Chapter 33 - Never Again
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marysuevirusHmm... this was way too much fun to write! I think this might be as close to a la mode as we're going to get ladies! Woohoo for smut!
Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Never Again
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst, Light Bondage
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment.
Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Never Again
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst, Light Bondage
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment.
Azalea flopped down on the bed in the spare bedroom of Alec and Oliver’s place. She was bone tired. Her brain was crammed with more information on Deatheaters and evil schemes than she could digest at the moment. Alec had gone back to their parents’ manor to get her some extra clothes and such, since her decision to stay had been so sudden and she hadn’t brought anything with her. Oliver was downstairs cleaning up from tea. She could hear him down in the kitchen. Part of her wanted to go throw things at him for putting her through all that drama that morning… had it only been that morning? Azalea shook her head slightly. It had been a long day. She was so lost in her own head that she barely heard the quiet knock on the door. “Can I come in?” Oliver peaked around the door.
“It’s your house.” She shrugged. She was still a little upset, and he seemed to sense it.
“I talked to Dumbledore.” He continued to stand in the doorway. “He thinks that having you along would do a good deal to help the Order.” He took one step into the room. “In fact, he told me that if things were still as they are, he was going to ask you to join the Order after graduation anyway. You and a few others.”
Azalea blinked a few times. “Really? Wow…" She smiled, knowing who the others probably were. "That's high praise.” An awkward silence filled the room for a moment. Azalea finally lifted her eyes to his. “So she tackled you?”
“Practically.” He moved further into the room. “She had a good running start too. I didn’t stand a chance.” Azalea couldn’t help but smile, and she almost laughed. As he sat down beside her, she seemed a little more relaxed. He took her hand. “I would never do that to you, Lea.”
She didn’t really answer. She just smiled at him and let him continue to hold her hand. Finally she spoke. “I think…” she blushed a bit. “I think I’ve come up with a way you can prove you trust me… right now.” Her cheeks flushed a little more, and she truly couldn’t believe she was thinking this.
He took her chin and kissed her softly. “Anything, Lea.”
She smiled again, and pulled her wand from her pocket before kissing him again. “Lie down.” He did so, looking slightly worried. She bit her lip and continued to smile. “How attached to this outfit are you?”
“What? I don’t know… I’m not really…” he could not figure out what she was going on about until she muttered softly, Evanesco, and with a sudden light breeze, he was stark naked. Slowly she removed her shirt and pants then, still wearing her lacy black bra and thong, she straddled his hips. Instinct took over and he reached for her. She took his hands, and kept them away from her body.
“Do you trust me?” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, her breasts pressing tantalizingly against his chest.
“Yes.”
She studied his eyes for a moment, looking for any sign that he was lying to her before letting go of his wrists. Before he could touch her, her wand flicked again and with an Incarcerous, thick silky ropes shot forth and bound his hands to the headboard. She sat staring at him for a minute. He didn’t really struggle which truly surprised her. He wasn’t naturally submissive, but he seemed determined to prove to her that he knew she wouldn’t hurt him. And he did believe that, even as angry as she was, she would never really do anything to put him at risk. She could have stopped right there… she was convinced. But part of her was enjoying this too much. She leaned back, bringing the tip of her wand to her lips, considering where exactly she should start. Finally, her smile grew just a little wider. She crawled off the bed, moving slowly, knowing full well that just watching her in her underwear and not being able to touch her would torture him at this point. She closed the door to the room and warded it before returning finally to her original position, sitting on his thighs.
“Now, let’s see…” she sighed slightly as she gave her wand another wave. Instantly, the tip became covered in ice. He gasped as some of the frost the wand was producing fell onto his chest and began to melt. She smiled. “Jumpy already?” She bent forward and licked drops of ice cold water from his skin. She looked at him with a smirk, and the look in her eyes was one he was sure he’d never seen. This was the Slytherin princess. She had all the power, and she was getting off on it. As she sat back up, she trailed her wand along the contours of his muscles, just occasionally bending back down to lick and suck at the spots where the wand had lingered a little longer.
