Murky Waters

my evil twin is prompting me to claim all of this as my own. but, we all know that is patently false. j.k. rowling owns the vast majority, i\'m merely picking out the bits and pieces i like the best and twisting them with my wicked fingers and even fouler brain. purely for the fun of it. no money has changed hands. now, some chocolate syrup, but not actual money

warning! raunch to ensue! don\'t go in unless you have some one handy afterward

and, as always, please read and review! i\'m living a sad life here, folks. the reviews make me so deliriously happy.

Chapter Five: Primal Lust
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Draco hooked his arm through Illiana\'s and began weaving his way toward the doors out of the Great Hall. He watched as Snape and Kendra danced their way past him, the dark man sending him a warning scowl. Draco merely smiled and kept moving forward. He was forced to stop though, when Viktor Krum suddenly stepped between them and the door. Draco glared at the other man. He ignored him and turned his attention to Illiana. \'Can we speak a moment? Privately?\' his gaze darted to the blonde standing beside her.

\'Please, Draco. A moment or two?\' she turned her violet eyes on him and smiled. He heaved a sigh, then nodded and stepped around the Durmstrang Seeker.

\' I\'ll be waiting out in the hall for you,\' his voice floated back to her as he passed out the doors. When he was fully out of ear shot, she gave Viktor her complete attention.

\' I am worried that you are making a mistake with this Malfoy,\' he said earnestly. She smiled up at him for his concern. \' Illiana, I have heard many things about....\'

\'Viktor,\' she cut him off, not wanting him to spoil her evening. She had a fairly good idea of what Viktor was going to say to her about Draco, and she wasn\'t of a mind to listen. She knew more than one might think. She had watched him as he had moved about the room. She had known where he was most of the evening. She had seen him dancing with the red headed girl, and wasn\'t aware of who she was until Fred had remarked that he\'d never thought to see Draco willingly touch his sister. From all outward appearances, it had seemed as if the two of them had been happily unaware of anyone else in the room. But Illiana had seen Draco look up in her direction more than once. He had been trying to provoke her jealousy. \'I have no intentions of getting any further involved with Draco Malfoy than some good, old fashioned, dirty sex. There is no need to worry about me at all.\'

\' I do not wish to see you hurt,\' he replied, his concern genuine. She could hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes. She gave him a gentle smile, then leaned up to kiss his cheek.

\' I shall be just fine,\' she promised him. \' I intend to keep my heart tucked firmly in my chest, where it belongs. If anyone gets hurt, it will be Malfoy. Now, I must go. I don\'t want to keep Draco waiting any longer than I already have this evening. Not to mention, I would like to spend as much time with him as possible.\'

\'You are.......protected?\' he asked before she could leave, a blush rising to his cheeks. It took her a moment to understand what he was asking. When she did, she nodded.

\' Of course. I carry a potion that I take. The wizard\'s form of birth control,\' she told him, an impish grin spreading across her face. His blush deepened, and she turned to leave. She was stopped again by the sound of her name in stereo. Turning, she found Fred and George Weasley coming at her in a rush. One of them carried her award.

She stepped away from Viktor, moving a few paces to meet the two red heads. Fred pushed the plaque into her hands. \'Didn\'t want you to leave without this,\' he told her. She took the award, then hugged them to her, one at a time. She was stalling, somehow knowing that Draco was watching her every move. She wanted to get him well worked up. She fully intended him to be impatient to have her.

\'Thank you both. I would have been most unhappy with myself, had I forgotten this,\' she replied, giving each one a kiss on the cheek as well.

\'You will come to the shop before leaving, won\'t you?\' George questioned, trying to sound normal.

\'Of course,\' she nodded. \' I will be staying in the U.K. for an extended period of time, it seems. So I shall make a point of visiting the shop. We can take some time to get to know one another better in the days to come.\' She heard the faint snort from somewhere near the door as she spoke. She couldn\'t hold back the smile at his impatience

She spent another five minutes speaking to the Weasley brothers before deciding she had properly tortured Draco enough. She parted with another set of kisses for both, then made her way to the doors. Draco managed to just glare at her for taking more than the moment or two she had asked for. She simply gave him a smile, slipping her arm around his waist. His lips twisted with ill disguised displeasure, then he turned for the stairs that would take them to the lower level and the Entrance Hall.

