Kapitel 58: CH 56: No Name [17]
{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}
Her hips joined soon after, starting to move on their power rather than relying on my pushes, her tightness traversing my length repeatedly. She bit my neck even harder, suggesting that I wasn't the only one that was getting overwhelmed with the sensation. It was useful that she was too distracted with my presence to pay attention to the discussion between me and the guard, I thought, as I was having trouble maintaining even a semblance of reason in that discussion, spouting random words, my mind occupied by the delicious way she was wrapped around my girth.
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It was for barely a minute that she was jumping up and down on my lap when she suddenly tightened even further, in a way that I would have recognized as a particularly strong orgasm even if it wasn't for her window-shattering cries and free-flowing juices. Frankly, it was a miracle that I managed to keep myself from releasing at that exact second, leaving me free to enjoy the way she went limp on my lap.
But while it was tempting to send the guard away and enjoy the way she was lazing on my lap, I had a better idea in mind. I tightened my grip around the small of her back, and then stood up while my shaft was still inside her. The panic broke through her haze when I did so, especially when I weakened my grip around her waist, and she started to topple backward until her back touched to my desk, though not hard enough to hurt. And all the while, my shaft was stuffed deep inside her, shuffling with the motion.
It took a second for her to realize that in that position, there was nothing to hide her breasts from the guard that was sharing the room with us. She opened her mouth to argue, but I chose that moment to slam inside her mercilessly, turning her words to a hopeless moan. She didn't have a chance of resisting that pleasure, especially when her body was still dealing with the aftershocks of her previous climax.
Her arms crossed on top of her chest in an effort to hide what little modesty she had, which left me free to impale her to my heart's content, each repeat filling the room with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the cracking filling the room. I kept my eyes firmly on her face, but she didn't return the courtesy, too busy turning towards the guard that was still in the room, watching her with a facsimile of arousal. I was lucky that she was too distracted to notice the glassy look in his eyes.
"You can go now," I said to the guard without slowing down the pace. It was an amusing trick, but I was getting bored with it. I wanted her attention back to me. "And don't forget to close the door behind you."
The guard nodded and left the room, leaving Hermione free to turn her gaze back to me, anger trying to flicker in her eyes. Unfortunately for her, it failed to do so, doused by the warm waters of her pleasure, rising constantly. "Bastard," she managed to say between moans. "Stop."
I don't think I would have been able to do that even if her words had carried any hint of determination behind them. But as the things stood, two measly words were nothing against her body language, or the amazing way she squeezed me with each push. "Sorry, sweetie," I answered. "You are just too damn sexy to resist." I was amused to notice that a blush exploded on her face despite the ridiculousness of the situation. "And look at the bright side," I continued, acting like I wasn't on the edge of exploding. "We thoroughly managed to convince them about your reason of visiting."
She opened her mouth to say something, but I never learned what she was planning to say, as my resistance chose that exact moment to give in, painting her insides white, with an errant drop sliding out. "No, not that!" she exclaimed as she tried to pull back.
"Ops," I said, but I keep a hold of her legs to prevent her from sliding away as I pumped her insides until I run dry, and she was limp with the pleasure, keeping her from pushing the point in a more physical manner. Only then I pulled back, sitting on my chair, with an excellent view as she just lay on the desk, trying to catch her breath, my gift slowly ooze between her legs while she tried to build up her anger.
I had a feeling that the next few minutes was going to be fun.
There was a certain satisfaction watching Hermione's reaction as I leaned back on my chair. At first, I was expecting an explosive display of anger from her, but instead, she tried to pull herself in a sitting position, which proved harder than she had been thinking after our rather intimate embrace, leaving her with trembling limbs.
On her face, I could see tendrils of anger that was trying to form, but they failed to attain success. It wasn't a huge shock. With the state of her emotions, actively manifesting one while erasing the others was near impossible. After all, during the last hour, she had run through a plethora of challenges that pushed her significantly out of her comfort zone. Being forced to visit a prison while dressed like a stripper was tough, but not as tough as being forced to act like one. Not even a classy one with no touch rule, but in a seedy joint where the customer had the total control over her body…
Ultimately, first losing her clothes, then her virginity, to her schoolyard nemesis didn't make things easier to process. Then, from her perspective, there was the voyeur guard that had been a witness to everything, unaware that he was under imperius. And to top off everything, there was the small gift that I had left in the confines of her body.
No, her difficulty in processing her emotions was not a surprise.
I didn't even bother putting my penis back in my pants, choosing to start speaking instead. "So, I think we were talking about the prison camps," I murmured in a casual manner, picking up from where our discussion had been left-off. And just like that, astonishment had been added to her face, reminding her status as a spy for the forces of light. "One of the biggest camps are located in…"
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