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HP: Tainted Desire

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CH 30: Claiming Her Virgin

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

Standing in front of me, she pulled the sash of her bathrobe and threw it on the ground in one negligent move, leaving her wrapped only in her wedding-night garb to my attention. Without hesitation, she sat down across my length and started rocking her hips, the arousal blooming on her face instantly. I realized that she was still suffering under the arousal I hadn't given to her hours ago. An oversight that was easy to fix, I thought as I pulled her closer, trapping her body in contact with mine. No argument rose from her lips, not that it was surprising. They were temporarily rendered useless, for that particular usage at least. They were still more than capable of serving as my amusement, following the lead of my lips in a merciless tango.

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I could feel her arousal rising unchained. It was the time to conclude my plan. I lifted her, my cock jumping upright immediately. Then, a negligent push later, her slit was free for an unbound push. I pressed my shaft on her entrance, but waited for her to realize what was going on. I expected her to argue against me taking her virginity. "No," she moaned in panic, the fear she was trying to project turning into a weak echo, drowning the pleasure. "You cannot. I kept myself for my wedding bed."

I smiled, her answer was the more useful than I had ever hoped, giving me the perfect excuse to bring the situation to the conclusion. "So be it," I answered, and suddenly apparated, taking her with me.

Her eyes grew in shock as she realized where we were. "No," she cried in panic, looking around helplessly before fixing her gaze on her sleeping husband. "What are we doing in my bedroom."

"Well, sweetheart," I said with a smug smile. "You said you were saving yourself to your wedding bed. And here we are. Even your husband is here." I pushed her on the bed, her arms pushing to bed in reflex, which had the added benefit of forcing her to the doggy position. And then, without waiting for her to answer, I pushed into her mercilessly, earning a cry that would be heartrending if I had any mercy.

"No, no, no!" 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 to her husband. Her attempts to escape transformed, her hips swayed back an 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 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.