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Blaise's Changes
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Chapter 5
Blaise’s Changes
Blaise was walking around the manor, hoping that something would come to him, some sort of idea. He had listened to Malfoy throughout lunch and dinner and heard him explain how it was better for a woman to want it. The problem was that he had been torturing the youngest Weasley for so long that he wasn’t sure if she would know the difference between pain and pleasure. And he didn’t want to admit that Malfoy—of all people—was right.
He had chosen Ginny, wanted Ginny, when they had started the raids. He had had the biggest crush on her for years but when it came down to what he would do to convince her, he went with torture instead of what he should have done.
He should have told her from the beginning that he was in love with her.
Now she would never believe him.
“Draco, stop!” a voice called from down the hall. It was Granger’s voice. Maybe, Blaise thought with a smirk, maybe Malfoy did torture her and then threaten to do more if she didn’t act like she enjoyed being with him. Blaise walked to the door and opened it just a sliver.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
“Draco,” Hermione whined. She pulled on the invisible restraints that were fastening her to the ceiling.
“You’re so wet,” Draco said as he hit the whip against her back again. He could see the juices dripping from her wet cunt, smearing down her inner thighs. He wanted nothing more than to lap them all up but he wanted to make her beg first. “What do you want?” he asked, slashing the Cat of Nine Tails against her again. The glass tore into her skin and there was blood seeping from the straight wounds, but Draco knew she liked the pain. “What do you want?” he asked again when she didn’t answer, hitting the whip again.
“You, damn it! I want you!” Hermione screamed as the whip tore her back again.
“Be more specific, Hermione,” Draco said, letting the whip fall to the ground and moving to her back, running a thumb through the blood and taking a taste. “You have to tell me *exactly* what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me. I want it hard and uncontrolled,” she said and then screamed again in surprise as Draco pushed three of his fingers into her cunt from behind her.
“You want me to fuck you, Granger?” he asked, moving his fingers in a fast—frantic almost—rhythm. He pulled his fingers out of her and moved to stand in from of her. Hermione moaned at the emptiness and then looked up at him inspecting his fingers, sniffing them before licking them tentatively. He looked up at her moan. “Do you want to taste yourself?” he asked.
Hermione moaned again. He was so incredibly sexy, licking his fingers in long, cat-like strokes, standing in front of her nearly naked, only in his boxers that were stained in the front with his arousal for her. “Yes,” she sighed. He moved his fingers softly across her full lips.
Draco then pulled his wand out of the waistband of his boxers and released Hermione from her bindings. He pushed her onto her knees on the floor and Hermione immediately moved his boxers down his legs. It had been so long since she had tasted him. She pushed the boxers down and looked back to his cock. She tentatively licked the tip, just to get the taste that she missed. After the first lick she was done for and took him into her mouth, eagerly devouring him.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Blaise grunted softly as he came in his pants. His hand stroked the remaining seed out of his cock as he slowly regained the ability to think. The first word that came to his mind was ‘Damn!’
Damn, he wished that he could have something with that sort of perverse wickedness with Ginny. He knew now what he had to do and walked away from the erotic couple—after cleaning himself of the mess he had made—to his wife.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
“Stop,” Draco ordered as Hermione came close to bringing him to orgasm. Hermione’s right hand was fingering his balls, her other hand was tracing circles on his thigh and she was deep-throating him. “Stop,” he said again. He didn’t want to cum before he was deep inside his girl.
Hermione slowly licked him clean of her saliva and sat on her feet. “Yes, master,” she said with a smile.
“Get up,” he said and she stood. He smirked. “You’re so good at following directions.” Hermione just gave him a wicked smile. “Go lay on the bed,” he said. “And get yourself ready.”
Hermione got up and walked quickly to the bed and lay down, making herself comfortable on the pillows before snaking a hand down to her sopping pussy and immediately shoving two fingers—seeming so inadequate to the three that Draco had just had in her—into herself. Her other hand moved to fondle a breast. Her thumb was running lazy circles around her clit.
Hermione threw her head back at the sensations and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above her. She found it even more erotic touching herself and being able to watch it.
Draco was standing at the end of the bed, in perfect view of her touching herself, thrusting now three fingers into her cunt, playing with her clit as if her life depended on it.
