Emerald and Sapphire
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › Het - Male/Female
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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8,317
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A Run-in with the Law
Emerald & Sapphire
A Run-in with the Law
By SSJ04 Mewtwo
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He sighed as he made his way through the back alleys of the city, trying to make it to his small apartment. The glasses wearing, green eyed boy was coming back from his minimum wage job.
He wasn't paying too much attention to his surroundings due to the fact that his lower region wanted attention. Having a minimum wage job meant that he didn't have that many dates. Porn was his only outlet for his more primal needs.
However, he soon was made aware of his surroundings by the sound of someone shouting 'stop!' Harry turned to see, to his amusement, his large cousin running from a pair of policemen that were chasing him.
As Dudley ran by, Harry felt that something had been dropped into his pocket. The next thing he knew was that he was being cuffed after being tackled to the ground along with his cousin. Apparently, Dudley had tried to drop the bag of whatever Dudley was using in his pocket, probably trying to get him to take the fall, but they had both been hauled off in a squad car.
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"The fat one confessed to what he had, but the one with glasses refuses to admit that the stuff we found on him was his. He's putting it on his fat cousin," an officer said to a very tall, intimidating female officer.
"You got his bio?" she asked.
"Yeah," the other officer answered and she looked over the data.
"Give me ten minutes...I need to do some research," she said and Caley Black went into her office. Her fellow smirked. The girl knew how to get a confession out of someone.
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To say that he was upset was an understatement. He was pissed at his cousin for pulling the same shit like he had when they were in high school. The door to the interrogation room opened and he gulped, seeing the female officer coming into the room. He had expected to see the same officer that had started questioning him. He knew what he had to do though. Clam up and ask for a lawyer.
She came over to the bound suspect and lifted his head so the bright light blinded his eyes.
'He doesn't have the tell tale signs of being a user. Nor does it look like he's just started using. I'll have to still make sure though before releasing him. They might have fucked up by bringing this one in.'
"Harry James Potter...why don't you make it easy on yourself and confess," she growled.
"Like I said before, that crap isn't mine. That fat ass of a cousin planted that shit on me, and if you are going to charge me, then do so and let me have a lawyer," Harry growled back. He heard a chair being pulled and she sat. She smirked and undid her boots and stockings.
His eyes bugged out, feeling her foot, her bare foot, run up his leg.
"You were smart to use a made up screen name, but you weren't clever enough to be able to hide who you truly are on-line. You seem to have an interesting fetish," she grinned as her foot ran up and down his calf. "After this, you won't want a lawyer."
"What the fuck?" he asked, "is this the way you get your confessions, whore," he growled, not liking his fetish being used against him.
"No, this is a special case. I usually tickle the confession out of someone if they are being difficult," she replied and smiled, feeling his cock rising to the occasion. "Tickling is so embarrassing to the perpetrator that they just enjoy their time in jail."
"That...wasn't...mine!"
She backed her foot off of his groin, smirking as he growled, his erection painfully hard.
"I suggest you tell me, or you will have a permanent case of blue balls."
He whimpered, her foot back on his groin. Caley could feel her cunt starting to heat up. She didn't know why she was getting off on the fact that he was hard for her feet.
Please," Harry said, now pleading, "It wasn't mine."
She smiled, enjoying him begging.
"Tell me the truth about that crack pipe that was found in your pocket," she said.
"Please, it's my cousin's, I swear" Harry whimpered out.
For the next ten minutes, she continued to tease his cock with her foot, enjoying the way he would beg her to stop and kept saying that the pipe wasn't his while not trying to show that he was enjoying himself from her ministrations. Once she was satisfied that the boy wasn't lying, she helped him to his feet and let him out of the room and out of the station.
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"This isn't my apartment building," Harry muttered.
"I know, it's mine," she said with a predator-like grin on her face. Harry gulped, what did she want from him now? Hadn't she done enough to him?
She got out of her car and yanked him out. He winced a little from the harsh treatment.
"You can take the cuffs off," he growled.
"Don't think so," she replied teasingly.
'From being arrested to being some Amazonian cop's play thing?' he thought to himself. 'I'm going to kill my cousin the next time I see his fat ass.'
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He bit his lip. His wrists were now cuffed to a bar on the head board of the bed that he was laying naked on. Fortunately, the cuffs that were restraining him now were fur lined and didn't cut into his wrists as bad.
'At least the bed is comfortable,' Harry thought. He knew that his smaller head wanted this, but he didn't want to be used and then thrown out like some rag doll. That had been his life ever since he had been forced to stay with his aunt and uncle by child services.
