| Wizard | Wand Lore Keeper | Nerd |
| Dragon Hunter | Team Captain |
Me? The name's Icarus Ollivander. Seventh Year, Ravenclaw. Yeap! From the family of the wand makers. I'm a nerd and I'm proud of it.
Oh by the way, I can do your assignments for you. With a price of course. You know what to do ladies...pay up. As for the men, pay too. Prices start at three galleons and prices are not negotiable.
A change of tactics seemed necessary. Icarus was being coy, and while he continued to lavish attention over her body, she grew more and more frustrated with the lack of ultimate satisfaction. She had practically begged for utter satisfaction, and he continued to tease her— perhaps for lack experience? She didn’t know. What Alecto did know that perhaps he needed to be as wound up as she was, and with proper cultivation, she could maybe drive him into her same frenzy. A tightened hand on her shoulder was all the motivation she needed to go forward. The Carrow female was properly eager, wanting and wet for his attention, every gaze offering sheer adoration for the male Adonis splayed so perfectly before her.
Her smirk grew as Icarus offered such a delightful moan- dim traces of light filtering through the window of the boy’s dorm gave her enough light to barely make out the form of his male body. Lips curved slightly, and she leaned up, pressing her lips to the warm skin of his abdomen. The nature of the room gave her little room, except to maneuver forward. Already, it felt unbearably hot, though Alecto hardly reminded. It was merely a sensation of the flames she would endure in her post life misery. She glanced up at Icarus, as his hand made way to her shoulder, forced to meet his gaze by a controlling presence. Alecto feigned a rather contrite expression, as though she were genuinely listening to his words. “I am absolutely, and completely sure.” She knelt all the way up on her knees, and placing her hands on his thighs to steady herself, placed a singular kiss on his abdomen, before moving those same lips to his hips. One hand wrapped against his length, the other still resting on his thigh for support. Alecto, still looking up at Icarus, tightened her grip, before taking the tip of his erection into her mouth, coaxing a further reaction as her mouth took in more and more of his length. She hummed as well, knowing others seemed to like the sensation whenever she did so.
Icarus bit his lower lips as he muffled a whimper of surprise and pleasure. His grip of the post and the beam tightened when he felt her lips slowly wrap itself around his girth. Little by little, his rigid manhood disappeared into her soft lips as she continued to take in more of his length. He could feel his arms shake as his grip against the old woodwork got even more tighter as she inched in some more. He can’t believe that Alecto just did that to him and somehow he felt even more turned on.
The feeling was new and what he can only describe as out of this world. Icarus never had that kind of treatment before and he was not ready from the huge drowning wave of pleasure that followed her act. The feeling of something wet and rough and soft against his sensitive cock made him cry out a deep moan and throw his head back before he pushed his forehead against his bicep and continued to groan and pant helplessly as she continued to suck his manhood. His mind was clouded with different thoughts: pleasure, immense and intense, confusion and surprise on how she was able to be bold enough to do such, and helplessness as the different feelings, sudden waves of pleasure, and emotions coursed all over his body.
Then suddenly, his hand gripped the back of her head and tugged her gently. He could feel the pressure boiling in the base of his loin and he wanted to stop it. He wanted them to last. He bit his lips and muffled another deep moan as he willed every fiber of his being to keep himself together and not give in to the impending release.
“Stop…” Icarus wanted it to be a stern command but he was so helpless from the pleasure it brought that he ended up gasping the words out. “Please…” he added after he croaked out another groan and started to pant heavily. He let out a sigh of relief when she eased off and because he was weakened by the new sensation, he released his grip on the beam and pushed her shoulder gently to let her lay down. He followed her movement with his until they are inches from the bed. He placed his hand against the sheets to support his weight while his other hand was on her back to assist her fall. He then started to kiss her neck and and his hand moved from her back to her waist then up to her full breasts and started to massage it in slow circular motions. Her soft moans was enough reward for him and his hand started to travel down and rubbed the spot between her legs that was already wet with anticipation. He hooked his finger around the garter and pushed it down until it reached her knees.
