One wish alone have I

Chapter 17 (part 1)
Azkaban

“Do you think they heard that one, Severus?” I asked worrisomely, looking down at him from the ceiling.

“For the hundredth time, my dear, I have put a strong Silencing Charm on the room! The students have no idea about what we are doing in here!” he replied, breaking the protective spell in front of him and adopting a less defensive posture.

“And the jinxes? Did you protect the door with less harmful jinxes this time? Poppy was really angry last time we sent students to her…” I insisted, landing gracefully on the floor.

“Nothing too harmful… it is not my problem if students bluntly ignore the school rules and try going into rooms in which they are not allowed!” he grumpily retorted.

“First of all, my sweet, the last students who tried to come here merely knocked on the door and they got knocked onto the floor! And from what Dumbledore told me, this room is available for anybody who needs it!”

“What is it with you tonight, Antanasia?” he asked, frowning at me. “You are not this unfocused, usually.”

“I do not know… I guess I am just a bit nervous about what will happen next week… I am not improving much, am I?”

“To be honest with you… not really,” he calmly said, before taking a few sips of water.

“And what would you say the problem is?”

“Well, first of all, if we had done this right after my arrival in Zaharia, you would have used better strategies, but now… I told you before… you are too emotional!”

“I know…” I sighed, piteously. “I am better in defence than offence. Attacking people is just not in my nature, I guess.”

“I am sure you could produce a good Cruciatus if you wanted…” he replied, leaning back on the table and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, totally!” I confidently said. “If somebody was foolish enough to hurt someone I love, I could become quite aggressive…”

“I can imagine that quite well,” he commented, with a sarcastic smile.

“But then again… I would probably not go very far with that and retreat to more defensive strategies, anyway. When you think about it, Severus, I do not see the problem in wanting to protect more than to destroy…”

“In many situations, it could even be an advantage… but not in battle. You will never win a battle that way!” he argued.

“Maybe not. I lost quite lamentably the last time I fought, indeed…” I conceded, walking towards him.

“I do not totally agree with that; I think we both lost and won, in a way…” he enigmatically replied. “Nevertheless, last time was different; hopefully, the challenge will not be the same in Azkaban.”

“Probably not… I do not think I will muse over the feel of an opponent’s manly lips against my throat as I fight…” I naughtily said, walking even closer.

“Were you thinking about that?” he asked, in the same tone. “No wonder you had so much trouble focusing on the duel…”

“I was not only thinking about that, you know… there were… worse things in my mind.”

“I never sensed any of that in you there…” he doubtfully said, rising a critical eyebrow.

“I hid it very well… see? I do have the capacity to control my emotions sometimes…” I taunted, caressing his chest over his frock coat. “For example, I was thinking of doing this…”

“There, there, my dear… we are supposed to be practising the counter-spells for the cells,” he replied, in a sham-reproachful tone.

“Oh, please! Do not let me prevent you from practising! Act as if I were not here at all…” I suggested, taking a step to the side and letting him walk away from the table.

“Thank you,” he replied, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Severus stood in the middle of the room and took out the list we had received from the last Death Eaters’ meeting. We had over a dozen cells to open and there were many spells on each of them. Those spells were rather complicated; Severus and I were still working on memorising and performing the counter-spells. I let him begin the list and stood next to him, but contrary to what I usually did, I did not really pay attention to his performance and simply enjoyed looking at him. It was adorable, now that I noticed it, to see the minuscule twitch at the corner of his lips when he was about to perform a particularly difficult counter-spell, and how the shadows that formed the hundreds of different shades in his eyes were changing when he did it well.

Shortly after he began the list, he turned to me and asked why I was smiling like that, but I only shook my head and did not give any precise answer. I noticed, as he threw the counter-jinxes, how beautiful his hands were. His fingers were very sensitive and agile; they nevertheless manipulated his wand with the required firmness… just like he could drive me nearly mad with desire with his delicate yet strong, and sometimes dominant, caresses.

