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Tenebrae Et Lux Chapter 3 (Old Chapter Unlocked For All Patrons)
🕑 Added 2023-06-23 17:40:12 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Bondage, Caning, Masochism, Teasing, Rough, Deflowering.
Wednesday grinned as she was finally cornered in an upstairs bedroom of the delightfully dilapidated shack she had been running through. She slowly turned around to face her predator, trying and failing to look afraid. Unlike most prey, she wanted to be chased. She wanted to be caught, pinned down, and devoured.
There was just something about Harry Potter that drew her to him like a moth to a flame.
She slowly backed away from his large frame, an impish smile on her face. “Looks like you’ve caught me, sir,” she teased when her legs hit the bed. “Guess I’m yours,” she breathed, her pulse quickening as Harry closed the distance between them.
“Guess you are.” Harry reached out and wrapped an arm around her slender waist, dragging her tiny body into his embrace. “Mine,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling her pale skin.
Wednesday shuddered in his arms, biting her lip to stifle the embarrassing moan that threatened to escape her throat.
Most people thought she despised companionship and romance. They thought wrong. While it was true that the idea of traditional romantic gestures and norms made her nauseous… she had also grown up in the shadow of her parents.
A part of her craved the love and devotion she saw on display day in and day out, but if there was one thing she had learned from her parents it was that her affection, devotion, and submission had to be earned by the right person. A person who wanted her for who she was, not who they wanted her to be.
And Harry Potter was doing a damn fine job of proving just that.
The thought of finally meeting a partner worthy of her devotion caused a trickle of arousal to seep out of her virgin pussy. She whimpered as Harry grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs apart, the tangy aroma of her juices hanging heavy in the air around them.
“Wednesday.”
The way he growled her name sent a shiver down her spine. He flipped her around, an arm wrapping around her slender waist and pulling her back to his chest before she could escape. The straps of her bra scraped against her soft skin as he dragged them down her arms. The flimsy lace fabric fluttered to the floor, her firm breasts gently bouncing as they sprang free.
“Do you think I’m going to fuck this now?” Harry asked in a whisper, caressing her dripping slit.
A pleasant haze had settled over her mind the minute his hand pushed between her parted legs. “Hmm?” Wednesday hummed distractedly. Her attention was completely focused on his calloused fingers tracing the slick petals that guarded her womanhood.
SMACK!
Wednesday felt the sting of the slap to her pussy deep within her core. She doubled over in Harry’s arms, gasping for breath.
Harry shoved her onto the bed, the rough treatment causing a gush of arousal to seep out of her aching core. Her lover was sweet, sentimental, and unfailingly kind, but there was a delightfully ravenous darkness within him that she loved to feed during their sessions. All it took was a tiny encouraging push from her and he slipped into Domspace, turning into her strict dominant.
“Pay attention when I speak,” Harry growled. He grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. He lifted her right leg off the bed and bent it at the knee, pressing her ankle against her thigh and securing the two together with a piece of rope conjured from his wand. Her left leg got the same treatment, bound in place using rough hemp ropes. Her soles were now pointing up in the air instead of resting on the bed, the entire weight of her lower body supported by her poor knees. “Do you think I should fuck you now?”
“I think my answer doesn’t matter, sir,” Wednesday murmured, shifting her hands to ensure she didn’t lose her precariously maintained balance. She desperately tried to keep her composure, determined not to let Harry realize just how much his actions affected her. Unable to help herself, she added cheekily, “But I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention how slow you are. No wonder it took you seven years to defeat that incompetent megalomaniac,” she teased, swaying as she wiggled her ass playfully.
“Careful, Miss Addams,” Harry said, his voice low and dangerous. He quietly padded over to grab the thin wooden cane resting in one corner of the room.
“Or what?” Wednesday challenged. “You’ll cuddle me as punish-”
The cane swished through the air, the loud CRACK when it made contact with her firm ass echoing around the room.
“HARRY!” Wednesday screamed. Her eyes flew open in shock, the pleasant haze surrounding her mind evaporating, then returning with a vengeance. Her ass was on fire, a pain unlike any other she’d felt before radiating from the long red welt that had formed on her unnaturally pale skin. A sob built up in her throat, spilling out along with tears when his thumb roughly traced the long bruise on her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, princess, I didn’t quite catch that last bit,” Harry murmured calmly, daring her to be cheeky again. He shifted the cane lower, lazily tapping her unblemished skin with it.
Wednesday had never been one to shirk from a challenge.
“Pay attention when I speak,” Wednesday threw his own words back at him breathlessly. She braced herself for the next strike. She did not have to wait too long.
