Chapter Five
Draco thrust me onto the bed, "Lay down. Go to sleep. I don't want to hear a peep from you for the rest of the night." He growled, before plopping down in the chair furthest from my bed. I caught myself from falling off the other end, and glared at him, pulling myself up under the covers.
"I didn't -ask- you to be here, you know." I hissed, completely ignoring the warning. What did I care what he didn't want to hear? "So don't take it out on me." I brought the covers higher to my neck, and brought my knees to my chest as he stood up in that fatherly manner, when they're silently telling you, 'Dont make me go over there.' That only made me angrier. "And who are you to try to frighten me?! You're not my father, and your not my husband, so don't tell me what to do!"
He gave me a whithering deathglare, "Shut up, or I'll frighten you more then your husband or father ever could. And as for you're 'asking' me to be here, you'll be begging me to -leave- before the night is done if you don't shut your fat mouth, and go to sleep." He hissed, snatching up his wand for effect. I had to admit, if only to myself, it was a terrifyingly suductive sight, but damn me if I was going to succumb to it.
"And if you don't quit with the threats, you'll find yourself missing a limb or two!" I hissed, careful to keep my voice down, dispite my anger, since the profecers were still downstairs- I could still sense Armondi- and I didn't exactly want them coming up here. I scooched back as he took a step toward me, and he smirked coldly. He could tell I was terrified of him, and he was enjoying it to the fullest. He took another step toward me, and another until I was pressed against the backboard so hard I was sure my back was now black and blue.
"Will I." He drawled, a slow grin coming to his face. He took another step forward, so he was at my bedside, and reached a hand to rest just beside my head. He leaned forward until our foreheads were touching, and he could feel that I was trembling, before moving toward my ear, "Seems like someones a little too scared to do anything harmful." He hissed, his breath washing over my skin like a tantalizing storm, so beautiful, and let so capable of harming me, "Besides, the profecers are still downstairs. Any noise or blood, and they'll be up here like a shot, and you, my dear, would be expelled." He smirked as I lowered my gaze to my knees, shaking harder, if possible. He pulled his head away, and put a gentle hand on my cheek, almost lovingly, if it were not for the dark look in his eyes.
I shoved him away, or tried my best to, "N-no. Don't touch me." I stuttered, doing my best to pull away from him, but he had a firm hold on my forearm, a hold I wasn't likely to get away from. My eyes welled up with tears, he had me trapped, literally. He could do whatever he wanted with me now. He could take anything, my innocence, my life... anything. He pulled on my arm until I was turned sideways, and pushed me to lay down, climbing on top of me, and kissing me hard on the lips. He stopped only when he heard a whimper of pain, and pulled his head up a bit to stare into my eyes with his, lustfilled ones. The lust scared me. "Please don't hurt me.." I whispered, ashamed of panicing the way I did, but a little begging could do wonders.
"Oh I'm going to hurt you. Eventually." He hissed, lowering his mouth to my ear, "But you decide when, and how much." He trailed kisses back to my mouth, watching my reactions carefully this time. He noticed the tears, which had begun flowing down the sides of my head, to the matress, and touched a gentle hand to one of the streams, as if amazed that I was capable of crying. But I -was- capable of crying, in fact, I was currently trying to hold back wails.
"Not yet." I sniffed, staring up at him even though the tears stung my eyes, and the look on his face scared me beyond mention. He wasn't lying when he said he could frighten me more than a husband or father ever could, I was, indeed, scared stiff, "Please not yet.."
He bit his bottom lip, and shoved away from the matress, turning instead to the window, getting a relieved sigh out of me, "You have twenty four hours." He stated, "I won't touch you for that amount of time. Get whatever you need to get done, done. Tie up all the loose ends. Do whatever you have to do." He turned around, and looked at me with an expression somewhere between a glare, and a blank stare, "But whatever you do, your virginity stays put. Got it?"
I wiped my eyes, and nodded stiffly, "G-got it.." I stuttered, sitting back up, and drawing my knees to my chest as if they were some kind of life preserver.
He nodded, and turned back to the window, "All of this changes if for some reason you decide you're ready before the twenty four hours is up. I will not take you during this time, by force, Terra, but that is not to say that I will not seduce you." I bit back a smart remark to the effect of 'what makes you think you could ever seduce me?' and, it was probably wiser not to say it, than to say it, as he already seemed quite cranky. I nodded as he turned around, and plopped back down in the chair he'd chosen as his own, "Good night."
---Morning---
For a moment, I'd almost forgotten all about the past night, and I sat up perfectly chipper. But then, the sight of a sleeping Draco came to my eyes, and I groaned, lying back down, and pulling the covers over my head. I waited patiently for the complete memory to come back to me. Thats when I remembered, 'twenty four hours' and bolted out of bed, darting toward the door, but my wrist was caught before I could get there. I turned, and sighed to see that Draco not only was awake, but also had a firm hold on my wrist, and I wasn't likely to be able to move, unless he decided I could. He glared darkly at me, his eyes like two burning coals in a raging fire. "What did we agree on, Terra?"
"I didn't agree on anything." I stated, a fire raging in my own eyes. Oh yes, I was pissed, and I was gonna let it -show-...Not a good idea. First his face was expressionless, and then it contorted into a cruel grin as he thrust me onto the bed. He'd suddenly become so strong, it actually made me whimper, and back away in fear.
"Guess I don't have to not touch you for twenty four hours then." He stated, smirking as he stepped slowly toward me. I jumped up, and we immediately began the ring around the bed, though I knew he was only tormenting me.
"No, no. I like your plan better." I stated, and gasped as he merely reached over the bed, and yanked me forward. I nearly cried out in surprise, but he clasped a hand over my mouth before I could even take in a breath, and he stared down at me, his blonde hair hanging over his face in the most seductive way.
"Here's the deal, -princess-." He hissed, moving his hand from my mouth, to my wrist. He waited for me to stop struggling before he went on, "Wherever you go, I go with you. Whatever you do, I'm doing it with you. Are you catching what I'm saying." It wasn't really a question.
"Y-yeah." I stuttered, making a small meep sound as he pushed my wrists further into the matress. We were both still, and silent, just staring at each other, until he finally moved, climbing off me, and offering me a hand to help me up. I decided it'd be easiest just to let him help me up, but hesitated before grasping ahold of his hand. He gently (?!) pulled me off of the bed, and, still keeping a firm hold on my hand, led me out of the common room, smirking as he watched me steadily pale. He played his game all too well.
