High Commander

By AuraAuthor

Trigger: Questionable Consent

"You've done well Draco," Tom Riddle said from his perch at the head of the long dining room table. "So well that I feel you deserve a reward."

"I'm doing my job sir," Draco said with a nod. "It is my honor to serve as your high commander. The honor of the title is reward enough."

"Spoke like a true soldier for the cause," Tom said with a chuckle. "But regardless, your work has been impeccable and without you our journey to power would have ended a long time ago."

Draco didn't speak, but only gave a short nod.

"Ask for her Draco," Tom said quietly. "We both know that she is what you want, so ask."

Draco maintained eye contact as he spoke. "I may want her but I don't deserve her sir. She would never have me willingly and I would never force her to be mine."

Tom chuckled again. "My dear boy," Draco snorted at the term but Tom ignored him, "none of us deserve anything except a slow burn in hell. We take what we want or we'll never have anything that is important to us in this life."

"I…," Draco faltered, "I can't force her sir."

"You won't have too," Tom said with a nod. "She'll be begging you to help her before the night is through. Go, you'll find she is already waiting for your arrival."

Draco swallowed but knew better than to argue with his leader. If she really was in his chambers, he would protect her until he could set her free. Maybe that would be something that she could count towards a positive view of his dark soul.

MMMMM

When he arrived at his chambers he stopped before opening the door. The thought that she was possibly on the other side was enough to make him want to run the other way. He took a slow breath to calm his racing heart and unlocked the door with his spoken password.

His living space was cluttered with books and maps. It was chaos, but the chaos was controlled. He didn't see her at first because she was seated on the floor next to his leather sofa. She was leaning against the side of the couch and she took his breath away. "Where the fuck have you been?" she yelled at him!

Her response shook him slightly. "Pardon me madame?"

She gripped the arm of the sofa and pulled herself to standing. He noticed she was shaking as she stood and her skin was covered with a lovely blush. She was dressed in a loose cream silk chemise that hung from her body. She appeared to be nude beneath the garment and his cock twitched at the thought. "You… have… to… help… me… Draco," she groaned out. "Please! They… they put it in my tea! I… I didn't… I didn't know!"

Draco stared at her confused. "Hermione? What are you talking about?"

Hermione groaned and threw her head back, her hair flying wildly about her lovely face. "Please Draco! Help me!"

She climbed over the arm of the sofa and attempted to settle herself but she couldn't seem to get comfortable. She writhed in a provocative fashion that he knew was not intentional. "Hermione?" he asked. "I'm not sure how to help you. What did they give you? What did they put in your tea?"

"You've… I… I need you to touch me Draco. I can't… I can't quite reach the spot. Please Draco!"

Draco had found himself drifting closer to the couch as she spoke. He wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but it was obvious she was in distress. "What can I do to help you Hermione?"

She lay back against the sofa and spread her legs. He had a full view of her beautiful dripping cunt and his cock sprang to complete attention. She ran her hands up and down her thighs. "I need you to… to touch me Draco," she moved a finger along her slit. "I can't reach the spot. This is miserable Draco! Please!"

Draco was still confused but he joined her on the sofa, sitting between her spread thighs. "What do you need Hermione?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"Your fingers," she hissed out as she moved her hips and stroked her thighs. "Your fingers inside me Draco! Find the spot, please! Your fingers are long enough to reach!"

Draco turned and stared at her cunt. It was dripping with her arousal. He reached for her slowly and she moaned loudly as his fingers brushed her outer lips. He looked up at her, still writhing and flushed on the couch. "Here Hermione?" he said, teasing her slightly by dragging his finger along her wet slit.

"Yes!" she hissed. "Inside me! Please!"

He eased one long finger into her core and she moaned loudly. He withdrew his finger slowly before replacing it with two. Her clitoris was jutted out from beneath its normal hood of skin and he had an idea of what they had put in her tea. "Quick or slow?" he asked softly.

"Quick," she groaned out.

He nodded and ran his thumb over her clitoris while curling his fingers inside of her and pressing hard against the spongy place that she just couldn't quite reach. "Yessss," she moaned out, bucking her hips to meet his hand.

He began to work his fingers slowly, massaging the little bundle of nerves that begged for his attention and pressing against that special spot within her walls. "Come on Hermione," he said huskily, "use my fingers to get relief."

