Different Sides of the War
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Viktor
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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5,837
Reviews:
8
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Currently Reading:
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Rapture
**A/n: OK people, this is one of the chapters that this fic is rated so high for so if you're to young to read... Well, I don't want to hear about it because you've been warned. In case you have not figured it out this chapter is one big ol' LEMON! Feed back is always loved and most welcome so you should click that cute little review button and leave one for me!
Lots of Love,
Kurai**
Chapter Seven: Rapture
The room held a large four poster bed with blue and silver covers, they were the colors of Viktors house in school. Viktor took her hand and led her towards the bed he sat down and positioned her in front of him between his wide spread legs.
Slowly he stripped her of her cloths, kissing every inch he uncovered. It had been so long since he had touched her, so long since he last had the chance to look upon her now he wanted to cherish the feel of her skin, the smell of her musk, the toned muscles she gained from her fights. He wanted to explore her body and pay homage to the scars that the war had marred her body with. He wanted this memory to last him until he could once more be in her arms.
He could still remember her sensitive spots and the taste of her body, the feel of her against him. He longed to hold and keep her forever to lock her away in his ancestral home just to be sure she was safe.
Her skin was smooth as he glided his hands over her flesh only the slight raised skin of the scars stood out and even those were smooth to touch.
Hermione's head was tossed back. Her curly hair a flowing river that fell down her back and swayed when she jumped or shiver at his touch. She soon found herself on her back lain across the bed.
Viktors shirt soon found its way to the floor follow shortly by his trousers, his boxers however remained on. He laid on his stomach and parted her thighs to get to her core.
The scent of her silky folds drove him wild. He loved the smell and taste of her. No one before her ever compared. He dove his face right in when he got comfortable. She could only vaguely hear his slurping and small grunts as she thrashed her head side to side and groaned out.
Neither Harry or Ron did this often and when they did they never put so much effort into the act it felt like it was almost a chore for them to do, Viktor; however, seemed to go at it like it was his favorite dessert and he would not be getting any ever again.
His tongue found its way to her opening and his nose, bless his nose, rubbed against her abandoned clit. His warm appendage thrust in and out of her rather fast as his face rocked giving her the friction she needed against her nub.
His fingers on one hand held her open while the fingers on the other were splayed across her pelvic area holding her down so that he could enjoy his treat.
It was so good tasting he could spend forever between her thighs and be content. The way her legs shook when she got close and the texture and taste of her juice were maddeningly delicious.
She was tangy, spicy, sweet, and salty all at once. He could not describe it any other way than scrumptious.
Soon he found himself having a hard time holding her down. Her legs began to quake, her moans grew in intensity, and her hips bucked stronger as her back arched. The rush of liquid splashed upon him tongue. Viktor held her down as best he could and consumed every drop of her fluid.
He continued to caress her core with his oral ministrations until she calmed. When he sat up to lose his boxers she saw that his nose, mouth, chin, and upper chest glistened with her cum. Sitting forward a bit she started with his chest and licked up the traces of herself that she found.
His neck was still as sensitive as she remembered it being as she licked it clean and moved along her jaw line. The rough stubble of the forming beard did not deter her from her search for more of the liquid that she was drinking down.
Finally reaching his chin Viktor buried his hand into her hair and claimed her mouth. The taste of him and her own juice flowed between them and made Hermione groan in ecstasy. She would never get enough of it.
His cock was raging hard and ready to go, he lifted her legs to his shoulders and slid into her sheath when he finally broke from her mouth.
“Ahh,” he sighed, it had been two years since he had been inside her. Two years since he even had a woman. She was his last and she would remain so.
He pushed until the mushroom head met her cervix. He still had an inch left before he was fully seated in her.
Her moans rose up to match his own as he pushed and pulled in and out of her willing body. Her nails scratched the outside of his arms as she arched her back trying to get him the whole way in. She knew that he was not the whole way in. She wasn't able to do it the last time they were together either. He was so big. Much bigger than Ron or Harry. His size was amazing at 8 inched long and 2 inched wide. The first time he had taken her, the night she lost her virginity to him. He spent hours stretching her so that she would feel as little pain as possible.
His hips pushed and pulled moving back and forth meeting her own as she moan and groaned out, asking for more. His still glistening mouth latched on to one of her bouncing breasts. She released a low moan and gripped onto his shoulders tighter.