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After a brief stop at Illiana\'s tent to put away her award, they headed for the Quidditch pitch. Draco wanted to retrieve his broom and Quidditch equipment to take home with him. Then they would head into Hogsmeade to Apparate to his home. They were walking silently, her hand clasped in his as if he were afraid she would run off if he let go. They had almost reached the pitch when they heard a soft laugh. It appeared that someone was on the pitch.

They stepped closer, using the light provided by the moon overhead to see by. Two figures stood in the middle of the pitch, one wrapped in the other\'s arms. A flash of red let them know they had stumbeld across Kendra and Snape. Draco turned to leave, not wanting to see anything that involved Snape and sex. He didn\'t want to be scarred for life. Living with his father had been bad enough. But an unusual sound stopped him, and he had to look to be sure he was hearing things correctly.

As he stared, he thought his eyes might slip out of their sockets, they popped open so wide. In the dead of night, in the middle of the pitch, stood his former Potions Master. In the arms of a beautiful young woman. Laughing. It was not a sound one would associate with Severus Snape. \'You are incorrigible, brat. I really should take you home to that little cottage of yours and paddle your arse red. You behaved in a most heinous manner this evening.\'

\'Only because you were being prat, mo piseag,\' she returned. \'What don\'t you make good on those promises?\'

\' I do wish you would either stop calling me that, or tell me what it means,\' he sighed, ignoring her suggestion. She giggled, then went up on her toes. She placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, then laughed aloud.

\' I do not intend to stop, nor do I intend to tell you what it means. There\'s nothing you can think of to do to me that will make me tell,\' she informed him smugly. Even with the distance between them, Draco was certain that one coal black eye brow rose in answer to the challenge. The blonde was shocked to his toes when he saw the normally stoic man drag the girl against him, covering her mouth with his own. She moaned loud enough that he and Illiana could hear it from where they stood, then her arms were wrapping around him in an attempt to pull him closer.

\'You seem to be shocked speechless, Draco. Or perhaps it\'s because you miss her?\' Illiana whispered the question to the man next to her. His head snapped around so he could stare at her. He seemed to be stunned to silence by it. His reaction served to reaffirm that there was some sort of history between Draco and the pregnant girl.

\'Why? Does the idea of me being with her make you jealous? Even if I wanted her, I\'d never get her away from Snape. He\'s a rather possessive bastard. And I would not like to be the one on the receiving end of one of his hexes. He\'s got a rather extensive collection of them, from what I hear,\' Draco sneered his words to try and cover his momentary surprise. \'She seems to only have eyes for him, at any rate.\'

\'Yes, it seems you are correct there. She did only ask you to dance to right properly piss him off,\' Illiana admitted with a sigh.

\' If you must know, I\'m speechless because I never thought I\'d see the day where Snape would have a willing partner. Nor had I ever imagined him kissing someone. It seems to be upsetting my stomach,\' he told her reluctantly, hiding the prick of pride her words had done to his ego. He really couldn\'t understand what the silly girl saw in the old git. Especially after her night sandwiched between he and his father.

\' I don\'t think she sees it that way,\' she nodded her silvery head in direction of the kissing couple.

\'Well?\' Snape asked when the two parted. Draco was having a hard time avoiding bringing up his dinner at the sight. It was something he had never thought he would see. Now that he had, he wished he\'d never been allowed to see it. There were just some things that one should not have to be burdened with. The sight of his former teacher, a brooding man with no joy, practically having sex with anyone was the first on his list. Right next to the night he\'d stumbled in on his mother and her favorite vibrator.

It took Kendra a moment or two to answer him. When she managed a reply, her voice was breathy. \'Good try, but no luck. I think that, perhaps with some more of your very intensive questioning, I might finally be persuaded to tell,\' the mischief was plain to hear in her words as she spoke.

