hpkinkfest | Fic: The Courtesan

PART 2b

Now with the door shut, Ginny returned back to the bed where Draco lounged like a contented cat. As she crawled up onto the bed with the look of a feline stalking its prey, Draco wondered aloud, “I don't know how much more I have left to give. I think you've drained me dry.” He pouted at his lamentable situation of wanting more yet being too worn out.

Rolling over, Ginny reached into a draw of her bedside table. As she handed a vial over to Draco, she said, “Astoria made sure you'd have enough energy to take care of all your desires tonight, and all the way through to when you leave tomorrow at noon. This will perk you up and keep the party rolling as long as you desire.”

After draining the elixir, Draco felt re-energized as if the evening had just begun. Pulling Ginny close into his arms, there was a fleeting look on his face. Craning his neck forward, he asked, “May I kiss you?”

It was common knowledge that most prostitutes did not kiss their clients, since it was often an act of intimacy. Rarely did Ginny kiss her clients or allow them to kiss her, but with Draco she was happy to make an exception. During their entire evening, at no point had Ginny french-kissed any of her clients.

Reaching up to brush a twist of his platinum hair out of his eyes, she met his gaze and replied, “Yes, Draco, you can kiss me.”

Draco leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Ginny moaned sweetly as she felt Draco seeking entrance into her mouth. As she parted her lips, his tongue ventured forth and plunged into hers.

In a tender act of mimicry, Draco's tongue slowly slid in and out of Ginny's mouth, slowly exploring and dancing with her’s, whilst he slipped back between Ginny's thighs and into her, his cock sliding into her in time with his tongue.

Ginny's head swam at the intensity of such a simple act, Draco's tongue sliding into her in tandem with his cock, as if he was making love to her. And given how drawn she felt to Draco from the moment he walked through her door, she could feel deep stirrings of a connection between them growing.

With each roll of Draco's hips as he ground himself into her, Ginny could feel herself growing closer to Draco. She could see the way his eyes looked at her; she was dancing in the dangerous territory of attachment and, to make it worse, she could feel that it was mutual as well.

As he continued to kiss her, and she kissed him back with the same passion, she could feel the heat build inside of her abdomen, building, tightening, filling her with so much potential energy. She groaned louder with each thrust from Draco, rolling her hips to meet him, stroke for stroke. Finally, she couldn't hold back and tore her mouth away and came.

Tossing her head back, she cried out and orgasmed, clamping down around Draco's length, milking him.

Draco, feeling her quiver around him, peaked with a shout, his eyes shut tight as the match was struck within him.

They clutched onto each other tightly as their orgasms waned, panting. Ginny had fucked many clients, but she rarely had she experienced such intimacy.

Unwilling to entertain such thoughts of falling for a client, especially Draco, Ginny went right back to business and suggested a leisurely soak in the tub to relax.

They sat in the large tub, facing each other; Ginny grabbed hold of Draco's foot and began to massage it.

Feeling quite relaxed, and growing more curious about the witch he had fucked so wantonly all evening, he finally asked, “Just what caused you to seek the life of a courtesan?”

Ginny stared straight back at Draco, a bemused quirk upon her lips and replied with a question of her own. “Why are you marrying Astoria Greengrass?”

“Because I love her,” he replied, a confounded look upon his face, wondering how such a question answered his.

“And I love my work.” Ginny lifted Draco's foot from the water and began sensually sucking his toes, which resulted in Draco's eyes slipping shut and sighing.

“Fuck, and you are so damn good at it,” he groaned wearily. Suddenly trying to shake his head out of this intoxicating fog of lust he was meandering through he asked, “But what about you and Potter? Everyone assumed you two would obviously marry someday.”

Ginny became a bit more reflective, her eyes focused on the long, finely boned foot she was still massaging. “There are reasons why Harry and I are not together any more. Reasons that are between Harry and me, and no one else. If you're wondering if my becoming a courtesan had anything to do with Harry, the answer is no. Harry and I parted, and then a long while after that I decided to pursue a new line of work other that touring the Quidditch circuit. One has nothing to do with the other.” There was a finality in her voice that said that the topic was no longer up for discussion, no matter how politely she answered Draco's question.

“Do you enjoy this line of work?” Draco asked with a smug look on his face.

