Eros & Psyche Chapter 4A: Blaise & Ginny, a harry potter fanfic

CONTEST WINNER THIS CHAPTER: User "emilyneal" recommended the song, "The Touch, The Taste" by Asteria for Blaise & Ginny this go around. It perfectly reflects Blaise's thoughts here. So, this chapter is dedicated to emilyneal - congratulations! Lyrics for that song appear at the bottom of this chapter. Hope you'll find this song somehow and give it a listen.

Chapter revised (version 2.0) on 20 March, 2018

CHAPTER FOUR (#1): Blaise & Ginny

With a thought, the private room Blaise shared with his partner was purged of all moisture and the storm dissipated, leaving behind a blank, white ceiling. With a second, the room's décor morphed. The furniture, walls, and accessories all remained the same, but they were suddenly displaying a vibrant array of blues and whites, colours that were neither Slytherin or Gryffindor and which Blaise hoped would interject an ocean of calm into an otherwise tempestuous situation.

He also added a few more pillows to the bed for good measure, since it was a foregone conclusion that they would end up there again soon.

Ginny had remained mute since the end of this last question round, and she gripped her water glass a little too tightly, he noted. Obviously, she was nervous as to where they went from here.

She wasn't the only one.

He shut the door behind them and led her to the bed to sit. Taking her glass from her hand and placing it on the floor by their feet, he then sat next to her.

"Are you sure you want to continue, Ginevra? My card's very sexual."

He read it to her:

DEED: Lick any one part on your partner's body. Your choice.

His lioness took a deep breath, let it out nice and slow, and then read her own card to him:

DEED: Caress every inch of your partner's naked body, on the outside.

"I think we're pretty even this round," she replied, biting her bottom lip in clear consternation and lowering her eyes to the floor. A pretty blush highlighted her freckles upon the bridge of her nose.

Gods, she was lovely!

Didn't she realise yet how much he worshiped her, and that he would never hurt her purposefully? Hadn't he made it clear to her during this last round of questioning that he would get on his knees to prove it? How could she be at all afraid of him, when all he'd ever wanted was to serve her pleasure and thus sate his own?

The spanking she'd received from him must be why. It had been the wrong move, setting them off on the wrong foot. He'd just been so angry at her continued refusal to even consider him because of his Slytherin sorting, and he'd been jealous as all fucking hell at her obvious attraction to her teammate, Finnigan. That she'd admitted she'd been hoping for the Irish for her partner tonight had set him off, and that had made him meaner than he'd ever wanted to be with her.

Then he'd done worse the last action round: he'd blindfolded her, taken away her sight, and expected her to trust him, the man who had roughed up her bum less than an hour earlier. Yes, he'd been gentle, but he'd also coerced their first kiss, taken it with dubious consent. Like the Slytherin he'd been trained to be, he'd put her in a defenseless, exposed position and then had ruthlessly exploited her emotional vulnerability to gain her physical interest and glean her darkest secrets.

But she was Gryffindor, not a member of his House, and his manipulations wouldn't garner him any grudging respect from her. They would make her wary of trusting him, though.

He'd approached this all wrong, hadn't he?

With two fingers under her chin, Blaise tilted her face up, forcing her to meet his eyes and decided upon honesty. She seemed to react well to that. "Perhaps we should start over. Would you prefer we try that?"

"No."

Her answer startled him and he dropped his hand. "No?"

She frowned. "I mean, I don't want to pretend that last round didn't happen. I liked it."

His chest went tight…as did his trousers.

Fuck, she could kill him with the simplest words.

"Then what do you want? Do you want us to play out our cards this round or quit and see where things take us naturally?"

"What do you want?" she asked while looking up at him through the fringe of her long lashes.

Blaise shook his head. "I asked you first. You decide this round, as last round was mine. I'll do as you wish."

Her dark gaze reflected a myriad of emotions in response to his offer, including a brief moment of doubt, but behind it all was curiosity and the familiar gleam of lust. Patiently, he waited for her decision. This one was all on her, and he had to let it happen naturally, or risk her slipping through his fingers, or worse, resenting him.

