Author's Note: I believe the crux is not the level of heat at the end, but how we arrive at that heat. This is somewhat a complete story and not just rushing to the good stuff. Having said that, if quick stroke stories are what you prefer, this work might not be to your taste. Also, this story is from a first-person POV, specifically the female lead character. I'll also warn that hardcore BDSM factors into this tale. Now onto the story, hope you enjoy it.

Forsaken.

Monday night...

Fleur POV

I jerked awake and cast a Tempus to see that it was eleven-thirty. I sighed disgustedly, here we go again. William had told me he would be in by ten-thirty and I had fallen asleep waiting for him. I don't know why I thought tonight would be different. Maybe because when I had walked into his office in Gringotts and after opening my robe, playfully flashed him the hot little black and red bra and panties I had just bought, he had smiled and told me that I looked hot. Then again, I should have known better. As soon as I had told him that he should show me how hot he thought I was, he had made a show of holding up some items and saying that he had to finish some work.

I had resisted the urge to ask him when he thought he might find some time to work on me, but held back. That would have led to another argument and guarantee that there would be no chance at sex. Instead, I had briefly considered dropping to my knees, sucking on his cock, and then hopping on. No matter how engrossed in his work he was, William had never seemed to turn down my mouth. I quickly shook off that thought and with a forced smile and a "Don't be too long, William," I walked out of the room.

"Maybe a few weeks ago I'd have used my mouth to entice him, but why the hell should I? Would it kill him to come onto me for once?" I wondered if he was still working or just trying to outlast me. That had been the pattern over the past few months - I'd go to bed hopeful and eventually get tired of waiting and fall asleep. I would wake up when he slid into bed and would either be too tired to go after him, or he would claim he was exhausted.

The last few months; as it had countless times lately, the thought of what had changed during that time entered my mind. Up until this point, William and I had had an okay sex life. Maybe not as hot as I would have liked it, but I had come to terms with the fact that I had a higher sex drive than he did and thus, didn't mind killing some urges here and there by myself when he wasn't in the mood. Then, William got promoted. The money was slightly better, but the work got more difficult, the hours long and since then, our bedroom activities had all but ceased.

In fact, the once a week I could sometimes get out of him was so formulaic and unsatisfying, I didn't know why I kept looking for it. Some nights, it was as if William was forcing himself to fuck me. A quick suck on my nipples, sliding his fingers up and down my clit as if he was petting a dog, and then either rolling over on me or rolling me over and fucking me for what - if I were lucky these days, a couple of minutes. During the three years that we had been married, William had been pretty affectionate in the first one, but now I was lucky to get a kiss goodbye, a hello or goodnight.

Disinterested was the word I would use. However, when I had spoken to my best friend Caroline about it, she used another word - Affair. According to her, all the signs were there; a promotion meant meeting new people. William was leaving earlier, working later and was now taking dinner mostly away and had started to work on weekends as well. Caroline had point-blank told me what she thought - it was some client with an assignment with Gringotts, and a female one at that.

I told her that William would never do that to me. We might be struggling with his new lifestyle, but he would never hurt me that way. As much as I denied them, Caroline's remarks did concern me enough to speak to my sister-friend Tonks about it. Tonks, who was four years older than me and whose husband was a few years older than her, brought up the simple fact of a physical issue and their shared lycan background. William was seven years my senior and we still had no kids after three years of marriage, and where my sex drive seemed to be increasing, he was going in the other direction.

William had also put on weight, didn't eat right, was under a lot of stress from work and always seemed stressed. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that that was true. Especially when Tonks pointed out that a guy would rather make any excuse in the book to cover up the fact that he couldn't get it upright anymore. She had suggested I keep trying and that was what I'd been doing. I'd tried everything from giving him a nice massage to relax him, to new lingerie, to even one night on a whim dressing up in an old veela cheerleader costume.

