Sex

(I give no introduction to this - it\'s merely a little thing I wrote a long time ago that I thought I would dust off for aff.net and Occlumency. I hope it pleases.)

Sex

Fingers go trailing delicately down my body.
I lie in wait, naked, my flesh all goose bumps with the chill of the room and anticipation.
I am in your classroom, in your dungeon room, lying on one of the workbenches your students use every day. It is evening and no one is likely to come downstairs, but one never knows. You have not locked the door - I notice this, wondering if you want to be caught. The top of the table is smooth and dry against my skin. I lie with one leg up and one down, awkward, unsure as to how you would like me to be for you. But I am naked and I know that is what you want, as you were the one to place me in this position. My hair fans out slightly behind me on the hard desk and I close my eyes, feeling the delicious sensation of your fingers, your delicately long fingers, trailing down my breasts and across my stomach to rest on my pubis. One finger slides between my lips and just grazes my clit, leaving me almost breathless with pleasure. I can feel the moisture increase inside of me with anticipation. You are wearing only your robes now and they hang open to reveal your body. It is a beautiful body to me - thin and moon pale, austere, a dusting of black hair across your chest, leading down to your pubic thatch, which is as dark as all of the rest of your hair. Your shoulder length black hair falls into your face and you brush it back impatiently, making me wonder why you wear your hair like that when it obviously irritates you. Your thighs are strong under your robes and from between stands your erection, longer and thicker than I would have guessed, completely erect and almost purple as it is engorged with your blood. It glistens slightly in the dim light of the room. The torches flicker and wave with the slight breeze emanating from the long circular window, which leads up to the surface - the only natural light this room sees during the day. But it is night and no light penetrates this dark room. The torches cast eerie shadows on the walls and your shadow seems long and sinister against the grey stones. You seem to be intent on exploring my body silently, the only sounds in the room the harshness of your breathing and of mine, as you continue your explorations.

Fingers go trailing down the length of my body again, moving slowly up and down, feeling every inch of flesh, touching every pore. I shiver uncontrollably at this and your black eyes glint with amusement. A gesture with one of your hands, and two small bottles fly from the far corner to land in the palm of your hand. One is glass, purple in colour, and half full. You set this one down. The other is metal, silver, and is capped with a stopper. You hold up this one in one hand and with the other, you gently part my labial lips to expose my clit. The bottle comes unstoppered, revealing an eyedropper. As one hand both holds the bottle and my lips open, the other uses the stopper to apply three small cold drops of liquid to my clit.

Which explodes almost as soon as the liquid has been absorbed into my skin. I gasp, trying to clamp my legs together to muffle the sensation, but you put down your bottle, restopper it, and then force my legs open again with both hands. When the air hits my clit, I come again, explosively, gasping and moaning with the intensity of feeling. Your fingers penetrate me, causing me to come again and again, the slipperiness of me coating your hand as you ease first one, then two, and finally three long fingers into me, fucking me slowly with them. Your other hand comes up to brush against my nipples. They were already erect and now, with your touch, they are painfully erect. I want you to lick them, to suck them, to tease them with your tongue. You comply as if you had read my mind, disordered as it is by the continual orgasms created by your potion. My labia are swollen and red and oozing with my cum as you continue to slowly thrust your fingers into me, dipping your head now to lick at my nipples. I come again and again until I am gasping for breath, my heart racing. I think am I going to die from pleasure at your hands. Your lips trail down my body, reaching my swollen clit, and your tongue darts out, licking at it, teasing it as you teased my nipples. I scream in pleasure again. You straighten up then, removing your hand and the look in your obsidian eyes tells me it is time for you to take your pleasure. You pick up the purple bottle, open it, and pour a small measure into your hand. Once the bottle is closed again and safely out of harms way, you slick the purple liquid onto your erection, rubbing it in with one hand, masturbating yourself in front of me. Your eyes are closed to slits now in your own pleasure - obviously, this purple liquid does for you what the other does for me. I hope you won\'t come to soon. You reach for me, pulling me down to the end of the bench, your black robes billowing slightly behind you. The bench is the perfect height for what you have in mind and I wonder how many other women you have taken in this manner, in this room. One hand rests on my hip, the other guides you into me, your thickness entering me slowly, the potion you used acting as additional lubrication. You fill me completely. I can feel you inside of me, all the way to my cervix, once you are completely in and I moan with the fullness of it. Both hands are on my hips now, my legs up against your chest so you can penetrate me as deeply as possible. I feel the slickness of my juices as you thrust in and out of me, your long cock probing all of my most secret places. I can hear the slight squelching noise as you move in and out of me, slowly, slowly, your thrusts slow and deep. You sigh with the feeling and your hand moves between us, stroking at my clit and making me explode in orgasm yet again. And then your thrusting begins to increase its pace, your hips flexing faster as your pubis grinds against me, forcing me to climax until I think I might pass out. And still you go faster and faster, thrusting into me so hard and fast that I wonder if you will pass out. I come again and then you reach your own explosive orgasm, your mouth open, your eyes closed - you are lost in the sensation of the moment, the sensation of me, the intense and exquisite pleasure of sexual release. I come again when you explode and this time, I do faint. I suppose I was hyperventilating.

When I come back to my senses, you are sitting on the bench next to me, your robes still hanging open, your erection still evident and I sigh. Obviously you are ready for more and I am not sure if I can take any more. I do not hurt, which is unusual. Despite the force of your lovemaking, I am not sore and I can only attribute that to the potion you used on me. You hold me in your arms as you sit on the bench beside me, one hand stroking my hair gently, the other on my breast, stroking my nipple. Yes, you are certainly ready for more. And my body is beginning to respond, something I did not expect. Once again then. Once again.

