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Breathe
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
16,336
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
1
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.
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“That wasn’t so hard now was it? Speaking of hard though, we’re not even CLOSE to being through here”
The words echoed through her head. What was he going to do? She was petrified, but at the same time…oddly excited? No, she couldn’t be. She pushed the idea to the back of her head, but she could feel her body betraying her.
“Well well Miss Bell, what do we have in store for you next?” She could hear his footsteps behind her but due to her compromising position she couldn’t see him. It was like being blind. Being blind in a tiger’s cage, unable to move. Suddenly, she felt one of his warm fingers drag through her bruised behind. Marcus made sure to press down hard enough that she felt the pangs of pain intensify as he slid across it. The finger kept trailing downward, until it reached her folds, now dripping.
“Katie, I would have never guessed. But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You did always seem to like to play rough, if I remember correctly.” She cursed to herself, and to her body.
“Do you remember when you were a second year? Of course you do. You and your little Grif cronies boasted about your impenetrable defense after our first match-up. Well” His finger slowly slid into her. He lowered his head close to hers,
“You don’t seem so impenetrable now.” The bastard knew the right spots to hit, of course he did. Katie could only image the hoards of dark witches that had thrown themselves to him once he triumphed in the war. And it had served him well. He stroked the delicate place on her wall as painfully slowly as she could imagine. With all the will she had left in her she resisted, she bit her lip, her tongue, to stop herself from giving him the satisfaction of a moan. She squeezed her fists to stop her body from rocking against him. Without warning, his finger flicked slightly inside of her and all hell broke loose.
“GODS!” She gasped out loud, hips slightly arching against him. Marcus let out a satisfied grunt and slowly removed his finger. Without much comprehension, Katie was infuriated. Her lower half was on fire, from her bruises, to her unfulfilled loins.
“Now Katie, tell me what it is that you want” Her body was aching, but her mind was just barely clear enough to protest.
“I want….”
“Yess Katie?” He paced around to look her in the eyes.
“I want you to drop DEAD” Swiftly, he moved behind her and she felt a sharp tug of her hair being pulled back. Without warning, she felt as though she were being ripped in two. She screamed in pain
“Yes Bell, the old school rumors were true.” It felt like large papercuts in the most sensitive of areas. There was simply too much of him, and he was trying to bury himself inside as best he could. Grunting, like the troll he was, he began to move in and out of her helpless frame. The force with each thrust sent her slamming against the desk, enough to move it about an inch. Removing his hand from her hair, he laid it flat on her back with steady force to prevent her body from lurching up. His breathing and grunting were heavy, and he began to speed up.
The pain oddly began to fade out, and she was left building up. As much as his well-endowed cock was causing her pain, it was hitting
that spot every time. She became lost in it, there were no thoughts left in her brain except for the immense desire to climax. As if trapped in another plane of existence she felt moans escape her lips, moans and words.
“yessss, Marcus, don’t stop” she heard his evil laughter from behind. He gently slowed down.
“No! Please don’t stop!” She rasped. He turned her head back to face him
“Tell me what you want”
“Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”
“Do you promise to be a good little girl if I untie you?”
“Yes” she rasped. With a glowing smile, Marcus bent down and removed the bonds with a quick little spell.
Katie became a woman possessed. While somewhere in the back of her brain she could hear a small voice protesting, she no longer paid any attention to it. Turning around she pushed Marcus backward until he ran into his bed and fell back on it. His face was confused.
“I don’t think so Be..”
“Marcus, for once in your life, shut the fuck up.” With relative ease, she positioned herself on top of him and began to ride. Her hips gently swiveled with each bounce and she felt Marcus’ hand grab hold of her hips, pushing her down onto him. She belt down and snaked her tongue over his earlobe, tracing down to his collarbone and nibbling against it.
“Good Gods Bell” He choked out between heavy breaths. Her pace quickened as she felt herself slowly build up, she was about to tower over the edge when Marcus reached up and pinched her left nipple with all his might.
“MARRRCCUUUSSSS”
“KAAATTTIIIIEEEEE” Her body slid off of him and she rolled over to the side, breathing heavily. He remained in place, just as exhausted and stunned as she was. Katie was too tired to move, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. The tinges of pain from her wounds slowly crept back and she merely rolled her head to the side and passed out.