Each time I'd gotten some, but it was quicker than it used to be and except for the time with the cheerleader outfit, I'd had to really spend a lot of time using my mouth to get him fully hard. That of course led to the sex being quick. Lying there getting frustrated despite my best efforts not to be, I thought of the other half of the problem. William was making no effort to make me happy. It was weeks since he'd gone down on me and even then, he'd looked as if he wanted to roll his eyes. Every time he got off quick, I would ask him to make me cum and he would, but as if he were going through the motions.

The last time he'd sucked on my nipple while stroking my clit and when I opened my eyes he was staring off into space as if he weren't even interested in fondling his wife's pussy. Things like that were making it tougher and tougher to hang in there without point blank saying, "I think you need to start taking some potions." It's not like I minded masturbating here and there. In fact, sometimes a nice long playful session could be fun even when I was getting some, but to rely on it was another story. I was too into sex to be happy with the only hard thing ever being in there a conjured dildo.

I turned my head at the sound of the floorboard creaking in the hallway. I heard the bathroom door and knew William would be coming in soon. Part of me wanted to just say forget it; he was dodging me, but damn it I was horny! Deciding to try again, I kicked the sheet off and stretched out in the middle of the bed. Turning my head towards the bureau I looked at my reflection in the long mirror over it. It wasn't as if I were unattractive, far from it. Despite bring a veela, I used to work out every morning. That regiment had kept my long legs looking good, my ass nice and firm, my gravity-defying breasts soft and more than a handful, and my stomach was nice and flat.

Add to that my long blonde hair and blue eyes and I always noticed a lot of men looking at me with lust. If William was suffering from a lack of desire, I certainly didn't feel responsible for it. Never mind the fact that there was little I wouldn't do. The only thing I'd ever turned William down for was anal sex. Even with that, I would let him slip a finger in now and then. I just didn't like the idea of a cock up there. I heard the bathroom door open and, on a whim, leaned up and reaching back, removed my bra and tossed it to the floor.

I put my arms over my head, further pushing my tits out and spread my legs open. My tits were more than big enough, and even then, they were still high and firm. Reaching up, I gave my little pink nipple a playful pinch to make sure they were hard and waited for William to come in and see me spread out for him, wearing only the skimpy thong. The red lace barely covered my freshly shaved pussy and despite my recent lack of success, just lying on the bed like this was getting me wet.

The door opened slowly as William was no doubt trying to enter silently and when he appeared, his initial reaction was to stop and stare. I smiled as I watched his eyes trail up and down my body. I would have done the same, but in the shapeless black sweat pants and baggy t-shirt he was wearing, it wasn't like I was getting a great view. William closed the door behind him and walking to the foot of the bed, said, "Wow Fleur I..."

"I like that reaction," I interrupted him with a laugh.

"I thought you'd be sleeping, it's almost midnight," He finished.

William walked over to his side of the bed and picking up a rune kit began to set it.

"'Wow, Fleur, you look hot!' Was a little more of what I was looking for," I said disgustedly as I rolled over onto my side to watch him.

"You do look hot," William said without turning around. "By the way, I have to go in for seven tomorrow."

"That sounded sincere," I sighed, "And since when do curse breakers start at seven in the morning?"

"Since we're behind on the excavation and need to have something for a report at noon." He replied, putting the clock down and sitting on the bed his back to me.

"William?"

"Yes, Fleur?"

"Am I so bad to look at you have to keep your back to me?"

I'd said it with more emotion than I'd wanted to. I was pissed and I was fine with him knowing that, but the words had come out framed in the hurt that I felt.

"Of course not."

I guess there was something to be said for guilt, as rolling over onto his side to face me, he kissed my cheek and said, "Fleur you are as beautiful and sexy as you were back when I met you."

"You don't make me feel that way anymore." I meant what I said, but this time gave him a pout.

The pout used to be my deadliest weapon when we fooled around. My lips were soft and full and if I do say myself, quite talented. My pout would always make William envision me pouting over his cock and he could never turn it down. That is, until now.

