A Slytherin Seduction

‘Oh, yes! Merlin, yes!’

Imagine that I almost stayed at home tonight, dear heart. I hate those Christmas gatherings at the Ministry. Why spend a whole evening chatting with dull people, if they can just as well be bought with a bag of gold? That kind of interaction only takes about two minutes and is almost painless. But a Malfoy is a public figure. And I need to be a good wizard for a couple of months more. But at gatherings like this, when I have to play nicely, shake hands and blow kisses, I very much like to have my wife by my side. Dancing with her is always a nice distraction. But unfortunately, she has had a migraine for two days and has been unable to join me. Now, I am quite glad for that. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss the chance to share another dance with you, my dearest heart.

I do like dancing with you. I mean, if you hadn’t ask me to dance at the Hogwarts Yule Ball a year ago, I would never have had the pleasure to get to know you. And who knows, if you hadn’t asked me today, we might not have ended up in this office. And you wouldn’t be sucking my cock.

But you did ask. And what timing you had. I was seriously considering leaving, so dull was that Ministry party. But then you showed up, wearing that stunning green dress and with your red hair cascading down over your bare shoulders. You smiled at me from across the room, and I decided to stay a little while longer. I lost sight of you for a while, and to my utter horror, I was asked to dance by Dolores Umbridge. And believe me, dear heart, dancing with that toad made me want to leave that gathering even more! But then you cut in, and I did not care how offended Dolores was.

We shared one dance and then a second, and you lay feather-light in my arms, smiling sweetly at me and constantly keeping an ever so annoying but perfectly appropriate two inch distance between us. You cannot imagine how I longed to press myself against you, dear heart.

During the third dance, I felt your hand glide down from my shoulder, and you started playing with a lock of my hair. Your smile grew broader, and your blue eyes started twinkling. And I felt myself grow hard.

‘I do like dancing with you, Mr Malfoy,’ you whispered in my ear, finally closing the distance between us. And I tightened my hold around your waist, pulling you yet a little bit closer.

‘The music is dreadful, though,’ I commented, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair while my mind filled with the memory of that very scent. I remembered that you taste just as sweet as you smell.

‘What kind of music would you rather hear?’ you asked.

That question was easy to answer, dear heart. ‘I want to hear your body sing.’

The third song ended, and I kissed your hand. You smiled again and told me that your office was the third on the left down the corridor. You also mentioned that it had a soundproof door. Then you walked away.

We would have to be careful, of course. So I decided to have another drink at the bar and watched you dance with some young Ministry prig, wondering for a moment if you would tell him as well that you liked dancing with him. But that thought vanished quickly. I know your standards by now. I know you have a taste for perfection.

I sauntered across the room and out the door, my drink still in my hand. I didn’t have to look back. I knew your eyes were following me. And I knew that you would follow in my tracks once that dreadful song had ended.

Good thing you had said that the third door on the left lead to your office, otherwise I would have thought I had walked into a broom closet. I’ll have to talk to the Minister about that. Junior employee or not, you deserve a nicer office. A bigger one. With a window facing south, so the midday sun can set your red hair on fire.

But who would have thought that your chair would be so comfortable? Fine black leather; new, judging by its smell. I sat down and reclined, pushing my hips slightly forward. Comfy, really comfy.

I almost dropped my drink in surprise as you – silently and without any warning – Apparated right between my legs.

‘Now, now, Mr Malfoy,’ you said, grinning at me. ‘We wouldn’t be jumpy, would we?’

I never gave you an answer, and I think you never really expected one either. Instead, I watched you take my glass from my hand and bring it to your lips, taking a healthy gulp before placing it on your desk. And the way you licked your lips afterwards made me grab you and pull you into a deep, sensuous kiss. My hands glided down your back and onto your delicious arse, and I wished for nothing more than for you to slide onto my lap and ride me senseless. But to my utter disappointment, you wriggled free from my embrace.

You sank to your knees between my legs and started unbuttoning my dress robes, and I just watched you, amused by your mischievous grin and endlessly turned on by the way your breasts nudged against my now very obvious bulge every now and then.

Once my robes were unbuttoned, you started with the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, you opened the first button, then the second. And I cursed the fact that there were so many.

‘Rip it open,’ I growled impatiently after button number three. ‘Just rip it!’

‘Really?’ you asked, grinning – if possible – even broader.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I took hold of your tiny hands that were holding onto my shirt and yank them apart, making the fine fabric rip and the buttons fly in all directions.

‘My, my, Mr Malfoy.’ You giggled. And once I released your hands, you placed them on my chest. ‘I can see why you were in a hurry to get your shirt off. You seem to be rather… hot.’

I inhaled sharply as your nails dug into my chest and you scratched me all the way down to the waistband of my trousers. It hurt, but it excited me. I had no idea that you were such a vixen.

Once you had unbuckled my belt, you looked up at me. ‘Button by button?’ you asked.

‘Don’t you dare,’ I hissed, and you casually waved your hand, making all the buttons pop open by magic. Good girl, I see you’ve picked up a trick or two from me.

