Equals

A Slytherin Seduction – Part 6: Equals

'Please.'

Can you even imagine, dearest heart, how many witches and wizards would give all their gold, their lives, their very souls to hear Lucius Malfoy beg? But there you are, hovering mere inches above me, looking back at me over your shoulder and smiling mischievously. It seems like you couldn't care less about the power you hold.

It all started pretty harmlessly. I didn't like your idea about me having a lie-down on the stretching rack down in the cellar. After all, I know that people have died on that thing, and not even I would manage to perform on that thing without having my mind wander to places I rather wouldn't want it to go. I am not into the same twisted games as my sister-in-law. But I didn't mind you taking your delicate shawl from my neck and tying me to the bed into which I had Apparated us. In fact, I must admit that I enjoyed you taking the lead. I enjoyed lying flat on my back with a soft pillow under my head while you peeled my robes off my body, every now and then kissing or licking or breathing upon the exposed flesh. And I definitely enjoyed watching you taking off your own robes, inch by inch. Had my hands been free, I would have assisted you, of course, and gladly so. But I am sure that the look in my eyes told you how much I appreciated what I saw. And if not, I am certain that my swelling member didn't leave you in any doubt.

Then you climbed onto me, onto my thighs, to be precise, with your back towards me, and after having cast a very naughty look back over your shoulder, you moved backwards until my cock was between your thighs. It twitched appreciatively at your warmth, and as you started rubbing yourself against it, I couldn't help but groan. Oh, I enjoyed that, too. I enjoyed your moisture lubricating me, enjoyed my tip ending up between your delicious butt cheeks every now and then, and I definitely enjoyed the little moans that escaped you every time your clit rubbed against my shaft. I enjoyed you picking up the pace and pressing yourself tighter against me, and I was sure for a while that you'd bring yourself to another orgasm pretty soon, and me with you. But, to my utter disappointment and slight annoyance, you stopped at the precise moment when I started to feel that tell-tale prickling in my balls. That, dearest heart, I appreciated very little.

You sat quite still for a couple of moments, breathing heavily, and I tried to slide inside you to ensure we both reached the peak you had denied us. But you, cheeky little minx, thwarted all my plans and moved your hips just enough to make it impossible for me to reach you. I didn't like that at all, and when you looked back over your shoulder once again, you found me scowling and tugging at my bonds. But when you gave me that mischievous smile of yours and seductively licked your lips, I reassessed the situation and decided to let you play.

And play you did. You moved backwards, over my stomach, my chest, and my scowl turned into a blissful smile when your sex came into the reach of my mouth. Oh, you tasted deliciously, dearest heart, of vanilla and honey. And your scent was so intoxicating that it did more for me than the wine that stood, now forgotten, in the cellar. And I lapped you, circled your swollen nub with my tongue and suckled at it alternately as to give you the greatest pleasures possible. And I did well. I heard you pant and moan, and had my hands been free, I would have grabbed you and pulled you closer to my face, not releasing you until you shook with pleasure.

But my hands were not free, and I grew once more annoyed when you withdrew. I had felt your clit pulsate against my tongue. I knew you'd been inches from release. Why, by Merlin's balls, would you withdraw?

But I never had the time to protest. You took me so deep inside your mouth that I could but gasp, and when you released me again, slowly, so agonisingly slowly, any thoughts of chiding you flew from my mind. Instead, I called you by the names of I don't know how many goddesses, and you lowered your head once more, taking my whole length into your mouth and at the same time presenting me once more with your glistening sex.

Oh, dearest heart, we were perfect. When I lapped you, you sucked me; when I let my tongue flick against your clit, you did the same to the tip of my cock; and when I suckled at your nub you suckled at my glands. And as you once more leant forward to take the whole of me into your mouth, I thrust my tongue into you, drinking from your nectar as if it were the most excellent wine.

Then you lifted your head, and when your lips closed once more around my very tip and mine around your clit, and you suckled just as hard as I did, I was certain we would end this right there and then. I was ready to come into your mouth while feeling you explode against my tongue, and it would only have taken another second or two. But you released me and shifted position, and I just could not believe it! Teasing me to the borders of insanity is one thing. But why deny yourself the climax I have been so close to giving you?