Shoring up her courage, Ginny finally said, "I want to know more about you, Blaise Alessandro Zabini. And I want you to touch me. Preferably, both at the same time, if possible. Because I really want your hands and mouth on me again. In fact, I think I'll die if you don't kiss me soon."

Bloody hell, but that brassy mouth of hers never failed to arouse, astound, and amuse him!

"Then, I'd like to perform my card first," he explained as he turned to her and undid the buttons on her overcoat once more. "I want your pleasure, Ginevra. I'll find mine through yours."

Trembling with what he sensed was both nervousness and anticipation, his fiery partner allowed him to make her naked again, all except her stockings, which were too time-consuming to keep removing, and then he followed her into the middle of the bed as she crawled backward, lying flat. Looming over her, he paused slightly to take in her open, hopeful expression. It was clear she was frightened, but the fear wasn't for him so much as the fact that she was once more in a physically vulnerable position under him.

"I won't hurt you."

"I'm counting on that promise," she said with a wry smirk. "Besides, I can always TWN your arse all over this school if you do."

He chuckled. "You're a wicked woman, Red."

"Yeah, well, I think you like me for that."

"I think you're right." He reached up and ran a hand slowly just above her skin, careful not to touch her yet. "If you're serious about anything happening between us, however, I need your permission to freely touch you everywhere, as the cards are specific about that point. Will you grant me that privilege, my lioness?"

Without hesitation, she nodded. "God, yes, touch me! I mean, I give you official, formal permission to touch me and use your mouth on me, from now until the end of the game."

Talk about shockers! That was definitely showing him unearned trust. He'd have to be equally as generous, so she wouldn't feel so exposed.

"And I give you official, formal permission to touch me and use your mouth on me, from now until the end of the game as well, Ginevra."

He felt her relieved exhale of hot breath against his skin and heard her mumbled, "thank Godric" in reply, and laughed at her insane amount of courage.

"You won't be chuckling in a minute," she told him as her lids lowered and a sultry glint entered her eyes. She licked her lips and purred, "Take your clothes off and join me."

Sorely tempted, Blaise had to mentally put the iron shackles on that idea, because he knew the minute his trousers came off, he'd be up inside her, fucking her as hard as she was begging him to do to her. He'd made a commitment to earning the trust she'd just given him so freely, and the only way to do that was to show her how much he cherished her.

"Not yet, Ginevra."

Denying her was a difficult thing, especially when she looked up at him with that adorable, sullen expression on her face. He leaned down and kissed her pouting lips as sweetly as possible, though, to make up for it.

And all the while, he was fighting off the little devil on his shoulder egging him on to just do what she'd wanted.

"Let me show you how much I…care…for you," he murmured against her mouth. "I want you to enjoy being with me, to forget everything else we've done to each other before this moment and to know this, right here, is our beginning."

Tears filled her beautiful, brown eyes as she stared up at him in wonder.

"Okay," she agreed in a ragged whisper.

When he kissed her this time, it was with his whole love for her in his mouth. He knew it would overwhelm her, and yet as she'd always done with him, she didn't back down. She gave back as good as she got, her response passionate and honest.

Once more, a golden light flashed behind his eyelids, the same as had happened the last action round. Following it came a wave of arousal that swept him up and pulled him under its spell.

Until tonight, that had never happened to him. The closest had been when his inner beast had awoken that first time in the boy's showers, the afternoon Bole and Derrick had given him his first sexual experiences, and then again after, in his bed with Theo... That day, it had been a gleaming silver light bathing him in its radiance, followed by an uncontrollable and animalistic need to come over and over again and to feed on the strength from his partners climaxing right along with him. That had been pure lust, sharp and hungry and angry for fulfillment. This golden wave of desire was a different feeling, though. It was warmer, brighter, filled with joy and the promise of satisfaction.

There was something about Ginny that was different...

