"Dulcia non ferimus; succo renovamus amaro.- We do not bear sweets; we are recruited by a bitter potion." (Ovid, Ars Amatoria III, 583)
The wizard felt a shiver run through him as her warm breath touched him. He balled his hands into fists to prevent himself from crushing her to him, close as she was now, and moved his head so he could look down into her eyes. "And how far would you like to explore this shared interest with me?" He held her gaze and saw her lips stretch in a seductive smile. "Oh, I would think as far as it serves our mutual pleasure. You will find that I am quite flexible in my approach."
She still made no attempt at touching him, but while he understood that this was a game of control for her, his self-restraint finally frayed and he pulled her in to him forcefully, her slim body molding itself to his perfectly as he moved his hands over her back and hips, feeling hard bone and soft flesh under the sensuous smoothness of her velvet dress. She arched her head back and looked into his face, saw his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare as the touch and scent of her hit his senses. A moment later his left hand had moved up, slipped between them and curved around her breast. As an unexpected thumb flicked over her nipple and she opened her lips in a soft cry of surprised pleasure, his mouth swooped down to claim hers.
She could have sworn she saw sparks fly as their lips met, and he found that she gave him willing access as his tongue explored the hard ridges of her teeth and softness of her mouth. Soon her tongue was hotly dueling with his and he was pleased to notice that she had finally wrapped her arms around him. She lost herself in his kiss, the touch of his roaming hands, the hard planes of his body pressing into hers, and noticed his arousal as he moved restlessly against her. He was a terrific kisser, his lips and tongue gliding like liquid against her, fluid and sensuous, but like water, it finally made her want to come up for air. They broke contact at about the same moment and by the way she felt his ribs flare under her hands, she knew he was as breathless as her.
He looked at her, her cheeks seemed flushed, her green eyes appeared huge. "Perhaps we should pursue this interest in a more convenient location," he suggested. She smiled, the tip of her tongue slowly traveling along the arch of her upper lip. "Is it far?" she asked. The corner of his mouth twitched. It seemed she felt as much urgency as he did. "No," he said, "just down the hall." He kept one arm around her as he led her out of the library, but the narrow high door forced their bodies together and they paused for another long, drawn-out kiss that left her slightly dizzy and somewhat week-kneed and left him wondering if they would actually be able to make it to his bedroom.
Finally he broke the kiss only for enough time to try and pick her up to carry her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her head back in a short laugh when she understood what he was trying to do. "How romantic," she whispered into his ear as she settled against him. He had a strong suspicion that the comment was laced with irony, but then concentrated on balancing her and not tripping on the thick carpet of the hallway. She was quite a light burden, but his body was not preoccupied with matters of coordination.
Finally he managed to shoo open the heavy oak door to his bedroom and set her down, not releasing his grasp on her. Curious, she turned in his embrace, her body slipping around until he felt his chest press against her back and the curve of her butt tease his swelling cock. "Lumos," he called and heard her quick breath as candles flamed up, dramatically illuminating the black, tall muslin curtains of his large four-poster bed and shimmering luxuriously on the dark silk sheets. Inky, mysterious shades remained in the corners of the large, vaulted room. He was pleased with the impact and heard an appreciative hum from her. She twisted her head back to look at him, her eyes glittering in the candlelight. "Very nice place you have. Do you take all your girls here?" He bent his head to her ear. "Only the very, very bad ones," he purred. A flick of his wrist ignited the incense burners as he moved into the room with her.
Her eyes fell on an array of bottles glowing in the candlelight on a side table. Again she wriggled against him. "Into potions, I see," she commented. "What's your poison?" He kept one arm wrapped around her waist as he stepped up to the table and picked up a tall, slim vial filled with a thick oily liquid that shimmered in ruby red and amber swirls. He looked at her. "Vorax, if you care for some," he suggested, wondering if she was familiar with the potent aphrodisiac. He watched her snake-encircled right come up and her fingers tentatively glide over the thin glass in his hand. "Haven't seen that in a while," she mused, "not since I lost my virginity, in fact."
