‘It’s no use…every time it’s like this…so…’ Bright green eyes stared up at the ceiling in a bored daze as she unconsciously moved her hips in a half-hearted attempt to feel something. Above her, was the gasping and wheezing body of her husband, who was thrusting into her body with awkward thrusts that only grew more disjointed as the time rolled by.
His body was practically dripping with perspiration that glinted under the moonlight coming through their bedroom window. Despite not having her glasses, she was close enough to see his face, which was a ruddy red color that clashed unattractively with his fiery red hair.
To think that at one time she had believed it to be one of his cuter traits…
She heard his fingers dig into the pillow at the sides of her head as he suddenly snapped his hips into hers as he climaxed. Waiting patiently, she could feel a bit of his cum leaking out in droplets as he slowly pulled out of her with heavy breaths.
Rolling over, Ron Bilius Weasley collapsed on his side of their bed gasping for air as if he had just run a marathon. Hope Juniper Potter-Weasley only laid there her mind devising the many drills she would be running the new Auror recruits through in the morning. It was only when she heard her husband’s breathing slow as he fell asleep that she turned on her side and looked out the window.
Once again she was left…disappointed, and all the more clue in to the uncomfortable truth that she was coming to accept despite all her efforts.
Pushing herself up off of her back, she looked over at her husband with a disgruntled frown. The dark-haired woman then turned her body so her feet were hovering above the ground. Gently sliding out of the bed in order to not disturb Ron, Hope shivered as her bare feet touched the cold floor. With the flick of her wrist, she summoned her robe hanging on a coat rack to the side and slipped into it. Another flick and a box came hovering out of her personal closet to come to rest in her hand.
At the sight of the box, Hope’s heart raced and her pale body flushed in excitement. Running her hand across the surface of the box, she bit her lip as her thigh rubbed together in anticipation. Moving towards the bathroom that was connected to their room quickly, she glanced back once more to make sure her husband was asleep before stepping in and closing the door with a click.
Locking the door behind her, her green eyes were immediately locked on the box. With dexterous fingers, she quickly opened the box and her breath quickened as she pulled out the thick object inside. Running her tongue across her lips sensually, she ran her finger down the shaft of the dildo that was revealed under the candlelight in the bathroom.
“It’s going to be another long night.” She muttered, moving towards the large marble bathtub situated in the corner of the bathroom.
Sliding into the warm water with a moan, she pressed the button that rested just behind the balls of her toy. A light buzzing sound filled the air, and she rested her back against the side of the tub and shivered at the cold marble. Green eyes watched as the toy hovered in the air in front of her before lowering down beneath the water, causing the buzzing to be muffled.
Plopping down on one of the steps in the tub, she mewls in pleasure as the long shaft slid itself home into her body. Instantly her hands grabbed at the sides of the tub and her hips jolted forward, as the toy began to spin inside her pussy, causing the spiral ridges on the shaft to rub against her clenching walls.
Moaning pitifully, she didn’t bother to control herself as she rocked her hips in sync with the movements of the spinning rod that was drilling into her at slowly rising speeds. Around her, the water also swished back and forth in the tub in response to her hip movements. Suddenly a muffled “whirring” bubbled up from the water and the dark-haired witch threw her head back in a silent scream. Her green eyes darkened further as she brought a hand up to bite her clenched fist.
The level had been automatically lifted up to “2”.
Ripping her free hand away from the edge of the tub, Hope grasped her left breast and played with her nipple. Whimpering she closed her eyes and spread her legs, further as if to make room to accommodate for someone. As the toy hit that “spot” that she longed for with force, she cried out in pleasure. The dildo continued its work while her hazy green eyes stared off into the space in front of her. Dragging her hand from her mouth, she slid it down the flat but toned plane of her stomach down under the water to flick across her clit.
Jerking her hips at the action, a name fell from her lips like a feverish chant.
If anyone were able to hear they would be shocked at what they hear. For it wasn’t the name of her beloved husband, but someone who they never would’ve expected the loving and supportive wife figure to ever utter except for in irritation or contempt.
Leaning back against the wall of the tub, Hope’s whole body stilled as she felt herself being pushed over the edge. And she then let herself go.
“DRACO!” she cried, as her body shook with the force of her orgasm and her hands wildly fondled her breasts. A trail of drool slid down from the corner of her mouth to her chin, as she jerked back and forth. It was at this moment that she allowed everything to come back to her. She remembered it all.
Hope remembered the feeling of his schoolyard rival’s hands, manipulating her body, and moving her every way that he wanted. She remembered his voice that sent delicious chills down her spine with every word that slipped from his silver tongue, so unlike the childish taunting words from their Hogwarts days. And what she remembered the most was the how he ruthlessly took her body, filling her up completely with each and every thrust of his thick dick. The feel of his hot cum filled her to brim and even then spilled out of her pussy, and falling upon the sheets where their first of many trysts took place.
As the descent from her high came, her body only twitched sporadically at the thrusts of the toy spinning round in her quivering core. Sighing with a shiver at the cool air brushing her heated flesh, she allowed herself to slowly be worked back up.
It had become a routine of hers, and something she had begun looking forward to along with other things.
At one point, the Woman-Who-Conquered had been ashamed of her actions. On her wedding day, she had made a vow to always be faithful to her husband, and had upheld that. But she has long since grown from being that starry-eyed young girl, who believed that everything was black and white.
No, Hope loved her husband, but she wasn’t afraid to admit that she had her needs. She has spent most of her life putting others needs before her own, and so now it was only right that she allowed herself to indulge in this small vice.
Dragging her tongue across her lips with a lewd moan, she let lost herself again.
It was no use. She couldn’t get enough…she didn’t ever think she would ever get enough.
Draco Malfoy was the thing her body desired, and this was one battle she didn’t feel like fighting.
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