You there, you're better off here
You there, you're better off here
Funny it takes no time to fall back down
Funny it takes the time to get back up
You there, you're better off here
You there, you're better off here
Funny it takes no time to fall back down
Funny it takes the time to get back up
Uncover your eyes
Uncover your eyes
There's no sun, where is your direction?
Uncover your eyes
Uncover your eyes
Ask yourself, where is your reflection?
- You there by Aquilo
"Do you think they'll be neutral towards us?" Remus asked in a whisper, clutching his wand tightly.
"I guess it depends on what kind of experiences they've had with wizards and witches, right? Isn't it similar to the werewolves you've been trying to convince of our cause over the past few weeks?" I replied, peering into the darkness. It was so dark that I was tempted to use Lumos, but that would have given us away immediately. I felt my heart pounding with excitement, a leaden taste was on my lips, born of the effort not to betray myself, to remain hidden.
"Um, and that was a disaster." Remus looked sadly at his old shoes. "I couldn't convince them, they distrust everyone. Even me, even though I'm one of them. And this is only because I try to live on in wizardry. They accuse me of betraying them. And when I look at the anti-werewolf laws, I can even understand them," Remus replied in a resigned voice. I quickly grabbed his hand and looked at him encouragingly. It was not the time for my friend's usual self-doubt, although it provided a suitable distraction for our game of hide-and-seek.
"You know how much I appreciate you, Remus. Your friendship means everything to me," I said, smiling at my friend, trying to overlook how shabby his cloak was. It affected me as deeply as it did him, how he was treated. And that's from my own society. "And I have the feeling that there is a young witch who finds you similarly valuable."
"If you mean Tonks, then-" he began, shaking his head, but I interrupted him.
"Yes, that's exactly who I mean. And I bet she doesn't care that you're a werewolf. She's so strong and-"
"Stop it! It's only a matter of time before she falls in love with a handsome young wizard in the Auror office. What would she want from me?" he asked me, harshly waving aside the thought that the young Witch might have feelings for him.
"So, you've already thought about it. What do you feel for Tonks?" I asked softly, but my gaze was again fixed on the camp in front of us, which was hidden in this darkness of the trees from the hostile eyes of witches and wizards.
"That's irrelevant. I am used to suppressing my true feelings for the good of those for whom my heart beats," Remus whispered, which inadvertently let my gaze slide back to him and I realized how his eyes glittered slightly in the light of the crescent moon.
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at the man next to me crouching in a bush next to me, looking uncertainly at the ground. It took him a while before he raised his voice.
"I can't. I can't do it to any woman to have to be by my side, no matter how strong my feelings are. It is wiser to keep silent about them forever. Do you understand?" he asked me, looking at me with narrowed eyes as if he could prevent me from penetrating through his eyes and reading his feelings out of him.
"But that means you have strong feelings for Tonks, don't you?" I asked, smiling gently. Something inside me jumped for joy for him at that moment. Hadn't he long deserved to find love for himself? And I would be glad if it could be this carefree woman, brought up in deep love, whose parents didn't care what stood against such love. Perhaps the two, who stood up to one of the most famous pure-blood families in order to maintain their love, could also not only accept Remus as their son-in-law, but also learn to appreciate him as the man he was. I felt everything in me longing for it. After a Remus who was loved, who was appreciated - just as he deserved it all these years. Not just from me as a good friend. We looked at each other in silence as I watched wild thoughts rush through my companion's head. There seemed to be something unspoken behind it, something he himself tried to hide from me, and yet I realized that he had to let it out when he quietly raised his voice.
"No. I do not know what I feel. It's strange, because when I'm with-"
Suddenly, we heard a voice from the camp in front of us, shouting something unintelligible. Black figures that had been sitting around the campfire rose up.
"Damn, they've spotted us," Remus said next to me, his green eyes widening in shock, he grabbed my hand, wanted to pull me away, but I escaped him. It must not have been all in vain, the nights we had spent here to get to know the people in front of us better, to understand their peculiarities. There was only one chance to turn things in our favour and I knew there wouldn't be another one.
"Not bad. We'll get it," I hissed softly at Remus and stood up, put my wand in my robe and stepped out of the bushes with my hands raised.
"Hello, my name is Catherine and the one next to me is Remus. We are here to get to know you and discuss some things with you," I said so loudly that all of them could hear it.
