I dont own any of the Harry Potter characters
Warning: MA rated
Not for minors...
You might want to skip until the bottom if you don't like lemons.
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It seemed odd to Godric that after only a few heated kisses and mere weeks of knowing each other they were falling into bed naked, making declarations of ownership on each other that should have come many months later. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was meant to be, or perhaps both of them realized that at any day he might somehow return home. Either way, as his hands slid over her body, caressing every inch of skin that he could reach, he felt so at peace, so completely exhilerated, that the mere idea of anything existing outside of this room was almost unthinkable.
"Are you sure this is acceptable?" he murmured against her lips, eyes half-lidded. She smiled into the kiss, sliding her tongue out to trace his upper lip.
"I'm positive," she whispered. She kissed him again, enjoying the lightheaded sensation that came with it.
"If you're right," he said quietly, "then perhaps you could do me the honour of removing this forsaken entrapment that I'm wearing."
Hermione giggled, pulling back and glancing down at him, feeling a rush of excitement at the sight of the black silken boxer shorts. "I don't think they need to come off just yet," she said seriously, rubbing her hips upwards slightly. He gulped, feeling himself harden even more at the suggestive manner in which she ground against him. "You're not even at full mast yet." The smirk on her face was enough to force the most mild of men to relinquish control of their passion; for Godric, who could only be described as hot headed, it drove him mad with lust and his mouth crashed to hers, his hips shifting slightly sideways to allow his fingers access to her. He ran his index finger lightly up and down both thighs, delighting in her responses of gasps and moans. Only when he himself was desperate to feel her did he slide a finger into her, elliciting a gasp that sent shivers of arousal up and down his spine. Gently, and excruciatingly slowly in Hermione's opinion, he thrust his finger in and out, enjoying the slightly squelchy sound that came from it. His mouth moved from hers as she feverishly tried to grind her hips upwards, whilst attempting to plunge her tongue deep into his mouth. Instead of kissing her, he placed his mouth beside her left ear, smiling as he spoke to her. "You're all wet..." he murmured softly. "How did that happen?" Hermione whimpered, grasping his head and trying to move him back to her lips, but to no avail. "Patience Hermione," he whispered. "I haven't done this in at least a thousand years... don't you think I should get a say in this?"
"A thousand years?" She hissed. "You still remember it like it was a month ago!"
He smirked, but didn't answer it. "You know what I want to do?" Godric murmured, toying with her breast with one hand, whilst his other slid slowly in and out of her. "I want to make you scream. I want to have you begging for more when the nights through. I want you to come so hard that you pull me over too..."
Hermione moaned loudly at his words, rubbing upwards desperately. "Please Godric..."
"I haven't even started yet," he told her, grinning as he pressed gentle kisses to her collarbone.
"Please... you feel incredible... I need... please... I want... faster..."
He frowned into her neck, knowing she could feel the crinkle of his forehead as he raised his eyebrows.
"When you manage to string together a sentence in proper english, perhaps I can consider consenting to your wishes..." he rubbed her clitoris lightly with his thumb, feeling her body shake in build up to orgasm.
"Yes..." she breathed. "Please, do that again..."
He consented, rubbing her until she was trembling on the very brink, despite his slow pace and apparent lack of enthusiasm. It was then that he removed his hand completely, lifting it to his lips and sucking his thumb gently. "You taste good..." he said, raising his hand as though it were a glass and he were toasting her. "So good I feel rather guilty keeping you all to myself..." He brought a glistening finger to her lips, tracing them lightly with the very tip of it. "Try some," he murmured, "you'll like it..."
She wasn't surprised when her whole body started to tremor; his voice was silken yet husky, filled with arousal and command, yet holding a touch of politeness that seemed to reflect his noble upbringing. Her whole body was beyond her control, and all she could see was him; she felt as though she were flying above the bed, only him and her in existance, wrapped in a cocoon of complete bliss as her orgasm washed over her... When she came down, her tongue traced her own lips lightly, cleaning the glistening liquid timidly.
"How is it?" He whispered, pressing his hips to hers, feeling her pulsing heat through the silky material of his boxers. "What does it taste like?"
"It's salty," she murmured quietly. Godric nodded slowly.
