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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,417
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Freedom
AN/ I do not own these characters. This is not my typical style but I am still open for reviews, critical ones welcomed. Flames will be added to the pit.
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I am going to be expelled; I am going to be sent home in disgrace and shame. Of all people in the world to catch me like ‘this’ it had to be him. I am frozen, I cannot think, damn it all.
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She is scared. I feel my lips twitch as I watch her struggle within herself. She thinks I am going to drag her out of here to her head of house or worse, to the headmaster. It would be delicious to prolong her agony, to allow her to think the worst, yet she truly has no idea what the ‘worse’ may be, as I squat down beside her and reach out to run my fingers lightly over that pale skin.
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What is he doing? I feel my heart beating so hard against my ribs I think it shall burst forth, spewing blood. Maybe that would be best, to die now and forget this nightmare. Those dark eyes seem to be trying to draw me into their depths…and dear Merlin, what is he doing? I cannot break away from his gaze as I feel the fingers begin to trace over my skin, as I twitch in fear and gods forgive me from arousal.
I feel the calluses on his fingertips as he plaith ith my body making my skin crawl with fear and excitement. They are at my breasts now, weighing them in his palms, his thumb making a circular motion on my nipples. Dear Merlin! A small moan escapes before I can stop it. His eyes have never left my face as he teases my flesh into a quivering mass. This is madness! Surely he means only to humiliate me, to torment me.
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Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac. It has always been thus and I have relished in it since my days with the darkness. Her fear feeds my arousal and inflames hers. Oh, the things I could teach her, if I were to choose to.
Right now it is enough to have her trembling beneath my hands as I stroke the ivory skin. The nipples of her breasts are taut and her areolas are pimpled, so very tempting as I lean down capturing one in my mouth, as my hand travels down her stomach. Her skin twitches and she gasps as I take the hard bud between my teeth, rolling it around.
Suckling on her now, I find her wet, hot sex. The juices from her previous playing are still dripping out and I wet my finger at her entrance before slowly pushing them into her. The musky aroma is heady in the air and I feel my cock harden even more in answer.
My mouth is watering as I release her nipple and follow the trail my fingers had went. Looking up at her as I smirk at the wide-eyed look of disbelief on her face as my head dips down between her thighs now.
Pushing her legs further apart, I dip my tongue into her honey, relishing in the salty, musky taste as I replace my fingers with my tongue. A small squeal issues forth from her and her hips arch up against my mouth. Young girls taste the sweetest; I have found out, their juices untainted by years of sex as I lick greedily at her entrance, my fingers now on her hard little nub, pinching and rubbing. I am rewarded as more of the savory nectar gushes forth.
She is panting now, and I feel her begin to whimper as she nears completion. Stopping abruptly brings a cry of protest from her. Good.
Opening my robes, her eyes widen once more as she sees I am naked and she involuntary shudders as she sees the swollen member. A smile crosses my face, wondering if she is shuddering in anticipation or fear. Guiding my cock to her entrance, I slide into that molten heated glove.
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This isn’t happening. Its just a dream and I will awake and feel foolish, but oh, if it is only a dream why do I feel myself stretching, as he fills me completely, touching parts inside that all my ‘toys’ had not. I know it is wrong, horribly wrong, but I am too far gone, too aroused to care, as I lift my legs and spread wider to allow him in deeper. I gasp as he obliges by thrusting in harder.
My head is pounding to the pounding going on between my thighs now and I hear mewling sounds coming from my throat. No wonder my mum had told me not to do this, to wait. Damn her, she knew how delicious this was, the humming going on throughout my body, my sex on fire at the grinding friction, the building exquisite sensations running down my spine…Oh, I am going to come better than I had ever imagined…And then the thought washes over me. Cold water running in my veins as I freeze, lowering my legs, pushing against him now and I hear my cries as I plead with him to stop. He has to stop. I cannot go through that again.
……I had tried so many times to write to my parents, to explain to them that their only daughter was pregnant at fifteen. I remember that day vividly; I had wadded up the twentieth piece of parchment and had thrown it into the fire when he came through the portrait door. We were alone in the common room and he wanted to know why I had been avoiding him.
I knew the tears running down my face were causing him concern, I mean he wasn’t a bastard who had gotten me pregnant and then left. I had never told him. He knelt before me and made me look at him. Those dark brown eyes were so full of pain I cried even harder. He begged me to tell him what was wrong. And then he kissed me.
I couldn’t take it any longer and bolted, running blindly out into the hall, my eyes clouded by tears. I heard him shouting for me to stop, to watch where I was going, but too late. My ankle turned at the top of the stairs and I was tumbling, hitting the sharp stones hard. Pain coursed through my body as I landed in a heap. He was shouting for help as he leapt down the stairs, his hand clutching mine as he asked if I was hurt.