Although -I- was supposed to be doing everything, Draco ended up dragging me all around the school, doing what he had to do, when he had to do it. Eventually, however, he did lead me to the headmaster where they disgussed the start of school dance. It would be held the next day, monday, instead of the daily classes. While they were still there, I requested two hours, alone, in my old common room, knowing that he knew that no Idiodoms could get in there. It was granted me, and Draco was, though grudgingly, ordered to escort me to my old common room. He did, indeed lead me back to my common room, and slammed the door between us, but I had the distinct feeling he was still on the other end, so I ended up going up into my old dormitory.
It wasn't two minutes before he had followed me up.
When Draco stepped into my room and cleared his throat, I must've jumped a foot in the air, and whirled around. "W-what are you doing here?! Pop-pop.. I mean.. Headmaster Dumbledor told you to give me two hours alone!"
"You broke the deal." Draco hissed quietly, stepping toward me, and causing me to back away. Damn me, I was still terrified of him.. but then.. with the look in his eyes.. I had a feeling even the strongest woman on earth would be scared. His eyes held such anger, such hunger, such heat, I was surprised I wasn't trying to jump out the window, just to get away.
"And?" I replied defiantly, trying to ignore the fear as he backed me into my bed. I wasn't pleased, and obviously, he -was-. This was what he had been trying to get me to do, and now he had reasons to -make- me do it. Christ, I was doomed.
"And you're going to pay for it." Within a moment he rocketted on top of me, knocking me to the bed, and ripping my hands above my head as he literally tore my robes, and dress off of me. I didn't know when he took off the clothes, he probably magiced them away somehow, but before I could comprehend the change, he was deeply embedded inside of me, and I felt like I was being torn apart limb by limb. I tried to grip ahold of his shoulders, but he snatched ahold of my wrists, and held them to either side of me, waiting for the pain to pass before ripping himself back out.. as well as some blood.. and wandered casually into the bathroom, leaving me there.
I painfully curled up, and sobbed silently into my knees. I wanted to get up and kill him for what he had done, or at least finished the job, added something besides pain, but I couldn't. I couldn't move, much less use magic or fight physically; it hurt too much. So all I did was lay there, waiting for the pain to leave me. I spotted a bit of red, and slowly reached down to the sheets. I pressed a finger to the stain, and lifted it to my face, until I was staring at my blood covered fingertip. I began sobbing harder, resisting the urge to throw something, because I really didn't have the option. The only thing keeping me going was to swear, if only to myself, that I -would- get revenge.
----Draco's POV----
I strolled into the bathroom, and shut the door behind me, resisting the urge to slam it. I put both hands on the edge of the sink, and stared into my mirrored reflection, wondering why, exactly, I had been so harsh with her. I hadn't even given her the option of feeling any pleasure whatsoever, but hell, she should feel lucky that I deemed her virginity mine to take, most other girls would, regardless of how gentle or rough I decided to be. It was a buyers market for me, but.. still... I glanced down, and snatched a towel out of the air, turning my gaze to the head of my erection, and damn near paled.
'blood'
I hadn't realized that I'd hurt her quite -that- much, I must've gone to deep in my effort to pain her. I growled, wiping the blood off, what did I care anyway, I was just playing with the broad the whole time. I growled, and tossed the cloth at the mirror, turning to lean my ass against the sink, burrying my head in my hands. I -was- just playing with her, I'd already determined that plenty of times. This was a deadly game of wits (a game I've never lost before) and I wasn't going to loose it because the bitch had a pretty face, and could take a little pain. -NO-
But she deserved more. More then I was providing for her, and more then that twit Potter ever even TRIED to provide for her. But the qestion was- was I willing to provide it for her? "NO." I growled aloud, pounding on my forehead, "No, no, no, no, -NO-." I sighed, and began to pace. Why did I start this in the first place: She was too perfect, needed a blemish on her record. Well, she isn't perfect, she has to deal with those fucking little creatures.. what did she call them.. Idiodoms? Can she handle herself now?: No, probably not. But that wasn't entirely my fault! Should I help her through it?: No, no, no, no, no... ... ...yes. I sighed, and picked up the cloth, thrusting it into the waste basket. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right.
I emerged from the bathroom, watching her jump, her fear for me had been realized. That was what I wanted, wasn't it? 'ah' I sighed mentally, 'was is the key word, isnt it.' "Calm down." I ordered as I walked casually toward her, and to the bedside as she just sat there, probably frozen in place as she stared fearfully at me, "I'm not going to hurt you again." She gulped, and nodded with unspoken fear.
----Terra's POV----
I was scared plain out of my mind when he began climbing onto the bed. I expected him to pounce on me, and take me quite in the same fashion he had before, but instead, he gently took ahold of my wrists, and raised them above my head. He trailed light kisses down my stomach until he came to the part of me that still ached in memory of what had just happened. He kissed the spot gently, as if obeying the 'a kiss will make it better' idea most children had when they were young. And then he kissed the spot again, and again, each kiss becoming steadily more.. tongue-y, until he darted his tongue into the cavity.
Pain suddenly forgotten, as if vanished, I gasped for air, snatching ahold of the headboard to keep from crying out. His touch made me tingle with what I used to think was goose bumps. But that wasn't what it was, at least, not from being scared, or disgusted. It was just his touch, it made me want to lay down, and moan a good long, pleasurefilled moan.
He lifted his head, and passionately kissed me, my taste was still on his lips, and it aroused me more than I thought it possibly could. "Be ready." He whispered, pulling his head back, and easing into me. He waited, watching my expression until the momentary pain passed, and slowly began pumping, keeping my expression in mind as the pain began to dwindle, and the pleasure to grow. He began going a little faster, at a steady rythem, until my whispered moans of 'more' came to his ears, and his pace began going faster, and stronger with each thrust.
He continued that way until he was pounding into me so fast, and so hard, it was amazing that the bed didn't break, and my moans of, purely pleasure, echoed through the entire common room. Until suddenly, the boiling pit of pleasure inside my womb exploded. It didn't even slow him down, and a couple more explosions erupted through me before he finally thrust one last time, and released his own hot eruption. We both stayed there, silent, satisfied, and red in the face.
"Terra?" I heard my grandfathers voice, and footsteps coming closer to my room. I paled visually, and wrapped my arms around Dracos neck as if he were a life preserver.
Chapter Five
Draco thrust me onto the bed, "Lay down. Go to sleep. I don't want to hear a peep from you for the rest of the night." He growled, before plopping down in the chair furthest from my bed. I caught myself from falling off the other end, and glared at him, pulling myself up under the covers.
