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The key burned a hole in her dress pocket. He'd been gone for nearly an hour by the time she finally slipped away.
"Off to the loo," she told the girls, Daphne just smiled knowingly. "Enjoy yourself, darling," Daphne said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "While you still can."
The pub was attached to the sort of wizarding inn that boasted the same clientele and the same desperate need for renovation as the bar below. Astoria half expected to see cockroaches scattering as she made her way down the dimly lit hallway towards room four.
She paused outside and listened for — what? Snoring? Another woman's voice? She didn't know. All she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears and the rattling of pipes somewhere deeper in the building.
The key shook in her hand as she slipped it into the lock. Her mouth was dry; her shoulders tense. She turned the knob and let herself inside.
The room was lit with a soft warm glow, and he was stretched out on the bed flipping through a book.
"Hello, princess. I was beginning to wonder if you had enough to drink." He tossed the book aside and let his gaze travel over her from head to toe, lingering at the hem of her skirt. "Didn't think you'd come up sober."
Astoria shut the door and leaned against it. "Maybe I wanted to remember."
"Yeah?" He sat up, giving a low chuckle. "I like the sound of that." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, beckoning her with a lazy curl of his fingers. "Come here. Let me help you remember."
Astoria's hand stayed on the doorknob. She could still turn it, bolt. But something had been set loose in her tonight, something she'd never felt before. She took one shaky step, and then another.
When she was within reach, he reached out and snagged her wrist in a harsh grip yanking her towards him. “Do you remember what I said I would do to a prissy little thing like you?“
He pulled her roughly into his lap, positioning her legs on either side of his. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.
He tugged her skirt up over her hips and slipped his hands beneath it, gripping her bare arse. "Still wet for me, is it?"
Astoria shivered and moved against him. Her body was traitorous, shameless. She could feel him hardening under her, could feel herself growing damp again despite her vows to put up a fight this time.
"I didn’t say you could have it that easy," she panted.
"No," he admitted, tightening his grip. "But you will when I break in your tight little cunt." His hand came down on her arse with a sharp crack. “I’m going to do exactly what I said I would downstairs, and then some.”
Astoria bit back an unladylike moan. "Bastard," she hissed, hating the way her hips betrayed her and moved with a will of their own.
"Yeah," he said, his hand smoothing over the place where he'd spanked her. "That's about right. You ever been fucked like a bastard?" He spanked her again, harder this time. Astoria cried out this time, her tongue tangling with a curse. She had never been touched this way, never even imagined it. How had she made it this long without knowing she wanted it?
“Oh, that’s right. You’ve never been fucked have you.“ Another sharp spank landed on her arse. Her mind fought and her body succumbed, and he was laughing low in his throat, a rumbling sound of triumph.
Her back arched as she pushed against him, and he caught her mouth with his, slanting his lips roughly over hers, thrusting his tongue inside. Her head swam. She was drowning in the heat of his mouth, in the heat of him.
She pulled back, panting. "You’re a brute." His hand came down again and she whimpered.
“What did I say about sassy Pureblood mouths? “ He yanked her off his lap and stood her in front of him. He tapped her dress and it vanished, leaving her in just her garter belt, stockings and heels.
Astoria shivered under the weight of his stare. Her breath hitched as he reached out and traced the edge of her suspender belt with one finger. "I meant it when I said I liked the stockings. I think we'll leave them right where they are, along with those slutty little shoes."
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you just going to leave all those filthy clothes on?"
He gave her a slow, dangerous grin. "I seem to recall you getting pretty worked up over these filthy clothes, princess. You sure you want them off?"
"Yes," she demanded, and a moment later, they were gone.
Astoria drew in a breath. He was all long limbs and corded muscle and, like a true Weasley, freckles. She felt small and pale. She had never seen a man so rough hewn. So big.
