CH 65: Broken Weasley

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

he would decide to take an international assignment to Egypt, where he would spend his time exploring the ancient tombs while trying to process the derailment of his life.

a process that would take years if the spells hold as much as I intended.

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{[Now]}

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"I'm about to cum," I whispered into Fleur's ear, who was still busy raining insults against Bill.

"Let's not waste it then," she said as she pulled out with a smooth movement and turned towards me, only for her nether lips to devour my shaft a moment later, and I started spraying inside her.

That moment was enough to trigger a climax, stronger than anything else I had experienced from Fleur, her allure spreading thick as I filled her insides.

She collapsed onto my lap, shivering, barely conscious. I sent a glance towards Bill, whose desperation complete as he watched his wife enthusiastically embracing a different man in the most intimate way possible.

Trusting my other spells to work as intended, I dispelled the ropes around him. He reached for his wand, and after one last shell-shocked glance, he apparated away.

"Shall we visit the bedroom for the main course," I whispered into Fleur's ear, who was too preoccupied with her pleasure to take note of the disappearance of her former husband.

"Yes," she said, but instead of stepping off my lap, she wrapped even tighter around my body, with my manhood still hidden inside her.

It wasn't hard to guess what she had in mind, so after a moment where I caught my breath, which also gave my erection enough time to turn back to life.

Then, I jumped up to my feet, with my slutty angel still on my lap, her legs firmly wrapped around my waist.

My destination, her marriage bed, to defile it even further, marking my conquest complete…

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It took three days for me to leave Fleur, three days that had been filled with almost unbroken marathon of sex, even to sleep, relying on stamina potions and several magics bordering illegal to keep our bodies powered, and even then, I doubted it would have worked if I hadn't been using the power of Elder Wand to power those spells.

Three days of passion, untouched by arousal-enhancing spells or mental tweaks, that regardless that had done more to cement Fleur's loyalty to me and my cause.

including the fact that I was the leak that was supplying the Order with critical information on Death Eater movements; though the last part didn't exactly surprise her since she knew that I was the one that killed Yaxley.

Of course, I was careful in omitting certain critical details, such as the identity of my contact in the order.

or the exact details of the concessions I had extracted in payment for the valuable information I had provided.

I had a feeling that she wouldn't be understanding if she even suspected the similarities between her earlier sacrifices.

Currently, I was walking on a crowded street in Muggle London, the sidewalk crowded by quite a number of ladies.

every single one of them except one -the agent I was supposed to meet- a member of the oldest profession of the world, each dressed more revealing and attention-grabbing than the other…

I ignored their comments and explicit prepositions as I walked towards my target, the one that stood in the corner huddled, her hands clamped around her micro-skirt in an effort to pull it down, but limited by the material, only able to pull it down enough to hide her underwear; her legs, covered with fishnets, free for all to wear.

Who could have guessed that the resident bookworm of the Gryffindor tower would have made such an alluring hooker?

Her top wasn't much better, a deep cleavage going in the middle, revealing the presence of a bright-red bra that hadn't covered much, and even more revealing back.

Though on one side, I could see that her wand was hidden underneath her shirt. It didn't allow quick drawing, unfortunately, that was the only place available to hide her wand.

Since she hadn't noticed me, I chose to slunk to a corner, watching Hermione as she tried to explain to occasional hopeful customer that she wasn't on the market.

trying to convince them that she already had an arrangement with a different customer, but stammering badly while doing that, sending the hopeful man away with disappointed and angry expressions.

I sneaked behind her while she was trying to send away a particularly sticky candidate without much success, her awareness fallen low.

Her awareness lowered, she hadn't noticed my presence until I wrapped my arm around her waist, from the same side she had her wand on, preventing a response from her.

She turned towards me rapidly, but her panic was short-lived as she recognized me despite my changed hair-color and my muggle-style clothing.

"Hey buddy, I was here first," said the man who was trying to convince Hermione to ditch her mystery client, but after a menacing glance from me, he proved that he had a decent sixth sense, and slunk into the shadows without saying anything.

"Hope you didn't wait for long, sweetie," I said even as my grip tightened around her waist, enjoying the way she trembled under my touch.

"Is this the best disguise you could come up with-" she whispered, but before her anger could be flamed, I pressed my lips over hers, cutting her off.

It was the best proof of my rather impressive impact when she hadn't shown even a hint of resistance, melting under my touch obediently, unaware of the lengths I was about to go to enjoy the aforementioned obedience.

She readily took a step back when I pushed her, her back pressing against the chilly surface of the wall while my tongue invaded her mouth, treating myself with the cheery taste of her lips.

When I pulled back, her lipstick was deliciously mussed, and her breathing was out of control.

"Maybe not best, but definitely the most enjoyable one," I answered with a husky whisper while my hand danced on her leg, until it slipped underneath her skirt, enough to confirm her wetness. "And I don't think I'm the only one enjoying it, am I?"

"Let's go," she murmured, electing not to answer, not that she needed to, with her blush invading her face and her wetness covering my fingers. "Where are we going to, a hotel?" she asked, slightly louder.

"Somebody is enthusiastic," I said, my statement punctuated by a slap to her bottom. "But no, we can't risk our ID's triggering a flag, there is no guarantee that they don't have police officers in mind control, who can access these kinds of data, and a fake ID is similarly risky," I explained her with a whisper into her ear.

Once again, it wasn't perfectly logical, but her current situation wasn't the best for efficient thinking.

Luckily, one of the hookers chose that exact moment to interject, muddying her mind even further.

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