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You'll Lie and I'll Believe	By : EloiseAtThePlaza Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters, locations, aspects, etc. I do not make money from this fanfic.

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Scabior looked down at the girl. Her eyes were closed and her face was tucked against her shoulder. He removed his hands from her shorts and grabbed hold of her chin, turning her face toward his. Her eyes opened. He could see the reflection of the campfire dancing in the gray orbs.

"I want you to look at me when I touch you." he said.

He gently stroked the pad of his thumb against her tear stained cheek. He wasn't familiar with woman acting like this. Although most of his sexual encounters started out as non consensual, women quickly warmed to his touch and good looks. But this witch wasn't having it. It was all very confusing.

"Let me go," she whispered, "If you have a heart, please let me go. I'm not ready for this. This is wrong."

"I do 'ave a 'eart, sweetness. It's black and twisted," he took her hand, leading it to his chest, "but feel 'ow it's beating? That's because of you. You excite me. Let me give your body the attention it deserves." he urged, silently willing her to reconsider.

Although he was going to have this girl no matter what, he wanted her to respond to his touch. It was important for a woman's first time to be special. He understood that. He could be gentle and tender when he wanted to be. She really didn't have anything to fear. He was just a man with sexual urges. When he spotted a pretty girl, he had to have her. It was as simple as that.

"I can't feel anything," she said, removing her hand from his chest.

She closed her eyes once more. He decided not to press the issue. They would open as soon as he started to touch the most sensitive places on her body.

"I'm going to touch you now," he explained, reaching out to massage her tense shoulder muscles. He felt her relax after a few minutes. Progress. His hands traveled south to her collarbones, his fingers dancing over the delicate area.

Cora kept her eyes shut tight. She loathed him for being so gentle and deliberate. It was all too easy to relax and let her guard down when he touched and caressed her sore body. His hands were warm and callused. He was an excellent masseur and spent his time working out the knots of her upper arms.

The cold, silver rings adorning his fingers slid across her flesh. She shivered and goose bumps formed along her arms. She held her breath, too nervous and agitated to exhale. No man had ever touched her this way. Although these strange sensations were unwanted, they made her incredibly aware of her own body.

Scabior decided to take a chance and start undressing her. She was subdued and quiet now. Her eyes were still closed but the glow from the campfire illuminated her fluttering eyelids. He knew his hands were working their magic. He lifted the bottom of her t-shirt as he continued to caress her body, his hands lingering on her voluptuous hips.

"So many curves. You 'ave been blessed, Cora," he murmured.

Her anger returned as he said her name. Her eyes flew open and she glowered up at him. "Don't call me by my name. Stop pretending like you're seducing me rather than raping me."

Scabior sighed, continuing to stroke her tense body into submission. "You're going to like it, no matter 'ow 'orrible you think it's going to be. You belong to me now, so you might as well sit back and enjoy this, beautiful."

Cora grunted, trying to push him off. It was useless. He was too heavy and strong.

He pulled her t-shirt up past her chest, observing her lean torso. She punched him in the shoulder and jerked her t-shirt from his grasp. His nostrils flared. She was regaining her spirit and he didn't like it.

He pulled his wand from his holster. "Diffindo," he muttered, the spell easily splitting the t-shirt in half. He reveled in her gasp of outrage.

"There was no need to destroy my shirt!" she complained.

"I'll continue to play nice if you stop resisting me. This is the last time I'm saying it," he warned, his eyes raking over her magnificent cleavage.

Scabior silently praised the Muggle inventor of athletic undergarments. She was wearing some sort of bra. The garment tightly squeezed her breasts together. It was a delectable display of womanly curves.

Cora shut her mouth. Arguing with this man was pointless. Her fate was inevitable. There was no way to escape now. This man wanted her, for whatever twisted reason. She had no other option but to submit. She took a deep, steadying breath and waited for him to make his next move.

Scabior leaned down and burrowed his face in her hair. He took a deep breath and his nose filled with vanilla fragrance. His trousers felt unbearably tight. He wanted her badly, but he knew she would appreciate him taking it slow. He started to kiss and nibble at her neck.

She stilled, horrified and enthralled by the way he was nuzzling her neck. His lips were surprisingly soft. The rough stubble of his facial hair scraped against her pulse point. It hurt, but he quickly covered the raw, red areas with warm kisses.

