A Refreshing Outing
The sudden appearance of the invisibility cloak was surprising, but not as surprising as the sudden wave of disappointment that overtook her. At that moment, it clicked with her that she had relished the risk of being seen, the resulting overdose of adrenaline enhancing the pleasure even further. The risk of being noticed whenever someone passed near them was reminiscent of a delicious wine, tasty, intoxicating. "Arry?" she started speaking, intending to ask why he suddenly decided to rely on the cloak to keep them hidden, but her breath, still strained with the pleasure she was laboring under, failed halfway. Her breath quickened in an effort to gain back some control, a veritable challenge as Harry's shaft continued to scrape her insides in an attempt to overload her nerves with pleasure. "Why the cloak?" she managed to whisper in the end.
"To keep us hidden," Harry answered.
Fleur couldn't help but disappointed by his sudden cowardice, though something was trying to warn her at the discarded, rational part of the brain. But before she could unearth the reason for it, she felt his hands on her shoulders, his hold suddenly much firmer. He took a few steps, pushing her in tow, and she suddenly found herself much closer to the street, close enough for every passerby to notice them if it wasn't for the cloak's cover. "We are going to it even closer to the street?" Fleur asked enthusiastically, a wave of allure escaping her control in a moment of excitement. Even with the cloak, it would only take an errant moan to get caught.
"In a manner of speaking," Harry answered. Fleur could feel his smile getting wider despite the fact that she wasn't able to see his face in their current position.
A tingling of alarm passed her mind, but she disregarded it. During the first few steps they took, Fleur said nothing, she just focused on her own pleasure, flaring with each step as his presence touched different parts of her. But, panic started to rise as they continued walking closer and closer to the street with no sign of stopping. "Harry?" she said, trying to ask where they would stop, but she received a spank on her bottom in response, its sound ringing in the street along with her accompanying gasp. Several people looked around in surprise, searching for its source. Fleur sealed her mouth shut, not daring to speak, even in a whisper. Harry leveraged her shock and silence, and continued their walk. They were already in the middle of the street, the traffic flowing around them, before she could properly process the situation.
It was surreal. She was standing in the middle of the street, with people walking around her with no awareness of her presence thanks to the invisibility cloak. The only thing that stood between her and total disgrace that would follow her for the rest of her life was a thin magical fabric barely hanging on their bodies as they walked amongst the crowd. Harry was behind her, his hands on her hips, keeping her close, more importantly, driving his erection even deeper inside her with his every step. She should have been afraid, panicking. She should have begged him to stop.
Instead, she just felt pleasure.
It was a deep pleasure, breaking her all conceptions about the possibilities when it comes to sex. She tried to keep her voice stifled, not wanting to get caught by the crowd they were currently navigating amongst. But it was a venerable challenge, especially with the way Harry's shaft managing to scrape her hitherto undiscovered sensitive locations with their every step, causing a consecutive string of pleasure filled explosions to flare inside her. She wanted to speak, not to complain but to beg for more. However, she refrained. It took all of her willpower, with a significant assistance by her fear, to keep her mouth closed. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth to speak, her pleasured cries would leverage the opening and escape.
So, she resisted the urge to moan to best of her ability, one of her hands firmly on her mouth to assist her efforts, the other holding the invisibility cloak tight, afraid of someone colliding with them. She just hoped that no one stepped on the cloak because it would be a veritable disaster. On the most crowded street of Hogsmeade, during the school visit day, with the most famous young man in the magical world… Just a misstep, and she would be the hottest tabloid material for weeks. Even months, if one of the students would manage to snap a picture. However, despite all the risks, stopping was the last thing she wanted. The pleasure filled and nourished her, awakening something in her soul. Something that would never go back its shadowed cave now that its out.
"Somebody is about to collapse," Harry whispered into her ear, not missing a beat off his rhythm.
