N/A: This is my first ever fanfiction, so any kind of reviews will be appreciated! Stricly not suitable for anyone not of age! Set in 1990.
I obviously do not own anything about Harry Potter, and I am not making money on this, it is strictly a way for me to unleash my naughty side.
Chapter 1.
As I entered the magnificent castle of Hogwarts for the first time, I couldn't help but feeling a bit different. Almost tainted. I was a beautiful, blond, pale and green eyed witch the age of eleven at the time, as innocent as a sleeping doll. Yet, I knew what I would grow up to be. Back then, the thought of my future self seemed to me the most vulgar and wretched thing in the world. If I only had known then, what pleasures my motley family genes would bring me..
For you to fully understand what made me hate my inheritance at the time, I have to tell you about how my mother and father met. My father is an English wizard, specializing in different magical beings around the world. At a field trip in Norway, he came across the typical Norwegian wicked wood nymphs, whose speciality it is to lure handsome young men into the mountains, to dwell there forever, and act as the sex slaves of the nymphs. Of course, one of these nymphs tried to lure my father into the mountain, him being a handsome young man, and her wanting to get laid. She had not anticipated, however, my father being a wizard. He easily captured her, took her to the cabin he had lent from a flustered Norwegian farmer, who could not understand why anyone would want to have a holiday in the dark, cold and windy mountain range, and started reading up on wood nymphs.
"The wicked wood nymphs of Norway have an enormous, almost animal-like lust for sex. In former times, many a young man hunting or herding in the mountains, suddenly found himself in the company of a being so beautiful, and emitting such a powerful aura of sex, that he simply wandered into the mountains with her, willingly, at the thought of hundreds of hours in her company, never to be seen again. Very few muggles could resist the charm of the nymphs, and after a while, the number of men lost in the mountains became so big, muggle men simply stopped utilising the mountains for food or recreation.
The lack of male slaves has starved out almost all the nymphs in Norway, and those that are still alive, have become reckless in there desperation for wood nymphs are easy to identify by their long tail, almost like the tail of a cow, their blond, big hair, their big, pleading eyes, and by the enormous erection you will get from looking at, or being in the presence of them.
If you manage to catch a nymph, which will be quite easy as a wizard, simply throw a silver knife above her head. She will lose her tail, and be bond to you forever"
Well, I really don't have to explain what my father did next, do I? He had the most desirable woman he had ever seen at his command from that point on.
Luckily, I was born without the tail, and I also turned out to have inherited my father's magical abilities, but apart from that, I was my mother in miniature. As long as I can remember, men grouped around me like horny dogs.
And then, I was sent to Hogwarts.
My parents had explained to professor Dumbledore about my rare genetic makeup, that they honestly didn't know what would happen to me when I reached my puberty, and that they would like it very much if as few people as possible knew about my mother being a wood nymph. Dumbledore promised that only two people needed know about it. Himself, and the very adept potions master at Hogwarts, Professor Severus Snape, in hope that the latter would concoct a potion to make me less desirable, should it prove necessary.
This is how I came to hate Snape. Every single time he saw me, he smirked an evil smile. He had undoubtedly read the same passage of "Beings with feelings" as my father had the time he captured my mother. Every potions class, he made some snide remark about half-breeds, looking at me with his dark, stony eyes.
Apart from this, everything went well for me at Hogwarts, I had good friends, and I excelled in every subject. Until I reached my fifth year, that is. The same year the famous Harry Potter began at Hogwarts, my inner nymph burst out.
I awoke one morning, in the cool dormitory of the Ravenclaw tower. I could tell it was quite early, and I didn't open my eyes as I thought about the dream I had, which involved a tall, dark and extremely handsome stranger telling me how much he desired me, and that he wanted to lock me in his dungeon and use me when he wanted, as the little slut I was. I blushed. My pussy was pounding, dripping, almost trembling, and my fingers had already found the wet softness in my sleep. I listened for sounds of the other girls in my dormitory, all was silent. This horniness was agonizing, I had never felt anything like it, just small punches of heat when I saw someone desirable. For some reason, the men that had invoked this feeling were always older than me, just like the man in the dream. I stifled a moan, then spread my legs, carefully, while my fingers started playing with my pussy. Suddenly, my left leg touched an unknown hand. I froze. Terrified, and if possible even hornier than before, I opened my eyes and looked down. Gwendolyn and Josie, two of the girls with whom I shared the bedroom, sat completely naked on the floor beside my bed, kissing each other passionately. Gwendolyn's one hand was stroking Josie's breasts, her other hand was on my leg, steadily making its way up. They noticed that I was awake, both with a rather blurry look in their eyes, grinning sheepishly.
"Morning, sleepy" , Josie said, and she climbed into my bed, lifting of my duvet, and spreading my legs even more. I said nothing. For one thing, I was utterly shocked of this behaviour. These two girls, whom I had always thought about as nothing else than hard working, serious girls, were soaking wet, I could see it dripping down their perfect, milky-white thighs, and Gwendolyn was now joining Josie, standing behind her on her knees, and gently inserting a finger into her pussy, while the other hand held her neck tightly, and she was saying in Josie's ear: "Lick her sweet pussy, Josie. I know you want to taste her, you horny little minx"
The other reason for me not speaking up against this outrageous behaviour, was that I was simply not able. I had never seen anything sexier, my nipples were stiff, I was sweating, my pussy was pounding with the force of seven horses, and my speech was lost as Josie smiled, turned her head to give Gwen a wet, hot kiss, and then dived for my pussy. She did not tease me the slightest, her tongue went right to my slit, licking me deep inside, moaning at the taste of me. I could see Gwen bending down, her face was soon hidden by Josie's tight, perfect round ass, and Josie became even more vigorous in her licking of me, as Gwen started licking her clit, fingering her tight pussy. Josie retreated from my slit, grinning at me before she licked my clit like a candy, round and round, two of her fingers was pounded inside me, and I let out a small scream as she sucked my clit hard, still licking it with that wonderful tongue of hers.
I felt myself starting to cum, I moaned loudly and pressed myself against her fingers, and as the waves of purest pleasure broke over me, I felt Josie twitch and scream, and I screamed to, and at that very moment, the door to our dormitory broke open, and a whole horde of boys fell onto the floor, all wearing that same, sheepish look on their faces. We had no time to cover ourselves up before a man came striding over the boys, smiling his evil grin, saying "Get dressed, Miss Edge. You are coming with me."
It was Snape. The last man I wanted to see.
