Author's Note: Merry Christmas! I am back and ready to provide some high-quality smut for the festive period. Despite taking a break for the latter part of the year, I sure as hell wasn't going to miss out on a massive upload as a Christmas treat for folks. And I've got some interesting things to say the least.
First and foremost, an update regarding Sensations of Shemales: The Abstinence Curse. I am currently not working on new chapters and have instead gone back to 'Items of Aphrodomina'. My intention is to edit the story so that it is in a better place to support the sequel. There are a number of things I want to do in the sequel that need to be established in the first story. However, my idea of editing isn't just tweaking words and such. No, I'm going through, chapter by chapter, adding in new content and even whole new chapters. Some existing chapters are getting rewritten, with a wealth of new content going to be added. So for those of you disappointed that I'm editing, it's still going to be worthwhile. My plan is to have that done early in the new year. The original unedited story will be available on my blog when the update goes live, meaning that any rewritten chapters that you particularly liked will still be available to read.
Finally, let's talk about this story. I always like to go overboard when it comes to Christmas smut, but this thing took on a life of its own. This was originally intended to be a one-shot but became so long that I simply couldn't just upload it as a singular chapter. And multiple chapters didn't seem right either. So, it is now its own story. A one-shot spin-off.
This story was an interesting idea of mine. Essentially, I took a bunch of different characters, put them into random number generator and randomly paired them off. These pairings became the foundation for Apolline's Christmas Party. As a result, we have some really interesting pairings. Really interesting. Don't be put off by the inclusion of certain characters. For any content that isn't conventional to my stories, there are appropriate warnings and means of avoiding those particular sections!
So, without further ado, enjoy Christmas at Apolline Delacour's and I hope you'll all look forward to the new year and the plentiful shemale smut that will be on the horizon. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: A Thinly Veiled Orgy
"In times of old, when conflict claims ze land, it was ze duty of ze Lords and Ladies of our world to mitigate ze monstrous actions of war through treaty and ceasefire. Naturally, ze French 'ave 'ad their own interpretation of encouraging unity. And as one of ze oldest French families, I feel an obligation to endeavour to curb the oncoming storm through our family's ceremonial means," Apolline explained, with a proud smile, her lips unable to hide the inherent lecherous desire in her words. Taking a sip of her wine, she turned to her daughter, smiling softly as Fleur returned her perverse look with one of incredulous disbelief.
"Zis seems like a very convoluted way to incite an orgy, mother," Fleur commented, reclining in her chair. Waving her hand in Fleur's direction, Apolline rose to her feet, taking a step around the table, her creamy skin capturing the crystalline reflection of the moonlight. No matter what, Apolline always endeavoured to remain nude within the halls of her home. Even now, she wore nothing at all, her luscious and near perfect form framed only be the taut, toned expanse of her pale skin. Her curvaceous hips rolled around into a juicy ass that seemed to bounce even of its own volition, with a similar springiness claiming her breasts. Fleur sat, equally naked at her mother's behest. Having been at the Order for the past year, her sensibilities had wildly changed, yet she was still strangely emboldened when naked in her mother's company. Neither of them intended for sexual lust to claim them, yet they retained their exposed and naked traditions for the simple notion that wearing clothes often felt… odd in the Delacour family.
"Inciting an orgy may be a convoluted matter. No matter ze effort, an orgy iz worth it," Apolline retorted, almost lecturing her daughter as to the importance of group sex. The point she was trying to make may have been lost on Fleur, yet Apolline's conviction remained impactful.
"I struggle to imagine zat you'll be able to bring people together like zis," Fleur sighed, unable to fathom a world in which her mother's plan worked. She planned to invite members of the Order, Death Eaters, Ministry Officials, Hogwarts Teachers and acclaimed individuals to the Delacour Mansion to treatise in the old ways of the Delacour family. On paper, it sounded fine, yet with the knowledge that the Delacour family ways were ways of sex, the prospect was rendered ludicrous. Regardless, Apolline remained stalwart in her endeavour.
"Fleur, sex iz an integral part of ze Wizarding World. Ze necessity for witches to find sexual relief permeates every facet of our existence. From school, to politics, to marriage. It iz only fitting zat talks of peace should be done in manner befitting our inherent sexual nature," Apolline argued, convinced of her own claims, no matter how ludicrous the notion may have appeared.
"I'm wasting my breath, aren't I? Zere is nothing zat I can say to convince you zat you cannot fuck the world into loving one another?" Fleur smirked, sliding out of her chair and approaching her mother, relishing the salacious freedom of the cool French air cascading over her body, the liberty of her naked figure giving her goosebumps. She had to admit, there was wisdom to be found in the sexual traditions of the Delacours; yet the Delacours were lovers, not fighters. The prospect of Apolline intervening in a war through sex was hopeless, if admirably arousing.
"You know zat I cannot do anything else! ze French Ministry will not actively intervene in Britain unless an actual war breaks out. Zis means, zat I am unable to do anything ozer zan further encourage such a peace," Apolline exclaimed, the true motivation of her decision bursting forth. A frustration. A frustration to watch a world on the brink of collapse, with nothing to be done. To see her lifestyle useless in the capacity that was necessary at the moment. Eventually, she calmed herself and turned to Fleur, almost pleading, "Just… trust me."
"I'll take ze message to ze Order, but nothing more. I shall not impose my own opinion and I shall only be in attendance if ze Order decides that I should be," Fleur conceded, if only to please her mother. Seeing her daughters agree gave Apolline the burst of excitement she needed, prompting her almost explode.
"Wonderful!" Apolline beamed, pulling her daughter close, feeling Fleur's juicy breasts spill across her own, their thick, throbbing cocks bouncing and smacking against one another. Setting her wine down, Apolline clapped her hands together, "I shall begin ze necessary preparations!"
"Though I fail to understand how you intend to persuade ozer to come. 'arry and 'ermione may be amenable, but I 'ave seen some of ze Death Eaters. Zey are not so…" Fleur began, unsure as to what exactly Apolline had planned, yet strangely curious to see the extent of her mother's commitment. Even if it all completely failed and the only people in attendance were Apolline, Fleur and Gabrielle, it would seemingly prove to be an exquisite night.
"Leave that to me. We shall have an orgy like the world has never seen before!" Apolline squealed, marching her way up the stairs, almost immediately abandoning the pretence of this being for sake peace. Disappearing around the corner, Apolline began setting in motion her plans, leaving Fleur to sigh and turn towards the door.
"At least pretend as if this is for ze sake of peace. What am I saying… Mon dieu…" she breathed, waving her wand across her body and enchanting her clothes to thread themselves back on. As she reached the threshold of the Delacour estate, her leather jacket finished stitching itself together and she burst into the air, apparating instantly across the country, channel and back to the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, considering how best to set forward the proposition her mother was making.
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Despite the ludicrous nature of the proposition, it was decided that the Order would be best hedging their bets. Even if it collapsed and failed, it was an important invitation that couldn't lightly be ignored. As such, a group was assembled to be in attendance of Apolline's peace talks. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had all insisted on attending, with their connections to Apolline being cited. Mrs Weasley was then unable to be stopped as she had no intention of allowing her children into such a dangerous prospect without her. Tonks and Fleur were chosen for additional protection, rounding out the proverbial vanguard for this mission. Finally, at Apolline's personal request, Mrs Granger was invited. At first unwilling, Hermione ultimately convinced her mother to join her, prodding at her mother's curiosity surrounding the wizarding world. Whilst remaining tight-lipped about the explicit details that Apolline had confided in her, Fleur made no secret of the fact that Apolline intended for this to be an intimate affair. Naturally, none of the group required any convincing beyond that, aside from Mrs Weasley who found her children's eagerness to be concerning. Regardless, they prepared for the set day, receiving formal invitations from Apolline, laced with fragrant perfume and flowery language. All was supposedly taken care off, with Apolline insisting that no additional possessions would be required. Wands would be left at the door and returned upon leaving. Eventually, the day came around and the group assembled, having their last discussions. Mrs Granger stood silently as an onlooker, feeling more out of place than ever in her sleek black dress, a decision she made out purely formal expectations. Soon enough, everyone began taking hold of Fleur by the arm, with everyone apparating back across the channel and to the Delacour estate. Nothing… Nothing could have prepared them for the sight that they arrived to.
The group landed in the front gardens of the mansion, taking a moment to catch a breath, especially in Mrs Granger's case, before turning towards the Manor. Immediately, Fleur bowed her head, embarrassed as the group's faces were lit up by eruptions of brightly coloured fireworks, several of them interlacing to form the very distinctive shape of male genitalia. Loud music blared throughout the grounds; sound akin to classic burlesque music of all things. Balloons and enchanted candles littered the grounds, giving the impression that this was a party as opposed to an important landmark series of peace-talks. Almost immediately, Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Ron shared a look of bemused disbelief. The seriousness that the Order had instilled in them prior to this had immediately been shattered by the bombastic explosion of festivities. Even Tonks couldn't help but crack a smile, playfully nudging Fleur who was contemplating running for the hills. Mrs Weasley remained stoically stalwart, uncertain as to whether or not to let her guard down. She knew who would be in attendance and as such, even the most flowery and splendid welcomes wouldn't curb the fact that this was a dangerously precarious situation. Mrs Granger, however, found herself utterly enthralled in the enamouring beauty of the situation. The sexual undertones were titillating, but the enchanting mysticism of it all couldn't be understated.
"We should… We should probably get inside," Harry suggested, taking lead as everyone found themselves seemingly winded by the suddenness of the environment change. Walking forwards, Harry was quickly joined at his side by Ginny, the redhead giddy at the prospect of once again being in Apolline's company. Equally excited, Hermione joined them, winding their way up the ornate stone steps and to the grand entrance. Smaller fireworks akin to Fred and George's handiwork fizzled through the air, exploding and bursting in bright colours and phallic shapes. Either side of the doorway stood two stunningly beautiful women. Their figures were almost comparable to the Delacours yet lacked that innate sexual lustre. Their sleek black hair fell along their shoulders, contrasting their milky white skin. Each one wore barely anything, with their nipples only being covered by a pair of sequin, sparkling nipple tassels, and their cocks being similarly concealed behind a tight-fitting thong, of which, the fabric was so miniscule that it barely did anything. Their cocks were practically on view and proudly displayed, with the faintest hint of modesty being maintained by the tiny strings. Unable to bring her eyes away from the beautiful women, Mrs Granger found their exposed cocks and everyone nonchalance about them being shemales to be extraordinary. Keeping quiet, she kept in line, not wanting to appear out of place.
"Bonjour, mon amies! On behalf of Madame Apolline Delacour, we welcome you to 'er estate. We are 'ere to ensure zat all wands are safely secured before entering ze estate. If you won't mind 'anding them to me our my beautiful assistant, we shall ensure zat no 'arm comes to zem until you are ready to depart," one of the woman beamed, her words deliciously sultry and somewhat intoxicating. Harry had to wonder if they shared in the Delacour Veela traits or whether their French allure was simply freshly captivating. Nodding, Harry produced his wand and handed it to the woman. Sheathing it inside a named box, she placed it in a nearby cupboard, the process emphasising a distinct magical charm that was keeping them locked in place. One by one, they all gave up their wands, until Hermione and her mother approached, the latter keeping right beside her daughter. The same woman that addressed them, turned to Mrs Granger and smiled, "Your wand, mademoiselle?"
"Oh… I erm… I don't have one. I'm… I'm not a witch," Mrs Granger smiled nervously, watching as the scantily dressed woman found herself acutely interested in extravagantly dressed muggle. Suddenly, the woman was no longer passively doing her job, but rather leering at Mrs Granger with lecherous intent.
"Oh? A muggle? 'ow… interesting. My name in Florence. Perhaps, we ought to get better acquainted?" the woman purred seductively, sinking her shoulder downwards and leaning towards Mrs Granger, her eyes batting playfully. Immediately, Hermione understood the look and threaded her arm through her mothers and led her inside, out of the reach of the lustful attendant. Confused about the woman's sudden interest, Mrs Granger leant into her daughter and asked.
"What was that about?" she murmured, taken aback by the overt sexual tones in the woman's voice. Hermione was quick to explain the unique appeal of a muggle in the magical world. Whilst some pure-bloods were opposed to muggles, there were those such as Apolline who viewed them not as lesser, but rather a new avenue.
"Let's just say… here, you're anatomy is probably the most out of place. It's not likely that they spend a lot of time around muggles. Apolline and her entourage are nothing if not eager for new experiences," Hermione breathed, explaining to her mother that the attendant was interested in the fact that she had a pussy and not a cock.
"I never thought having a pussy would be considered abnormal," Mrs Granger smirked, lighting up as they stepped out of view of her perverse stares of the woman. Giggling at her mother's reaction, Hermione couldn't deny that it was a bemusing concept.
"Welcome to the Wizarding World," Hermione chuckled, following the rest of their group as they made their way along the corridor. They quickly turned a corner and came to another large ornate door. This one was fastened shut, with a velvet rope cordoning it off. Outside stood two more attendants, one near identical to the ladies at the front door, and the other being a man. He was lithe and athletic, somewhat short and cute. A typical twink were muggle terminology reference. Instead of a thong, he wore a jock-strap, her cock neatly held in place whilst the straps framed his ass perfectly.
"Mesdames et messieurs; in keeping with Madame Apolline's traditions, attendees are asked to dress appropriately. In keeping with ze theme, Madame Delacour thinks zat greeting one another bare and unhampered by prior relationships iz necessary," the woman attendant explained before gesturing to the doors by which she and the male attendant were stood, indicating that each one was denominated by the corresponding servant's gender, "As such, ze changing rooms to your left and right boast an endless wealth of lingerie and male garments, symbolically befitting such a theme. Once changed, proceed through ze doors at ze end of ze rooms to the main 'all where Madame Delacour shall greet you."
"I guess… Er… We'll see you on the other side," Harry breathed, turning to the rest of the group as he and Ron stepped towards the male changing room. As Ron turned to go ahead, Harry moved to follow, only to have a hand grab his arm and stop him in place.
"Don't take your eyes off him," Molly breathed, obviously not wanting to let either of her children out of her sight. Nodding in response, Harry quickly entered the room, allowing the women to make their way into the opposite room, curious as to what exactly an 'endless wealth' of lingerie would look like. Needless to say, it wasn't an exaggeration in the slightest.
