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Serpent’s Taste

[ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 🐍 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ]

🔞❤️‍🔥 NSFW // MDNI 🔞❤️‍🔥

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With a slow but gentle thrust, Ominis entered into her depths, conquering and claiming her with every inch of his being.

Ominis' hand gently caressed the back of her torso slowly, as he tried to think of the right words to say. He took a deep breath, and slowly spoke the words that she wanted to hear so passionately, the ones he wanted to speak to her for quite some time now. Ominis' felt his heart racing, unsure if Lorra wanted the same as he.

Ominis took her hand and placed it on his heart, where she felt it pounding against her palm.

"Lorrain, Lorra, I am absolutely, positively, irrevocably, unequivocally and undoubtedly... in love with you." The blonde wizard finally confessed.

As they sat close together, their lips hovered only inches apart, the electricity between them was almost unbearable. A soft moan escaped her lips, igniting a primal surge of desire in Ominis. He felt an overwhelming need to take her, practically purring with anticipation. Lorrain slowly placed his hands on her cheeks, wordlessly conveying his desire for her. It was as if their bodies were speaking a language all their own, begging for each other's touch.

Gasping for the sweet taste of her, Ominis's hand tangled in her hair, tugging her towards him with a rough urgency. Their bodies melded together in a sweet embrace as he pressed her down onto the couch. Lorra's back arched instinctively, inviting him closer as his lips trailed down her neck, mapping every inch of her skin. Lorra luxuriated in the weight of Ominis' body over hers, feeling the heat and strength of him. A low growl escaped his lips as she explored his sides with her hands, pulling at his elegant shirt with each passing second, desperate to feel more of him against her fingertips.

"Does it hurt?" Lorra's fingers traced over Ominis' clothed member, causing him to gasp at the sudden touch. His mind raced with thoughts and questions as he struggled to control his desire. No one had ever touched him before. But he couldn't deny the fire that burned within him at her touch.

With careful precision, Lorra unzipped his emerald green pants, releasing his throbbing cock into her waiting hand. Ominis' breath caught in his throat as she stroked him, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

But then, abruptly, he pulled away from her. Despite the overwhelming urge to continue, Ominis knew it was wrong. He was a gentleman and she was a lady - how could he treat her so rudely? She deserved more than just being used for his own lustful desires. In that moment, he hated himself for succumbing to his base instincts.

"Lorrain, I'm sorry," Ominis breathed, his voice pained and unsure. "I don't know if I'll be able to still be myself if we- If I continue..." He warned, his fingers trembling as they grazed over her skin.

But Lorrain's touch was like fire against his icy skin, her hand guiding his own to the soaked entrance hidden beneath her laced dress. Her body was already eager for him, her wetness a telltale sign of her desire. And Ominis couldn't resist the invitation, exploring her at his own pace with a mix of tenderness and anticipation.

"Please, say something if I-" he began, but she cut him off with a soft moan.

"I will, Ominis," Lorra reassured him. She knew Ominis needed her verbal and physical approval if he wanted to make any further moves.

Without any more words, her arousal was clear. He continued to explore her, he circled his fingers over her sensitive spot, relishing in the sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips as she surrendered to him. Her breath caught in her throat as she guided his finger inside her, causing her to gasp and whimper. Ominis curled his finger, finding that sweet spot inside her that sent electric shocks through her body, making her knees weak.

With a flick of his wand, Ominis undid the delicate buttons on her dress. The fabric fell away, revealing her sweet virgin breasts, pink nipples already hard with anticipation for his touch.

They collapsed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, their breathing ragged and labored. Lorra's back hit the ground with a thud, but she hardly noticed as Ominis' lips descended to her chest. His tongue slowly traced circles around one nipple, while his other hand gently pinched and twisted the other, making her tremble. She let out a guttural moan, unable to control the pleasure coursing through her as he introduced a second finger inside her without warning. sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. Ominis could feel his own arousal building as he ground himself against Lorra's thigh, desperate for the release only she could give him. The mingling scents of their passion hung thick in the air like an intoxicating perfume, sending their senses into overdrive.

In the soft flickering light of floating candles, Lorra could just make out Ominis' body hovering over hers. His touch was suffocating but in the most delicious way.

Ominis spread her legs wider. Lorra released a strangled cry of approval. Her legs tremble under his touch as he traced the curves and crevices of her thighs with his cold fingers. The soft skin yielded to his touch, leaving deep imprints like valleys carved by a rugged terrain. Ominis reveled the power he held over Lorra, controlling her body with just a simple touch. She was captive under him, naked and untamed like a mythical nymph from a Greek tragedy, beckoning him closer with every breath.

Her voice trembled as she whispered, “Please-” and her hips strained up towards him, desperate for his touch.

Their actions were reckless, driven by a consuming madness that threatened to consumed them both. But they were willing to lose themselves completely if it meant being together in that moment of raw passion and desire.

