CH 17: BombShell Fluer

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

The spark of anger returned to her face. I was glad to see the desire to fight bright in her eyes, it would make only tastier when I broke her to my tastes. "Of course," she said between her clenched teeth.

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"Good, then why don't you have some refreshment before we start. You are going to need it." She looked like she was about to reject, so I added. "I insist."

A resigned expression appeared on her face and she walked towards the small cocktail table with the refreshments on, an action she would never do without the debacle with her sister. Still, I could see her discreetly drawing her wand and testing the food. A good idea, I approved, but not paranoid enough. I made sure to keep everything on the table clean, this time dosing both my lips and my cock, not to mention a small capsule in my mouth, filled with lust potion. "Thank you," she mumbled as she nibbled on some of the lighter side dishes, just enough to be not to be completely rude. Then, she left the table, and sat next to me.

I chuckled at her limited act of defiance, then patted my lap, wordlessly calling her towards me. She continued to sit, then I quirked my eyebrow. She looked hesitant, so I patted my lap once more. This time, she stood up, and walked towards me in hesitant steps. But then, she just stood, showing no intention of sitting. So, I grabbed her arm and pulled her onto my lap, directly onto my erection.

Her mouth opened in protest, an opportunity I would loathe to miss. So, I leaned and captured her lips in an aggressive embrace. I could feel her freezing in shock, not that it created any kind of impediment for me. I continued my kiss until she tried to pull back, and only then I placed my hand on her neck, keeping her in place. She started struggling, and I pushed the capsule between my teeth, breaking it through the pressure. Then, I pushed my tongue, covered with the potion from the capsule, into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around mine, trying to push back. It didn't work as she hoped, instead mixing the potion with her saliva throughly.

I allowed her to pull back after making sure the potion was already in her system. "What the hell was that," Fleur exclaimed.

"Well, Mrs. Weasley. You were being a bit slow, so I decided to help you to get in the mood. But if you are enthusiastic about the next step, I'm happy to accommodate." I didn't wait for her response to reaching my zipper. My hand sneaked under her leg, and a tug later, my cock hung out, pressing her crotch, though impact reduced due to thick clothing she wore. She jerked away like she was burnt, though I was satisfied to see her gaze lingering over my cock, especially since the potion was yet to take its effect. "You can go for refreshments again if you are not comfortable starting right away," I said.

Of course, I had more important reasons than altruism in giving her time to cool herself. First, any drink she had would allow most of the potion to seep into her bloodstream. More importantly, it would give the potion enough time to affect her. I intentionally kept my cock out of my pants as she sampled several food and drinks. It was subject to several fleeting glances from her, though I was happy to notice the duration of those gazes lengthened with every passing minute.

"Are you ready to start, or should I come there to assist you?" I asked, earning another deep blush coupled with an angry glare. Nevertheless, she walked towards me until she was just a foot away from me, then she slowly lowered herself to her knees. If I was a virgin, the angry glare she sent to me -covered by a layer of arousal triggered by the generous application of chemicals- would be enough to trigger a premature release for me. Unluckily for her, I wasn't one, so she had a long job ahead of her.

Her gaze was lowered after one last piercing gaze trying to pin me on the wall. I could see her breaths becoming shallower despite her best efforts to keep it even, or failing that, hidden. For a moment, a melancholy hit her, and she looked like she was about to beg for freedom, but I moved my hand, a subtle reminder about my willingness to take the lead if she dallied much longer. Resignation popped back to her face, and she leaned forward.

A gasp escaped my mouth as soon as her lips touched my shaft. The feeling of her lips was a touch hotter than normal, a biological factor assisted by her unique Veela heritage. She slid her head down until barely a third of my cock was inside her mouth, then she pulled back, only to push down a moment later. Her movements were mechanical, lacking a spirit of arousal. I was tempted to grab her head in an iron grip, and fuck her throat until it was too sore to eat. But I held back my hand. I was curious about the effects of the latest potion. Technically, even the three potions I had used on her shouldn't have enough effect to shift her attitude from frigid to arousal, even accounting for the vulnerability of her Veela Heritage. Of course, things were different if I managed to trigger a bit of arousal in her potionless state. Given a fertile bed to grow, the potions' effectiveness would be much higher.

A few minutes had been enough to show my hope was not in vain. Her movements soon lost their mechanic characteristics as her movements quickened just a bit. She started to go deeper, not enough to truly satisfy me, but enough make me hopeful about the rest of the night. Soon, I could hear her purring in pleasure, low enough to be barely heard, but there nevertheless.

I put my hand on her head. She stiffened for a moment, but I made sure to not to put any pressure on it, and she returned to her task while I caressed her hair. She stiffened once again when I slid my hand to her cheek, but this time, the duration of it was much shorter. And when I was in her neck, the pause was almost unnoticeable. She must have realized my intention of slowly escalating, because she suddenly quickened, pushing deep enough to devour half of my cock. It was unfortunate for her that I took a potion that would delay my orgasm significantly while not reducing the pleasure I received from her attention. She had a long task ahead of her.

Much to my surprise, she suddenly stood up and removed her robe before returning to the task at hand, all while avoiding any eye contact. The appearance of the high-necked blouse and loose trousers was a bit disheartening, they were something that would be more appropriate for a grandmother with an excess amount of grandchildren, not on a bombshell like Fleur. Still, I made sure not to comment on it, busying myself with gently caressing her neck.

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