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SD: CH94 - In Denial Part 4
🕑 Added 2023-11-05 16:51:26 +0000 UTCWithout another word, Emmeline leaned forward and gently kissed the sensitive tip of Harry’s cock. It was so spongy and big! Kissing down the solid length, her lips made way down to his balls and kissed them both softly. She knew she had enough experience with it earlier in the afternoon, but that didn’t stop her from spearing her tongue out as she licked each heavy testicle and imagined the cum in them. Morgana! She wanted to taste that seed so badly! That potent cum that had filled her mouth earlier would again be hers before long.
No. No, that was not it. She was only sucking this so that he could cum. And any precum that oozed out of his organ was simply part of the process. And if he was simply unable to control himself and ended up cumming inside her mouth, well, that was hardly her fault, was it?
Kissing all the way back to the rigid member, she reached for the head and parted her lips. The last time, she had taken her time because she wasn’t used to taking such a big cock. She still wasn’t, but they had no time to take it easy now, especially with her promise to make him cum as quickly as possible. He had not-so-subtly disparaged her efforts at a handjob, and it was up to her to show him how foolish he had been to underestimate her skill in the bedroom. She was, after all, Emmeline Vance.
It probably also had something to do with the fact that Hestia might just return soon, and she had no intention of being seen in such a compromising position with Harry of all people. She had a reputation to keep.
That, and she was also feeling a bit peckish for Harry’s dick, and couldn’t wait to have it all inside her mouth. Naturally, she tried to take the entire head into her gaping hole.
Running her teeth along the tip teasingly, she licked and flicked her tongue around it masterfully, slashing wildly and making out with his cock like a pro. And from the way Harry was making soft, moaning sounds, while holding her head with his hands, he was definitely enjoying it.
“Mmmmmph!” She purred, smiling at the blissful expression on his face, and then plunged down. Her throat vibrated with her moaning, and she sank down another six inches of his cock until the head hit the back of her juddering throat.
And she still had a little more to go.
“Does my mouth feel nice, Harry?” She asked.
“Oh yes,” he moaned. “Absolutely wonderful.”
Emmeline mentally grinned. Now, he was being truthful. She knew that despite all his casual behaviour earlier, he must have enjoyed being with her like that. She let her jaw get used to his size again, and began to speed up, bobbing her head up and down his length in a hurry, sucking and licking like she was a starving whore.
“Ugh! That’s it!” whispered Harry. “Suck my cock like the slut you are.”
She narrowed her eyes, and pulled her mouth off his cock. “I’m not a slut, Harry Potter. This is just me helping you to cum faster.”
“Right. Sorry,” said Harry. “Please continue.”
And there it was, that amused expression on his face again. Damned bastard wasn’t taking her seriously at all.
He needed to be punished.
I’ll teach him better.
Her plump lips squeezed against his hard-as-steel shaft, and she began bobbing even faster, dive-bombing against his dick vigorously. More and more of his cock entered her tight, clasping throat, but that didn’t stop her from fearlessly attacking his cock with her hot, wet, sucking mouth.
She’d teach him, Emmeline thought furiously, that there was a difference between the little schoolsluts he fucked around, and someone like her. The vigour and lust with which she could inhale his cock would pale anyone else that he dared to be with, after this experience. Emmeline knew that she was a natural, that she was built for it. Some women were talented at charms, or at transfiguration, or any of the other disciplines. Those that weren’t gifted in the magical arts were probably good at cooking, or knitting, or baking. But Emmeline was good at everything. From Charms to Transfiguration to being an absolute master in the Psychic Arts, she bested others in everything. And behind closed doors, she was an expert at sucking cock and giving the best fucking experience in the bedroom. So what if her sole experience was limited to Gideon before this? She was a Vance. It was only natural that she would be best at everything.
She effortlessly plunged down further, taking the rest of his cock down her throat, her thick lips wrapped around his meaty shaft, smearing it with her lipstick. She was starving, and attacking his cock as if her fate was dependent on it, and yes, she was being quite literal here. Harry Potter had done something that no one before had dared to do.
He made her feel inadequate. Like she was somehow…. Less.
It was unforgivable.
“Do you like that, Harry?” She asked, gasping, as she pulled back out, spitting on it.
“It is, uh… it’s pretty good.”
She raised an eyebrow. He was enjoying himself just sometime before. Why did he change his tune?
No matter.
She dove down, dipping her face till her wet mouth met his sack. He jerked slightly, as she began sucking his big, swollen balls.