His lips caressed hers with soft takings and his tongue swept into the crevasse of her mouth to feast upon her rich flavour. Gods, she was so sweet! Drowning in her taste at the same time as burning up in her arms, Blaise struggled to maintain control, to be careful, to hold tight to the leash of the beast within to keep that darker side of his nature from hurting her. With more patience than he'd ever shown a lover before, he took his time licking, nipping, coaxing Ginny into giving up her control so he could slowly begin to bring down the barriers that still existed between them. Perhaps trusting him with her body was key to gaining access to her heart.

And he wanted that access so very much, he was finding out.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered around kisses, loving the way her body felt beneath his, all soft and willing. Slipping his fingers through the silken curtain of her hair he grabbed hold, never wanting to let go. "So spirited, so sexy." He gently worried her bottom lip with his teeth, then kissed it to soothe away any possible ache he'd made. "You're my kind of trouble, Ginevra."

She chuckled. "I could say the same, Zabini."

"Blaise," he bade her call him. Zabini was also Lorenzo's last name, after all, and he would not share even that much of her with his brother. Or anyone else, really. "Say my name again, as you did earlier."

She sighed in pleasure as he lightly rubbed his lips over hers, teasing and daring her to speak his name aloud again, testing her. "Blaise Alessandro," she finally whispered, kneading her fingernails into his shoulders like a contented kitten. "Blasius."

"Cyne Sovrano," he coaxed her to continue, feeling his magical aura tighten up and prepare for lockdown as she said his TWN again. She could force him to heel if she continued and said the rest. Would she do it? Gambling his freedom and will against her silly Gryffindor honour was playing with fire, and yet there was only one way to really know for sure whether or not he needed to take steps now to protect himself in the future. Besotted with his little lioness he might be, but Blaise couldn't afford anyone ever taking control of him again. "Say it, and you could command me to serve you with every pleasure tonight."

To his relief, she refused to play the game, clearly unwilling to wield his True Wizarding Name against him. Instead, she pulled him in even tighter and kissed him, attempting to seduce him the old-fashioned way. "You will anyway," she told him with a sly grin against his mouth when they finally came up for air. "That is if the cards are in my favour."

Tricky witch! She'd dodged the jinx with a cleverly considered charm.

"You're amazing," he told her with some measure of real awe.

Her hand smoothed down his chest, rounded his hip, and possessively grabbed his arse, however, startling him. "And you have the most luscious bum I've ever seen on a man. I swear, everything about you was made to tempt a girl."

She had no idea.

"You have your own charms, Ginevra," he pointed out, sliding a hand up the side of her waist to cup her breast. He rubbed a thumb over one soft, cherry-red nipple and felt it harden. She trembled against him, and he went from a state of lazy arousal to a hot, throbbing need just like that. "And I want to taste them. All of them. Now."

He ducked his head and without further ado, wrapped his lips around the erect little nipple and claimed it as his own. Such a perfect, lush breast, so sensitive... Ginny gasped in pleasure and arched her back to give him better access, for once surrendering to his desires without a fight or fear. She writhed under him, encouraging him not to stop, to take and tease harder. He licked and sucked and tugged at the tiny bud with blunted teeth, driving them both mad with want.

"Blaise," she sighed with pleasure, silently pleading for more, and he suddenly needed to taste every inch of her, driven on by her siren's call to serve her every need.

She clutched him to her as he worked a path back towards her mouth, pausing under her chin to nip and place open-mouthed kisses along the jawline. At her soft, pale throat, he licked like a cat over the place where her blood ran closest to the surface, his gums tingling as he clamped down on the flesh there and sucked, leaving an obvious love bite behind.

"Yes," she cried and tilted her head back and to the side, offering him more, trusting him with everything. The small concession had Blaise running fever-hot with need. Some of his infamous control slipped, and he bit down harder at her throat, the move instinctual and undeniable.

In the back of his head, somewhere where reason still lingered, he knew he was marking her. Not hurting her, but making it clear to all in a way that was semi-permanent that she was his.