CRACK!
Harry brought the cane down on her ass with enough force to leave another parallel welt on her ass a few inches below the first one.
“SIR!” Wednesday screamed, her shriek echoing around the room. Tears streamed down her cheeks, washing away the last of her eyeliner. Her face was a hodgepodge of tears, mascara, and dried cum. She flicked her tongue to the corner of her lips, lapping up a dollop of cum stubbornly clinging to her skin. She rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the salty taste.
“What’re you doing, Miss Addams?”
“Well, sir,” Wednesday drawled, drawing out the title. There was nothing in the world she enjoyed more than toying with him, then suffering her hard-earned consequences. “Since you’re being so slow, I had to take matters into my own hands. I’m just a poor girl trying to get your seed in my belly,” Wednesday teased, demonstrating remarkable resilience. Most girls in her position would have stopped sassing their dominant, overcome by the combination of pain and Subspace.
Harry ignored her teasing. “What’s your safeword?”
Wednesday chuckled darkly. “I-if you think… if you think I’m going to need to safeword after-”
CRACK!
“MURDER! Murder is my safeword!” Wednesday whined, her legs trembling helplessly under the ropes binding them in place. Her mind went blank, overloaded with pain and a strangely blissful floaty sensation. The pain finally pushed the masochist deep into Subspace, stripping away her bratty tendencies. Suddenly all she cared about was obeying him, a feeling entirely foreign to her.
If she didn’t have her visions to guide her, the almost supernatural hold he had on her would have terrified the crap out of her. She didn’t have the greatest luck when it came to men after all. But even visions of a happy marriage and a delightfully terrifying family weren’t enough to prevent her body from trembling with fear as she awaited his next move.
Harry had put much more force into the final strike than the initial two, leaving an enormous welt right in the middle of her ass, in between the ones he had created previously.
“Do you find this arousing, Wednesday?” Harry teased. He shifted one end of the cane between her legs, the thin wooden rod pushing between her slick pussy lips. He rotated it slowly, letting the arousal dripping from her wet slit coat its surface. Although he had framed it as a question, it was obvious to anyone with eyes (and a nose) just how aroused she was.
He wanted to hear her admit it, Wednesday realized, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Unfortunately, her inner brat chose that moment to make a reappearance and she slowly bucked her hips, choosing to rub her pussy against the cane instead of answering.
It will be a cold day in hell before I give you the satisfaction-
CRACK!
While the strike was softer than the previous one, it was delivered precisely to her throbbing core.
“When I ask you a question, Miss Addams, I expect an answer,” Harry said coldly. He pulled the cane away from her pussy, striking the soles of her feet in quick succession.
Wednesday moaned loudly, her pussy gushing uncontrollably. “Yes, sir!” She sobbed as she collapsed onto the bed, her hands no longer able to support her. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her tiny chest heaved as she gasped for breath.
Wednesday tensed in anticipation of the next strike, but it didn’t come. Instead, she heard the bed creak after a minute, the mattress sinking under Harry’s weight behind her. The ropes binding her legs fell away and she sighed in relief as she was finally allowed to rest her sore legs on the bed.
Harry grabbed her pigtails and pulled her limp body flush against his bare chest, his eyes fixed on the gentle bounce of her creamy mounds. Harry slowly reached out with his hands to grab her pert breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to lazily knead her breasts.
“My little hellcat,” Harry teased, chuckling at her shameless mewls. She had finally lost all control. The masochistic submissive she worked so hard to keep under wraps and under control was finally free and out to play. And all she wanted to do was please the man who took such good care of her. “You’re mine, aren’t you Wednesday?”
“Body and soul,” Wednesday pledged. Her heart was a shriveled, useless thing, not a worthy offering for him. But the rest… the rest was his.
His hand pushed between her slick thighs, fingers gently caressing her bruised lips. Wednesday groaned at the sudden throb of pain from the increased pressure. “Who does this belong to?” Harry asked, toying with her.
“You, sir,” Wednesday breathed. The tension coiling in the pit of her stomach grew with every passing second and a part of her was afraid she’d explode before his cock got anywhere near her aching core.
“Correct.” Wednesday blushed at his amused chuckle. She growled and squirmed helplessly in his arms, trying to fight the overwhelming desire to be a good girl for Harry Potter. “Do you think I should fuck it? Have you earned that privilege, princess?”
The snarky retort she thought up in her head died before it even reached her lips. What emerged instead was a needy whine, followed by an equally needy and quiet, “Please!”
“There’s no shame in submission, Wednesday,” Harry whispered. His lips gently caressed her red face, kissing away the tears staining her skin.
