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11
Chapter 11
With a rip the panties came off.
Hermione looked down the length of her body, meeting eyes with Barty as he lowered his head to lick the quivering soft folds he had just exposed with the removal of her last garment. He was watching her, something like mischievous malice glinting in his dark eyes while she writhed and moaned, delicious sparks of white hot pleasure shooting through her with every teasing lick. He brought her perilously close to the brink very quickly, then moved away suddenly; Hermione groaned with disappointment as the waves subsided.
"Oh pleeeeeease Barty, don't stop now!" she pleaded, arching her back, trying to push herself back up to his wonderful mouth. "More, please..."
"Shhhh, missy...we've time for more of everything, but I'm afraid you're gonna have to humor me---I have a short attention span."
Hermione giggled. The image of a very young Barty Crouch Junior, running around the waiting room of a child psychologist's office while the doctor informed his mother that Barty had Attention Deficit Disorder, crept into her head.
"What's funny?"
"Oh, nothing....sorry," Hermione sputtered between giggles.
God she's beautiful when she laughs.
Barty looked down at the girl, feeling something very disturbing...something almost like...affection.
What the hell?
Don't get emotionally involved. She's a victim, nothing more. Use her and get the hell out.
"I was thinking you must have been a sickeningly adorable little boy."
Large, intelligent brown eyes were peering up at him, glistening with a disarming combination of lust and amusement. He felt himself being drawn into them.
Shaking his head to clear it of the most decidedly unwelcome emotions trying to barge their way in, Barty shifted upward on the bed, moving over Hermione, covering her body completely with his own.
"You think?" he said, bringing his mouth down hard on hers as he pushed her thighs apart with his knee. Hermione's arms went round his neck, embracing him warmly as she returned his kiss with passion, taking him off guard; she had been right in the Shrieking Shack---he was a dismal failure as a rapist.
"Yes, I think." Her tongue slipped between his lips and he felt himself opening his mouth wider to let her in, his own tongue playing erotically with hers as their bodies began to push hard against each other. He reached down with one hand and guided himself to her opening, ending the kiss so he could raise his head and watch her as he entered her.
Hermione's breath caught and a sound escaped her throat, something between a strangled gasp and a desirous sigh, and it drove Barty mad with excitement; he pushed hard, sliding easily into her, gripping her hair with one hand as his other roamed over her body. Hermione's own hands were sliding over his back, scratching him playfully, moving down to grip his hips and give them a tug toward herself, urging him to thrust harder, faster...
Lowering his head, he kissed and suckled her breast, moving from one to the other, listening to his lover's moans and little inarticulate words of ecstasy as he brought her perilously close to the edge. He could tell she was ready to come; her body language all but screamed it. Her arms tightened around his back, her hands gripped his ribs, nails digging in...her thighs were trembling and her back arched so taut that Barty wondered if she had taken gymnastics in her early school years. Her breathing was erratic, her eyes clenched shut....he looked down at her, at her unruly hair splayed wildly across the pillows, at her creamy flawless skin all glistening with perspiration, at her young, supple body moving in rhythm with his, and couldn't stop one single thought from invading his consciousness.
I could get used to this.
Hermione was chewing her lip, whimpering now. Her eyes opened, looking up at him, questioning at first and then pleading.
"Please Barty...please..."
The sound of her voice drove him over the edge; another hard thrust and he came, deep inside her, groaning deep in his chest as he collapsed on top of her, panting and biting her shoulder to keep himself from losing control completely. He could feel Hermione shuddering under him, her soft inner muscles contracting violently around him, and knew she had come at the same time he did.
Fancy that.
Yessir, I suck at this whole rapist thing.
I wonder how I'd be at domestic bliss?
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With a rip the panties came off.
Hermione looked down the length of her body, meeting eyes with Barty as he lowered his head to lick the quivering soft folds he had just exposed with the removal of her last garment. He was watching her, something like mischievous malice glinting in his dark eyes while she writhed and moaned, delicious sparks of white hot pleasure shooting through her with every teasing lick. He brought her perilously close to the brink very quickly, then moved away suddenly; Hermione groaned with disappointment as the waves subsided.
"Oh pleeeeeease Barty, don't stop now!" she pleaded, arching her back, trying to push herself back up to his wonderful mouth. "More, please..."
"Shhhh, missy...we've time for more of everything, but I'm afraid you're gonna have to humor me---I have a short attention span."
Hermione giggled. The image of a very young Barty Crouch Junior, running around the waiting room of a child psychologist's office while the doctor informed his mother that Barty had Attention Deficit Disorder, crept into her head.
"What's funny?"
"Oh, nothing....sorry," Hermione sputtered between giggles.
God she's beautiful when she laughs.
Barty looked down at the girl, feeling something very disturbing...something almost like...affection.
What the hell?
Don't get emotionally involved. She's a victim, nothing more. Use her and get the hell out.
"I was thinking you must have been a sickeningly adorable little boy."
Large, intelligent brown eyes were peering up at him, glistening with a disarming combination of lust and amusement. He felt himself being drawn into them.
Shaking his head to clear it of the most decidedly unwelcome emotions trying to barge their way in, Barty shifted upward on the bed, moving over Hermione, covering her body completely with his own.
"You think?" he said, bringing his mouth down hard on hers as he pushed her thighs apart with his knee. Hermione's arms went round his neck, embracing him warmly as she returned his kiss with passion, taking him off guard; she had been right in the Shrieking Shack---he was a dismal failure as a rapist.
"Yes, I think." Her tongue slipped between his lips and he felt himself opening his mouth wider to let her in, his own tongue playing erotically with hers as their bodies began to push hard against each other. He reached down with one hand and guided himself to her opening, ending the kiss so he could raise his head and watch her as he entered her.
Hermione's breath caught and a sound escaped her throat, something between a strangled gasp and a desirous sigh, and it drove Barty mad with excitement; he pushed hard, sliding easily into her, gripping her hair with one hand as his other roamed over her body. Hermione's own hands were sliding over his back, scratching him playfully, moving down to grip his hips and give them a tug toward herself, urging him to thrust harder, faster...
Lowering his head, he kissed and suckled her breast, moving from one to the other, listening to his lover's moans and little inarticulate words of ecstasy as he brought her perilously close to the edge. He could tell she was ready to come; her body language all but screamed it. Her arms tightened around his back, her hands gripped his ribs, nails digging in...her thighs were trembling and her back arched so taut that Barty wondered if she had taken gymnastics in her early school years. Her breathing was erratic, her eyes clenched shut....he looked down at her, at her unruly hair splayed wildly across the pillows, at her creamy flawless skin all glistening with perspiration, at her young, supple body moving in rhythm with his, and couldn't stop one single thought from invading his consciousness.
I could get used to this.
Hermione was chewing her lip, whimpering now. Her eyes opened, looking up at him, questioning at first and then pleading.
"Please Barty...please..."
The sound of her voice drove him over the edge; another hard thrust and he came, deep inside her, groaning deep in his chest as he collapsed on top of her, panting and biting her shoulder to keep himself from losing control completely. He could feel Hermione shuddering under him, her soft inner muscles contracting violently around him, and knew she had come at the same time he did.
Fancy that.
Yessir, I suck at this whole rapist thing.
I wonder how I'd be at domestic bliss?
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