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The sound of her kitten heels on the stone floors echoed down the empty Ministry corridors as Lirelle made her way to the end of the hallway. It was too late for her to run into anyone, the lights already turned off in all the offices she passed on her way. Lirelle shouldn't even have been there according to protocol, should have called it a night an hour ago and left to enjoy a drink with her colleagues. But her boss had requested to see her in a stern tone, a couple minutes of her time to discuss something - what exactly he wanted to discuss was left to Lirelle’s imagination. It almost seemed like he wanted to make Lirelle nervous in a way, make her question what she had done wrong, but Lirelle decided not to let her mind go there. She knew that she was good at her job. Ambitious and diligent, her work was always finished way before the deadline, she got along well with everyone she worked with, maintaining professional relationships and keeping out of drama. Lirelle wasn’t exactly a goody two shoes. Risks had to be taken to succeed and move up, but they had to be calculated and Lirelle made sure that the fallout, should it ever come that far, wouldn’t be traced back to her. A couple scenarios briefly flickered through Lirelle’s head before she shooed them away. It didn’t really matter. When Lucius Malfoy told you to meet him in his office, there was nothing to do but comply.
So, when Lirelle’s colleagues had started to pack their bags, she had told them to go ahead and enjoy their evening while she had finished up her work until the clock on the wall had announced that it had been time.
Lirelle ran her fingers over her light blue silk blouse. It was flattering with its flared sleeves and tight bodice, the heart shaped neckline dipping low between her breasts, not low enough to be considered entirely inappropriate, but just the right amount to leave whoever she was handing files to hoping for more. Lirelle’s hands traveled down further, smoothing non-existent wrinkles out of her matching silk skirt as she came to a standstill in front of the big wooden doors. Balancing on that sweet edge of being a tease and remaining professional made Lirelle’s workday sweeter. The sometimes more, sometimes less, hidden glances, the almost desperately averted eyes when she bent over slightly to reach something just a little too far away, there was no denying that it stroked her ego. Knuckles against wood, once, twice, three times, announced Lirelle’s arrival.
There was no answer at first and an annoyed huff left Lirelle’s mouth - first he had the audacity to make her stay late and then he didn’t answer the door - before the door finally swung open.
Lucius Malfoy was behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, legs stretched out, elbow propped up on the armrest, his strong fingers wrapped around a tumbler containing what Lirelle assumed to be firewhiskey. His outer robes and the jacket of his three piece suit taken off, the top button on his dress shirt undone, the sight sent a chill down Lirelle’s spine. Something didn’t seem right. Malfoy spared no glance in Lirelle’s direction when she slowly approached his desk but instead casually continued his conversation with the person standing off to the side. Lirelle’s steps faltered and her chest tightened when she saw who he was talking to.
Corban Yaxley was next to the fireplace, his legs crossed, his broad shoulder leaning against the expensive marble. He was holding a glass in one hand, his wand resting in the other. Lirelle suspected that Yaxley must have been the one to open the door for her and her suspicion proved to be correct when another casual flick of his wrist closed the door behind her. The temperature in the room seemed to drop when the door fell shut and the sound of it cut through the silence just as Malfoy turned to Lirelle. Goosebumps were clawing their way up Lirelle’s skin as she fought against her instinct to take a step back. Something definitely wasn’t right.
For a moment, Lirelle’s thoughts were on her wand, safely tucked away in her desk with her bag and other belongings. A couple minutes ago when she had left her office, she had seen no reason to bring it along with her down the hall. The situation was very different now. Caught alone in an office long after everyone else had gone home for the day with not one but two former death eaters - exonerated, of course, but did that really matter - and without her wand, Lirelle suddenly really didn’t like the way that Yaxley was eyeing her. Lirelle felt small and fragile, all too aware of every little bit of skin that was not covered by fabric. She felt like cornered prey stared down by hungry wolves.
It had been huge news when Lucius Malfoy, Corban Yaxley, and other former death eaters had been exonerated. It had been even bigger news when they had acquired high ranking positions at the Ministry not long after. ‘Reformed’ was what the official announcements called them, ‘deep enough pockets’ was the verdict of the general public. Lirelle had done her best to keep a healthy distance where possible. The arrogance that seemed to lace through every fiber of their beings, fueled by the idea that they were untouchable, everyone else simply beneath them, mixed with the fact that their presence triggered Lirelle’s fight or flight response, made staying away the better option.