He fisted his cock, and her eyes followed the movement. “Come and put that prissy little mouth to use. On your knees Princess“
Astoria stared at him defiant, but her legs buckled at the command. She sank to her knees between his, the coarse carpet scratching her skin. He loomed over her, one hand wrapped around his rigid cock, the other twisting in her hair.
She hesitated and then took him in her hand, fingers too refined to be doing what they were doing. He let out a growl of approval. She licked her lips and leaned in, flicking her tongue over the head and tasting the bead of moisture there.
The brute groaned, hands tangling further into her hair, tugging her forward. "Suck it," he said, a command. Astoria hesitated, she had never done this before.
Her hesitation only seemed to spur him on. He yanked her hair, bringing her mouth over the tip of his cock. "Get to work, princess."
She opened her mouth, took him in, tasted salt and skin. She moved her tongue, and he swore under his breath, pushing her head closer, deeper.
Her lips closed around him, and she drew back, swirling her tongue as she went. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair, felt him shudder, felt an unexpected thrill at the power she had over him, even there on her knees.
"Yeah," he groaned, his voice rough. "Just like that. Deeper." She took him deeper, and he growled, a long, low sound of pleasure, of possession. He thrust his hips, and she gagged, pulled back, but he wouldn't let her off so easy.
"Take it, Princess. Whole thing."
"Stop calling me that," she said, her voice coming out a little strangled with her mouth full of cock. He laughed, a breathless, feral sound, and shoved her face down again.
She tried. She tried to take him all the way, but he was too thick, too long. Her jaw ached and she could barely breathe and he was groaning, groaning, and then he pulled her off by the hair. She panted for a moment before he pushed her down again, guiding her mouth over his cock and thrusting up at the same time.
She gagged as the head of his cock hit the back of his throat, and she pushed at his thighs and he held her there thrusting shallowly into her mouth.
His grip loosened and she pulled off, gasping for breath.
The brute yanked her head back by the hair, tweaking a nipple with his free hand. "You need more practice. When I have more time, I'll give it to you." His breathing was ragged. "But right now, I want to see if your cunt's as tight as your mouth."
He pulled her up and roughly dragged her onto the bed, flipping her on her back. Her legs spread, she felt more exposed with just the garter belt and stockings on than if she had nothing on at all.
Astoria's breath hitched as he ran his fingers over her wet folds, up and down, holding her open for him. "Fucking hell," he muttered, his blue eyes dark and hot. "You're dripping."
"Don't flatter yourself," she managed, her voice shaking. "You just caught me by surprise."
"Surprise, huh?" His fingers circled her entrance, and she tried not to writhe. "Think you'll be surprised at how deep I go?"
"I think you're all talk," she said, but it came out more like a gasp than a taunt. He sunk two fingers in, hard, and she arched off the bed. There was a burning stretching sensation and her body worked to accommodate the intrusion.
He thrust them into her, and her head rolled back, and she was still trying to recover when he slipped a third finger in, stretching her, stretching her more than she thought she could take.
The brute's grin was as feral as his laugh. "All talk, huh? How's this for talk?" He added a fourth finger, and she cried out, caught between pleasure and pain, and he kept moving, thrusting into her, until the stretch gave way to something else, something more.
Astoria bucked against his hand, and her body hummed and her skin was too tight and she was about to shatter when he pulled his fingers out and left her empty, writhing.
"Ready for me, princess?"
"Don't— don't call me—" She broke of in a high pitched moan as he twisted one of her nipples rolling it between two massive fingers.
He lined up his cock at her entrance, and then—
He didn't thrust. He didn't take her. He didn't fill her the way she needed him to fill her. Not yet. He teased her, rubbing the head of his cock over her, up and down, sliding it over her clit.
Astoria was panting, the build up so intense, so much, she couldn't stand it. She'd never felt anything like it. She was going to explode without him even inside.
"Stop— stop teasing me," she gasped. Her body was moving, twisting, trying to get him inside.
"Oh no," he breathed, "I’m going to give it to you just like I said I would downstairs." He pulled back, and she cried out in frustration. "You on your back, your ankles on my shoulders."
He grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him, lifting them onto his shoulders. He lined his cock up with her weeping cunt, and she could feel the heat of it, the size of it, and she almost couldn't take it, couldn't take him, but she wanted to, needed to.
"I'm going to ruin you," he said, his voice raw, and then he pushed inside, all at once, filling her, stretching her, and Astoria screamed.
"Fuck," she gasped, her eyes wide, her hands clawing at the duvet. "Fuck, you're—I can't—"
"Yeah, you can," he said, thrusting once, hard. Her body jolted, and she dug her nails into the duvet. "You can, and you will. This is what you came for Princess"
Astoria couldn't deny it. Not with her legs splayed wantonly, not with the brute's cock splitting her in two, not when the whole bed shook with his savage thrusts.
This was what she came for.
She bucked beneath him, hungry, insatiable, wanting more. He grinned and pulled back, almost all the way out, leaving her unbearably empty. Then he slammed into her again, driving the air from her lungs. "That's right," he grunted, his hips moving like pistons. "You're a Pureblood slut after all, aren't you? Want it hard, want it rough, can't get enough."
He thrust again, and again, and her breath was coming in ragged bursts, and she could hear herself whimpering, begging, and his hands gripped her thighs and he gave her everything he had.
"Oh god," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Oh god, oh god, oh—" She was unraveling, coming apart, and he kept pounding into her, and then she was gone, lost, shattering around him in a way she'd never thought possible.
He didn't let up. He didn't give her time to breathe. He kept thrusting, and she was still trembling with aftershocks when she felt another wave building. Her eyes went wide. "I can't— I can't—"
"Yes you will." he said, his voice rough. He leaned forward pushing her knees closer to her shoulders bending her in half just as he’d promised. The angle changed and he felt thicker somehow deeper. She cried out, the sensation too much.
"Damn," he swore, his thrusts wild and uneven. "You're so fucking tight." His hands moved from her thighs to her breasts, rough fingers tweaking her aching nipples. She cried out as another orgasm slammed into her, her vision went white, as her world shattered and collapsed and reformed around the feel of his cock inside her.
"Fuck," he groaned, and she felt him swelling, felt him spill inside of her. "Fuck. Fuck." Astoria let out a helpless whimper as she clenched around him, milking his cock, riding the aftershocks of her own release.
He thrust a few more times, shallow and hard before leaning back his hands pressing her thighs wider admiring his cock buried deep inside her. Her breathing was ragged, and she felt her face redden as she realized how easily, how utterly she had let him have her.
"You," she managed as she tried to catch her breath, "are a filthy, filthy man." His eyes danced over her flushed face, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smirk. He pulled out suddenly making her jerk and him chuckle as he turned her over onto her stomach, and pulled her across his lap.
“Oh Princess, that is nowhere near as filthy as I can be.“
She squirmed in his lap, her body over-sensitized.
"You want to see how dirty I can be? I’m going to ride your filthy hole. But first I did promise to warm your pert oh-so-proper arse first."
Her eyes flew wide. "You wouldn't."
He chuckled, low and dangerous. "Wouldn't I?"
And then he did. His hand came down hard and fast. Astoria let out a strangled cry, the sting so sharp, so intense, it felt like her first taste of firewhiskey. A shock to the system. A burn that spread through her. Her body tensed and moved, and he secured her with one hand on the small of her back.
"No," she said, even as her body arched towards it, even as her voice thickened with arousal. "You bastard, oh god—" The second blow landed on the same spot, amplifying the heat, and she writhed over his lap.
"Wait," she gasped, wriggling. "Wait, you absolute brute—"
But he wasn't waiting. His hand came down again, and again, and she was gasping, the sensation pooling between her legs, making her throb and ache. The sounds of spanking filled the room, and she gritted her teeth, trying not cry out, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Not really.
