Selfish Bastard

A/N – This story was written for shits and giggles. No money is being made from this for I am only borrowing the characters for my own sick and demented purposes. This is a one-shot! Yeah! A plot tried to sneak into it, but I killed the damn bunny.

Warning – toys and anal sex ahead.

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I love it when he goes down on me. He\'s passionate and intelligent and knows how to pleasure a woman. He laves my clit and fingers my cunt like he is playing a musical instrument, establishing a rhythm only he and I can hear.

I like to think he does this for my pleasure only, but he\'s always told me what a selfish bastard he is. I\'m always left guessing how each stolen moment will end. Will it end with him taking what he wants and leaving? Or will it end with a hurried rush out of his quarters in the wee hours of the morning?

I live for these encounters. No one knows about “us.” We trade barbs daily in front of anyone who is listening, fostering the illusion of festering animosity. No one can know. It’s frowned upon – sex between apprentices and instructors. Thankfully, I’m apprenticing in Charms, not Potions. He’s already been through three apprentices this year.

I adore the look on his face when he comes. His climax is always different – always different because of his imagination and command of me. There are times when he’ll pull me into a secluded alcove, bend me over, move my clothes out of the way and fuck me. It’s hard and uncomfortable and totally unsatisfying. But it provides great fodder for my fantasies.

Sometimes, he\'ll trap me in a classroom. He’ll undress me and tell me to stay still. To ensure my compliance, he magically binds my hands and feet, and then he’ll masturbate on me. He strokes himself slowly, saying nothing and taking pleasure in my struggle. I could come just watching the pearly ropes of semen coat my breasts and belly.

Last night, I cornered him in his office and seduced him. I coaxed him onto his desk and performed the “best fellatio” he had ever had. Other times he\'ll tug on my hair and guide me to his cock.

I can always tell when he\'s had a bad day. Those are the days when he just fucks me – cock in cunt and caring very little about my pleasure. I\'m just a release for him. I don\'t mind. I love him.

He\'s broken the rhythm and is shifting restlessly between my legs. I’m at a loss for he is no longer feasting between my thighs. Then I feel it – his tongue and lips back on my clit, fingers in my cunt, and a moistened finger against my arse.

I smile in anticipation for now my question is answered. The night will end with him in my arse.

I keen, murmuring crass words to encourage his possession. I like to be fucked in the arse. There\'s something taboo about it that can bring me to orgasm quicker than anything clitoral.

He hardly talks when we fuck, but he becomes almost chatty when he’s buggering me. His words are usually base and unrefined, yet never debasing as he describes how hot it looks seeing his cock slide in and out of my puckered hole.

I\'ll never forget the time he had me view his Pensieve. That memory makes me shiver. It was quite a sight -- his thickness hammering into my bum. And he was thick. I couldn\'t believe he actually fit. While I enjoyed the vision, he did things to me – things that I would never forget.

When he takes me that way, I always whimper and plead with him to hurry as though it hurts.

It doesn\'t. It\'s a strange feeling, one that takes some getting used to. But it doesn’t hurt. It’s a matter of being properly prepared and stretched, which he seems to enjoy more than shagging me. It’s a full feeling.

The one thing I hate about him is that he never comes inside me. I yearn to feel him spurt inside me. It’s one of the most intimate acts one can share.

He fears intimacy.

I asked him once why he never came inside me. After all, we\'re both protected – no consequences, no disease.

He never did answer the question.

My thoughts impede my orgasm and I can tell he\'s frustrated that I haven\'t come yet. I know this because he\'s growling and finally pushing a finger past my rim.

I gasp in response and he brings me back to task as he sucks and bites my clit. His fingers are pushing and pulling and I can feel the heat build. This time, my thoughts are in sync with his abilities, and I come, twisting violently away from him as I try crawling away from the pleasure. But my bastard-lover holds me down and wiggles another digit into my hole.

I\'m lucky he isn\'t impatient. He\'s perfectly content to bring me to orgasm several times to prepare me for the penetration I will gladly suffer in a moment.

I moan my acceptance and encourage him to take me. I finally manage to break away from him and I gladly crawl onto my hands and knees.

He wastes none of the precious seconds we share and positions himself behind me. Grabbing my arse and kneading it, he rubs the tip of his weeping shaft up and down my overly sensitive slit while thumbing my arse.

“Please,” I whimper into the pillows.

