Fallen For The Hero || Hogwarts Legacy FF

Part 3

"Lean back," Victor said, his voice low and husky. With his hand between her breasts, he pressed her back until she was resting on her elbows on the bed. He was still kneeling on the floor between her legs, and he took a moment to just look at her.

She was fucking gorgeous. Her curves, soft skin, flushed across her cheeks and breasts. The neatly trimmed little patch of hair, a couple shades darker than the hair falling over her shoulders. And she was all his, laid out on the bed like it was a silver fucking platter just for him.

And she was wet. It was glistening on her lower lips, on the insides of her thighs. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue up one thigh, tasting her slick and groaning low in his throat. Fuck. She tasted better than he'd imagined she would. And her body responded to him so perfectly.

Victor wrapped his arms up under her thighs, pulling her toward him with one motion. She made a startled sound, and he grinned up at her.

"Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to taste you. To make you come for me."

"Yes," she said. "I want you, Victor. I want you to taste me and make me come."

He licked up each of her thighs, and bit one, making her jump. He kissed the hurt, and gave another little lick. With the flat of his tongue, he licked thick lines up her outer lips, tasting her in wide sweeps. Her thighs clenched with each movement, heat pooling just under his tongue. He grinned, chuckling, tonguing circles around the little bundle of nerves.

"Does it feel good?" He asked, not looking up.

"Yes," she gasped.

Victor continued circling but not touching her clit, enjoying the gasping sounds she struggled to keep in. The little bundle was twitching enticingly, so he gave it one little swipe of his tongue before going lower to prod at her entrance. A wordless cry left her lips when he did, and he chuckled again. "Good girl," he growled. He circled the entrance, tasting and relishing in her little moans, before thrusting his tongue inside as deep as he could. Victor pressed firmly on her clit with his thumb, prodding steadily as he tongue fucked her.

Jadis was certainly struggling now. Panting, hips jerking against Victors face, thighs clenching in his grip. Her head was thrown back, her body trying to obey his command to relax–any part of her would do, the spell would insist. Any part that can relax, must! And he certainly wasn't making it easy. His tongue was hot and wet and fast, and he moved back to her clit, flicking and wrapping around it.

He pulled back an arm from her thigh, pressing instead of holding. His fingers swiped through her hot slick before he slid one inside her. Victor groaned in time with her moan at the feeling, loving how her hot little cunt tightened around a single finger. She was so tight, it drove him wild. He fucked her slowly with one finger, slowing his tongue to match the tempo, and speeding up only minutely a minute later when he gently added a second finger.

The womans' hips jerked, thrusting against his fingers and tongue as he played her like a perfectly tuned instrument.

"Fuck," Victor growled against her, making her writhe. "Do you like that?"

"Yes," she half cried, half moaned back.

"Look at me."

With a heaving breath, she raised her head, propping herself a little higher to obey and meeting his eyes.

"Tell me you like it like this."

"I-I like it like this."

"Beg me not to stop, tell me you need me. Say my name."

"I need you, Victor. Please, please don't stop, Victor." The words were barely discernible through the moans she couldn't keep back.

"Do you want to come, baby?"