“Ugh….” he groaned, and Emmeline smiled. There it was — that pleased groan was what she wanted to hear. Her lithe tongue ran circles around his nuts, coating them with spit, massaging them with the perfect level of firmness. She swapped balls, taking the other one into her mouth, playing with it hungrily. It felt so raw, so depraved, and she hated it with every fibre of her being that she was subjecting herself to this, but she would go through this but not have her pride shattered at the hands of this high-strung young man.
Plus, she told herself. She already had sex with him in the past. She had already sucked his cock before, and had her insides twisted and reshaped by this cock. A little more depravity wasn’t going to make anything worse, and neither would denying this erase her prior experience from memory.
No, if she had gotten dirty, then she’d get what she had come for, even if she had to get dirtier.
“I’ll give you this,” sighed Harry. “You really know how to suck balls, Emmeline.”
She sneered. He was only stating the obvious. Just a little more, and she’d make him sing. She’d make him cum just like she had promised, and she’d feel all that fresh cum rush down her throat.
No. She’d collect it in the glass.
Relentlessly, she attacked him again. Smoothly sucking, thoroughly squeezing, massaging his nuts with one hand. Every move was aimed at trying to coax the cum from his balls.
And then the inevitable happened.
“Ugh!” He grunted. “I’m close.”
Emmeline knew that she should’ve just pulled out. Instead, she kept sucking. Young men could hardly be called consistent, could they? She wasn’t going to waste all this effort if he didn’t cum. For Merlin’s sake, it would make her look bad.
“I — I need to cum,” he said. “The— the glass.”
Annoyed, she pulled her mouth away, and put the glass in front of her breasts. Harry arched back, and jet after jet of thick jizz shot out of his cock, painting the insides of the glass. Ropes of hot, sizzling, thick, potent cum kept spraying into the glass. Some of it sprayed and splattered over her face — eyes, lips, forehead, but Emmeline didn’t care. Instead, she stared at his cock head eagerly as thick, white ropes kept jettisoning to land in a milky strand that was forming in the inside of the glass, and then one more and then one more. Five, six, seven, eight — the shots came rushing out of his cock, and then nine and ten. Emmeline held her head still and her lips open, hoping to catch some of it,her chest heaving in exhilaration and satisfaction at a well-done job, as she tried to regain her breath.
“That….” she murmured, looking at the now half-filled glass splattered with Harry’s cum. “That’s just so much cum. I’ve… I’ve never seen so much cum.” She held the glass gingerly like it was a priceless object, and it was, while glancing at Harry, and then at his cock, and then at the glass, trying to comprehend how it was freaking possible for someone to cum that much.
“Congratulations,” said Harry Potter. “That’s all the cum from earlier. Guess now we’re settled. I made you cum. And now you made me cum.”
But Emmeline wasn’t listening. She couldn’t help but confront that glass of cum in her hands. Something had to be done with it. She really ought to have just kept it on the table — for Hestia — and get up. Her purpose was served, and she had seen it with her own eyes that he was indeed capable of cumming that much. She felt its warmth, and its weight, a glass half-full of his thick cum, with some slopping over the edge. The waft from the glass hit her, and that smell, that smell of hot, fresh cum, it brought back memories. A lot of very good memories. Her nostrils flared, her mouth watered, her nipples tightened.
This was cum that was the result of all that thrusting that he had done inside her pussy in the afternoon. This was cum that she had forcibly drawn out of his nuts by sucking them and licking them despite how depraved she found the entire thing. She should have been disgusted with even holding it, but this cum… it was the result of all her sacrifice, the physical pain she had been through, the pleasure the experience had invoked, and the conjugal fulfilment that both of them had felt during that entire hour of non-stop heated, animalistic sex.
This cum belonged to HER.
And she was going to just put it on the table for Hestia to drink?
She looked down at the glass of cum, tipping it, testing its thickness. Yep, it was good stuff, nice and thick. Just because he wanted to jerk off into a glass for Hestia to drink didn’t make it hers. Hestia hadn’t endured the entire hour of hardcore sex that brought forth this cum. She would never be able to appreciate its true value. She would just treat it as any other cum, as if everything that Emmeline had experienced meant nothing. Before she knew it, Emmeline brought her nose down and took a big smell of it, and her body thrummed. Surges of memories flashed through her mind.
She couldn’t stop herself. Nothing could’ve stopped her.
Before she could think twice, before Harry even realised what was happening, Emmeline brought the glass to her lips and tipped it back. Harry’s cum entered her mouth, hitting her tongue, filling her mouth. She should have known better than this. She was better than this. She was a mature, classy, elegant woman. She was disciplined. She was a warrior.
