Between A Rock and a Soft Place
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,773
Reviews:
2
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.
Between A Rock and a Soft Place
Disclaimer – I have no affiliation with JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic, or Warner Bros. No copyright infringement is intended.
This piece was inspired by a character I saw on an HP RPG [ http://www.unified-hogwarts.com ]. The aforementioned website does not endorse this work (in progress). Reviews are more than welcome.
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It was so wrong; yet it felt so right. This shouldn’t be happening; yet it was, and she was enjoying every waking moment of its passing. Every appendage in her body tingled with ecstasy, all before she even reached her climax.
She felt the delicate touch of a thumb flipping her flaxen wavy locks from her eyes, her unimpeded glance at her partner fully engaged. A retracted sigh passed her lush lips, as she sifted her fingers through the messy black hair of one Harry Potter.
It was so wrong, lying with her back against the cold stone wall, her nude body completely exposed the whispering winds of the high tower, her naked form completely vulnerable towards any passing glance that wandered down the lonely corridor. She was completely exposed, her body trembling in delight as the artful tongue of her lover flicking in and out of her cunt. Her body shivered, her spine tingled, her handles grasped at his hair automatically as she tilted her head back in growing excitement. Oh! It was a talented tongue, a snake’s tongue. One that reminded her of another’s…
She let out a gasp, a sharp intake of breath, and leaned back, exposing her neck towards his wayward touch. Harry’s fingers found her collarbone, gently skimming over her delicate skin. Her body trembled beneath her touch, every skim of his talented fingers made her twist in the agonizing wait for her climax; that promising orgasm that he never failed to deliver in a spectacular symphony of moans and shivers.
Her body called to her, screaming with each passing second. She bucked her hips, meeting his darting tongue as she began to reach her climax. Her fingers trembled as the threaded their way through his hair. She couldn’t help herself as an exuberant moan escaped her lips. It was automation, nothing she could have done would have stopped its exit from those rosy chops. Here she was, wrapped in an action that would have been frowned upon by any wandering eyes, and yet she didn’t care, her body completely responding in a barrage of flooding hormones. It was so wrong; so naughty – aww fuck it, she didn’t care. All that mattered was that she was living out her fantasy, having the boy that plagued her dreams pleasuring her while she was completely exposed up on the isolated tower. Her absent glance gazed outwardly into the basking glow of the ethereal sunlight as another pleasured gasp escaped her lips.
She was alone… alone with him. And that was all that mattered.
Her body was propped against the wall, her arms leaning into him, rummaging through the entanglement of his locks, pressing his head towards her waiting sheath. She had been pleasured before, but never like this; never with the capable tongue of the object of her affection. She had caught the eye of another lover, a Slytherin, one that she was expected to be with. Not like this; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to be entangled within the strong arms of a Gryffindor, much less the archrival of half the students within the Silver and Green.
She moaned in ecstasy, her climax approaching, her body twitching with inner excitement. She bucked her hips one last time to meet him, leaving the cold, stony ground behind. With a gasp, she climaxed, her orgasm sweeping waves of pleasure throughout her body, tingling and exciting her senses. Her vision faded as her features were drowned in pleasure: her lips curled into a sensual smile, her eyes rolled and closed in pleasurable rapture, her breath escaped in quick spurts. She felt her lover’s tongue flick faster just as she came in his mouth.
Opening her eyes, she saw him lap at her pussy with surprising eagerness, her gasping body leaned back against the cold wall, tired yet thrilled from the experience.
Harry Potter got up, pushing herself off the ground and untangling her desirous fingers from his hair. “So Daphne, I’ll see you Friday night?”
Daphne Greengrass looked down, her body still tingling from orgasm. That was the night she agreed to meet him, the night that she promised she’d see him. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
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Not the best, but thanks for reading. I suck at introductions. It’ll get better, I promise :).
This piece was inspired by a character I saw on an HP RPG [ http://www.unified-hogwarts.com ]. The aforementioned website does not endorse this work (in progress). Reviews are more than welcome.
It was so wrong; yet it felt so right. This shouldn’t be happening; yet it was, and she was enjoying every waking moment of its passing. Every appendage in her body tingled with ecstasy, all before she even reached her climax.
She felt the delicate touch of a thumb flipping her flaxen wavy locks from her eyes, her unimpeded glance at her partner fully engaged. A retracted sigh passed her lush lips, as she sifted her fingers through the messy black hair of one Harry Potter.
It was so wrong, lying with her back against the cold stone wall, her nude body completely exposed the whispering winds of the high tower, her naked form completely vulnerable towards any passing glance that wandered down the lonely corridor. She was completely exposed, her body trembling in delight as the artful tongue of her lover flicking in and out of her cunt. Her body shivered, her spine tingled, her handles grasped at his hair automatically as she tilted her head back in growing excitement. Oh! It was a talented tongue, a snake’s tongue. One that reminded her of another’s…
She let out a gasp, a sharp intake of breath, and leaned back, exposing her neck towards his wayward touch. Harry’s fingers found her collarbone, gently skimming over her delicate skin. Her body trembled beneath her touch, every skim of his talented fingers made her twist in the agonizing wait for her climax; that promising orgasm that he never failed to deliver in a spectacular symphony of moans and shivers.
Her body called to her, screaming with each passing second. She bucked her hips, meeting his darting tongue as she began to reach her climax. Her fingers trembled as the threaded their way through his hair. She couldn’t help herself as an exuberant moan escaped her lips. It was automation, nothing she could have done would have stopped its exit from those rosy chops. Here she was, wrapped in an action that would have been frowned upon by any wandering eyes, and yet she didn’t care, her body completely responding in a barrage of flooding hormones. It was so wrong; so naughty – aww fuck it, she didn’t care. All that mattered was that she was living out her fantasy, having the boy that plagued her dreams pleasuring her while she was completely exposed up on the isolated tower. Her absent glance gazed outwardly into the basking glow of the ethereal sunlight as another pleasured gasp escaped her lips.
She was alone… alone with him. And that was all that mattered.
Her body was propped against the wall, her arms leaning into him, rummaging through the entanglement of his locks, pressing his head towards her waiting sheath. She had been pleasured before, but never like this; never with the capable tongue of the object of her affection. She had caught the eye of another lover, a Slytherin, one that she was expected to be with. Not like this; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to be entangled within the strong arms of a Gryffindor, much less the archrival of half the students within the Silver and Green.
She moaned in ecstasy, her climax approaching, her body twitching with inner excitement. She bucked her hips one last time to meet him, leaving the cold, stony ground behind. With a gasp, she climaxed, her orgasm sweeping waves of pleasure throughout her body, tingling and exciting her senses. Her vision faded as her features were drowned in pleasure: her lips curled into a sensual smile, her eyes rolled and closed in pleasurable rapture, her breath escaped in quick spurts. She felt her lover’s tongue flick faster just as she came in his mouth.
Opening her eyes, she saw him lap at her pussy with surprising eagerness, her gasping body leaned back against the cold wall, tired yet thrilled from the experience.
Harry Potter got up, pushing herself off the ground and untangling her desirous fingers from his hair. “So Daphne, I’ll see you Friday night?”
Daphne Greengrass looked down, her body still tingling from orgasm. That was the night she agreed to meet him, the night that she promised she’d see him. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
Not the best, but thanks for reading. I suck at introductions. It’ll get better, I promise :).