"These again?" she scoffed. "They hardly impress anymore. As I thought, you're out of ideas."
"Don't be so quick to judge. I've added some improvements." One by one, he tapped the feathers with his wand, making them glow briefly, before touching Fia's head between her horns with a muttered incantation. She eyed him warily. "You'll understand soon enough."
He pinched a feather by the quill and ran its tip along her collarbone. Undeterred by the lack of reaction, he plucked another from the air to tease alongside her flat belly. She gave him a demonstrative yawn, but he could see goosebumps erupting along her skin.
Grinning, he set up the entire collection, paying particular attention to Fia's tail and inner thighs. By the time he got to her breasts, her nipples had hardened. Where the rest of the feathers moved with long, languid strokes, he set the last two to whisk around her small areolas with light, barely-there brushes. She finally tried to shift away, but the feathers followed her unrelentingly.
He drew back. Fia feigned indifference as usual, yet she couldn't help but twitch when the tips of the feathers found a particularly sensitive spot. Nodding to himself, he blindfolded her. She didn't bother resisting this time, instead giving him a deliberately bored look until the silky fabric covered her eyes.
He sighed. "I guess it's pointless to ask if you've had a change of heart. You know the drill—I leave, you stay alone in the darkness and think about my offer."
"The only thing I'll be thinking about is your head on a p-platter." Her tone was affectedly apathetic, but the stammer rather ruined the effect.
"Whatever makes you feel better."
He strode to the stairs, his hand dipping into his pocket to withdraw his invisibility cloak. He climbed to the door, opened it, and staying inside, slammed it shut. Draping the cloak over himself, he grinned wryly as he weaved a Silencing Charm before retracing his steps downstairs.
Fia's muscles tensed and her nostrils flared. Swearing inwardly, he masked his scent with another charm, then stood motionless as she swiveled her blindfolded head.
"I know you're there!" she cried, making him flinch. "Stop skulking around and come out, little prick!"
His mouth opened to retort, but he clamped his jaw shut in time. Fia appeared to be holding her breath to listen. After half a minute, she exhaled explosively, the chain holding up her wrists jangling.
He heaved a sigh of relief. She must've been screaming those same words at the empty basement since he caught her under his invisibility cloak two weeks ago. It would've been amusing to call her out on it, but he was after a bigger prize. Taking a breath to calm his racing heart, he observed.
Even though she remained seated on the chair, her posture couldn't have been more different. Whereas she was rigid and unyielding before he 'left', she now wiggled and tugged on the ceiling chain, attempting to inch away from the feathers despite it all being in vain. She made noises too, little growls of frustration that gradually turned into squeaks, and at one point, into a breathless titter.
Initially, he expected to get bored quickly, but whether because of seeing his enemy reduced to such a state, or some voyeuristic pleasure, he found he couldn't tear his gaze away. Sweat beaded on her brow, and the muscles of her abdomen contracted in tune with the feather whisking along her tail. She tossed her head, grimacing when her crimson locks stuck between her back and the chair.
Without warning, she screamed, straining against her bonds and thrashing around with what little freedom the chain allowed. Harry jumped back in shock. A moment later, her body went limp and she groaned with palpable frustration.
Her spry tail, which had been doing little but undulate behind her back, curved forward around her waist. He watched with silent amusement as she used it to swat blindly at the feathers for several minutes before giving up. Yet she didn't draw back her tail, instead trailing it up her belly and between her breasts.
She stilled, tilted her head, then swallowed. Her tail continued its journey around her breast, squeezing it. Its heart-shaped tip smacked away a feather to rub her erect nipple, and her lips parted in a moan.
Realizing he wouldn't need to wait long for her to cave in, Harry tiptoed closer. Fia shivered in a way she hadn't before, her breathing quickening. Unwinding her tail from her breast, she brought its tip to her lips and lavished it with her tongue before grazing it with her teeth. A muffled moan sounded.
Her mouth remained open as she lowered her tail to the junction of her thighs. Its glistening tip skimmed the band of her panties. Groaning impatiently, she flattened it against her belly and slid it down until it slipped under the waistband.
She sucked in a ragged breath before venturing lower. Her limbs trembled as the lump that was the tail's tip slithered beneath the pink fabric toward where she wanted it.
"Fuck," she whispered, biting her lip.
Her tail slid down, then up, and she mewled, clenching her hands into fists. The tentative motions of her tail sped up gradually.
He gulped and adjusted his crotch; his pants were tight all of a sudden. The sight was so alluring he wanted to let her continue, but she was having too much fun for his taste. Stepping closer, he stuck out a hand above the writhing cord of her tail, grinned, then grabbed it.
She screeched and flailed so violently he would've been worried about her injuring herself were she human. The ropy muscles of her tail tensed between his fingers, the tip whipping back and forth, but he held on, giving it a squeeze to show he meant business.
She winced and ceased struggling. Letting go of her tail, which promptly retreated behind her back, he shrugged off the cloak and nudged her blindfold upward.
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