"Step closer, or your friend will be bled out in a few minutes," one of them suddenly shouted behind us. They had apparently recognized us in our hiding place several minutes ago. Without hesitation, I stepped into the light that the fire brought me and felt the warmth on my cheeks.
"Please excuse us for coming to you so suddenly. We actually wanted to knock," I said with a smile on my lips. At the same time, I wondered how I summoned up this enormous courage. But in all the past few years, I had probably changed more than I myself suspected or ever thought possible. The war changes you... those were the words of Gideon at the time. And he was so right that I sometimes wondered if he himself recognized exactly this extent.
"So, you're still a joker, right?" asked the man whom Remus and I had recognized as their leader in the past few days, looking at me closely. "Don't get me wrong, we really appreciate it when the prey finds its way to us voluntarily. And you look like your blood tastes great. I like pretty women, you know," said the vampire with his brown curls, baring the sharp teeth in his pale face. He seemed intimidating, although he didn't seem a day older than myself, I knew that this had no effect on his true age. He could be so much older, have so much more experience than anyone under his leadership.
"And I prefer foreplay before getting down to business. Can we sit down by the fire for a moment and I'll tell you why me and my friend are here?", I interjected and smiled directly in the vampire's face, briefly he was puzzled because his threat seemed to bounce off me, before he put on a superior grin, bowed and pointed to a tree trunk by the fire with an inviting gesture.
"My lady, I'll give you the right of way!" he said, looking me straight in the eye. It was as if a chill settled directly over my eyes on my soul. I shuddered under his gaze and felt confirmed in my assumption of his true age. Although he had the figure of a young adult in his mid-30s, his eyes betrayed him. They seemed so much older that I wondered if he had already experienced the war under Grindelwald. But I nodded and sat down in the seat offered to me as I watched Remus take a seat next to me before giving me an appreciative look. I nodded barely noticeably to make it clear to him that I wanted to take over the conversation. Something in the man with the wise eyes fascinated me at the same time as it repelled me.
"I always thought vampires avoided the light," I said, looking into the round of pale faces in front of me, lit only by the flickering flames of the fire. It provided warmth in the times that lay ahead of them, because the first cold winds clearly announced the coming winter.
"It's all prejudices. We avoid bright daylight, but not the warmth when the blood in our veins is already icy through our bodies," replied a handsome vampire next to me. He had light blond hair and blue eyes, but his lips also looked bluish and bloodless. His age, too, seemed to have stopped somewhere, so that it could not be made out by his mere figure. And I shivered despite the hot fire in front of me, which made my cheeks blush.
"Enough small talk, what does Dumbledore have to offer us for a seat at his side?" asked the leading vampire and sat down next to me. Damn, he knew why I was here, which meant that some Death Eaters had already made it before me. I rummaged in my head to cope with this situation and for the first time I had the feeling that I did not find emptiness where sharpness was needed.
"It's not about bribing you. It would be helpful if you remained neutral and-"
"Neutral? Where Lord Voldemort can offer us sacrifices in abundance? All the Muggles and Muggle-born witches and wizards are certainly a treat. Where the Ministry punishes us with Azkaban if we feed us on more than animals. Yet the blood of human beings is so much tastier. Just your smell makes my stomach growl." He came so close to my face that I could see the blue veins of blood through his pale skin.
"This may sound like a dream come true for you at first, but what would it cost you? And are all of you really willing to kill people? Someone who can truly think and feel, just as you can? Innocent? Children?" I asked, looking around the group of men and some women. None of them seemed like monsters, nor did Remus, who was a werewolf and just as loathed.
"All this stuff that's being said about you is bullshit. You are not monsters! You are sentient beings and if it is up to me and my friend, you are equal to us," I said so loudly that even the last vampire could understand me. I heard a hiss through the ranks, which made me steadfast in my words.
"These may be beautiful words, almost as beautiful as you are. But what makes us trust you?" The vampire looked at me with expectant eyes, I felt that he wished how true my views were. And I wish I could give them what they asked for: recognition, respect, and a future. But I knew I couldn't offer this, so I could only give them the truth.
