Shards of Isis
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,655
Reviews:
0
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.
Chp 4: Birthpangs II
DISCLAIMER: JK ROWLING OWNS ALL. NC-17 FOR A REASON. LEMONY GOODNESS AHEAD....
"My--" I could not speak, as she rammed herself on top of my cock, and I closed my eyes against the rapturous onslaught. "Fuck,"
I spat, "Do it. Take my innocence."
She and I began to pant as she rode me, and the pleasure was mixed with pain as the other two sliced into my flesh.
They sucked greedily from the open wounds in my forearm, and my forehead. Passionate magic burned in my lungs as they chanted, in parseltongue. "Flesh of Isis, take this seed!" shrieked the one shoving herself up and down on my cock, and I exploded inside her with a roar. I grunted as her exquisite twat clenched around my prick and I spurted jet after jet of my virgin jism inside her.
The other two rubbed my blood all over themselves and
declared, "Fate of Fortuna, take this blood!" Tremors racked my body as they spread the blood and the jism all over their bodies, and then slowly I registered that there were two knives, one at my balls, the other at my forehead. A voice in my guts breathed, "And now for the flesh. All of it."
I felt the third knife at my throat. "The debt is nearly paid. Farewell, Harry Potter. Death is but a door."
Before I could react, the blades sliced into my flesh, and darkness descended. Even as my blood flowed, even as I could smell fire, and flesh, and fate, the burning didn't stop.
"My--" I could not speak, as she rammed herself on top of my cock, and I closed my eyes against the rapturous onslaught. "Fuck,"
I spat, "Do it. Take my innocence."
She and I began to pant as she rode me, and the pleasure was mixed with pain as the other two sliced into my flesh.
They sucked greedily from the open wounds in my forearm, and my forehead. Passionate magic burned in my lungs as they chanted, in parseltongue. "Flesh of Isis, take this seed!" shrieked the one shoving herself up and down on my cock, and I exploded inside her with a roar. I grunted as her exquisite twat clenched around my prick and I spurted jet after jet of my virgin jism inside her.
The other two rubbed my blood all over themselves and
declared, "Fate of Fortuna, take this blood!" Tremors racked my body as they spread the blood and the jism all over their bodies, and then slowly I registered that there were two knives, one at my balls, the other at my forehead. A voice in my guts breathed, "And now for the flesh. All of it."
I felt the third knife at my throat. "The debt is nearly paid. Farewell, Harry Potter. Death is but a door."
Before I could react, the blades sliced into my flesh, and darkness descended. Even as my blood flowed, even as I could smell fire, and flesh, and fate, the burning didn't stop.