Ginny laughed. “Couldn't you tell how much I was enjoying myself this evening?”

“Well, it could be an act.”

“Occasionally, I may have to pretend, but that happens with only a select few. And I must confess, when I heard I was going to be booked for an evening with you and your friends, I couldn't wait to finally find out if those rumors about men being sorted into Slytherin were true.” To add to her point, she reached out and grabbed hold of Draco's cock under the water, giving it a gentle tug.

“And after tonight, is Slytherin House's reputation for well-hung wizards still intact?”

“Oh, most definitely.” She gave him a wicked grin as broad as any Cheshire cat's.

“So who did you enjoy the most?” Draco asked, continuing to pry.

“And that is none of your business,” she warned him with a cool smile. “I don't ask you about your best sexual partner.”

“Phft, but that's easy. Hands down, you, Ginny,” he said honestly.

Draco had never called her by her first name, and the sound of it coupled with his sincere praise of her almost made her blush, but she schooled her features. “Well, to be honest, when Fred and George said you'd be my client, I did say I'd almost do you for free, since you had turned into such a good looking wizard, and proven yourself not to be a complete and utter prat.”

“For free? A charity case?” he teased, grabbing Ginny and pulling her so she turned around and was nestled between his thighs.

“Curiosity.” Ginny leaned back against his chest as his hand slipped between her legs and began stroking her.

“And have I fully satisfied your curiosity yet, Ginny?” he asked, breathing her name huskily into her ear, the sound making her melt.

“Oh, but there is still so much more yet to discover, Draco,” she purred back, raking her nails lightly up his thighs.

The water in the bath sloshed violently as they coupled once more in the tub. Thankfully, a few swishes of her wand and all that had spilled out of the tub was gone.

After a light evening repast, Ginny escorted Draco back to her bed.

“What now? Sleep, and so soon?” Draco asked with a mock pout, his hands toying with her breasts.

“Oh, no. Astoria gave me a very lengthy list of things she said... how did she put it? Ah yes.” Tilting her head up, gazing at Draco a bit imperiously and talking with a slightly overdone aristocratic tone, she quoted, “'Let's hope fulfilling these little scenarios will get them out of his system so I won't have to face his request that I do this for him someday.' Yes, that's how she said it.”

Draco laughed at the perfect imitation of his fiancée. Looking deeply into Ginny's eyes he said, as he brushed a pad of his thumb across her lips, “Well, if she thinks one evening of you wrapping these sweet lips around my cock and being able to bugger this delicious arse until you cry with ecstasy will be enough to get it out of my system, she is sorely mistaken.”

“My delicious arse?” Ginny prompted him questioningly. “And what if you had the chance to bugger your own sweet arse?”

Draco's brow briefly furrowed until Ginny went over to the bedside table and pulled out a vial. “I believe there was a few more things you needed to get out of your system, since Astoria doesn't want to experiment with Polyjuice Potion?”

The wicked grin that spread across Draco's face... had he given her the same look ten years prior, she would have been scared. Now it thrilled her.

“I can't tell you how many spell books I looked through as a teenager to make my back supple like an animal's so I could suck my own cock, yet never found the right one,” he mused aloud.

Ginny quaffed her glass of Polyjuice Potion with a bit of Draco added, followed by a breath mint. Now the same height as him, she sauntered over.

One thing Ginny always noticed when she Polyjuiced into another a man, and her client was about to enjoy his first homosexual experience, was the look of hesitancy, the questioning look where the client pondered if he was secretly gay or bisexual, but never had she been asked to transform into a mirror image of the client she was about to shag. So this was in a way a new experience for her as well, a sort of doppelganger masturbation fantasy, one could say.

For a moment, they held each other, hands stroking muscular flanks and the hard planes of each other's firm bodies.

“Kiss me,” Draco whispered, his voice shaking.

Ginny cupped the back of his head and leaned forward. Slowly, she pressed her lips against Draco's, enough to elicit a soft sigh. She then began to teasingly lick his lower lip, which made him sigh a little louder. Fully encircling Draco in her arm, she waited for his lips to part, then firmly pressed her mouth against his, her tongue invading, capturing, plundering, claiming.

Draco's arms seized back in surprise, no one had ever kissed him as fiercely as that; usually he was the aggressor. Ginny was taking control and seducing him, sucking on his lower lip, forcefully grabbing him and guiding him back towards her bed.

