The day was pretty bright, and though the air was cool and crisp, it was not yet sharp enough to render the need for a cloak or jacket when one ventured onto the grounds, as Orion found himself doing. The sun was rather bright, providing a nice warmth to his pale skin as he strode to the training grounds of the school.

The lone snake shed himself of his outer robes as soon as he crossed into the training arena, rolling the sleeves of his white oxford up in preparation for what was next. Every other day the boy liked to use the training grounds for spell and duelling practice. While it was typically used to teach firsties how to fly, the duelling clubs of Hogwarts often used it for training sessions as well, since the duelling chambers were often rendered too small for so many to practice in. Orion was prone to agree, and also the dueling chambers were packed with students who wanted to practice what they learned in DADA. Especially the fifth years, who had OWLs, and the seventh years who had NEWTs.

The sixth year first set about collecting a decent amount of good sized rocks, placing them strategically around him in a circle, and then enlarging them until they were made up of all shape and sizes. Some were good sized boulders, others were nearly as tall as him. Taking hold of his wand, he pointed it at one of the boulders and called, "Confringo!"

The thing exploded in an impressive shower of chunks of rock, and he held his arm up to shield his eyes and face from the flying rocks, and immediately set to work on mastering the spell silently. He had no reason to think he would be interrupted, but there was no mistaking the sound of falling footsteps approaching. With a sneer on his lips, the boy shot off the blasting spell silently, not waiting to see if the non-verbal version of the spell had worked for him before he was turning on his heel, wand already aimed at the approaching figure who dared to encroach on his training time and silently casted the incarcerous spell, watching the ropes explode from the end of his wand and head straight toward it's mark where, if they hit, they would tie around them.

The Slytherin Head Girl had woken quite early and gotten a hot shower, taking care to dry and style her hair perfectly before lining her eyes in thick, black coal and smirking at her devilish reflection. She’d then moved right along to her dress, snatching a simple black pleated skirt that fit with school dress code, slipping on her white blouse and tucking it in as was proper. She slid a black petticoat under the skirt to make it poof out nicely, grinning at the effect as she slipped on Slytherin knee socks and black heels.

Her freshly pressed shirt was buttoned at the wrists and up the front as was strictly proper, and she easily did up her Slytherin tie in a prim knot. She ran her hands over her outfit, smiling at the crispness of the fabric before gathering her cloak and wand. Laurette summoned the leather satchel of books that she needed for the day, and headed to the Hall for breakfast and to make sure there were no students breaking any rules.

The morning had been rather dull as she’d eaten a scone and some tea before attending her first class of the day. Once it had ended, she decided to venture outside, docking ten points from a running second year along the way. She had her cloak in her arm, enjoying the crisp air and the warmth of the sun. It was a lovely day, and she thought she might get in a bit of practice before her Defense class that would take place after lunch.

The girl was eager to prove herself worthy of highest standing in her class, and so she was determined to practice. She would not only practice her skills, but also her ability to lie, cheat, and steal. She was a true snake, after all, and her cunning knew no bounds. Her heels clicked on the stone path as she made her way toward the training grounds, muttering a spell along the way to keep the pointed heels from digging into the ground once she vacated the path. She did not want to ruin one of the most expensive and exquisite pair of shoes she owned!

Laurette strode haughtily up to the training grounds and threw a quick shield up in front of her, nose pointed to the sky as she huffed at the boy who had nearly managed to wrap her in ropes. “You had best not try that again,” she commanded, flicking her wand and silently sending a disarming spell his way. He would probably block it if he was paying any bit of attention to her wand movements, but she didn’t much care. It would still send a message not to mess with her. She was one of the highest skilled witches at the school, after all.

“I require room to practice,” she commented, peering at him with an icy glare. “I suggest you vacate the area and run along to class or whatever it is you should be doing at the moment. Unless, of course, you’d like a detention?” It was as if she was offering him a treat rather than a punishment. Her cruel gaze continued to pierce his form as she stood, wand held in her fingertips and hand on her hip, ready to duel should he decide to partake in such practice. That would work for her, as it was a more practical way to get in a bit of practice for Defense, really. She did hope he’d give her an excuse to hand out a detention, though. It did make her so happy to show a little abuse of power.

