Afrodor

By AuraAuthor

Trigger: Consent is very questionable

"Let me help you Hermione," the high commander said from behind her and she grimaced.

She knew the drug wasn't going to wear off for hours and since she was unsure of the dosage it might be days before she came down from the high. High, she scoffed to herself, whoever thought this was a high was sadly mistaken. She glanced over her shoulder and saw his face staring in-between her legs. She felt him pull his fingers from inside her and groaned in frustration.

"You need to decide love," he purred at her making her think he was doing her a favor. "This reprieve will be short and there is only so much my fingers can do to relieve your need."

She could feel her body begin to change again. The heat was starting once more and it would only be moments before she required him to help her orgasm. This was inhumane. The other side had always been humane when dealing with members of the order, but not in this case. She was going to give him something that she could never get back. "Hermione?" he asked.

The heat and discomfort between her thighs was getting worse. She had tried to take care of herself before he arrived, but it was like her body knew it was her own fingers trying to coax the orgasm from her core. Would it be better if she allowed him to take this further? Would she have more than just a few minutes in-between the heats. She began to feel insanely hot and her thighs began to quake. She had to have relief and she wanted to make the decision before she was so overcome with lust.

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

"Not here," he said quickly before pulling her back against him and toting her bridal style into the bedroom of his chambers.

Her skin was hot against him and he could smell her arousal beneath the chemise. "Draco," she moaned out, and he tossed her onto the bed.

He ripped the chemise down the center and pulled it away from her body. "Hermione," he hissed out.

He crawled onto the large four poster bed and knelt between her legs. He pushed her knees apart and growled at the wet he found at her cunt. "Draco," she hissed again, and the sound of his given name on her lips almost made him come in his pants like a teenager.

He moved two fingers to her cunt and began to curl them again, but instead of putting pressure on her clitoris with his thumb, he used his tongue. His mouth felt insane against her and she couldn't help but thrust her hips to meet his fingers. His blond hair was all she could see as she rocked and writhed beneath him, but he didn't try to stop her movements. No, in fact his head moved with her as he licked and sucked at her most sensitive part. "Draco," she groaned out as she clamped her thighs on either side of his head.

He rode out her orgasm with her and kept licking and sucking until she was sated once again. When she relaxed her thighs around him, he removed himself from between her legs and stripped quickly. He used his uniform top to wipe his face clean of her juices and thought it was fitting considering that it was his position that landed her in this place. He moved back onto the bed and hovered over her slightly, before taking a taut nipple into his mouth and suckling. She moaned and threaded her fingers into his hair to press him closer to her breast.

He suckled at her breast for several moments before he moved up to her mouth and joined their lips together. The feel of his erection brushing against her nether lips made her moan and Draco took advantage of her open mouth by sweeping his tongue inside. He tangled one hand in her hair and supported his weight with the other as he kissed her thoroughly. "Hermione," he sighed as he peppered her face with kisses. "This is not how I wanted to have you for the first time, but I can't let anyone else enjoy you in this state. Do you understand?"

She opened her brown eyes that held pupils blown wide with lust and desire. She licked her lips and pulled his face back to hers for another passionate kiss. "Draco please," she murmured, "before it starts to burn again. I need you!" she said against his lips.

He snarled loudly at her words before rocking back and positioning himself at her entrance. He surged forward until he was fully sheathed inside of her, noticing the resistant he met on entry. "Hermione?" he asked looking up at her with concern.

"It's fine, it's fine, please move," she groaned out.

He pulled back gently and began to thrust forward, but she wouldn't allow him to go slow. She dug her heels into the bed and moved her hips upward to meet his pelvis. "Hermione," he hissed out.

"Need you… now," was her answer.

Draco gave in then to his basic instincts and began to thrust into her with abandon. His hips snapped back and forth and hers joined the rhythm like a normal, natural occurrence. She began to buck against him and when he felt her go rigid beneath him, he knew he could allow himself to come. He thrust into her tight channel three more times before filling her with his seed. He collapsed on top of her briefly before rolling himself to her side.

His come would slow the effects of the Afrodor and he would hopefully be able to recover in order to fuck her again when the next heat presented itself. "Hermione," he whispered before pulling her face to his and kissing her softly. "Are you okay?"

She huffed slightly. "Until the next wave. Do we have some time before it hits you suppose?"

He smiled at her cockily. "My semen will help to calm the heat and hopefully give me time to recover before you need me again."

"Why in the bloody hell was this shit invented? Who could possibly benefit from this type of drug?" she ground out angrily.

"It was meant to help the procreation efforts after the first war, but has since gone out of use. I still can't believe they dosed you with it today. Who did you have tea with?" he asked stroking her cheek gently.

"I had tea here, after they took me from the shop," she answered. "I left with Crabbe and Goyle willingly so that they wouldn't hurt Rosmerta or Candice. I guess I should have fought them off, bastards."

"They didn't fix your tea Hermione. They aren't smart enough to concoct a plane like this one," he brushed a hand over an erect nipple and she gasped. "Who served the tea?"

"One of the maids brought in the tray," she answered squirming a little under his touch.

"I'll investigate. This is inhumane and not how we do things in Voldemort's army."

"You've benefited from the drug. Why do you care?" she grumbled.

"This was not how I wanted you Hermione. I wanted you willing and able, but I'll be damned if I allow another man to help you through this issue. I'm selfish. I want you all for myself."

She grimaced and looked away from him. She could feel her core tingling again and she knew a new heat was starting. "Speaking of just myself," he said stroking a long finger down her breast bone. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"

"Noticed, that did you?" she asked. "I wasn't sure you could tell."

"I noticed. I definitely noticed. I would have gone slower had I known. I just never imagined that you would still be intact. I figured working so closely with Potter or the Weasley brood one of them would have taken the prize by now."

She glared at him. "Instead you had to make the sacrifice to pop my cherry," she hissed.

He smirked. "A sacrifice I would gladly make again."

A lovely blush crept over her cheeks and he would have typically assumed that she was blushing over his statements, but he knew better. The heat was returning and his cock wasn't ready. "I'll have to entertain you with my fingers for a little bit Hermione."

She hissed and rolled her hips. "Please Draco, make it stop!"

He hated the drug and what it was doing to her, but he loved that he got to be the one to take her over and over until it was finished.

"Don't worry love," he murmured moving back between her legs, "I'll take good care of you."

~FIN~