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"I need to borrow some more money, Uncle Harry."
Harry put down his quill and mentally rolled his eyes at the increasingly familiar words, something that he had been hearing far too frequently for the last three weeks. Ignoring Rose and her irritating presence for the second, Harry leaned back in his chair to get more comfortable and sighed as his stiff back creaked in discomfort.
"Tell me, why do you need another loan, Rose? I have already lent you fifty galleons four times in the last three weeks and every time you promised me that it would be the last time. And now you're back here asking me for more gold. What's going on? Where are you spending all this money? I want an answer this time, Rose!" Harry said angrily as he slammed his right hand on the desk.
Rose squeaked and she jumped in the air in fright.
"It's not my fault, Uncle Harry. My friend had her birthday party last night. I needed to buy a new dress and a gift. You can't blame me for that, can you?" Rose explained her problem in a rush.
"What about your meeting with Rolf? It's been almost a month, right? Did you get the apprenticeship?" Harry asked fed up with the girl's thin excuses.
Rose blushed and shook her head.
"Master Scamander was not impressed with my method of handling beasts. He told me that I needed more experience in the field before he'll consider me for an apprentice." Rose mumbled, avoiding meeting Harry's eyes.
"And what about Rosmerta? Aren't you working there for the morning and evening shifts? That should give you enough money to get by." Harry questioned the fidgeting girl further.
"I had already resigned before my interview with Master Scamander. And now, Madam Rosmerta has already hired my replacement. So, I can't return there." Rose miserably told Harry.
Harry snorted in derision. He just couldn't believe the girl's stupidity. She had no idea that she would get the new job and she had already resigned from the first one.
"Rose ... do you know who a freeloader is?" Harry asked Rose far too innocently.
Having not expected that question, Rose was thrown off balance for a moment and answered the first answer that came to mind. "Someone ... who just sits around on his ass and takes advantage of other's generosity."
Harry nodded sagely and his voice suddenly turned cold. "So, basically someone like you, right, Luv?"
Rose scowled. "I'm not like that, Uncle Harry. I'm a hardworking person who's trying to make her way in the world. I'm just having some bad luck. But I know that it's going to change." She declared passionately.
"Of course, sweetheart. Still, I think you need to learn the value of money. You can't just conjure galleons with a wave of your wand, Rosie," Harry said, sounding business-like. "I think if you're looking for more money, you should offer me something in return for my generosity?" Harry not so subtly suggested to his goddaughter.
A thrill shot through Rose's body at Harry's words. She vividly remembered that eventful evening in the Shrieking Shack. Rose still had trouble believing that she had succeeded in seducing Harry. And now, Harry was proposing to her to give money for sexual favors.
"So, what do you say, Rose? Ready to work hard to earn your money?" Harry asked cutting straight to point, not wanting to waste time. James and Albus were out right now partying with friends but would probably return to the house sometime soon.
"O-ok. W-what do you have in mind?" Rose stammered, heart, beating rapidly.
"Oh, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Don't worry. I will do nothing without your approval. But I'm going to make sure that you have to earn your money. No freebie this time I'm afraid, Rosie." Harry replied with a sinister tone that made Rose shiver uneasily.
Harry got up from his chair and undid his loosened tie. With a dastardly smile on his face, Harry made his way around the desk between him and his young target.
Standing behind the trembling girl, Harry moved away the hair covering the back of her neck.
"You have been a bad girl, Rose. Burning my hard-earned galleons for frivolous things. I have to teach you a lesson, darling. It's for your own good, darling." Harry murmured in Rose's ear dropping kisses all around her nape ending with a nibble on her earlobe. "Turn around."
Rose whirled, then hesitated, unsure whether she was allowed to do anything. Harry spared her from making a wrong decision when he grabbed her wrists and lashed them behind her back with his tie. Harry then reached his fingers in Rose's hair and pulled her in for a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue pulling at her soft lips. Her lips were full, warm, and utterly addictive, and Harry couldn't get enough of them.
Harry's hands slid to rest on Rose's hips and a soft moan bubbled up from her throat when Harry flicked his tongue on her lips. Her pink lips parted and Harry used this opportunity to thrust his tongue into the opening. Harry proceeded to kiss Rose roughly, starting a silent contest with her tongue for dominance, and was positively thrilled when she responded in the way he wanted and quickly submitted.
Harry took advantage of Rose's inexperience by tilting her head this way and that as he devoured her mouth at his leisure. After what felt like hours, but in reality, was just a few seconds, Harry pulled away, smiling wickedly, leaving Rose both breathless and pouting.
