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Post by Mavrick on Jul 21, 2009 2:32:28 GMT
Angine had been having the time of her life in recent months. Her first roll in the hay had been quite literal, a rather hot encounter with a Russian Quidditch star in Viktoriya’s stables. When she returned to Hogwarts, she, like the rest of the school discovered they were host to the Tri Wizard Tournament, and the doors of the school opened up to the prissy French ladies, and the men of her homeland. The blonde had been wide eyed and more than excited to see a couple of boys she had grown up with, and she was proud to notice that she had grown up rather nicely in the last few months. She had stopped growing up, and was starting to fill in. She looked less like a bean pole every day. What was better, her bust was expanding at an incredible rate, and her school shirts were getting too tight, which gave her an edge over the other girls her age.
The common room was bustling with excitement. The second task had just finished and everyone was celebrating, even if their star Durmstrang boy hadn’t done as well as they’d hoped. Angine was sitting on one of the fancy leather couches with the latest Durmstrang to notice her. She had been with three of them already, and he informed her that his friend thought she was worth getting to know. She sat across from him, one leg tucked under her butt, the other stretched out and hanging over his knee. They talked in Russian, and he kept making her giggle when he’d run his hand up her thigh.
Little did Angine know, her night was about to take a turn for the better.
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Post by Blitz on Jul 21, 2009 3:22:50 GMT
Devon MacKenzie thumped through the entrance to the common room with a sneer, and threw his bag on the floor. He had just returned from a late-night excursion around the castle with a friend where they had attempted to hex the Beauxbatons carriage into permanent levitation. The best they managed was to jolt the carriage side to side, causing a few high-pitched screams from inside. However, Devon was then sent flying backwards himself, causing a nice bruise to form on his elbow.
In truth, the sixth-year Slytherin was jealous. Jealous because he wanted a chance to compete for the Triwizard Cup. Jealous because he wanted to attend Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. And now he was jealous of the thick-skulled Durmstrang boys who had wooed away most of the Slytherin girls.
And heated jealousy was often a fiery motivator.
As he made his way to the green couches, Devon noticed the younger blonde girl he knew as Angine was sandwiched between a group of Durmstrang boys. The little minx, he thought, she was right in her element. He wasn't sure at what point she had become so damn attractive, but he now realized he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Now he could hardly keep up with her.
Earlier that night, Devon had smuggled a handle of firewhiskey into his bag, and he had already been dipping into it. He had a feeling that now would be a good time to share. He picked it up and swaggered his way over the younger girl and her 'friends.'
"Anyone care for a drink? It's the finest liquor, so not everyone gets a shot," he eyed Angine and with a wink he lowered his voice, "But I saved some for you, gorgeous."
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Post by Mavrick on Jul 21, 2009 12:45:24 GMT
Devon was the kind of Slytherin that got a girl’s attention from the word go. He was tall and handsome, cunning and manipulating and had no problem getting into trouble. These, plus the fact he was older than her, made Angine find him all the more appealing. Of course she’d never been up close and personal with him, their age difference and her previous lack of looks keeping them apart. She looked to him when he spoke up, announcing his possession of hard liquor and his willingness to share. A little smirk crossed her lips when he winked at her and let her know that he’d saved her some. She felt the Durmstrang squeeze at her knee possessively.
“We are fine, thank you,” he all but growled. However, Angine disagreed. Her fine Russian breeding meant that she had an inherited taste for alcohol, and the recent years of binge drinking at parties only increased her wanting of it. Not only that, but Devon was presenting her with a perfectly good opportunity to get to know him, and he would still be there next year, unlike the Durmstrang boys who would head back to the Motherland after the year was out.
“I don’t know,” she chimed in shortly after the tall, dark boy with his hand on her knee had informed Devon that they didn’t want a drink. “I sure am thirsty.”
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Post by Blitz on Jul 21, 2009 16:03:15 GMT
"Let the lady speak for herself," he jeered at the considerably larger boy who was holding onto Angine as if she were one of his personal possessions. Devon took her words as encouragement, and moved closer. He managed to squeeze himself in the very small gap between her and the Durmstrang boy. It was no small feat indeed, since they were practically on top of each other. Once he had maintained his seat, he shifted around in order to give himself more room, pushing the other guy out of the way while hardly disturbing Angine.
