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Hogwarts: Demonology
Task Five - Write about an affair
Hogwarts: 365 Prompts
Prompt - Slave
warnings for sexual content and infidelity.
The Same Thing
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Lucius waited. She would come. He knew she would come. It was always the same. Both of them would sneak away from their spouses for some fun hidden in the shadows. He would kiss her and touch her, make her scream out in pleasure. And after the ecstasy faded from her gaze, she'd get self-righteous. She would yell at him and tell him it would never happen again. That he was disgusting, and she felt filthy even talking to him, never mind doing that.
It was the same thing each and every time. Always the same day of the week. The same time. The same everything.
She might try to deny it, but she was a slave to her desire for him.
He closed his eyes as he reclined on the bed in the seedy room at the unknown pub he found. He was already undressed with the sheet covering his bottom half, but his muscular chest was bare for all eyes.
The door opened with a soft click. "About time you got here."
"Presumptuous, aren't you?" Andromeda asked.
He opened his eyes, gazing at her body hungrily. Her form was perfect. Not as curvy as Narcissa, but she was beautiful with breasts that fit so wonderfully in his hands. And he loved to play them. "Do we have to do this game every time? We know how it ends."
Andromeda's eyes were glued to his sheet-covered groin. The sheet itself was starting to rise as his body woke up at the sight of his lover. She licked her lips.
He smirked. He moved the sheet out of the way and without any shame, Lucius stood up, proudly displaying his body. "What are you waiting for?"
She finally came to him, and their mouths met with need. Andromeda's dress was shed from her lovely body and his hands found her perfect breasts. She moaned and writhed, arching against his erection.
Her fingernails clawed down his chest, going to her prize, and she gripped the head of his prick, giving it a firm squeeze.
He groaned, thrusting in her hand. "So good," he murmured.
They fell down onto the bed, and their cries of pleasure rang clear as their bodies came together in a rhythm that only happened with two people that intimately knew each other from experience.
When it was all over, Andromeda didn't even bask in the aftermath of a good shag. She quickly sat up. "This will never happen again," she vowed.
"Of course it won't," Lucius agreed. He knew it was a lie, though. They'd meet again next Thursday, this time at a different unknown pub.
It was the same thing every week.
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