He was not thrusting very fast but, he was going at a pace that would set them both off at the same time. She remembered him saying that he would always cum with her no matter if he was ready of not. He had said that the sound, feel, and look on her face would always set off his own orgasm. At the time she had blush and told him that cumming at the same time pleased her.
All though missionary was the only position that they had ever tried, because the last time they had been together Hermione was still fairly innocent in the ways of sex, she had been learning over the last two years and knew a few new things that she wanted to try with Viktor.
She slightly rocked her hips side to side and with one great swing she reversed their positions. She smirked down at the surprised look on his face. “I want to drive for a bit, my love.” She whispered into his ear before lifting herself and dropping back down.
Viktor groaned in his passion his voice became thick with his Bulgarian accent, the one that still made her shiver, “Fuucckk.” His head fell back against the bed and his back arched a bit. Her walls parted with the added pressure of her weight to allow that last inch access to her moist depths.
Her hips rose and fell, rocked back and forth, and swiveled side to side, pulling from him all manors of sounds. “So tight.” he rasped over and over while playing with her nipples. Soon he started to thrust up into her with quick sharp thrusts his hands firmly placed on her hips pulling her down against him harder.
As she thrust down she could hear the squishing of her juice splashing against his hips. The momentum pulling more of it out causing to trickle down his member and over his balls and onto his thighs.
Viktor could not remember a time when she had been so wet. He hoped that from now on she would always show this enthusiasm in the bedroom. The fact that she was riding him turned him on as much as her moans of enjoyment.
Hermione trailed one of her hands from his chest were they were laid and to her core where she rubbed her clit in time with her hip movements, she threw her head back with a loud scream she came all over his pelvis as he moaned and bucked crying out his own release in his deep throaty voice.
Hemione could still feel shocks of her own orgasm still coursing through her as she removed her hand from her core.
Viktor groaned, grabbing her before she could run off. She stayed there for a moment before retreating to the bathroom to clean up. She knew that Viktor wanted children but now was not a very good time for her to gift him with them.
She crawled back into bed and curled back up to him an his warmth for the night. As she laid their on his chest. He cradled her naked form to his own, “Woman you shall be the death of me.”
She chuckled a bit, “Aye, but what a way to go?” she asked before she closed her eyes and drifted off soon to be followed by Viktor.
Lots of Love,
Kurai**
Chapter Seven: Rapture
The room held a large four poster bed with blue and silver covers, they were the colors of Viktors house in school. Viktor took her hand and led her towards the bed he sat down and positioned her in front of him between his wide spread legs.
Slowly he stripped her of her cloths, kissing every inch he uncovered. It had been so long since he had touched her, so long since he last had the chance to look upon her now he wanted to cherish the feel of her skin, the smell of her musk, the toned muscles she gained from her fights. He wanted to explore her body and pay homage to the scars that the war had marred her body with. He wanted this memory to last him until he could once more be in her arms.
He could still remember her sensitive spots and the taste of her body, the feel of her against him. He longed to hold and keep her forever to lock her away in his ancestral home just to be sure she was safe.
Her skin was smooth as he glided his hands over her flesh only the slight raised skin of the scars stood out and even those were smooth to touch.
Hermione's head was tossed back. Her curly hair a flowing river that fell down her back and swayed when she jumped or shiver at his touch. She soon found herself on her back lain across the bed.
Viktors shirt soon found its way to the floor follow shortly by his trousers, his boxers however remained on. He laid on his stomach and parted her thighs to get to her core.
The scent of her silky folds drove him wild. He loved the smell and taste of her. No one before her ever compared. He dove his face right in when he got comfortable. She could only vaguely hear his slurping and small grunts as she thrashed her head side to side and groaned out.
Neither Harry or Ron did this often and when they did they never put so much effort into the act it felt like it was almost a chore for them to do, Viktor; however, seemed to go at it like it was his favorite dessert and he would not be getting any ever again.
His tongue found its way to her opening and his nose, bless his nose, rubbed against her abandoned clit. His warm appendage thrust in and out of her rather fast as his face rocked giving her the friction she needed against her nub.
His fingers on one hand held her open while the fingers on the other were splayed across her pelvic area holding her down so that he could enjoy his treat.