She just nodded as an answer, keeping her mouth firmly shut. Even then, half muffled moans were escaping her lips, sliding between her fingers, and reaching towards the people that were near them, causing them to look around in confusion. Her legs were trembling horribly, signaling that they were about to declare surrender, leaving her collapsed on the streets. Even then, she was unable to speak. Thankfully, she felt Harry's arms wrapping around her torso, followed by a magical tug and the jarring feeling of the apparition, and suddenly, they were in the middle of a grassy opening, surrounded by lush trees, absent of any living soul. Finally free to make any sound she wished once more, she pulled her hand away from her mouth, cracked open her lips, littered with teeth marks in her attempts to stifle her cries, and let out a long moan, loud enough to scatter all the birds that were resting peacefully. "Oh, yes. Fuck me, ruin me, make me yours!" Fleur repeated again and again. Soon, her words devolved back into meaningless moans as her thoughts started to lose their coherence thanks to the intense pleasure she was suffering under.
"As you wish, my slut," Harry answered, and pushed her down until her hands pressed the soft, cool grass while her legs were still straight. The cloak slid to the ground, revealing them for the eyes of anyone that might decide a walk in the woods was in order, but Fleur had long passed the point of caring. Instead, she was focused on the pleasure provided to her by Harry's cock. Harry started to rain spanks on her ass. Pain, pleasure, feelings, anticipation… The combination was impossible to handle, triggering yet another orgasm with her, one hard enough to rob her off of her consciousness. She collapsed, listless, barely aware as Harry's arms wrapped around her body to prevent her colliding with the ground. As the unconsciousness covered her mind, she had thought that she heard an unfamiliar female voice, but blackness took her before she could understand whether it was real or it was just her imagination.
Shock pried Susan's mouth open as she arrived at her designated meeting location with Harry. He was there as promised, but the presence of French champion was quite a surprise, especially considering her state and attire. She was currently bent in two, being thoroughly plowed by Harry, with a generous helping of spanks as the side dish, wearing precious little, none of them covering anywhere that matters. Susan was already filled with anticipation before her arrival. After all, none of her meetings with Harry passed in a manner that could be called vanilla. But bumping into the French champion, wearing nothing but shoes was well above her expectations. She felt the stirrings of her arousal, already tingly, quickly closing on the territory of unbearable. For a moment, she considered walking there and joining them, but she held herself back. It wasn't because she was ashamed, not like she would be just a month ago. But Fleur looked like she was about to collapse, and Susan saw no point of interjecting herself to the situation for just a minute. Instead, she stayed in the trees, waiting for Fleur's inevitable collapse.
Still, just because she was waiting didn't mean she had nothing to do. Her hands slid under her robe, one sliding in her panties, the other sinking into her soft flesh covered by a flimsy bra. She hadn't had to wait much for Fleur's climax and subsequent collapse as the pleasure built up in her body, only for her fall to be arrested by Harry's arms. "Amazing show," Susan said as she walked into the grassy opening. "But I hope you didn't tire yourself too much. After all, you are going to be my guest tonight, and I fully intend to extract the payment from your hide. It would be sad to see you collapse in midway."
Harry looked at her, a smile that sent her heart into the overdrive. "Is that a challenge I hear, my dear strawberry?"
A cheerful smile appeared on her face thanks to the diminutive nickname. "What if it was?" Susan said as she continued walking towards him, loosening her robe in the way. "What are you going to do about it?"
"I have a few ideas," he said, then sighed in slight disappointment. "I would like to bend you down without losing a second, but I need to drop Fleur back to her room first." He sighed. "And to think that I had such interesting plans for your arrival," he said, then shrugged. "Maybe next time."
Susan gazed upon the exquisite body of the French champion, marred with the marks of Harry's diligent attention. "Definitely next time," she said as she examined the redness of her bottom and hand prints across her body, wondering whether she was this submissive while she was with someone else. Just the thought of it was enough to excite her. Unfortunately, Harry made a bad benchmark for such things, he had an impeccable presence that warped people along his desires, not that Susan was unhappy about it. "Will it take too much?"
