Since the arrival of her letter from home, Aubrey had been hell-bent and determined to do something stupid- without permission. Sure, her parents could control if and when she got a broom. Brooms were expensive after all, but pets… Pets were affordable on the spending money she had for weekends in Hogsmeade. If the Ravenclaw wasn’t getting any pussy of the human variety, she figured she could at least get herself a kitten to cuddle.

Thus, the redhead made her way through the halls clad in her favorite ‘BRAINIAC’ tee and dark skinny jeans. She was a woman on a mission, and practically oozed power as she strode with confident steps toward the big oak doors, wavy hair billowing behind her and eyes narrowed slightly in determination. There was only one thing missing. Aubrey needed a companion to give an opinion as to which kitten was the best and smartest one.

Knowing she didn’t exactly have many ‘friends’ aside from her sisters, and wanting to hide this expedition from those two, Aubrey did what any logical person would. She grabbed the nearest warm body and started dragging. ”Say, you wouldn’t want to escort a girl like me to the village, would you? Of course you would! Oh yay!”

Aubrey pulled with surprising strength, forcing her captive along behind her. She was heading for the pet store and he was coming along whether he liked it or not!

Orion had taken a late start for the day, choosing to have a bit of a lie in before dragging himself from the warmth and comfort of his bed and into the bathroom for a hot shower. The water felt especially good on his aching muscles. Draco was putting them through hell during practices lately, thanks to another loss to Gryffindor. In all fairness, they had all played their best, and in the end luck just hadn't been on their side. It happened. Nothing they could do about luck, and they all knew luck was just as much factor in Quidditch as skill and raw talent was.

Either way, practices since then had been bloody brutal, and ever since the match of dust doom, Orion felt like he could never be clean enough. So he had taken to taking extra showers, scrubbing himself until he felt sure he was squeaky clean. After which, he dressed in a pair of black slacks and a long sleeved, blue button up shirt of a silk-like material. Once he was sure he was immaculate, the boy took to the castle in that cocky swagger that had his name on it.

The Slytherin was heading to the great hall, hoping to catch a late breakfast. His hands were in his pockets, his very presence exuded pride and arrogance, and there was a smirk on his lips. He had almost made it to the doors when someone grabbed him out of nowhere, and began dragging him through the entrance hall and toward the great oak front doors. Orion was confused and disoriented for a good ten seconds, ten seconds too long in his opinion, as the witch who had grabbed him yapped about him accompanying him.

It only took a split second for him to wrench himself out of her surprisingly strong grip, halting the process of heading to wherever she was apparently trying to drag him off to. It was only then, as he leveled her with a glare, that he realized who exactly had grabbed him. One of the McGregor triplets. But not just any one of the three. No, of course not. It had to be the Ravenclaw of the bunch. Orion almost groaned. Almost. Instead, the boy sneered at her. "Yes, actually, I do mind. Go on your own McGregor."

Well, she’d managed to get him out the big oak doors before he wrenched himself free and started glaring at her like the whiney little tool she knew Ramellien to be. Aubrey rolled her eyes with her hands on her hips and looked him up and down, waiting for him to shut his pompous mouth so she could put him in his place. The idiot seemed to forget just which member of the McGregor trio he was facing, and what her specialty was. Perhaps she’d just remind him.

”I know I said I was on a mission to find a pussy, but I didn’t mean you, Rammy,” she said with a cold grin. Oh, the big bad Slytherin didn’t scare her one bit. Other people found Ramellien to be a sort of terror, but Aubrey just thought he was full of big talk and not much else. She pulled a hand from her hip and grabbed her wand, holding it in a threatening way as she glared right back at his own angry blue gaze.

Threatening purple sparks flew from the tip of her wand as she wiggled it, looking him up and down before aiming it at his crotch. ”Though if you are going to act like one, I suppose you ought to have one, hmm?”

She licked her lip as her eyes flashed dangerously at the Slytherin. ”Now unless you want some permanent damage, I’d say you should continue walking toward the village with me so we can find the perfect, smartest little kitten for me. Wouldn’t you agree? Oh, you would?! Perfect! Let’s be off then!”

Orion only sneered all the more at the Ravenclaw. His day had been going good. Why did it have to be him she decided to drag off to the village in search of a bloody cat? Either way, he knew this McGregor triplet well enough to know that her threat was real, and shouldn't be treated as anything less. He had seen the kind of work the witch did to cocks, and it was never pretty. Impressive though, he would allow her that.

Regardless, the boy knew to choose his battles wisely. And this was one he wasn't going to fight without losing his dick, his testicles, or possibly both. And the witch was ruthless enough to really make good on her threat to make the end results permanent. So he would go along on her little mission. But he would go along on his own terms, and if she was so determined to have his company, he would enjoy giving it to her.

He rolled his cold blue eyes at her, his sneer fading on his lips to be replaced with a mocking smirk as he stepped towards her, so that his tall and proud form was nearly brushing against hers as he grabbed the wrist the hand that held her wand, moving it forcefully with his strong grip away from the direction of his crotch so his bits weren't in any danger. "I assure you McGregor, the only pussy on me is the one I sink my cock into. Care to give it a try?"

His eyes glinted down at her, his smirk curling his lips almost cruelly. Oh, he knew she had no interest in him, or any other male. He knew she would find him repulsing, and that was the point. If she wanted him to accompany her, she would suffer the consequences just as much as he was going to suffer her. With that, the Slytherin yanked her wand from her hand, stowing it in his own pocket. For now, she wouldn't need it. Annoying the hell out of her on this adventure of hers was more than enough prize to have him going along of his own free will. He was now determined to make her re-think her rash decision to threaten him along.

"You won't be needing that. And you will get back only when we return. Now. Move. I don't have all day to spend trying to find you a pussy to play with just because you are incapable of doing it on your own." He shoved her ahead of him in the direction of the village, following in his cocky swagger and arrogant smirk.

”You are such a disgusting pig, Ramellion!” she shrieked at the male, shrinking away from him as soon as he spoke about his ‘cock’ and how it plunged into pussies. That was such a disgusting mental image. So sad for the poor feminine flesh, being defiled in such a grotesque way. It made chills run down her spine and she shivered, hating that he was touching her and making sure she couldn’t stay effectively away from him.

She glared heatedly at the boy, looking up into those icy eyes and wanting nothing more than to make him hurt. ”You know very well that I have absolutely no desire to have any part of your brutish body anywhere near me-EEAH!” She screamed as he took her wand and pocketed it as if that was completely normal and just fine of him to do. ”You give that back, Ramellien, you give it back right now!” she yelled, but to no avail, as he was already shoving her along and telling her how she could have it back later.