"I didn't -ask- you to be here, you know." I hissed, completely ignoring the warning. What did I care what he didn't want to hear? "So don't take it out on me." I brought the covers higher to my neck, and brought my knees to my chest as he stood up in that fatherly manner, when they're silently telling you, 'Dont make me go over there.' That only made me angrier. "And who are you to try to frighten me?! You're not my father, and your not my husband, so don't tell me what to do!"
He gave me a whithering deathglare, "Shut up, or I'll frighten you more then your husband or father ever could. And as for you're 'asking' me to be here, you'll be begging me to -leave- before the night is done if you don't shut your fat mouth, and go to sleep." He hissed, snatching up his wand for effect. I had to admit, if only to myself, it was a terrifyingly suductive sight, but damn me if I was going to succumb to it.
"And if you don't quit with the threats, you'll find yourself missing a limb or two!" I hissed, careful to keep my voice down, dispite my anger, since the profecers were still downstairs- I could still sense Armondi- and I didn't exactly want them coming up here. I scooched back as he took a step toward me, and he smirked coldly. He could tell I was terrified of him, and he was enjoying it to the fullest. He took another step toward me, and another until I was pressed against the backboard so hard I was sure my back was now black and blue.
"Will I." He drawled, a slow grin coming to his face. He took another step forward, so he was at my bedside, and reached a hand to rest just beside my head. He leaned forward until our foreheads were touching, and he could feel that I was trembling, before moving toward my ear, "Seems like someones a little too scared to do anything harmful." He hissed, his breath washing over my skin like a tantalizing storm, so beautiful, and let so capable of harming me, "Besides, the profecers are still downstairs. Any noise or blood, and they'll be up here like a shot, and you, my dear, would be expelled." He smirked as I lowered my gaze to my knees, shaking harder, if possible. He pulled his head away, and put a gentle hand on my cheek, almost lovingly, if it were not for the dark look in his eyes.
I shoved him away, or tried my best to, "N-no. Don't touch me." I stuttered, doing my best to pull away from him, but he had a firm hold on my forearm, a hold I wasn't likely to get away from. My eyes welled up with tears, he had me trapped, literally. He could do whatever he wanted with me now. He could take anything, my innocence, my life... anything. He pulled on my arm until I was turned sideways, and pushed me to lay down, climbing on top of me, and kissing me hard on the lips. He stopped only when he heard a whimper of pain, and pulled his head up a bit to stare into my eyes with his, lustfilled ones. The lust scared me. "Please don't hurt me.." I whispered, ashamed of panicing the way I did, but a little begging could do wonders.
"Oh I'm going to hurt you. Eventually." He hissed, lowering his mouth to my ear, "But you decide when, and how much." He trailed kisses back to my mouth, watching my reactions carefully this time. He noticed the tears, which had begun flowing down the sides of my head, to the matress, and touched a gentle hand to one of the streams, as if amazed that I was capable of crying. But I -was- capable of crying, in fact, I was currently trying to hold back wails.
"Not yet." I sniffed, staring up at him even though the tears stung my eyes, and the look on his face scared me beyond mention. He wasn't lying when he said he could frighten me more than a husband or father ever could, I was, indeed, scared stiff, "Please not yet.."
He bit his bottom lip, and shoved away from the matress, turning instead to the window, getting a relieved sigh out of me, "You have twenty four hours." He stated, "I won't touch you for that amount of time. Get whatever you need to get done, done. Tie up all the loose ends. Do whatever you have to do." He turned around, and looked at me with an expression somewhere between a glare, and a blank stare, "But whatever you do, your virginity stays put. Got it?"
I wiped my eyes, and nodded stiffly, "G-got it.." I stuttered, sitting back up, and drawing my knees to my chest as if they were some kind of life preserver.
He nodded, and turned back to the window, "All of this changes if for some reason you decide you're ready before the twenty four hours is up. I will not take you during this time, by force, Terra, but that is not to say that I will not seduce you." I bit back a smart remark to the effect of 'what makes you think you could ever seduce me?' and, it was probably wiser not to say it, than to say it, as he already seemed quite cranky. I nodded as he turned around, and plopped back down in the chair he'd chosen as his own, "Good night."
---Morning---
For a moment, I'd almost forgotten all about the past night, and I sat up perfectly chipper. But then, the sight of a sleeping Draco came to my eyes, and I groaned, lying back down, and pulling the covers over my head. I waited patiently for the complete memory to come back to me. Thats when I remembered, 'twenty four hours' and bolted out of bed, darting toward the door, but my wrist was caught before I could get there. I turned, and sighed to see that Draco not only was awake, but also had a firm hold on my wrist, and I wasn't likely to be able to move, unless he decided I could. He glared darkly at me, his eyes like two burning coals in a raging fire. "What did we agree on, Terra?"
"I didn't agree on anything." I stated, a fire raging in my own eyes. Oh yes, I was pissed, and I was gonna let it -show-...Not a good idea. First his face was expressionless, and then it contorted into a cruel grin as he thrust me onto the bed. He'd suddenly become so strong, it actually made me whimper, and back away in fear.
"Guess I don't have to not touch you for twenty four hours then." He stated, smirking as he stepped slowly toward me. I jumped up, and we immediately began the ring around the bed, though I knew he was only tormenting me.
"No, no. I like your plan better." I stated, and gasped as he merely reached over the bed, and yanked me forward. I nearly cried out in surprise, but he clasped a hand over my mouth before I could even take in a breath, and he stared down at me, his blonde hair hanging over his face in the most seductive way.
"Here's the deal, -princess-." He hissed, moving his hand from my mouth, to my wrist. He waited for me to stop struggling before he went on, "Wherever you go, I go with you. Whatever you do, I'm doing it with you. Are you catching what I'm saying." It wasn't really a question.
"Y-yeah." I stuttered, making a small meep sound as he pushed my wrists further into the matress. We were both still, and silent, just staring at each other, until he finally moved, climbing off me, and offering me a hand to help me up. I decided it'd be easiest just to let him help me up, but hesitated before grasping ahold of his hand. He gently (?!) pulled me off of the bed, and, still keeping a firm hold on my hand, led me out of the common room, smirking as he watched me steadily pale. He played his game all too well.
