Viktor's heart pounded as he and Hermione raced up the hill, chasing the elusive shimmer of scales. The forest blurred around them, branches whipping past their faces. He couldn't help but steal glances at her determined expression, her wild hair streaming behind her like a banner.
"There!" Hermione shouted, pointing to a flash of iridescent coils disappearing over the crest.
They crested the hill, panting, and skidded to a halt. Viktor's eyes widened. "Perun," he breathed.
A writhing mass of serpents covered the hilltop, their scales glittering in the dappled moonlight. Dozens of jewel-bright eyes turned to fix on the intruders.
"I think we found more than one," Hermione whispered, her voice tight.
Viktor's quidditch-honed instincts screamed danger. He needed to get her back to safety. While he had no doubts that she could handle one serpent, dealing with these many was impossible. He grabbed Hermione's hand. "Ve need to go. Nov."
As if his words had broken a spell, the serpents surged forward in a glittering wave. Hisses filled the air, sharp and menacing.
"Run!" Hermione yelled, already turning.
They sprinted down the far side of the hill, the sound of slithering bodies close behind. Viktor's mind raced. They couldn't outrun the creatures forever. He scanned the terrain, searching for an escape.
The roar of water reached his ears. "The river!" he shouted. "Ve haffe to jump!"
Hermione's brow furrowed, looking back. She nodded, squeezing his hand tighter.
The tree line broke, revealing a sheer drop to the churning river below. Viktor's stomach lurched at the sight, but there was no time for second thoughts. The hissing grew louder, scales rasping against the forest floor.
"Together?" Hermione asked, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes.
"Together," Viktor agreed.
"Ready or not," she replied, squeezing his hand.
They reached the edge and leapt. For a heart-stopping moment, they were suspended in midair. Viktor pulled Hermione close, wrapping his arms around her protectively. The wind rushed past them, and then—
Impact. The icy water shocked Viktor's system. He struggled to keep his grip on Hermione as the current tossed them about. His lungs burned, desperate for air. With a powerful kick, he propelled them towards the surface.
They broke through with a gasp, sputtering and coughing. Viktor's eyes darted to the cliff they'd just jumped from. A tangle of serpents writhed at the edge, hissing in frustration at their escaped prey.
"We need to get to shore," Hermione managed between breaths, her teeth already chattering.
Viktor nodded, fighting against the current to guide them towards the riverbank. The water was brutally cold, sapping his strength with each stroke. But Hermione's presence gave him renewed determination. He rather drown than let anything happened to her.
Finally, his feet scraped against the rocky bottom. With a final burst of energy, he half-dragged, half-carried Hermione onto the shore. They collapsed onto the pebbly ground, gasping for air.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing and the rush of the river. Viktor turned his head to look at Hermione. Her hair was plastered to her face, her clothes clinging to her body. Despite everything, his heart skipped a beat at the sight.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his accent thicker with exhaustion.
Hermione nodded, pushing herself up on shaky arms. "Thanks to you," she said,she offered him a small smile. "Quick thinking back there."
Viktor felt a surge of pride at her words. Maybe he still had a chance after his mortifying ordeal.
"Is nothing," he said, trying for nonchalance. "Just like avoiding bludgers, yes?"
Hermione laughed, the sound warming him more than any drying charm could. "I suppose so. Though I'd take bludgers over those serpents any day."
A shiver ran through her. Right. They were both freezing. He pushed himself to his feet, offering her a hand. "Ve should find shelter, get varm."
Hermione took his hand, allowing him to pull her up. The touch lingered longer than strictly necessary, neither quite willing to let go. Viktor found himself lost in her eyes, warm brown flecked with gold. How had he never noticed that before?
A gust of wind cut through their soaked clothes, breaking the moment. Hermione reluctantly pulled her hand away, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Right," she said, her cheeks flushed. From the cold or something else, Viktor couldn't be sure. "Shelter. Good idea."
They set off along the riverbank, keeping a wary eye out for any sign of the serpents. Viktor's mind raced, replaying the events of the past few minutes. The terror of the chase, the exhilaration of the jump, the way Hermione had felt in his arms as they fell...