With a series of muttered words that would have made her mother faint, Aubrey started stomping off toward the village. ”It is not that I cannot find one on my own, you stupid swine. It’s that I want another opinion so that I find the perfect pussy. And we are not discussing my love life here, so you can shut your idiot mouth before you make a fool of yourself.”

She flicked her hair back behind her, hoping it would catch him in the face as she strutted before him down the path to the village and through the semi-crowded street to the little shop that boasted ‘new arrivals.’ Perfect. They would have plenty of choices for her to take her pick from. Now she just needed to figure out how she would test the little fuzzballs for intelligence levels.

Entering the pet shop, Aubrey walked over to the large pen of felines, looking from furry little ball to furry little ball with confusion and excitement both clear on her eager face. ”Alright, Ramellien. If you know so much about the subject, help me find the very best pussy. And no boys!”

Her yells and obvious disgust and anger made Orion's smirk turn dangerously smug and satisfied. But the boy was far from being done with pushing her buttons. Oh, he would be hitting every single one every possible second. It was the price she would pay for forcing her company on him. Like he didn't have better things to be doing than hunting down a kitten for the spoiled brat. Her reactions were rather entertaining, but it was still an inconvenience to him to be tagging along with her. She was lucky he didn't simply hex her immobile and leave her.

As it was though, her string of curse words that would definitely have her house losing a good amount of points if a professor ever heard was mildly amusing. They also provided him his next prod at her most obvious annoyance button. "Quite the dirty little mouth you have there McGregor. I can show you how to use it more appropriately." He commented with his famous mocking smirk, easily keeping up with her stride.

He might have bothered to be offended by her terms for him, if it hadn't been for the fact that he considered himself so far above the Ravenclaw that her barbs didn't come close to making any kind of contact. Except to further provide insight as to how far he had pushed her thus far. And they weren't even to the village yet. This could be promising. "The only good pussy is the one located between your legs, though that could hardly be considered the perfect one. Might be though. Want me to check it out for you?"

Never in a million years would he actually follow through with his words, but he was on a mission to disgust her as much as possible. Orion continued to smirk at her mockingly, his blue eyes lit up cruelly. Unfortunately, his fun was put on hold as they reached the village and headed to the pet shop, looking, he was sure, like the oddest pair to any outside pair of eyes. He followed her into the shop as he had promised, and stood off to her side with his arms crossed over his chest casually. "That one." He said absently, not even bother to look at the kittens as he pointed in the general direction of one. "There. Now let's bag the patch of fur and go."

”EW! Ramellien, you are such a disgusting creature! You aren’t even a man. You are some base thing like a… a… a troll!” she spat at him, angry about all his vulgar comments. Oh, she wouldn’t let him anywhere near her mouth, nor the prettily trimmed area between her legs. Those things were not anything for him to ever see or do anything with, thank you very much. No. Ramellien was just her company for the moment so she didn’t get stuck with some reject kitten full of fail.

And he was not helping.

She stared at the kitten he’d pointed to, tilting her head and turning up her nose as it waddled around looking quite dumb. It was an ugly shade of grey like a dust bunny and it had crossed eyes and a rather squished nose. It was also a mix of frizz and curls and it was just… hideous. It almost looked like a familiar frizzy curly bush of hair, just the wrong color, but she shook her head. ”No. That thing is a reject. It is a failure of a kitten. Merlin, Ramellien. I think I should just use you to decide which one not to choose.”

Her hands were on her hips and her eyes were a bit dark with rage while the kittens tumbled around and did absolutely adorable things, which she completely ignored. She didn’t want adorable. She wanted smart. Was it so hard to find a little kitty with brains? After observing them for a few more minutes and taking note of which ones Ramellien seemed inclined toward so she could avoid them, the Ravenclaw dipped her upper body into the pen and picked up a tortoiseshell kitten that had an inquisitive look in her bright brown eyes.

Aubrey held it up, checking to be sure it was definitely female, then held it close to her chest and strutted up to the counter without even saying a word to the boy she’d dragged all the way here. His opinion didn’t matter now. She’d found her kitten. Once she’d paid for the kitten and a pretty red collar with a little tag and bell, she motioned for Ramellien to join her as she took her leave of the shop.

”Now then. You need a name. Hmm… how about… Grange? That sounds boyish though. Hermy? Myo? I think that’s kind of subtle and cute, don’t you, Rammy? Oh yes. I think we’ll call you Myo.” Apparently in her joy, the male became Rammy again. The Ravenclaw was clearly crazy, and was definitely naming a kitten after the girl she pined for. Nothing creepy or psychotic about that… no. Nothing odd at all.

Orion found himself unable to be offended, even if he should have been. How could he take anything she angrily tossed at him when he was having such an amusing time at her expense? The boy lived to get under the skin of others, and McGregor made it all too easy. It was almost too easy, to be honest. And he was quickly on his way to boredom. Which meant any remarks made going forward once he reached that point would be biting and cutting. Which would serve to make her angrier no doubt, and he would be amused again. It was a lovely cycle he had developed.

"McGregor, I am more man than you can ever handle. That's probably why you stick to pussies in the first place. Too afraid to handle the meat." He remarked back with a bored drawl, sounding for all the world as if she were just too stupid to really waste any further energy on and not at all worth his time. Which was true. "A reject for a reject then. It's a perfect fit." He replied uncaringly, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his icy eyes as if to further show how much he really did not care. Although, he really did think it was fitting, and his barb carried that across quite nicely.

The Slytherin continued to point at random kittens at his leisure, making further rude or arrogant comments on a whim whenever he felt. He didn't bother looking at the little balls of fluff rolling around and pouncing. He just pointed, not caring in the least, and not really paying attention to her. Orion strolled over to the door in his confident arrogance, not bothering to hold the door for her as he pushed through it, and hoped it smacked her in the face on her way out. He supposed he could go out of his way to make sure it did. She deserved a bloody nose.

Just as he was about to shove the door back at her, her words to the choice of a name for the kitten she had selected after she had spent more time than any one person should in choosing one in the first place caught up to him. "Grange? Hermy? Myo? McGregor. None of that is subtle at all. You're naming your pussy after the know-it-all Gryffindor. Any specific reason why?" His mocking smirk was back, a glint in his blue eyes as he quickly and easily put two and two together. He even ignored the horrendous nickname she seemed to have invented for him in light of this new information, cunning mind already drawing up conclusions on how best to use it. "Let me guess. You've got a wet pussy for Granger."

