Antonin eyed the science book sceptically. He was annoyed with himself for the niggling curiosity he unwillingly felt at its contents. Despite the secret interest, his primary instinct (honed throughout his life thanks to his upbringing) was to toss the book aside with contempt - it was muggle and therefore worthless. But Hermione wouldn't appreciate that.
He could sense her keen eyes on his face, looking for any hints of his feelings on what she'd brought him from the Hogwarts library. He hadn't asked her to provide him with more information but he should've known that she'd latch onto that conversation about hormones, believing it to have greater importance than it really did. He had found the discussion interesting but that didn't mean he wanted to know everything about science. What use was there for science when there was magic? Who cared if the half-witted animals had discovered a couple of things - it was never going to be enough to pull themselves out of the mud and filth they wallowed in.
Still, it was a surprisingly large book, even if it did span a whole century. He suspected that the content was mostly waffle with very little evidence of any noteworthy discoveries, not worth his time, but Hermione was probably going to make sure he read it by discussing it or testing him. Even if he did deign to skim through its pages, he wasn't going to fake enthusiasm just to appease her - he had limits to what he was prepared to do to manipulate her.
"When you've finished that one, I'll bring the next - the following fifty years had to be split into three volumes because of all the discoveries and advancements," she said as she neatly placed her robes over her cloak.
Any comment Antonin had been prepared to make in response died on his tongue the instant he lifted his gaze to her. Raw desire ignited his blood, every part of his body yearned to be flush against the skin on show - to touch, to taste, to own. Her bare legs were back, the slender lines leading all the way from her ankles to her thighs, disappearing tantalising beneath her skirt. His nails bit into the cover of the book as he attempted to control the anticipation of getting to trail his hands up the smooth flesh once more and venturing even further if he could. He'd been so close before - back when she'd last forgone her tights - but she had halted his advances and he'd had to content himself with the few inches of thigh she allowed him, stroking and caressing them for what had felt like hours.
Last week had been a setback, no doubt about it, and it had taken so much fucking restraint of his part to appear reasonable when having to accept that he was being shortchanged. He'd spent days expecting ten hours with her and had been forced to accept just one. He hadn't argued with her because what would have been the fucking point in that? She'd already turned up without the key and if he'd pissed her off then he'd have wasted that whole visit. He'd have looked like a complete cunt if he'd tried to persuade her too firmly to engage in anything more sexual when she'd told him she was uncomfortable and in pain. He meant what he'd said - he would've happily still fucked her despite the blood. There was a chance she was going to bleed a little when they finally had sex for the first time so it wasn't an issue.
There had, at least, been a couple of consolations.
Firstly, the position they'd ended up in on his bed - her sat between his legs with her arse against his crotch, his hand stroking over her lower stomach and barely an inch away from the top of her underwear - had been another satisfactory step in intimacy. It hadn't been as scalding hot as some of their other encounters lately, but it was a sure sign that she was becoming more comfortable with him physically (she hadn't shown any concern about his cock pressing against her backside even though she could surely feel it when she wiggled to change position slightly) that she still trusted him not to take advantage of her (even though with a slip of his fingers he could have found himself in her lower curls). Her defences were being eroded away and soon there would be nothing to stop him claiming Hermione's cunt as his, and his alone.
The other reassurance was not nearly as consequential (it was merely a passing thought) but it didn't hurt to know that his witch appeared to be a reproductively-healthy young woman. Not that he had any serious designs on taking advantage of that. His goal was to get her to fully submit her body to him in whatever sexual craving took his fancy. Anything beyond that could be considered once his cock had claimed her so thoroughly and so often that she would never be able to set her eyes on him without getting wet.
"Like what you see?"
Antonin's eyes had been fixed to her legs and skirt, though in his peripheral vision he knew that the short sleeves of her white shirt hand already been pushed up towards her shoulder - pre-summer heat must've been blessing the highlands of Scotland today - but he snapped his gaze up to her face at her question.
Her tone had surely meant to be playful and flirtatious but there was underlying self-consciousness there, which actually made it sexier because he knew that she was attempting something beyond what she was comfortable with, that she - his perfectly innocent witch - was seeking to entice and excite him. She wanted him. Maybe not as much as he craved her but that hardly mattered.
The flush staining her cheeks seemed more intense than the typical burning of the curse and there was further shyness in her eyes, the pressing together of her lips and the hand that gave a nervous brush down the side of her skirt.
There was a loud thunk as he rather carelessly placed the book on the desk and he was on her within a second. Her eyes widened at his eager advance and then she let out a mixture between a gasp and a squeal as he put his hands firmly on her waist and lifted her. Her arms automatically went to his shoulders, allowing him to shift his hold to slide underneath her thighs and encourage her to wrap her legs around his waist. They slotted around him like they belonged there (which they did, in Antonin's view) and her ankles locked behind his back, bringing her heat flush against his crotch. Their simultaneous sounds of pleasure were quickly quietened by the hungry kiss that followed.