Wednesday nodded and spread her legs further for him. He was right of course, but she’d never admit it to him. She wasn’t ashamed. In that moment, all she felt was pride. He had earned her submission, earned the right to see her at her most vulnerable.
“Mine,” Harry whispered, grabbing the base of his throbbing manhood. He slowly guided his tip to her pussy, kissing her to drown out the quiet shriek when he split her stinging lips with his girth.
“Yours,” Wednesday echoed against his lips. She bore down on his shaft, her walls aching as they stretched to accommodate him. Her virgin pussy was unaccustomed to anything thicker and longer than her fingers. She suspected she wouldn’t have been able to take him at all had it not been for her arousal coating his length and easing his way in.
Harry paused when his tip pushed against her intact hymen, giving her a minute’s reprieve to catch her breath.
The burning in her core subsided to a pleasant ache, the tension in her belly building up to unbearable levels. She was going to explode and she was determined to take him over the edge with her.
“Last chance to back out,” Harry murmured, kissing her shoulder. “Are you sure you want this?” His voice was shy, so very different from the confident and in-control dominant he had been just moments ago.
She didn’t need a clear mind to pick up on the question he left unasked.
Was she sure she wanted him?
She answered it by grabbing his thighs for leverage and forcing herself down on the shaft, letting it impale her. “Yes,” she moaned, a fresh wave of tears leaking out of her eyes as his cock tore through her hymen and plunged deep into her belly. “Yes, I do,” she whispered breathlessly.
Virgin no more, she thought as she felt the trickle of blood flow down her thigh. She slowly lowered herself on his cock, struggling to take the entirety of his length. Her walls screamed in protest as they were stretched to their limits yet she kept soldiering on, ignoring the dull throbbing in her core.
“Patience,” Harry whispered, grabbing her hips once he was halfway inside her. He stopped her from going any further, making sure her body had the time it needed to adjust to his girth. “We have all the time in the world,” he murmured, taking over from the inexperienced girl. His grip on her hips kept her in place while his free hand made its way between her spread legs. His fingers traced her stinging labia, drawing a quiet hiss from her lips. He kept going, locating her clit and giving the sensitive nub the gentlest of pinches.
“S-sir,” Wednesday moaned breathily, bucking her hips in an effort to bear down on his cock. He felt so so good, yet his denial of further pleasure was an exquisitely pleasurable torture all by itself.
“Hush darling,” Harry murmured. He slowly pulled her down on his cock, at a pace entirely unacceptable to the needy girl. “As I said, we have all the time in the world,” he murmured, lazily massaging her clit.
No we don’t! I’m going to-
“Haaaary!” Wednesday moaned wantonly. The orgasm surprised her unprepared body, the coil of tension in her belly exploding without warning. Thick dribbles of her juices dripped from her stretched pussy and splashed onto the bed below, staining the pristine white sheets. She was gasping for breath, had lost all control over her body and her tongue and he wasn’t even fully sheathed inside her.
The humiliation of her current situation was surprisingly just as arousing as everything else he was doing to her.
Harry waited for her pussy walls to stop clamping and fluttering around his length before he continued his lazy push inside her, slowly driving the girl crazy with lust.
“Please…” Wednesday begged, her breathing ragged.
Harry pinched her clit and roughly twisted the nub, drawing a loud moan from her lips. “Please what, Wednesday?”
“Please fuck me,” Wednesday mumbled, helplessly grinding against him for relief.
“I couldn’t hear you,” Harry growled, scraping her clit with his nail.
The sharp sting sent a jolt racing up her spine, destroying the last shred of self-control she had stubbornly held onto.
“Please fuck me!” The embarrassed girl moaned loudly despite the heavy blush coating her cheeks. “Please,” Wednesday whispered, seeing stars as Harry slowly sheathed himself inside her. Wednesday watched her the tiny bulge in her stomach through half-lidded eyes, her mind gloriously blank.
Harry didn’t bother with gentleness or a gradually increasing pace. He pulled out of her until only his tip remained in her tight pussy. He lulled her into a false sense of security before ramming back into her with as much force he could muster, his girth roughly stretching out her walls.
“Please… Please… PLEASE!” Wednesday moaned, squirming helplessly in Harry’s arms as he effortlessly kept up the pace, driving the girl wild with his slow, deep thrusts. That, combined with his lazy massage of her clit meant that she was close to another orgasm within minutes, but this time she was determined to pull him over the edge with her.
She didn’t have to work too hard. Harry was barely holding on. His breathing was ragged and he was seeing stars with every insistent flutter of her tight walls. They massaged his shaft with every thrust, trying to milk him for his seed.