Although -I- was supposed to be doing everything, Draco ended up dragging me all around the school, doing what he had to do, when he had to do it. Eventually, however, he did lead me to the headmaster where they disgussed the start of school dance. It would be held the next day, monday, instead of the daily classes. While they were still there, I requested two hours, alone, in my old common room, knowing that he knew that no Idiodoms could get in there. It was granted me, and Draco was, though grudgingly, ordered to escort me to my old common room. He did, indeed lead me back to my common room, and slammed the door between us, but I had the distinct feeling he was still on the other end, so I ended up going up into my old dormitory.
It wasn't two minutes before he had followed me up.
When Draco stepped into my room and cleared his throat, I must've jumped a foot in the air, and whirled around. "W-what are you doing here?! Pop-pop.. I mean.. Headmaster Dumbledor told you to give me two hours alone!"
"You broke the deal." Draco hissed quietly, stepping toward me, and causing me to back away. Damn me, I was still terrified of him.. but then.. with the look in his eyes.. I had a feeling even the strongest woman on earth would be scared. His eyes held such anger, such hunger, such heat, I was surprised I wasn't trying to jump out the window, just to get away.
"And?" I replied defiantly, trying to ignore the fear as he backed me into my bed. I wasn't pleased, and obviously, he -was-. This was what he had been trying to get me to do, and now he had reasons to -make- me do it. Christ, I was doomed.
"And you're going to pay for it." Within a moment he rocketted on top of me, knocking me to the bed, and ripping my hands above my head as he literally tore my robes, and dress off of me. I didn't know when he took off the clothes, he probably magiced them away somehow, but before I could comprehend the change, he was deeply embedded inside of me, and I felt like I was being torn apart limb by limb. I tried to grip ahold of his shoulders, but he snatched ahold of my wrists, and held them to either side of me, waiting for the pain to pass before ripping himself back out.. as well as some blood.. and wandered casually into the bathroom, leaving me there.
I painfully curled up, and sobbed silently into my knees. I wanted to get up and kill him for what he had done, or at least finished the job, added something besides pain, but I couldn't. I couldn't move, much less use magic or fight physically; it hurt too much. So all I did was lay there, waiting for the pain to leave me. I spotted a bit of red, and slowly reached down to the sheets. I pressed a finger to the stain, and lifted it to my face, until I was staring at my blood covered fingertip. I began sobbing harder, resisting the urge to throw something, because I really didn't have the option. The only thing keeping me going was to swear, if only to myself, that I -would- get revenge.
----Draco's POV----
I strolled into the bathroom, and shut the door behind me, resisting the urge to slam it. I put both hands on the edge of the sink, and stared into my mirrored reflection, wondering why, exactly, I had been so harsh with her. I hadn't even given her the option of feeling any pleasure whatsoever, but hell, she should feel lucky that I deemed her virginity mine to take, most other girls would, regardless of how gentle or rough I decided to be. It was a buyers market for me, but.. still... I glanced down, and snatched a towel out of the air, turning my gaze to the head of my erection, and damn near paled.
'blood'
I hadn't realized that I'd hurt her quite -that- much, I must've gone to deep in my effort to pain her. I growled, wiping the blood off, what did I care anyway, I was just playing with the broad the whole time. I growled, and tossed the cloth at the mirror, turning to lean my ass against the sink, burrying my head in my hands. I -was- just playing with her, I'd already determined that plenty of times. This was a deadly game of wits (a game I've never lost before) and I wasn't going to loose it because the bitch had a pretty face, and could take a little pain. -NO-
But she deserved more. More then I was providing for her, and more then that twit Potter ever even TRIED to provide for her. But the qestion was- was I willing to provide it for her? "NO." I growled aloud, pounding on my forehead, "No, no, no, no, -NO-." I sighed, and began to pace. Why did I start this in the first place: She was too perfect, needed a blemish on her record. Well, she isn't perfect, she has to deal with those fucking little creatures.. what did she call them.. Idiodoms? Can she handle herself now?: No, probably not. But that wasn't entirely my fault! Should I help her through it?: No, no, no, no, no... ... ...yes. I sighed, and picked up the cloth, thrusting it into the waste basket. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right.
I emerged from the bathroom, watching her jump, her fear for me had been realized. That was what I wanted, wasn't it? 'ah' I sighed mentally, 'was is the key word, isnt it.' "Calm down." I ordered as I walked casually toward her, and to the bedside as she just sat there, probably frozen in place as she stared fearfully at me, "I'm not going to hurt you again." She gulped, and nodded with unspoken fear.
----Terra's POV----
I was scared plain out of my mind when he began climbing onto the bed. I expected him to pounce on me, and take me quite in the same fashion he had before, but instead, he gently took ahold of my wrists, and raised them above my head. He trailed light kisses down my stomach until he came to the part of me that still ached in memory of what had just happened. He kissed the spot gently, as if obeying the 'a kiss will make it better' idea most children had when they were young. And then he kissed the spot again, and again, each kiss becoming steadily more.. tongue-y, until he darted his tongue into the cavity.
Pain suddenly forgotten, as if vanished, I gasped for air, snatching ahold of the headboard to keep from crying out. His touch made me tingle with what I used to think was goose bumps. But that wasn't what it was, at least, not from being scared, or disgusted. It was just his touch, it made me want to lay down, and moan a good long, pleasurefilled moan.
He lifted his head, and passionately kissed me, my taste was still on his lips, and it aroused me more than I thought it possibly could. "Be ready." He whispered, pulling his head back, and easing into me. He waited, watching my expression until the momentary pain passed, and slowly began pumping, keeping my expression in mind as the pain began to dwindle, and the pleasure to grow. He began going a little faster, at a steady rythem, until my whispered moans of 'more' came to his ears, and his pace began going faster, and stronger with each thrust.
He continued that way until he was pounding into me so fast, and so hard, it was amazing that the bed didn't break, and my moans of, purely pleasure, echoed through the entire common room. Until suddenly, the boiling pit of pleasure inside my womb exploded. It didn't even slow him down, and a couple more explosions erupted through me before he finally thrust one last time, and released his own hot eruption. We both stayed there, silent, satisfied, and red in the face.
"Terra?" I heard my grandfathers voice, and footsteps coming closer to my room. I paled visually, and wrapped my arms around Dracos neck as if he were a life preserver
Authors notes:
Well.. Short chapter.. Just wanted to see how many programs I could use to get this up.. anyways, if you read this, pleeeeeeeease review!! My reviews stop at chapter two- what's up with that? sigh Anyways... I'm not sure when my next chapter will come out. I've been having computer problems...
