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SD: CH81 - The Price of Secrets
🕑 Added 2023-08-27 16:44:52 +0000 UTCThis… This was not supposed to happen.
This was Narcissa’s memory. She had been living Narcissa’ memory, and experiencing everything as Narcissa had. No matter the humiliation, the pain, the rage, the… the pleasure, she was just a passenger in Narcissa’s body, and all of this was a memory.
Not real.
Absolutely NOT REAL.
It couldn’t be real.
And yet, it was. The face in the mirror had changed from Narcissa’s to her own, and Emmeline didn’t know how or why that had happened. All she knew was that this wasn’t a memory. Or at least, it had been a memory, only to transform into a reality more nightmarish than anything she could imagine.
“I told you,” said Harry Potter. “We are going to have sex. And you are going to be asking for it.”
Emmeline looked at the small, smug, fucking self-assured, egotistical smile on Harry Potter’s face as he gave her the biggest scare of her life. For that moment, she lay staring at him, her eyes wide as if her brain had been utterly fried and unable to process any further. All she knew was that she was on the bed, naked with Harry’s cum dripping all over her face, her hair, her mouth, her throat, and oozing out of her freshly-fucked pussy.
She looked worse than a Knockturn Alley whore.
“You! You fucking arsehole! How dare you! How dare you trick me?” she half-screamed and half-shouted, her eyes dangerous and her hands clenched tightly into fists.
Harry Potter looked at her… amused. Amused! Rage flared violently inside of her and she slapped his face as hard as she could. It felt like hitting a rock. She winced, and lay on the bed, staring at him with hate.
“What — what magic is this?” She demanded, unwilling to play games any longer. “I told you,” said the cocky bastard. “Lecherous Shrine is not ready to welcome outsiders. If you go in, you’ll find more than secrets there.”
“Yes, like how you’re fucking Narcissa Malfoy?”
This time, his smile wasn’t so self-assured, at least for the briefest of moments, which as she could remember, was the first time she had ever seen that arrogant facade stumble. He didn’t reply though even when his smirk returned to its usual indifferent and irritating self, and Emmeline waited for him for a moment longer for sighing exasperatedly and moving to push his cock and him off her.
At first she tried to get through forwards, however the arsehole hadn’t left much space for her to move. It didn’t help that her legs felt like jelly, or that his cock was spearing through her folds all the way to her womb. For a moment, she thought he was going to press his entire weight against her, or grab her waist or something… but he simply watched, apparently amused at her obvious defensiveness.
Arsehole.
“Mmm… you never did answer,” he said after a moment. “You have such an amazing body, but it's obvious you don't have much sex. Which is it? Lack of work-life balance, or is your husband simply that unsatisfactory?”
“You’ve met my husband,” she retorted acidly. “Why don’t you tell me what he’s like?”
He frowned. “I have…?”
“Gideon Abbott,” she said, pushing herself further up the bed. His cock was still partially inside her pussy, and that was the farthest she could move away. The bastard didn’t move back though.
“You are… Gideon Abbott’s wife,” he said slowly. “Interesting. I suppose that makes so much sense.”
Emmeline narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. She looked around for her wand, but couldn’t find it anywhere. “What do you mean?”
That damnable smirk returned. “I’m saying that your husband is much more interested in thrusting his tool into little girls than his beautiful wife. How interesting! Both Lucius Malfoy and Gideon Abbott are into the same thing.” He frowned, as if disturbed by something. “I wonder if that is why Narcissa’s memories came to you. Perhaps the common factor resonated between you two… Hmmm, how curious!”
“What? Are you implying…!” Emmeline trailed off, her cheeks flushed with indignation and disbelief at his words. She knew Gideon wasn’t exactly a nice man by any measure, but he wasn’t a—
“Paedophile?” asked Harry Potter, making her wonder if he could read her mind. No, that would be impossible. She was a sixth-level Occlumens. No, he must have read it from her expressions. Yes, that must be it. She gritted her teeth at the annoying smile floating on his lips. The nerve of this motherfucker! He was still lying on the bed, unmoving, his cock still in her pussy. She could feel his cool breaths on her nipples, and it was making her squirm! Bastard was doing this on purpose. Treating her like a piece of meat… No, like ‘his’ piece of meat. She should slap him again for that!
