What a Witch Needs

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WARNING: Dark Harry Kinkiness (don’t know how else to label it LOL) Ye have been warned!

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Playing With The Dark

Paulo followed the sinister little house elf who would occasionally turn his head to look back at him, letting out a wicked little laugh. His case with his tattoo equipment was levitating in front of the elf as they made their way down into cold dank hallways of ancient stone. He had never been here, to Marlston Manor. None of his contemporaries had; for it had sat unclaimed for so long. He had heard the stories of it though, stories that parents had used to frighten their little children with. The fact that he had to spend the night in that shady little inn last night also seemed very strange to him, but the client had explained in his note that it would be required.

He had been hired by many dark wizards before; in fact he was a favorite among their circle. They paid him very well; most of his clients were wealthy. Paulo always felt that the rich became easily bored with their lives and they seemed to be the first to seek out other diversions to fill their time. When he was contacted about this job at Marlston Manor, he knew they were bound to expect some deviant delights despite the note that said they merely wanted tattoos applied. Dark wizards always expected more and Marlston Manor was famed for its black magic rituals.

When he tried to find out more information on the new residents, however, he was met by silence. No one seemed to want to discuss the fact that Marlston was being lived in once again. Many people even seemed disturbed by that fact. Paulo didn’t care however. He never refused a thick bag of galleons. Soon he would have enough gold to return home to Italy and purchase the house he had always wanted.

Down stone stairways the elf led him into more dank halls lit only by torches along the walls. Paulo felt as if he had stepped into another time, into a medieval castle of some sort.

Finally he arrived in a large room, again lit only by torches. On one end was an altar with bowls and other implements on it. I knew it, he thought, it’s going to be a bloody ritual. Along one wall were numerous cages, large and small, which contained nothing but snakes. A very large cage held an enormous boa constrictor that raised its large head and looked at Paulo. Paulo shivered as he wondered what these dark bastards were going to do to him. He hadn’t even met them yet. He had dealt only with house elves since he had arrived and he was beginning to feel more nervous about this job.

His thoughts were interrupted by the elf who said, “Set up your things here, then sit on that bench and wait for the mistress.” Paulo looked at the little table that sat low to the ground in which the elf indicated. It seemed to be the only furnishing in the room, besides the altar, and a single chair placed in the center of the room. The bench that the elf told him about was on the side of a wall in the shadows of the room.

The elf left him alone and he opened his case and set his things up as he was told to do. He thought about this ‘mistress’ that the elf mentioned and surmised that it was probably another forty something witch who was bored with her husband and looking for some young man to have fun with. It was one of his most common types of client. He finished setting up and went to sit on the bench to wait. The sight that met his eyes was not one he expected. The door in the back opened and a hot, young, leather clad woman came walking towards the altar, her long boots clicking on the stone floor as she swung her hips seductively from side to side. Her face was partially covered with a mask, but even so, he could tell she was a beauty with her chiseled cheekbones and her luscious red lips.

Behind her trailed two black cloaked figures. They paid him no heed at all as they made their way straight for the altar. The witch began muttering ritual words that he couldn’t hear very well and then he saw her pick up a knife and make a slice in the palm of her hand. Squeezing her fist closed, she dripped her blood in two separate bowls as she chanted more incoherent ritual words.

The cloaked figures each held up a hand towards her and she sliced each of their hands in the same way that she did her own. They squeezed their blood into the bowls and muttered words as well. The witch stirred the bowls with the tip of the knife and gave them both to one of the cloaked figures. Then she turned and walked to the middle of the room and sat in the lone chair waiting silently.

The cloaked figure with the bowls came up to him and said, “You will use these inks for the tattoos, one tattoo with this bowl and the other tattoo with this bowl.”

Paulo glanced nervously at the beautiful witch, sitting regally in the straight backed chair and nodded. Then he asked, “What design does the lady wish to have?”

“Did I say you can speak?” said the voice under the hood.

So that’s what they want, Paulo thought as he put himself in his submissive frame of mind. He bowed his head and shook it.

“Lady Marlston would like two serpents, one on the inside of each thigh,” Draco said.

Paulo felt a jolt of fear when he heard the name Marlston. Lady Marlston! His palms began to sweat. He had no idea that there were any Marlstons left alive. He began to regret his decision to come here but he knew he couldn’t back out now.