Draco thrust me onto the bed, "Lay down. Go to sleep. I don't want to hear a peep from you for the rest of the night." He growled, before plopping down in the chair furthest from my bed. I caught myself from falling off the other end, and glared at him, pulling myself up under the covers.
"I didn't -ask- you to be here, you know." I hissed, completely ignoring the warning. What did I care what he didn't want to hear? "So don't take it out on me." I brought the covers higher to my neck, and brought my knees to my chest as he stood up in that fatherly manner, when they're silently telling you, 'Dont make me go over there.' That only made me angrier. "And who are you to try to frighten me?! You're not my father, and your not my husband, so don't tell me what to do!"
He gave me a whithering deathglare, "Shut up, or I'll frighten you more then your husband or father ever could. And as for you're 'asking' me to be here, you'll be begging me to -leave- before the night is done if you don't shut your fat mouth, and go to sleep." He hissed, snatching up his wand for effect. I had to admit, if only to myself, it was a terrifyingly suductive sight, but damn me if I was going to succumb to it.
"And if you don't quit with the threats, you'll find yourself missing a limb or two!" I hissed, careful to keep my voice down, dispite my anger, since the profecers were still downstairs- I could still sense Armondi- and I didn't exactly want them coming up here. I scooched back as he took a step toward me, and he smirked coldly. He could tell I was terrified of him, and he was enjoying it to the fullest. He took another step toward me, and another until I was pressed against the backboard so hard I was sure my back was now black and blue.
"Will I." He drawled, a slow grin coming to his face. He took another step forward, so he was at my bedside, and reached a hand to rest just beside my head. He leaned forward until our foreheads were touching, and he could feel that I was trembling, before moving toward my ear, "Seems like someones a little too scared to do anything harmful." He hissed, his breath washing over my skin like a tantalizing storm, so beautiful, and let so capable of harming me, "Besides, the profecers are still downstairs. Any noise or blood, and they'll be up here like a shot, and you, my dear, would be expelled." He smirked as I lowered my gaze to my knees, shaking harder, if possible. He pulled his head away, and put a gentle hand on my cheek, almost lovingly, if it were not for the dark look in his eyes.
I shoved him away, or tried my best to, "N-no. Don't touch me." I stuttered, doing my best to pull away from him, but he had a firm hold on my forearm, a hold I wasn't likely to get away from. My eyes welled up with tears, he had me trapped, literally. He could do whatever he wanted with me now. He could take anything, my innocence, my life... anything. He pulled on my arm until I was turned sideways, and pushed me to lay down, climbing on top of me, and kissing me hard on the lips. He stopped only when he heard a whimper of pain, and pulled his head up a bit to stare into my eyes with his, lustfilled ones. The lust scared me. "Please don't hurt me.." I whispered, ashamed of panicing the way I did, but a little begging could do wonders.
"Oh I'm going to hurt you. Eventually." He hissed, lowering his mouth to my ear, "But you decide when, and how much." He trailed kisses back to my mouth, watching my reactions carefully this time. He noticed the tears, which had begun flowing down the sides of my head, to the matress, and touched a gentle hand to one of the streams, as if amazed that I was capable of crying. But I -was- capable of crying, in fact, I was currently trying to hold back wails.
"Not yet." I sniffed, staring up at him even though the tears stung my eyes, and the look on his face scared me beyond mention. He wasn't lying when he said he could frighten me more than a husband or father ever could, I was, indeed, scared stiff, "Please not yet.."
He bit his bottom lip, and shoved away from the matress, turning instead to the window, getting a relieved sigh out of me, "You have twenty four hours." He stated, "I won't touch you for that amount of time. Get whatever you need to get done, done. Tie up all the loose ends. Do whatever you have to do." He turned around, and looked at me with an expression somewhere between a glare, and a blank stare, "But whatever you do, your virginity stays put. Got it?"
I wiped my eyes, and nodded stiffly, "G-got it.." I stuttered, sitting back up, and drawing my knees to my chest as if they were some kind of life preserver.
He nodded, and turned back to the window, "All of this changes if for some reason you decide you're ready before the twenty four hours is up. I will not take you during this time, by force, Terra, but that is not to say that I will not seduce you." I bit back a smart remark to the effect of 'what makes you think you could ever seduce me?' and, it was probably wiser not to say it, than to say it, as he already seemed quite cranky. I nodded as he turned around, and plopped back down in the chair he'd chosen as his own, "Good night."
---Morning---
For a moment, I'd almost forgotten all about the past night, and I sat up perfectly chipper. But then, the sight of a sleeping Draco came to my eyes, and I groaned, lying back down, and pulling the covers over my head. I waited patiently for the complete memory to come back to me. Thats when I remembered, 'twenty four hours' and bolted out of bed, darting toward the door, but my wrist was caught before I could get there. I turned, and sighed to see that Draco not only was awake, but also had a firm hold on my wrist, and I wasn't likely to be able to move, unless he decided I could. He glared darkly at me, his eyes like two burning coals in a raging fire. "What did we agree on, Terra?"
"I didn't agree on anything." I stated, a fire raging in my own eyes. Oh yes, I was pissed, and I was gonna let it -show-...Not a good idea. First his face was expressionless, and then it contorted into a cruel grin as he thrust me onto the bed. He'd suddenly become so strong, it actually made me whimper, and back away in fear.
"Guess I don't have to not touch you for twenty four hours then." He stated, smirking as he stepped slowly toward me. I jumped up, and we immediately began the ring around the bed, though I knew he was only tormenting me.
"No, no. I like your plan better." I stated, and gasped as he merely reached over the bed, and yanked me forward. I nearly cried out in surprise, but he clasped a hand over my mouth before I could even take in a breath, and he stared down at me, his blonde hair hanging over his face in the most seductive way.
"Here's the deal, -princess-." He hissed, moving his hand from my mouth, to my wrist. He waited for me to stop struggling before he went on, "Wherever you go, I go with you. Whatever you do, I'm doing it with you. Are you catching what I'm saying." It wasn't really a question.
"Y-yeah." I stuttered, making a small meep sound as he pushed my wrists further into the matress. We were both still, and silent, just staring at each other, until he finally moved, climbing off me, and offering me a hand to help me up. I decided it'd be easiest just to let him help me up, but hesitated before grasping ahold of his hand. He gently (?!) pulled me off of the bed, and, still keeping a firm hold on my hand, led me out of the common room, smirking as he watched me steadily pale. He played his game all too well.