‘Looks like I am not the only one who left their knickers at home,’ you commented drily as my cock sprang from the tight constriction of my trousers. Merlin, how it had longed to be freed.

The twinkle in your eyes grew more mischievous by the second as you pulled at my trousers, and I – always ready to oblige a lady – lifted my hips to allow you to pull the garment down to my knees, a movement which made the tip of my cock come within an inch of your mouth.

‘Not in a hurry, are we?’ you asked with a raised eyebrow.

Hell, no! I thought. This is your game, dearest heart. I’ll let you play. For a while, at least.

Your warm fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft at the same time as your lips made contact with my balls, and I couldn’t help but moan as you started suckling at them as if they were a delicious fruit.

‘Minx,’ I growled as you started nibbling gently, and I swear I could hear you giggle.

You tightened your grip around my shaft, and I felt my cock twitch. Oh, how I wanted to bury my hand in your red hair and make you take me into your mouth. But I knew better. You seemed to know what you were doing, and I had no intention of disturbing you. So I closed my eyes and enjoyed your ministrations.

And you did reward me for my patience, dear heart. After you had explored every inch of my balls with your tongue and lips, I felt you shiften your position. I opened my eyes and found your face hovering right over the tip of my cock, your lips slightly parted and your eyes glittering. What a sight to behold! I was mesmerised, and my impulse to thrust upwards and fill your mouth was all but forgotten.

Your little pink tongue darted out from between your lips, and slowly, sensuously, you let it circle around my very tip, while one of your hands cupped my balls and the other started to stroke my shaft. That triple sensation was heaven and hell at the same time. I enjoyed your touch, by Merlin, I did. But at the same time, I longed to be inside you. Oh, I longed so much.

When your lips finally closed around my glistening tip, a deep growl escaped my throat. Oh, the way you lusciously sucked my cock, dear heart, made me believe that it is made of Honeyduke’s finest.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I buried my hand in your red hair, directing your head up and down in the perfect rhythm.

‘Oh, yes! Merlin, yes!’ This feels so good!

I have to release you now. One more thrust into your hot mouth, and I would come undone. And I promised that it was your turn to play. But your goal seems to be to make me come right here and now. Even without me guiding you, you continue sucking, hard, now, and quickly, squeezing my balls in the same rhythm. And I come. Merlin, how I come, shooting spurt after spurt of my seed into your mouth, screaming myself hoarse. And you swallow it all, suckling as if you intend to milk me of the very last drop.

And I let you. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut as not to pass out, I feel you taking the whole of me into your mouth once more just to suck your way up my manhood moments later, drinking every single drop of my juices. When you release me, my cock is spotless, and I am dizzy from the sensation. I swear I have not come that hard in years. Then again, no one has sucked me in such a fashion in years. Narcissa is too prudish for such an act. But you, dear heart, you seem to have no shame at all. Good girl.

I don’t dare open my eyes just yet. I am convinced that there is not a drop of blood left in my head, and I wouldn’t be surprised if a sudden movement from my part would send me falling off the chair. So I keep my eyes shut and concentrate on my breathing, straining my ears in order to hear the rustling of your robes. I still very much like to know what you are doing.

I feel your warm fingers caress my abdomen. Your touch is so tender. It reminds me of summer rain falling softly onto sun-warm skin.

Then I hear you moving. I think you are getting to your feet now, and for a moment I am afraid that you will leave. But then I feel you sliding onto my lap, your long skirt falling down on either side of my thighs. I feel you shifting your weight. You lean forward, covering my chest with kisses. I growl contently and reach out for you, caressing your bare shoulders with my hands.

Your lips are on my neck now, and I feel how your tongue darts out every now and then to lick my skin. When you hit the sensitive spot under my ear, I moan and thrust my hips upwards. I am already hardening for you again, and I want you to feel the effects of your caresses.

‘If you’re tired, I’ll go back to the ballroom and let you sleep,’ you whisper. But the way you nibble at my ear moments later tells me that you have no intention to go anywhere. So I wrap one arm around your waist to pull you closer. My free hand, I gently place on the back of your head.

I hold you close like that for a while, carefully kissing the side of your neck and enjoying your content sighs. You’ve made me see heaven, dearest heart. Rest assured that I intend to return the favour.

Suckling gently at your earlobe, I move my hands behind you to undo the lace at your back. Once done, I push you up into a sitting position, letting your corset fall to the floor and your breasts spill into my waiting hands.

‘You are beautiful,’ I murmur, looking up at you, and I am not lying. Your breasts are perfect, round and succulent. Your skin is of a majestic, alabaster colour. And your red hair falls down over your pale shoulders like a flux of molten lava. And I wish I were a painter.

‘Beautiful,’ I whisper once more and push myself into an upright position, trying to decide which of your breasts to kiss first. I opt for your left and cover it with a hundred tiny kisses, while massaging you right with my hand, wondering if I could succeed in making you come by caressing your breasts only. Next, I use my tongue, pressing it against your rosy flesh to taste you. So sweet, so delicious.