“Cum for me,” he said. “Cum and I’ll fuck you like there’s no tomorrow,” he said softly and heard Hermione moan as she moved her fingers faster. He knew that all it was going to take was one swipe over that hard nub before she fell over the edge but she was deliberately holding it off. “Cum, Hermione, I want to fuck you so bad,” he said and saw her open her eyes and catch his before throwing her head back in a silent scream, signalling that she had finger-fucked herself to orgasm.
Draco moved across the bed and thrust into her convulsing pussy while she was still in the throes of orgasm, contracting around his cock, making the most wonderful sensations. He held himself still until she looked into his eyes and smiled. “I’m going to fuck you good, Hermione,” he said and he began thrusting at a fast pace—just as she had asked for—“All night, Hermione,” he added.
“I hope so,” Hermione moaned, threading her hands into his hair and pulling his face to hers.
He kept his promise.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
“Weasley! Wake up!” Blaise shouted.
Ginny buried her head in the covers knowing that now he was going to use Crucio on her and then rape her anyway.
“Please wake up,” he said and it was the tone of his voice that made Ginny roll over and look into his eyes.
“What?” she asked softly.
“I’m going to try something and you have to be fully conscious for it to work.”
Ginny didn’t like the sound of that, he was going to torture her, no doubt, he just wanted her to be fully awake so she could scream. What she didn’t expect was his to slowly lift the covers up and slide under them next to her. Did he not just say that they were going to try something?
He quickly rolled over and lay atop her but immediately put his weight on his hands. “If this doesn’t work the way I want then we’ll never do it again, so don’t get used to it,” he said. He moved down Ginny’s body a little and then looked uncertainly into her eyes before licking her nipple tentatively.
Ginny had no idea what he was doing, but he slowly became more adventurous and not only licked her tit but sucked on it as well before moving to the other and emulating the actions. Ginny didn’t know why he was doing this but it felt—good. A moan almost escaped her lips at the feel of his wet heat surrounding her hardening nipples.
He moved from her breasts and then worked his lips lower and lower until coming in contact with the centre of her body. He blew a cold stream of air over her folds and Ginny unconsciously lifted her hips and let the moan pass her lips. If he knew she liked it, then he would stop and she didn’t want that to happen yet.
But he continued. He ran his tongue through her pussy, which was getting damper by the minute and not just from his tongue. Slowly Blaise circled his tongue around her clit before stiffening it suddenly and pushing it inside her. Ginny moaned loudly. She didn’t want to give into this, she couldn’t. Why did it have to feel so good? Her hands were gripping the sheets on the bed tight.
“That’s it,” Blaise said, moving his tongue through her lips again and gently nipped her clit.
Ginny exploded. She felt as if every molecule of her body had been blown apart and she was surprised minutes later that she was still breathing. She thought that that was the end. That must be what death feels like. “What…was that?” Ginny asked breathlessly.
“That was an orgasm,” he said and then slowly moved up her body again, smearing her release all over her with his lips until finally he reached her mouth. He hesitated before kissing her. He had never, ever kissed her before.
When Ginny moaned into his mouth when his tongue took possession of it, he thrust into her. She broke the kiss and gasped. Blaise thought for a moment that he had hurt her—something that he didn’t want to do tonight—but then saw the hint of a smile on her lips.
Blaise was in heaven or any other cliché you want to use. Draco had been right, gods, it felt so much better when she was properly wet before you fucked her. Blaise began thrusting softly, slowly and when they both shattered into oblivion, Ginny lay panting, her face red and sweaty. “I never…knew it could…be like that,” she said finally.
Blaise looked over at her, also breathing heavily. “Me…neither.” He took a deep breath. “Did you like it?” he asked.
Ginny looked worriedly at him for a moment. “If I say yes…will we stop?” she asked.
“No,” he smiled.
“Then yes,” she said. “I enjoyed it…very much.”
Blaise smirked that wicked Slytherin smirk. “Do you want…to do it again?”
Ginny rolled over on top of him. “Yes,” she said and bent her head to kiss him.
A/N: Okay, I need some help, what do you guys want to see happen next, because I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ve got. Just throw something out there for me, please.
