Sensations of Shemales: Christmas At Apolline's

by FanfictionWriter101

A festive spin-off to my sensations series involving a large gathering at Apolline Delacour's. Sex and perversion aplenty with enemies becoming intimate lovers, characters discovering all new-realms of pleasure, and a sufficiently fitting number of salacious shemales! (SMUT)

4. Chapter 4: Bitter Beauty

Chapter 4: Bitter Beauty

"It's strange, isn't it?" Cho asked, briefly pulling her tongue out of the round plump arse in front of her. As soon as she finished speaking, she dove back forwards, plunging her tongue deep inside of the loosened rear, lapping hungrily at the hole, her nose buried deep in the crest of the girl's ass, her hands squeezing and pulling at the heavenly cheeks either side of her flustered cheeks. Moans filled the room from ahead of her, the Asian girl just able to eye the wild bushy head of hair that belonged to the arse that she was so ravenously devouring.

"What is?" Hermione moaned, biting her lip as Cho's tongue curled deeper inside her, the woman boasting a delectably long tongue, one that was just able to dance across her prostate, milking spasms of pleasure out into the bushy-haired girl. Of all the pairings in the entire manor, Cho and Hermione were perhaps the two that got into it quickest. Whilst neither girl had a particular like towards the other, they didn't vehemently dislike one another either, so slipping into the plush master bedroom of the manor, the two were quickly stripped naked, lavishing one another with soft and intimate kisses, their lips bouncing passionately together as they groped and fondled each other to full-mast. From there, it was quick and easy to have Hermione bent over, her ass cheeks pried apart and with Cho's tongue lodged deep inside her puckered hole, exploring wildly as she drank in the soft moans of pleasure escaping Hermione's supple lips. The more heated their embrace became, the closer their desires shifted, until the pair of them were humming with pleasure and running their hands along each other's bodies as if they were close friends finally getting a chance to catch up with one another. With her cock throbbing between her thighs, Cho stretched her tongue that little bit further, allowing Hermione's ass cheeks to clap against her face before she pulled away to speak.

"That I am eating Hermione Granger's ass. I never thought I'd see the day," Cho giggled before eagerly returning her tongue to Hermione's saliva slickened hole, lathering more spittle across the puckered entrance, lapping hungrily until her pink flesh was slick and glossy. Her hands rested on Hermione's surprisingly curvy hips, pulling her ass backwards onto her tongue, all in a lustful attempt to drive the slick muscle deeper into the book-worm's tight hole. Feeling Cho's eagerness, Hermione was all too happy to push her ass backwards each time Cho's tongue dove that little bit further into her, trying to milk as much pleasure out of the Asian's talented tongue.

"Well, if you had wanted to, you could have just asked. I'm not averse to having someone's tongue buried in me. Especially a talented one like yours," Hermione smirked, glancing behind herself and relishing the sight of someone as conventionally beautiful as Cho being buried between her ass, properly smothered amidst her flesh. It was a delight, seeing and feeling Cho's face completely enveloped, her eyes betraying the intent desire she felt to carve her tongue deeper and with wilder intent. Each moan that came from Hermione's lips was a sweet reward for Cho; just as each moan from Cho's mouth was a tantalising vibrating addition to what was already an exceptionally pleasurable rim-job. Ecstasy latched the two of them together, their heated embrace growing more pleasure-hungry by the minute.

"Oh, you're too kind. I never thought you'd be into anal-play. You always had that dom look to you. The kind of person to bend a boy over and make him your own," Cho groaned, plucking her lips from Hermione's ass, much to the girl's dismay. Not one to abandon the pleasure she had been building, Cho lowered two fingers down to Hermione's entrance and sunk them deep inside of her. Groaning softly, Hermione relished the arching rigidity of the digits and the way the effortlessly curled towards her prostate, lightly rubbing and massaging the source of pure ecstasy. Hermione arched her back, pushing her arse back onto Cho's fingers, keen to have them pumping back and forth within her tight and sensitive depths.

"You've never seen me in action," Hermione moaned, feeling Cho's body inch further along hers, the woman keeping her fingers hooked inside of her asshole, rocking them gently back and forth, teasing her tight hole with each swaying movement. Moving along the bed, Cho knelt beside Hermione's head, lowering her lips down to Hermione's, the two locking into a soft and pleasurable embrace, their tongues battling playfully in a salacious, pleasure-locked dance. Savouring the taste of herself on Cho's tongue, Hermione was quick to swap from the passive plaything begging for Cho to finger-fuck her harder, to the woman on a crusade to provide equal pleasure to Cho. Pushing Cho backwards, Hermione caused the fingers to slip out of her asshole, the Asian toppling onto her back, her legs spread apart. Sweeping along the bed, Hermione propped herself up on her elbows between Cho's legs, her hands casually massaging Cho's thighs, her thumbs curling just in enough to graze against the length of her cock. Shivering in anticipation for what was obviously to come, Cho waited as Hermione's breath hovered tantalisingly closer to her cock, the wetness of Hermione's tongue inching nearer and nearer. Humming softly, Cho watched, not wanting to miss a second of the bookish Hermione Granger salivating around her cock.

"I'd bet Ron has stories to tell about that," Cho giggled, now viewing the pairs relationship in a new light. Whilst she had never considered Ron particularly dominant, her typical viewing of relationships coloured the pair in the wrong light. With that view altered, she imagined Ron splayed on the bed, Hermione towering over him decked in leather and latex, cradling a whip in her hand, running her tongue along bright red lips, her bushy-haired tightened in a pony-tail behind her. Feeling herself get lost in the moment, Cho quickly snapped back to reality, wanting to savour the moment Hermione latched those sumptuous lips around her cock.

"And Cedric about you," Hermione teased with a wink before reaching forwards and swallowing Cho's cock hungrily. Wrapping her lips around Cho's length, Hermione sank half of it into her mouth, effortlessly enveloping the girl's thick cock into her throat, her tongue curling and flicking hungrily around the shaft. Tightening her lips, she began to gentle suckle, gorging herself as her tongue lapped wildly across the cock, eagerly bathing the thick length in saliva and spittle, the warmth tightness of her throat being mere inches away from consuming the entire cock. Cho was compelled to grab Hermione by her endless supply of hair and slam her lips down, yet she repressed that urge, instead allowing Hermione to plunge her mouth down of her own accord, salivating immensely as she pressed her lips against Cho's neatly trimmed crotch, the thin bristles rubbing against her nose. Humming happily as her throat swelled to accommodate, Hermione's hand dutifully fell to Cho's balls, gently squeezing and fondling them, deftly bouncing them between her digits as she drew her lips back and forth across Cho's cock, demonstrating the depths of her oral abilities. Cho was taken aback primarily due to Hermione's reserved nature. To see that she was in fact a cock-sucking fiend the rival of any cock-sucker in Hogwarts, gave Cho no small amount of pleasure. Reclining into the bed, she savoured the heavenly warmth and soft, supple feeling of her lips dragging themselves across her cock. Despite her cock being bathed and lathered in saliva, Hermione made sure that her lips always reduced the shimmering layer to a neat, thin glossy, ensuring that the sloppy mess of oral efforts was kept fully within her throat. Each bob of her lips elicited a moan from Cho as she relished being serviced in such a brilliant way.

"We should introduce them to each other. I've always had a fantasy about that sort of thing. Bisexual domination. Getting them to suck each other and fuck for our pleasure… Mmm…" Cho moaned, imagining the four of them in this bed, the two boys with collars on, leashed to their mistress's. Both she and Hermione would cling to one another, grinding and rubbing against each other whilst they instructed the boys to play. If they were lucky, they would taste their mistress's cocks and if they performed well enough, they would have the honour of their asses being speared onto one of their better's thick, wonderous cocks. Losing herself in her fantasy, Cho was brought once again back to reality as Hermione reluctantly plucked her lips from her cock, pressing them firmly against the side of Cho's length, speaking even as her lips were half-muffled with veined, she-cock.

"I'm not sure Ron's into all that. But I'd be happy to have a go at Cedric. Show him the power of two dominant women," Hermione moaned against Cho's flesh, her tongue running across her cock, all before she quickly and took Cho back into her throat, giving her a few deep plunged of her gullet, slamming her lips firmly against Cho's base, her throat stretching and bulging as the cock carved its way through. Moaning with her mouth full, Hermione remarked on how delightful a cock Cho had for sucking. It was the perfect length, the perfect width and held a tantalising shimmer to it when drenched in saliva.

"Ooo… You have a way with words," Cho groaned, casually tweaking one of her nipples as she gently thrust her hips to meet Hermione's deep plunges. The gentle clap of her lips against her base was a delectable sound, especially when paired with the colliding smack of her balls against Hermione's slightly slickened chin. The bushy-haired girl, in a moment of passion, allowed a strand of spittle to roll down her chin, adding to the slapping sound in such a mesmerising way. There was nothing quite like the wet slap of colliding bodies, "And then we could swap… Give Ron a go. Or even make them watch…"

"But none of this really solves our problem," Hermione purred, plucking her lips from Cho's cock and slowly clambering up along her body, their cocks smacking against one another as Hermione thrust her lips up against Cho's, drawing the girl into a deep and endless kiss, their mouths moaning happily in amidst each other's tender embrace.

"And that is?" Cho asked, in amongst the soft sound of their lips parting, their hands beginning to grope one another. Hermione's went to Cho's perfectly pert breasts, whilst Cho returned to her own personal heaven in Hermione's ass, her fingers quickly sinking into the soft, plump flesh that Hermione had smothered her in.

"When two dominant tops collide, where do the cocks go?" Hermione said as coyly as she could muster, unable to deny that the words made her almost snigger in regard to their absurdity. Smirking, Cho looked Hermione deep in the eye before erupting into a fit of giggles, unable to believe that Hermione would ever say something like that. Let alone to her.

"Hermione Granger. I would have thought you of all people would have a spark of creativity about you. If two tops can't both top, then…" Cho said with a purr, gently rolling Hermione to one side before slipping off the bed. Making her way over to the wooden cabinet by the bed, Cho opened it and began to peruse the wealth of salacious toys on offer, her eyes widening as she saw a number of peculiar items. Gathering up a handful, she carried them back to the bed, dropping them in a heaped pile as she explained her solution to their unique problem, "Perhaps a little extra help could solve our issue. And save our dominatrix pride."

"This stuff is… interesting," Hermione breathed, her hands reaching out to explore the many objects that had been brought over. There were a couple butt-plugs that appeared rather conventional, alongside what appeared to be a twenty-inch long double-ended dildo. That quickly found itself in Hermione's grasp, a perverse interest being fostered in her in regard to the object. It was a peculiar item, yet alluring, nonetheless. In her curiosity consumed mind, she unthinkingly said, "I've always had a thing for toys, but… well, it's an expensive interest to have."

"Apolline doesn't seem to mind flashing money around. What's all this?" Cho asked, reaching forwards to one of the stranger implements. Hermione recognised it immediately as a fleshlight, yet as Cho pointed to the particular thing she was interested about, Hermione was reminded of their different backgrounds. Cho traced the strange pattern in the plastic, depicting the folds of a pussy, the girl genuinely curious as to what it was.

"Oh, it's shaped after a vagina. The folds and such. It's a muggle woman's anatomy," Hermione explained, knowing one intimately from experience. It looked exactly like her mother's, give or take a few additional creases in places. Yet, it was easily recognisable. It was strange that she was one of the only people in the manor to not only know what a vagina was, but to have rabidly explored it in animalistic sessions with her own mum.

"Ah? Does it feel different?" Cho asked, dipping a finger inside the hole of the fleshlight, finding it to be nice and tight. Her question reached beyond the toy itself and was a genuine question regarding the physical experience. She didn't know any muggles after all.