\'Brat!\' he hissed at her again. She laughed out loud and turned away from him, only to stop dead in her tracks at the sight of the two pale heads down the pitch. They saw the dark head of Severus Snape turn to see what had arrested her attention. Draco could well imagine the scowl that was now on the Professor\'s face at being caught necking. \'You may as well come out of hiding, Mr. Malfoy. It appears you have been caught. There\'s no hiding that blonde head in the moonlight, you know. Nor yours, Baronesse.\'

\'My goodness, Professor. Caught on school grounds, engaging in illicit activities. What ever would the Headmaster have to say about this?\' Draco sneered as he and Illiana drew closer to the couple. Snape\'s face remained impassive. Kendra\'s face, however, tautened with her anger. Her arm went under her robes and returned in a moment with her wand. It was pointed directly at Draco\'s face.

\'Piss off, Malfoy. Or I\'ll hex you,\' she warned him in a low voice. Snape\'s hand came up to cover hers, pushing the wand down until it was pointed at the ground. His head moved next to hers, his lips moving in whispers against her ear. She sighed, then put the wand away and crossed her arms. They rested under her breasts, but over her stomach, pulling the fabric of her robes taught over the swell located there. She did not look happy. Snape\'s gaze returned to Malfoy. \'Couldn\'t I at least give him spots?\' she asked softly.

\'No,\' Snape replied, his voice stern. His lips twitched in amusement, a faint noise coming from the back of his throat. It sounded very much like a chortle. \'I doubt very much that Miss von Haifisch deserves to be party to such a sight. As for you, Malfoy, I happen to be a teacher on this campus, and what I chose to do is nothing of your concern. Seeing as there are no students about, there would be no reason to monitor my actions.\'

\'Always an excuse, eh, Snape?\' Draco snarled. He was still smarting from the remark Snape had made earlier about his \'meeting of the minds in the dungeons\' with Illiana. The tall man gave him a grim look that one could only call an evil smile. He looked to Illiana. \'Let\'s gather my possessions and leave. I find the company here lacking in manners and class.\'

\'Alright,\' she agreed, wondering why the two men were being so surly with each other. Draco turned to go, his arm guiding her along with him. She stopped, pulling him to a halt along side of her. She looked over her shoulder at the two behind them. \'Oh, Professor. That question you asked earlier?\'

\'Yes?\' he querried, watching the two of them.

\'My answer is yes,\' she smiled and started forward. Draco was dragged along side of her. She thought it too funny that she could hear the same question from both Draco and Kendra, asked almost in unison.

\'The answer to what question?\' both voices demanded.

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Draco changed his mind, deciding he would rather floo straight to his home above the shop and get busy with the pleasures he felt he was due. Snape had put him in a mood, and he needed to relieve some stress in the worst possible way. He and Illiana wandered into Hogsmeade and found The Three Broomsticks still open. They wandered in, noting that there were a few patrons still sitting at the tables or bar this time of night. Madam Rosemerta\'s eyes locked onto them as they stepped in.

\'Mr. Malfoy, Baronesse von Haifisch,\' she said in acknowledgement. \'May I get either of you anything from the bar before we close?\'

\'No, thank you. I would appreciate it, though, if you could put these on the Hogwart\'s Express for me,\' Draco said, indicating his Quidditch supplies. Rosemerta nodded, leaving her postion behind the bar to levitate his belongings and move them out of the way until the next depature of the train. Draco strolled to the fireplace in the corner, Illiana behind him.

\' I still don\'t understand why we don\'t just Apparate back to your place,\' she tried one last time to change his mind. She had not used the floo network too much, and found herself uncomfortable with the feeling. It disoriented her. A situation she hated to be in. He smirked at her, his hand curling over a handful of powder.

\' I prefer to floo this evening,\' he replied in a reasonable tone. A tone that told her he was doing this to be spiteful. They had already discussed flooing once this eveing, and it had set his mind on this course. \'Surely you\'re not afraid to floo, are you?\' at this, he raised a golden eye brow in question.

