The Last Man on Earth

The Last Man on Earth


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Chapter Eleven: Deceptions

Two Weeks Later: Hogsmeade:

“Where the fuck is that bastard?” asked Billy shrilly. It had taken her all day but she had finally cornered Adrian and Terrence at the Hogs Head Pub.

“Well,” said Adrian. “My parents were married.”

“So were mine,” said Terrence. “I’d go ask around at some other table.”

“Flint, you imbeciles,” snarled Billy. “I can’t find him. I haven’t been able to find him in ages.”

Adrian made a non-committal noise in his throat.

Billy narrowed her eyes at the pair then asked, “He has a new slut, doesn’t he? Who is she?” Billy’s voice rose to a screech. “Wait one second. Is he back at Hogwarts screwing her in his room? I bet he is.”

Adrian and Terrence watched Billy storm off with apprehensive looks. Adrian motioned Tarquin Bole and Angus Derrick over with an arm.

“Mates,” said Terrence. “Billy is on the warpath. Marcus and his new shag are shacked up back in the room. She’s on her way. We have to distract her.”

“Why don’t you send an owl to Marcus so he can clear off?” asked Tarquin practically.

“That a brilliant idea,” said Adrian with a gleam.

“Then I’ll go distract her,” said Derrick. “I know what gets her attention.”

“What” asked Terrence curiously.

“I’m going to pick an argument with her,” said Derrick.

“Why?” asked Tarquin with a curious look in his bright green eyes.

“She loves arguing,” said Derrick. “It gets her hot. I’ll take her back to my room and fuck her. That will keep her distracted. There is nothing Billy likes more than a good hard shag.”

“Can I come?” asked Bole slyly.

“Hey,” said Derrick with a grin at his best mate. “The more the merrier.”

An Hour Later: The Library: Hogwarts:

“You want to study?” asked Katie.

“No,” said Marcus.

“Then why did we stop what we were doing and come here after you got that owl?” asked Katie.

“Except for a couple of third year Ravenclaws,” said Marcus neatly avoiding the question as he ran his hand up leg and traced patterns on her bare knee. “It is really empty in here.”

“So,” said Katie as she smothered a moan. His hand had reached the elastic of her pants. Marcus gave Madame Pince an innocent look as she passed by their table with a suspicious look. He also palmed Katie’s pussy with one big hand in a swift movement at the same time. He rubbed her slowly and looked down at his text.

Katie was frozen with shock at his forwardness. They were sitting practically next the librarian.

“Shhh,” said Marcus with a mock frown. “This is a library.”

“Stop,” hissed Katie.

“No,” said Marcus. “Besides kitten, you are getting nice and slippery.”

Marcus feigned interest in his textbook as his fingers were busy exploring Katie. Katie felt her face flush with passion and she looked at Pince in trepidation. Surely, the librarian could see that Marcus’s hand was up her skirt from there.

“No noise,” warned Marcus. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “Where do you want it, on a table or against a bookshelf?”

“We’ll get caught,” said Katie weakly. Merlin, he had talented fingers. “There are people wandering around.”

Katie,” chided Marcus. “I’m not asking permission. But I will give you the choice of where I’m about to fuck you.”

“When,” asked Katie breathlessly.

“In about five minutes,” said Marcus conversationally. “Now, how and where?’

Marcus fingers were starting to bring her to an orgasm so Katie gave up. “Against a bookshelf,” moaned Katie, “near the restricted section.”

Marcus slipped his fingers out of Katie with a smile and asked loudly where the text was that they needed.

“Follow me,” said Katie as she got to her shaky legs and led him to the back of the Library. When she got out of eyesight of Pince, Marcus grabbed her and pushed her up against a bookshelf.

“It’s in the open,” gasped Katie as he pushed up her skirt.

“There is no one here,” said Marcus as he unzipped his trousers and pulled his erection through the opening. He had not undone his belt.

“We’ll get caught,” said a shocked Katie as Marcus took her leg and propped it up on a nearby small stepladder that he pulled closer.

“Then we’ll have to be fast and quiet,” said Marcus with a wicked gleam. He pulled her pants out of his way but he kept them on her.

“Guide me in kitten,” said Marcus as he looked into her eyes. Kate rubbed his length then guided him inside her with a smothered moan.

Marcus pushed into her wetness and gave a tight smile. He gave a small push of his hips and he was all the way inside her. As he thrust quietly in her and heard her small gasps as he pushed her against the shelves, he hungrily kissed her.

“It looks like we are just kissing,” said Marcus as he lifted his head. “But I know how much you like this.”