"Fleur please, just because we haven't been having sex as much doesn't mean I don't think you're..."

"As much? Try not at all lately." I said shaking my head, "William can I ask you something?"

"There's no one else Fleur!" he snapped, "Merlin, I mean..."

"That's not what I was going to ask." I said softly as warning bells and Caroline's voice went off in my head, "Why would you think that?"

"I... because I guess that's what men and women think when you know...things slow down."

William hadn't hesitated at all and I felt a flood of relief. He'd never been a good liar so at least I could relax about another woman. So, it was time to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

"What I was going to ask you is if you need help."

"Help?"

"Yeah, like..." I shrugged, "Potions or something."

"You think I can't get it up?" he asked rolling his eyes, "I'm tired from work and stressed and because I'm not all over you, I need fucking supplement potions?" he grunted, "Little full of yourself, aren't you, Fleur? Sorry if I'm not hard at the sound of your voice."

"I used to be full of you!" I snapped, "Now I got a draw full of desire and I'm not full of myself, but I'm lying here with my tits a foot from your face and you're not even looking at them."

"I've been looking at them for three years now, I..."

"Oh, I'm sorry! Should I get new ones? These aren't good enough anymore?"

"That's not what I meant." He sighed, "But you're pissed and there's no point in explaining anything, think what you want."

Sitting up, he pulled the sheet up and lying on his back, closed his eyes. "Besides," he said, reaching out to shut the lamp off without opening his eyes, "If you need your tits stared at, Potter would love to do that every time you meet, so you do have a fan."

"How dare you!" I growled at him. "Don't you mention him and make it sound like I'm doing something wrong! Harry has done so much for us all."

"I work remember? And Potter is not some saint you are making him out to be, he has helped people out just because he's hoping to get some action, preferably with you. Don't think I don't know about that fling the two of you had when he saved your sister."

I started to speak and forced myself not to. I wouldn't be baited. Granted there was a part of me that wondered if Harry was still into me. I once again wondered if something could've come out of our fling, but both of us had different priorities and neither of us tried to reach for something more. He was always courteous and although he was two years younger than me, he was pretty damn good, I knew from personal experience. I'd be lying to say that it wasn't a turn on, but then again, he might not feel that way anymore and it was just William's old jealousy rearing its head back.

William was quiet and I was prepared to roll over and call tonight for what it was; another failure. Just before I did, I caught sight of the picture of the two of us on the nightstand. It was taken on our first anniversary and we were on the beach, William was beside me, his arm around my shoulder and we were smiling and waving into the camera. We had never fought like this. I needed to relax and keep trying. I'd never wanted to be one of those couples who lost their spark.

"I'm not easy, William. He's a good man but whatever we had is in the past. I'm sure he's over it."

William didn't respond and at first, I thought he was going to feign sleep, instead, he opened his eyes and turning to look at me said, "Well you should look at yourself before saying that, I don't know how someone could get over you."

"Yeah, you think I'm hot?" I asked.

"Hot yes." He laughed.

"Okay, so how about I'm your hot wife?"

"I agree to that." He rolled over on his side and kissed me. "My very hot trophy wife."

"I like that!" I laughed, "Can you quit the work tomorrow?"

"Um...no."

He smiled at me and tugging on his sweatshirt I said, "William, lose this rag and show your wife how hot she is."

"Fleur, I really am kind of tired."

"William, I'm horny!" I gave him the pout and cupping my tits held them up, "Come on and play with me!"

William paused, looked as if he were going to continue, but when I reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants he smiled and sitting up, took his shirt off. Laying back down he rolled over to me and started kissing my neck. I sighed and closed my eyes; grateful that I had kept pushing. William was sucking gently on my neck and I moaned when his fingers found my nipple. His other hand was trailing down my stomach and felt like it was trembling. I started stroking his cock through his pants and frowned as he didn't seem to be getting any harder.