Then I felt it. The wet sticks bes between my legs as my stomach lurched and sharp cramps rippled through my body. I closed my eyes, breathing a sigh of regret and relief as I passed out.
Later the nurse told me that perhaps it had been for the best. After all I was only fifteen. For the best…yes it had been hadn’t it? The nightmare was over and I never wanted to relive it……
He is grabbing my wrists, pressing them down against the floor; the pain is agonizing as he rests his weight on his hands, which are holding them. I see it in his eyes, a wicked gleam that he is not going to stop, that it does not matter what I want as he surges hard into me pinning me to the floor. No protection, I mutter out feebly. A look of puzzlement crosses his face and then his mouth twitches and he speaks the only words he has uttered since he has started. ‘I have.’ And releases my hands.
My fear releases its tight hold on me and I feel a rush of primal sexual passion flood through my body. not not care that it is ‘him’ driving into me, making me gasp and moan as my body arches up to meet his, nor do I care that I am not suppose to be doing this. I am free. Free to enjoy the delicious feel of his cock plunging in and out, free to run my hands through his hair then to grasp his shoulder as I wrap my legs around his thighs once more.
A slight smile flickers across his face before he claims my mouth with his. I thought I had been kissed before but that notion is dispelled as his lips brushes mine gently at first, then with bruising intensity. Parting mine, his tongue finds his way into my mouth and I taste coffee and mint. He strokes my mouth, touching and tasting, urging me to do the same which I do, tentatively at first and then with boldness as I hear him moan softly when my tongue caresses the roof of his mouth.
It is total madness, this display of two sweating, writhing bodies seeking that primal release. Insane as the situation is I am whimpering in pleasure as I feel my building orgasm starting deep within, shaking my body as I start to crest. His tongue and body are working in unison, ravaging, taking, bringing me to a point of ecstasy I couldn’t have imagined.
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I feel her clamping around me tightly, her whimpers against my mouth. When she had hesitated, begged for me to stop, I was not about to oblige. Still I could not help but dispel her fear when she told me the reason for it. I do not regret the decision, for though I would have taken her no matter what, I find that she is much more enjoyable this way.
Her legs are spread wide now as I thrust into her hard. She will have bruises on her back when this is over, a reminder. She is clawing my back as she rides out her pleasure, screaming loudly. The owls hoot and shift on their perches and I clamp a hand over her mouth. It would not do for that nosy caretaker to poke around now.
Her tight sex is twitching and pulling and I spew forth into her, riding it outil til I am dry. Pulling away quickly, for I do not want her to think that this was anymore than just a causal fuck, I squat back on my heels to watch her as I catch my breath. The ripples are still moving through her body and her eyes are glazed as she moves her hand weakly to wipe the back of her mouth.
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His abrupt departure is pectpectut Iut I do not care as I am still tingling from my own orgasm. I feel his eyes watching, devouring as he had earlier. Bastard, I think though the word has no harsh feelings behind it, for I am truly glad he is a bastard. If he were not I might not have known such sexual freedom.
It is my turn to watch him as he stands and dresses. He pulls out his wand and looks at me once more a slight smile on his face and I understand what he is about to do. Scrambling to my feet, I put my hand os was wand. I know better than to plead with him, he is heartless, but I do not want to lose this, the freedom to know that I no longer have to fear being with a male. He studies me a moment and puts his wand back into his robes. Giving him a nod, I get dressed and gather my belongings. He is still watching me, those black eyes boring into my soul. I stop beside him and wait, but as the moments pass I know I was foolish to even think he might speak.
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Silly girl, I think as I watch her go. Surely souldouldn’t be so naïve to think that I would not be adequately prepared in such things as contraceptives. It would not do to trust teenagers in such matters.
I must admit, I muse as I pluck a hair off my robes, holding it to the dim light to watch the fiery red turn to gold then a deeper copper, that she was a very good fuck. Much better than the last Gryffindor I had, though it was a thrill to take that particle student against her will. Unlike the little miss-know-it-all, who I definitely had to Obliviate, she will not utter a word to her friends, knowing their feelings for me and the total disgust they would display.
Most definitely will I have to taste the little chit again though I must arrange a better place. I shall have to find an excuse for a detention or two. It has been awhile since I had an opportunity ringringing one into my lair and introducing them to ‘other’ pleasures and how pain can be as just as pleasurable. When I grow bored with her then I will make her forget, lest she becomes too demanding. Chuckling I cannot help but think that the old adage is true as I pluck another red hair from my robes. Fiery and hot, just like the color of her hair.