‘You wanted to see me, Mr Malfoy.’ Lirelle cleared her throat in an attempt to hide the tremor in her voice.
A small smirk tugged at the corners of Malfoy's mouth before he lifted his hand and gestured towards one of the two chairs in front of his desk. Lirelle’s eyes went back and forth between Malfoy, who was looking at her expectantly, impatience flashing across his aristocratic features when Lirelle didn't move immediately, and Yaxley, who was slowly moving closer, putting his firewhiskey down on the desk.
'Sit down.' Malfoy's command was a low hiss. Lirelle had never been the direct target of his anger but she had heard enough to know that this was a fire she did not want to play with. Legs feeling infinitely heavier than they should, Lirelle slowly moved around the chair and sat down while she raked her brain for a possible explanation. But no matter how hard she tried, she drew a blank on what she could have done to warrant his anger.
'I…' Lirelle’s attempt to explain herself was shot down before she could decide on what to apologize for.
The sound of Malfoy's palm making contact with the top of the desk made Lirelle flinch and scoot back in the chair in a futile effort to get away from the offending action. Yaxley's chuckle, prompted by Lirelle’s fear, barely registered with her. It was just one of too many things that currently left her insides boiling with anger and frozen with fear.
Lirelle pressed her lips together tightly, her fists clenching and unclenching in her lap, as she stared at Malfoy. A couple seconds of silence went by before Malfoy leaned forward in his chair, folded his hands on the desk, cocked his eyebrow, and started speaking.
'Care to explain why you're dressed like a whore?'
The words, spoken so casually, hit Lirelle like a punch in the gut. How could he speak to her like that? The nonchalant insult made Lirelle’s heart race and rage roare inside of her.
'Excuse me?' The words left Lirelle’s mouth through clenched teeth. She didn't need this. She didn't need to let him talk to her like that. Lirelle’s hands found the armrests of the chair to pull herself up and leave, she'd deal with the repercussions later.
Instead huge hands landed on her shoulders and pushed her back down hard, fingers digging into her flesh close to her throat. The pain was unimportant compared to the all-consuming panic that was coursing through Lirelle’s body and taking her over as Yaxley towered over her from behind.
Lirelle could feel Yaxley's breath stroking her cheek as he leaned down, his lips close to her ear. His voice was accompanied by a squeeze of his hands.
'You heard him, missy. Such a pretty little thing, dressed like a whore, tight skirts, low-cut tops, driving everyone crazy. You love the attention, don't you? Parading around just begging for someone to take you up on the offer.'
Time seemed to stand still for a second before Lirelle started to shake. Her attempts to get away from Yaxley's hands were met with nothing but a hint of amusement from him and when she tried to pull back her hand to hit him, he caught her wrist too easily.
'No.' A hiccup accompanied Lirelle’s words 'No, let me go.'
Instead Yaxley pulled Lirelle out of her chair and sat back down with her on his thigh. He maneuvered her wrists behind her body, trapping them in one hand, the other hand wrapping itself around her throat.
'Where are your manners, missy? We're finally on the same page, you should be thanking us. All that begging and finally you get what you've been asking for. Begging to be taken, filled, fucked.' The last three words were emphasized by Yaxley's thigh lifting up and pressing hard between Lirelle’s legs, pathetically dangling, the front of her shoes scraping along the floor, desperately trying to get a grip.
Whimpers and hiccups left Lirelle’s mouth in between her words, squeezing past his brutal hold on her throat, as she struggled against his unrelenting grip 'Stop, let go of me.' But the harder she struggled the more force he used to hold her against him.
Lirelle’s shoulders were beginning to ache and she could feel the skin of her wrist rubbing painfully against his hold. It wouldn't take long for bruises to start showing up and with the threat of unconsciousness looming around the corner as Yaxley's fingers dug harder into the soft flesh of her throat, Lirelle slumped back against his chest while a tear made its way down her cheek.
'Smart girl.' Yaxley's praise added mockery to Lirelle’s misery as he slowly released his grip on her throat. A sigh of relief almost left Lirelle’s mouth before his hand traveled lower, brushing over her arched front, pinching her nipples hard and making her vince in pain before he pulled her back further, dragging her butt into the bulge on his suit pants, his hand settling on her lower belly. 'Wouldn't want you to miss all the fun by passing out now, would we?'
