Chapter 11 - Didn't Expecto This, Dementor
rAuthor's Notes: A wee quickie to indulge a humoured thought of mine, ho ho ho.
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The chill curls through the air as tangibly as the mist, encroaching and unrelenting. Over the great plain of the field, the icy air spreads like venom, causing grass to wither and freeze, causing flowers to curl on themselves to a frozen end. Any other creature that inhabited this place has already fled, birds to the air and insects underground. Really, he should be gone too, but for the wizard lost in the night, there is no escape. He cannot apparate, cannot summon a broom, cannot invoke any swift retreat.
He is trapped in the cold, and the cold will keep him here.
As the darkness seems to intensify, as the cold slithers through clothes and skin to the very bone, the wizard staggers backwards with gasps of fear. Breathing seems harder with the cold, tingling and icy, and his breath comes out in fearful wisps of condensation. Eyes wide, alight with fear, he desperately holds his wand high as he maintains his retreat, the light emitting from it the only beacon in this empty field. He sweeps it to and fro, seeking out the chill's source, and when the light turns skyward, his heart seems to freeze in horror.
There, in the dark of the night comes a shadow as black as the void. Vaguely humanoid, the shrouded creature descends to the ground, hovering above the frozen ground. Covered entirely in sweeping black rags, face covered by a hood, the Dementor rears upwards, drawing in a ragged breath. An arm raises, and from the shadowed cloak emerges a hand. The skin is deathly pale, withered and skeletal, and the fingers are long claws. Even as he stares in horror, it points directly at him, and the spectre draws in another chilling breath.
He feels it, feels the cold slither through his body as a notion of despair beyond his fear builds in his mind. Keeping his wand on the creature, the wizard desperately tries to fight off the sickening swell of iciness inside of him. His mind buzzes, dazed by sudden and sharp recollections of dreadful memories, events he's long tried to forget. As he struggles, the Dementor closes in, breathing in deeply and gutturally. The other arm raises, and both deathly hands seem to be guided towards his throat. For every step he backs away, the wraith advances, always hovering, and it seems like it gives a ragged laugh.
Staring up at the shadow, nearly undone by the cold and despair, the wizard calls on the only defence he can. He forces up a thought of happiness, of hope and light. As his shaking hand aims the wand for the spectre, he thinks strongly upon this happy memory; the memory of a beautiful woman in a pristine lake, the lower half of her body a long fish-like tail. A mermaid with hair green as seaweed, eyes as bright as stars, who smiles radiantly as she cups E-cup breasts. The peachy masses jiggle enticingly in her hands, and as her fingers squeeze into them, the unmistakable white sheen of milk oozes from her pert nipples-
The thought swells through his mind, and as he thinks of mermaid tits, the wizard cries: "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
The glow of his wand, once a ray of yellowish light, suddenly intensifies to a white flare. From the tip bursts a silvery ghost-like stallion, a mighty horse of magical energy that charges the approaching Dementor. In an instant, the shadowy beast is forced back by the glow, and as the stallion canters onwards, the chill and despair are replaced by warmth and hope. The wizard gasps as he finds himself breathing freely, feels the cold leave his bones. Against all odds, his memory of that beautiful mermaid has saved him, and he is left basking in positivity as he gazes upwards, following the shine of his Patronus as it-
His jaw drops.
The light emanating from his spell has the Dementor's robes billowing wildly, and suddenly a section of the shrouds around its chest are blown back. All too suddenly, the pale swell of massive breasts appear amidst the pitch blackness, jiggling wildly as the wraith swayed. Unlike the skeletal hands, her tits seem smooth and voluptuous, immense H-cup orbs of bouncy wonder that are tipped with dark grey nipples. In the light of his charm, they seem practically aglow, immense and beautiful tits that wobble quite alluringly with the wraith's wild motions.
The revelation of the emotion-feeder being a female, and a female with an enormous rack at that, is stunning. Having always lived in fear of Dementors, he is awestruck to see that they, or at least this one, are totally stacked. The bouncing of those enormous breasts is an enchanting sight, especially now that the cold is gone and the light of warmth shines. Every jiggle and wobble of those massive teats enthrals him, and he gasps in wonder for just how awe-inspiring her massive bosom is.
And somehow, it's as if his sudden lewd thoughts strengthens his Patronus, for the horse glows brighter than ever as it moves in. The Dementor twirls through the air, and ends up suspended in a bent position, tits hanging downwards and the cloaks curving around what must be large bubbly buttocks. The wizard's equine Patronus catches up and then rears upwards in a clear mounting display. Its silvery forelimbs plant themselves on the wraith's back, holding it steady, and from the wispy groin emerges a shockingly tangible looking horse cock, twelve inches and pure white in colour.
Without hesitation, the great silver phallus drives forwards, and the rags of shadow end parting before it. A flash of pale grey flesh, darkening in an unmistakable slit, and then the charm horse's immense cock shoves into the Dementor's cunt. Beyond just wielding massive teats, she also wields a clearly puffy and plush pussy, slick as can be, that splits widely over the equine penis. Swiftly, the silver glow sinks into the darkness, and just like that the wraith has her snatch utterly overtaken by cock.
Stunning to think how the enormous prick seems to completely disappear into the Dementor's cunt, as if within her was empty shadow. But however it is, it makes for quite a sight; the wraith bent over in mid-air, her arms waving and her enormous tits swinging, with the silvery horse atop her, near hilted into her cunt. Before the wizard's amazed eyes, he watches as his Patronus braces itself and promptly begins to fuck the spectre.