I stepped behind him and simply looked over his shoulder to survey his efforts. Soon, however, I rather looked at the shoulders themselves and completely forgot about the counter-spells. I started running two caring hands up and down his back, dwelling on his shoulders, and massaging them in places I found tense. Minutes later, I pressed myself against his large and sturdy back, and circled my arms around his chest. I nudged my nose behind his neck and made my way through his locks to brush my lips against his skin. It reacted to my kiss as soon as my breath caressed the duvet on his skin, which erected in anticipation of my touch.

“Antanasia…” he said, after throwing a counter-hex, “I thought we were here to practise in anticipation for the escape operation…”

“Oh, I know that,” I cooed, noticing how his tone was absolutely devoid of any reproach.

“Then what are you doing behind me like that?”

“I am throwing spells, too…” I murmured, trailing my way to his right ear with dozens of light kisses that made him shiver.

“I know those spells,” he teasingly said, caressing one of my hands over his chest, “and they are not very likely to unlock any Azkaban cell…”

“Probably not,” I conceded, “but contrary to what you assume, the whole point of this is to make you practice, you see. The situation will hardly be that calm, silent and peaceful when we throw those counter-spells, so I thought I would force you to use your well-known concentration skills…. That way we can see if they are still as sharp as they once were….”

“I could perform those counter-spells in the worst possible battle situation, Antanasia,” he replied, with a self-confidence that almost sounded arrogant. “You can try, but you will not prevent me from going through this list successfully… twice.”

“Really? What do I get if I win?”

“You want to make a bet, in addition? Fine. If you make me miss one spell, I will be the one to clean the lab every night for a week.”

“And we add one night per additional missed spell?”

“That will not happen, Antanasia,” he sneered. “And what if I win?”

“If you win…” I thoughtfully said, “I will do whatever you want tomorrow night from the moment the sun goes down to the moment it rises again.”

“Only one night? That is hardly fair!” he argued.

“Satisfying all your wishes, cravings and desires is very demanding, you know… I think the bet is fair, on the contrary. What do you say?”

“I accept.”

“I can do whatever I want?” I asked, with a mischievous smile.

“Whatever you want…” he replied, with a defiant detachment.

“Do not go through the list too quickly, however… give me a chance, at least.”

“I could give you a… head… start, in a manner of speaking,” he taunted, “but I will simply go back to the top of the list instead. Ready?”

“Go ahead,” I simply replied.

I waited for him to begin the list and, after a few massaging caresses down his back, I pinched his bottom and walked to the side so he would see me, but still be able to throw the counter-spells without hitting me. I cannot say I was surprised to see his counter-jinx hit the exact target he was aiming at, despite my pinch. But I had far better in store.

I released the spell holding my hair and it fell down in loose curls over my shoulders and back. Smiling at him, I started unbuttoning my robes (luckily, these were buttoned on the front), quickly enough to avoid wasting precious time, but slowly enough to trigger his interest. It worked, but not exactly the way I wanted. He stopped going through the list and looked at me for a few seconds, a faint smile of comprehension on his lips. I clicked my tongue in disapproval and crossed my arms over my breasts.

“Severus! You stopped casting the spells! There is no way I am going to win that bet if you do not keep practising!”

“I can very well stop looking at you, if that is your wish,” he replied, ironically.

And on this he looked at the list and tried the next spell, which looked perfectly mastered. I did not give in, of course. I kept unbuttoning my robes, very calmly, and removed my arms from the sleeves, which left all of my upper body exposed. I quickly unfastened my bra and threw it across the room; it practically flew right under his nose. The spell he was throwing missed the spot this time, and something told me that his glance was more curious than accusatory when he quickly turned his head towards me after that. I felt my skin already drawn to him as his dark eyes explored my naked breasts for a few seconds. I did not miss that chance.

