Burned By Heat

Part 6 : The Mate

When Pansy woke up, she was flat on her back, no longer covered by a blanket, and she was burning up. Glancing towards the fireplace, she saw that it was merely embers. The heat that was radiating around her, it wasn't coming from the fireplace... and it wasn't coming from Neville, who was no longer pressed against her back.

No, he was between her legs, his face pressed against her cunt, his tongue swirling around her clit.

"Oh Gods," she gasped, her body flaring to life as her fingers went into his hair. Her heat must have returned, and there was only one way to fix it. They had been asleep... how long had they been asleep?

"You're so tight," Neville hummed, two fingers sliding inside of her. She looked down to see that his eyes were dark, that smirk on his lips... her soft loving boy was gone. They must have slept a long time, for him to be out of control again.

"Then stretch me," she gasped, tugging at the roots of his hair. "Fill me up. Split me in two. Give me your knot, please-"

He didn't answer with words, instead returning his mouth to her cunt, as though he was trying to lick her clean. A third finger joined in, and she didn't feel ready for it, but her body accommodated. It was like she was made for him. Made to take him. Made to be split and stretched - oh wait, she was.

He took his time with her - with three fingers inside of her, his thumb replaced his tongue, and he started nipping at her hips, at her waist, her stomach - he wasn't trying to bite her, wasn't trying to mate her on bare skin, just-

"Are you leaving marks on me?" she gasped, her eyes wide as she tried to look down, tried to see.

He looked up at her, grinned, then sucked at her hipbone before sinking his teeth in.

No. No no no. Love bites could not possibly be her newest kink? No. His teeth were supposed to go into her mating gland, not on her-

He was sucking at her inner thigh, just above her mating gland, and she tightened around his fingers, just on the verge. His mouth moved lower, licking at the scent glands between her legs, and she came, hard, around his fingers. A fourth one slipped in during, and she could do nothing but writhe on the floor, her hands reaching out to grasp at something, anything, even him - he grabbed one of her hands with his as he continued licking at her, his fingers spreading her open more, and she pushed at his head with her free hand, needing him to stop-

She could use the color, but did she really want him to stop?

His fingers withdrew from her as his mouth left the gland, and he sucked at her fingers, licking at them, then offered them to her.

No. Fuck. No, why was this... why was this... Why was this so unbelievably hot?

Her lips parted and she sucked on his fingers, tasting herself, her cum. His fingers were replaced with his tongue, and they kissed long and slow, his body hovering over hers. She expected him to push into her, his cock heavy on her stomach, but instead, they were flipping over, Neville on his back, and her over top.

"Ride me," he demanded, and she knew it wasn't a request. She might be on top, but he-

She had only just sunk down onto his cock, shifting to the stretch of him, her insides feeling bruised from their earlier mating, but he had no time to wait. His hands wrapped around her waist, and all she could do was press her hands into his chest and hold on.

His feet were braced into the floor, knees bent, and Pansy tried to lean back against them, to shift the angle slightly, but Neville instead yanked her forward so she was taking him deeper, so deep she thought he would breed her like this, potion or no potion. The thought thrilled her, even though she knew it wasn't possible, but it felt as though her cervix was gone, and he was simply placing everything right where it needed to be.