Whilst Harry and Ron were presented with an extensive, yet somewhat limiting wardrobe comprised of varying boxers and jock-straps, of which Ron inadvertently chose, only realising his round ass cheeks were on view the moment he stepped out of the changing room to Harry's sniggers and being able to duck into change; the ladies were instead provided with Apolline's imaginatively perverse mind. The room was larger than anyone could have thought, with bras, panties, thongs, stockings, garters and garter belts, nighties, latex accessories, corsets, fishnets, negligees and everything remotely in-between. It seemed that for every option of underwear, there were a dozen further choices to be made. Colour, fabric, accessories and whatnot. It was a rather overwhelming decision. Whilst Ginny and Hermione were at a loss, both Fleur and Tonks quickly found what they were most comfortable with. Fleur donned an pale blue lace bra and matching panties, opting for simple white nylon stockings to accompany them. Tonks took the extravagance of being offered a corset as a calling and pulled on a maroon coloured faux corset, opting to plump up her breasts as opposed to tighten the garment. Finding the matching pieces, Tonks lavishly perused the accessories, donning a pair of leather arm leather finger-less gloves and matching knee-high boots, both garments tightly laced to her body to accentuate her figure. Aside from that, she spent several minutes tailoring her hair colour to the perfectly complimentary purple. Molly, taking a deep breath, opted for something less revealing, taking a rather sleek blue negligee, hiding the plumper roundness of her physique behind the loose-fitting clothing. Strangely enough, it gave her a rather modest mature look to her, forgoing the bombastic sexuality of the younger girls. Ginny took a black pair of intricate satin and lace panties, matching them with a bra, both of which had a rather sharp pink sticking and small pink bows interwoven for show. Hermione, unable to decide, simply grabbed a simple white pair of panties and bra, the sheer white colour contrasted perfectly with her, and gave her an effervescent look. Simple, yet delightful. Mrs Granger, however, found herself ignoring the vast collection and simply opted to pull her dress off and go with what she had on beneath. A black satin bra and panties, with gold lace interwoven across the fabric, tight fitted and perfectly formed for her body, a sight which elicited shock from her daughter. Unable to resist, however, Mrs Granger pulled a pair of fishnet stockings on, finding the promiscuous connotations of the garment to alluring to pass up.
Exiting the room from the indicated doors, both the boys and girls entered in the grand ball-room, a room in which completely outdid the lavish exterior of the mansion. Balloons, indoor fire-works and streamers of white, blue and silver filled the air, with tables laden with crystal bearing food and drink were strewn across the room. Lavish sofas and plump chairs were casually positioned, with ornate pillars woven with mistletoe supporting the cavernous roof-top. Stunning, the group were almost oblivious to the fact that they were far from alone in the room. That obliviousness was shattered when their host, the buxom and absolutely stunning Apolline Delacour welcomed them in her alluring, silky tones.
"Mes amies! Bonjour! Welcome! Welcome. It iz so good to see you. And so much of you. I must say, I was interested in knowing how you would dress. I am positively inspired. Come. You are the last to arrive. Ze ozers are eager to begin," Apolline beamed, wrapping her arms around each of them, planting firm and intimate kisses upon each of their lips, taking a slow and purposeful approach when embracing Mrs Granger, whom was in herself a stranger. Regardless, Apolline allowed the salacious atmosphere to make intimate friends of them already. Turning, Apolline led them towards the larger group, the sea of exposed flesh becoming an extraordinary and salacious experience to say the least. However, as delightful as it was to ogle in the multitude of near naked people, it was equally astounding to see who was actually in attendance. Much to Harry and his friends intrigue and delight, a number of their classmates had seemingly received invitations. In fact, as Harry looked around the room, he found it somewhat inexplicable in regard to who had actually been invited to attend, what had been framed as peace negotiations. If the penny hadn't yet dropped, it did in that moment. The only person that was convinced of this being a 'peace' talk was Apolline herself, and even in saying that, that pretence was a thin façade that even she couldn't commit to. Instead, she found herself in the company of a multitude of half-naked, beautiful and powerful people, all of whom had decided to stay as opposed to march out furiously. That being said, it was tenuous as to who exactly wanted to be there. As the members of the Order joined the circle, it became clearer what factions were at play and exactly whom Apolline sought to bring together.
The largest group was that of the Hogwarts representatives, of which there appeared to be several different groups within that larger collective. Of the school faculty, Professor McGonagall, Professor Trelawny, Madam Pomfrey and Madam Hooch were in attendance, their bodies more exposed than they had ever been in the presence of students. Alongside the Professors, both Moaning Myrtle and The Grey Lady had been invited to represent the ghosts of the school. Additionally, it seemed each Hogwarts House had varying representatives as well. From Gryffindor, Neville, Parvati, Lavender and two of the Chasers -Angelina and Katie- were all there. Ravenclaw boasted Cho, Luna and Padma, whilst Hufflepuff were only represented by Cedric and Susan Bones. Finally Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson were the representatives of Slytherin House. Lastly and most curiously, Firenze the centaur had been invited personally by Apolline, giving Harry and his friends pause as to how voracious Apolline had been when she visited Hogwarts. Besides the Hogwarts representatives were the two ministry officials in attendance, with them being Dolores Umbridge and Amelia Bones; two acutely different sides of the ministry. Additionally, Rita Skeeter had wormed her way in through a few well-placed favours, the bleach blonde woman eyeing up the various scandals she could create through tactful photography and blatant misrepresentation. Next were the enemy; those who stood as the face of the Death Eaters. Both Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange stood clad in the most eccentric of lingerie, their bodies laced in leather and latex, vicious and piercing gazes etched on their faces. To their side stood Draco, the boy passively bowing his head, ignoring the many looks he received from fellow class-mates and friends. The remaining individuals in attendance held no personal stakes in the supposed negotiations and were instead there at Apolline's behest to… round out the entourage, with those three people being her daughter, Gabrielle Delacour, Viktor Krum and Madame Maxime. Forty scantily clad people stood, sending silent venomous stares at one another, all of them uncertain as to where the evening would lead. All of them except Apolline, who confidently strode forwards to address the melting pot of a group and to ensure that things went smoothly according to her plan. Conscious that tensions were undoubtedly high, Apolline had naturally planned for such an event, her salacious smile curling wide upon her lips as she turned to everyone.
"Mes amies, I appreciate you all agreeing to attend what iz undoubtedly a very daunting prospect. I also thank you all for respecting ze traditions of ze Delacour family in your attire," Apolline smiled graciously, glancing around the circle and admiring the delectable display of flesh and delicate lingerie. It was quite a spectacular sight to say the least, one which Apolline wished she could savour indefinitely.
"With all due respect, this is supposed to be a peace talk. Not a frivolous orgy, Apolline," Amelia interjected, her arms folded over her breasts, the simple underwear she had on doing nothing to accentuate her natural sex appeal. Her distaste for the explicitly salacious set-up was growing more palpable as Apolline continued to ignore the eccentricity of it all.
"Zat iz where you misconstrue me. Ze Delacours have been pacifists for az long az can be remembered. We 'ave been integral in mitigating conflict throughout the last several centuries and we 'ave done so by acknowledging ze very fact that ze wizarding world iz a melting pot of sexual delight," Apolline explained, directly calling attention to the fact that this was supposed to be a sexual situation.
"Just as I thought. I have no intention of engaging in some fanatical sex game all for your amusement," Professor McGonagall sighed, the older woman sharing in Amelia's disapproval of the situation. Despite having submitted herself to Apolline's request to have them were lingerie, McGonagall still found it unbelievable that Apolline had called upon them under the pretence of peace.
"Professor… Ze nature of the witch iz one of sexual necessity. Throughout a witch's life, zey are forced to acquiesce to zeir desires in order to ensure zeir good health. More often zan not, when zey commit to such desires, it is not out of love, but out of necessity. Sex at ze mercy of need. Sacrificing ze notions of romanticism for ze good of all people. I am not asking you to commit to zis evening out of love for one another, but out of necessity," Apolline explained, doing her best to weave logic amidst her own personal desire.
"What my mozer is trying to say, iz that sex iz a way to unite us. Or at least for us to 'ave common ground," Fleur interjected, seeing the concern on various people's faces. Acting out of a desire to maintain her mother's reputation, Fleur was almost compelled to come to her defence, even when she was so obviously digging herself into a deeper and deeper hole.
"Common ground. Exactly. We must find our common ground. A place where we are equal. Zere is no place more equal and common zan ze roots of sex, non?" Apolline beamed, thankful that her daughter had decided to simplify her point into a more consumable statement, "Are zere any objections to continuing on such a path?"
"No. Please continue," Amelia sighed, begrudgingly admitting that Apolline had some sense in her methodology. Frankly, Amelia was acting purely out of personal frustration. She had been ordered to attend the talks and see them through to the end at all costs. Even if she wanted to, there was no way that she could say no without losing her job. As such, her outburst was a vain attempt at hoping to convince Apolline of the ludicrous nature of this situation in hopes of her just calling it off.
"C'est bon! As can be seen, zere is tension 'ere. Tension iz not good for conflict. Az such, I 'ave prepared an ice-breaker of sorts. A means to ease into ze night. On ze table in front of you, zere is a bowl filled with tokens. Each token 'as a number of it. Each room in ze manor 'as 'ad a number assigned to it. Each of us will take a token and go to ze room in question," Apolline explained, gesturing towards a large ornate crystal bowl, filled to the brim with silver tokens about the size of a galleon.
"None of us came here for some scavenger hunt. Why can't I just bend Potter over and show him the majesty of dark magic?" Bellatrix snarled, lowering a hand to her panty-clad crotch and groping at the obvious bulge throbbing between her legs. Sneering at Harry, she let out a cackle as she ran her tongue along her teeth. Grabbing her sister by the arm, Narcissa pulled her backwards, attempting to quell her sister's enthusiasm as quickly as possible.
"Please, Madame Lestrange… Zere are two of each token, meaning zat two people will 'ave ze same number, which means zat two people will end up in each room. Ze ice-breaker iz simple. You must fuck whoever you end up in ze room with," Apolline finished, turning and looking around at the rest of the group. There were mixed reactions to say the least. Most people saw the endless possibilities of such a set-up whilst others saw the downsides of leaving such a situation up to a coin toss. Much to Apolline's delight, there were no objections to the notion of having to fuck someone, but rather the pool of individuals with which they were chancing being paired with.
"This is bullshit. No way am I playing this. I could end up with a fucking ghost or horse-face over there," Pansy exclaimed, gesturing at the two ghosts and Firenze. Smirking at the insult, Firenze couldn't help but find it ironic. Her distaste for the prospect of being paired with him was mutual. He had little to no interest in the scrawnier examples littered around the room.
"Or moi?" Apolline smiled, pulling Pansy's attention over to her, reminding the pert little Slytherin that the opportunity to lay with some exquisitely beautiful people was also on the table. Being reminded of the plump, curvaceous figure of Apolline, Pansy shrank back into the circle, folding her arms and allowing Apolline to continue, "I understand ze hesitations, but it will serve its purpose. Each room will be enchanted so zat those who enter must orgasm before leaving. I'd say zat zis is nothing if not exemplary of why we are 'ere. None of us want to be in ze same room together, but we must for ze greater good, non? Gabrielle, if you wouldn't mind offering everyone zeir tokens."
With that, Gabrielle stepped forwards, collecting the large bowl and stepping towards Harry. Glancing nervously either side of him as if for conformation, Harry saw both Tonks and Mrs Weasley nod their consent to the plan. Reaching out, he plucked a token from its place and held it in his palm. Fourteen. One by one, Gabrielle went around the circle, offering the bowl to each person, hesitating in front of the ghosts only for a token to magically levitate from the bowl and hover in their ghostly hands, all at the behest of Apolline's silent magicks. Eventually, Gabrielle offered the penultimate token to her mother before taking the very last one herself. Everyone in the circle coveted their token, glancing around the room with a hope of being able to discern who held the token with the same number as their own.
"Everyone 'as a token? Bon. Zere is a map of ze manor over zere indicating which room 'olds which number. After you are finished, you may return 'ere or continue about ze manor. I will call everyone back when ze everyone 'as finished. 'appy fucking, mes amies!" Apolline beamed, clapping her hands together before turning and striding confidently away. Naturally, she knew exactly which room she was going to and wasted no time in making her way in that direction. Everyone else was a little hesitant, remaining in place, almost as if there was a silent agreement between everyone to ignore Apolline's suggestions now that she was no longer there. However, one by one, people peeled away, checking the map and disappearing from the room.
"Good luck, sweetie. I expect details," Ginny smirked as she pecked Harry on the lips, the redhead speeding away eagerly. Molly did her best to intercept the young Weasley, but was unable to, with Ginny speeding away into the manor, out of sight. The Order quickly parted ways with each member exiting the ball-room in different directions. The last two remaining were Hermione and her mother, the two of them nervously fretting over going their separate ways, especially given that Mrs Granger was completely out of her element.
"I'll be fine, Hermione. It's like you said. Most people here are quite nice. I imagine that I'll be rather fortunate with my pairing," Mrs Granger said optimistically. Statistically, she was likely to be paired with someone who was either friends or friendly with her daughter.
"Yes, but… I just… There are those that wouldn't be keen on being paired with a muggle. Just… be careful," Hermione breathed, knowing full well that Bellatrix, Narcissa or Draco would be vicious. Hell, Pansy's disdain for being paired with a ghost or centaur would pale in comparison to their distaste for a muggle.
"I'll be fine. None of them have their wands, so if worst comes to worse… I can be rather scrappy," Mrs Granger chuckled, squeezing her daughter's hand as they checked the map. It seemed that Mrs Granger was going to be in one upper bedrooms whilst Hermione was on the lower floors.
"Okay… After, we'll meet back here. Right here," Hermione smiled, feeling more nervous about leaving her mother on her own. She was defenceless in her. Even more so than her. However, Hermione was confident that if something did go awry, there would be dozens of people to back her up.
"Yes. Of course. Now… Go get 'em sweetie… Things have taken a bizarre turn in our relationship, haven't they?" Mrs Granger laughed as she watched Hermione make for one of the side-passages, her token clasped in her hand. Giggling as she went, Hermione turned and called out.
"For the better, I say," Hermione beamed, before disappearing around the corner. Smiling even as her daughter disappeared, Mrs Granger turned and began to climb the stairs, feeling more out of place than ever. The cold marble floor felt completely alien beneath her stocking clad feet, and as she wound her way through the ethereal manor, she found herself utterly enchanted by the magical nature of it all. She passed by many different doors, all of them with an enchanted number hovering in front of them, seemingly etched into the air itself. She didn't hear anything on the other side of any of the doors, yet she could only imagine the perverse antics going on. Finally, she arrived at the door with her number. A number nineteen. Checking her token twice, she finally pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room itself was an elegant boudoir, decked in blue velvety and silvery curtains. A large fireplace crackled at the far end, whilst a spread of elegant furniture was spread out across the room, all ornate and hand-crafted. It was an enchanting sight, a sight that was quickly disturbed as she heard the door click behind her and a magical woosh filled the air as the door was sealed. Her heart quickened, pounding in her chest as she stepped nervously forwards, looking around the room for her partner. It took her a few seconds to realise that her partner was stood there in plain view. Or rather… she was floating.
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Apolline Delacour sat in one of the small downstairs living rooms, her arms spread along the back of the soft, her smile permanently etched upon her lips. She was excited. Things had gone perfectly to plan, with her house becoming a haven for perverse pairings and salacious evening activities. Her only regret was that she could not personally watch every single room and revel in the perversity that would entail. However, she was hopeful that things would transcend this ice-breaker and that the eroticism would continue beyond the mandated time. There was little need to worry about it however, especially when she herself was about to partake in her own ice-breaker. Waiting patiently for the door to open, Apolline found herself simply unable to sit still. The excitement was palpable. Her panties were straining, feeling so oppressively tight. Even the charm that made it look like her panties were flat against her body was beginning to fail beneath her uncontrollable arousal. It was to such an extent that she felt she had to peel her panties to one side and free up her cock, allowing the weighty length to flop against her thigh. Breathing a sigh of relief, she began to work her hand back and forth, gently stroking her cock, milking pre-cum out onto her palm as she lost herself in the possibilities. Perhaps it would be Harry that would enter. Or Hermione or Ginny. They would spend their time reliving the intense intimacy of their time together years before. Perhaps it would be someone new and interesting. Professor McGonagall or the shapely blonde Narcissa. Or perhaps she would get to delight in the supple deliciousness of Mrs Granger. She had made sure to invite the muggle purely out of desire to explore the sexual possibilities of the muggle anatomy, yet even Apolline hadn't considered that Hermione's mother would be as attractive as she was. Then again, Hermione's beauty had to come from somewhere. She had half a mind to rig the draw so she and that woman could delve properly into one another. That would have to come later, she supposed. Besides, that would have to wait. Suddenly, she heard the door to the small room open, the click of the lock unfastening. Her heart rate quickened as she prepared to welcome the stunning beauty who would occupy the next hour of her lustful fascination.