“If you keep pausing between spells, Severus, I will have to declare that you lost by forfeit…” I casually said, looking right into his eyes while I massaged my breasts and squeezed my sensitive nipples between my fingers with a little moan.

Severus did not reply and simply went right back to the list. I could not tell if the muscles in his jaws tensed because of his determination or because he was trying not to smile, but both possibilities greatly pleased me. I was having an affect on him. I turned back and started pushing my robes down my hips, swaying my bottom in front of him as I did so. I was glad I had thoughtfully put on a very delicate red lace thong that evening; not only did it offer a striking contrast with my skin and made it easier for me to catch his eye, but it also left my buttocks completely uncovered, which was a great advantage.

When my robes reached my upper thighs, I bent forward and slid them down my legs. Looking at him over my shoulders, I waited until he extended his arm to cast yet another correct spell, and then I threw my robes over his arm. To my satisfaction, it landed right over his forearm and stayed there, hanging down in front of him.

“Antanasia, the bet stipulated nothing about you trying to affect the spells by throwing things on my arms or hands,” he said, in a very unconvincingly chiding tone.

“Oh, the goal was not to affect the spell,” I breezily replied.

“What was the goal, then?”

“To make you look at this!” I answered, slapping a full hand on my butt cheek and arching my back to offer him an even better view.

He mouth fell open before a hungry smile curled up his lips as he looked at me running my fingers up and down my thong, spreading my flesh apart. I almost thought I would win that easily, but he quickly put an end to my hopes. Shaking his head, he turned once more to the list and cast another spell. It was the same he had just thrown seconds before, but unfortunately for me, the bet did not mention anything about repeating the spells by mistake.

I smiled in naughty annoyance and mischievousness when I heard his voice again, loud and clear… and wonderfully low and vibrant. I straightened up and turned to him, thinking about the best strategy I could choose. Everything that involved touching myself might be too easy for him to ignore and a quick Legilimency check informed me that his mental barriers were holding strong. I had but one choice left.

I crouched on the floor and crawled to him on my hands and knees, wearing only my thong and black leather boots. Sitting on my heels with my legs spread apart, I shamelessly buried my nose in his crotch and found his already fully swollen member. I massaged it with my open mouth through his trousers for a few seconds and purred, looking at him, “It seems some parts of you did pay attention to me.”

“I was hoping you would come here, my dear, as I could really use a free hand for the rest of the list,” he said in a detached tone, before he irreverently put the list on the top of my head.

I shook the list off, but I was too amused to really huff in anger; what came out of my mouth sounded more like a strangled chuckle.

“I will have to take it as a blunt refusal to give a helping hand, I guess…” he said, retrieving the list from the floor.

“Time is running out, Severus… forfeit is coming closer…” I warned, struggling with his trousers buttons to free what I craved for.

One by one, his buttons lost their fight and I brutally lowered both his trousers and underpants down to his knees with a satisfied groan. His length sprang up before my eyes and I could not help but greedily run a tongue on my lips in expectation of the treat I was about to reward both of us with. He threw the next counter-jinx on the list with a firm and steady voice all the same.

Fighting Severus was never an easy business.

I began by stroking his member in long massaging motions, stretching it in my hand, covering and uncovering his glans playfully with his foreskin, and enjoying the warmth that emanated from the pulsing blood that filled it so beautifully before my eyes. Spells came out regularly from Severus’ wand, and their vibe reverberated delightful waves of power back to us, making me vibrate with his magic as much as with his maleness. When at last I saw the first clear drop ooze out of his glans, giving me the first signs that victory was coming closer, I gently but menacingly put my lips against it and completely stayed still.

Severus was hardly breathing, too.

We stayed like this for a few seconds, long enough for me to understand (and struggle to stop an evil grin) that he was waiting for me to begin before he cast the next spell, in case the suddenness of the sensation made him miss it. I was certainly not going to make things easy for him, so I did not make a move and waited for his wand arm to raise and throw the next spell. It did not come.