He raised an eyebrow, even felt a short stab of jealousy. It seemed she had got off to a good start. "I hope the lucky bastard who slipped it to you deserved you," he commented dryly. She turned away from the bottle and looked at him, smiling as she remembered. "Oh, no, it was actually a – let's call it unofficial – potions project I did with some classmates at Durmstrang. We had a grand old time stealing the caput mortuum. Eric Leifson got busted, but finally we had it all ready and one summer evening all six of us got together behind the school grounds and drank it. Things got pretty wild, and as I felt I owed Eric a favor for taking the heat for us, he got to have me. He had been around as little as I had up to that point, so the Vorax turned a rather awkward event into a pretty memorable experience."
She looked back at the vial in Lucius' hand. "Well, I guess this time round it could make a very promising event into an outstanding experience." He felt an anticipatory shiver run through her. Then she faced him. "Let's go for it," she decided.
Reluctantly he broke contact with her to fill two tall glasses from a carafe of water, then he handed her the vial. "It's yours. I believe it's quite potent." His hands moved back on her body as he watched her pull the stopper from the potion bottle, sniff the contents and carefully drip the swirling liquid into the water, seven drops each, that clouded the glasses until their drinks showed the color of milky amber. She closed the vial and carefully placed it back on the sideboard. The she picked up the glasses, handed one to the man holding her and turned until they opposed each other.
She looked into his face, framed by his blond light-drenched hair and for a moment their eyes connected. He saw that she was not challenging him this time. Her eyes seemed to search for something deeper, some connection, and at that moment he realized that after this night things might not be the same, not for him and not for her. He was surprised when he found that thought neither uncomfortable nor threatening. Then her goblet touched his with a faint clink and as he drank, he watched her mouth curve around the rim of her glass as she swallowed down the potion in one long draught.
Her body shook in his embrace and she set the drink down with a shudder and a laugh. "Only awful moment," she said. "Tastes like sucking on old mummy wraps." He put his empty glass down next to hers. "Let's take care of that," he suggested as his hands moved up to cup her face and he pulled her to him for another kiss. She felt his fingers lace in her hair. His thumbs drew lazy circles on the silky soft skin just before her ears. His lips slipped over her mouth and she welcomed the warm tip of his tongue as he started teasing her into another long, drawn-out kiss.
However, this time, her sensations started to subtly change. She first realized that every touch intensified, gaining an edge of pleasure and a charge that soon had her moaning into their kiss, pressing against his body with a growing need for more. She noticed a warm, heavy feeling develop at her core that slowly sank down between her legs and she felt herself getting wet and swollen with anticipation. Then a dark wave seemed to well up inside her that pushed her into a wild and abandoned euphoria. It was not unlike an orgasm, but much more drawn-out and less sharply defined in a physical sense. She thought that if the gray matter in the brain could climax, lasting for hours instead of seconds, it would probably feel like this. She couldn't help grinding her hips against his, her hands pulling at his clothes. "Too much to wear," she gasped as his mouth released hers for a moment.
Their eyes met and she felt in the drop of his lids and the heavy breath that escaped his full and open lips that the potion had hit him in much the same way as her. Impatiently he flung off his waistcoat, then grabbed the collar of his shirt and tore it apart over his chest, sending buttons flying and startling her with the sudden violence of his action. She moved her hands in to unbuckle his belt, while he did the same for her.
Her own urgency almost terrified her. "How do I get this damn thing off you," he growled next as he found that his fingers encountered no buttons or clasps on her dress. "Aperio," she said as the whole front of her gown came apart. He lost no time pulling the fabric down over her shoulders and letting it spill on the floor. "Spells on clothes," he murmured as he moved in to kiss and bite her naked shoulders while she pushed her hands between their bodies to open his pants.
His hands cupped her naked ass and the insistent massage of his fingers distracted her as she worked his clothes. "You're not helping," she finally hissed in frustration. She needed to feel his naked flesh that very moment. He lifted his head and actually let go of her for a second. "Vestimentascedo," he incanted, and a blink of an eye later stood in front of her completely naked. For a moment she thought that the act was so in keeping with his character: the need in him to best her and his instinct for drama. Then she forgot her analysis as she took in the man she saw before her.
As he noticed her eyes on him he stopped himself for her inspection. He had the sleek but powerful body of a swimmer or a long distance runner. Darker blond hair accented the center of his chest and led her eyes from his flat stomach down to the juncture of his thighs where his fully erect cock jutted out in her direction. The dark purple and the moist gleam at his tip showed her that he had been aroused for some time. Even if she had not been under the powerful influence of the vorax potion she would have been impressed, as it was, the wave of lust sweeping over her at the sight almost gave her vertigo.