“Hannah,” he said, and Emmeline felt her world shatter. “Gideon has been fucking Hannah under the pretext of training her to be next Lady of Abbott.”
Her eyes widened, and an icy sensation settled down into the pit of her stomach. “You — you’re —”
“Not lying. Not, about this,” he said simply. “You can ask Hannah. Or Cynthia. They’ll tell you. I promised them vengeance on your husband, and reclaim the fortune he has stolen from them. And Harry Potter always keeps his promises.”
Emmeline just sat there, knees bent, legs spread apart, with half of him resting within her. She sat like that for another… minute, or hour, or eternity… it didn’t matter. She didn’t know what to think anymore. To think that her husband was capable of something so demeaning, that he was such a treacherous sonofabitch—”
“Speaking of treachery,” said Harry Potter, shocking her again. “Cynthia thinks he was the one that betrayed her husband and father-in-law. The attack on Abbott mansion…”
She froze, her thoughts going into overdrive. Was she being manipulated?
“I know my husband. He isn’t a—’
“A lying two-faced bastard?” asked Harry. “He is Broderick Greengrass’s best friend, and that man is knee-deep in illegal shit with Lucius Malfoy. And Gideon is Broderick’s Man Friday as far as selling illegal potions ingredients on the continent is concerned. Malfoy, Greengrass, your husband… it’s one big racket.”
“How—” She paused, and controlled herself. “How can I believe anything you say? You’re the kind of scum that sleeps with Narcissa Malfoy and tricked me into fucking you.”
“Tricked you?” laughed Harry Potter. “Did I ask you to step into Lecherous Shrine? Did I tell you to open that door? You knew exactly what the memory was, and you knew exactly what was going to happen. You could have ended it before it started. But you didn’t. So no, I did not trick you. Whatever happened, you chose to do it on your own free will.”
Emmeline gritted her teeth.
That amused smile reformed on his face. “And you don’t need to believe anything I say. Amelia Bones believes it, and that’s enough for me.”
She sneered, not replying back. He would not get a rise out of her. She would investigate things and if it turned out he was telling the truth then…
“Let me go,” she said. “I want out of here.”
“Oh,” he said, utterly nonchalant. “Not interested in getting that dream anymore, are you?”
She stilled.
“It’s really sad,” he went on. “After all the suffering you went through… just to walk away when you are this close to your prize…. How unfortunate.”
It took all the willpower she had not to try to wring his neck. Instead she met his green eyes.
“If you know what I want, then why don’t you just hand it over? And if you could always do that, then why this charade? Or is this your way to trap unsuspecting women, like you trapped Hestia?”
“Me? Trap Hestia? You’ve inverted the concept. I pegged Hestia for an Order member before she even entered my house. Before I so much as touched her. She is with me by her own accord. As for the dream, I see you’re confusing me with the person lying on the bed, asleep. Neither am I some kind of demon. I’m simply his primal essence, his subconscious. The one most concerned with such matters as food. Survival.” His eyes flickered idly all over her naked form. “Mating,” he said, a lazy growl to the tone. “The important things in life.”
“So the Harry Potter in the real world…”
“Doesn’t know what happens inside Lecherous Shrine. Not yet.”
That… was slightly better. It meant that he wouldn’t remember what happened here, or that he had fucked her like a whore.
Harry smiled again, as if amused by an inside joke.
Emmeline frowned. “You said not yet, which means he will. Later.”
He idly shrugged. “Anything is possible. I told you. But he is not ready to take over my magnum opus. But soon. Very soon.”
Well, thought Emmeline. That’s all kinds of fucked-up.
She was acutely aware of the subtext behind his words. He had all but told her that the way to acquire the dream memory was to finish what she had started. Only this time, she wouldn’t be able to pretend that she was living Narcissa Malfoy’s memory. This time, it would really be her who’d be getting fucked.
