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The Dove; Distressed	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Her flesh was still sore from when he raped her last time, and she wasn't willing to go through that whole thing again.
'Give your master what he wants.'
"Shut up!" She demanded angrily to the voice out loud.
Scorpius chuckled through a kiss on her cheek. "You may fight yourself, but you won't fight me, Love." He said. "Now I want you to grab my cock and push it inside you." With that statement he took her hand and placed onto him. She felt the tip throb against her in a reaction to her touch. Dove immediately retracted her hand.
"No." He replaced her hand. "Do what I said. Do it now."
'Do it now.' The voice echoed.
Dove's eyes welled. "Please don't make me, Scorp."
He growled unhappily. "Have it your way then!" Scorpius tugged her by the hair, and rammed into her sensitive cunt. She screamed in pain; her hole still not accustomed to such a gesture. It was less painful than the last. She felt more bruising than the stinging she had the night he took her virginity.
"At least your wet this time." He said through a moan. He was enjoying thrusting into her like a savage beast. She screamed at him to stop. Pleaded and even tried fighting him, but he held her firmly in place.
'Just surrender and you'll feel so much better. His cock is perfect. So perfect.'
"It fits just right, Love." He said, nearly echoing her thoughts.
His hands unbuttoned her shirt and her breasts bounced out for him, dancing to his rhythm of movement. When his hands cupped her breasts, a fire of pleasure shocked through her, and it increased as he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers.
"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" He murmured.
'Yes! Yes, you do!'
God, his voice was so sexy! She closed her eyes, smiling to herself, stuck in a time of fantasy. At this moment, nothing was denying her of this. It felt too nice. Even the pain of her sex had seemed to had disappeared in the crimes of her passion.
"Your cunt is sprewing all over me, it's so fucking sweet!" His hands pinched her harder as he was growing near his climax. She moaned, relishing his harsh play.
"You're so hot, Love Dove." He grunted, sounding very much in pain. "So hot." He bit her neck then, causing her to yelp out.
'Kiss him. He wants it!'
With desperation, she found his lips, and neither took any time to savage each others mouths. He tasted like... cherry. That's what she had decided. And she loved it. She loved how his tongue tickled the roof of her mouth, and she loved the feeling of his lips curling in a smile. Almost gloating. Like he had won a game.
Her rational side of mind came back just as he gushed deep into her. He slowly thrusted with small grunts of bliss.
She pulled her lips from him and looked at his spent face. He was smirking. Boasting. She looked away, ashamed to have lost her control. Tears stung her eyes.
"Don't think like that, Love Dove. We're lovers now, you're supposed to lust for me." He then released her legs and she had trouble moving them. They were sore from being in such a position so long.
"Not so fast." He snatched her wrist so she couldn't walk away from him. "I'm not finished yet." He glanced at his still hard cock that shined with wetness. Both from her fluids and his. He pulled her to him and pushed her down onto the sofa, getting on top of her. "You still need to have my son."
"Please, once is enough!" She whimpered.
'Tell that to his cock. It still wants you.'
He ignored her pleas, and brushed his fingers along her leg, making her shudder with apprehension. "You like it." He told her, before spreading her legs.
"I don't want to!" She shouted, grabbing a hold of his own hair and trying to throw him off her.
"Ow!" he spat. "Fuck!"
"How does it feel, you bastard?!"
He summoned his wand, sending her hands above her head with an invisible force, and sticking them in place. "You won't be needing those this time anyway." He sneered. Then he took a nipple of hers into his mouth and bit down hard. Dove screamed from the pain. He rolled it between his teeth to make her scream louder, only when he tasted blood did he stop.
"Now then." He said pleasantly, once her screams had ceased and her chest was heaving up and down from heavy breathing. She knew better than to say anything.
He teased her with his cock, purposely making her excited for him. He slapped it a few times before Dove thrust her hips at him. "Good, little Love Dove." He purred, rubbing his head against her hot, wet surface, stroking it at the same time. His own hole was sticky with need.
'Please tell him!' The voice begged. 'Tell him you're ready!'
She wanted to kiss his grinning lips. Even if they were evil. Those lips belonged to her, and she wanted them to kiss her. To ravish her. To send her into a whole new world. She bucked up at him, moaning; wordlessly pleading him to fuck her.
He chuckled amusingly, before getting himself into position, their bare chests touching and her nipples ached with desire at the feel of him. He then gently, oh, so gently entered into her.
'Yes! That's it. Oh, yes!'
Instantly, her juices flooded around him, inviting his cock with open doors. It didn't hurt her at all this time. Her eyes met his which were locked onto her face. They bore into her with passion. Perhaps even love.
'Touch him.'
Dove frowned in frustration. She wanted to touch him, but her hands were stuck.
"What's wrong, Love?" He asked.
"My hands...Please." she moaned, thrusting against him as their bodies worked as one. A split second later, she felt her hands release, and she spared no time to run her hands along his slightly, hairy chest.
He sent his seed into her a second time, and claimed her mouth with his. They kissed for several minutes before he got up off her.
"Dubsey." He called for the House Elf, standing above his worn out wife.
Dubsey cracked in and bowed. "Sir."
"Get her bath ready. Dinner will be ready in forty five minutes."
"Yes, sir." POP!
"Wash up, Dove." He kissed her forehead before walking out of the lounge.
'Doesn't he have a sexy ass?'
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