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"Non, non, non!" She repeated like a mantra with every time I slammed inside her, her tits trying to move freely only to be prevented by her bra, but interestingly, every time she repeated, it sounded less like a wailing, and more like a moan of pleasure.
She would have tried to push me away, but her arms were busy trying to keep her upright.
Instead, she tried to pull away, something I prevented by taking a hold of her hips, the power she was able to exert was negligible.
I slammed inside her again and again, and soon, the only sound that left her mouth was wordless cries filled with unbounded pleasure.
Still, the quickness of her mood change was the best indicator of her dwindling love for her husband.
Her attempts to escape transformed, her hips swayed back and forth in the same pace as my beats, pushing my shaft deeper into her.
Even her token attempts to keep her voice low didn't last long, her voice loud enough to rattle the windows as I pushed inside her again and again.
I decided it was time to catch a vision of her beautiful breasts, so I reached for the hooks of her bra, opening it with a soft touch.
Her flimsy bra fell on the bed. I leaned and grabbed her breasts, sinking deep into her beautiful flesh, her nipples hard against my palm.
Struck with a desire to see her face, I pulled out. She let out a disappointed cry that tempted me to tease her with a session of denied orgasm, but after all the fruitless sessions, I was just as enthusiastic as her, so I just pushed her to the side.
Not expecting, she tumbled, finding herself lying on her back, next to her husband, naked other than the flimsy panties that afforded her no protection.
But even then, they were an unwelcome barrier, so I ripped them off before sliding inside her once more.
"How do you feel, princess," I asked even as I slid my full length inside her.
"I feel horrible, you disgusting man," she answered, but her face, contorted with pleasure, clued me that it was far from her actual feelings.
The repeated gasps of pleasure escaping from her lips, uncaring about the presence of her husband, was just a bonus.
I pushed deeper into her even as leaned forward, capturing her lips with a searing kiss.
This time, there was no reluctance as her lips countered mine. Her allure flared uncontrollably, enhancing my pleasure even further.
I doubted that I would be able to pull away from her even without the effect, but with the effect of the allure added, I would continue even if the house was on fire.
"You hate this, right?" I asked.
"I do, with all my heart," she answered, a statement that might be comfortable if it wasn't for an earth-shattering moan following it.
I smirked. "I'm sure you are. After all, why else your legs would be wrapped around me, forcing me to push deeper." She blushed.
"You are trying to just make me cum faster right?" I said.
"Sooner I finish, earlier your horrible torture would end." The haze of pleasure invading her face, she wasn't able to do anything other than nodding helplessly. I smirked.
"Ready yourself for it, then," I said. A second later, panic managed to cut through the pleasure as she realized what I was about to, but it was too late to react.
I let my cum fill her, triggering a mirroring climax in her. Her cries rose unbidden as her hands found my shoulders, her fingers digging deep. I stilled as my load filled her insides.
"That was nice," I said as I pulled out, my allure enchanted body already pushing for a second boner.
"It's finally over," she murmured, relief and disappointment warring in her tone.
"Over?" I said as I grabbed her arm and forced her onto her feet before pushing her against the wall.
A second later, I was behind her, my shaft aligned with her slit.
"Honey, the night is just starting," I said before sliding inside her.
That statement launched a long night, where we christened all possible surfaces of her bedroom, floor, sofa, bath, dressing room...
"And that's the fifth," I moaned as I filled her with my seed once again.
"One load for every night you promised to assist me. Congratulations, Mrs. Weasley. You're now free of your obligations."
She said nothing, but I felt confident to risk a guess and say the blissful expression on her face was little to do with the fact that she was now free of the weight of her obligation.
I watched as Fleur's eyes fluttered helplessly. I leaned forward, pointed at her husband, and whispered.
"If I was you, I would charm his memories, otherwise, it might be inconvenient to explain why you're shagged so thoroughly, leaking, while the only memory he had is sleeping uninterrupted."
She said nothing, but I could see a shameful acceptance in her eyes, even as the realization hit her about the fullness of her betrayal.
She was going to do that because there was no other option.
I pulled back, examining my masterpiece with proud eyes. There was a certain dark purity in what I just did, seducing a beautiful veela so completely that she was unable to utter a word of protest as I took her again and again in her wedding bed, next to her sleeping husband. Still, it was just the beginning…
….
The first stage of my plan for Fleur had come to completion, which left me quite satisfied.
It was annoying that I needed to stay away from her for a while, until she could process the guilt and the pleasure she felt at the moment of her capitulation.
The fact that her husband, rendered temporarily impotent with a select potion regiment, would be unable to touch her made things even easier.