Hermione had no idea just how shaken the tattoo artist was at the mention of her name. She could see Draco standing before the dark recess and speaking to him and she wondered what he would look like when he came into the light. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She couldn’t believe she was about to expose herself to someone like this. She hoped he wasn’t a disgusting old pervert that would leer at her pussy the whole time. She felt Harry’s hand on her shoulder as he stood behind her to offer his reassurance.

She watched as Draco turned and began to walk to the little table to set the special inks down. Paulo followed him out and she saw he was absolutely gorgeous. ‘Oh my,’ she thought, her nerves all aflutter, ‘he’s not disgusting or old at all.’ A shiver traveled up her spine and Harry must have felt it because he leaned down next to her ear and whispered, “Does he get you wet?”

Hermione couldn’t answer, she was frozen with anticipation. After Draco set the bowls down he turned to Paulo and said sharply, “Take all your clothes off and kneel down before Lady Marlston. You are not worthy to stand in her presence. You will show her complete obedience or you will be punished.”

Hermione shook with surprise and anticipation and Harry’s hand squeezed her shoulder to steady her. She could not believe how this man so easily obeyed Draco’s haughty requests. She almost felt pity for the man, yet a part of her was also very turned on to have this hunky specimen at their mercy. She wanted to gasp when Paulo removed all his clothing and revealed a well muscled, chiseled body. He fell to his knees and bowed his head before her.

Hermione perused him in appreciation and knew she had lost all ability to speak. What was she supposed to say? She had never played a game like this before! Draco apparently had no problem with order giving and he thankfully took the responsibility of it from her.

“Look at Lady Marlston,” Draco ordered. “She will show you where she wants the serpents.”

Paulo raised his face and his gaze rose up her body, from the toes of her black leather boots to the two dark eyes looking at him through the holes of her mask. ‘So young, so beautiful, so perfect,’ he thought. His gaze traveled back down to the swells of her breasts and the stretched lacings that were barely restraining them from his view. He was startled by her sudden movement as she scooted to the edge of the chair and put her hands on her boot encased knees.

Harry and Draco had moved to both sides of her and Hermione could feel the tense energy coming from Harry. She could tell, even with his cloak covered body and face, that he was watching Paulo closely for any boundary that might be crossed.

Draco could feel how nervous Hermione was about this but he could also tell how turned on she was getting as her sexual musk filled the air. He stepped behind Hermione and slowly let his hands travel down on both sides of her until his hands came to rest on top of her hands. His cloaked face brushed against her ear as he whispered, “Show him how beautiful you are.” He pulled open her knees as Hermione shuddered with excitement and fear.

Wider and wider he spread apart her knees. The short little skirt rode higher and higher as her knees parted further and she felt the cold air hit her wet clit when she became fully exposed to Paulo’s view. Paulo’s cock twitched and jerked in excitement when he saw the moistening lips of Lady Marlston’s pussy, glistening in the torchlight. Never had he been so turned on by just looking at a client before. Gods, she was lovely.

Hermione was grateful that Draco now stood behind with his hands on her shoulders because she felt like she might have fainted with need if he didn’t. She felt totally exposed, yet when she saw Paulo’s cock harden and his eyes darken with desire, her pussy convulsed in excitement and she felt herself wetting the chair with her juices. It was so exciting and erotic to be admired and desired like this that she forgot what she was supposed to do until Draco whispered, “Show him.”

Her fingers traveled over her legs and she pointed to a spot on the inside of each of her thighs. Then she made a space between two fingers and rasped out, “About this big.”

He swallowed hard and nodded. Gods! He just wanted to bury his face in that delicious pussy and show Lady Marlston some of his other talents. Draco and Harry, however, could easily read those thoughts on Paulo’s lust filled face and Draco said, “You will not touch the Lady anywhere except for her legs.”

Paulo felt stabbed by disappointment. Surely they weren’t going to refuse his other services, were they? He nodded and shakily turned to the low table nearby and prepared his instruments to begin. It was hard to keep his eyes from her for very long and he kept glancing sideways to the tantalizing view, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his breaths became more and more shallow.

He glanced up at the two cloaked wizards guarding her. The one who did all the talking was standing behind the Lady while the silent one stood at her side. It was the silent one that disturbed him the most. Something about him reeked of power, more power than he was used to feeling from anyone in the magical world. The fact that they all seemed to want to keep their identities secret unnerved him even more.

He moved closer to Lady Marlston until he was practically sitting between her legs. The disapproval coming from the silent one hit him like a wave and he began to tremble. He had to get close if he was to put the tattoos on. He carefully cleaned her skin and prepared her for her first tattoo while glancing up at the silent one who seemed to tense when his hand first touched her leg.