"Do you want more?" he queried, smiling down at her with heat in his eyes. In answer, she twisted her head, capturing his finger and sucking it into her mouth. He groaned aloud, closing his eyes in bliss as her tongue traced him. "Have you ever sucked a man, Hermione?" She moaned in the affirmative.
"Did you like it?"
Another moan; Yes.
He smiled licking her earlobe lightly before whispering. "Do you want to suck me?"
She let out a loud, gutteral exclamation of pleasure and began to thrash around beneath him again. He stilled her, holding her down as her breathing slowed again. "Go on then..."
She didn't need any more invitation than that. She flipped them over so that she was straddling his hips as he lay flat on his back, gazing up at her swaying breasts as she leant forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. "How far?" She murmured.
His eyes glistened. "As far as you want." He pressed his mouth to hers again, then lay back, resting his head on the pillow and watching as she slid down his body, kissing her way down his lightly haired chest and well toned stomach. He closed his eyes as her hair began to tickle his skin, feeling her hands hook under the waistband of his boxers and slide them down his legs. Biting back a smug grin at the mixture of gasp and moan that came from her mouth when she saw his organ, he opened his eyes and watched.
Her eyes were slightly wide, mouth open a little, her tongue tracing the outline of her lips as she anticipated the wonderful feeling of having him inside her. He was magnificent; she had been with three men before, all of whom had had organs of average size, all within an inch of each other. Godric's was larger than all of them, and for her part she was glad she was not a virgin; the idea of having that break her maidenhead would quite probably have scared her to death. As it was, he stood at full length, about nine inches long, with a bulbous head that was daunting yet alluring at the same time. Almost reverently, she pressed her lips to the tip, licking lightly at the crown and revelling in the power that she experienced as he shook for her. One hand gripped his length lightly, the other moved to his testicles, caressing them gently. He groaned, then sat up as she began to move her hand on his shaft. "Wait," he said softly, reaching for the bedside table and grabbing his wand. He waved it at her and felt the cool jelly like substance on her hand instantly. She frowned at him.
"You had lubricants?" She asked, slightly shocked.
He grinned. "I made them sweetheart. There's no need to get a friction burn every time a witch lays hand to me. It's better this way."
She frowned. Better for him, maybe, but it reminded her distinctly of dipping her hand in vaseline; it felt unnatural. He pulled her face to him and kissed her softly. "Trust me, I'll make it worth your while when you're done..."
The promise was an enticing one, and as he lay back down, she began to slide her hand slowly up and down, feeling him pulse under her touch as she opened and closed her hand in slight butterfly motions. He sighed in pleasure, watching her as she focused her eyes on his. She was beautiful, he thought, smiling at her. She smirked, a dirty look in her eyes that sent arousal shooting through him, before opening her mouth and sliding it over his head. He groaned, his hands wrapping in her hair and pushing her down on him until she met her own hand. He could feel the smile on her lips as she bobbed up and down, her hand and mouth following the same pattern, meeting each other as she sucked him into her mouth.
She was bloody good, Godric reflected. It may well have been a long time since he had last been in this situation, but he was certain that this was the best he'd ever recieved. There was a slight popping noise as she pulled away, and he looked down, attempting to hide his distress.
"What are you...?" But the question died on his lips as she proceeded to lick from base to tip, sucking his balls lightly and brushing her lips against the hot, blood-engorged skin.
"Merlin's ball sack..." Godric sighed.
"No," Hermione murmured, kissing his tip again. "Your ball sack."
He pushed her mouth down on him again and smirked. "Don't talk with your mouthful."
She giggled, the vibrations of her mouth sending pleasure coursing through his veins. He held her there, not letting her move, feeling her tongue flick at him as he attempted to control himself. It was pointless.
Hermione angled her mouth, taking him as deep as she could, but nowhere near as deep as she wanted, and letting out a soft moan as he moved her up and down on him again, his head hitting the back of her throat. She bit back her gag reflex, sucking lightly on him, then smiling inwardly as he stilled, stiffening for her.
"Hermione... you shouldn't..." He didn't have the time to finish; her hand squeezed his testicles again and he let out a feral growl of utter bliss as his orgasm washed over him, shooting into her mouth with complete helplessness. He felt her swallowing him, could feel the muscles of her throat as they contracted and relaxed, then pulled her up towards him, kissing her gently. "That was... incredible, to say the least."