He had always enjoyed kissing her despite her inexperience, but her love of learning clearly applied to every facet of her life because she now seemed to know just how to stroke her tongue against his or when to nip at his lower lip or vary the pressure from her lips to drive him even more crazy with lust. Her fingers were rubbing at his neck, scratching at the base of his head or curled tight in his hair. Wanting to similarly get the chance for his hands to roam free, Antonin carried her a few steps until her back was against the stone wall of his cell. The solid surface pressed her even closer into him and he rolled his hips a couple of times, revelling at the increase in pressure. With her weight secured, his hands immediately started stroking all around the soft, smooth skin of her thighs and as her lips matched his fervent passion, he trailed his hands up high enough to trace the edge of her underwear where it curved around one of her arse cheeks. Her thighs tightened around his waist and he swallowed her beautiful mewling sound.
She pulled his head back a few seconds later with a sharp tug on his hair, both of them gasping for breath.
"Does that answer your question?" he panted, nuzzling his cheek against hers before kissing along her jaw.
"What - what question?" she asked dazedly and he smirked against her skin.
"It doesn't matter, milaya," he murmured, his hands still very much enjoying the new access to her legs. Under the pretence of re-securing her position against the wall, he placed a hand firmly on her arse and pushed her up a little, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh beneath her underwear. She whimpered again and he risked leaving his hand there, cupping her arse, until the moment she started to wiggle and then he trailed it down the back of her thigh once more.
"You feel so fucking good pressed against me like this." His sentence was delivered in parts as he kissed and licked down her neck. "So perfect." He looked at her. "So beautiful." He leaned in for another kiss, this one slow, yearning and almost maddening as desire swirled up within him. How much longer would it take to make her his? He'd been so fucking patient with her. He'd come so close before but -
"Tonight."
The word interrupted his thoughts, her breath ghosting over his mouth.
He pulled back to get a better look at her. "Wha- "
"I want it to be tonight." Her voice was breathless, her gaze not quite focused (probably from the intense relief she was receiving from the curse) but she tightened her thighs around his waist once more and Antonin stilled in tortured anticipation as he barely dared to dream. "Us. Together." One of her hands stroked a short line down from his shoulder to his upper chest and then back up again a few times while the other played with the hair at the back of his head - but he had no awareness because he was paralysed by the words coming from her mouth. "I think I'm ready."
There were no thoughts - only rampant feelings of victory, desire and shock flooding his body. He surged his mouth forwards to kiss her senseless but she put two of her fingers over his lips, holding him back. "But not yet," she said and she might as well have been speaking another language because it seemed like all the blood had run to his cock, leaving little left over for brainpower. "Later. Your touch - the curse - it's too strong this early on. I don't want to lose myself completely and not know what's even happening."
Sense was beginning to pierce through the lust-haze in his head. Fuck - he'd much prefer it if she did lose her grip on the world and let him finally have what he'd been craving for months. What if she had a change of heart just as things were about to get so, so good? He couldn't let that happen - not now that he was so fucking close.
"I thought you'd prefer it that way," he said, moving his mouth off her fingers. His voice was still husky with arousal but he tried to make his tone pointed enough that she would get his meaning without him having to be more direct.
She shook her head then moved her hands to his shoulders again and unhooked her ankles so that she could put her feet on the ground. Antonin very, very reluctantly helped her back down, immediately missing the press of her against his cock.
"I'm not as anxious as before," she told him. "I mean, I'm still very nervous, but it's more of an excited kind of nervous than fear. I don't want to close my eyes and block everything else out apart from the pleasure until it's over."
That wasn't exactly what he'd been referring to and he was prepared to push a little more if it got him what he wanted more quickly. "Even though it's me?" he asked, emphasising his scepticism. "You wouldn't rather pretend that I - Antonin Dolohov - am not the one taking your virginity, the man pushing their cock into your tight little cunt for the first time?" As her eyes bored intensely into his skull he instantly realised that his frustration at her proposed delay had put him in danger of not getting to fuck her at all.
She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "If you weren't you, we probably would've reached this moment weeks - if not months - ago. Do I wish you were someone else? In many ways, yes," she said bluntly. "I'm not going to deny it. But there's no point in such a wish, is there? The reality is that you are the one in here with me and I've had to let myself accept that because… because this damn curse is too strong and I won't let it make me hate myself for giving in to its pull. I know it's you, Antonin, and I'm strong enough not to pretend otherwise. You see me like no one else does - and I've seen you too."
Antonin didn't know how to react to that speech. He wasn't sure if her words were a counterattack or a balm. Honestly, it felt like a little bit of both with the way she casually admitted she'd swap him out for someone else if she could and then, in another breath, hinting that he was the only one who really knew her in full (but if she thought she'd seen the real him, then his naive little witch was in for a nasty surprise one day). Yet the overriding emotion was relief that he might have just avoided pissing her off too much for sex.
"All I'm asking," she continued, "is that we keep the touches more innocent for an hour - maybe two - before we properly start building to it. There's no harm in that, is there?"