The words echoed through her head. What was he going to do? She was petrified, but at the same time…oddly excited? No, she couldn’t be. She pushed the idea to the back of her head, but she could feel her body betraying her.
“Well well Miss Bell, what do we have in store for you next?” She could hear his footsteps behind her but due to her compromising position she couldn’t see him. It was like being blind. Being blind in a tiger’s cage, unable to move. Suddenly, she felt one of his warm fingers drag through her bruised behind. Marcus made sure to press down hard enough that she felt the pangs of pain intensify as he slid across it. The finger kept trailing downward, until it reached her folds, now dripping.
“Katie, I would have never guessed. But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You did always seem to like to play rough, if I remember correctly.” She cursed to herself, and to her body.
“Do you remember when you were a second year? Of course you do. You and your little Grif cronies boasted about your impenetrable defense after our first match-up. Well” His finger slowly slid into her. He lowered his head close to hers,
“You don’t seem so impenetrable now.” The bastard knew the right spots to hit, of course he did. Katie could only image the hoards of dark witches that had thrown themselves to him once he triumphed in the war. And it had served him well. He stroked the delicate place on her wall as painfully slowly as she could imagine. With all the will she had left in her she resisted, she bit her lip, her tongue, to stop herself from giving him the satisfaction of a moan. She squeezed her fists to stop her body from rocking against him. Without warning, his finger flicked slightly inside of her and all hell broke loose.
“GODS!” She gasped out loud, hips slightly arching against him. Marcus let out a satisfied grunt and slowly removed his finger. Without much comprehension, Katie was infuriated. Her lower half was on fire, from her bruises, to her unfulfilled loins.
“Now Katie, tell me what it is that you want” Her body was aching, but her mind was just barely clear enough to protest.
“I want….”
“Yess Katie?” He paced around to look her in the eyes.
“I want you to drop DEAD” Swiftly, he moved behind her and she felt a sharp tug of her hair being pulled back. Without warning, she felt as though she were being ripped in two. She screamed in pain
“Yes Bell, the old school rumors were true.” It felt like large papercuts in the most sensitive of areas. There was simply too much of him, and he was trying to bury himself inside as best he could. Grunting, like the troll he was, he began to move in and out of her helpless frame. The force with each thrust sent her slamming against the desk, enough to move it about an inch. Removing his hand from her hair, he laid it flat on her back with steady force to prevent her body from lurching up. His breathing and grunting were heavy, and he began to speed up.
The pain oddly began to fade out, and she was left building up. As much as his well-endowed cock was causing her pain, it was hitting
that spot every time. She became lost in it, there were no thoughts left in her brain except for the immense desire to climax. As if trapped in another plane of existence she felt moans escape her lips, moans and words.
“yessss, Marcus, don’t stop” she heard his evil laughter from behind. He gently slowed down.
“No! Please don’t stop!” She rasped. He turned her head back to face him
“Tell me what you want”
“Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”
“Do you promise to be a good little girl if I untie you?”
“Yes” she rasped. With a glowing smile, Marcus bent down and removed the bonds with a quick little spell.
Katie became a woman possessed. While somewhere in the back of her brain she could hear a small voice protesting, she no longer paid any attention to it. Turning around she pushed Marcus backward until he ran into his bed and fell back on it. His face was confused.
“I don’t think so Be..”
“Marcus, for once in your life, shut the fuck up.” With relative ease, she positioned herself on top of him and began to ride. Her hips gently swiveled with each bounce and she felt Marcus’ hand grab hold of her hips, pushing her down onto him. She belt down and snaked her tongue over his earlobe, tracing down to his collarbone and nibbling against it.
“Good Gods Bell” He choked out between heavy breaths. Her pace quickened as she felt herself slowly build up, she was about to tower over the edge when Marcus reached up and pinched her left nipple with all his might.
“MARRRCCUUUSSSS”
“KAAATTTIIIIEEEEE” Her body slid off of him and she rolled over to the side, breathing heavily. He remained in place, just as exhausted and stunned as she was. Katie was too tired to move, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. The tinges of pain from her wounds slowly crept back and she merely rolled her head to the side and passed out.