The scraping of a chair caught Lirelle’s attention before she could respond to Yaxley's threat. Her chest was rising and falling fast with her labored breathing as Malfoy took another sip of his drink before putting it back down and getting up. Again Lirelle tried to struggle, wiggling in Yaxley's grip, trying to flee from the slowly approaching man. Her only achievement was a deep groan from Yaxley, right in her ear, as she unintentionally rubbed her butt against the erection straining in his pants.
Malfoy lazily leaned back against the desk in front of Lirelle, his eyes focusing on her every move.
'Such an eager little thing, rubbing all up against me, Lucius. Her tight ass feels amazing against my hard cock, even through my pants. Can't wait to feel her squirming around me.' A sharp thrust of Yaxley's hips pushed Lirelle forward towards Malfoy who seemed to enjoy the show. Held up only by Yaxley's grip on her, Lirelle’s head hung low, her hair falling into her face, covering it, tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto Malfoy's shoes.
'Please, please, no.' Lirelle’s shoulders shook with her quiet sobs, her words becoming less and less intelligible.
'Yes, missy, yes. You sound so sweet when you use your words to beg instead of your body for once. Can't wait to hear what you sound like with my cock buried deep in your cunt.' Lirelle weakly shook her head in response to Yaxley's words.
'As much as I appreciate that you're enjoying yourself, Corban, you're getting ahead of yourself.' Malfoy mused as he lifted his hand and gently stroked along Lirelle’s tear-stained cheek before he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head back forcefully. With nowhere else to look, Lirelle focused on the man in front of her.
The self-satisfied twinkle in Malfoy's eyes was met with the anger, humiliation, and panic burning in Lirelle’s. Malfoy almost absentmindedly ran the fingers of his other hand along Lirelle’s quivering lips before pulling her bottom lip down and pushing his finger inside her mouth. The downward pressure on her tongue and sudden intrusion made Lirelle gag slightly before she bit down hard on Malfoy's finger.
A string of curses reached Lirelle’s ears before it was drowned out by the deafening sound of the back of Malfoy's hand making contact with her cheek. The pain of the slap, slashing through her head, felt like it was splitting her head in half, before it settled on her abused cheek. Lirelle’s head was thrown to the side and, for a second, she was thankful for Yaxley's grip on her because she was sure that she would have ended up on the floor otherwise.
'Try that again and you'll see me angry, whore.' Malfoy spat his words in Lirelle’s direction before grabbing her hair again 'Do you understand me?'
The grip in her hair tightened even more when he didn't get a response, shaking Lirelle slightly by her hair to shock her out of her stupor.
Having learned from his mistake, Malfoy again pushed his finger into her mouth, on the side, behind her teeth this time. Malfoy's action effectively robbed Lirelle of the ability to close her mouth and bite him again while Yaxley leaned back in his chair.
Malfoy's hand on her cheek slowly traveled lower, dragging his fingers over her skin. Everyone of Lirelle’s futile jerks and twitches to avoid them was met with the smirk on his face growing wider. His fingers finally came to rest between Lirelle’s breasts where the fabric stretched tightly around her upper body.
'Please stop.' Lirelle’s desperate plea, spoken around the finger in her mouth, fell on deaf ears when Malfoy ripped her top open. The buttons along the front gave in to his pull and went flying in all directions, scattering all over the office floor. Another whimper wrung itself out of Lirelle’s throat when the fabric parted and exposed her chest to the cool air of the room.
Hands were groping her chest instantly, pulling and twisting, teasing and hurting, both Malfoy and Yaxley lost no time to touch what they had been eying hungrily for weeks.
Again Lirelle struggled, trying everything in her power to get away from them, but pushing forward only pushed her into their unforgiving hands and pushing back did nothing but push her into Yaxley and the hard cock nestled against her lower back.
'She really is an eager little thing, Corban. So responsive, probably fantasized about getting bent over a desk whenever she crossed our path.' Malfoy's words were accompanied by his belt buckle being undone before he shifted his attention back to Lirelle 'But all in good time, good things to those who wait. Now open wide.'
With the button and zipper undone, the fabric of Malfoy's pants gave way to his erection springing free in front of Lirelle’s face. The head was thick and an angry red, a drop of precum glistening in the light before it rolled down the underside of his cock.
