TBOTBN II: Outside Influences

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.


Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, explicit sexuality and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.



Kamal was cold. The air in the dungeons swept through him making him shiver and tiny goose bumps to rise on his dark skin. He pulled at the chains around his wrists, testing their strength. They held, and he sighed in defeat. Bringing his eyes back to his tormentor, he scowled menacingly.

Daphne giggled lightly. “Don’t look so forlorn, baby,” Daphne purred. “You agreed to this after all.”

“I didn’t realize that I would be chained up in the cold dungeon while you still wore all your clothes, aziz,” Kamal stated with a pout.

His face wasn’t meant for pouting and Daphne laughed at the expression. She stepped over to him and kissed his broad chest delicately. Her gloved hand caressed his chest, scrapping over his skin as her fingers trailed down his abdomen. Daphne was enraptured with his muscles, so hard and sleek. As her fingers wrapped around his cock, the flaccid length twitched. “I love looking at you,” Daphne whispered in awe. “You’re so strong and handsome. I could just eat you up.”

Kamal groaned at his girlfriend’s confession. His prick grew, the blood filling the length as Daphne stroked him. With hungry eyes, Kamal watched Daphne sink to her knees before him and caress his legs with her fingers. The leather gloves felt strange yet erotic on his skin and he sighed, the sound deep in his chest. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt her hot moist tongue slide along his rigid cock. The blood pumped hard in his cock and it seemed as if his heart was located there.

“Do you like that, Kamal?” Daphne asked as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Her dark eyes sparkled. Opening her mouth she stuck her tongue out as far as she could, letting the Turkish teen see the long pink muscle before she slowly drew it around his cock. She licked it up and down, her saliva coating him before she placed a delicate kiss to the winking hole at its tip that began to ooze a bit of precum.

The young woman's mouth slid over Kamal's cock and the moist, hot breath of Daphne flowed over his skin. It felt like he was burning, his body a raging inferno as she bobbed her head back and forth. Kamal tried to get closer to Daphne by thrusting his hips forward, but the witch drew back. She panted lightly as she stood up. There was a bright smile over her face, her dark lipstick smeared slightly from her play. She looked like a wanton dark harlot, a woman who is made for sex and all its erotic, pleasing forms.

Kamal strained at his bonds again, the chains creaking and clacking as the teen pulled, but to no avail. He may be a strong lad but he was no match for wrought iron. The light laugh drew his attention back to his girlfriend. She stood a pace or two away and her saucy expression made his heart lurch. "Well big boy," Daphne giggled. "Are you going to break free anytime soon?"

"Release me, kyz," Kamal ordered, his frustration growing, his need boiling and ready to explode.

Daphne sashayed close to him again and ran the backs of her fingers along his thighs and up the dark course hair of his belly. She circled his navel with a finger before she leaned in to lick him. Her tongue dipped into the small recess and Kamal gasped in pleasure. Pressing her lips to his hard stomach, Daphne sucked at the light sheen of perspiration that coated her lover's body. Slowly, languidly, Daphne slid her tongue along the contours of his stomach and over his chest. As her tongue brushed one of his nipples, Kamal let out a loud groan. "You like that, Kamal?" she asked playfully before licking him again. Slowly, she kissed her way over his broad chest and kissed the other nipple. Daphne closed her mouth over the hard little nub and sucked. Kamal groaned deep in his chest.

Swinging her black hair over her shoulder, Daphne stepped back. Her smile was almost sinister. With hooded eyes, she turned around giving Kamal a view of her back. She let the black gossamer robe fall to the floor and began to untie the tight red corset she wore. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her lover, her eyes dancing over his body once again. "Would you like to see me now, Kamal?"