"Welcome mon ami, to ze realm of perverse… pleazure…" Apolline began, quickly fixing her panties before turning towards the door, her heart sinking a little as she saw who stood in the doorway. It wasn't one of the many people she fantasised about, nor did they boast the shapely curves of many of the attendees. Instead, it was the rather squat and portly figure of someone Apolline didn't personally invite; Millicent Bulstrode. Apolline's words trailed off as she ran her eyes along the plump girl's figure. She was chubby. Very chubby. Her round juicy thighs spilled against one another, with a tight pair of panties hiding a rather modestly sized cock. Her waist bulged outwards, with her breasts almost spilling out of the small bra she had crammed herself into. The broadness of her shoulders was rather remarkable for the girl and her round, freckled face had a certain squishiness about it. Apolline was hesitant to call her unattractive. There was nothing wrong with a fuller girl. However, it seemed that Millicent wanted more than anything to ignore her curvaceous body and instead opted to stuff herself into ill-fitting clothing as opposed to accentuating herself. As such, she looked like she… bursting at the seams. Regardless, Apolline brushed aside her preconceptions, trusting that Millicent would prove to be sufficiently perverse in her lustful desires and that what she lacked in visual appeal would be made up for in spades by her raw carnal sex drive, "Millicent, iz it not? Well… I 'ope zat you are az eager az I am to get started?"
"I get to fuck you? Score! He, he…" Millicent guffawed, her voice low and throaty as she stepped forwards, her body jiggling in an unfavourable way. Once again, her choice of underwear only served to heighten the roundness of her body and make appear a little podgier than she actually was.
"Yes… Quite…" Apolline smiled curtly, watching Millicent waddle forwards and in front of her. With little to no hesitation, Millicent began to grab and grope at Apolline, sinking her stubby fingers into the French beauty's breasts, squeezing and playing with the perfectly sculpted handfuls.
"I hope you like to ride cock. I don't really like any other position. I just like to lay back and let the other person do the work," Millicent explained, her freckled cheeks turning a slight rosy colour as her cock throbbed between her thighs, protruding from the small thong she had uncomfortably forced herself into.
"Ah, I see. Perhaps we should start a little slowly…" Apolline encouraged, trying to temper the Slytherin's clumsy lustful sentiments with a more intimate approach. Nevertheless, Millicent continued in her brutish brazenness, completely ignoring Apolline's pleas for a more sensual encounter and instead appearing more and more out of place than ever. And ever unseemly.
"I've been saving up for weeks for this. Can I cum on your face? And your tits? They are massive," Millicent commented, lightly smacking Apolline's breasts and watching them bounce in the most salacious of ways. Without hesitation, she grabbed the front of Apolline's bra and pulled it down, allowing the immaculately creamy handfuls to spring forth, her nipples hardened from her previous bout of fantasising.
"Mon dieu… Just as I was…" Apolline growled, doing her best to maintain an amicable and peaceful appearance. However, her words were sharply cut off as she felt a firm and rigid hand smack against her ass, with Millicent spanking her suddenly and sharply, watching her globular cheeks jiggle and shake, all before beginning to hike Apolline's thong even higher on her hips, sawing the fabric uncomfortably back and forth as she forcibly flossed Apolline's ass cheeks. Startled by the girl's brazen confidence, Apolline found herself momentarily silenced as Millicent continued her rather barbaric assault on her rear end.
"Merlin's beard… Those are fucking bouncy. I changed my mind. I want to cum on your ass. Maybe we could do it doggy-style? I'll just kneel there, and you bounce back on me. I can't really do much else…" Millicent remarked, bending slightly over and flaunting the squashy ass to Apolline. Continuing to squeeze and spank at Apolline's ass, Millicent finally pulled Apolline to the end of her tether, prompting her to take charge in a way only a Delacour could.
"Sacre-bleu… I didn't want to do zis, but…" Apolline breathed, taking one hand and interlacing it in Millicent's. Pulling the girl away from her ass, Apolline threaded a hand through her silky blonde hair, tussling it as she stared deeply into Millicent's eyes. An almost misty haze glazed across Millicent's features as she found herself lost amidst the crystal blue haze of the older woman's eyes. Suddenly, every word from Apolline's mouth was a sweet and silky symphony, a gloriously purposeful orchestra of auditory delight. Just a simple breath from the woman ignited goosebumps along Millicent's skin and brought her cock right to attention. In her elegance and salacious tone, Apolline allowed every aspect of her being to exude her signature Veela allure, letting her words hang in the air as exquisite reminders of her personal charm and ecstasy fuelled demeanour, "You are a remarkable beauty, non?"
"No one really says t… I…" Millicent began, stammering helplessly as she found herself utterly infantilised. Whilst she had previously been ogling Apolline's beauty in a vapid and physical capacity, she now found herself utterly consumed by the woman's alluring presence. Despite the sumptuous shape of her body and the raw sexuality that was Apolline's slender frame, Millicent was instead lost in the words that Apolline was saying. She was lost in the subtle shift of the woman's lips, the coquettish and suggestive glances she was giving her. Her heart raced faster and faster as her mind became clouded with thoughts of lust and desire. Everytime she tried to speak, her words faltered and fell to the wayside, her lips gormlessly opening and closing, the girl on the verge of drooling. In all honesty, Apolline was stunned by the effect she had. This sort of daze was reserved for full-blooded Veela. Only those with pure Veela blood could wind people into such a mindless submissive haze. Astounded by It, Apolline didn't dare look a gift-horse in the mouth. As Millicent let slip her last attempt at a proper response, Apolline found herself acutely interested in the pleasures that such a subservient slut could provide, "I… I'm…"
"I'll bet you'll look even more beautiful on your knees," Apolline encouraged, resting a hand on Millicent's shoulder and lightly encouraging her to sink down onto her knees. Doing so without hesitation, Millicent looked up at Apolline's now all-encompassing body, her delicious frame completely towering over her. The curve and bounce of Apolline's breasts was highlighted from below, whilst the thick outline of Apolline's stunningly thick cock became all the more accentuated. Millicent hadn't even considered looking to Apolline's crotch. In her dull and limited sexual mind, she thought only of the realm of her own personal pleasure. Even in that realm, she was pointedly uninspired and untalented. But now that she saw Apolline's cock throbbing against her panties, she found herself inspired in ways she had never been before. The infatuation that she had been instilled with by Apolline's allure gave her so much in the way of perverse thoughts and sexual creativity that she couldn't help but want to thank Apolline in as intense a way as possible. Or perhaps that was simply the perverse allure of the Veela charm.
"Yeah… Yeah… I would," Millicent stammered mindlessly as she knelt in front of Apolline, relishing the soft movements the blonde made. Even something as simple as Apolline's slim and slender fingers threading themselves through her hair was enough to get Millicent's stubby cock throbbing.
"Good girl. Open your mouth. Nice and wide. C'est bon. Mmm…" Apolline encouraged, running her thumb along Millicent's plump lower lip, slowly parting the girl's lips and providing a warm wet haven of slick saliva and ravenous drool. The sight was enough to get Apolline throbbing. Even an inexperienced throat could be a haven of pleasure when encouraged in the right direction. Grabbing the side of her panties, Apolline pulled them to one side, allowing her cock to leap free, flopping down against her thigh in its thick, magnificent glory. The size of her cock would have made anyone with Millicent's meagre experience shudder, yet Millicent moaned happily, albeit with her lips open. In her mind, Apolline simply had more cock to pleasure. Breathing softly, Apolline ran her hand tenderly along the length of her cock, jerking herself to full mast. In all honesty, Apolline was a little surprised that she had to do that. Passing her hand back and forth, she couldn't help but remark at the fact she had to coax herself to full mast as opposed to simply being aroused and titillated from the get-go. Again, looking down at Millicent now, she appeared to be a delectable snack in her own unique way. However, it was remarkable how much a dull and unattractive simple personality could hinder an erection. Muttering beneath her breath, Apolline subtly expressed her frustrations in a manner that would go straight over Millicent's head, "Bien sûr, je reçois l'idiot…"
With her cock nice and hard, Apolline wasted no time in guiding her bulbous, pre-cum glossy head towards Millicent's mouth, slipping the tip inside to a deep and throaty moan. Humming softly at the warm embrace of Millicent's lips, Apolline's pleasure was quickly interrupted by a staunch reminder of Millicent's wilful lack of experience. As Apolline thrust forwards, the head of her cock pushing against the back of her throat, Apolline let out a groan of disappointment. It was less for the fact that her throat remained tight and spasmed wildly at her approach, and more at the fact that Millicent's lips remained limp around her cock and her tongue remained remarkably inactive, resting against the base of her mouth. The girl was so inexperience in sucking cock that she made no effort to tighten the purse of her lips or use her tongue lather Apolline's cock in a loving and lustful way. Breathing heavily in disappointment, Apolline rolled her eyes, begrudgingly adapting her plan to lay claim to the young girl's throat. If her lips would not tight and her tongue would not move, Apolline had no choice but to fuck her tight throat as hard and fast as possible. If she didn't, there would be no possibility of an orgasm as a result of Millicent's drab excuse of a blowjob. Humming softly to herself, Apolline turned her gaze elsewhere in the room as she tightened her grip on Millicent's head, threading both her hands through the girl's hair as she drew her hips back. Saliva streaked across her cock, shimmering and shining, all before powering suddenly and sharply forwards. The speed of Apolline's thrust rendered Millicent's throat defenceless to the swift and oncoming cock. Immediately, the blonde carved into the depths of Millicent's gullet, several inches sinking past the point of no return and being lodged in the tight warmth that Apolline initially expected. Suddenly, Millicent was consumed with a series of wild gags and splutters, saliva dripping along her chin. The discomfort and instinct of being throat-fucked finally caused her lips to tighten, latching themselves around Apolline's thick length and bestowing on the blonde the inherent satisfaction she expected. Sighing in relief, Apolline adjusted her position and prepared to hammer deep into Millicent's throat, hoping to cum quickly so that she could pursue more stimulating encounters elsewhere in the manor.
Pumping her cock back and forth a few times, Apolline drove her hips forwards in hopes of easing the last couple inches of her cock into Millicent's susceptible throat. Another flurry of wild spasms ran along Apolline's cock, but soon enough she had Millicent's lips pushed firmly against the base of her cock, her heavy cum-laden balls smacking firmly against the girl's saliva streaked chin. Breathing deeply, Apolline grasped Millicent's head firmly, all before beginning to bounce her hips back and forth, lightly throat-fucking the untalented oralist. Breathing softly, Apolline allowed her other hand to grope and pull at her own breasts, teasing and tweaking her hardened nipple whilst losing herself in the fantasy that this wasn't Millicent Bulstrode, but rather any number of her guests. The slight quivers and wild spasms of her throat could have been Harry's or perhaps even the curvaceous Narcissa. Keeping her eyes clasped shut, Apolline allowed herself to be consumed by that fantasy, wanting more than anything for her cock to be sheathed in anyone else. There was nothing more unattractive than a boring shag. Even the ugliest and most unseemly of lovers could redeem themselves with a little creativity and talented tongue work. Yet Millicent lacked both, leaving Apolline with a persistent desire to cum quickly, a desire she hadn't felt for years. Pumping her hips back and forth, Apolline slammed herself harder and faster into Millicent's clutching throat, spilling pre-cum deep into the girl's throat, saliva gleaming and glistening across her shaft as thick strands of the substance lathered both Apolline's shaft and Millicent's chin. The Slytherin kept her eyes affixed on Apolline's face, tracing the looks of pleasure on her lips and the way in which she moaned, grunted and growled. Every slight twitch of her lips was satisfying to say the least, to the point that she became so enthralled in those details that she could have cared less for the fact her throat was being religiously fucked again and again, with Apolline's cock carving through her lips with little care or concern for her spasming throat convulsions. If anything, they added to the experience.
As her thrusts increased in tempo, Apolline began to feel the all too familiar tightness in her balls. A part of her thought that for the first time in her life, she'd find herself unable to cum as a result of the mundanity, yet Apolline felt he orgasm steadily approaching. As she opened her eyes to decide on where to cum, Apolline was reminded just whom she was fucking. With a sigh, she decided to opt for a moment of irony if nothing else. After a few more deep thrusts, Apolline pulled her cock back, dragging it all the way back to Millicent's lips. Plucking it from her throat, Apolline snaked a hand around her shaft and gave herself a few final tugs, encouraging her cock to spasm and twitch, sending several thick strands of cum pouring across Millicent's face. Groaning softly, Apolline took a perverse satisfaction in drenching the portly girl's face in her cum, even going so far as to plaster a few strands across Millicent's bra clad breasts, letting her cum soak into the fabric. Milking herself completely dry, Apolline let out a heavy sigh of content relief, allowing her cock to flop back against her thigh. Stepping back, she quickly collected herself, readjusting her bra and panties before hurriedly making her way to the door, eager to shirk Millicent's company in favour of her more sexually eccentric guests, "Au revoir mon ami!"
Reaching for the door, Apolline's heart sank as she realised her mistake. She felt the cold metal of the handle seize in place; the door magically locked as per her own design. She borrowed from the magical enchantment placed on the Hogwarts School Gloryhole, ensuring that both participants orgasmed. Millicent, drenched in cum as staggered seemingly breathless towards the sofa, flopping back, exhausted from simply kneeling there. Turning to Apolline, she drearily said, "Don't I have to cum as well?"
"Merde… Oui, mon ami… Zat you do," Apolline sighed, turning back to Millicent and begrudgingly conceding that she did in fact have to return the favour. As Apolline looked back at the Slytherin, she felt a pang of frustration run through her body. Her cock was completely softened removing any chance of her simply pounding into Millicent. Groaning beneath her breath, Apolline swallowed her pride and strode towards Millicent, "Take out your cock. Quickly now…"
"You are going to ride me. Score!" Millicent grinned in her dull monotone voice. Grabbing her panties, she pulled them off, showing Apolline that she had the beginnings of what could be a plump, curvaceous body; yet one that was stunted by her choice of underwear. Groaning once again in disappointment, Apolline turned around and faced away from Millicent, opting to avoid eye-contact as she bounced on the girl's cock. Peeling her own panties to one side, she shuffled backwards, adjusting herself into position only to have Millicent's chubby fingers groping and pulling at her ass, mauling her cheeks as if she was a child. Sighing, Apolline grabbed Millicent's stunted cock by the base, estimating it to be around five inches; hardly the most substantially pleasant shaft to be drilling into her. Guiding the tip to the puckered ring of her asshole, Apolline didn't even care for additional lubricant, deciding that she would let Millicent's pre-cum suffice, primarily so she didn't have to waste any additional time lubing her up. It took little effort whatsoever for Apolline to angle her cock into place and drop her hips downwards, sinking the entirety of Millicent's meagre shaft deep into her ass. The resonant smack of her ass against Millicent's thighs was the only personal satisfaction that Apolline got from Millicent's cock, with the shaft's thickness not being enough to stretch her and its length barely being able to scratch those deep itches within her clutching hole.
