Life in an Alien Land 2: The Werewolf Chronicles

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Chapter 11: Night at Malfoy Manor

As the youngest female child in family of overprotective parents and idiotic brothers, I knew what it meant when Malfoy suggested I bathe. I had been dismissed so that the adults could talk, damn Malfoy. I resisted the urge to stomp from the room, that would certainly show him my maturity, and I even thanked him for the gift of a bath. No doubt it would be cold like the bath at camp. Malfoy wouldn't waste the effort to heat the water for slaves.

I reached the room in question and was surprised to see the steaming water already drawn and warm robes in my size laid out for me. He had even gotten the colours right. I preferred russets, golds, and greens to the more feminine pinks and lavenders. I was a little impressed with his choice.

Two large bath towels sat on a shelf and several potions for hair and skin were on the ledge of the tub. With shaking hands, I untied my trousers and slid out of the worn tunic. Fleetingly, I hoped that Malfoy wasn't a voyeur and that there were no spying spells on this bath, but as I stepped in the water, all dark thoughts fled. I had spent months with lye soap and nothing else. This was heaven.

I tried to listen to the conversation in the next room, but was distracted by the luxury of the bath. Once I washed head to toe, I let out the water and washed again. I'm afraid I left a ring on the tub after my first bath but couldn't be arsed to clean it before I ran my second. I felt the heat of the water soothing aches I had been unaware I had, and I must have dozed because when I became aware that time had passed, my fingers and toes were pruned. I let out the water and dried, revelling in the softness of the towels. I was even able to clean my teeth with Muggle toothpaste and a brush. I smacked my lips over the minty burn.

Once done, I donned a pair of lacy knickers and the robes. I then arranged my wet hair in as becoming a manner as I could, given how short it was. I looked through the medicine cabinet and saw foundations and blushes in every hue. I didn't see the point in using them but I had to say that Malfoy had thought of everything a woman might want. I might not hate him as much as I did just an hour before.

I came out of the bathroom and greeted Severus, who stammered an apology before he fled to the bath, no doubt as eager as I was to take off the layer of grunge on his own body.

I supposed that Malfoy had a pallet laid out for me, and so I looked through the small suite of rooms, only finding a kitchenette and a pantry. I headed down a short hall, and then understood Severus' apology. There was a single bed, more a wedding bower than a place to sleep, with gauzy curtains and strangely enough, handcuffs bolted to the headboard. I think Mr. Malfoy, or maybe one of his ancestors, had a little kink in him. I sat on the bed, at once wanting to sink into its eiderdown depths and snuggle under the duvet. I tried to picture sleeping in the same bed as Severus and giggled a little nervously. I knew he gnashed his teeth at night, and I had been on the receiving end of more than one kick to my shins when I ventured too close to his pallet. I wondered what it would feel like to wake in his arms after a nightmare, and to share his heat under the covers.

My mind turned to what it would feel like to have his attention on me without fear of discovery. Here we had the luxury of a hot bath that allowed us to wash the telling scents from our bodies. Greyback would not be able to smell the spending of our passion on us here. Malfoy Manor, for all its menace was safer for us to be together than any place in the Colony. My mind turned to what I wished to do the Severus in this little holiday. I decided that I wanted to run my hands over his back as he entered me and I wanted to feel the pulse of his cock as he came. I wanted to run my tongue from his sac to the tip of his cock, tasting the bitter salt of him. I wanted him to explore me in much the same way. I twisted in the duvet, suddenly very aware of him as a man and of my attraction to him. We had not repeated our explorations of each other’s bodies, but now I intended to force the issue.

Severus came to the room in his shirtsleeves and trousers, his frock coat balled up in front of him. His hair was slicked back away from his face, casting his cheekbones in sharp relief. His diffident gaze would not meet mine as I examined him so I said, "You look nice."

"I will make a pallet on the floor. You sleep in the bed." He answered, pink staining his cheeks in that almost boyish way of his.

I answered as gently as my thundering pulse would allow, while patting the bed next to me, "There's no need. Sleep here."

Severus sat on the edge of the bed, a Hippogriff-in-the-hunter's-snare look in his eyes. I touched his back, noting that it was still tense, even after the lovely bath, so I moved closer to him, rubbing the taut line of his spine. He slowly eased under my touch. I kissed the base of his neck. "Severus."

I heard him swallow, a loud popping sound in the quiet of the room, and I drew his stiff body down. "Rest. This bed is no different than when I sleep on a pallet next to yours."

I am sure he heard the lie in that, but he finally put his feet up on the bed and leaned against the headboard. I looped my arm over his waist and began drawing runes on his linen covered stomach. He relaxed as I explored, letting the frock coat slip from his grasp and fall to the floor. His arousal was evident, and for a moment, I feared what my reaction might be if he wanted more than snogging and a blowjob. I felt an almost claustrophobic fear shoot through me as I thought of him grunting away on top of me. I drew away from him.

