The Bloody Anne Saga

“Daisy chains, mary janes; fairy tales cannot fool me now.”
“Not A Virgin”
-Poe

Surrender


It was quiet and comfortable. The only light in the room came from the flickering fireplace. He was comfortable, curled up on his part of the bed, wrapped in his blanket.
Something hard hit his back, jostling him from his dreams. Snuggling back in, it hit him again waking him completely. Raising his head, he looked around the room blearily. Then, again the hard punch to his back. Rising up on his arms he glanced behind him.
Lying at the head of the bed, his Mistress was asleep, in the throes of a nightmare. Crying out softly, eh thrashed against the bed, her leg kicking him again. Frowning, he threw off the blanket and crawled cautiously towards her. He knew from past experiences she was dangerous to awaken. Gently touching her shoulder, he shook lightly.
“Mistress,” he whispered. “Wake up.”
She groaned, trying to escape her dream. He shook her harder, “My Lady.” He said softly in her ear.
She sat up suddenly crying out, her arms swinging. He tumbled off the bed with a yelp, scrambling into the shadows. Yawning, she blinked, looking around her room. Hearing a whimper, she looked over in the shadows searching for the source of the sound.
“Draco?” She called out.
He peeked around her dressing chair, his blond hair partially covering his face. She relaxed smiling.
“Did you wake me up?”
“The Mistress was having a bad dream.’ Came the quiet answer.
Smiling, she sat up in her bed. Looking over at the shadows, she patted the bed.
“Come back here. I’m not angry.”

Crawling towards her, he climbed up on the bed, sitting in front of her.
Reaching over, she brushed the hair from his face and urged his head down into her lap, stroking his hair. He relaxed, listening to the sounds of her breathing, as she got comfortable. Closing his eyes, he unconsciously leaned into her touch, as her hands brushed down the length of his hair to brush against his shoulder blades. Enjoying the feel of her hands brushing lightly over his hair, then trailing doo hio his back, his neck, and face. She had a spell she used whenever she touched him, especially after punishment. He could be in the worst pain he’s felt in a long time, but when her hand brushed against his cheek, a wave of calmness and security crashed over him and he knew everything would be fine. He was half asleep when he felt her hand stop suddenly. Tensing, his eyes flew open. He didn’t move, for fear he would arouse her anger.
“Draco?”
He scrambled off of her quickly, his eyes downcast. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” He stammered quietly.
“No. Take off your shirt.”

Freezing again, he risked a glance up at her through his lashes. She was looking at him a frown marking her features. But it wasn’t an angry frown, rather, a confused one.
Reaching down, he unbuttoned the green pajama top he wore in her room, pulling it off his shoulders. Still sitting with his legs curled under him, his head downcast, he tried not to flinch when he felt her fingertips touch his chest.
“Oh dear,” she breathed. “I haven’t been gentle with you at all, have I?” He turned slightly at her urging, so she could see his back. He knew what his entire upper body looked like. A mass of scars from vas whs whippings, and curses, and tortures.
He whimpered as she turned him back around to face her.
“Does it hurt?” She asked softly. He shook his head, his hair flying around him. She stopped him, placing her hands on his shoulders.
“Look at me.” She commanded.
Raising his head, slightly he chanced a look at her face, confused by the look he saw therShe She was looking at him with a mixture of concern and regret.
“I should have been more careful.” She muttered. “Let’s fix you up, get rid of these nasty scars.”

Reaching down, she placed one hand on his chest, and one on his back. Closing her eyes, she whispered some works under her breath. He gasped as the energy flowed over him like warm water. Closing his eyes, a hint of a smile touched his face as he felt old hurts completely disappear. The power faded and he almost collapsed from relief.
“My Lady.” he started, before a hand was placed over his mouth.
“Shhh. Don’t talk.” She told him. Opening one eye, he saw her watching him, a small smile on her face. Reaching up, he ran a hand through his hair again.
“Even when you were younger, it couldn’t be denied that you were so handsome.” She whispered. He averted his eyes again, noticing for the first time the thin blue slip of a nightgown she was wearing. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on something else, anything. Usually he could focus on an old injury, concentrating on the pain, but after this, he didn’t even have that to help him. Whimpering again, he was close to panic. This close to her, she would see how she affected him. And he would be punished. Punished severely for this one.

