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Remus Lupin and School Full of Bitches (Ch.7) Rose Potter (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2022-10-21 23:34:36 +0000 UTC“See, don’t you look so much better now, Rosie?” Rose Potter heard Lavender Brown ask. “Much better than those horrible clothes you usually wear.”
Rose blushed as she appraised her new look in the mirror of the dorm she shared with her female classmates. Dormroom that was currently empty save for the two young women Rose would have preferred not to ask for help.
Sure, the two weren’t all bad, they weren’t Slytherins afterall, and no doubt there was a reason Sorting Hat placed Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil in Gryffindor, but Rose had little in common with the two, preferring to spend her time with Hermione and Ginny.
Alas, beggars can’t be choosers and Rose wasn’t exactly spoiled for choice when it came to this one particular subject.
Agh, fashion.
Ginny was a pretty woman, but she had always been too much of a tomboy to give beauty advice. Hermione didn’t even bother with her appearance beyond what was mandated by the expectations of her superiors, be they her parents or the teachers here at Hogwarts.
Rose loved both of them to bits, but in this case she had to seek outside help.
She was, after all, going to have a private lesson with Professor Lupin!
Warmth flooded Rose’s face as her eager imagination painted lurid pictures of her rapidly approaching lesson with Professor Lupin.
“Oh, look at her, she's blushing!” Parvati all but squealed with excitement. “Guess, even the mighty Girl-Who-Lived can get pre-date jitters.”
Rose scowled, turning to the two girls she chose to help her. The pair of wannabe fashionistas sat perched on their beds, their curious gazes levelled on Rose.
“It’s just a tutoring session.” Rose said lamely, barely believing her own words. “Just because Professor Lupin has a bit of a reputation, doesn’t mean anything.”
Rose knew Remus Lupin’s lust was not a mere product of student gossip. She’d seen with her own eyes the instrument of his lusts, though even now a part of her refused to believe what she’d seen.
Surely, there was no way they could be THIS big, right?
Lavender smiled and crossed her arms, drawing attention to her voluptuous breasts and generous cleavage she liked to display.
“Please, you are not that dumb.” Lavender gestured to Rose’s new outfil. “If you weren’t planning to seduce our dear hunk of a teacher, you wouldn’t have had us dress you up in slutty clothes fit for July, when it’s December outside.”
The blush on Rose’s face darkened. Her clothes were indeed a bit more revealing than what she usually wore. Sure her pleated skirt may have shown off her shapely pale thighs. And yes, the high hills and white thigh-high stockings may have played into the slutty school girl stereotype more than was strictly appropriate.
But Rose wasn’t a slut!
“No, not until Professor turns you into one.” Came the unbidden thought, as terrifying as it was alluring.
“Oooh, she has it bad.” Parvati giggled.
“Gagging for it.” Lavender nodded.
Both women gave her knowing looks.
“Shush, both of you.” Rose chided her classmates.
She tried to take a step forward, only slightly wobbling on a touch too high heels.
“Careful now.” Lavender warned with mock seriousness. “Wouldn’t want you to twist your ankles before Professor Lupin can push them behind your head and…”
Before Lavender could finish her sentence, Rose fled the room, her shoes in hand, sprinting downstairs and out of the Gryffindor common room.
She had a private lesson to ace.
XxXxX
Rose collapsed on a chair, cold sweat covering her body, exhausted and flush with frustration. The lesson did not go well.
She stared balefully at the chest containing the boggart Professor had captured for her. As much as Rose would have loved to appreciate the effort he put into their tutoring session, right now Rose just wished she could immolate the bloody creature and listen to its screams.
Alas, no matter how much she tried, the boggart without fail transformed into Dementor. After that it was only a matter of time before the dark creature’s aura of hopelessness got to her.
Crushing her feeble attempts at Expecto Patronum.
Rose hated it.
Hated the memories it drudged up to the surface.
Hated how weak and helpless it made her feel.
But most of all, Rose hated the fact that her golden opportunity to seduce Professor Lupin was going to waste.
Rose glanced at the mirror sitting in the corner of the room. It was small, but large enough for Rose to see her dishevelled appearance. Just great.
“What a sight I must be,” Rose thought glumly. “Instead of a mature and sexy young woman, I must look like some Knockturne Alley trollope who can’t even do a single simple spell right.”
