For Honor & Nookie

“So Marcus, are you prepared?”

Sweat was breaking out on Marcus’ brow. “No! Are you mad?!”

Katie hadn’t yet broken a sweat. “Coward.”

“Slytherin, you stupid bint; in other words, I don’t have a death wish like you bloody Gryffindors!”

“It won’t kill you, you great prat, it’ll just feel a bit odd and uncomfortable.”

“How the hell would you know?” Marcus demanded, pushing himself up to his knees.

Katie pulled back on Marcus’ shoulder so she could look him in the eye.” You don’t honestly think that I played on the Quidditch team with Angelina, Alicia, Fred and George and Oliver without a nice just-friends orgy or-” she paused to count- “six, do you?”

Marcus’ jaw had dropped to the floor. “Y- buh- but…”

Katie chortled. "You know, you’re a lousy Slytherin if you can’t even tell when a Gryffindor is lying.” She shoved him again, putting him back in position – face down, knees under him and that gorgeous Chaser arse up in the air. Katie admired it for a second, and then smacked it hard with her hand.

Marcus’ whole body jerked. “Damn it, take off the fucking Quidditch glove!”

“No, I don’t think so,” Katie said calmly. She drew her wand and trailed it down Marcus’ back, making him shiver slightly; then she touched the tip of her wand lightly against Marcus’ anus; “Dermilubr-”

“FUCK!” Marcus was off the bed and across the room in half a second. He stared incredulously at Katie, who sat pouting slightly and clearly sizing him up; Marcus’ hands instinctively covered his crotch. “You’re actually serious!”

Katie rolled her eyes. “Of course I am, you stupid prat.”

“If you think for one second I’m really going to-”

Marcus stopped. He twitched. Then slowly, as if he were fighting it all the way, he took a step toward the bed. He took another. “Damn,” he whispered.

“You really should know better than to accept a bet from me by now,” Katie said happily. “I’d have thought you learned that after that challenge my Fifth year.”

“But this was a bloody drinking contest!” Marcus protested, all the while moving closer to the bed. “A drinking contest can’t be a binding magical contract!”

“Why not?”

“Because I was drunk!” Marcus screamed, and stopped right beside the bed, his muscles straining to fight the magic controlling him.

Katie sighed. “Fine,” she snapped, and waved her wand in an intricate pattern. “Relacher Compulsus,” she chanted.

Marcus started as he felt the magic release him. “What was that?”

“I released you from the magical contract,” Katie said shortly; she was refusing to look at him.

“Oh.” Marcus glanced all around, as if searching for the quickest getaway. “Right.” He looked at Katie and she turned to meet his gaze, but for some reason he couldn’t meet her eyes. “Yeah, so where are my clothes?”

“Coward,” Katie whispered.

Marcus’ head snapped up. “Wait a damned second-”

“Coward,” Katie repeated, louder. “Coward!”

“I am not a coward!”

“No? What do you call screaming how you were drunk to weasel out of a bet?” Katie shot back fiercely. “You bloody hypocrite! You prattle on about pureblood honor but you won’t own up to your mistakes!”

“Slytherins are cunning,” Marcus said slowly and deliberately, as though talking to a particularly thick person. “We only own up when there’s no other choice! We’re not stupid!”

“No, just honorless cowards!”

“Don’t insult my honor!”

“Spineless, gutless-”

“SHUT UP!” Marcus stormed forward; he grabbed Katie by her shoulders and yanked her up until their faces were inches apart. “You’ve no right to call me that, you bitch! I have more honor than your whole bloody family!”

“Except when it doesn’t suit you,” Katie replied quietly, with a glint of something dangerous in her eyes.

Marcus glared furiously at Katie for a second, grinding his teeth and growling unconsciously. “Fine,” he snapped. “You want to see how much honor I have? Fine!”

He released Katie, and before she had a chance to say anything Marcus was back on the bed in the same position as before. He twisted around to look over his shoulder at Katie with a fierce scowl. “Fuck me,” he ordered.

“What? Yeah, right.”

Katie moved to get off the bed, but Marcus stopped her. “I said, fuck me,” he snarled. “I’ll show you that I keep my word! But,” he added in a low tone, “if you ever tell anyone about this I’ll hex your arse onto your face!”

