A Memory
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,227
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Plunge
I sat there in his arms for what felt like eternity, my eyes shut tight, and my heart fearing the incubus’s return. I felt my body shaking under the terror of what happened when I felt the chill ice of some flesh creep up my back. My muscles tensed, and I jumped out of my lover’s arms only to realise the creeping flesh was simply his own hand. I turned toward him, my coo grey eyes gazing into Damion’s peaceful, lavender ones. A rush of calmness rushed through me as I watched the steady sway of his body as crawled toward me. My mouth went dry, and I continued to be mesmerised by the shining of wanting in his brilliant, breath-taking, soul-snatching eyes, and I knew I would not have been able to slip away even if I wanted to. He was an enchanting melody while I was the snake hypnotized by his charm. He came closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath across my neck. My eyes rolled toward his lips, watching them fall toward my pale epidermis. I watched as Damion’s pink tongue flicked out, the coolness of it slipping onto my neck, creating rivets of saliva, cool and wet, which were left trickling in sticky waves. Gasps escaped my mouth, and my breathing quickened. Next, Damion crawled on top of me, his fingers playing idly with the hem of my shirt, and I felt my penis throb with the longing. Damion smirked as he felt me rise before him, and with his sexy smile, he lifted my top over my head, one of his hands trailing over my hardened nipple while the other slid across my beaten back, and the softness of his flesh made me shudder with excitement for the swirls of his fingertips across my skin was so enchanting, so intriguing, but he suddenly stopped, and a curious look came upon his face. Damion stalked around me as he trailed a line so faintly across my back. I turned my head as far as I could as I asked,
“What is it?”
“There are . . vip marks,” he answered. Then, I heard his breathing being controlled so it was slow and steady, and curiosity filled my mind. It wondered what was going on inside Damion Flieder’s own head. I felt his fingers continually tracing the scars the monster had created, and I figured out was dancing through his brain. Damion was being aroused from my welts of pain. I turned around quickly, grabbing the foreign wrist, as I stated,
“I don’t know if I can do that whole S&M stuff. I . . . .”
“It’s okay. Ve don’t haff to do any of it; it’s simply a kink, not a fetish. I can still haff fun vith you tonight, can’t I?” he smirked. Then, I watched as drew closer to my perpetrating body, rotating it around so that it faced him, and I remember my eyes falling shut as I took in the steady beating of his heart. It was so settle and calm , like he had done this so many times before. I could feel my own speeding reaction, a mix of nervousness, eagerness, and excitement I remember feeling the warmth of his flesh brush cross my face as his slender fingers swam through the cascade of my silken hair. I opened my eyes to see a full set of lips inches from my face, the perfection of them being obscured by strands of lengthy, whispy streams of perfumed satin falling into my eyes. Next, the distance between those enticing lips and my own shortened when the rose-coloured flesh contacted its target. The moisture softened them to the richest silk, creating such a magnificent feeling that I felt as if my mouth was swimming in a river of wine served only to the gods that resided above. I felt his tongue slink between my lips, the flattened, flexible muscle secreting a trail of saliva as it plunged into my maw. It crawled around blindly in the darkness, the tip of it probing the sides when it found my own tongue lying in the pitch. It wrapped itself around me sedentary one, and it began to push underneath mine. I slid across the top of him, and I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to his heated body, and my heart accelerated the tiniest fraction as his tongue plunged even farther down my throat as one of his soft hands gently caressed my back.
Damion continued to kiss me when he threw me on my back and came up for a quick breath. I watched as he crawled over me, his onyx hair falling around his face, framing his multi-coloured eyes. He finally stopped, his face hovering above mine, and his arms were anchored on each side of my head, the muscle in them pulled tight so that he floated above me. Slowly, his arms bent as the heavenly body drifted toward me. First, his thighs fell on top of mine, the weight of them making me eager for more. Next, came his hips, and the feel of him hard and ready simply made me want to speed it along, to reach climax and to come for the man I loved. Then, Damion simply let himself fall, and I heard the dull THWACK! of his chest gravitating on to mine. Damion turned my head so that it lay profile to him. I felt the cool dampness of his tongue as it drew fantasying designs across my jugular as it gradually turned to a sucking creature, bringing my blood rushing to my neck. The sucking turned into a series of kissed, which crawled over my flesh and across my Adam’s apple, when I felt his pelvic region pressing into mine. Harder and harder until it started to bring about pain. I let out a small whimper, and Damion started to ease outward. It wasn’t long until I felt the callous treasure begin to sink toward me again. Damion’s mouth closed on my neck once more as his hips one again were swept away, but no sooner had they left had they came back again. Up and down, up and down, until the rolling of his pelvis was as constant as an oncoming wave in the emerald sea. Over and over until I knew I would not be able to stand it much longer. I stopped him with my hand, grabbing the top of his pants as I smiled, my index playing with the button that kept them shut.
