Molly stared at the devil, his eyes were a bluish grey, and his hair was a very dark brown. It scared her how much he attracted her. He was bad. She and her husband and the rest of the order, they all fought to end his tyranny, and yet here she was, about to make the biggest sin of her life. Well, in fact, in her eyes it was several sins. He was the very personification of evil.
Adultery. Arthur didn't deserve her cheating, but she knew despite how much she tried to fight it, she was going to give in, he had cast an odd spell over her.
She felt his arms wrap around her waist and he pulled her in closely and kissed her neck lightly. She whimpered and pressed her hands against his chest, hoping to push him away, but he held tighter, digging his jagged nails into her skin and biting her neck. She looked down as she felt the heavy presence of Nagini, his snake familiar.
She whimpered and tried to scream but nothing came.
He pulled out his wand and dragged it along the hem of her dress where the bottom of the torso and the top of the skirt met. The fabric severed as if it were being cut by scissors. It fell to the floor beneath her. She watched as Nagini left, making a horrible hiss, it terrified her and slid a chill down her spine.
He pushed her down and pointed his wand at her with a terrifyingly malicious glint in his eyes which were slowly darkening. She whimpered as he stared down at her, his eyes dancing with excitement.
"Crucio!" he shouted and pain flew through her. Agonizingly excruciating and she screamed, begging internally for it to end. He grinned as his eyes widened and that sadistic grin grew.
The curse fell and he knelt down before her as she panted from the pain, he smiled and kissed her neck and slowly down her chest, sliding his wand over the fabric of her top, slicing it in two. She whimpered as his fingers played with her sensitivity. Her thighs began to quiver as he slid two fingers inside and gently bit one of her nipples, sucking on it and teasing it with his teeth and tongue.
Then he pulled away and unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, and then pressed it into her. She whimpered and bit her lip as he began to thrust into her. She was determined not to give him the satisfaction, but her refusal to react enraged him. He slapped her across the face and turned her over so she was pinned against the floor, and then took her viciously; his actions demanded a reaction, which he quickly got.
It started with a shriek of pain, but then slipped into a hungry moan. He laughed darkly as she whimpered and moaned, begging for more.
She gave into her dark temptation, and let him take her; let him have her, let him make her his toy. That's what she felt like, and to him, that's what she was.
"You're a terrible housewife," he whispered to her between pants of exhaustion as he raked his nails down her back, leaving deep scratches that caused her to bleed.
She whimpered and closed her eyes, it was true, she was a terrible housewife, and this little fiasco, proved that all too well.
He pulled out after a final thrust with a satisfied moan. He then threw a black robe on her legs and she looked at him, "Consider that they only grateful thing I'll ever do for you," he snarled, "Now get out of here, and go back to playing the pathetic housewife you are," he spat before turning and walking away, she felt hot tears streaking down her face as he walked away. She pulled the robe on and tied it tight around her body before running out of the place. She Disapparated and appeared outside of her house and ran to the bathroom quickly and showered off the stain of the terrifying day. Never again, could she fully look Arthur in the eye. Her housewife status had just been tainted by the monster they were fighting.