Of course the idiot boy would start talking about his man meat. Aubrey wrinkled her nose as he said the words, ignoring him and focusing on her choice of kitten. Just the simple fact that he’d thought she should have a reject cat made her sniff in irritation. She was not a reject. Her kitten would not be a reject either! It would just be the smartest feline in the castle, and it would make its mother quite proud.

Sticking her nose up in the air, she walked out of the door that the boy held rather suspiciously, ignoring the look of pure evil in his eyes and holding her kitten close to her chest, enjoying the way it purred and nuzzled into her. Apparently it was a fan of her chest, as it was kneading the soft tissue and curling up there, using the area as a sort of pillow. Ah, a female just like her- enjoyer of the softer sex. Apparently Ramellien did not understand such things, since he was still giving her that look as they left the shop.

”Myo is plenty subtle, Rammy!” she said, stopping suddenly and turning to face him, not really realizing that she would probably make him run into her this way. She was much too taken aback by his comment to care, as her jaw dropped open and she gaped at the Slytherin. ”My… I do not.. I… My pussy is not wet for her. It is named after her!” She decided to simply ignore the innuendo and pretend they were talking about the kitten in her arms, which seemed rather confused by the sudden loudness of Aubrey’s voice.

She petted the little creature and shushed it in an attempt to calm it down before glaring up at Ramellien once more. ”You are such a vulgar thing, you know that? It’s really disgusting. Your mother should wash your mouth out with soap! Maybe I should send her a letter telling her so. You know, as a ‘concerned friend.’” She was nearly growling at this point, trying to avoid letting anything slip about just how she felt about Gryffindor’s golden girl. Oh, but he already figured it out and she knew she had to be blushing by this point!

Aubrey was so frustrated, she squeezed the kitten a bit too tightly and it let out a sad little mewling noise that made the Ravenclaw gasp and look down with worry clear in her eyes. ”Oh no! Myo, I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay? You know I’d never want to hurt you, my little lion cub.” Oh, rats. That was definitely not a normal thing to call a kitten. Aubrey was so screwed. Why did she even bring Ramellien on this trip anyway?

Orion was smirkin like the cat that caught the canary, and even more so when she stopped so suddenly that he ran right into her. With enough force to knock her onto her bum on the ground. Ever the non-gentleman, he merely arched a brow, smirk widening cruelly and gaze mocking as he looked down at her. "Finally learning your place, McGregor? I suppose you really do have a bit of Ravenclaw in there. Now you can get on your knees like a good puppy and I'll give you a treat. Perhaps a nice, thick, piece of meat."

Meanwhile, he stood there in all his impeccable arrogance and cockiness, looking completely relaxed and at ease. There was not one thing about the boy that showed any kind of worry or wariness. Such was how Orion was. He thrived on getting under people's skin, and on remaining cool, calm, and collected in every situation. Take that one for instance. He had started out with nearly getting his bits blown off permanently, and had managed to turn the tables so completely that he came out on top any which way it was sliced. It was something he was truly gifted at.

"McGregor, your pussy is so wet for Granger I can practically smell it from here." He remarked with a roll of his eyes in a bored drawl, before adding on, "It's not a good odor either. Do you even use soap in the shower?" His remarks were steadily getting more cutting, but it was his nature. And she had asked for it by trying to force him along in the first place. Not to mention Orion couldn't really help himself. It was second nature to him to dish out such barbs. Especially when people were stupid enough to leave themselves so open to allow him to do it.

He laughed at the threat of a letter to his mother. Outright laughed at her, but like everything else usually was with the Slytherin, it was cruel and mocking, a retort already on his tongue ready to be fired back with ease. As if it had been waiting there already for the perfect moment to let it fly from his smirking lips. "Go ahead and write my mother. I'll just quill a letter to your own and let her know you've named your pussy after Granger. And yes. I will use the word pussy. Perhaps multiple times." By now he was back to his bored drawl, but there was no mistaking the promise in his maliciously sparkling blue eyes.

She really was making this all too easy. But most people did. Amatures who couldn't keep up with him in a simple battle of witty retorts. He constantly found himself so far ahead in the games of banter that he was waving to his competitor from the finish line. He merely rolled his again, standing there casually, yet tall and proud as ever with a knowing smirk. "I wonder what Granger would think of your pussy being a little lion cub. Think I'll go ask her.." He trailed off suggestively and didn't hesitate in strolling off without her. He knew she would catch up with him. He had her wand. And her secret. He was looking forward to whatever she would threaten him with to not tell a soul. He would enjoy letting her know that such things came with a price.

Aubrey held the small kitten close as she fell backwards, landing hard on her rump and groaning while tiny claws dug into her chest and caused her to wince in pain. ”Ouch! Myo, that hurts! Please don’t poke me like that…” She whimpered a bit, then clambered up to her feet and started quickly following after Ramellien, fear clenching her chest tightly in its cold fist.

”You get back here! Ramellien, you cannot tell Granger anything about anything, you terrible brute of a man!” So, maybe that wasn’t the best way to convince him to be nice to her, but Aubrey was panicking. He was going to talk to Hermione? He couldn’t do that! If he went to Hermione, she would think something terrible of the Ravenclaw, and that would ruin everything.

Of course, she hadn’t missed the jab at her womanly bits smelling bad or his desire to treat her like some slag with his horrible appendage between his legs. She nearly gagged at the very thought. If he ever tried to do anything to her, she’d hex the wrinkled would-be-leg off! She wasn’t above it. She’d done work to a muggle boy her sister had been seeing once before, after all.

Alas, she couldn’t focus on those things, however. It was much too important to stop him from ruining her whole future with the girl she had been having naughty dreams about for the past three plus years! She ran after him and grabbed his shoulder with one hand, the other arm still holding the little kitten close to her chest. ”Rammy! You cannot say a bloody word to her, do you hear me?!”

She pulled on his shoulder, demanding his attention. ”You will ruin everything if you talk to her, especially if you start spouting off about my pussy and Mione being a cute little lion cub…” She pulled her hand away from his shoulder and slapped it over her mouth, hating herself for saying too much yet again. Now he knew just how much she thought about Hermione, and she was sure she’d be paying for that slip of knowledge.

Orion ignored her yelled out words, which actually managed to pull a bit of a chuckle from the boy, who continued on at his leisurely pace, pretending he hadn't heard her. He was currently coming up with all the possibilities this little mission for a cat had provided him. Certainly he had managed to get ahold of a rather big and entertaining secret. Ah, and the ways he could use it were proving to be endless. He was currently convinced his decision to tag along wasn't a complete waste of time now.