The mixture of sensations was driving him up the wall. He never knew where the wand or the warmth of her mouth would land next, but he didn’t fight it, as much as he wanted to. He knew she’d let him touch her when she was ready, and not a moment before. His eyes closed as her lips rested on one of his nipples. Suddenly the warmth was gone. “Open your eyes.” Her voice was quiet, but forceful. He did as she said. Now there was something else in her eyes, something that, if she’d been right and he didn’t trust her, would have sent a chill through him. She bent forward again, taking his earlobe in her mouth and biting it slightly harder than he expected her to. “Is it so hard to keep your eyes on me?” She purred. Her hips slipped up a little, rubbing against his rock hard erection.
He swallowed hard. “No.”
She smiled again. “Then that’s what you’re going to do.” He nodded, not trusting his voice as she ran her tongue along his neck before returning to her previous position. He couldn’t take his mind of the feeling of her hot sex against his cock. Even through the lace he could tell how much this was turning her on. He let out a frustrated moan as she moved away from him.
He watched as she slowly slipped down his body. With a slow smile she brought her wand back to her lips. “Frustrated?” She waited for an answer.
“Yes.”
She put the tip of her wand into her mouth, sucking the frost that remained there off then running her now icy tongue along the length of his shaft, getting a groan in return. “You want me to let you touch me, don’t you?” before he could answer she let her mouth wander down to his balls.
“Ah, gods, yes.” His body arched up to meet her.
Then something in her voice changed as she sat up again, and her eyes locked on his. “Then tell me, Oliver.”
He didn’t have to think at all to answer. “Lea, I love you, I want you and I swear to you, I trust you with my life.” She moved quickly up his body, claiming his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. With one last flick of her wand, the ropes that held him down disappeared and he wrapped his arms around her. He made quick work of her bra, and she let out a satisfied moan as his mouth and hands traveled over her body. She moved to take off her thong, but he gripped her hips, stopping her from breaking contact. He slipped one hand slowly from her hip down over her thigh and between her legs, taking a moment to rub his fingers over her sex before pulling aside the thin layer of lace that stood between them. Slowly, agonizingly slowly she lowered herself onto him. When just the tip of his cock was in her, she pulled up, letting him slip out, then back down a little further, then back up. He moaned, begging her to let him in until finally, she took all of him in one swift movement. She cried out as he thrust up into her, bottoming out. She set a punishing rhythm, fucking him for everything she was worth. Every muscle froze as her orgasm washed over her. In that moment, he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto the bed, and renewing their usual balance of power.
He kept the same rhythm as she begged him to fuck her harder, faster and deeper. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her until finally, his own climax took over and he collapsed beside her. He pulled her to him and she swung one leg over, straddling him again and resting her head on his chest. She chuckled lightly. “I believe you now.” She looked up at him and saw something that looked like regret in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I ever gave you a reason not to believe me in the first place.” He sighed and hugged her tightly. “Never again, luv. I can promise you that.”
“It’s your house.” She shrugged. She was still a little upset, and he seemed to sense it.
“I talked to Dumbledore.” He continued to stand in the doorway. “He thinks that having you along would do a good deal to help the Order.” He took one step into the room. “In fact, he told me that if things were still as they are, he was going to ask you to join the Order after graduation anyway. You and a few others.”
Azalea blinked a few times. “Really? Wow…" She smiled, knowing who the others probably were. "That's high praise.” An awkward silence filled the room for a moment. Azalea finally lifted her eyes to his. “So she tackled you?”
“Practically.” He moved further into the room. “She had a good running start too. I didn’t stand a chance.” Azalea couldn’t help but smile, and she almost laughed. As he sat down beside her, she seemed a little more relaxed. He took her hand. “I would never do that to you, Lea.”
She didn’t really answer. She just smiled at him and let him continue to hold her hand. Finally she spoke. “I think…” she blushed a bit. “I think I’ve come up with a way you can prove you trust me… right now.” Her cheeks flushed a little more, and she truly couldn’t believe she was thinking this.
He took her chin and kissed her softly. “Anything, Lea.”
She smiled again, and pulled her wand from her pocket before kissing him again. “Lie down.” He did so, looking slightly worried. She bit her lip and continued to smile. “How attached to this outfit are you?”
“What? I don’t know… I’m not really…” he could not figure out what she was going on about until she muttered softly, Evanesco, and with a sudden light breeze, he was stark naked. Slowly she removed her shirt and pants then, still wearing her lacy black bra and thong, she straddled his hips. Instinct took over and he reached for her. She took his hands, and kept them away from her body.
“Do you trust me?” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, her breasts pressing tantalizingly against his chest.
“Yes.”
