Chapter 2: Building Tension
A few weeks passed with them still using the potion regularly, each dose was a key that unlocked deeper, more desperate layers of pleasure. The initial shock had worn off, replaced by a confident, hungry familiarity with his own resurrected arousal. Silas was no longer a passive observer and ocassional participant in Padma's pleasure, but a vigorous and active partner in their shared pleasure. Silas' hands, once hesitant, now freely roamed over Padma's body with possessive knowing touch. He'd quickly discovered and knew every curve, dip and sensitive spot that made her gasp, quiver, shudder and beg for more with the right amount of pressure needed to cause such effects.
Silas had also discovered exactly what Padma liked and preferred to how, from the precise rhythm of his hips, tongue and fingers to drive her lust to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back, teasing her with the promise of more which made her beg to the fact they were both insatiable. He believed his own was connected to his hunger as well as reveling in the new, foreign feelings afforded to him by the potion, while Padma's was connected to having very little to no intimate contact before to an sudden abundance which ignited her lustful spark. The potion was also a catalyst that had them expanding their and exploring their own kinks and preferences such as Silas finding besides teasing, denying and controlling when Padma came, he enjoyed being submissive and forced to pleasure her how she wanted. Padma meanwhile found that both heat like candle wax against Silas' cool skin make him shiver in pleasure as well as increasing her own body's sensitivity.
This night, as the moon currently cast rays through their window, casting the room in a cool, pale glow as Silas let Padma catch her breath and recover from her most recent and third orgasm of the night. She traced patterns over his smooth, still, pale chest, her fingers idly tracing the symbol of a rune there that meant love. Silas held her close, his arms wrapped around her, his hands stroking her bare back in slow, soothing circles. "You know," Padma began, her voice casual but with an undercurrent of serious intent, ''one time, Vati and I snuck some of mum and pita's fire whisky, during Christmas break, 5th year. During a fit of giggles, we tried to stifle as we lay in our beds, we opened up and revealed a few fantasies we each had.''
Silas stilled his hand, his blue eyes sharpening with interest. "Ooh, the drunk fantasies of twins sisters. Why do you bring it up?" he prompted, his hand stroking her bare hip.
"Well, given that you and I have started to explore some kinks, boundaries and each other in the more conventional way partners do, I thought during this little break it'd be the best time to share a fantasy and get your opinion.'' Padma said, her voice steady despite the heat rising in her cheeks mixed with the nervous energy of revealing a hidden secret. ''So, Vati and I, as you know have always been close, twins and all. But that night it came out that we'd each been curious about... sharing a man, together. However not just any ol' bloke, someone special and well whose more special than a vampire?''
The image slammed into Silas with the force of a bludger: identical, beautiful witches, their warm brown skin, dark glossy hair and knowing smiles mirrored in each other. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as the sheer, filthy potential of it ignited his hunger. "You, know. Dean Thomas always said you and Vati were the two most beautiful witches of our year, which I agree with obviously, but I didn't know you two were possibly the kinkiest too.''
Padma replied ''As I said, we were younger, and sharing isn't exactly new to us as twins, so it being a shared fantasy makes sense. We've always been each other's best friend and while we've talked about it here and there before in private, but more a curious wonder, never seriously. However, with the way you and I've been exploring this new physical dynamic with each other, I thought, now would be a good time to bring it up and see how you feel about it. I know it's a bit unconventional, but you're more than just a friend, but a partner. A true partner and now lover, especially given what we've been through, particularly from 5th year on with Umbridge's 'crusade' against you, the fear and paranoia of You-Know-Who rising in power when you and me officially confirmed our feelings for each other and the eventual Fall of the Ministry, that Dark year at school, not to mention the Battle of Hogwarts, before a slight return to normalcy our 8th year. So given all that, what do you think?''