She smiled. "I try my best." She peppered his neck with kisses. "And besides," she murmured, "I had an ulterior motive."
Godric smirked. "That you did." He pulled her against his chest and grinned, closing his eyes. "Goodnight Sunrise."
He could feel her glaring at him, but kept his eyes closed, resting his head on hers and pretending to yawn. She seemed to look at him for several moments, before speaking rather stiffly. "What about my reward?"
Kissing her forehead, he said, "later. I'm tired."
"You said when I was done," she pointed out.
He shrugged. "You wore me out. Take it as a compliment, not many women have managed it."
"Your stamina is rather laughable then."
He ground his teeth; truly, he should have seen that one coming. "Not at all Hermione; their's was just minimal."
She made an annoyed noise, rolling out of his embrace in an attempt to allure him. He rolled his eyes and pulled her back.
"Close your eyes and go to sleep." He whispered, draping his arm over her waist. "The sooner you sleep, the sooner we'll get back to it."
She bit back a retort, then sighed and snuggled closer to him, pressing her lips to his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her mouth.
"It won't work," he grinned.
"Mmm... I am tired actually..."
He nodded. "Go to sleep."
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He waited half an hour, till he was certain she had drifted off, and her light, regulated breathing met his ears. Smirking to himself, he hugged her, then rolled her slightly so that she was on her back. Godric slid down her body, careful to avoid contact until he reached her legs, which he parted, taking in the view of her body with utter delight. The light curls that covered her modestly were kept trim, something he rather liked; there was no need for there to be a bush the size of a forest - she was still slightly wet, if the glistening of her womanhood was anything to go by. With a small smirk, he pressed his mouth to her, flicking his tongue out slowly, tasting the saltiness that he had only sampled earlier on. With gentle movements, he lifted her thighs over his shoulder, probing his tongue deeper in a fluid movement. There was a slight increase in her breathing and he grinned against her, using his tongue expertly to make her body quake. Her clit was hard, and he flicked at it lightly. It was then that Hermione seemed to wake, her loud utterring of shock and pleasure a mixture between shriek and moan. He didn't stop, listening to her heavy breathing and delighting in the knowledge that he was about to fulfill his promise, while sliding a long digit into her, loving the feel of her around him. He ran his tongue languidly over her, then nibbled her clit lightly. He smirked, just as Hermione felt the world shatter around her, her cries of pleasure echoing around the room.
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Needless to say, waking up to find a handsome, intelligent, well endowed and incredible lover of a man between her thighs was one of the betters experiences of coming out of sleep. At first, she had considered that she was still dreaming, and that it was a very good dream, but the sensations that met her were so incredible that she had snapped her eyes open, watching as Godric lapped at her so needily. She hadn't had much experience with recieving oral sex - her previous lovers had all seemed averse to it - yet she was certain that there were few men who could bring her to climax mere seconds after she awoke. Admittedly, her body may well have been being built up for many minutes before she noticed, yet the smug look on his face as he pulled away and licked his lip told him that he was more than used to this.
"I'm ready," he grinned, indicating the erection between his legs. Her amber eyes went dark with lust, a violent need for him coursing through her body.
He came towards her on the bed, holding himself up on his arms, her legs now dropped to his sides. "The question is, are you?"
She couldn't begin to piece a sentence together - the whimper that escaped her lips was answer enough. Without waiting he slid into her, holding her close as he thrust deep, hitting her with long, hard strokes that tore gasps from her mouth.
"You feel amazing," he gasped in her ear, biting her neck gently as he continued to stroke into her, his pace increasing gradually, listening for her utterances to decipher how she liked it; from the moans and urges she uttered, she didn't like it at all - she loved it.
"Yes..." she whispered softly, "Godric... oh gods... harder, please... I want you... all of you.."
"Shhh..." he murmured. "You'll get it... I promise, you'll get everything you need."
Her hips ground into his, causing his eyes to roll back in his head. She met his eyes with pleading, and he growled, slamming into her with such force that she let out a whimper with every thrust. It felt incredible. He couldn't remember ever feeling so good in his lifetime. She was whimpering for him, and she felt better than any man had ever made her feel. He was everything a man should be; he was demanding, strong, forceful, yet somehow still compassionate. Somehow she knew that he was listening out, waiting for the slightest sign of discomfort to slow down again. He didn't have to; she'd never been so close to orgasm from simple penetration, and it felt indescribably fantastic.