"But you'll change your mind," he argued, trying not to sound like a spoiled little boy, "I know you will."
She rolled her eyes a little. "Antonin, I'm not going to promise that we'll definitely have sex tonight because that's ridiculous. All I can say is that I really don't think I'll change my mind. Just be patient."
He bit down on his lip to prevent himself from yelling to the ceiling, I've been fucking patient! and allowed her to tug him towards the desk.
"Shall we read some of the new book I brought you or continue with your family's one?" she asked, taking her usual seat.
He looked down at her in disbelief. "Milaya, you can't tell me we're finally going to have sex in a couple of hours and then expect me to concentrate on anything other than that."
She looked rather surprised. "But -"
"No, it's not happening."
"Can't you at least try?" she asked, exasperated.
"If you want to study, go right ahead - you don't need me to do anything except touch you," he told her. He sat, placed one elbow on the desk so he could rest his head on his hand and then reached his other hand down to rest just above her knee, his fingers curving around the bare skin of her thigh. Her eyes were fixed intently on his face and her lips pressed together but he gazed back unfazed, happy to be lost in his fantasies of what the next few hours might hold. With a huff, she reached towards the book they'd been working through and opened it to the last page they'd looked at. He started tracing circular patterns on her skin and she attempted to shoot a glare at him before her eyes momentarily closed and she took a couple of deep breaths.
"Stop staring at me - you're making it more difficult to concentrate," she muttered as she resumed her attempts to start reading.
Instead of looking away or turning his head, he closed his eyes. Although he was very fond of looking at his zhar-ptitsa, his fantasies were easier to picture in his mind's view this way, his senses more focused on the feel of her underneath his fingertips. He stroked, traced and gently squeezed her thigh, gradually widening the area he covered and the Hermione in his head had her face screwed up in pleasure. Her knees were locked together and he reached further to pay the same attention to her other thigh.
"Have you gotten to the bottom of the page yet?" he asked, feeling a smirk twist his lips.
"No." It sounded like she'd said it through gritted teeth.
He returned to the closer leg but explored high enough to feel the hem of her skirt. Her breath stuttered beautifully and he could just see her parted lips even though his eyes remained closed. He could feel her upper body shifting and his mind envisioned the erotic sight of her palming and squeezing her breasts, fingers twisting a nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra. He held back a moan and dipped his fingers into the line where her legs were pressed together. He was only a couple of inches higher than her knees - not even that close to her pussy yet - but the heat here already felt vaguely humid.
"Are you already wet for me, Hermione?" She made an inarticulate sound in response so he pressed, "Tell me."
"Yes," she breathed and his fingers dug into her silky flesh, making her whimper.
"Good girl," he murmured. "So, so good, getting wet just for me. I can't wait to see your pretty pussy, to feel you, to taste you."
"For Merlin's sake, Antonin!" she hissed and then her hands were suddenly pushing his touch away. He opened his eyes. She was breathing heavily and frowning, looking both angry and aroused - not the worst combination. "You couldn't even give me ten minutes."
"You and I both know that the curse is too strong this early for you to study properly unless I'm only touching you with a single fingertip," he told her unapologetically. "If you want to soothe it quicker, then more skin contact is needed. If we get on the bed and get rid of your shirt and my robes, I promise I won't try and take things further until you tell me."
She considered for a few seconds before muttering, "Fine," and started pulling off her tie. He nearly snorted at her disgruntled attitude but then he became distracted as she began to unbutton her shirt, revealing another simple white bra and her mesmerising scar. She locked eyes with him. "You can touch my scar but not my breasts - not yet," she said brusquely as she peeled the shirt off her shoulders. He was reasonably confident that her manner was more a cover for her nerves than true annoyance with him so he happily pulled his robes over his head and tossed it carelessly on the back of his chair before following her to the bed, enjoying his view of the line of her spine before it disappeared into the waistband of her skirt. She toed off her shoes, removed her socks, then lay back on the bed and watched him expectantly.
"You're cute when you're cross, zhar-ptitsa," he teased, deciding not to allude to her nerves for now. She made a noise showing that she was unimpressed with his comment but that only made him smirk again as he climbed up the bed towards her. No matter, he'd soon get her to forget that she was annoyed with him with all the attention he was going to pay to her scar. It was still going to be wonderfully sensitive this early on.
He brought himself up nearly level with her and she gazed at him with a flicker of irritation in her beautiful brown eyes. Smiling, he brushed his thumb over her stubborn lips and they parted enough for him to slide the tip into her mouth. He could tell that she wasn't really sure what to make of the intrusion but he was curious to see what she'd do. There was a press of hot wetness from her tongue and then a firm nip from her teeth that went a little bit beyond playful but he didn't mind. "Take more," he encouraged, "and no more teeth." Her eyes narrowed at him but she did as instructed, allowing him to push to his knuckle. "That's it, good girl," he murmured, mesmerised by the sight and feel of her. Just as he was tempted to tell her to close her mouth around him and suck, she turned her head ever so slightly and he withdrew his thumb at once. "Fuck," he moaned before he kissed her eagerly. "You looked so hot taking me in your mouth like that."