"Good girl. Looks like you know a little bit about kissing." Harry said digging his fingers deeper in Rose's hair. "How about other things? Are you as talented with the advanced stuff as well?" Harry asked Rose severely pulling her hair back none too gently.
"N-no, no," Rose answered promptly as she was forced to return to reality.
"Good. That's very good. Still, I better not hear that you've been going down on your knees for anyone other than me. I don't want you to whore yourself to anyone else. Do you understand me?" Harry snarled, shaking Rose around a bit.
"Yes. I understand. Just you. Only you, Uncle Harry," Rose promised quickly as her head started feeling dizzy. "I promise."
"Good. That's a very good bitch." Harry whispered happily as he finally relinquished his painful grip on Rose's hair. "Now get down on your knees, you filthy slut. There's something here that you need to worship." Harry ordered as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his red and throbbing dick.
Without hesitation, Rose sank to her knees. She dipped her head down, letting the heady musk of Harry's cock fill her senses. Rose licked her dry lips and leaned forward to wrap them around the head of Harry's prick. Her tongue teased the smooth, wet head for a moment before she took Harry deeper, and inch after inch of Harry's length disappeared into the depths of her mouth.
Rose pulled back a little once the crown hit the back of her throat. She withdrew until only the tip of Harry's prick was left inside her mouth and then flicked her tongue around the ridge at the bottom of the crown, teasing at the sensitive spot where the back of the shaft met the head. Harry moaned as Rose also teased the slit with her tongue a couple of times and then swallowed him back in deeper.
Harry smirked to himself as Rose's throat jumped and her facial muscles flexed to the limit to swallow his length. He was delighted to see that Rose still strived her best to take in more and more of his dick. His hand went right to the back of her head, setting a slow pace for the beginning. Rose's throat made loud sucking noises as she bobbed her head up and down, over and over again, red sucking lips sliding on Harry's shaft.
"Look at you, you fucking whore. I wonder how proud Mummy and Daddy would be to see their little princess working as a slut." Harry grunted as he pulled out his cock for a quick second and allowed Rose to suck in some breath between the loud coughs as she flailed for air.
"What do you say, Rose? Should I tell Hermione what filthy things her darling daughter is doing to earn money?" Harry asked as he slapped Rose on the cheek with his prick. A visible shiver ran up Rose's spine at Harry's question and she rapidly shook her head.
"Alright, if you really insist, baby. Don't worry, I won't tell Hermione." Harry tried his best not to laugh as he reassured the wide-eyed girl. Once more, Harry pressed his cock against Rose's mouth and she opened wide obediently.
Harry thrusted hard this time, pushing past the opening of Rose's throat in the first attempt. He then leaned forward and pressed his groin flush to Rose's face until her nose dug into his lower belly. Harry pulled out his shaft again and then thrusted back in. Harry groaned loudly as Rose took him in deeper without any complaint, she moved her mouth rapidly up and down his pulsating shaft. That set the pace nicely and Harry basically fucked her mug for the next five minutes. There was no other word for it.
Rose gagged violently and couldn't do a damn thing as Harry drove his prick deep into her mouth. Choking and wheezing, Rose whined desperately for air and when Harry, fortunately, pushed her off his rock-hard dick, she made sure that she looked suitably grateful.
Growling, Harry hauled Rose up by her hair and pushed her back until she hit his desk. "Strip," he demanded, quickly pushing his trousers down his legs. Rose's hands shook as she obeyed, still mostly struggling to catch her breath. Panting, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and fumbled with her jeans shorts, turning her back to Harry.
"Awww--what's this, Rosie? Are you shy?" Harry asked, laughing at the absurdity as he discarded his boxers.
"I-I'm not s-shy!" Rose insisted as she shucked off her shorts and turned to face Harry. Her cheeks flushed radiantly and her eyes took on a brilliant shine when they catch the light.
Harry laughed again. "Alright, Luv. Whatever you say. Now, why don't you bend over the desk and we'll get right to the main event." He said with a dark look in his eyes.
Rose nodded, she shuffled around on her feet but with her hands tied behind her back it was difficult. In the end, she tried unsuccessfully to gracefully fall onto her front on the desk.
Harry stopped her right before she could hit her head on the hard surface. He grabbed her hands that were still bound behind her back and bended her over the desk. Rose ended up with her face digging in the wooden surface and her legs on the floor. Satisfied, Harry then used his knees to spread her legs wide and lined up his wet cock against the lips of her pink pussy.