Suddenly a cup appeared in the centre of Rose’s vision, interrupting her train of self pity. Its contents steamed in the cold air of the classroom, a delicious aroma quick to fill Rose’s lungs.
“Take it.” Professor told Rose. “I find that nothing works better after dementor exposure, than a cup of hot chocolate.”
She accepted the treat gratefully, welcoming its warmth and sweet goodness. Both were very much needed after a gruelling session combating even the pale imitation of a dementor's aura.
That’s how the next few minutes passed, just two people enjoying some hot coco as December snow continued to fall outside the classroom windows.
Then suddenly Rose became very aware of the Professor’s heavy gaze upon her. She matched him with her own stare.
“What?” She asked with mock innocence. “Is there something on my face?”
Professor smiled.
“Nothing. Just thinking about whom you resemble most - James or Lily.” He shrugged. “Can’t quite put my finger on it. You definitely inherited much from both.”
“Let me guess, I look just like my mother, except for my hair.” Rose rolled her eyes.
It was a sweet sentiment and one of the first things Rose learned about her parents, but really, she wanted more from someone who knew both of her parents well.
The less said about the raven’s nest that was her hair the better. It took her far too much of Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion to get them into something remotely presentable.
“No. No. Nothing like that.” Professor laughed.
The sound sent shivers down Rose’s spine and nice spry butterflies in her belly. It was a good laugh, deep and earnest and one that invited others to join in.
Rose wouldn’t mind hearing it more often.
“As true as that observation is,” Professor continued. “I was talking about your character more than appearance.”
“Oh?” Rose smiled coyly and crossed her legs. “And here I thought you liked how I looked. It takes time, you know, to look this good.”
She leaned forward, showcasing her sizable breasts. It was very nice to see her teacher’s eyes dart down to catch a glimpse of her goods. Excited thrill ran down her spine.
“What do you think, Professor?” Rose said, enunciating the last word.
Professor Lupin snorted.
“Lily. That sort of teasing was definitely right up her alley.” He shook his head, fond nostalgia apparent on his face. “And please, call me Remus. I’d like to think we are close enough to forego the titles.”
Rose blushed at the insinuation clear in the man’s tone. And yet she found the idea of calling the hunk before her anything but `Professor` anathema. It was far more fun to emphasise his power and authority over her.
“I thought James was the prankster.”
“He was,” Professor nodded. “When it came to things like sneaking a heap of dungbombs into the Slytherin common room or going out late at night to explore secret passages. Lily, however, liked the other kind of mischief.”
Rose saw Professor’s gaze move, examining her from the soles of her shoes to the top of her head, spending an inordinate amount of time on her thighs and bosom, yet concealed by the thin fabric of her clothes. Her skin crawled with anticipation for his attack. She wanted it, no needed it.
Professor knew that too, Rose could see amusement in his eyes. The bastard was not going to make it easy for her.
“Come on. Take me!” Rose thought with growing desperation.
The dementor’s chill was long banished by the hot chocolate, replaced by the growing heat of a healthy young woman. The warmth was pooling between her thighs, preparing her virgin pussy for deep dominant penetration.
Suddenly Professor leaned back and spread his legs wider, drawing Rose’s gaze down to his crotch. Her eyes followed the contours of his trousers before she saw-
Rose gasped, unable to stifle her reaction. No, her eyes were not lying to her, certainly not this time.
The Professor's massive bulge was plain to see. His cock, strained against the fabric of his trousers, eager to come out, emboldened by the proximity of a young fertile woman.
Rose swallowed, her mouth suddenly full of saliva. The Professor’s cock was simply enormous.
“Lily had the same look on her face when I first showed her.” Professor said, his voice rough and low and hungry in a way that was closer to a beast than man. “It didn’t take long for her to get used to it.”
Reluctantly, Rose tore her gaze away from the Professor’s pant’s covered cock. She looked him in the face, catching his eyes. Were…were they alway this gold?
THere was no mistaking the hungry expression in them. Or the implication in his words.
Implication….Rose almost laughed at the understatement. The man might as well have shouted that he’d fucked Rose’s own mother and cuckolded her father.
“Don’t think badly of your mother.” Profesor continued. “She was a woman of great libido. James, on the other hand…” He trailed off a touch awkwardly. “Not so much. When they started dating, well, I knew it was only a matter of time until Lily went looking for cock. Figured better be me than some stranger. Fucked my way into being your godfather.” Remus chuckled. “Did you know that?”