He placed his palm on her scar and she bucked beneath him with a cry, caught by surprise because he usually teased his way slowly along her scar rather than touching it all at once. He pressed her down, enjoying the tingle of his magic against his skin and brought his mouth to hers again. She pulled his head closer with both hands, nails biting into his neck and scalp. "Wanna taste it," he murmured against her lips because she wasn't letting him pull away. She relaxed her hold enough that he could move lower but her hands remained in his hair, twirling and tightening his strands as he kissed down her throat. He slowed down his pace when he drew level with her rune key, pressing open mouthed kisses all around it but taking care not to touch it, then resumed his journey south. He was very conscious of the fact that if he turned his face slightly, he would feel the swell of a breast but she'd made it clear that they were off limits for now so instead he carefully kissed just above the shallow valley of her breasts then below the bottom rim of her bra, right between her ribs. He had reached the edge of her scar, which was now becoming blessedly familiar territory for him. He could (and already had, once) happily spend hours tracing her patterns with his fingers, mouth and tongue, so if he had to wait a short while before the almost-promised sex, he would be happiest doing this to occupy the time.
"Don't hold back," he told her, lifting his eyes so that he could see her. She looked so incredibly hot from this angle - the enticing bra, the flushed chest, the rune key, the wet lips, the wide pupils and hair fanned out like a goddess - as pretty as a picture. "You know I like to hear you, milaya."
Maybe the anticipation of what was to come was really turning her on because she certainly seemed more vocal than normal: whimpering and moaning, hissing or sighing out his name, and he was half-convinced that he heard a quiet fuck from her when he sucked on the very centre of her scar but her grip on his hair had been painfully tight at that moment so he might have only heard the word in his head.
Eventually, her reactions calmed and her hands were pushing at his head. He sat up hopefully, taking his touch away from her completely, and she gave him a lazy smile as she stretched her arms over her head.
"Please don't tell me you want to go to sleep," he asked.
"I do feel very relaxed," she murmured and a second later she let out a yawn.
Fuck. "Well, go drink some of the tea in your flask then," he said, gesturing towards her cloak and its magically-extended pockets. "Eat something."
She laughed and sat up so that her back was against his headboard. "Stop panicking, I'll be fine."
For the next few seconds they simply stared at each other. There was no sound, no movement apart from the steady rise and fall of their breaths. Antonin wanted to reach for her but he was worried that he might do the wrong thing. He knew he was on the precipice. Months of hard work had been building to this moment. Could it really be that he was going to get what he'd been craving for so bloody long?
Hermione bit her lip and then nodded slowly.
He gave her a questioning look, still wary of fucking things up.
She nodded more insistently. "Like we saw in the dream?" she asked, her voice noticeably nervous.
"Yeah," he said, mouth a little dry. "Mostly. It'll be a bit different - slower, more time to find out what you like, I'll be more careful to get you ready - but, yeah, if that's what you want."
She pressed her lips together and nodded again. "I've been taking a contraceptive potion for the last couple of months."
"Okay, good." Although he was horny as hell and flush with anticipation, it felt like things were starting to become awkward. He sat a bit closer and put his hand against her cheek. "I'm going to take care of you, milaya. You know that, right?"
She let out a shaky breath. "Yes."
"I'm gonna make you feel so good." He pressed his mouth to hers and his hand was still close enough that he could stroke around the edges of her scar. He continued to kiss and caress her until he felt her relax and then he encouraged her to lay back down. "I want you to let me know if I do something you really like - or there's anything you don't."
"What about you? What should I do that you like?" she asked.
He fought to keep his expression straight. If she had any idea how many different ways he wanted to fuck her…
Instead he leaned in close, their mouths only apart by a couple of inches and said, "Do you remember when you asked that question before?" She nodded. "Then you know you don't have to worry about me - I'll get as much enjoyment from having you beneath me and responding to me that I'll be just fine. Maybe when we've done this a couple of times, we can start trying a few new things, hmm?" She hummed against his lips as he kissed her, her hands moving over the bare skin of his back.
Again, he took the time to make sure that she was relaxed before he lifted a hand to cup her breast through the bra and rub his thumb across the front. She made a little noise against his mouth and he repeated the action but made sure to circle his thumb around the nipple he could feel pushing against the fabric. She whimpered again but more strongly this time.
"You like that?"
"Mhmm."
He moved his hand to the other breast and similarly teased the nipple hidden behind its white shield.
"Use your words, zhar-ptitsa," he teased. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes!" she gasped as he pinched the nub between his thumb and forefinger. "Good. Definitely good."
"So sensitive," he murmured appreciatively. "And I'm not even properly touching you yet."