She would not do that. She was a married woman, a Lady, and she would not intentionally sleep with someone else. She would not let him take her pride from her. Even if she had to just sit there until she… until she…
GAH! She felt like screaming at him.
“What do you want from me, Emmeline? Do you want to feel my cock ram up your sweet arse? Perhaps you want me me to fuck you standing?” He gave her a leery smile. “Have you wondered how Parseltongue feels on your pussy nerves? It’s beyond anything you have ever imagined, I can promise you that. You can even wrap your sexy legs around me.”
Emmeline clenched her fists.
“Or perhaps you want to walk out?” He offered, pushing himself back up. He held his hand out, and a wand materialised in his palm. One cleaning charm later, Emmeline was perfectly fresh, the sweat and cum all over her body and face having completely vanished. Even his cum oozing from her pussy had vanished, though the pain was still there.
The bastard. He was playing with her. Playing her desire to avoid humiliation against her desire to get the dream. Either way, her pride was getting crushed. She had not expected this kind of Slytherin manoeuvre from the Golden Boy of Gryffindor.
“Potter…. Harry,” she tried, toning down her voice to a level that wasn’t quite demanding, but not quite a pleading voice either. “Do not make me do this. You — your conscious self wants this memory just as badly as I do. It’s important we know what happened in that memory to fight Voldemort.”
“I cannot break the rules of this place, Lady Vance,” he said simply. “I warned you. I am not deserving of Lecherous Shrine, not yet. You chose to enter by your own avail. You must choose what happens next.”
Her eyes widened at his words. Harry just grinned broadly, enjoying her inner conflict. The bastard.
A hundred thoughts ran through her head, weighing both sides of the argument. She absolutely did not need to willingly submit herself and her body to his wicked ministrations. She could just walk away, and no one, not even Harry Potter — the real one, would ever know a hair about this. Hell, she could always say that she couldn’t find it, or that it was too risky. She didn’t even have to teach him the psychic arts. Hell, she didn’t need to see his stupid, arrogant face for the rest of her life.
All it would cost her would be that dream.
It’s— It’s not my responsibility, she told herself. If Albus Dumbledore himself can walk away from this, so can I. Whatever happened, happened. I was tricked once, and he humiliated me like that. I cannot, will not let myself be humiliated any further. I will not become his bitch and be fucked like a whore. I will not! It’s all his stupid fault! If he cannot control his own subconsciousness from being such a lecherous predator then it wasn’t my fault that I have to walk away! As for that memory, it can be lost for all I care—
A memory rose in her head. Some words, that she had heard this bastard speak just hours earlier…
“Take the high road if you want to, Professor. Choose to walk away from this opportunity to delve into Voldemort’s mind and help me control this power. Call it your principles, call it doing the right thing, as you’re so fond of. But after all that, when the people lie dead, people that could have been saved if we acted on this information… every one of those lives will be on your head…”
Emmeline fumed. Curse Harry Potter for putting those words in her head. Curse him and Albus Dumbledore and Voldemort and every fucking person responsible for putting her in this dilemma. Curse Hestia for contacting her, and triple-curse herself for agreeing to attend to her needs. The bloody bastard had even joked about how it wasn’t his responsibility after Albus Dumbledore had point-blank refused him on his face. Why? Why was she being put through this? Why was it her job to suffer? WHY?
For a long moment, she just sat there, trying to calm the anger inside her. No decision made out of anger had ever gotten a positive outcome. She needed to focus. Her thoughts slowed down, and her inner turmoil slowly settled into a gentle simmer before she suddenly realised that Harry Potter was still sitting there, watching her like a hawk.
A whole hour of uninterrupted silence passed between them. Or at least, it felt like that.
“Well?” asked Harry Potter.
“You’re such an arsehole.”
“You might have mentioned that a couple of times.”
“Jerk!” she grunted irritably. “You’re a fucking arrogant pig, Harry Potter!”
He grinned, even going so far as to chuckle gently. His audacity sent fresh waves of rage coursing through her.