The side of Angine's right thigh and leg was pressed up against his own left corresponding parts, and he enjoyed the heat from her closeness. With a flick of his wand, Devon conjured up two glasses of the amber liquid, offering her one with smile. He surveyed her face for a moment, her features strikingly Russian. No wonder she especially enjoyed the Durmstrang crowd.
"I've had my eye on you for awhile," Devon admitted. His blue-green eyes searched her own. They had met a few years ago when she entered Hogwarts, but had not ever gotten fully acquainted. It had just been this year that he became especially intrigued by her. She was just so damn hot...for a fourth year especially. With a little alcohol fueling his already strong presence, he found it easy to speak to her. "Every bit of you actually," he grinned and looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her chest.
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Post by Mavrick on Jul 22, 2009 0:46:13 GMT
Angine smirked as Devon boldly sat himself between the Durmstrang and herself, effectively shoving the taller boy off the couch. He made to protest, but saw that Angine didn’t skip a beat, accepting the glass of whiskey from Devon. He mumbled in Russian and stormed off. The blonde smiled as she was alerted to the fact that she had been getting attention, it was an ego boost to hear it from anyone, but hearing it from a hot sixth year with a reputation was even better. She stretched her long, toned legs out and replaced both of them across Devon’s lap. She had spent the summer riding at the Nikolov estate and she was especially proud of how good they looked at the moment, she would be a fool not to draw attention to them.
She downed the alcohol easily and smiled coyly at him.
“I’m glad my efforts to get your attention have worked,” she lied easily. She knew ego boosting was the best way to make nice with a fellow Slytherin. That wasn’t to say that she didn’t want his attention, just that she wasn’t trying to get his especially, not when there was so much more game in the common room lately.
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Post by Blitz on Jul 22, 2009 1:42:00 GMT
Devon didn't know if she was playing with him or not, but he decided he did not particularly care. Her words were a good sign nonetheless, and her actions...well, they spoke volumes. Though he had plenty of girlfriends over the past few years, he still remained the object of many a girl's desire. Granted, many girls also thought he was an egotistical arse. Devon knew he was just more than they could handle. He was definitely not the best suited boy for a wholesome young lady, to say the least. As Angine swung her legs over his lap, he realized that she wasn't going to have a problem with him. This was a very good sign indeed.
He swiped his dark blond hair away from his face and grinned at her again. He placed a large hand on her legs and traced a circle around her knee with his thumb. "Tell me about yourself, Angine. I want to know what gets your attention."
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Post by Mavrick on Jul 25, 2009 0:55:19 GMT
Angine simply smiled at Devon and rested her empty glass on the knee that he didn’t have his hand on. “Where would the fun be if I simply told you what gets my attention? I’d much rather have you try and work that out for yourself.”
Angine loved playing with people’s heads. She would say she was a master at the craft, though the truth was she was too young to be a master at anything. She wanted to see what lengths Devon would go to, to see what he would do to get what he wanted, and she knew what that was. In truth she was all too happy to indulge him, but it was all the more entertaining pretending to be coy.
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Post by Blitz on Jul 25, 2009 15:28:13 GMT
Devon chuckled at Angine's words, finding her coyness rather amusing. So...this girl wanted to play games, did she? Well, it was lucky for her that Devon was more than happy to play along, so long as he scored a few points in the end. All the same, he liked her feisty nature, and though it seemed like she had been doing this for ages, he imagined she had only recently learned how to use her flirty tenacity to her benefit. And he was more than willing to assist in the development.
In response to her words, Devon shifted his position on the couch and placed both hands on the cushions on either side of her hips. "I would try to work it out myself, but I don't want to give the rest of the common room a show," he swung his head around to survey the room. The Slytherin dungeon was still crowded, and their actions were going by rather unnoticed for the time being. However, Devon's recent provocative body shift attracted the glares of a few Durmstrang boys and he grinned smugly in reply.
"Unless you don't mind, of course."
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Post by Mavrick on Jul 25, 2009 15:37:14 GMT
Angine maintained her composure as he so boldly shifted his body against hers. However her insides had just done a somersault, a lurch deep in her stomach that told her instantly that she liked what he was doing. He announced his plans, and subtly asked her if she wanted to abandon the common room for somewhere less crowded.