Lirelle was trembling like a leaf in Yaxley's arms, her legs kicking and arms twisting as Malfoy wrapped his fingers around his length, slowly stroking up and down, before dragging it along Lirelle’s lips. She desperately tried to clench her teeth and move her head away but it only delayed Malfoy for a second.
The skin of Malfoy's cock was hot as he forced his way past her lips and into her mouth. Lirelle’s throat tightened and spasmed around the hardness, muffled gurgling sounds leaving her mouth as Malfoy started to slowly move in and out. More tears were streaming down Lirelle’s cheeks as drool started to leak from the corner of her mouth.
With one hand still holding her tightly in place, Yaxley slowly started to hike up her skirt with the other, bunching it around her waist. His fingers traced over Lirelle’s panties before he pushed them aside and started to stroke along her slit.
Malfoy's thrusts were becoming more and more brutal, his use of her mouth and throat pushing her back while his finger, hooked into the corner of her mouth, pulled her back onto him, his breathing becoming more erratic the longer it went on.
A moan rumbled low in Lirelle’s throat when Yaxley's fingers found her clit. Her hips jerked forward to meet his fingers involuntarily. Lirelle hated her body for responding to their ministrations, for trying to twist this horrible situation into something palpable. She hated them even more for doing this to her.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Malfoy grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and pushed her head all the way down. With Lirelle’s nose pressed into his pelvis, he remained frozen while his cock twitched inside her throat.
When Malfoy pulled out, his cock spent and slowly softening, and let go of Lirelle, her head fell forward again, her throat convulsing, her shoulders shaking with every cough, chest burning when air finally made it back into her lungs unobstructed.
A drawn out sigh left Malfoy's mouth followed by a chuckle 'Even better than I thought.'
'Please' Lirelle’s word were barely above a whisper. 'Let me go.' Her face was red and her eyes slightly puffy. 'Please. I want you to let me go.'
'Now, now, hush, your pretty little body certainly seems to disagree with you.' Malfoy seemed to be regaining his composure, his voice back to normal as he put himself back into his pants and reached for his glass to take another sip.
'She is practically dripping. The little missy seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit.' As if to prove his words Yaxley ran his fingers along Lirelle’s cunt again, gathering moisture, and then pushed two fingers inside of her while grinding the heel of his palm into her clit. The obscene sounds of his fingers relentlessly moving in and out of Lirelle filled the room and mixed in with her frantic breathing and the sound of fabric rustling as Yaxley maneuvered her so that her front was pressed into the cold desk.
Yaxley pushed her cheek onto the desk, a sharp pain shooting through her when the sore skin met the cold wood. Abandoning the hold on her wrists to hold her head down and in place instead, he forced her to look at Malfoy, who had taken a seat in the chair next to the one her and Yaxley had been sitting in, while he quickened the pace of his fingers.
'And so tight too, I might even be gentle.' It sounded like a little relief to Lirelle before Yaxley bent down over her and finished his sentence 'The first time.'
Trying to wiggle out from under Yaxley did Lirelle no good, the only thing it did was rub her butt into his front. She was desperately clawing at the desk, trying to get a hold of something, anything, but her nails merely managed to scratch at the wood polish.
'Don't spoil her for me, Corban, I don't mind you leaving your mark on our little whore, but save me the paperwork resulting from breaking her.' Malfoy's voice was monoton, almost bored, before he leaned closer and ran his fingers down from Lirelle’s neck to her wrist and raised his eyebrow before continuing. 'You are an even prettier whore with bruises all over you. What do you think, how long will they last, how many mornings will you look at yourself in the mirror thinking about our hands on your body when you see the pretty colors we left behind? Covered in green, yellow, red. Which color is going to be your favorite, little whore?'
Yaxley slowly pulled his fingers out of Lirelle before ripping her panties down her legs. 'Lucius asked you a question, missy, you better answer him, he's not known for his patience.'
'Green.' The word left Lirelle’s mouth in a stutter and transformed into a scream when Yaxley entered her in one fluid motion. He gave her no time to adjust.
'So tight, so hot, such a good fucking whore.' Yaxley snapped his hips against Lirelle’s hard, rocking the desk with his thrusts. 'Should have done this way sooner. Fuck.' His voice was strained and his breathing fast as he moved his hands to her hips, grabbing her to pull her to meet his thrusts.
'No, no, no, don't.' Lirelle’s desperate cries turned into a shriek when Malfoy put his hand over her clit and started to rub slow, small circles while his other hand grabbed her chin tightly.