A tiny whimper escaped her swollen, red lips and suddenly Blaise needed her kiss more than air. He recaptured it, swallowed her gasp as he pinched the neglected breast's hard, peaked tip.

"Oh, god," she gasped, arching even further into him. "I can't...think."

"Don't", he said, his voice low and growling as he bent his mouth to that ripe, little nipple and engulfed it in the heat of his mouth. If he was going to burn up from want, he was taking her with him.

Her thighs rose off the bed, wrapping around his hips, cradling him against her core and Blaise felt how slick she'd become from just this little bit of attention. She was as exquisitely receptive to him as he'd always dreamed.

Sneaking a hand between them, he touched all that glorious, wet heat, petted and caressed her soft, damp flesh until she was on the edge of bliss. With shiny eyes and red cheeks, she looked up at him like he was both her saviour and her greatest tormentor as Blaise gently rubbed her small, swollen clit.

"Will you come for me like this?"

She bit her bottom lip. "I need you inside me."

He slid a long finger deep into her, then a second. He curled them, found that perfect spot and teased it.

"Your mouth," she implored. "I need your kiss."

"As my lady commands."

He slipped down her body and pressed his lips to her sex, kissing the soft, pink flesh while thrusting his fingers deep into her again and again. Her thighs fell open, offering him everything and he gratefully accepted, licking the juice-laden slit and suckling upon her little clit.

"Oh, my god!" she cried out as he tasted his fill and relentlessly drove her towards climax with his hands and tongue.

"Look down," he sinfully purred up at her. "Watch."

Ginny sat up on her elbows to take in the view of him feasting upon her with wide, dark eyes.

"You taste like the sweetest pleasure," he told her. "Like temptation and sin, and everything a man could ever want."

Her lips parted at that and her chest worked hard as she suddenly fought for air. Her nipples pebbled. Blaise felt her inner depths trembling, tightening, going molten hot.

"Come, love," he breathed against her perfect flesh. "Come for me."

The muscles in her thighs quaked as she tumbled over the edge of reason. With a scream of pleasure, she threw her head back and let go, soaring for the heavens, diving straight into the storm.

From between her legs, Blaise looked up...and thought her the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen at that moment.

He wasn't going to stop. He was going to have her tonight, again and again, until they were both too sore to move, too sated to do more than sleep. He was going to make her his, and to hell with the consequences tomorrow. But not yet. There was still so much he wanted to do to her, and she looked rather exhausted all of the sudden. He'd need her rejuvenated and relaxed enough for them to come together because he knew that when it finally happened, she was going to be right there with him, leaping into the firestorm at his side.

Coaxing her into laying back down, he lapped up her juices, letting his tongue wander down to rim the tiny rosette below as well. He felt her go tense, but softly petted her pussy and kept his touches light so as not to scare her. Eventually, she relaxed a bit, until he'd decided she'd had enough and returned to kissing her sweet, wet cunt.

"I've dreamed of making you come like that," he murmured against the gently throbbing flesh, slowly working his way back up her body. "Thank you."

She tiredly laughed. "I should be thanking you. I've never come that hard in my life, not even with my own hand. My head's still spinning."

Blaise chuckled and rimmed her belly button with his tongue. "Don't cry ill now, my lioness. We've only just begun."

Weakly, she pulled at him to come back up so they were even once more. He followed her lead. "My card said I get to touch you everywhere next," she told him.

"If you want."

She flashed him a naughty grin. "I want."

With nimble fingers, she had his shirt unbuttoned and off his shoulders quicker than he'd expected, given her state of post-orgasm bliss. A few adjustments and it was on the floor next to her clothes. Next, her hands tore at his belt, flipping it open. She unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped his fly, tearing at his trousers and pants, jerking them down. "Off," she commanded, pulling them past his hips. "All the way off."

He sat up and removed the remainder of his clothes, tossing them aside without care.

"We're not going to fuck, not yet," he warned her and she actually pouted at that. Brushing the hair back from her face again, he tenderly told her, "There's more to sex than intercourse. I want to seduce you, Ginevra, to show you depths of sensuality you've never even guessed existed."

