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The Peacemaker	By : stainedlips Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 25167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Hi, d'Azrael.:-)

~Well, I'm glad you like my smutty writting, Jaelyss. That was my main focus when I began this story. I first started writing this for a regular erotic story site, when the only fanfiction I had read was the G rated stories at the official HP site. I created the Mary Sue because I didn't want to make the characters even more OOC than they already had to be in order to be in an erotic story. So she was basically first created to be the local slut. lol Anyways, I didn't really expect many people who are actively involved in the HP fandom to really like this story much, but decided to post it here anyways once I discovered this site.

~Thanks,..... Just one, maybe two more chapters to go.

Chapter 24: Perfect Betrayal

They were always perfect. Today they were painted a metallic green, with little, silver star bursts extending down from the corners. Diamonds were set in the middle of each star, and when the light hit them just right they would sparkle almost as if a rainbow had been captured in each gem. But most importantly they were long, just like he liked them. He loved it when she would rake those long nails down his flesh, leaving a trail of deep, red lines behind. They were oh so perfect, just like everything else about her.

In contrast to his own portly shaped body, graying, rumpled hair, and dull brown eyes, she was absolutely flawless. Smooth, pale skin, covering her slim, tight body, light, gray eyes flecked with sky blue, and long golden hair that was never out of place. Even as she sat astride him, head thrown back, hips thrusting up and down wildly, her hair was still perfect, not a strand out of place.

Heed hed her perfection. It was what first attracted him to her all those years ago. She was just like he liked his life; flawless, smooth, and in control. Just thinking of the control she held over him was enough to make him moan, his wrists pulling against the leather straps that tied him to the bed, his cock thrusting up into her furiously. He would do anything for her. Give anything to her. In fact he had given everything to her. Well, given everything back to her anyways. If it wasn't for him she would have lost everything she had almost two decades ago.

It had been so tempting. Oh so tempting. He had wanted so bad to let her lose everything, leaving her helpless and poor with a husband rotting away in Azkaban, with no one to turn to but him. He could have played the part of her savior—but then she would have lost a big part of her appeal; the control. No. He liked her like this; liked her exuding her power over him. He liked it when she would tie him up, leaving him completely helpless, and at her mercy. She knew how to play his body to perfection. In the end, that was what had saved her. Most people thought it was the money that did it, and perhaps that did have something to do with it. But the majority of his decision had been due to the way she could make him writhe, moan, and beg for release; just like she was doing now.

Sun colored hair cascaded down over her full, naked breasts, and her nails dug deep, half moon indentions on his chest, sky blue eyes sparkling mischievously down at him as she rode his cock. He thrusted like mad up into her, the pressure in his groin almost becoming too much to bear as the cock ring he wore held his release back.

Green and silver sparkling nails scratched roughly across his chest until she captured his fat nipples between her fingers. A deep moan rose from his throat as she increased the pressure on the brown flesh slowly, squeezing and turning. His moans turned into whimpers and pleas, begging her for release as he felt those nails digging into the flesh of his abused nipples. She only grinned down at him, and squeezed her pussy, tightening her muscles around his overly aroused cock.

It was almost torturous the way she played his body, pushing all the right buttons to engulf him with so much pleasure and tingles of pain that he felt like he could burst. But she wouldn't let him burst. Not yet, anyway. Begging and pleading wasn't enough. No. She wouldn't let him release until he was screaming and his hands were purple from pulling against the leather bonds. She wouldn't let him explode until he was thrashing like a wild animal, and biting his lip until it bled. Oh how she enjoyed torturing him. It was one of the few things she liked about him; the way she could reduce him to nothing, and make him beg her to let him cum. It really was glorious.

Though, everything else about him disgusted her. Sure he had power, but only because it had been given to him. He hadn't taken it himself, and when it was given to him, it was only given to him because someone else had refused to take it. Truth be told, he was a weak man; nothing more than a puppet to her. He was her toy; one that she could twist and mold to suit her will in more ways than one.

He was nothing like her husband, who was overly demanding, just like she herself was. He would never let her do this to him. Which was most likely a smart move on his part since she was not someone that you would call trust worthy. No. Her husband was nothing like the man she was so expertly playing. He was cold, ruthless, and would never, ever submit to her in anyway.

She once asked herself which man she would choose if confronted with a choice. The answer had been completely quick in coming. Neither. She would choose herself. But this wasn't really about choices. No. It was about power and control, and things were beginning to look up for her. Where she had once feared losing everything; her money, her power, her freedom, all of which could only be kept by keeping her husband out of Azkaban, now it was a different story, and if everything went smoothly then she would not only be rid of the horrible wizard who is her husband, but will also be proclaimed a hero, while still holding the reins of the wizarding world.

Absolutely perfect.

The large man beneath her let out a loud, hoarse scream, his breath forced out unevenly, hips thrusting up hard. If it wasn't for the silencing charms placed upon the room she would have been worried that her husband would catch them, even if he was absorbed in his "business" with their son on the other side of their large house. But as it was, they were free to moan, scream, and fuck till their hearts content without having to worry about being interrupted. It was one of the only things she liked about her husband. He seemed to despise her just as much as she hated him, and therefore never worried about or cared about anything she did. As long as she played the part of his perfect wife to the public's eye, then she was free to do as she pleased. It wasn't enough for her though. She was better than just his wife. She was more than his trophy, deserved more, and very soon would be obtaining more. She would no longer be hidden on the sidelines, pulling the strings. She would be the savior for once. She would be the one people would thank.

She let out a ragged breath, and tugged not too gently on the thrashing man's chest hair, causing a loud shrill to be echoed through out the room. He could feel his balls tightening almost painfully. He felt as if his cock was so engorged that it would rupture as he continuously buried it in the witch's tight pussy.

Right when he felt like the pressure of it all would cause hi pas pass out, she whispered those kind, and oh so glorious words.

"Laxo Orbis."

The cock ring instantly loosened around his painfully hard shaft, and the man felt himself being thrown over the edge, his climax rushing through him like a monsoon as he came deep inside the golden haired beauty.

As his body began to relax, the man said a few choice words, and the bonds where instantly gone, allowing him to roughly grab the witch on top of him, pulling her down upon him so that he could invade her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside, wanting to devour her essence.

Just as she felt like he would suck the last breath she had out of her he pulled away to whisper in her ear.

"It's time to prepare, Love. Soon everything we have wanted will be ours."

~TBC~
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