He snuck a glance at her as they walked. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, no doubt already analyzing their encounter with the creatures. Even soaking wet and bedraggled, she was the most beautiful witch he'd ever seen. A true nymph.
Viktor had always been drawn to Hermione's intelligence and passion. But now, seeing her determination and quick thinking in the face of danger, he felt something deeper stirring. This was more than simple attraction or leftover feelings from their youth. This was...
He shook his head, pushing the thought away. Now wasn't the time for such musings. They needed to focus on getting somewhere safe and dry.
"Look," Hermione said suddenly, pointing ahead. "I think I see a cave."
Viktor squinted through the gathering gloom. Sure enough, a dark opening gaped in the rocky cliffside ahead. "Good eye," he said appreciatively.
"And here I thought you were the Seeker."
He laughed and led her towards the cave.
They approached cautiously, wands at the ready. Viktor insisted on entering first, much to Hermione's annoyance. But the cave appeared empty, save for some scattered leaves and twigs.
"It'll do," Hermione said, already casting detection spells to ensure their safety.
Viktor busied himself gathering what dry wood he could find near the entrance. Soon, a cheery fire crackled in the center of the cave, casting flickering shadows on the walls.
They huddled close to the flames, steam rising from their clothes. Viktor couldn't help but notice how the firelight danced across Hermione's features, softening them. She caught him staring and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" she asked, incredulously.
Viktor struggled to find the right words in English. How could he explain the warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the fire? How her presence made him feel more alive than he had in years?
"Is just..." he began, then paused, frustrated at his inability to express himself. "You are... remarkable, Hermione."
Her eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her neck. "Oh," she said softly. "I... thank you, Viktor."
The air between them seemed to thicken. Viktor found himself leaning closer, drawn by an invisible force. Hermione's gaze dropped to his lips, then back to his eyes. The cave, the serpents, the entire world faded away until there was nothing but the two of them, illuminated by firelight.
Viktor's heart thundered in his chest, drowning out the crackle of the fire. Hermione's eyes, warm and inviting, held him captive. The scent of her hair, damp from the river but still intoxicating.
Their lips met, hesitant at first. A spark ignited, and suddenly the kiss deepened. Viktor's hand found its way to Hermione's waist, pulling her closer. She responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair.
There was only Hermione, soft and warm in his arms. The taste of her lips, the gentle sigh that escaped her.
Then, Hermione pulled away abruptly, her eyes wide. "Viktor, I – we shouldn't –"
The loss of contact left him cold. Viktor's stomach twisted. Had he misread the signals? "Hermione, I'm sorry. I thought –"
"No, it's not that," she interrupted, her voice breathless. "It's just... complicated."
Viktor's brow furrowed. "Complicated hov?"
Hermione licked her lips, her eyes on the fire. "I am here for work. You are here for work. It's unprofessional and–"
"And?" The words came out harsher than he intended. "Wot does that matter?"
She flinched. "That's not fair."
Viktor ran a hand through his hair, frustration building. "Then explain. Make me understand."
Hermione stood, pacing the small confines of the cave. "I came here to study the Glimmering Serpent. It's important work, Viktor. I can't let... lust get in the way."
"Lust?" He echoed, rising to his feet. "Is that all this is to you?"
She whirled to face him, eyes flashing. "Of course not! But I have responsibilities. A career. I can't just throw that away for... for..."
"For what?" Viktor pressed, taking a step closer. "For me?"
Hermione's shoulders sagged. "I don't know," she admitted quietly. "I don't know what this is between us."
Viktor's heart ached at the uncertainty in her voice. He wanted to pull her close, to reassure her that whatever this was, it was worth exploring. But he held back, sensing her need for space.
"Ve do not haffe to name it," he said softly. "Not right now. Not if you do not vant to."
Hermione's eyes met his, a mix of longing and hesitation swirling in their depths. "I'm not good at... not knowing," she confessed.
A small smile tugged at Viktor's lips. "You?" He teased. "The brilliant Her-my-oh-knee Gran-ger, do not know something."
She rolled her eyes, but he caught the hint of amusement. "Very funny."
Viktor took another step forward, closing the distance between them. "Hermione," he said, his voice low and earnest. "I knov you haffe important vork. I vould never ask you to give that up. But vhy does it haffe to be one or the other?"