As the back of Draco's legs made contact with the mattress, he was somewhat unprepared and gracelessly sprawled across her bed, tumbling backwards and looking a bit off balance mentally as well.

Draco found himself looking up at the mirror image of himself, giving a predatory look that made his heart beat faster. He could only imagine that same look on her if she were still female, and that made his cock spring to life quickly, remembering she was still a witch underneath all that lean muscle and pale skin.

“You seem quite sure of yourself,” he noted, trying to sound casual. “I guess you've done this before?”

Ginny nodded her head, returning same smirk he had given to her earlier that evening before he fucked her the first time, and she crawled like a panther onto the bed to hover over him. Settling her body atop his, she tenderly stroked the hair out of Draco's face with one hand while the other snaked down his stomach and gently wrapped around his stiffening erection.

With the lightest of kisses, she trailed her lips across his neck and jaw, still stroking his brow. Talking in between her kisses, Ginny asked, “If you're nervous or unsure how you feel about this the slightest bit, we can go slowly.” All the while, her hand continued slowly stroking his rigid flesh.

Draco's eyes slipped shut and he tilted his head back and let out a longing sigh. “If you're trying to seduce me and turn me on, I can tell you right now, you're doing a damn fine job right now. No second thoughts.”

Hovering over Draco while braced on one elbow, she gazed deeply into his eyes giving him a reassuring smile. “Good.” Leaning down, she began to kiss Draco slowly, purposefully.

He was so lost in the sensation that he didn't notice Ginny readjusting her body position until he felt her grab his member firmly, and suddenly he was rubbing up alongside another cock.

Tearing his mouth away, Draco gasped. Looking down between their bodies, he watched as matching cocks were being held by one hand stroking them up and down. He reached a hand down and joined it with Ginny's, increasing the friction and rubbing sensation of their cocks together.

“That's it,” Ginny cooed, just as she began rocking her hips in time with their hand movements. Draco began moving as well, pushing up and into their joined hands holding their hot, stiff flesh.

Both began panting laboriously. Draco closed his eyes and threw his head back, whimpering out a feeble, “Oh, fuck,” before spurting in their hands.

With her wand, she discreetly cleaned up Draco's cum from their bodies with a wordless spell.

As Draco lay there, his chest heaving as he gulped for air, Ginny began to slide down, sucking and playing with his nipples, which caused him to shout a few more expletives.

“Has no one, not even Astoria, played with your nipples?” Ginny asked, flicking her tongue against the small hard pebble of his pale pink nipple.

Draco dumbly shook his head, looking down at Ginny with awe.

“Are you only this sexually assertive when Polyjuiced as a wizard?” he asked.

“Oh no,” Ginny countered before lightly biting Draco's nipple, which made his back arch up off the bed as he gasped. “I'm this way as a witch, but when Astoria booked me for your stag party, she imparted that you had a longstanding desire to sexually dominate me and fuck me, not that I overpower and fuck you. I hope I fulfilled that fantasy of yours.”

“Oh, but you did, thoroughly, though I still want to do some more things with you as a witch before I leave in the morning.”

“Oh, we have plenty of time, and plenty of stamina potion,” she assured him, before running her tongue down the middle of his chest to his navel, which she began to lave at.

Draco gave yet another whimper. “I've done this to witches, but at no point have they ever done this quite to me,” he confessed.

“It's a pity you and I were in opposite Houses while at Hogwarts. I could have expanded your horizons at a much younger age.” Ginny didn't say anything further because she had slid farther down and began sucking on Draco's cock yet again.

She really did like Draco's cock, as it was large, but a manageable size, unlike that American the previous week. It was also nice and thick with just enough curve to stroked her just right when he was fucking her.

As she began bobbing her head, she noticed Draco shifting. Understanding what he was doing, she scooted around until they were in a sixty-nine position on each other's sides.

Both made sounds of enjoyment and they sucked and licked and slurped and swallowed each other. Draco had never played with other wizards before, so when he tried to deep throat Ginny for the first time, he found his gag reflex kicked in very easily.

As he coughed and sputtered, Ginny laughed lightly. “Go easy. That's a technique that takes a bit of practice. Just try taking me to the back of your throat and see if you're first comfortable with that. Then you can try going a little bit deeper. Remember to relax the throat,” she coached him.