Draco could feel what was going on and he moved to Harry’s side and whispered in his ear, “Back off Harry, you’re making him nervous. He might make a mistake with the tattoo.”

Harry took a deep breath and tried to relax but it was difficult for him. He had no idea that he’d be so put out by this. He didn’t like this stranger touching her soft, perfect thighs and sitting so close to her bare pussy. He felt the turmoil rolling around his chest like a growing ball of anger. He feared that he no longer trusted himself to hold back if something should happen.

‘Merlin, her scent was intoxicating,’ Paulo thought. He tried hard to focus on what he was doing but he could feel her slight movements as she squirmed on the edge of the chair, trying to find relief for her arousal. He so desperately wanted to give it to her. He felt like he was under a spell as he slightly turned his head towards her beckoning folds and inhaled deeply. His cock painfully throbbed with need and his precum leaked out.

Suddenly a hand had grasped him by the hair and dragged him painfully away from his goddess. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he yelled as the silent wizard dragged backwards and the other one backhanded him hard across the face.

“Don’t ever get your face that close again!” growled Draco.

“I’m sorry, master,” he begged with his face bowed.

“Go and lick the bottom of her boots and ask for her forgiveness,” Draco ordered. The naked man crawled to Hermione’s feet and picked up one foot and brought the bottom of her boot to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick it and yet he didn’t mind one bit as he closed his eyes and imagined that he was licking another part of her body.

Hermione wasn’t sure how she felt about him licking her boot but when she watched the rapture on his face she began to feel excited again. Her juices once again trickled down onto the chair as she watched his long tongue lap at the bottom of her boot. “Please forgive me, mistress,” she heard him say.

Hermione barely replied, “You’re forgiven.” It felt a little silly to her to be in this position but she had to admit that it was turning her on.

“Back to work,” snapped Draco. Paulo moved back to his previous position and continued his work. He wanted so desperately to relieve his need and he craved putting his hand on his cock, but he knew they would punish him if he did. He was beginning to sense that this was their game. They wanted to torture him with need.

Draco looked over to where Harry was standing and was surprised to see Harry’s chest moving in a suppressed chuckle. He moved next to him and said, “You’re psychotic. One moment you’re full of rage and the next you’re laughing. But I am glad that you are enjoying yourself.”

Harry leaned over and whispered back, “It was that licking the boot thing. Where do you come up with that stuff?”

“You get to decide the next punishment,” Draco said.

“You really think he’ll try something again?” Harry asked, his humor leaving him.

“Didn’t you see his face? He liked licking her boot. He’s used to much worse, I assure you,” Draco whispered back.

Harry stepped up to Hermione’s side again and watched Paulo carefully. Paulo had finished one serpent and now turned himself the other way to begin the second one. The talkative wizard went to stand behind her again and said, “Are you getting hot my dear? Let’s make you more comfortable.” He reached a hand down to her bosom and began flicking apart the laces holding her top together with one finger.

Hermione felt herself becoming more aroused knowing that the rest of her would soon be exposed. She arched her back and moaned as her bottom wiggled on the edge of the chair again.

Paulo began sweating harder as he glanced sideways at the hot little witch and her beautiful tits straining for freedom. The laces came free and the top fell away behind her. ‘Oh, they are trying to torture me,’ thought Paulo, as he looked at her perfect body. A drop of her fluid fell from the edge of the chair and landed on his forearm. He glanced at her sopping wet pussy and he knew that she was suffering as much as he was. He wanted to lick that drop off his arm so badly but he could see the silent wizard standing guard. He felt him watching like a hawk.

The other wizard now ran his hands over her tits and pinched her rosy nipples between his fingers. Paulo had the feeling that this wizard wanted him to slip up; he wanted him to get punished. So far they had only slapped him and pulled his hair. He was used to far worse. Perhaps… maybe… they’d do something to his cock… anything to help relieve his lust; he didn’t even care if it were to be painful at this point. He couldn’t take it anymore, something had to happen.

Paulo turned his face and quickly stuck his tongue out, getting one delicious swipe of her clit before he was squashed to the ground and unable to move.

“Insolence!” shouted Draco. Harry didn’t use a wand. He just lifted his hand and made a motion of pressing downwards and Paulo was crushed by the invisible force that Harry summoned. Harry still held his hand horizontally and Draco watched as Paulo struggled and gasped for air on the floor as if something very heavy was keeping him down.

Hermione noticed what Harry was doing and made a grab at his wrist. “No,” she pleaded.

