Smutathon Entry 16: Consummation (Secret)
Title: Consummation
Pairing: It’s for you to find out!
A/N: Explicit, frank descriptions. I’ve never written this pairing before though- not in this light at least. :p
Smut:
He would have preferred something else…
She stands next to him, waiting for him to raise her veil. He obliges and looks into her eyes without any real feelings. They say their vows. He kisses her- a dry, forced kiss. A shower of white sparks falls on them, but he feels sick.
He would have preferred to fall in love first.
He sits down on his enormous bed as he thinks about his wedding, which had taken place just hours ago. He remembers how unreal it was; how much he had wanted to run. But he had had no choice.
“I have no interest in her,” he finally tells his father over dinner one night.
“That is not an option” his father replies.
That’s the end of the discussion. He looks at his mother, but she is looking elsewhere. He knows she wants to talk to him, but she can’t. He has to obey his father and get married to the girl of his father’s choice. There’s nothing more to say.
He hears a click. The door to his spacious bathroom opens and his new wife walks out. Her hair is wet. She wears a bathrobe, exposing slender, long legs. She blushes when she catches him staring at them and grabs a set of nightclothes. Then she seats herself next to him on their bed. “I know how you feel.”
“Do you?” He can’t help but stare at the little droplets of water running down her hair and slipping below her robe… caressing her body.
“Yes. You were forced into this.”
“And you weren’t?” he asks her, while wondering what it might be like to fuck her.
“No. I wanted you from the start- since Hogwarts.” Her full, pink lips quiver for a fraction of a second before she stands up to head to the bathroom again.
Is she seducing him? What does she mean by ‘wanting’ him? He watches her walk away to the bathroom and wonders why he is behaving so distant with her. It isn’t her fault that he’s married to her. Why shouldn’t he give her what she wants?
“Wait.” He is at her side before she enters the bathroom with his lips on hers. He tentatively swipes his tongue through the borders of her teeth but she lets him in.
They pull away. Her compelling eyes are on him. “I want it. I don’t care if you don’t love me.”
He leads her to the bed, holding her hand for the first time. If he cannot have someone he loves, he might as well learn to love someone who loves him. And this in his view is the first step.
She slips off her robe to reveal a completely naked, toned, slender body with full breasts. “Your turn.”
He undresses himself quickly. She gives him a secretive smile and lies down on the bed. He joins her and starts to kiss her. Beginning with her forehead, he moves down to her nose, cheeks, and finally her mouth. Next, he reaches her throat and her arms, while she sighs each time.
In the meantime her arms are around him, fingers runningup and down his spine, then forward through his hips… to his chest. She traces them down… lower and lower till he feels a pleasurable jerk on his navel. She moves the finger to his penis, tracing circles, teasing him.
He moans. She smiles and bends over, taking him in her mouth. He sighs at the magic of her tongue, while climaxing contentedly. She gives him a last flick with her tongue and surfaces. “Your turn again.”
Obligingly he kisses her spine and moves to her nape. He traces his lips down her back, onto her hips- kissing and caressing her each time. Then he plunges further and kisses her inner thighs before licking them.
“Oh God,” she whispers as he works his tongue through her. He moves all the way to the damp spot between her legs. She screeches in pleasure. Knowing he has found her special spot, he keeps his tongue there, gently licking her till she quivers all over. Just as she is on the brink of another orgasm, he manoeuvres himself into her.
In, out, in out, in… They moan in unison, both sweating profusely, but moving with each other in rapture... exploding with raw passion. She grips his hair in her hands, groaning loudly. “Draco… Oh Draco… I love you… I love you.”
He just thrusts on, obviously not ready to say the same to her. He has just gotten to explore her physically. There’s still a long way to go. He’ll reciprocate those words the day they turn out to be true- the day that he feels he loves Astoria Malfoy as much as she loves him.
Pairing: It’s for you to find out!
A/N: Explicit, frank descriptions. I’ve never written this pairing before though- not in this light at least. :p
Smut:
He would have preferred something else…
She stands next to him, waiting for him to raise her veil. He obliges and looks into her eyes without any real feelings. They say their vows. He kisses her- a dry, forced kiss. A shower of white sparks falls on them, but he feels sick.
He would have preferred to fall in love first.
He sits down on his enormous bed as he thinks about his wedding, which had taken place just hours ago. He remembers how unreal it was; how much he had wanted to run. But he had had no choice.
“I have no interest in her,” he finally tells his father over dinner one night.
“That is not an option” his father replies.
That’s the end of the discussion. He looks at his mother, but she is looking elsewhere. He knows she wants to talk to him, but she can’t. He has to obey his father and get married to the girl of his father’s choice. There’s nothing more to say.
He hears a click. The door to his spacious bathroom opens and his new wife walks out. Her hair is wet. She wears a bathrobe, exposing slender, long legs. She blushes when she catches him staring at them and grabs a set of nightclothes. Then she seats herself next to him on their bed. “I know how you feel.”
“Do you?” He can’t help but stare at the little droplets of water running down her hair and slipping below her robe… caressing her body.
“Yes. You were forced into this.”
“And you weren’t?” he asks her, while wondering what it might be like to fuck her.
“No. I wanted you from the start- since Hogwarts.” Her full, pink lips quiver for a fraction of a second before she stands up to head to the bathroom again.
Is she seducing him? What does she mean by ‘wanting’ him? He watches her walk away to the bathroom and wonders why he is behaving so distant with her. It isn’t her fault that he’s married to her. Why shouldn’t he give her what she wants?
“Wait.” He is at her side before she enters the bathroom with his lips on hers. He tentatively swipes his tongue through the borders of her teeth but she lets him in.
They pull away. Her compelling eyes are on him. “I want it. I don’t care if you don’t love me.”
He leads her to the bed, holding her hand for the first time. If he cannot have someone he loves, he might as well learn to love someone who loves him. And this in his view is the first step.
She slips off her robe to reveal a completely naked, toned, slender body with full breasts. “Your turn.”
He undresses himself quickly. She gives him a secretive smile and lies down on the bed. He joins her and starts to kiss her. Beginning with her forehead, he moves down to her nose, cheeks, and finally her mouth. Next, he reaches her throat and her arms, while she sighs each time.
In the meantime her arms are around him, fingers runningup and down his spine, then forward through his hips… to his chest. She traces them down… lower and lower till he feels a pleasurable jerk on his navel. She moves the finger to his penis, tracing circles, teasing him.
He moans. She smiles and bends over, taking him in her mouth. He sighs at the magic of her tongue, while climaxing contentedly. She gives him a last flick with her tongue and surfaces. “Your turn again.”
Obligingly he kisses her spine and moves to her nape. He traces his lips down her back, onto her hips- kissing and caressing her each time. Then he plunges further and kisses her inner thighs before licking them.
“Oh God,” she whispers as he works his tongue through her. He moves all the way to the damp spot between her legs. She screeches in pleasure. Knowing he has found her special spot, he keeps his tongue there, gently licking her till she quivers all over. Just as she is on the brink of another orgasm, he manoeuvres himself into her.
In, out, in out, in… They moan in unison, both sweating profusely, but moving with each other in rapture... exploding with raw passion. She grips his hair in her hands, groaning loudly. “Draco… Oh Draco… I love you… I love you.”
He just thrusts on, obviously not ready to say the same to her. He has just gotten to explore her physically. There’s still a long way to go. He’ll reciprocate those words the day they turn out to be true- the day that he feels he loves Astoria Malfoy as much as she loves him.