It seemed the dressed up poodle of a head girl was the one to intrude on his time within the training grounds, and unfortunately, she blocked his spell. Pity too, since he would've loved to have gagged her as well. Of all the Sytherin and pureblood witches around, Laurette LeBeau was by for the worst of them. Fortunately, Orion didn't care enough about the girl to formally dislike her, though he wouldn't care if she fell off a cliff and to her death either.

Typically a meeting or run in with her was cause for indifference, but today was different, as he easily blocked her disarming spell non-verbally with a flick of his own wand, looking nothing more than bored as she warned him against sending anymore spells her way. Her demands were laughable, at best. While it was true that most Slytherins had an arrogance streak a mile wide, this one took the cake when it came to that.

However, Orion had never given into any demands set before him, and he saw no reason to start now. A slow smirk curled his lips and his blue eyes laughed at her. "Perhaps you should run along LeBeau, or have you forgotten that the training areas work on a first come, first serve basis? If so, I am only too happy to refresh your memory." The boy purposefully moved forward so that they were toe to toe, effectively displaying that he would not be intimidated by her head badge and arrogance.

"I am not leaving. Where I should be is really no concern of yours, and unless I am breaking some kind of rule, I will not be serving any detention. Try your power trips on some Gryffindor LeBeau, because it certainly will not work here." He spoke in a bored drawl, and smirked mockingly as his eyes raked over her form only to arch a brow as they came to meet her own dark gaze. "Perhaps you should also spend less time playing dress up in the morning and then you might get here before someone else does."

Laurette snarled at the boy as he mocked her. Didn’t he realize who she was? Oh, he obviously did, since he seemed so unconcerned with her status and went so far as to tell her to flaunt it before some lions for fun. She was full of anger as he stood there in her way, refusing to back down. Who did this idiot think he was anyway? Her housemates seemed determined to undermine her authority, and she would have none of that. The French girl had half a mind to sic Fletch on this fool and take away all that ego that was practically pulsing off of his very being.

His name came to her in an instant as she remembered docking points from her own house over the years for his stubborn pride. “Ramellien,” she hissed, eyes narrowed into angry slits. “Why must you always press your luck with me? Haven’t you learned that you never win?” Even as she spoke, Laurette was trying to think of some way she could get him into trouble. Of course, simply being at the training grounds was nothing to get in trouble for, but if he was supposed to be in class… “Aren’t you supposed to be in a lesson right now? You know how professors feel about skipping class.”

She peered at him, waiting for a reaction. If he had one, then she’d caught him. If he didn’t, well, she’d have to figure out some other way to get him out of her hair. She still had to deal with his jab about her dress as well. “You know, some of us actually take pride in how we look. Flawless is a state of mind and a state of being, after all. You might actually look half decent if you gave a little effort, but it seems that is far too difficult for your pea sized brain to comprehend. Perhaps my standards are just too high for you to even dream of reaching.”

With her nose in the air, Laurette attempted to push past the boy and enter the training area for her own practice, not too surprised when his bulk didn’t budge. “Now, get out of my way Ramellien. Go to class before you actually earn a detention or lose our house a sum of points!”

His smirk only grew more devilish as she snarled and hissed at him, her haughty and angry attitude really no surprise to him. Over the years, Orion had a number of meetings with Laurette LeBeau and to her credit, he had been caught in a few situations which resulted in the loss of points and maybe a detention at some point, but things were different now.

For one, Orion was not breaking any rules, and two, she was making it thoroughly easy to ruffle her feathers. The look in his eyes was a clear indicator that he was going to enjoy knocking her down a peg or two. "On the contrary LeBaeu, I would think you would have learned it's a waste of your time trying, and failing I might add, to boss me around. It really does speak volumes about your intelligence and ability to learn from your mistakes."

Orion spoke in a good natured tone, but there was no mistaking his obvious dig at the girl. It was probably his most distinguished characteristic. His ability to keep his cool in an aggressive conversation. The boy truly was remarkable when it came to his swift and cunning tongue, but his hot temper often flared in the rare cases when someone else got the better of him. It was rare, but it was known to have happened.

But he was not worried about losing his control of his temper with LeBeau. The prissy snake was arrogant without a cause to be, thinking so highly of herself it really was laughable. Which most of their housemates and schoolmates did behind her back. Those, like himself, who actually went about putting the girl in her place, which was beneath them, were the only ones who did her the courtesy of laughing in her face.