"Plastic is plastic. The real thing feels different. Wet and tight and… it's a treat," Hermione moaned, wistfully recounting the times she had been balls deep in her mother's clutching cunt, pumping and pounding away at her tight wet cunt. Moaning softly, Hermione returned to reality and took the fleshlight, only to notice something rather peculiar about it, "But… this looks bigger…"

"What do you mean?" Cho asked, not thinking that the toy seemed any bigger. Not that she was an expert on fleshlights. However, as Hermione inspected the actual entrance, it seemed to have a wider entrance. At first, she thought it was designed to accommodate the Delacour family's more sizable anatomy, yet upon even further inspection, it looked as if there were two holes fused into one.

"Well, I've seen one of these before. My… my erm… a… friend has one of them…" Hermione explained, quickly stopping herself from saying that her mother owned one. Let alone reveal the fact that her mother had bought the toy to specifically use on her, "The hole in hers was much smaller. This… I mean the way the plastic is formed it's… it's almost like it's designed for two cocks."

"Then that solves our problem. A little double penetration ought to do the job," Cho said with a glimmer in her eye, one that caused Hermione to raise an eyebrow in excitement. The prospect of a double-stuffed pussy, even if it was a fake one, was tantalising to say the least. But then, Cho drew her attention back to the object to Hermione's side. Picking up the double-ended dildo, Cho waved it around gently, smirking as she suggestively commented on it, "But then there is also this?"

"Well, if I were a creative person, which I've been told that I'm not, I'd point out that this and that both use different parts of our bodies," Hermione teased, taking both of the toys and making crude gestures as to how they could both be used simultaneously.

"You're a quick study to say the least. I should have expected it though. So, a little double-ending and double-stuffing… And here I thought this would be plain," Cho giggled, leaning forwards and stealing a brief, gentle kiss. Pulling away, the two of them were eager to get started with Cho casually sweeping the remainder of the toys onto the floor, not watching long enough to notice them casually float back into their place in the cabinet, all before actually hitting the floor. Returning to Hermione, Cho mimicked the brunette's position, reclining on her back and pointing her ass towards Hermione's. The two of them positioned their asses slightly in the air, resting a little on the shoulders to allow their assholes to align. Dropping the toy down between their bodies, Hermione angled it in place, ensuring that it had been sufficiently lubricated with a quick layer of saliva.

"You comfy?" Hermione asked, not wanting to jump ahead on things before Cho was ready. Grabbing a pillow, Cho quickly stuffed it beneath her head, propping herself up a little and ensuring that her back wouldn't ache throughout the entirety of this new experience.

"Yep. Right… I er… I suppose we just put them in," Cho smirked, grabbing her end of the toy and resting it against her asshole. Despite not being nearly as well prepared as Hermione, she still felt her asshole loosen a little, obviously eager to allow the cock to sink deep inside of her. Not wanting to jump the gun, she waited for Hermione.

"And try to split it fifty, fifty," Hermione commented. In truth, she wasn't that fussed. A fifty-fifty split would mean ten inches each which was more than enough for her in terms of her own anal abilities. As such, if Cho stole a few inches, she wouldn't complain. However, she did think it was a particularly saucy thing to say.

"Worried you won't get your share?" Cho giggled, teasing her own hole, not pushing it inside until Hermione grabbed her end. Doing just that, Hermione guided her tip towards her asshole, pushing it softly against her saliva slickened entrance, moaning softly as she realised just how pliable her ass had become as a result of Cho's tongue.

"Oh, I'll get my share. Even if I have to pull every inch out of you," Hermione purred salaciously, eliciting a groan of satisfaction from Cho as she chuckled to herself. There was something perverse about Hermione talking dirty. Cho thought given Hermione's background, any dirty-talk would be clumsy. Yet it was far from it. Which only made it all the more satisfying to hear.

"God… Hermione Granger talking dirty… We don't even need these toys if that's how you're going to be," Cho giggled, feeling pre-cum leak from the tip of her cock onto her stomach, purely from the spasm that came about as a result of Hermione's perverse comments. Giggling, the two quickly put aside their playful tones. Now… Now, was the time for toe-curling pleasure and some really intense orgasms.

Slowly, the two of them eased the tips of the toy inside of them, letting out low groans as they did so. The double-ended dildo wasn't exceptionally thick, so neither of them felt any degree of difficulty in easing the toy inside of themselves. In fact, it was a rather pleasant stretch. Given the long floppy nature of the toy, both of them couldn't simply push together and expect it to effortlessly glide into them unhampered. Instead, they had to feed the toy into themselves, slowly guiding inch after inch into her clutching asshole, letting their holes envelop more and more. It took a little wriggling and constant shuffling towards one another, but eventually, half the toy was enveloped in their asses, with another half left to split between the two. Moaning softly, the felt the length pressing against their prostates, their equally thick and heavy cocks flopped against their stomachs. Both Cho and Hermione grabbed their shafts and began to gently tug on them as they eased the dildo into their depths, working closer and closer together with each passing inch. As they neared one another, it became increasingly apparent that they would have to adjust their position and intertwine their legs in order to have their asses pressed together. Lifting her left leg, Cho allowed Hermione's leg to slip beneath hers whilst Hermione mirrored the position on the other side, allowing the two finally sandwich themselves against one another, their asses stuffed with ten inches each. A little sliver was outside of their asses, but given the soft plumpness of their rear ends, neither of them were able to exactly push their tight holes together. Then again, neither of them was complaining given the fact that their asses were filled to the brim with a nice, juicy little cock.

"Nice and snug, eh?" Hermione groaned, wriggling back and forth in order to get herself properly comfortable. The discomfort largely came from their orientation of their bodies. It probably would have been better to position themselves on their hands and knees, yet that would have made the next bit all the more difficult.

"Ready for part two?" Cho smirked, grabbing the fleshlight and lifting it into the air. Holding her cock by the base, she angled it upright, holding the toy just above her tip, waiting expectantly for Hermione to join her. Much to their amusement, as Hermione slapped her cock against Cho's, the two of them were made aware just how similar their cocks were in size and width.

With their cocks pressed as tightly together as possible, Hermione took both her hands and held both of their cocks by the base, allowing Cho to angle their tips just perfectly. Slipping her own tip inside, she moaned as her cock was squeezed into the tight plastic hole. Easing Hermione's inside, the two of them flopped back in ecstasy, as the felt the tight embrace of the plastic entrance serve to pin both of their pulsating, pre-cum soaked tips together, sandwiching them perfectly together in the tight pocket of faux-flesh. Cho wasted no time at all in easing the toy downwards, driving their cocks deep into the fleshlight. With half of their length sheathed inside, Hermione let go of their cocks, trusting the receptacle to keep them held in place. It was utterly heavenly to say the least. Whilst Hermione had experience double penetration somewhat in her life, the fleshlight had a way of highlighting the level of pleasure that came from the other person's cock being so tightly pressed against her own. Every slight movement from Cho's cock was felt in intimate detail along Hermione's length, meaning that twitches and shivers became some of the most intense feelings, often being mirrored and resulting in a brief back and forth of repeated pleasure. Not to mention, all of it was embraced in a silky soft, plastic hole, slickened with lube and perfectly snug for their cocks. It was heavenly and both of the girls couldn't wait for their cocks to be pushed all the way. Quickly guiding the toy down to their bases, the girls groaned as the last inch struggled to stretch all the way to the toy, with their position hindering their ability to plunge all the way. It was a natural limitation of their bodies, but a frustrating one to say the least. Regardless, Cho was more than happy to start a slow and delicious rhythm, savouring the tight sandwich of cock and cunt they had been provided.

The pleasure was tempered by the fact they also had their asses stuffed, meaning that whilst both of them were used to hard and fast sex, neither of them felt inclined to push themselves. They were happy to stew in the slow and intimate, allowing the symphony of different pleasures to combine into an equally intense delight as a fast-paced fuck-session. Pumping the toy along their cocks, Cho sank backwards, moaning happily as she closed her eyes. Hermione was quick to follow, her hands squeezing her breasts, fondling and squeezing them as she lost herself in her own thoughts. She fantasised about a number of things, yet her mind always came back to a singular one; her mother. They were fucking a replicated pussy, so it only made sense that Mrs Granger was the one straddling them, allowing her already tight cunt to be loosened considerably by their two cocks driving deep inside of her. She had never discussed the idea of such extreme forms of sex with her mother. She knew Mrs Granger had a proclivity for out there sex and Hermione didn't doubt that she had in the past taking two cocks inside of her. But two into one hole. She imagined her mother would leap at the chance, with Hermione wondering if after she and Cho had cum, whether or not they should go in search of her mother for the real thing. Hermione couldn't imagine a sweeter pleasure that the tight feeling of Cho's cock throbbing against her own, all wrapped up in the tight, wet warmth of her mother's pussy; a delight that no amount of plastic could ever emulate, regardless of how pleasurable it was.

As Cho's hand began to ache, she prompted Hermione to take over, with the bushy-haired girl readily doing so. Taking a few moments to find her pace, Hermione opted for a different approach. She still didn't hammer it up and down, but instead peppered in a few quick series of thrusts in amidst the slower and more intimate ones, making the pleasure that little bit fresher. Cho was quick to allow herself to become consumed by her own fantasies. In her mind, it was Cedric above the two of them, happily gaping his cock so that the both of them could stuff themselves inside, pounding and stretching his already well-used hole. He would be moaning happily, eagerly impaling himself, wanting to please his mistresses as his ass ached from being so full. The throb of Hermione's cock against her own was as enthralling as her own personal fantasy and whilst she relished her own thoughts and musings, nothing could quite compare from the scintillating reality of the fact. She and Hermione Granger were fucking a dual-fleshlight, all the while having their asses impaled on a double-ended dildo. Those words lingered in Cho's mind and gave her perverse satisfaction than any measure of plastic ever could. Groaning happily, she relished Hermione's different pace, her breath quickening with each sharp pump of the cock, all before softening into low mellow growls as she lowered her pace. Needless to say, the barrage of different sensations was doing wonders for both of them, serving to steadily catalyse their orgasms into fruition. Each driving pump of Hermione's hand brought about more and more intensity and promised an equally salacious end.

Grunting as their orgasms, peaked the two girls locked eyes once more. Cho brought her hand towards Hermione's, the two working together to drive themselves into the toy, their hips often lifting up to meet the downward push of the toy. They always moved in tandem, with their bodies seeming to be an extension of one another. As such, they both silently resolved to cum in unison. Holding back their orgasms, they locked eyes, their breathless lips unable to form words amidst the passion. Eventually, they nodded at one another, signalling their orgasms were on the very edge. Simultaneously, the let loose, pouring cum out from the heads of their cocks and deep into the toy. Quickly, the cum flowed back down their lengths, gleaming along their shafts and trickling to the entrance of the toy. That warm sticky sensation only added to the ecstasy of the moment, the two girls milking themselves dry against each other's slickening flesh, their cocks twitching in unison, spurred on by the movements of the other. Groaning loudly, they eventually collapsed, breathless. Their cocks remained trapped inside the toy, still somewhat hardened as they used one another as a splint. Neither one wanted the pleasure to stop, but their breathless gasps for air indicated their dwindling energy. Even then, no one moved to lift the toy up and free their cocks. Both of them were happy and content to remain as they were, drinking in the lingering pleasures and soft subtle sensations that kept their cocks from completely and utterly softening. Minutes seemed to past as they were lost in the post-orgasm haze. It was only when Hermione came to her senses and slowly began to lift the toy up with the intention to loose their cum-drenched lengths and get herself cleaned up.