You are still hard. It\'s the potion, I know it is, although I should be used to this by now. This is how it always goes. Once is never enough for you. You need more, you always need more. How your body handles it, I don\'t really understand. You get up from the table and gesture impatiently for me to rise as well. I do. You stand above me, your long black robes rustling about your nude body, your hands resting on my shoulders. You lower your head to my neck and I feel your hot breath under my ear, your tongue casually darting out to lick at my jaw line. And then your lips descend upon mine and I am enveloped, destroyed, reduced to a puddle of desire by the force of your passion. You taste sweet and bitter at the same time, with a hint of salty sweat from our prior exertions. Your hands move lower and pull me to you, crushing me against your chest, the heat of your flesh searing my skin. And then your hands go lower still, cupping my bottom in both palms and you lift me up slightly, spreading my legs to enter me while we are both still standing, impaling me on your long, hard cock. It is perfect, it is just what I needed, and I explode in orgasm with the heat of you inside me. With your lips still on my mouth, and you inside of me, we stumble slightly towards the nearest wall. You press me up against the wall, lifting me a bit higher to gain leverage as you thrust into me, my legs wrapped around your waist. It\'s hard, animalistic, rough, the stone of the wall biting into my back and the intensity of your cock inside of me pounding me to orgasm again and again. I grip the smooth black silk of your robes, wrapping my hands up in it. Your lips and teeth are against my neck, biting into me, sucking at me, your long black hair against my nose - you smell like some kind of exotic spices, it\'s wonderful and it makes me come again just to smell it. And then you raise your head from my flesh and you get that look again, your mouth slightly open, your nostrils flared, your eyes closed - and with a short grunt and a gasp, and a final thrust, you come into me, shuddering against me.

It is at this point that you speak for the first time since I entered your dungeon room.
\"I cannot... we cannot continue to do this here,\" you gasp, letting me down and enveloping me in your robes, pressing me up against your sweating frame. You are still erect and I can feel your cock pressing up against my belly, the heat of it intense. \"We should... move on to my chambers.\"
\"Ummm...\" is all I can say, my lips pressed against your throat. I kiss you down the centre of your chest and then move over to suck on one nipple. You inhale sharply as my lips wrap tightly around the hard little nub of flesh, sucking on it like you sucked on me, flicking at it with my tongue, one hand moving to your erection. And then we are at it again - you have moved me bodily over to the table again, propping me up against it and with one impatient gesture, you spread my legs and thrust into me, hard, harder than you have so far this night. I gasp with the strength of it and once again wrap my legs about your waist, holding on to you as if for the ride of my life. Some how I have awakened in you a passion, an intensity, which was not there the first time we made love this night and now you are desperate for release inside of me. My legs slip against you as you become sweatier with your increased exertion, your hips flexing madly with your thrusts. You pound into me again and again, as if you need to break me in two to achieve your climax. You mouth devours mine and I can\'t breathe under your lips, it\'s too intense, too much, too.... This time there is no small, restrained grunt and gasp - this time you groan aloud with release as you come into me and I can feel the heat of your semen inside me as you climax with a final pounding thrust. I shudder through my own orgasm, this one subdued - I imagine the potion you used on me is finally wearing off. And with this third orgasm, you seem finally satisfied - you collapse against me, leaning heavily against the table, your breath coming hard. With a snap of your fingers, my robes fly from where they were neatly folded on your desk into your hands and you present them to me.
\"Get dressed,\" is all you say, pushing yourself away from me and straightening your own robes about you. You do up the fastenings in the front and push your long black hair away from your face, wiping the sweat from your cheeks as you do so. I shrug into my robes and do them up, leaning against the table and waiting to see what more you will want of me tonight.

As it turns out, it\'s relatively simple. A change of venue is all you want. You gesture to me to head for the door of the classroom, and with a snap of your fingers, douse the torches that are lighting the room. We leave the room, and you close and lock the door. With one hand on the small of my back, you direct me down the hall to your chambers. They are deeper in the dungeons - I have been there before but not often. As soon as we enter your chambers and you have closed and locked the door - you obviously have decided you don\'t want visitors here - you have pushed me down on my knees and are guiding my head to your erection, which is now evident as your robes are once again open. I take you into my mouth as you so obviously want me to do, and begin to give you pleasure. My tongue licks up the shaft of your penis, flicking at the tip with every upwards stroke. The potion you have used to keep you in a constant state of excitement makes you delicious as well, and I find this task not unwelcome. Your hands grasp my head more tightly and force more of your long cock between my lips. I suck more eagerly on you, trying my hardest to bring you to orgasm with the mere strength of my lips and tongue. And it works. Within another minute, your hips thrust forward, shoving your cock as far down my throat as it will go. I almost choke and my gag reflex kicks in a bit as you come into my mouth. Again, I have been here before and know what to expect. The potion has done its work; I don\'t mind swallowing your spunk because it is sweet with just a hint of salt. And then you sit for the first time this night and put your head in your hands. I suppose you are wondering why you do this night after night - what could you be looking for in this constant sexual stimulation? I do not let you brood too long, however, and instead shrug out of my robes, sitting next to you and drawing your head to rest on my breasts. This night will continue, I know it, however you may wish it to continue. And you know very well I am yours, always yours to command.