She looked up at him, Her brows knitted together, and her eyes darted back and forth. "What do you mean?"
""Vhy can not ve haffe both?" He reached out, tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear. "Your research, your career – and this," he paused, the next words souring his mouth, "wotever it is betveen us?"
Hermione leaned into his touch, almost unconsciously. "It's not that simple."
"Maybe it is," Viktor countered. "Maybe you are thinking too much about it."
She was quiet for a long moment, considering his words. Viktor held his breath, afraid to shatter the fragile moment.
Finally, Hermione spoke. "I'm scared," she admitted in a whisper.
Viktor's heart clenched. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and chase away her fears. But he sensed she needed to say more.
"Of wot?" he prompted gently.
Hermione took a shaky breath. "Of feeling this much. Of how easily you could hurt me."
The vulnerability in her voice nearly undid him. "Hermione," he breathed, cupping her face in his hands. "I vould never –"
"I know," she interrupted. "Not intentionally. But what happens when this expedition is over? When you go back to your life, and I go back to mine?"
Viktor's mind raced. He hadn't thought that far ahead, too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions. But as he looked into Hermione's eyes, he knew with sudden clarity that he didn't want this to end when she left Bulgaria.
"Then ve figure it out," he said firmly. "Together."
Hermione's gaze roamed over his features, her eyes lingering on each expression as if trying to read the thoughts hidden beneath. "You make it sound so easy."
Viktor chuckled softly. "Nothing vorth having is ever easy. But I think... I think this," he grabbed her hands and kissed them, "is vorth it."
The curly haired witch smiled. "When did you get so wise?"
"I haff alvays been vise," he teased. "You were just too busy vith your books to notice."
She laughed then, the sound filling the cave and warming Viktor from the inside out. He couldn't resist pulling her close, relishing the way she fit perfectly against him.
"So," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Wot do you say? Are you villing to give this a chance?"
Hermione pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. The firelight danced in her eyes, and Viktor found himself holding his breath.
"Yes," she whispered, and his heart soared. "But slowly. We take this one day at a time."
Viktor nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "I told you, I am good at going slov."
This time, when their lips met, there was no hesitation. The kiss was slow, deep, filled with promise. Viktor poured everything he felt into it – his admiration, his desire, and the tender beginnings of something that felt dangerously like love.
Viktor groaned when Hermione pulled away from their passionate kiss, but his pulse quickened as Hermione's hands moved to the buttons of her blouse. The cave's warm glow cast a golden hue on her skin, making her seem almost ethereal. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, his cock responding to the sight before him.
Hermione glanced at him, her cheeks flushed an inviting shade of pink. "Just trying to get dry," Hermione murmured, her eyes not quite meeting his.
He nodded mutely.
They were both obviously going to ignore the fact that they could dry themselves with a quick flick of a wand
Hermione's fingers moved languidly along the buttons of her blouse. Each one that popped open revealed more of her golden skin, causing his pulse to race and his cock to stiffen in his pants. He struggled to maintain control, his eyes fixed on her every move, as if hypnotized by the sight before him. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept returning to Hermione.
As Hermione's shirt fell open, Viktor couldn't tear his gaze away. His eyes were drawn to the sight before him, the damp fabric of Hermione's bra barely containing the fullness of her breasts. His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to suppress the growing cock.
The fire's crackle filled the silence, a counterpoint to the rushing blood in his ears. He focused on the flames, on the way they danced and spun.
When he finally dared to look back at Hermione, she was watching him with an intensity that took his breath away.
"You-you should probably, um get undressed too."
He nodded. "Right."
Her cheeks were flushed and she bit that delightful lip of hers. "L-Let me help you."
Perun strike him if he ever said no to that.
He could feel her heat up close. Looking down, he saw her hands reaching for the buttons on his shirt, her fingers moving slowly across his chest.
Her touch was nervous, flimsy, but that made him want more. Would she be more confident in her touches later? Would touch his cock like that too, or would she eagerly stroke him, trying to get every drop of his seed out?
When she finally reached the last button, she paused, her fingers lingering there for a moment before she finally pushed the fabric apart, revealing his chest in its entirety.
"You like?" He asked.