"No… Not just yet… Keep… Oh… Going," Cho moaned, grabbing Hermione's hand and stopping her from pulling the flesh-light away from their cocks, even going so far as to lightly start pumping the toy in place, resuming their previous pleasurable rhythm. Hermione gritted her teeth as her orgasm-ridden cock felt incredibly sensitive, yet despite that, Cho's thrusts began to take on an intense allure. Whilst Hermione had thought her cock was softening, Cho's rekindled thrusts were quick to bring blood flowing back. Cho readily hardened once again, the fleshlight gliding over their cocks, coaxing out more moans and impassioned grunts, their bodies beginning to gleam with sweat. The cum that both of them had poured into the toy acted as necessary lubricant to push their experiences into further ecstasy. Cum leaked onto their crotches, yet neither of them cared to take note of it, instead relishing and lavishing the unique pleasure they were experiencing. Little did they know that first orgasm would be the first of many. Many endless explosions of cum poured into that one toy. Whilst they would change position, removing the double-ended dildo eventually, the same thing always changed. The two of them were both driving their cocks into that pocket-pussy, pounding away hungrily, their lips often kissing, or their bodies slamming together in some unique position that afforded them more bliss. Whilst the door had long since unlocked, neither of them moved towards it. At least, they wouldn't do so. Not until the fleshlight had milked every last droplet of cum from them, every last morsel of energy and they were left completely empty. Their bodies glazed in a shimmer of sweat, they continued to pound happily and endlessly away, their balls drained time and time again, cum pouring out of the toy and down their bodies in a seemingly unending supply.

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"Miss Bones, I sincerely hope that you are better at riding cock than a broomstick," Madam Hooch smirked, reclining into the soft embrace of the bed, looking up at the delectable figure of the young Susan Bones. The two had quickly shirked their awkwardness in lieu of a more open approach to the task as hand. With a practical mentality, Madam Hooch was quick to instil a sense of confidence in Susan. The fact that Madam Hooch was a teacher meant very little to Susan, who up until her fifth year, relied solely on the Hogwarts Faculty to alleviate the conditions of being born of a witch. As such, the prospect of engaging sexually with a teacher, whilst a little daunting, was easily overcome. Retreating to the bed at the end of the room, the two slowly began to get into it. A quick grazing hand against an exposed stretch of flesh served to kindle more forward motion from the pair, with hands slowly beginning to trace across covered and uncovered skin. The further their hands explored, the closer their bodies shifted together, until their hot and steamy breath was openly intermingling with each other's, their lips mere inches away from one another. The throb of their tightening panties became increasingly apparent the more embroiled they became in one another, their passionate stares alongside the blushing cheeks leading their underwear to become a hot and restrictive prison. Neither one of them had a direction in mind, with words failing them both following Madam Hooch's more perverse murmur. Whilst neither of them knew what would come of this in regard to whom would be bent where and what would be thrust inside of what, they both were content to allow the small incremental shifts forward to take them closer and closer to an explosive climax. As such, Madam Hooch rolled on top of Susan, arching her back as she flaunted her frame to the young girl, with Susan drinking in every curve and crease.

Madam Hooch was perhaps the fittest of all the men and women in attendance at the Delacour Manor. Spending most of her time on a broom, her body had become tight and reflective of her sterling athleticism. As such, her arms and legs had such a pronounced, muscular appearance to them, displaying a taut strength in their commanding shape. Her hips were pinched inwards, yet her ass was pert and well-formed. It wasn't exactly meaty, but it wasn't drained of all its pull and feel. Her stomach had her abs etched into it, each one defined and easily traceable with the naked eye, the firmness of the flesh being noticeable just from a glance. Her panties rode high on her hips, pulled up to flaunt her frame and outline the v-shape carving down towards her cock. Her breasts were delicate, small handfuls, pert and well-shaped. They had no sense of sag and appeared somewhat tiny on her frame. They were hidden behind a tight-fitting bra, the garment betraying nothing of her tits size. Her silvery hair was swept back along her head, her piercing yellows eyes commanding Susan's attention in an almost spectral thrall. Sitting astride, Susan's hips, Madam Hooch reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, pulling the garment off and tossing it to the side. Her breasts barely bounced, settling quickly, with dark pink nipples sat crowning each mound. They were far from massive, yet they suited her frame and looked utterly divine in comparison with the rest of her body. If she had large weighty breasts, they would have undoubtedly appeared unseemly on her tight body, appearing out of place in comparison to her slim and well-shaped physique. Lightly pinching one of her nipples, Madam Hooch instantly brought it to a hardened peak, the tiny nub begging for more attention; attention it was denied as Madam Hooch set her sights on Susan's plump lips. Like a hawk finding their prey, she soared forwards, inching along her body, bringing her bulging crotch closer and closer to Susan's face, the girl blushing gently as the prospect of pleasuring a teacher swept suddenly and unexpectantly up on her.

Whilst she was no stranger to sexual relations with teachers -all of them borne out of physical necessity as opposed to desire- she had never once been required to reciprocate. Each time she had been brought to orgasm by Professor Sprout or Madam Pomfrey, that had always been the end of it. It was a function. A necessity. They never turned around, exposed themselves and expected her to take care of them. So, seeing those sleek black and silver panties inching towards her, the bulge within growing exponentially, Susan couldn't help but panic. Especially when looking up at the stunning teacher. She wasn't conventionally attractive, yet she held herself with such sincere confidence, that she exuded carnal sex appeal. Her body wasn't busty or juicy, yet she made it her own and thus commanded equal attraction to Apolline of all people. It was a stark comparison to Susan. At least in the young girl's mind. She lay there, her hair neatly done up in the way it had been for the past five years, a rather cute and unadventurous pair of pink floral panties and bra holding back her private parts. She looked like a fool in comparison to the utter salaciousness of Madam Hooch. In her mind at least. In her mind, she was the quiet shy girl who had never hit her stride sexually. A stark contrast to the erotic confidence of the teacher in front of her. Her cheeks blushed softly, her cock throbbing uncomfortably in the ill-fitting panties she chose. Even the way Madam Hooch's panties fit her body perfectly, accentuating her style and sexuality, served to make Susan feel more and more out of place. These feelings blossomed downstairs when she saw the stunning beautiful women in all their skimpy glory, but it had only served to be exacerbated by being placed firmly in front of one of those women. Rather, being straddled by one of them, their alluring sex appeal quite literally throbbing in her face. Her head felt a little woozy to say the least, yet she collected herself and calmed her nerves as much as possible. This wasn't the first time she had performed oral sex. The fact that it was a teacher -a beautiful, stunning, scintillating one at that- made no difference. A cock was a cock, she told herself, watching as Madam Hooch lowered a single hand downwards.

Even the way that single hand moved across her body enthralled Susan completely. The subtle way in which Madam Hooch hooked only her thumb inside her panties and pulled them swiftly to one side, exposing her thick cock, flashes of trimmed silvery hair appearing just above the bulging length. Running her eyes along every single inch of that cock, Susan found herself enamoured by it and daunted at the prospect of having to pleasure such a length. What if she couldn't? What if she wasn't good enough to do so? The girl salivated at the sparkling tip of Madam Hooch's length, the bulbous head shimmering with a thin gloss of pre-cum. It that shine that managed to quell Susan's concerns briefly as she found herself possessed by a desire to taste that delicious substance. Looking up at Madam Hooch, almost as if for consent, Susan lifted a hand tentatively to her cock, gently grasping it with her thumb and forefinger, not thinking to wrap her hand around. Instead, she simply held it upright long enough for her to pop the tip into her mouth, tightening her lips just enough to ensure the cock wouldn't slip free. As soon as she did that, she moved her hand away, returning it to her side, both her arms laying unmoving as she awkwardly craned her neck to slurp on the tip. Not noticing the smirk on Madam Hooch's lips as a result of her strange mannerism, Susan closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out any and all other sensory sources, wanting to focus plainly and purely on the meaty cock in front of her. That was all she wanted to occupy her thoughts. She didn't care for any other sounds, touches or smells. Just that which came from Madam Hooch's cock.

With her lips affixed around the head of Madam Hooch's cock, she began to suck on the woman's cock as best as she could. What little she had learnt in her brief forays into the world of sex gave her limited knowledge when it came to oral. Regardless, she knew to focus her attentions on that throbbing, pulsating tip that was spilling plentiful amounts of pre-cum into her mouth. That substance ignited some kind of carnal passion within they young girl, an innate ravenous desire to gorge herself on cock. As such, each splash of pre-cum brought her tongue crashing wildly against Madam Hooch's cock-head, lapping at the bulbous crown with speed and intensity. Moans escaped from Madam Hooch's lips as she admired the tenacity of Susan's tongue. The girl's inexperience was clear from the get-go and Madam Hooch had naturally tempered her expectations as such. She wasn't expecting some cock-hungry whore to suddenly appear, deepthroating every inch and wielding her tongue like the pleasurable weapon of a woman well-seasoned in cock-sucking. However, she was pleasantly surprised by Susan's enthusiasm. It felt very much like what Susan lacked in innate talent, she was vehemently desperate to make up for in her eagerness. As such, her tongue was flailing back and forth with little thought of precision, simply desperate to rush and run along Madam Hooch's cock as quickly and wildly as possible. Reaching down, Madam Hooch brushed Susan's soft red hair from her eye, stirring Susan from her haze and drawing the girl's attention upwards. As soon as she saw Madam Hooch's lips parted in soft moans, her face ravished with a certain pleasure, Susan felt a light flush rise in her cheeks. She was obviously doing something right. The mere rush of excitement that came as a result of that caused saliva to catch in her throat, causing her to gag and splutter a little, pulling away from Madam Hooch's cock to recover. As she coughed into her fist, she heard a gentle giggle from the older woman, one that deepened the flush on Susan's cheeks, yet for all the wrong reasons. Desperate to get back to that time when she was eliciting moans of approval from Madam Hooch as opposed to chortles at her expense, Susan grabbed Madam Hooch's cock once more, this time wrapping her hand around the base and firmly gripping the meaty cock.

Leaning forwards, Susan returned her lips to Madam Hooch's cock, tightening them firmly and with renewed zeal. Her tongue once again launched into a barrage of wild licks, carving back and forth in swift fluid motions across the sensitive tip. A little disappointed that she no longer had trickles of pre-cum to savour and delight in, Susan opted to push her lips a little further, discovering that the taste of pre-cum had rolled along Madam Hooch's cock. With that in mind, she swallowed a little more of the woman's cock, propping herself up on an elbow in order to get a better angle. Two inches of the woman's cock were now sheathed inside of Susan's inexperienced mouth, her tongue continuing to circle around the thick shaft, doing her best to move as quickly as she was before, yet now with the added inhibitor of Madam Hooch's thickness. Madam Hooch was considerably bigger than any cock Susan had been with before, with the extent of her experience coming largely from her brief encounters with Harry Potter. They had been fleeting moments during their time in the D.A. wherein sex became a common past-time of a great deal many of the members, something which Susan took furtive steps into at Harry's side. She had lost her virginity to him rather quickly and unexpectedly, but that wasn't what she valued. The two of them savoured one another's cocks and whilst Susan was pointedly bad at sucking cock, she improved greatly through the couple times that she and Harry went at it. However, she never struggled with his cock in the same way she was Madam Hooch's. The way she throbbed and stretched her lips was unusual and unexpected. It felt like Susan wasn't feeding the woman's cock into her mouth but was rather rolling her lips inch by inch along the cock. The only part that Susan felt she was any good at was her tongue movements, but they became progressively more constrained and limited the more of Madam Hooch's cock she swallowed, with the thickness of the length steadily pushing her tongue flat against the base of her mouth, forcing it to remain completely still. As such, Susan felt that there was little point in her continuing to push along Madam Hooch's cock given that she was definitely not going to deepthroat the length. Surely it would be wiser to focus on that which she was sincerely able to do, as opposed to trying to which her body physically wouldn't allow.