He pulled away from her neck and placed his hand gently on her sweet area before he stared at her eyes. Although lust have consumed most of him, Icarus was still strong enough to let his eyes ask her if she really wanted to do the deed. He panted against her lips as he awaited for her answer.
(Source: great-icarus)
Tension stretched further and further, liable to snap at any second. It was such exquisite agony, being teased on and on with absolutely no method for the prolonged need for release. It was though a string was winding through her, tighter and tighter, and every second his lips trickled over her skin, it was a moment closer to needing absolution. Alecto was hardly one to beg, though she thought that might change if he did not give her some gratification soon. As his hand traversed up along her back, the warmth of his hand evoked near chills in petite frame, molding to his every whim and desire. The force of his lips pushing hers apart coaxed further submission, further wanton desire.
Hands clasped around his neck, arching her waist ever closer to him. His arousal was apparent, and she couldn’t understand why he didn’t capitolize on the moment. Ah, but then his clever fingers were pressed against her, the sensation just enough to remind her exactly what she was missing out on with every second Icarus delayed. The curvature of her neck fell backwards, eyes closing in sweet euphoria. Surely he could already sense her desperation, feel the way hips responded to his touch in subtle gyration.
… He must have. Alecto chuckled, more out of desperation than anything, at his comment about their interaction being a sin. She hardly cared for the idea of sin and virtue, save for those things which profited her and those things that were better left to others. Physical encounter was little more than indulging in the natural desires of a human body, and acknowledging that a hand was not enough to satisfy. Alecto unlatched her hands from behind his neck, tracing her nails lightly over his chest, before sitting up somewhat. She waited until her fellow Ravenclaw was up, before pushing the elastic of his underwear away, soothing away any fears with a gentle kiss to his sternum, down the plane of his abdomen, then coaxed the tip of his erection into her mouth. Grey eyes glanced upward, seeking for confirmation to continue on.
She pulled away from his whispering lips and felt a slight push that made him stand beside the bed. With heavy pants, Icarus watched Alecto kneel in front of him and placed a feathery kiss onto the dip of his clavicle. He replied his a soft gasp of surprise and let his hand stroke the back of her head, entangling his fingers into her soft gold locks. Her hands grazed the skin of his chest slowly and lightly, the nails sent tiny needles of pleasure as they went down the curve of his might chest muscle. Icarus let out a louder sharp exhale as his eyes smoldered into hers. His other hand gripped the beam that ran across the two posters of his bed and held it tight as he tried to compose himself. Her fingers continued their silken descent and grazed his tight abdomen until it reached his excited manhood. Hard and ready for release. Icarus’ gasp never came out as he felt a lump inside his throat as the muscles in it tensed with his whole body.
She hooked her fingers on the elastic waist band of his briefs and Icarus’ grip on the beam tightened, as well as his hand on her shoulder as every inch of him tingled in anxious anticipation. He croaked out a soft groan when she pulled it all the way down and made his rigid organ bob a bit in attention because of the sudden release from its cotton prison. The sudden twitch made him arch his back as a jolt of pleasurable pain ran all over his body.
And just before he was able to recover, Icarus felt her lips against his already tingly chest which made him gasp once more. He replied another gasp when he felt it touch the upper part of his abdomen then his navel. He let out a breathy moan as he realized how near she was to his rock hard cock. Icarus quickly held her shoulder in panic but just before her could speak, his lips let out a hoarse moan of pure lust when her lips teased his very sensitive tip.
“Wait…” he panted and breathed deeply as he stared at her eyes and spoke. “Are you sure about this?” the hesitation and anticipation mingled in his tone. Icarus never experienced such a thing before and he was very very curious…and aroused by it. But of course, he can’t let her do anything that she doesn’t want. After giving her a gaze of ‘think about it but not too long or else…’, Icarus released his hold on her shoulder and gripped the post beside him while the other one held the beam tighter. It was as if somehow, he was offering his body.