Although -I- was supposed to be doing everything, Draco ended up dragging me all around the school, doing what he had to do, when he had to do it. Eventually, however, he did lead me to the headmaster where they disgussed the start of school dance. It would be held the next day, monday, instead of the daily classes. While they were still there, I requested two hours, alone, in my old common room, knowing that he knew that no Idiodoms could get in there. It was granted me, and Draco was, though grudgingly, ordered to escort me to my old common room. He did, indeed lead me back to my common room, and slammed the door between us, but I had the distinct feeling he was still on the other end, so I ended up going up into my old dormitory.
It wasn't two minutes before he had followed me up.
When Draco stepped into my room and cleared his throat, I must've jumped a foot in the air, and whirled around. "W-what are you doing here?! Pop-pop.. I mean.. Headmaster Dumbledor told you to give me two hours alone!"
"You broke the deal." Draco hissed quietly, stepping toward me, and causing me to back away. Damn me, I was still terrified of him.. but then.. with the look in his eyes.. I had a feeling even the strongest woman on earth would be scared. His eyes held such anger, such hunger, such heat, I was surprised I wasn't trying to jump out the window, just to get away.
"And?" I replied defiantly, trying to ignore the fear as he backed me into my bed. I wasn't pleased, and obviously, he -was-. This was what he had been trying to get me to do, and now he had reasons to -make- me do it. Christ, I was doomed.
"And you're going to pay for it." Within a moment he rocketted on top of me, knocking me to the bed, and ripping my hands above my head as he literally tore my robes, and dress off of me. I didn't know when he took off the clothes, he probably magiced them away somehow, but before I could comprehend the change, he was deeply embedded inside of me, and I felt like I was being torn apart limb by limb. I tried to grip ahold of his shoulders, but he snatched ahold of my wrists, and held them to either side of me, waiting for the pain to pass before ripping himself back out.. as well as some blood.. and wandered casually into the bathroom, leaving me there.
I painfully curled up, and sobbed silently into my knees. I wanted to get up and kill him for what he had done, or at least finished the job, added something besides pain, but I couldn't. I couldn't move, much less use magic or fight physically; it hurt too much. So all I did was lay there, waiting for the pain to leave me. I spotted a bit of red, and slowly reached down to the sheets. I pressed a finger to the stain, and lifted it to my face, until I was staring at my blood covered fingertip. I began sobbing harder, resisting the urge to throw something, because I really didn't have the option. The only thing keeping me going was to swear, if only to myself, that I -would- get revenge.
----Draco's POV----
I strolled into the bathroom, and shut the door behind me, resisting the urge to slam it. I put both hands on the edge of the sink, and stared into my mirrored reflection, wondering why, exactly, I had been so harsh with her. I hadn't even given her the option of feeling any pleasure whatsoever, but hell, she should feel lucky that I deemed her virginity mine to take, most other girls would, regardless of how gentle or rough I decided to be. It was a buyers market for me, but.. still... I glanced down, and snatched a towel out of the air, turning my gaze to the head of my erection, and damn near paled.
'blood'
I hadn't realized that I'd hurt her quite -that- much, I must've gone to deep in my effort to pain her. I growled, wiping the blood off, what did I care anyway, I was just playing with the broad the whole time. I growled, and tossed the cloth at the mirror, turning to lean my ass against the sink, burrying my head in my hands. I -was- just playing with her, I'd already determined that plenty of times. This was a deadly game of wits (a game I've never lost before) and I wasn't going to loose it because the bitch had a pretty face, and could take a little pain. -NO-
But she deserved more. More then I was providing for her, and more then that twit Potter ever even TRIED to provide for her. But the qestion was- was I willing to provide it for her? "NO." I growled aloud, pounding on my forehead, "No, no, no, no, -NO-." I sighed, and began to pace. Why did I start this in the first place: She was too perfect, needed a blemish on her record. Well, she isn't perfect, she has to deal with those fucking little creatures.. what did she call them.. Idiodoms? Can she handle herself now?: No, probably not. But that wasn't entirely my fault! Should I help her through it?: No, no, no, no, no... ... ...yes. I sighed, and picked up the cloth, thrusting it into the waste basket. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right.
I emerged from the bathroom, watching her jump, her fear for me had been realized. That was what I wanted, wasn't it? 'ah' I sighed mentally, 'was is the key word, isnt it.' "Calm down." I ordered as I walked casually toward her, and to the bedside as she just sat there, probably frozen in place as she stared fearfully at me, "I'm not going to hurt you again." She gulped, and nodded with unspoken fear.
----Terra's POV----
I was scared plain out of my mind when he began climbing onto the bed. I expected him to pounce on me, and take me quite in the same fashion he had before, but instead, he gently took ahold of my wrists, and raised them above my head. He trailed light kisses down my stomach until he came to the part of me that still ached in memory of what had just happened. He kissed the spot gently, as if obeying the 'a kiss will make it better' idea most children had when they were young. And then he kissed the spot again, and again, each kiss becoming steadily more.. tongue-y, until he darted his tongue into the cavity.
Pain suddenly forgotten, as if vanished, I gasped for air, snatching ahold of the headboard to keep from crying out. His touch made me tingle with what I used to think was goose bumps. But that wasn't what it was, at least, not from being scared, or disgusted. It was just his touch, it made me want to lay down, and moan a good long, pleasurefilled moan.
He lifted his head, and passionately kissed me, my taste was still on his lips, and it aroused me more than I thought it possibly could. "Be ready." He whispered, pulling his head back, and easing into me. He waited, watching my expression until the momentary pain passed, and slowly began pumping, keeping my expression in mind as the pain began to dwindle, and the pleasure to grow. He began going a little faster, at a steady rythem, until my whispered moans of 'more' came to his ears, and his pace began going faster, and stronger with each thrust.
He continued that way until he was pounding into me so fast, and so hard, it was amazing that the bed didn't break, and my moans of, purely pleasure, echoed through the entire common room. Until suddenly, the boiling pit of pleasure inside my womb exploded. It didn't even slow him down, and a couple more explosions erupted through me before he finally thrust one last time, and released his own hot eruption. We both stayed there, silent, satisfied, and red in the face.
"Terra?" I heard my grandfathers voice, and footsteps coming closer to my room. I paled visually, and wrapped my arms around Dracos neck as if he were a life preserver.
Chapter Five
Draco thrust me onto the bed, "Lay down. Go to sleep. I don't want to hear a peep from you for the rest of the night." He growled, before plopping down in the chair furthest from my bed. I caught myself from falling off the other end, and glared at him, pulling myself up under the covers.