“I — I can’t fucking believe I’m considering this,” she growled angrily. He was looking at her with a ‘player’ smile on his face, as if she was his conquest and… Fuck it! She was, wasn’t she? He had just face-fucked her and cum over her face and hair and mouth and drilled into her pussy like no one else had. The urge to fly off the handle was still there, but she held her emotions under an ironclad control. This was just sex. She had already been fucked in ways she had never been before, by this guy no less. Hell, he was sitting in front of her naked, admiring her naked body like it was a piece of cake he intended to eat up. He… He…. Words couldn’t define the feeling that was surging through her. Emmeline didn’t know what kind of mindset one needed to cast Fiendfyre, but she was sure that her current disposition would be a close fit. Unbelieving, immensely hurt, incredibly angry, shocked, indignant… thoughts and fury raced through Emmeline, and then, an unbidden thought came to her.
What if it’s all true? Was Gideon really… was her husband really fucking, no, raping her niece? Could she trust Potter’s words? Was her husband truly a swine like that? A criminal? And if that was so, why was she holding to her pride as a married woman, despite knowing how depraved he was?
“If we do this, then that’s it? No more traps?”
Harry smiled. “Absolutely not. If you choose to do this, you can find what lies beyond the mirror. Will you get the memory you came for, yes. But Lecherous Shrine hides many, many more secrets. And secrets… have a price.”
Tears rolled down Emmeline’s cheeks. This— this was all Gideon’s doing. It's all his fault. You reap what you sow, arsehole, she thought furiously, as Harry watched her.
“You’re a conceited, cocky, arrogant bastard, Harry Potter,” she whispered angrily. “And I hate you, I hate you for doing this to me.”
“I can live with that.”
The cocky response should have flared anger in her. Instead, her lips twisted in amusement. Emmeline gave in, pulling him by his neck, as he rose up to her, with her trapped between his hands, the walls and his body. She pulled him closer and pressed her own soft, luscious lips back against his. Her mouth followed his as Harry parted his lips and their tongues entwined, as she pulled him closer. Harry’s hands slid downwards and grabbed her by her waist, and pushed himself firmly against her soft body, pressing his rock-hard chest against her own soft, firm breasts, their lips and tongues smacking and dancing in a hot, passionate kiss.
Her body was still suffused with anger, but at the same time, she felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of what he was going to do to her, what she was willingly allowing him to do to her. Her — Emmeline Vance, Head Obliviator and Lady of House Vance, was willingly letting herself fucked by Harry Potter, without any coercion from him — just like the bastard had claimed. Her hands entwined around his neck, and she shoved all her hate and disdain for him in a display of intense passion, as his hands roamed all over her body. Unlike previously, he wasn’t just treating her like a cum-bucket for his sperm, but actually having sex with her. He was enjoying her, and she was enjoying him, the eroticism burning all other thoughts from her mind.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked in a sweet whisper.
“Anything you want, remember?” She answered in a tone that matched his. “I won’t stop you, if it means getting that memory.”
A smug smile formed on his lips. “All this for the memory, is it?”
She frowned. “...yes.”
She sounded way more unsure than she should have.
“Okay,” he shrugged, and his fingers rose up. His palms squeezing her big, heavy breasts. Emmeline let out a moan this time around, her heart pounding in her chest as she ran her right hand up his arm… her body instinctively, and primarily, reacting, like she couldn’t kiss him hard, deep or fast enough. Her nails raked gently down his toned chest before her hands slid under his arms and round to grab his back, pulling him against her and pushing herself back against the wall, her tits pressing hotly against his chest, and his cock rubbing against her moist folds. She growled like an animal as he grabbed her and fell back on the bed, with her over him. They kissed, as she straddled his waist, ready to lower herself down the straining length to have sex with him. Harry Potter, ever the bastard, did nothing, obviously intending her to do the honours of impaling herself on his big cock, which made Emmeline smile inside slightly.
Arsehole till the very end.
