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SD: CH58 - Never Letting You Go
🕑 Added 2023-05-08 18:43:37 +0000 UTCI might have not mentioned this before, but Amelia’s office was a working office. It had rich furnishings and everything, complete with a dark, hardwood background, but it reflected clarity and purpose more than status or power. Mail was stacked neatly on a corner of her desk. Files and envelopes each had their own specific positions upon her desk and the worktable against one wall. A self-inking quill set was in evidence on the desktop. There was a big, black leather chair behind the desk and a large black sofa sat to the left, blending perfectly with the background. There were absolutely no portraits and the tiny little lamps on the walls maintained a steady illumination. Paperwork anarchy threatened the room, but order had been strongly imposed, guided by an obvious will.
In short, it begged me to wreck it apart.
“I told Susan that you and I have some unfinished business,” said Amelia as she entered the office. I turned around and noticed her close the door, and felt a surge of magic rise up instead. Closing the door must have activated the wards in the room, isolating us from any and all eavesdropping. Amelia turned the knob towards the right, and I felt another surge of magic — a locking ward, if my hunch was correct.
“Nice,” I said, taking a step towards her. “You know I’m going to fuck you, right?”
She looked at me and nodded. I noticed she had gained a sliver of her composure back, but there was a wildness about her, a growing anticipation of what was about to happen. She wanted me badly, and she knew she was going to get fucked.
Badly.
And it turned her on.
“Where do you want to fuck me?” she asked, stepping back and leaning against the door. “Right here, against this door?”
Her voice and face was equally teasing and lusty and her arms rose above her head to grasp hold of the door frame above.
Before I could answer, she pushed herself away from the door and approached me. Her hands found purchase on my shirt before slowly crawling down to my shorts. Her fingers grabbed my growing cock through my shorts, and squeezed it hard.
“The sofa perhaps? Or maybe you’d like to fuck me right here on the floor?”
Her voice grew even more aggressive, and she pulled my cock out, caressing it with one hand. She came closer, her other hand snaking around my neck as she breathed into my left ear. “Or maybe you want to make me cum on my chair? You know, where I sit as the DMLE Director?”
My cock twitched at the idea.
She smirked, and turned to her left, leaving my cock as she quickly bent over her desk. Then she turned around and gave me an innocent smile.
“Or over my desk?”
She pushed her hips outward, sashaying them as she rested her massive breasts against her table. “Oh yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Grab my hips and fuck me hard while my tits mash against my desk? You’d make the DMLE Director your bitch right in her place of power. You’d like that a lot, wouldn’t you, Harry Potter?”
I nearly lost it at the sight.
Then she turned around and faced me. “Maybe I should take this dress off?” She inched closer and whispered again. “Unless, you want me to fuck me in it?”
That was the final straw as far as I was concerned. With a growl, I grabbed her by her neck and smashed my lips at hers. Her hands rushed at my chest, quickly unbuttoning my shirt buttons, and pushing it off me. I grabbed the edges of her shirt and pulled, and she let me pull it off her, leaving her in a crimson bra.
I stared hungrily at her and grabbed the bra, and pulled it down, squeezing her tits harshly as our tongues fought. She moaned loudly into my mouth and her hands grabbed my slacks and pushed it down, grabbing my cock, while I undid her skirt.
Amelia lustfully stared at me, her face inches away, flushed and breathing hard. I squeezed her breast once more and then lowered my hands to her waist and met her eyes.
The tension was thick. We stood in silence, basking in the heat of our near naked bodies. Both of us were hungrily consuming each other’s bodies with our eyes, and we were both starving. Finally, our eyes met again. I looked at her. She looked at me, our hunger clear in our gazes.
Then we feasted.
Our lips met in a fiery kiss, her tongue aggressively sliding into my mouth as we swapped spit. Gone was the rigid, inflexible, iron-willed DMLE Director. The woman in my arms was an adult with needs. The side of her that was horny and sexy and needed the pleasure she had restrained herself from over twenty years. The side that saw me as a sexual partner and was so fucking horny that she wanted me to fuck her to oblivion.
We were acting on raw, boiling, physical lust for each other. Every single thought, every single motion, every single gaze of our eyes pushed towards one inevitable outcome.
My cock in her pussy.
Her massive yet perky udders, barely contained inside her bra, smashed against my chest as her hands kept stroking my cock while I grabbed her round arse and squeezed the life out of it.
“Mmmm…” She moaned at my roughness, pushing herself into me and jerking my cock faster. She pushed me back until I fell upon the sofa, and she crouched, kneeling between my legs and brought her face inches away from my cock, inhaling its scent.