Which he did now, only it wasn't really a laugh but a malicious chuckle that promised whips of his lashing tongue. "I would say they would disapprove highly of cutting classes, much the same as they would should it ever come to light that a certain Head Girl abused her entrusted power deliberately at every turn." His blue eyes glittered with knowing at her as again a slow, smirk curled his lips. "I suppose it's a good thing I've got a free period now. I'm not so sure what to say about that Head Girl however."

It was true he had a free period now, which allowed Orion to disregard any threat of detention or point loss completely, and gave him the upper hand in this battle of egos and wit. The boy would readily admit he was every bit as arrogant as the female before him, but there was a slight yet distinctive difference. He could actually back up his arrogance, and dominated the playing field so to speak. Where she allowed his words to get the best of her temper, he easily kept his in check with mocking retorts that cut even deeper to her over enlarged pride, and her demand for respect merely made him think less of her.

There were those who garnered respect because others genuinely feared them with a sort of insane reverence, and those were very few. Orion could only think of a handful at Hogwarts, and that included himself, Malfoy, and Potter. Then there were those who were not feared, but hated with a vengeance that served only to create disrespect for them, and that was the group Laurette fell into. She could be dangerous, and was most certainly viscous, that much was true of every snake and every snake deserved a decent amount of respect for those aspects alone. But the current Slytherin head girl was not close to being in the ring with the big boys, that much was certain. And Orion looked at her in such a way that his eyes said all this without the aide of his mouth for once.

His smirk turned positively cruel as he took aim with his words once again. "Now see, that is the difference between you and me LeBeau, and it's one of the many reasons why no matter what you say or do, you'll always end up right where you belong. Which is below me." His vindictive eyes sparkled at her. "You see, you admit you have to actually try, whereas me, well, I was born and bred superior in all things, including looking impeccable without spending hours trying to accomplish the look, as you undoubtedly do, and fail at, I might add again." He flashed a charming smile that looked so completely out of place given his most recent words, that there was no mistaking it's mocking intent.

Her attempt to push past him actually brought a laugh forward from the boy as he simply stood in her way, not moving an inch as she demanded. "Do yourself a favor and save yourself the embarrassment Laurette because I am not leaving and no amount of your threats will make me since they hold no conviction."

“One person calls it abuse, another calls it dolling out proper punishments,” she sniffed, nose held high as the boy spoke condescendingly of her. His assessment that he did indeed have a free period only made Laurette angry. She couldn’t get him into trouble for this then, and that meant she was most likely not going to get any practice in. Well, aside from practice in tongue lashings. If she was being honest though, there were many other things she’d like to do involving Ramellien and her tongue.

Shaking the image of a very nude Orion from her mind, Laurette focused on his mocking tone. She couldn’t help but growl as her heart sank at his words. He was calling her less than pretty, and it hurt. Perhaps it was a weakness of sorts, but the older Slytherin really did crave some attention from the opposite sex, especially this particular specimen.

The bossy girl popped a hip and crossed her arms, raising one slender brow at the boy and standing stoically before him. “Well, I’m not leaving either, so I suppose we’re at a stalemate. I need to work on some spells and you happen to be in the perfect place for me to do so. Thus, I’m sticking around. There’s nothing abusive about that, and there’s no rule that says I can’t stay here, either.” It was petty and childish, but he’d upset her and it was all Laurette could really justify doing. At least she could annoy the hell out of him for his efforts at being a complete arse.

At the moment, what she really wanted was to have her brother come alter the pompous male’s mind. Maybe if he suddenly felt weak and belittled all the time he’d stop saying things that hurt the head girl and instead would look up to her like he should. Like they all should. Why was it so damned hard for her peers to accept that she was their leader? She was the head girl! They should respect and admire her!

“You know, Ramellien,” she snapped, glaring icily at the boy. “The way you describe your breeding and purity… It sounds like you’re describing some kind of stallion rather than a man. I mean, I understand bragging about being hung like one, but the other aspects aren’t exactly flattering. Unless you find a girl who is really into long faces.”