He held his breath, as her hands ran known his now smooth chest. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, praying to anyone who would listen that she would tire and go back to sleep soon.
He felt her hand on his chin forcing his face up, but he didn’t open his eyes. He knew what her face would look like and he couldn’t bear to see her anger because of his worthlessness. He tensed, waiting for the first curse to be thrown or to be knocked off the bed. He didn’t expect to feel her lips on his softly, exploring him. His hands flew out, trying to catch leverage on the first thing they could find. They rested on her bare leg, and flew off just as quickly, his eyes flying open and him scrambling back from her, falling off the bed in the process, his head already bowing in apology.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I had no right, please forgive me.” He cried out hysterically. What had he done? To be that close to her was temptation enough, but to actually be brave and foolish enough to kiss her? He thought he’d gotten rid of his death wishes long ago.
Laughing, she climbed off the bed, dropping to her knees in front of him. He whimpered, head still bowed.
“Silly. You did nothing.” She said, leaning over to speak in his ear. Her silk covered breast brushed against his bare arm and he bit his lip to keep from moaning.
“I kissed you.” She told him, reaching over to take his hands, placing them in her lap as she leaned back. He didn’t move, afraid any movement would make her angry.
She sighed. “Draco. Sit up Draco.”
He sat up on his knees, his head still bowed, his hands still covered by her in her lap.
“You love me.” She stated. He nodded franticly.
“Mistress, I adore you.” Came the frenzied answer.
“You trust me?” She asked. “Would do anything for me?”
Again he nodded, bordering on panic again. He didn’t know what she wanted.
“I am loyal. “ He insisted. “I would die for you.”
She smiled. “Nothing so drastic.” She said. Standing up, she pulled him up with her.
“Now. Look at me.”
Draco opened his eyes, taking in the entire view of what she was wearing. Her feet and legs were bare. She wore a small blue slip nightgown that stopped mid thigh. Her arms were bare and the thin strap top plunged low, showing off ample amount of cleavage. Her brown hair was wild, falling in ringlets over her shoulders. His gaze rested on her face, her face set in a knowing smile as she took in his agitated state. He stood before her, his white blond hair framing his face, his chest rising and falling quickly, the obvious discomfort from his pajama bottoms, and his gray eyes wide, and darkened by barely contained lust.
“That’s better.” She knew what was going through his mind and she didn’t care. This could turn out to be a new kind of torture. One she could have so much fun with. But not tonight.
Gripping his hands tightly, she raised them, guiding them to her waist. His eyes grew wider.
“Would you really do anything for me, my pet?” She asked. Still staring at her with wide eyes, his licked his lips before nodding.
“Anything.” He breathed. She smiled, opening her arms slightly.
“Then come to me.” She said.
He took a cautious step forward, then another, before finding himself in her arms. Grabbing his hair, she pulled his head down to ravage him mouth. It didn’t matter that he was several inches taller that her or was still physically stronger then her. He was hers completely. Hers to keep, hers to use however she saw fit. And tonight, she was going to use him to satisfy her own desires.
Breaking off from his mouth, she turned them around, pushing him back on the bed, straddling his legs as he sat on the bed. He dragged his eyes open, looking at her confused.
“Come now Draco. I know you must remember sex.” She purred in his ear, running her fingers lightly down his chest, making him shiver. “It’s just like flying a broomstick. Once you learn you never loose the knack.” She moved forward a bit grinding herself into his lap, listening to him gasp. “Here’s your chance to show me everything you’ve learned. To make me scream your name for once.”
His eyes widened horrified. “Mistress, I can’t…”
“You’re talking again.” She reprimanded, placing a finger over his lips. “And for tonight only, you may call me Anne.”
“But…”
“Enraptu.” She whispered, lightly running a hand over his neck and chest. He shuddered, his eyes closing.
“Oh Merlin.” He gasped, his hands tightening on her waist.
“Do I really have to do this until you’re so blinded by lust instinct just takes over?” She teased, running a hand over him again, feeling his hands tighten more around her waist, sliding down slightly to grab her hips.
He swallowed hard, trying not to feel, trying to push back the overwhelming need he had right now, trying desperately not to think about where his hands rested.
“I’m not worthy.” He whispered. She smirked.
“Are you disagreeing with me?” She asked, her voice tinged with anger. His eyes flew open, terrified.
“Mistress, no! I would never presume to….”
“Shhh.” She hushed, brushing his hair again. Smiling, she looked at him, as her hands slid down to brush against his hands resting on her hips. “The only thing I want to hear from you now is gasps and moans.”

His eyes locked with hers, as she spoke the spell again, her hand brushing over his groin. Crying out, instinct finally took over, and he pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely, desperately. She kissed him back almost as desperately, her mouth opening and her tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting him. He groaned, his body jerking to an alertness it hadn’t known for years. This was something his body remembered. A small part of him that had been forced to lie dormant since control in the wizarding world had shifted. And now that it had awakened, it wasn’t about to be forced back down.