She studied his eyes for a moment, looking for any sign that he was lying to her before letting go of his wrists. Before he could touch her, her wand flicked again and with an Incarcerous, thick silky ropes shot forth and bound his hands to the headboard. She sat staring at him for a minute. He didn’t really struggle which truly surprised her. He wasn’t naturally submissive, but he seemed determined to prove to her that he knew she wouldn’t hurt him. And he did believe that, even as angry as she was, she would never really do anything to put him at risk. She could have stopped right there… she was convinced. But part of her was enjoying this too much. She leaned back, bringing the tip of her wand to her lips, considering where exactly she should start. Finally, her smile grew just a little wider. She crawled off the bed, moving slowly, knowing full well that just watching her in her underwear and not being able to touch her would torture him at this point. She closed the door to the room and warded it before returning finally to her original position, sitting on his thighs.
“Now, let’s see…” she sighed slightly as she gave her wand another wave. Instantly, the tip became covered in ice. He gasped as some of the frost the wand was producing fell onto his chest and began to melt. She smiled. “Jumpy already?” She bent forward and licked drops of ice cold water from his skin. She looked at him with a smirk, and the look in her eyes was one he was sure he’d never seen. This was the Slytherin princess. She had all the power, and she was getting off on it. As she sat back up, she trailed her wand along the contours of his muscles, just occasionally bending back down to lick and suck at the spots where the wand had lingered a little longer.
The mixture of sensations was driving him up the wall. He never knew where the wand or the warmth of her mouth would land next, but he didn’t fight it, as much as he wanted to. He knew she’d let him touch her when she was ready, and not a moment before. His eyes closed as her lips rested on one of his nipples. Suddenly the warmth was gone. “Open your eyes.” Her voice was quiet, but forceful. He did as she said. Now there was something else in her eyes, something that, if she’d been right and he didn’t trust her, would have sent a chill through him. She bent forward again, taking his earlobe in her mouth and biting it slightly harder than he expected her to. “Is it so hard to keep your eyes on me?” She purred. Her hips slipped up a little, rubbing against his rock hard erection.
He swallowed hard. “No.”
She smiled again. “Then that’s what you’re going to do.” He nodded, not trusting his voice as she ran her tongue along his neck before returning to her previous position. He couldn’t take his mind of the feeling of her hot sex against his cock. Even through the lace he could tell how much this was turning her on. He let out a frustrated moan as she moved away from him.
He watched as she slowly slipped down his body. With a slow smile she brought her wand back to her lips. “Frustrated?” She waited for an answer.
“Yes.”
She put the tip of her wand into her mouth, sucking the frost that remained there off then running her now icy tongue along the length of his shaft, getting a groan in return. “You want me to let you touch me, don’t you?” before he could answer she let her mouth wander down to his balls.
“Ah, gods, yes.” His body arched up to meet her.
Then something in her voice changed as she sat up again, and her eyes locked on his. “Then tell me, Oliver.”
He didn’t have to think at all to answer. “Lea, I love you, I want you and I swear to you, I trust you with my life.” She moved quickly up his body, claiming his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. With one last flick of her wand, the ropes that held him down disappeared and he wrapped his arms around her. He made quick work of her bra, and she let out a satisfied moan as his mouth and hands traveled over her body. She moved to take off her thong, but he gripped her hips, stopping her from breaking contact. He slipped one hand slowly from her hip down over her thigh and between her legs, taking a moment to rub his fingers over her sex before pulling aside the thin layer of lace that stood between them. Slowly, agonizingly slowly she lowered herself onto him. When just the tip of his cock was in her, she pulled up, letting him slip out, then back down a little further, then back up. He moaned, begging her to let him in until finally, she took all of him in one swift movement. She cried out as he thrust up into her, bottoming out. She set a punishing rhythm, fucking him for everything she was worth. Every muscle froze as her orgasm washed over her. In that moment, he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto the bed, and renewing their usual balance of power.
He kept the same rhythm as she begged him to fuck her harder, faster and deeper. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her until finally, his own climax took over and he collapsed beside her. He pulled her to him and she swung one leg over, straddling him again and resting her head on his chest. She chuckled lightly. “I believe you now.” She looked up at him and saw something that looked like regret in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I ever gave you a reason not to believe me in the first place.” He sighed and hugged her tightly. “Never again, luv. I can promise you that.”
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