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The Lord\'s Whore
By : Queendonia
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
Views: 7908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
- 1
- Title: The Lord's Whore
Pairing: Tom/Pansy, for the tom_loves_pansy LJ community
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling and her Harry Potter universe. Any profits made from this are being donating to the Church of Sexology. Only kidding. There is no such church.
Dedication: For Kaylin and her addictive songs.
Notes: Don't ask me how they got together. Don't ask me how Tom is young. Don't ask me what happened to Draco. Just read.The Lord's Whore
Every time I lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet
-- Three Days Grace, “I Hate Everything About You”
Pansy was sitting on the edge of the balcony in only a long shirt, a wine bottle in hand. She wasn’t drunk, really. She’d only taken two sips, and then decided that Tom needed a better selection of wine. The rest was just for show.
“Pansy, where are you?” he yelled. The door slammed behind him, and there was a slight thud as he threw something to the floor.
She didn’t turn around or answer. Instead, she just listened as he moved around the house, looking for her, yelling at her, his voice indicating he was getting angrier by the minute.
Finally, he spotted her. “What are you doing out here?” he demanded, sliding the glass door shut behind him. “I’ve been calling for you for the past ten minutes. Have you gone deaf, you cow?”
Pansy turned around and glared at him. She hopped of the ledge, her bare feet hitting the cold floor. She raised the wine bottle in a mock toast and then threw it at him.
It smashed against the door.
It would have smashed against Tom’s face if he hadn’t moved.
“Are you drunk?” he snapped, ignoring the mess of glass and liquid on his clean floor.
Pansy looked at him, the way a lioness might look at a hunter who was about to shoot one of her cubs. He was wearing a black cloak, slightly wrinkled. Even his hair, which was usually combed and straight, was messy and dirty tonight.
He had killed someone. Pansy knew.
“Where are you going, Pansy?” Tom demanded, when she made an attempt to sidestep him. “I didn’t give you permission to leave.”
“Permission?” Pansy repeated dangerously. “So it’s true then, what your men say. I’m just the Lord’s whore.”
Tom’s eyebrows rose for a brief second before he smirked. “You belong to me,” he stated.
“I’m not a thing,” Pansy snapped, trying to move past him again.
She would have successfully slid the door open if Tom’s hadn’t been quick enough to grab her waist and pull him towards her.
“You are mine,” he whispered, placing a slight kiss on her forehead. “You are not equal to me.” He kissed her nose. “But you are not my whore.” He kissed her on the mouth.
Pansy responded slightly, but then pulled back. “I’m your release,” she said, a bit sadly. “You think I don’t notice? When killing doesn’t help, there’s me.”
Tom gave her an evil grin, and held her tightly against him. She shivered slightly against his chest. “Guess what, Pansy,” he whispered in her ear, as if he were performing the killing curse, “killing didn’t help tonight.”
Pansy undid the clasp of his cloak, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath he wore a simple shirt and trousers. “I live only for you, My Lord."
Tom grinned at her words, at her harsh tone. He quickly unbuttoned her shirt, pleased that she wore nothing but her knickers under it. “Lie down,” he commanded.
Pansy carefully knelt before him, allowing her skin to adjust to the coldness of the floor before she lay on her back. Tom knelt next to her, eyeing her body fondly.
Tom kissed her again, allowing himself the time to explore. He used one of his hands to roam upon her body, rubbing her stomach, before going up to massage her left breast. Pansy allowed a small moan to escape her mouth, and he smirked at her.
He nipped her bottom lip, then moved down to kiss her collarbone and eventually her right nipple. Pansy arched her back, and gave out a slight cry as Tom gave her a playful bite.
After he moved on to the left breast, he took off his shirt, allowing Pansy to touch his chest briefly. She took some extra time with a scar on his left side, running her finger over it, causing him to shudder.
“I want you to take my trousers off,” he said.
Pansy’s eyes widened. Despite the fact that she had slept with him numerous times already, she’d never really been the one to undress him.
“I’m not asking you to make a complex potion, Pansy,” Tom said, a little irritated.
He grabbed her hands. She marvelled at the way his hands looked big compared to her slender fingers. He placed her fingers at his belt buckle, and gave her another kiss.
Carefully she undid his belt, than the first button and the second, and managed to unzip him. She smiled, pleased that she hadn’t angered him, and gave a slight yelp e sqe squeezed her arse.
“Congratulations,” he mocked.
Pansy glared at him as he got rid of his boxers. “Tell me you want me,” he said, caressing the inside of her thigh, his fingers carefully teasing the edge of her knickers.
Pansy bit her bottom lip. “Make me,” she dared.
“Gladly,” Tom responded. He removed her of her underwear, and ran his finger softly against her skin.
He got on top of her, kissing her mouth roughly, using one hand to squeeze her breast. Then he parted her legs and entered her. Pansy let out a gasp, wrapping her arms around his neck, sinking her nails into his back.
She didn’t care if he scarred. Although it would be funny if she could make one in the shape of a lightning bolt.
Tom had started to move in a slow pace, making sure to take his time, using it to his advantage. He kissed her harder, rubbed her breast harder, got back at her nails by digging his free hand into her waist.
“Tell me you want me,” he repeated, though it sounded muffled from the kiss. He picked up his pace.
Pansy smirked. “I’ve heard Gryffindors are better in bed…” she said casually.
Tom pushed harder and she gave an undignified squeak. “Tell me,” he demanded, his breathing out of pattern.
Pansy squeezed her eyes shut as Tom took another playful bite at her nipple, as he held on tighter to her waist, as he moved with ease inside her.
“Pansy,” he panted.
She was close, but not quite there. She liked tormented him, even like this. The only thing where she could have one up on the great Dark Lord.
“I..” She took a deep breath, tried to stop from passing out from too much touching and feelings and heat. “I want you. Please. Tom.”
Tom smirked. “As the lady wishes,” he said, and picked up his speed.
Pansy’s nails dug deeper into his back. She briefly thought of visiting Greece for the holidays, and then figured that her own heaven was right here. Now. At this moment.
It took only two more seconds before she climaxed, holding onto him like a shipwrecked captain at sea.
A few more seconds and Tom followed, burrowing his head in her hair, kissing her neck, promising her the world if not the universe on a golden platter. - 1
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