A second later she was again in his arms, now feeling the hot touch of his skin searing her front. His fingers worked the clasp of her bra and released it. She let go of him long enough to slip it down her arms and toss it aside, then his hands wandered down to the slim strips of her thong that ran over her hips. He slipped two fingers behind them, pulled sideways and released the fabric with a snap. "Ow!" She swatted at his biceps in mock protest. In her heightened state of sensual awareness the zinging pain had felt surprisingly intense. "What is this?" he asked in between kissing her face and smoothing his hands over her hips in a soothing motion.
"It's called a thong," she murmured. "Muggle invention. They would probably have pretty unflattering opinions of witch underwear." He now proceeded to pull the flimsy fabric down her legs. "Muggles," he hissed dismissively, but then his lips curved in a brief smile. "I would concur," he said and then lost his train of thought as she wriggled her ass to help the process.
Finally they faced each other, and as she lifted her hands to her throat to undo her velvet choker he stopped her. "Leave it," he demanded. "I like it on you." She stepped out of her shoes and felt his eyes rake over her body, saw the quickening of his breath and the flare of his nostrils and knew without asking that her appearance met with his full approval.
For a few moments he slowly traced his hands down her body, from her throat over her collar bones and breasts down her belly and to her sex. She stood still, watching him, shivering under the assault on her senses. The touch was only light, but increased to almost unbearable intensity by the potion. She wanted him so much, her desire was as strong as physical pain.
Lucius looked at her, completely exposed to him in this moment of stillness that he knew to be the prelude to a storm. She held her eyes almost closed as she concentrated inwards on the touch of his hands. He knew he would remember every detail about her, from the glint of candlelight caught in the flame-colored tresses of her hair to the thin blue vein that ran just under the creamy skin of her left breast. How to break the spell? He most wanted to rip her control from her, that maddening poise and self-possession. If he could make her surrender and call his name the way she had that night when he had watched her in the bath, he could truly regard her as his conquest.
To do that he would need all the control that he could still muster. All-out sex right now was out of the question. While vorax in general conferred stamina, at this moment he was so damn primed and ready, he would last all of five seconds. No, he had other plans, and with a course of action fixed in his mind he moved in on her. "Do you trust me?" he asked, lips close to her ear.
She snapped out of her trance and looked at him. What kind of question was that, and from someone like him? But she bit her lip and decided to play along. "For tonight, completely," she said with an ironic smile. He arched an eyebrow. She was still on her smartass remarks. Well, he would take care of that presently. "Close your eyes then, and don't open them, no matter what," he instructed her. This time he could almost see a comeback die somewhere behind her teeth, and with a last amused look at him she obediently shut her eyes, her long lashes lying still against her skin.
He moved himself around her and walked her to the bed, her blind steps tentative and careful now. She followed his lead as he helped her onto the mattress and had her lie on her back. The pale gold of her skin seemed to possess its own luminescence against the black silk of the sheets and her hair spilled over the pillows like liquid fire. She was breathing fast and shallow, and he saw a quick pulse beat at the base of her neck. Through all of it she kept her eyes closed as she was told. For a moment he paused and looked at her. She was his.
Next he joined her on the bed and as she reached out for him sightlessly, he firmly took her hands and placed them at her sides. She seemed to understand his intention and did not try to touch him again as he now kissed and stroked his way down her body. He reached over to use some fragrant oil from the night table to smooth into her skin and heard a soft moan as the touch and scent hit her.
Eleanor felt more alert and alive than she had in a long time. The vorax potion seemed to have reached a peak and it was hard to lie still and play along with this new game that her lover had invented. She felt cool silk beneath, the softness of a pillow supporting her head and Lucius all over the rest of her. She never knew where he would touch her next. That was his mouth on her breast, a strand of his hair, light and silky against her belly as he bent over her, the flat of his hand on her thigh, now on her hips, the rougher skin of a knee against her flank, then his thighs bracketing her as he straddled her, his cock briefly grazing her navel, leaving a light, cooling trail of his pre-come in its wake. Skin sensations went into overdrive between caresses of almost maddening lightness and harsher manipulations as he moved her to position her for better access or used his teeth on her neck and shoulders between kisses.