His Adam’s apple bounced as he took in a breath and nodded his affirmation. Daphne turned slowly and allowed the teen to watch as she slowly untied the strings binding her chest. Her pale skin glowed in the dank dungeon and almost overflowed from the tight corset she wore. As her fingers deftly loosened the top, Kamal stared riveted as more and more cleavage was exposed. Kamal let a loud breath blow from his lips as Daphne finally managed to pull the corset open with a fierce tug. Her tits spilled out, jiggling ever so slightly. Her rosy nipples were hard little points and Kamal longed to suckle them. Daphne had the same idea and cupping her right tit she brought it to her mouth and ran her wet tongue around her nipple. Hearing another groan from the Turk, Daphne glanced up with a smile. She winked at him before she licked her other nipple. Locking eyes with her boyfriend she kneaded and squeezed her tits, enjoying the torment she was putting him through.

"Show me the rest," Kamal ordered with a rumble. "I want to see all of you."

Daphne turned again and reached for the zipper at the back of her black leather pants. Slowly she pulled the zipper down and let the pants fall open. She bent at the waist and wiggled her hips as she slowly pulled the leather from her legs. A giggle escaped her throat as she heard Kamal groan at the realization that she wore no knickers underneath. Spreading her legs slightly as she tossed the pants aside, Daphne bent forward again, seeming to almost fold in half. Her head almost touching her ankles, she looked between her legs and winked at her boyfriend from upside down.

She stood up and sauntered to her discarded school robe. Daphne rummaged through the pockets and finally found her wand. She faced Kamal and muttered "Alohomora," releasing the teen from the chains. As his feet hit the ground, Kamal grabbed up Daphne and kissed her hungrily.

Easily holding her up, Kamal lifted her and eased her down onto his throbbing cock. Daphne gasped at the hardness slipping into her body but wrapped her arms and legs around the teen as he stood in the middle of the dungeon. "Oh Merlin," Daphne panted. "You're so fucking deep, Kamal."

"Not deep enough," he whispered in her ear. With his hands cupping her ass, he pulled Daphne closer to him, further onto him. She let out a strangled cry as she was stretched to almost painful proportions, but still managed to roll her hips sending boiling heat through both their veins.

Moaning loudly, Kamal buried his face into her neck and kissed her softly. His lips moved over her soft hot skin sucking and licking, but the teen frowned slightly as he encountered a bit of cold metal. He looked up and saw that Daphne was wearing a necklace. The silver collar was thin but tight around her neck. With his gothic beauty still undulating in his grasp, her tight pussy squeezing his cock to distraction, Kamal kissed her jaw lightly. After a fiery kiss, he pulled back and asked, "What's this?"

"It's a choker, baby," Daphne said as she drove her hips down. They both gasped at the sensation and kissed again.

Kamal squeezed her ass again, pulling her cheeks apart slightly as he pushed Daphne along his hard cock. He let her sink back down before pushing her up again. "Where did you get it?"

The friction of taking him in and then pulling him out of her pussy caused Daphne to shiver in pleasure. She leaned her forehead against Kamal's and moaned softly. Her fingers slid through his long black hair as she kissed his face all over. "Oh yes, Kamal. Fuck me." Daphne tried to bounce on top of him faster but the Turkish teen held her steady. He only let her slide down his hard shaft at a snail's pace before he lifted her to repeat the process. "I… I was given it by… Oh Gods. By an uncle. It was a birthday gift."

"You're birthday is not until May," Kamal stated as he held her in place. His cock was buried in her. He filled her completely. Daphne tried to move, tried to create that wonderful friction she needed, but Kamal held her still.

"He gave it to me early," Daphne shrieked. "I won't get to see him on my birthday."

"Why not?"

"Kamal, please!" Daphne cried. Her body was covered in perspiration. She was so close. Just a little more and she would explode. She captured his mouth with hers and slid her tongue through his lips. He sucked hungrily on her tongue making her moan. Still he held her steady, not letting her move on his hard cock. She could feel the blood throbbing through his cock, the veins pulsating within her. She whimpered. "I'll be here at Hogwart's, you bastard." She shouted.

Kamal grinned. "You'll be with me, in bed that night."

"Yes," Daphne cried. "You'll be fucking me. You'll be pounding that hard cock of yours into my pussy!"

Kamal licked her ear. "Just like now," he breathed with a grin.