“I’m going to love this.” she muttered, her eyes hungrily gazing at my swollen shaft and thick, angry mushroom tip. Her hands caressed my nuts, admiring my swollen sack. “You— I’m never letting you leave.”
And then her lips were all over it.
“Mmmm…” I groaned, as she sucked the very first of my precum. And with that, came a fast notification.
You’ve just gained a World Anchor
Amelia Bones - 31%
Current World Anchor Analysis
World Anchor — 464
Required World Anchor — 35
Meta-Luck — 34.2
“You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted this massive cock” she gushed. “You were being so nasty earlier. Punishing me like that, leaving me unsatisfied, and then that stunt you pulled at the table. I should…” she licked it again. “I should detain you for your transgression. Keep you in my private custody.”
“Oh, and what would my punishment be?”
She let out a wicked little laugh. “Satisfying me until I cum every single day.”
Her lips wrapped around my throbbing meat and I felt her tongue against the underside of my cock, massaging it lovingly, savouring it. She looked up at me as she began slowly bobbing it up and down.
“That’s it Amelia, suck my cock. Yes!” I groaned.
Her eyes twinkled with joy as she inhaled my cock like a fucking slut smoothly taking the top half in and out of her mouth. Nobody that would look at her now could ever claim that she had a dry spell for two decades. This was a Knockturn Alley whore that screamed her lungs out as every random stranger with a galleon to toss could fuck and empty himself inside her.
“This is the best!” She gushed. “You— your father had nothing on this, Harry! Absolutely fucking nothing!” I could really sense her resentment towards James.
She began sucking my dick again, sliding her eager tongue on my sperm-filled nut, before taking my dick into her mouth again. She brought her palm up to my sack, massaging my spit-covered balls in one hand. She was really, really into this.
Meanwhile —
Gained affinities from World Anchor — Amelia Bones
Runecraft +11%
“Who would’ve thought?” I asked, as I held her head and kept her slobbering all over my cock. “DMLE Director, Regent Bones, kneeling before someone half her age and swallowing his cock. Behind all that seriousness, all that superiority, you’re just a repressed slut, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you, and fuck you so hard that you can’t sit upright.”
Amelia only moaned and kept sucking.
Grabbing her by her hair, I stood up and dragged her across the room. She followed, forced to crawl on her hands and knees, but her lips held onto my cock for dear life. I sat down upon the chair — her chair, with her kneeling on her knees, vigorously sucking my dick. I watched as she reached behind her back, and unsnapped her bra for me. Her breasts jumped forward slightly, as the fabric loosened, and she tossed the fabric aside, exposing her large tits to me.
Her eyes met mine, and she pulled off her mouth with a pop.
There was no glib remark. No cocky smirk. The spark in her eyes told me what she wanted next.
“Do you like big tits, honey?” she asked, squeezing her own breasts, the soft flesh pouring through her fingers.
“Very much so,” I said.
“Ever been with someone this big?”
“No… none of them,” I said, enraptured.
She smiled, and raised herself up on her knees, and placed her breasts on my abdomen, the tanned and smooth skin now enveloping my cock. I grabbed her perky tits, and began titty-fucking her, my swollen cockhead hitting her chin as she tried to unsuccessfully land it into her mouth.
“You like that?” she asked. “Then you’re going to like this even more.”
And she stood up, bending over, letting me watch her udders bouncing against each other as she reached down, slipped her fingers into her panties and tugged them down, letting them fall to the floor. She moved in to straddle me, as I relaxed into her chair, her hands on my chest.
And then she let herself sink down upon my shaft.
“.... Shit!” She hissed, closing her eyes and sighing in pleasure. Her pussy was tight as hell. If I didn’t know better, I’d claim that her two decades of dry spell had regrown her virginity. I tensed as my cock slid deeper and deeper into her clenching pussy, my hands on her hips, gripping her soft skin as she took over half my length, helping her along.
“Big!” She murmured. “Fuck! You have no idea how bad I needed a big cock like this in me. All these years, sometimes I hoped for some brave soul to just grab me and have his wicked way with me in my office. Make me feel how it's like to take a fat cock all over again. Who knew it’d take James Potter’s son to remind me of what I loved so much?”
She grabbed my neck with her hands, and pushed herself deeper. I had imagined that I had hit rock-bottom with a few inches left outside of her, but she pushed herself deeper. “No, I’ll have it all. I’m no quitter! If those sluts you fuck around can take this, I can do better!”
She angled her hips so she could find more space inside, and forced herself down, and somehow, as her arse came to rest against my balls, she took my entire weapon inside up to the root, and screamed in ecstasy. She ground against me, her cunt flexing around my cock, her tightness driving me crazy and I fought against cumming right away.