"My best friend, to whom I entrust my life myself, is a werewolf," I said and looked at Remus with a smile, grabbed his hand. "And he means more to me than my life. I don't care what society thinks of him. He deserves a life, just as I can live it myself. Free from laws that restrict him, free from all burdens. And the same goes for you! I don't know how hard life is as a half-breed. All I know is how hard life as a Muggle-born witch is in this society. But I don't want any more suffering in the future! I want you to be allowed to live as you want when your victims are not human beings. And I know that all of you are ready for that. For a better future, for the good of all of us," I said and let my gaze glide through the round again, every face glued to my words. "But a future with new laws includes the renunciation of Voldemort. It may bring you blood, but not equality."
A loud whisper went through the round around the campfire. Their leader raised his hand after a few moments, silencing everyone.
"Let's think about it in peace. Your words were wisely chosen, but I wonder what of them can be implemented. If your side can survive this war at all," he said and I understood him only too well, he had to protect his family and bring them to safety.
"Everything that is possible. Dumbledore has a lot of influence and I'm here to convey to you that there can be an improvement if you don't choose the dark side. If you choose to remain witches and wizards yourself, and not just vampires. If you decide to keep the human part in you and not become the monster that some want to see in you," I replied directly, trying to smile encouragingly.
"Good, give us time. And you're lucky, you're more precious than just the blood that runs through your veins," he said, pulling me close to him by grabbing me by my robe. "And let me tell you, the werewolf at your side is very afraid for you, you are more important to him than his own life. His heart beats twice as fast when I lay hands on you." I nodded knowingly and he let me go.
I rose and with me Remus, who pressed his lips together.
"Go! We'll get back to your leader as soon as we've decided," the vampire replied, and I shook hands with him as a sign of agreement.
"I'd like to know your name," I said. He stared at my offered hand for a few moments before grasping it.
"Darwin," he said, smiling so I could see his sharp teeth.
"Thank you, Darwin." The vampire nodded before releasing us from his group without lifting a hair.
"Do you think he'll accept your offer?"
"I don't know. It probably depends on what offer came from the Death Eaters. Do you know anything about it?" I asked, looking into his black eyes as he gently stroked my hair.
"No, it's not my assigned task," Severus replied in a hushed voice that immediately revealed the suspicion of his still immature position under Voldemort. I sighed resignedly.
"But at least he trusts you now to such an extent that he will no longer let you be persecuted."; I stated with satisfaction and my hand wandered over the bare skin of his torso.
"Wait and see. He knows I'm at Hogwarts right now. I suspect he will resume his shading during the holidays. But I've almost returned to my old status within the group," Severus pointed out. And we both knew that this 'almost' sometimes decided on life or death with his master. We looked at each other briefly before I raised my voice again, after all, it had been a few weeks in which we couldn't be so close.
"How's Hogwarts going?" I asked, immediately noticing Severus tensing up again.
"This ministry toad is still driving us all crazy. She takes it upon herself to control our lessons. Minerva literally went up to the ceiling," Severus said in a deep voice and began to caress my bare legs that had wrapped around him, lost in thought.
"And Dumbledore?" I asked, beginning to stroke his pale skin.
"He thinks we have to put up with it. This will cause even more trouble. I warned him, but he didn't want me to accept the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Severus notes angrily. I sighed in disappointment at how much he still longed for this cursed post.
"You know he has his reasons. No one has held the post for more than a year since I've known Hogwarts. Some have left voluntarily, but many have left for mysterious reasons. Sometimes I think the post is cursed," I said, shaking my head and letting him in on my fears. I had this thought many times before and at the same time wondered who was even able to curse such a position for so many decades.
"That's ridiculous!" replied Severus, frowning. "No one has the guts to stay longer."
"No, I'm serious. If you get the job, then I'm really worried, because I know you don't leave it voluntarily," I said with a worried expression, but Severus only smiled mildly as if he didn't understand my thoughts. As if I were a superstitious child whose fantasies he could wipe away with a fatherly gesture.
"Here, I've got something to distract you! I've brought you a few mental outpourings on the subject of moonstone powder from Potter. Tell me, what do you think of them?" said Severus with a hint of mockery and anger in his voice. He pulled out of his cloak, which lay on the side of the bed, an essay with scrawled handwriting and many corrections. Bored, I skimmed over this essay presented to me, which was apparently slipped along quickly and thoughtlessly. This parchment seemed to want to console my worries. I knew Severus wasn't doing it to annoy me or take my worries seriously. Rather, it showed me that he may have had similar concerns that he wanted to suppress - from me and himself.
"Um, I honestly think he's lousy," I said, after skimming Harry's effusions to the end and feeling a certain sadness about it growing in me. The boy really didn't seem to have any of his mother's ambition.
