CONTEST WINNER THIS CHAPTER: User readme2023 recommended the song, "Never Have I Ever" by Hot Chelle Rae for Theodore & Daphne this go around, and I thought it a perfect complement to Theo's thoughts here. So, this chapter is dedicated to readme2023 - congratulations! Lyrics for that song appear at the bottom of this chapter. Hope you'll find this song somehow and give it a listen.
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CHAPTER EIGHT (#4): Theodore & Daphne
As soon as Malfoy signaled the question round was over, Theo slid across the sofa until his side touched Daphne's. "Hey sexy lady, come here often?" he teased, as the others coupled up and headed for their private rooms.
Daphne gave him an amused smile and looked at him over the rim of her glasses, tweaking an eyebrow.
Man, he loved when she did that. So. Fucking. Sexy!
"Actually, tonight is my first foray into the Room of Requirement," she admitted.
Theo's jaw nearly hit the floor. "Really? Wow - an RoR virgin!"
Ever since this room had been discovered quite by accident by Longbottom during the year of Umbridge's terrorizing, it had become the place to go for a private hook-up. The room was completely off the grid – Filch had no idea how to get in, and neither did any of the staff, as far as Theo could discern. It could accommodate several couples at the same time, with none of them the wiser that they were sharing the same space with others, because the RoR was like a sentient pocket reality; a multi-dimensional space that had virtually limitless height, length and width abilities and that could fulfill your desires with a simple thought. Hip-hip for Undetectable Extension Charms and Replicating spells, as those two types of enchantments made just about everything in here possible!
He leered at his 'date,' bringing his nose down until it lightly bumped hers. "Seems that's two firsts I'll have of you, love," he murmured with smug satisfaction.
"Three," Daphne corrected him.
He tilted his head with the unspoken question, keeping his nose on hers.
"I have never swallowed semen before."
"Holy. Shite." He leaned his head back, looked up at the ceiling to thank someone up there for having made this possible, and exhaled all of the air in his lungs. He glanced at her. "That's not a joke, right? You're serious?"
His witch nodded. They stared at each other.
The Irish's door shut with a loud click, signaling that the last couple was safely nestled into their private chambers. They now had the run of the main room. Theo's heart rate accelerated, increasing the saliva in his mouth as he considered the possibilities. His 'little mate' in his trousers was tired after coming three times in less than two hours, but was making a valiant effort even so at showing some interest for a fourth hurrah.
"You're something else, you know - a one-in-a-million girl."
Daphne's lips twitched and a smile sprang into life. "Am I?"
"Yeah," he reached out and took her elegant, neatly manicured fingers in his hand. "You're brilliant, gorgeous, sexually experimental, and a Slytherin at heart. I'm just sorry it took me so long to see it all."
His witch traced circles with her nails over the back of his hand. "Tell me: what does your card require of you this round?"
He picked up his card and held it up for both of them to read.
Your partner has to kiss your neck, ears, face and lips as you instruct them.
Daphne held her card up next to his.
Your partner must give you a sensual foot and leg massage with a nice scented oil of your choice.
"Rather benign," she commented.
Theo took her card from her hand with a quick motion, tossing them both to the floor. Unfortunately, he accidentally cut her finger in the doing. Greengrass hissed and pulled her hand away, squeezing it to staunch the thin trickle of blood that welled to the surface of her skin. Realizing his mistake, he reached out and took her hand in his, bringing the cut to his lips and kissing over it. "Bloody hell, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I meant for that to look dashing and such, and instead I hurt you. Shite!"
Daphne giggled. "Then you must make it up to me, my Theo."
He slid to the floor at her feet, bringing her wounded finger into his mouth, licking over her injury until the blood flow was staunched. "Name my punishment, my Queen."
With an imperious, grand gesture, she pulled her finger from his mouth, made her feet and stood over him. "I'm curious, Theo: is it Pince specifically with whom you wouldn't care to copulate, or is it librarians in general?"
Curious as to where she planned to go with this new line of questioning, he played along. "Aren't all librarians the same?" he joked.
One of her golden eyebrows raised and she looked over her glasses at him again. Raising her hand, she silently Accio'd her wand to her, and it came with a slap of wood against flesh.
"Perhaps not. Follow."
Without waiting to see if he would comply or not, she turned and moved around him towards their private chamber. She left the door open behind her as she entered, and he could see a whirling of colors as their room adjusted to whatever fantasy image she had conjured upon entering it.
