Saved by Grace INTERLUDE

Saved by Grace INTERLUDE NC17

However, it was Grace who was awakened. She opened her eyes and looked upon the sleeping wizard's visage with a smile. She had not been lying when she'd said that she found him handsome. Everything about him was attractive, right down to his snake-like nose. Nothing else would work for him, and no one else would EVER be able to pull it off.

Gently she raised a hand to caress that handsome white cheek, that angelic brow, those smooth gentle lips.

A part of her wanted to feel guilty for having such emotions for her parents' killer. But it was impossible. In one short night, her plans of escaping at the first chance had all flown out the window. Now she had only love for this dear, sweet man who had no idea just how wonderful he realyl was. well, she'd just have to tell him every chance she got.

Her gentle touch caused him also to wake. Although he was confused at first, the memory of the evening rushed back to him in a swirl of gaiety. He was in love. Dumbledore had been right. Love really was the most powerful force on Earth. It felt unbelievable amazing.

She felt her heart melt as he lowered his bright, "hearts on fire" ruby eyes to her and gave her a very rare, genuine smile, "Good morning." Tenderly he placed his lips on her forehead chastely.

Grace grinned coquettishly, “You missed,”

He couldn’t help but return her teasing with a peck on her nose. She shook her head playfully and this time he got her top lip, followed by the whole of her mouth being enveloped by his. She returned the kiss, daring to make the next move, placing her tongue at his lips, begging entry. He allowed it, adding his own into the mix. Gradually, he leaned back completely on the loveseat, pulling her on top of him.

His palm traveled down the small of her back and timidly onto her buttocks. He took it as a good sign when he wasn’t immediately slapped. An oddly familiar feeling was beginning to form in his nether-regions. It was hard, and getting worse. He wondered what to do. Should he push her away and go take a cold shower, or should he play it be ear and see what she wants to do.

Voldemort decided to test the dangerous waters further and placed his other palm on her covered breast. She moaned unexpectedly. It seemed her breasts were very sensitive. Carefully, he began kneading it in his hand, watching her for signs of discomfort. When it didn’t come, he slipped his hand up her night shirt to come in contact with her flesh. Coming out of the kiss for a desperate need for air, he asked her, “Is this alright?”

Grace nodded, “Yes, keep doing it,” she pleaded. After having received the needed breath of oxygen, she kissed him again, needing the touch. She moaned into his mouth as she felt him massaging first one breast and then the other with those soft, white hands. She decided she should return the favor and rolled his robes up past his chest, caressing the bare skin. So smooth, free of the bulky, tight feeling that is so common with brawny men. He was thin, something she intended to rectify, but his body was perfect to her.

He carefully pulled her night dress over her head, looking at those beautiful round orbs. He wondered what she would do if he suckled on one.

Her back arched, her moaning sounds of ecstasy causing him to become even harder, if that was possible. His slacks, luckily, still kept that part a secret, or so he thought.

It was impossible, however, for her not to feel the long member poking into her thigh. While he focused on pleasuring her breasts, she unbuttoned his slacks and zipped down the zipper, freeing the appendage. He hissed in as her fingers brushed the tip. He could have finished right there if it weren’t for his determination to see this through.

Grace stroked his long rod gently with a single finger, enjoying the expression on his face. He panted and gasped each time she reached the head and went back down to his ball sac. It was more than enough to heat her up in her lower body. She moved down to his member and licked it experimentally, looking up at him as she did. His ruby eyes full of lust begged her to continue. She lowered her mouth down on it, as though eating a popsicle. As she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, she used a hand to roll his balls.

“Oh, Merlin, girl,” he had to wonder if she hadn’t done this before. She was really good at it. His cock touched the back of her throat several times. It was hot just watching her head bobbing like that. And her warm, wet mouth felt so good against his throbbing member. He just knew he wouldn’t last long like that. And he was right. A few more beats against the back of her throat and he had to warn her, “I’m about to…” He tried to have her come up so he wouldn’t do it in her mouth. But she would not let him. Her eyes told him that it was okay, she wanted him to come there. Two more beats and he couldn’t hold back any more. “Ahhhh, Grace!” he shouted as he spilled his spunk down her throat. She swallowed it heartily and watching her do so was enough to keep him hard, ready for more. After what seemed like many minutes, she pulled him out of her mouth. She kissed him and he could taste himself on her. “Lay back,” he instructed her as he sat up. She did as she was told and lay on her back on the opposite side of the cushion. He would return the favor. He bent down to her oozing wet underwear. Spelling them off, he could smell her arousal. His fingers caressed her cunt.

