How fast can these women run?! All week, it seems that all I've done is run from hundreds of girls!
It all began when they announced the final year ball. My father had the perfect idea of trying to set up a date/arranged marriage with a girl called Victoria Wallace. I knew her all too well though. Father, Zachary Wallace, country rock singer in America, Muggle. Mother, Adianna Jacques, auror, beauty of the ministry and pure blood. Whatever she saw in that man was terrible. Though they did create a rather pleasing to the eye daughter.
"Barty, this is Victoria..." My Mother announced, I narrowed my eyes at both of them as I looked at Victoria. Wearing a deep purple dress and green jacket, she wore the Ravenclaw symbol proudly on her purse.
"Don't be stupid. She's just a pathetic half-blood." I spat, moving out of the room and slamming the door behind me. I took all of the lashes proudly that night. I would not subdue to their pathetic attempts at setting me up with someone 'practical'. I would find a woman myself, someone smart, beautiful, pureblood, and perfect.
That's when it started at school...they were following me everywhere. First Verona Flint, then Zanbini girls. I swore that if I got another love letter that week I was going to go mental.
That's when it came to this. 30 women following me like rabid dogs, begging for my love or even possible to hold my hand. I didn't care which, I needed to get away. My fringe got in the way of my sight and I obviously didn't see anyone go in before me when I ended up in the broom closet...
Her. I seethed as I ended up squeezing against her, her face red from running, and her chest rising and falling from panting. Her pixie like hair cut was all over the place and she looked like she'd had just as rough a day as I had. I still wasn't going to feel sorry for her.
"Didn't...expect...company...men...many...men.." Cassiopeia panted. I almost laughed when I heard it, I tried to manoeuvre around her, get a comfortable spot. All I got was a face full of her pixie like hair style. Her hair style seemed to change on whim at the moment. Not that I really noticed of course...
"So, you got hunted down too?" I asked, once free of her hairs grip.
"Yeah...who knew that a silly party would be so much trouble?" She replied in question. She flicked her hair out of my face then, and I happened to catch the smell of her perfume. A sweet pear drop type smell. Most likely a home-made potion. It was intoxicating me, before I knew it I grabbed her face and kissed her passionately.
Her tongue was in my mouth and it tasted so sweet, I allowed my shaking fingers to run up her soft thigh and under her skirt. She was wearing silk. I found it was a thong. And then my pants became VERY stretched. She purred and rubbed herself against it.
"You fucking tease..." I growled before pulling up her legs so she was holding onto my hips with her thighs. And my god was it teasing. She loved it, every time I rubbed against her, grinding her, she let out a quick gasp of of her seductive little voice. It drove me wild, I began ripping the sides of her thong so that I could get closer to her heated center. My finger slipped over her clitoris, and my god was she wet.
"Fuck me..." She whispered. It didn't take me long to pull down my trousers. Then I entered her, pushing forward and she let out a cry. To my surprise she was tight, very tight, and it felt so good when I pushed into her. I can't tell if it was her first time or not but she was way too tight to be the slapper everyone gossiped about. I suddenly had way more respect for her. Didn't stop me ramming her like she was an enemy castle though.
She screamed out with every thrust and I felt her tighten around me, it had been around 20 minutes at this stage and I pushed further into her. "Come for me..." I whispered hotly into her ear, pushing my hips further and rubbing her swollen clit. She exploded then, panting, crying, and screaming my name. I was tipped over the edge and exploded too. The best orgasm I had, had so far. I came inside her, without even worrying about her getting pregnant. I whispered a spell which was much like the 'morning after pill' I'd read about whilst in the hospital once. She panted as she put her clothes back on.
"See you." Cassiopeia purred as she ran out of the door. I didn't know what to say, all I could do was laugh to myself.