“My sweet,” I murmured, perfectly aware that my lips brushing against his tip was probably even worse to feel, “this will be my last warning… I will count to five and if by then no spell has hit the wall, you are the loser! One… two… three…”

“Luriesco Evanescere Sempiternalum!” he articulated in a loud and overly-controlled voice.

I pushed his hardness into my mouth all the way through as quickly as I could, but I was not fast enough. He groaned in pleasure and throbbed against my tongue even before the spell hit the wall in front of him, creating a small explosion. That small defeat, along with the powerfulness of the spell, stimulated me greatly and I pushed him in even deeper. I slowly moved my tongue as far as I could along him and felt his blood come even more alive with fever and adrenaline, as I did. He was enjoying this immensely as well.

Squeezing his length firmly between my lips, I slowly took him out, only to push him back inside with the same contended eagerness, as if I had the time… and indeed I did. I heard him moan before he threw a complicated counter-hex but he did it well all the same. I pumped him in and out, massaging his balls, kneading them between my fingers, rolling them playfully between my hand and his body… I even went back on my hands and knees to offer him a better view, but other than a few groans of satisfaction, I got nothing else.

A second explosion destroyed a part of the wall, though, and a small rock bounced right off and hit one of my buttocks. I abruptly took him out with a surprised yelp of pain.

“My apologies…” he said, with a mocking grin. “This is the desired effect when that spell is performed correctly…”

“Hurting me, you mean?” I taunted.

“Of course not… though from what you showed me, that cute little butt of yours can take a little bit of pain here and there, would you not agree?”

And before I even had time to formulate a reply, he grabbed my hair and shoved his length all the way into my mouth. My whole body clenched with a mix of shock and desire, and I felt his fingers let go of my hair… only to feel him sharply slap my butt cheek with his wand. I brutally grabbed him between my teeth, trying to impress him with my best feline growl, but seconds later, I heard him utter another incantation. The mere sound of his voice, with its arrogant firmness, turned my surprise into nearly frantic craving.

I lowered his trousers and underpants past his knees and turned around. Crouching on the floor with my legs open, I tilted my head back and leaned on one of my hands. I shivered as I felt his eager flesh, some vibrant and hard, some warm and smooth, slide against my forehead, my nose, my lips… until I sucked one of his balls inside my mouth. The last syllable of the counter-jinx sounded more like a gasp, but it seemed to be correct. I hungrily sucked on each of his balls, in turn, enjoying their soft and delicate skin, massaging them between my lips, wetting them with my tongue, pumping them in and out of my mouth while I stroked his member vigorously.

When I felt his knees grow feebler from my attentions and I heard him crumple the list abruptly between his fingers, I switched back to the front and took him in with renewed eagerness. I flickered my tongue all along the swollen veins on the sides of his penis and nibbled, sucked and stroked his tip, in turn. I heard his baritone voice quiver, oh so slightly, when I grabbed him by the hips and forced him to move his length in and out of my mouth. My own flesh was dripping wet from the exercise and I could not resist the urge to start stroking myself. I moaned and shivered against him as he pumped my mouth, while I massaged my swollen nub in jerky movements… and realised that it had been a while since his last spell.

“Yes… go ahead… caress yourself, Antanasia…” he murmured, running his long fingers against my left temple to remove the locks that were blocking his view.

I enjoyed a little more of his sweet attentions, and then drew my head back, pushing his hips away.

“Does this mean I won?” I asked, with a victorious sneer.

“Absolutely not. I went through the whole list,” he triumphantly said, waving the list in question in front of my face.

“Twice?” I defiantly asked.

“What do you mean, twice…?”

“Ah, but you said you would perform each spell twice perfectly; I am a hundred percent sure on that!” I replied, trying to sound serious. “Check in my mind if you think I am lying to you…”

“No… I remember,” he admitted, his triumphant smile fading slightly. “See, I would gladly go through the list a second time, but I am not sure that is what you want…”

“Oh, really? Why would I not want it?”