As Ginny was busy using more advanced techniques, Draco took a breather while continuing to stroke Ginny's member. “God, I didn't realize I'd love sucking cock so much.”

Pulling Draco's cock free of her own mouth, she asked for clarification, “You like the idea of sucking any wizard's cock or just your cock with my Polyjuiced body?”

“Well, you of course. I don't fly both sides of the Quidditch pitch, but sucking my own cock, attached to you.”

They kept themselves busy mutually pleasuring each other for a while before Ginny asked if he was ready for the next step.

Being the ever genteel host, Ginny offered, “Would you care to top me first, given that you've already had my arse tonight?”

Draco had the temerity to blush. Nervously, he asked, “Actually, I was wondering if you could do me first?”

Sensing how shy he had suddenly become, Ginny treated this like any other client who had come to her and asked to lose his virginity. “Would you like us to face each other or would you like me to be behind you,” she asked with tenderness, stroking Draco's cheek with a soft brush of her fingers.

Suddenly Draco, who had been very self-assured and sexually confident all evening, had become quite unsure of himself; almost timid. Stammering, he said, “I don't know. I mean, I just thought about it once. But when Astoria gave me that Veritaserum, that sort of slipped out and I hadn't really thought about it that much.”

“Shhh.” Ginny placed a finger upon his lips to soothe him and calm his troubled mind. “We'll go slow. And if you still feel uncomfortable, we can stop any time.”

How could Draco say that actually he was really excited about this, but just unsure what he should do with himself, usually being the impaler, not the impalee.

They cuddled face to face, exchanging soft and gentle kisses. Slowly, their passion began to build until their kisses were fierce and demanding.

Softly, Draco begged, “I want you inside of me.”

To keep the intimacy of the moment, Ginny rolled Draco onto his back in order for them to continue looking each other in the eye. With her wand, she pressed the tip of it just inside Draco's tight ring and said the charm.

Draco gave a short gasp, feeling something slick and warm fill him.

With his knees hitched up and legs spread wide, Ginny held her cock in her hand and pressed it up against Draco's entrance, making sure the head was slick with lube. She pushed in slowly a little.

Draco grimaced.

“Shhh, just relax.” She rubbed her hand up and down his thigh to try and soothe him.

As she pressed a little further, Draco frowned and shut his eyes tight. “Is it supposed to hurt this much, even with the lube?” he asked, feeling himself being stretched wide open.

“Well, you are rather well endowed, and your beautiful arse is a virgin one. You seemed to not mind my fingers. So we can try this one of three ways: We can either use a dildo of a more moderate size or I can use a special salve in order to help relax and expand just the slightest bit in order to ease entry. Or both.”

As Ginny lubed up the dildo, Draco kept his knees drawn up. As she slowly inserted the object, that was much smaller than Draco's cock, he let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, that's much easier to handle. And to think, I didn't think ever there would be a downside to my endowments.”

“Oh, when I use the salve on you later, you may enjoy that big, beautiful cock of yours, ramming into you. But as I said, we'll take it slow,” she promised.

As Ginny fucked Draco with the training toy with one hand, she encouraged him to stroke himself.

Draco gave a constant stream of moans as Ginny made sure the dildo stroked his prostate with each push and pull.

Leaning forward, Ginny started giving Draco head yet again, still keeping up the steady pistoning motion of her hand.

Knowing he was close, he begged Ginny to stop for a moment. “Can you use that salve now? I'd like to cum with you inside of me.”

As Ginny slowly pushed herself inside Draco's arse, she let out a hiss, trying not to peak right then. Even with the salve, Draco was deliciously snug.

“Oh, my little virgin,” she sighed, looking down at him fondly. “You are so delectably tight. So beautiful.” Ginny began making long strokes, going slowly.

Draco let forth a long wail that rose and fell in pitch as Ginny plunged and withdrew. He begged her to go faster. Ginny obliged.

After a few minutes, Draco asked to flip over, wanting know what it felt like to be taken from behind, like he had taken Ginny earlier in the night.

Ginny had Draco up on all fours, periodically reaching forward to stroke Draco's cock that swung back and forth with each thrust from behind.

As she leaned forward to kiss his back, Draco grabbed hold of her hand and held it tight. “Closer, be closer to me.”

