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Nice Wizards Finish Last Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2025-01-02 04:52:51 +0000 UTCSeverus Snape was deep into an explanation about the fascinating intricacies of working with Wormwood in potions, and the way he was better at it than any other student in the school, when his walk with Lily Evan's was interrupted in the rudest way ever.
SMACK!
The deep, fleshy clap made him jump, and when he turned her found Lily rubbing her ass through her Hogwarts robes as a grinning James Potter strode by.
“I’ll see you tonight, Lily!” the asshole proclaimed loudly. “Head Boy and Girl duties and all that!”
“Come back here, Potter!” Severus shouted after him, reaching for his wand. But the very tall, very muscular Gryffindor just walked away, laughing to his friends.
How Severus hated him. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to kill each and every one of those stupid Marauders. Sadly, although he totally could have if he wanted to, Lily had been growing fonder of them over the years, and he’d hate to make her upset. Otherwise, he would’ve beaten them one versus four years ago.
“Gosh!” Lily complained, still rubbing her behind. “That hurt.”
“You know, I would never do that to you,” Severus told her.
“Oh, I know, Severus,” Lily told him.
She really must have still been in pain, though, because there was an odd look in her eye as she looked at him, almost like pity.
“So,” Severus said, abandoning his bragging about potions now that the moment seemed to have been ruined. “I was thinking. What do you say we both go to Hogsmeade this month? I’ve got a few galleons saved up, and I’d love to buy you a meal and perhaps some robes, even a few rare sweets...”
“I’ll consider it,” Lily told him. “I love having such a nice friend like you, Severus.”
Severus smiled. That’s right, he was nice. At every opportunity he treated the Mudblood like she was a real witch. She certainly had the body of one, and her face wasn’t bad either. It was only a matter of time before she put two and two together and realized that a man as nice as him was right here, at which point she would finally spread her legs the way she ought to have years ago.
“I should go,” Lily said suddenly. “I’ve got Head Girl duties later. I should really be getting ready.”
Severus frowned. “With that brute Potter?”
“Well, yes,” said Lily. “He is Head Boy. It would be hard to do it without him.”
“Are you sure that’s safe? Maybe I should go with you?”
Despite his stooping to play a gallant hero, Lily just laughed.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Severus. Potter’s a prat, but he would never try anything I didn't want. And besides, I’m a witch myself. I can protect myself.”
Severus watched her walk ahead, turning the corner without him. It was late in the day, when most students were expected to be returning to their common rooms. Only the prefects and the Head Boy and Girl would be out. Lily would be left completely alone with Potter.
She said she could protect herself, sure, but come on! She didn’t have a single drop of wizarding blood in her veins, what chance would she have against a pureblood like Potter if he crossed over from playground antics to a real, more serious crime?
Resolving himself, Severus glided after her, tracing Lily’s steps through the halls from just far enough back not to be noticed.
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He followed Lily for far longer than he expected. She stopped off at the Prefects bathroom on the way, and when she emerged she was freshened up, with her face washed and a new set of makeup applied.
She really was damn hot. Like he did at least ten times a day, Severus cursed her stupid Muggleborn brain for refusing to notice him and give him a shot.
They walked for a while longer after that, climbing stairs until they reached a very out of the way part of the castle with nobody around. Severus congratulated himself again on his choice to come. This could be the perfect chance to save her from Potter!
After all that walking, Lily finally ducked into an abandoned classroom, shutting the door most of the way behind her. Severus crept up to the door, peeking through the crack along the frame to get a look inside.
James Potter was already there. He was stood up, leaning back against a teacher’s desk while bracing his hands on the edge. Poor Lily started trembling just at the sight of him.
“Well, look who it is,” James said, as if Lily wasn’t the exact person he was waiting for, but rather a random student wandering in.
“Hey, James,” Lily said shyly.
She rubbed her arm, looking at the floor. James Potter pushed himself up from the desk, standing at his impressive full height. He spread his arms invitingly.
“Get over here and give Daddy a kiss,” he told her.
Snape gaped, too stunned to rush in like he should have. And by the time his surprise wore off, Lily had hurried across the classroom, going up on her toes to capture his lips, kissing him with all she had.
