Fallen For The Hero || Hogwarts Legacy FF

Part 1

Victor Rookwood knew from the first time he saw Jadis that he would burn the world for her. No. That wasn't right. He wanted to burn the world for her. Burn the world and make her watch. Then fuck her by the flames.

Of course, it would have been easier if she'd just joined him when he'd asked. He wasn't getting any closer to his goals with Ranrok, so it made sense to work together. Maybe she would have helped him if his time working with Ranrok and the goblins had been more fruitful. Instead, he was practically a joke. Pfft. Ridiculous.

He wasn't a fucking joke. He was Victor Rookwood.

The girl wasn't a joke either. She had power–real power, unlike Ranrok, stealing the magic from the repositories like a common thief. Jadis was born with the ancient magic. She was strong. Took down a good number of his men when he tested her that day. Watching her wield that magic and power with the ease of a gods damned quill was...oh, Salazar. Fucking intoxicating. It was worth it to be almost killed by her. So fucking sexy.

A few struggled gulps of wiggenweld potion, and Victor Rookwood was good to go again, good as new, and ready to take what was meant to be his.

Jadis.

She could keep the magic, she could keep her win. And he would keep her.

Tied down, spread out, and begging.

In the ruined remains of his family home, Victor was ready for what was to come next. Word had reached him of Ranroks demise–as he'd known it would. Ranrok was no match for Jadis. No one was–at least, not when it came to magic. To power. Might makes right, as they say. And Jadis had it all.

Victor knew he had no chance in hell of taking her in a fight. He also knew she had at least two friends who could cast the unforgivable curses, and one of them wouldn't hesitate. But he didn't want to kill her little friends. No. He wanted her to do it.

He'd burn the world for her. She'd kill for him. Good girl.

Kill her little friends, then come home to his bed and ride him like the good girl she was. And when she was begging for him, he'd drag it out, pull her hair, fuck her crazy, and finally let her come on his cock.

Hell. He almost couldn't handle the wait.

Rookwood Castle was cold without her. Cold, hard, desperate for her.

Her sweet, tight body and hot mouth. The way her eyes glimmered with silver fire when she fought. He wanted to see that fire in her eyes when he was inside her. Would they light up when she came? Or when he came in her?

The thought of it made him pause in his planning, sitting at his desk in that castle. It was drafty, as all castles were, but that didn't deter him.

He sat back, imagining her expression as he pounded into her. He groaned as his hand slid down his hard abs to his trousers, gripping his even harder length through the material. Undoing the fly, he pulled himself free, wrapping his hand around the shaft and squeezing. Jadis was a little thing, probably crazy tight. He'd have to warm her up first. His fingers and his mouth–he'd look into her eyes as he made her come on his tongue. She'd moan and throw her head back as he licked her clean and bit at her thighs. That hot, wet mouth would open around his cock and suck hard, just the way he liked it. He'd grab a fistful of her hair and hold her still while he eased himself down her throat until she choked on him.

Fuck she'd be so fucking good. His cock was fisted in his hand, pumping slow and hard, ready for the finale.

He wouldn't come in her mouth though, not yet. Not this time. He'd choke her with his cock, let her suck him until he was nice and covered in her spit. He'd fuck her little hole with his fingers to make sure she was still wet for him. She would be, of course. She'd always be wet for him. Her legs would open for him, and he'd tease her clit with the head of his dick before slowly–so fucking slowly–pushing into her. All the way to the base, and slowly back out, letting her adjust to his size.

Oh she'd be so fucking tight around his cock. Tight and wet and hot for him.

Then she'd start begging. Begging him to move, to go faster, to fuck her like she needed to be fucked.

Victor wrapped two hands around his length, gripping tight, and pickup his his pace, hips thrusting up into his hands, picturing her body riding him in this chair. Her thighs around his waist, her breasts bouncing in his face. Fucking up into her and biting at her pink nipples. He'd reach between them and rub circles around her clit, and she'd cry out, begging him not to stop.

"Fuuuuck," he growled, pumping himself faster, keeping his hands tight on his cock.

When he felt her tighten around him, he'd rub that little clit faster, pressing in. He'd slam her down on his cock, thrust hard up into her until she came hard around him and he shot his load into her. Her eyes would burn silver and she'd fucking scream his name as he fucked her through the climax, fucking his seed deep into her tight little cunt, her hips rolling with the pleasure.

And she'd go limp in his arms, panting hard against him. Their skin slick with sweat, the air thick with the smell of sex and fire.

He knew he'd give her a few seconds to breathe with him. But then he'd grab a fistful of her hair, rubbing now slow and gentle circles around her clit, and pull her back to look at him.

"Tell me you're mine," he'd demand. "My little fuck doll, my little bitch to play with. My good girl. Say it, Jadis. Say you're mine."

That sexy as hell rage would fill her eyes, but she'd fucking say it. "I'm yours, Victor."

He'd thrust up into her again, still hard. "Say it again."

"I'm. Yours."

Thrust. "Again."

"I'm. Fucking. Yours."

He'd keep fucking her, fuck her until she couldn't think enough to speak. Fuck her until all she could do was scream.

The world would burn, keep burning, all around them. Just like he burned for her. And she would burn for him.

Now he just needed to get her here.

Easy enough. That girl was always running around the Highlands. It was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time.