She whimpered again, probably in anticipation of just how good it would feel to have his bare skin against her, but Antonin wasn't ready for that yet. His mind was caught on the purity of her white bra. Her underwear was probably white too, but he had a feeling that by the time he got down to it the material would be soaked through - sullied with her slick - and it was such an erotic mental image that it had him reaching a hand to his cock to give just a little of the friction he desperately sought. Before he got too caught up in his own needs, he refocused on that pretty little bra. One hand was still caressing a breast and he broke his lips away from her mouth and lowered his head to cover the other breast with his mouth.
"Antonin!"
He stroked his tongue over the covered peak, sucked it, pulled at it over and over until the fabric was darkened, wet and as tainted as he hoped it was between her legs. Hermione's hands were in his hair, gasps and moans escaping from her mouth, which continued as he latched his mouth over the other breast. He wondered how much of the heat from his mouth was being transferred through to her or whether she was simply responding to the pressure she could feel from his movements. He lifted his head to admire his work and revelled at how indecent she looked. No more innocence, not after he was done with her. He would leave his mark on her again, even if it wasn't so blatant as the scar he'd given her almost a year ago.
He hooked his finger round the strap of her bra and ran it up to her shoulder. "You want this off, Hermione? Do you want me to touch and suck your tits for real?"
Her breath caught in her throat and she stared at him with wide, desperate eyes. "Yes…please."
He smiled wickedly. He hadn't even asked her to beg. "So polite." He eased one strap down her shoulder then reached for the other. "Such a good girl. Sit up for me a moment, milaya, so I can give you your reward." Her eyes were transfixed on his face as he reached around her to unclasp her bra and ease it off her. To avoid her becoming self-conscious, he kissed her and lowered her back down, then brushed the back of a hand down one half of her chest to feel the swell and peak against his skin. She whined into his mouth and then turned her face aside with her eyes shut tight as his fingers went back to explore her properly.
Free now to look at her, his eyes feasted on his latest victory, a new barrier overcome. He was pleasantly surprised to find that her breasts were a little bigger than he had imagined now that they were not bound by her bra - not a complete handful but definitely more than half. Her nipples were a perfect shade of light pink, already hard and pebbled as he ran his thumbs over them. The moans and whimpers she made told him how much she enjoyed the feel of him on her tits but it was only when he closed his mouth over one that he realised just how much she liked it - arching her back and calling out his name as her head thrashed. He grinned as he swirled his tongue around the nipple, pressed it between his lips and gently scraped it with his teeth but she seemed to like it best when he sucked it fully into his mouth. Who would have guessed that his good little Gryffindor prefect loved having her tits suckled?
After switching between breasts a couple of times, he decided to press on because as enjoyable as this was, there were greater pleasures to be had.
"Are you ready for more?" he asked her.
Desperation was still clear on her face as she nodded. "I need… I don't know… but -"
"Shhh, it's alright, milaya, I know what you need," he said, running his hand soothingly up and down her side. He wondered how close she was even though he'd only played with her breasts and scar so far. Given how sensitive she was to his touch, it would probably only take a finger pumping in her cunt and a few licks of her clit to send her over the edge - but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted his cock buried in her when she came for the first time, claiming all her firsts. Maybe it was selfish, but he'd put her wants and needs before his own for months and it was time he took something for himself. It wasn't like he couldn't get her off on his mouth or hands any other time - hell, there might even be the chance later tonight if she was up for it.
"Let's get this off, hmm?" he said, tugging at the waistband of her skirt.
He saw her throat shift as she swallowed and she rolled onto her knees to reach the zip down the side of the garment. He briefly pulled her mouth to his and then climbed off the bed to remove his trousers, watching out of the corner of his eye as the sound of the zip filled the silence in the room. He had only undone the buttons at his fly, but he was currently far more interested in undressing Hermione and he reached for the bottom of her skirt and helped her pull it upwards. It caught a little over her chest but with a bit of manipulation he tugged it free and over her head and arms. Her hair fell back over her shoulders in gorgeous waves and she sat back down on her knees gazing up at him, naked except from the scrap of fabric covering her sex. He could see the triangle of white peeking up at him above the apex of her thighs - white, he'd been right, of course.
Another swelling of lust surged through him. He guided her face upwards so that her thighs rose, and brought his mouth against hers. One of his hands held her lips to his while the other glided down her completely bare back. Neither of her hands were still as they explored his chest - fingers trailing through chest hair and over his own nipples - until they noticeably travelled downwards. Her hands met the fabric at his waist, pushing at the loosened waistband and taking him by surprise. Just like he had helped undress her, she similarly helped pull the trousers down his legs and he was very aware of how close her face was to his cock. It was still covered by his underpants but the bulge was certainly more prominent now that it wasn't so constrained.
"Can I see you?" she asked in a hesitant voice, her gaze switching between his face and crotch.
Fucking hell. He'd forgotten that she was curious by nature, always keen to seek out new knowledge. Just because she was innocent and righteous, it didn't mean she was going to be a timid, shrinking violet about sex - she'd already told him that she wanted to be an active partner in meeting his needs. How fucking lucky was he? She really was perfect.