The whole thing was rather amusing. Granger. Of all people. Clearly McGregor had problems if she was lusting after that know-it-all. That witch was so ignorant and stuck up it was a complete turn off. When one added in how unbearably black and white the Gryffindor looked at the world it was so far past the line of unattractive that one probably couldn't even see the line from where Granger stood. He supposed she might have a decent enough body under all the clothes she wore, but it definitely wasn't enough to tempt anyone he knew of over the past five years. Granger was like a lost cause, even if he would be the first to admit the bushy haired chipmunk could use a good, solid cock in her life.

It wasn't long before he felt her hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him around to get his full attention. Which he ignored, smirking like the cat who had caught the canary. Her hand tugged on his shoulder again and he halted in his stride, turning slowly on the spot, blue eyes lit up in a way that didn't bode well for the Ravenclaw. Especially considering all that she was letting slip in her panic and anger. That same smirk was on his lips as he faced her in a casual stance. "Take it down a notch, McGregor. You sound like a bloody banshee."

He stated in that bored drawl of his, rolling his eyes at the witch. "Do try to use whatever brain cells you possess. I know it must be hard since you clearly don't possess many." Orion continued on cooly, not in the least bit concerned and with a smug undertone in his voice. "You don't get to demand things of me. And if you had any kind of intelligence you would realize that is not the best route for you to take in this predicament." He continued to take digs at her lack of brains, knowing the girl thought highly of her intelligence, though he spoke the truth in this matter. She had let slip things she shouldn't have, and the last thing she should be wanting to do is test him.

"Just out of curiosity, what exactly would I be ruining? Your dreamland fantasies of Granger?" He questioned, arching a brow at her as his eyes mocked her. "Might do you good for her to find out your all wet and wild for her." He was teasing mercilessly, but he wasn't worried about paying for it. If anyone was going to be paid around there, it was him. For his silence. But there was no harm in dragging out a bit of fun in the process. Orion did enjoy to see his prey squirm. And in this he definitely held the winning hand. "You know, McGregor. I'm sure using a cat instead just because you can't have Granger's pussy is illegal. You dirty girl. Who knew one of you triplets would be into beastiality. Though, I suppose you would have to be to be into Granger. I'm sure whatever beast or creature she is hasn't been classified yet."

A banshee? A bloody banshee? Aubrey did not sound like a bloody banshee! She let out a roar of rage as he continued to insult her intelligence and her voice. He was such an infuriating male! Of course he would have to point out that she was treating this whole situation the wrong way. Obviously she knew that- especially since she kept letting things slip out those stupid blabbering lips of hers. She knew she shouldn’t be making bloody demands, and yet, she couldn’t help it. He was just such a jerk! And she couldn’t just let him keep going off to tell Hermione everything.

”I don’t… I… She wouldn’t! I mean. She wouldn’t accept it! You know she wouldn’t. She’s so… so… conservative.” Aubrey’s nose scrunched up in distaste at the very idea, especially as she thought of what that might mean about her dream girl. ”She probably wants to grow up and get married and make babies. Probably dreams about a… thing poking inside of her.”

The Ravenclaw shuddered at the thought, then gaped at the boy as he spoke of things she’d never dream of doing. ”EW! Ramellien! That is so disgusting and so wrong and so… Ew! No! I would never do anything to a poor little kitty. You are such a disgusting beast of a man. Merlin, it’s a good thing I don’t intend to touch you. That would surely be an act of bestiality.” She stuck her nose up and let the kitten jump out of her arms as they reached the school grounds, watching as it ran off. She wasn’t sure exactly how the cats knew who they belonged to or where they should sleep and such, but accepted that they did, and wasn’t worried about her Myo.

Now she was alone at the gate with the horror that was Ramellien, however, and she’d still not gotten him to agree not to tell Hermione any of her dirty little secrets. Plus he probably still thought she was some dirty thing with a pussy fetish, which was simply unacceptable. ”You take back that comment about Mione. She is not a beast of any sort. She’s a beautiful lioness.” Aubrey blushed then and slapped her hand over her mouth. Merlin, why couldn’t she just shut her damn mouth?!

She stared at the Slytherin then, poking him in the chest three solid times. ”Hey. You. Cannot. Tell. Her.” She continued poking him with each word. This was probably not a good idea, especially considering how they were completely alone and far from the village and the castle now, and he still had her wand. Well, no one really accused Aubrey of being very smart outside of the classroom stuff… ”Rammy. You will ruin my life if you tell her. You can’t say a word! You just can’t! You have to promise me or I’ll… I’ll… I’ll kiss you!”

Sure, it might be a bit more than a little repulsive to her, but he seemed so utterly disgusted by her that it seemed like a good enough threat. Plus, she’d already threatened his bits once so far. It wasn’t good practice to repeat herself. At least, that’s what she told herself as she stood there with a scowl on her face and hands on her hips, hoping she wouldn’t have to follow through with her threat.

Orion merely rolled his eyes at her little rage fit, not in the least bit concerned for his own well being. She had to atleast be smart enough to know any actual physical would be a wasted effort and only serve to make things more difficult for herself. He found himself smirking at the idea and sort of hoped she would prove herself that stupid. The boy turned back around to continue on his way back to the castle, growing tired of her incessant shrieking. "McGregor, put a lid on it already. You're beginning to sound like Parkinson with all this shrieking, and even I wouldn't have put you on her level." He advised her with his bored drawl, strolling along as if he had not a care in the world. Which he didn't.

"Conservative? Granger isn't conservative. She's narrow-minded, pig headed, and ignorant. Don't sugarcoat her flaws for her McGregor. The professors do that enough." He retorted cooly, stride never faltering as he continued to take digs at her apparent crush. It was far too easy, since Orion couldn't stand the muggleborn Gryffindor. Then again, there weren't very many people he so much as tolerated, so... "It's a penis, McGregor. Not a thing. Merlin, witch, what are you, five? And yes, I suppose she probably does, though Merlin knows the world doesn't need the likes of Granger breeding."

Orion's tone was still bored, as if none of what he said was in any way offensive or would serve to get under her skin. Though the Slytherin male knew they were and would. But such witty retorts and easy comebacks were the norm for him, so he wasn't at all very excited that she kept giving him opportunities to further infuriate her. Even though the entire situation served as amusement to him. Especially when she began going off about his remarks on beastiality. "Oh I'm a beast alright, McGregor. But trust me when I say I'm the kind of beast witches want." He remarked with that mocking look in his cold blue eyes, smirk tilting his lips as he turned her words on her.