'Tease,' I managed to bring forth and would have loved to add a word or two that were anything but child-friendly. But I found myself unable to. My whole body was shaking from built-up tension, and I, Lucius Malfoy, was rendered speechless. And you, you just moved forward and came to hover inches over my throbbing cock. And when you positioned your hands on top of my thighs in order to keep your balance, I knew you would not lower yourself. You would just hover there, making me long for you.

'Please,' I repeat.

Lucius Malfoy doesn't beg, dearest heart. Not under normal circumstances, anyway. But I am desperate now, and seeing you hover mere inches above me, so close that the tip of my cock would nudge against your wetness if you'd lower yourself but a fraction of an inch, doesn't really help. And I couldn't care less about restraint or self-esteem right now. I need to be buried inside you. I need release! I need it now lest I burst!

'I am begging you.'

At first, I fear that you won't oblige. And when you do lower yourself onto me at last, I am afraid that you will do this slowly, that you'll take me into you inch by inch. I fear the sensation will drive me insane. But you show compassion, dearest heart, and you impale yourself on my cock with one swift movement, taking the whole of me at once.

And I come. Merlin, Circe and every other wizard and witch that has ever walked this earth, how I come! I roar and shoot load after load of my seed into you, bucking my hips and trembling from top to toe. And you hold still, taking it all, looking back over your shoulder with a smirk so satisfied that one could think it was you who just had an earth shaking orgasm.

Your outline becomes blurry, and I close my eyes. I can feel my body trembling from my toes up to the tips of my hair. I might faint. I might die. I do not care. And I know that even if I live to be two hundred years, I will never again relive this sensation. This was bliss, dearest heart. Pure ecstasy.

When I open my eyes again, gingerly, gingerly, like a man waking up in bright sunlight after a long sleep, I find my bonds gone, and you are smiling at me over your shoulder and caressing the inside of my thighs ever so softly with your fingertips.

'Do you think you can sit up?' you ask.

You reach behind yourself and as I grab your hand, you pull me up into a sitting position, slowly, slowly, and I wrap my arms around your waist, pulling you close to me. I am dizzy, I have to admit that, and as you lean slightly forward, I rest my upper body against your back for a couple of moments. I like this, dearest heart. Your skin is warm and soft, and I like the feeling of your firm butt pressing against my stomach.

You reach behind yourself after a while and turn your head, and I place a tender kiss on your cheek. You smile, and I manage to capture the corner of your mouth with my tongue. My hands glide upwards over your flat belly, and as I cup your breasts, I can feel your muscles tightening around my softening cock. It seems like you are very intent on keeping me inside you for a little while longer. And I cannot say that I mind.

Our tongues flick against each other for some moments, but it is more of a tease than a turn-on as the angle is more than awkward, so I move my right hand upwards instead and let you suckle my thumb while cupping your chin with my other fingers. In my mind, however, you are once more sucking my cock, and I can already feel it harden again.

'You wicked witch,' I murmur as I feel your muscles working around me, and I let my free hand glide slowly down your stomach again until it comes to rest on your soft curls. Methinks, dearest heart, it is my turn to play now.

I part your swollen lips with two fingers, move slowly up and down, relishing the little moan I hear every time I nudge against your clit. And as I pause, resting one finger on each side of it, I can feel you tense up in anticipation. It wouldn't be that you're afraid that I will tease you the way you teased me, would it, dearest heart?

I nudge and stroke your clit from both sides, always changing rhythm and pressure as to surprise you with every touch. I hear you whimper and feel you suck harder on my thumb, and I know that you want me to pinch your clit hard now to drive you over the edge that you are so desperately trying to reach. But I am in no hurry. You have played with me, dearest heart, and you have made me beg. Now I intend to do the same to you.

I withdraw my two fingers from your clit and once more trace your slick lips, and then I gingerly ease my middle finger into you. My swelling cock is already stretching you again, but my finger fits nicely in front of it, and I enjoy the rubbing of my knuckle against my shaft just about as much as you enjoy the tip of my finger massaging your G-spot. Meanwhile, my thumb rests on your clit, applying pressure every now and then.