He thrust into her, ridding her of the desperate need for him as he throbbed into her, but instead took her to some other place, a place where he was giving her everything, and yet she ached for that release. "I want to come..." she shrieked, "Oh gods please, make me come... I can't... it feels so good.."
He shushed her, one hand grasping her breast, pulling hard on the nipple and forcing yet another exclamation from her beautiful mouth.
He slid into her tightness over and over, feeling it wet and hot around him, groaning and hissing in abandonment, loving the feeling of utter divinity that washed over him as he did so.
"You want this don't you?" He gasped. "You want me sliding in and out of you like there's no tomorrow, telling you how hot I am for you, how tight you are, how good you make me feel..."
She didn't even need to answer. The bliss that ripped through her at his words was enough to show him exactly what she thought; torrents of pleasure overcame her as she thrashed around in his arms. He stilled, holding her against him as he waited for her to come down, feeling the sweat of their bodies mixing.
"Hermione..." he said, "we forgot the charm... against children."
"No, you did," she said softly, rolling him over onto his back. "I have a potion. I take it every day." She smirked, straddling him and sliding up and down his length repeatedly, "So I can do this, as many times as I want."
He smiled at her, stroking her cheek lazily and letting her do as she pleased, enjoying her movement above him. "I'm glad," he murmured. He waited several moments, then said quietly. "You're perfect." She stilled, looking at him with a soft smile that reached her eyes.
"Thank you..."
"Don't thank me," he said, "thank your parents."
She smiled, moving again, slower this time, talking to him softly. "I'd rather thank you. You're much more enjoyable."
He grinned. "I do try my best." He sat up, kissing her breasts gently, his breathing slightly ragged. "I'm afraid that I'm going to come." He told her quietly.
"That's alright," she grinned. "You've earnt it."
Smirking, he slid a hand in between them. "That I have... but I refuse to release without you."
He stroked her clit firmly, running his thumb in circles around it, then letting out a groan of pleasure as she tightened around him and he felt her gush. It was seconds before he was pulled over too, his release milked from him. They sat for several moments, Godric's arms around her waist as she kissed him lovingly. A tingling sensation overcame him, and he pulled her down to lie with him, loving how her head came to rest on his chest. His lips found her cheek and he whispered against it before placing a gentle kiss there. "I don't want to go home."
Hermione felt tears prick at her eyes. "No... nor do I."
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The pounding of fists on the door woke Godric, sending ripples of annoyance through him as he attempted to bury his face in Hermione's neck and block out all other sounds. It didn't really bother him that someone unnamed was knocking at his door, when the room was supposed to be out of use. In fact, the only thing that bothered him was that his peaceful sleep had been interrupted, and now he was clearly expected to answer the door.
"Come back later!" He called, nuzzling Hermione's neck as she began to stir.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HERMIONE!" Harry's unwelcome voice drifted under the door and Godric groaned. At a glance, he saw Hermione shaking her head vigorously.
"I'm not here!" She mouthed. He grinned, nodding, then called back.
"I have no idea. What on earth makes you think I'd know?"
"She was coming to see you! Where the hell is she? I know she wouldn't have gone off without telling anyone!"
Godric closed his eyes, counting slowly to ten in an effort to control himself. "If she was here, don't you think I'd know about it?"
"If she's not there, then why don't you open the bloody door!"
"Because I sleep in the nude!" He snapped back angrily, "and I'd rather not flaunt myself to you!"
"Put some clothes on then!" Harry yelled.
Godric hissed angrily. "Why does it matter whether I come to the door or not? Hermione is not here! And if you're looking for her, you're doing a god-awful job!"
"If she's not in there come to the door!" A silence stretched between them. "Come to the door or I'll blast it from its bloody hinges whether you're naked or not!"
Godric looked at Hermione helplessly, begging silently for some help from her. She looked at a complete loss.
"One!" Godric searched frantically for his wand, seeing it on the table.
"Two!" It was just out of his reach, a few inches away as he struggled to stretch over without dislodging Hermione.