He pulled himself free, watching her face as he gave it a couple of relieving strokes and then moved his hand away so she could see it properly. He wasn't sure what reaction he'd been hoping for - no laughing, screaming or crying, he supposed - and there wasn't much of a difference to the expression on her face apart from scrutiny.
"Can I…?" She lifted her hand and raised her eyes to his once more.
"You want to touch me, milaya?"
"Is that okay?" she asked, her hand dropping back a little.
"It's more than okay." He took her hand and guided it slowly to his cock but she didn't pull away, so he wrapped her fingers around his shaft. It was the most incredible feeling and he struggled to remain still and not pump a little in her hold. Still with his hand on hers, he guided her fingers down to the base and then up to the tip and he could see her mentally making notes of all her observations. Her thumb swiped over a bead of pre-cum and she looked at it in surprise. Despite the need throbbing through him, he let out a strained laugh. "That's normal. Shows how much I want you." He helped her pump up and down, slowly at first and then just a bit quicker, spreading the moisture around. He let out a moan and rocked his hips a couple of times before he took her hand away. "You feel so incredible wrapped around my cock like that but now it's my turn. I want to see you - all of you."
She bit her lip as she stared at him for a moment, and then she nodded.
"Lie down again," he prompted and he followed her back onto the bed. He made sure to take a few seconds just to kiss away some of her nerves before his hand began to travel downwards, making stops to give attention to her breasts and scar to both reassure and excite her. Then he moved lower. He brushed his hand across the soft triangle of fabric a couple of times and she whimpered against his mouth. He pulled his head back, not wanting to miss her reaction as his fingers moved lower to slide down her covered pussy.
"Fuck, milaya!" he groaned as she gasped and bucked a little beneath him, her eyes bright and pleading. "You're absolutely soaked." She let out a keening sound and he kissed her heatedly, slowly dragging his fingers up and down the sodden fabric. This was so much better than those dreams - better than he could have ever hoped for because this was real. But now he needed to see, he needed to taste. With quick feverish kisses down her body, he moved himself lower and parted her legs so that there was room for him in between. He stroked her impossibly soft inner thighs languidly and gazed down at what had been driving him - both in terms of motivation but also nearly driving him mad with want these last months. He could clearly see where her slick had seeped through the fabric and he unconsciously licked his lips.
What a fucking beautiful view - he was certainly getting his fill of them tonight.
He returned his hand to her centre, watching hungrily how the fabric moulded to accommodate the press of his fingers over her mound and deep into her covered slit. She moaned and her thighs fidgeted restlessly. When he lowered his head, he could breathe in the musky scent of her for the first time. He replaced his hand with his tongue, licking a filthy strip from the base of her right up to where her clit would be, making her cry out his name and nearly crush his head between her thighs - there would be worse ways to go. He smirked up at her, savouring the taste of her on his tongue, but her eyes were staring up at the ceiling and her mouth was agape and panting.
His fingers reached around her hips to start tugging at her underwear and he didn't even have to prompt her to lift her arse to help him slide them down. His kisses trailed down her legs behind the material until she was totally bare before him. Knelt between her legs, he took a long moment to drink her in, mapping every dip, line and colour that had been hidden from him before - the hips, the curls, her glistening folds, and the glimpse of her pretty pink cunt. "Oh fuck," he groaned. Her eyes were on him and, as needy as he knew she must be, there was uncertainty on her face as well. "You are a dream come true, Hermione," he told her, his hand reaching down to his cock. "You know that's what I used those other charms for, hmm? To fantasise about fucking you and making you mine." He stroked himself slowly, dragging out the pleasure. "And not just in the dreams. I can't tell you how many times I've done this, made myself come, just imagining having you laid out before me like you are now." She whimpered and squirmed, one hand gripping his bed sheet while the other tugged at one of her nipples. "Yes, milaya," he hissed. "Touch yourself, take what you want."
"Antonin," she whined. "Please. It's not enough."
"I know," he panted, increasing the speed of his strokes, revelling in the heady desire and lust that infused the air around them like a tangible presence. "Let me just taste you first and then I'll give you what you need." He released his cock and stroked both hands up her thighs. "Keep touching yourself though - I know how much you liked me playing with your tits." He watched her palm her breasts and pinch her nipples for a few seconds. "Yes, like that. Keep those nipples nice and hard for me until I can suck on them later."
Then he turned his focus lower and manoeuvered his legs half off the bed so he could bring his head level with her cunt once more. He used his fingers to part her slick folds and traced around the edge of her. "Fuck, you have a beautiful cunt," he groaned. "Especially with it dripping so prettily like this for me." He was very tempted to lean in and start lapping at her, collecting every trace of moisture he could find, but he wanted to save some delights for the future. Instead, he swiped the pad of his thumb up through her slick and Hermione was already calling out her approval before he even pressed a couple of small circles into her clit. He made sure her feverish eyes were on him as he lewdly licked her essence off his thumb. "Perfect," he told her as he crawled towards her, "Just like the rest of you." He nudged her hand aside with his head, replacing the fingers on her nipple with his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and then sucking it like she'd loved so much before. Fingers in his hair held him close for a few seconds and then she pushed him to the other breast.
