Dance Magic Dance

The ground shook beneath his feet as the unlikely pair scrambled deeper into the labyrinth. Ron’s toned quidditch legs lent him strength and stamina as he followed Aisha. The lesser Fae had sprouted her wings and flew ahead of him. Her black hair billowing behind her as her wings kicked up ancient dust. “It has to be here somewhere!” Aisha screamed over the sound of the cleaner and the loud tattoo of his own racing heart. Ron had no time to even think about her exposed bits with the killer ball behind him. The scraping of the spikes against the stone walls set his teeth on edge. After the encounter with Malfoy, Ron wasn't even sure why he was following the fairy at all. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as tiny bits of debris pelted against his back from the force of the cleaner. His lungs burned and sweat dampened his fiery red hair. Ron could swear he felt the barbs of the ball against the back of his neck, ready to spear him. He misstepped and lost his footing. However, before he hit the ground and became mincemeat, a tiny had grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him into a wall. The ginger watched shakily as the giant ball contentedly rumbled on. Aisha chest was heaving. From the running and from pulling the bulk of the man behind her into the crevice she found. Her wings folded neatly behind her back she felt the rock wall scraping against then as her Labrinth partner moved. Aisha rolled her eyes and gave his back a light shove out of the hold in the wall. She clapped a hand over her mouth as the clumsy ginger went ass over tea kettle after tripping over his own feet. He ungraciously spilled out into the soft green grass. He glared at the fairy. “Think that's funny do ya?” He grabbed her ankle and tugged; down she went too, her tiny frame falling on top of his bulkier one. It was the Devil's moment then. When she pushed herself to get off the chuckling man his eyes met hers. Her sweaty palm slipped in the grass and she lurched forward, in the same movement he moved to steady her. The wizard and the fairy’s lips met. First it seemed innocent, after all it was just a mistake. When she pushed her ample chest against his sturdy one he lost it. He sunk a hand into her thick black hair and deeper the kiss. She could feel his arousal through his trousers. She ground her pussy against his cock where she half sat half lay upon him. Lust clouded his vision and thoughts as he broke the kiss rolling her underneath him, trapping her between his arms. Aisha gazed back at him and licked her lips arching her chest towards him. Wantonly, he easily slid her makeshift dress down her shoulders and kissed his way down them to meet the swell of her breasts. He nipped and sucked the plump flesh. Something Hermione would never let him do. No stranger to sex Ron expertly flicked the tip of his tongue against her pebble hard nipple. She whined in approval. Her hands were in his hair now, coaxing him forward. His hands were either on her other breast or on the ground supporting him. Ron switched his mouth to suck on her other nipple and used his free hand to travel down the expanse of her flat, now bare stomach he lowered himself to reach the apex of her thighs. She tilted her hips, encouraging him. He traced a finger over her glistening fold and lightly dipped it into her wet core. She audibly gasped. She grabbed the buckle of his belt and make quick work of it, then began to push down his pants. Ron took the hint. As soon as his pants were gone, he needed no more motivation from her as he plunged balls deep into her waiting cunt. She keened shrilly as he pistoned his length in and out of her. Every movement sending shocks of pleasure down her spine. She bucked back, matching his thrusts with her own. Her tight pussy gripped him like a vice. It felt so good his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. He settled for a low moan. His pace quickened as he sought his release. His mouth finding one of her hard nipple again. Her body shuddering in release was all he needed to find his own. He pulled out by reflex and spurted hot sticky cum all over her stomach. Guilt hadn't had time to set in yet. He flopped over to her side spent. “Now that wasn't so hard was it?” A sideways glance showed Aisha scooping up him cum with her fingers and licking them clean. He let his head thunk back into the grass. What had he done?