He came to another stop as they found themselves at the entrance gate to the grounds of the castle, giving her another bored yet mocking look. "I have no intention of taking back my comments, especially when they're true. You should know by now that I don't say things I don't mean, but obviously you lack any kind of intelligence McGregor." She began to poke him in a way that he assumed should have been forceful but barely registered at all as more than a flick. "One would think that by now you would've learned that demanding things of me isn't in your best interests, but I suppose I shouldn't expect anything more from a troll such as yourself."

His tone suggested he wasn't at all affected by her yelling, her anger, or her desperation. Orion was having too much fun as he continuously succeeded in riling her up and getting under her skin. He used the back of his hand to brush off the nonexistent dirt that came from her prodding him, a cruel smirk developing on his lips as he gazed down at her in a way that didn't bode well for her. "Now, now, McGregor. Don't to getting ahead of yourself. You couldn't handle a kiss from me and you would only succeed in embarrassing yourself further. I doubt you can play with the big boys such as myself. And believe me, I am a big boy."

”You don’t think I could handle a kiss with you?! Oh, I’ll show you, Rammy!” So, maybe all conscious thought had been eaten by her irritation that had only been building as the day went on, but Aubrey was far away from focusing on that. She was stuck focusing on the annoyingly cocky boy before her and the fact that he thought he was so very far above her. That much was painfully obvious to Aubrey, and she very much disagreed with the Slytherin. She was superior to him. ”I think you are the one who cannot handle a kiss from me!”

Yes, he had a point about her demands being rather inappropriate for the situation, as he was much more in charge than she was, and yes, he was probably right about Hermione dreaming about boys rather than someone like Aubrey, but she didn’t really care. She didn’t even care about his assertion that he was, indeed, a beast. No, all that Aubrey cared about at the moment was proving the boy wrong about her.

Everyone seemed to think she was some innocent little flower or something. Someone not to be placed in the ‘big leagues’ so to speak. It seemed that people thought she was only a crazy scientist and a daft girl in everything else, and she was determined to fix that sort of thought. Aubrey wanted to be more than what people currently saw her as. She wanted to be known as someone more… exciting. Maybe she could even come across as less of a stickler for most rules and be seen as someone who actually knew what fun was.

The first step in this reimagining of herself seemed to lie in kissing the pompous boy before her, so the Ravenclaw took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and leaned in quickly, grabbing his face in both her hands and pressing her lips hard against his. She didn’t hold back, but shoved her tongue into his surprised mouth, battling his tongue for dominance. Surely he would come back to his senses and take over soon, and then she had no idea what he’d do to her, but for now, Aubrey simply enjoyed the feeling of taking charge of a situation like this. She was doing something that she’d never before done in her life, and it felt… freeing. She moaned slightly into the kiss, feeling like everything she’d once believed about herself might just be a lie.

Orion arched one brow at her as she virtually ignored everything else he had said in light of being offended at the fact that he had said she couldn't handle a kiss from him. The entire situation was only getting more and more entertaining for the Slytherin male, who merely looked mildly amused at her antics as he continued to smirk mockingly at her. The boy seriously doubted the witch had ever kissed anyone, much less a boy. So no matter how this ended it was a win for him, if she backed down, he won. If she caved in and tried to prove him wrong, he still won. Orion dearly loved when he managed to outplay his opponents to the point where they didn't even realize there was no way to win anymore.

Although, he had expected a little more intelligence from the Ravenclaw before him, and had thought that she might actually have some amount of brains to give him some kind of challenge in all of this. But so far it had been a one sided battle, with him quite far in the lead. Orion was used to being the one in the lead though, so it didn't bother him one bit that the girl proved to be what most people were to him. Unworthy of any kind of attention from him unless it was to his benefit, and far beneath him. Often times he was like a spider, sitting in wait for his prey, who never realized they were in danger until it was far too late.

He had only half expected for her to follow through on her threat to kiss him. One would have thought she would come up with some better threat, since she so clearly found him repulsing. On the other hand, Orion was inclined to think there was some underlying reason for the threat. Perhaps the girl just wanted to kiss him. It wasn't a crime to want to do such a thing with him after all. He was an incredibly good looking wizard, with a sharp tongue and cunning mind, as well as a great body and impeccable sense of style. Even if the witches claimed him to be unbearable, it never stopped them from stripping their clothes off for him. With the exception of a few, who put their own stock in the same gender, like McGregor did.

So he was a bit surprised when the witch decided to follow through on her threat, and grabbed his face to lean in and kiss him, her tongue darting into his mouth before he had much time to react. His lips wanted to pull into a smirk, but he controlled the urge. There was much better things they needed to be doing, like showing the witch how to give a proper kiss. She wasn't completely bad at it, but it was clear she was inexperienced in the art. So as his own tongue battled hers back for the dominance he would no doubt claim, his hands grabbed her hips none too gently and pulled her to him, crushing her body against his so that every inch of her would feel every hard and well developed inch of him that lie beneath his clothes.

He forced his tongue past hers and into her mouth, his hands moving to the small of her back, and one crawled it's way up her spine to play with the ends of her hair. The Slytherin kissed her with a heated fierceness that was guaranteed to leave her panting when it came to an end, and when it did, Orion used his teeth to bite at her lower lip, nipping it almost sharply exactly as his fingers grabbed the ends of her hair and tugged on it, pulling her head back. He pressed his lips in kisses down her neck, sucking at her pulse point on his way as the hand at the small of her back kept her pinned to his body.

"Still find me repulsive, McGregor?" Orion smirked against her neck, before delivering a bite to the skin there. Oh, this was going to give him bragging rights for years. Not even the lesbians were immune to his charms.

All clear thought had left Aubrey’s mind when she decided to follow through with her threat and actually kiss the boy who had been torturing her most of the day so far. Of course, the fact was that she had forced him to go along with her and had thus forced her own torture, but as stated, clear thought was a foreign concept to the Ravenclaw by this point in time. It wasn’t like anyone else would think rationally when taking part in a brutal kiss like this, she reasoned, even though she knew that might not be true.

Aubrey knew what she was feeling was wrong, since she was supposed to hate all things male, but she just couldn’t help it. She loved the way his lips demanded a reaction from hers, the way he took as much as she gave, and gave just the same back. Oh, dear sweet Circe! How could anyone deny the demand from someone so strong as this devilish man? He was just so strong and demanding, it made her feel a wetness between her legs that she’d never experienced with a man before. What was happening to her?!