His dark thoughts were stopped by the bathroom door opening and Caley coming out, wearing a black and blue Victorian Dreams corset with hook and eye back, satin bow front detail, lace cup overlay, garter straps and ruffle trim detail Stockings and matching knickers.. She didn't wear stockings because she knew of his foot fetish.
As she approached Harry, she took off the corset in a teasing way, leaving only her knickers. He closed his eyes, knowing that the visual stimulation would reinforce his cock's desire for her.
'Bitch's got that body I like to wank off to,' he thought to himself. 'I'm not a piece of meat.'
"You think that keeping your eyes shut will keep you from getting all hard for me?" she asked and pounced on top of him.
"I don't want this," he said, keeping his eyes shut tight while at the same time ignoring the feel of her hard body pressed against his own.
"I think your cock is saying something different," she replied and he felt her long, soft fingers stroking him.
"Why?" he got out, hoping to distract himself.
"I've never found a guy with your...sexual quirks," she replied. He soon gasped, feeling her hand pinching his nipple.
She leaned down and kissed him. This was his undoing as he started arching up into her hand's stroking of his cock.
She chuckled, feeling his cock get hard in her hands "now you're catching on," she said as she removed her knickers and elevated herself so that her hot, wet entrance was above his cock.
They both gasped as she buried his cock into her body. His eyes, now opened, rolled into the back of his skull as he felt her inner muscles squeezing him along with his virginity.
She leaned forward so that her breasts were above his face. He thought what might happen if he didn't comply, so he started suckling her breasts which aroused her even more
"Fuck, this cock feels better than plastic toys," she growled. She rode him, grunting in pleasure as his nine inch cock slid against her clit. Being as worked up as she was, orgasm came a good fifteen minutes later, her cunt squeezing his cock so hard that he thought it would be pulled from his body.
The moment he felt the pressure ease up, he came, blasting her cunt with his seed. She laid on top of him, trying to relax her body from the sex she had just had.
"This is the part where I'm thrown out like a rag?" he asked.
"And have to hunt down someone else that'll worship my feet? I don't think so. You are moving in with me and you are going to be mine," she growled and kissed him hungrily. He inwardly sighed to himself. At least, he'd have a better roof above his head and won't have to go back to that small, dingy apartment or look at another porn magazine again.
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ElPirato's (beta) note: for the lingerie described in this chapter go to http:// www .yandy .com /Victorian -Dreams- Bow-Corset-94php
A Run-in with the Law
By SSJ04 Mewtwo
888
He sighed as he made his way through the back alleys of the city, trying to make it to his small apartment. The glasses wearing, green eyed boy was coming back from his minimum wage job.
He wasn't paying too much attention to his surroundings due to the fact that his lower region wanted attention. Having a minimum wage job meant that he didn't have that many dates. Porn was his only outlet for his more primal needs.
However, he soon was made aware of his surroundings by the sound of someone shouting 'stop!' Harry turned to see, to his amusement, his large cousin running from a pair of policemen that were chasing him.
As Dudley ran by, Harry felt that something had been dropped into his pocket. The next thing he knew was that he was being cuffed after being tackled to the ground along with his cousin. Apparently, Dudley had tried to drop the bag of whatever Dudley was using in his pocket, probably trying to get him to take the fall, but they had both been hauled off in a squad car.
888
"The fat one confessed to what he had, but the one with glasses refuses to admit that the stuff we found on him was his. He's putting it on his fat cousin," an officer said to a very tall, intimidating female officer.
"You got his bio?" she asked.
"Yeah," the other officer answered and she looked over the data.
"Give me ten minutes...I need to do some research," she said and Caley Black went into her office. Her fellow smirked. The girl knew how to get a confession out of someone.
888
To say that he was upset was an understatement. He was pissed at his cousin for pulling the same shit like he had when they were in high school. The door to the interrogation room opened and he gulped, seeing the female officer coming into the room. He had expected to see the same officer that had started questioning him. He knew what he had to do though. Clam up and ask for a lawyer.
She came over to the bound suspect and lifted his head so the bright light blinded his eyes.
'He doesn't have the tell tale signs of being a user. Nor does it look like he's just started using. I'll have to still make sure though before releasing him. They might have fucked up by bringing this one in.'
"Harry James Potter...why don't you make it easy on yourself and confess," she growled.
"Like I said before, that crap isn't mine. That fat ass of a cousin planted that shit on me, and if you are going to charge me, then do so and let me have a lawyer," Harry growled back. He heard a chair being pulled and she sat. She smirked and undid her boots and stockings.
His eyes bugged out, feeling her foot, her bare foot, run up his leg.