“Oh, oh….” she moaned as he stuck one of his long, white digits into her pussy until it was stopped by a barrier. He looked at her, his eyes asking the question, yes she was, and yes she wanted it. “Don’t stop.” He nodded and began moving the finger in and out at a moderate pace. She groaned with pleasure at the feeling, “Ohhhh, mmmmm, yes, please,” She shut her eyes tight as the feelings coursed through her. She gripped the velvet cushions as he replaced the finger with his tongue, licking her clitoris and delving into her tight hole. “Ahhhhh, oh, Voldemort, Voldemort…yes,” Her cries spurred him on, and he moved his tongue faster and deeper, mimicking the motions that his lower body couldn’t wait to perform. She writhed on the cushion, shaking as her body began to feel to the brim with a burning sensation she could not control. Faster and harder his tongue in and out of her. She chanted his name over and over, her back arching, giving him better leverage. She screamed out in ecstasy as she climaxed all over his face. She rode her orgasmic high and fell back to the sofa, her heaving breasts only serving to make him want more.

He positioned her properly and guided the tip of his cock to her waiting passage. “Are you absolutely sure?” he asked her one more time, although it would kill him to stop now.

“Just go slow,” she answered.

Voldemort complied, pushing his painfully hard cock into her pussy, stopping at the barrier. To take her mind off the coming pain, he pressed his mouth to hers in a searing kiss. Confident that she was properly distracted, he pushed in further, slowly tearing the thin layer of skin of her maidenhood. She screamed into the kiss. It hurt, it hurt so much. He looked into her eyes, seeing the light tears of pain trailing down them. No, he’d hurt her. The only person he never wanted to hurt, and he had managed to do it just the same. He began to pull out, not wishing to cause her any pain. But she wrapped her legs around him, forcing him to stay where he was.

“I’m okay, just give me a minute. I’ll be fine,” And sure enough the pain in her body was replaced with the joy of being filled with the cock belonging to the man she loved. “You can move now…” she told him, “Please…”

And indeed, he began to move. Slowly at first. Her pussy squeezed him like a vice. It was exhilarating. Her voice bid him to go faster, and he was only too happy to oblige. He pistoned in and out of her at a great pace. What a feeling! He felt so complete. Like all his life, he’d been waiting for her and only her.

“Oh, oh, faster, harder!” she begged him. He responded, banging into her over and over again at a furious speed. “More, more! Please! It feels so good!” She looked at him wantonly. She met him thrust for thrust. “Yes, yes, fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my pussy! Make me cum!” she pleaded.

Her dirty talk was unexpected, but not unappreciated. He pounded her into the cushions, kneeling and lifting her up somewhat. Her walls squeezed him tighter and tighter. Holding her in his arms, he leaned backward. He fell out of her and lay on his back. She knew what he wanted. She straddled him and guided his cock back into her.

Grace began riding him, up and down, hard and fast, “Ahhh, Ahhh! So good! It feels so good! Good God!” she cried out as her body began to spasm in the throes of her climax.

Voldemort’s pleasured moans joined hers as he slammed up into one more time, and held her down as his cum filled her so much it leaked out some. His cock jerked as it pumped stream after stream into her womb. Finally, it simply twitched and softened. He was completely spent, as was she.

She fell over his bare chest, coming down from her orgasm. She kissed him and lay down on his chest, falling asleep.

He pulled out of her gently, and followed suit. What an amazing experience, his first time.

AN: Saved by Grace is a Voldemort-Redemption fiction that can be located in it’s beginning stages on fan fiction.net Those chapters will never make it here. I hope you enjoyed this.