Severus felt something jolt in his loins. Why…? Potter had to be threatening her. That was the only reason. Even Severus had never gotten a kiss like that, there was no way Lily was doing it willingly.
Didn’t she remember how he treated her in the hallway earlier that day?
Finally, Lily pulled back, looking expectantly at James.
“Not bad,” said James, “but that’s not where Daddy likes his kisses. You know that.”
Whimpering but with a smile on her face, Lily dropped to her knees.
Snape couldn't believe his eyes. But as he watched, Lily pulled apart his bully’s robes and drew out something Snape vaguely recognized as a penis.
It was the same shape as the one he possessed, only about five times the length, and ten times as thick. Lily pulled a truly lewd expression, planting an utterly sloppy kiss onto James Potter’s manhood.
“Good girl,” said Potter. “Now suck.”
Lily unhinged her jaw, her cheeks hollowing and her eyes shutting with concentration, all to jam the monolith of meat inside her damp mouth.
She pushed halfway down James Potter’s shaft, engulfing what amounted to three times what Snape could’ve offered her in total. Her slobber left bright glistening lines where she pulled her head back. The new coat of makeup she had painstakingly applied in the bathroom was already ruined. The lipstick had rubbed off on James, while the eyeliner was running, tears washing it down her cheeks as she willingly gagged herself for a taste of this man.
Snape reached down, ready to grab his wand, but it was something much smaller he found his hand wrapping around. Quite against his will, and without realizing it, he had grabbed his erect cock.
It didn’t even fill his own palm.
Wet noises reached him as Lily repeatedly plunged down James’s pole. She was doing an impressive job, but still hadn’t passed halfway. So James decided to help her.
He grabbed her fiery red hair that always stood out in a crowd. And with his big, brutish hands, he forced Lily all the way to his hilt.
The sound that she made had Snape cumming in his pants right away. It was wet, desperate, and deafeningly loud. No wonder the two had to come so far away from everyone else to avoid discovery. No sooner had Lily made such a noise than Potter was pushing her head back up, only to force it down again.
He used Lily in this way, like an object for his own pleasure, for minutes on end. Snape’s hand trembled, still stuck inside of his pants. He was still hard. He should be running in and cursing the asshole so badly that the man would bleed out on the floor. And then, with that done, Severus would reap his rewards, claiming the girl he’d saved!
But even as he thought this a treacherous voice whispered in his mind.
Would she even be able to feel him after THAT?
So he did nothing, and observed James Potter manhandle the girl he’d lusted after for half his life.
Lily’s arms began to move rapidly, and Snape thought for a moment with excitement, that she was going to fight back and free herself. To make this whole farce stop, the way he himself seemed to be unable to. But Lily’s hands only pushed against her own body, delving beneath her robes and jamming desperately into her crotch.
“That’s it,” said James Potter. “Touch yourself. Get yourself nice and ready for when I take you.”
Lily’s fingers pumped even faster beneath her robes.
Finally, James’s fingers slid off of her skull, instead grabbing great tufts of fiery hair on either side of her head. He pulled, yanking his hands back behind his own waste, and Lily was pulled forward by her hair, his cock becoming buried deep in her gullet while her scalp burned. James Potter came. Even his load was larger than Snape’s had been. Snape could tell, because he watched Lily’s bulging throat swallow four times to send all the man’s spunk down into her stomach.
James Potter released her. She slid off of him, coughing and turning her face toward the floor, saliva dripping from her mouth and nostrils. Snape was relieved that it was finally over.
“Bend over,” said Potter.
With dawning horror, Snape watched Lily struggle up and quickly place her torso on the desk, raising her rump up. James Potter grabbed her robes by the collar. With nothing but the power in his muscular frame, he tore the robes right off of her.
“James!” Lily cried, naked in an instant.
James Potter slapped her ass like he had earlier, this time with nothing in the way, leaving a bright red mark in the shape of his hand. “No talking back!”
Snape could only focus on one thing through all of this. When her robes disappeared, Lily had nothing underneath. Not a single bit of clothes or underwear. Had she been that way the whole day, while walking right next to him? If he’d turned and torn off her robes like Potter had, would she have looked just like this? Would he have been able to take her right there in the hallway?
