I had done it. Sneaking and deceit were second nature to me but I would have done anything to be closer to my prize, to smell her scent and see her in something other than her robes. The passwords and directions to the Gryffinfor common room were scribbled crudely on a bit of parchment that I held aloft in my hand, reading by a torch to ensure that I was going the right direction. I was.

Ever since that fateful night when Red had given herself over to the pleasure of my touch I was tormented with the need to see more of her. In class I would watch her and she knew I was staring, unashamed of herself and yet I knew that deep in that heart burned a hatred for me which only fueled her bitter desire for what I could give her. Outwardly we appeared to loathe one another no more or less than we had before I'd felt her spasm around my fingers but inside there was more. She was bitten and finally she began to taste the blood at the surface of the wound I had nursed for years.

I stood calmly in the shadows, patient and waiting for her to emerge from the portrait so that I could take her elsewhere…to my room. It had been over a month and only a few heated kisses had passed between us since our first sexual encounter and tonight I decided that she was going to be mine. The holiday was approaching, students were mostly abandoned from their dorms and waiting for the Hogwarts Express that night. The timing was perfect.

After an hour of vigilance I saw her unmistakable calf dip out of the portrait hole and bring the rest of her salacious body into the firelight. Clearing my throat I caught her attention and was met by her flashing gaze, burning hotly.

"Regulus," she began slowly, stepping closer so that the front of her was cloaked in the darkness that shielded me. I didn't leave her time to retaliate or think otherwise and leaned down for an uncharacteristically tender kiss, reading her tone as one of suspicion. My hand fitted over her cheek and did not hold or push her against me, as I wanted to do. This was a tactical move, one that would coax her into trusting me again. My tongue remained in my mouth and I stroked the softness of her coiling hair before gently nibbling her bottom lip and releasing her. We were Benedick and Beatrice; too wise to woo peaceably.

Instead of having to confront her with assertion, Red took up the reins and grabbed a handful of my hair tightly in her fist and crushed our lips together. I was surprised but recovered immediately and wrapped my arms around her, holding her head to mine as she lifted on her toes to reach me better. This was what I yearned for – to have her desire me as greatly as I desired her. She would beg for me by the time I was through with her.

In a dash I let her go and seized her hand, dragging her along with me down the corridor, down the grand staircase and into the dungeons. She followed easily in stride, her hunger growing as mine did. The hasty thrill was bubbling in her rapid footsteps, so much so that she didn't think to consider what she was doing – following her hated enemy into the Slytherin common room and then to a room with a lock and bolt.

I spoke the password and the bare stonewall lifted and allowed us passage into the common room, deep beneath the lake. The glow was emerald but I didn't allow enough time for her to take in the sights of the lounge in which I had often fantasized about her wrapped around me. My cock was already pushing at my jeans and I couldn't wait any longer now that she had crossed the final barrier.

Red was on my side of things for once. She had entered my world.

The corridors whizzed by until finally I withdrew a key and inserted into the lock of a great door. Pushing, I threw her inside and then slammed the door shut behind me, the echo of which was like the peal of dungeon bells.

I had barely turned from the door when I saw that Red had discarded her robe on my floor. She was on me quickly, pulling me towards the bed and pushing me over so that my back hit the soft sheets of green laid there pristinely. It was a sign of my lineage to bother with such niceties and it showed the great divide between us; a divide that Red clearly disregarded in her haste to satisfy herself.

Tearing off my robes she pushed them down my shoulders and straddled me, the all-consuming fire ever present under her flaming flesh. I lay still and allowed her to do as she pleased, smirking smugly and taking in the glory of finally having accomplished what I'd worked so hard to do. Red was going to bed with me and she was never going to be the same.

However, her haste was animalistic and unrefined and I had to stop her from ruining it all. I was not something to be used and then tossed. I would have my way with her in a savory manner and she was going to adhere to that.

With a sharp thrust of my hips I knocked the wind out of her and she collapsed onto my chest, her precious tits breaking her fall. Wrapping my arms around her and holding her to me, I scooted back on the bed and kicked my shoes off. Our mouths touched and she chomped my lower lip sharply, making it swell around the sound of my pained ecstasy. My hands smoothed over her back then up and around the swell of her round ass, and then drug her across my aching erection. She gasped and ground herself down on top of me, left breathless as my gasp sucked the air from her lungs.

The message was clear, slow down, and Red complied, teasing herself as she rocked around along the pressed length of my cock. I couldn't wait to release it and show her what she did to me but first I had to remove her clothing. The shirt tore easily between my two fists, ripping from the bottom hem to the top in a line that cut her breasts in half and left them just barely out of sight. She shrugged the bits of fabric off and I saw her tits again, my hands instantly rising to cover the taut little nipples. My mouth was watering at the sight of my shapely demon and I pinched her nipples roughly, pulling her down by them so that she lay flush on top of me. She gasped and slipped her hand up my shirt only to scrape her nails viciously down my chest and stomach, nearly taking my nipple off.

That was it.

I inhaled her lips, leaving her no room to negotiate. I didn't want to tame her lips or quell them but to take part of them with me when it was all over. I knew I could never have her, not in the way that I wanted to, but she was mine for now as her teeth pulled my lower lip into her mouth where she suckled like a newborn, and that was good enough for me.