Rose didn’t. Her mind whirled from the revelation. She should have been disgusted, appalled, outraged. On behalf of her cuckolded father if nothing else. That’s what any good daughter would have felt.
Instead, the knowledge that her mother was her teacher’s slut only stoked the fires of lust in her wet cunt. She wanted him. Wanted this man before with a passion that only a fat cock could quench.
Quick as a cat, Rose straddled Professor’s lap. His cock, straining against its cloth confinement, was pressed against her ass cheeks. Her breasts, full and free from any bra, were smooshed on his broad chest. Rose smelled her teacher’s musk as their breath mingled together.
“No. I didn’t know that.” Rose purred, slowly grinding her hips against Professor’s crotch, enjoying the pleasurable friction it produced. “But it makes sense that mom would have good taste to spread her legs for you.”
Rose peppered small kisses along her teacher’s defined jawline.
“Sir, would you mind teaching this little slut everything you have done with her mother?” She asked in her best little girl voice.
XxXxX
“You are going to be the death of me.”
Remus grinned, any semblance of restraint gone, banished from his mind by the alluring visage before him.
He grabbed the young woman’s ass, her short skirt no obstacle at all. Remus gave her juicy buttocks a hearty squeeze, relishing in the throaty moan Rose made.
A loud SLAP filled the air of the room.
“You like that, don’t you little minx?” Remus growled as he played with Rose’s behind.
“Mmmm, Yes, sir.” Rose moaned, wriggling her cute little ass. “Harder, please!”
Remus attacked her lips, red and full, smashing his lips against hers in a rough kiss. The two became a tangle of flesh, lust, and vexing clothes that stood in the way. With every heartbeat, the two strayed further and further from human reasoning, reverting to primale beasts - slaves to an instict as old as humanity itself.
The urge to breed.
Soon, Rose parted her lips, letting in Remus’ tongue into her mouth for a duel of tongues. A duel that Remus won with no difficulty, dominating their kiss, dictating every aspect of it.
Both Remus and his student were healthy and flush with magic, but even they depended on oxygen. Their kiss stopped when the need for air overpowered lust animating them. The two broke their liplock, only a strand of saliva still connecting their lips.
“Wow.” Rose muttered, dazed from intense experience.
Remus grinned.
“Just you wait, you little slut.” He laughed and pinched Rose’s ass, drawing a delightful little yelp from her. “Lesson one on handling a big fucking cock. You want it nice and lubricated.”
Rose was a smart woman. Without further prompting she slid off Remus’ thighs and knelt on the floor, her eyes directly in front of his concealed dick.
Her hands darted forth and, quicker than Remus thought possible, unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out of its confines, its turgid flesh slapping Rose’s face and almost hiding it from Remus’ eyes.
For a moment all was quiet, save for Rose’s heavy breathing. Remus rubbed his cock on her face, getting his musk all over her nose. All the while his cock was growing even bigger, now it was no longer restrained.
Before Rose’s shocked eyes, his dick went from merely large to mind blowingly enormous.
Perfect for Remus’ needs, because it was precisely what he was planning to do. Blow Rose’s mind and forever ruin her for all other men. It wouldn’t do, after all, to let some substandard male come anywhere near the daughter of his two best friends.
“I…I can’t take it.” Rose said, fear and lust mixed in equal dosage. “It’s too big.”
Ordinarily, Remus would have just forced his cock in to dispel such silly notions from the young slut’s mind. But Rose was the closest thing to family Remus had left. She deserved a bit more grace.
Remus stood up and grabbed Rose’s chin, forcing her look into his eyes.
“Do you trust me?” He asked as gently as he could in this moment. His instinct screamed at him to simply this female and it was taking all his willpower to stave off that fateful moment.
Rose nodded, complete trust in her expression. For a briefest of moments, this made Remus feel like an old man taking advantage of an innocent young woman. The instant passed as quickly as it came.
“Then open your mouth, little girl.”
Rose’s thighs buckled as she came a little from the term of endearment debased and made filthy in this circumstance.
Slowly, Remus moved his cock and Rose’s mouth towards each other. Rose gagged as he finally took her oral virginity. Her tongue moved awkwardly, clumsily trying to lick the underside of his dick. It was just too large for her to handle and all that was left to her was simply take it.