"Three!" His fingers grasped the wooden handle, just as the door burst open. Godric looked at the doorway, wand held aloft, thankfully covered by the duvet of the bed. Hermione curled in embarassment against his side, blushing bright red as Harry stared gobsmacked at the scene before him.
"I thought you said she wasn't here!" He managed when he had recovered a little.
Godric looked down at the blushing woman next to him and shrugged. "I lied. Now would you mind? We're rather busy, as you can probably see!"
Harry glared at him. "You're not busy! You're a bloody pervert I'll give you that, but there's no way your busy!"
"Then why, Mr I-Know-All-And-Have-A-Wand-Up-My-Rear-That-Makes-Me-Feel-Brave, is she flushing red like a tomato?" Godric raised an inquisitive eyebrow, then grinned. "Get out of my bedroom before I throw you out please. I'm rather enjoying my breakfast." He threw a sly wink at Hermione, then looked back at the bespectacled boy before him.
"You can't just..."
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked. "Please leave! I'm fine. I'm not drugged. I'm not a prisoner... I am however naked and not in a particularly fantastic mood with you as of the moment you woke me from a very wonderful dream!" At this she smiled at Godric, as though he knew exactly what she meant. He blinked, looking slightly bewildered, then grinned at Harry.
"Need a hand out?"
Harry stared at them, shaking his head. "Please tell me you didn't...?"
"Yes, we did." Godric said smugly, "and if you stick around much longer you're in for a repeat performance. It's two galleons to watch though."
Harry looked as though he might be sick, fleeing the room looking distinctly pale. Hermione smiled at Godric, then indicated the door. "Can you fix that?"
"Sure..." He waved his wand and the broken splinters of wood fitted themselves back together. Kissing her lightly, he let his hand trail down her body.
"Did you mean what you said about a repeat?" She giggled.
He smirked. "Well, if you put your hand a little lower, you'll see how up for it I am..."
--
An hour later, they were tangled together in post-coital bliss, sweaty limbs wrapped around the other as the sweat from their touching foreheads mixed.
"Who was your first?" Godric asked quietly. "Was it that pubescent fool who seems to chase after you like some kind of hound?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Harry?"
"Whatever his name is..."
"No.. it wasn't Harry. It was a boy I know back home."
Godric nuzzled her neck gently. "Did he hurt you?"
She rolled her eyes. "Only a little."
He kissed her cheek. "You know, if he did, I could kill him... nobody would know it was me. They think I'm dead." He gave her a small grin.
She sighed and stroked his collarbone with her finger, very lightly, "you know it wouldn't make any difference to him, because he was a Muggle, and didn't know you existed." She smiled. "He thinks I go to private school as well..."
"A Muggle?" Godric said, frowning. "Are you Muggleborn?"
She nodded, meeting his eyes. "I thought you knew that."
"I didn't..." he said softly, but shrugged anyway. "How big?"
"Excuse me?" Hermione laughed in shock, drawing back ever so slightly.
"How big was he?" Godric queried, stroking her hair.
She shook her head. "I don't think I can disclose that information."
"Fine. Was he bigger than me?"
"No."
"Good." He kissed her nose. "Was he better?"
"No."
A wide grin spread over his face. "Thats my girl."
"Who was yours?" Hermione asked, a smug smile on her lips.
Godric froze. "Well... I... it was... a long time ago... I don't really... remember..."
"Was it Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff?" Hermione asked. He blinked.
"Are you implying that I had sex with Rowena or Helga?" He asked, feeling rather uncomfortable.
"That would be the general assumption if you lost your virginity to them, yes."
"Well, it was niether of them, thankfully. It was the healer at the infirmary down the road. I went in for stitches, and came out with... well..." he smirked. "Satisfied?"
Hermione blushed. "I didn't need the details."
"I didn't give you details." He grinned. "I just gave you an anecdote." He rolled onto her with a smile. "Have I told you recently that you're beautiful?"
"Yes. You did. Several times." She kissed the corner of his mouth lightly.
"Oh... well... I meant it."
She blushed. "Thank you. You're gorgeous too."
"Hang on, I never said you were gorgeous!" He dodged her playful slap and pinned her down, lightly possessing her mouth before his stomach grumbled loudly. Hermione giggled.
"Someone's hungry..."
"Someone used up all my energy!"
--
Well ...?
Mage of the Heart