\' I most certainly am not!\' she retorted hotly. \'I wouldn\'t wish to ruin my gown, though.\'

\' It\'s not as if it\'s going to matter. I\'m not inclined to let you stay in it, once we reach my flat,\' he commented lazily. His silvery gaze raked her body, up and down it\'s entire length. The look sent a hot flash of desire coursing through her veins. She ignored it so she could keep her mind on the subject at hand.

\'Well, it would bloody well matter to me! This gown was a gift from someone very special to me. I do not wish to see it ruined beyond repair!\' she spat at him. Draco stared at her for a few moments, wondering just who this special person was.

\'Obviously, you don\'t floo much,\' he said with a chuckle. \'Your gowns might get a little soiled, but it\'s nothing that a good cleansing charm can\'t take care of. Honestly, it\'ll be quite alright.\' he made his tone as coaxing as he could manage. She stared at him for a few moments, her disbelief plain on her face. He shrugged and stepped into the hearth.

\'Wait!\' she called out and moved up next to the hearth. He eyed her with faint curiosity, as if what she had to say was not all that important. \'If this is how you chose to travel, then at least be a gentleman and allow me to go first.\'

\'By all means,\' Draco nodded and stepped out. Illiana took up a handful of powder and hoped that her accent was not so strong that she would end up in a floo on the outskirts of the Dracona Major instead of Draco Malfoy\'s flat. She stepped into the hearth, giving him a wary look, then called out her destination while tossing the powder into the air.

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Illiana was still a touch confused by the swirling sensations that had assaulted her as she swirled through the floo network. She was hoping she had come to the right house, unsure as to whether her words had been clear. In a moment, though, that worry was put to rest when Draco Malfoy stepped out of the hearth, brushing the remains of floo powder from his shoulders. It made her conscious of her own robes, and she set about dusting them off. She decided she was fortunate and didn\'t need a cleansing charm for them. He smiled at her and moved toward a bar along one wall. \' Care for a drink?\' he asked her.

\'Maybe a small one. I\'m not terribly thirsty at present,\' she told him, studying the living area of his flat. The furniture was tasteful, done in black leather. There were several pale green pillows tossed onto the couch and it\'s matching chairs. The carpeting was a silvery white color. It struck her he had decorated in Slytherin colors. Somehow, she was not surprised by it. She went to where he stood and took the tumbler from his hand.

He was smiling at her in a very predatory way, watching her as if waiting for something. It put her on the alert immediately. She allowed her gaze to skim him and his flat again, and it struck her that something was not right. Sipping her drink, she let her mind concentrate on her surroundings, ignoring what her eyes were telling her. A very faint feeling tried shivering it\'s way up her back. Studying it, she realized the little godlet had his flat bespelled. \'Tsk, tsk, Draco. Primal Lust? Are you so insecure with your own capabilities that you think I would need to be under the influence of that silly little spell? Especially after what we shared earlier this evening?\'

Draco\'s eyes nearly popped from his head with her words. No one but his father, and Kendra, knew about the Primal Lust spell. How she had figured it out was beyond him. She laughed, a full throated sound that seemed to come all the way from her belly. And it was mocking. She seemed to find the situation amusing. He watched as she withdrew her wand, waving it about her in intrictate patterns. \'Surely you realize that something this simple is no match for me? I did, after all, go to Durmstrang. We learned the Dark Arts. Not merely defense against them. This is a Dark Arts spell, in one form or another

\'What did you just do?\' he asked, his eyes narrowing on her. She smiled at him, then pocketed her wand.

\' No need to get all worried, silly boy. I merely disarmed the spell for the duration of my stay. You shall have to prove yourself to me. Show me you can manage to satisfy me on your own merit.\' He just glared at her, the disbelief still plain to read in his eyes. She laughed again, this time more a hefty chuckle, and went on. \'That spell is the most basic form of Primal Lust I\'ve ever seen. Any first year can cast that before the end of the first month of school. By the second year, one can detect it easily.\'

\'You...... you....\' he sputtered, clearly at a loss for words. Apparently, he had never had a person detect the spell on his home. He had just suffered a very rude awakening. She took her drink with her and sat on the long leather couch. Draco knew he had just lost control of the situation, and he was not going to accept that.