Fini
AN/And now you know...twas SS/GW
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I am going to be expelled; I am going to be sent home in disgrace and shame. Of all people in the world to catch me like ‘this’ it had to be him. I am frozen, I cannot think, damn it all.
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She is scared. I feel my lips twitch as I watch her struggle within herself. She thinks I am going to drag her out of here to her head of house or worse, to the headmaster. It would be delicious to prolong her agony, to allow her to think the worst, yet she truly has no idea what the ‘worse’ may be, as I squat down beside her and reach out to run my fingers lightly over that pale skin.
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What is he doing? I feel my heart beating so hard against my ribs I think it shall burst forth, spewing blood. Maybe that would be best, to die now and forget this nightmare. Those dark eyes seem to be trying to draw me into their depths…and dear Merlin, what is he doing? I cannot break away from his gaze as I feel the fingers begin to trace over my skin, as I twitch in fear and gods forgive me from arousal.
I feel the calluses on his fingertips as he plaith ith my body making my skin crawl with fear and excitement. They are at my breasts now, weighing them in his palms, his thumb making a circular motion on my nipples. Dear Merlin! A small moan escapes before I can stop it. His eyes have never left my face as he teases my flesh into a quivering mass. This is madness! Surely he means only to humiliate me, to torment me.
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Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac. It has always been thus and I have relished in it since my days with the darkness. Her fear feeds my arousal and inflames hers. Oh, the things I could teach her, if I were to choose to.
Right now it is enough to have her trembling beneath my hands as I stroke the ivory skin. The nipples of her breasts are taut and her areolas are pimpled, so very tempting as I lean down capturing one in my mouth, as my hand travels down her stomach. Her skin twitches and she gasps as I take the hard bud between my teeth, rolling it around.
Suckling on her now, I find her wet, hot sex. The juices from her previous playing are still dripping out and I wet my finger at her entrance before slowly pushing them into her. The musky aroma is heady in the air and I feel my cock harden even more in answer.
My mouth is watering as I release her nipple and follow the trail my fingers had went. Looking up at her as I smirk at the wide-eyed look of disbelief on her face as my head dips down between her thighs now.
Pushing her legs further apart, I dip my tongue into her honey, relishing in the salty, musky taste as I replace my fingers with my tongue. A small squeal issues forth from her and her hips arch up against my mouth. Young girls taste the sweetest; I have found out, their juices untainted by years of sex as I lick greedily at her entrance, my fingers now on her hard little nub, pinching and rubbing. I am rewarded as more of the savory nectar gushes forth.
She is panting now, and I feel her begin to whimper as she nears completion. Stopping abruptly brings a cry of protest from her. Good.
Opening my robes, her eyes widen once more as she sees I am naked and she involuntary shudders as she sees the swollen member. A smile crosses my face, wondering if she is shuddering in anticipation or fear. Guiding my cock to her entrance, I slide into that molten heated glove.
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This isn’t happening. Its just a dream and I will awake and feel foolish, but oh, if it is only a dream why do I feel myself stretching, as he fills me completely, touching parts inside that all my ‘toys’ had not. I know it is wrong, horribly wrong, but I am too far gone, too aroused to care, as I lift my legs and spread wider to allow him in deeper. I gasp as he obliges by thrusting in harder.
My head is pounding to the pounding going on between my thighs now and I hear mewling sounds coming from my throat. No wonder my mum had told me not to do this, to wait. Damn her, she knew how delicious this was, the humming going on throughout my body, my sex on fire at the grinding friction, the building exquisite sensations running down my spine…Oh, I am going to come better than I had ever imagined…And then the thought washes over me. Cold water running in my veins as I freeze, lowering my legs, pushing against him now and I hear my cries as I plead with him to stop. He has to stop. I cannot go through that again.
……I had tried so many times to write to my parents, to explain to them that their only daughter was pregnant at fifteen. I remember that day vividly; I had wadded up the twentieth piece of parchment and had thrown it into the fire when he came through the portrait door. We were alone in the common room and he wanted to know why I had been avoiding him.
I knew the tears running down my face were causing him concern, I mean he wasn’t a bastard who had gotten me pregnant and then left. I had never told him. He knelt before me and made me look at him. Those dark brown eyes were so full of pain I cried even harder. He begged me to tell him what was wrong. And then he kissed me.
I couldn’t take it any longer and bolted, running blindly out into the hall, my eyes clouded by tears. I heard him shouting for me to stop, to watch where I was going, but too late. My ankle turned at the top of the stairs and I was tumbling, hitting the sharp stones hard. Pain coursed through my body as I landed in a heap. He was shouting for help as he leapt down the stairs, his hand clutching mine as he asked if I was hurt.