When he pulled her hair she let out a squeal that broke in a moan of sorts. He’d bit her lip so hard she nearly bled, and now she could feel it swelling as he kissed her neck, sucking at the tender flesh even as he held her body flush to his. She could feel ever masculine aspect of his form, and yet she wasn’t pulling away. His words washed cruelly over her before she yelled and groaned at the bite, pushing her body against his as her legs parted so that she could straddle his knee a bit.

”Mmm, repulsive…” she panted, rubbing herself on his leg as she ran her fingers along his torso, tracing the manly muscles beneath his shirt. ”Completely terrible. Awful. Disg-uh!-sting…” Once again, Aubrey had to ask what the hell was going on with her. She didn’t know how she could feel this way with a man! She hated them- hated the way they acted so superior and hated those… things between their legs… And yet… She was pretty sure she’d felt his thing and it hadn’t repulsed her at all. It was so strange. It was breaking her brain and she was sure she’d hate herself for the way she was currently behaving. She was a lesbian! Why, how was she feeling something for a male?!

She felt as if she might cry as the need filled her lower stomach and she ground harder against him. She was sure she’d be seeping through her jeans soon, and he’d be bound to notice. ”What kind of spell have you c-cast, Rammy? W-what have you d-done to me?” she panted weakly, unable to figure out what exactly was going on with her body or her brain. All she knew for sure was that this horrible, wretched, cruel man was making her hot and bothered, and she desperately wanted him to do something about it.

Orion could only smirk like a Cheshire cat at all the moans, yells and groans he was pulling from her with such simple actions. This hadn't been exactly what he had envisioned when he had willfully gone along on the trip to the village simply just to be cruel to her the entire time. But he wasn't going to complain now that he had two things to hang over her head, as there was no doubt in his mind that the Ravenclaw would eventually come to her senses and freak out. At which point he would enjoy pointing out that she wasn't as lesbian as she portrayed herself to be.

That particular fact was only cemented further in his opinion when she parted her legs to somewhat straddle knee and rub herself on it. His smirk turned dangerous at her panted out works and fingers tracing his chest. Oh, she was definitely liking this, especially as she was grinding herself harder on his leg and he could feel the hear between hers. For the second that year, Orion found himself in another encounter that he was sure no other man alive would have ever survived. That should have had him pulling back, but instead, he pushed forward.

The boy crooked his leg a bit at the knee, jamming it up between her legs to give her that friction she so clearly wanted. Meanwhile, one hand crept under her shirt, strong and demanding fingers crawling over the soft but heated flesh of her abdomen until he reached a bra-clad breast. He easily took hold of it and squeezed with a perfected amount of roughness as he ground his knee back up against her.

Orion was fairly certain he shouldn't be performing such actions, out of respect for Swiper, but then again, this wasn't anything he cared about. The Slytherin simply wanted to see how far he could push McGregor, wanted to see what was really buried beneath the surface with the Ravenclaw. Of course, he would plan on using it on some way or other, but that was neither here nor there at the moment as he continued on on his game. And Swiper owed him a few of those, what with all the rumors circulating regarding her lately. Most of which he knew to be true, and the ones he didn't know for a fact were true the boy had the sneaky suspicion that they were.

By this time, his mouth was creating a bruise on her collarbone, and his fingers had easily and expertly slipped beneath the bra to pinch a nipple and roll it roughly between his fingers. Her panted out questions had him growling low in his throat, Orion growing offended by the very thought. As if he needed such things to make a witch want him. At most, all the boy needed to do was walk into a room and he could have his pick of any of them. He was determined to make her see that she was just like the others in that regard.

Orion shoved her up against the wrought iron fence, cruel smirk lighting his face as he wasted no time in grabbing the back of her thighs to left her so she would need to wrap her legs around his waist. This new position would have her feeling the hard strength of his aroused member, the Slytherin ground it against her jean covered core. "Like I would need anything of the sort." He told her with a sneer. "Admit it, McGregor. You want it."

His hands travelled along her thighs until they reached her arse and he cupped it, squeezing as he bucked his hips into her. "Say it McGregor!" He demanded, wanting to make her admit that this was all her own want versus him casting some bloody spell. The entire notion was completely offending to the boy, and he wouldn't make her pay for it.

Oh, in the name of all things sacred and feminine, what was happening to her? Aubrey felt like her insides were on fire and her very body was betraying her as she responded easily to his touches and the simple fact that his hard, muscular body was so close to hers. His knee was pushing up against her in such a way that she knew he could feel her heavy arousal, and she moaned without any attempt at holding it back. This was what her body wanted, even if her brain hated her for it, and Aubrey simply couldn’t fight that desire.

”Oh!” she squealed as his hand snaked up her shirt and he squeezed her modest breast, treating it with a roughness that was rare for a female, yet had her gushing through her jeans. She bit her lip when he started nibbling on her neck, sure he was bruising her fair skin but not caring nearly as much as she probably should. It felt so good! She ground herself against that knee that seemed to push against her core so hard it was impossible for her to pull away, not that she wanted to. No, she wanted to ride him to new places, even as his hand slipped into her bra and started pinching at her nipple, making her pant and groan in a most unladylike fashion.

In an instant, Aubrey found herself pushed against the gate of the school, her thighs held up and legs forced to wrap around the male who was making her feel so much more than she ever thought a man would. ”Oh! Rammy… your…. Your thing…” she muttered as she felt his arousal at her center through her jeans. Why was she feeling the muscles in her lower stomach clench at the feel of that thing she so despised? Mmm, he was making her hot for him, and it was so disturbing, so wrong, but so right.

She should have known that her words would upset the boy, and yet Aubrey didn’t expect his harsh grasp on her bum or the thrust of his hips that had his arousal pressed more forcefully into her weeping core. ”Mmm, fine! F-fine, Rammy, I,” she moaned and panted, closing her eyes tightly as she pushed against him, rubbing her hips in little circles to try to get more friction. ”I want it. I… I want y-you, Rammy!”

Orion smirked smugly, blue eye lighting up in knowing as she caved in to his demand. Just like he knew she would. The Ravenclaw might have thought she was different from the other witches. That she didn't want what he could give, but she was so wrong it was laughable. It was a huge stoke to his ego to have the witch who would normally threaten a bloke with dismemberment for so much as mentioning their cock in her presence panting and moaning for his.

That was what him so aroused and hard. It had very little to do with the actual witch and any attraction he may or may not feel towards her. At best he found the girl mildly entertaining with her so-called disgust for the male species. He supposed she wasn't too hard on the eyes either, and had a nice, tight little body as well. But all of that wasn't nearly enough to tempt him into his current actions. Orion had too much control for that.