Katie nodded frantically as he deepened his thrusts. Merlin, she loved how he felt inside her. Katie froze when she heard high-pitched voices coming closer.

“Stop,” said Katie as her sheath tightened against him.

“Not a chance,” said Marcus as he claimed her mouth.

Katie melted into his mouth and grasped his shoulders. Vaguely, she could hear the voices come closer then fade away. Marcus’s hips flashed faster.

“Got you excited didn’t it kitten,” said Marcus in a rough growl. “I could feel you contract on me.”

“Yes,” said Katie in a soft pant. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she orgasmed against his driving erection. Marcus grunted then drove into hard and fast as he spurted his semen deep inside her.

Minutes later, a flushed Katie sat at the table with a very innocent looking Marcus. Madame Pince was still shooting them suspicious looks. Katie felt very naughty as she smiled at Marcus.

“If you are a good girl,” whispered Marcus hotly in her ear. “We’ll do this again sometime maybe when the library is a little fuller.”

“You pervy man,” said Katie with a lopsided grin.

At that moment in the Slytherin dungeons:

“Now Billy,” said Angus Derrick as he ran a large hand over her nude statuesque body. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” asked Billy with a soft moan.

“Tarquin,” said Derrick simply as a nude Bole parted the closed bed curtains and joined them on Derrick’s bed.

“I never agreed to this,” said Billy heatedly as she propped herself up on her hands. “Besides I never pegged you two to be as pervy as Higgs and Pucey.”

“I’ll never tell,” coaxed Bole.

“Neither will I,” said Derrick. “Besides we’ve done this before.”

“With who?” asked Tarquin with a grin.

“Marcus,” said Derrick.

“You shite,” yelled Billy. “You swore you would never tell.”

“But Billy sweetheart,” said Derrick with a determined gleam in his dark brown eyes. “Tarquin won’t tell.”

“No, I won’t,” coaxed Bole as he claimed Billy’s pouting mouth with a hungry kiss. Almost against her will, Billy leaned into the kiss. Bole knew how to kiss all right. And he did have an amazing chest. Billy closed her eyes when she felt Derrick kiss his way up her legs.

Derrick parted her legs and said to her, “Look at me Billy.” Billy watched him stroked his red engorged penis and then parted her pussy lips with his fingers. He thrust his fingers in and out of her until with a sudden movement; he drove his cock into her with one fast stroke. Bole leaned over and cupped her breasts as Derrick started to thrust in and out of her. Tarquin with his dark curly hair and lazy green eyes reached out and caressed her stomach as Derrick leaned back and propped her legs on his shoulders. Bole’s hands slipped up to fondle her nipples as he leaned over her body.

Billy moaned when she felt Bole’s mouth close over one hard red nipple. She could feel Derrick’s thick cock filling every corner of her pussy and she could hear how wet she was getting as he pounded in and out of her. She could feel him speed up his thrusts into her as an aroused Bole turned her chin to look at him as he said while he fondled her breast,” I can’t wait to fuck you Billy. I have wanted to feel your lips wrapped around my cock for ages.”

Billy groaned and tried to yank her head away but Bole captured her mouth and thrust his hot tongue into it. She was still kissing him when she felt Derrick slam into her hard twice. She felt him spurt his come into her clenching spasming pussy as Billy came too with a long moan.

Billy lay on her back gasping for air as Derrick pulled out of her. Tarquin quickly took his place and a stunned Billy watched him as he pulled her up off her back then turned her around to lean on her knees on the bed. Billy felt Bole position her hips and spread her knees and pushed her forward. She felt the broad head of his cock part her pussy lips as one of his hands held her shoulder and the other held her pussy lips open. She moaned in passion as she felt him thrust into her hard and fast. With a gasp, she pushed her hips up at him he took her hard and fast, just the way she liked it. Billy came with a keening cry a few moments later. He pulled his purple veined penis out of her pussy and turned her around. She opened her mouth and started to suck on his erection. Tarquin pumped the shaft with his fist as she sucked on the helmet shaped head. He didn’t even have to hold her head when he came with a shout minutes later. Billy swallowed his semen without protest.

Several days later, Billy was still a little embarrassed by her encounter with the two beaters. They had completely distracted her from her mission for a couple of days. She wanted to find out whom Marcus was shagging. A little bird in the common room told her that a hooded girl with a freaking Gryffindor crest was seen heading towards the seventh year dorm less than an hour ago. Was Marcus fucking a Gryffindor?

Billy dismantled the wards and threw open the door to the Quidditch captain’s room in a righteous fury. She couldn’t believe what she saw.