A few minutes into this she found herself moaning with every breath she took. Really quite shameful, how he was able to take her apart, she thought, but she found that she had no time to care, so hard to remain passive, so hard to keep her hands still and her eyes closed, so hard not to feel him where she most wanted him.
Then, suddenly, all sensation stopped. She gasped in shocked surprise, and before she could control herself she had opened her eyes. For a second she saw him kneel to her side, towering over her. Then a sharp slap hit her flank. She hissed at the touch. "Some trust," he rasped. "You will have to do better than that. In fact I think I will have to make you ask for what you want me to do to you next." She bit her lip. 'Bedding a Malfoy, what did you expect?' she chided herself, but her body betrayed her. She felt a thrill of anticipation race through her. No one had ever treated her like this, had dared to take these kinds of risk with her. She could do this, but there would be hell to pay for him later. She would make him suffer. He must have read something in her face, because his eyes narrowed as he evaluated her expression.
She licked her lips. Ask for what you want. He had really put her in charge right now, but it was so damn hard. She swallowed. "I want to feel your mouth on my cunt," she finally stated. "Nice," he said with a faint sneer. "You don't mince your words. But that's not asking, that's telling, my dear. We'll have to work on the delivery." The bastard. She glared at him, but she wanted him so badly, she already knew she would do it. "Please, Lucius, kiss my cunt and make me come," she gritted out. He arched an eyebrow. "Acceptable, if crude," he said. "Here we go, eyes closed again, no touching and I'll see what I can do for you." She shot him one last dagger glance, but he stayed immobile until she had blinded herself again.
The arrogance of it! She started to plot her revenge, but found his next actions too distracting for coherent thought. His arm pushed underneath her back and he lifted her hips off the bed with ease. As he released her she felt her ass coming to rest on what had to be at least two thick pillows, elevating her for easier access. She suddenly felt exposed. Next he carefully held her head as he removed the pillow that had supported her there. She found that it forced her to concentrate her attention to what was now the highest point of her body. With her skin stretched taut over her stomach and pubic bone she shivered. The man knew how to play mind-games.
Lucius looked down on the woman displayed before him, her eyes shut tightly now, her palms open towards him on the sheets in an unconscious gesture of surrender. The choker he had asked her to wear lay as a harsh black slash against her long slender neck. Her spine bent backwards as her hips jutted out towards him. She had already lightly parted her legs and he caught an inviting glimpse of the flushed wet flesh at her core. He knew he was playing with fire, but he hadn't had this much fun in a long, long time. 'Please, Lucius,…' That had been priceless. He would try to reward her for it as best he could.
He quickly bent down to her. She deserved a little encouragement for her cooperation. "Enjoy yourself," he whispered and kissed her. Then he pulled apart her knees and got to work. The clean, simple scent and taste of surf hit him as he started kissing and licking her sex. He found he enjoyed running his mouth along her velvety hairless lips and tried some variations in speed and pressure while carefully listening to her moans and interpreting the subtle shifts of her hips and legs. He soon discovered that she responded best when he teased her small, already swollen bud with the flat of his tongue, and gentle nips of his teeth made her gasp and tremble.
Next he brought his hands to play, fucking her first with one, then with two fingers while keeping his mouth busy in rhythm. After a little while he realized he needed his arms to keep her steady as she now restlessly moved her hips, fighting for release. Judging by the way she moaned, she could not be far from climax. Her hands bunched the sheets and her hips lifted off the pillows as she plowed her heels into the mattress and ground herself against him. Finding it hard to control her he eventually grabbed her left hip with his free hand and dug his fingers deeply into her soft flesh. The calculated mix of pressure and pain finally pushed her over the edge. She cried out and he could feel her surprisingly powerful grip tighten and release against his fingers over and over. His skill or perhaps the vorax potion kept her going for quite a while and when she finally fell back onto the sheets with a last sigh, she did not make a sound or move at all.
He withdrew his hand and pushed himself up from his crouch to take a look at her. Her eyes were closed without effort now, her face turned sideways into her hair, her mouth slack. Her hands had released the sheets and he could see a steady pulse beat under the stretched skin below her ribcage. Candlelight revealed a light sheen of sweat on her arms and chest. For a moment he entertained the proud suspicion that he had managed to actually render her unconscious, but then she took a shuddering breath and her eyes opened.