Silas' eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing with the implications of Padma's words. He'd never considered the possibility of sex before the potion, let alone being shared between twins, but the thought sent a jolt of excitement through him. He could imagine it all too clearly: Padma and her twin sister, Parvati, their identical faces and bodies, their warm, soft skin and dark hair. ''Padi, my Lotus Petal. I'd be lying if I said the idea of being with both you and Vati together didn't make my cock twitch. As a vampire with a ravenous appetite, both blood without my ring and an awakened, hungry lust I'm in. However, as the man and monster who loves you more than anything I'd only be comfortable if you're sure and if Parvati agrees too. I don't want to force or coerce anyone into anything. I want it to be consensual and safe, for all of us. So, if you're sure and Vati agrees, then I'm in.'' Silas explained before adding.
''And if you two are both willing, I'd like a kinky and taboo fantasy of mine agreed to in return since you two will be sharing me." he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "I'd want to watch you two fuck. Eating, slurping, do what muggles call scissoring where you rub your chambers together. You two do that and I'll fuck you both all night long."
Padma’s breath hitched, her pupils dilating with raw arousal at his explicit, downright taboo demand. ''You want to watch Vati and I... fuck?'' she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet laced with a hunger that matched his own.
Silas nodded, his eyes darkening with desire. ''Since you two will be sharing me, I want to see you two touch, taste and make each other cum I want to hear your moans, your gasps, your cries of pleasure. I want to see both your bodies writhe and tremble with ecstasy.'' He paused, his voice dropping to a low growl. ''And then, I want to fuck you both. Hard.'' Silas growled.
Padma 's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off Silas, his desire palpable. She said ''I'll have to talk with Vati and discuss this with her first, so I don't want to make any promises I can't keep. But I promise to discuss it with her and get back to you as soon as possible. But for now, I think we should focus on something else, don't you?''
Silas nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. ''Yeah, I think we should. But first, I need to make sure you're ready for me again.'' He said, his voice a low growl as he reached down between her legs to feel her wetness. ''Oh yeah, Padi. You're still plenty wet. You're ready for me.'' His fingers slipped inside her easily, her juices coating them before he pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper in protest.
''You're ready for me, Padi,'' he murmured, his voice a low growl as he positioned himself between her legs. He spread her thighs wider, his eyes locked onto hers as he lined up his cock with her entrance. ''I can feel you throbbing for me,'' he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. ''You want me, don't you?'' He asked, his voice a low rumble as he began to thrust into her, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Padma gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt him fill her completely. ''Yes,'' she moaned, her head falling back as Silas began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. ''Yes, I want you, Silas. I want you so much.''
Silas groaned, his teeth nipping at her neck, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone. He could feel her pulse throbbing against his lips, her blood singing beneath her skin as his hips drove into hers with a newfound urgency. He wanted to consume her, to mark her as his, to make her scream his name. He could feel her body responding to his, her hips meeting his thrusts, her breath coming in short gasps.
After a few minutes, Padma's voice cut through his haze of desire. "Crimson, babe. Crimson." She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, as Silas halted his frantic rhythm. He pulled back, his eyes meeting hers, "What's wrong, Padi?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Padma blushed, her eyes darting away from his. "Nothing, I just want to try something else.” Her voice was a breathless, conspiratorial whisper against his ear. “I want you to put a hand on my throat.”
Silas stilled inside her, felt the air the suddenly shift from raw passion to this dark new territory sending a jolt through him. “Padma,” he said, his voice low and serious, his blue eyes searching her face for any uncertainty. “Are you sure? You know how strong I am.”
“I’ve never been more sure, of anything.” she breathed, her dark eyes blazing with a mixture of trust and fierce desire. “I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. You almost bit me in 5th year, because that bitch Umbridge. She took both your ring and blood drops, stopped you from receiving blood for two whole weeks. I want to feel what would've happened if you had drained me. I want to feel that.”