However, Susan was strangely compelled to continue forwards, rolling her lips that little bit further, inching her mouth bit by bit along the veiny cock in front of her. As she did so, she quickly felt the throbbing tip of Madam Hooch's cock push and probe against the back of her throat. Immediately, she gagged, her throat tightening at the mere suggestion of taking it any deeper. Saliva spilled from her mouth, the young girl struggling to swallow it as she coughed and choked. Yet, in amidst the flurry of splutters, Susan heard a distinct and deepened moan from Madam Hooch. One that set her hairs on end. It was throaty. Carnal. Perverse. The kind that would only come from an immense amount of satisfaction, be it physical or eroticism. That moan was enough to get Susan to hold in place, the tip of the woman's cock resting against the very entrance of her throat, tickly coughs on the verge of exploding wildly forth. Breathing steadily through her nose, Susan glanced up at Madam Hooch and saw the woman's eyes had rolled back in pleasure, her lips drawn curtly into a pleasurable smile. It was a cathartic sight to say the least. One that convince Susan of the physical impact her cock-sucking was having. Her own cock twitched at the sight and as she wiped her chin of streaked saliva, Susan silently resolved to herself. She was going to take Madam Hooch's cock beyond the barrier of her throat and hungrily accept it deep into her gullet. Even if it was uncomfortable, even if it pained her, or upset her; she would swallow that shaft as deep as she physically could.

Rather counterintuitively, her first port of call was to pull her lips back, guiding the back to the head of Madam Hooch's cock. Collecting herself, Susan slowly began to work her lips back and forth, collecting as much saliva as she could and lathering Madam Hooch's cock in the substance. Layering it again and again, she brought the woman's tip to a shining finish, inching further along the shaft as she did so. Inch by inch, she doused Madam Hooch's cock in as much saliva as she could muster, her sucking sounds growing progressively sloppier, the girl tightening her lips firmly around Madam Hooch's length to ensure that no spittle escaped. Bouncing her lips back and forth, she brought them right back down to the part of Madam Hooch's cock that she struggled with before. Lubing the woman's dick up to the point where the tip probed the back of her throat, Susan finally pulled back for breath. Plucking her lips from Madam Hooch's cock, she grabbed the woman's cock and began to jerk it, smearing the spittle along the entire length of the cock, with there being more than enough to bring her to a slick and shining finish. Grinning ear to ear at her handiwork, she continued to pump her hand back and forth, ensuring it was worked liberally across the entire length, savouring the slight throb and twitch that came from her gentle squeezes of the bulging length. Ignoring the thrum of pleasure building in her own cock, Susan selflessly devoted herself to Madam Hooch's. She was going to get that cock into her throat if it was the last thing she ever did. She wasn't even thinking beyond it to an orgasm. Her mind was singularly focused on her own personal cock-sucking goal. Madam Hooch's pleasure was only a happy by-product. Strangely enough, in her own peculiar way, Susan had reduced Madam Hooch to only her cock, blotting out any and all other senses, focussing purely and wholeheartedly on the thick, meaty task at hand.

Returning her lips to Madam Hooch's cock, she blocked out the moans from the teacher's lips, even ignoring the woman's encouraging prompts and suggestions, her perverse dirty-talk being completely lost on the enthralled and singularly motivated young slut. Latching her lips back onto Madam Hooch's cock, she went to work building a rhythm. Bobbing her head back and forth, Susan slurped and slobbered over the portion of Madam Hooch's cock that she could muster, slowly and steadily building up a quicker and quicker pace. The newfound slickness of her lubricated cock allowed Susan's lips to glide effortlessly along her veiny length, bouncing back and forth without so much as a missed beat. The once oppressively thick cock now seemed to fit so perfectly and snugly, with Susan's lips pulled just tight enough around the length. Her tongue had fallen limp, no longer taking centre-stage as the sloppy rhythmic sounds of her steadily increasing blowjob took the spotlight. But the task was not done yet. Each plunge of her lips was a proverbial run-up, loosening her lips and teasing the very entrance of her throat. Pushing that little bit further, Susan began to butt the tip of Madam Hooch's cock against her throat, doing her best to quell the urge to gag. Starting of with wild and uncontrolled splutters, Susan quickly began to fight them back, getting a leash on the more uncontrollable reactions and steadily building up her tolerance. Her eyes rolled closed as she did so, silently psyching herself up for the task at hand. Right up until the moment, she took that salacious leap of faith.

Pulling her lips right back to the tip, Susan plunged them suddenly forwards, carving her lips purposefully along Madam Hooch's length. The moment she felt the head push against the back of her throat, Susan threw caution to the wind and swallowed deeply. Immediately, the room was filled with loud gags and splutters as Susan's throat fought against the thick intruder now sat squarely in her gullet. Spasming and undulating, her throat tried desperately to free itself of the obstinate length sunk halfway down it, yet Susan, focused and committed resisted the urge to pull back, drawing in deep breaths through her nose. After a minute or so, the coughs became less encompassing, with them only flaring up if Susan dared to move. As she kept still, her throat continued to tight suddenly, but she was able to control herself enough to not choke. With tears in her eyes, Susan held herself in place, letting spittle drip down her chin and onto her breasts, the girl not wanting to swallow it out of fear of incurring another sudden bout of spasming retches. Madam Hooch was pleasantly surprised by the girl's attempts, her hand resting gentle on Susan's head, patting it encouragingly. She was happy with the rhythmic bounces that Susan had built up, but this plunge into her throat was admittedly something else. Whilst her lips remained frozen in place, her throat relaxed and tightened sporadically and seemingly without warning, massaging and working her cock to delicious effect. Groaning happily, Madam Hooch held her orgasm back, not wanting to ruin this poignant moment of pride for Susan. After all, Madam Hooch remembered well her first furtive steps into the world of deepthroating cock and wanted to make sure that Susan could recall her experiences as fondly as the flying instructor could.

After a few minutes had passed, Susan tentatively moved her lips a little further down Madam Hooch's cock. She had swallowed around three quarters of the teacher's length in her first confident plunge, meaning that she only had a couple more inches left to get into her throat. As proud as she was of the steps taking thus far, a perverse sense of desire led her to wanting that final stretch. She had come this far after all. It would be almost embarrassing to not push herself that little bit further. As such, she gripped Madam Hooch's cock by the base, holding it steady. Forcing herself down, Susan coughed as she swallowed the next inch, managing to take it surprisingly easy. Having gotten used to have her throat filled, she was able to somewhat managed to final little bits without much effort. As such, she rolled her lips inch by inch, working through the occasional wild splutter and uncontrolled gag, her lips tightening and clenching as her throat was put to the test. Eventually, she had only one-inch left, with the woman's silvery crotch being so tantalisingly close. Breathing through her nose, Susan calmed herself, remaining as relaxed as possible as she could feel her throat bulging outwards. A part of her wanted to bring a hand up to her neck to trace the ridges of Madam Hooch's cock, yet she knew that would only result in more gags. Closing her eyes, she took one final deep breath before plunging her lips downwards, wrestling with the last few portions of Madam Hooch's cock, until finally, Susan was given that newfound feeling of immense satisfaction the moment her lips pressed gently against Madam Hooch's base, the older woman's heavy cum-laden balls swinging against her chin.

Before Susan could celebrate, her eyes flew wide open in sudden and inexplicable shock. A spasm ran along Madam Hooch's cock, one that set in motion the silver-haired woman's orgasm. Suddenly, several strands of pent-up cum erupted from the tip of her cock, flooding deep into Susan's untrained throat. Despite her efforts in swallowing the cock in the first place, she was not equipped to handle a deepthroat cum-shot. Her gagging fit resumed, with her throat spasming uncontrollably as she pulled her lips hurriedly back along the length. The shuddering of her throat only served to intensify the woman's orgasm, spilling more cum into her gullet. Coughing wildly as she pulled the cock out of her throat, Susan gasped as several final spurts landed on her face, one even slipping into her mouth and giving her a taste of the woman's seed. Breathless and exhausted, Susan was barely able to savour the taste. As much as she would have loved to have Madam Hooch cum in her mouth, she hated the feeling of cum being forced down her throat, splashing against her gullet. It made her gag even now. Flopping back against the bed, dishevelled and spent, Susan didn't even pass much thought towards her own orgasm. She had been so consumed by her personal endeavour to swallow Madam Hooch's cock that she had completely separated herself from the moment. It was only as her mind began to clear that she remembered where she was and the spells keeping them trapped in the room. Still too tired to move, Susan barely noticed as Madam Hooch rolled off of her, leaving saliva and cum splattered on her collar. On the verge of drifting off to sleep, Susan was stirred back awake by Madam Hooch lowering herself to her cock, eager and ready to return the favour.

Madam Hooch grabbed Susan's panties and peeled them downwards, exposing her modestly sized cock. It was nothing extraordinary, yet not to be scoffed at either. Lazily opening her eyes, Susan felt a jolt of energy as Madam Hooch enveloped her cock, swallowing half of it within seconds. Clenching her fists, Susan watched, enamoured as Madam Hooch eased her lips effortlessly down to the base of her cock, deepthroating it without thinking. Groaning in pleasure, Susan felt the woman's tongue wrapping tightly around her cock, lapping at her throbbing flesh even as it sat deep within the woman's throat. Slowly, Madam Hooch began to bob her head back and forth, impaling her throat time and time again without the slightest hint of a gag or splutter. Susan couldn't help but watch in awe, delighting in the subtle twists and tweaks that Madam Hooch provided In her delicious oral display. The way she twisted her hand to follow her lips downwards or tightened the purse of her lips as she drew them backwards and thus always ensured a neat glossy shimmer to her cock. It seemed that every aspect of Madam Hooch's deepthroat had some additional element of skill that Susan had lacked. What Susan thought was an exceptional achievement now seemed to pale in comparison to what true oral mastery looked like. Speeding up, Madam Hooch was able to glide her lips at such an intense and pleasurable speed. The slow stunted movements that Susan mustered were pitiful when compared to how easily Madam Hooch could gulp down Susan's cock, taking her right down to the base and lavishing her shaft with tongue movements. The pleasure was intense, and Susan could barely continue to hold her own against the increasingly intense waves of pleasure crashing against her body. Her balls were tightening as her cock seemed to spasming in response to each push of Madam Hooch's lips. It seemed the older woman knew exactly what she was doing and could measure Susan's orgasm right down to the second.

Moments before Susan erupted into orgasm, Madam Hooch slammed her lips right down to Susan's base, taking every last inch into her tight, well-trained throat. Using her tongue, she provided Susan with that last little push that carried the girl over the edge and into heavenly bliss. Cum poured from the end of her cock and flooded down Madam Hooch's throat, yet where Susan coughed and spluttered, the silver-haired teacher moaned greedily. Every last drop pumped itself deep into Madam Hooch's throat, yet she barely even reacted, only letting out muffled groans of delight as she drank down the girl's seed. Continuing to use her tongue in order to milk Susan dry, Madam Hooch drained the girl's balls of every dribble of cum. Only then did she pop her lips from the girl's softened cock and smiled at her handiwork. Using her thumb, she cleaned up her lips, wiping away the miniscule stray streaks of saliva and pre-cum, all before adjusting her panties back into place, strapping her bra back on, and checking her appearance in the mirror. All the while, Susan remained on her back, unable to understand where Madam Hooch got her energy from. She had felt winded after deepthroating Madam Hooch and felt in need of nap, whilst Madam Hooch could do that and cum herself without looking so much as worse for wear. Turning back to Susan, Madam Hooch smirked. Strutting over to the young girl, she planted a soft kiss on the redhead's forehead before turning to the door and striding confidently out, leaving Susan to a brief slumber. Even then, Susan was unable to drift of. Not now that her thoughts were growing more wild and unruly. Barely able to make sense of it, she rolled onto her side, her cock flopping heavily against her creamy thigh.

