Chapter Twenty

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Hermione was absolutely furious. She stormed into their tent and couldn't stop shaking. Clenching her fists, she did her best to calm down but she was finding it rather difficult. She knew, in the logical part of her brain, that Clopin had a point. However, that didn't ease the fog of rage in her mind.

She heard Clopin enter the tent and was ready for another argument. They had disagreed before but nothing like this. Casting a few muggle-repellent charms, she removed her glamours. She didn't know what she was going to do but Hermione was damned if she was just going to let this go.

Turning towards her husband, she was surprised when he looked tired and defeated but that didn't deter her. Throwing her wand to the side, so that she didn't end up hexing him into next week, she strode towards him, determined to finish this. However, before she realised it, she had grabbed his face and crashed her lips against his. She remembered how Ginny had once told her how passionate angry sex could be. Now, she wanted to try it.

Thinking it might help them get their anger out, she was all for it. Forcing her tongue inside his mouth, Hermione heard him groan before reciprocating enthusiastically. She made her intentions clear when she pulled back just long enough to remove her blouse and corset, throwing them over her shoulder. Seeing the lust clear as day in his eyes, she knew that he caught on. Fisting his tunic, Hermione caught him in another long snog.

Clopin surprised her when he cupped her arse and lifted her up. Groaning against his lips, she lost herself to her lust just as he sat her down on the table. Normally, they would take their time and slowly remove their clothing before having sex. But this wasn't normal. This time, it was a raging frenzy of push and pulls. Biting his lip roughly, Hermione received a grunt in anticipation before he met her tongue, battling fiercely against hers.

Roughly pushing her legs apart, Clopin drew out a sharp gasp from her before he stepped forward and wrapped her legs around his waist. He gathered up her skirt and lifted it up, bunched around her waist, before pulling her harshly against him. Feeling his hard on against her cunt made Hermione groan and blush at the same time. Forcing her blush down, she shook her head clear of any embarrassment.

Clopin had convinced her to call it was it was over the past few times they had had sex. It certainly made things a lot more heated whenever she did, for both of them. Groaning as he pulled her tighter against him, Hermione thrust her hips against him, silently pleading. Clutching his tunic, she was certain that if he wasn't wearing it, she would have drawn blood with her nails.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when Clopin removed his belt, pulled his trousers down just enough and thrust into her roughly. Crying out, Hermione could do very little but hold on as he pounded into her cunt relentlessly. She heard him curse and tell her how wet and tight she was but pointedly ignored him, no matter how much of a turn on it was. She wasn't planning on saying a word any time soon. Holding on to him as tightly as she could, Hermione threw her head back and moaned. If she had known it would feel this good, she would have made him angry a lot sooner.

Unwillingly to be an idle partner, Hermione met his thrusts eagerly. Purposely clamping her cunt around his dick, she allowed herself a small smirk when he groaned loudly at the sensation before increasing his pace. A shot of pleasure raced through her when he hit that amazing spot deep inside her. Each smack of their hips built her up to the point where she was so close but couldn't quite make it over the edge.

Throwing an arm around Clopin's neck, she held on as she used her legs to force him to move even faster. The position had him lean his forehead against her shoulder. Just as she was about to tip over the edge, Hermione bit the juncture of his neck harshly. One more harsh thrust and the pair of them fell apart. Moaning in release, Hermione could feel her cunt spasm around him as she rested her forehead against Clopin's shoulder. She felt his cock leave her cunt but was rather tired and could only shudder at the sensation.

Panting heavily, the pair stayed like that for a moment before Clopin whispered in her ear.

"Don't you dare do anything so stupid again."

Feeling her anger rise once again, Hermione shot him a dark glare as she snarled at him.

"Make me."

The anger and lust returned to his eyes and Hermione knew her own eyes mimicked the look before he slammed his lips against hers. Moaning loudly, she wasn't ashamed to admit that the angry sex just might be her favourite kind. Clopin had pulled back before she realised it. Completely dazed, she was shocked when he pulled her off the table and spun her around. His warm hands on her bare back forced her to bend over.

Groaning, she almost hated the fact that she had told him she wanted to try this position. As it was, she had little choice but to hold on to the table as he impaled her roughly. His hands moved to her hips and he lifted her up slightly. Loving how deep he was able to enter her, Hermione groaned as she clawed at the table. His grip on her tightened at the sounds and she knew she was going to have bruises.

Not particularly caring, she did her best to thrust her hips back into him, wanting to take as much of his cock as she could. Hermione refused to tell him how much she loved having sex with him as it would give his ego a boost that it most definitely did not need. Although, she was certain he knew based on how often they would fuck.

Blinking the thoughts away, she didn't want to think. She wanted a rough, hard fuck and Clopin was giving it to her. Closing her eyes, she let herself enjoy the frenzied fornication. Clopin's uneven thrusts let her know just how much he was enjoying it more than his grunts and groans were. Smirking, Hermione found a way to get even with him if he ever pissed her off again. Apparently, hard sex was the best way to get her way.