No. It was the game that him carrying on in such a manner. The one she had started without realizing he would win no matter what. The Slytherin male enjoyed winning, and her panted out words and the way she was grinding herself against him only sweetened the win for him. Oh yes. She wanted him alright. He could feel her wetness seeping against him from her hot core, and he bucked his hips roughly against her again. "That's right McGregor. You want me. And my cock too."

The boy's mocking tone matched the equally mocking smirk that curled his lips as he pushed her off of him so that her feet were back on solid grounds again, though he was far from through with her. A cruel light lit his icy eyes as he grabbed the waistband of the front of her jeans and skillfully undid the button and zip. His lips found hers for a rough and demanding kiss, one he was sure would have those lips of hers brushed and swollen as he forced his tongue into her mouth. Meanwhile, one hand snaked inside her jeans and beneath her soaked panties as he used a leg to force hers apart to make room for his hand to slip between her legs and stroke at her sopping core.

He pulled away from her mouth to stare into her eyes with a mocking gleam in his own blue ones along with demand. "Say it McGregor. Tell me how much you want my cock. You've got a dirty mouth. Now put it to good use." By that time, his deft digits were doing a torturous teasing dance to her clitoris while his free hand had slipped beneath her shirt and bra again to pinch and pull at a nipple. Orion could care less if anyone saw. It would only be humiliating for only one of them if someone did, and that one wouldn't be him. He couldn't care less if the entire castle heard her scream how much she wanted his cock. The very idea made him harder.

Aubrey couldn’t hold back the shudders as he pushed his arousal against the damp crotch of her jeans. Oh, goddess. She couldn’t do anything to stop the husky moan that slid from her lips at his mocking words either, or the way she keened at the loss of his hard member at her clothed core when he pushed her away to stand on her own two feet again.

Those evil yet intoxicating blue eyes were so intimidating she couldn’t look away even as he pulled her a bit off balance by the band of her jeans, only to unbutton them and pull down the zipper, snaking his hand in before she could even react. Even though her first impulse was to tell the boy off for touching her like this, Aubrey couldn’t do anything but push down onto his hand as he shoved past her panties and stroked her pussy with an expert touch, somewhat rougher than that of a female partner, but oh so arousing. Wow. She really wanted this man, and her brain was shutting down as the tingly feeling of orgasmic build up started in her clit and soared into her belly.

His demanding kiss was intoxicating, and she felt drunk on the heat of her own arousal and the lack of oxygen reaching her brain as he took all he could from her before pulling away. Her lips felt puffy, and her eyes were glazed over with lust and a recklessness that she would surely regret, but Aubrey wasn’t focused on any of this. She was much too distracted by the teasing touch to her core as his other hand resumed the forceful attention to her breast, another moan being torn from her body as she felt pleasure and pain collide.

”Ooooh, Rammy,” she groaned, moving her hips slightly in an attempt to encourage his fingers on their pursuits. His demand was something that made her blush, even though she was already flushed from the heat of her experience so far. He wanted her to talk about his… thing? But, that was just awful! She could barely even think about it, let alone say it! Oh, but she did want it. She might not want to see it or touch it, but she did want it to prod at her without the clothing in the way. That bulge bumping against her crotch had felt so good, made her spark with energy and really feel alive… She could only imagine what it would feel like to have the appendage inside of her.

A deep groan escaped her throat and she looked at Ramellien through hooded eyes. Merlin, was she really going to do this? ”I… I want your… thing,” she choked out, moving herself on his hand and experimentally moving her own hand to the crotch of his pants to feel the hardness there. This wasn’t so bad. Maybe she could just… not touch it without the clothes. She took a deep breath, knowing this wouldn’t be enough for the demanding male before her. ”I want you, Rammy. I… I want your c-co…. your cock. I w-want it inside of me.” Her voice had gotten weaker and softer as she spoke, but she’d said it, and she was palming the bulge rather forcefully now.

Her brain was silenced completely as she bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes and undoing his pants, releasing that which so frightened, yet aroused the brainy witch.

Orion could only smirk like the cat who had caught the canary again as she moaned out his name. There was a time when he had lived to hear witches moan his name as he brought them the perfected mixture of pain and pleasure he now brought to the Ravenclaw who he had pinned up against the fence. But that time had come and passed, and instead the Slytherin male had taken to more...challenging types. Such as dominating a tiger. And turning the lesbians on to somewhat straighter paths, as it may seem.

Any normal person might feel there was something entirely wrong with his actions currently while he had agreed to loyalty to Swiper. But Orion had warned her. He was not to be made a fool of, and the rumors reaching his ears regarding the Slytherin witch and a certain Ravenclaw who was more idiot than the one grinding herself on his hand currently threw any loyalty Sidorova could expect from him out the window. Perhaps two wrongs didn't make a right, but he didn't live to make things right. It was only a matter of time before he caught up with the slinky little feline, and once he did, she would pay dearly for attempting to make a mockery of him. And if she cared at all for that little blonde twat she was using as a chew toy, then she had better hope Orion didn't catch that one first.

All in all, the teen had no reservations about his current actions, though, as McGregor finally gave in to his demands and stated that she did, indeed, want his cock inside her, his blue eyes lit up maliciously while a cruel smirk spread across his lips. The Slytherin was tempted to pull away and leave her there as nothing but a heap of want and need as he strolled away with a new badge of honor. It would almost be worth it, but his work with the Ravenclaw was not done. Oh no. It had only just begun.

His mouth found her neck again and he bit down on the skin, sucking on it to create a dark mark that she wouldn't hide even if she wanted to. Orion wouldn't allow for that. She would learn that much after all was said and done. Meanwhile, his fingers easily slipped between her slippery folds and he worked one digit into her tight little pussy, giving her a very small taste of what was to come. Even though walking away now and leaving her there panting in lust for him was a nice image, taking a lesbian's virginity was too nice a trophy for his mantle to pass up. Especially when she took it upon herself to palm his erection and then release it.

He noted how she didn't continue on with her touching of it now that it was freed from it's restraints though, and the male delivered a rough bite to her collarbone as he shoved a second finger inside her and working it along with the first while his thumb rubbed at her clit with a teasing slowness that would have her on the verge of the ultimate ecstasy she sought but never tilting over the edge. Oh no. She wouldn't be getting that. Not yet. Not until he was ready to allow her that pleasure.

"Not good enough McGregor. You can do better. You had no problem yelling your disgust of me and my cock earlier. Now I want to hear you just as loud." Orion demanded in her ear, his fingers doing a dance in her core as he removed his other hand from inside her blouse and grabbed one of hers and forcing it to wrap around his hard member. She wasn't going to get what she wanted if she didn't face what it was she wanted. "Try again."