Ginny pressed her whole body up along Draco's, her breath hot on his ear and she began thrusting with more force. Draco moved his leg up and to the side more to give Ginny greater access. She took it as a sign he wanted more, which she gladly gave him.

“Yes, yes,” he chanted softly as Ginny began jack-rabbiting into Draco, her arms wrapped firmly around him from behind. “Yes, fuck me,” he groaned, stroking his own hard member in his hand.

Ginny couldn't hold out any longer, driven over the edge of Draco's sweet plea. She came, grunting and ramming herself firmly into Draco one last time as she felt her balls tighten and squeeze, emptying herself into Draco.

Draco could feel the twitching and throbbing of a cock spurt hot seed into his arse. And he loved it. It pushed him over the edge to cum in his own hand with a long pitiful wail.

Had it been another wizard who had done this with him, he would have been repulsed, but for the fact it was Ginny who did this with and to him, he reveled in it.

Both required a nap to recover from that intensely intimate act.

Draco's eyes fluttered open to find Ginny gazing down at him, back in her original form, brushing his hair out of his face with a sweep of her fingers across his brow.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sticky, coated in dried sweat; in desperate need of a bath or shower again.” He sounded pleasantly exhausted. “I almost hate to ask, but also excited to know: What else do I have to look forward to?”

Ginny escorted Draco into her private bathroom. There was a well-appointed shower than included a bench for sitting while under the spray. Draco made use of it while still recuperating, enjoying the gentle ministrations of Ginny as she washed him. He then enjoyed watching as Ginny washed herself, with her putting on a bit of a show as she soaped her breasts and various other parts of her body.

Playing with her breasts for his voyeuristic pleasure, Ginny finally began addressing Draco's lingering question. “So I take it you enjoyed having me fuck you up the arse?”

“Oh boy, did I.”

“Well then, you're in luck. Next on the menu is Polyjuice for you, with hair provided by Astoria so you can see what it is like to be fucked as a witch, and I'll be Polyjuicing back into you. That is, if you want to try that. Since Astoria is used to accommodating you, I promise you that you won't need any period of adjustment like before.”

Draco said nothing but raised his eyebrows and nodded to himself, as if pondering how the idiom of “walk a mile in someone else's shoes” would play out in the bedroom.

As she toweled Draco off, he asked nonchalantly, “Have you ever thought about what you wanted to do once you tire of being a courtesan?”

“Not really. I am not ashamed to admit it, but I really do enjoy my work.” Running a finger along Draco's jaw and giving him a sultry stare that could singe paper, she added, “Some clients have made this an exceptionally wonderful job that I enjoy far more than I could have imagined.”

Inspired by the moment, Draco pulled Ginny into his arms and kissed her possessively.

Ginny reveled in it, having rarely been kissed like this since beginning her new career.

After Draco softened his grasp on her, he stroked her face, “Has anyone ever offered to take care of you exclusively?”

Tilting her head to one side, she gave him a curious look. “You mean, be a kept woman by one wizard and for one wizard alone?”

“Yes,” Draco breathed, pulling her close as he stroked her damp hair, leaning down to kiss her ear.

“You want me all for yourself?”

“Yes,” he sighed earnestly.

Regarding him, as he held her in his arms, she gave him a bittersweet smile. “Perhaps in time, I might consider your offer, but for now...” She shook her head, her hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Would Astoria really be happy and willing to have you take me on as your mistress? And just when you are getting married?”

“You're amazing, Ginny. You're funny, witty, you're great at Quidditch, you're smart, you play Wizard Poker like a pro, you're beautiful, sensual, adventurous. You have the most amazing tits I've ever seen. You're an ideal lover. Hell, had I gotten to know you before I began dating Astoria, I might have proposed to you instead,” Draco gushed.

Ginny laughed and removed herself from Draco's arms to finish toweling him off and hand him a fresh dressing gown. “Draco, don't confuse a great time in the sack with a lifetime of love and companionship, with the prospect of having children together.” Tying her own dressing gown, she added, “Yes, we've had a lovely time tonight, and I have enjoyed your company greatly. You've mellowed out quite a bit, plus you're a very good lover yourself, and charming in your own right.”