“I am not sure…” he naughtily murmured, crouching in front of me, “that you would be able to wait for me for that long…”

I held my breath as I saw him slide his fingers alongside my thong and agilely sneak underneath the fabric… to then run his fingertips between my labia. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting out a small moan, when his two fingers made their way effortlessly inside of me.

“You would be surprised…” I panted, “how patient cainites can be…”

“Right now, I am rather appreciating their lustful tendencies,” he purred, moving his fingers slowly.

“Time is still… Mmmmh… running out, Sev… Severus,” I articulated, enjoying the wonderful sensations he sent through all of my body.

“Are you telling me that I should just remove my fingers,” he said, moving those fingers faster and deeper, “and keep practising?”

“Aaaah… absolutely!” I panted. “If you do not want to lose by forfeit.”

“You stubborn little minx!” he softly exclaimed, removing his fingers. “You are actually serious about this!”

“So are you,” I purred, pressing my lips at the corner of his. “I do want to become your sex slave one of these evenings, but I want to choose which one. So either you get to your feet and go through the list again… either you just get rid of those clothes and take me right here on the floor… I want you so bad that I could scream…”

“Who do you think you are to give me orders?” he sharply said, rising to his feet and pulling his trousers and underpants back around his hips. “You want me to throw spells, if I understand you correctly? Here is one… Mobilicorpus!”

I felt my body being lifted by invisible strings and floating above the floor, almost in a standing position. I was wondering if it was Severus’ way to start duelling again, thinking that my mischievous remark had irritated him, but the amused light in his eyes reassured me at once. He grabbed me on each side of my ribcage and brought me to his mouth. I moaned loudly as his mouth grasped one of my breasts; my fingers intertwined with his locks and clutched them as he started nibbling on my nipples and flicker his tongue on them. They were already fully erect from the attentions I had given him and the warmth of his mouth, and along with the lustful things his tongue did to me, made them get even larger, almost painfully so.

He abruptly drew his head back when I really started to get there and simply stood in front of me, between my legs.

“How many evenings had we agreed on? Three?” he asked, rising an eyebrow.

“A whole week, Severus,” I answered, caressing each side of his face in hope he would swoop down on my breasts again. “So, you surrender?”

“Never,” he said, giving me a hard push in the sternum, which made me glide across the room.

I gasped and gave out a little yelp when my bare back met the cold door. He walked towards me very slowly, staring right into my eyes, so insistently that I felt he had captured my mind, too. I would have felt as helpless and trapped as at the end of our duel if I had not seen a very hungry and amused smile curling up his sexy lips. That is what gave me the guts to tease him when he finally stopped in front of me.

“So you do declare forfeit…” I cooed, waving my hips while trying to rub myself against his crotch.

“Oh, stop playing smart, will you?” he snapped, in sham irritability. “Let me give you one good reason to squirm your little arse like that. Open your legs!”

“Well, if you ask politely,” I taunted, opening my legs a little.

“Wider… than that!” he retorted, slapping his wand on each of my inner thighs.

I squeaked at the stinging pain that accompanied each sharp slap and did as he ordered. Seconds later, a few quick waves of his wand vanished my thong and tied both of my hands to the door on each side of my head. Fortunately for me, I was still gracefully floating above the ground from his Levitating charm and if the position was restraining, it was certainly not uncomfortable… or without its appeal…

Sliding his cold fingers against my skin, which was reddening from his mean attacks, he came within inches of my mouth and refused to let me kiss him.

“Oh… this is going to be very, very pleasurable,” his deep voice murmured, while he gently spread my labia apart with his thumbs.

He crouched in front of me, levelling his mouth with my legs, and began by teasing me with feathery kisses that felt more like soft caresses. He then licked his way towards my groin, leaving fine trails of saliva everywhere on my inner thighs. I thought he would at last reach his goal when he stopped licking me and moved his head back a little, but he delicately blew on my skin, sending thousands of shivers down my spine. Apparently satisfied that he had teased me long enough, he turned his eyes to my swollen flesh and put two very possessive hands on my upper inner thighs.