He remembered all too well what she was talking about. His most harrowing moment as a teen, but now they could actually do something with it, something sexy. He slowly brought his hand up, wrapped a hand around and rested it against the fragile column of her throat, feeling the frantic pulse of her life beneath his cool skin. He applied the slightest pressure, a question, and her answering moan was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
“Harder,” she begged, her back arching, her cunt clenching tightly around his cock. “Please, Silas, I want it.” He increased the pressure, carefully, watching her face as her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed. He made his eyes go from their usual deep blue to pools of black, almost obsidian, he extended his fangs, as his voice becomes layered with his normal tone, the hint of his American twang coming through as an airy etheral layer was added. He then said as if remembering that day, that moment vividly ''You shouldn't have come to find me. Should've left it alone curious Raven.'' He said as he started thrusting into slowly. He leaned down scraping teeth against her neck playing up the danger that both know lay within him, but never actually listened to his intincts.
''Merlin, how easy it'd be to drain you, turn you right now, Padi. To feel your life force coursing through me, your blood filling my mouth, your body going limp in my arms.'' He whispered, his voice a low growl, his hips thrusting into her harder, agonizingly slow, his hand around her throat tightening slightly.
''You know, Padi, I could snap your neck right now. I could drain you completely, and you'd never know what hit you. You'd be mine, forever.'' He said, his voice a low rumble, his eyes locked onto hers, his fangs glinting in the dim light of the room. Meanwhile his thrusts were deep and slow as the lack of air seemed to amplify every sensation, Padma was feeling. Her face is flushed a deep beautiful shade of crimson, her back was arched impossibly far, and she could swear the feeling of his cock was reaching into her very soul. A tear traced a path from the corner of her eye as she teetered on the edge of consciouness and bliss. ''That's it, my exotic slag.'' Silas growled as his own climax neared, coiling tight within. He was mesmerized by her absolute surrender. ''Cum for me you slutty little witch. Do it now, my Lotus Petal.''
Her body convulsed around him as waves crashed over her in an intense, silent, shuddering release that milked his cock. His own orgasm soon arrived in thick, pulsing waves as his thrusts became erratic. He released his grip on her neck the instant he felt her peak, and she dragged in a ragged, sobbing gasp of air, her body going limp beneath him after her orgasm passed. They lay there for a long moment, tangled together, the only sound their harsh, intermingling breaths, which were more habit for Silas and the sound of Padma's racing heart.
"Fuck," she finally whispered, her voice hoarse, a dazed, triumphant smile on her swollen lips. "That was... fucking incredible." She looked up at him, her dark eyes shining with unshed tears.
Silas then rolled over unanswering, grabbed his 10 ¾ inch Ebony wand and said''My turn to try something, fun, Padma.'' He then moved the wand in two gentle upward swirls over the chest area, ending with a soft flick outward while saying “Magnifis pectoris maxima sustento.'' Which caused Padma's breasts to swell two full cup sizes from full, heavy and perky oranges to round, soft grapefruits. However he wasn't done as he also moved his wand in gentle downward spirals over her enlarged breasts, ending with a soft tapping motion casting “Lactifero maxima sustento.'' Which caused her to start lactating.
Her nipples hardened, and she felt a warm, wet sensation as milk began to drip from her engorged breasts. ''Oh, fuck, Silas,'' she gasped, her hands automatically going to her breasts, cupping them, feeling the weight and the warmth. ''What did you do to me?'' She asked, her voice a breathless whisper as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and arousal.
Silas grinned, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched her. ''I did a couple little spells to make your tits bigger and milky, Padi. I thought it'd be fun to see you like this.'' He said, his voice a low growl as he reached out, cupping her heavy breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. ''Fuck, they're so big and heavy now. I can't wait to play with them.''
Padma moaned, her back arching as Silas' hands squeezed her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples before he leaned in and though he didn't need anything beyond blood to survive, he drank from them eagerly, his tongue lapping at the milk that flowed freely from her engorged nipples. She could feel the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue, and the slight suction as he pulled on her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
''Fuck, Silas,'' she gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him to her as he continued to suck and lick at her breasts. ''That feels so good.''