"More," she gasped. "Please, Antonin - I want you inside me."
Had he ever heard more beautiful words than those? He didn't think so. He kissed up between her breasts and carried on until he was at her neck. "You're not ready for all of me yet, milaya. Need to open you up a bit first. It might get a little uncomfortable but you need to tell me if it gets too much."
"Alright," she said breathily.
"You're doing so well," he told her, stroking a hand down her hair. "Just perfect. Like you were made for me - moya mechta sbylas' …" My dream come true.
He momentarily kept one hand at her cheek, caressing and soothing her as he shifted down the bed again. He helped her bend her legs and then part her knees so that she was opened up for him. He kissed the thighs that rose up beside his head and traced his index finger around her folds, collecting her wetness. He teased around her opening with the very tip of his finger for a couple of seconds and then slid into her heat as far as his knuckle. She let out a pleasurable cry and the walls of her cunt gripped him tight, wet though they were, making him groan. "Fuck, you feel so good hugging my finger like that, trying to pull me in deeper and keep me there." He pulled back a little then pushed in further, slowly pumping back and forth. "Your perfect cunt knows what it wants," he told her hungrily, "and I can't wait to give it to you, to feel you taking me in all the way." He added a second finger, which met more resistance, but he stroked and stretched her slowly, all the while telling her how well she was doing, how good she felt, until he could fit both inside her. He tried not to pump into her too quickly because he was still hoping to make her come for the first time on his cock, so he continued to focus on stretching her out and getting her more comfortable.
"Do you still feel good, milaya?" he asked, scissoring his fingers inside her to widen her opening. She'd been letting out a range of sighs and breathy moans, and one of her legs kept bending and straightening as she dug her heel up and down the mattress.
"Yes… so good," she panted, her head lolling from side to side. "Please."
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, voice low and tight with arousal. He nipped at the soft skin behind her knee and then soothed it with a press of his tongue. "Are you ready to be mine?" She already was his, of course, but it would only further secure his hold on her.
She pressed her lips together and nodded eagerly.
"I want to hear you say it, Hermione." He removed his fingers from her heat and she whimpered. He shifted his weight backwards to use his fingers to coat his cock in her slick but also so that he could look down at her. "Tell me what you want."
Her chest rose and fell as she breathed deeply, her eyes fixed on him. She licked her lips. "I want you…y-your cock… inside of me," she panted.
He nodded approvingly and stroked his fingers down her pussy so he could spread more of her moisture over him. Her hips bucked at his touch but she let out a frustrated whine when he took it away. "Keep going," he instructed, tugging at himself once more. "What else do you want?"
She took a shuddering breath. "For you to make me come like the woman in the dream," she said in a rush.
He gave her a filthy grin. "Oh, milaya, it would be my absolute pleasure."
Still with one hand pulling lazily at his cock, he leaned forwards so that his face was level with hers. He lowered his crotch so that he could glide his tip through her pussy lips, making them both moan. Fuck, she was exquisite. "And when I fill your cunt with my cock," he whispered, dragging his tip through her again, "and your walls are clenching around me as you come apart," her hips rolled up to him as she whined, "and you're dripping with my cum - what will that make you?"
She moved restlessly beneath him and he was sure that she knew what he wanted her to say. It was the final barrier, her last defence before she succumbed to him. Just as he was about to press her to say it, she stammered, "Y-yours. I'll be yours."
"Yes," he groaned and then kissed her passionately. "Moya milaya, moya zhar-ptitsa, moya mechta, my witch, my Hermione - mine."
He positioned his cock at her entrance and then slowly pushed in the tip. "Fuck," he hissed. She was squeezing him so tight and the expression on her face was strained. "Relax, milaya, I've got you," he soothed, kissing her softly and stroking her face. She let out a sigh and the pressure eased a little, letting him push in a bit more. "You're taking me so well," he murmured. "You feel so good, so perfect." Her hands were around his neck, fingers tight in his hair. He moved his hips, making a couple of shallow thrusts to get her used to the feel of him, and then forced himself to still. "Are you alright?"
She nodded. "It burns - but not in the way I'm used to," she said with a wince.
"It'll pass," he told her, nuzzling her face and kissing along her jaw. "Just stay relaxed." He pushed in a little bit more and gave her a few seconds to settle before making another couple of shallow thrusts. It was taking all his willpower not to drive into her fully - to not prioritise his wants over her comfort - because he couldn't let this be a one-off, he wanted to fuck her over and over again and she wouldn't be inclined to let him if he hurt her when she was most vulnerable.
"More," she said, running a hand down his back. "It's okay."