“Oh, that’s a lovely image; I’m all turned on now,” Katie drawled sarcastically. “If no one else ever knows about this, to whom are you supposed to be proving how admirable and honorable you are?”

You, of course.”

“How romantic,” Katie sniffed. Then she sighed dramatically. “All right then…I suppose you’ve convinced me. How brave of you, how very noble and honorable…”

“Shut up and get with the fucking.”

“Careful, Marcus, or you might convince a girl you really want to be buggered,” Katie chortled. She pushed Marcus once again into the same position; she moved forward, the Shiny Silver Self-Lubricating Strap-On Simulator poking between Marcus’ thighs.

“Wait!” Marcus’ hand shot out and stopped Katie; he looked around at her nervously. “Er…does this hurt?”

Katie’s grin was truly frightening. “You’re asking me to draw from my vast wealth of personal experience?”

“Aha! So you don’t have any experience,” Marcus said triumphantly.

“Oh, I didn’t say that,” Katie answered, giving Marcus’ right arse-cheek a squeeze. “You want the truth this time? Or are you afraid I’ll show you up?”

“I could care less what you and your sad little band of Gryffindors got up to,” Marcus snarled.

“Oh, poor Marcus…your cock betrays you,” Katie said wickedly, reaching around to grasp Marcus’ extremely hard erection, making him grunt. “The truth is…Angelina has the most lovely long fingers, and Fred has the most lovely long cock; maybe even as impressive as yours.”

“Not a bloody chance,” Marcus growled.

Katie smiled. “Not that it matters, really, since yours is the one I’m currently playing with. Well, to make a long story short…there’s never been anything quite as amazing as four of Angelina’s fingers up to the knuckle in my quim while Fred’s cock was buried in my arse.”

Marcus stared at Katie. She was attractive. She was intelligent and clever. She had a nasty sense of humor. And she was such a good actor that he had no idea whether to believe her or not. But true or not, the idea of Johnson, the tall lead Chaser from the Gryffindor team, sliding her fingers into Katie’s hot cunt while a cock – and it didn’t matter whose – moved in counterpoint inside her arse…just thinking about it made Marcus’ cock harder than it’d ever even in his life. “Merlin’s balls,” he muttered hoarsely, thrusting involuntarily into Katie’s hand.

“Oh, my,” Katie exclaimed delightedly, squeezing Marcus hard. “You like the idea? Want to fuck my tight little arse yourself?”

“Bloody hell, yes!” Marcus shouted, making as if to stand.

But Katie stopped him. “Kneel,” she ordered, and Marcus reluctantly got down on his elbows again. Katie reached into the box on the bedside table and pulled out a little object. She tapped it with her wand and muttered “Duplicarus Sensarus Simulus.”

“What’s that?” Marcus asked nervously.

‘You mean a Slytherin sex god like you doesn’t recognize it?” Katie teased.

“Excuse me if I'm not up on all the latest perverted sex toys,” Marcus snapped back.

“We can skip the best part, if you really want…”

“Whatever,” Marcus said resignedly. “Just, uh…you know, go easy, right?”

"Why my darling Marcus, are you asking me to be gentle with you?"

“Are you trying to make this worse?” Marcus yelled.

“Quite the contrary,” Katie replied calmly, leaning over until her small, pointed breasts touched Marcus’ back. “I’m going to make it as good as anything you’ll ever get,” she whispered in his ear.

She reached around and slipped the object over the head of Marcus’ cock…and it faded to nothing, as if it wasn’t there. “What the-?” Marcus exclaimed.

“Dermilubricus,” Katie said, and Marcus gasped as the Lubrication Charm slid over his anus and inside; it was a very weird sensation. “Here we go,” Katie said gleefully, and pressed the tip of the Simulator against Marcus’ opening.

Marcus braced himself, waiting for the unpleasantness to be over; when the dildo slipped into him he grunted at the uncomfortable feeling of being filled, gritting his teeth. Katie she closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the feeling of the Simulator’s other end sliding smoothly over her clit, into her quim. In amused acquiescence to Marcus’ request, she went slowly at first, giving Marcus time to get used to such a foreign intrusion; when Marcus’ sphincter relaxed a bit, she began thrusting lightly, building in depth and speed.

Marcus, for his part, was bemused and a bit nauseated at himself for enjoying the feel of the Simulator against his inner walls. His cock was twitching in rhythm with Katie’s thrusts, and he was sure that is she just grabbed it he’d come almost instantly.