Then I felt it. The wet sticks bes between my legs as my stomach lurched and sharp cramps rippled through my body. I closed my eyes, breathing a sigh of regret and relief as I passed out.
Later the nurse told me that perhaps it had been for the best. After all I was only fifteen. For the best…yes it had been hadn’t it? The nightmare was over and I never wanted to relive it……
He is grabbing my wrists, pressing them down against the floor; the pain is agonizing as he rests his weight on his hands, which are holding them. I see it in his eyes, a wicked gleam that he is not going to stop, that it does not matter what I want as he surges hard into me pinning me to the floor. No protection, I mutter out feebly. A look of puzzlement crosses his face and then his mouth twitches and he speaks the only words he has uttered since he has started. ‘I have.’ And releases my hands.
My fear releases its tight hold on me and I feel a rush of primal sexual passion flood through my body. not not care that it is ‘him’ driving into me, making me gasp and moan as my body arches up to meet his, nor do I care that I am not suppose to be doing this. I am free. Free to enjoy the delicious feel of his cock plunging in and out, free to run my hands through his hair then to grasp his shoulder as I wrap my legs around his thighs once more.
A slight smile flickers across his face before he claims my mouth with his. I thought I had been kissed before but that notion is dispelled as his lips brushes mine gently at first, then with bruising intensity. Parting mine, his tongue finds his way into my mouth and I taste coffee and mint. He strokes my mouth, touching and tasting, urging me to do the same which I do, tentatively at first and then with boldness as I hear him moan softly when my tongue caresses the roof of his mouth.
It is total madness, this display of two sweating, writhing bodies seeking that primal release. Insane as the situation is I am whimpering in pleasure as I feel my building orgasm starting deep within, shaking my body as I start to crest. His tongue and body are working in unison, ravaging, taking, bringing me to a point of ecstasy I couldn’t have imagined.
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I feel her clamping around me tightly, her whimpers against my mouth. When she had hesitated, begged for me to stop, I was not about to oblige. Still I could not help but dispel her fear when she told me the reason for it. I do not regret the decision, for though I would have taken her no matter what, I find that she is much more enjoyable this way.
Her legs are spread wide now as I thrust into her hard. She will have bruises on her back when this is over, a reminder. She is clawing my back as she rides out her pleasure, screaming loudly. The owls hoot and shift on their perches and I clamp a hand over her mouth. It would not do for that nosy caretaker to poke around now.
Her tight sex is twitching and pulling and I spew forth into her, riding it outil til I am dry. Pulling away quickly, for I do not want her to think that this was anymore than just a causal fuck, I squat back on my heels to watch her as I catch my breath. The ripples are still moving through her body and her eyes are glazed as she moves her hand weakly to wipe the back of her mouth.
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His abrupt departure is pectpectut Iut I do not care as I am still tingling from my own orgasm. I feel his eyes watching, devouring as he had earlier. Bastard, I think though the word has no harsh feelings behind it, for I am truly glad he is a bastard. If he were not I might not have known such sexual freedom.
It is my turn to watch him as he stands and dresses. He pulls out his wand and looks at me once more a slight smile on his face and I understand what he is about to do. Scrambling to my feet, I put my hand os was wand. I know better than to plead with him, he is heartless, but I do not want to lose this, the freedom to know that I no longer have to fear being with a male. He studies me a moment and puts his wand back into his robes. Giving him a nod, I get dressed and gather my belongings. He is still watching me, those black eyes boring into my soul. I stop beside him and wait, but as the moments pass I know I was foolish to even think he might speak.
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Silly girl, I think as I watch her go. Surely souldouldn’t be so naïve to think that I would not be adequately prepared in such things as contraceptives. It would not do to trust teenagers in such matters.
I must admit, I muse as I pluck a hair off my robes, holding it to the dim light to watch the fiery red turn to gold then a deeper copper, that she was a very good fuck. Much better than the last Gryffindor I had, though it was a thrill to take that particle student against her will. Unlike the little miss-know-it-all, who I definitely had to Obliviate, she will not utter a word to her friends, knowing their feelings for me and the total disgust they would display.
Most definitely will I have to taste the little chit again though I must arrange a better place. I shall have to find an excuse for a detention or two. It has been awhile since I had an opportunity ringringing one into my lair and introducing them to ‘other’ pleasures and how pain can be as just as pleasurable. When I grow bored with her then I will make her forget, lest she becomes too demanding. Chuckling I cannot help but think that the old adage is true as I pluck another red hair from my robes. Fiery and hot, just like the color of her hair.
Fini
AN/And now you know...twas SS/GW