She looked up at him under narrowed lids. "Gods!" she said. He stretched himself out beside her, one hand possessively curling over her hips, gently stroking her skin. "Just Lucius should suffice," he suggested. He found that his concentration on her had taken down some of the pressure on him. He would be ready for her once she had recovered. She shook her head. "Insufferable arrogance..." Her voice sounded rougher and thicker than he remembered. With some difficulty she arched her body and pulled the pillows out from underneath her. Then she collapsed back on the sheets.
He was good, she had to give him that. This orgasm had been worth begging for, even without the help of the vorax, and she almost forgave him. Now he lay at her side, propped up on one elbow, blond hair spilling over his chest and shoulders, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. Grey eyes looked down on her, studying her intently and his mouth, still wet with her juices curved in smug self-satisfaction. She reached up, pulled him down to her and kissed him, feeling for a moment that he seemed surprised she would be so ready to taste herself on his lips, then he eagerly responded. His hair fell around them like a silvery tent, catching the candlelight. His body stretched against her, seeking to touch her where he could.
She drew out the connection, the kiss, the lazy caresses, as she needed some time to recover. Soon she would be ready to take him on, and her plans for revenge assumed a more definite shape. She had noticed that the muslin curtains surrounding the mattress were fastened against the bedposts by soft, broad strips of cloth. They should easily come lose and could be threaded through the slats of the headboard for very effective restraints. But would she be able to tie up Lucius Malfoy? Managing that and having him at her mercy would be delicious. She was not planning anything outright evil, but she would try and make him beg for a change. While she laid out a plan of action, she felt that the urgency of his attentions had increased. So far she had to admire him for keeping it together so well, but she was sure that he had to be dying for some relief by now.
The vorax potion was still coursing through her veins and she was quite amazed as she felt herself already responding again to his exploring hands. If he bounced back as well as she obviously did, they would be at it till morning. Lucius noticed the involuntary grin that spread over her face at the thought. "Something amusing?" he asked between kisses. She improvised quickly. "Well, I was thinking about trust," she replied. "And how far you'd go to prove it. Or would you botch it like I did?"
He pursed his lips. "Why don't you try me?" he met her challenge, walking right into her trap. She pretended to think about it and he grew more insistent. "What would you have me do?" "Oh, I'd be generous," she finally said. "In fact, I'll even let you watch." "Well?" he prompted her. "You'll have to help a little," she said, smiling at him. "Just lie on your back, right here – perfect. Put your hands towards the headboard, yes, a little further apart. Now for my only rule: You can't move. Ready?"
He looked up at her and nodded. She was already on her hands and knees and crawled over to the side of the mattress untying the muslin bows that held the bed curtains in place. Of course by then he knew what she had planned, but now it was too late. If he stopped her, he would lose her challenge. Her lapse while opening her eyes would have been nothing in comparison. Lucius was not the man to easily relinquish control in bed or in any other area of his life, for that matter, but his pride would not allow him to back down now. So he watched with mixed feelings as she gently but firmly wrapped the black cloth around his wrists and then tied the ends to the headboard of his bed. Her breasts bobbed inches from his face as she moved and he found it hard to resist the urge to lift his head and nip them. Finally she seemed satisfied with her work and sat back on her heels, surveying him.
She reveled in the sight of him stretched out, helpless, looking up at her expectantly. It had almost been too easy. "Well," she told him. "You won. Flawless performance, not even the twitch of a muscle. I concede utter defeat in the trust department." He arched his eyebrows. "That's it?" he asked. "Tying someone up doesn't prove anything. Even if I didn't trust you, I couldn't do anything about it now. Believe me. I've tied up plenty of people who didn't trust me. Matter of fact, that's why I usually had to tie them up in the first place."
She laughed now, red hair flying. Time to have some fun, work his nerves. "You're right. But the way you let me do it implied great trust. Trust that I would eventually untie you, trust that I would not abuse the situation now to damage you in any way. I bet none of your victims were as easy a job as you've just been." By the way he compressed his lips she could tell that he did not feel happy about whatever he imagined she might do to him.