Again, she looked up at him with a bit of trepidation, and that concerned him. He knew the trust thing was still fragile, still being earned, but he had the nagging feeling that her fear had little to do with him, and more to do with what had happened to her in the past. He kissed her, gently, pulling her onto his lap. She straddled him, and it was hell feeling her wet core slide up against his hard, overly-eager cock. Cupping her bum, he held her still right there, with them pressed together, and he looked into her dark, shimmery eyes.

"You're never going to forget tonight," he told her, very assured of that fact. He intended to imprint himself and their night together on her memory for all time. "I won't let you."

With a careful hand, she traced over his lips, and in those silent moments, he'd have given anything to know her thoughts.

Finally, she met his eye again. "I think you're right."

They kissed, letting the moment wash over them and past, and then she was all business again. "But I want to make you come, too," she told him and rocked her hips so her pussy slid against his aching length.

He let her go and leaned back on his hands. "Then take me in your hand and bring me relief."

That wicked gleam entered her eye again and she slid off his lap. "Spread your knees," she told him and he did. "Wider."

Demanding little thing, wasn't she?

He inched his knees further apart, giving her unfettered access, just as she had him.

Again, with a careful touch, she told hold of him. "Geez, I can barely get my fingers around you," she whispered with awe as she slowly stroked up and down the taut length, and Blaise felt a bit of masculine pride at that. He knew he was hung, had won the prize there, and fortunately, he'd been well-trained how to use it, too. That Ginny clearly liked it was a bene. He couldn't wait to show her all the ways he could use it to bring her unrivaled pleasure, too.

Her focus was wholly riveted on what was happening at his hips as pre-cum beaded at the tip and wept down the side. He watched her lick her lips as if she was trying to decide whether to continue stroking or begin tasting. Anticipation for either built inside him, had him growing thicker, his abs trembling.

Gods, she'd hardly touched him and he was so swollen and hard... It wasn't going to take long at this rate.

"Ginny, I want to come like this, with you watching."

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. "I want to taste you."

"Next round," he promised her. "I want you to see how just your touch can set me off. Think of it as empowering you," he teased and then gasped as she gave him a hard swipe up and down. "Oh, fuck, that's so good. What you do to me, woman!"

She reached down and cupped his balls with her other hand and rolled them in her palm and Blaise groaned from the pleasure. His thighs strained, bunched as she sped up her hand's movements, and he began thrusting his hips upwards into the tight, velvet grip of her hand, reaching for that satisfying ending. "Harder," he begged her. "Just a little harder. I like the edge."

Her fingernails lightly scratched his sensitive sac, making them pulse and his hips kick uncontrollably. "I'm... Merda, I'm close!"

"Come on me," she offered and arranged her body and his cock so the angle would allow him to spill all over her abdomen and breasts.

"Oh, fucking hell, yes," he swore, as the visual of that seared itself into his brain and behind his eyelids. His hot cum, dripping off her nipples... With a roar, he released, thrusting his hips out to ensure his climax hit her square where they both wanted. He watched as spurt after hot spurt covered her, painting her beautiful, pale, freckled skin in his essence.

Something possessive and animalistic grabbed a hold of him and shook him hard, then. Before he could stop himself, he had Ginny on her back once more, his mouth latched onto her throat, his still releasing cock sliding between her smooth pussy lips. His hands gripped her hips, his body's width split her thighs wide, and it was only with the last bit of mental will that he avoided impaling her on his dick and fucking her into the mattress.

Breathing hard into her throat, he slid their wet, slick bodies together, knowing it was his cum being rubbed into her skin. His scent covered her, was saturating into her, and soon...very soon, it would fill her as well.

"Fuck me," she murmured the temptation into his ear. "God, I need you to fuck me!"