The cruelty of his grin made Aubrey wonder what she’d gotten herself into with Ramellien, but it was much too late to be questioning things now. Her brain had long ago checked out of the whole situation, especially with his finger prodding inside of her hot channel. That mouth on her neck was making it even harder for Aubrey to focus on any rational ideas, as she shuddered and squeaked at the bruising strength of his lips and teeth.

”Rammy… please…” she whispered breathlessly. Aubrey was riding his hand while he shoved a second digit into her, his thumb making her whimper at the demanding way he stimulated her most sensitive and aroused bundle of nerves. Oh, yes. Merlin, did it ever feel good. She bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly as her stomach muscles tightened and clenched, even though she wasn’t allowed to find the release she so craved. The boy had so much control over her it was overwhelming.

Demands met her ears as his rough hand moved from her breast to her own small hand, forcing her to touch him in that place she so despised. Aubrey shuddered, eyes closing as she swallowed thickly, willing herself to calm down. It was one thing to feel him though his pants, but now… Now she was touching that velvet skin of his member and she felt both aroused and repulsed at the same time. It was so confusing, and she couldn’t help but let out a deep groan of desire.

Her hand moved smoothly on his erection while his fingers moved inside of her, and she felt so confused, but so excited. Oh, yes. This was an esperience Aubrey wouldn’t soon forget! She was still confused by it all, but she was much too invested in the moment for her to worry about that now. Ramellien wanted her to be loud for him? Well, she was pretty sure she could do that.

Aubrey tightened her hold on his member of her own accord, squeezing him and moving her hand without needing his assistance. The Ravenclaw took a breath, pushing herself against his hand and squeezing tighter on his hard, yet soft member, eyes filling with blind lust. ”I… I want your cock, Rammy! I want to feel what a man can do to me! I want you to make my pussy pulse until I scream!”

Orion couldn't keep back the devilish smirk even if he had wanted to. Which he didn't. Her whispered plea would do no good with him. She seemed to realize that as she basically rode his hand, trying and failing to find the ultimate pleasure she was seeking that he was refusing her. The Slytherin make assumed it must be frustrating, but he wouldn't really know. He was always in control, so he had never been in her shoes, so to speak.

And control he enjoyed, especially at the moment as he thought of all the ways in which he did have control over her. He wondered if her pleasure fogged mind could even comprehend just how royally screwed by everything she had let on since the beginning of their little excursion, and smirk grew wider. There was just too much he had claimed victory in in this encounter. And it had all been so easy. The Ravenclaw played right into his hands time and time again.

Now, as her hand got more confidence as it gripped his hard member and worked it's way over his shaft, and her mouth gave into his demands to let the stream of loud words loose, Orion was prepared to claim the ultimate victory over her. Of course, he doubted her little mind could see it at the moment, but he didn't care. Before she even finished her words, the boy had tugged her pants down and gripped her thighs to lift her as the material pooled at her feet, and hung there thanks to her shoes.

He expertly had her lines up with his erection and in one smooth motion of his hips he sheathed himself inside her tight and worked up core, his lips finding her neck and sucking hard on the pale and skin. His grip on her thigh was a force he knew would most likely leave bruises on her skin, and it was the only thing keeping her up as she most likely wouldn't be able to wrap her legs around him thanks to the pants that hung at her feet. The boy stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him and allowing himself to gain the control he would need to claim a virgin.

Her slick cavern was hot and incredibly tight around his member, and Orion was sure any man would feel the need to release at that point. But he pushed that aside with a practiced ease, and prepared to give her exactly what she wanted. "Oh, I know you want my cock McGregor. Your tight little pussy is all soaking wet and it wasn't for Granger. And don't you worry. Before we're through you'll be screaming for more from me." The boy taunted in her ear, nipping the lobe as he began to move within her.

He started off slow enough, letting her feel his length as it moved in and out of her. Letting her feel every sensation a cock could could spark within her before he gradually began to pick up his pace, until he was thrusting into her at a steady rate that had him hitting deeper inside her with every pump of his hips. At the same time, his teeth bit at her neck, creating marks she would wear for days to come before he brought his lips to her and claimed them in a heated and brushing kiss, not pulling back until he was sure he had stolen her last breath.

He watched her face of pleasure with that cruel and mocking smirk of his curling his lips even as he grunted slightly while he continued to pound her sweet little pussy as she had begged him for. Only one thought ran through his mind. Some cock-hating lesbian she turned out to be.

Aubrey felt more then realized that her pants had been pulled down as the cool breeze hit her now-nude lower half and she shivered a bit, feeling the strong male’s hands on the backs of her thighs as he lifted her up. His hold was harsh, yet the Ravenclaw was glad for it as she had no other purchase for to keep herself steady and secure. Her ankles were effectively bound by her pants, and so she was simply in his grasp, her knees spread wide about his hips as sucked her neck and plunged inside of her virgin cavern.

A scream tore from her lungs, trailing off in a deep moan as he hovered inside of her, filling her and stretching her as she’d never felt before. Sure, she’d played with certain… toys before, but they were nothing like this. This was strong and hot and so alive. Merlin, she could hardly breathe, and the odd mix of pain and hot undeniable pleasure was utterly confusing and mind-numbing.

He moved and bit her ear and Aubrey let out a soft squeal, wiggling a bit, only to groan as he hit nerves that no one had managed to stimulate like this before. Oh, he was pumping in and out of her faster and harder and she shuddered around him, letting out noises that sounded more like an animal than a human girl, but she didn’t care. The girl’s mind was clouded with the stroking flesh inside of her, and the face that her burning pain had long ago faded into a pleasure so intense that she was sure she’d already had at least one orgasm, if not two.

Either way, she was gushing arousal around his member, soaking it with her sticky fluids as she moved her hips against his, working herself up against him so that the base of his member stroked her clitoris in such a way that she was panting into his mouth when he claimed her lips in one of the most demanding kisses she’d ever experienced.

By the time the boy had pulled away from her lips, Aubrey was lightheaded and gasping for air. She was so overwhelmed by his harsh way of doing… well… everything. He demanded her body, her response, her very breath. His words rang through her head even as she continued to moan in a high-pitched needy keen. She’d been turned on by him, not Granger. She’d wanted him. She was moaning and begging for his cock. Aubrey didn’t even know who she was anymore, and a tear fell from her eye as she gave in to her needs and called out as her walls clenched tight around him.

”Rammy! Yessss, fill me! I want you, I need you, please. Just. Don’t. Stop.”