He grunted - a mixture of relief and frustration that he couldn't let go just yet. He moved his hips back and forth, pushing a little deeper with each thrust. "You feel so fucking good," he told her, his voice strained. "Perfect - just perfect." He kissed her and she nipped sharply at his lip, the shock of the pain distracting him enough that he thrust that little bit harder and he was sheathed in her completely. He groaned. "Yes… Fuck, milaya." He was there, finally buried in his witch's cunt. "Taking me all the way," he murmured, kissing her neck and bracing an elbow by her head so he could lift his other arm to stroke and tease her breasts - it was a distraction for him just as much for her while he waited for her to give him the signal that she was comfortable enough for him to start moving again. "So good, you're so good for me, Hermione."
She carded her fingers through his hair and let out a moan when he pinched her nipple, her hips bucking a little. "Are you going to move?" she asked. He pinched the nipple again and she cried out his name.
He started slowly, only moving back an inch or so before filling her again, letting her get used to taking all of him. It was impossible to describe how incredible it felt to have her liquid heat completely enclosed around his cock. It was everything he'd been dreaming of and more.
He was beginning to pull out a little further with each thrust but the pace was still slow. Only when she told him that the burn was fading and that she was starting to feel good, did he speed up a little. Her foot was sliding up his leg, her nails leaving light scratches across his shoulders and her moans were starting to become longer and deeper. "More," she urged, her breath hot against his cheek. "It's still not enough. Please, Antonin."
Giving her what she asked for, he started driving into her much harder and quicker. She let out her loudest groan yet. "You like that, milaya?" he grunted. "You like the feeling of me fucking your pussy?"
"Yes," she hissed, fingers digging into his back. She was so wet that the sound of him thrusting into her was almost obscene.
"You like the feel of me stuffing you full of my cock?" She could only moan in response and buck her hips in response. He moved his hand to her waist. "Yes, just like that. It feels even better when you move with me, hmm? Like it sends me even deeper." She whimpered but followed his advice, rocking up to meet his thrusts. "You must be getting close. Can you feel the pressure beginning to coil up tight within you?"
She nodded, her whimper desperate now.
"Good, just hold on a little longer," he grunted. "I'm not gonna be far behind." He lifted one of her legs over his hip, the new angle letting him thrust into her even quicker. He could feel himself getting closer, the long build up seeking an explosive release, but he wanted the spasming and clutching of her walls to be what pulled him over the edge, milking the cum out of him. Just the thought of it had his balls clenching and he growled into her neck, his passion for her driving him wild.
"A-Antonin," she gasped. "I can feel it."
"It's alright," he grunted. "Let it build." He lifted his head but her face was turned to one side, her eyes scrunched up tight. "Look at me, Hermione. I want to watch you when you come." She moaned and her hips struggled to match his rhythm but she obeyed him, her frantic gaze piercing through him. He reached his hand down and started rubbing her clit, trying not to be too rough even as he could feel himself beginning to lose control. Her mouth opened but no sound came out, and her nails were digging into him so tightly that he knew he'd be bruised or bloodied. "That's it, milaya - you're there, come for me."
Her eyes widened almost impossibly wide and then her cunt clamped down on him so tightly that he had trouble continuing to thrust into her. "Fuuuuck," he moaned as her spasming walls continued to snatch at him, stimulating him towards his own orgasm. Her eyelids were fluttering wildly, as though she was struggling to stay conscious but he was too caught up in his own need for release to be able to concentrate on anything other than himself. With a couple more thrusts, he buried himself as deep inside her as he could and came with a ragged groan, his body alight with the rush of ultimate pleasure as he rode the waves of bliss. He half collapsed on her, still moving his hips a little as the sensations started to ebb, and stroked his hands over her skin, careful to avoid anywhere too sensitive. Her eyes were half-lidded but there was enough movement in them that he knew she was aware of her surroundings, and he greedily sought her mouth. She returned a small amount of pressure to his lips and the hand she lifted to his cheek was soft, almost limp.
"Don't fall asleep, milaya," he said, his voice hushed in the strange silence that followed their coupling. "I've got to get you cleaned up first."
She made a disgruntled noise.
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "You'll regret it if we leave it 'til after. Do you feel alright?"
"Mmhhmm, just tired."
"I know." He could feel himself softening. "I'm going to pull out now, alright? You did so well, milaya. I couldn't have asked for anything better."
She whimpered only a little as he slid out of her and he stroked her hair and pressed soft kisses to her cheeks.
After climbing off the bed, he paused for a moment to look down at her cunt. A small amount of white oozed from her opening, discoloured slightly by a little trace of blood. His sensitive cock twitched at the lewd and erotic sight and he willed his eyes to burn the image into his mind forever. He'd done it - he'd finally fucking done it. He'd claimed her and made her his own.
Hermione was his.
A/N How long has it taken us to get to this point?! We finally made it. I hope you enjoyed it - would really love to hear your thoughts because this is a new step up in terms of me writing sex scenes.
Take care, everyone.