With a powerful lunge he stuffs his cock into my pussy. I think he feels obligated to fuck my cunt first. He likes to torment me, his thrusts into my pussy always long and slow. As he fucks me, he deepens the penetration and teases my arse with his thumb. He pulls all the way out, the momentary loss of contact with him nipping at my insecurities.

Then I feel it – the blunt push of the crown, lubed with my juices, into my arse. When he\'s all the way in, he\'ll start talking. Some of his words don’t make any sense. It’s as though he’s speaking a foreign language.

I crave this full feeling. It’s decadent, almost indecent as he shoves his swollen length as far as my anatomy will allow. He withdraws and I voice my disappointment. The disappointment doesn’t last long and I cry out when he shoves a curved phallic object into my wetness.

Briefly, my mind wanders, wondering what it was that he transfigured into the now animated dildo. He thinks of everything and knows my fantasies, even though I\'ve never spoken them out loud. He knows I would love to be fucked by two men at the same time. I know that will never happen. He\'ll never share me.

He enters my arse again, groaning a vulgarity in a foreign language. He’s lost in sensation and pounds mindlessly into me. As he increases his tempo, the sound of his balls slapping against my thighs stokes my desire. He tells me how excited he is and how he wants to feel me come with his cock buried inside me.

I bite my lip and ignore the impending release, making sure I don\'t give in too easily. He fucks me faster and harder, trying to make me do his bidding and I start laughing.

My lover growls, unable to hold back his release. He pulls out and I feel his semen spurt onto my arse. It doesn\'t take long before he pushes back into me. That really is a blessing – his ability to stay hard, even after he\'s come. He’s probably got some kind of potion that enables him to do this.

Slapping my arse, he hisses, \"I want to feel that tight little arse squeeze my cock.\"

With each thrust in, he playfully slaps my cheeks. It enthralls me and I can\'t hold off my orgasm any longer. It’s a deep one, rolling from my gut into my loins. I’m pulsing around him as he shags me.

“Mine!” he pants, striving toward another orgasm.

I tremble with each movement inside me. I’m so sensitive it’s blissfully painful.

Even though I’m incapable of feeling anything more, I keep moaning and pleading with him.

He lets out a strangled gasp and pulls out of me and I can feel more liquid splash on my back and between my cheeks. Whispering a charm to stop the transfigured phallus, he collapses next to me and wraps a possessive arm around my waist. It looks as though I’ll be staying the night and sneaking out in the morning.

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I\'m such a bastard. She\'s given me everything she can and I still ask more of her. She\'s a marvelous fuck, imaginative and permissive. She let\'s me explore things I never had considered. I think the witch loves me. I should feel bad, but I don\'t. Her attentions flatter my ego just as they enflame my soul.

I trust her as I\'ve trusted no other. She\'s taken me to heaven as I wallow in hell. She fucks me just as I fuck her. The mechanics are only reversed.

She tastes just like she is – ambrosial. I can’t seem to get enough of this. Have I been poisoned? Perhaps she has cast a spell upon me? What am I doing shagging this witch? Our history, at the very least, dictates a petulant animosity toward one another. But I am caught up in the Maelstrom of lust and desire she has inspired.

I need her. I must have her. I can’t seem to get enough of her. She preoccupies every waking moment and haunts my dreams.

The witch groans as I root my face between her heavenly thighs.

I enjoy exploring her, licking my tongue up and down her vulva. She\'s so uninhibited and I can\'t get over how she eagerly spreads her legs for me. It\'s an invitation I rarely refuse. I could feast on her endlessly, convinced that her essence alone can sustain me.

Rubbing my nose against her clit, I breathe in her tangy scent and shudder. This is the aroma that wakes me at night.

She\'s thrusting her hips into my face, lifting up off the bed, physically demanding me. I don\'t even know if she realizes she\'s mumbling, but she\'s telling me she wants more. I gladly oblige and shift between her legs, thrusting two fingers deep into her cunt and fucking her with them as I lap at her clit.

My knees ache as I kneel on the cold stone floor. But I crave so much that I ignore the discomfort. With my other hand, I tease her anus, rubbing against it and realizing only now that I mean to take her in the crudest way possible tonight. I smile as she groans. Tonight I knew I wanted her, but I hadn\'t planned anything past our current position.

I trust her and I can think of no other after her. She has ruined me for the whores of Knockturn Alley. I\'ve allowed her liberties with my body that I\'ve permitted no others. I’ve empowered her. Or is it the other way around?