Silas looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust as he released her nipples with a pop. ''You taste so good, Padi. Like sweet cream and honey,'' Silas murmured, his voice a low rumble as he continued to lap at her breasts, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her ass, squeezing her thighs. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her breath coming in short gasps, her hips writhing beneath him.
Padma moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her as he continued to suck and lick at her breasts. ''Fuck, Silas,'' she gasped, her back arching as he bit down gently on her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
''I need more. I need you inside me again.''
Silas growled, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked up at her. ''You want my cock, Padi? You want me to fuck you hard and deep?'' He asked, his voice a low rumble as he positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wide.
''Yes,'' she moaned, her hips lifting to meet his, her body aching with need. ''I need you, Silas. I need your cock inside me.'' she reached for her wand next, aimed at his still hard cock and with small upward flicks and circular motions before casting “Magnifis phallus maxima sustento!''
Silas's cock began to grow, thickening and lengthening before her eyes, until it was a monstrous, throbbing, 14 inches of pure, veined, pulsating flesh. His eyes widened in surprise, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the spell take effect. ''Fuck, Padi. That's... that's a lot. You're such a greedy slag, my Lotus Petal.'' Silas chuckled, a dark, wicked sound as he lined up his cock with her entrance. ''You're a greedy little witch, aren't you, Padi? Always wanting more.'' He thrust into her, his hips snapping forward, his cock filling her completely. Padma gasped, her back arching as she felt him stretch her, her body adjusting to his size. ''Fuck, Silas,'' she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. ''You're so big. So fucking big.''
Silas groaned, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. ''You're so tight, Padi. So fucking tight. I could stay inside you forever.'' He leaned down, his teeth nipping at her neck, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone.
The next couple of hours passed in a blur of sweat, moans, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Padma's body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair a wild tangle around her face, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Silas continued to pound into her, his body moving with a relentless, primal rhythm. She could feel her body responding to his, her hips meeting his thrusts, her nails digging into his back, leaving red welts in their wake. They both lost track of their orgasms , the pleasure building and building until they were both a writhing, moaning mess. Silas' fangs were out, his eyes black as he looked down at her, his body glistening with sweat. He could feel his climax building, his cock throbbing inside her.
"Fuck, Padi," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill you up." He thrust into her harder, his hips snapping against hers, his cock hitting that spot deep inside her that made her see stars.
Padma moaned, her body convulsing around him as she felt her own orgasm building.
"Silas, I'm... I'm going to..." she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her back arching as she felt the first waves of her climax hit her. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she cried out, her body shaking as she squirted, her juices gushing out of her, coating Silas' cock and balls, spraying onto the sheets beneath them. Silas groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt her hot, wet release, his own climax hitting him hard. "Fuck, Padi! You're squirting all over me! That's it, my Lotus Petal, cum for me! Cum hard!" he growled, his hips snapping against hers as he filled her with his own release, his cock pulsing inside her, his hot seed mixing with her juices.
The potion's effects began to wear off, his cock slowly returning to its normal size, and Padma's breasts deflated, the milk drying up. They both collapsed onto the bed, her body slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps even Silas didn't breathe. Silas looked down at Padma, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her eyes closed, a soft smile playing on her lips. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "You're beautiful, Padi," he murmured, his voice soft. "You always have been, but now... now you're radiant."
Padma's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile spreading across her face as she looked up at him. "You're not so bad yourself, Si," she replied, her voice a low purr. "I had no idea you had it in you. All those years, wasted." She laughed softly, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing against his lips. "But I'm glad we finally get to explore this side of our relationship."
Silas leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers. "Me too, Padi and we should talk about what we want to do next.''
''Besides my sister of course.''
''Yeah, besides Vati.'' Silas agreed.