William's entire body seemed tense and when his mouth left my neck and trailed down to my tit, he sucked my nipple into his mouth so quickly it hurt.

"Easy Bill," I said my hand beginning to stroke him harder, "It's not a race."

"Sorry," he murmured and began gently tonguing my nipple.

"Let's get these off." I pulled on his pants.

Releasing my nipple, William rolled onto his back and lifting his legs pulled his pants off. I went to roll over and begin kissing him, but he quickly rolled back over onto his side and sliding his hand down my stomach, slipped it into my thong. I'd been so pent up that even the little attention he had given me had me wet and I groaned as his fingers slid through my lips. He went back to sucking my nipple and again I noticed how tense he was.

"Relax, William. See, this is what you need, get you all calmed down."

William grunted something, but I didn't hear it over my yelp as he shoved his fingers into me and started pumping them. I didn't consider myself delicate, but he was jerking them in and out of there like an awkward teenager rather than my lover of the last three years.

"William, easy! I... oh!"

He slid his fingers out and began rubbing my clit. I began thrusting my hips into his fingers, desperate to get some relief and reaching down, grabbed his cock again. He was still only semi-hard and I began pumping him while his fingers worked my sorely neglected button. I winced again when he began sucking my nipple harder and his fingers were pressing uncomfortably hard against my clit. His fingers were moving faster and despite my discomfort, I could feel my legs starting to tremble.

"Oh, yes." I moaned, "Ohhhh... I... no, don't stop!"

William had started to move his hand and I quickly clamped my legs around it.

"Honey, I'm right there! I..."

"Forget it, Fleur." He said disgustedly. "I... I told you I'm tired, I... I can't even get it all the way up."

He wasn't lying. His cock was no harder than when I'd started playing with him. William pulled his hand from between my legs and resisting the urge to whimper in frustration or point-blank ask him, why should that mean that I can't finish, I said soothingly, "Hey, it's okay, baby."

"Just let it go, Fleur," He grabbed my wrist. "We'll play tomorrow, I promise."

"William, just relax." Pushing him onto his back, I slid down the bed and rolled over between his legs. "I heard a rumour your trophy wife is a hell of a fluffer."

Before he could respond I grabbed his flaccid cock and taking him between my lips, began sucking gently. He was so soft I couldn't really bob my head. Instead, I just sucked and swirled my tongue around the tip. No surprise, William stopped protesting and moaned softly as I began sucking harder. I moaned as well at the feeling of his cock beginning to stiffen. I would get him hard, climb on top and after he got off, we could get back to my needs.

William was getting hard enough that I could begin to move my head and I couldn't help notice that his stomach was starting to get in the way. He'd really begun to let himself go. That was a topic for another time. For now, I slid a little further down between his legs and propping myself up, started making a show of taking him down to his balls. It wasn't that hard, first off because he still wasn't completely hard and truth be told William was about average in size, not like Harry, who I'd fucked before him, who had been hung...

I shut off that thought. Sadly, I'd been fantasizing more and more about my previous lover. I didn't really worry about it; it was natural to think about what you once had and weren't getting any more. Now however wasn't the time. I began shaking my head back and forth as well as massaging his balls with my free hand. William was breathing hard and his hips were starting to rock. I looked up at him, my blue eyes wide and started to make little whimpering noises. William had always been a fan of the 'little girl' routine and I was damn good at it.

Disturbingly, I had a hard time seeing up to his face over his stomach, but he moaned out, "Damn you look hot Fleur."

I removed his cock from my mouth long enough to ask, "Aren't trophy wives supposed to be?" then went right back to sucking him.

He was fully hard now and I could feel my pussy dripping at the thought that it was going to be feeling that cock very soon. I sucked him another few seconds, then lifting my head, quickly slid up to straddle him. I hadn't been on top in a long time and again I had to pause and sort of push his stomach up to be able to get into position. I reached back and grabbed his cock to guide him into me and noticed he was already starting to soften. I quickly lowered myself down, but my pussy was so wet his head slid along my lips instead.

