Chapter 4: Viktor Returns the Favor
It was late at the Ministry a few nights afterwards. Hermione was striving to meet a deadline and had told herself she would not leave for home until this latest report was complete. She wouldn't be at all surprised if she was the only one left in the entire Ministry at this point, nearing midnight.
"Hermione."
She leapt out of her seat and whipped out her wand. Lumos had barely activated before she felt arms pull her in, lips crash against hers. She let out a muffled squeal of outrage, but then the lips drew away and she finally got a good look. She was shocked. It was Viktor! What was he doing here so late? He didn't even work here!
Viktor suddenly kissed her again, insistently. They broke apart, but he remained quite close.
"Open your mouth," the Bulgarian hissed lustily. "Open your mouth, open it! Open it!" Hermione silently parted her lips for him as his mouth drew back to, hovered over hers. "Open it….."
The last was nearly muffled as Hermione's and Viktor's lips sealed over each other's in a heated kiss. Hermione felt his tongue storm her mouth, then coax her own into his mouth to dance and intertwine.
Breathing deeply through her nose, Hermione let her hand curl up around Viktor's neck, playing in his hair.
Re-seizing control, Viktor bent Hermione back over her desk. His large hands slunk up her thigh, towards her dripping wet pussy. Hermione let out something between a gasp and a sigh, as she spread her legs wide for him, at the command of his touch. That done, Viktor pulled down her top to expose her bra, before removing this also and latching his mouth onto her now-bare breasts and beginning to suckle.
Hermione, meanwhile, struggled desperately for Viktor's belt buckle, finally working it free, and yanking down his pants. Viktor's member teased her folds for a moment before sheathing inside of her. They bounced in furious heat, the desk right along with them. Between searing kisses with her lover, Hermione moaned like a whore. Pretty soon, Viktor's thrusts into her became more violent, more desperate; his breathing became shallower as he tired. At last, he groaned like a beast and ejaculated inside Hermione's vagina. Shuddering with the release, his sweaty, silky body flopped on top of her and, with an exhausted growl, he moved no more.
Hermione lay there, panting, her eyes wide as though she were in shock. She knew she shouldn't be; she and Viktor had made love in her bed, after all. She was widowed, available - still sexually viable, certainly, if she was able to please Viktor Krum so. Yet, there was a gnawing feeling she could not shake - and once she had put it into clear thoughts, she wanted to cry.
"Viktor?" she whispered. "Have I…. betrayed him? My husband? By sleeping with you?"
A still recovering Viktor raised his head from where he had let it hang in the valley of her breasts. "Vhat do you mean, my love?"
Hermione gave a sad smile. "Merlin, I hope he isn't watching now from somewhere…. Ron was so insanely jealous of you, you know. When you took me to the Yule Ball. He…." she giggled. "He was such a fan of yours that he even had a little model toy of you - and he ended up smashing it to bits!"
Viktor raised an eyebrow, amused. "He did?" She nodded. "Huh. Vell…. I'm impressed. His love for you outweighing admiration of me. That explains vhy he vas so eager, then, to get my autograph!"
They laughed. Viktor kissed Hermione gently.
"No, my love. Vherever he is, Ronald vould vant you to be happy…. even if it is vith a former rival."