"Mon dieu… Les choses que je fais…" Apolline muttered beneath her breath as Millicent continued to paw and pull at her ass cheeks, lightly smacking them as the older blonde built up a steady bouncing rhythm. It took little effort for Apolline to develop a good pace, thought she struggled to begin with. She was used to larger lengths that required long and fluid bounces to properly ride. Millicent was more a sharp and shallow ride. Regardless, she found her rhythm, bouncing quickly back and forth, reducing Millicent's greedy laughs to slow and deep breaths, her hands resting on the side of Apolline's hips, clumsily slamming Apolline's ass down as fast and hard as she could, completely ignoring the purposefully intense pace that Apolline had developed. Even though it was much more pleasurable, Millicent remained blinded by her ill-founded notions that faster and harder were more satisfying. As such, Apolline struggled to even provide the sumptuous and silky experience that she, as a part Veela and famously sexual person, prided herself on. Rolling her eyes once again, Apolline conceded, allowing Millicent to awkwardly slam her hips up and down, bluntly humping at Apolline's round ass cheeks. With her in complete control, Millicent found that her cock was constantly slipping from Apolline's asshole, with Millicent constantly guiding it back into place, unable to understand why it had all gone wrong of a sudden. Meanwhile Apolline simply squatted there, absent-mindedly allowing her ass to be used by an inexperienced person. It reminded her of her time back in high school when she hadn't come to terms with the true extent of her Veela allure and would simply allow boys to clumsily and inadequately fuck her. Back when she didn't have the self-respect to demand better of a lover. Frankly, this wasn't the experience she was hoping for when she brought together some of the most sexually stunning and experienced people in the wizarding world. Regardless, the only thing that she could hope for was that Millicent lacked any form of stamina and would cum quickly and unceremoniously, so that Apolline could put this behind her and move onto sweeter and more tantalising pleasures.
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Much to Rita's frustration, she found that as she walked through the many wings of the manor, that she was unable to utilise her Animagus abilities. She had hoped to find a small enough crack in a few select rooms to slip through, however, was forced to resort only to peering through said slits and gleaning what little information she could from the shifting shapes beyond. Eventually, she had to abandon her more voyeuristic sentiments and instead hope that she would be able to capitalise on whomever she was paired with in this perverse swinger's game. Arriving at her designated room, she plucked a small bottle of perfume from between her breasts, dabbing a drop on each of her wrists before allowing the sickeningly sweet smell to run along her neck. Reaffixing the bottle back between her sizable bust, she checked her hair in the mirror, ensuring that she was sufficiently alluring, all before pushing into the small room hoping to land Harry Potter or one of the Ministry officials so as to create a damning article at their expense. However, as the door closed behind her, she found herself presented with something that she did not expect. The magical lock clicked behind her and she was presented with a large resplendent four-poster bed, upon which knelt a lithe and supple looking girl, her ass proudly prostrated. It wasn't the sight that she expected, yet Rita could hardly complain. The girl was a rather pleasant sight to say the least. Her pert ass cheeks fell apart slightly, revealing a well-used and trained asshole. Dangling between her thighs was a rather large cock, thick and throbbing, gleaming with plenty of pre-cum and lightly bouncing back and forth. Such a blatantly suggestive position was newsworthy enough in her mind, with Skeeter already envisioning the headline, 'Scandal: X-person proudly waits with their ass in the air, ready for any passing stranger.'
"Well, isn't this a charming welcome? I don't even know your name," Rita said with a coy and alluring smirk, slowly sauntering her way over to the bed, admiring the soft expanse of creamy flesh and the delectable curves that outlined the girl's body.
"Fwuhhna," a muffled voice called out, stopping Rita in her tracks. It was rather peculiar that the girl didn't just lift her head and say that, but instead spoke whilst remaining muffled amidst a stack of pillows. Stepping closer, Rita saw the ample handfuls of the girl's breasts, tiny pink nipples standing prominently upon her pert mounds.
"I'm sorry? I missed that," Rita called out, inching closer to the girl, noticing the blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her back arching even more with each step towards her. The girl had her head thrust in a thick pile of duvets and pillows, her arms outstretched even further beyond, creating an even more baffling picture.
"Oh, Luna. My name is Luna," the girl said, finally pulling herself out from beneath the pillows, throwing them to one side as she knelt upright. Smiling softly and a little dreamily through her frizzy dishevelled hair, Luna paid little attention to the older woman, practically ignoring her as she rolled off the bed.
"Luna? As in… as in Lovegood? Xenophilius's girl? Well isn't this a cha…" Rita smiled eagerly, following after Luna, only to grind to a halt as Luna dropped to her knees and once again pushed her ass out towards Rita, her hole gaping a little further as she wriggled herself beneath the bed. Startled and a little confused, Rita asked slowly, "Chance encounter… What are you doing?"
"I think I dropped my wand…" Luna replied, grunting as she stretched even further, her ass catching on the edge of the bed, stopping her from getting any further. Now that she knew this was a Lovegood she was dealing with, Rita was less surprised by the abnormal behaviour, however, she was still taken aback by her blissful disregard for the reporter's presence. And her flagrant presenting of her round, supple ass cheeks. Had Rita not spied an opportunity to glean some information from her rival, she would have simply plucked her cock loose and slammed it in the young girl's eager and winking hole, pounding away until they both came before leaving in search of more fruitful encounters elsewhere in the manor.
"You shouldn't have your wand. They were kept at the door," Rita reminded her, watching as Luna shuffled back and knelt upright, a flash of sudden realisation dawning on her face. They had in fact taken her wand, and yet she had been so convinced she dropped it.
"Oh, that's right," she said airily before climbing back onto the bed and propping herself on the edge, her hands clasped in her lap as she looked expectantly at Rita. The swiftness with which Luna went from searching to passive disregard was astonishing. Especially as she abandoned the notion that she dropped anything in the first place. The more Rita questioned the circumstances that led to Luna search for her missing wand, the more peculiarities arose in the girl's behaviour, to the extent that she didn't want to probe any deeper into it for fear of unearthing another absurd quirk in the ditzy blonde.
"So, you didn't drop anything?" Rita asked, unable to help herself. Her inquisitive mind led her to challenge Luna, unwittingly oblivious to the fact that it would be utterly fruitless and would only pose more questions than useful, tangible answers.
"Apparently not," Luna replied with ambivalent nonchalance, almost appearing as if she was confused herself by Rita insinuating that she had dropped something. Almost as if she didn't understand where such a suggestion was coming from in the first place.
"Right… Okay…" Rita breathed, clearing the air and slowly sauntering her way over to Luna, rocking her hips with each slow and purposeful step. The tight fitting lime lingerie she had accentuated her natural curve, with the frilly thong serving to highlight just how plump and squashy her ass was. Her figure was almost always a surprise to people, with her supple curves making a pleasant surprise for someone her age. Sliding onto the bed next to Luna, Rita casually laid a hand on the girl's thigh, gently massaging her tender skin, all the while staring at the Ravenclaw with passionately lustful intent, her words a slow and salacious drawl, "So… Luna, tell me, I imagine you know quite a bit about your father's work on that… the Quimmer?"
"Oh, the Quibbler," Luna beamed excitedly, eager to talk about the magazine with anyone who was willing. Frankly, in that moment, she was happier to have been paired up with someone interested in the Quibbler as opposed to having been paired with someone physically attractive.
"Yes, that quaint little thing. I was wondering if there was anything worth knowing. You know. Friend to friend," Rita purred, leaning close and sliding a hand around Luna's back, planting it on the bed an inch from where her ass met the sheets, extending her thumb just enough that all it would take was a slight push and her digit would be grazing against the Lovegood's asshole.
"Well, yes. There are a lot of things worth knowing," Luna said, trying to wrack her brain for the most fascinating article that her father had been working on. Every single one was so acutely interesting that she couldn't possibly just choose one.
"Such as," Rita prompted, squeezing her shoulders inwards, causing her steep cleavage to become even steeper and more delectably framed. However, such perverse actions were fruitless. Now that Luna was set on talking about the Quibbler, nothing short of a cock tearing her in two would distract her towards anything remotely sexual in nature. Despite her being naked and Rita insinuating her lust with each word she spoke.
"My father recently discovered that Diamecks secrete a lethal poison when they finish mating," Luna said excitedly, watching Rita's face fall flat with disappointment. She was right, Luna thought, there were dozens more interesting facts about Diamecks she could have said. Any avid reader of the Quibbler would know that. Kicking herself, she contemplated what other articles were in the works whilst Rita did everything in her power to not imagine how Xenophilius Lovegood was able to determine that fact.
"I was thinking more along the lines of news. As… eclectic as that paper of yours is, you still run a fair few news stories worthy of raising an eyebrow at," Rita smiled, shifting the hand on the bed forwards, curving it beneath Luna's ass and gently squeezing her juicy flesh. Her other hand inched higher along the girl's thigh, her thumb sliding further and lightly tracing along a firm ridge of Luna's cock.
"Well… There is the big Harry Potter story that my father is planning to run," Luna said nonchalantly, blissfully oblivious to Rita's face lighting up with palpable excitement. Squeezing up closer to Luna, Rita appeared almost as the devil on the young girl's shoulder, leading her down the astray path.
"There is? That sounds incredibly interesting," she said, his words rolling with perverse intent, her hot breath rushing against Luna's ear, the Ravenclaw's arm squeezing firmly up against Rita's breasts, the increased proximity threatening to plunge her bicep deep into Rita's cleavage.
"It is. It will change so many people's opinions regarding him. Frankly, it might just…" Luna began excitedly, only to stop herself before she went into details. Shrinking back a little, she curbed her tongue, knowing the gravity of the article and how important it was to her father, "I probably shouldn't say anything about it…"
"Oh, that's where you're wrong... The more people that know, the more opinions it'll change," Rita smiled, her hand sliding further along Luna's thigh, the tips of her fingers dancing gently across her bulging, thick cock, "You want that for your friend, right?"
"Well, of course I do. But I don't know if I can trust you. You have a… bad aura. It feels like you live in a house with dimbles. You might want to get that checked out. They can make you really…" Luna began, rambling of on a completely different tangent as Rita struggled to keep her focussed.
"You can trust me… In fact, I'm going to show that you can trust me. Would you like that?" Rita purred, throwing caution to the wind and wrapping her fingers gently around Luna's cock, her slim and slender fingers gently squeezing her throbbing length. Leaning into Luna's ear, Rita let her low, husky breaths ignite shivers along Luna's spine, her teeth playfully biting at the young blonde's earlobe. Letting it ping back into place, she giggled hoarsely, before adding in as seductive a tone as she could, "I'll let you do anything you want…"
"Anything?" Luna asked, almost in complete ambivalence to the overtly sexual steps that Rita had taken. Even as the older blonde leered lustfully at her, she still sat there with her hands clasped neatly in her lap, staring expectantly at Rita for clarification, her mind running in a dozen different ways. When it came down to it, there was only really one thing she wanted to do right then and there, and if Rita was willing to provide then what good was keeping her father's secret.
"Absolutely anything. Provided you share that little ser…" Rita began, unwittingly unleashing Luna's inhibitions. Before the reporter could even say anything, she felt her body get tugged sharply onto the bed. Collapsing onto the mattress, Rita grunted, surprised and startled at the lithe girl's impressive strength. Rolling onto her back, she was just able to see Luna leaping off the bed, pull open a cabinet and begin rifling around inside, "Ah! What the…"
"You said anything… I'm doing anything," Luna smiled, almost giggling as she turned back to Rita, flaunting what she had found in the cabinet. Several lengths of rope and a ball-gag. Realising that she had just agreed to submit herself completely to a Lovegood of all people, Rita instinctively rolled onto her stomach as if to crawl away. Before she could do anything, Luna was straddling her back, pinning the reporter in place as she wrestled Rita's arms behind her. With startling deftness and precision, Luna bound Rita's hands together, fastening them firmly in the place, the rope burning against the woman's skin. Rita's mouth parted to howl at Luna, but it was ultimately to her detriment. Just as she tried to force out a barrage of obscenities, Luna jammed the bright red ball-gag into the woman's mouth, quickly tightening it and fastening it in place. Whatever words Rita had hoped to curb Luna's actions quickly found themselves completely muffled. Wriggling back and forth, Rita tried in vain to free herself, only to cause the ropes to cut tighter into her skin. She could still feel Luna on her back, only now, she could feel Luna's thigh cock slapped firmly between her ass cheeks. As much as she hoped Luna's wildest desires were simply to fuck her ass, Rita knew she wouldn't be so lucky. Luna was after all, still facing away from Rita's head, meaning she'd have a tough time fucking her. No, Luna's fixation was on something else. Rita's ass was so tantalisingly soft and plump; round and juicy. It was framed so perfectly by those prim little panties of hers and in Rita's attempts to appear salacious and attractive, she had unwittingly curried Luna's attraction towards her rounded arse.
Still blissfully ignorant to Luna's desires, Rita was swiftly and firmly made abundantly aware as Luna brought her hands screeching down against Rita's ass. The loud crack of her hands meeting Rita's flesh was so loud and the pain so sharp that Rita didn't gasp or scream a muffled scream. Her lips simply parted, her eyes widened, and her ass burned. Immediately, two red hand-prints were seemingly scorched into her flesh, her pale skin turning a ripe and rosy red. Startled by the girl's spanking, Rita was gormless to the second strike, with Luna not waiting for Rita to adjust and rather simply bringing her hands blistering down against Rita's ass cheeks once more. This time, she elicited a yelp, with Rita squirming beneath Luna, only to find the girl's weight immovable. Instead of spanking her again, Luna brought her hands down sharply and quickly in a quick barrage of slaps, the stinging strikes acting like nippy bites when slapping against her tender flesh. Luna's erratic nature emphasised itself firmly as she then began to maul and pull at Rita's ass cheeks, squeezing and fondling them with a firm and dominant nature, grabbing her flesh and stretching it before allowing it to bounce suddenly back into place. Rita's ass became a plaything to Luna, with her avid fascination causing her cock to throb as it sat pulsating between Rita's ass cheeks, being massaged by the sudden jiggles and shakes brought about by her wild fondling. Rita could feel pre-cum beginning to leak along her ass crack as Luna moaned hungrily, returning to her heavy and full wound up spanks. The slapping of flesh filled the room, alongside Rita's muffled sounds of protest. The searing sensation of her sensitive cheeks burning a bright red colour was becoming all too much. Especially when followed up with Luna's firm squeezing and groping, which in itself left her pale ass a darker red from the firmness of it. Cycling through heavy spanks, sharp quick slaps, and avid intense fondling, Luna caused Rita's ass to glow a deep red colour, her crack sufficiently lubricated from the copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from the bulbous tip of her engorged cock.