"So, winner gets the reward, right?" she asked. "Time for you to enjoy." "You may want to untie me first?" he suggested hopefully, but she shook her head. "Believe me, when this is over you will agree that the ties were necessary." The look on his face was priceless. She allowed herself another moment of triumph, then concentrated. Matching his expertise would be a tough task. While his challenge was over, hers had just begun.
She bent forwards and moved over his body, caressing him with hers, running her hands, her breasts, her lips and hair over his chest, painting wet trails on his outstretched arms and on his stomach with her tongue, nipping and biting his flat pebbled nipples, lightly raking her nails down his sides, making him shudder and hiss. He was shifting restlessly underneath her now, his wrists straining against their bindings, his breath fast and uneven. She nudged her knee between his thighs and mounted his left leg, lowering herself, so he could feel her wet center. He responded by lightly lifting his knee and grinding into her. As she crouched over him again, his cock was now mere inches from her face, but while she felt more than tempted, she studiously ignored it and continued to lavish her caresses on every other part of him. He was fighting his bonds in earnest now and she could imagine he would have loved the use of his hands to push her head towards his erection.
When she heard him growl in frustration she finally gave in. He would beg later. Cupping and stroking his balls with one hand, she used her other to lift his cock off his stomach and closed her lips around its head. She took her time lapping at the salty drops that were already slicking him, then slowly took in the length of his shaft as far as she could. As he had done before with her she paid attention to his voice and body to find the ways she could please him best. Eventually she ended up alternating deeper thrusts assisted by her hands with times where she concentrated on his head, lightly raking her teeth over the taut velvety skin and teasing the stretched sinew that ran between his tip and his shaft with the tip of her tongue. His moans and the way his hips responded to her let her guess that she was doing something right. Still, she had more in mind and when she suspected that she had got him close to the edge she stopped and released him.
She looked up at him and provocatively licked her lips. He did not say anything, but the glare from his grey eyes told her that he was not pleased with her for postponing his gratification. He had balled his bound hands into fists and she could see the strain in the muscles of his arms and chest. With a smile she pushed herself up and straddled his hips. She kept eye contact as she remained upright on her knees and slipped a finger into her own wetness, spreading it and stroking herself for a little. When she finally lifted her hand to her mouth to taste herself she heard the barest whisper of a curse from him. Slowly she reached behind her, lifted his cock once more and lowered herself onto him, giving herself all the time she wanted, feeling him first searing hot against her entrance, then taking him in inch by inch until she felt gorged with him. For a few moments she held very still until she saw him bite his lips in anticipation, then she started riding him.
As before she settled into an easy rhythm, now swiveling her hips slightly on the downturn, pushing from her thighs and using her hands to stroke herself and him. She saw his eyes slip shut as he concentrated inwards, readying himself, but as his body started arching up and his hips syncopated her movements she stopped once more, almost releasing him and gently reaching behind her, lifting and stretching his balls. She heard him gasp in frustration as he opened his eyes. "For fuck's sake woman!" he exploded. She just shook her head. "That's not very motivating, my dear," she smiled back at him. She took her time, making sure she had really pulled him back from the brink, then she went back to work.
When she aborted the next attempt in much the same manner, she knew she had got him truly furious. She saw the tendons in his throat stick out, the darkened color of his face as he threatened her and tried to fight his restraints to free himself, to bend her to his will. She kept herself elevated above him, her hands pressed down on his heaving chest for leverage and waited until he had calmed down a little. "Lucius, remember how I managed to get what I wanted a little while ago? I really want to be good to you, but you will have to let me." He glared at her and gritted his teeth. He wasn't ready yet. As she began to build him up again, she hoped that she would be able to break him the next time. Her efforts began to have quite an effect on her, and she now had to fight her own temptation to give in and ride him to climax.
The third time she stopped him he groaned, but then actually managed to relax his body. He threw back his head and took a few seconds to collect himself. When he finally looked at her, she saw that he had his anger under control. In fact she believed that she detected some grudging admiration in the keen glance of his eyes. "You have guts, to toy with a Malfoy," he stated flatly. "I won't forget." Then he compressed his lips for a moment before he finally gritted out the words she had so wanted to hear. "Now, Eleanor, will you please finish me off?" She beamed a big grateful smile at him, bent over to kiss him, eve though he made a mock attempt to bite her and then settled back down on top of him. "With the utmost pleasure, Lucius."