But holy fuck! His cum tasted DOUBLY GOOD!
For this wasn’t ordinary cum. This was hers.
She let it fill her mouth, sloshing it everywhere, coating her tongue with it, spreading it across the inside of her cheeks and covering her teeth. Having nowhere else to go, she gulped the rest of it down, swallowing his hot cum. Her lips parted, bands of cum stretching between them, and she exhaled. With glassy eyes, she noted the glass still contained some of the sweet, tasty cum. Like a whore, she tipped the glass back and sucked down the rest, tasting it, savouring it, gulping it down. She needed more!
She licked the edge of the glass, capturing the cum he had left there with her tongue. She used her fingers to wipe the insides of the glass, gathering the cum remaining there on her fingers, before jamming them into her panting mouth, closing her lips around them getting them, getting every fucking bit of cum off them. The glass was spotless and dry by the time she was done with it.
Realisation hit Emmeline. This… this was so wrong! So filthy! This was without a doubt the nastiest thing she had ever done. She had swallowed his cum from a glass. Cum that she was supposed to leave after helping him cum, like she had promised.
And it was soooo goood! The insides of her mouth were still filled with it. Honestly, she’d take a glass of that after every meal.
Her body was buzzing. She had never been so turned on like this. Just what was it that Harry Potter did to her? She shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as she did. She shouldn’t have enjoyed it at all. The more important question was — what was she to tell him? She had all but told him that she’d help him cum, and now she had swallowed the efforts of her handiwork, bringing them back to Square One. Still, it wasn’t so bad. He had clearly enjoyed it, and she was willing to give it another shot and make things better.
And then she met his eyes.
“What the hell was that?” snapped Harry Potter. “Why did you drink that? It was for Hestia.”
Emmeline blinked. Of all the reactions she had expected, anger was not one of them. Her own temper rose in return.
“It can’t be Hestia’s,” she shot back. “You yourself told me. This was the cum from earlier. This was because of that entire hour of fucking back then. An entire hour of me feeling that cock reshaping my pussy. That cum is the result of that cooperation between us. And I even helped bring it out, Obviously I deserved it.”
He cocked his head and looked at her as if she was speaking Gobbledygook.
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It makes perfect sense!”
“Does not!”
“Does so, and you know it!” Emmeline growled, standing up. “And stop treating this like you didn’t enjoy it, Harry Potter. Enough of your mind games, you motherfucker!”
He arched an eyebrow.
“Okay, not a motherfucker,” she corrected. “You’re just a regular fucker! Someone who’d just go fuck any girl out there with a pulse and a pussy. You’re a shameless, no-good, piece of shit that doesn’t even have the decency to tell me that the fuck we shared earlier was the best sex of your life. That the most fulfilling sex that I have had this afternoon was just as fulfilling for you, and not just another hook-up in a series of your constant hook-ups with any girl that moves into your vision.”
Emmeline wasn’t a violent person, but she almost wanted to claw his fucking eyes out. Yes, she could understand why he was such a proud sonofabitch. He was tall, and tanned, and muscular, fuck! He was sculpted! And he had a great arse too, and that cock of his was divine. And huge. And powerful! Even his balls were large and swollen and full. And he was an incredible fuck. He had eclipsed in one afternoon what her husband, or her previous boyfriends back at school had been able to accomplish in her entire life.
Harry just looked at her amused. “I thought you wanted to put it in the past, and not have anything to do with it ever again.”
“That’s right!” She interjected. Why was it so difficult for him to understand?
“And I can understand that you enjoyed the sex we had, and now you want to enjoy more of that.”
“YES!” She said, finally able to find words, only to realise the implication of her words. “I mean, yes, of course, but not with you. I mean, with —” She stammered.
“With whom? Your husband?”
She glared at him. The sonofabitch was messing with her.
“You know perfectly well what my husband is and isn’t capable of.”
“Then with whom? Perhaps I should have Hestia arrange for some escorts? Perhaps a werewolf or two? They have excellent stamina. Trust me, I speak from experience.”
“Shut up!” She snapped. “I’m a pureblood lady. I do not sully myself like that. I —”
“You what?”
She sighed. “I — I just — what I want to know is, why don’t you still want to fuck me?”
A smug grin tore through his face, and emmeline instantly realised what she had said, and how it could be easily misconstrued as a complaint, and slightly blushed at her own inappropriate defence.
“Wait, I — I misspoke,” she said quickly. “That’s — that’s not what I said. That’s NOT what I meant, damn it! What I was trying to say is that I enjoyed what we shared, and obviously you enjoyed it too, but now you’re moving on as if it didn’t even mean anything.”