(Source: great-icarus)
The feeling of teeth against her tender flesh only served to increase every tantalizing moment. Her mind begged for a cessation; He was driving her mad with sheer desire, body absolutely aching for him to take her over. To assert his dominance and the same prowess he showed on the quidditch field and play her as easily as he played his sport of choice. His fingers felt perfect as they teased with her skirt, and Alecto offered a laugh of pleasure as the garment was removed from her body. It was an old skirt, and she didn’t particularly care to keep it on in that moment. She was far more concerned with removing absolutely any and every trace of clothing between the two, and as quickly as possible. Icarus’s prolonged attention to her body served only to elevate the little waves of pleasure. Teeth bit over her lower lip, as Alecto whimpered in anticipation.
Head fell back along the bed as Icarus knelt before her, steely gaze fluttering shut as he made to remove her stockings. Delicate hands traversed the plane of her own body, fingers finding the heated skin of her throat and resting there gently to subsist rising and falling breath. It was all she could do not to release a litany of kitten moans, as each and every second of pressure from his clever fingers against the bound flesh of her skin served to light the growing need. Her entrance grew wet in anticipation, shiver between her legs intensifying at his bold little chuckle. Alecto had yet to see Icarus quite to playful, so masculine in his interactions with her, and the effect was meting her to the core. She held eye contact, trying to show him just how desperate she was becoming. More than that though, her gaze held adoration.
Stockings fully removed, and she felt entirely exposed. There was a slight flush to her cheeks, though Alecto allowed Icarus to see the effect he was having on her. So few could evoke such a vulnerable reaction from the girl, and while normally she preferred to stay strong, this was entirely different. He owned her every reaction at that point. Lips pressed against her thigh elicited the sweetest moan yet, abdomen curling forward with just enough foreshadow of reaction to come. Mouth parted slightly, eyes shutting against the fire hot warmth Icarus brought. She could sense herself growing utterly desperate, and that was just a little more than terrifying to her. What he would not deliver, she merely craved more and more, frustration filtering in to her voice as she whispered his name. Icarus seemed to have mastered giving her just a taste of what she wanted, and then leaving her terribly empty, wanting for more.
What’s wrong? He asked, prompting the lightest of chuckles from the flustered female. Alecto met his lips with her own, craving the salty sweetness of his firm lips. The pads of her fingers pressed into the firm tone of his back, urging him ever closer, whilst willowy leg rose to rest over his hips. “You are such a tease.” Alecto answered, her own tone matching his light and playful timbre. She leant up, catching his mouth once more in an embrace that told of her maddening desire. “Please?”
“No. I’m not…” Icarus chuckled as he playfully denied the statement while he kissed her lips. His mind was drowning in a rush of thoughts. One of them is how he became so…bold. It’s like something came over him, he was a different person. Well he was still the same as since he has complete control over his body and will but somehow he felt different. Stronger. Dominant. Like he discovered a new side to him. Maybe his qualities as a leader for the Ravenclaw team finally showed its sensual side. He’s not complaining though, at least he had something that can make this experience worthwhile and less awkward. Icarus sighed against her neck and let his knees support his weight as he let his passionate side take the wheel.
His lips traced her jaw, breathing softly against the angle of her jaw and let his passion melt into her skin. His hand from her back made its way up until it reached the back of her neck, but he made sure that he moved his fingers in a feather like manner along her spine to make her shudder. When she arched her back, Icarus took the opportunity to grab the back of her neck to lift her slightly and shoved his tongue into her waiting lips. He moaned at the contact of their skin when he lifted her up a bit. He was over her, kneeling and leaning down with his free arm supporting his weight, with her under him in between his legs. She was slightly leaning up as Icarus lifted her up when he pulled the back of her neck towards him.
He quickly grabbed her hands and placed it behind his neck so she won’t fall as his hold on her neck released her. His now free hand then pulled her waist towards him as he kissed her even more passionately. He let out a low moan as her hips crushing his hard manhood, aching with release as it bulged out of his underwear. His hand went down to ease the pleasurable pain but he found her soft silken panties instead. He let out a small chuckle against her lips and a low groan before he pressed his two fingers against the spot between her legs.