Orion let out a laugh at her expense, his blue eyes glinting in the sunlight as they crinkled in his laughter. As handsome as he was with a smirk, his good looks increased with his laughter. Only, his laugh cut just as deep as his double edged words, and so there was little for anyone else to be happy about when he did. It was truly amusing, her plan to stay even though she knew very well she would only be wasting her time. His gaze told her he knew her little plan, and his smirk said he would make sure it backfired on her.

"And you honestly wonder why you receive such little respect?" He questioned rhetorically and sarcastically, neither expecting nor needing a response. The girl was as ridiculous as they came, clueless and lacking in nearly every possible way. "Your mature attitude and ways astounds me Miss LeBeau." He went on to add, each word dripping with sarcasm as he smirked at the brunette. "Seriously. You're the stuff of a true leader." He mocked her, knowing it would hit her already bruised ego.

Her icy glare only further antagonized his cruel smirk, and her words had the boy's mind swimming in an entirely new direction of ideas. His blue eyes raked over her form slowly, and intentionally, glittering with malice as he stepped forward, and continued to do so until he had her trapped up against one of his giant rocks and was invading her personal space, one hand on either side of her head, boxing her in. Oh, he would enjoy playing this game, and his smirk said it all. "Funny you should say that Laurette, when we all know just how eager you are to find out just how 'hung' I am."

Her belly tingled as Orion got closer to her, trapping her against one of his boulders after having teased her about her leadership skills. The truth was she knew she wasn’t a great leader. She desired to rule by fear rather than support and strength. It was difficult for her to deal with his words, but she didn’t let it show, because she was much too focused on his proximity to her, and the way his body heat poured off of him in waves, warming her up so that she felt utterly overdressed in her uniform.

His words were meant to burn her, but instead they lit a fire that had her ready to act without thinking. In a mere moment, she reached in between them and cupped his crotch, applying just a bit of pressure that she knew drove guys crazy. “Hmm, not quite like a horse, but I’d say you’re hung rather pleasingly.” Sure, it was a bit odd for her to actually compliment the boy, but there was one thing Laurette did not lie about, and that was sex. She was a connoisseur of sorts, and she wasn’t about to call a fine caviar a simple jar of bait.

Laurette could feel her own desire building in her abdomen as she continued to hold the bulge in his trousers, eyes wide with wanton need. “If you expected some blushing embarrassment, you might want to stick to Hufflepuffs, oh Stallion,” she said with a smirk, leaning in to place her lips just over his but not quite touching. Their breaths mingled and she shivered with desire.

“As volatile as you are, you are a great male specimen. I happen to think that sex doesn’t need an emotional connection. Really, angry sex is often more satisfying than loving sex, and who are you to deny a lithe female body with no strings attached?” Each move of her lips led to them touching those of the boy she was trying to seduce. If she didn’t manage to convince him, she’d just take care of things herself, but it was always more fun with a partner. “We’re both adults, right? Who says we can’t… indulge a bit? No one would ever know…”

The French female squeezed lightly on the package she held so tenderly. Even if this encounter didn’t result in the sex she wanted, it would at least be wonderful material to think back on when she took care of the burning need between her legs. Oh yes. This little altercation was totally worth it.

When not more than a minute later Orion felt her hand gripping his crotch, his smirk widened, but there was hardly surprise in his eyes. She had taken the bait, and it was a shame too, because the boy had thought the chase would've been fun. It was a huge stroke to his ego though, that the older girl wanted him badly enough to bypass playing hard to get.

"You disappoint me LeBeau. Here I thought I would have to work you up properly, only to find.." Orion trailed off with a devilish smirk as he roughly shoved her legs apart with one of his knees, and reciprocated her action by sliding a hand between her legs and under her panties and stroking her already soaked core. He clearly wasn't wasting time, even if he was still mocking her as he finished his statement. "You're already ready for me."

It wasn't hard to tell the boy was game for this little tryst, but the look in his eyes said that he wouldn't be gentle, and he wouldn't care what she wanted. Oh, he would please her. There was no doubt about that. But it would done his way, and Orion was not a gentle force. He would take her hard, but he knew the girl wanted it. Had wanted it. For a while. "Tell me LeBeau, how long have you been fantasizing about this hmm?"