“That sounds like you want me, and to keep shagging the rest of wizardom as well,” he said solemnly. Draco was not disheartened, but looked a bit rejected by Ginny's reply.

“I wouldn't mind having you as a lover. But this is my business, so you'd also have to be my client. After all, you're not a charity case, nor would I be doing this for free. And it's not like I take just anyone into my bed. There are many I have rejected. And a fair number who just want some simple companionship, without the sex.”

With that admission, Draco's face soured.

“What?” Ginny asked with a laugh as Draco went to pout on a chair by the fire, where a middle of the night tea service had been set up, as it was about three in the morning. “Don't tell me that you've suddenly become possessive of me, after you enjoyed sharing me with your friends most of the night. I saw that look on your face in the locker room as I had Landry, Adrian and Millicent fucking every available orifice. I know you enjoyed watching that.”

“Yes, well that was then, this is now.” He waved his wand and poured himself a cup before crossing his legs and staring at the fire, not even waiting for Ginny to serve him.

“Come now. I'm flattered, quite flattered indeed you would want to keep me as your own personal plaything,” Ginny began as she walked over to Draco and removed the cup and saucer from his hand before sitting in his lap. “But since the end of the war we've spent exactly seven hours together in each other's company, most of it fucking each other’s brains out, and nap time.” The courtesan glanced at the clock to confirm it had been that long since he stepped into her boudoir. “If anything, it's the thrill of something new. Forbidden fruit, perhaps? The fulfillment of long desired fantasies you've stroked yourself to for years.”

Ginny continued to sit on his lap, stroking his hair and placing sweet kisses upon his temple. “I didn't take you for a sentimental romantic.”

Draco gazed up into Ginny's eyes and tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “That's because I've never met anyone to inspire me to be one, until now.”

“Let's not rush things. Besides, some of the brightest passions burn out the quickest. By the time your wedding rolls around, you could look back on this fondly, but glad this is out of your system. This could be nothing more than infatuation. We'll just take this one day at a time,” she murmured with her lips pressed against his temple.

While still seated in his lap, Ginny delicately fed Draco some finger sandwiches. When she popped a small strawberry tart into his mouth, she bent her head and tried to capture some of it back, which turned into some playful kissing and fondling.

Now that the mood had lightened, Ginny encouraged Draco back to her bed where she presented Draco with a goblet of Polyjuice Potion and strands of hair provided by his fiancée, Astoria.

Inhabiting the body of a female, Draco glided his hands down along his now soft curves, cupping the small yet firm breasts he was familiar with.

Ginny, who did not invite witches into her bed very often, more often wizards Polyjuiced into them, hummed with appreciation of Draco's new form, her eye raking over the lithe silhouette. Even Ginny could appreciate the female form aesthetically, while not attracted to witches in that way.

“Do you think you could do me a favor, before turning yourself into me?” Draco asked, his voice now a much higher register.

“And what is that?” Ginny asked with a bemused smile.

“Astoria would never entertain the idea, but I do enjoy watching girls do each other.” With Astoria's brown hair, her skin looked pale, easily showing the slight blush that crept across Draco's cheek.

With a short laugh, Ginny asked, “So is there any truth to the rumors about you, Pansy Parkinson and Tracey Davis having a three way?”

“You don't tell me about your time with Potter; I don't tell about my own liaisons,” he countered with a smirk, which came off more as a twisted smile upon Astoria's lips he was now sporting.

Ginny laughed a bit more – conceding fair was fair. She then used her wand to change her boudoir so that walls were now covered with mirrors and there was a large mirror mounted above the bed.

“There, that should allow you plenty of opportunity to enjoy the show, that is, if you can keep your eyes open,” the courtesan challenged him.

Settled onto the bed, side by side, they began with soft kisses.

As Ginny began trailing her mouth down Draco's neck, he opened his eyes and watched the scene reflected back and moaned with delight. “Bloody fucking hell, but we look so hot together,” he growled, coming out more like a purr.

Knowing how much Draco was enjoying the show, she slid down further and began playing with Draco's breasts, making sure to stay to the side so Draco could watch the reflection above them.

Draco didn't know what was turning him on more, the feeling of his tits being played with, which had a glorious sensitivity he did not realize until now he was in female form, or watching the vision of Astoria being seduced by this red-headed vixen.