“Quit tormenting me, and get on with it,” I said as I popped the button out of its hole and rolled the beautiful body onto its back. Flieder smirked as he observed me lowering my mouth to his crotch and take the silver pull into my mouth. The metal was cold to the touch, but was warmed quickly as I brought it down. My fingers traced along his abdomen, the coo flesh barely inside the ebony darkness of his clothing, when I started to tug. I wanted them off; I wanted to see the wonderful essence of him, full and willing, and I knew, oh I knew, that he would not stop me. My heart sped up as I jerked down on the article, and I heard a low chuckle escape from Damion’s throat. It was mocking and slightly sardonic, and it teased me for being so impatient. It flowed down my spine in a tingling wave of ecstasy, and I began to pull on his smoky drawers, and still that chuckle sounded through the room. I glanced at its source quizzically to see a smirk plastered on his face, and as I stared at that sexy sneer, I half regretted moving so fast, but all of that quickly dissolved as I felt him thrust up into me. I felt my pants loosen around the waist as the German unsnapped them and hurriedly brought the zipper down. They slid off of me so that I was only left in my underwear. Damion slithered his hands over the obsidian silk, and chills climbed up my spine as my pallid hand fell on top of one of his own. His other still moved in circles, taking in the softness of my boy shorts. I led his hand I had hold of toward my centre so that he could feel how willing I was. I made him rub his hand across my cock, stroke it when he began to pull it away. I didn’t argue, but let it descend away slowly, and once more it was at my waist, playing with the silken hem that clung to my hips. I brought my own hands up to pull on the piece of clothing that kept him from being nude. Damion shook his head as he proclaimed,
“I vish to see you first.” I nodded my head and let him carry on with his job. It wasn’t long until I lay naked underneath him, my penis moving with a life of its own as it throbbed with the beating of my blood rushing through the scarlet arteries that resided under the flesh of my manhood. Cold, pallid fingers brushed up my elongated dick as sharp fingernails cascaded back down, creating a small pain and a quick gasp from my mouth. I looked at Damion Flieder, his purplish eyes filled with a lust and a desire, thought they weren’t the only thing filled with passionate longing. My own eyes had trailed downward and gazed upon the bulge between his legs. I pointed to the spot as one word stumbled out of my mouth.
“Off.” I wanted to see what was under the fabric. I wanted to see if that bulge was really as big as it seemed or if it was simply an illusion. Oh, God, I hope not. The German sat up as he started to shove the grey-coloured boxers off his body. Finally, they laid at his feet, and I was left staring at the beauty of him. The thickness of it wavered in front of my eyes, which were watching the snake-like appendage with interest. Damion gave a small smirk as he crawled over me, stopping so that the juiciness of him hung dreamily over my lips. I raised myself upward and reached for the magnificent sculpture, but it laid just out of reach. I stretched my tongue forward, the tip of it barely touching the treasure, and I tested the faint sweetness of it. I longed for more as I strained to touch more of the sacred flesh, but it still was out of reach, and I could not lift my body any higher. Damion, however, was not cruel enough to simply tease me. No, he would make sure I received what I wished for, and he did. I lunged for the penis above me so he lowered himself in my mouth. Let’s just say he fit the cavity quite nicely. He was smooth so that he slid easily through my maw. I let my tongue flick out so that it danced across the tip of his erection. He let himself gravitate even farther into my mouth as I opened it to let all of him in. The fullness of him climbed down my throat, and I felt my gag reflex start to upchuck it. I forced my mind to let it pass, but it didn’t wish to listen, and my throat began to contract and push the foreign object out. I pulled back slightly, still sucking the salted sweat off of him as my head started to swim from his sweet taste. I didn’t want to ever let it go; I wanted to keep it forever in my maw. I wanted to keep the never-reducing candy with me and never share. I was one of those greedy boys that always had to sit in the corner, because they would not contribute, but I didn’t care for I was in a heavenly bliss.