Kamal began to lift her, pulling her along his cock before letting her fall back onto him. He did it fast and hard. Daphne began to shriek and squeal at the pleasure of it. Her body trembled as she was caught in a wave of rapture. The feeling of her lover's cock moving inside her was too much. With an ear splitting cry of ecstasy, Daphne drove herself fully onto Kamal's prick and came. Her body clenched tightly around Kamal's cock and he felt the warm wetness of Daphne's orgasm trickle down his aching erection.

Kamal lifted Daphne from him and set her down on the floor. She slumped exhausted to her knees and grabbed his cock in her gloved hands. "Take off the gloves," Kamal ordered.

Daphne looked up to him with sparkling eyes. "No. They make me feel sexy."

"You don't need anything to make you sexy."

Kamal reached for the leather but Daphne quickly pulled away from his questing fingers. "No, Kamal. They stay."

Kamal reached for her and grabbed a handful of her black hair. He bent down and kissed her fiercely before looking into her eyes. His dark gaze made her breath hitch. "Then make me cum aziz," he said huskily. "Make me explode into your mouth."

Daphne smiled brightly and took him into her warm mouth. The feeling of her lips and tongue on his skin, as well as the sight of her red lips surrounding his cock made Kamal moan. His voice sounded loud and heavy in the dungeon and as his body raged with heated desire, his breath misted before him. His thick fingers dug into Daphne's hair and held her still as he began to thrust into her mouth, her warm lips sliding along his skin. His eyes rolled back into his head as the pleasure grew too much. He was robbed of speech, his mouth hanging open but no sound coming out. Throwing his head back with a silent roar, Kamal felt his balls burst forth their seed. Without warning, Kamal fell to the floor, his body exhausted and spent. His cock popped from Daphne's mouth and a spray of cum hit her chin and neck.

"Baby," Daphne cooed as she slid along his body. She was startled when his strong hands grabbed her and pulled her close. His lips crushed against hers as they kissed fervently. Pulling away breathless, panting for air, Daphne tried to focus her gaze on Kamal. She smiled lightly as she saw two of him. Two Kamal's were better than one. She sighed at the thought of being between two of him, a lusty glaze to her eyes. "Take me again."

Lifting his head from the floor with extreme effort, Kamal looked at Daphne incredulously. "Don't be daft. You almost killed me. How do you expect me to fuck you again?"

Daphne smiled brazenly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m certain you will find a way.”

Kamal chuckled. His lips brushed against hers softly before sucking hungrily at her. He pulled back and looked at her blissful smile and kiss swollen lips. Daphne looked like beauty itself. She was so dark and mysterious, an innocent vision that was certainly not innocent. With his strong arms, Kamal embraced her fiercely and kissed her again.

“We must go, sevgi,” Kamal stated as he set the girl on her feet.

Daphne looked at Kamal, stunned. Her mouth opened to form a protest but her voice faltered. She slowly closed her lips and scowled up at the Turk. “Fine,” she spat.

Kamal hid the smile that rose on his face by quickly yanking his boxers on. If the girl saw him amused by her irritation she would be livid. They dressed in silence, both stealing glances at the other as more and more of their bodies disappeared.

Kamal stepped close to Daphne and slid his hands around her waist. “Don’t put the tie on,” he urged. “You have such a lovely neck. So white and long. It is a crime that you must hide it every day.

Daphne smiled and tilted her head to the side. “You like my neck?”

A low greedy growl rumbled from his chest as he kissed her naked neck. “I love it,” Kamal stated lustily. His tongue snaked out and slid over the expanse of skin. Daphne shivered in pleasure. Stepping away from the girl, he took her hand and began to pull her from the room. “Come. We must go.”

Sighing loudly, Daphne allowed herself to be dragged from the dungeon. “Very well. But I will have you chained to my bed soon enough Mister El Sayeed. When I do, you will not be so quick to escape.”

With a swift pull, Kamal had Daphne in his arms. His mouth plundered hers, his tongue crushing hers as it invaded her mouth. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes, hooded with desire. “I look forward to being at your mercy, sevgi. Please, do not tarry on that promise or else I may be the one chaining you to my bed.”