He taunted her, his smirk clearly showing that he had every intention of playing with his food before sinking his teeth into it. He had no qualms about his hardening member still clasped in her hand, and he allowed his finger to find her sensitive nub and rub on it in a torturously slow fashion, never allowing for full contact between their lips. She would beg before they got any further. That he would make sure of.

The smirk was something that constantly aroused Laurette whenever she got Ramellien worked up, and the way he slid his hand between her legs had her biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning her desire. Her hand tightened on his package when he slid his finger between her soaked lips, mocking her in such a way that made her desperate to do the same to him. They had a struggle for power, and this was the one man she wanted to utterly defeat her.

It was her secret wish to have Orion degrade her completely. She wanted him to tear away her superiority then fuck her brains out. He would completely dominate her, take away her perceived strength and any ability she had to fight and she’d be his completely, if only for the time of the act. It was primal and wanton and the very idea made her walls contract as his finger played with her panic button, teasing her but never letting her get over the edge.

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about you for a long, long time,” she murmured, still cupping his balls as she used her other hand to undo the button and zip of his trousers. “I just wonder if you’re man enough to actually take control.” She was baiting the boy, but that was exactly what she wanted. Laurette was determined to get him worked up enough that he became her fantasy man. The devious dominant male who would impale her mercilessly, restrain her so she could do nothing to stop it, and fill her so completely that she would beg him to take everything from her again and again.

A glance down showed Orion he had been correct in assuming she had begun to undo his trousers, and a slow, almost cruel smirk grew on his face as he raised his laughing blue eyes to meet her dark ones. A low, dark chuckle rose from his lips at her words, the boy not rising to her bait. This was his game, and he would come out on top. His glittering gaze was the only indication that something unexpected was about to happen before, in one quick and strong action, the boy took hold of her panties and ripped them until they fell to the ground.

Not stopping there, he snatched her hands, pulling them none too gently a over her head and pinning them there roughly by the wrists with one of his hands, nearly slamming them against the rock he had her pinned to. With a warning look at the older Slytherin, he shoved his free hand back between her legs and forcefully entered her hot core with two of his long and slender digits, roughly pumping them in and out of her.

His plan? To dominate the irritating girl. In every way possible. Orion had no doubts that she would beg for more, and he would thrive in it. The boy was positive the pureblood wench he was currently shoving his fingers into recklessly had ever before begged for anything, the selfish and spoiled brat that she was. She probably had everything she wanted handed to her on a silver platter.

But not him. Oh no. His smirk was definitely cruel as he stared coldly into her dark eyes. It would definitely cost her to experience the plans he had in store for her. And the price was her pride, and arrogance. That would get her no where in this situation. She existed in this place for the sole purpose of being used by him, and nothing more. Only then would he show her just how manly he was. The control was already his, had been for longer than she probably even realized.

"Beg for it." He leaned in to whisper hotly in her ear, and even now his disdain and mock was clear in his tone. "Beg for it like you would beg for your life. Like the little slut you are." He smirked against her neck, now rubbing her clit with his thumb. "You know you want to."

Yes. The feeling of being utterly dominated was amazing and sent shivers of desire through her veins. The tearing of the fabric between her legs made her gasp for air, and his rough touch to her wrists brought a mewl from her lips. She hung limply from his grasp, knees gone weak with the thrust of his fingers. Gods did he ever know how to make her body sing, and it was all she could do to keep from begging for more.

Laurette panted with need as his fingers dug into her core, poking at the nerves that had her ready to explode. She ust wanted him to impale her, and fast. Those fingers were simply not enough. She needed him. His hot member taking everything it could from her, yes, that was her fantasy of the moment. The fact that they were in a rather public place also made her body hum with excitement, and she couldn’t help but let out a moan of desire.

“Oh yes, please,” she moaned into his neck, hips shifting to urge his thumb to press a bit harder, move a bit more. He wanted her to bed, well she’d give him begging. She was in such a position of wanton desire that she didn’t even care how degrading she might find it in a normal situation. This was carnal pleasure, and she was hungry for it. “Ramellien, please, take me!”

The girl felt like a bit of a slag, but she also felt good. She felt on fire with lust, and all she could think about was getting this boy’s rod inside of her. “Show me what you have, big boy. Give me all you got and more! I deserve to be ruthlessly pounded like the dirty girl I am. Take me. Hurt me. Make me scream from sensory overload and then give me even more!”