She had cum in two and half minutes. In contrast, she had spent almost half an hour sucking on Madam Hooch's cock. The difference between her talents and Susan's were seemingly endless, with what Susan considered to be exceptional, actually appearing pathetic in comparison to Madam Hooch. For the first time in Susan's life, she didn't look at Madam Hooch's excellent skills as an example of her own inadequacy, but rather as a benchmark that she would endeavour to meet. She couldn't help but laugh that it was something as perverse as a blowjob that finally brought her to this realisation. Despite feeling an urge to drift off to sleep, Susan resisted the allure. Rolling out of bed, she staggered on unsteady feet towards the ensuite. Cleaning her face and chest up, she adjusted her panties and checked herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flush, and she hardly had the same sultry allure as Madam Hooch. Even then, she couldn't help but run her thumb along her lips, cleaning them just as the teacher had done, though to less success. Giggling at that fact, Susan quickly finished with a towel and made her way to the now unlocked door. She wasn't going to get herself caught up on the fact that she wasn't as talented as someone else. She wasn't going to allow that niggling uncertainty in her mind prevail. If Madam Hooch could suck cock better than her, that didn't mean that she would throw in the towel and submit to the fact that was simply how things were meant to be. No. Susan intended to get better, marking the teacher as an unwitting rival in her perverse confidence boosting scheme. Breathing deeply, she turned and ventured deeper into the manor. This was a prime opportunity. A mansion full of stunningly attractive men and women, all sharing a perverse desire to engage in sexual delights. There was no better place in the world for Susan to take her next confident steps into the world of deepthroat and cock-sucking. Letting herself get lost in the corridors, Susan felt confident and assured that she would soon stumble upon another cock and another opportunity to train her throat into oral perfection.

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To say that Bellatrix Lestrange was relishing this opportunity would be a massive understatement. Frankly, the idea of peace talks was laughable, yet the means by which Apolline sought to unite them was just asking to be abused. A manor full of pliable Hogwarts students just begging for the firm hand of the Death Eaters to show them their true place in the world. The black-haired witch had been practically salivating as she eyed up the prospective candidates for her first salacious endeavour. Her cock had throbbing behind the tight thong she wore, the charm barely concealing just how horny she was. She eyed up Harry, Neville, The Weasley children with animalistic fervour, imagining all the compromising positions she could force them in, the crack of the whip as it lashed at their flesh, their grunts of pain as she rammed them in their tight worthless arses. Just thinking about it got pre-cum soaking through the dark lace of her underwear. So, when Apolline introduced the idea of tokens and pairing off at random, Bellatrix was almost giddy. She was going to be trapped in a room with a random partner, neither of them able to leave until they both came. That just sounded like an opportunity to dominate and claim someone completely. The prospect of having Harry Potter on his own in a private room, completely at her mercy and whim made her cock shudder. She thought about forcing herself to deny her orgasm, just so that she could savour the experience that extra bit longer, but ultimately decided that that was pointless if she could just lay her hands on a length of rope. So, with a spring in her step, she bounced through the opulent manor house, sidling along corridors in search of her designated room. With a vicious and pleasure-hungry smile, she pushed brazenly into the room, ready to bend over whomever was in there and completely and utterly dominate them. Yet as she entered the room, she froze in place.

Looking straight at her with a stern and unflinching grimace was none other that Professor McGonagall, the older teacher somehow managing to maintain an air of authority when clad in a skimpy nightdress, her lithe and slender frame almost entirely on display. The two women stared at one another, neither one flinching as the door behind Bellatrix sealed itself shut. In a matter of seconds, Bellatrix's intent to dominate and belittle shifted entirely. Of all the people in attendance, Professor Minerva McGonagall was perhaps one of the only ones she couldn't break to her whim. Doing her best to hide her disappointment, Bellatrix ultimately betrayed herself, with McGonagall noting the look on the Dark Witch's face. With a coy unassuming smile, Minerva spoke, "Miss Lestrange. What a pleasure to see you here."

"Oh, spare me," Bellatrix growled, staring piercingly into the spectacled eyes of the Professor, her heart sinking as she realised that this would not be going the way she had anticipated and wanted. Clenching her fists, she did everything in her power to maintain her sense of decorum, even in the seething gaze of the older witch.

"Not happy with me being your partner? I never would have guessed," McGonagall said, her words interlaced with venomous undertones. She made no secret of her displeasure towards Bellatrix. A perfect example of Dark Magic corrupting young. Even if Minerva had tried, she would never had gotten Bellatrix out of her family ways. And look where it had led her. Decked in leather and latex, her supple frame plumped up and accentuated for the Dark Lord's pleasure. A glorified sex-toy for Voldemort. The tattoos that curled across Bellatrix's shoulders contributed to the sickly Dark allure of the witch. She was attractive in her own way; even Minerva couldn't deny that. But it was a perverse, shiver-inducing allure.

"As if you are thrilled about this," Bellatrix retorted, her eyes briefly flashing across McGonagall's body. She was dressed in a loose-fitting nightie, that fell loose around her ass. Even in such a state of undress, McGonagall maintained her decorum. Even when her round, pert arse was so plainly on view beneath the low-cut curve of the garment, she took in her stride in such a way that commanded a strange attractive confidence. Had Bellatrix not been seething at the very sight of the woman, she may have called her a mature delight. However, in the current circumstances, she was pissed.

"Quite the contrary. I know what you would have done if you had one of my students in here. Frankly, I more than willing to subject myself to… you, so as to spare them the experience," McGonagall spat softly, her emphasis on the word 'you' acting a twisting dagger sent flying at Bellatrix. The dark witch took it in her stride, slowly advancing into the dining room, slowly sauntering around the large central table, across which McGonagall was stood, her chest puffed up and her eyes affixed on Bellatrix.

"All high and mighty. I'm sure your students would be just as sickened to find you waiting for them. I'm not exactly thrilled about having to fuck some hundred-year-old bony bint," Bellatrix snapped back, her crude insult barely grazing the older woman. In fact, McGonagall stifled a smirk, knowing that there would have been a handful of students who would actively relished being paired off with her. At least given their past experiences in eagerly wanting to engage sexually with her.

"And I'm not excited to fuck the Dark Lord's estranged sex-pet. But here we are," McGonagall retorted, no longer dressing her words up in polite disguises and instead returning the venomous vitriol of Bellatrix words. The Professor had very little patience for this and the reserved demeanour that she took to teaching with was completely lost when brought to force against Bellatrix

"You would be lucky to even lay your eyes upon the Dark Lord's majesty. You… you will be dragged before him and forced to prostrate yourself before him you worthless…" Bellatrix began, her screeching howls echoing around the room. She could only imagine how McGonagall's humiliation would play out. It would be unending. If only Bellatrix had her wand. If only she had the liberty. She would show McGonagall the true extent of the Dark Lord's ways and leave her bent and broken.

"Oh, spare me," Minerva interjected coldly, throwing Bellatrix's words back at her and silencing the woman's outburst. The two women were steadily circling the dining table, their eyes unflinching locked in a battle of stares. Silence fell between the two, both wanting to leap at one another tear the other's throat out.

"Ha-ha… The Dark Lord will break you and your pathetic school. You may think your students have escaped me today, but I will break each and every one of them. They will bend their knees and beg me to fuck them. And I…" Bellatrix began, her words increasing in intensity until she spat her final threat, "I will make you watch…"

"Provided the Dark Lord lets you off your leash long enough," McGonagall replied, those words sinking deep into Bellatrix, the Dark Witch infuriated to no end. The sharpness of McGonagall's words couldn't be overstated. Where Bellatrix was blunt and abrasive, McGonagall was pointedly thoughtful.

"Let's get this over with," Bellatrix growled, tightening her fists as she ground to a halt at the end of the table, allowing McGonagall to close the distance between the two of them, neither wanting to do this, but both understanding its necessity. As they stood beside one another, the primary issue arose in regard to the situation.

"I suppose there is the obvious issue at hand," McGonagall said, drawing attention to the fact that they obviously both bore an immense amount of pride. It was obvious to the Professor that Bellatrix, under no circumstances, was going to allow herself to be the one getting fucked. As such, Minerva was quick to realise that she would have to be the one to bite that bullet in as presentable and austere a manner as possible.

"Only the Dark Lord may fuck me in the ass. I will not humiliate myself by allowing you such an honour," Bellatrix said proudly, prompting Minerva to make a passing glance at Bellatrix's rather average looking arse. Making a point tor roll her eyes, McGonagall smirked as she commented.

"Honour? The Dark Lord's standards must be slipping. No wonder he keeps the Malfoys around," she smiled softly, making passing comment in regard to Narcissa's more curvaceous and feminine figure. At least in relation to Bellatrix. Not thinking the comment would have much of an effect, McGonagall was pleased to see Bellatrix tighten up, her fists clenching once more as her jaw ground back and forth, teeth on the verge of snapping.

"Is that you offering to bend over?" Bellatrix asked, burying her instinctual urge to rise to McGonagall's goading taunts. Despite trying to embody restraint, she ultimately couldn't help herself, and sharply added with a viscous growl and an unimaginative insult, "Then again, a woman your age might not bend back up."

"I have no issue in allowing you to, as you would so crudely describe, fuck me," McGonagall conceded with an authoritative composure, much to Bellatrix's frustration. There was no struggle in the woman. No hesitancy. It was bold confidence if anything and delivered with a countenance that made Bellatrix feel submissive. It was annoying. Furthermore, McGonagall was quick to add and further clarify the specifics, further dissolving Bellatrix's attempt at instilling her own personal power dynamic, "But I will not play into your perverse domineering by… bending over."

"Not a fan of doggy? I should have taken you for a missionary type of bore," Bellatrix laughed, her words falling on deaf ears as Professor McGonagall reached the end of her tether. Her playful back and forth interlaced with sharp insults came to firm halt as she turned to Bellatrix and with open and unflinching anger, snapped at the girl in the same way she would snap at a student misbehaving.

"Yes, indeed. I should blush in embarrassment for not being as imaginative a slut as you are," she growled firmly, sending shivers through Bellatrix's spine. Silence lingered in the room as the dark-haired wizard shrunk back a little, taken aback by the seething fury in the woman's words. The grinding of a chair against the marble floor broke the silence as McGonagall pulled a chair out from under the dining table and gave Bellatrix her instruction, "Now, sit down, Bella."

Breathing deeply, Bellatrix slowly and begrudgingly did as she was told, sidling over to the chair and sinking down into it, making herself comfortable, trying to exhibit as much control as possible, despite the domineering loom of McGonagall's presiding figure. Unable to allow the older witch to have the last word, Bellatrix turned to her and murmured coldly, "I'll make a note of ensuring that the Hogwarts curriculum will boast sex positions. I'll even allow students to practice on their favourite prude."

"How kind of you to offer yourself up like that," McGonagall said with a passive and unthinking sigh, having had enough of the woman's bullshit. It was all well and good to parrot the Dark Lord's teachings, but in a situation like this, where the Dark Lord's power was most strongly exhibited in Bellatrix's proclivity for black leather, her repetition made for little more than the equivalent of a child's tantrum. Silenced once again, Bellatrix sunk into the chair, trying to twist her inner interpretation of the situation. She was about to be serviced by McGonagall. She would just be laying back and getting pleasured. There was an inherent dominant factor in that, she told herself. Even as McGonagall went about her preparations with a commanding presence, Bellatrix tried desperately to shirk the feeling of being a disciplined child and clung to what little feeling of power she had.

Leaving Bellatrix in the chair, Professor McGonagall made her way over to the wooden cabinet in the corner of the room. Opening it, she procured a bottle of lube and tucked it in the cleavage of her nightie. Whilst her breasts weren't sizable enough to hold the bottle in place, the garment was enough to pin against her chest. Grabbing the hem of her panties, she unceremoniously dropped them to the ground, not caring about her cock now being exposed and flopping against her thigh. Even as Bellatrix smirked at the woman exposing herself, McGonagall didn't care. The fact that Bellatrix found the exposing of a cock to be embarrassing only served to instil McGonagall's opinion that her sense of sexual liberation and feelings of dominance were nothing, but a hollow shell brought upon by a desire to be better than others. Returning to Bellatrix, McGonagall plucked the bottle of lube from her cleavage and smeared a dollop on the finger. Reaching behind herself, she coated her asshole in the substance, massaging it liberally in as Bellatrix appeared on the verge of sniggering.

"Panties off, Bella," McGonagall ordered, watching as Bellatrix flinched slightly. Evidently, being called Bella was somewhat of a pet peeve for the woman. At least in this context. Admittedly, McGonagall was doing it to belittle her a little and reduce what small sense of power she might still hold in this situation.