\'Come sit, Draco. We can talk. Or we can remain silent,\' she looked up at him through eyelashes that were dark, despite the pale color of her hair. The look smouldered with suggestion. He downed the remainder of his whiskey and moved to sit next to her after setting his own tumbler down with a resounding thud. She watched him walk toward her, his gait long and prowling. He was still hunting, despite her meddling in his preset plans. She smiled. Good, it would make for a far more interesting evening.

\'And what would you care to talk about?\' he asked, his voice going silky and smooth.

\'You\'re dead sexy, you know,\' she lifted a hand to his blonde locks, promplty disheveling them. He frowned at her, but she ignored it. When his hand reached up to smooth his hair back into place, she stopped him. \'Leave it. It looks better askew. And I intend for it to be mussed really well while I\'m here.\'

In answer, his eye brow went up into his now tumbled bangs. She smiled at him, then the imp took over and she heaved a sigh. \'Of course, after the problems you were having earlier, I do have to wonder if you will have the stomach for this.\'

\'Excuse me? What the bloody hell are you talking about?\' he drew back. This was not going as he\'d like. They should be naked and sweaty by now. It appeared the gods, which ever ones were listening, were not going to let him off easy this time.

\'This evening, when we discovered Kendra and Professor Snape on the Quidditch Pitch. It appears to have affected you in a most horrible manner. If you\'ve no stomach for that, how can I be sure you\'ll not fall ill while trying to properly pleasure me?\' she asked, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

\' You.......\' he choked on air, then stood and stepped away from her. She smiled at his back, glad to see that his arrogant manner would not allow him to see that she was goading him to do something spectacular. \' I believe I already informed you that what happened earlier had everything to do with that sodding bastard Snape! I think I am perfectly capable of managing the task you seem so concerned over.\'

She stood, taking the now empty glass over to the bar. \'You do? Are you feeling better then?\' she blinked at him, looking for all the world as if she were having a hard time believing him.

\'Feel this and tell me if you think I\'m feeling better!\' he snarled, marching over to her with a speed that made him look like a giant cat, stalking his prey. Before she knew what he was about, he had her hand in his, pressed tightly to the hardened length of his erection. His fully hardened erection. He wanted her. It appeared he wanted her at that very moment. She looked up at him, a smile playing about her lips. It promptly slipped away though, when she saw the undisguised hunger burning in his arctic eyes.

\'I....\' her voice trailed off a fraction of a second before his mouth took hers in a bruising kiss that had her toes curling. His hand curled over her shoulders, dragging her body against the full length of his. The contact sent desire spiralling through out her body. She forgot about her games for the moment, concentrating on the feel of his lips sliding across hers in a masterful way. The movement was doing wonders at unbalancing her.

She groaned against his mouth, hers opening to release the sound. He took advantage and slid his tongue between them. He sent the small muscle plunging into the moist recess she offered him, imitating the act they had earlier engaged in. That they would soon be engaging in. She didn\'t think she could hold him back any longer. She wasn\'t sure if she wanted to.

His hands moved from her shoulders, working their way down over her chest. They stopped for a few moments to briefly tease her breasts. They were aching with need when his hands drifted lower. They skimmed her hips, following her body\'s curves around back, where they curled over her ass cheeks. He drove their hips together, locking them against one another so she felt his cock as it ground against her.

\'Robes. Off with them now!\' he whispered by her ear, his lips now traveling across her flesh erratically. She thought for a moment that he was ordering her to undress, until she felt the palms of his hands skimming her bared bottom. He\'d charmed her clothes away. But left his on. She muttered a curse that had him chuckling. His head lowered to her breasts, taking one nipple into the hot interior.

She groaned again when his teeth grated over the distended peak. He sucked, bit, and pulled on the nipple until she quaked in his arms. Then he repeated the torture to the other nipple. When he finally lifted his head, her eyes were glazed with need. One of the hands still pressed against her ass found it\'s way between her thighs, the tips pressing between the swollen folds he found there.

