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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
22,229
Reviews:
3
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.
NEEDS
A/N This is just a one-shot piece of pure smut for the tinderblast Smutlet Challenge, Please do not read if you are sensitive to
anal action.....
7.12.04 SORRY!!!! When I printed this today, I realized that the last line of the story got cut off when I posted it! I\'m
really new at this, will try to get it right this time... :-)
Disclamers: The characters of Harry Potter belong exclusively to J.K.Rowling. This is purely non-profit entertainment.
Oh Merlin, he wanted it so bad. His whole body ached and shivered with unreleased tension. How long had they been at it? Half-an-hour? More? Probably.
He pushed up and back on his knees, trying desperately to rub his aching hole against the welcome hardness of the dildo that was teasing that erogenic spot just behind his scrotum.
Suddenly, the dildo was removed, and a stinging slap landed on his right cheek. Harry cried out in pain and surprise—spanking had never been on the agenda.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to move”, rasped a harsh voice from behind him.
“Either you wait for me to give it to you or you don’t get it at all”.
Harry groaned and unconsciously spread his thighs a little wider.
“I’m sorry…please….more…”, he grit out.
Another, harder slap landed on his left arse cheek.
“Was that what you wanted more of ?” Came the taunting reply. “Or was it this…..”
Harry felt the now lubricated tip of the dildo slide down his crevice, pausing to taunt his pucker, then moving further down to press just behind his balls.
“Oh…,” his breath caught and he moaned like a man lost. “Yes, damn you, yes….”
He didn’t know how much longer he could stay still. His cock was pulsating in its own rhythm, and his whole body was flushed with an angry heat. But he wouldn’t come. He never did—not until it was in him, thrusting, hurting, pleasuring him.
“Do it!” He choked out. “Just fuck me. Fuck me like the bitch you know I am!”
The response was immediate and brutal. He screamed out as he was taken in one hard stroke.
Then hands were gripping his hips, nails eating into his flesh. Sharp hip bones began to bang against his arse as he was pulled backward with each punishing stroke.
It was murderous, it was bliss. It was more than he could stand. He felt his balls tighten and his world began to spin. He came writhing and helpless in an unforgiving gip of iron hands.
As he collapsed on the bed, he wondered fleetingly if this is the way it was supposed to be. If there wasn’t maybe something wrong with him for allowing…no…for needing this.
He felt the hardness as it was un-ceremoniously removed from his now aching, and he was sure bleeding, passage.
“You had better get cleaned up and go Harry. Even for a Saturday we’ve been gone too long. People will notice.”
Harry winced as he rolled over on his side, listening to the usual cleaning spells being performed.
In all of it, this awkward moment afterward, was the worst. He never really knew what to say. So he said nothing as he continued to watch Hermione.
In a matter-of-fact manner, she smoothed down her skirt and placed the strap-on in her book-bag, then headed for the door.
“Really, Harry, do get a move on,” there was a definate look of distaste on her face as she looked back at him from the door. “I ‘ve got a ton of studying to do and it certainly wouldn’t hurt for you to get started on your homework either.”
Harry stared momentarily into the silence of the now empty room, then he carefully began to dress.
anal action.....
7.12.04 SORRY!!!! When I printed this today, I realized that the last line of the story got cut off when I posted it! I\'m
really new at this, will try to get it right this time... :-)
Disclamers: The characters of Harry Potter belong exclusively to J.K.Rowling. This is purely non-profit entertainment.
Oh Merlin, he wanted it so bad. His whole body ached and shivered with unreleased tension. How long had they been at it? Half-an-hour? More? Probably.
He pushed up and back on his knees, trying desperately to rub his aching hole against the welcome hardness of the dildo that was teasing that erogenic spot just behind his scrotum.
Suddenly, the dildo was removed, and a stinging slap landed on his right cheek. Harry cried out in pain and surprise—spanking had never been on the agenda.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to move”, rasped a harsh voice from behind him.
“Either you wait for me to give it to you or you don’t get it at all”.
Harry groaned and unconsciously spread his thighs a little wider.
“I’m sorry…please….more…”, he grit out.
Another, harder slap landed on his left arse cheek.
“Was that what you wanted more of ?” Came the taunting reply. “Or was it this…..”
Harry felt the now lubricated tip of the dildo slide down his crevice, pausing to taunt his pucker, then moving further down to press just behind his balls.
“Oh…,” his breath caught and he moaned like a man lost. “Yes, damn you, yes….”
He didn’t know how much longer he could stay still. His cock was pulsating in its own rhythm, and his whole body was flushed with an angry heat. But he wouldn’t come. He never did—not until it was in him, thrusting, hurting, pleasuring him.
“Do it!” He choked out. “Just fuck me. Fuck me like the bitch you know I am!”
The response was immediate and brutal. He screamed out as he was taken in one hard stroke.
Then hands were gripping his hips, nails eating into his flesh. Sharp hip bones began to bang against his arse as he was pulled backward with each punishing stroke.
It was murderous, it was bliss. It was more than he could stand. He felt his balls tighten and his world began to spin. He came writhing and helpless in an unforgiving gip of iron hands.
As he collapsed on the bed, he wondered fleetingly if this is the way it was supposed to be. If there wasn’t maybe something wrong with him for allowing…no…for needing this.
He felt the hardness as it was un-ceremoniously removed from his now aching, and he was sure bleeding, passage.
“You had better get cleaned up and go Harry. Even for a Saturday we’ve been gone too long. People will notice.”
Harry winced as he rolled over on his side, listening to the usual cleaning spells being performed.
In all of it, this awkward moment afterward, was the worst. He never really knew what to say. So he said nothing as he continued to watch Hermione.
In a matter-of-fact manner, she smoothed down her skirt and placed the strap-on in her book-bag, then headed for the door.
“Really, Harry, do get a move on,” there was a definate look of distaste on her face as she looked back at him from the door. “I ‘ve got a ton of studying to do and it certainly wouldn’t hurt for you to get started on your homework either.”
Harry stared momentarily into the silence of the now empty room, then he carefully began to dress.