The smirk quickly fell when he continued to pound into her. They were fucking so hard that the items on the table were jumping around so much that most of them fell onto the floor. There was very little doubt in Hermione's mind that the other gypsies knew exactly what they were doing. For whatever reason, that turned her on even more. Screaming out her pleasure even louder than before, Hermione almost came.

However, Clopin decided to take it up a notch. Hermione felt him lean over her, pressing up against her back, forcing her to lie flat on the table. This changed his thrusts so that whilst still hard, they were now shallow. Groaning, Hermione's eyes widened when she felt his hand cover her mouth and his lips press against her ear.

"Don't want them hearing you, do we?' Although his question was clearly rhetorical, Hermione's cunt clamped down on his cock, indicating just how turned on she was by that idea. Clopin hissed between his teeth as she gripped him like a vice. 'Or perhaps you do."

Despite this, Clopin didn't release his hand from her mouth. Taking it for what it was worth, Hermione felt no need to quieten any screams since he was keeping them muffled. Hermione couldn't believe how much she enjoyed him dominating her. His hand on her mouth, his other hand firmly pressing her hips down on the table, his cock pounding into her ruthlessly. She fucking loved it all.

Groaning even louder, she was determined to make him cum before her. Grinning wickedly against his palm, Hermione clamped down on his dick repeatedly. She knew it was working thanks to his grunts and groans but in retaliation, he let go of her hip and reached round to rub her clit roughly. Moaning, Hermione knew she was going to lose this battle but the second he let her up, she was going to have him her way.

Renewed determination coursed through her as she screamed against Clopin's hand in release. A loud curse let her know Clopin had also reached his climax. Taking a moment to calm down, Hermione searched her fuzzy brain to remember why she was angry. Groaning as he removed his dick from her, Hermione's eyes snapped open when she remembered.

Slowly turning around, Hermione looked him in the eye as she rested a hand against his chest. Purposely backing him towards the bed, she roughly pushed him down onto it so that he was sat down. She spotted the surprise in his eyes but the lust still remained. Smirking, she backed off slightly. Just as he recognised that she was backing away, she removed the ribbon from her hair.

Hermione wasn't sure if she liked the smirk on his face as he leaned back to enjoy the show, but as it was, she knew she was in control this time. Easing off her skirt, she stood before him in nothing but her jewellery. Slipping the bracelets off and taking her earring out, she stalked towards him like a predator. She saw Clopin gulp as he realised that her smirk wasn't for her strip show.

Lightly straddling his lap, Hermione looked him in the eye as she did something that shocked him silly. Hermione's hands gently trailed up and down her legs before easing up her ribcage on both sides. Just when she had his attention, she cupped her own breasts and played with her nipples. Her gaze refused to leave his.

Groaning, Clopin could do nothing but watch the erotic display. Hermione's smirk deepened when she saw his hands twitch. Casting a silent, wandless spell, she made sure he wouldn't be able to touch her, keeping him in place. Grinning wickedly, Hermione trailed one hand down and cupped her cunt, drawing out a low groan from her husband.

Deftly manipulating her clit, Hermione tilted her head back as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. She had never done this before but she found it quite invigorating. Moving her finger in small, tight circles, it wasn't long before she felt the pleasure build up inside her. Crying out as she came on Clopin's lap, Hermione smirked as he tried to move his hands to touch her.

She wasn't quite finished with him though.

Releasing her breast, Hermione rested her arm on his shoulder whilst her other hand moved to grip his cock. Clopin shuddered at the feeling, thrusting into her hand. Jerking him off was something Hermione had always tried to do but they ended up so caught up in each other whenever they fucked that she would only realise she hadn't had the chance the next day. Hermione's smirk became more noticeable when she squeezed him tighter, making him shiver and groan.

Hermione suddenly lightened her touch. Ghosting her fingertips up and down, she could see in his eyes that she was driving him crazy. Grinning, Hermione leaned over and brushed her lips against his ear.

"Do you like this, mon amour?"

Clopin simply nodded quickly before tilting his head back, closing his eyes. Hermione played about with her grip and speed, just to see how Clopin's expressions would change. After what felt like forever, Clopin grunted his release as his seed spurted all over her hand. He was panting rather heavily, making Hermione smirk.

Hermione looked down at her hand and a small thought came to mind. She had no idea what possessed her to do it but looking into Clopin's eyes, she raised her hand and licked the semen off her hand. She felt him tense beneath her as he stared at her in surprise and lust. She saw his eyes darken even more and promptly found herself on her back on the bed, his lips crashing down on hers.

She wondered if she hadn't made the spell to tied him back strong enough but soon had her attention diverted, battling his tongue with her own. Pulling on his tunic, Hermione growled when he smirked at her, unwilling to pull back long enough to pull it off. Fine then. Hermione grabbed a hold of the neck of the shirt and pulled with strength she wasn't even aware she had.