"Does this please you? This is just the beginning, love. I can show you more. Would you like that?" he whispered into her ear. She didn't nod in agreement, but he took her silence as an answer.

He fondled her breasts through the fabric of the bra before easing the garment up and exposing her bare chest. Her bosom was exquisite; each breast fit perfectly into his corresponding hand.

"Stop!" Cora protested, smacking his hands away.

She attempted to pull her bra back down. He stopped her by twisting and pinching her nipples between the pads of his fingers.

"Not going to 'appen. I can't 'elp meself, Cora."

He replaced his hands with his mouth. Cora let out a sharp, unexpected gasp in response. It was music to his ears.

Without thinking, Cora grasped the back of his head and pulled him closer against her breast. She could hardly breathe from the way he was licking and kissing and…Oh god, why on earth was he sucking those?

He stopped his task and looked up at her face. Her eyes were halfway shut and glazed over. Noticing the way her rosy lips were parted, he couldn't resist having a taste of them as well.

Cora felt his lips press against hers, his tongue willing her mouth to open wide. She bit his lip and he cried out.

He pulled away from her and gingerly licked his bottom lip. Her bite had drawn blood. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her head back.

"You nearly bit my entire mouth off! What are you playing at?"

"Get this over with, please! I'm tired of you talking and kissing and touching me. Just do it!" she snapped.

His eyes went cold. The slight smirk on his face disappeared. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his leather jacket. "Fine. You want it that way, then? Should 'ave told me earlier. It would 'ave saved me a bit of time," he muttered, all of his annoyance and anger returning.

Cora didn't even struggle as he hastily pulled off her shorts and threw them somewhere over his shoulder. She felt like she had signed her own execution papers.

He reached between their bodies and started to unbuckle the studded belt of his trousers. After working his pants down to his knees he stood up, bringing Cora with him. He quickly ripped her panties off and scooped her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He walked forward a few steps and Cora felt her backside slam against a tree trunk. She cried out in pain as the bark scratched her bare back.

Scabior positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the heat radiate from her insides. She was ready. Grabbing hold of her bottom he slowly eased her down onto his manhood.

Cora groaned, her insides stretching to accommodate him. With one swift thrust he was fully embedded inside her. He paused for a moment, her sharp cry of pain disturbing him. This was all her fault. He had failed to properly please her. She was very difficult to read. One minute she wanted him, the next minute she was ordering him to hurry up! What was he supposed to do?

He eased himself out of her warmth until only the tip was left in the soft folds. He carefully slid back in, checking her face for any sign of pain. He slowly repeated this movement several times before her hands wrapped around his neck.

"How does that feel?" he whispered.

"Mmm." Smiling at this reply, he used a bit more force when entering. She shifted her body and her legs tightened around his hips; this caused his cock to hit her cervix.

He gradually picked up the pace, grasping her soft ass in his hands as he pounded into her again and again.

Cora felt an incredible tension building up inside, and whenever he entered her body the intensity grew. She knew he felt something similar because he was gritting his teeth and growling deep in his throat.

Their eyes locked as they both reached their climax. Scabior felt her warmth contract around his member. He didn't want to come until she finished; he had to see Cora's every facial expression and hear every sigh.

Once he felt her body go limp, Scabior thrust inside once more and groaned as he felt his own release. The pleasure was indescribable…their two bodies connected, both dripping in sweat, Cora shivering as spasms wracked her small frame.

He eased out of her body and held her tight as he backed away from the tree. He carefully set her down on the damp earth and lay beside her, his body spooning hers as they reveled in the post-climactic euphoria.

Cora felt so many conflicting emotions at once, but she was too tired and physically spent to dwell on them. His heartbeat pounding against her back lulled her into a deep sleep. Scabior stayed awake for a few more minutes, stroking her ivory skin and breathing in the familiar scent of vanilla.

Earlier that day he had associated the smell with an entirely different witch. Now, all he could think about was Cora. As far as he was concerned, there was no one else.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I'd love your input with this story. How would you like to see the plot line progress? I have a few ideas in mind but I'm always open to suggestions. Just let me know via email or review :)

Chapter title is from "White Houses" by Vanessa Carlton.
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