He followed my sharp retreat with his black scrutiny, silent and unquestioning. Just as suddenly as the fear engulfed me, it retreated. This was Severus, not a selfish john, and he knew what it was like to be raped. He had my trust. I touched him again, this time unbuttoning his collar. Why the man thought he needed all that armour when he had such a winning personality, I will never know.

He licked his lips, and I stroked his chest while undoing the rest of his buttons. He was pale and slightly hairy, with stringy muscles and many scars. I had seen it all before, but this was the first time that I realised that the expanse of pale flesh was definitely not a boy's chest. I followed the progression of his tongue across his lips with my own as I moved over him. I straddled his hips, catching his girth under my crotch, liking the sensation of power I felt as I looked down on him. He watched, never speaking, as I pulled his shirt out of his trousers slowly teasing him with a thrust of my hips as I began kissing his chest, the scarred surface and the silkiness of the hair spurring me to nip and bite. I ran my tongue over his nipples, which had hardened in the chill of the dungeon, and he hissed. It was the first sound he had emitted since I began my explorations.

I shifted and pulled my robes over my head, heedless of their worth as I threw them on the floor next to Snape's coat. His eyes roved my flesh hungrily, and I welcomed his first tentative touch. He slid his rough palm over my nipple and a feeling of warmth coiled down my spine into my gut. He lifted his head and flicked his tongue over the sensitised flesh, the pink organ leaving a glistening snail-trail. I slid to the side and slowly unbuttoned his trousers, boldly tracing the outline of his cock with my eyes and hands. He jerked under my touch and stayed my motion as he hooked his fingers inside my knickers and began stroking me.

I was embarrassed because I was so wet down there. I thought he might be disappointed that his cock would slide into me too easily. I feared he would pop out of me like some of my clients had when I used too much lubricant. I scooted away from him and pulled his trousers down. He wore no underthings and his cock sprang free. It was almost purple and had a sheen of moisture on the head. I bent to taste it, making my tongue flat and broad as I wrapped it around the surface. He bucked slightly, forcing past my lips with the motion.

He pulled away with a wordless apology and I followed, sucking his cock deep into my mouth forcefully, and running my tongue over the base, almost touching his balls with my lips. He croaked out, "Turn and let me see you."

I used to have a few regulars who liked to look at my cunt and understood his request on some level. I knew the thin scrap of lace and silk was nearly transparent from my moisture. I turned so that my sex was near his face. I drew back and he jerked again and with a groaning sigh, he thrust upwards to the back of my throat hitting my soft pallet. If I hadn't learned early on in my prostitution career to stifle my gag reflex, I would have vomited on him. Not the first sexual experience I would have him remember with me.

He kneaded my buttocks and then shifted me over his face. I felt his tongue and lips on my thighs and then his fingers pushed my knickers aside again. He used his nose to part my folds and his tongue to stimulate my clit. I tried to close my legs, his invasion had become too intimate and embarrassing, but he placed a steadying hand on my back and drew me down on his face. He feasted until I cried out around his cock, not wanting the loss of control an orgasm would bring and losing the battle spectacularly. A moment later, he came, bathing my mouth with his spunk. I swallowed the bitter, salty liquid greedily, wanting every bit of his release to become mine.

After our mutual collapse, he bade me to get under the covers and I did, never breaking contact with his flesh. Once next to him, he bent his head to kiss me, our essences mingling with our breath and our tongues.

"Thank you," he whispered against my lips.

I drew away from him, wanting to see him with the first flush of orgasm on his sallow features. I laced my fingers through his hair and said, "No. Thank you."

He gave that dry chuckle of his. "Ginevra, I am twice your age and quite unattractive. Why in Merlin's name, are you thanking me?

"You think that you're unattractive? Really?" I asked. "I never got that from you. At school you were always so... arrogant and put together. I always suspected you thought of yourself as the gods' gift to women."

I was having him on. Of course he wasn't arrogant about his looks. He really couldn't be, but he had always had pride about his appearance. He was a little haughty about his mind but it wasn't in the Hermione Know-All way. He really didn't seem happy with himself at all. It was sad, really. As I had gotten to know him over the last months I had come to appreciate him in ways that I never could have without some maturity. He was still greasy and homely, but he had an indefinable presence that drew me, just as Harry had when I first met him in his huge handed down clothes and flopping trainers.

Severus gave me a considering look before he answered, "Yes, I had to beat women off with a dead Kneazle when I was free."

"Did they like it?" I asked. "I was never much for sex toys, but you never know with some women."

He laughed aloud at that, the sound seemingly pulled from his throat. He dipped his head and kissed me with his smiling lips. I liked him like that, and wished I could see more of the hidden, laughing Severus. I began exploring his body with my hands, dipping blindly past his treasure trail. He chuckled again, this one ironic and self-deprecatory. "I'm sure you have ambitions, Miss Weasley, but I doubt I shall be able to respond very quickly to your blandishments at my age."

"You're not old." I said as I began kneading his soft flesh between my fingers. I felt him stir to life. "You're barely forty."