“Do not worry, my sweet… I have no intention of bringing those legs together for a while,” I teasingly purred.

“Shhhhh…” he softly whispered.

The wonderfully hot feel of the tip of his tongue going all the way up my slit halted each and every word I might have wanted to say in reply. A long moan is all that came out of my mouth and, from what I felt in his mind at that moment, it greatly pleased him. His thumbs kept my labia apart while his tongue delicately flickered against my most fragile flesh. Tons of incoherent words wanted to make their way past my lips, but the tiny shocks of pleasure he submerged me in sufficed to block those words in my tight throat. One of his hands grabbed my breast and kneaded it firmly; he sucked my flesh in his mouth and slowly shook his head from left to right. That same hand eagerly found my nipple and squeezed it before he inserted two fingers inside of me and started a massaging motion while his enticing tongue went back to my clit and tortured it with quick little licks.

“Oooh, yes…” I moaned, tilting my head back against the door. “Yes, please keep going!”

“You like it, huh?” he lustily murmured against me.

“Yes! I love it!” I panted. “Give me more!”

“Ah, but I thought cainites were very, very patient creatures…” he taunted, fingering my pussy very hard.

“We are!” I chuckled. “But I do not want to be patient tonight!”

“What do you want, then?”

“You…” I gasped. “I want you!”

“I am not sure you want me badly enough…” he replied.

And he eagerly swooped down on my moistness again. I almost banged the back of my head against the door from the suddenness of the pleasure I felt as his fingers plunged deep inside me and another gently started teasing my other hole, drawing small circles on it. I desperately wanted to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair and even tug them in appreciation, but his magical bindings were still holding strong. I felt paralysed by his authoritarian presence and care, yet I felt more alive than ever, ready to do anything to make him give me more. My legs trembled hard with waves of delight and he brought me very, very close to release, alternating his fingers with his tongue inside of me or restlessly lapping my clit. Just when I was about to get there, he withdrew his mouth and I groaned my disapproval.

“How is your craving for me now, little one?” he asked, with a satisfied smile.

“Painful!” I exclaimed. “Oh, please, Severus! Do not stop! Bring me there, please!”

“Merlin! Are you actually begging me?” he replied, with increasing satisfaction, massaging my flesh with his agile fingers.

“Yes! I am… begging you… yes!”

“What are you begging me for?” he cruelly insisted.

“Make me come, Severus!” I moaned.

“I already told you that I do not take orders…”

“Please, Severus! Make me come, please!”

“Much better…” he said, bringing his lips closer to me again. “But then… how do you want me to make you come?”

“Oh, Gods! I do not care! Take me with your fingers, your tongue, your prick, but take me… Please!” I panted.

“Mmmh… I certainly cannot do all that at the same time… or can I?” he thoughtfully murmured, as if he were debating his strategy.

I did not have time to answer. He pressed his mouth against me again and sucked on my clit before he teased it with the tip of his tongue. His fingers thrust inside of me at increasing speed and I felt my inner muscles clench at once around him, bringing me pleasure at higher intensities. I heard him moan softly as he felt me approach my climax, and I gave in to the waves of lust that submerged my being at that precise moment. To my surprise, however, he did not stay with me until the end; he waited a few seconds for the first spasms of pleasure to clutch his fingers and he brutally withdrew from me. Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me and rammed his hardness inside of me with a satisfied groan. I was not even done climaxing and that sensation was almost too much to take.

Believe me, I managed.

His hands, feverishly hot by then, grabbed my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. My leather boots made a slapping sound as they met his bare bottom and pushed him even deeper inside. He cupped my buttocks with his hands and pressed his mouth against mine in a hungry kiss. The taste of my own pleasure on his lips sharpened my senses even more and drew additional moans from my throat.