"Don't… Don't call me Bella," Bellatrix growled, doing her best to make it sound like an order as opposed to the petty grievance of a petulant child. Her seething tone was lost on McGonagall who saw through it effortlessly. She had heard it all before. It was remarkable how when stripped of her wand, Bellatrix's dark magic schtick was whittled down to a child acting out of place.

"Panties. Off," McGonagall firmly reiterated, stopping her own movements and staring at Bellatrix, her eyes boring into the woman's skull. The unnerving statue-like stare was enough to break Bellatrix's defiance, prompting her to lift her hips up and pull her panties down. As her cock flopped free, she looked up at McGonagall proudly, silently boasting about her own impressive size. Once again, it had little effect on McGonagall, who simply tossed the bottle of lubricant at Bellatrix and told her to, "Lube yourself up."

"Why don't you do it? I don't mind going in dry," Bellatrix retorted, once again trying to reclaim some measure of power in this dynamic. In her mind, she was being clever. Surely, McGonagall wouldn't dare let someone thrust into her ass dry. Which meant that she would humiliate herself by lubing up the cock herself, shifting the power dynamic back into her favour. What Bellatrix didn't expect was for McGonagall to snap and completely shirk any attempt at remaining professional. Lunging at Bellatrix, the Professor latched her hand around the witch's throat, her fingers clamping down tightly and suddenly. Startled, Bellatrix flailed for a moment, grabbing at McGonagall's wrist, astounded at the woman's strength. Before Bella could do anything, McGonagall, in a low, hoarse voice, spoke.

"Lube it up, or I will force my cock down your throat and fuck those words out of your whore mouth," McGonagall growled, the fury in her voice palpable. It wasn't the anger of a frustrated teacher, but the genuine hatred of someone at the end of their tether. It instilled Bellatrix with a certain sense of fear. A strange fear given that despite slowly submitting to McGonagall, she wasn't going to be the one getting fucked. Strange as it was, she felt that unease even about McGonagall impaling herself on Bella's cock. That was how profound McGonagall's outburst. It made Bellatrix unnerved about anything that McGonagall was going to do, regardless of being measured as a dominant or submissive act.

The Professor's hand remained in place, not tightening or loosening. It was only when Bellatrix's hand dropped from McGonagall's and reached for the bottle of lube that the Professor pulled away, relaxing the tension in her hand. Dutifully drizzling lube over her cock, Bellatrix jerked herself to a glossy finish, making sure that she was sufficiently slickened to avoid any outbursts from Minera. Only when she was confident in her prep did she tentatively set the bottle to one side. Resting her hands at her side, she turned to the Professor, who straightened her back and stepped forwards. With speaking, Professor McGonagall slid her knees onto the large wooden chair, straddling Bellatrix as best as she could. Reaching down beneath her, she grabbed Bellatrix's cock by its base, angling it towards her own pert cheeks. Guiding her hand along the shaft, she eased the very tip of the woman's cock inside of herself, testing her admittedly tight ass for a few seconds, before confidently allowing the head to slip inside. Groaning softly, McGonagall reaffirmed her position, making herself as comfortable as possible, before turning to look at Bellatrix. The younger witch refused to return the stare, bowing her head almost embarrassedly, keeping her thin lips fastened together. Despite only the tip of her cock being pushed inside of McGonagall, Bellatrix felt a distinct shivers of pleasure run along the length of her cock; a shiver that would only prove to be the beginning of an intense experience. A part of her didn't want to enjoy this, whilst another part told her to revel in it. She was going to be balls-deep in Hogwarts Professor, ramming her cock hungrily into her tight arse. Yet, it felt like a humiliating defeat. A submission. She almost wished that she had agreed to be the bottom, yet she knew deep down that it would have played out the same, only it would be more humiliating. Even then, it felt particularly humiliating to be topping Professor McGonagall and still feel like the Professor's personal bitch. Every which way she looked at it resulted in her cheeks growing flush with embarrassment.

Without hesitation, Professor McGonagall began to inch herself downwards, slowly easing her tight asshole along Bellatrix's throbbing cock. Despite her age, she was rather deft when it came to anal. Whilst more often than not, she acted as a top, there were a number of occasions when the school gloryhole had resulted in her lithe, slender arse being pressed up against the small slit in the wall, a mystery student's delectable cock ramming itself hungrily into her hole. To her this was no different. She simply had the displeasure of knowing just who was going to be balls-deep in her ass. Sinking herself down half of Bellatrix's cock, McGonagall stifled a soft moan as the thick shaft pushed firmly against her prostate, drawing a few quivering bursts of pleasure out from the throbbing bulb of pleasure. Not wanting to give Bellatrix any form of satisfaction, McGonagall kept her lips tightly pursed, her experience hiding her satisfaction from the students who asked her to relieve them serving to keep her face ambivalent to any pleasure she was experiencing. The only thing that betrayed her own personal delight was her cock, which twitched against Bellatrix's stomach, the thick length resting squarely on her tender skin, pre-cum casually smearing across her belly. It didn't take long at all for McGonagall to sheathe the last couple inches inside of her, the pace at which she did so gave Bellatrix a moment of pause. It was certainly impressive to say the least, managing to take her cock like that. Most people grunted and wheezed as her cock filled them up, then again, they were often doing so under the duress of tight metal chains and uncomfortable leather lashings.

Not wanting to take any longer with this than was necessary, McGonagall almost immediately began to lift herself up, pulling her tight hole along the throbbing cock, working herself into a steady rhythmic pace. Her lips curled a little in pleasure, yet she betrayed very little upon her face, simply staring past Bellatrix, her hands resting on the back of the chair as she gently impaled her ass again and again. The passivity of McGonagall's movements was torturous to Bellatrix. Never in her life had she been balls deep in someone and not had some kind of reaction. Nothing. Not even a moan. Most of the time it was screeches and squeals, yet McGonagall didn't even flinch. Unwittingly, the Professor's silent movements further indentured Bellatrix in her uncertain feelings of inadequacy, her cock not being able to make a shrivelled prude like McGonagall even grunt. As such, the pleasure of Professor McGonagall's ass felt hollow. Even as Bellatrix twitched and spasmed deep inside of her clutching rear, she felt no real sense of satisfaction. There wasn't even a firm enough slapping of flesh to relish. The moans that escaped Bellatrix's lips felt like ones of weakness. If McGonagall wasn't moaning, why was she. She was a prime dominatrix, a commander of pleasure. When she fucked someone, they fucking moaned. It got beneath her skin, her cheeks growing hotter as the pleasure mounted higher and higher. Her cock twitched and spasmed wildly within McGonagall's ass, the tight, warmth of her clutching hole proving to be a scintillating delight. Moans escaped her lips, moans which she desperately tried to curb and silence, yet which proudly forced themselves out regardless. Staring up at McGonagall, she looked for any form of pleasure spasming across the crone's face, yet not even the slightest twitch of an eyebrow gave the woman away.

Bellatrix's hands grew restless, twitching and tapping against the arms of the chair. Sex for her was a powerful and carnal experience. It involved groping, pulling, spanking. It was physical and intense. Yet this… this was unremarkable. Slowly, Bellatrix lifted her hands to McGonagall's hips, resting them gently in place, savouring the warmth of the woman's skin. At this point, any sensation beyond the tepid build of what would prove to be a degrading orgasm was exciting to her. Glancing up at McGonagall's face, Bella almost looked for approval from the woman, not wanting to step too far beyond the Professor's boundaries. The unflinching silence on McGonagall's face gave Bellatrix the feeling that she was free to do as she pleased. Holding the older woman's hips, Bella began to lightly rock the woman back and forth, using her hands to follow McGonagall's already set rhythm. Each downward push drove Bellatrix wilder and wilder, until she began to thrust upwards, driving her hips to meet McGonagall's thrusts. Letting out a hoarse moan of satisfaction, Bellatrix relished the first burst of what felt like actual bliss, only to have McGonagall sharply tug it away from her. Slamming her hips suddenly downwards, McGonagall sent Bellatrix's chair creaking backwards, silence filling the room as Bella was forced firmly down into her chair. Staring pointedly at the black-haired witch, McGonagall grabbed Bellatrix's hands by the wrist and placed them purposefully back down beside her, staring furiously into Bella's eyes. Shrinking back into her place like a scared child, Bellatrix waited hungrily for the slow steady rhythm to begin building once more and for the meek pleasure that had suddenly ceased to return. Even if it wasn't nearly as satisfying as she wanted it to be, it was at least some form of pleasure. For a moment, McGonagall remained silently in place, all before resuming their fuck session.

This time, McGonagall took a faster approach, beginning to slam her hips downwards in service of a faster culmination. But even as she provided the intensity that Bellatrix had wanted, she maintained her coy ambivalence, only let out soft breaths and casual moans, the kind that were more befitting of a light handjob than a hardcore fuck. As such, the brief spike in pleasure that promised to bring about Bellatrix's orgasm quickly became equal as hollow, her hands twitching as her side as she felt a twisting urge to grab one of McGonagall's nipples and sharply twist it; just to get some kind of emotive reaction out of the bitch. Slowly, the steady smacking of flesh filled the room, with McGonagall's cock beginning to smack against Bellatrix's leather corset, smearing pre-cum across the shiny surface, adding to McGonagall's silent and stifled satisfaction. Thrust after thrust sent pleasure through both of their bodies, yet one was enjoying it infinitely more than the other. Despite being the one moaning and making the physical pleasure she was experiencing known, Bellatrix wanted this to be over desperately. Each twitch of her cock promised an oncoming orgasm, yet she felt that pleasure stifled more and more. Even as felt the urge to thrust upwards and make their scintillating embrace all the more satisfying, the firm reminder that McGonagall had left her with kept her frozen in place, unwilling to make any bolder crusades for pleasure. McGonagall could feel her orgasm on the horizon but wanted to hold of until Bellatrix came. Not out of some perverse and playful desire to ensure that her partner was satiated before herself, but rather to ensure that Bellatrix was reminded who was in charge. Not that the witch needed any reminding of that fact.

A few more thrusts as Bellatrix found herself quite at the end of her tether. She could feel her orgasm inching closer and instead of holding back and allowing the floodgate to build up the pleasure, she immediately relented, spilling a few meagre strands of cum into McGonagall's ass. They leaked pitifully into her hole, lacking the usual power and intensity of the woman's orgasm, and serving as a deflating end to what was an experience she desperately wanted to forget. Even as her cock began to gently soften, she felt McGonagall continuing to ride her, the woman finally letting out a grunt of pleasure as her cock erupted. Further rubbing salt into the wound, McGonagall's cock acted like a cannon, letting loose a large spray of cum that reached along Bellatrix's body, the very end of the strand landing across her lips, the woman shivering as it did so. Groaning contently, McGonagall let the last few drops pour onto Bellatrix's stomach before unceremoniously lifting her body up and freeing her ass from Bellatrix's length. The Death Eater's cock flopped against her thigh, a dribble of cum beading from her tip as she remained frozen in place. McGonagall wasted no time in gathering up her things, grabbing her pair of panties and cleaning herself up. Pulling the underwear back into place, she fixed herself up, smiling proudly to herself as she checked her face in the mirror. Turning, her face hardened as she saw Bellatrix still slumped in the chair, cum leaking over her body. It was quite the sight. A defeated, deflated, degraded Death Eater. Whilst McGonagall felt a measure of sympathy for the woman, having had her world turned on her head and her position of power completely shattered, McGonagall quickly brushed those thoughts aside and made her way swiftly towards the doorway, eager to leave her dark witch to herself.

"Pro… Professor?" Bellatrix breathed, stopping herself as she instinctively said the word. The fact that she referred to McGonagall in any professional way was telling, yet even she couldn't stop herself from bowing her head and blushing. Stopping by the doorway, the Professor turned back to the black-haired witch, smiling softly as she did so.