"I didn't -ask- you to be here, you know." I hissed, completely ignoring the warning. What did I care what he didn't want to hear? "So don't take it out on me." I brought the covers higher to my neck, and brought my knees to my chest as he stood up in that fatherly manner, when they're silently telling you, 'Dont make me go over there.' That only made me angrier. "And who are you to try to frighten me?! You're not my father, and your not my husband, so don't tell me what to do!"
He gave me a whithering deathglare, "Shut up, or I'll frighten you more then your husband or father ever could. And as for you're 'asking' me to be here, you'll be begging me to -leave- before the night is done if you don't shut your fat mouth, and go to sleep." He hissed, snatching up his wand for effect. I had to admit, if only to myself, it was a terrifyingly suductive sight, but damn me if I was going to succumb to it.
"And if you don't quit with the threats, you'll find yourself missing a limb or two!" I hissed, careful to keep my voice down, dispite my anger, since the profecers were still downstairs- I could still sense Armondi- and I didn't exactly want them coming up here. I scooched back as he took a step toward me, and he smirked coldly. He could tell I was terrified of him, and he was enjoying it to the fullest. He took another step toward me, and another until I was pressed against the backboard so hard I was sure my back was now black and blue.
"Will I." He drawled, a slow grin coming to his face. He took another step forward, so he was at my bedside, and reached a hand to rest just beside my head. He leaned forward until our foreheads were touching, and he could feel that I was trembling, before moving toward my ear, "Seems like someones a little too scared to do anything harmful." He hissed, his breath washing over my skin like a tantalizing storm, so beautiful, and let so capable of harming me, "Besides, the profecers are still downstairs. Any noise or blood, and they'll be up here like a shot, and you, my dear, would be expelled." He smirked as I lowered my gaze to my knees, shaking harder, if possible. He pulled his head away, and put a gentle hand on my cheek, almost lovingly, if it were not for the dark look in his eyes.
I shoved him away, or tried my best to, "N-no. Don't touch me." I stuttered, doing my best to pull away from him, but he had a firm hold on my forearm, a hold I wasn't likely to get away from. My eyes welled up with tears, he had me trapped, literally. He could do whatever he wanted with me now. He could take anything, my innocence, my life... anything. He pulled on my arm until I was turned sideways, and pushed me to lay down, climbing on top of me, and kissing me hard on the lips. He stopped only when he heard a whimper of pain, and pulled his head up a bit to stare into my eyes with his, lustfilled ones. The lust scared me. "Please don't hurt me.." I whispered, ashamed of panicing the way I did, but a little begging could do wonders.
"Oh I'm going to hurt you. Eventually." He hissed, lowering his mouth to my ear, "But you decide when, and how much." He trailed kisses back to my mouth, watching my reactions carefully this time. He noticed the tears, which had begun flowing down the sides of my head, to the matress, and touched a gentle hand to one of the streams, as if amazed that I was capable of crying. But I -was- capable of crying, in fact, I was currently trying to hold back wails.
"Not yet." I sniffed, staring up at him even though the tears stung my eyes, and the look on his face scared me beyond mention. He wasn't lying when he said he could frighten me more than a husband or father ever could, I was, indeed, scared stiff, "Please not yet.."
He bit his bottom lip, and shoved away from the matress, turning instead to the window, getting a relieved sigh out of me, "You have twenty four hours." He stated, "I won't touch you for that amount of time. Get whatever you need to get done, done. Tie up all the loose ends. Do whatever you have to do." He turned around, and looked at me with an expression somewhere between a glare, and a blank stare, "But whatever you do, your virginity stays put. Got it?"
I wiped my eyes, and nodded stiffly, "G-got it.." I stuttered, sitting back up, and drawing my knees to my chest as if they were some kind of life preserver.
He nodded, and turned back to the window, "All of this changes if for some reason you decide you're ready before the twenty four hours is up. I will not take you during this time, by force, Terra, but that is not to say that I will not seduce you." I bit back a smart remark to the effect of 'what makes you think you could ever seduce me?' and, it was probably wiser not to say it, than to say it, as he already seemed quite cranky. I nodded as he turned around, and plopped back down in the chair he'd chosen as his own, "Good night."
---Morning---
For a moment, I'd almost forgotten all about the past night, and I sat up perfectly chipper. But then, the sight of a sleeping Draco came to my eyes, and I groaned, lying back down, and pulling the covers over my head. I waited patiently for the complete memory to come back to me. Thats when I remembered, 'twenty four hours' and bolted out of bed, darting toward the door, but my wrist was caught before I could get there. I turned, and sighed to see that Draco not only was awake, but also had a firm hold on my wrist, and I wasn't likely to be able to move, unless he decided I could. He glared darkly at me, his eyes like two burning coals in a raging fire. "What did we agree on, Terra?"
"I didn't agree on anything." I stated, a fire raging in my own eyes. Oh yes, I was pissed, and I was gonna let it -show-...Not a good idea. First his face was expressionless, and then it contorted into a cruel grin as he thrust me onto the bed. He'd suddenly become so strong, it actually made me whimper, and back away in fear.
"Guess I don't have to not touch you for twenty four hours then." He stated, smirking as he stepped slowly toward me. I jumped up, and we immediately began the ring around the bed, though I knew he was only tormenting me.
"No, no. I like your plan better." I stated, and gasped as he merely reached over the bed, and yanked me forward. I nearly cried out in surprise, but he clasped a hand over my mouth before I could even take in a breath, and he stared down at me, his blonde hair hanging over his face in the most seductive way.
"Here's the deal, -princess-." He hissed, moving his hand from my mouth, to my wrist. He waited for me to stop struggling before he went on, "Wherever you go, I go with you. Whatever you do, I'm doing it with you. Are you catching what I'm saying." It wasn't really a question.
"Y-yeah." I stuttered, making a small meep sound as he pushed my wrists further into the matress. We were both still, and silent, just staring at each other, until he finally moved, climbing off me, and offering me a hand to help me up. I decided it'd be easiest just to let him help me up, but hesitated before grasping ahold of his hand. He gently (?!) pulled me off of the bed, and, still keeping a firm hold on my hand, led me out of the common room, smirking as he watched me steadily pale. He played his game all too well.