Theo ran to catch up, shutting the door to their exclusive suite behind him. Once through, he was pleasantly surprised by the new décor his partner had chosen for their frolicking: a replica of the Hogwarts library. It was perfectly detailed, right down to the tall windows with the stained glass at the tops lining one wall, showing the very early morning sky, still dark and several hours away from sunrise. He'd always wanted to shag a girl in the library at night. Now he'd get his chance.
Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he prowled down the wide corridor that separated the various book stacks, looking for his lover. To his delight, she was sitting on top of one of the study tables down at the far end, her long legs crossed and leaning back on the palms of her hands, watching his approach with a naughty smile. It took him a moment more to recognize what was different about her - her outfit had changed.
"How'd you do that?" he asked, nodding in appreciation at the sexy librarian look she had going on now. The tight, white blouse with the short, capped sleeves was very old-fashioned, but coupled with the demure, knee-high tweed skirt and the pair of five-inch, black heels…
Daphne wordlessly lifted her wand and pointed it at her hair. It immediately twirled up into a tight bun, revealing her long, tantalizing neck. "Magic," she teased with an amused twist of her lips.
Transfiguration was one class in which he knew she excelled, as he'd paid close attention to such facts over the last couple of months, since he'd begun watching her. He made an "ahhh" noise and nodded his head in understanding. "So, Madam Greengrass," he began, pretending right along with her, "is my detention to be spent shelving books in the stacks?" He stepped into her and placed his palms down over her hands, leaning down to her eye level. "Or, do you have something more nefarious in mind for me – like waxing the table tops?"
Daphne was completely undaunted by his proximity, or the fact that he was leaning over her in a dominant position. She wasn't the least concerned either with the possibility that he could simply push her onto her back, slide that tartan-striped skirt up, take her knicks down, and fuck her brains out right there across the table, like he was tempted to do. Instead, she stared him down behind those sexy, square glasses, her confidence over her control of the situation – of him - making him steel-hard in his trousers.
"You are expected to fulfill your obligation to me, Mister Nott," she explained in a no-nonsense tone, "and provide a satisfying leg massage, per your card's requirements." She uncrossed her legs, and Theo had to back up to avoid being hit somewhere decidedly delicate by her knee. "Furthermore, I expect you to attend to my cunt with a moist clean cloth and your hands while you are down there. I am a bit sore after your vigorous love-making last round, and require you to carefully administer some tender loving care to the area."
Theo almost blew his load right then and there. His chest went tight, his breathing quickened, and his muscles bunched like a predator's as he tensed with a hungry anticipation. "As you command, my Queen," he whispered and dropped to his knees before her.
With an easy thought, he summoned a bottle of massage oil that matched her perfume – jasmine, a scent he would forever associate with her from tonight onward. Daphne smiled as he opened the top and inhaled, giving her a slow, sinful grin.
"You may need this," she offered, conjuring a fluffy, green hand towel into existence and handing it over to him.
He took it with a quick kiss to the back of her hand in thanks, and set it on the table beside her. He put the bottle of oil on the table too and then got down to the task of removing her heels. Making a game of it, Theo discovered that his witch was, in fact, ticklish on the bottom of her feet, right in the center of her arch. Of course, he exploited this weakness until she begged his indulgence to stop.
"You are a wicked man, my Theo," she gently chastised him. "I may have to add to your punishment."
He lit up like a Christmas tree. If he'd had a tail, it would have been wagging. "Yeah, punish me! I'll do anything you wish, my Queen - anything."
She lifted one bare foot and pressed it to his shoulder. This had the dual effect of raising her skirt and giving him a peek of what lay under her woolen skirt – absolutely nothing. Theo licked his lips, feeling the flood of saliva thickly coat his tongue. He wanted to taste her again this round... "Make me lick your pussy in punishment," he whimpered the plea, his cock twitching, his pre-come rubbing sticky and warm against his tip as he was confined by his tight pants.
"We will see, my Theo," Daphne coyly replied. "But first" – she wiggled her bare toes at him – "my massage. I find I have a need to be pampered by my lover."
Eagerly nodding, Theo grabbed the oil and got to work.
