Slytherin's Lion
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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2,412
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2
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Dreams
CHAPTER 3
DREAMS
My bed—somehow the only one in the room-- was covered in hundreds of red rose petals, their soft scent wafting throughout the room as a magical breeze opened my dark green curtains and stirred the petals in lazy whirlwinds, beckoning me to join them on my downy comforter.
I stepped forward and noticed a long, silver quill on my pillow next to a tiny square inch rolled off of somebody’s homework. Excitement growing, I sat down on the edge of the bed and read it. “Roses for my dear Rose,” an elegant hand had written, and then scribbled, as if an afterthought, “who is naked.”
As soon as my eyes had slid over those words, I was aware that I no longer was wearing anything, not even my modest cotton undergarments. “Enjoy tonight,” the note finished. That’s all. Ten words. I found myself very curious as to who it could be from. Blaise! He’s the only one who even knows who I am; maybe he read as much into that slight touch as I did!
By magic, the roses swirled up into the air enveloping me with a gentle but powerful force that pushed me to relax on the middle of the bed. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the tickling sensation of the petals and wind—I wondered briefly if this was what it was like to skinnydip, or if I was just feeling foreign in my own nudity. The breeze glided over my body, silky petals skimming along my skin delightfully. They dipped down in patterns, and I began to like it more and more—especially as I remembered Blaise and his dreamy Italian good looks and muscle.
A couple of the petals brushed against my exposed nipple; I gasped and laughed in surprise. As though encouraged by this response, a few more did it, and then a few more. Soon each petal was bending in its waft of air to touch my breast; they looked like a thousand little tongues lapping away to suckle.
I felt myself grow wet at my core at the mental image, and once again, as though they could read my mind, the petals swept by on their gales, except instead of reaching in deep to slide against my pussy, they just barely touched against the top of my curls and my sensitive clit.
I spread my legs into a wide ‘V’ to allow them better access—most of them stopped their flying about and settled all along my body, moving a little bit to give me that smooth and silky feeling caressing over every inch of my skin. More petals collected at my nipples and that heavenly spot between my legs--- they flitted across my clitoris quickly—faster and faster—and I felt the best feeling I had ever felt.
I felt amazing, and I felt something growing deep within me, a really good feeling that I never wanted to stop. As it grew stronger, and even more pleasurable, the petals working my clit fanned even faster and I threw my head back, spine arching so that my breasts were thrown forward, and moaned with excitement.
I knew that guys didn’t really care about masturbating but I wondered if girls did it too. At this point, though, I didn’t care. I slowly slid my whole finger into my dripping pussy, pretending it was Blaise’s long, slender index. At this development, the petals on my clit began to move furiously—I started pulling my finger in and out, enjoying the friction in my passage as well as the stimulation on my clit.
I then got the sudden thought—what would Blaise’s cock feel like moving through me? I had heard from my housemates and other rumors throughout the school that he was well endowed—not having any idea what this meant, I satisfied my curiosity by inserting another finger into my cunt, doubling the width I was fucking myself with.
I could feel my pleasure coming almost to the hilt; I knew I was on the edge of explosion. I fucked and fucked as fast as I could pull my fingers in and out—the rose petals swirled around me in chaos as they fought to pleasure me. With a shaking of my body, abdominal muscles in my core shuddering, I came to a release, expelling my come and laying the rose petals to rest at my sides.
When I awoke the next morning, I was back in the old common room, wearing my striped flannel pajamas and feeling the same ache in my clit that I had felt when going to sleep last night. I shook my head, almost disappointed that it had just been a dream, and noticed three rose petals fall out of my mussed blonde hair.
DREAMS
My bed—somehow the only one in the room-- was covered in hundreds of red rose petals, their soft scent wafting throughout the room as a magical breeze opened my dark green curtains and stirred the petals in lazy whirlwinds, beckoning me to join them on my downy comforter.
I stepped forward and noticed a long, silver quill on my pillow next to a tiny square inch rolled off of somebody’s homework. Excitement growing, I sat down on the edge of the bed and read it. “Roses for my dear Rose,” an elegant hand had written, and then scribbled, as if an afterthought, “who is naked.”
As soon as my eyes had slid over those words, I was aware that I no longer was wearing anything, not even my modest cotton undergarments. “Enjoy tonight,” the note finished. That’s all. Ten words. I found myself very curious as to who it could be from. Blaise! He’s the only one who even knows who I am; maybe he read as much into that slight touch as I did!
By magic, the roses swirled up into the air enveloping me with a gentle but powerful force that pushed me to relax on the middle of the bed. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the tickling sensation of the petals and wind—I wondered briefly if this was what it was like to skinnydip, or if I was just feeling foreign in my own nudity. The breeze glided over my body, silky petals skimming along my skin delightfully. They dipped down in patterns, and I began to like it more and more—especially as I remembered Blaise and his dreamy Italian good looks and muscle.
A couple of the petals brushed against my exposed nipple; I gasped and laughed in surprise. As though encouraged by this response, a few more did it, and then a few more. Soon each petal was bending in its waft of air to touch my breast; they looked like a thousand little tongues lapping away to suckle.
I felt myself grow wet at my core at the mental image, and once again, as though they could read my mind, the petals swept by on their gales, except instead of reaching in deep to slide against my pussy, they just barely touched against the top of my curls and my sensitive clit.
I spread my legs into a wide ‘V’ to allow them better access—most of them stopped their flying about and settled all along my body, moving a little bit to give me that smooth and silky feeling caressing over every inch of my skin. More petals collected at my nipples and that heavenly spot between my legs--- they flitted across my clitoris quickly—faster and faster—and I felt the best feeling I had ever felt.
I felt amazing, and I felt something growing deep within me, a really good feeling that I never wanted to stop. As it grew stronger, and even more pleasurable, the petals working my clit fanned even faster and I threw my head back, spine arching so that my breasts were thrown forward, and moaned with excitement.
I knew that guys didn’t really care about masturbating but I wondered if girls did it too. At this point, though, I didn’t care. I slowly slid my whole finger into my dripping pussy, pretending it was Blaise’s long, slender index. At this development, the petals on my clit began to move furiously—I started pulling my finger in and out, enjoying the friction in my passage as well as the stimulation on my clit.
I then got the sudden thought—what would Blaise’s cock feel like moving through me? I had heard from my housemates and other rumors throughout the school that he was well endowed—not having any idea what this meant, I satisfied my curiosity by inserting another finger into my cunt, doubling the width I was fucking myself with.
I could feel my pleasure coming almost to the hilt; I knew I was on the edge of explosion. I fucked and fucked as fast as I could pull my fingers in and out—the rose petals swirled around me in chaos as they fought to pleasure me. With a shaking of my body, abdominal muscles in my core shuddering, I came to a release, expelling my come and laying the rose petals to rest at my sides.
When I awoke the next morning, I was back in the old common room, wearing my striped flannel pajamas and feeling the same ache in my clit that I had felt when going to sleep last night. I shook my head, almost disappointed that it had just been a dream, and noticed three rose petals fall out of my mussed blonde hair.