Although -I- was supposed to be doing everything, Draco ended up dragging me all around the school, doing what he had to do, when he had to do it. Eventually, however, he did lead me to the headmaster where they disgussed the start of school dance. It would be held the next day, monday, instead of the daily classes. While they were still there, I requested two hours, alone, in my old common room, knowing that he knew that no Idiodoms could get in there. It was granted me, and Draco was, though grudgingly, ordered to escort me to my old common room. He did, indeed lead me back to my common room, and slammed the door between us, but I had the distinct feeling he was still on the other end, so I ended up going up into my old dormitory.
It wasn't two minutes before he had followed me up.
When Draco stepped into my room and cleared his throat, I must've jumped a foot in the air, and whirled around. "W-what are you doing here?! Pop-pop.. I mean.. Headmaster Dumbledor told you to give me two hours alone!"
"You broke the deal." Draco hissed quietly, stepping toward me, and causing me to back away. Damn me, I was still terrified of him.. but then.. with the look in his eyes.. I had a feeling even the strongest woman on earth would be scared. His eyes held such anger, such hunger, such heat, I was surprised I wasn't trying to jump out the window, just to get away.
"And?" I replied defiantly, trying to ignore the fear as he backed me into my bed. I wasn't pleased, and obviously, he -was-. This was what he had been trying to get me to do, and now he had reasons to -make- me do it. Christ, I was doomed.
"And you're going to pay for it." Within a moment he rocketted on top of me, knocking me to the bed, and ripping my hands above my head as he literally tore my robes, and dress off of me. I didn't know when he took off the clothes, he probably magiced them away somehow, but before I could comprehend the change, he was deeply embedded inside of me, and I felt like I was being torn apart limb by limb. I tried to grip ahold of his shoulders, but he snatched ahold of my wrists, and held them to either side of me, waiting for the pain to pass before ripping himself back out.. as well as some blood.. and wandered casually into the bathroom, leaving me there.
I painfully curled up, and sobbed silently into my knees. I wanted to get up and kill him for what he had done, or at least finished the job, added something besides pain, but I couldn't. I couldn't move, much less use magic or fight physically; it hurt too much. So all I did was lay there, waiting for the pain to leave me. I spotted a bit of red, and slowly reached down to the sheets. I pressed a finger to the stain, and lifted it to my face, until I was staring at my blood covered fingertip. I began sobbing harder, resisting the urge to throw something, because I really didn't have the option. The only thing keeping me going was to swear, if only to myself, that I -would- get revenge.
----Draco's POV----
I strolled into the bathroom, and shut the door behind me, resisting the urge to slam it. I put both hands on the edge of the sink, and stared into my mirrored reflection, wondering why, exactly, I had been so harsh with her. I hadn't even given her the option of feeling any pleasure whatsoever, but hell, she should feel lucky that I deemed her virginity mine to take, most other girls would, regardless of how gentle or rough I decided to be. It was a buyers market for me, but.. still... I glanced down, and snatched a towel out of the air, turning my gaze to the head of my erection, and damn near paled.
'blood'
I hadn't realized that I'd hurt her quite -that- much, I must've gone to deep in my effort to pain her. I growled, wiping the blood off, what did I care anyway, I was just playing with the broad the whole time. I growled, and tossed the cloth at the mirror, turning to lean my ass against the sink, burrying my head in my hands. I -was- just playing with her, I'd already determined that plenty of times. This was a deadly game of wits (a game I've never lost before) and I wasn't going to loose it because the bitch had a pretty face, and could take a little pain. -NO-
But she deserved more. More then I was providing for her, and more then that twit Potter ever even TRIED to provide for her. But the qestion was- was I willing to provide it for her? "NO." I growled aloud, pounding on my forehead, "No, no, no, no, -NO-." I sighed, and began to pace. Why did I start this in the first place: She was too perfect, needed a blemish on her record. Well, she isn't perfect, she has to deal with those fucking little creatures.. what did she call them.. Idiodoms? Can she handle herself now?: No, probably not. But that wasn't entirely my fault! Should I help her through it?: No, no, no, no, no... ... ...yes. I sighed, and picked up the cloth, thrusting it into the waste basket. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right.
I emerged from the bathroom, watching her jump, her fear for me had been realized. That was what I wanted, wasn't it? 'ah' I sighed mentally, 'was is the key word, isnt it.' "Calm down." I ordered as I walked casually toward her, and to the bedside as she just sat there, probably frozen in place as she stared fearfully at me, "I'm not going to hurt you again." She gulped, and nodded with unspoken fear.
----Terra's POV----
I was scared plain out of my mind when he began climbing onto the bed. I expected him to pounce on me, and take me quite in the same fashion he had before, but instead, he gently took ahold of my wrists, and raised them above my head. He trailed light kisses down my stomach until he came to the part of me that still ached in memory of what had just happened. He kissed the spot gently, as if obeying the 'a kiss will make it better' idea most children had when they were young. And then he kissed the spot again, and again, each kiss becoming steadily more.. tongue-y, until he darted his tongue into the cavity.
Pain suddenly forgotten, as if vanished, I gasped for air, snatching ahold of the headboard to keep from crying out. His touch made me tingle with what I used to think was goose bumps. But that wasn't what it was, at least, not from being scared, or disgusted. It was just his touch, it made me want to lay down, and moan a good long, pleasurefilled moan.
He lifted his head, and passionately kissed me, my taste was still on his lips, and it aroused me more than I thought it possibly could. "Be ready." He whispered, pulling his head back, and easing into me. He waited, watching my expression until the momentary pain passed, and slowly began pumping, keeping my expression in mind as the pain began to dwindle, and the pleasure to grow. He began going a little faster, at a steady rythem, until my whispered moans of 'more' came to his ears, and his pace began going faster, and stronger with each thrust.
He continued that way until he was pounding into me so fast, and so hard, it was amazing that the bed didn't break, and my moans of, purely pleasure, echoed through the entire common room. Until suddenly, the boiling pit of pleasure inside my womb exploded. It didn't even slow him down, and a couple more explosions erupted through me before he finally thrust one last time, and released his own hot eruption. We both stayed there, silent, satisfied, and red in the face.
"Terra?" I heard my grandfathers voice, and footsteps coming closer to my room. I paled visually, and wrapped my arms around Dracos neck as if he were a life preserver
Authors notes:
Well.. Short chapter.. Just wanted to see how many programs I could use to get this up.. anyways, if you read this, pleeeeeeeease review!! My reviews stop at chapter two- what's up with that? sigh Anyways... I'm not sure when my next chapter will come out. I've been having computer problems...