He moved his hand lower, and this time when it landed, it was between her legs, making her cry out. "How's that?" he asked, his voice gravelly. "More than you were expecting, Princess?" Astoria couldn't answer. Couldn't think. He spanked her again, and her whole body jerked, and she was so wet, so hot, so on the edge.
"Please," she said, not caring that she was begging.
Her vision went white, and she was unraveling, coming apart again. The force of it sent her careening off the cliff she didn't know she was standing on, and she was gone, crying out, her body bucking over his lap.
“Look at you, a pureblood princess getting off by having her cunt spanked. “ His words made her come even harder, and he kept spanking, kept rubbing, until her legs shook uncontrollably and she was sure she couldn't take any more.
The spanking stopped and he ran his hands over the reddened skin of her arse, she lay limp over his lap panting and spent. Two fingers dipped into her soaked quim his callused fingers scrapping against her hot flesh, she squirmed and whimpered at the sensation. Keeping a finger inside her his thumb drifted up higher brushing between her cheeks.
She clenched and tried to buck off his lap. “N-no not there.”
She scrabbled behind her trying to catch his hand. The brute hooked a leg over hers pinning her in place spreading her a little wider. one of his massive hands caught both of her delicate wrists pinning them to the small of her back. "Now, now," he purred. No need to be shy."
She continued to try and buck away as his thumb pressed into the tight circle of muscle, and he groaned as it popped all the way inside. He worked his thumb in and out of her arse, teasing, stretching, while his finger pumped into her wet heat.
She let out a half moan, half sob the sensation made her feel dirty. "Let me go," she gasped, and pushed back against him, her body was on fire, raw and too tight.
“No Princess. I’m doing exactly as I promised.“ He twisted his finger and thumb deeper, stretching and opening her until she gasped. He withdrew his finger and shifted her so that she was almost kneeling on his lap.
He worked two fingers into her and this time she let out an invlountary moan. He stretched her, worked her, until she was slick and panting and begging again. "Please, oh please—"
"What do you want, princess?" he said, his voice low and hoarse. Astoria bucked against him, her body shameless, wretched.
“S-stop. N-not there.“
“Your body’s not saying that. Your prissy little cunt is literally dripping.“He thrust deeper her whole body trembling at the intrusion, the stretch was intense, burning.
“Bastard.“ A heavy hand landed on her arse, she shrieked and tried to jerk forwards but she was completely pinned down, there was nowhere for her to go.
Astoria kneeled in the brute’s lap squirming in vein, as he rained sharp spanks on her arse, fingers still thrusting between her cheeks. He wasn’t gentle and Astoria's breath hitched with each firm smack. She writhed over his lap, right on the edge, every nerve raw and exposed.
"Please," she gasped. "Please, I can't, I can't—" He clamped down on her wrists, thrust harder and she shattered. Her vision went white, and she sobbed as her body convulsed, as he worked her mercilessly through the madness of her release.
“Your tight little arse is begging for it. “ He pulled her off his lap and tossed her onto the bed. He brought her up on her knees on the edge of the bed and shoved his cock back into her sopping quim, causing her to cry out.
He gave a few hard thrusts before pulling out roughly. “Your slutty little cunt is so wet we don’t even need lube. “
She felt his large hand between her shoulder blades her face hit the filthy duvet and before she could catch her breath, she felt the head of his cock press against her back entrance.
"No!" she said, panic and heat in her voice. “Please not there.“
She thrashed her hands clawing at the duvet, trying reach around and stop him. she felt frantic and wild. "No," she gasped.
"Breathe, Princess," he pinned her hands once again to the small of her back. She was shaking, her whole body tense, and he wasn’t even inside, just holding her down, holding her open, holding her still.
She felt him push, and his cock breached her, the head forcing the tight ring of muscle open, making her burn, making her cry out.
He froze, giving her a second to adjust, and she was panting, panicking, the stretch more than she thought she could take. “Stop clamping down,” he commanded.
“I can’t, it hurts, it’s too much,” she whimpered.