She nodded, her flush spreading to her ears. She licked her lips and drew small circles across his chest.
Viktor looked down at himself, his hands moving to the edges of his shirt as he prepared to remove it completely. But as he did, he felt a sudden gasp from Hermione, her hands moving to his, stopping him from taking the shirt off.
He looked up, confused, and saw her eyes locked on his chest, a mixture of surprise and concern etched on her face. He followed her gaze and saw the scars, the remnants of past battles and injuries, marring his otherwise perfect physique.
"Viktor, I didn't know." she trailed off, her eyes still on his chest.
Viktor shrugged. "Is part of being Quidditch player."
Hermione nodded, her eyes finally meeting his.
Then, without a word, Hermione leaned in, her lips meeting his in a gentle, tender kiss.
Viktor's lips trailed along Hermione's delicate jawline, up to her cheek, and finally to the sensitive skin of her neck. She moaned softly, her body arching up to meet his touch. He could feel the stiffness of her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.
Viktor's breath hitched as Hermione's chest brushed against his, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin fabric of her bra.
She was so close, her breath mingling with his, her body moving with an almost imperceptible rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart.
The air between them was charged with an electric tension, a magnetic pull that was becoming increasingly difficult to resist.
Despite the aching need that coursed through his veins, Viktor hesitated. His hand hovered tentatively near her breast, unsure, despite the invitation in her gaze. He had dreamed of this moment, of touching her like this, but now that it was here, he found himself paralyzed by a mixture of desire and uncertainty.
As if sensing his hesitation, Hermione reached up and placed her hand over his, guiding it towards her breast. "It's okay, Viktor," she breathed out. "I want this too. I want you to touch me."
Emboldened by her words, Viktor let his fingers explore the soft curve of her breast, the warmth of her skin burning into his palm. He could feel her stiff nipple under his touch.
Hermione closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as Viktor's thumb circled her nipple through the fabric of her bra. The sound of her pleasure reverberated in his cock.
"Take it off," Hermione murmured, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.
No need to tell him twice. His hands moved to the clasp of her bra. The bra fell away, revealing her breasts in all their glory. They were perfect, just like her, full and round, with rosy nipples that begged to be kissed, sucked, and played with.
His hands explored her, caressing the soft flesh, tracing the contours of her body. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, eliciting a series of soft gasps from Hermione.
Viktor leaned in, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, reveling in the way Hermione's body responded to his touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched her back, pressing herself against him.
He moved to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on her neglected nipple. Hermione's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as he continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth.
"Viktor," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping. Not now, not ever. He was lost in her, consumed by the taste, the feel, the sound of her.
"More, Viktor. Please." Her voice was a sultry whisper, a siren's call that he could not ignore.
His eyes darted around the cave, landing on a large, smooth rock near the fire. With a flick of his wand and a muttered incantation, the rock shimmered and transformed into a makeshift bed.
Viktor scooped her up in his arms, her body warm and pliant against his. He laid her down on the bed. Her chest heaved with each breath, her nipples still hard from his earlier attentions.
His hands moved to the waistband of her trousers, his fingers deftly undoing the clasp. He peeled the wet fabric away from her body, revealing the soft curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her stomach, and the sweet prize between her thighs.
He paused for a moment, his gaze drinking in the sight of her. She was beautiful. Inside and out utterly gorgeous. And she was his.
At least for tonight.
The Seeker knelt before her, his hands gripping her ankles. He placed a gentle kiss on her ankle, his lips lingering on her skin. He could feel her body tremble beneath him.
Slowly, he began to kiss his way up her leg. He reached her knee, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her hands fisting the blankets beneath her.
He continued his ascent, his lips tracing the delicate line of her inner thigh. Her scent filled his nostrils, a heady mix of arousal and something uniquely Hermione. It was intoxicating.
He wanted more.
He needed more.
He was going to get more.
The taste of her, even through the damp fabric of her knickers, was like nothing Viktor had ever experienced. He kissed her there, the heat of her core searing through the thin barrier, his tongue tracing the contours of her sex. She gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He sucked gently on her clit, his tongue flicking against the hard nub as he explored her through the fabric. She was sweet and salty, her arousal coating his tongue, driving him wild. He wanted to tear the fabric away, to bury his face in her wetness, to feel her come against his lips, but he held back, savoring the slow build of her pleasure.
