Fun At the Lake

A/N I read a fic recently that just mentioned this happening (or that it should) in passing, and haven't been able to get the image out of my head. I think the fic was "The Wizarding World's Whore" by Nocturn, but I couldn't find the reference when I skimmed it just now. But still, enjoy.

Fun at the Lake

Harry's eyes widened as he realised what Snape wanted him to do. The professor had locked Harry in his rooms for the entire weekend, with a magically dildo that just kept growing as it fucked him. Combining this with the many hours Snape himself had spent fucking him, a good fisting or two, and Harry's arse was now feeling as though you could fit a small tree up there.

Now they were out on the shores of the lake. It had taken all of Snape's considerable powers of persuasion to get Harry out there, and even more than that to get Harry to strip once he was there. “Relax Harry, there is NOONE here. Everyone's gone home for the summer including all the staff...” Harry had sighed and given in. Now as he watched Snape apparently calling the Giant Squid over and having a chat to it, it dawned on Harry what was about to happen. He closed his eyes in half fear and half anticipation, before opening them wide again as a slippery tentacle touched his leg.

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Snape paused for a moment to make sure Harry had cottoned on to what was happening, and that he was okay with it. While they never really talked about the things they did in bed (or out of bed as the case may be) they were both comfortable with the way things were set up: Snape would initiate something, which Harry was unsure about, and then Harry would love it and find it amazingly arousing and it'd either become something they did regularly or something they did on special occasions, depending on the practicalities. This was branching out to something new again, but there never yet had been something that Harry hadn't loved to bits.

***

Harry checked with Sev, saw him watching carefully, and allowed himself to be drawn, as the Squid clearly wanted him to be, into the water. The water was cold, but it was a hot day, so he entered eagerly. As soon as he was under up to his waist dozens of tentacles surrounded him. Pulling at his feet, his penis, his chest and arms, until he was almost completely surrounded and totally out of control. The tentacles dragged him along fast, spreading his legs wide and pinning his arms by his side. For one horrifying moment Harry's head dipped beneath the surface and he thought he might never come out again, but then he was lifted, supported only by the Giant Squids arms, so his head and shoulders were free.

Lazily the squid began to swipe a tentacle over his opening and then stubbornly push it in. Harry squirmed in his fleshy cage. It felt really strange. It was cool and slippery where human flesh was warm and moist, and it was sooo long. Harry closed his eyes and moaned and it brushed his prostate. Soon more tentacles were brushing his entrance, his legs spread even wider. He felt himself lifting and realised he was completely out of the water, lying back almost horizontally.

Slowly more and more tentacles worked themselves inside, until Harry was spread more than ever before, more than any time in the intensive stretching of the last few days. Harry whimpered and moaned as the other tentacles were removed as they all shoved inside him, soon there was only one thick one along his upper back and head and one wound round his feet supporting him. Another stretched round, tightly holding the base of Harry's cock, and, Harry moaned as the very tip began working itself into the head of his penis. Groaning and moaning at the reminder of his arousal Harry floated on air on the Giant Squid's tentacles. More and more filled him, squirming up inside his arse, filling him, pulsing within him.

Just when Harry thought he couldn't take any more, that it wasn't possible to feel more than this the squid dropped him. Head and legs in freefall his entire weight rested on his arse. The squid raised and lowered its tentacles. Holding him up and fucking him from that one central point of being. He was screaming. Fuck so full and so tight and so wet and slippery and full. Eyes closed, Harry pulses at the squid's rhythm, pounding up and down on the seemingly thousands of tentacles inside his whole. Finally the one thin tentacles not up his arse realises its hold on his prick and slide out of his piss slit to circle his length in a tight but gentle grip. It is all too much for Harry and with a resounding scream he comes forcefully, collapsing against the squid's slimy body.

Harry is only vaguely aware as he is pushed towards the shore. But on arrival he has a horny professor to deal with. A voice in his ear chants how hot it was to see Harry suspended by nothing but his arse and a long thick cock slides easily into his abused hole. Harry moans and groans, hardening again at Snape's definition of himself, until the both end up in a boneless pile on the shore of the lack, with the squid watching on hungrily.

A/N Enjoy? Not enjoy? Want to see some of the other things they get up to? Let me know. ESPECIALLY if you have ideas.