The two of them cuddled, casting ''Scourgify'' on their sheets to make them dry and ''Santis'' to clean each other. They then cuddled, still naked, bodies entwined, as Silas held Padma close, her breathing returning to normal while he described what he wanted to do with Parvati.
''Picture it Padi. Your twin, Vati, sucking my enlarged cock after I make you gush like tonight, your slutty lioness sister, tasting both of us on my shaft. Her dark hair fanning out on my thighs, her plump lips stretched around my huge girth. She'd look up at me, her dark eyes filled with desire, her tongue swirling around my head, lapping up our combined juices. I'd grab her hair, guiding her head, fucking her mouth and throat slowly, watching as she takes me deeper, her eyes watering.''
Padma's breath hitched at the mental image Silas painted, her body already responding to his words. ''Fuck, Fang. That's... that's hot.'' She whispered, her hand trailing down his still chest, her fingers brushing against his cool, flaccid cock. ''Oh, that'll be quite the sight to see. You know what I heard a third year say one time during our sixth? They thought you were dating both of us and neither me nor Vati knew about each other.'' Padma's voice was a low, sultry purr as she continued to stroke Silas' cock, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, her thumb brushing against the would-be sensitive head, cock still flaccid without the potion.
''I once heard I was making you my thrall, as if I could even do that, even true vampires have a hard time making a witch their thrall.'' Sikas replied.
''Oh, master. What is it you want from me, I'm yours to command.'' Padma joked in a monotone voice.
They both laughed as they cuddled closer, their bodies fitting perfectly together. Silas' hand began to wander, tracing patterns on Padma's soft skin as they started drifting off, but not before revealing former classmates they could see themselves with before they drifted off to sleep. Silas admitted if he'd been able to rise to the occasion without potion assistance and a free pass, he'd have a hard time as he'd thought of not only Padma and her twin, but Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Cho Chang, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet and Tamsin Vance an oft forgotten chaser his 1-3 year on the house Quidditch team. She was a fierce early defender of his on and off the field and treated him like a little brother. Meanwhile Padma admitted Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom particularly during their dreadful 7th year with reforming and leading the D.A., Terry Boot, Micheal Corner, Seamus Finnigan, Fred and George both respectively and together, Dean Thomas and even though he wasn't a student or fully human Firenze the centaur Divination teacher. Upon hearing Firenze's name Silas playfully laughed saying ''So that's why you and I are together, you like non-human cocks my Lotus Petal. I should've known.''
Padma giggled and playfully slapped his chest. ''I like all cocks, human and non-human, you're just jealous of the size of his cock.'' She said with a smirk. ''I mean, I've seen it, it's massive, and you're just a little guy.''
Silas laughed, ''I'm not little, I'm just not a centaur like Firenze. I can still make you cum though, can't I?'' He asked, his voice a low growl as he pressed his hand against her entrance.
Padma moaned, her hips shifted back, her ass against his softness.
''Yes, you can make me cum, Silas. You always do.'' She gasped, softly gyrating knowing it wasn't doing anything without any potion left in his system.
Silas's chuckle deepened, a soothing rumble. "You know, Lotus Petal, this could be the start of a beautiful relationship," he murmured, his fingers drawing lazy circles on her back.
She smirked, snuggling closer to him, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. "You're a cheesy bastard, Silas Mercer." she whispered, her voice drowsy.
"And you're a slutty little witch who loves every minute of it," he retorted, his lips brushing against her ear as he held her close.
Padma giggled, her breath slowly evening out as the effects of the potion and their intense lovemaking session began to take their toll. "I can't argue with that," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep began to claim her. Their bodies, entwined in a tangle of limbs and soft sighs, slowly relaxed, Padma's breaths evening out as they drifted into a peaceful slumber. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the gentle hum of the city outside their window, and the faint scent of their lovemaking lingering in the air. The potion's effects had worn off, leaving them both sated and content, their bodies spent but their minds still buzzing with the possibilities of the future.