“So…. you want it to mean something?”
“YES!” Finally, he gets it!
“But don’t you want us to put it in the past?”
“That’s —”
“Contradictory?”
“....No! You just — Ugh! Why is it so difficult to explain?”
Harry sighed. “Look, I understand what you want. You want me to come at you, asking you for sex.”
“Yes! I mean No!”
He raised an eyebrow again.
“....Okay, maybe a little. It’s — it’s complicated.”
“Must be,” he said, smirking. “And you’re right. I did enjoy it. You’re a great lay. You’ve got a great pussy, a great mouth, and your skill at sucking balls is top-class. All of them are things to be appreciated. But you wanted to put them in the past, and so here I am, putting them in the past. Are you happy now?”
Emmeline’s lips spread to form a smile —
“Now leave!” He barked. “I need to rest for a moment, and focus. I need to cum again. Hestia is probably gonna be asleep at this rate.”
“But — But you still haven’t cum!”
“Oh?” he asked, smiling. “You still want to help me cum, do you?”
“Yes!”
“Well, thanks, but I’m not interested. You’ve proven yourself to be mercurial even at the best of times. You strike an arrangement, and then force me to bend it the immediate next day. Multiple times. You deny what I ask of you, which by the way, is according to our arrangement. You swear you are only to help me cum in the glass for Hestia, and you drink that cum yourself! See? Mercurial.”
“I — I’m willing to make reparations—”
“Reparations? How? By sucking me again? Or letting me fuck you again?”
“Both! I mean, either is an option. I messed up, so it’s only justified that you should have a choice.”
“Well, too bad. I don’t like either of your choices. I made my choice known to you back then, and you denied it. Guess all of this was for nothing. Maybe I’ll just go fuck Hestia’s arse, and then cum for her in a glass. She would be pissed at why I didn’t do it earlier, but she’ll understand.”
And with that, he actually began pulling his trousers back up.
“No— WAIT!” She all but screamed. “I — I have an offer. A proposition.”
“Been there, done that. Not a fan.”
“This — this is different. I swear. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to listen to it once, Potter?”
He sighed. “You’re a pain in my arse, Emmeline. Honestly, I’m wondering why I even allowed you entrance in my head. You want to have sex, but you don’t. You want to put things in the past, but you also wanted to fuck me under pretences, but you wouldn’t get past your denial. And now you want to try another new proposition.”
Emmeline was getting more and more crimson with every word coming out of his mouth.
“Fine!” he said at last. “Let’s hear it. I’ll say right away, that I’m not obligated to follow through. You say it, I’ll hear it. I don’t like it, you walk out, and I get Hestia in. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” he shrugged. “Go on.”
Emmeline swallowed. She had not expected him to pull off an ultimatum like this. But desperate situations called for desperate measures, and this was by far, one of the most desperate situations she had been involved in.
Closing her eyes, she let out a deep breath. Gathering her words, she opened her eyes, and found an expectant Harry Potter looking at her.
“I — I apologise, Harry. I was unfair. I betrayed the terms of the arrangement, when I denied you earlier. Also, you made me cum thrice, while I made you cum twice. Plus, I even drank the cum that was supposed to be Hestia’s drink. So the way I see it, in the interests of fairness, I owe you one more cum, which would obviously go in that glass — for Hestia to drink. That would bring the total number of orgasms to three, same as mine. And I will agree to your request, and allow you to fuck me, once, in my arsehole.”
His eyes widened. “You’re not shitting me are you?”
Emmeline narrowed her eyes. “Are you challenging the value of my words?”
“Yes.”
She exhaled. “Yes. I will allow you to fuck me in the arsehole. Just once, mind you. And that way, we will be done. Fair and Square. And we can put it all in the past. Neither of us will owe anything to the other.”
“Fair enough,” said Harry. “And what about the psychic instruction?”
She blushed. “That — that is different. I promised to teach you the psychic arts, and I will. Just like you promised to help me gain resistance against Other-You’s humiliation. That’s completely different — two professionals helping each other out. That it has anything to do with sex should make no difference. It’s about understanding your strange powers, and me working on developing a resistance against this potential threat that standard Occlumency is powerless against. It’s completely different from what happened earlier in the forest, which was all about desire and getting pleasure.”
She conveniently ignored the part that the entire fuck fest in the afternoon had started because she had claimed it was part of helping her develop resistance in the first place.
“I guess… I can agree with that.”
“BUT,” said Emmeline, more loudly than she had expected. “The two events are mutually separate. I will help you cum first, by letting you fuck my pussy. That bit is mandatory. And then you can have your depraved fun by fucking my arsehole.”