Harry turned his head towards her and said, “He must be punished. He licked you.”

Draco felt the incredible rush and weakness in his knees at Harry’s display of power and he couldn’t help himself as he said, “Yes, Harry, punish him.”

He did a flipping motion with his hand and Paulo flipped over onto his back and looked at Harry in awe. Never had he seen a wizard use magic this strongly without a wand. Harry’s other hand rose and he pointed at one of the cages on the side of the room, making a circular motion with his finger. The cage unlocked and the door opened.

“Incredible,” whispered Draco in awe, as Harry began speaking Parseltongue and a small snake about three feet long and two inches in diameter came slithering out of the cage. It stopped and lifted its head as it listened to Harry.

Harry spread two of his fingers apart and upwards and Paulo’s legs flew open and up, exposing his anus to view. To Hermione’s surprise Paulo actually looked like he was happy about whatever was going to occur. He looked grateful something was going to happen to him. She gasped when she saw the snake make its way to Paulo’s anus and work its head up into the opening. Her hand flew up to her mouth in shock as she expected Paulo to begin screaming in pain or fear, but the man only groaned as if he were in heaven at the feeling of the snake sliding further up into his ass.

“Oh Merlin!” exclaimed Draco, “I’ve never seen anything like this. Harry, when I said punish I didn’t mean that you should stick a snake up his ass. It’s not a poisonous one is it?”

“Yes,” said Harry, watching the tail disappear and Paulo thrashed around, his cock convulsing in excitement. “But it won’t bite him.”

“How do you know?” asked Draco, as the snake’s head reappeared. Apparently it had turned itself around up there.

“I told it not to,” Harry said matter-of-factly.

They watched mesmerized as the front end of the snake emerged from Paulo’s anus and wrapped itself around his balls and up in a spiral around his erect throbbing penis. It squeezed his shaft while leaving its back end in Paulo’s ass, and the man sobbed in ecstasy. “Oh yes!” he yelled. “Thank you masters, thank you.”

“Finish the tattoo!” snapped Harry. Paulo rolled his head and looked at the powerful cloaked wizard. Did he expect him to do the tattoo with the snake in his ass and wrapped around his cock?

“Now!” Harry ordered.

Paulo rolled to his hands and knees, moaning in pleasure, his cock leaking his fluids as the snake milked him. He crawled back to a shocked Hermione and tried to sit on his heels so that he would not crush the delightful snake.

“Don’t make a mistake or I will tell him to leave you,” Harry warned.

Paulo looked at Harry with pleading eyes, “No! Please master, leave him there.”

“Then do your job,” said Harry.

Paulo got to work but couldn’t help the moans and groans that came out of his throat as the snake moved and squeezed him.

Draco walked over to Harry’s side and put a hand on Harry’s ass, stroking it as he said, “You’re scary sometimes, you know that? But I’d be a fool if I didn’t say that it turned me on.”

Harry’s hand slipped over Draco’s excited cock and he said, “You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?”

Draco shivered and his knees felt weak as he said, “Yeah, you know I love it when you display your power like this.” He began breathing harder as Harry’s hand worked on him. “Fuck me, Harry, please!” he panted.

Harry turned and pushed Draco down to his hands and knees. He threw the back of his robes up and onto his back and yanked down Draco’s trousers. “Yes, please, fuck me, fuck me,” Draco moaned. Hermione turned her head to the side and watched.

Harry pulled out the lubricant that he always carried around now and worked some into Draco’s anus causing the blonde boy to groan in pleasure. Then he lifted his cloak and lubed himself up. They never removed their cloaks as they still did not want Paulo to see them. Paulo, too, was watching in excitement as the two wizards began fucking and the snake squeezed his penis and wiggled its bottom end in his ass.

Hermione was so turned on by all this she couldn’t stand it anymore. She reached down and began stroking her own clit. She was so juicy down there by now that her whole hand was soon coated. Paulo looked down at her hand pleasuring her twat and he groaned with need. He looked at her with pleading eyes. Hermione didn’t want him to get ‘punished’ anymore and she turned to look at the boys fucking. She decided that they were too busy to care at the moment and she lifted her wet hand up to Paulo’s mouth. He grabbed onto it and licked it frantically, afraid that the two wizards would stop fucking and come back to take her hand away.

It was only her hand, Hermione reasoned, so she didn’t feel like she was cheating on her boyfriends. Besides, they were the ones who arranged this whole thing in the first place.