His shaft slips back like a piston and then drives back in, making a squelching slap as it sinks into her. The Dementor gives a sort of rattling cry, akin to a moan of euphoria, and her breasts jiggle more animatedly at the force of the thrust. As she maintains her mid-air hover, she takes another thrust from the Patronus, another powerful slap. Again and again, the translucent stallion fucks her pussy, forcing every last inch inside with grand tremors. Hind legs standing as if on ground, it moves with impressive fervour as it pounds the spectre.
The light of warmth seems to spread, freeing the night from the wraith's chill as the charm fucks her. As she gives more of those rattling cries of pleasure, the horse maintains its fierce rhythm, nailing her with its enormous cock with greater speed. In and out, it rams her, leaving cool fluids sputtering out of her with each withdrawal. The shoves in have its sheath slapping her vulva, light illuminating pale flesh just amidst the dark shroud of its cloak. Seems she was indeed womanly under the rags, assuredly at the chest, and all the better in watching her get railed.
As the wizard watched with wonder, increasingly aroused and awestruck by the debauchery before him, the stallion rammed the spectre harder and harder, making her wail more loudly. She seems quite entranced by it all, letting her body quake with bliss as the charmed horse fucked her. The swing of her enormous breasts was truly delightful, her eerie whines are a symphony of wanton enjoyment and her tremors of bliss highlighted her crude glee.
Seems more than emotions, she revelled in feeling spellbinding horse cock. The immense silvery phallus drove in and out of her relentlessly, making more and more pussy juice leak out, and filling her easily with each penetration. The dark hardly seemed so dark anymore; the light of the stallion seemed to shimmer over the whole field, and the wizard watches eagerly as it keeps up the fuckery. The huge dick slams into the shadows, lighting the darkness, and the Dementor is crying out louder than ever.
And then she cums with sudden and impressive force. Around the horse cock, her pussy begins splattering cool translucent juices in a fierce flow beyond the previous sputtering. All around the hilted prick, her cum squirts forth, spraying over the ground and the silvery hind legs. With marvellous energy, the wraith's fluids splash all around her vulva, the cloak around the spell's glow, soaking everything in her cum. Such watery wonders, and all amidst carnal indulgence.
Before the wizard's eyes, he witnesses the spectre's orgasm with wonder. She squeals gutturally with happiness as she cums and cums, her juices spraying and leaking from her gaping cunt, all while the Patronous continued to fuck her. Such ecstasy inside her must be truly stunning, leaving even the soulless wraith overcome with bliss. Her huge tits jiggled more wildly than ever, her arms flailed wildly themselves, and her whole body must tremor wildly under the cloaks. And all the while, she just keeps squirting.
Only when the flow comes to an end, dribbling meekly from her stretched cunt, is she done. A guttural whine escapes her, and her body seems to sag a little. She won't be threatening wizards anytime soon, not so exerted from getting absolutely railed by horse cock.
The Patronus gives a shake of its head, and then vanishes into wisps, leaving her pussy wide open and wet. As the light fades, the warmth still remains, and the wizard watches with wonder as his wand glows normally again at the Dementor. She hovers just a little bit longer, and then sinks to the ground, turning halfway down so her back presses into the icy grass. She shudders limply, cloak billowing and arms slumping, and then lays there, content to just relax as her pussy dribble and her massive tits quivered.
The wizard watches her, still feeling awe and arousal, and miraculously untouched by cold or despair even without the charm. He's just too enthralled by how big and plush those fat tits were, how wet and horny her pussy was. Truly a sight to marvel at, especially from a Dementor. Who could have guessed the most dreadful of emotion-eaters could make for such horny monster-girls?
And then, amidst his admiration of her, a skeletal hand rises. Unlike before, it is not a threatening gesture towards his throat, but actually a subtle beckoning. Curling her fingers, she seems to invite him forwards, while her other hand ghosts over the swell of her titanic bosom. The cloak ripples around her hips, still exposing her pale pussy, wide and dribbling, and she tilts it up a little in clear and obvious intent.
Horse cock wasn't enough. Now she wants another fucking, from the very human she might have once claimed as prey.
Well, he won't refuse. The cold is absent, the fear is absent, and it seems her power has been pushed aside in favour of accommodating lust. So he moves forward, falls onto his knees before her, and releases his hard dick from its confines. Maybe his six-incher isn't a huge magic horse cock, but he just wants to stick it in without regard. So he leans over her, hands reaching for her massive tits, and he gropes them right as he pushes forward and slides his shaft into her spacious snatch.
Her guttural groan of pleasure rings out again as the wizard moans in wonder. Her pussy feels utterly divine, walls shifting in to massage around his shaft in a pleasantly cool and soothing embrace. Her humongous boobs feel utterly divine, so big and plush, cool themselves and smoothly malleable as his fingers dig into them and his hands shift them to and fro. Groping her eagerly, he settles himself snugly into her soaking cunt and begins thrusting into the spectre with relish.
The dark of the night is no longer a heralding of despair or negativity. Now he is basking in carnal wonder, in lewd glee, as he pounds the groaning wraith's pussy, as he fondles and gropes her huge fat titties. This would only be the first of many fucks he'd give her tonight, and when he finally departed this field, the Dementor would have turned quite eagerly from soul-sucking monstrosity to slutty cum-dump.