'Yes, little whore, look at me. Look at me while the big bad death eater splits you open. Look at me while he makes you cum on his cock. You look so pretty when you cry.' Malfoy's steady fingers continued their rhythm ruthlessly, alternating the applied pressure occasionally, while Yaxley brutally pounded into her.
Lirelle tried to shake her head when Yaxley suddenly used his grip on her hips to tilt them, changing the angle and making Lirelle’s vision blurry around the edges. The moan ripped from her lips sounded primal as Yaxley's cock rubbed against that velvety spot deep inside her that made her clench around him uncontrollably.
'Yes, that's it. Give in, you know you want to.' Yaxley's grunts reached Lirelle’s foggy brain.
'No, don't. Please stop, please don't do this. No, don't, you can't.' Lirelle’s could feel her muscles tightening in her core, the knot in her stomach winding impossibly tight against her will, her treacherous body twisting as her orgasm approached 'Don't make me…'
Lirelle’s eyes squeezed shut, her last words lost to a shrill cry as the bubble of heat burst in her belly, a gush of wetness leaking out of her, running down her thighs, while her cunt spasmed around Yaxley's cock.
Her entire body felt boneless, Lirelle was lying weakly on top of the desk, her choked sobs shaking her in sync with Yaxley's thrusts. The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh was overshadowing Lirelle’s thoughts as Yaxley's thrusts lost their rhythm. His groan mixed with his laugh as he reached his high.
Lirelle didn't dare move when Yaxley pulled out of her, stroking himself lazily, dragging the head of his cock along her folds, before he stepped back and slumped down on the chair behind him, chest rising and falling fast as he caught his breath.
Malfoy's hand was resting on Lirelle’s clit for a couple moments while he moved his head to first look at Yaxley and then back at Lirelle.
'Seems Corban needs a little break. But don't you worry, whore, I'm far from done with you.' Malfoy's words cut Lirelle like a knife and his fingers once again started moving, rubbing Lirelle’s overstimulated clit, making her flinch.
Lirelle had no idea where she took the strength but she came to the conclusion that her chances of breaking free from the bruising grip of one man were significantly better than breaking free from the brutal hold of two men that had no second thoughts when it came to using their strength and size against her. She ripped her chin out of Malfoy's hold, pushed herself up, and staggered back. Her skirt fell back down her legs, covering her, when Malfoy's hand slipped from between her thighs. Lirelle’s stumbling steps put a little bit of distance between her and them, her heels dragging over the floor as she almost tripped over the buttons and her panties on the floor.
Eyes moving around the office frantically, looking for a way out, never letting the men in front of her out of her sight for more than a split second, Lirelle tried to form a coherent thought.
The fact that neither Malfoy nor Yaxley had moved when she had pulled away didn't give her a lot of confidence. If anything, the way they watched her with curiosity only made Lirelle sure that they were certain that she had no way out. Again her eyes flickered to the door, it had to be locked, didn't it? Lirelle took a small experimental step back towards it. Still no movement from the men.
If she made a run for it, she could probably reach it before they got to her. 'Only to be caught against a locked door, scratching at it like a cat. Don't be foolish.' Lirelle chastised herself inside her head. No, being caught with her back to the door would do her no good, Lirelle decided. Lirelle took another step back on shaky legs while a sob wrung itself from her lips.
'Little missy got a little fight left in her.' Yaxley's deep voice made Lirelle shiver.
'All the more fun.' Malfoy's response was directed towards the other man but it made Lirelle whimper just the same.
'Please, just let me go.' again Lirelle tried to plead with them. It was a natural response even if she knew that it was of no use.
The click of Malfoy's tongue echoed through the office as he slowly got up. He seemed in no rush when he took a step forward, reveling in the step back that Lirelle took. Malfoy inclined his head while a devious grin lit up his face. He was clearly playing with her and Lirelle hated every second of it.
Another step forward, another step back, the door suddenly impossibly far out of reach, the desk the only barrier between them.
When the back of Lirelle’s knees bumped into Malfoy's big office chair, she made the mistake of taking her eyes off him. A flash in the corner of her eyes was Lirelle’s only warning when Malfoy leaped for her, catching up with her in two big strides, grabbing her elbow and pulling her close.