'Hm, yes. Oh, Lucius, this is good. So good.'

Good, you say, dearest heart? Just good? It must be the magnitude of the sensation that renders you incapable of describing it properly, because I can tell from your reactions that this is more than good. I reckon your nipples are so hard now that they point like beacons into the air; your breathing has become laboured; there is a thin layer of sweat covering your back; you suck hard at my thumb, as if it were the finest sweet Honeydukes has to offer. And, judging from the way your clit pulsates against my thumb and your muscles tighten and untighten around my cock and finger, I know that good isn't covering it. This is magnificent. Isn't it, dearest heart?

'Are you close?' I whisper into your ear, before giving the sensitive skin behind it a quick lick. I know you are, but I want to hear you say it.

'Yes,' you whimper. 'Close. So close.'

You yelp as I press my thumb firmly onto your clit, and I feel you shudder.

'Do you want... release?' I breathe.

'Yes. Yes, please, Lucius. Please.'

Here it is, the magical word I have been waiting to hear! I rub my thumb vigorously against you now, and soon you peak so violently that I am forced to withdraw my finger, fearing your contracting muscles might damage a joint. But I relish the feeling of your muscles contracting around my cock.

Your nails dig into my thighs, you shudder, and you scream my name. And I would love to grab you around the hips and thrust into you, bang you hard and properly, but I will not. Not yet. The sensation would surely make me come undone after only a couple of thrusts, and that would be a downright shame. The feeling of being completely still inside you when you come, the feeling of you tightening around me is just too glorious to miss.

I ease you down from your peak, softly stroking your blood filled clit and lips, enjoying your warmth and your tightness, and when your breathing has slowed down, when the muscles in your back have relaxed, I lie down again and pull up my knees, all along fondling your butt cheeks.

'You're a wicked wizard, Lucius Malfoy,' you breathe, and I cannot help but smile at your choice of words. Had I not used the very same a short while ago?

You wrap your arms around my knees, and as you lean forwards, I help you lift yourself by taking a firm hold of your delicious arse and push you upwards. I can see my cock slide out of you, glistening with our combined juices, and feel your muscles tighten around my tip. It is clear to me that you do not want to let go of me, and I oblige gladly, letting you slide down again, slowly, so, so slowly until I have disappeared up to the hilt into you once again.

We are in no hurry now, and the time of teasing has passed. You rock your hips slowly, and I help your momentum by giving you a gentle push every time you rock forward. Your clit rubs against my balls and your nipples against my thighs, and when you peak once again, it's a quiet affair, accompanied by the softest of moans and a slow exhaling of air. And I follow suit shortly afterwards, taking a firm hold around your hips so I can spill myself deep inside you. My orgasm undulates softly through my entire body, and it feels like I am being submersed into warm, sweet-smelling water.

You let yourself fall backwards, and I catch you in my arms, holding you tightly against my chest as we roll onto the side. I kiss your neck and gently stroke your hip, and you sigh contently and reach behind you to caress my thigh. I think, my dearest heart, that this is the tenderest moment we have ever shared.

We have had good times, you and I. I have smiled at your pluckiness, raised an eyebrow at your daring and been pleasantly surprised at your skills. I have driven you to heights you will never know again, and you have made me see heaven on more than a handful of occasions. We have done well, you and I, my dearest heart.

'I have to go,' you whisper at last, and I cannot help but tighten my grip around you. I cannot tell why, but deep inside me I feel – I know – that you will never come back if I let you go now. But I fear I have no choice. You're not mine to keep. And if you want to leave, you will.

I observe you closely as you get dressed, see your delicious body disappear under layers of clothing, and after a last, passionate kiss which you will remember for the rest of your life, I watch you spin on the spot as you Disapparate. After mere seconds, you are gone, and all that lingers is your scent on my skin and a handful of wonderful memories.

I almost mourn the loss of the innocent girl I seduced at the Hogwarts Yule Ball. She has gone forever, has grown into a magnificent young woman with skills beyond imagination. I know in my heart that I will never see you again, but I will forever remember the passion we shared, dearest heart, and I will remember it fondly, knowing that we have parted as equals. I have taught you well.