The Hufflepuff and the Slytherin

Angels and Demons

You and Lucius had left the Manor in a daze of happiness and passion. It was as if every second of every day you and Lucius craved each other's touch as if both of your lives depended on it.

Arriving back at Hogwarts over the next few weeks, you both seemed to find every empty corridor or classroom to fool around in; both of you obsessed with each other. How no one had discovered your secret romance yet was a mystery to you, but you reveled in it; adoring how you had these private moments with Lucius to just call your own. He was your everything and his touch and kisses seared your lips and skin with hot passion.

Several nights a week you would sneak into the Slytherin dorms with Lucius and stay with him in his bed, his roommates never knowing you were there, as he always kept his curtains on his bed closed at night. It was even more exciting trying to keep your moans to yourself as he pleasured your body with his fingers, and now as the days progressed his tongue.

He would kiss his way all the way down your body, from your breasts, to your stomach, to your inner thighs before his soft, warm tongue would reach your wet, pink slit and his tongue would dive in hungrily as he lapped up your arousal. You adored how he loved the taste of you as he would always close his eyes in pleasure once his lips came into contact with your womanhood, and you could feel a vibration through his body as he moaned a bit quietly to himself at your taste. His tongue was expertly skilled as it circled your pearl and then back down to your slit, up and down, back and forth, around your pearl again, sucking quietly on it until your legs would shake and your back would arch off of his bed, one of your hands coming to your mouth to cover it as you silenced your orgasmic bliss.

Of course being the hormone crazy teens that you were, both of your staminas were never ending and it didn't take long before you would begin to give pleasure to his body as well. Taking his thick manhood in your hands and beginning at first slow, pumping his iron-hard length in your hands, his eyes rolling back into his head as he allowed you to touch him with your soft, small hands. Then faster and faster, getting him into a rhythm that would eventually cause him to come.

"Kitten," he would moan and whisper into the night in the secrecy of his curtain surrounded bed, his eyes shutting tight.

Before you could respond you moved down so that you could take him into your mouth, and swirled your tongue around his head, tasting him and his sweet and salty taste. His eyes then opening back up wide, a dark look of fiery passion glinting in his the silver of them which you could still even see in the darkness of the room.

As your mouth worked half of his length, your hand would grip the rest of him, your hand and mouth working together in synchrony, causing Lucius' hips to buck a bit, causing his length to go further down your throat. He was very large, but somehow you took every inch of him, adoring getting to be so close to him as to be able to do this. Sometimes you really couldn't believe you got to be with Lucius like this; he had always been one of your closest friends, yes, but he had always seemed different from all the others...special...above everyone...God-like. You really had revered him like the 'King of Slytherin' that he was, and you loved treating him like a King. Ever devoted to him, would do anything he asked, you adored him.

Lucius would feel this adoration from you as you pleasured his body and you would always leave him breathless and paralyzed as he released his warm essence into your mouth as he gripped the base of your hair, holding you in place, as he throbbed out his passion.

These nights you would always cuddle afterwards, both bathed in a sheen of sweat, in the early hours of the morning and just touch each other and kiss each other softly. Was this what heaven was like? How could life get any more perfect? "Where did you learn how to please women like this Lucius?" You would whisper to him as you stroked his muscled chest with your finger tips as he held you in his arms.