Rose’s hands fell to her sopping wet pussy. Her nimble fingers delved deep as she started fingerfucking her cunt, trying and failing to match pace with Remus fucking her mouth.
Remus had no intention of stopping. It was simply to tight, too nice, too pleasurable to fuck Rose’s tight throat, slowly but surely deflowering first of her holes.
First but certainly not the last.
With each thrust Remus picked up the pace and before long his balls were slapping against Rose’s chin. He never broke eye contact, delighting in the way fog of lust and ecstasy of pleasure clouded the familiar bright green eyes.
Drool dripped onto the stone floor, while Rose’s ruined make up was slowly making its way down her face. So quickly Rose went from a darinly dressed school girl to a fucked up slut.
And Remus hadn’t even fucked her pussy and ass yet!
XxXxX
Rose felt it. When the pleasure of her once virginal throat got too much for her dear old professor. His cock widened even further as a dose of delicious guey treat traveled down her throat.
Professor came, stream of his hot sement filling her stomach. Rose pinched her clit, desperate to reach the peak she felt right before her.
“Gurgglh.” Her moan of pleasure, stifled by the fat throbbing cock, only served to amuse Professor.
Slowly, he extracted his cock, letting the last spurts of his cum cover her tongue, her chest, her face.
Rose could only imagine how slutty she looked covered in her teacher’s seed.
She had only time to swallow her reward, before Professor grabbed her by the hair and roughly threw her on the neartes table. Rose landed on her back and only her internal magic prevented any bruises.
She glanced between her teacher’s powerful legs.
His cock was still hard and throbbing, twitching in the chilly air of the classroom, its tip dripping droplets of cum onto the floor.
A brief flash of despair overtook Rose as she watched all that cum being wasted. It didn’t last - not after her dear Professor slapped his cock on her pussy.
Rose arched her back and spread her thighs, eager to welcome her teacher’s beastly cock into her virginal pussy.
“Please, sir, fuck me.” Rose begged. “Defile me, rob me of my wretched purity, make me your eager whore, to serve your cock and bear your children!”
Rose had already lost her hymen due to all those quidditch practices, so they didn’t have to worry about blood.
She didn’t have to wait long for the response.
With one harsh move of his hand, Remus ripped off Rose’s panties, revealing her heated core to the cool air. The lips of her pussy parted like flower petals, dripping with nectar.
Remus moved his hips back, aimed his dick, and with all the slow inevitability of a glacier forced his cock into Rose’s cunt.
He moved slowly, letting Rose experience every bump and vein of his cock. It stretched her cunt to its limits, setting ablaze her nerves and flooding her system with the kind of pleasure that only a man’s cock could grant a woman.
That’s what Rose was now. A woman. His woman.
Finally, Remus filled Rose’s cunt, his cock planting a lewd kiss on the entrance to her womb.
It took all of Rose’s presence of mind to encircle her Professor’s lower back with her legs. He grabbed her hips and then started to fuck her in earnest.
There was nothing gentle or loving in their coupling. Only feral rutting of two animals. Remus’ thighs slapped against Rose’s cherry red ass as he fucked her with greater and greater force, slowly wrenching open the gates to her womb.
If it wasn’t for his secure grip on her hips, Rose was sure Professor would have fucked her right off the table.
The only thing Rose could do in this situation was try to milk release from Professor’s balls, squeezing her pussy tighter.
She had long lost control over her voice. Now nothing other whorish moans and pleas for rougher treatment came out her mouth.
Professor was all too happy to oblige.
One of his hands, his rough and calloused hands grabbed her breast, mauling and twisting her nipple. What should have brought her pain now only pleased her.
Finally with a rough thrust of his hips, Remus forced his cock into her womb, releasing what felt like gallons of his virile seed deep into her waiting core.
Rose could imagine millions of her teacher’s eager swimmers swarming her poor defenceless eggs, violating their boundaries and forcefully impregnating her with the Professor’s litter.
The image of her swollen with Remus Lupin’s children pushed Rose right over the edge.
She climaxed, her back arched, squirting her juices all over Professor’s crotch.
Then she simply lay there, limply, breathing deeply and relishing in the warmth of the Professor’s cum in her womb.
Suddenly, Remus Lupin grabbed her ass, his fingers dangerously close to her untouched anus.
He grinned down at her, his expression full of carnal hunger.
“We have one more hole left, slut.”
An insult brought fresh excitement to the deflowered woman.
Neither were aware of their audience.