Temptress~
Chapter 5
Blaise’s Changes
Blaise was walking around the manor, hoping that something would come to him, some sort of idea. He had listened to Malfoy throughout lunch and dinner and heard him explain how it was better for a woman to want it. The problem was that he had been torturing the youngest Weasley for so long that he wasn’t sure if she would know the difference between pain and pleasure. And he didn’t want to admit that Malfoy—of all people—was right.
He had chosen Ginny, wanted Ginny, when they had started the raids. He had had the biggest crush on her for years but when it came down to what he would do to convince her, he went with torture instead of what he should have done.
He should have told her from the beginning that he was in love with her.
Now she would never believe him.
“Draco, stop!” a voice called from down the hall. It was Granger’s voice. Maybe, Blaise thought with a smirk, maybe Malfoy did torture her and then threaten to do more if she didn’t act like she enjoyed being with him. Blaise walked to the door and opened it just a sliver.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
“Draco,” Hermione whined. She pulled on the invisible restraints that were fastening her to the ceiling.
“You’re so wet,” Draco said as he hit the whip against her back again. He could see the juices dripping from her wet cunt, smearing down her inner thighs. He wanted nothing more than to lap them all up but he wanted to make her beg first. “What do you want?” he asked, slashing the Cat of Nine Tails against her again. The glass tore into her skin and there was blood seeping from the straight wounds, but Draco knew she liked the pain. “What do you want?” he asked again when she didn’t answer, hitting the whip again.
“You, damn it! I want you!” Hermione screamed as the whip tore her back again.
“Be more specific, Hermione,” Draco said, letting the whip fall to the ground and moving to her back, running a thumb through the blood and taking a taste. “You have to tell me *exactly* what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me. I want it hard and uncontrolled,” she said and then screamed again in surprise as Draco pushed three of his fingers into her cunt from behind her.
“You want me to fuck you, Granger?” he asked, moving his fingers in a fast—frantic almost—rhythm. He pulled his fingers out of her and moved to stand in from of her. Hermione moaned at the emptiness and then looked up at him inspecting his fingers, sniffing them before licking them tentatively. He looked up at her moan. “Do you want to taste yourself?” he asked.
Hermione moaned again. He was so incredibly sexy, licking his fingers in long, cat-like strokes, standing in front of her nearly naked, only in his boxers that were stained in the front with his arousal for her. “Yes,” she sighed. He moved his fingers softly across her full lips.
Draco then pulled his wand out of the waistband of his boxers and released Hermione from her bindings. He pushed her onto her knees on the floor and Hermione immediately moved his boxers down his legs. It had been so long since she had tasted him. She pushed the boxers down and looked back to his cock. She tentatively licked the tip, just to get the taste that she missed. After the first lick she was done for and took him into her mouth, eagerly devouring him.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Blaise grunted softly as he came in his pants. His hand stroked the remaining seed out of his cock as he slowly regained the ability to think. The first word that came to his mind was ‘Damn!’
Damn, he wished that he could have something with that sort of perverse wickedness with Ginny. He knew now what he had to do and walked away from the erotic couple—after cleaning himself of the mess he had made—to his wife.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
“Stop,” Draco ordered as Hermione came close to bringing him to orgasm. Hermione’s right hand was fingering his balls, her other hand was tracing circles on his thigh and she was deep-throating him. “Stop,” he said again. He didn’t want to cum before he was deep inside his girl.
Hermione slowly licked him clean of her saliva and sat on her feet. “Yes, master,” she said with a smile.
“Get up,” he said and she stood. He smirked. “You’re so good at following directions.” Hermione just gave him a wicked smile. “Go lay on the bed,” he said. “And get yourself ready.”
Hermione got up and walked quickly to the bed and lay down, making herself comfortable on the pillows before snaking a hand down to her sopping pussy and immediately shoving two fingers—seeming so inadequate to the three that Draco had just had in her—into herself. Her other hand moved to fondle a breast. Her thumb was running lazy circles around her clit.
Hermione threw her head back at the sensations and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above her. She found it even more erotic touching herself and being able to watch it.
Draco was standing at the end of the bed, in perfect view of her touching herself, thrusting now three fingers into her cunt, playing with her clit as if her life depended on it.