When Ginny slipped her hand between Draco's thighs, he bolted upright, unprepared for how sensitive a clitoris felt when stimulated.

Laughing, Ginny asked, “Intense?”

Draco flopped back down, nodding his head dumbly.

“Then you'll love this,” she promised before slipped her head down between his thighs and began feasting on him.

As Ginny swirled her tongue around Draco's clit, he wailed loudly, grabbing at bedclothes as he writhed, intoxicated on the feeling of Ginny's tongue and fingers stroking, lapping and licking. Sure enough, his eyes slipped shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him.

“Oh, God, I have got to do this to Astoria more often,” Draco cried out, unable to keep his eyes open as he luxuriated in the feeling of what was being done to him with Ginny's deft skills.

“Here,” Ginny coaxed him and grabbed a hand and guided his fingers to his clit and instructed him on how to rub it. “Now, if you just relax, I think you'll find this is similar to a prostate massage.”

Ginny coated two fingers heavily with her saliva before she returned them between his legs and slid slowly into Draco. “That's it, keep stroking,” she encouraged him as his fingers kept worrying at his clit. Turning her palm upward, she crooked her finger and found the G-spot. With a slow and steady stroke, Ginny began to rub and palpitate it, which caused Draco to groan deliriously. As fingers slid in and out, Draco's hips rocked back and forth in time with Ginny's movement.

As the pitch in Draco's voice changed from mezzo to soprano, Ginny knew he was close to climaxing. Leaning forward, she latched her mouth on one of Draco's pert breasts and began to suck feverishly, which pushed him over the edge.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out as he bucked up and into her hand, his own furiously rubbing his clit.

Ginny could feel the muscles clamp down and milk her fingers, quivering until they finally relaxed.

Panting, Draco looked down at Ginny with Astoria's hazel eyes, drowsy with blissful release. He certainly had a deeper appreciation of his fiancée’s body and what felt pleasurable now. There would certainly some of the newly learned techniques employed on their wedding night, or before.

But before Draco could catch his breath, Ginny was downing a vial of Polyjuice Potion, turning back into Draco. With a squeak of surprise from Draco, Ginny settled into between his thighs and quickly guided herself into him.

Everything now engorged and aroused, Draco welcomed the intrusion, welcoming her and the feeling of a large cock sliding in and out of him.

Looking over Ginny's shoulder, Draco could see in the mirror above the length of the pale male body atop a feminine form, legs spread wide open. Experimentally, he lifted his legs higher and wrapped them around Ginny's waist as she continued to fuck Draco.

“How does it feel?” she asked, her arms braced stiff, gazing down at Draco.

“Pretty damn good.” Draco was writhing on the bed with pleasure.

“Try playing with your nipples and rubbing your clit to increase the pleasure,” she suggested, while rolling over to guide Draco to ride her.

Complying, Draco tried a bit of both, finding a pressure and rhythm that suited him while rolling his hips back and forth until he found himself climaxing once more. Ginny followed shortly after, sweaty and out of breath like the real Draco.

The rest of the morning was spent continuing to experiment in and out of Polyjuice form.

As lunch time rolled around, Ginny helped a thoroughly exhausted Draco dress. Just as she fastened his cloak about his shoulders there was a knock at the door of Ginny's boudoir.

Ginny opened the door, she greeted her guest cordially. “Miss Greengrass, welcome. Come to take your fiancé home?”

“That is if he has the stamina to let me Side-Along Aparate him home,” she said with a bit of cheek, greeting Ginny with a brief kiss upon her cheek.

Draco's head, which had been resting bonelessly against the back of the chair just lolled to one side, drinking in the sight of the courtesan and his bride to be acting very amicable with one another. He merely grunted a weak greeting.

“Worn him out. At least he has a couple weeks to recover until the wedding and wedding night,” Astoria noted dryly, her face impassive.

“Well, I hope Draco has learned a few new techniques that will meet with your satisfaction.” There was an amused arch of one fine reddish brow.

“We shall see.” Astoria sauntered casually over to where Draco lay sprawled gracelessly in the leather club chair. Brushing aside a lock of hair from his tired face, she smiled down at him. “And should I be very pleased, I will have to reward him with more trips for more training by you.”

Draco's brow briefly furrowed before his face turned into one of brief amazement mixed with gratitude before Astoria Apparated away with him.

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