CH 67: Chap Name?

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

The expression of panic on her face was simply delicious as I forced her to part her legs, though the word forced implied a strength much above what I had used to push her legs apart.

The gentlest suggestion was enough to create a nice distance between her fishnet covered legs, revealing her skimpy crimson panties, turned transparent in its wetness, meaning it wouldn't be much of a loss when I ripped them off with a sharp tug, revealing a carefully-trimmed picture underneath.

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Her lips parted open, but instead of the answers I had requested, barely-muffled moans spilled out. Luckily, the sound of the movie went a long way to mask that particular noise.

and the rest was handled by the weak ward around — not that she was aware of the last part; hence the mortified expression on her face as she glanced around in a panic.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury of watching her delicious expression, not that the task in front of me was any less fun.

My tongue darted out, beating her nether lips insistently, making her even wetter while sending flares of pleasure into her body.

Considering the situation, I wasn't surprising when she didn't start spilling the secrets of Horcluxes, though I was willing to believe it was less about the sacred trust Dumbledore had for her.

and more about the sense of pleasure dominating her whole being. A pleasure that I could withhold just as easily as a punishment.

But I waited until she was starting to shook with the familiar signs of an orgasm that was about to explode.

Only when she was deep enough that one last push would have toppled her, I slowed down without a warning, just enough to maintain the treatment without reaching for the point of climax.

"You were about to tell me something," I reminded her when I pulled back from the hot prison between her legs.

"Right now!" she murmured incredulously, which I believed was a bit exaggerated.

Considering the rather excessive things we had done in my office deep in the new ministry, it was a ridiculous question, but I was kind enough to grace it with an answer.

"Yes, right now," I answered, though I kept my fingers over her slit, gently stimulating to compensate for the absence of my tongue, just enough to keep her pleasure in the level that impaired her higher mental functions.

"You were talking about breaking a certain immortality ability," I said, prodding her further. As much as it was amusing to force her spill her secrets while she was being publicly molested.

I also wanted her to a point that she couldn't be exactly sure on the extent of the details she had provided me with; so that I could use my meta-knowledge without causing excessive alarm.

While it was tempting to move down to continue enjoying her unique taste, but keeping her pinned under my gaze while I continued to finger her folds was equally enjoyable.

A measure of panic grew in the depths of her chocolate-brown eyes, soon to be replaced by resignation. "The source of his immortality is called Horclux…" she started, words barely above the whisper, but her gasps and moans going a long way to dispel the gloomy weight of the topic.

And just to make the situation even more fun, I hid my face underneath her skirt once more, my tongue dancing around her folds.

every touch challenging her as she went through her theories about the possible locations for the founder items and likely methods of destruction, giving a lot of unintended details in her distracted state…

I kept the treatment until the moans from the movie stopped, replaced by speaking that marked the end of the movie. The next one was about to begin, and with it, Hermione would receive the surprise I had diligently set.

I decided to be merciful and let my tongue to speed up, and her aroma exploded upon my tastebuds, her cries muffled at the last moment, barely suppressed by the music of the end credits.

"I hope you were satisfied with my payment," I murmured as I took my seat back, her expression of ecstasy mixed with fear delicious enough to turn my pants into a merciless prison, which I loosened rapidly.

"I was," she murmured. Her mouth was open, ready to continue, until she noticed that I had used the opportunity to loosen my belt, revealing my erection to her attention, visible even in the relative darkness of the theater.

A smirk was the only response for her panicked look. "Come on, you need to stick to your role, enough the justify the way you dressed." She didn't even bother to argue, and leaned forward to wrap her lips around my girth.

Unfortunately, I had other ideas. I wanted her to have a perfect view of the next movie. My fingers wrapped around her wrist, and a sharp pull later, she found herself on my lap.

her lack of underwear giving me the access I needed to slide inside her, made easier by her wetness.

This time, she failed to muffle her gasp in time, loud enough to overcome the weak notice-me-not charm around us momentarily, earning a few curious looks.

She sent me a begging look, but I ignored in favor of placing my hands on her hips, directly to her skin which pushed her skirt up.

There would be no hiding the fact that we were fucking if someone had been in the same row as us, but the theater wasn't that crowded.

Without an explicit reaction from our surroundings, she elected to keep her arguments obscured.

Soon, the movie started, though she wasn't paying attention much, until the female lead of the movie appeared on the screen.

"Impossible," she gasped in shock, her eyes locked on the screen while I continued to ravage her...

The next few minutes were going to be fun for me, and enlightening for her, particularly on perils of poorly-constructed plans.

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