And she certainly did now.
“I would need a lot more alcohol,” she replied smoothly. “But I’m thinking you could save your stash if you use a little initiative in that respect.” She sat up a bit straighter, bringing her dangerously close to Devon as he hovered above her. She reached her arm over to the coffee table, placing her glass down on the wooden surface, making sure she leaned forward enough to brush against his broad shoulders. She returned to her original position, eyeing Devon, waiting for his next move eagerly.
“What’s it going to be?”
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Post by Blitz on Jul 28, 2009 2:43:02 GMT
In response Angine's words, Devon's lips turned up into a cheeky smile. Though he would have loved to show the Durmstrang boys that he had gotten the girl this time, Devon decided that such a large audience was unsuitable. Instead, he was content to make them jealous for awhile, to make keep them on their toes, as well as Angine.
He lowered himself closer, as close as he could without actually touching her. His strong arms rested by her sides, his face merely centimeters away from hers. He turned his head, his warm breath reaching her neck. He dropped his voice to a sultry whisper and lowered his lips to her ear. "Let's say you and I get to know each other better," he said insistently with a mischievous grin, "Take a walk with me. I hear one can get lost in the secret nooks and rooms off the dungeons."
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Post by Mavrick on Jul 28, 2009 3:06:00 GMT
Angine resisted a full grin as Devon leaned in closer to her. The Durmstrang group, one of which the bold Slytherin currently on top of her had swatted away earlier, were mumbling amongst themselves and casting dark looks towards the pair. His breath sent goose bumps onto her skin, and she felt the familiar tug of sexual tension somewhere below her belly button as his words reached her ears.
Instead, she turned her head ever so slightly to look at him, and delicately tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, something that could be considered loving if one didn’t know Angine better than that. She leaned in to his own ear now, with his hair having been moved out of the way, her lips brushed against his skin as she responded, whispering in her own sexy little voice, laced with its Russian accent.
“I’d like that.”
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Post by Blitz on Jul 28, 2009 23:18:12 GMT
Her slight touch was enough to stir him up, and he arched his back like a cat when her lips brushed against the skin of his ear. His silver eyes glinted with contained excitement: he hadn't had this much fun in some time. He sat up straighter as he backed off the couch. As soon as his feet hit the floor he pulled Angine up along with him, keeping his strong arms linked around her back so that their chests were barely separated. Once they were both standing, Devon put his arm around her lower back, guiding her toward the common room door. "Good then. I promise I'll give you a magical night," he emphasized the last part with higher volume so the rest of the room could hear. What was the harm in making a few people jealous in the process of having a little fun?
As the door swung shut behind them, Devon led her a few paces down the corridor. It was deserted, the only footsteps were their own. They rounded a corner and reached a particularly dim nook in the stone wall, illuminated only by a flickering torch above. Here Devon halted and held Angine at a slight distance. "I don't know much about you, but what I know I like. But I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me," he paused, backing her against the cold stone and pinning her there loosely, "I am not a 'good boy.' So if that's what you're looking for, you ought to go back and play Gobstones with your little friends." Devon highly doubted this was the case with Angine, but he had to be sure. Some girls never knew what they were getting into with him. He shifted back the slightest, offering her the option to squeeze by him if she so desired to go back to the common room after all.
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Post by Mavrick on Jul 29, 2009 1:36:11 GMT
Angine played eye candy as Devon grabbed her up and led her out of the Common Room, she even glanced over her shoulder at the Durmstrang boys and gave them a cheeky little wave. She could feel her heart nervously beating in her throat, anticipation of the coming events making her blood pump faster, making her body heat up considerably. When Devon spoke again, she listened, and she made no attempt to stop him from moving her around as she felt the cold stone at her back.
His warning was almost sweet, and she hadn’t expected it. She only had an idea of what she was getting herself into, but now she was driven to find out just how bad he was. She leaned into the cool stone behind her, pushing her shoulders against it as she shifted the lower half of her body out a bit further. She raised her leg, bending it at the knee and gently ran her kneecap up and then down Devon’s thigh.