"A couple of minutes at most," he answered before disappearing with a loud crack of displaced air. Susan hurried up with the preparations. She had no intention to wait until they arrived at the Bones Manor before tasting his attention. Watching him as he fucked Fleur into unconsciousness awakened a desire that needed to be fulfilled, and she didn't want any delay fulfilling it, which was a certainty if her aunt was already at home. Harry hadn't given much detail about the problem she was facing, but that didn't mean she had no idea about its scale or importance. Whatever it was, it needed hours of discussion between Harry and her aunt. Hours she had no intention of waiting.
So, she drew her wand and cast a few spells, a notice-me-not charm on the edge of the opening, a thick transfigured blanket on the ground for comfort, and a warming charm to keep the opening bearable without her robe. Then, she removed the said robe as quick as possible without ripping it. A moment later, her skirt, shoes, and blouse received the same treatment, leaving her in the new underwear she picked via a secret shopping trip to muggle London.
She sat down on the blanket, her legs parted invitingly, trying to keep her mind away from what would happen if someone stepped inside the opening despite her concealment spells. Getting caught in a normal set underwear would be bad enough, but considering her ensemble consisted of transparent lacy panties, fishnet socks, and a shelf bra that left her nipples exposed, it would be a disaster. Thankfully, another crack rang in the opening before she could spend too much time pondering on her fears.
"Miss Bones, you such a thoughtful woman," Harry said as he dashed towards her, a casual wave of his hand enough to cause all of his clothing to fly away from his body, only to fall on the ground in a neat fold. Susan shivered, no matter how many times she saw it, his casual display of power and control left her in awe, with a generous doze of arousal mixed in the equation. She parted her legs even further in anticipation, only for his hands to press them back together. "Why the hurry," he said and sat next to her, leaning for a kiss.
Susan parted her lips, eagerly allowing his tongue into her mouth, with occasional purring in response to his hands, one gently caressing the small of her back, the other rubbing her belly. She dragged her hand over his stomach, tight, packed with muscles, sliding upwards to his equally muscled chest. The training for the tournament was doing wonders to him, she noted as she listened to his heartbeat with her fingers. She decided to crank up the intensity of her teasing. If he wanted slow, she would give him slow, until he begged for more, of course.
She pulled back, separating her lips from his aggressive attention. She slid down, trailing the edge of his neck with her tongue, earning an appreciative moan. Meanwhile, she brought one of her hands down, laying one of her fingers on his erect shaft, trailing from top to bottom, feeling it twitch eagerly. Susan was tempted to wrap her fingers around and pump it vigorously, but she continued her slow, sensual tease. She dragged her tongue down to his chest, his muscles flexing unconsciously on the wet trail she left.
She continued her downward trail at a snail's pace, covering his six packs with her kisses, his body twitching slightly every time she touched her body. Her own arousal was also getting harder to control, but she was sure Harry would fold before her, begging her to hurry up. With that in mind, she finally reached to his erect shaft, trailing the side of his cock with her tongue. She raised her head and looked deep into his eyes, enjoying the view of barely restrained arousal behind his eyes, eager, dangerous…
Her stomach dissolved into butterflies under his gaze, but she was nothing if not stubborn. She turned her attention back to his shaft, laying several determined kisses across his cock, occasionally capturing the crown between her lips, but never going deeper, never passing a speed that cannot be defined as lingering. Seconds passed, followed by many minutes…
Susan noticed that, in her genius plan to tease Harry, she had underestimated one very important detail. Her own raging arousal. Her core burned with a deep passion, aching for a release. Her hands started to tremble, her breath shallow. It was unbearable. A brief glance was enough to see Harry's eyes were closed as he focused on the sensations brought by her mindful attention. One of her hands sneaked towards her own core, despite knowing it was a violation of the rules of the game despite not being mentioned explicitly.
But, just as her fingers were about to reach her folds, wet enough to drench her panties, a steely grip took a hold of her wrist. "Sneaky," he murmured, his eyes still closed. Then his eyelids lifted, revealing his burning gaze. "I think we can agree that you forfeited your turn." He waved his hand, and she found herself lying on her back, two silk ropes appearing from thin air, already wrapped around her wrists, pulling her arms away from her body. "It's my turn now."
