Covet.
The room was hushed, shadowed figures lingered in the carved niches of the forgotten chamber; the air was electric as each individual stood in anticipation of what was coming. They wore masks, their identities hidden beneath black velvet, their bodies cloaked in black silk. This was an exclusive club, hidden deep in the secret passageways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and to be a part of this club was to be a part of the elite.
The air shifted, as a presence outside the door leading to the chamber began to open, a low hiss of hinge upon hinge whining against the aged wood. The room went silent; it seemed that everyone had stopped breathing. The electricity hit its peak and hearts were racing.
'It was good of all of you to come…'whispered the low masculine voice from the doorway, 'there are now twenty of us, which means someone has become a tad overzealous with spreading our secret…' He didn't seem angry, in fact he seemed rather amused, 'its fine, though the secrecy would be appreciated, the mystique is all part of this game my friends… secrecy is our power.'
To begin with there had only been six members, each on common ground, seeking a new thrill, something exciting amidst the bleak, drag of Hogwarts life. Seventh year had opened their eyes to a whole new way of thinking, and a whole set of pulsating hormones. It was fate that these six founding members would find their way to this secret chamber at exactly the same time that fateful night several weeks prior.
These six members were Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson and newcomers Liam Monroe and Jane Finlayson. Each sought out to experience a world beyond fake parties, and mind numbing intoxication. This was the beginning of the Silk Society…
Each time the secret society would meet there would be a small square of black silk wrapped around the foot of their owl, and at 11pm they would congregate in this chamber and await the arrival of one of the six founding members. Though each meeting was at random, it was the most anticipated event for each member.
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The master for the evening would always arrive last, and it would be different every time, he or she would be wearing the midnight blue robe, they dictated the events of the evening.
The robed figure who had spoken first now stepped into the centre of the room, the light from a single iron chandelier above him, lighting his magnificent form. His robe now fallen to the floor, his skin glowed with the aura of anticipation. The crowd shifted closer to him, the room seeming more intimate then before, the air becoming heady with the heat of many bodies.
Draco gazed out from his velvet mask into the identically masked faces of the people around him, he knew that below their silken robes their naked bodies were hot and waiting, nothing was taboo and this meant he had his choice of both male and female members…he scanned the bodies before him and found the high, firm breasts of one of the female members standing furthest from him, her robe was barely concealing her hard nipples, as she licked her lips seductively in his direction.
With a slow saunter he approached her, the crowd parting as his eyes focused on his target, now directly in front of her, his chest only centimeters away from her full, round breasts, he leaned in towards her left ear and spoke the words of invitation, 'Atra Bombyx…' her lips trembled, and her breath quivered, this was the way of the society, to be chosen was the ultimate honor.
'Yes…' and with her reply he grasped her hand and brought her to the centre of the room where a bed had appeared at the sound of the magic words. It too was covered in black silk its many sheets glistening with sultry enticement. Facing his chosen conquest, he untied her robe and let it fall in a dark pool around her feet, her body was exquisite, he had not yet been this close to his chosen one, but he knew instantly who she was, he had watched her several weeks before, her back arched in pleasure atop one of the many other male figures within the room…
He raised his right hand to stroke her soft lips, swollen with expectancy, he bit his lip at this time, as he could feel the eyes of the people around him drop down to his rock throbbing penis, he ever so slightly swelled at the excitement in the air, his breathing coming less easily then before, he could see her trembling faintly and he dropped his hand from her lips to rest on the curve of her waist, with little pressure he coaxed her closer to him, he could see her eyes widen behind her mask and thrilled at her naivety. He would not ruin this moment, this was his chance to win her once and for all…
Draco pulled her onto the bed; he sat her down in the middle and kneeled behind her. He brought her honeysuckle scented hair over her shoulder and rested it there; he brushed aside the long strands of chocolate brown hair still remaining and felt her quiver at this simple touch. He pressed his erection against her back gently to assert himself and leaned around her head to plant a heated kiss on her exposed neck. He could feel her heart racing beneath his lips and the jolt of air that failed to rush out with her sharp inhalation. It was then that she turned to face him, her breasts now pressing against the bare skin of his chest, her mouth enveloped his, her tongue searching for his, the people in the room dare not interrupt their motions, and this was their moment.
He pushed her down onto her back kissing her fervently, his lips leaving scorching trails on her skin, her breathing was all that could be heard in the room, agonizing moans of pleasure slipping free from her lips. He reached her pale breasts the fine tracery of her veins beneath the surface of her skin; he found her hardened nipples and captured one in his mouth. He felt body rise up to meet his mouth, and cooed with desire. He stretched his hand towards her mouth and she caught it, she sucked it suggestively. With her suggestion Draco rose up and pulled her face to his, he kissed her forcefully and coaxed her down onto his waiting member. Her lips were moist and eager, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft with unyielding force, and she trailed her tongue up and down the shaft and gently sucked the tip whilst stroking the shaft with her hand. The crowd murmured in approval as they gazed eagerly at the couple. Draco tilted his head back and shut his eyes, the masked girl knew exactly what to do, he could suddenly feel the surge of pleasure that would lead to release then forced her to stop. She would pay for making him feel this way.