“Mmmmh, you feel so good, Severus…” I purred in his ear, as he raucously panted with his mouth open against the side of my neck.

“You want more of this?” he asked, leaving a trail of kisses along my jaw.

“Oh, yes…”

He thrust deep inside and stopped; my breath got stuck in my throat. Looking me in the eye, he started moving in very large circles, pressing his member against all the circumference of my inner flesh, taking his time. I moved my head forward to take his lips between mine, but he withdrew from my kiss each time, smiling mockingly. I replied by waving my hips, too, following his movements, increasing the pressure when he reached particularly sensitive spots. I could fully feel the impact my spasms of pleasure had on him, from what I felt in his mind and the twitching muscle I saw on his jaw.

“So, tell me what you want, Antanasia,” he asked, in a more controlled voice.

“Take me again,” I murmured, looking at him through my half-closed eyelids.

“I am already taking you… what do you want?” he insisted.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, blushing slightly.

“What?”

“Fuck me!” I repeated, a little more assertively.

“How?”

“Hard!”

“Say it louder!” he ordered, seizing both of my nipples with his hands and pinching them. “I want to hear it loud and clear!”

“Fuck me hard, Severus!” I exclaimed, letting go of all my self-reserve.

“Good girl…” he groaned, before he took his length out and slammed it back again.

He kissed me and darted his tongue through my lips with a renewed passion. His hands left the side of my face only to lean against the door on each side of my head, giving him even more steadiness. I remember he was pumping me so hard that my bum repeatedly hit the door with a dull sound, echoing in the room with my unbounded screams of pleasure.

“You do not seem to worry about the noise anymore, it seems,” he taunted, slightly out of breath.

“I trust you…” I replied, “your Silencing Charm will hold, no doubt.”

“It will not stop the sound your butt is making against the door, darling.”

“Really?” I exclaimed, in sham surprise. “I could not care less! Keep going! Give it to me!” I groaned, struggling against his magical bindings to free my hands. “Come on!”

“Oh, Gods, you… are… so wet,” he panted in my ear.

“I bet your balls are getting all wet, too…” I purred, nibbling and sucking on his earlobe.

“And I bet you love feeling them slap against your butt, huh?”

All the dirty words he said seemed to take an even more naughty meaning and feel as they came out of his sexy mouth, carried by his silky baritone. They all came down to deep groans as he gave me a few additional quick thrusts and finally gave in to his own pleasure, coming inside of me in jerky, warm spurts while I welcomed him with a triumphant smile on my lips.

We stayed like this for several minutes, enjoying the slow fade out of our mutual pleasure, until he gave me a last affirmative push and removed himself. He first took a few seconds to clean himself and put his underpants and trousers back up, and then he uttered a few counter-spells that freed my hands and removed the Locomotor Charm. To my surprise, however, he did not let me slide against the door to the floor; he grabbed my hips again and wrapped them around his waist once more. I crushed him in a tight embrace, too happy to finally be able to hold him in my arms, and I gave a relieved sigh.

He carried me across the room and let me slide against him until my feet met the floor. With an almost ceremonial politeness, he handed me my bra and while I put it on, he retrieved my robes. He delicately helped me put them on, sliding the soft fabric against my skin, even massaging my shoulders and arms on the way, and buttoned it up very slowly. Once I was fully dressed again, he slid a hand around my waist and pulled me to him. His kiss was very tender and warm; I can still remember how softly his lips caressed mine, how gently his tongue made its way inside my mouth.

Once he broke our embrace, he slowly made me turn around and circled his arms around my waist, pressing his body very close against me. When I saw a piece of parchment in his hands, as he put them over my stomach, I was a bit puzzled. Everything became clearer afterwards.

“I am done with my practising, Antanasia. Your turn,” he said, in a voice that vibrated with mischievous defiance.

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AUTHOR’S NOTES
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