Shaking her head to flick her hair from her face, she kept her eyes on his and she slowly began to descend down on that huge dick, until the sudden contact with her burning pussy sent an impressive shiver down her spine and her breathing deepened. Yes, she had just been fucked by this dick sometime ago, but that was different. There was no feeling, no emotion, just a constant struggle between humiliation and pride with pain and pleasure thrown in for a side dish.
This… would be different. So what if it was happening inside Harry Potter’s mind, she was still choosing to have sex with him. With that thought, she sank down, speared upon his cock, with his unprotected, hard, mammoth dick inside her. Her eyes closed tightly as she took a deep breath, raised herself back up slightly and pushed down again, getting another inch or so to stretch her pussy. Another pull, and another inch.
Wait. She only got half in? Just how big was this monster?
“Wiggle your hips a little more,” he suggested. “Let yourself get used to the girth.”
Emmeline couldn’t believe how full she felt, and she was only halfway, She stared down at their connected regions and her eyes went wide at the tube-shaped bulge visible through her skin. How could someone possibly be that big? How could anyone take in so much cock? Narcissa could do it, obviously, if the memory was any proof, and Hestia was probably a veteran at this job. Just as she was pondering, another inch slid deeper into her core and Emmeline let out a wail before clamping her hand over her mouth, feeling a wave of euphoria wash over her and realised that she had just orgasmed.
How pitiful was that? She had cum before she could take his cock into her. And that was discounting her previous orgasms. She wondered if her pussy would ever be tight again, after experiencing this monster.
“Did you just cum, Emmeline?”
“N— no!”
He said nothing, but looked at her in a cocky way that just made her livid.
“Well I’m the one doing all the work!”
“Oh… why didn’t you say something before?” he asked with a smirk, and gripped the sides of her wait. Giving her a roguish grin, he pulled her down, spearing the remainder of his length inside her. Emmeline threw her head back in pleasure as his massive erection spread apart her inner walls and thrust itself directly against her womb.
“It’s in my womb!” she yelled, arching her back in ecstasy as her body struggled to adapt to the large appendage.
“Can’t wait! I’m thrusting!”
Before Emmeline could do anything, Harry picked her up using his grip on her waist, pulling his cock out, with just the head resting inside her, and then pistoned back, meeting her mid-thrust. She immediately let out a loud scream, as he mercilessly pounded upwards into her pussy. She couldn’t keep herself upright, not with him thrusting so furiously, and fell over him, barely able to keep herself up using her arms for support. That had the added benefit of her breasts dangling teasingly over his face, and he sucked on her nipples, and bit into them. Emmeline stretched back in ecstasy, while he continued his upward thrusts, wet, smacking sounds reverberating through the entire room, as she tightened again with a new orgasm.
Harry smirked, and Emmeline exhaled, thankful for the pause.
The bastard had no such plans, for he just went faster!
While she was orgasming!
“UGH! NO! WAIT! PLEASE!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears, as his extra-large sausage plundered every inch of her pussy, in and out, in and out. It took her several moments to realise that she was drooling, and lying over his hard chest while he gripped her hips and kept pounding like a machine.In and out, in and out it went. Really, she hadn’t known that something so pleasurable was even possible! Her legs were feeling like jelly again, and her entire body shook up and down with every thrust, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
And it showed in her next words.
“I love it!” She screamed. “I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! FUCK ME HARDER!”
Her juices were dripping so copiously that his entire crotch was lubricated, and smoothly pistoning in and out of her tight, squeezing cunt. With a strength she didn’t know she didn’t have, she lifted herself up and began bouncing relentlessly. Up and down. Up and down. Their sweaty flesh kept smacking harder.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
His hands were all over her fleshy tits, trying to force as much of her breasts into his mouth. Emmeline reached up and forced her nipples into his mouth, smirking at the gleeful expression on his face. That went on and on, her bouncing unyielding as she rode her. She grabbed the headboard and began driving her hips down upon him as hard as she could, nearly taking the wind out of him.
“Oof!” he groaned out, surprised.