He started at his woman's heels and worked his way up, conscientious of his every touch upon her soft skin. He massaged the pads of her feet, gently rolled her ankles, and eased the strain in her calves. About half the way through, it occurred to him that her action card had given him not just an opportunity to sexually worship her body, but also to learn all about his lover. True, he'd given Daph the massage of her life last round, but to be completely honest, that had been mostly about coercing her into love-making, and binding her to him through the act. This time, he was devoted to the goal of bringing her pleasure for the fun of it. Specifically, he discovered the appropriate pressure with which to touch her, and how to make her feel at ease or arouse her just by tickling over certain areas, like the backs of her knees and the sensitive skin between each toe. He watched her reactions with careful assessment, loving the way her mouth twitched at least twice just before she burst into merry laughter, and how she unconsciously thrust her chest forward and leaned back further on her palms when he lightly caressed to stir her desire. The husky, deep moans that escaped her mouth during those times had him straining to yank his dick out of his trousers and thrust into her.
Balls, had he ever wanted a woman this much? He'd had his share since he'd become sexually active at the age of thirteen. Suffice to say, not once, with any of the others he'd taken to bed since, had he felt like this – warm in the center of his chest, and desperate to please his partner. He'd never known love until now, although he'd secretly craved it all his life. It was frightening, but exciting at the same time.
Smoothing his way up her thighs, he parted them as wide as her skirt would allow. "May I?" he asked, fingering the hem, his implication clear – he wanted it over her hips so she would be bared to him.
Daphne's heated, blue gaze was locked onto his. "You may."
She raised her bum a fraction of an inch as he skimmed her skirt up and over her hips, moving very slowly, his stare never wavering from hers. "May I?" he asked, tilting his head slightly downward in a silent plea to look upon her naked lower body, playing his submissive role to the hilt.
She licked her lips. "You may."
Theo dropped his attention to her delicious pussy. The pink, denuded folds were glazed with a sheen of moisture, and her fleshy clit simply begged to be licked. Gods, she was pretty down here! The fact that he'd been the only man to fuck such a lovely place made her all the sweeter in his mind.
He conjured a warm, moist cloth to his hand, and held it before her slit. "May I?" he whispered the request, swallowing and trying to bring some moisture back to his mouth.
Her hand moved towards his hair, and her fingernails ran through the strands. She lightly scraped his scalp in passing, which elicited an unexpected, needy groan from his chest. "You may," she gave him permission.
With tender care, he swiped the cloth through her center, and then over her fleshy lips and around the rim of her opening, washing off the evidence of his previous claim. Doing so brought out a purely masculine possessiveness he'd never felt before. On the one hand, he was terribly disappointed and jealous that there would be no outward, physical proof that he'd been here at all. On the other, he was both greedy and anxious to fill her back up again and again with his cock and his come.
He brought his face closer, desiring to kiss and taste her again, but stopped just shy of his destination, remembering his role. "May I?" he asked, glancing up at her and licking his lips, his intention very clear.
His witch replied by widening her legs even further so he could fit his whole head between her thighs. Without waiting, he dipped down and in, pressing his mouth and nose to the soft tissues of her inner lips. Her arousal was a heady thing in the air between them, and on a deep inhale, he imprinted the scent of her musky, feminine fragrance, intoxicated by her natural perfume. Another groan escaped him as he sealed his lips over her clit and suckled very gently.
"Oh, OH!" Daphne cried out, falling back onto her elbows. "Yes, Theo, just like that!"
He did as bade, discovering all he could about her through this act. He stroked up and down her wet slit, lapping up her thick, luscious honey as it began to free-flow as her arousal grew higher and hotter. Her swollen clit throbbed with her accelerated heartbeat against his tongue. He nibbled at the puffy flesh, lathed over each parted lip, and tickled her narrow entrance. Her mewling cries grew louder with each passing second, her panting chest heaving as he traced circles over her rosy skin.
"I've never tasted anything so good. So hot and sweet," he murmured as he slowly licked up her frothy cream, his fingers gripping her thighs with almost bruising force to keep her still as she attempted to undulate against his mouth. "Mmmm. Your cunt is so delicious, Daphne." He pressed kisses over her opening, then thrust his tongue deep inside, curling it about to lap over every bit, erotically sampling her delicate flavors. "I could eat you for days, my sweet Queen."
With a wild moan, she fell flat onto her back on the table. "Oh, Circe, yes! Fuck me with your tongue, Theo! Feast upon me!"