"Lousy? He's terrible, if not a troll," Severus barked to himself.
"Don't be too hard to him! I'm sure he's got a lot on his plate and I think the connection to Voldemort that you told me about influences him a lot."
Severus drew in the air sharply. He was visibly displeased when I uttered the Dark Lord's name, but he didn't say anything. He still had a certain fear of him that terrified me.
"And does Dumbledore still keep such an unusual distance from Harry?" I asked, because we had both noticed that there was a certain reservation from Dumbledore. But he did not want to let Severus in on the reasons for this.
"Still, yes. He tries to avoid direct eye contact, as if the boy were a master in legilimency," Severus thought thoughtfully and ran a long finger over his lower lips. "And this association, which Potter founded under the nose of the toad, still seems to exist. They sneak around after curfew, and Dumbledore, as always, ignores it with two eyes closed."
"Well, it didn't help at all that Mundungus eavesdropped on the children in the Hog's Head Inn," I said, shaking my head. "At least he was able to make up for his omission after this culdron smuggling story. It's hard to imagine if Harry had been expelled from our community now that the Ministry is going so crazy."
"Maybe it would have finally driven the impulsive nonsense out of Potters head," Severus thought aloud. I shook my head with rolling eyes, but smiled a little.
"However, there is still something good to report. Potter has been banned from Quidditch for life by the toad. The trophy will probably be back in my office this year." His mouth curled into a grin at the thought of his victory. "Let's see how Dumbledore wants to get him out of there. Probably as unsuccessful as Sturgis Podmore after he invaded the Department of Mysteries under the Imperius Curse. I suspect it will only succeed when the toad has disappeared back into oblivion."
"How did Harry do that?" I asked, gently stroking his back.
" With his enchanting manner. He has already lost his composure again, has allowed himself to be provoked by Malfoy. He is as impulsive as his father." Severus looked contemptuously in front of him, as if he could grasp something from the past on the opposite wall.
"Yes, James was a hotshot too," I admitted, knowing what his thoughts were about. "But he had his good sides besides his impulsive nature. And that's what the boy has, too."
Severus spat bile.
"Is there any news regarding our guard in the Mystery Department?" Dumbledore asked, addressing the Order members who were coming and going in and out of the Ministry of Magic.
"No, we continue to distribute the layers to guard the prophecy," Arthur said, trying to smile confidently. His thinning red hair glowed in the candlelight that surrounded us.
"Severus, have you heard any new plans from your master?" the headmaster asked the man at his side, while Sirius next to me spat at this words.
"The Dark Lord is still eager to get the knowledge into his possession. I know that he doesn't want to leave it with Sturgis Podmore and will probably put more ministry employees under the Imperius to achieve his goal," Severus replied in a long drawn-out voice.
"Is there now a way to get Podmore from Azkaban?" asked Alastor harshly. "He still has my best invisibility cloak."
"Unfortunately, the Ministry still denies Voldemort's return, which means that Sturgis was not officially under the Imperius and is said to have voluntarily broken into the Department of Mysteries. I couldn't persuade anyone in charge," Dumbledore explained, trying to put all his regret into his voice and facial expressions, causing those present to stare dejectedly at the tabletop.
"But I also have something almost gratifying to announce. The leader of a vampire group, who calls himself Darwin, has at least assured us of neutrality. So, this mission was successful. Who was it, ah yes, Remus and Catherine, right? I thank you for your success and sensitivity in this matter." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled at me and Remus as I heard the clapping of the other members of the Order and turned pink. Among all those gazes, I also felt that of Severus, who took the opportunity to look at me openly, a small smile on his lips.
"To be honest, the praise goes only to Catherine. Without her, I would have completely failed," Remus said, which almost made me sink into the chair as everyone looked at me curiously.
"As pathetic as your mission with your own kind, that pack of wolves near London?" Severus asked scornfully, which made me shoot him a sharp look. He knew that was Remus's sore point and it was entirely unnecessary to talk about it at that moment.
"You know perfectly well that Remus did his best!" Sirius barked and slammed his clenched fist noisily on the wooden tabletop, rattling the mugs and glasses on it.
"That's correct. He's at least able to contribute something worthwhile to the Order, unlike you, right?" Severus spat back in an ice-cold voice, the blacks in his eyes even darker than usual, which made me shiver.