In a normal situation this should have, would have hurt. It wouldn’t have felt this pleasurable and she certainly wouldn’t be losing control like this.
And yet…
“Move faster.”
Fucking incubus! He had turned her into this! Into this cock-hungry slut that was bouncing on his rock-hard tool. He had put her through so much mental and emotional dilemma, and played her own pride against herself. If she was to get fucked, then she’d be a fuck unlike anything he had ever experienced. She wanted to get fucked, to really drilled, and she would take that from him.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Her arse kept slamming down his thighs, and she was unrelenting. Nothing else mattered now, only his cock driving into her pussy.
“You like that, Potter? Huh? You like that pussy? Oh, this is what you wanted, right? Trap me and fuck me like a bitch? How does this bitch fuck you, Potter? Fucking answer me!” She spat, her tone getting nastier and meaner the closer she got to cumming.
“How do you fuck me? Like a frail lady. I’m used to fucking whores, Emmeline! I’ve been holding back on you, afraid I’ll break you.”
“Bollocks!” She screamed into his ear, as she sank down again. “You fucked me like an animal earlier, and I bore through all that! All of this, and you still claim you’re taking it easy on me! I’ve never heard of anything crappier than that!”
“Big world, Emmeline, and you’re about to find out! That is, if you want!”
“YES!” She snarled. “SHOW ME! SHOW ME HOW YOU FUCK YOUR WHORES! SHOW ME HOW YOU FUCK NARCISSA MALFOY!”
He smirked, and then without mercy or care, he lifted her arse up and drove back as hard as he could.
“Gahhh!” she grunted out, as he buried himself all the way to his balls into her. Before she could even recover from that, he drove into her again. And again. And again. He really was giving it his all. Before this, she was getting the chance to slide it in and out, and take a breath in the process. Now? It was just a blur, with him pistoning in and out of her, leaving her unable to do anything but stare at him, her mouth hanging open as he drilled her.
“Uh… uh… It’s… Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Ugh!” She was barely able to get the words out.
“How’s that for a change? Or do you want me to amp it up?”
Amp it up? There was more?
“Ugh… ugh… this! Fuck! This is… ugh! Hnn! This is! Ugh! Better! Ugh!”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I can barely understand you. What kind of lady are you, if you can’t even! Hnn! Manage basic eloquence?”
And then he pounded even harder.
“I can do this all day, Lady Vance! Here in Lecherous Shrine and there, in the real world! My stamina is endless! Can you imagine how that feels? Do you know what it’s like being pounded like this every night before bed? Do you know what it’s like to be fucked asleep?”
She didn’t, but if this continued for longer, she was sure to find out first-hand. She doubted her pussy could take this pounding for much longer.
“UGH! No! I don’t! Uff! Fuck! I can’t! Take it! Any! More!”
“Do you want me to cum in you?” He asked. “You’re a married woman, Emmeline! Do you want my raw cum inside your pussy? Do you want me to breed you? Make you my cock-whore? Tell me! Do you want to come to my house, teach me psychic arts, and go home with your stomach full of my cum?”
Her hips kept bouncing, driving his cock in and out. In and out.
“Look at you!” He spat. “Lady Vance! Head Obliviator! Proud, pureblood lady! Jumping on my cock like a whore! Is that what you are, Emmeline? Are you a whore? Or is this just for the memory?”
“The— ugh! Memory!” she wailed. “I need that memory!”
IIn and out. In and out. In and out.
“And is that the only reason?”
“....Yes!” she was about to cum again. Just a little more! Just a little more! Just a little more and she’d —
Harry Potter slid his cock out of her pussy, and pushed her back. Emmeline gasped as the sudden emptiness she felt in her pussy and rushed forward to get it back.
“Ugh! Wha— ! What are you doing? Get — get that back right! Ugh! Right now!”
“No can do,” said the cocky bastard, pushing her back. “This is over! Take the memory and walk off! It’s done!”
“Wha— No! I was about to cum!” She complained, blushing as she realised what she was saying. “I was just —”
“Your desires mean nothing,” he said, that ‘player’ smile back on his face. “You said you were doing this for the memory. Well, so be it.”