He released his grip on her wrists and pulled her hair, tilting her head back so she could see him over her shoulder. His face was flushed with exertion, his eyes dark and wild. “Keep clenching. I fucking dare you.”
Astoria met his eyes defiantly and clenched down hard. He swore and pulled her hair harder, another inch of cock sliding into her tight arse. She let out a raw cry of pain and pleasure.
He pushed in another inch, then another, and Astoria's body fought to accommodate him. He was so big, so thick, and she was trembling, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her vision going white at the edges.
"Stop," she said, the word little more than a whimper. "I can't, it's too—" Her body trembled, barely able to take the stretch, and he rutted into her, hard and sharp.
"Yes you can," he grunted. "You're going to take it all, you prissy little slut." He thrust into her harder, Astoria's mind fractured into a hundred pieces, and she couldn't tell if she was cursing him or begging him or both.
He gripped her hips and pulled her roughly down on him, and her mind blanked, her body frantic as he filled her completely.
"Fuck," she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"
"Yeah," he grunted, driving into her. "Yeah, you filthy Pureblood cunt. Take it."
His hands were bruising on her hips, and he didn't let up, didn't give her a moment's rest, just kept pumping into her, over and over, until the pain blurred into pleasure, until her body sparked and ignited and she was coming around him, sobbing and splintering.
He flipped her over and thrust back into her arse with her legs splayed wide, his cock hitting deep inside her and his thumb rubbing her clit. He spread her wider on the bed, wrapping a hand around her throat. "This is what you came for," he growled.
“P-please, no more,“ she almost sobbed.
“More is exactly what you’re getting,” he said, his voice rough and wild. He drove into her, his cock thick and deep, and she arched up to meet him, her hands twisting in the sheets.
She was so open, so full, and the sensation was too much, too much, too— “God,” she gasped. “Oh god, oh god, oh—” She flew apart around him, her vision going white, her body jolting and clenching as her orgasm ripped through her.
He swore, thrusting into her like he was trying to break her, like he was trying to break himself. His grip on her throat tightened, and she let him hold her there, let him pin her down as he took her harder, faster.
She gasped as she felt him spill inside her, felt his cock pulsing and twitching deep in her arse. He stayed there until her body stopped shaking, until the last of his own shudders subsided, until he was sure she would remember.
He pulled out with a slow, deliberate shove that made her gasp, even as the head of his cock slipped free. He collapsed beside her, his breathing ragged. Astoria lay still, unable to process, unable to move, her body limp and wrecked and used.
She lay her head on his shoulder, her breath ragged. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
The room was quiet, except for the sound of their fading panting. Astoria shifted against him, wincing slightly at the rawness between her legs and the soreness in her arse.
"Congratulations," she muttered, her voice thick. "You win."
He chuckled, a low and satisfied rumble. "You Pureblood girls," he said, tugging at her hair with an oddly tender roughness. "So used to getting your way, you don't know what to do when someone calls your bluff." Moving slowly, he drew back and traced the edge of her suspender belt. "Could have gone harder, you know. If you weren't such a fragile Pureblood princess."
“I cried.“
"You whimpered,” he corrected. “But you loved every second of it." He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes steady on hers. Astoria lay still, her mind spinning, her body aching.
She fought the urge to cover herself with her arms. He was looking at her so intently, so thoroughly, as if he wanted to memorize the sight of her sprawled and undone. She couldn't bear to think that he already had.
"Promise you won't tell anyone," she said before she could stop herself.
"Promise," he murmured, leaning down and kissing her like he meant it. His lips were soft and languid, and she felt more naked under the slowness of that kiss than she had when he was fucking her.
He woke her an hour before dawn, kissing her shoulder, the back of her neck, the top of her head. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked at him through the haze of sleep.
"Astoria Greengrass," he murmured.
Her eyes flew wide, and she sat up with a start. "What? How did you—"
He gestured to her engagement ring, which had slipped to the knuckle on her left hand. "Besides," he said, "you think I don't recognise a Slytherin when I see one?" Astoria's stomach churned with the reminder of who she was and what she was supposed to be doing this morning. She glanced at the clock. 12 hours before she was due to get married.