I feel the nipple of your right breast harden under the touch of my hand, and I move my head an inch or two, encircling your other nipple with the tip of my tongue and eliciting the sweetest of sounds from you. Then I close my lips around the awakened bud and suckle it gently. You moan, and your hands entwine in my hair, pulling my head closer to you.

My free hand finds its way under your skirt. I let it glide between your things, and I am not surprised to find you wet and wanting. Still suckling at one of your nipples and caressing the other with my hand, I slide a finger inside you, closely followed by a second one, which makes you gasp and bury your fingers deeper in my hair. And I remember our last encounter, how you impaled yourself on my fingers, rubbing your clit ever so eagerly against the ball of my thumbs, almost desperate for release. Today, however, you are holding quite still, and I slide my fingers deeper inside you, carefully searching for that special spot some inches in. And soon, your sharp intake of breath tells me that I have found it. So I curl my fingers, slowly, slowly, watching you let your head fall back and hearing a low moan escape your throat.

Yes, I know that you like this, dear heart, but it is not all I can do. I ease out of you, ignoring your disappointed whimper and place my now glistening wet fingers on either side of your clit, pinching it gently and watching a shudder go through your body every time I do so. Two or three times more, I think, and you will come undone.

But you stop me. ‘Don’t,’ you breathe, your voice thick with lust, and for a moment, I am confused, I must admit. I know you’re close, and I want you to come. Why would you want me to stop?

‘I want… I want to feel you inside me,’ you gasp.

I smile. Your wish, dear heart, is my command, of course. I withdraw my fingers, and you slide forward on my lap, taking my now fully erect member inside you up to the hilt.

You shiver and moan deeply as you peak, and the way your muscles contract around me make me enjoy your orgasm almost as much as you enjoy it. Merlin, I love to feel you come.

I wrap my arms around your shaking body, holding you close and letting you relax, already looking forward to thrusting up into you later. There is no better feeling than to bury myself in a woman who has climaxed only moments before. So warm, so tight. But I’ll wait until you’re ready. I wouldn’t want to pressure you.

When your breathing has calmed down, you start to slowly rock you hips. As you wish, my heart. If you want to set the pace, be my guest.

Your arms are tightly wrapped around my neck, and you hold onto me as if you were afraid I’d disappear. And I must admit, I like that close contact. I embrace you, pulling you even closer, burying my face at your neck and enjoying the way your breath tickles the side of my own neck. And we move in perfect unison, rocking slowly in your new leather chair. It’s a glorious feeling.

Yes, I enjoy this, but I cannot help my mind from wandering as my hands glide down your back and come to rest on your perfectly shaped arse. Like your breasts, it is firm and fits in my hands as if it were made for them. And I imagine how it must feel to pound into you from behind, alternately kneading and slapping those rosy buttocks, while my balls slap against your clit and I bury myself deeper inside you than ever before. Where will that happen, I wonder. And when? I hope it won’t be another six months.

It seems me squeezing your buttocks has excited you. You have let go of my neck and taken hold of my shoulders instead in order to steady yourself. You’re moving your hips at a faster pace now, impaling yourself on my cock and exhaling audibly through your nose every time I disappear deep inside you. Your jaws are clenched , your eyes slightly narrowed and your fingers are digging painfully into my skin. I can see that you’re desperate for release. I’ll help you, dear heart. Don’t fret.

Placing one hand at the small of your back to help you keep your balance, I let the other slide in between us, applying pressure on your most sensitive spot. It works like a charm, just like I knew it would. You squeal and throw your head backwards, tighten your grip around my shoulders and pick up the pace, riding me hard and fast until a shudder goes through your body and you come undone with my name tumbling from your lips over and over again. And I thrust up into you, deeper and deeper, up to the hilt and fill you with my seed, growling and screaming in ecstasy. Merlin’s scrotum, I wouldn’t mind dying right here and now.

I pull you close once more. You are shaking like a leaf in my arms, and I cover your neck and shoulders with tender kisses while caressing your back with my hands. Your breath is ragged, and you’re whimpering softly, almost making me fear that you are crying. But you’re not. And if you were, you would be crying from sheer happiness. You’re very welcome, dear heart.

Eventually, you slide down from my lap, and we use Scourgify to clean up the mess we’ve created. I don’t know who you go home to, but Narcissa would throw a fit if she found sperm stains on my robes. Furtively, I also place a spell on you. Can’t have you end up pregnant, can we? Even if a child conceived in such a breathtaking manner would certainly be born with powers not yet seen by wizardkind.

Once I am dressed, I help you lace up your corset, all the while placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulders. You sigh contently, and I let once more run my hands over your sensuous curves, while grinding my semi-hard cock against you butt. I wouldn’t mind pushing up your skirt, bending you over the desk and take you once more, but somehow I fear it might be too much for both you and myself. I’m not getting any younger, and you, dear heart, must be exhausted. And besides, we need something to look forward to when our paths happen to cross the next time.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed yourself just as much as Lucius did. I for one had a blast writing him, and I promise that there will be more.