Clopin pulled back to look at her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to rip his clothes. With a small shrug, Hermione wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him back.

"I'll repair it later."

She didn't give him a chance to respond as she thrust her tongue back in his mouth. Clopin leant down on his forearms as he slowly rocked his hips against hers, indicating how hard he was once more. Biting his lip, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and waited for him to enter her once again.

He fucking didn't.

Instead, Clopin removed her legs from his waist and pinned her arms up above her head. Pulling back, he sent her a smirk which confused her. However, when she felt the fabric around her wrists, she realised that he was playing her at her own game. Pouting, she figured she would let him... for now.

Hermione could only watch impatiently as he sat back on his heels, enjoying his view before him. Stretching out as much as she could, she tried to get him to do something, anything. Eventually, he crawled back up and gave her a small smirk. Opening her mouth, she had no chance to question him as his mouth began to move against her breasts. Moaning, Hermione arched her back, wanting more.

Clopin chuckled against her breasts but did nothing other than wrap his tongue around her nipple as his skilled fingers played with the other. Groaning, Hermione knew he was getting payback for her teasing. Biting her lip, she quickly realised what he was up to when he planted a few kisses to her stomach, moving further down as he did. Eyes wide, she could only stare in shock as he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders.

Straining against the ties on her hands, Hermione threw her head back as Clopin gave her cunt a long, firm lick. Unable to hold back her groans, Hermione surrendered herself to the incredible feeling.

"Oh, fuck!"

The young witch arched her back and thrust her hips against his face as he focused on her clit. Tensing, it wasn't long before Hermione threw her head back and screamed out her release. Sinking into the bed, she panted heavily, barely able to open her eyes and watch Clopin lick his lips with a wicked smirk.

He leaned over her and untied her hands before running his hand up and down her ribs. Rubbing her wrists, Hermione gave a satisfied grin.

"Have you learnt your lesson, chérie?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? What lesson?"

Clopin harshly pushed her legs apart before thrusting into her crudely. Screaming, Hermione clung on to him as he pounded into her once again. Still sensitive from her previous orgasm, Hermione shuddered with each shove. Gasping for breath, Hermione found herself suddenly sat up on Clopin's lap as he continued to thrust deep into her. Throwing her head back, she groaned loudly, especially when he kissed, licked and bit at her neck.

"You. Are. Not. Going. To. Do. Something. Like. That. Again."

To make his point, Clopin pushed himself even deeper with each word. Moaning, Hermione held his head to her neck, not caring about any marks he left.

"Fucking. Make. Me."

To make her point, Hermione clenched her cunt tightly around him with each word. Clopin grunted with each clasp, shuddering and tightening his grip on her. Hermione knew she was going to be covered in bruises and marks, but she honestly didn't give a shit. Not when it made her feel so fucking good.

Clopin hissed when Hermione clamped down on him a few times. She knew he was close and was desperate to make him cum first for once. However, she had a feeling that that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Pouting slightly, she rested her head against his shoulder, bumping her head now and then thanks to their fast-paced movements.

Huffing and puffing, Hermione just wanted to cum. Clopin was brilliant at bringing her to the edge, but he was a pain in the arse when it came to actually letting her cum. Biting her lip, she roughly slammed her hips down as he used his hands to keep her upright. Lifting her head, she met his gaze, finding it hard to look away. He couldn't look away from her either.

Hermione knew that she probably looked a right state. Lips swollen from their harsh attack on their lips, bruises and marks all up her neck and chest. Her hair was wild, untamed. She couldn't help but wonder why he stared at her with so much affection in his eyes. Then again, she certainly couldn't take her eyes off him either.

Clopin's own lips were swollen but that just made her want to kiss him again. Hermione had really bitten him quite harshly but the sight of the mark she had left make her cunt clench once again. Proof that he was hers and only hers.

Growling, Hermione slammed her hips down once more before crashing her lips against his. The move had caught him off guard but the groan that came from him enticed her even more. Instead of continuously bouncing up and down on his cock, Hermione had had enough. Grinding down on him hard, Hermione felt his cock attack every inch of her, forcing her to throw her head back and scream her release.

"HOLY FUCK!"

Clopin was right behind her. His grip on her back tightened as he spilled his seed inside her with a loud grunt followed by a long groan.

The pair fell against one another, completely losing all the strength they had. Hermione pulled Clopin down onto the bed besides her. Staring up at the ceiling, Hermione fought to control her breathing once more. Once they both retained control, they cast each other a side glance before chuckling. Rolling over onto her side, she curled up against him and let out a content sigh.

"I think angry sex is my favourite now."

Clopin wrapped and arm around her and pulled her in close.

"I have to agree with you there, mon amour."

The tent was silent as the couple fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.