Heavy breaths were muffled against the ball-gag as Rita fought to escape. The moment she felt Luna unstraddle her, she tried to roll onto her back, yet that ultimately proved to be fruitless. Luna quickly rolled her back onto her front and grabbed the hem of her delicate and bespoke panties. Slowly, Rita felt the fabric pinch between her ass cheeks, slowly tightening against her skin as Luna hiked them higher and higher up her hips. Rita wanted to grit her teeth, but she couldn't. She felt the fabric sawing between her cheeks, pinching against her asshole and squeezing her cock uncomfortably. The waistband climbed higher until she heard the distinct sound of tearing. One firm tug upwards and the garment ripped into shreds, with Luna giggling triumphantly as she brought the torn piece of fabric up to Rita's head. Muffled protest did little to stop Luna from tightening the torn pair of panties around Rita's head, creating a make-shift blind-fold from the gaudy lime green underwear. Rita could smell the lingering pre-cum from her own previous arousal as her sight was blotted out by her own panties. Luna was more unceremonious with Rita's bra, simply unfastening it and tossing it to one side. However, Rita would have preferred a more torturous removal than what actually came next. She felt herself get flipped onto her back, her arms uncomfortably squashed beneath her as Luna straddled the buxom reporter.
Groaning, Rita could only figure out what was going on by feeling and sound. She felt Luna's thick and heavy cock smack firmly down between her breasts, slapping against her chest bone, her breasts lightly parting to accommodate the engorged shaft. Expecting Luna to simply titty-fuck her, Rita held out hope for something less blistering from the girl. However, Luna swiftly proved her wrong, bringing her hands clapping down against the side of Rita's tits, causing them to jiggle and shake against Luna's cock. Moaning happily as the reverberations shuddered along her cock, Luna quick to do it again, bringing her hands down against Rita's tits and causing them to bounce wildly in place. Once again, her flesh began to glow a slight red as Luna began to playfully bounce the woman's breasts with comparatively soft smacks, her flesh seemingly jerking Luna's cock off. A steady stream of pre-cum was starting to gloss along Rita's breasts alongside her chin becoming slick and sloppy from saliva; all to Luna's perverse delight. Pinching Rita by her nipples, Luna firmly pulled the woman's breasts upwards, painfully stretching them by their most sensitive point. When they would no longer stretch, Luna began to bounce them back and forth, shaking and jiggling them wildly, much to her own pleasurable delight and Rita's grunting discomfort. Letting them bounce back into position, Luna once again brought her hands smacking down, only this time she continued the momentum forwards, squeezing Rita's breasts firmly inwards, wrapping the soft and silky flesh around her cock. Tightening her grip, she created as clutching a pocket of flesh as she could before sawing her hips back and forth, fucking Rita's breasts in what could be called a relatively normal fashion.
However, that didn't hold her interest for long. Consumed by a seemingly perverse and wild haze, Luna was intent to leap from pleasurable delight to pleasurable delight, savouring her every whim and fancy. It was so rare that she had someone so completely submissive. Whilst her friends were always ready and eager to answer to her sexual needs, it was rare that they would acquiesce to her more voracious desires. But her new blonde friend was so eager to do so and so Luna felt overwhelmed with possibilities. Flipping Rita effortlessly onto her front, Luna returned her cock to the woman's ass, sliding it along her plump ass cheeks. Spanking the woman sharply, Luna did what she did to Rita's breasts and sank her fingers firmly into each globular cheek and created a tight pocket of soft flesh for her cock. Lubricated from Luna's previous assault on Rita's ass, Luna found the woman's ass cheeks slick and heavenly, her cock carving effortlessly through the softness, milking more and more pre-cum from her thick cock. As Luna pondered what to do next, she began fuck Rita's ass cheeks with wilder intensity, slapping her crotch firmly against her rear end, her balls colliding firmly with Rita's, sending additional shivers through Luna's pleasure-addled body. Humping wildly at Rita's ass, Luna spanked and slapped her, ensuring that her ass remained that sumptuous red colour. Each time her hand struck Rita's ass, she savoured that resonant smack. It was such a glorious sound.
As Luna allowed herself to be consumed by her pleasures, she felt a flicker of guilt. Her she was, savouring her wildest and most spontaneous desires all with the help of her newfound friend, and yet she wasn't returning the favour. Clambering off of Rita, Luna went back to that cabinet in search of something pleasure Rita with. Finding a bulbous silver bulb of sorts with a blue bejewelled end, Luna returned to Rita. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, Luna lowered the toy to Rita's tight puckered asshole. With a little spit as lube, Luna worked the toy back and forth, easing it gently into Rita's ass. Her hole effortlessly parted and accepted the toy, with her ring fastening itself around the small bejewelled handle. As the toy was sheathed inside her, Luna noticed that the jewel appeared to be a button of sorts. Curiously, she pressed it and watched as the toy rhythmically began to spin. Perfect, she thought. The toy would tend to Rita's pleasure whilst Luna went in search of her own. Win, win. Little did she know, as the toy spun, it would slowly increase in size with each rhythmic rotation, a fact that Rita was blissfully unaware off until it completed its first circuit and slowly began to balloon inside of her. Wriggling wildly, she once again found herself to be utterly helpless to Luna's desires, with Luna's more conscientious side being completely overtaken by her wild aspect of pure sexual lust. Fortunately for Rita, Luna was forced to think on the fly, meaning her creativity was somewhat hampered. Had she been given time to prepare, Rita would have been privy to full perverse imagination of Loony Lovegood.
Rolling Rita onto her back once again, Luna unfastened the ball gag that was keeping Rita silenced. By the time that Rita realised the ball-gag was coming off and that she could speak, she was quickly silenced once again by Luna straddling her and smothering her curly blonde hair amidst her ass. Sinking her hips downwards, Luna brought her asshole right up against Rita's lips, expecting the reporter's tongue to lunge wildly forwards in a perverse and hungry desire to do everything in her power to please her. Instead, Rita's muffled grunts were all that vibrated through Luna's body, all the while the older woman's writhed in increasing discomfort as the toy in her ass continued to steadily swell. A little uncertain as to why Rita wasn't devouring her ass, Luna simply began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding ass against Rita, using her facial features for her own pleasure, all the while gently smacking her cock against Rita's body. As soon as the reporter realised this was the alternative, she begrudgingly extended her tongue, allowing Luna to sink her body downwards, piercing her puckered asshole with the woman's slick and endlessly pleasurable tongue. Groaning as her tongue was forced deeply inside of Luna's asshole, Rita begrudgingly accepted her fate as Luna's perverse plaything, simply allowing her tongue to be ridden in a vain hope that an orgasm would satiate Luna's desires. Moans filled the room as Luna lightly bounced on Rita's tongue, tongue-fucking herself at her own ravenous discretion. As Luna smothered Rita, her attention was brought elsewhere; down to Rita's cock. It was throbbing and twitching on its own. It was such a peculiar thing. Leaning forwards, Luna felt her asshole slide away from Rita's tongue with her new position not beneficial to Rita eating out her ass. As such, Luna flippantly changed tact, deciding to pursue this instead.
Just as quickly as her intense desire to fulfil her lustful thoughts claimed her, she found herself now acutely interested in Rita's cock. Lifting her hips, Luna guided her own cock into Rita's open mouth and unceremoniously thrust it deep into the blonde woman's spasming gullet. Luna's heavy balls rested on the bridge of Rita's nose, the curly-haired blonde' vision somewhat restored as Luna's wild riding had knocked loose the pair of panties that acted as a blind-fold. Not that having her vision restored meant anything. She was still just given a view of Luna's pert ass cheeks. Luna laid across Rita's body, her head resting on Rita's thigh, right beside the woman's cock. Had she swallowed Rita's cock, they would have been sixty-nining, yet Luna was strangely fixated with the thick cock in front of her. It slowly dawned on the blonde that she had never properly inspected a cock beyond her own one. She remembered that day rather well. She spent almost the entire day running her hands along her cock, tracing every inch and vein, learning her own anatomy and mastering it. Yet she had never done it done it to anyone else's. Taking Rita's cock in her hand, she lightly began to run her fingers and hands back and forth, softly and gently caressing it, teasing it and tracing it. It was a torturously soft approach. Rita felt some measure of arousal towards the fact that she getting her cock touched, but it was to such a tame extent that she couldn't say it enjoyable. Her balls churned with each brush, the butt-plug swelling in her ass, and yet her cock was forced to endure the gently caress of a single finger inching itself painfully slowly along the crest of her cock, lightly circling across the throbbing purple flesh only to suddenly pull away and leave her cock to quite literally throb on its own. All of this while her own throat was used as a sheathe for Luna's cock. Luna wasn't fucking her throat. It was almost as if she had forgotten it was in Rita's throat to begin with. She quite literally allowed to sit in her throat, choking her.
As Luna propped herself up and ogled Rita's cock, she turned her attention towards the cabinet of toys and saw to her delight one of the objects casually soaring through the air. Magically enchanted, it brought itself just in reach of Luna's hand before dropping down into her. Bemused by the magic, Luna almost found herself distracted once more, but forced herself to cling to her current fascination. Unbeknownst to her, the cabinet was specially made at Apolline's behest and was magically enchanted to provide any object therein at the user's subliminal demand. The toy that had dropped into Luna's hand was muggle by nature and whilst Luna was oblivious to its name, it was ironically a wand all in its own; a vibrating wand. Finding the twitch on the side, she flicked it and watched as the bulbous dome to the toy began to shuddered intensely. Pressing her finger against it, Luna was baffled by how intense the vibrations were. Designed for pussies, the toy had wild intensities. However, for Luna, there was nothing but a cock in her grasp. Wrapping a hand around the base of Rita's cock, Luna pulled back her glistening foreskin and pressed the tip of the vibrating wand against Rita's cock-head. Suddenly, Rita began to convulse beneath Luna, writhing and shaking as she bucked her hips uncontrollably. Startled, Luna slid her hand further up Rita's cock and wrapped her hand just below her cock-head before firmly pressing the toy against her tip. Once again, Rita twisted beneath Luna wildly, the pleasure becoming far too intense to bare. Even if she wasn't having her ass toyed with, the sheer power of that vibrator would have been unfathomably powerful. Squealing and screaming around Luna's cock, she unwittingly spurred Luna onwards. After all, when your sounds are muffled by a cock, there is very, very little to distinguish between an intense moan of pleasure and a screech.
Holding the toy against Rita's cock-head, Luna watched as her shaft spasmed and twitched wildly, a sudden eruption of cum exploding from the tip. The several thick splashes landed on Luna's face and Rita's stomach, her cock acting like a cannon with a seemingly endless supply of cum. Eventually it stopped, with Rita's cock-head continuing to twitch as if she orgasming. Despite having unloaded, Rita wouldn't dare describe it as an orgasm. It was nothing near as pleasurable as an orgasm. The sounds of her struggle shuddered along Luna's cock, spurring Luna to return the vibrator to Rita's softening cock. Once again, Rita writhed and gyrated, the vibrations shuddering through her cock and being replicated in the sounds of her muffled grunts. Luna moaned happily as her cock was subjected to the spasming tightness of Rita's throat, each burst of vibrating intensity that was applied to Rita's cock being surged through Luna's cock tenfold. It didn't take long for Luna's cock to pump a thick load down into Rita's throat, her cock spilling several strands directly into Rita's helpless stomach. She had never been so happy to swallow a load of cum before. She had hoped that the fact that Luna had cum would spell the end of this and that she would roll off and the two would go their separate ways. However, as Luna's cock sat softened in Rita's throat, the reporter slowly began to realise that Luna was far from done. The younger blonde grabbed Rita's soft cock and stretched it outwards. Slowly, she ran the vibrator from base to the tip, ensuring that each inch of her cock was tormented by the endlessly intense pleasure. Squealing in painfully pleasurable ecstasy, Rita continued to contort beneath Luna, completely at the blonde's sexual inquisitive mercy. It didn't even matter that the doors had unlocked, allowing both of them to leave. Luna was having too much fun, and for once, she was the Domme…
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"Mon dieu, Madame… Iz it serious?" Gabrielle asked, her words fluttering softly as her lower lip quivered. Her round eyes appeared almost glassy, glazed on the verge of fake tears. The girl, having blossomed since last being in the company of those currently at Delacour Manor, now held a figure akin to her mother and sisters. She maintained her thinner frame, yet that did not stop her breasts appearing round and curvaceous in comparison. Whilst they would appear miniscule in comparison to Apolline or Fleur, they look large in their own right and relation to her body. Her ass was similar, rounding itself into a plump and juicy bounce, her long legs leading tantalisingly towards the supple curve. Her face held the sharper features of adult-hood, yet she had that unmistakable allure of the Delacours. She was laid, naked, on one of the many sofas in her designated room, her arm draped over her forehead, her cheeks running flush with a light burn. Feigning distress, she looked across the room to her partner, quelling a smile of approval as the mature woman pretended to busy herself with her back turned.
"It is lucky that you arrived when you did. A few minutes more and we'd have a very serious case on our hands. As it stands, I think I may well be able to help you," Madam Pomfrey replied in her clinical way, embracing her expertise in the act that she was playing. She was surprised that the young blonde was so brazen as to immediately leap into a roleplay of all things, yet she was pleasantly surprised. Her position as Hogwarts school nurse meant that she so rarely got to indulge in her own sexuality, let alone explore her fantasies. Fortunately for both of them, she held a particular soft-spot for the perversity of fantasy; the kinkiness of a naughty nurse attending to her sexually distressed patient, implementing all sort of perverted indulgences in order to cure them of their salaciously intimate sickness.
"Merci beaucoup… I would not know what to do without you," Gabrielle replied, the woe in her voice exaggerated and near comical as she allowed her eyes to dance across the woman's body. She certainly hid her sexual figure well. It was only when reduced to the simplicity of lingerie that she properly accentuated her frame. She had a delectably mature body. Whilst some would say she sagged in places, Gabrielle only thought that added to her delicious looking body. Her arse was something spectacular. Round, puffy, juicy, plump, squashy… Everything that Gabrielle avidly enjoyed in an older woman. She always found that whilst her mother was stunning perfection in her old age, she lacked the unique appeal to a matured woman. And Madam Pomfrey embodied that in spades. Her hips pinched inwards, her belly a little bunched in the tight-fitting pale pink lingerie she was wearing, a garter belt hung high on her hips and framing her delectable rear. Her breasts were as plump as her ass, filling out a large bra with their juiciness fullness. The thin fabric of the bra was pulled tightly, making very little secret of Pomfrey's arousal, as her nipples stood proudly and prominently atop the curve of her breast. The only thing that disappointed Gabrielle was something that couldn't be helped. Pomfrey had discarded her nurse hat at the changing room, oblivious as to how appropriate it would have been to keep it. Regardless, the two of them didn't care for accuracy of complete immersion. Their bulging, throbbing cocks were testament to that end. As Gabrielle lay there naked, having stripped her lingerie off at the behest of her doting nurse, her cock rested hard against her stomach, thick and throbbing, having grown over the years to a modest ten inches. As Madam Pomfrey turned, her own cock strained against the panties she was wearing, begging to simply be unleashed. However, such a step would be improper for a nurse of her commanding presence to do. Striding over to Gabrielle, Madam Pomfrey stooped by their makeshift hospital bed, a soft smile on her face.
"It is a common issue, my dear. Don't worry. So many young and beautiful witches find themselves affected by an arousal curse. It's a common thing, but tricky to treat. Drink this, it'll help," Madam Pomfrey explained, encouraging Gabrielle to take a drink from a glass she prepared. It was simply a glass of red wine, yet she had busied herself preparing it so as to maintain the idea that it was some intricate and delicate magical medicine that required a deft hand to create and not simply poured from the crystal decanter in the corner.
