Author's Note - This chapter is very M rated. Ye be warned. Happy reading! Thanks to Shhh. I'm an alien and Conh3 for the kind reviews. I'm mapping the prequel now. -MM


November 2008
Hogsmeade Village
Thursday Evening

"Muffliato-" Lyra muttered at the door of their room at the Hogshead Inn as soon as it had shut.

"Plan on making some noise there, Black?" Draco smirked at her as he removed his tie.

She flashed her molten gold eyes at him and shimmied out of her coat, revealing the tight navy dress she wore beneath. She slinked up to him and ran her hands over his shoulders, to push his jacket to the ground. She reached up and sank her nails into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him.

The stimulation provided by her fingers in his hair had him groaning into her wet mouth and he reached around her to run his hands down her slender waist and over the sublime curve of her bottom.

They stood there, making out like horny teenagers for probably fifteen minutes. Make no mistake, Lyra liked kissing, but she couldn't remember anyone else she liked kissing this much. Kissing, to her, was typically the foreplay to the foreplay and not the foreplay itself. With Draco, however, his tongue in her mouth, his hands grabbing her ass...fifteen minutes of that left her a wanton, soppy mess.

She dragged her blunt little talons over his collarbones, and let her fingers fly over the buttons of his shirt so she could get access to his skin. She dove in to kiss down his chest, letting her tongue tease his nipples as she found them, causing him to growl at her.

Lyra grabbed his hips and used them as leverage to slowly lower herself down to her knees in front of him, watching his face the entire time.

Draco's eyes darkened like the sky before a storm. He looked at her like she was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. It made her feel sexy and powerful.

She trailed her hands inward to his belt to undo his trousers and he inhaled shakily.

"Sweetheart, you don't..." he began, in a husky voice.

"Shut up, baby," she instructed him as she flicked open the button and pulled his zipper down slowly. She dropped his trousers to the ground around his ankles with an unceremonious thud, then pulled his boxers down to free him and took his swollen shaft in one of her small hands. She worked him gently with the soft flesh of her fingers and palms, giving him light tugs that caused him to instinctively push his hips out towards her for more.

Lyra made an amused sound and bit her lip suggestively. "Do you really want me to stop?" she said, letting her warm breath ghost over the sensitive skin in front of her.

"Gods no!" He choked out, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling for a respite from the sight of her on her knees in a tight little dress, jerking him off.

Lyra grinned wickedly before she leaned in and pressed her lips to the underside of his tip in a dry kiss. She spent a few seconds doing the same thing elsewhere, stimulating him with just her lips and breath. No tongue, no spit. One would think that a gesture so simple wouldn't do much for a wizard with the kind of sexual range that Draco had, but the effect on him was fantastic and Lyra couldn't get enough of his hisses and sighs.

Lyra reached for one of Draco's hands and guided it into her hair. "Show me what you like," she muttered. She plunged in more forcefully in that moment, swirling her tongue around him before guiding the head into her mouth to suck.

She felt Draco's hand tighten in her hair.

"Fuck," he groaned.

Lyra made a cocky little hum around him and started taking him in deeper. Draco was long, so she used one of her hands to reach the parts of him her mouth could not. She moved her other hand recklessly, teasing at his thighs, his ass and his balls.

She found a rhythm that seemed to work for him because she noticed that he started thrusting into her mouth with a bit of force and she could feel pressure from his hand on her head leading her to take more. She tightened her grip around his shaft and Draco rewarded her with a dirty grunt.

She was going to kill him. This was it. She was working him like a succubus, and he could say that because he'd actually been with a succubus before. There was no soul stealing, just a lot of sex and about a week of down time afterwards where he could barely stand because the demon had stolen quite a bit of his vital energy. Speaking of standing, he honestly wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand much longer with Lyra sucking his brain out through his cock like she was.

She was incredible. Her mouth was hot silk and she zeroed in with precision on the parts of him that were the most sensitive. Where most girls would limp wrist their handjobs, she gripped on to him tightly, like he would do to himself. The other thing she did that was doing him in was the noise. She'd pop off him and re-attack, making the most indecent slurping noises and she would hum and moan around him as if he tasted like cake.

He looked past the artworthy vision of her pretty lips wrapped around him and noticed that she was rocking her hips back and forth. Little witch was getting off on this, seeking something to give her friction and fill her up. The sight drove him mad and his brain went everywhere at once. He wanted to be inside of her, making her scream but he didn't want to lose the wet sanctuary of her mouth that felt so fucking good.