He pumped his tongue as deep as it could go into her, stroking in and out in a rhythm set to bring her quickly. Simultaneously, he rubbed at the tiny, sensitive bud at the top of her slit. She jerked against him, her back arching off the table, her gasps and cries filling the air as she teetered on the edge. With a final rasp across the inside roof of her opening, Daphne shattered, coming in his mouth with a scream of his name. Her fingernails cut gouges in the table top as her fingers curled, seeking to hold onto something.
Theo greedily drunk up her release, taking the syrupy goodness that flowed out of her into his mouth and savouring it before swallowing. His hands maintained a bruising pressure on her hips until her shuddering passed and she relaxed into the table, limp and sated.
Standing to his full height, Theo wiped his hands with the towel she'd provided earlier and then undid his belt buckle and dropped trow, stepping out of his shoes and his trousers and pants. He tossed his shirt over his head, uncaring where it landed and then stepped between Daphne's opened legs. His cock was so painfully hard that when it bumped against her, it actually hurt a bit.
"Undo your buttons for me," he commanded, switching roles now that she'd had her fun. It was his turn. "Now, sweetheart – quickly! I want to see your tits."
Moving a bit slow and with shaky fingers because of her recent exertions, it took her a few seconds to comply. She pulled the edges of her blouse aside and the cups of her bra down to show off those pretty, perky breasts of hers again.
"Yeah, that's perfect," he murmured, reaching up to pinch the nipples with light pressure. Daphne moaned and arched up into his touch. "I want you to perform my card for me now." He very softly slapped her tits to stimulate them. They went instantly tight against his fingers. "Come here and kiss me."
Her eyes widened in surprise that he'd turned things around on them, but she obeyed, performing a crunch and using her hands to support her sitting up.
Theo bent his head so she could meet him half way, as their arms went about each other and their lips met. Her kiss was enthralling; her tongue swept into his mouth, lashing against his in a bold dance, caressing and cajoling in a playful rhythm. He luxuriated in her taste, allowing her to sample the taste of her own body's essence at the same time as seducing him. When he felt she'd toyed enough with his senses, he took charge of the kiss, thrusting his need into her mouth and down her throat with a rumbling growl.
Daphne was panting again by the time his lips pulled away and lathed a path down her throat. Pulling her glasses from her nose, setting them on a nearby chair with a careful toss, he centered his mouth over her ear and pulled her in tighter, so his steely cock lay right against her wet clit. "Bite me and leave a mark," he demanded of her, as he reached down between them to rub his thick crest all up and down her slit.
She did as he wanted, her little teeth taking firm grip of the flesh over his pulse. It made his knees shake and shot his need straight through the bloody roof. Lining them up, he grabbed her hips and thrust as hard as he could, fucking bollocks deep. Her soft, spongy flesh parted, drenching him in liquid silk and clenching with tight velvet around his entire length. "God, yeah!" he roared as her fingernails scored his arms and her legs wrapped around his waist.
It didn't matter that they'd done this three times now, and that he should be drained and exhausted from coming so much in only two hours. He felt like it was the first time, and he couldn't get enough of her to satiate his raging desire. He shagged her so hard that the table moved, scooting across the floor with each brutal thrust until it hit the wall and stopped. Penetrating her thick, swollen depths, he shuttled in and out with a rapidly increasing pace until she was screaming and climaxing all over his cock.
The feel of her saturated flesh rolling along the edges of his penis and milking underneath the overly-sensitive head brought him with a loud, violent shout. "OH FUCK, DAPHNE!" He released his seed in powerful spurts deep inside of her cunt, continuing to pump in and out until he was totally drained and the elation passed over him, leaving him both breathless and boneless.
Collapsing against her shoulder, he held onto her in a tight embrace, allowing her strength to support them both and keep them upright. His heart beat at a rhythm that seemed impossible to maintain without exploding, and his lungs felt grated.
"Well," she gasped, still trying to catch her breath as well, "I believe this… is a… first for me… as well."
It took him several minutes to recover enough sanity and physical control to not only pull out, but reply. His limp, very tired cock slipped out of her as he moved. "Huh?"
Yeah, that was about the extent of his coherency at that moment.
"This was the first opportunity I have ever had to experience a sexual liaison in a library," she explained, "not to mention dressing up in a staff uniform."