"I feel so silly. To 'ave to come to a nurse with zis issue. I 'ope zat you don't think me strange," Gabrielle breathed forlornly, taking the glass of wine and sipping curtly at it, pretending it to be some viciously appalling medicine as opposed to a delicious glass of French wine.
"Not at all… I've helped many a woman overcome the arousal curse," Madam Pomfrey smirked, taking her hands and beginning to run them across Gabrielle's body in a strictly medicinal way. She went from her legs to her arms, testing blood-flow and tenderness, her fingers only occasionally grazing against anything sensitive enough to elicit a moan. As she caressed her supple, creamy body, Madam Pomfrey let out in a soft breath, her cock throbbing as she did so, "Never one as beautiful as you, mind."
"Mon dieu! You are making me blush," Gabrielle giggled, enjoying the tender massage for what it was, even if her cock throbbed in desperation for something more tangible. It was a titillating experience to say the least, yet she longed for the talented lips and hands of a medical professional to cure her despicable ailment.
"You'll be blushing plenty more by the end of this, so drink up," Madam Pomfrey smirked, encouraging her to take another swig of wine, the blonde scrunching her face up at the delicious beverage before putting on a table out of reach. Resting on her knees beside Gabrielle's sofa, Madam Pomfrey explained what she was going to do next, dressing her sexual intentions under the thinly veiled guise of medical necessity, "First, we must ascertain the source of the curse. Get on all fours if you don't mind."
"All fours? I 'ope zat zis iz a medical procedure, Madame?" Gabrielle said coyly, rolling onto her stomach, a bead of pre-cum smearing against the fabric of the sofa before she pushed up onto all fours, her cock hanging heavy beneath her as she made a show of arching her back, proudly pushing out and presenting her juicy rear end. Biting her lip, she looked at Madam Pomfrey as if she were defenceless and at the older woman's whim and mercy, a thought that sent shivers through both of their aroused bodies.
"Of course. We must discern whether or not this is a curse of natural occurrence or one of purposeful malice," Madam Pomfrey explained, taking a moment to drink in the young woman's supple, salacious figure. The talent of a Delacour was in the way they naturally shifted their body into the most sexually suggestive and appealing way. It was subconscious. Even the slightest change would cause them to cock their hip or arch their back that little bit more in order to attain the most alluring and provocative curvature to their already delectable bodies. Gabrielle was no different in that regard.
"I cannot imagine anyone would want to go out of zeir way to curse moi!" she cried, the notion appearing incredulous in her character's innocent mind. She knew better though. If an arousal curse did in fact exist, she knew countless perverted individuals who would use it to have women like her and her family begging to be fucked by them. Hell, there were probably some in attendance at that manor.
"Really? It is all too common for a man to plant an arousal curse on a girl in hopes that their desperation to orgasm would bring them to their knees in front of them," Madam Pomfrey explained, laying her hand on Gabrielle's back, stifling a moan at the silky sensation of her body.
"Oh, 'ow 'orrible!" Gabrielle exclaimed, savouring that casual brush from Madam Pomfrey's hand. She hungered for more and as the older woman curved her hand downwards, Gabrielle's ass tightened in eager anticipation for what she hoped would come.
"Have no fear. I'm sure we'll find the truth. Now, I'm going to see if there are traces of magic on your prostate. Deep breath," Madam Pomfrey smiled, resting her hands on Gabrielle's ass cheeks. Biting her lip, Gabrielle waited with bated breath as her cheeks steadily fell apart, her tight hole winking at Madam Pomfrey. It looked unfathomably tight, yet the young girl's pursed ring simply did nothing to betray just how loose she was. Or rather, well-trained. Even though she could easily take a massively sizable cock, she still retained that tight pliability that made for an enjoyable fuck. Realising that the lube was on the other side of the room, Madam Pomfrey didn't bother grabbing it and instead dipped her finger into her mouth, unceremoniously and rather unkemptly lathering it in spittle. Popping it free, she used one hand to keep the girl's cheeks nice and spread, allowing her unrestricted access to her clutching entrance. Bringing her digit down to Gabrielle's hole, she gently ran a teasing circle across her tight, puckered entrance, watching as it appeared to tighten even more, shivers running along Gabrielle's body. Smirking, Madam Pomfrey gently massaged her juicy ass cheeks, encouraging her to loosen up, "Breath. This won't hurt in the slightest. You simply need to relax and allow me work."
"If you zay so… Just… Go slowly, Madame…" Gabrielle breathed, feigning trepidation. She knew all too well that Madam Pomfrey would have to probably fist her to get anywhere close to stretching her in a painful capacity. However, where was the fun in playing the anally talented slut that she normally was? What was the point of playing a role in that case.
Slowly, Madam Pomfrey pressed her finger against Gabrielle's tightened hole, lightly applying pressure in search of entering. She felt Gabrielle's body tense up, yet it wasn't an instinctive reaction, but rather one to mimic the tightness of a nervous anal virgin. With a little more pressure, Madam Pomfrey managed to inch the tip inside, squeezing her digit into Gabrielle's arse. Gasping loudly as her hole stretched to accommodate, Gabrielle grit her teeth, closing her eyes as the older woman slowly eased the finger further and further into her hole. Bit by bit, she felt the entirety of Madam Pomfrey's finger curl inside of her, stretching her ass a small amount. Just as Madam Pomfrey expected, she found Gabrielle to be an utter butt-slut and her apprehension feigned. The reputation of the Delacour's preceded her, yet Madam Pomfrey maintained the act, gently running her hand across the young girl's ass cheek, encouraging her to take the finger deeper. Despite managing to run her finger across the sensitive bead of pleasure that was Gabrielle's prostate, Madam Pomfrey was quick to begin easing her finger back out, twisting it slightly as she began to gently finger fuck the young girl's hole, pumping her digit in and out of her clutching ass. Oblivious to Madam Pomfrey's true, perverse intentions, Gabrielle's character maintained her ignorance, stifling moans of pleasure as her prostate was massaged and teased. The woman's touch was purposeful and precise, sending distinct shivers of pleasure along Gabrielle's throbbing cock, beads of pre-cum gleaming and glistening across her engorged tip. She was startled by how pleasurable a single finger could be, yet this was undoubtedly an area of experience for the perversely inclined nurse. Savouring her talent, Gabrielle allowed herself the first of many hoarse, meekly disguised moans.
Feeling the girl's ass hugging at her finger, Madam Pomfrey found herself unable to resist and curled a second digit in towards her puckered hole. As she pulled the first back out of her, she prepared to slip the second on in on the next plunge. Slowly, the two fingers eased inside of her, stretching the girl's tight rear end even further and caused a strained gasp of pleasure to escape Gabrielle's lips. Continuing to ease those fingers back and forth, Madam Pomfrey wasted no time at all in finger-fucking the young girl, her carnal lust overtaking her senses and prompting her to pump her fingers harder and faster. Slowly losing sight of the roleplay, Madam Pomfrey fell in love with the clutching tightness, the soft bounce of the young girl's jiggling arse, and the soft pleasured moans that escaped her delicate lips. That tightness was the thing of dreams and Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have her sumptuous hole wrapped around her cock. The pink panties that she was wearing were becoming increasingly tight with each push of her fingers, each reminder of the delectable pleasure that could consume her bulging length. Lowering a hand downwards, she peeled her underwear to the side, unveiling her thick cock, the heavy length slapping against her thigh with an audible clap, one that drew Gabrielle's attentions towards her. She breathed steadily inwards as she saw the length, her eyes widening slightly in eager anticipation. Salivating at the sight, she couldn't help but ogle the shaft. It was larger than she thought. The outline in the woman's panties only betrayed so much, but she was pleasantly surprise. The promise of that cock carving into her asshole was too tantalising a prospect to ignore and whilst she would have savoured a slow amble towards the more ravenous depths of their combined perversity, Gabrielle found her clutching pleasure-ridden ass to hungry for cock to ignore. Breathing softly, she allowed her sweet and innocent voice to take hold as she glanced behind herself.
"Madame? 'ave you found anything? I don't think zat my little ass can take anymore," she whimpered softly, clenching her asshole to accentuate her remark. The squeeze snapped Madam Pomfrey out of her haze and drew her back into that moment. Clearing her throat, she eased her fingers slowly out, watching Gabrielle's asshole tighten immediately, coiling back up into a puckered rosebud.
"No. I'm not quite sure that I can say whether this is natural or not," Madam Pomfrey sighed, her eyes remaining affixed on that clutching hole, her own cock seemingly throbbing in tandem with the winking entrance; almost as if to subliminally lust for it.
"Perhaps you need to look deeper?" Gabrielle suggested, fighting her urge to commit to a salacious and sultry voice and instead keeping her meek and helpless patient act. Regardless of the voice, the implication was clear and Madam Pomfrey was chomping at the bit to indulge. Supressing her animalism for a moment, she maintained her composure, rising to her feet and sidling slowly towards Gabrielle's face.
"Deeper? I'm afraid without my usual implements, my only option for a deeper exam would be this," Madam Pomfrey purred softly, turning around to face Gabrielle, flaunting the entire throbbing length of her gorgeously thick cock, tufts of grey, silvery pubic hair crowning her heavy shaft. Gabrielle's eyes widened as if this was her first glimpse at the cock, her lips falling open in astonishment, her character unable to fathom the possibility that it was possible for a cock to be so large.
"Mon dieu… I… I can… Okay… If it 'elps me getting better zen… zen I can take it…" Gabrielle stammered, reclaiming her senses as her own cock pulsated excitedly between her thighs, pre-cum glistening in the light of the room. With her patient's approval, Madam Pomfrey peeled her panties out from the crack of her ass and dropped them to the ground, unveiling the heavy cum-laden balls that dangled beneath; an equally tantalising sight for the young Delacour. Walking behind Gabrielle, her cock bouncing with each step, Madam Pomfrey was quick to clamber onto the sofa behind her, positioning herself behind the lithe and pliable girl, "Be careful Madame… I am very tight…"
Nodding in response, Madam Pomfrey spread her ass cheeks apart and unceremoniously spat a mouthful of saliva down onto the girl's hole. It was crude and unprofessional, yet it elicited groans of approval from Gabrielle regardless. Massaging the make-shift lubricant in, Madam Pomfrey made sure to lather her own length in saliva as well, smearing pre-cum along her shaft until it was glistening as well. Inching forwards, she pressed the head of her cock against Gabrielle's asshole and watched in awe as the girl's seemingly tight entrance spread apart and hungrily enveloped the throbbing tip. Both of them moaned happily, savouring the connection as Gabrielle adjusted. She needed very little time before she lightly began to push backwards, encouraging Madam Pomfrey to fill her up. Taking it in her stride, the older woman eased herself forwards, still working upon the pretence of a medical procedure and taking it slowly. Inch after inch, Gabrielle easily took it, her natural sexual talent betraying her character's authenticity. It took less than a minute for Gabrielle's ass to feel the bristling brush of Pomfrey's pubic hair, her crotch firmly pressed against her velvety ass cheeks. Breathing deeply, Gabrielle resisted the urge to stroke her cock, even as it throbbed and practically begged her for it, dribbling pre-cum onto the sofa below, soiling and likely ruining the seat in its copious dripping.
"I feel your prostate… However, I'll need to stimulate it to ensure that I get an accurate result. Brace yourself," Madam Pomfrey warned, running a hand along Gabrielle's lower back, the brushing caress igniting her skin with shivers of anticipation. Gabrielle wanted her to be rough. She wanted her to fuck her ass properly. Grabbing Gabrielle by the hips, Madam Pomfrey tightly grabbed the lithe girl and slowly eased her cock out of the girl's ass. Pulling half her length from the clutching depths, Pomfrey quickly found herself hungering for that tight hole once more. Thrusting herself back forwards, Madam Pomfrey discarded with the premise of taking it slow and simply buried herself back inside of the young girl. Expecting a gasp of pain from Gabrielle's nubile character, Madam Pomfrey instead got a deep growl of carnal pleasure. One that was beyond a simple moan of pleasure. It was the culmination of their titillating roleplay. The capitalisation on the pleasures promised. And if Madam Pomfrey had promised pleasure, she would damn-well provide it. Without missing a beat, she drew her hips back and launched into a barrage of deep, powerful thrusts, ensuring her cock plumbed the very depths of the girl's tight little ass. The impact of her thrusts sent spasming ripples through Gabrielle's body, her ass and breasts shaking and bouncing in delicious ways, her ass almost clapping together from the thrust. Madam Pomfrey completely dispelled with her prim professionalism and began to animalistically pound the young girl from behind, fulfilling those long since buried desires that she visited so often when she dreamt. Her laboured breathing was intertwined with intense waves of pleasure that pulsated along her cock, her cock-head spilling pre-cum deep into the young girl's ass. Her hands roamed and pulled at Gabrielle's body in an explicitly, purely sexual way, with her lust taking root as she squeezed and fondled the girl's perfectly plump sexual assets. The wet slaps of their bodies colliding quickly filled the room, their hungry moans responding to one another in salacious, sexual tango. Orgasms were building and neither of them could wait to share them.
It didn't take long for Madam Pomfrey to feel the effects of her limited stamina. Years of abstinence and her growing age made it difficult to keep up the ravenous pace she began with. As her speed tapered off, Gabrielle took it upon herself, bouncing her ass back and forth, impaling her own cock on the older woman's luscious cock. Grinding entirely to a halt, Madam Pomfrey simply knelt there, allowing her cock to be used as a tool for the young girl's pleasure, the blonde readily and happily bouncing on her thick and pulsating length, slamming it harder and faster into her own hole as her libido carried her away. Gabrielle's orgasm was beginning to surface as she lunged her hand down to her cock, jerking herself hungrily as she pushed her ass firmly back onto Pomfrey's cock, ensuring that every single inch of her cock was pull out of her clutching asshole before it was slammed firmly back in. The longer and more fluid thrusts made for intense waves of pleasure for the both of them, with Gabrielle's prostate being crushed with each deep thrust, much to her delight and constant heavy moaning. The girl's energy was to be commended and Pomfrey couldn't help but feel blessed for having such a kinky and salacious girl being paired up with her. To have Gabrielle so avidly enthusiastic about fucking her was utterly heavenly. Where other girls would have simply fucked her and been done with it, Gabrielle seemed utterly taken by the prospect of fucking an older woman and pursuing whatever perverse desires they wanted. It was utterly delectable. The only prevailing thought that continued to pester Madam Pomfrey was the fact that she had wasted an entire year of Gabrielle being at Hogwarts. How utterly divine would a full-on roleplay in the Hospital Wing be with implements and setting and outfits. Her cock twitched at the mere thought. Before she could be distracted any further, Madam Pomfrey returned to the moment, running her hands across Gabrielle's bouncing body, savouring the present and holding dear the perversity that she was currently experiencing, as opposed to being taken by her own fantasies.
Breathing heavily amidst luscious moans, Gabrielle felt her balls tightening, her orgasm beginning to swell as her cock twitched in her pre-cum soaked hand. Continuing to jerk and stroke herself to fruition, she slammed her ass back onto Madam Pomfrey with increased enthusiasm, taking her cock harder and faster as the looming delight of her orgasm became increasingly present. It happened suddenly, with her cock twitching in her palm as several thick strands of cum erupted from her cock-head and drizzled themself across her fingers. Moaning loudly, her ass tightened around Madam Pomfrey's cock, yet not enough to curb the powerful backwards push of her ass. As her hole spasmed and her cock emptied itself, she let out dazzlingly sweet moans. Cum poured over her hand and onto the sofa beneath, dousing the seat in her seed as she steadily slowed to a halt, her stamina waning and breath running wild. Behind her, Madam Pomfrey savoured the delightfulness of having a girl cumming around her cock. Making sure to savour every last tightened spasm and clench, Madam Pomfrey begrudgingly eased her cock out of the girl's ass, smirking as Gabrielle's asshole failed to completely puckered, the impact of her cock stretching her ultimately lingering. Breathless herself, Madam Pomfrey stood up and made her way around to Gabrielle's face, intent of seeing her own orgasm come to light, yet keen to maintain their roleplay into this last stretch.