My head fell back slightly as the hardened item flopped back toward Damion’s body. Air rushed into my lungs while I gazed over the erotic snake dancing in front of me. They watched every throb, every twitch, every bloody move. I lowered my head back toward the dick, my golden hair draping over the thing in front of me. I moved the strands out of the way as my lips, once more, surrounded the throbbing utensil underneath me. My tongue wrapped itself around the rod, picking up all the succulent juices it could reach when it tasted something new. It was sweet, sure, and compared to all the other residues, it was a god. No, it was the god, the big one that was set upon a golden throne while everyone was in thrall to him, and that was simply a dash of the entrée. My tongue continued to scavenge around, looking for another speck of the delicacy. Hell, I drove myself mad though I shouldn’t have bothered for the sweetness had come soon after, and I sucked his dick even harder so as to get every drop of his ejection. It didn’t last as long as I would have liked, but if I had had it my way, it would have gone on for hours so that I wouldn’t have been able to hold anymore of the seamen. My throat pulsated as it took up every particle of the liquid, and soon, my tongue flicked out as it lapped anything my suction left behind.
I ended up laying in his bed for hours as the night grew old, and I spent the happiest day of my life with my German love.
“What is it?”
“There are . . vip marks,” he answered. Then, I heard his breathing being controlled so it was slow and steady, and curiosity filled my mind. It wondered what was going on inside Damion Flieder’s own head. I felt his fingers continually tracing the scars the monster had created, and I figured out was dancing through his brain. Damion was being aroused from my welts of pain. I turned around quickly, grabbing the foreign wrist, as I stated,
“I don’t know if I can do that whole S&M stuff. I . . . .”
“It’s okay. Ve don’t haff to do any of it; it’s simply a kink, not a fetish. I can still haff fun vith you tonight, can’t I?” he smirked. Then, I watched as drew closer to my perpetrating body, rotating it around so that it faced him, and I remember my eyes falling shut as I took in the steady beating of his heart. It was so settle and calm , like he had done this so many times before. I could feel my own speeding reaction, a mix of nervousness, eagerness, and excitement I remember feeling the warmth of his flesh brush cross my face as his slender fingers swam through the cascade of my silken hair. I opened my eyes to see a full set of lips inches from my face, the perfection of them being obscured by strands of lengthy, whispy streams of perfumed satin falling into my eyes. Next, the distance between those enticing lips and my own shortened when the rose-coloured flesh contacted its target. The moisture softened them to the richest silk, creating such a magnificent feeling that I felt as if my mouth was swimming in a river of wine served only to the gods that resided above. I felt his tongue slink between my lips, the flattened, flexible muscle secreting a trail of saliva as it plunged into my maw. It crawled around blindly in the darkness, the tip of it probing the sides when it found my own tongue lying in the pitch. It wrapped itself around me sedentary one, and it began to push underneath mine. I slid across the top of him, and I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to his heated body, and my heart accelerated the tiniest fraction as his tongue plunged even farther down my throat as one of his soft hands gently caressed my back.
Damion continued to kiss me when he threw me on my back and came up for a quick breath. I watched as he crawled over me, his onyx hair falling around his face, framing his multi-coloured eyes. He finally stopped, his face hovering above mine, and his arms were anchored on each side of my head, the muscle in them pulled tight so that he floated above me. Slowly, his arms bent as the heavenly body drifted toward me. First, his thighs fell on top of mine, the weight of them making me eager for more. Next, came his hips, and the feel of him hard and ready simply made me want to speed it along, to reach climax and to come for the man I loved. Then, Damion simply let himself fall, and I heard the dull THWACK! of his chest gravitating on to mine. Damion turned my head so that it lay profile to him. I felt the cool dampness of his tongue as it drew fantasying designs across my jugular as it gradually turned to a sucking creature, bringing my blood rushing to my neck. The sucking turned into a series of kissed, which crawled over my flesh and across my Adam’s apple, when I felt his pelvic region pressing into mine. Harder and harder until it started to bring about pain. I let out a small whimper, and Damion started to ease outward. It wasn’t long until I felt the callous treasure begin to sink toward me again. Damion’s mouth closed on my neck once more as his hips one again were swept away, but no sooner had they left had they came back again. Up and down, up and down, until the rolling of his pelvis was as constant as an oncoming wave in the emerald sea. Over and over until I knew I would not be able to stand it much longer. I stopped him with my hand, grabbing the top of his pants as I smiled, my index playing with the button that kept them shut.