He clenched his eyes shut and heard her giggle lightly with her mouth full. He looked down at her and she looked back at him knowingly. Was she in his mind? Gods, he couldn't even tell. He felt his balls start to tighten, signaling to him that he'd better stop her. He'd take a minute and regroup. Fuck her into the mattress until she couldn't remember her name. Good plan.

He groaned. "I'm going to come if you don't stop."

Lyra moaned and made the sweetest sound known to any man who found themselves in this position. "Mmm-hmm," she hummed happily around his dick, taking him as deep as her small mouth and throat would allow.

Bloody hell. Ok, new plan. He grabbed himself in hand, dislodging hers so he could feed it to her. He pulled on her hair enough to make her squeal happily, but not enough to hurt her.

Ohmigod so hot. He was pulling her hair just how she liked and thrusting into her mouth with force, but not enough to make her gag. He gave her four more stiff pumps before he fucking roared and she felt his hot come burst into her mouth. He was thick and salty-sweet. Lyra loved the primal little system he became when she had him like this. Breathe-grunt-pulse-explode. Draco was an intelligent man and she respected him, but we're all dirty little animals sometimes, even her own polished lover. It drove her crazy and made her want to be a dirty little animal too.

"Holy fuck," Draco whispered once he'd finished. He looked down at her and saw her swiping at his shaft with the side of her tongue. He could see a pool of his pearly release glistening on her tastebuds. She brought her tongue back inside her mouth and swallowed him. He made a choked little noise in the back of his throat.

"Mmmm," she said, in a smug, satisfied tone. She sat back on her heels and spread her knees which caused her dress to ride up her thighs a bit. Her lips were swollen, her hair marvelously tousled.

He pulled her to her feet and crashed his lips to hers, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She tasted like skin and seed. It was a dizzying combination. He undid the zipper of her dress and pushed it down her body on to the floor. The smell of her arousal hit him like a bludger and he guided her back on to the bed. He shed his clothes quickly, crawled up alongside her and dipped his hand into her panties. He huffed darkly. She'd done some re-grooming and her hairless lips were powerless to stop the deluge of wetness dripping from her core. She was a mess. "You liked that, didn't you?" He questioned, nuzzling her ear and running his long fingers down her dripping slit.

She whimpered and pressed into him for more. "Did you get off on sucking my cock? Is that what made you so wet?" He mused.

She arched her back full off the bed and whined. She turned her head to him, and panted desperately. "Make me come. I need to come."

"I've got you, love. Open up for me," Draco soothed as he moved down to remove her underwear and drown in her juices. She was so aroused that she came after about five swipes of his tongue and the same number of pumps of his fingers. Her orgasm exploded from her and she screamed, coating his chin with her slick surrender to his work. He looked up from between her legs at her breasts spilling beautifully over the cups of her petal-pink bra, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she came down. He climbed up her body and settled himself over her.

Lyra kissed him deeply and rubbed herself into him for awhile until he was ready for another round. She hooked a leg around one of his and used a surprising strength for someone her size to flip him over.

She straddled his hips and sank down on to him slowly. She loved the way his eyes drooped and his breath caught as she enveloped him in her tight heat. She guided his hands to her waist and leaned forward to place hers on his chest as she started to glide herself on his length, gyrating her hips back and forth to move him inside her.

"Draco," she whispered, tossing her head back.

He looked up at her. The light from the fire threw faint shadows across her chest and stomach and sent her new necklace glittering in the dark like a beacon. She reached behind her back to undo her bra and slid it down her arms in graceful rhythm with her thrusts before tossing it on to the floor. He let his eyes linger hungrily on her tight pink nipples, teasing him with their movement as she worked above him.

"So, beautiful, Sweetheart," he murmured to her.

She smiled at him which caused his heart to constrict in his chest. She bowed her back out, bringing her ass more firmly in contact with his thighs and clenched her muscles around his throbbing erection. It felt like he was being smothered in velvet and hot cream.

"Put your knees up," she directed.

He complied and Lyra leaned back further, executing an amazing gymnastic move that put her feet underneath his ribs and her back against his knees without so much as a missed pump. The view this new position provided was exquisite. He could watch her face, which he loved, but he could also watch her slide herself down over his dick in his favorite disappearing/reappearing act of all time. He popped up on to his elbows to enjoy the show.