Draco hungrily cupped the firm curves of her cheeks as he lifted her vagina to his waiting mouth. The instant his lips touched her soft folds; she went ridged then melted into the heat of his hungered strokes. He pressed her harder against his lips and found her entrance; with accuracy he let his tongue dive into her. Her moans ripped through the hushed air and the crowd moved in closer around the couple. Draco bent her knees either side of him and suckled on the inner folds of her womanhood, he found the soft sweet bud that would bring her to her first climax; he stroked faster, his tongue flicking the slowly swelling bud, swallowing all the juices spilling from her tight pink threshold as she exploded into ecstasy.
This made Draco rise up quickly, he grinned widely as he looked into the disheveled appearance of the girl beneath him, her eyes met his as he thrust into her deep moist cavern. He lifted one of her legs to hook over the crook of his elbow, he thrust hard and deep, leaning towards her to lock his lips with hers, their tongues twisting in an intricate ballet, and he moaned as she playfully bit his lip, this made him fasten his pace, his platinum blonde hair falling around his masked face. The crowd stood around the bed now, 18 pairs of masked eyes burning upon their naked bodies intertwined in a horizontal ballet.
The slapping of their bodies connecting setting the rhythm, as the large bed began to morph, it started to grow in size, as one by one, each member of the crowd untied their robes, and stood waiting for the signal. But Draco did not pay attention; he was consumed by the magnificence of the girl. Her soft pink folds wrapped tight around his thick hard erection, her breasts hypnotizing him with their motion. He cupped them with both hands and massaged them gently but firmly. The muscles on his back were rippling with exertion as he shook the bed with the force of each powerful thrust. The sweat trickled down his back as the room became sweltering hot. He slowed down his stroke as he signaled for the rest of the room to join them; he could feel many hands touching him, and other hands reaching forward greedily to touch the one he had chosen, her mouth open, her body magnificent in sweet abandon, the sweat rolling off her in tiny beads. He would not take one of the other girls, though he knew they wanted him too, he was going to focus on the one he had chosen, he would make her his.
Draco pulled her up… 'Get on your knees!' he whispered aggressively into her ear, she complied, and with a single movement, their bodies were connected again, she was on her hands and knees, as Draco dove into her from behind. His body was curved over hers, his hands holding her breasts tightly as he felt her climax again, her threshold becoming hotter and wetter, with every wave of bittersweet release, he too felt the overwhelming sensation of agonizing pleasure. He began to thrust faster and faster as he too exploded with gratification, he filled her with his hot cum and collapsed panting heavily beside his masked beauty.
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The crowded bed, was swarming with the bodies of others basking in the glory of the physical form, they too, began to choreograph their own ballets, as the strength of their hormones took over, Draco looked around him at the zealous love making, boys and girls, girls and girls, boys and boys, all of them completely involved in the sensuality of the experience. His mind was clouded his eyes heavy, but he searched for the masked beauty he had chosen to perform with on this occasion. This was ritual and Draco was the best of the best. He wanted her, more then anything else, if this was the only way to have her, he would take it. In that instant he saw a lone figure in the shadows, a couple of meters from the edge of the enchanted bed. He crawled through the bodies that were intertwined, gently pulling away the arms that were intent on dragging him back to join them and made his way to the end of the bed. By the time he had made his way there, she had already made it to the door; with a single glance back to the centre of the chamber she was gone. Draco stood naked, staring at the place where she had gone; swiftly he picked up his robe and shot after her out that door.
It didn't take him long to find her again, she was walking quickly, silently through the hallways, Draco ran to catch up with her. 'Where are you going?' he asked quietly, she did not respond, 'I had a good time, did you?' the question seemed to come out rather awkwardly and he shut his mouth quickly. She nodded quickly and continued at the same pace, 'could you just stop!?' he whispered sharply as he grabbed her robed elbow. They had stopped beside a window over looking the lake, her eyes seemed shocked, though she did not speak, and they stood there staring at one another, Draco still holding her elbow tightly. She reached up, and Draco flinched, she sighed and tore off her mask. He did not relax though as she spoke.
'What do you expect me to say Malfoy? "Yes I had a pleasant time, getting the life fucked out of me!" you can't expect me to say much, I'm with Harry, tonight was all about the society, we aren't meant to talk about it outside of that room.' She tugged her arm away from his, 'so I would appreciate it if you left me to continue with my evening in peace.' And with this final statement she stepped away still facing him. Her eyes were still shielded by shadow, so Draco could not read what they had said. He remained cool, calm and collected, she would not be allowed to break him. In that same instant she had spun on the spot, her robe flashing smooth, creamy skin, and marched away without another word.
'Granger!' Hermione stopped halfway down the hall, Draco pointed at his mask, and she nodded swiftly, she quickly slipped her mask back on, and continued to walk away.
Her hair was swinging back and forth, thick, glossy, chocolate that smelled of honeysuckle, her proud shoulders, leading down to a narrow waist and a firm, round, behind. Her long, lean legs wrapped around him… he would dream of her again tonight, she was the ultimate prize and the Silk Society would hand her to him.