“Cum for me,” he said. “Cum and I’ll fuck you like there’s no tomorrow,” he said softly and heard Hermione moan as she moved her fingers faster. He knew that all it was going to take was one swipe over that hard nub before she fell over the edge but she was deliberately holding it off. “Cum, Hermione, I want to fuck you so bad,” he said and saw her open her eyes and catch his before throwing her head back in a silent scream, signalling that she had finger-fucked herself to orgasm.
Draco moved across the bed and thrust into her convulsing pussy while she was still in the throes of orgasm, contracting around his cock, making the most wonderful sensations. He held himself still until she looked into his eyes and smiled. “I’m going to fuck you good, Hermione,” he said and he began thrusting at a fast pace—just as she had asked for—“All night, Hermione,” he added.
“I hope so,” Hermione moaned, threading her hands into his hair and pulling his face to hers.
He kept his promise.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
“Weasley! Wake up!” Blaise shouted.
Ginny buried her head in the covers knowing that now he was going to use Crucio on her and then rape her anyway.
“Please wake up,” he said and it was the tone of his voice that made Ginny roll over and look into his eyes.
“What?” she asked softly.
“I’m going to try something and you have to be fully conscious for it to work.”
Ginny didn’t like the sound of that, he was going to torture her, no doubt, he just wanted her to be fully awake so she could scream. What she didn’t expect was his to slowly lift the covers up and slide under them next to her. Did he not just say that they were going to try something?
He quickly rolled over and lay atop her but immediately put his weight on his hands. “If this doesn’t work the way I want then we’ll never do it again, so don’t get used to it,” he said. He moved down Ginny’s body a little and then looked uncertainly into her eyes before licking her nipple tentatively.
Ginny had no idea what he was doing, but he slowly became more adventurous and not only licked her tit but sucked on it as well before moving to the other and emulating the actions. Ginny didn’t know why he was doing this but it felt—good. A moan almost escaped her lips at the feel of his wet heat surrounding her hardening nipples.
He moved from her breasts and then worked his lips lower and lower until coming in contact with the centre of her body. He blew a cold stream of air over her folds and Ginny unconsciously lifted her hips and let the moan pass her lips. If he knew she liked it, then he would stop and she didn’t want that to happen yet.
But he continued. He ran his tongue through her pussy, which was getting damper by the minute and not just from his tongue. Slowly Blaise circled his tongue around her clit before stiffening it suddenly and pushing it inside her. Ginny moaned loudly. She didn’t want to give into this, she couldn’t. Why did it have to feel so good? Her hands were gripping the sheets on the bed tight.
“That’s it,” Blaise said, moving his tongue through her lips again and gently nipped her clit.
Ginny exploded. She felt as if every molecule of her body had been blown apart and she was surprised minutes later that she was still breathing. She thought that that was the end. That must be what death feels like. “What…was that?” Ginny asked breathlessly.
“That was an orgasm,” he said and then slowly moved up her body again, smearing her release all over her with his lips until finally he reached her mouth. He hesitated before kissing her. He had never, ever kissed her before.
When Ginny moaned into his mouth when his tongue took possession of it, he thrust into her. She broke the kiss and gasped. Blaise thought for a moment that he had hurt her—something that he didn’t want to do tonight—but then saw the hint of a smile on her lips.
Blaise was in heaven or any other cliché you want to use. Draco had been right, gods, it felt so much better when she was properly wet before you fucked her. Blaise began thrusting softly, slowly and when they both shattered into oblivion, Ginny lay panting, her face red and sweaty. “I never…knew it could…be like that,” she said finally.
Blaise looked over at her, also breathing heavily. “Me…neither.” He took a deep breath. “Did you like it?” he asked.
Ginny looked worriedly at him for a moment. “If I say yes…will we stop?” she asked.
“No,” he smiled.
“Then yes,” she said. “I enjoyed it…very much.”
Blaise smirked that wicked Slytherin smirk. “Do you want…to do it again?”
Ginny rolled over on top of him. “Yes,” she said and bent her head to kiss him.
A/N: Okay, I need some help, what do you guys want to see happen next, because I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ve got. Just throw something out there for me, please.
Temptress~