It was so good tasting he could spend forever between her thighs and be content. The way her legs shook when she got close and the texture and taste of her juice were maddeningly delicious.
She was tangy, spicy, sweet, and salty all at once. He could not describe it any other way than scrumptious.
Soon he found himself having a hard time holding her down. Her legs began to quake, her moans grew in intensity, and her hips bucked stronger as her back arched. The rush of liquid splashed upon him tongue. Viktor held her down as best he could and consumed every drop of her fluid.
He continued to caress her core with his oral ministrations until she calmed. When he sat up to lose his boxers she saw that his nose, mouth, chin, and upper chest glistened with her cum. Sitting forward a bit she started with his chest and licked up the traces of herself that she found.
His neck was still as sensitive as she remembered it being as she licked it clean and moved along her jaw line. The rough stubble of the forming beard did not deter her from her search for more of the liquid that she was drinking down.
Finally reaching his chin Viktor buried his hand into her hair and claimed her mouth. The taste of him and her own juice flowed between them and made Hermione groan in ecstasy. She would never get enough of it.
His cock was raging hard and ready to go, he lifted her legs to his shoulders and slid into her sheath when he finally broke from her mouth.
“Ahh,” he sighed, it had been two years since he had been inside her. Two years since he even had a woman. She was his last and she would remain so.
He pushed until the mushroom head met her cervix. He still had an inch left before he was fully seated in her.
Her moans rose up to match his own as he pushed and pulled in and out of her willing body. Her nails scratched the outside of his arms as she arched her back trying to get him the whole way in. She knew that he was not the whole way in. She wasn't able to do it the last time they were together either. He was so big. Much bigger than Ron or Harry. His size was amazing at 8 inched long and 2 inched wide. The first time he had taken her, the night she lost her virginity to him. He spent hours stretching her so that she would feel as little pain as possible.
His hips pushed and pulled moving back and forth meeting her own as she moan and groaned out, asking for more. His still glistening mouth latched on to one of her bouncing breasts. She released a low moan and gripped onto his shoulders tighter.
He was not thrusting very fast but, he was going at a pace that would set them both off at the same time. She remembered him saying that he would always cum with her no matter if he was ready of not. He had said that the sound, feel, and look on her face would always set off his own orgasm. At the time she had blush and told him that cumming at the same time pleased her.
All though missionary was the only position that they had ever tried, because the last time they had been together Hermione was still fairly innocent in the ways of sex, she had been learning over the last two years and knew a few new things that she wanted to try with Viktor.
She slightly rocked her hips side to side and with one great swing she reversed their positions. She smirked down at the surprised look on his face. “I want to drive for a bit, my love.” She whispered into his ear before lifting herself and dropping back down.
Viktor groaned in his passion his voice became thick with his Bulgarian accent, the one that still made her shiver, “Fuucckk.” His head fell back against the bed and his back arched a bit. Her walls parted with the added pressure of her weight to allow that last inch access to her moist depths.
Her hips rose and fell, rocked back and forth, and swiveled side to side, pulling from him all manors of sounds. “So tight.” he rasped over and over while playing with her nipples. Soon he started to thrust up into her with quick sharp thrusts his hands firmly placed on her hips pulling her down against him harder.
As she thrust down she could hear the squishing of her juice splashing against his hips. The momentum pulling more of it out causing to trickle down his member and over his balls and onto his thighs.
Viktor could not remember a time when she had been so wet. He hoped that from now on she would always show this enthusiasm in the bedroom. The fact that she was riding him turned him on as much as her moans of enjoyment.
Hermione trailed one of her hands from his chest were they were laid and to her core where she rubbed her clit in time with her hip movements, she threw her head back with a loud scream she came all over his pelvis as he moaned and bucked crying out his own release in his deep throaty voice.
Hemione could still feel shocks of her own orgasm still coursing through her as she removed her hand from her core.
Viktor groaned, grabbing her before she could run off. She stayed there for a moment before retreating to the bathroom to clean up. She knew that Viktor wanted children but now was not a very good time for her to gift him with them.
She crawled back into bed and curled back up to him an his warmth for the night. As she laid their on his chest. He cradled her naked form to his own, “Woman you shall be the death of me.”
She chuckled a bit, “Aye, but what a way to go?” she asked before she closed her eyes and drifted off soon to be followed by Viktor.