She was stroking his back, moaning after him like the slag that she was. Anthony placed one of his hands over her mouth while he continued to shove himself inside her. If I could just get her to shut her mouth, this might be salvageable. After his weekends he always felt the need to unwind that last bit further; he felt this prolonged the gaps in between each of his ‘sessions’. He didn’t want them to occur too close together as it was easier to get caught that way. He found that women released a certain amount of tension from him that murder couldn’t. Anthony had picked this one up at his usual muggle bar and brought her to his flat.

Trying to concentrate on what he was doing, he found it near impossible while she moaned against him and groped him like she did. Does she really not understand what I need? In a sudden movement he had her on her stomach and was thrusting into her from behind. There. After a few more moments he drove into her one last time and came. Collapsing off to the side of her he took a few moments to catch his breath.

“Oh love, that was amazing. You really know how to treat a lass to a good time”, she sighed while curling up against him and stroking his chest. “Maybe we could do it again, in the morning, after I’ve made us breakfast.”

Rolling his eyes and shoving her off he said “I really don’t think that will be necessary. I’d like you to leave.” Gesturing to the armoire by the door he said “There’s some notes on the shelf there. Get yourself a cab.” Incensed, she started to gather her things. Anthony paid no attention to her while she swore at him, which made her even more enraged.

After she left, he thought, that feels better. Now I just need a shower to wash her off of me. She was much less violent than the last muggle I’d had, but a lot more needy. There was a reason why it was rare for Anthony to get involved with witches; muggles couldn’t hex you when they were thrown out.