"It would seem that the arousal curse has being relieved. However, to ensure that you may never fall afoul of one again, you will need to take some medicine," Madam Pomfrey smiled, lifting Gabrielle's chin and guiding her attention to the nurse's still throbbing cock. Wrapping a hand around the base, she lightly pumped her fist back and forth across her cock, inching the tip closer to Gabrielle's lips, "Pay no heed to the delivery device, but it will have to be directly deposited in your stomach."
A smirk curled across Gabrielle's lips as she realised what the woman meant. Opening her mouth, she stretched her lips as wide as possible, allowing Madam Pomfrey to guide her cock into the open and receptive hole. Clasping her lips downwards, Gabrielle hummed happily at the lingering taste of herself, allowing Madam Pomfrey to ease her cock further inside, guiding deeper and deeper. As the tip reached Gabrielle's throat, the two shared a glance. It was all that was needed to say that at this point, the roleplay was over. There was no point in pretending to be a innocent virgin. With the façade dispelled, Gabrielle swallowed and plunged her lips forwards to meet Madam Pomfrey's forwards thrust. The older woman moaned as her balls slapped firmly against Gabrielle's chin, the young girl's nose thrust deep into the tufts of hair above her crotch. Groaning in unison, the two savoured having Madam Pomfrey balls-deep inside of her once again, before the two launched into one final burst of activity. Working in tandem, the two shifted back and forth. Madam Pomfrey eased her cock backwards as Gabrielle pulled in the opposite direction, only for the two to push back together with a sloppy, climactic slap, saliva flooding over Madam Pomfrey's cock. The slick, wet pocket of Gabrielle's gullet was an all-consuming pleasure for Madam Pomfrey, with the older woman keeping her gaze fixed on Gabrielle's face, utterly losing herself in the erotic satisfaction of seeing Gabrielle's soft and supple lips stretched around her cock of all peoples. Thrust after thrust brought Madam Pomfrey closer and closer to orgasm, her thrusts slowly grinding to a halt as Gabrielle took control, one of the young girl's hands lunging nimbly forwards to tease the older woman's heavy balls, lightly massaging and squeezing the delicate handfuls. Spurred on by the promise of her medicine, Gabrielle slurped ravenously, gulping down Madam Pomfrey's cock and waiting on each spasm and twitch, hoping and expecting it to be the one that flooded her throat with her thick and sticky reward. It took a little while, with the nurse making up for her physical stamina with sexual stamina, but soon enough, Gabrielle got her perverse wish and Madam Pomfrey received her satisfaction.
Feeling Madam Pomfrey's balls clench in her hand, Gabrielle knew that it was time. Plunging her lips down and around the base of the woman's cock, she fastened her mouth tightly in place, just in time for the first strand of cum to pour itself down her throat. Moaning, Gabrielle savoured the sensation of cum rolling down her throat, each spurt splashing into her stomach. She wanted to pull back so that she could taste it, yet she didn't dare risk wasting a drop. Madam Pomfrey groaned as she emptied her balls down the girl's throat, each thrum of her cock sending another pent up strand deep into her gullet. Her orgasm lasted for what seemed like ages, yet eventually she began to feel her cock softening in Gabrielle's mouth, the last of her seed emptied into the girl. Slowly pulling back, Madam Pomfrey savoured the pull of Gabrielle's lips, her cock being stretched as Gabrielle desperately clung to it with her mouth, only letting it pop from her lips when she was sure that it had been licked clean. Breathless and satiated, Madam Pomfrey staggered backwards, collapsing into a nearby chair as Gabrielle ran her thumb along her lips, cleaning up any last smear of pre-cum that remained, smiling perversely as she did so.
"So, Madame? Am I cured?" Gabrielle purred seductively, batting her eyelids as she rose to her feet and sidled slowly over to the nurse. Straddling Madam Pomfrey, Gabrielle trapped their softened cocks together, pressing their naked flesh together.
"I think so. But perhaps some follow-up examinations would be beneficial," Madam Pomfrey said with a chuckle, running her hands up and down Gabrielle's body, caressing her soft skin as she drank in the beauty of the lithe girl astride her.
"I could think of nothing better, madame… Perhaps I shall 'ave to intern at 'ogwarts next year, non?" Gabrielle giggled, pondering the option. She rather envied her sisters job overseas and often thought the prospect to be one she would pursue. Perhaps a nurse's assistant would be a good fit. In more ways than one.
"Oh, I could make use of your talents," Madam Pomfrey laughed, picturing Gabrielle in a tight-fitting nurse's outfit, dancing along the hospital wing with her skirt bouncing up and down. It would be quite the distraction, but well worth it.
"Oui? I rather enjoy ze thought of being stuffed beneath your desk for an entire year," Gabrielle smirked, thinking that her tenure as a nurse would be best suited in satiating the head nurse's desires so that she could work with a clearer head.
"I rarely sit down. You'd be better off bent over it than under it," Madam Pomfrey purred, grabbing Gabrielle's ass cheeks and squeezing them firmly, eliciting a giggle and gasp from the young girl as she rocked back and forth, her cock showing life.
"You speak from experience?" Gabrielle asked as she slowly slipped off of Madam Pomfrey's lap and dropped onto the knees in front of her, her hand casually running itself back and forth across the older woman's cock, steadily hardening it with each stroke.
"Why do you ask?" Madam Pomfrey asked coyly, knowing full well what the girl was insinuating. That didn't make her any less curious to hear it in those sultry French tones. However, she didn't expect Gabrielle to do what she did next.
"Because… with an ass like yours, I can't imagine anything better than fucking you from behind," Gabrielle growled seductively, grabbing Madam Pomfrey by the hips and pulling her sharply forwards. Gasping as her ass was pulled over the edge of the seat, Madam Pomfrey's eyes widened as Gabrielle pushed up fully onto her knees and brought her now hardened cock towards Madam Pomfrey's tight, as yet untouched, ass.
"Your mother said nothing about staying in your designated room even after orgasm, did she?" Madam Pomfrey groaned, finding the prospect of being fucked by Gabrielle to be the final push her cock needed back into full and complete hardness.
"No, she did not…" Gabrielle purred, leaning forwards as she guided her cock into Madam Pomfrey, bringing her lips down onto the older woman's, embracing her in an intimate and salacious kiss. Their lips danced wildly as Gabrielle thrust forwards, their scintillating journey along the path to a second orgasm just beginning.
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"We don't exactly have a choice…" Cedric sighed, unable to believe that this was the situation he was in. Having drawn his token, he was directed towards a small living room on the upper floor. After a few moments alone, he was joined by his designated partner for the encounter and things rapidly went downhill. In truth, he didn't expect the person walking through the door to pose any form of antagonism towards him. If anything, he was relatively comfortable with any of the thirty-nine other people. And in the end, he was right in one respect. He was wholeheartedly comfortable with fucking the person who entered. That sentiment, however, was not mirrored towards him. And for baffling reasons in his mind.
"Then we'll starve in here," Angelina sneered, folding her arms as she leant against the wall, facing away from the Hufflepuff as he sat on the edge of the sofa, his cock hardened in his boxers. The dark-skinned Chaser had opted for a rather tight-fitting pair of maroon panties, paired with a matching faux-corset, plumping up and accentuating her toned, athletic body. A tactful enchantment ensured that her thick, lengthy cock didn't spill from the small thong, yet that didn't threaten to be a problem. The moment she entered the room, her cock fell soft.
"Are you really going to be this petty?" Cedric asked, his eyes lingering on the toned shape of her apple-shaped arse, the thong flossing between those dark, chocolaty cheeks. As his eyes leered at her, she suddenly turned, prompting him to look sharply upwards, averting his gaze.
"Petty! You think this is petty? How many times have you and your bloody Quidditch Team stolen rightful victories from us?" Angelina exploded, her heated patriotism towards the Gryffindor Team bubbling forth as she stepped towards Cedric, unable to see beyond their red and yellow colours.
"You can't be serious?" Cedric said in disbelief, unable to fathom that Angelina's frustrations were so deep-seated as to instil a sense of pride in her at a moment like this. In the company of literal Death Eaters, it was her Quidditch Rival that stood as the most disgusting of bedfellows.
"Oh, I am. Do you know how hard I've worked to get the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor?" Angelina explained, taking another step forward, her taller frame towering over Cedric as he sat looking up at her. She had a strangely commanding presence, one that sent shivers through Cedric and fed into his submissive fantasies. However, his sexual desires took a back-seat to his confusion of her dogmatism.
"That is not what any of this is about? You realise we're here for peace talks to prevent another Wizarding War? Of all the conflicts going on in this building, do you legitimately want us to sit here acting like the fact we play for different Quidditch Teams is the most pressing matter? When everyone else is gathered back downstairs, do you really want them to wonder why we weren't able to get on with this? Are you really going to tell them that it was because we are on different Quidditch Teams?" Cedric breathed, watching as Angelina attempted to brush his point aside, dismissing it as if it were nonsensical, despite the look of conflict growing on her face. Eventually, Cedric added, almost exasperated at the fact he was pleading with her to fuck him, "I'm not even suggesting you bottom. I'm more than happy for you to top…"
"It's a point of principle…" Angelina snapped, resuming her position propped up against the wall, staring at the door. They wouldn't just leave her to rot in here. If she waited long enough, she'd be let out. There was no way that she would be obligated to have sex with Cedric in order to be let out. As she stood there, stewing in her own thoughts, her adrenaline running high, the tension in the air becoming torturous, she began to think about the ludicrousness of it all. She could feel Cedric eyes burning into her. She wanted out of this room and away from him. And the quickest way for that to happen was to suck it up. Not literally, she hoped. Growling angrily, she turned around, her shoulders dropping as she snarled at Cedric, "Fuck it, fine…"
"Okay…" Cedric said uncertainly. Slowly and tentatively, Angelina joined him on the sofa, slumping at the far end of it, keeping enough space between them to fit another two people comfortably. Sighing, Cedric closed the distance between them somewhat, ignoring her piercing stares. Eventually, he threw caution to the wind and decided that if she wasn't going to take the lead, he would. Dropping onto his knees, he shuffled forwards, attempting to move between her legs, only to receive a look of pure disbelief on Angelina's face.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, as if the implication wasn't wholeheartedly clear. Taken aback by the question, Cedric knelt there, uncertain how to respond. Out of instinct, he looked around as if for someone else's support.
"What do you think I'm doing?" he replied incredulously, watching as Angelina's face tightened. Of course, she knew what he was doing. Or wanting to do. She just wanted to know what he was thinking in doing that. Or some form of similar confounded logic.
"All it takes for the spell to be fulfilled is for us to orgasm. A handjob will do," Angelina snapped, watching as Cedric's eyes widened even further in confusion. Of all the people Cedric knew, he didn't think anyone else would be so brazen as to deny the offer of getting their dick sucked.
"I'm sitting here on my knees and you're too proud to even go for it?" Cedric asked, unable to believe Angelina. Not receiving a response, Cedric simply clambered back onto the sofa and sighed as he dropped his boxers to the ground, "Jeez… I knew you were stubborn…"
There was a moment of awkward pause between the two as Cedric reclined, his cock bouncing against his stomach, throbbing in its erect state. A look of disgust washed over Angelina's face as she clenched her fists in trepidation. Realising that he was waiting on her, she sighed and begrudgingly hooked her hands into her panties and unceremoniously tugged them off and cast them aside. Her cock had begun to harden, sitting half-erect against her thigh. Even partially softened it appeared large and thick, a tantalising prospect for someone inclined as Cedric was. Once again, there was a moment of pause between the two before Angelina gritted her teeth and extended her hand outwards, wrapping it around Cedric's cock and beginning to jerk him off, stroking her hand speedily back and forth as she made a show of averting her gaze. Wincing as she tugged on his cock, Cedric didn't say anything, instead allowing her pre-cum to steadily slick her palm and make the dry handjob a more pleasant experience. Not wanting to be accused of not playing his part, Cedric spit into his hand and reached across to Angelina, his hand wrapping around her softened cock and slowly coaxing life into it. As he worked his hand back and forth, gently and attentively squeezing her shaft, he felt her heavy cock grow even heavier, her soft flesh hardened rapidly in his grasp. What was already a long, thick shaft grew even longer, Cedric's eyes widening in approval at the bulging length. His own cock twitched and shuddered in Angelina's disinterested grasp, her fist tightening uncaringly as she tugged him off. Her eyes looked pointedly away from him, the girl hesitant to admit or even vocalise the pleasure that his slick and talented hand was providing.
The tension was palpable. Even as Cedric attempted to caress and lovingly attend to Angelina's cock, she seemed to inhibit him at every point and turn. A fair distance remained between them, with the two of them stretching themselves uncomfortably in order to provide their awkward handjobs. It was decidedly unsatisfying to say the least to have an admittedly beautiful girl so visibly disinterested in what she was doing, casually jerking him off as is her hand was simply tapping restlessly against the table. Cedric's futile attempts to enjoy the scintillating experience of having such a large cock in his hand was restricted by the fact his singular hand struggle to stroke her off with any rhythmic precision, his fingers twisting as best as they could as her sizable shaft flopped under its own weight. He wasn't even certain if he was pleasuring her in any capacity as her pride forced her lips to remain tightly pursed and unemotional. Eventually, Cedric couldn't help himself. After a few minutes of silent, awkward jerking, he broke the silence.
"Nothing quite like a dry handjob to get the blood pumping," he muttered, hoping to instil a little more enthusiasm in Angelina, even if it was In pursuit of getting this over with quicker so that they could part ways. Admittedly, Cedric knew he could have gone about it in a better way.
"Oh, for fucks sake… Spit on it yourself," Angelina breathed. Being forced to speak caused her to betray herself. A soft moan preceded her words, one that was quickly quelled by her embittered outburst. A light flush rose in her dark cheeks as she bit her tongue and turned away. Taking that as an invitation, Cedric drizzled a mouthful of saliva across his cock, allowing Angelina's steady movements to smear it across his length. Almost instantly, the dry and uncomfortable handjob became a slick and pleasurable one, with her coarse skin taking on a velvety embrace, her fingers nimbly caressing his cock in a delightful way. Leaning back, Cedric let out a soft moan, one that received a piercing sneer from Angelina. In her silence, she found herself unable to deny that there was an inherent satisfaction in a good handjob. Giving and receiving. Now that her hand was gliding across his flesh with slick and purposeful precision, she was finding more and more enjoyment. Not to mention, her own cock was beginning to twitch and spill pre-cum down her shaft, the substance lathering itself across her length with each long and fluid stroke of Cedric soft hand. Fighting back moans, she turned her head once more, not wanting to allow herself to sink deeper into the inherent pleasurable satisfaction of sitting jerking someone off whilst they did the same to her. Even if it was her rival.