“You like it, huh?”
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “With a cock this magnificent, no wonder you’re so cocky. You came in wanting to make the DMLE your hunting dog. I suppose you wanted the Director to be your bitch.”
I laughed, and pushed her up, only to let her weight drop her down on my cock again.
“Ughh!” Amelia groaned, as we started to work up a slow rhythm, meeting my rhythm with her own, driving down into me as I pushed her up. Her arms entwined around my neck, her breasts rubbing against my chest and slapping against my mouth.
“Ah! Yes! Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me like a whore! Make me your bitch!”
“My bitch, huh? I don’t think you can manage that.”
“I— I can!” She panted.
“Hah! In that case, choose a safeword.”
“Lily.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Why Lily?”
“Because I’m not saying her fucking name while you fuck the shit out of me,” Amelia replied, her chest heaving with excitement, eyes filled with need and lust.
I grinned, then grabbed a fistful of her hair, and kissed her roughly. “Alright then.”
I was hardly a stranger to rough sex. Narcissa and Hermione in particular, had a kink for it. Hestia too, but her tastes lay more along chains and punishment and reveling in pain than actual fucking. Amelia’s body was closest to Narcissa, sexual appeal forged by strength. I could learn to play this body like a freaking guitar.
I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, before I pushed her against the table, and dove into her succulent pussy. I licked at her thighs, savouring the taste of her pussy before assaulting her slick folds and engorged clitoris with a savage intensity that had her all but screaming in pleasure within the first minute. Amelia still hadn’t come down from her first climax and I could tell the second was bearing down on her like a dump truck with no breaks rolling down a steep slope. Then it crashed into the sexy vixen, and she nearly suffocated me with her luscious thighs as I continued to devour her.
“Holy Mother of Merlin!” Amelia yelled.
I was high on her juices and the sound of her moans now. Rock hard, ready to go and filled with raw desire to breed this marvellous specimen of a woman.
I lifted her other leg over my shoulder, and pushed her over her table completely, now grabbing her hips and looking down at her naked form as she lay on the very desk she did her daily job. Her chest heaved, her udders moving up and down like waves in the sea. I smacked her playfully on her arse and watched her give me a sensual, primal look.
She wanted me.
It was time to give it to her.
With one thrust, I sheathed myself completely inside her pussy, growling in pleasure at her warmth as she squeezed my cock. I pulled almost all the way out before shoving it back effortlessly and she let out a loud moan. Then I started thrusting like an animal in heat.
The night was warm, even with the weather monitoring charms around. Adding in the heat from our bodies and the intensity of our rutting, I could see sweat run down my chest as i ploughed into her now well-fucked cunt without reprieve. Amelia’s hair was matted with sweat as she clung to the table like her life depended on it, moaning non-stop and growling with pleasure as I bottomed out inside of her with each hard, savage thrust.
I felt my first climax build up and instinctively slowed down to prolong the pleasure, but something in my brain clicked, and I started hammering into her. Faster and faster I went, and my orgasm hit hard, and I hilted myself deep inside her and despite cumming, I kept fucking her. My cock was hard as rock as I kept plunging into her, my seed seeping out of her folds and running down her thighs and mixing with her own juices. Between magic and Natural Demon, I had endless stamina. My erection never wavered.
I pushed her over and made her rest on her breasts, and renewed my slamming. Amelia accepted me willingly, egging me on with curses, moans, growls and words, encouraging me to use her like a whore.
Another orgasm hit, and I filled another load inside her pussy, and kept pumping anyway. Our naked flesh slapped together into the deep of the night, as we locked ourselves in the most frantic and savage sex of my life.
“I love you!” Amelia managed to gasp out between her moans of pleasure, as I filled her for the fourth time. “I love your cock! I love the way you fuck me! I am never letting you go!”
And with that came another notification.
World Anchor — Amelia Bones has gone up by 14%
Gained affinities from World Anchor — Amelia Bones
Runecraft +1%
Psychomancy +3%
I let out a soft groan and fell upon her delectable body, wiping away the tangle of hair from her face as I lay above her, squashing her between myself and the hard stone table. Her pussy clenched and trembled as my half-erect cock lay in its confines. The scent of the room was overpowering with sex and sweat, but neither of us seemed to mind.
“Never let me go, huh?” I asked, breathing hard. “Does that mean we’re partners now, DMLE Director?”
She chuckled. “Upon one condition.”
“Which is?”
She twisted her head slightly, just enough to be able to meet my eyes. “That you don’t fuck me this hard everyday. I’d never be able to do a damn thing.”
I snorted.
Comments
Jordan Lopez
So damn hot. Makes me want to go out into the world and find me an Amelia to devour