Her pussy was wet for him. He grinned at her, then stepped back to remove his own garments. He took his time, carefully folding each piece as he removed it. The folded bits of clothes were placed on a chair near by. Her eyes followed his every move, hungrily awaiting the moment when he was fully naked before her. He took his time, making his undressing last a full five minutes before he stood unclothed before her.

She made some sound as she looked him over. His cock was purple, standing at full attention and ready for use. The head glistened with a drop or two of pre cum, making her mouth water to clean it away. She stepped toward him, ready to allow him to lead her to his bed room. His hands curled about her arms, pulling her against him for another kiss. She moaned, her hands trying to slip between them to fondle his cock.

Her fingers had just curled about the head when he released her, his hands turning her so her back was pressed against his chest. His cock was now nestled between her ass cheeks. She wiggled her hips, sliding the length of him along the seam. He growled and pushed her gently forward until her thighs touched the back of his leather couch. A hand on her back bent her over it. Before she had the opportunity to voice anything, he was shoving himself into her.

Illiana cried out as he filled her. His cock went deep with his first thrust. He went still as soon as his shaft was fully embedded in her pussy. Her hips moved, attempting to encourage his own to follow suit, but he remained still. His hands found her hips, wrapped themselves about her to steady himself with. Her hands flattened themselves on the seat before her while she waited for him to begin stroking into her.

He moved slowly at first, inching back and forth while her muscles clenched at him. Gradually, his strokes lengthened. They were still slow, but went deep. She couldn\'t contain the moan that rose up her throat. He was taking his time, his tempo uneven and unpredictable. She tried rocking her hips back, but his fingers bit into her flesh and prevented her movements. She found herself at his mercy.

\'Draco, please,\' she whispered.

\'Please what?\' he chuckled at her, leaning over her back.

\'Please me!\' she demanded, trying unsuccessfully yet again to wiggle her hips against him.

\'As my lady commands,\' he whispered in her ear. Then his hips drew back, thrusting himself forward into her welcoming flesh. She cried out once more, feeling the length of him slide fully into her body. He allowed his lips to find her neck, pressing soft kisses into the flesh there before his teeth clamped down and bit. It wasn\'t too hard, nor too soft. But they both knew it would leave a bruise.

His hips rolled back, pausing for a moment when his head was on the verge of leaving her pussy completely. Then he shoved forward, slamming his cock into her with force. She moaned loudly her hips managing to rock back into his. His hands left her hips, moved to find her breasts. His fingers scissored over her nipples, pinching them between the long, pale digits. Her back arched, pushing her hips back further into his.

Both were already breathing hard, even though they had barely just started. His hips pushed into hers with each thrust, his cock going deep. Her body clutched at his, trying to hold him within her. He brought a groan of frustration to her lips when he pulled from her, letting go of her completely. She stood up, turning to look at him, putting the couch to her right. She was ready to flay his hide with her tongue when he advanced. She stepped back, not certain what his intent was.The look in his eyes was unreadable.

After several steps, her back hit the wall and she watched as that predator\'s grin returned in full force. His hands found her thighs, his body pressing hers into the wall behind her. He wrapped her legs around his waist, then reached between them so he could press back into her. Her arms went over his shoulders as he thrust himself up into her. His palms slapped against the wall behind her, on either side of her head, using the solid surface as his anchor.

His mouth took her throat again, while his hips churned against hers, driving his cock into her with near brute force. She felt his teeth latch onto her flesh again. Her hands slipped up into his messy hair, her fingers twining in the blonde strands. She held his head against her neck. Her own pelvis rocked of it\'s own accord, meeting his with each thrust he made. She panted in his ear, the sound seeming to make him wilder. His tempo sped up.

Draco could feel her nipples stabbing him in the chest. They were hardened to what he had to imagine was a painful point. Her fingernails were now digging into his scalp. He took it as a sign that she was enjoying herself. He dragged his mouth from the curve of her throat, to cover her own lips. She opened them wide for him, allowing his tongue to slither into her mouth. It matched it\'s thrusting motion to those of his hips. She moaned at the feel of it, sending the vibrations coursing along his body.