At the end of my miserable existence, I suspect she will control me.

My mind has wandered into the mundane and I’ve lost the last bit of sanity I had. Her taste seduces me and brings my mind back to the physical realm. I swirl my tongue around her clit and continue stroking my fingers deep inside her cunt.

My renewed attempt to bring her bliss is ignored. Her mind must be wandering.

Always a selfish bastard, I push a finger past her rim and twist it meanly, yet gently.

There…that\'s got her attention.

She makes this noise in the back of her throat, part cat and something else…something wild. It arouses me. The pitch of the noise plus the tightening of her muscles around my fingers signal her orgasm. She thrashes beneath me. She does this every time she comes, pushes at me to stop, unable to take the sweet torment. The sadistic side of me can\'t help but torture her and hold her down. But I can not get enough of her sweet nectar so I continue lapping at her cunt.

I finally let her go and she crawls onto her hands and knees, pleading with me to fill the void that both of us try to ignore. Crawling onto the bed, I can’t help but smile as she sticks her bum up in the air, offering herself up like a pagan sacrifice. I grasp her hips and thrust into her wet feminine sex.

I still inside her, reveling in the feel of her muscles contracting, the last remnants of her orgasm. She’s so bloody tight after she comes.

Her words arouse me more as she begs me to fuck her up the arse. The words are crass and not befitting one with such intelligence. My thrusts are long and slow, reaping the benefits of her fluttering muscles. As I hammer into her cunt, I thumb her other hole. With a quick shift and a lunge I’m inside the tightness I have so patiently prepared. I like to surprise her with a strong, unexpected thrust into her anus.

She squeaks in surprise, lowering her head and changing the angle.

Merlin, she’s tight and I tell her as I torture myself with a few quick thrusts. I need to feel it – her quivering muscles around my swollen shaft. So I disconnect myself and reach for her wand, which I transfigured before we even started snogging. I know she likes double penetration, but this toy will have to do. I\'ll never share her with another man…or another woman, for that matter.

She whimpers and begs me to hurry.

I can’t help but grin for I will take my time and take her several times tonight.

With the thick phallus firmly implanted and magically charmed to pump in and out of her slick passage, I press against her ass, edging carefully into her. I\'m always careful when I take her there, keeping in mind that she allows me this liberty because I asked this of her. She\'s told me that it doesn\'t hurt, but I understand anal penetration for women doesn\'t hold the same delight it does for men.

I love the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her, the contrast of our skin bringing my orgasm closer. I know “dirty talk” turns her on and I gasp, \"I want to feel that tight little arse squeeze my cock.\"

Words are meaningless to me at this point. I am too far gone.

She laughs in response and I can\'t stop it. I pull out of her quickly, squeezing her arse cheeks together and rubbing my cock in her crevice. My ejaculate spreads over her like a river, the pearly white string contrasting against her peach skin. I hear her sigh with disappointment. Once again, I have pulled out.

I am weak and cannot help myself. She wiggles her ass invitingly and I enter her again, pushing my sensitive flesh inside her and I repeat, \"I want to feel that tight little arse squeeze my cock.\"

My pace is furious as I ram into her, playfully smacking her arse and kneading the generous flesh. Her laughter stops and she clutches the Slytherin green duvet.

Just when I think her heat can\'t get any tighter, it does and she cries out in release. Her contracting muscles make my head swim.

“Mine,” I growl as my sacs tighten and release my seed. Pulling out of heaven, I am riveted at the sight of my come dripping onto her back. Somehow I resist the urge to rub the white liquid all over her body.

I could take her again, but I feel her questions. I speak the incantation to stay the movement of the phallus. It falls out of her and quickly reverts back to its original state – her wand. I roll off her, wrapping a possessive arm around her waist and pulling her against me.

She sighs again. The words aren’t spoken, but I can sense her disappointment. I resist the urge to grab her wand and cleanse her.

She once asked me why I never came inside her. I never did answer her.

How do I tell her I\'m afraid? I’m afraid of tainting her with the darkness that dwells deep in my corrupt soul. How do I tell her I can never love her? How do I tell her I\'ll never be able to give her what she wants?


Soon she will leave me. She will leave once she realizes how pointless loving me is. I’ve taken her innocence and her youth. I won’t take any more from her. Hopefully, she will remember me with fondness and not the bitterness I deserve.

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FIN