As much as Katie was loving having Marcus this way, she wasn’t about to let him have anything but everything she’d planned; and besides, she herself was still feeling a bit… empty. She pulled back, until the Simulator was almost completely out of Marcus. She raised her wand, touched it to the Simulator’s slick surface and throatily said “Simulus Finalus Rectus.” She tossed her wand down, grabbed Marcus by the hips and thrust into him as hard as she could.

Marcus almost bellowed in shock as his own cock slid inside a very real-feeling opening. It was so surprising – and felt so good – he almost forgot completely about being penetrated himself. “What the hell is that?” he demanded.

Katie didn’t answer immediately; she’d almost hit sensory overload and had to take several long, quick breaths to concentrate. “F-final stage of the S-Simulator’s tricks,” she moaned out; “L-localized Duplication Charm!”

She slid out of Marcus, and he felt his own cock sliding out. She thrust back in, and he was back inside. Katie moaned again, louder this time, and something clicked. “You mean that that’s your-?”

“You s-said you wanted to f-fuck my arse,” Katie groaned out as she pulled back and thrust in again. “OH! Sweet bloody Merlin on a pogo stick, that’s incredible!”

Marcus was going to ask what a pogo stick was, but when Katie thrust in again the Simulator hit something that made his eyes cross and his toes curl. He gave up trying to keep quiet and let out a howl that tore away the breath from his lungs. “Do that again!” he cried, meaning to demand but ending up pleading.

“Found your prostate, did I?” Katie asked with a self-satisfied grin, reaching up to push her sweat-drenched hair out of her eyes. She thrust again, and both of them groaned together. The Simulator did a perfect job of mimicking Marcus’ sizable cock, and Katie’s arse as being stretched to its limits. Plus, the end of the Simulator inside her was rubbing against the phantom cock through the thin wall of flesh; she’d never felt so full in all her life. “C-can’t- take- much- more-!” she gasped out.

Marcus would’ve matched the sentiment if he’d still been able to form coherent words. Instead he just pushed his hips back, silently begging for more. Katie answered by digging her nails into his hips and thrusting as hard as she could, again and again; Marcus screamed as the Simulator beat out of his prostate the strongest orgasm he’d ever had; his cock shook and spasmed, soaking the bed with come, and inside Katie the pulsing in her arse pushed her over the edge, making her howl her throat raw.

*****


“Marcus.”

“Gwwwyy.”

“Marcus.”

Fkkff.”

“Don’t fall asleep, you great prat, or I’ll tattoo ‘Marcus got buggered’ on your forehead.”

They’d fallen onto their sides, and hadn’t managed to move any further. Marcus tried to turn over, and winced when he couldn’t. “Bloody hell, is that thing still in me?!”

“Can’t you tell?” Katie asked sweetly.

“Pull it out, you bint!”

Katie scowled. She grabbed Marcus’ hip with her nails again and forced herself to thrust tiredly. She was rewarded when Marcus winced; the Simulator was no longer lubricating itself. “You just had the best orgasm of your life, and you did it with a fake cock up your arse,” she reminded him. “And unless you make me very, very happy, I’ll have to send a few of the photos my enchanted camera box over there took of you to, oh I don’t know, maybe your parents and the Daily Prophet?”

Marcus’ head snapped around to where Katie was pointing and saw to his mounting horror that there was, indeed, a camera box carefully floating near the ceiling and pointed directly at the bed. “I- but- you’re blackmailing me?” he yelped.

“Of course,” Katie said lazily. She shifted enough to slide the Simulator out of Marcus, and chortled when he whined. “Did you really think I suggested that drinking contest just to prove I could hold my liquor?”

Marcus flipped over and glared at Katie, but inside his thoughts were churning. He could try to take her down now, but his wand was past her and hers was in her hand; besides, she was surprisingly strong and could probably do a lot of damage. He could try to destroy the camera box, but again, Katie was holding her wand, so no chance there. I can’t believe this, he chastised himself. I’ve been out-Slytherined by a Gryffindor! That’s almost as bad as the camera! Mind, she is damned sneaky; too bad she wasn’t a Slytherin…what am I thinking?! This bitch has me by the balls!

Finally he gritted his teeth. “Fine,” he ground out. “What do you want?”

Katie smile beatifically. “Same time next week?”

FIN