“This is a sin…” Icarus whispered, with a little bit of hesitation and anxiety, as if he was doing something criminal, but the tone had more hunger as he tapped her pleasurable spot once again. She felt like something she can’t run away from.
(Source: great-icarus)
He continued to tease her, and the burgeoning sensation between her legs was impossible to ignore. She craved him, inside the heated flesh. To have him sheath himself inside her and to quell the storm of physicality that threatened to overtake the young woman. It was a little embarrassing for her to admit, but she had not craved someone quite so badly in her life. The power he had over her was a little intimidating, and perhaps it was simply the heat of the moment, but she felt like some weak little girl, begging for attention. Soft mewls of pleasure parted thoroughly ravaged lips as his kisses provoked her further. She felt taut, muscled spread so tightly, that she could hardly wait any longer.
The warmth of his hand against her back as he removed her bra prompted her to arch forward towards his body, undulating under his touch. She had no way of knowing that he was not experienced, for Icarus’s actions spoke of such natural instinct, that she was quite impressed. And granted, she had only ever gone so far with one other person, and so was lacking in experience, but even so, Alecto remained impressed. Goosebumps rose along her arms as his kisses trailed downward, soft moan speaking of all her momentary adoration. Free from the constraints of her bra, the blonde female could feel her peaks stiffening, begging to be adored by the Ravenclaw male. Body arched against his own, knee pressing against the thin layer of fabric separating him from her.
While he kissed her soft skin, Icarus moaned in surprise when he felt her knee massage his aching bulge. It actually made him claw the sheets in response while his teeth bit on her soft skin in a gentle manner. After the wave of pleasure subsided, Icarus let his hand travel down until he felt the button of her skirt. He undid it and with one tug, he ripped it off from her waist. Icarus gazed at her eyes and raised an eyebrow and faked a look of innocent denial as if he was saying ‘what? It’s not my fault that the skirt is in the way…’ with his eyes. He then planted as small kiss on her stiff peak while he continued to gaze at her then he started to crawl back down onto the floor while his lips continued to throw bread crumbs of kisses on the base of her sternum, her lean stomach, her navel, until his knees felt the floor.
Icarus knelt on one knee, placed her calf over his shoulder and reached out with his hand and undid her stay ups. His other hand let his fingers hook the lace hem of her stockings and traverse along the stiff net like fabric before he pulled it down slowly, feeling the suppleness of her flesh even more as the tight material pushed his finger against her skin. He leaned in slowly, the back of her knee now on his trapezius, and kissed the skin mid way up her thighs and slowly gazed at her through his lashes. He chuckled at how bold the act is and ironically, his chuckle turned out to be a little bit innocently playful. He bit his lower lip as he pulled back, pulling the stocking away from her leg.
To be honest, Icarus might have thought about that act before, removing her stockings, once in his existence as the Ravenclaw student who talks to her more than the others. Fine. Twice. There’s something about it that piqued his inner desire. And now that it felt like now or never for the both of them, he’s determined to try it. He’s halfway done. Icarus gazed at her eyes again and flashed this adorable childish smile to tease her with the irony of it all. After he threw the material away, Icarus held her leg gently and leaned in to kiss the side of her knee before he gently planted kissed to a spot an inch further up her thighs. Then another inch. Then another. Then another.
Until finally he reached the end of the line and came face to face with that sweet spot between her thighs. He gazed at her again, keeping the sheepish smile and leaned in slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned in slowly and planted a small suckling kiss, on the small spot below the hem of the leg hole and let out a small chuckle. He then looked up and crawled slowly until his face mat her beautiful eyes. He must have seen disappointment, he doesn’t know, but that’s how it’s played right? Or maybe he read the Indian scripture wrong. After all, at one point it became too much for him and never read the book again. He’ll just have to wing this one out.
“What’s wrong?” Icarus asked in an obvious tone of feigned innocence before he kissed her lips.
(Source: great-icarus)