Viktor's own need was becoming unbearable, his cock straining against the confines of his trousers, but he ignored it, focusing solely on Hermione. He wanted to give her pleasure, to make her scream his name, to show her just how much he desired her.
He kissed his way up her body, her ribs, the soft swell of her breasts. He nipped at her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin as he made his way to her mouth.
Their lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss, their tongues dueling for control. He knew she wanted him. He could literally taste her want on his lips.
His hips ground against hers, the friction of his cock through his pants rubbing against her slick folds. She was so wet, so ready for him, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to rut into her right then and there.
He wanted to pin her to the mattress.
Like those pretty little flowers she used to pin in her books.
Only now instead of muttering about Arithmancy, she was going to mutter his name.
Over.
And over.
Like it was the only word on her mind.
Viktor sucked in a breath as Hermione's fingers moved to the waistband of his trousers.
But as she began to tug at the fabric, he caught her wrists, stopping her. Her eyes widened in surprise, a question forming on her lips.
"Not yet, kitten," He shook his head, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.
With a swift, fluid motion, he pinned her hands over her head with one hand. She gasped. He held her there, her wrists encased in his grip, her body at his mercy.
His other hand began a slow, torturous journey down her body. He traced the contours of her lips with his thumb, his eyes never leaving hers. Her lips parted, a silent invitation that he couldn't resist. He leaned in, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a soft moan from her.
His hand moved lower, his fingers grazing the hardened peaks of her nipples. She gasped, her back arching. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, his touch light, teasing, as he explored her body with a reverence of her goddess body.
His hand continued its descent, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her ribcage, the soft swell of her stomach. He could feel her body tremble beneath his touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he explored her body with a single-minded focus that left no doubt about his intentions.
Finally, his hand reached the apex of her thighs. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, the damp fabric of her knickers. He cupped her through the fabric, his fingers pressing against her clit, his touch firm, unyielding.
"Do you vant this, my little nymph?" he rasped out.
She nodded, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes, Viktor. Please."
Fuck, he liked way that sounded.
He moved her knickers aside, his fingers sliding through her slick folds with an ease that made his cock throb.
He found her clit, the small, sensitive bundle of nerves swollen and eager for his touch. He circled it with his fingers, his movements slow, deliberate, as he watched her face, her expressions, her reactions.
Her hips bucked against his hand. He obliged, his fingers moving faster, his touch firmer as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
"Viktor!" She moaned.
He could feel her body tensing beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he drove her towards her release. Her fingers clawed at the blankets, her body writhing beneath him as she chased her pleasure.
And then, with a final flick of his wrist, she was there. Her body arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips as her orgasm crashed over her. He could feel her inner walls clenching around his fingers, her body shaking.
As she came down from her high, he released her hands, his fingers gently stroking her skin as she caught her breath. He watched her, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock aching for release.
But this wasn't about him. Not yet.
He withdrew his fingers, his eyes locked on hers as he brought them to his lips. He tasted her, the sweet, salty tang of her arousal coating his tongue.
He propped her leg up on his shoulder, opening her up to him. He placed a tender kiss on the soft skin of her inner thigh, his stubble scraping against her skin. She gasped.
Viktor's eyes traveled up her body, taking in every detail. Her rapid breathing, the beads of sweat on her forehead, the flush that had spread down to her chest. Her swollen clit.
He looked up at her, his eyes locking with hers. The raw desire he saw there mirrored his own. He was hungry for her, desperate to taste her, to feel her come on his tongue.
Slowly, he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was sweet, sweeter than he could have ever imagined. He groaned.
He explored her with his tongue, tracing the contours of her cunt, teasing her clit. Her moans filled the cave, a symphony of pleasure that spurred him on.
He slipped a finger inside her, his tongue still working its magic on her clit. She was tight, so tight, and unbelievably wet. He could feel her inner walls clenching around his finger, her body begging for more.
He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
"Oh, God. Viktor," she moaned.
He could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing beneath him. He redoubled his efforts, his fingers pumping in and out of her, his tongue relentless on her clit.