"Yes, Miss Lestrange?" McGonagall asked, noting how Bellatrix seemed to be fixed in place. Her hands lay limply by her side and she hadn't dared stand up from the chair that Minerva had instructed her. Like a disciplined child, she remained frozen in place, hesitant to step out of line.

"I'd appreciate it if this remained between the two of us," Bellatrix murmured softly, shame blossoming in her cheeks as she degraded herself with such a statement. Even now, she cowered in some capacity, shrinking beneath the older witch, keeping quiet.

"Is that a threat? Or a request?" McGonagall asked, knowing exactly what she was doing by asking for such a clarification. The red tinge in Bellatrix's cheeks grew more intense as she turned her head away, scowling as she was forced to deepen the humiliation.

"A request," Bellatrix forced out, her head turned the other way so that she didn't notice the coy smirk on McGonagall's face, the older woman savouring the power she had over the proud woman. A part of the Professor wanted to stay her and twist the dagger deeper into Bellatrix's side, to pluck whips and paddles from the cabinet in order to properly put the woman in her place. Yet, a wiser part of her told her that it would be fruitless. Bellatrix was a woman of domination. It would mean nothing to crack leather against her flesh. That was the language that the Lestrange spoke in. That was the world she knew and understood. It was far more effective, and more satisfying, to psychologically dominate the woman. To break her in ways that even she couldn't mimic. The shame Bellatrix felt was a result of that. And the defeated look on the woman's face, all in spite of the fact that she had topped McGonagall; that was a deeply satisfying sight to say the least.

"Of course. This will remain a secret," Professor McGonagall said with a warm smile. Reaching for the door, she stopped a moment to drink in the sight of Bellatrix knowing full well that the moment they both left this room, Bellatrix would return to her cruel, sexually dominant ways. As such, she felt it was not only poignant to commit the sight to memory, but also prudent to give Bellatrix one last reminder of what would be waiting for her if she acted upon any of her prior threats. If the message hadn't sunk in already, Professor McGonagall made sure that Bellatrix Lestrange knew and understood her fiercely protective nature, "Remember Bella. Threaten my students and not even the Dark Lord will be able to stop me from getting to you."

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"Oh… a Weasley… How, appropriate," Narcissa breathed softly, her back straightening as she watched the door, and her only hope of leaving, slowly swing shut after the youngest redheaded Weasley. The two remained frozen in place, eyeing each other up though not in a sexual way, rather attempting to size their partner up. Their half-naked bodies decked in lingerie held no sexuality to either of them. To both Ginny and Narcissa, all they saw was the other's trademark familial hair colour and all the associated distaste that came with it.

"A Malfoy. Great…" Ginny seethed, clenching her fists as she looked at the shapely blonde, seeing nothing but her shimmering hair and cold calculating stare. She was so consumed in staring at the older woman, that she was completely blind to the rest of the room. Of all the people in attendance, Ginny and Narcissa had lucked out in terms of their designated room. A woman as sexual as Apolline was undoubtedly going to have a room dedicated to such perversity. And the two of them were standing in it. Where all the other rooms had a quaint selection of sex toys and implements, this room boasted a bountiful horde of them, with the walls lined with dildos, whips and all manner of toys. The entire floor was padded and softened, turning the entire space into a suitable fuck-room. Yet, despite all that, the purpose of the room was explicitly clear. It wasn't just a sex room. It was a BDSM room. There were leather straps and fastenings attached to metal fittings in the roof, allowing for the suspending of a submissive in all manner of perverse positions. Sex-slings and other kinky contraptions were set up at the far end of the room, with racks and stocks for the restraining of people being stacked side by side as if they were as conventional as chairs. Eventually Ginny's eyes turned to the rest of the room, her face exhibiting a prolonged sense of shock before turning back to Narcissa, her lips tightening, "If you expect me to let you tie me and whatnot, you can think again!"

"Believe it or not, I bear you no ill will. Our families may despise one another, but I, myself, have no distaste for you," Narcissa spoke calmly, watching as Ginny's face screwed up in disbelief. It was almost laughable. The notion that a Malfoy didn't hold anything other than hatred towards the Weasleys.

"Really? I can think of a number of vicious things your husband and son have done against my…" Ginny scoffed, listing off in her mind everything that the Malfoy's had done to maliciously spite the Weasley family. Before she could continue, Narcissa interrupted.

"Let them revel in their playground politics. Believe me, I have no association with whatever farcical attempt to gain the Dark Lord's favour that Lucius decides to commit to. I wear his name only out necessity," Narcissa responded, somewhat frustrated by the insinuation that she bore any relation to the family that she chose to marry into. Shaking that thought from her mind, she softened her words and asked plainly, "Besides… Have I ever acted against you? Or your family?"

"Well… No…" Ginny began, realising that Narcissa played no direct part in any of the Malfoy endeavours. At least to the extent of her knowledge. That didn't change the fact that Narcissa still bore the Dark Mark. Her allegiance was still firmly poised against the Weasleys, "You're a Death Eater though. You serve Voldemort."

"Yes… I do," Narcissa began, her hand reaching to the tattoo coiled along her arm. Tracing the curves instinctively, she sighed gently before continuing, "There are some commitments that I am bound to. But that is not the point. Who I serve and what I do bear very little importance in the fact of the matter. That we are both here. Together."

"I suppose you're right. I…" Ginny conceded, doing her best to stifle any outgoing distaste she had for the platinum blonde woman in front of her. Silence fell between them for a moment before Ginny turned their attention boldly towards the obvious, "Well, if we're going to address the matter, what sort of stuff do you like sexually?"

"How forward of you. I approve," Narcissa smirked, enjoying Ginny's candid question. Whilst she thought there was nothing wrong with slow discovery through doing, there was something refreshing about simply clarifying lusts and desires upfront. It would certainly make for a more interesting time. Turning to the wall of whips and paddles, Narcissa smiled coyly, "I must say… This room is rather appropriate for my particular tastes."

"I already told you. I won't let you tie me up and use me," Ginny breathed in frustration, not wanting to be in anyway at the mercy of a Malfoy. The things that the Malfoys would do to any bound and naked Weasley sent shivers along Ginny's spine, yet in her hasty interpretation, she was ultimately misguided.

"I didn't say that, did I?" Narcissa chuckled, the smile on her lips more telling than anything. There was a gentle burgeoning blush in her cheeks. Not noticeable to Ginny unless she properly focussed, yet one that hinted at Narcissa's true fantasies. Plucking a leather crop from the rack, she flexed in her hand, relishing the feeling of the worn leather against the palm of her hand. Mirroring Ginny's initial candidness, Narcissa confessed, "In truth, I rather prefer the more submissive part of BDSM. Particularly the crack of a whip. A good paddling. Though, I hope I can say that in confidence. My… position of prestige requires a certain air of authority."

"I… I wouldn't have expected that. I mean… I always would have thought you'd have your husband under heel," Ginny said, always having received a dominant allure from Narcissa. She appeared like a woman who knew what she wanted and took it as she pleased. She lacked the outward animalism of her sister, but still had that commanding presence. Perhaps, in a way, Narcissa openness to discussing her submissive tendencies was in itself a dominant reflection of herself. It appeared more confident if anything. However, she turned rather sharply and suddenly towards Ginny at the mention of her husband.

"Please… I haven't let my husband touch me in any capacity, dominant or submissive, since Draco's conception. And I'd ask you don't sour the mood with such… implications," Narcissa seethed, almost snapping at Ginny. The Malfoys relationship was a complicated one. Born of necessity and hardly fostered in affection. As an outsider looking in, those words from Narcissa and the overall outgoing sexuality of the woman, gave Ginny distinct feelings of a cuckold relationship. Whether Lucius enjoyed his role was up in the air, but Narcissa certainly did to some extent. Turning back to the paddles and whips, Narcissa stared wistfully at them, speaking softly as she did so, "Perhaps it's exactly because of that reason. It's unexpected of me. An indulgence…"

"I'd be happy to help you indulge… In the spirit of Apolline's message of unity," Ginny smirked, being somewhat compelled by Narcissa's tastes. It was a refreshing reflection of her true self. It was strangely compelling and shed her in a sexual light where previously Narcissa fostered nothing but disdain in Ginny.

"Please, this event is a farce. A paper-thin excuse for her to fuck her way through the British Magical Scene without care or want of any repercussions," Narcissa laughed, setting the leather crop back in its place, her smile coiling wider the longer she thought on Apolline's plan.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Ginny added, finding the prospect of a sex-party bringing people together purely for the sexual delights of such a union wasn't a bad thing. It was glorious if anything. Whilst Ginny wasn't as cynical as Narcissa, she certainly didn't think it a bad thing.

"It most certainly is not. There is a reason why I am here and not my husband," Narcissa explained, thinking back to when the idea was brought before the Dark Lord. Lucius was intended to come and not her. She remembered what she did, how humiliating it felt. It was born out a desperation. A personal necessity to see this event in action. Even as she prostrated herself before the Dark Lord, she knew that in this case, such a demeaning act would be worth it. It was the only time she had… touched the Dark Lord. At least in a way her sister seemed to fond of. And as such, she replaced her husband in attendance. Turning to Ginny, Narcissa shivered as she said, "I begged to be here."

"Then… Shall we?" Ginny suggested, gesturing towards the centre of the room and a number of leather straps that were dangling there, designed to hold someone in a cross shape, their feet spread apart just the same as their arms, one strap lowered to fasten around the individual's neck.

"Whips and chains require trust. And trust goes two ways," Narcissa commented, hitting the nail on the head when it came to the frustration of her personal preference. There were very few people she trusted to dominate her. Very few that would either keep it a secret or not take advantage of the proud matriarch of one the Great Wizarding Families in such a compromising position.

"Do you trust me?" Ginny asked, the question almost causing her to erupt out in laughter. Trust. Between the two of them. Between a Malfoy and a Weasley. However, her understanding of trust was incredibly binary. The notion that they had to be an ally in order to be trusted. Narcissa, however, found sexual trust to be something completely different. And whilst she wouldn't trust Ginny with her deepest secrets, oddly, she did seem to trust her with the key to a proverbial set of handcuffs, and the tightness of a literal leather strap.

"Strangely, enough I do. Let's indulge away," Narcissa said, taking Ginny by surprise. The idea that Narcissa trusted her was weird. Very weird. Yet, she didn't want to stop the woman. Not in the slightest. Narcissa strode to the centre of the collection of leather straps, affirming her position before clarifying a few key elements, "If I say Bertie-Botts, I expect you to untie me. It's… It's been a while. My tolerance might not be as… high."

"Okay. Do you want to take your lingerie off first?" Ginny asked, her eyes only now lavishing in the emerald green bra and panties that so tightly hugged at Narcissa's stunningly plump figure. The black highlights only added to the woman's mature look. She wasn't old, yet had that air of experience about her. It was captivating.

"Take it off? Oh, come on. Where is your dominant flare? What is on can always be torn off," Narcissa laughed, watching Ginny's cheeks blush as she realised how plain her question actually was. Bowing her head, Ginny went about restraining Narcissa. Spreading her legs as far apart as she could comfortably go, Ginny went about fastening the leather straps, pulling them tight around her ankles and ensuring that the stretch that connected to the wall was taut. Next came her arms, with Ginny fastening them around her wrists before hoisting them out above her a forty-five-degree angle. Once again, when the lengths were taut and Narcissa was completely restrained, Ginny went about the final strap. Tying it around Narcissa's neck, Ginny pulled it taut, the leather strap serving more as a show-piece than an actual means of restraint. It was held just tight enough that Narcissa could feel it pinch yet didn't in any-way strangle or choke her. Marvelling in her handiwork, Ginny took a step back, all the while relishing the utter perfection of Narcissa's ass. It was like Apolline's, yet Narcissa boasted no sexually enhancing genes. It was a pure and natural a gloriously perfect ass could be. And to top it off, was framed by a tight green thong, the fabric seemingly disappearing between those heavenly globes. A part of Ginny wanted to rip them off and smother herself, yet she held back, knowing that Narcissa expected some degree of domination. Trying to appear as dominant as she could, Ginny immediately faltered by meekly asking.