He raised his hand, and something bright and silver oozed out of the mirror — an orb, similar to the ones used in Divination. It slowly floated down until it rested on his palm.
Go on,” he said. “Take it.”
What? Just like that? She stared at him in incomprehension. What was happening? He was just giving it to her? What was the catch?
“No catch!” He said, smiling. “You came for the memory, didn’t you? Then take it, and fuck off.”
“But I—” Emmeline paused, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. “I need to cum! Can you not… just two more minutes?”
He threw his head back and laughed. Emmeline wanted to dig a hole in the floor and die in it. This was so embarrassing! She was actually begging him to fuck her for two more minutes and make her cum. That she was doing it after he had just handed her the memory was even more mortifying. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. But she couldn’t — not now, not when she was so close.
As quickly as it was possible, she grabbed his cock with her hands and wrapped her lips around it, and started bobbing her mouth up and down, running her tongue all over his shaft. That she absolutely despised using her mouth on anyone, that she considered it completely degrading and demeaning to the woman did not matter now. He had already shoved that massive prick into her throat, and facefucked her before. If another repeat was what she needed to get him to get her to cum, she would do it.
“Fucking hell, what a slut!”
“Mmmmm!” She moaned around his big, juicy cock as she took him deeper down her throat, wanting to please him. She wanted to gag and throw up, while his masculine musk was making her completely dizzy. She couldn’t think straight, except that she had finally gotten the memory and all she needed was an orgasm, and she’d not leave this place before she had gotten it.
“Mmm, you are quite a talented cocksucker,” he said, running his hands over her hair.
“Please Harry,” she said, growing more and more desperate. “Please fuck my tight cunt. Please give me my orgasm.”
“He gripped her hair and leaned in close. “Are you doing this for the memory, or because you want to be my slut?”
“The— the memory!” She replied. “I want to know every secret this place hides! I — SLURP! I want to know what those chains were! I — MMPPHH— I want to know what you are hiding! I — GAG— I don’t want to leave!”
“And not because you love my cock?”
“No! No— I—” she claimed, and contrarily, bobbed deeper upon his cock.
“Good,” he said silkily. “Then get out.”
And pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her lips smacked with a pop sound as he did that.
“Here, take your memory,” he snapped, throwing the orb at her. Emmeline caught it absently, but she was too busy staring at Harry in shock and confusion. “You —”
“Get out!” He said. “I’m done with you!”
“No. Please! Please don’t,” She begged. Begged? What was wrong with her? Anger and hate rushed through her veins at his attitude. She had never felt so humiliated before, not even when he was facefucking her like she wasn’t even a living being. She— she fucking hated him!
“No,” she snapped. “No fucking way! I haven’t gotten to this point to just walk away like this! You have no right to treat me like this! You fucking arsehole you —”
Her lips froze as his eyes gained a nasty edge in them. “I told you, Emmeline. You’ll find more than just secrets here. You came for that memory, you got it. You want more, then hand yourself over to me willingly. Submit. Until then…. We’ll just play.”
“Play….”
“Mmmm hmmm….” His fingers crawled over her face, upon her right cheek. Emmeline couldn’t help but moan at his touch.
“I’m going to have so much fun….”
He pulled his fingers, and Emmeline just knew what was about to happen.
“....Breaking you.”
SLAP!
The sheer force snapped her head to the left, and Emmeline fell down —
— Right atop someone’s chest. Between the stinging pain on herburning cheek, the shock of being slapped in the first place, and the sudden disorientation, she couldn’t exactly understand what had transpired. Then she looked to her right, and saw Hestia — HESTIA — looking at her with something like confusion, and then down at her own naked form. She was straddling — STRADDLING — a half-awake Harry Potter, naked from the waist-down, looking at her with an equally confused look on his face, and his massive cock was embedded into her pussy.
Emmeline screamed.
Comments
BushDid9711
is there no epub for this chapter?
Fernzyyyy
I know this is erotica but it'd be good to see some more plot soon