He groaned loudly into her mouth, returning the vibrations, when he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock hard. The muscles loosened as he pulled out, then tightened again as he thrust back in. Her tongue stabbed at his as it probed the inner recesses. They fought for control, her tongue wrestling his for dominance. His hips quickened even more, his strokes still plunging deep. She could feel that he was readying for his release. She only hoped he could hold it off for a while longer.

Draco took his mouth from hers, lips sliding up along her cheek. She felt his tongue trace her ear, his mouth taking her ear lobe into it. She shuddered, her pussy clutching at him tightly with the sensations he was drawing to the surface. \'Harder,\' she ordered, her voice nothing more than a whisper near his ear.

\'Anything,\' he returned, releasing her ear. His hands left the wall, went down to cup her bottom and hold her up. He turned her from the wall, moving across the floor until he stood near one of his leather chairs. She eyed him for a moment, then he was settling them into it. He sat, bringing her legs out from behind his back and draping them over the arms. He leaned back, and the chair reclined.

She grinned down at him, then began shifting her hips. His hands reached up, cupped and fondled her breasts as she shifted his cock in and out of her. Then he allowed his hips to rise up to meet hers. His hands left her breasts, moving once again to her hips. His fingers curled into her flesh, and he began to thrust. As hard as he could manage in his current position. Her head rolled back on her shoulders as she rode him.

\'Make me come,\' she ordered him, gasping for breath as she did so. He didn\'t reply, but a hand left her hips to slip between her thighs. She moaned in delight as his fingers brushed gently over her clit. Then his thumb took up residence, pressing hard against the tiny nub of flesh. She moaned again, her hips rocking wildly in response to his questing digits. She squeezed her pussy around his cock, bringing a groan from his lips.

Draco felt his cock swell, knew that Illiana felt it, too, by the way she moaned. Her walls gripped him tightly for a moment as he slid all the way in, then let go so he could stroke out. His balls were drawing up, telling him he was going to come. His thumb stabbed down hard on her clit, and she practically screamed. He smirked, shoving himself deep.

His hips rolled up one last time for a penetrating thrust, burying his cock completely. He groaned raggedly as he felt himself burst, sending hot jets of seed pulsing into her twitching pussy. She was clamped about him, her back arched and her face wearing a look of pure bliss. His thumb was still rubbing over her clit, prolonging the orgasm as it rolled from one end of her body to the other. Her body spasmed, shivering as he completed his last few thrusts.

Illiana looked down at Draco. His hair was wet with his sweat, his skin shimmering with a thin layer of it. She imagined she hadn\'t fared much better. She refrained from moving, sitting astride him as he lay back in the chair. Both of them were panting, still euphoric from such a heady release. She smiled at him, then slowly slid from his lap. Her legs were wobbly, telling her it was well worth her time. He watched her idly as she moved to the spot where her gown and robes lay, neatly folded by the spell he had used to remove them and placed upon the end table.

Retrieving her wand, she cast the charm that would clear away all traces of their activity. Then she was slipping into her clothes. Draco\'s eye brow shot up as she slipped into the purple gown she\'d fussed over. When she worked the silver panties on, he practically leapt from the chair and strode toward her. \'What are you doing?\' he demanded, his voice low and full of anger.

\' I\'m readying myself to leave,\' she replied. \'What does it look like I\'m doing? Gods, you must have rattled your brain. Or perhaps it\'s the loss of blood that has depleted your IQ. I believe we have finished, haven\'t we?\'

\'No, we have not finished. Not by a long shot,\' he snarled, his hand closing over her arm. She looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. \' I distinctly recall you telling Wood that I had won you. For as long as I could manage. I have barely gotten started. I will have my way with you. In whatever position I chose to have you.\'

\' Is that a promise?\' she queried, an eye brow lifting. She had a smirk on her face, one that matched his own perfectly.

\'Promise. Threat. Take it however you chose,\' he smiled. Before she could react, he had scooped her up into his arms. His long legs strode toward an open door she\'d not noticed before. \'Come along now. It\'s time for bed........\'

end chapter five.
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thanks always to madam shark. my muse and my biggest fan. she nitpicks so well. and to those of you giving this a chance and reading it.

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