I moaned as it felt damn good, but when I slid him back and tried to shove him in, he was too soft. Again, fighting my frustration, I held his cock and started rocking my hips, sliding him up and down the length of my hot wet flesh. I looked down and could see William looked frustrated, he was also sweating and flushed. He opened his eyes and started to say something, but I grabbed his wrists and putting his hands on my chest said, "Play with them, Bill."

William cupped my tits, but that was it, just held them. I looked down into his brown eyes that used to light up at the sight of his wife's naked body but now looked as if he could care less. His cock wasn't getting harder and I told myself to just give up. But my pussy was wet and I needed it so bad, I kept going. With an air of desperation, I slid back between his legs, took him back into my mouth and started sucking him fast and hard.

I would get him up and this time keep him in my hand while he rolled over between my legs. There was no way I wasn't getting any tonight and if he was having problems maybe fucking me once would make him feel better. I took him all the way down and began repeatedly deep throating him. Even in his annoyed state, William couldn't stop moaning and his cock was now rock hard. His hips were moving and I was getting ready to move when he cried out.

"Oh, Merlin Fleur! Don't stop!"

No! I thought, trying to slide him from my mouth, I wanted to... I yelped in surprise around his cock when I felt his hand grab the back of my head and push it down. He thrust his hips shoving his cock deep into my mouth and before I could react, William cried out, "Oh, fuck!" and his cock went off in my mouth. I was caught by surprise and made a gagging sound as his cum hit the back of my throat and I barely kept myself from swallowing it. I tried to move my head back, but William was holding my hair tightly in his hand and holding me there as he fucked my mouth.

Don't get me wrong, normally a mouthful of cum would get me hot, but under the circumstances, I wasn't amused. Placing my hands on the bed, I pushed up hard, forcing his cock from my mouth, it was still spurting. I felt it spray my lips and dribble down my chin. His next spurt hit me on the neck and ran down my tits. There was still the entire cum in my mouth and I disgustedly spat and pushed it out with my tongue, causing it to flow down my chin with the rest of it.

"Damn," William gasped, "That..." he smiled at me, "Looks good."

"What the fuck was that?" I snapped at him, grabbing his side of the sheet and wiping his cum from my face and body.

"I... what's the matter? I thought you wanted to..."

"I wanted to get fucked!" I yelled at him. "I wanted to feel you inside me, not blow you!"

"You never complained before." He shook his head, "Merlin Fleur, you could fuck up a wet dream."

"Wet dreams are all I have!" I shouted. "I wanted to have sex and you came in my mouth like a teenager getting his first blowjob!"

"I told you I didn't want to!" he began, raising his voice, "You kept pushing!"

"Because I wanted you! And you didn't seem to mind my mouth; all your bitching stopped then didn't it?" I put my head down and trying to fight back tears added, "You used to want me."

"I still do," he said lowering his voice, "But I'm..."

"And what the fuck was that shit, holding my head down?" I demanded, "What do you think I am, a whore?"

"I thought you liked it?"

"I do when I know I'm going to get something else and it's all fun." I waved my hand at him. "You wouldn't even let me cum, and then you treat me like a slutty fucking whore from Knockturn."

"Whatever, Fleur." He rolled his eyes and to my dismay turned over on his side, putting his back to me.

"Oh, so that's it?" I asked, "You blow your load and I get nothing?"

"You got your wand," he replied, "Do what you have to."

I sat there speechless. How the hell had things gotten this way? I wanted to say something more, tell him how much he'd just hurt me. Before I could, that hurt overwhelmed me and I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. Turning away from him, I lay on my side and slid as far away from him as I could. I became aware of the taste of cum in my mouth and lying here next to my husband, I felt like a cheap whore. I saw our wedding picture on the bureau across from me and started to cry softly wondering if this was the beginning of the end.

To be continued...