"You were smart to use a made up screen name, but you weren't clever enough to be able to hide who you truly are on-line. You seem to have an interesting fetish," she grinned as her foot ran up and down his calf. "After this, you won't want a lawyer."
"What the fuck?" he asked, "is this the way you get your confessions, whore," he growled, not liking his fetish being used against him.
"No, this is a special case. I usually tickle the confession out of someone if they are being difficult," she replied and smiled, feeling his cock rising to the occasion. "Tickling is so embarrassing to the perpetrator that they just enjoy their time in jail."
"That...wasn't...mine!"
She backed her foot off of his groin, smirking as he growled, his erection painfully hard.
"I suggest you tell me, or you will have a permanent case of blue balls."
He whimpered, her foot back on his groin. Caley could feel her cunt starting to heat up. She didn't know why she was getting off on the fact that he was hard for her feet.
Please," Harry said, now pleading, "It wasn't mine."
She smiled, enjoying him begging.
"Tell me the truth about that crack pipe that was found in your pocket," she said.
"Please, it's my cousin's, I swear" Harry whimpered out.
For the next ten minutes, she continued to tease his cock with her foot, enjoying the way he would beg her to stop and kept saying that the pipe wasn't his while not trying to show that he was enjoying himself from her ministrations. Once she was satisfied that the boy wasn't lying, she helped him to his feet and let him out of the room and out of the station.
888
"This isn't my apartment building," Harry muttered.
"I know, it's mine," she said with a predator-like grin on her face. Harry gulped, what did she want from him now? Hadn't she done enough to him?
She got out of her car and yanked him out. He winced a little from the harsh treatment.
"You can take the cuffs off," he growled.
"Don't think so," she replied teasingly.
'From being arrested to being some Amazonian cop's play thing?' he thought to himself. 'I'm going to kill my cousin the next time I see his fat ass.'
888
He bit his lip. His wrists were now cuffed to a bar on the head board of the bed that he was laying naked on. Fortunately, the cuffs that were restraining him now were fur lined and didn't cut into his wrists as bad.
'At least the bed is comfortable,' Harry thought. He knew that his smaller head wanted this, but he didn't want to be used and then thrown out like some rag doll. That had been his life ever since he had been forced to stay with his aunt and uncle by child services.
His dark thoughts were stopped by the bathroom door opening and Caley coming out, wearing a black and blue Victorian Dreams corset with hook and eye back, satin bow front detail, lace cup overlay, garter straps and ruffle trim detail Stockings and matching knickers.. She didn't wear stockings because she knew of his foot fetish.
As she approached Harry, she took off the corset in a teasing way, leaving only her knickers. He closed his eyes, knowing that the visual stimulation would reinforce his cock's desire for her.
'Bitch's got that body I like to wank off to,' he thought to himself. 'I'm not a piece of meat.'
"You think that keeping your eyes shut will keep you from getting all hard for me?" she asked and pounced on top of him.
"I don't want this," he said, keeping his eyes shut tight while at the same time ignoring the feel of her hard body pressed against his own.
"I think your cock is saying something different," she replied and he felt her long, soft fingers stroking him.
"Why?" he got out, hoping to distract himself.
"I've never found a guy with your...sexual quirks," she replied. He soon gasped, feeling her hand pinching his nipple.
She leaned down and kissed him. This was his undoing as he started arching up into her hand's stroking of his cock.
She chuckled, feeling his cock get hard in her hands "now you're catching on," she said as she removed her knickers and elevated herself so that her hot, wet entrance was above his cock.
They both gasped as she buried his cock into her body. His eyes, now opened, rolled into the back of his skull as he felt her inner muscles squeezing him along with his virginity.
She leaned forward so that her breasts were above his face. He thought what might happen if he didn't comply, so he started suckling her breasts which aroused her even more
"Fuck, this cock feels better than plastic toys," she growled. She rode him, grunting in pleasure as his nine inch cock slid against her clit. Being as worked up as she was, orgasm came a good fifteen minutes later, her cunt squeezing his cock so hard that he thought it would be pulled from his body.
The moment he felt the pressure ease up, he came, blasting her cunt with his seed. She laid on top of him, trying to relax her body from the sex she had just had.
"This is the part where I'm thrown out like a rag?" he asked.
"And have to hunt down someone else that'll worship my feet? I don't think so. You are moving in with me and you are going to be mine," she growled and kissed him hungrily. He inwardly sighed to himself. At least, he'd have a better roof above his head and won't have to go back to that small, dingy apartment or look at another porn magazine again.
888
ElPirato's (beta) note: for the lingerie described in this chapter go to http:// www .yandy .com /Victorian -Dreams- Bow-Corset-94php