“Cum in me,” Wednesday demanded in a low growl, reaching back with a shaky hand to slowly fondle his balls. She rolled the cum-engorged orbs between her fingers, applying the barest hint of pressure. The unexpected groan spilling from his lips let her know she was on the right track and she increased the speed and intensity of her massage, both lovers holding onto each other for dear life as they tumbled over the edge.
“W-Wednesday!” Harry groaned, the tension building up in the pit of his belly and his balls seconds away from exploding. “Fuck, you feel so good!” he moaned as he came. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, peppering her sweaty skin with kisses as his throbbing manhood painted her walls with rope after rope of his cum, slowly filling her up with his warm seed.
The warmth slowly spreading through her core destroyed what little resolve she had left and she came with a loud moan, squirting all around the cock splitting her in two.
They held each other for what felt like eternity, both trying to catch their breaths and hold onto the fuzzy afterglow of post-orgasmic bliss.
I could get used to this, Wednesday thought, groaning in disappointment as Harry pulled her free off his softening cock and gently laid her exhausted body onto the bed below. The emptiness in her core felt wrong, unnatural.
He belonged within her, filling her womb with his seed. She closed her eyes, another vision of her presenting their daughter with her first knife flashing through her mind.
The loud creak of the mattress as Harry slumped down on the bed next to her pulled her free from the vision of their future before she could get too carried away. She struggled playfully as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her tired body on top of his before wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace.
She fit perfectly on top of him. It was quite unfair, Wednesday decided, the way her tiny body could easily rest on top of his large frame. In the past, such size differences had made her feel quite murderous. The possessors of the large bodies had, without fail, been patronizing idiots who thought they were better and more powerful than her simply because of their size.
Harry could easily snap her like a twig if he wanted to. Of that, there was no doubt. She even suspected it would be a strangely enjoyable and interesting death. But he treated her like his equal while making it clear she was to be his submissive and the perfect dichotomy of the two realities caused a strange feeling to flutter in her chest.
Maybe it was the bloody cardiac anomaly finally coming to claim her mortal vessel.
Or, the voice in her head sounded suspiciously like Enid. You’re just nervous because you like him.
Shut up, Wednesday scolded herself, her fingers lazily caressing the firm muscles of Harry’s chest. She traced a pale scar, trying to ignore the ember of concern in the back of her mind at the wound’s location. It was far too close to his heart for comfort.
A gentle tug to her pigtails pulled her free from her reverie. She stretched languidly, peering up at her lover through her thick lashes.
“You look like a very content cat,” Harry teased, chuckling tiredly.
“You should have seen the cat costume Enid forced me into for a silly race,” Wednesday murmured. She lazily ran her nails down his chest, her eyes glowing with satisfaction at his quiet hiss. She had sharp claws and it would be beneficial for their relationship if he learned early on that she wasn’t afraid to use them.
“Cat costume?” Harry asked hoarsely, his cock twitching against her thigh as the image of his hellcat dressed in black kitty ears and a collar bearing his name coaxed it back to life. “Do you still have it?”
“No,” Wednesday lied. Like all gifts from her best friend, the silly costume she’d made her wear all those years ago was safely tucked away in the back of her closet. She felt a twinge of guilt at the lie, which she ruthlessly suppressed.
“What were you thinking about?” Harry asked, changing the subject.
“We should have a formal arrangement,” Wednesday said, responding to his question without directly answering it. She found the thought of lying to him to be strangely uncomfortable, but there was no reality in which she would admit to him that she had been worried about the old wounds scattered across his chest and give him (the entirely mistaken) impression that she was a sentimental sap who was concerned about his well-being.
“A formal arrangement?”
Wednesday flushed at the rumble of laughter echoing below her.
“What sort of formal arrangement, princess?” Harry asked before she could speak, his eyes sparkling.
“One where you do not see other girls. In exchange, you can use me whenever and wherever you desire,” Wednesday murmured, resting her head back down on his chest. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the steady THUMP of his heart. She drew strength from it, forging ahead with her demand, “We can also spend time together outside detention. If you want.”
“Are you asking me out, Wednesday Addams?”
Notes:
Honestly, this story and this ship is something I had no idea I needed until I started writing it. Harry and Wednesday work perfectly in a romantic setting, contrasting and complimenting each other, bringing out the best in each other. Chapters 4 and 5 are already out, Chapter 6 will be published soon! Use the tag 'Tenebrae Et Lux' to access all chapters if you want to read them. I hope you're loving reading this story as much as I am writing it.