And then, with a final flick of his tongue, she shattered. Again. He couldn't, even if he had tried to, stop the smirk that plastered his face. Her body convulsed, her muscles contracting around his fingers.
He continued to lap at her, drawing out her orgasm until she was limp and panting beneath him. Only then did he withdraw his fingers, his tongue giving her one last, lingering kiss.
He sat back on his heels, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her skin was flushed, her chest heaving with each breath. Her hair was a wild tangle around her head, her eyes dark with satisfaction.
She was beautiful. His forest nymph.
He stood, his hands moving to the clasp of his trousers. He was hard, painfully so.
But before he could undress, Hermione sat up, her hand reaching out to still his. "Let me," she said, her voice a sultry whisper.
He nodded, his breath hitching as her fingers moved to the waistband of his trousers. She undid, her hands pushing the fabric down his hips.
His cock sprang free, hard and eager. Hermione's eyes widened slightly, a small gasp escaping her lips.
Her hand moved to his cock, her fingers wrapping around his girth. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily at her touch.
She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft with a confidence that surprised him. She was no shy virgin. She knew what she was doing, and Perun help him, she was good at it.
So why had she been nervous before?
He watched her, his eyes locked on her face. Her focus was intense, her eyes dark with desire.
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum that had formed on the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she took him into her mouth.
Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around his cock as she took him deeper. He could feel the back of her throat, the sensation overwhelming.
She bobbed her head up and down, her hand moving in time with her mouth. He could feel his orgasm building, a familiar tingling in his balls.
But he wasn't ready to finish yet. Not like this.
He mustered all the will he had and he pulled away from her, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop.
"I vant to be inside you vhen I come," he ordered.
A slow smile spread across her face, her eyes dark with anticipation. "Then what are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice a sultry challenge. "I want you inside me."
He smiled. He liked this side of her.
He moved over her, his body aligning with hers. He could feel the heat of her cunt against his cock. He closed his eyes and clenched his hands.
Gods how he wanted to plow her, rut into her until they were both spent.
He reached between them, positioning himself at her entrance. "You sure?"
She nodded, her legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer. " Yes. I want this, Viktor. I want you. I want you to fuck me."
With a groan, he pushed forward, his cock sliding into her wet heat. She was tight, so tight, and unbelievably hot. He could feel her stretching to accommodate him, her body yielding to his.
He paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size. And then, with a final thrust of his hips, he was fully seated inside her.
He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate. He wanted to savor this, to make it last. But the feel of her, the heat of her cunt, the way her body clung to his, it was too much.
His pace quickened, his hips pistoning as he drove into her again and again. She met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with his.
He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit.
"Oh god! Yes!"
The feel of Hermione's hot, tight cunt around his cock was almost too much to bear. He needed more, needed to feel her from a new angle, to worship every inch of her luscious body.
With a swift, fluid motion, Viktor spun Hermione around, her ass in the air. He propped up a pillow under her waist, positioning her so that with every thrust, her clit would brush against the satin pillow.
He needed her to want this after they left the cave.
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her with a force that made the pillowcase rustle beneath them. "You're mine, kitten," he growled, in Bulgarian. "All mine. I can't let you go now that I've had you."
"I-I don't under—" She tried to mutter.
But Viktor moved faster. The only thing out of her mouth was going to be his name.
Only his name.
He rutted into her, each thrust eliciting a delicious moan from her lips. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the wet suction of her cunt around his cock, it was music to his ears. He was lost in her, in the feel of her, in the scent of their arousal that filled the air.
Viktor's gaze was drawn to the sight of his cock disappearing into her, her juices glistening on his shaft with each withdrawal. It was a sight he never knew he needed.
He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit once more. He began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Come on my cock."
Her response was immediate.
Fuck even coming on his cock, she was perfect.
Her body tensing around him, "I'm coming Viktor!" Her orgasm triggered his own, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into her with a guttural roar.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled in the sheets. Viktor withdrew from her, his softening cock slipping from her warmth with a wet sound that made him groan.
He pulled her into his arms, her back to his chest, his spent cock nestled against the cleft of her ass. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder, his arms tightening around her as he held her close.
They lay there in silence, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The only sounds were the distant noises of the forest.
"I'm not letting you go, kitten. Not this time."