Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Lovers ❯ May 1st, 1974 ( Chapter 7 )

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May 1st, 1974

 

“Nnh!”

 

“Did he do this to you, Andrea?” Arcturus whispered to the naked woman beneath him as he thrust in and out of her repeatedly, before he moved his mouth to the crook of her neck. “Did he take you, my dear?”

 

“Arcturus—”

 

Arcturus, balancing himself on one arm as he took the other and began playing with Andrea's nipples, fondling her breasts, first the left one, then the right. Andrea moaned and arched against him. “Please—”

 

“Answer me, darling,” he breathed against her wet right nipple as he disengaged himself from her and had her straddle his chest as he reached up lazily with his hand, beginning to touch her, pressing his fingers against her. She arched again against his finger. “Darling.”

 

“Nnh—god, Arcturus—”

 

Arcturus merely grinned at her as he now began using two fingers to open her for him. “Yes, darling?”

 

She responded using the vulgar terms that she often used when they `had sex': “Yes, goddamit, Arc—nnh—he fucked me. He didn't just take me, Arcturus, he fucked me.” She paused to shudder and gasp as she felt him insert a finger into her. “And I fucked him back. I rode him, Arcturus.”

 

“Fuck him!” Arcturus growled out as he inserted another finger, this time shifting so that Andrea's vagina was directly above his face, the first drops of pre-cum already coming from the already damp curls that still had to recover from Andrea's previous climax. “You never rode me before, Andrea.” Then he blew onto her sensitive spot, and his tongue reached out and began licking her. He listened intently to her mewls of pleasure, and noticed that her hands had grasped the headboard, trying to impale herself along his tongue. “God—”

 

Andrea threw her head back as Arcturus' licking began picking up its tempo, and her face flushed and her skin was heated and her breathing was hitched. She could not even speak properly, voice muffled with all of her moans: “Nnh—ooh, mm—Arc—”

 

Arcturus blew against her once more, murmuring against her as he pushed her down on the large bed, pinning her legs underneath his rough, calloused hands as he focused on her womanhood and only her womanhood. “Did you moan for the Dark Lord as you moan for me?”

 

Andrea tried to regain her ability to speak. “The Dark—Lord is not—as—experienced—as you are, Arctur—NNH!”

 

He began licking her once more, not bothering to have her finish whatever she had to say, comparing him to the Dark Lord. By the way that she convulsed, and thrashed against him excitedly, she was very close to—“ARTURUS!” Andrea screamed as the Rosier backed away, letting his lover's juices explode before he bent and began licking at them, every once in a while rubbing his tongue against Andrea, stimulating her.

 

“You taste so sweet, Andrea,” he murmured huskily against her skin as he licked his way up, mouth still containing some of her come; Andrea thought it was fucking sexy the way that her juices dripped down the side of his mouth. “Taste how sweet you are.” And then he captured her mouth in a long, meaningful kiss, Andrea managing somehow to moan as her tongue explored Arcturus' mouth, tasting her juices against the walls of mouth, against his tongue.

 

Then she broke away, “Can I ride you, darling?”

 

“Be my—oh god—” Arcturus never got the chance to finish whatever he was going to say as Andrea pounced on him and impaled herself against him, the only lubricant she was using being the juices that were still exiting her. She bent over him, arms braced on either side of him, as she captured his length within her womanhood. She rose up her buttocks, the tip of Arcturus' cock almost exiting the warmth sheath that she was, before she rammed—hard—into him again, capturing his mouth in a chaste kiss before she repeated her process over and over again. “So—good—” moaned the Rosier you—well, he could no longer be called the Rosier `youth'—Rosier brother as he felt himself straining and arching against his lover. As she impaled herself on him, he met her thrusts; as she was bent low, they exchanged a quick kiss. It was not long until Andrea spilled herself over him, her juices once more exploding onto his stomach, as he filled her with his seed. Andrea groaned as she removed herself of him, and then lifted herself above her lover's face once more, cooing and whispering,

 

“Taste yourself, dear.”

 

And Arcturus did so, running his tongue over her womanhood once more, tasting his distinct taste from her sweetness, and then he waved his hands over them, cleaning their bodies as they lay side by side to each other. He murmured, almost bitterly, “Did you do that to the Dark Lord?”

 

Andrea laughed out loud, and it was a merry laugh that found Arcturus smiling despite of himself. “Darling, you are the only person I would do that to.”

 

Arcturus waved his hand again, and a red rose appeared in Andrea's hand. She smiled, and hugged him, intentionally rubbing his manhood against her vagina, and moaning, before she captured his mouth in a kiss, and slept, wrapped in his arms.

 

She could never have asked for anything more.