With her first few movements he could feel that she was committed this time. Her pace was rougher, faster than before, she even seemed to feel tighter around him as the pressure built on every downstroke. She bent herself backwards, pushing down with her hands on his thighs for leverage, giving him a perfect view of his cock pistoning in and out of her, her breasts bouncing in rhythm, her hair cascading down her back. Sweat slicked her chest and stomach and she began to moan. But Lucius found that he did not have long to enjoy the sight. He had waited for so long, when release finally came the explosive intensity of it was almost unbearable.
She felt him as she balanced herself atop him, the way his thighs compressed, his hips moved beneath her and tightened her grip. Seconds later he had arched his body clear off the mattress almost throwing her off with a roar that set several house elves in other parts of the manor scrambling for cover. She could feel the force of his climax, the way his cock jerked inside her. And on the last few thrusts he took her right with him.
She finally found herself sprawled forward across his chest, his cock slowly relaxing inside her. With a groan she pushed herself up and saw him lying still and unresponsive, his hands limply hanging from his bindings. His eyes were closed and a slow deep breath raised and lowered his chest. She moved off him, releasing the strong, musky scent of his seed as he slipped out of her. Her hand trembled slightly as she pushed his hair back from his sweat-soaked forehead.
"Lucius?" His heavy lids slowly opened and he looked at her, her face close to his. "How the hell did you do that?" he slurred. She smiled. "You delay for that long, when you finally release, the effects tend to be rather dramatic." "And you spend your time at Hogwarts teaching snot-nosed mudblood brats about Muggles," he declared with a sneer, getting back to his old form already. "You are wasting your talents." "Well, one is for money, the other is for a hobby," she said lightly. "Which one is which?" he asked in good Malfoy fashion.
"You go on like this and I may think twice about getting these off you." She pointed at the restraints. "Wouldn't you agree now, that they were necessary?" He glowered at her. "They may still be," he threatened. "You do remember the Malfoy motto?" He was pleased to see her self-confidence waver a little. "Come now," she coaxed him. "If this is provocation, what would you consider fun? Here, let me untie these."
She bent over him as before and nestled at the knots, but his struggle had tightened the fabric so much, she was unable to tease them open. She even detected slight bruising at his wrists. She compressed her lips as she saw the outline of the dark mark on the inside of his left forearm seemingly suffused with blood. Finally she gave up and he watched her as she crawled towards the edge of the bed. "Accio wand," she commanded. She turned back to him, wand in hand. "Resolvo," she commanded and watched as the bindings fell off him and he pulled his arms in towards his chest with a soft groan, twisting his wrists. "Ever thought of joining us Death Eaters?" he taunted her. "You seem to have a knack for torture." She moved back to his side and glowered at him. "That's not funny, Lucius," she said. He just raised an eyebrow, but did not comment.
They both took a few moments to collect themselves and Eleanor felt the buzz of the vorax slowly fade, leaving her shivery and a little tired, though sleeping was still the last thing on her mind as she looked at the body of her lover stretched out beside her. He gave her a searching glance and licked his lips. "Coming down, too?" he asked. She ran her hand over his hip. "Slowly," she nodded, understanding that their reactions to the potion were in synch. "Well, on seeing what we had for starters, I'd like to make the most of tonight." he suggested. "Care for some more?" She considered for a moment. "As a famous muggle poet once said, 'I can resist anything except temptation,'" she finally stated with a smile.
He rolled off the bed and walked back over to the side table from where he returned moments later with two glasses filled to the brim with opalescent amber liquid. She had not seen him prepare the drinks, but suspected from the degree of suspension in the water, that he had not restricted himself to her seven drops. As he passed one glass to her she sat up and they both drank down the vorax, stifling the shudder from the bitterness in a shared kiss.
As she remembered later, the rest of the night passed in a lust-drenched haze unlike anything she had ever experienced. Had someone pressed her to recall the number of times they climaxed she would have had to admit that she lost count at some point in the early hours of the morning. She even remembered moments where she felt that the sensation of her physical identity had blurred, and she was unsure where exactly the boundaries between her and his body lay. Thought was replaced by instinct, reflection by pure sensation that did not dull due to the vorax, until even the distinction between pleasure and pain became meaningless. She would not have been able to tell if they went to sleep at some point or simply lost consciousness.