However, when Sirius opened his mouth to the bitter rebuttal, Remus beat him to it.
"Severus is quite right. I failed because of Fenrir Greyback. Unfortunately, he is not someone with whom you can negotiate," Remus said seriously. I admired Remus for his strength, because I knew that they both shared a common past, because it was Greyback who had bitten Remus as a child with intent to take revenge on my friend's father.
"I have no doubt that Remus could have more success in his next mission," Dumbledore calmed the minds and left no distrust about it.
"Catherine, a companion of yours has just been admitted to the first floor. It was asked about you. Go quietly, I'll take care of the floor," Asklepios Sharp shouted into the treatment room, where I was curing a young witch from an overdose of boil potion that had caused an itchy rash all over her body, just before Christmas.
I opened my eyes. Please don't let it be Remus or Severus, I thought and ran past Askelpios as fast as my legs carried me. I did not wait for the elevator, but took the stairs, almost fell over my own feet and I arrived at the floor for creature-induced injuries.
I immediately saw Molly Weasley's red hair, her face covered in tears.
"Catherine, luckily you're here." She grabbed me by the lime green robe. "Please, make sure he recovers. I can't afford to lose him!"
I threw open the door and saw Hippocrates Smethwyck and Augustus Pye bending over a bleeding Arthur Weasley.
"I'll see how he's doing. Please wait a moment," I tried to calm the irritated witch and slowly stepped into the room.
Pye looked up briefly, raised his eyebrows, and shook his head sullenly. I knew they both didn't like it at all when a healer from another department interfered.
"I know the patient. His wife is standing outside in the hallway, upset. What can I tell her?" I asked cautiously, eyeing the seemingly lifeless Arthur, who wouldn't stop bleeding.
"Three powerful bites, apparently from something with long fangs with some poison. He's alive," Pye shouted, while Smethwyck ignored me entirely.
"Well, if you need any support, I-"
"That won't be necessary," Augustus Pye grumbled and pushed a curtain shut to prevent me from looking any further. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath in gratitude. It wasn't Remus or Severus and Arthur was alive. At least for now. I slowly lost my tension as I approached the victim's agitated wife with an encouraging smile.
"He's alive, Molly."; I told her and she immediately fell into my arms that it almost knocked me off my feet.
"Thank Merlin. He's alive," Molly stammered at my shoulder with loud sobs.
"Will he heal completely again?", she asked me after a few moments with big eyes full of tears.
"I can't tell you yet. But you should write to your children that he is alive. They need to know about it," I said, and with a wave of my wand, parchment and pen came flying.
"Yes, you're right. But-" She faltered and looked behind my shoulder.
"Ah, I see everyone has already been notified. Molly, the children have been accommodated by Sirius. I want you to stay there for now," Dumbledore said, smiling and putting a hand on the witch's shoulder, who slowly calmed down and nodded.
"Is there any information about his condition yet?" Dumbledore asked, looking directly at me.
"All I know is that something seems to have caught him with long fangs. He doesn't stop bleeding. There seems to be a poison to blame," I said in a lowered voice and heard Molly's sobs again.
"Tell them it was a snake. This will certainly advance the healing process," he said, his eyes sparkling knowingly behind his crescent glasses.
"How do you know?" I asked him with a hint of excitement in my otherwise rather soft voice, after all, he certainly hadn't been there himself. Or?
"Harry had a kind of vision that Arthur was being attacked by a snake in the Ministry. If he hadn't told Minerva about it right away, who knew about Arthur's assignment tonight, we would never have found Arthur in time," Dumbledore said, throwing Molly on my shoulder again. I stroked her head reassuringly. Harry... what strange connection was it that showed him such things? My thoughts tried to find answers where there were none.
After spending the rest of the night with Molly in front of Arthur's room, we finally received the redeeming news: thanks to the information about the snake bite, Arthur's condition could be stabilized, although his wounds would not close. He was moved to Dai Llewellyn Ward for Serious Bites. Dai Llewellyn was a famous Quidditch player who flew daring manoeuvres before he was engulfed by a chimera while vacationing in Greece at the age of twenty-seven, which is why the hospital wing was named in his honour. This ward was small and dingy because there was only one window, which lay opposite the big door. But it was illuminated by shining crystal bubbles clustered in the middle of the ceiling and Arthur seemed at ease as he opened his eyes and looked at Molly's beaming face.