She bit her lip and looked at the brute. Her body was sore, but it was a good kind of sore. A type of sore she wouldn't mind being again. "So, Weasley. What’s your name? I know you have a ridiculous amount of siblings. I just don't know which one you are, " she finished.
"Charlie," he replied. His hand drifted down between her legs,
Astoria shivered as he slipped a finger inside of her, her body already responding to the roughness of his touch.
"Look," she said with a sigh, her voice resigned. "I'm supposed to be walking down the aisle in twelve hours."
He hummed and slipped two fingers inside of her. Astoria gasped and then sighed, her whole body waking up. Charlie grinned. "You were a lot less polite last night when I had you on your knees."
Astoria whimpered, her voice catching in her throat as he touched her where no one else had. "Please," she said, already begging. "Please don’t stop."
“So polite.“ He continued finger-fucking her hard. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she bucked up into his hand. Astoria could feel his hardness pressing against her back and she deliberately ground down on it.
Charlie growled in approval and ripped his fingers out of her wet heat. A strong arm wound around her chest gripping her breast, he lined his cock up and thrust in with one smooth motion.
Astoria cried out as he stretched her.
"Fuck." She gasped, and he started to move. He fucked her from behind with hard, fast strokes, one hand on her breast and the other between her legs.
One hand dipped to the place where they were joined, his thumb brushing her clit. "Just like that," he said, his voice hoarse and low. Her whole body shuddered, and she convulsed around him, her muscles clenching him tight.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried, and he grunted, teeth clenching tight against her shoulder. She felt him spill in her, felt him jerk and pulse inside of her, felt herself continue to shatter.
“Good girl.“ He pulled out of her but continued to play with her clit. Astoria whimpered and gripped the sheets. “One more for the road Princess.“ He kissed her neck, his fingers still working furiously between her legs. Astoria bucked into his grasp and he bit down on her shoulder. She screamed as she fell forward and came once more. It was messy and powerful and left her shaking in his arms.
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Astoria was entirely composed and completely immaculate when she walked down the aisle. Her hair was smooth, her wedding robes were pressed, and her body was scrubbed clean of everything but the memory of his hands.
Draco was as pale and polished as ever. He barely looked at her during the ceremony, and Astoria found herself relieved when he said "I do."
She’d been half worried he would hear about her deflowering before he had a chance to see for himself.
She played the part of the beaming bride at the reception. Drunk on champagne, she flirted and laughed and slipped her hand into Draco's, but she was thinking of broad shoulders and rough hands and a voice that made her core hum.
By the time they left the banquet hall, she was halfway to tipsy and more than willing to play at being the delighted bride.
At least the honeymoon suite was nicer than the inn in Inverness.
Draco pulled her straight to the bedroom, and Astoria felt a flutter of panic. She'd given the brute so much, and now she had nothing left for her husband.
But she also had no shame left, and no feeling of real loyalty, and when Draco pinned her beneath him and gave her a quick, entitled thrust, all she could think of was how much harder, faster, and more relentless the brute had been.
She bit Draco's shoulder and bucked under him, imagining it was someone else's sweat dripping onto her breasts. He came with a groan and a half-hearted shudder, and she closed her eyes and thought of the inn.
"God, darling." Draco brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Who knew you were such a little tart?"
"I aim to please," she replied, her voice steady, as he rolled off of her, leaving her empty, wanting. She didn’t bother to watch him dress. She closed her eyes as his shoes clicked across the floor.
She heard him chuckle. “Of course my dear.“ She heard the door shut, and then she heard nothing. The suite was silent, and she was alone.
She let herself imagine the brute, smiling, imagining her now, just as she was. He’d be gone by morning, and she ached dully at the thought.
She slipped her hand between her legs and bit back a moan.
She spent the night remembering.