The same treacherous voice as early spoke to him again.
You, tearing apart robes like that? With what muscles, and what strength?
From his view by the door, Snape was at just the right angle to see Lily’s pussy. He’d dreamed of it before, so many times. Just like he imagined, it was completely shaved. What he didn’t imagine was seeing it soaked with arousal because of the boy Snape hated most.
James Potter finished shedding his robes, soon standing as naked as Lily. He rubbed himself against Lily’s entrance. Yet he held himself back from plunging into that delicious quim.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it!” said Lily.
James slapped her ass, and this time, instead of letting go, he held on, squeezing Lily’s succulent ass cheek in a vice grip.
“Not like that,” he said. “Beg.”
“Please,” Lily begged. “Please give me your huge cock. Please fuck me until I can’t walk. Please don’t go easy on me, just give it to me all the ways you want to.”
“More.”
“Remind me what a slut I am! Remind me WHOSE slut I am. The slut of… JAMES POTTER!”
Lily’s desperate voice rose to an unbridled scream as Potter finally plunged into her. His big legs propelled his hips as they crashed against Lily from behind. They hit so hard that the entire desk slid forward. Bruises were forming on Lily’s legs, just from being hit by James.
“Stop,” Severus mumbled. “You’re hurting her. Stop.”
But his hand was moving again, through his gooey undergarments, jerking himself toward yet another orgasm.
James Potter peeled open Lily’s luscious backside. He plunged a thumb into her asshole, while at the same time, his enormous cock plunged repeatedly through her quim. He leaned forward, putting his weight over Lily’s and dwarfing her smaller body.
“It’s not fair,” Snape mumbled. “I’ve treated her so well. I’ve never hit her. So why…? Why HIM…?”
Lily’s words earlier came back to him, the way he told her he’d never slap her ass, and the look she had given him.
“I know you wouldn’t,” Lily had told him.
She looked sad because this was what she wanted. The very fact that he wouldn’t degrade her was what ruined his chances.
The thought filled Snape with the kind of rage he hadn’t felt in ages. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she see that he was better than this brute in every way? He got better grades, helped her take notes, and even invented spells. There was nothing he was worse in!
Head filled with these thoughts, Snape continued jerking his tiny penis with his skinny arm, greasy and frail as he watched Potter’s athletic body make love.
Abruptly, James spun Lily around. He grabbed her ankles, promptly folding her in half and pinning them beside her head. He crawled onto the desk himself, staying on top of her. And he slammed his cock straight down, beating Lily’s insides with the force of a bludgeoning curse.
Lily wailed, hurling her head back. And when she opened her mouth, Potter was there, mashing his lips to hers.
He kissed her then, after all his dominant lovemaking, and only pulled away from her mouth after multiple seconds.
“I love you,” he told her in an impassioned voice. “Every bit of you, from your body to your personality to your brilliant mind.”
“I know!” Lily wailed.
“So I’m going to cum inside you,” he said. “I’m going to seed your womb in this place every single night, until we have a child on the way. And then I’ll do it all over again until we have the perfect family we want. Because you’re the woman I love.”
Instead of answering, Lily hurled her head back and screamed, orgasming harder than Snape knew a woman even could.
At the same time, James Potter made good on his promise. He buried himself inside her and emptied his balls. They contracted for so long, and he stayed pressed inside of Lily for so much time, that the girl’s womb was completely flooded. Trails burbled up, running down her taint as her insides overflowed. Still on top of her, James Potter leaned forward and kissed her.
His woman. His slut. His lover.
For one brief second, Severus was able to imagine himself in the man’s shoes. He pictured it being him on that desk, Lily beneath him. And much to his shame, this one burst of imagination was all it took to have him cumming in his pants for a second time.
Shrinking back from the door, Snape fled down the hall, waddling because of his soiled underclothes. He’d heard what Potter said. This wasn’t the first time those two had done this, and it was going to be far from the last. That hurt Snape, but it was something else, something that he knew with complete certainty, that actually scared him. He would be coming back, just to watch, for as long as he could get away with it.
Snape might’ve cried a bit on his way back to the dungeons, just from the thought.