We rolled so that I was over her and I quickly shed my shirt and pants, leaving only a thin pair of boxers that my cock easily peeked through. I snaked my hand in the small of her back and drug her hips closer to mine, crashing my weeping cock to her clothed little pussy.
Her hips rolled underneath mine, pressing her soft center against the unyielding hardness between my thighs and I groaned into her mouth. Flicking my tongue under her top lip, I licked across the seal of her gums and her lip and ground my erection into that delightful fleshy swell that her thin pajamas did little to disguise. Hearing her gasp in my ear as she felt my need press against hers ignited my desire to torment her with pleasure even more.

Sucking her tongue into my mouth I raked my teeth down the length of it just hard enough to present the thought of pain and was rewarded by a stifled moan.

I cast off the last of our clothes and before jumping back on her made sure to memorize the sight. Red Stone was naked in my bed, her pussy was dripping on my sheets and I'd barely touched her. Victory was mine at last and I would remember this day and the many more that followed for the rest of my life.

Her thatch of curls was neatly maintained, the lips free of hair with the mons covered in a patch. The folds of her swollen pussy glistened and begged to be touched and I could smell her musky fragrance, the scent of which triggered intuitive knowledge.

I lowered my head between her thighs and kissed her folds, gathering a large amount of wetness on my lips. Licking them I tasted her again, delectable as I remembered. Red gasped, her hands flying to my head and I grinned cruelly.

"Did he do this for you?" I asked, looking up at her arrogantly. Rising from between her thighs, I did not wait for her answer. From behind the four-poster I drew out a long ribbon and pinned her wrist to the bed in my steely grip, tying her in place easily. She struggled but there was a quality in her eye that I could tell was altogether aroused at the idea, though her chest heaved anxiously at being at my mercy.

"Don't worry," I soothed huskily as I repeated the motion with her other hand, overpowering her but not without great effort. She was soon secured in place with her arms over her head but her feet free. "You'll find I can be a very kind master. Now answer me," I insisted coldly, running my lips down her arm, over her armpit, and then to her left breast, which I suckled harshly into my mouth and then released, watching it bounce back into place. "Did your first lover ever do this?"

In accordance with my question I settled between her thighs again and lapped upwards with my pointed tongue, just barely moving her covered clit. Growling, she shook her head but that was not satisfactory and I leaned down to secure her clit between my teeth, squeezing just enough to hurt and then backing off. "I can't hear you," I called, releasing her nub from my mouth.

"Yes, he did," she replied defiantly, though her hips squirmed beneath me, a sign that she wanted more.

"And did he make you come?"

"No."

I grinned, knowing it was the truth. The last thing Red would do was lie in order to fatten my ego or please my ear and the truth was a symphony. Rewarding her honesty, I lapped up towards her clit a few times, circling the bundle before repeating the motion. Her reaction was priceless, her legs lifting to sit over my shoulders and open her lips more fully to me.

Two fingers spread the curtain of her labia and at last her little clit began to peak out of its hood. I tilted my head sideways and took a few quick darts with my tongue lengthwise and discovered that Red indeed preferred side to side.

I stopped, listening to the sound of her labored breathing, drinking in the sight of her perky breasts lifting towards the canopy of my bed in her pleasure.

"Tell me Red, what do you think about when you touch yourself," I asked, knowing the answer but yearning to hear the details.

This time she did not hesitate to answer me. Her legs draped over my shoulders and pulled me over to her pussy, wanting more.

"I imagine you over me, sucking my toes and fucking me hard," she answered breathily, straining against the ribbons to hold me but finding the knots too well tied. "Or your cock, I imagine sliding it in and out of my mouth until you come all over, saying my name."
I did not relent my assault on her clit, flicking sideways mostly, but paired with a great variety of up and down and circular motions. She didn't know it but she was squirting fluid onto my sheets every now and then, a fact that set my cock to full attention – I had something to remember her by. Proof that she had indeed been naked in my arms.

Her reply was sexy and it fueled my passion to please her even more.
"Do you ever think of riding me," I posed hurriedly, swift to put my tongue back into her scrumptious creases.

"Yes, I picture us in class after everyone is gone, my skirt pushed over my ass and your hands guiding me up and down your cock," she gasped as I pulled her clit into my mouth, suckling it fiercely, my tongue racing across in all directions, even my teeth gently scraping over her puffy nub. She cried out and thrashed but was held in place by the ribbons. Beyond words, I did not expect to hear any more from her but she surprised me and a stream of filthy words came from her mouth as I drug her closer and closer to climax.

"Oh fuck, I need your cock Reg-u-lusss…" she whimpered, her back arching at the same time I brought my hand up to her wetness. Her thighs were pressed against my ears and I had to wrap my arm around them to make room. Pushing two fingers in I fucked her and sucked her clit, educing a strained groan from Red, whose mouth did not cease, much to my pleasure. "God yes, claim me you fucking prick, fuck me…harder, OH!" The torrent of obscenities died into a low howl as I felt her seize on my fingers again, saturating my hand with her come which I couldn't wait to lap up as soon as she rode her orgasm out.

Pulling my fingers from her tightness drew a long line of cream that I brought to my lips and suckled off. I then greedily drank the excess juice that she had created until my head felt light from the pleasure. Though she twitched and tried to wiggle away from me I held her in place and cleaned her thoroughly, though my tongue only drew out more juice from her readied core...