Not thinking, just reacting, Draco’s hands slid further down, her legs, grasping the bottom hem of her nightgown and pulled upward, sliding the silk cloth from her body. She moved to allow the removal of the material, breaking off from his mouth long enough for it to be pulled over her head. Throwing the silk on the floor, he grabbed her shoulders pulling her back to him, kissing her hard, briefly, before leaving her mouth, trailing down her jaw line and neck, leaving little bites and kisses in his wake. Sighing, she pressed herself closer to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her hips grinding into him again. Taking advantage of her exposed neck, he bent his head, nuzzling the small space where her neck and shoulder met, biting gently. Anne gasped, her eyes flying open briefly, her hands wrapping themselves tighter into his hair. His hands still on her shoulders, he pushed her back a bit, allowing him access to continue his descent. His hands sliding over her bare skin, his fingertips brushing against her breasts, trailing lightly over her tightened nipples. Gasping again, she leaned into his touch. Running his thumb over one numb, his mouth covered the other, sucking, licking, and biting. Anne writhed under his touch, grinding herself continually against him. Leaving one, his mouth slid across her chest, kissing his way to her other breast, his other hand taking over what his mouth started on the first. He bit gently, and then licked, making her cry out, and pull away. Raising his head, he looked at her, through half lidded eyes. Breathing hard, she smiled, pushing him backwards.
“You’re good,” she panted. “But these pants are in my way.” Climbing off of him, she pointed a finger, and he scooted up to the top of the bed, lying back against the pillows, still watching her. Grinning, she straddled him again; hooking her fingers under the waistband of his pajama bottoms and pulled downwards, sliding the pants over his hips, and down his legs. He moved, allowing her to pull them off completely. Throwing them off to the side, she turned her attention back to him and stopped, wide eyed.
“Oh.” She said, finally looking at him. Draco closed his eyes, the small non-aroused part of his brain wondering if that was a good sign.
Anne looked at him, lying naked on her bed, her eyes still wide in astonishment. In school she’d overheard girls who’d been with him talking, but she never believed. This could prove to become very interesting.

His body was tensed, waiting for something. He wasn’t sure what she was going to do. When he felt her mouth touch his shaft, his body jerked, his eyes flying open. She nuzzled against him briefly, before licking him, from bottom to the tip, swirling her tongue across the tip. She could hear the ragged gasps above her and she smiled, kissing him again before taking him into her mouth.

He cried out, his hips jerking forward. Her hands went to his hips, holding him still as she dragged her teeth across the shaft, before sliding her mouth down again and sucking.
His eyes slid shut again, and his hands scrambled for the headboard, the pillows, something to hold onto. The feel of her mouth on him was too much to take at once. He hadn’t felt this in such a long time, he wasn’t sure if his body could take the stimulation.
“My Lady.” He gasped, his body arching, his hands clawing against the headboard. “Anne, please!”
She lifted her mouth from him, looking up. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, gasping for air. His arms were flung above him, holding tightly onto the headboard. Smiling, she slid up his body, licking and kissing exposed flesh on her way, stopping at his chest, to drag her tongue against both nipples, making him moan. Reaching his neck, she nuzzled against him, and then bit hard. His eyes flew open, and he gasped loudly. Sitting up, she straddled him, smiling down. He looked back up at her, through eyes hazy with lust and desire.
“So my pet,” she purred, rubbing against his groin, and listening to him gasp. “Is this coming back to you at all?”
He swallowed hard, nodding. She leaned down, kissing him hard.
“Good.” She murmured in his ear, kissing his neck. “Because we going to do this until you scream my name.”

She rose up, and slid herself down on him. He moaned, his hips jerking upward to meet her, driving himself in deeper than she expected. She gasped, her hands clutching against his shoulders, going still briefly, before she began to move.
Slowly, his hands left the headboard as his mind shut down and his body took over. His hands slid down to her legs, stoping at her hips, holding her against him as they moved together. Releasing slightly to let her left up, then pulling her down further onto him as she came down.

Gripping his shoulders tightly, her head thrown back, her mind forgetting momentarily where she was, who she was, what she was. Only feeling the movement under her and the growing sensations. Her breath came out in gasps and moans as she moved against him, trying to get herself closer to release.
He gripped her hips tighter, forcing her to move faster. He was close, and he wasn’t about to stop now. He groaned loudly as she was racked with her first orgasm, her body shaking over his, tightening around him.
“Merlin, Anne.” He gasped, still gripping her hips tightly. “Please!”
”We aren’t stopping until you scream my name.” She gasped, righting herself, and moving her hips against him. The second one hit and she cried out, shaking and falling against his chest, gasping for breath.
He slid his hands up her back, holding her to him, still moving against her. The third one hit unexpected, and she pulled away, crying out, her nails digging into his skin.
“Oh God, Draco!”
His body jerked once, then he felt it. He grabbed her, pulling her down against him, crying out her name as it hit him.
“Hermione!”

He clutched onto her, feeling her lose control again. The held onto each other until their bodies stopped shaking and their breathing slowed.
Anne pulled away, looking into his face. He dragged her eyes open, looking back at her. He wasn’t sure which name he called out, but he’d gladly take any punishment given to him at this moment.

She smiled, brushing the hair from his face, her eyes curious.
“You really are mine now, aren’t you?”
“I am loyal only to you, my Mistress.” He whispered.
She smiled again, and then rolled off of him. He protested lightly as he felt her pull away from him. Mustering his energy, he sat up, preparing to find his pajama bottoms and move down to his place at the end of the bed. Her hand stopped him.
“Not quite yet, my pet. I said for tonight only.” She said, pulling back the covers and patting the space he was just lying in. “For tonight only, you may sleep next to me.”
Smiling, he slid back into the bed, and under the covers she’d moved.
“I love you.” He murmured, snuggled into her body, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She smiled, stroking his hair. “I know, Draco.” She whispered. “I know.”