"You're single right?" Cedric asked, drawing Angelina's attention back. Her mind had drifted for what seemed like an age, but ultimately, only a few seconds had passed since she had last spoken. A little taken aback by the question, Angelina didn't answer spitefully.
"Yeah, why?" she asked, unsure why he was asking such a question. Regardless, Cedric smirked as he let out another moan, the boy making no secret of how much he was enjoying her hand jerking him off. As frustrating as it was, there was nothing she could do.
"I'm beginning to see why…" Cedric murmured just loud enough that she could hear. As soon as he said that, their vindictive rivalry was once again kindled, with Angelina's passive and disinterested distaste for him once again taking root.
"Oh, fuck you…" she sneered softly, turning away. Relative silence once again fell between the two, with the only sounds filling the room being soft moans and wet slaps. Those moans only came from Cedric, who made no attempt to hide his satisfaction, where Angelina remained with her lips tightly pursed, quenching any sound of pleasure before it could even arise. The now slickened nature of Angelina's hand gave way to a wave of pleasure on Cedric's part, as his cock twitched and throbbed in her talented grasp. Where the previous dryness had done a lot to hide her natural talent, the newfound slickness revealed just how exquisite Angelina's handjobs could be. Even if she had wanted to provide a less than stellar handjob, her vast experience and natural talent betrayed her abilities completely. The subtle twist to her hand, the gentle tightening of her grasp as she reached the crest of his tip, the flattening of her palm against his base, ensuring that every inch was massaged and caressed; all of this happened subconsciously and without thought. In the end, her disinterest was to Cedric's betterment. Had she put her mind to it, she could have provided a worse handjob than if she simply let her hand glide unthinkingly along his cock. And as such, Cedric was steadily brought closer and closer towards his orgasm, his balls steadily beginning to tighten as his moans increased. Doing her best to ignore him, Angelina didn't even notice he was cumming until his hoarse groans indicated the intense pleasure that had overcome him.
Breathing heavily, Cedric let out a loud grunt as several strands of cum poured from the head of his cock, spilling from his tip and onto Angelina's hand. The added lubricant made the last few strokes of her delectable handjob all the sweeter, her palm dancing nimbly along his cock, continuing to stroke him even as the last few dribbles leaked out. As his groans caught Angelina's attention, she glanced nonchalantly over to him, only to spot the white cum streaked across her dark palm. As soon as she saw it, she abandoned his cock, leaning forwards to grab a tissue to wipe her hand clean. Letting his cock flop softly against his stomach, Cedric continued his dutiful jerking of Angelina's cock, taking the opportunity to shift closer to her and afford a better angle. Her cock was really not suited to a side by side jerking off session. The thick and sizable length required two hands at best and for the jerker to be on their knees. Having had his previous offer denied, Cedric continued at his clumsy angle. Not only that, but he was afforded the delight of her feigned disinterest. Even as he sat there, doing his best to pleasure her and bring her to a scintillating orgasm, she continued to remain as indifferent as possible. Even as her cock twitched and throbbed in his hand, spilling pre-cum along his fingers, she continued to look away at the wall, ignoring his intent and diligent efforts. With a complete lack of eroticism brimming in the air, Cedric sighed frustratedly. Never before did he think he would find himself so put out over a handjob, yet he found himself begrudgingly asking Angelina, "Are you close?"
"Why? Getting bored? You were the one who insisted on this," Angelina replied, her words a little shaky as she spoke. The moment she parted her lips, a moan instinctively tried to escape. Quelling it, she found each word to be plagued by her urge to moan, causing her words to appear stunted.
"We'd be done if you weren't so stubborn…" Cedric sighed, rolling his eyes as he settled in for the remainder of the most boring sexual experience of his life. Sitting there, with his cock softened and Angelina continuing to pretend as if she wasn't being pleasured, Cedric couldn't help but feel that this was the most frustrating experience imaginable. The fact she was deciding to take her frustrations out on him by passive disinterest was endlessly torturous. Of all the sexually delightful ways she could display her annoyance, this was the way she decided. It was that thought that gave Cedric an idea. Angelina may have been stubborn, but she was more hot-blooded than anything. With a smirk, Cedric mirrored Angelina's passive ambivalence and asked, "Are you really telling me that in all our years of being Quidditch Rivals, that you've never once thought about fucking me?"
"Eww, what the hell?" she spat in disgust, glancing over at him only to show how abhorrent the idea was to her. Not catching onto what he was doing, Angelina ignored his goading question and reclined, continuing to allow Cedric to stroke her off.
"Come on… Never once? You've never once thought, 'I'd love to bend him over and fucking give it to him.'? Not once?" Cedric asked, prodding the proverbial lion. All throughout, his hand continued to glide over her cock, pumping hungrily across her flesh, coaxing her with building pleasure.
"Bony ass like yours? Please…" she scoffed, glaring at him with disgust, not even properly thinking over the question. She had thought about fucking him. She thought about fucking just about anyone. Yet, she never thought she'd be in a situation where she could. Sighing, she pleaded with him, "Just get on with it…"
"Never once thought, 'If I had a chance, I'd make it so he could never ride broom again'?" Cedric asked, burying his smirk as he watched Angelina's frustration beginning to mount. It was bad enough that it was her orgasm stopping her from leaving, but this was becoming too much.
"I swear If you don't…" she began, venom seething in her words as Cedric ignored her burning distaste and went so far as to interrupt her. He knew exactly what he was doing. In fact, it was working so perfectly that he was almost astonished.
"Never once thought, 'I'd love to jam my cock down his throat just to shut him the fuck up.'?" Cedric asked, carefully choosing his suggestion. Glancing at Angelina, he could see the burgeoning fury on her face, her annoyance spiking through the roof. Smirking, Cedric began, "Never once…"
Before he could get any further, Angelina boiled over, her frustration exploding as she leapt to her feet. Her cock bounced out of Cedric's hand as she leapt in front of him. Startled by the suddenness, Cedric didn't stop her as she lunged a hand forwards and threaded it through his hair, grabbing his head tightly in her grasp. Tugging his head sharply forwards, she planted on leg on the sofa beside him, her free hand grabbing her cock by the base. Without warning or hesitation, Angelina guided the head of her cock into Cedric's mouth, her hand pulling his head forwards, jamming her cock into his mouth with a carnal hunger. Thrusting forwards, she drove her hips towards him, her cock carving through the wet depths of his slick throat, her cock-head easily dipping past his convulsing entrance and sheathing itself in the tightness of his gullet. With his lips stretched tightly around her cock, Cedric was unable to smile, yet he was practically giddy on the inside. His plan had worked. With enough goading, Angelina had been coaxed into stuffing his throat with her cock. Admittedly, it was a little strange to have the motivation for her lustful throat-fuck to be that of anger and frustration, yet that strangeness paled in comparison to the torturous discomfort of being trapped in a dull and boring handjob. Pinning his lips firmly against her crotch, Angelina let out a hoarse groan of approval, ignoring the intense satisfaction that came from finally succumbing to her own perverse desires. The feeling of her balls colliding with his chin was enough to get her cock throbbing with delight, her entire length bathed in the intensely slick and sensational pleasure of his throat. With all pretence shattered, Angelina wasted no time at all in pumping her cock back and forth, roughly throat-fucking Cedric as hard as she could, her hand remaining tightly affixed to his scalp whilst she jack-hammered her cock into his convulsing throat, all under the pretence that she was humiliating him. She was in the mindset that her dehumanising pounding of his throat was a punishment for him trying to get her to fuck him. Little did she know, Cedric got off on this sort of thing, with his own cock steadily beginning to rise and throb between his thighs.
"Fucking happy, bitch? Choke on it you dickhead…" she breathed as the wet slaps of her saliva slickened balls slapping against his chin filled the room. Each long and powerful thrust resonated between the two of them, the impact ringing proudly in the room. The wet sloppy slurping sounds coming from Cedric's stuffed throat were music to her ears. She imagined that they were garbled muffled protests, the boy pleading with her to stop being so rough. However, the fact that Cedric was simply laying there, allowing his mouth to be used in such a perverse way, was indication that he was relishing the experience if anything. Saliva streaked and dripped along his chin, leaving it glossy and shiny. Her cock gleamed with lathered layers of saliva, pre-cum being pumped directly into Cedric's throat with each powerful drive forwards. Breathing heavily, Angelina finally allowed moans to escape her lips, the woman now caring very little for hiding the fact that she was enjoying dominating his tight fucking throat. Her movements were so sharp and powerful that her body was beginning to gleam and glisten with sweat, her dark skin growing shiny from the exertion of brutally throat-fucking her Quidditch rival. Whilst Cedric didn't want to make his enjoyment of the situation too known, he was unable to stop himself from gently jerking himself off, lightly pawing as his newly hardened cock, his asshole tightening in reaction the prospect of her ravenous thrusts being focussed on his tightest little hole. Cedric's experience with deepthroat meant he was able to take her cock with relative ease, yet the sheer length and thickness meant he was doing so with considerably less grace, rendering him a saliva-stricken mess with each jack-hammered thrust into his defenceless little hole. Growing more consumed by the pleasure, Angelina couldn't help herself as she began to growl hoarsely, "Take it bitch-boy… Take the cock you want so desperately… Fucking slut… Fucking cock-whore… Fucking… Quidditch… Bitch…"
Once again, words designed to belittle him only served to feed into her submissive preferences, with his cock spilling beads of eager pre-cum into his hand. Jerking himself faster, he could begin to feel Angelina's cock spasming and twitching, the prospect of her orgasm becoming a more present reality. Thrust after thrust brought her closer and closer to that sweet and scintillating end. Never missing a beat, she continued to drive herself hungrily into his throat, even as her own stamina waned, right up until the moment when the intensity became all too much and her orgasm washed over her. Suddenly, she felt her balls tighten, her cock shuddering wildly in Cedric's throat. Several long and sticky strands of cum erupted from her cock, painting the depths of her throat in liberal amounts. Her balls drained themselves within seconds, with her pent-up orgasm showing just how vehemently she had resisted Cedric's previous offers; and just how intense her spit truly was. As her orgasm subsided, Angelina continued to savour Cedric's throat, the boy happily swallowing down what she offered. However, where he expected her to pull out and leave the room as quickly as possible, Cedric was rapidly surprised. Instead, she began to continue her thrusts, pushing and pulling her cock in and out of his throat, clumsily jamming her rapidly softening cock down his gullet. For a few minutes, her stunted thrusts continued, right up until the point her arousal was reinvigorated, and her cock began to harden once again. Soon enough, Angelina's cock was once again at full mast, her thick obstinate length sitting square in his tight little throat. What he thought was over, had in fact, only just begun.
With her cock now hardened once again, Angelina plucked her cock quickly from Cedric's throat, her shaft glistening profusely. Dragging him by the hair, she pulled him towards a nearby chair and threw him over it, bending him over at the waist and giving Cedric his first as to what was to come. Despite the fact that door had now unlocked, Angelina found herself consumed by her lust. In truth, this was exactly what she had fantasised about him. Showing him in place. And now that she was no longer holding herself back, she had no intention of sparing him from every rigid inch of her perverse fantasies. Slapping her lubed cock between his ass cheeks, she sawed her hips back and forth, lathering his puckered entrance with the spittle. Grabbing her cock, Angelina swiftly angled herself towards his hole and thrust forwards, driving her hips forwards and spearing him on the end of her thick, veined cock. Once again, Cedric's experience served him well, yet even with that experience, the sheer thickness of her cock was enough to get him grunting in pain as she thrust deep inside of him. Her hands grabbed his hips, pulling him back onto her thrust, ensuring that her cock was sunk as deeply as possible within his clutching hole. Moans flooded from Angelina's lips as the combination of pleasure and erotic satisfaction served to fill her to the brim with pleasure. It didn't take long for her cock to bottom out, her balls swinging against his as her shaven crotch nestled itself against his pert ass. And for a moment, things froze. Angelina simply savoured the tightness of his hole and Cedric was given a chance to adjust to the newfound thickness lodged inside of him. But, unbeknownst to him, this was the calm before the storm.
Breathing heavily, Angelina ran her hand softly along Cedric's ass, lightly caressing his ample cheeks. Slowly, she led that hand along his lower back, following her arch of his body. Dancing across each of his shoulder-blades, her nimble fingers finally found his head. Gently weaving her hand through his hair, Angelina dropped the act suddenly and painfully. Grabbing his hair tightly, she pulled his head back, thrusting forwards as she did so. Her cock stretched him that little bit further as she used the leverage to inch further inside, a grunt of discomfort escaping his lips. Without hesitation, Angelina launched into a barrage of wild and animalistic thrusts, pumping and driving her cock into his ass, driving herself rabidly into his clutching depths with firm and powerful thrusts. Cedric's eyes bulged at first, his prostate being ground to dust as she jack-hammered back and forth, the grasp on his hair serving to act as an anchor point, pulling her cock further inside of him with each thrust. Yet, as Cedric grew accustomed to the wealth of sensations, he didn't find it entirely unpleasant. His and Cho's rougher love-making sessions had served to prepare him for this and even learn to enjoy it. Having his ass used and dominated was surprisingly enjoyable, even when coming from Angelina. Her cock stretched and gaped him, carving its way through him with complete ease. With intense and laboured breathing Angelina, continued to lay claim to his ass, fucking him harder and faster, savouring the distinct slap of her balls against his. She was moving so swiftly and so faster that there was a slight dull ache building in her balls from the powerful slaps they were making. Yet, that only added to her enjoyment, her cock singing and twitching within Cedric's ass, spilling pre-cum into his hole as pounded him mercilessly. The room was filled with wet slaps, grunts and groans, the two of them relishing the utter bliss that was coming from their newly discovered common ground. Hungry for more pleasure, Cedric submitted, and Angelina dominated, both equally relishing the pleasure the other provided.
This continued for what seemed like forever, with each thrust leading into a dozen more, all of which layered upon all the previous once, combining into an exquisite all-encompassing experience. What had begun as an encounter of necessity was now one fuelled by lust and desire, albeit in a very unique way. Each carnal thrust that Angelina pumped into Cedric was not driven by a want to pleasure him, but a want to put him in his place. To show him that this was the right way. With Gryffindor bending him and his team over for their own personal pleasure. It was a strange set-up and one that held a great deal of catharsis for Angelina as she hammered into his tight hole, relishing the feeling of his hole clutching at her cock, tightening and spasming as it tried adjust to her mammoth black cock. Cedric, on the other hand, was motivated purely by pleasure. Purely by the fact that Angelina's cock was promising an utterly divine orgasm at the end of this. Each thrust built and alleviated pressure on his prostate, milking pleasure from the sensitive bulb and allowing that pleasure to wash through his entire body. Even when that pleasure was itself tempered by the painful tug of Angelina's hand in his hair, or the purposefully hard thrusts designed to elicit grunts of pain from him. In the end, those gestures only served to add to the pleasure he was experience, accentuating or cutting through the waves of bliss. So, whilst both of them were free to turn around and leave, both instead opted to allow their ravenous desires to take hold, their bodies colliding together in a storm of saliva, pre-cum and sweat, their hungry breathing filling the room amidst wet slaps. It was strange to say the least, that Apolline Delacour's hypothesis on a means to bring antagonistic forces together wouldn't be most poignantly exemplified in the Death-Eater and Order relations, but rather in the pretty squabbles of high-school Quidditch players. Regardless, it proved her point nonetheless. Sex could very much bring people together.