Harry was fucking Draco harder and Draco was groaning loudly as Harry slammed into him. They didn’t notice anything happening with Hermione. Paulo licked her flavor off her hand and knew that it wasn’t enough. Hermione was watching Harry and Draco when she suddenly felt Paulo’s mouth on her sopping wet pussy, lapping greedily at her juices. She gasped in shock and fear that Harry might do something drastic if he saw this and she grabbed Paulo’s hair in her fists and pulled him away, shaking her head ‘no’ at him vehemently.

Paulo’s tears began to fall and he cried at the injustice of it all. Harry’s head whipped around and he stopped pumping into Draco for a moment as he looked at Paulo crying.
“What’s wrong? You want me to call off the snake?” Harry asked.

“No, master, please don’t,” Paulo cried.

“Then finish the tattoo,” Harry said as he began moving in Draco again.

Harry soon came and growled in pleasure as his seed filled Draco. Then the two wizards collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. They looked over at Paulo, who said, “I’m finished.” Then he fell back on the floor and moaned with joy at the snake’s movements in his body.

“Let me see,” said Draco as he crawled over to the chair and between Hermione’s open legs to check out the tattoos. He had to admit that it was nicely done. “Very good.”

“Thank you, master,” groaned Paulo as his own orgasm rocked his body.

Draco was drawn to Hermione’s wet and swollen clit just inches away and he said, “No more teasing for you either, my love.” He buried his face in her wetness as Hermione arched her back and grabbed onto his blonde head, pushing him further towards her needy pussy.

Harry sat up and saw that Paulo had now cum and was lying on the floor, totally spent. He spoke Parseltongue once again and the snake uncoiled itself from Paulo and slithered the rest of its body out of Paulo’s ass, causing the man to groan yet again. The snake slithered back to its cage. Harry stood up and walked to the cage, shutting and locking its door.

Then he turned back to the naked man lying on the ground. He took out a bag of galleons and tossed it to him. “You can leave now,” Harry said.

“Please let me come back again, please,” Paulo pleaded.

“We’ll see,” Harry said. But he had no plans of having this man come near Hermione again. Paulo dressed and gathered his belongings as the chamber filled with the sounds of Lady Marlston in the throes of orgasm while the wizard sucked hungrily on her.

Harry sat on the bench in the dark recess and watched the others with mixed emotions. Yeah, he could admit that this whole experience was fucking incredible. But he didn’t like how easy it was for him to let his emotions take control. Even though Paulo had loved getting fucked by a snake, Harry felt a twinge of remorse for losing control like that. But Harry also knew at the time that Paulo desperately needed relief from Hermione’s teasing. Harry didn’t think he would have been able to stop himself from tasting her if he had been sitting that close either.

Paulo now had his things gathered and he stood on shaky legs. “Go on, an elf will show you back to the carriage,” Harry mumbled from the dark recess. Paulo nodded and left.

Harry watched as Hermione stood up and knelt on the chair, holding on to its backrest. She stuck her cute ass out towards Draco. Draco slid his hard cock up her juicy vagina from behind and grabbed onto her shoulders as he began pumping her hard. Hermione threw her head back and screamed, “Yes, oh yes, harder, faster.”

Draco knew that this position was a good one for girls as the head of his cock would directly press into her G-spot as he moved. She gasped and groaned with each thrust and soon was screaming out his name as her walls clenched around his cock and her juices spurted over him. Her convulsions began to milk him and Draco groaned his release into her long glorious hair.

Hermione stood up and turned around, pulling Draco into an embrace. She saw Harry sitting in the recess watching them and she held out her arm to him. He rose and walked over, putting his arms around them both. They touched foreheads and laughed.

“So what do you think of this dark sex magic?” Draco panted as his breath was still trying to calm itself.

“Gods, it was intense!” Harry said. “But let’s not get strangers involved again, at least not that close up. Having them watch is hot, but I don’t want anyone licking Hermione but us.”

“And you said I was the jealous one,” Draco teased.

“All right, I admit it, I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to you two,” Harry said. “There, I said it. Would you like to get ‘selfish, jealous bastard’ tattooed on me somewhere?”

“Would that mean Paulo could return to do it?” Hermione laughed. “Just kidding!” she squealed and ran off as Harry chased her down laughing.

“If he comes back, I’ll have to release the boa constrictor on him,” Harry laughed.

“He probably would love it,” grinned Draco.

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A/N Like? I hope so. Cause I’m far from done with Dark Harry. (he he) Please let me know your thoughts and I’ll give you some more… and more… and more…