Lyra was watching it too, her face tense with desire. She recalled recently making fun of Draco for fixating on their locked hips like a hungry dog to a bone, but she had to admit that there was something deliciously carnal about watching her sex devour him over and over. Watching her muscles stretch to accommodate his width, seeing her hungry flesh cling to his shaft when he pulled out as if her body, mindless and primal, wanted him inside her forever. Mmmm...Draco inside me forever. That would be just fucking fine, she thought to herself.

Draco groaned something unintelligible and Lyra felt him withdraw from her mind. Lyra gasped. He'd heard her dirty thoughts.

He dropped flat on to his back and panted heavily, bringing his hands to his temples to ease the ache. Being inside her body was intoxicating but being inside her mind and hearing her think that way was transcendent. He hoped she wasn't mad.

Lyra flipped herself back to their original position with her legs behind her. She brought her chest down to his, never pausing the sinful work of her hips. She kissed along one of his ears and massaged her lips gently against his temple to soothe the pain. "Slow," she whispered, more to herself than to him. She felt, suddenly, that they were having a different kind of sex than they'd been having a minute ago. She pressed her forehead to his and let the room spin as she shared her breath with him.

He trailed his fingers down the spindles of her spine and toyed with the dimples on her back. Every touch was a mark. A confession. Lyra didn't have to read him to know what he was thinking. She didn't want to read him. Her heart thumped erratically. She wanted him to say it. To tell her. What did that mean?

"I love you," he whispered into the minuscule space between them.

Lyra barked out a half-moan, half-sob and ground herself into him deeply. She dropped her head into his shoulder. "Say it again," she begged.

"I love you," he choked out, followed by a deep groan.

Lyra shattered. Her orgasm hit her like the crack of a whip and it hurt. It was too much. Too hard. Between her core, her brain and her heart, he had liquefied her and made her a boneless river of aimless devotion. She had no idea what to do. It was uncomfortable and raw, but exhilarating. She would tell Draco much later that the closest thing she could think to compare it to was the feeling of having her nipple pierced when she was 23 and on vacation with some girlfriends in the Bahamas.

He flipped her over and drove into her slack body urgently. Lyra just stared up at him in awe. He was magnificent. He was scarred and he was a complicated brat and there was nothing in the world better than this. Being with him. Being under him. Being loved by him. Nothing. Not coffee. Not success. Not even pancakes.

Lyra loved him, she knew that. She had loved him since...well since she was twelve, but then all of the other stuff happened. She knew that she loved him again just the day before during their fight. She had been so angry and hurt, embarrassed and scared, but never once, during the spar did she think "I could leave him. I could run." The truth was that she didn't want to. She wanted him. She wanted them. She wanted to push. More than anything, she wanted to believe in him and that simple notion was the scariest thing to happen to her in a long time...and she knew scary pretty well.

Say it, she thought. Don't be a coward, Do not be the person who can't say it back, she pleaded internally. She leaned up and pressed into him for a kiss. To give herself a second to tremble, another second to be afraid. No more, she told herself.

"I love you," she whispered against his mouth, before falling back down to the pillow, gazing up to study his face.

Draco paused and looked down at her. Her hazy eyes, her flowing breath. "Say it again," he murmured. He was hallucinating. He was sure of it.

She smiled, her confidence renewed by the stunned look of disbelief written across his face. She reached up to run her hand along his cheek. "I love you," she repeated.

He shook his head and collapsed down on to her, hiding his face in the swell of her breasts. She responded by carding her fingers through his hair and rubbing her other hand soothingly across the scar on his back, letting it prick her fingertips.

"Don't you want to finish?" She asked him, referring to the stiff flesh poking her in the thigh.

"I want this," he replied, burrowing deeper into her embrace.

She hummed and closed her eyes. They laid like that for what seemed like hours, but also like minutes. At some point, he found his way back inside and stirred her slowly, bringing her a gentle peak of pleasure before letting himself go. He trembled roughly as he came, stripped of his wits and his strength by the sweet acceptance he found between her legs.

They slept hard in a tangle of sweaty limbs and contented breaths. Draco awoke the next morning before she did and pulled her back into his chest, pressing his lips to her hair and whispering that he loved her about a thousand times, as if he could cover her with his words and have her take them everywhere she went.

After about an hour, she stirred and flopped over him like a spoiled housecat. He ran a feather-light palm down her back and she shivered into him, mumbling happily. He caught his name and the word 'pancakes' but nothing else.

After all of the emotional surprises from the night before, Draco had to admit that he was reassured by the return to normalcy. Lyra was sleeping on top of him, arms and legs out like a bloody starfish and she was dreaming about pancakes. It would do.