“Quit tormenting me, and get on with it,” I said as I popped the button out of its hole and rolled the beautiful body onto its back. Flieder smirked as he observed me lowering my mouth to his crotch and take the silver pull into my mouth. The metal was cold to the touch, but was warmed quickly as I brought it down. My fingers traced along his abdomen, the coo flesh barely inside the ebony darkness of his clothing, when I started to tug. I wanted them off; I wanted to see the wonderful essence of him, full and willing, and I knew, oh I knew, that he would not stop me. My heart sped up as I jerked down on the article, and I heard a low chuckle escape from Damion’s throat. It was mocking and slightly sardonic, and it teased me for being so impatient. It flowed down my spine in a tingling wave of ecstasy, and I began to pull on his smoky drawers, and still that chuckle sounded through the room. I glanced at its source quizzically to see a smirk plastered on his face, and as I stared at that sexy sneer, I half regretted moving so fast, but all of that quickly dissolved as I felt him thrust up into me. I felt my pants loosen around the waist as the German unsnapped them and hurriedly brought the zipper down. They slid off of me so that I was only left in my underwear. Damion slithered his hands over the obsidian silk, and chills climbed up my spine as my pallid hand fell on top of one of his own. His other still moved in circles, taking in the softness of my boy shorts. I led his hand I had hold of toward my centre so that he could feel how willing I was. I made him rub his hand across my cock, stroke it when he began to pull it away. I didn’t argue, but let it descend away slowly, and once more it was at my waist, playing with the silken hem that clung to my hips. I brought my own hands up to pull on the piece of clothing that kept him from being nude. Damion shook his head as he proclaimed,
“I vish to see you first.” I nodded my head and let him carry on with his job. It wasn’t long until I lay naked underneath him, my penis moving with a life of its own as it throbbed with the beating of my blood rushing through the scarlet arteries that resided under the flesh of my manhood. Cold, pallid fingers brushed up my elongated dick as sharp fingernails cascaded back down, creating a small pain and a quick gasp from my mouth. I looked at Damion Flieder, his purplish eyes filled with a lust and a desire, thought they weren’t the only thing filled with passionate longing. My own eyes had trailed downward and gazed upon the bulge between his legs. I pointed to the spot as one word stumbled out of my mouth.
“Off.” I wanted to see what was under the fabric. I wanted to see if that bulge was really as big as it seemed or if it was simply an illusion. Oh, God, I hope not. The German sat up as he started to shove the grey-coloured boxers off his body. Finally, they laid at his feet, and I was left staring at the beauty of him. The thickness of it wavered in front of my eyes, which were watching the snake-like appendage with interest. Damion gave a small smirk as he crawled over me, stopping so that the juiciness of him hung dreamily over my lips. I raised myself upward and reached for the magnificent sculpture, but it laid just out of reach. I stretched my tongue forward, the tip of it barely touching the treasure, and I tested the faint sweetness of it. I longed for more as I strained to touch more of the sacred flesh, but it still was out of reach, and I could not lift my body any higher. Damion, however, was not cruel enough to simply tease me. No, he would make sure I received what I wished for, and he did. I lunged for the penis above me so he lowered himself in my mouth. Let’s just say he fit the cavity quite nicely. He was smooth so that he slid easily through my maw. I let my tongue flick out so that it danced across the tip of his erection. He let himself gravitate even farther into my mouth as I opened it to let all of him in. The fullness of him climbed down my throat, and I felt my gag reflex start to upchuck it. I forced my mind to let it pass, but it didn’t wish to listen, and my throat began to contract and push the foreign object out. I pulled back slightly, still sucking the salted sweat off of him as my head started to swim from his sweet taste. I didn’t want to ever let it go; I wanted to keep it forever in my maw. I wanted to keep the never-reducing candy with me and never share. I was one of those greedy boys that always had to sit in the corner, because they would not contribute, but I didn’t care for I was in a heavenly bliss.
My head fell back slightly as the hardened item flopped back toward Damion’s body. Air rushed into my lungs while I gazed over the erotic snake dancing in front of me. They watched every throb, every twitch, every bloody move. I lowered my head back toward the dick, my golden hair draping over the thing in front of me. I moved the strands out of the way as my lips, once more, surrounded the throbbing utensil underneath me. My tongue wrapped itself around the rod, picking up all the succulent juices it could reach when it tasted something new. It was sweet, sure, and compared to all the other residues, it was a god. No, it was the god, the big one that was set upon a golden throne while everyone was in thrall to him, and that was simply a dash of the entrée. My tongue continued to scavenge around, looking for another speck of the delicacy. Hell, I drove myself mad though I shouldn’t have bothered for the sweetness had come soon after, and I sucked his dick even harder so as to get every drop of his ejection. It didn’t last as long as I would have liked, but if I had had it my way, it would have gone on for hours so that I wouldn’t have been able to hold anymore of the seamen. My throat pulsated as it took up every particle of the liquid, and soon, my tongue flicked out as it lapped anything my suction left behind.
I ended up laying in his bed for hours as the night grew old, and I spent the happiest day of my life with my German love.