Even better, he needed to travel a lot due to his job, leaving Fleur at home, alone.
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Even better, he needed to travel a lot due to his job, leaving Fleur at home, alone.
There would be no goodbye sex for him, not with his wife still filled with my seed.
Still, with Fleur left to wallow in her mind, I needed something else to do. Or someone, I corrected myself a second later.
After all, my favorite bushy-haired bookworm was perfectly available. I wrapped my cloak around and apparated to the attic of Grimmauld Place once more.
Kreacher appeared with a crack instantly, only to bow respectfully without a word. I pulled my head free from the invisibility cloak and gave him a nod in appreciation before continuing my trek downward.
Kreacher was a nasty critter towards the people he hated, and extremely helpful to people he respected, no matter how morally dubious their actions. A perfect elf for a family like Blacks.
It was late in the night, which was why I was surprised when I saw the Golden Trio in the living room, having a massive row.
Admittedly, I should have expected it. By removing the amulet from Mungundus' hold, I had destroyed the only clue they had to find a Horcrux, leaving them more directionless than a headless chicken.
And the fact that Hermione, who usually took the lead as the voice reason and understanding, was frazzled with the magically-enhanced arousal she was suffering didn't help any.
Especially since she couldn't even think to resolve it with Potter or Weasley. A delicious situation all around.
The fight lasted almost for an hour, which I listened attentively despite feeling bored. It ended, not because they managed to resolve it, but when Hermione threw her hands up in frustration and walked back to her room, leaving the boys to their own devices.
They continued their fight, but I couldn't care less about their argument, so I followed Hermione, managing to slip inside her room before she locked the door.
It was a treat to watch her undress, each little motion filled with anger and frustration, the clothes flying off her, more than one piece torn.
But she didn't show the slightest concern, instead, throwing herself to her bed back first, her legs already parted open.
One of her hands found her tits, mauling mercilessly, the other teasing the circle around her clit, and soon, her cries rose unbidden.
It was a beautiful sight, so I just watched her play with herself until she had one of her fake climaxes.
Fake because the curses over her didn't allow for a real climax, keeping her high strung despite the waves of pleasure that spread through her body.
The only exception was her dreams, influenced by my spell, starring only me as the main role. I was curious how she would react in our first real-world encounter.
Unfortunately, I had another pseudo-dream for tonight's entertainment. I waited until she started to tremble in a rough climax, only to nail her with an underpowered stunner, followed by a confundus to make her believe it was just a dream.
A few carefully curated spells, and the room was radically different. She was still lying in the bed, but this time, it was larger, with four posters, and green silk curtains.
The room was interlaced with the illusion of another, thematically like Slytherin common room, only more opulent, with transparent silk curtains and flickering lights.
But those didn't compare to the fact that her arms and legs were tied down with silk ropes, again green and silver, charmed to prevent any bruising in case she struggled.
Only after making sure that there were no signs remained, that might clue her that we were still in her room, I removed my invisibility cloak and envied her.
Her eyes fluttered open, only to grow in shock. "You're finally awake, Miss Granger," I whispered in an erotic, inviting tone.
I know it worked, because she shivered with each word, overcome with pleasure. I was glad to see that my scheme was working even better than I had hoped.
"Malfoy," she said angrily, or at least in a manner she intended to come across as angry, but with her arousal added, it was more like a second-rate actress, trying to feign anger.
It was interesting to see that even in her dream, or what she thought as a dream, she was still trying to deny the attraction that was clawing her heart. "What are you doing here?"
"Why, Miss Granger, don't you remember. You've been captured, and I decided to take you as my reward." As I spoke, I walked towards her, standing above her as the last words left my mouth.
I let my gaze trail her body, drinking her naked deliciousness. It was an amazing sight, her toned body, bathed in the flickering lights of the room. Truly delicious.
"Go to hell, Malfoy," she spat, her anger momentarily overcoming her arousal in my dismissive attitude.
It didn't annoy me, it just excited me more. After all, she wouldn't be fun if she folded under the slightest bit of pressure.
"Gladly, my dear," I answered, dragging my finger gently over her cheek until it touched the edge of her lips, then pulled away, watching as her mouth opened reflexively, her tongue darting out for a moment, begging for a kiss.
"So be it, you bastard!" she exclaimed. "Do whatever you want." It would have been a good ultimatum, the pure princess declaring that she was above the bodily concerns, pitying the villain.
But that effect was spoiled by a few small details. First, her mouth was forced open by her quickened breathing, trying to cool down her arousal.
The second was her eyes, filled with desire, examining my body like she was trying to devour my body.
The last, and the most damning was her core, shining wet under the arousal.
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