A passion flowed through her body, anticipation fighting with fear. She knew that endless pleasure waited for her at the end of the tunnel, but whether she could the journey through that tunnel was a different question, especially only when a sentence was enough to end her torture. One sentence admitting defeat, begging for pleasure. But she denied that option. She was the one declare the challenge, and she would be the winner.
But then, Harry's fingers landed on her body, tracing shapes over her stomach, and she suddenly got a lot less confident in her conclusion. One of his hands moved downward, skipping her nether lips, settling on her inner thighs, drawing fleeting circles on her skin. The other hand skirted around her breasts and started caressing her collarbones, occasionally straying towards her lips. "Still not begging, impressive," Harry murmured.
His words sent a chill of anticipation through her. She knew he was planning something, and his words were the tease beforehand. But, before she could ponder on it further, a blindfold appeared over her eyes, restricting her view absolutely. At the same time, she stopped hearing, or so she thought. "How do you feel," Harry asked, making her realize that she could still hear, but all the background noise had disappeared, leaving her without the welcome distraction provided by nature. Her world was restricted to his touch, and the sound of her own reactions.
His hands started to caress her body once more, but this time, no holds were barred. His fingers found her entrance, dancing lightly over her slit, while his other hand was busy flicking, squeezing, and otherwise teasing her nipples, bereft of any protection. Last of her resistance crumbled. "Please," she moaned, a sudden wave of pleasure leaving her unable to speak with anything more complex than single words.
"Please, what?" Harry asked. Even without her vision, she was sure that a damnable smile was on his face as he watched her chest moving up and down with her erratic breaths. She wished that she had the power to resist, resist until he was begging, desperate to relieve his blue balls, but it was nothing but a pipe dream, at least for today. This skirmish was lost, her armies of resistance were waving the white flag of surrender.
"Please fuck me!" she begged. "You win. I surrender. So, please fuck me until I cannot stand on my feet."
"As you wish, milady," Harry answered, and she felt a sudden lightness on her waist, caused by the disappearance of her panties. She felt the familiar presence of his crown pressing to her entrance, but he pushed inside before she could say anything, filling her completely in one push. Susan cried in pleasure, as loud as she was able, her own ears ringing with the noise. Harry impaled her again and again, showing no sign of mercy, no sign of tenderness. "Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me even harder." The thunderous sound of flesh hitting flesh got even louder, and she felt his fingers sinking into her tits. Already on the edge, his latest moves were more than enough to trigger a mind-numbing orgasm in her.
Still, Harry gave her no mercy, no respite, continued plowing her again and again, his fingers freely enjoying the supple flesh of her breasts. Then, his shaft suddenly pulled away from her. She opened her mouth, about to inquire about the reason, then she found the cock inside her mouth once again, pushing towards her throat with a reckless abandon, every push temporary cutting her air supply, forcing her to gag and wheeze as she tried to breathe. And she loved the every second of it, the sweetest torture she ever experienced. Then, without any warning, he sprayed her mouth with the endless flow of his seed, the excess spilling out of her lips despite her best effort.
The flow finally ended, and her bindings disappeared at the same time, the background noise returning once more. She collapsed boneless, moaning listlessly, though she appreciated Harry's arms settling around her, wrapping her in a gentle hug, safety and warmth infusing her as she tried to gather her bearings. "That was amazing," she murmured.
Harry smiled, his expression still eager. "Yes, and you were amazing as always. Let's clean you up."
After a not so brief session of clean-up, interrupted by some heavy petting and enthusiastic kisses, Susan grabbed Harry's hand and apparated with him to the Manor. "Mimsy," she shouted, and a house elf popped into existence. A brief questioning was enough to reveal her aunt hadn't arrived yet.
"Good," Harry whispered, his lips dangerously close to her earlobe. "Since your aunt is not at home yet, you can give me a house tour. Let's start with the living room."
Susan shivered, her feet automatically leading her towards the central room of the house, the thought of being caught not even a possibility in her mind…