Ominis ears savored the sound of her desperate pleas, begging him, a symphony of desire that fueled his fire even more. He never imagined being with Lorrain in such an intimate way, and he reveled in the feeling. His grip on her hand tightened, while his other hand guided her waist, leading him towards the perfect angle for his next move. With a slow but gentle thrust, Ominis entered into her depths, conquering and claiming her with every inch of his being. Lorra arched her back and let out a guttural moan as he filled her to the brim, pulsing heat radiating from her core. The new sensation nearly overwhelmed him, causing growls to escape from deep within his chest.

"Are you okay?" Ominis' senses were so consumed by his desire that he had almost forgotten his ability to speak.

"I- I am," Lorrain replied, caressing Ominis' hand with her thumb. "Are you?"

"More than okay. Please, if I hurt you in any way, I'll stop immediately. I don't want to-" Before he could finish his sentence, Lorra silenced him with a desperate kiss, their lips and bodies melding together in a frenzy of desire.

With each delicate thrust, he commanded unearthly cries and desperate prayers from her lips. Her hips moved to meet his every plunge, a frantic dance of lusty need. Her delicate hands traced the scars that marked Ominis' back.

His lips latch onto her neck, leaving crimson welted in their wake as he sucked hungrily at her flesh. Ominis' need to claim what was now his, was palpable, driving him to leave a trail of destruction and possession on every inch of Lorra's body.

Gaunt’s hands were everywhere, grabbing and pulling at her with a desperate hunger. There was no space between them, no barrier to hold back their passion as they melded into one being, lost in the euphoria of their connection. Despite all reason, they couldn't get close enough, couldn't get enough of each other's raw intensity.

She hungrily devoured his lips, swallowing every curse and moan escaping from his own mouth. He couldn't even register the sounds emanating from him as she consumed everything he had to offer.

Ominis’ desperation intensified as he longed to feel her reach the peak of ecstasy, but his body had a mind of its own. His release builded deep in his gut, threatening to consume him completely first. The intense pulsing of Ominis' cock and his fingers had Lorra gasping and moaning.

His name was a prayer on her lips, escaping in muffled screams as she shattered into a million pieces under his touch. Ominis surrendered to her, allowing himself to be pulled down onto her writhing body as she reached her orgasm. Lorra felt herself teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain, her muscles clenching and pulsing around his length, driving him to the brink of madness as he filled her with his hot, pulsating essence.

They lingered in each other's embrace, their bodies intertwined and fused by a fiery passion that refused to die out. Ominis' head rested in the curve of her neck, his hot breath against her skin. Every inch of their bodies where they touched was charged with electricity, and no corner of their skin was left untouched.

No part of their bodies were left untouched as they continued delicately to explore each other.

As the minutes ticked by, Lorrain leaned in and gently pressed her lips against Ominis' nose, coaxing him out of his drowsy state. The warmth of her breath mixed with the cold air of the room, created a gentle fog around them. He stirred from his slumber, his unseeing eyes slowly opening as he reached for his wand.

Ominis let out a deep sigh as Lorrain tended to him, her skilled hands working diligently to fix him up. She carefully buttoned up his shirt, fastened his suspend, and secured his gala brooch in its rightful place. As she worked, he felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him.

For some reason, Ominis felt Lorrain wasn't just fixing him up physically, but also mending the pieces of himself that had been lost long time ago. After she finished with him, he returned the favor by gently helping her back into her elegant laced dress and slipping silk gloves onto her delicate arms. As for her hair, he left it up to her expert styling.

“We should get going, it's past 1 am and I don't want Peeves coming our way and start yelling and waking up thew whole castle” Lorra said while she put her hair in a bun.

Ominis chuckled softly at her statement. It was true after all.

The Slytherins headed back to their common room, Lorrain's hand held tightly by Ominis' as he guided them through the dark and winding corridors of the castle. Their footsteps echoed against the stone walls, a rhythmic soundtrack to their giggles and laughter. They couldn't stop talking about what had just happened, reminiscing in a cute yet slightly embarrassed way. It was endearing to witness their playful banter and listen to their shared memories of that -very- special evening.

As they walked, Ominis could feel Lorrain's hand trembling slightly in his own, a telltale sign of her shyness and embarrassment. But there was something undeniably cute about her voice and nervous laugher.

But at the mere entrance, somebody stopped Lorra abruptly, grabbing her by her wrist. Their low and demonic voice echoed through the air like a vengeful spirit from the depths of hell. The hairs on Ominis' neck stood on end as he froze in place.

"How was your late night escapade, little brother?".

Notes

👉 Short but sweet. I didn't want their first time to be so... rough? 🫣 At least not yet. Specially imagining how nervous and "hungry" Ominis might have been. He's a healthy young man... with basic needs... So I imagined him being yes, nervous but... eager at the same time 😏

👉 Ominis little baby feet. That's the phrase.

👉 Again, this is an edit of the older chapter I wrote long ago. The previous work was all over the place and had no direction at all. But I'm grateful for all the people who took the time to read it and liked it at the time 🥰

👉 Only one more cover to go and I'll be all set to continue publishing the story! *Happy snake noises*

#fic

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