"I am thirty nine." His answer was tinged with a bit of acid, as if I had wounded him with my observation.

I laughed. "I know how old you are. I just wanted to see what you'd say."

I lowered my head to his chest, taking a tightly puckered nipple between my teeth and rolling my tongue over it. "I want to get you off again."

His cock surged under my fingers and he opened his mouth as if to speak, but then only hooked his fingers in my knickers and slid them down my legs. I froze, not wanting to disappoint him, but fearful of the pain his invasion would bring. His cock was rather stouter than I was used to taking.

"We don't have to do this, Ginevra." He gave that half-sneering smile, the one he showed to the world when he was unsure of himself. "Until an hour ago, I would have said I couldn't do this."

"I just don't want to disappoint you," I said against his throat as I buried my face against it. "I'm just so... you know... down there is all... wet, and I don't want you to pop out or... hurt me."

He gave a deep sigh and drew my chin up with two fingers. His glittering eyes searched my face. "You needn't worry about me 'popping out' as you put it. Have you never had sex without pain?"

"No." I answered, feeling less than feminine. I know Mum had liked it at least seven times, as disgusting as that thought was, and I assumed Hermione liked it well enough. I had caught her and Ron going at it in Dad's workshop more than once. "I know it's not normal."

He moved me over him, letting me straddle him once more, his flesh sliding easily against mine. He twiddled his fingers over my hooded entrance and another flood of moisture bathed both of us. I blushed as he said, "The moisture is normal. It is nature's way of easing my entrance into you. I'm surprised you don't know that."

"I mostly gave blow jobs for money and when I was raped... and even when I fucked a bloke, I was never like this, you know, so sloppy even with lube." I twisted on him as he began stroking me in earnest. His face was solemn and intense as he worked at me. I felt my tension release as he deftly fingered my entrance, sliding into my cunt and then darting to my clit.

He slowed his motion as I began to shake on top of him, my legs watery and my arms unable to support my weight. "Now, place my fingers where they feel the best. I want to see you come undone. I have had little experience with a beautiful woman doing so under my hand. Give me that just this once. Please."

He thought I was beautiful and I loved him a little for his blindness or his chivalry. I had been pretty enough at Hogwarts, but I knew I looked like a hag now. I drew his fingers from my core and sucked the moisture from them before placing them back at my entrance. He watched me hungrily as I did. I cupped his fingers into the position that brought me the most pleasure when I got myself off.

I felt the slide of his hardness against me and I ached to have him inside me, even if it was just this one night. He was as beautiful to me, with his ascetic grace and homely looks, as I was to him in all my hag-itude. I commanded, "Fuck me, Severus."

He lifted me with his hand and took his cock in his fist, and as he slowly slid into me, he watched hungrily as I engulfed him. I hissed at the intrusion, waiting for the tearing sensation of which I was accustomed. He pushed up with his hips slightly and soon was sheathed in me entirely. I convulsed around him and he gasped huskily. "You are so beautiful the way you take me. I wish you could see how I fill you."

He ran a hand up my spine and down again, swirling his other hand through the glistening ginger hairs surrounding my cunt. "I always had a fondness for red hair. I'm glad that you are ginger all over."

I had become used to his girth in me, and contrary to my prior experiences, his stretching filled me to almost aching completion but didn't hurt. I moved experimentally against him. I had never been on top. Most johns wanted a quick fuck and didn't give a damn about the whore. Rapes were always done from behind, with hands in my hair, pulling my head back to control me. I would never want Severus to take me like that.

I slid up and then back down with a rocking motion, and felt him touch a soft spot inside me that was both painful and excruciatingly pleasurable. I moved him against me again until my rhythm brought his cock in almost constant contact with that spot. Moisture bathed my legs and his cock, and as I looked down to see where we met, he touched my clit in the way I had shown him earlier, and I rode him. He bucked against me and my heavy breasts jounced embarrassingly. I let my shoulders sag inward, my arms falling to my sides to stay their motion, but Severus moved sharply against me, making me arch my back.

"Don't. I want to see them," he commanded through clenched teeth, his eyes bobbing up and down as I jiggled like pudding atop him. His neck was corded and sweat had popped out on his brow. I wanted to crow, knowing I had made him like that. I surged forward, lapping the salty moisture from his body, bringing my movements to a stop.

He drove up inside me as I stilled, riding the rippling wave that was overtaking my senses. I felt myself clamp down on him, involuntarily milking him with muscles and watched as he stiffened, his face pulled into a grimace of pleasure. I followed him into that heaving, grunting ecstasy, exhilarated by the feel of our combined moisture.

We slept, me on top of him, still attached tenuously by his softening cock.

We woke each other several more times during the night, each time a little more desperate than the last. The next day we would be back in the Colony. We only had this night to explore each other.

At some point during the night, I thought I heard him whisper words of love, but was half-asleep when he did. I know I was well on my way to being head over heels for him, so perhaps it was wishful thinking. I snuggled closer and said nothing.


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