“I never expected you to be good,” she said quietly as she idly began to unbutton her school blouse. One and then two, she removed her hands to expose her newly acquired breasts, standing round and at attention in her white lace bra. “I don’t like good,” she continued casually, though she eyed him with eyes full of bottled passion, waiting for him to unleash himself on her, and give her a damn good ride.
“So give me your worst… or should I say best?”
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Post by Blitz on Jul 29, 2009 2:40:03 GMT
He really didn't need to be told twice.
As she unbuttoned her blouse, Devon let out a low, barely audible growl. He traced the pad of his finger lighty along the line where the fabric of her bra stopped and her soft skin began. He moved his hands down to her stomach, and they lingered there for a moment. Without warning he grasped her small arms with large hands, pinning her wrists one by one against the wall away from her sides. He looked into her eyes while his own glittered with lust. Lowering his head, his eyelids fluttered shut as his lips covered hers in a hungry kiss.
Using the newfound leverage, he pressed his groin against her hip and deepened the kiss. With a bit of maneuvering, he moved so that Angine's leg that was previously teasing his thigh was now wrapped around the small of his back. He broke the kiss only to trace a line with his tongue from the spot where shoulder meets neck, up to behind her earlobe.
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Post by Mavrick on Jul 29, 2009 3:06:28 GMT
The first move often set the pace of the whole event, and as Angine kissed Devon back, she couldn’t help but smirk inwardly as she realised that this was going to be very, very good. She had discovered in recent months that she loved men who took initiative, and loved even more to be told and shown what to do. Her hands loved the feel of being pinned under his much larger ones, and she tightened her grip around him when he moved her leg around his hip, using the leverage to move her hips into him a little harder than before.
She groaned as his tongue abandoned her mouth to trail up her neck, and she ground her pelvis into him in response, one hand setting into his hair, winding her long fingers into it, silently spurring him on. She was dying to know what he’d do next, she was almost shaking with excitement, her heart beating a mile a minute, her skin felt hot and the stone behind her did well to cool her.
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Post by Blitz on Jul 29, 2009 3:54:13 GMT
He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling heavily in tandem with Angine's. With his previous partners Devon found that he quite enjoyed being in control, but it was even more satisfying when he realized how well it was being received. Hearing her moan, Devon was urged on. With a swift movement, he lessened the pressure on her wrists and allowed her to regain control of her hands. Instead, he busied his own fingers by grasping onto her hips which were so perfectly shaped. He kissed her again, sliding his moist tongue around hers.
His hands slid around her hips and rested on the curve of her backside. He squeezed lightly before lowering his hands even further, bunching up the fabric of her skirt as he felt along the inside of her thigh. Though his fingers were moving tormentingly slow, it was clear he was not about to stop any time soon.
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Post by Mavrick on Jul 31, 2009 8:02:33 GMT
Angine considered, in a moment of coherent thought, that it would be pretty easy for them to get caught, since they hadn’t really gone that far from the common room to begin with. Though she found it difficult to concentrate as Devon’s talented fingers ran up the inside of her thigh, she remembered the way to an old abandoned classroom out of the way. She figured she’d take him there before they got too carried away, though with the way he could manipulate her so easily, she was beginning to think she would fuck him right there if he persisted enough.
Lowering her leg from around him she grabbed his hand that was up her skirt, tugging it away as she pushed off from the wall. “Come on,” she encouraged as she led him further into the dungeons, skipping along like the tease she was. They made several turns at various intersections until they were well and truly in the labyrinth under Hogwarts. When they reached the door she was looking for, barely a minute had passed, and she turned to face him, leaning up slightly to kiss him, slower than before, but very deliberately. She moved her tongue across his lips and then into his mouth, her hands sliding down his torso, her fingers winding into his belt loops.
She reluctantly removed her lips from his after a good time had passed, and she turned slightly to push the old door open, revealing an old classroom, still assembled, left to accumulate dust many years ago. It came complete with a dusty old fireplace and a big teacher’s desk at the head of the room, one that she had been told was excellent for throwing oneself across when you were pressed for a comfortable surface. And if they were to look close (though unlikely) they would see the old quill holders had already been knocked over, one or two having toppled off the end and smashing on the stone floor.
With one hand still twisted in Devon’s pants, she walked in, knowing he couldn’t exactly stop her, but she didn’t expect he’d be unwilling.
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