Perhaps it was more than he expected, but Laurette was sure the boy would appreciate her form of begging. She just hoped he would take her suggestions and make it difficult for her to walk the rest of the day.

Orion could feel her need for him pulsing through her hot and wet core as her walls clamped around his long fingers over and over again. He could feel her want for him vibrating through her body and he smirked arrogantly. This was much too fun and it was only about to get better.

The boy easily slipped a third finger into her slippery trap, crooking his fingers to help over stimulating her in a way he knew would have her wanting even more than she currently did. Meanwhile, his thumb was moving her hot button in first a fast rotation, and then a slower one in a way he knew would have her tense with near release only to not get it.

Of course she wouldn't get it. That was the idea. The boy leaned forward and bite her pale neck roughly, sucking on the skin where he bit to give her a mark she would not soon forget. Satisfied with his handiwork while the girl begged all too well for him to take her and treat her like the slag she really was, Orion smirked cruelly at her. His blue eyes were mocking in an all new way as he ceased all movement

He removed his hand from between her legs, still holding her pinned roughly to the rock and brought his hand up to her vile mouth and shoved his fingers in it none too gently. He was not worried about anyone else being around or stumbling upon them. Most of the other students feared him as much as they did Malfoy and Potter but it would only be humiliating to the head girl should someone discover them. She was the one who had lost all dignity, and self respect by this point.

"What a dirty mouth for someone who claims purity." He slid his fingers in and out of her mouth, threatening her with his gaze should she bite. "I think I've got something else for that mouth of yours LeBeau." Icy blue eyes showed no emotion of pleasure as he removed his hand from her mouth and easily slipped his well sized member that stood at full attention out from his slacks. He did not release her hands from his grip, choosing instead to keep her restrained. He cocked a brow at her in challenge though his eyes never lost their ever present mocking gleam. "Come and get it, if you want it."

The dangerous Slytherin’s addition of a third finger had Laurette keening for sweet release as he filled her quivering body, arousing her to new heights and torturously keeping bliss just out of her reach. She sputtered more incoherent begging and his thumb mercilessly teased her aching clit, causing her to cry out as her legs shook uncontrollably.

Laurette was sure that if the strong male let go of her wrists she would fall to the ground, so weak with built up desire she couldn’t stand on her own two feet. She cried out at the loss of contact when his fingers left her sopping mound only to groan around them as they were thrust into her open mouth. It wasn’t the first time she’d tasted her own essence, and it wasn’t the first time she’d been ridiculously turned on by it either. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked on the sticky digits that were literally fucking her mouth. When they left she gasped for air and looked at the boy through a heavily hooded gaze.

That look was pure ice and pride and it made her juices flow down her inner thighs. Yes. Dominating and demanding and refusing to give her what she truly wanted. That was so… perfect. She moaned and struggled against his hold, wishing to do exactly as he asked and sink to her knees before his Adonis-like form. His shaft was there, weeping for her attention, looking like a slick lolli ready for a good lick. “Mmm, please,” she groaned, squirming ever more in his grasp until she felt her back sliding down the boulder. Ah, yes. Her hands might still be restrained, but she was now much closer to her target and she could smell his musky aroma.

Her tongue darted out to taste the shining tip of his penis, slipping along his slit while she looked up at him with heated eyes. Ever so slowly, she licked around the head, then took just that into her lips, sucking hard and letting go with an audible ‘pop’. She moaned as she shifted closer to him, letting her lips and teeth run along the entire shaft starting at the base and making her way back to that engorged head, nibbling and teasing along the way. Laurette took him then in one swift move completely into her mouth. His member slid along her tongue all the way to the back of her throat where she swallowed, contracting the muscles around it and milking him in a way that she knew would drive him mad.

The only thing wrong was that she didn’t want to be left without him inside of her. She wanted to feel him more than this, and a grand image filled her mind. He’d take her from behind and finally spurt his hot seed over her back, marking her used and abused and laughing in that mocking way that was so him. It was a sick fantasy, but it had her whimpering before the boy as she continued sucking his dick, struggling uselessly to pull her wrists from the boy’s strong grasp.