Theo let out a weak laugh and grinned. "Hell, if Pince wore something as daring as this" – he indicated the wanton outfit which adorned his lover – "I think she'd have less of a reason to frown. Filch, too, for that matter."
Daphne rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Can we please not discuss their… relationship? The thought makes me slightly ill."
The chimes rang just then, and Theo sighed. With a sulky effort, he replaced his lover's breasts in her bra and re-buttoned her shirt, waving bye-bye to each nipple as they were hidden from view once more. Daphne laughed at his antics. To get even with her, he caressed his fingers up and down her slit once more, gathering up their combined come, and brought it to his lips, glossing them.
"Kiss," he bade her, tilting his head towards her.
His witch's eyes glowed with true happiness as she lifted her mouth to his and snogged him a good one. Her fingernails ran through his hair again, and he sighed in pleasure. Now this was more like what he'd had in mind when he'd begun this whole game.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips. "So much, my Theo… my King."
He nuzzled his nose along the side of hers, feeling frisky and playful, despite his fatigue. "And I love you, sweetheart… even if you don't like to wear knickers and have a secret fixation for big, hairy half-giants."
Her surprised smile flittered across her cheeks. "Are you saying you do?"
He pinched her bum and helped her down from the table, righting her skirt. "Like to wear your knickers? Well, I've never tried, but I bet I would. They're all satiny…"
She slapped him on the arm.
"Oooh, you meant the fetish for Hagrid that you're secretly harboring in your heart?" he teased, as he moved to gather his clothing from the pile on the floor.
She slapped him from behind, upside the head this time.
"Help! Help! I'm being abused by my sexy dominatrix!" he joked as he slipped his legs into his pants and trousers, pulling them both up together. "That's it - I'm telling the Headmaster. Old Twinkly-Eyes will give you detention for sure!"
As he slipped his shirt back over his head, Daphne stepped into him and ran her fingernails lightly down his chest, tweaking his nipples. Theo gasped and moaned as the sensation shot straight to his dog-tired groin area.
"If so, perhaps I will be required to wax the table tops in the library again," she purred, lapping over his exposed nip. "Will you assist me with such a difficult chore, my Theo?"
He pulled his shirt over his body and grabbed his witch up, whisking them both around in a fast circle. Her arms automatically came around his neck and she laughed with unabashed joy. "Anytime you want, sweetheart! I'd love to get detention with you!" As he gathered her in his arms to carry her bridal-style, he grinned at her, heading for the exit. "You know, I think Pince might be smarter than I gave her credit, 'cause the library just became my new favourite place to visit."
TO BE CONTINUED…
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Musical Selection this Chapter: "Never Have I Ever" by Hot Chelle Rae. Lyrics are as follows...
Never ever before
has a colorful world
held a colorful girl like you.
You gotta fly!
Never ever have I
been just black or just white.
All this freedom and flight has got me feeling high.
Never have I ever felt like this before!
I've never been the one to knock, but now I'm at your door.
Well, listen very closely you can hear the sound
of a love that makes my heart beat, and my head spin 'round.
Head spin 'round, spin 'round, spin 'round, spin 'round, 'round, 'round...
I spin 'round, I spin 'round, I spin 'round.
(Let's all just turn into pure light!)
A passion runs from my heart.
The room is spinning to red.
The blood is leaving my head.
You're such a chemical!
It feels like fire and ice.
You bring my body to life.
Bouncing into the night, just like a butterfly.
Never have I ever felt like this before!
I've never been the one to knock, but now I'm at your door.
Well, listen very closely you can hear the sound
of a love that makes my heart beat, and my head spin 'round.
Head spin 'round, spin 'round, spin 'round, spin 'round, 'round, 'round...
I spin 'round, I spin 'round, I spin 'round.
Never have I ever felt like this before!
I've never been the one to knock, but now I'm at your door.
Well, listen very closely you can hear the sound
of a love that makes my heart beat, and my head spin 'round.
Never have I ever felt like this before (this before)
I've never been the one to knock but now I'm at your door (at your door).
Well, listen very closely you can hear the sound (hear the sound)
of a love that makes my heart beat, and my head spin 'round.
Head spin 'round (spin 'round), spin 'round (spin 'round), spin 'round (spin 'round), spin 'round, 'round, 'round (spin 'round)...
I spin 'round (spin round), I spin 'round (spin 'round), I spin 'round...!