A/N: Hey guys. Well, here's something out of the ordinary. a Blackcest pariing (omggg let's flameee). Yeah I know, I wasn't expecting to deal with this either, but after reading so much up on it, I had to have a piece of it myself.
This is a small, three part one-shot of a Dracotrix pairing. Dedicated to everyone at H-W who has become obsessed with this pairing xD. Let me know what you think, alright? Reviews mean more smut ;) hehe, Enjoy!
-Felicia
Black Forest
"Fuck me," she teased, the very essence of lust, lingering upon her last word.
"I told you before, and I'll tell you again. Never," He coldly replied. The palms of his hands began to sweat. He was not used to such uncomfortable positions.
"Oh but you know you would, no matter how deceitful you may think you seem," She was circling him now, eyeing his every move, "You cannot fool me." Her voice was low, and dark, almost threatening.
"I –I – I can't. It's wrong." He stuttered; he was aware of how quickly he began losing control around her. It was far too easy, almost pathetic, at how quickly his boldness turned to a pathetic excuse, succumbing to her power, like a finishing candle on the brink of burning out.
She chuckled darkly, continuing her advance around him, encircling him as if ready to pounce on her juicy prey, "Draco, my dear," she began, toying with his dark robes, caressing the material upon his shoulders, "since when do people such as ourselves, ever do what is right?"
He did not ponder the answer to that question. He did not bother to search for a counter, for regardless, he knew there was none. The only thing he could focus on was the way in which her porcelain hands glided over him, how her soft skin seemed so delectable in its own right, how easily he was beginning to feel lost in her presence.
They were followers of the darkest wizard known to ever walk the Wizarding World. When was the last time he did what was right and not what was expected? Never. Why should this have been any different?
It frightened him. And it frightened him that despite his attempts, she was correct.
"I thought so." She replied smugly, knowingly triumphant at succeeding against him. "You know I'm right, just admit it."
She turned to face him now, stopping her pacing. He didn't dare look her in the eyes, he wasn't ready to face her completely, yet.
He could not move, could not escape, could not run or flee or hide or Apparate from her sight. His mind was far overpowered by the way in which his body would not let him do what it wanted. They were in two completely different directions, and yet she was still standing there in front of him, waiting to see what he would do. She eyed him up and down, savoring his form with the lick of her plump lips.
Only then, after realizing that she was closer than he would have ever wanted her to be, did he snap to reality, hypnotized by the closeness of her luscious breasts, and the appeal of her cruel tongue. Only then, did he realize how much her mere scent teased him with desire; he could not deny his hunger any longer.
So when she finally closed her hand upon the newly bulging part of his lower half, when even between his clothes he was clearly enticed beyond belief, he was not frightened by the vigor in which her husky voice, finally replied, "You want me."
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The more reviews, the more smut you get! hehe! and don't worry guys, I WILL be updating "In the Shadows of Endless Night Time" (a bellamort fic) pretty soon. I''ve just been busy with unpacking and getting back into the rhythm of things after returning from vacation.
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