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lightofdayeTitle: In His Good Books
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alastor 'Mad Eye' Moody/Hestia Jones
Word Count: 251
Content: Just Sex.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Everyone wants to get on Moody's good side.
A/n: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamlaneas part of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_humpdrabbles's Humpathon 2014 for their prompt: "Moody/anyone female - reverse cowgirl"
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She faces away from him as she rides him, Moody wondered if he should be annoyed by that but it’s better than some of the other possibilities. If she was facing him, she might have to close her eyes if she didn’t want him to see the distaste in it.
Not that it really mattered; Mad Eye’s mad eye was unusually motionless. Its gaze was fixed on the mirror on the far wall, seeing straight through the woman and on to her reflection. Hestia Jones’ face was pink and her body was shiny with sweat. Her dark hair swayed and her perky tits bounced with the motion of her body as they fuck.
Most of the Order seemed to be propositioning him lately, Alastor couldn’t think why. Pity? Bragging rights? Maybe they thought he’d trust them more, look out for them if they did it.
Hestia let out a loud cry as she was impaled upon him. Her arse pressed down tight on his hips (marked with ragged scars from a manticore’s claws). She gave every impression of actually enjoying herself.
Of course maybe it was genuine. Moody had long come to terms to the fact that he wasn’t much to look at. But there was nothing wrong with his body. His gnarled hand griped Hestia’s hips; bouncing her up and down on his cock, its thickness splitting her cunt open. Her body trembled and she sagged over with the intensity of her release.
And still she doesn’t look at him.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alastor 'Mad Eye' Moody/Hestia Jones
Word Count: 251
Content: Just Sex.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Everyone wants to get on Moody's good side.
A/n: Written for
tamlaneas part of hp_humpdrabbles's Humpathon 2014 for their prompt: "Moody/anyone female - reverse cowgirl"---
She faces away from him as she rides him, Moody wondered if he should be annoyed by that but it’s better than some of the other possibilities. If she was facing him, she might have to close her eyes if she didn’t want him to see the distaste in it.
Not that it really mattered; Mad Eye’s mad eye was unusually motionless. Its gaze was fixed on the mirror on the far wall, seeing straight through the woman and on to her reflection. Hestia Jones’ face was pink and her body was shiny with sweat. Her dark hair swayed and her perky tits bounced with the motion of her body as they fuck.
Most of the Order seemed to be propositioning him lately, Alastor couldn’t think why. Pity? Bragging rights? Maybe they thought he’d trust them more, look out for them if they did it.
Hestia let out a loud cry as she was impaled upon him. Her arse pressed down tight on his hips (marked with ragged scars from a manticore’s claws). She gave every impression of actually enjoying herself.
Of course maybe it was genuine. Moody had long come to terms to the fact that he wasn’t much to look at. But there was nothing wrong with his body. His gnarled hand griped Hestia’s hips; bouncing her up and down on his cock, its thickness splitting her cunt open. Her body trembled and she sagged over with the intensity of her release.
And still she doesn’t look at him.