Happily, Molly made her way to Grimmauld Place to inform her family, while I dragged myself, tired, to my apartment, where Severus was waiting for me, to my surprise. A great feeling of happiness flowed through me as I studied his facial features. He looked worried, but he didn't get up to hug me as usual.
"Is everything okay with Weasley?" he asked, sitting on my tiny sofa.
"Yes, he will be good, but how did you get in here?" I asked him, frowning, watching Tibi let Severus cuddle him behind the ear.
"I have to say, your safety precautions have been careless enough. The few spells won't stop anyone who is interested in invading here," he said in a deep voice, grimacing a little in dislike.
"I'm guessing you're the only person who wants to break in here," I said in a seductive voice, threw my robe over a chair, opened my hair bun and let my hair fall over me in light waves, while I noticed with relish that Severus was upset, because his lower jaw dropped slightly.
"But what gives me the honour of your visit, when you've been making yourself so scarce lately?" I asked, sitting unabashedly on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. Tibi fluttered cooing onto his perch in the kitchen area.
"Dumbledore left me with information that Weasley came to St. Mungo seriously injured and I wanted to make sure you were okay if he..." He didn't finish the sentence, but I knew he had feared the worst for Arthur.
"And you still came to me from Hogwarts, left the castle and the students behind?", I asked slowly, looking deep into his eyes, it satisfied me that he cared so much about my salvation and knew me so well. At the same time, he aroused me in an indescribable way. The warmth of his breath tingled on my skin.
"Minerva is there and this was the priority," Severus replied softly and his eyes wandered lustfully to my lips, which had formed into a knowing smile.
"This one? So, you mean-" I breathed, kissing him passionately as my fingers opened his frock coat. It was like a salvation, a salvation that was necessary to keep us both clinging to life.
"Yes, that too," he replied as he began to deftly open my blouse to reveal access to my breasts before his lips kissed them. But my lips also made their way down from his soft and warm mouth, so that he interrupted his caresses and leaned back.
Then I licked his own stiff nipples, ran circles over the muscles of his torso, lingered on some moles I had grown fond of before undoing his pants, eliciting a moan of anticipation.
My hands clasped his sharp hip bones, Severus' breath caught as I squeezed his sides and pushed my hands where he wanted them most.
Then he felt it – the gentlest caress of his manhood. Soft, cautious, almost adoring. I saw Severus bite his lip and couldn't hold back the moans of pleasure. Of course, his telltale cock was built up to full size.
"You seem to have missed me as much as I missed you. Your cock seems to tears of joy," I teased his foreskin, rubbing a finger over the slit of his dripping penis.
"Damn, finally do it," he moaned as I tightened my grip around the base of his shaft. I felt his blood rush faster under my grip in joyful anticipation of my caress.
My hot lips kissed the tip of his cock and my tongue collected the salty drops that had formed in the meantime, while Severus hissed with pleasure. But he should have to wait a little longer, persevere, just as I had been laughing for him all along.
I deliberately licked it slowly as if it were an ice cream, which I always wanted and had never indulged in.
"Suck me or let me go so I can finally feel you," he groaned as he saw through my plan.
"Just enjoy it, Severus. We have time. Tonight," I whispered my hot breath on his testicles.
"Well, then be prepared for the fact that your walls will be sore at dawn," he growled. His hips bumped against my open lips as he tried to penetrate my mouth.
"Be quiet or do you want me to bite by mistake," I laughed scornfully. He should learn to fidget. And apparently that was enough of a threat for Severus to submit to my will.
I had him where I wanted him, and now I wrapped my wet mouth around his member, which made him whimper when he felt the closure of my lips.
"Damn..." he gasped, his hips twitching a little to add friction, eager to fill my mouth with his semen.
Severus jerked around my lip again and moaned loudly as I allowed him to use my mouth for his gratification.
"Do you like it?" I breathed during a short pause as I clutched his penis with my hand again.
"By Merlin, don't stop," he growled, closing his eyes. "I want more."
Now, however, I could no longer ignore my own trembling walls, which showed me how keen I was to feel him inside me. Right away.
The heat of my thighs almost took my breath away. My will to hold him off had crumbled.
So, I let go of him and my lips found his mouth again, which made him cry with disappointment. But only to moan when he felt my vagina wrapping around his penis.
With quick movements, I gave both of us the satisfaction we were looking for.
Notes:
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