Hedwig opened the door to her cage, expecting to find a pizza delivery boy there with delicious bacon-covered pizza. What she found instead was just as hot.
Standing just outside her cage was a nervous and sweaty Hagrid, draped in ropes and chains, and covered in honey. Ready to be consumed.
Hedwig licked her beak and shuffled Hagrid inside, chuckling lightly at the idea of her neighbors seeing a hint of what was going to happen tonight.
She turned on her heel to flash Hagrid with her most demure smile. He smiled back, a spark in his eye not quite of nerves, not quite of excitement. Even he didn't know what was in store for him. The secret was solely in Hedwig's dirty, dirty mind. She walked sexily over to the stereo and turned it on with a flick of her wing. Porn music of the most stereotypical sort started playing loudly, vibrating the whole cage, and causing the sensitive spot between her legs to tighten reflexively. It was going to be a long night.
Walking slowly over to Hagrid, she looked him up and down twice before smiling and taking the ropes in wing and leading him over to the bed. She not-so-gently pushed him down upon the bed and looked him in the eye just long enough to see the slight shock before firmly tying the ropes to the bed posts. He was a bit too big for the snow white owl's bed but the pain induced would only emphasize the night's games.
And would there be games.
Feeling the beat of the porn music internally, she came into Hagrid's view, licked the tips of her wings and reached down below her navel to slowly caress her now moist entrance. Rubbing her hole in circles and moaning, she sharply took in a breath as she forced it to expand to accommodate the length of her wing. Slowly pushing in and out, in and out, in and out, she closed her eyes.
"Hoo-oo."
Her wings now covered with the fruit of her labor, Hedwig raised her gaze to rest upon the shuddering giant and gently licked one feather at a time, sucking lightly on each, enjoying the taste of her own body.
Hagrid convulsed and looked embarrassed.
Following his eyes, Hedwig slowly traced the length of his body with her golden eyes, finally reaching the thing piquing his interest. He was already a good deal more than half-hard, and that simply wouldn't do for tonight.
Reaching her toy box in the corner, she swiftly retrieved a whip and set about marking him as her own.
Whoosh. You are mine. You will give in. Whooosh. You will break. Whoosh. I will mend you.
One stroke this way, another that way. As he cringed in pain, Hedwig remembered the irony of that sweet honey burning in the breaks resulting from the whip. She laughed in her throat and set about another set of strokes, this time on his still-protruding cock. A couple by whip. Then a few hundred more by wing.
Mm. When Hagrid was nearly passing out because of all the blood in his body relocated to a specific part of his body, Hedwig nipped him on the tip, raising a shriek of pain from him at last. Finally.
Reveling in her power, Hedwig bit his bits and took him in the beak before he could protest. Setting about sucking in a mechanical pattern, she lifted her wing to his chamber of secrets and pushed in without any warning, causing Hagrid's body to convulse and her beak to suddenly be overflowing with a Patronus.
As she wiped her mouth with her other wing, Hagrid lay, panting softly.
"You are a kinky one, aren't ya?"
Hedwig swooped over once more. That was just the beginning.
There was a knock on the door, starling Hedwig and her thoughts.
She rushed over and opened it. Errol was standing there, holding a pizza, dressed in nothing but a thong.
"Room for one more?" he hooted.