She reached down to hold his hand in place and began to fuck herself against his fingers. His cock was ridiculously hard and he wanted nothing more than to drive it deep within her, but he refrained. He wasn't a complete monster.

He felt the little flutters begin around his fingers and hissed when her walls clamped down. Her mouth was open wide and her other hand was tangled in her hair as she rode out her orgasm. She was the epitome of perfection, beauty, and sex all rolled into one and his heart ached watching her. She panted as the fierceness of the orgasm subsided. Suddenly her eyes were open and she was glaring at him. "You!" she growled out at him.

She kicked his arm and pushed back from him quickly before hopping back over the arm of the sofa. He watched her for a moment, but he couldn't help but shift his gaze to the fingers that had just been inside of her sweet center. His fingers were still slick with her arousal and he drew them up to his nose to inhale her scent. "Don't," she squeaked out.

"What?" he asked, bringing his eyes to hers.

"Don't. Don't do that Malfoy," she hissed out.

Her knuckles were white from her grip on the arm of the sofa. "What did they do to you Hermione?" he asked sincerely.

"As if you didn't know!" she yelled at him.

He shook his head. "I don't know what they did love. The captain said that I was to receive an award for all of my acts and he knew it was you that I would want, but I didn't have anything to do with this state of being." He held his hands up in front of himself in a defensive stance. "He told me my reward was waiting in my chambers. I hoped it was you, but I couldn't be sure. I never asked for you Hermione," he said softly.

She growled. "Oh fuck," she groaned out, "it's starting again."

His eyes went wide. "They didn't," he growled. "They couldn't have!"

"Couldn't have what Malfoy?" she gritted out.

"They couldn't have dosed you with Afrodor. It's, well, it's inhumane."

"Couldn't they have Malfoy? What did you ask him for?"

Draco stared at her. "Nothing."

She hissed. "But he knew you wanted me; how did he know?"

Draco frowned. "He knew that I wanted you because he has seen you in my thoughts," he whispered. "He has seen my desire for you and the expectation that you would never return the desire."

Hermione moaned loudly and rocked her hips back and forth trying to find friction. "Hermione," he said gently, "you know what the Afrodor does to your body. You know that there's only one way that the heat and hurt can be eased."

"No," she growled out. "I won't do it, not with you!"

He sighed. "Would you like me to find someone else then? I'm sure one of the other ranked members would love to fuck you raw. Of course, he wouldn't be interested in you finding an end to this drug. He would only want to use you as a cum bucket. It might take more than one man to satisfy your needs because so many of the soldiers are inexperienced in the art of sex."

She glared at him and he could see the blush covering her face and chest again. "I'll… I'll handle it myself," she hissed out, but she didn't sound convinced.

He stood from the couch and moved towards her. He moved to stand behind her and she moaned when he lifted the hem of her chemise and stared at her core. He gently sunk his fingers back into her body and began to massage that place inside of her that she couldn't quite reach on her own. "Let me help you," he purred at her. "I'll take the edge off again and then you can decide."

He began fuck her with his fingers, curling them to reach that spot that craved his touch. He brushed his thumb over her clitoris in a circular pattern that soon had her clenching around his fingers again. As she moaned out her orgasm, he grinned. This was not the ideal way to have her, but he could have her none the less. She needed him.

As the ripples inside of her walls stilled, he leaned over her back and brushed his other hand along her spine. "Let me help you Hermione," he cooed at her. "You need me and you need my cock. Please let me help you through the effects of the drug."

His fingers were still inside of her, stroking her slowly. "I can ease the effects with my fingers, but if you let me help you, really help you, I can take the heat and desire away. I can fuck you in any way that you'll let me and I can help you overcome the effects."

She groaned as he pulled his fingers free of her core. "Let me help you love," he said, running his hand along her arse and holding her in place. "Please Hermione," he whispered.

He could hear her thinking. He wasn't sure just what she was thinking, but he could hear her mind whirring with the pros and cons of accepting his offer. "You need to decide love," he purred. "This reprieve will be short and there is only so much my fingers can do to relieve your need."

He could see the blush rising up her shoulders again. The heat was starting once more. "Hermione?" he asked.

"Just do it," she moaned out, making him grin.

To be continued….