She pursed her lips and looked down, her eyes remaining glued to his swollen weapon through his trunks. She was too stubborn and too proud to just roll over completely, but the situation she had suggested was the best possible avenue things could take. It was the best she could’ve done to salvage what she could get out of this.
“Alright,” he said. “So, you want to get started now?”
She growled.
“...Right. Now, it is.”
Harry had given the clearly desperate and horny Emmeline a thorough pounding in his bed after that, giving her every inch of his giant rod until she couldn’t get enough. Adding to the fact that he was fully worked up because of the blowjob earlier, and was able to give her full steam ahead. It went similarly to their afternoon encounter, at least to start, chiefly with him putting her legs on his shoulders and driving into her without mercy. And despite all her dancing around it earlier, Emmeline took it head on, screaming and moaning her head off, asking for more repeatedly. Her pussy remembered his cock well from earlier, and squeezed the life out of it even more than the previous time.
It was such a release of tension for the Obliviator that she found herself enjoying the action without the slightest bit of regret, availing herself in his body as he did with hers, Her hands gripped his back, his biceps, and even his arse, squeezing it firmly as he gave it to her. The sight of his fit body coated with sweat was something straight out of a fantasy, to the point that it didn’t matter how much she DIDN’T want this. It was simply too amazing to care.
Emmeline screamed and screamed, until she came, her pussy convulsing over his thick cock. Without so much as ‘By your permission’, she rolled over until she was on top, and began to drive the action with her at the helm. She knew just what to do, and kept slamming down that giant cock like a total slut, vigorously bouncing on his towering pillar, slamming her arse up and down onto him as she screamed her head off, while Harry lay back on the back, letting her run the show.
And then she came again. And just like before, she changed positions, this time on her knees with him grabbing her hair as he pounded her from behind like a bitch-in-heat.
And then she came. Again.
“Ugh! That’s it! Take my cock! Take my cock!” Harry grunted as he worked himself into her.
“Ohh! Harry! Yes! Ohh! I can feel you! In me! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh!”
“I’m about to cum you know,” he said. “I should pull out!”
“No! Inside! Inside!”
Harry laughed. “You’re breaking your word again, Emmeline.”
“I’m! Not!” She gasped between thrusts. “I— UGH! I came thrice! That means I — oh YES YES YES! That means! Three and one more! Four! Four times I will! Make! You cum!”
The bed was shaking like anything, the sounds from their illicit fucking reverberating in the entire room.
“So you want me to cum in you, do you? “
“Yes!” She claimed, grasping the bedsheet as he kept ramming her. “Keep fucking me! Cum in me, baby! I have yet to coax out three more orgasms out of you! After you cum! In me! Only one of those will— ugh! Go to the glass! The others BELONG TO ME OH MY GOD—-”
His cock pulsed.
And then he came.
The pleasure was…. Unbelievable. Every part of her cunt flexed and tightened around his cock, squeezing it violently, trying to draw his cum into her by force.
“UGGHHH!” grunted Harry, and came inside her.
“Sooo fucking GOOOD!” Emmeline sang, the pleasure almost painful, her innards going crazy at accepting his precious cum inside her. As if a spell had been cast, her own pussy triggered another orgasm, as thick, violent streams of his cum entered into her fuck hole. Cum that could have knocked her up if she was not on the contraceptive charm.
“YES! YES!” She gasped out, as he drove into her, firing more and more of his seed inside her, as she gripped him tighter. Both of them kept flexing into each other, their bodies locked in passion, trying to ride through the pleasure together. This was so wrong, but it was so good!
Finally, after riding wave after wave of pleasure, she and Harry both collapsed, him on top of her, panting for breath.
“That’s yet another orgasm on your side, Emmeline,” he said with a laugh. “Now you owe me four orgasms.”
“I — always! Hah! Keep my word!”
“At this rate, you’ll keep fucking me every single day for the rest of your life, you know.”
“Doesn’t! Matter! My word is! My Bond!”
“Heh!” He said, pressing himself further. “But then, I will never be able to fuck your arse. This is another attempt at cheating me from taking your arsehole, isn’t it? You tricked me, Emmeline.”
“No tricks!” She panted. “Let’s fuck again, and this time, you can put it in that glass. After that, you can take my arse, Harry! Take my anal cherry. It’s yours.”
She felt him stiffen for a moment, before his weight vanished. And then he reached for her arms and pulled her up, ready for more.
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Comments
BK-94
aw.... i was looking forward to the anal part