There was no looking away from her gaze as her tongue flicked out of those lips to touch him for the first time. But not even then did Orion give her the satisfaction of a reaction. It was incredibly hard to do so, especially when those soft and supple lips finally slide of the head of his cock in such a hot way that he itched to grab her by the hair, force her head back, and fuck that incorrigible mouth of hers. The only thing that kept the boy from doing it was the fact that she would enjoy it too much, and while he was sure she had thoroughly enjoyed all actions so far, he didn't want to push his luck. His hardened member filling even one of her waiting and wanting holes like that might just tip her over the edge, something Orion was dead set on not happening.

The gleam in his eye should have alerted her to that. She really should have thought things through before starting something he would not allow her to finish. Having this type of control over someone was what aroused Orion, not the girl's actions specifically. He couldn't deny she had a great body, and she was of the classic beauty era. If it weren't for the giant stick shoved up her arse Orion was fairly sure she would have makes lining up around the corridors for a shot just to be in her vicinity. As it stood though, her coarse attitude left much to be desired for many the male population. But having her at the mercy of his well developed cock was arousing in the best of ways.

The only indication that he enjoyed her hot, moist mouth swallowing his member was the tightening of his hold on her wrist, and Orion was sure he would leave bruises there but he didn't care. He focused on seeing the exciting want and need in that heated gaze of hers while keeping his hips from bucking forward into the inviting cavern. He had more control than that. Some may say this was no way to enjoy a woman. But this was the only way to enjoy a witch like Laurette LeBeau. Any amount of enjoyment on his part would give her some form of pride, and he was determined to strip her of that altogether.

He pulled himself from her mouth, and pumped himself a few more times before spurting his hot and sticky load all over her arrogant, pristine face. It was a satisfying release only because of how degrading it was to the witch on her knees. It wouldn't surprise Orion if she enjoyed it. His smirk turned cruel as he dropped his hold on her wrists, blue eyes as cold as ever. There could never be any other feelings when she was concerned. She had made that clear along time ago. There was only using her before she used him. He replaced his member inside his trousers and zipped them back up, buttoning them as well. Leaning down with a disgusted sneer for the head girl who looked no better than a cheap slag, he gave his parting words in a hiss. "How does it feel Laurette, to want something you will never have?" The boy was not naive however, knowing the girl's idiot tendency to strike out when angered, so his wand had been ready, and he fasted a shield around himself as he backed away with a new swagger and exited the arena.

Laurette knew what was coming before he’d even started to tense up. She knew from the amount of time that had passed, the way he felt against her tongue, and the way he was peering at her when she peeked up at his eyes. The boy wasn’t going to do anything to her. He wasn’t going to get her off. He wasn’t going to penetrate her body again and he sure as hell wasn’t going to care about it. Oh well. It still gave her good material to take care of herself, and she did rather enjoy the domination as sick as it seemed. Something about being ordered to do things, even when there was clearly a way for her to decline… it was incredibly arousing and freeing.

She closed her eyes just before his seed hit her face, effectively keeping it from burning her eyes and thus still able to enjoy the sticky feeling of being used. She licked her lips and glared at him until he dropped her wrists and she finally fell to the ground, knees even unable to hold her up so that she was sitting on her hip with her legs folded a bit beside her. She was a mess, she knew, and she would need to straighten up before she could return to the castle, but she had a bit more in mind for the idiot Slytherin she’d just finished off.

As the stinging hex she’d sent his way hit his shield and sparked out of life, she growled and flipped off his retreating form. The damned egotistical prat. He might think he’d won, but she’d been just as successful. After all, she’d gotten him to touch her, to pump his digits within her core and feel her heat around him. She’d tasted him and he’d liked it, too. Stupid boy. Didn’t he realize that by giving her even a little bit he’d lost? He’d given in, and that was not Ramellien’s game.

Laurette smirked to herself as she leaned against the boulder and waved her wand a few times, cleaning herself up and fixing her clothes, perfecting her hair and uniform so that she looked just as perfect as before the encounter. The girl intended to get to her room before she had to worry about classes. She had something to take care of for herself, and she had plenty of time. She’d imagine that gleam in his eyes and the smirk on his face when he lost control. She’d hear his grunting noises and feel the restraint in his body from trying to hold back the natural bucking of his hips. Mmm. It was already making her hot and bothered and she wasn’t even back to the Snake Pit yet.