Lirelle’s back hit the desk with a low thump, her head spinning when it made contact with the wood. Her skirt once again bunched around her waist, small wrists once again caught, pinned beside her head while Malfoy lowered himself down onto his elbows above her. His face was almost touching Lirelle’s when he bared his teeth and started speaking 'I love a good chase, but I'm afraid I'll have to cut it short. We have more pressing matters to attend to, little whore.'
Malfoy forced Lirelle’s thighs apart with his, stepping in between them, and pressed his erection against her core. The fabric of his pants and underwear did nothing to hold off the heat radiating off of his body.
Fingers in her hair made Lirelle’s realize that Yaxley had moved his chair closer to the desk, his lips ghosting across the shell of her ear made her shiver. For a moment their faces occupied her whole field of vision, their hair tickling her face and neck.
'Please.' Lirelle’s wasn't sure why she wasted her breath anymore 'Please.'
'Yes, missy, beg for his cock.' Yaxley's intentional misinterpretation of her pleas made the tears flow again.
Yaxley scraped his teeth along her neck while he took hold of one of her wrists, freeing one of Malfoy's hands that immediately began to travel down, leaving a trail of fire along Lirelle’s front until it settled on her core. Malfoy slipped two fingers inside of Lirelle, twisting and turning them, spreading the moisture leaking out of her and Lirelle squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment at the sounds of him working her open when he added another finger.
'Look at me!' Malfoy's command forced Lirelle’s eyes open when Yaxley emphasized it with a bite to her neck.
Malfoy entered her painstakingly slowly, pushing his cock inside her bit by bit until he was buried to the hilt. He was stretching Lirelle uncomfortably while her quivering legs kicked weakly. Her breathing was so fast and loud she halfway hoped the hyperventilating would just make her pass out.
'Fuck.' Malfoy cursed through gritted teeth when he started moving, pulling out slowly and thrusting back into Lirelle hard and fast. The first couple thrusts moved Lirelle up the desk, pushing her into Yaxley who used the hand in her hair to maneuver her head to give him better access to her throat.
Screams tore themselves from Lirelle’s throat when Yaxley bit down hard, his teeth not quite breaking her skin but leaving a mark. He flicked his tongue out and ran it over the bite mark.
'Stop, please stop.' Lirelle’s tears were soaking into her hair, making it stick to the skin, but again her request was denied. Instead, Malfoy's thrusts sped up, his pelvis grinding against her clit with every movement. And when Yaxley bit her neck again, another orgasm crashed down on Lirelle like a brick wall, burying her, the onslaught of feelings relentless, washing over her and sweeping her away as her eyes rolled back in her head.
The office was quiet, save for their heavy breathing, when Lucius slowly pulled out of Lirelle. Their hold on her loosened before featherlight touches ran up and down her legs, her arms, her neck. Corban was planting soft kisses along Lirelle’s throat while Lucius helped Lirelle untangle her legs from his hips and stretched them out to relieve the tension in her sore muscles. A quietly cast cleaning spell barely registered with Lirelle, her focus on Corban's big hands stroking her hair and face.
'Such a perfect girl, you did so well, love.' Corban gently wiped the remains of the drying tears from Lirelle’s cheeks while he continued to whisper in her ear 'Thank you, love.'
Lirelle’s body melted into Lucius' chest as he pulled her up off his desk. Thick, warm fabric wrapped around Lirelle’s shoulders before goosebumps had the chance to spread on her skin. It took her hazy brain a moment to realize that Lucius had wrapped her in his outer robes and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the leather couch at the other side of the office and Lirelle buried her face in his chest immediately.
Corban followed them, crouching down in front of the pair on the couch, his hand back to stroking Lirelle’s hair. Neither of the two willing to leave their girl's side.
'Drink up, darling.' Lucius' soft words encouraged Lirelle while Corban held a glass to her lips with one hand and helped her tilt her head back slightly with the other.
A couple sips of water later, Corban put the glass down. His hands encircled her wrists, rubbing them softly, massaging them, inspecting the blossoming bruises where he had held her down so roughly just mere minutes ago. Lucius' hand tilted Lirelle’s chin towards him, moving her head around slowly, studying her. Lirelle's eyes were starting to clear, the only evidence of what had happened to her face was her still red cheek.
Within a second, Corban's wand flew into his hand to heal her bruises, but Lirelle pushed his hand down, a smile playing on her lips 'Don't, I like green.'