Blaise shook from head to toe, but with greater strength than he knew he had, he held still again and forced his jaw to release its hold upon her throat. "Not yet," he growled, fighting the thing inside him for possession. It seemed really out of control tonight, despite all he'd done in preparation for this game to assure that part of him would remain on lockdown for the duration. Yet here he was, hovering bare inches from losing all restraint. If he gave in to its demands now, he feared he could really hurt Red, whom he now could admit he loved beyond measure. He didn't want to lose her, not now that they were so close...

Calm down, calm down.

Beneath him, Ginny whimpered. "Blaise?"

Deep breath. Again.

He kissed her throat with soft reverence. "So good," he whispered and petted her hair, letting the action calm him down as well. "You made me feel so good, my lioness. You made me nearly lose control. Do you see what you do to me?"

What you've always done to me?

They were quiet for a bit after that, just holding onto each other. Finally, he put some space between them, lifting his heavier body off hers to prevent crushing her. Staring into her caramel-coloured eyes, he asked, "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head and gave him a small, hesitant smile. "I thought I might have hurt you."

He reassured her with a grin. "If that's your version of pain, kitten, sign me up."

They shared a laugh and that broke the ice, moving them past the awkwardness.

Carefully, Blaise sat up. Ginny's belly and chest glistened with his cum, where their rubbing bodies had slathered it all over her. The beast inside Blaise purred at seeing that mark upon her. "Sorry," he said, because it was the thing to say, not because he actually meant it. The fact was he was pleased to see his jizz all over her, too. He conjured a towel and cleaned her up nonetheless. "Let me."

"I don't mind," she admitted as he wiped her down.

"You'll need a shower."

She shrugged. "You'll just have to soap me up and rinse me off, then."

"Shall I do it on my knees?"

"Of course."

He chuckled at her audacity. "I can do that for you if you wish."

With a sultry, lazy stretch, she moved towards him, pushing the towel aside and taking his mouth like it was her due. "Thank you for…caring…for me, Blaise, and for making me feel so good." She nibbled her way down his chin, stopping over his pulse to give it a warm, open-mouthed kiss. He gasped as tiny electric shocks raced up his spine where her lips and tongue were pressed. "Also, for letting me see you lose control."

"Thank you for the same," he said as she pulled away, reluctant to let her go. He wanted her mouth back on him, wanted her marking his throat as he'd marked hers. He had given her quite the love bite, it seemed...

The beast inside him curled up and smiled in satisfaction at that.

Unable to restrain the impulse, he reached for her and pulled her back into his arms, dragging her into his lap. For the remaining few minutes, they held each other in silence, touching each other with gentle, slow, exploratory fingers. It was a sweet learning that profoundly moved Blaise's heart. The depth of his feelings for Ginevra left him floating on an unfathomable sea of emotion.

This, whatever it was, it transcended love. He would give her anything she desired, he would hold nothing back from her.

I am yours, he spoke to her with his soul.

The chimes rang just then. Without a word, they moved to re-dress, helping each other. When they were both properly attired again, they held hands as they walked to the exit, smiling shyly at each other. Ginny opened the door, and they headed for the couches. As she made to let him go to take her seat, Blaise felt a momentary stab in his chest, as if letting her go even for a few minutes was too long. Tugging her back into his arms, he lowered his lips and collected her kiss again, uncaring of any voyeurs.

Mine, a voice in his head triumphantly declared.

He would never let her go.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Musical Selection for this Chapter: "The Touch, The Taste" by Asteria. Lyrics are as follows…

So this is it, the feeling that I've missed…
A subtle kind of pain that keeps me from sleep.
I try to explain how your touch drives me insane,
And I can't spend a night without wishing I was with you.

I wanna tell you a secret, and leave it on your lips.
Wanna sing it through your body.
Wanna tell it through this kiss.
If I told you my secret, would you swear to keep it?
Would you swear to keep it?

Watching you dance and seeing you smile,
Still getting butterflies every once in a while.
Feelings insist I'm falling,
(I) twist on lust.
A choice to care…
A wish to touch…

When you say never, I'll say lie.
When you say always, I'll say true.
When you say love, I'll say you.
I'll say you.
I'll say you.
I'll say you.
I'll say you!