Ok now for some graphic smut. If you have delicate sensibilities then do not read. But I imagine your all there for the smut anyways so lets get on with it!

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She trusted me with her life? Does she not know how her innocent pronouncements affected me so? Her trust

and want of me was thawing something inside of me I thought was frozen off from the light forever. I waited impatiently for Miss Granger in the potions classroom, I had decided in the privacy of my rooms last night after pleasuring myself twice to thinking of all the deviant things I could do to her that I would not fight this. I would not destroy myself with guilt over this 'relationship' with a student. She was not a student anymore, but a young woman, a valued member of the Order of the Phoenix and warrior of the light. I was but a man, of flesh and blood and desire and this girl was but a god send for a grizzled war veteran as myself. I was not going to deny myself the gift of her willing body when I had no choice in the matter thanks to both my masters. However I did make it clear to myself that I couldn't engage with her outside the necessary acts for Dark Lord. I felt that was too…complicated… and my life was already complicated enough.

Hearing a knock on the door I admitted the girl into my presence. Her unruly tresses were tied into a long braid which snaked down her back, she licked her lips and I could see how much she wanted me. And so I thought, let the proverbial curtains rise, its time for tonights performance.

'Miss Granger, you are required to brew some potions for the infirmary, a basic healing draught if you will. You will need 5 mortar and pestles to ground the 5 herbs separately, you know the right sizes for the right herbs I presume?'

'Yes sir, shall I procure them now?'

'Yes see that you do, any mistakes will be to your detriment…' Leaving that threat hanging in the air I took my place near the potions desk as if I intended to observe her in making the potion.

She nodded her response and set about retrieving her implements, gathering the required sizes as requested and setting them in order from smallest to largest.

I swiftly moved into her personal space, backing her back against the bench and holding her arms at her sides.

'I can't help but remember the last time we were alone in this classroom..'

Watching her swallow nervously I lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered;

'Do you remember?… whore?'

She played her part well struggling in my arms, trying to wrench free and escape the room.

She was no match for a man of my size though and I spun her around quickly, slamming her body forcefully against the bench and holding both hands with one of mine against her lower back, I chuckled softly.

'Oh what do you we have here? A trapped and scared little mud blood whore. Everything that happens to you is because of your little escapades with Potter do you understand? Your nothing, your an abomination and for that you will pay'.

I ripped away her underwear, she was holding her legs together tightly as if trying to prevent my admittance. However with my discerning eye I could see the fluid leaking out her pussy, I could see her swollen labia lips. Her sodden quim was begging for what came next.

I grabbed the smallest of the pestles and parted the lips of her cunt with it, dragging it up and down her slit. Both a threat and a promise.

She gasped in response, she knew what I was doing now, that I sought to humiliate her with this inanimate object.

'Please.. please..' she was whimpering now. To someone who didn't know her masochism it would sound like she was begging me to stop. But I knew she was begging me to start.

I penetrated her hole slowly, watching her pussy lips suction over the phallic shaped object. I was as hard as the stone pestle now myself. Gods I had never seen such an erotic sight in my 36 years of life.

'I'm going to rape your mud blood cunt with what ever implement I see fit do you understand? This is but a taste of the ways I'm going to humiliate you, to crush any inkling you have that your of any consequence in this world. Your nothing but a wet pussy for wizards like me to do as we please with'.

I then pulled back the pestle and slammed it in to her, I fucked her with force and purpose, her quim wanted more though, it was so wet it was sloshing around the implement. She needed something bigger. I grabbed the next sized pestle up and forced my way into her hole. By the way her pussy was spasming I would suggest she was experiencing her first orgasm for this evening.

I fucked her single mindedly with it for awhile, gods how I wanted to bury myself in her! I stopped with my possession of her and rubbed my hard cock still clothed in my trousers against her behind. She rubbed her arse back against my cock, to another observer it looked like she was trying to squirm away but I smirked as I realised she was trying to goad me into entering her.

I grabbed the next size up and the smallest size, murmuring a lubrication charm on her tight pucker and entered her forbidden hole slowly with the smaller size pestle. She made the most endearing cry of shock but surprisingly she did not struggle. She pushed back on the small pestle and I knew that was her way of telling me she was ok. I used my other hand to grab the third largest pestle and starting fucking her pussy with it as I was fucking her arse hole. A gush of lubrication coated the larger pestle and I knew she had cum again.

Abandoning the smaller pestle I pulled out the one in her pussy and plunged it into her arsehole, fucking it hard, harder than I usually would on a virgin arsehole but I knew I had a part to play for the Dark Lord.

'Filthy fucking whore, what kind of girl gets fucked in the arse and cunt on her potions classroom bench? Answer me if you want to be able to walk out of here after I'm through with you'.

'A mud blood whore' she whispered back at me, she was rubbing her clitoris on the bench, she was aching for more.

I grabbed the largest pestle and the second largest pestle and plunged them into her two holes, I cast a spell with my wand and they rose before my eyes and then I watched the two pestles tear into her orifices. The sounds of them pounding into her somehow encouraged my cock to grow harder. She was screaming now, and I was slightly worried that she was genuinely in distress. I walked around the other side of the bench and looked in to her eyes, skimming her surface thoughts. She was in love with the pestles by the looks of it and in no wanting for me to stop. Grabbing my wand again I muttered a spell to lower the bench down to a point where my groin was at level to her face. Keeping the pestles fucking her tight little holes I unzipped my fly and produced my cock, holding it between her eyes. I had never been this hard in my life and I was anxious to get her mouth on me. Grabbing her braid I pulled back her head to look at me, screaming in her face.

'Choke on my cock slut' without waiting for any kind of response from her I forced my way into her mouth. Gods so warm, so warm and tight and gahhh she was swirling her tongue over the tip of my cock. She was too good at this, gods she was exquisite, I lost control in the sweet surrender of her mouth and found myself fucking her throat. I could hear her choking, but she took it, gazing into her tear streaked eyes she swallowed down my thick member with enthusiasm. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time before I came in thick spurts down the back of her throat. She surprised me further by swallowing it all and licking the remainder off my cock. I released her hair and went to grab my wand to stop the pestles from fucking her two holes. She grabbed my hand.

'Don't I'm so close….'

I stared at her in amazement and I let the pestles continue their mission, I watched her face as she reached the pinnacle she was climbing and screamed yes! yes! yes!

Once I was sure she had orgasmed successfully I stopped the spell, vanishing everything that touched her and sending everything else to be packed away. I gathered her up in my arms and carried her off to my quarters.