Harry rested his hands on Rose's back and pressed down hard as he shoved in. It had been a while since Harry had fucked a virgin, and he groaned at the feeling of all that brand new tight pussy stretching around his dick.
Rose cried hard as Harry broke her hymen with his brutal thrust. She tried futilely to keep her voice as low as possible. Harry's office was magically locked, of course, both the silencing spells and the thick oak doors ensured that even if a bomb went off inside, no one would hear anything outside.
For a few moments, Harry remained still and allowed Rose to get used to his size. Soon, Rose stopped hissing from the pain of breaking of her hymen and released a soft sigh. Harry immediately lifted his right leg and placed it on the desk to get the right angle required to give hard, powerful thrusts. Then, he leaned forward and just started slamming in to Rose with each brutal thrust of his hips. To spice things up a notch, Harry bit Rose on her shoulder, leaving a fine print of his teeth on her back.
"You fucking tosser! Are you trying to break my hips? Slow down, asshole! It's my first time! And stop biting!" Rose screamed, although contrary to her words she didn't try all that hard to get away. The bite did hurt though but as Harry just kept pounding her insides, she decided to focus on enjoying the hard fuck and took her small revenge by shouting curses.
Chuckling a little at her colorful language, Harry simply switched to Rose's other shoulder and bit her again. His groans were not as loud as Rose's cursing, but they were still loud enough in their own right. Rose's foul words just excited Harry even more and his dick started to move like a rocket in Rose's deflowered cunt.
The second love bite along with the hard pounding, it was more than enough for Rose to handle and she came spectacularly. Rose banged her bound hands on her back and shouted wordlessly for a few moments. Her first orgasm felt pretty fucking fantastic but as Harry continued jackhammering her tired and battered pussy, another one immediately surged through her body.
Rose's body turned slow, sated. She felt lethargic and useless, too spent to do much more than lie there on the desk and let Harry fuck her. Her legs had lost all feeling a long time ago, and now they just shook uncontrollably. The one thing stopping Rose from falling into a deep sleep was Harry, as he forced his cock in and out of her cunny. She tried to held onto Harry's desk as best she could and tried to remember how to breathe. Her world had narrowed to the amazing feeling of Harry's cock and her vision had started to blur.
Rose's skin was heated and sweak-slicked, but Harry's hand never slipped. He just held onto Rose' arse tighter, his finger and thumbs digging, biting, tattoing Rose's backside black, blue and red.
Shoving into Rose once more, Harry came as well. Tired as hell, he slumped down on her back and groaned loudly. "Fucking hell ..." Harry panted against Rose's head, feeling utterly exhausted.
Rose could still feel everything despite her tired state. The smooth wood under her breasts, Harry's lips grazing her shoulder. And then, she also felt the moment that Harry came, a choked moan rasped against the back of her neck and a sudden rush of heat flowed inside her.
"Merlin's saggy tits," Harry groaned as he rested his forehead on the back of Rose's head. "That was fucking incredible."
Rose just groaned, pinned down by Harry's body weight, she panted into the table again. She had never felt more tired and satisfied in her life. But in the end, she smiled, ear-to-ear grinned really, feeling incredibly lucky that she had got caught by Harry that evening. Because the way Uncle Harry had shagged her right now was something she had never guessed herself being comfortable with. Sex with Harry was raw and primal, with very limited amount of foreplay. It was completely different from what Rose had always fantasized sex to be like and quite unexpectedly she found out that she really enjoyed it like this.
While Rose day-dreamed in her mind, Harry raised himself on an elbow and slipped his cock out from Rose's pussy. Tired to death, he untied Rose's hands and dragged himself to the sofa and collapsed on it.
Rose rubbed her sore wrists as the weight over her body disappeared. She turned on her back on the desk right as both of their cum juices came rushing out of her cunt and splattered onto the floor in a sharp burst.
"Rose?" A familiar female voice came from the door. Fear seized Rose's body, and she jolted upright, instinctively trying to cover herself. Quickly, she picked up her discarded t-shirt from the floor and used it to cover her exposed breasts.
Rose filled with dread as her eyes found her Aunt Ginny who was standing in the doorway. Horrified, Rose saw Ginny's eyes track from the clothes discarded haphazardly on the floor to the drops of cum trailing down her legs.
'Shit' Rose thought as Aunt Ginny took a deliberate step into the office, and shut the door behind her.