"Is it too tight?" Ginny asked, wondering if she had tied the knots to tightly. Wriggling a little, Narcissa tested the bindings give, finding them to be pleasantly perfect. To the extent that she couldn't help but think that this wasn't Ginny's first time. Although, she would have been mistaken on that front.

"Not at all. Just right," Narcissa replied, a little croakily as a result of the tight collar pinching into her neck. Staring straight ahead, she could only imagine what Ginny was up to behind her. It was that thought that got her cock tingling and twitching in front of her, begging to be unleashed from its lacy prison.

"Good. Good…" Ginny murmured, standing there, unmoving. Unsure what she was supposed to actually do, Ginny calmed herself and told herself repeatedly; that was the point. She could do whatever she wanted. Narcissa was under her control. Completely and utterly at her disposal. A rush of excitement ran through the redhead's body as her uncertainty was swiftly replaced with overwhelming options. In the end, it all came down to one specific thing. If she had to choose anything to focus on, it would be Narcissa Malfoy's ass. Dropping down to her knees behind the blonde, Ginny sunk her hands into each round globe, prying them apart, relishing just how thin her panties were. The stretch of fabric carving between her cheeks was barely wide enough to cover her asshole, with the wrinkled edges teasingly winking from beneath the garment. Squeezing and fondling each cheek, Ginny pulled at her flesh so firmly that red hand-prints quickly formed in her sensitive cheeks. Biting her lip, Ginny grew bolder, lightly spanking the woman's ass. The crack of her hand wasn't enough to actually sting, but instead caused her cheeks to jiggle and bounce, their springiness captivating Ginny to no end. Each time they fell still, she couldn't resist spanking them once again, causing them to shake wildly once more. However, over time, Ginny hungered for more. And more would require the choice removal of Narcissa's panties.

Grabbing Narcissa's panties by the waist, Ginny repositioned them, pulling them back into place after being skewed by her fondling. With the garment perfectly framing her delectable rear, Ginny then inched the waistband higher. Slowly, but surely, she pulled the panties upwards, inching the fabric between Narcissa's ass cheeks. Wincing, Narcissa felt her panties pinch firmly between her ass, the underwear becoming tighter and tighter with each gentle pull upwards. The panties caught on her cock, squeezing it until it popped out, the fabric sawing painfully between her cheeks. It was painful, but not agonising. A healthy and delightful burn that accentuated the pleasure she would soon come to feel. It took a little effort and few firmer tugs from Ginny, but eventually the seams of the lacy underwear began to tear. With one final tug, the panties ripped in two, suddenly being pulled away from Narcissa's body, a tattered half clutched in Ginny's hand. The other hand dropped to the ground, the relief that came following the intense pressure causing a moan to escape Narcissa's lips. Breathing gently, Narcissa fell in love with the burn. That scintillating burn. It was that burn and the mellow relief that followed that utterly captivated her. It was why she loved being spanked. It was why she couldn't wait for what was to come. Peeling the blonde's cheeks apart, Ginny saw her ass crack was alight, her once creamy flesh turned a low pink. Running her hand along the tender skin, Ginny briefly rekindled the burn with her touch, causing Narcissa to push onto her tip-toes and breath sharply inwards. With a smirk, Ginny set her eyes on what she wanted next. Walking over to the wall of whips, Ginny made a show of plucking that same leather crop that Narcissa had held in her hands before, returning to the blonde's rear with intent and a passionately perverse purpose.

Running it gently across Narcissa's ass, Ginny relished the subtle shiver that ran through the blonde's body, the older woman biting her lip in anticipation. Lifting the whip, Ginny brought it down firmly against her ass, the leather tip cracking sharply against her ass cheek. Breathing sharply inwards, Narcissa lurched forwards, her lips parting in an expression of ecstasy. As she shifted back onto the flats of her feet, she felt the line streaking across her pale flesh, the cold air of the room dancing across the burning skin. Suddenly, a second strike lashed against her other ass cheek, the impact sending a jiggle rushing through her flesh. Grunting in pleasurable pain, Narcissa wished she could see the striking red lines burning across her ass. Ginny was delighting in them, remarking silently about how perfect Narcissa's ass was for spanking. Whipping her ass once again, Ginny continued to alternate, swapping back and forth between each heavenly cheek, labouring time and time again, bringing a health mesh of red streaks carving across Narcissa's skin. To the blonde's delight, Ginny wasn't all too good at wielding a whip. It was a talent that required skill and precision. As such, each lashing wasn't as painful as it could be. Narcissa remembered the searing welts that arose whenever Bellatrix whipped her and couldn't help but prefer Ginny's gentler touch. Her skin was still burning and singing with each firm strike, but it wasn't agonising torture. It quickly mellowed out into a gentle, subtle thrum, her ass soft and tender to the touch. Starting to aim for the portions of her ass that she hadn't landed against, Ginny resolved to tender the entirety of the blonde's ass a ripe, red colour. Her arse was beginning to glow a soft pink, each strike of the whip serving to reignite the flesh in a searing red tone, yet it didn't linger for lone, becoming reclaimed by her natural creamy paleness.

Soon enough, Ginny discarded the whip, lifting her hand and bringing it cracking down against Narcissa's ass. Yelping as a wide portion of her sensitive ass was struck, Narcissa had to bury the smile that wanted to stretch across her lips. The burn was intoxicating. Even the way her ass cheeks rippled only served to tease her tender skin. Ginny was revelling in that bounce. That shake. That endless shake. It seemed each spank caused her ass to bounce for an age, jiggling uncontrollably. Alternating her spanks, Ginny let loose a sharp series of repeated spanks, layering them one after the other, the sharp smacking of her hand against pliable flesh filling the room. Steadying her position, Narcissa resisted the urge to shift forwards in response to each spank, instead remaining firm, providing Ginny with enough of a backward push to drive her hand forward against. A part of Narcissa wanted Ginny to unclasp her bra and allow her breasts to bounce in equally delightful ways, yet another part delighted in the lack of freedom she had to do it herself. Her cock was throbbing hard and thick between her legs, pre-cum dripping down onto the floor, splattering against the cushioned surface. Being unable to touch herself, to jerk and stroke her length, was unendingly torturous and as such infinitely pleasurable on her part. Groaning in frustration, she revelled, pulling firmly against her bonds, letting the leather bite into her wrists and ankles; all of it contributing to that scintillatingly perfect burn that she had fallen so infinitely in love with. She had even begun to arch her back, pushing her already round and plump ass outwards, providing an even clearer and more accessible target for Ginny's increasingly intense and frequent smacks. The room was a delicious symphony of cracking flesh; a delight both of them enjoyed in equal measure.

Whilst there was nothing quite as satisfying as the feeling of skin against skin, the sting was starting to reverberate back through Ginny's hand, the impact taking its toll on her wrist. However, the redhead wasn't quite ready to sacrifice that sumptuous bounce that had enchanted her for the past fifteen minutes. Crossing to the wall, Ginny grabbed a flat wooden paddle, getting used to the weight of the object as she turned back to Narcissa. Pulling the implement back, she brought it blistering down on Narcissa's rear end to great effect. The smacking sound was intense, claiming silence from Narcissa's lips for a moment as she struggled to adjust. Ginny found the sight of her ass shaking to be even more enjoyable from the paddle, prompting her to strike again and again, swinging harder and faster, the rhythmic strikes filling the air, Narcissa's moans and gasps struggling to keep up. To say Ginny had become consumed in the heat of the moment was quite the understatement as she watched the reddened flesh bouncing wildly beneath each momentous strike. Working up a little sweat, Ginny paused to admire her handiwork, running her hand across Narcissa's ass, silently marvelling at the lingering heat that rubbed against her own hand. With a smirk, Ginny sunk her hand firmly into Narcissa's ass cheek, savouring the wince of slight from Narcissa that followed. Stepping back, she resumed her paddling, taking slower and shorter bursts, simply using the paddle to upset the balance of Narcissa's ass cheeks, interrupting the mellower aspect that she so distinctly enjoyed about the spanking. That didn't stop Ginny from reeling back and loosing another firm and powerful paddle-strike, the hit glancing against Narcissa's flesh with a scintillating smack, Narcissa grunting sharply as her body suddenly lurched forwards, her back arching as she relished the cold rush of air that soared across her supple ass. As she steadied herself however, it became clear that she had reached her limit. Much to her own frustration and dismay, she found herself interrupting Ginny's next paddle strike with their safe-word.

"Bertie-Botts! Bertie-Botts! Bertie…" Narcissa squealed suddenly, her words trailing off as her ragged breathing overtook them. Mid-swing, Ginny let the paddle fall limply in her hand, her spanking haze turning immediately to measured concern.

"You okay? You want let down?" Ginny asked, dropping the paddle to the ground and taking a step forward, reaching up to the fastenings on Narcissa's arms, beginning to loosen them when Narcissa stopped her, her words shaky and uneven.

"No, no… I mean, yes, I'm okay. I… I think that's my limit with the spanking… Merlin's Beard, I used to take so much more! And for much longer… I've lost my touch…" Narcissa breathed, pulling against her bonds in a moment of personal frustration, all before clearing her head and returning to the issue at hand, "Besides the point. Don't let me down… We still need orgasms if we're eventually going to get out of this room…"

"Eventually…" Ginny smirked, lowering her hands from the knots. As she said that word, she had a flash of inspiration. Stepping forwards, she drove her crotch firmly against Narcissa' burning cheeks, her hairy crotch igniting like fire against her tenderised flesh. Reaching a hand around Narcissa's throat, Ginny turned the blonde's head side-ways, her lips resting against the Malfoy's cheek as she purred firmly in her ear, a salacious grin stretched wide across her lips, "I'll be the one to decide when that is…"

"Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way…" Narcissa moaned. The sound escaping her lips was like no other. It was a deep, primal groan. A sound of intense pleasure that Narcissa hadn't uttered for years. It swept up on her and took her by surprise, ultimately prompting a series of soft and tender moans to follow, her mind consumed by the pleasure haze, prompting her to gently murmur, "Mistress…"

The shiver of excitement that ran through Ginny's body as a result of that single word couldn't be understated. Breathing hoarsely into Narcissa's ear, Ginny wasted no time in reaching down between them and grabbing her cock. A quick pump of her hand smeared the copious amounts of pre-cum at her tip along her cock, providing ample lubricant for what was to come. Angling her cock between those juicy cheeks, Ginny savoured the push between her plump globes, shifting herself back and forth until she felt the tight entrance of the blonde. Continuing forwards, Ginny found her hole not as tight as she first anticipated, with the woman's puckered entrance easily peeling apart and allowing the head of Ginny's cock into her clutching depths. Both of them moaned in unison at that initial plunge, with their cocks throbbing closer to orgasm than either of them anticipated. Thrusting forwards, Ginny carved her cock effortlessly into Narcissa's ass, easily bottoming out within a matter of seconds, her bristled wiry pubic hair grinding sharply against Narcissa's pink, rosy ass. Groaning at the sensation, Narcissa pushed her ass backwards, committing wholeheartedly to her momentary mistress, eager to have the redhead's cock buried as far and as deep inside of her as was humanly possible. Feeling her heavy cum-laden balls smacking against her ass, Narcissa waited for Ginny to fuck her properly. Not wanting to keep her fuck-pet waiting, Ginny drew her hips back and launched into a series of sharp impactful thrusts. Pulling her cock out of Narcissa's ass, Ginny thrust forward slowly and purposefully, waiting till she had only couple inches remaining before slamming forwards, burying herself as deep inside of Narcissa as suddenly as possible. The pleasure was immense for Narcissa, with her ass acting as a perverse means to accentuate the pleasure of having her prostate ground to dust beneath Ginny's surprisingly thick cock. Completely at the redhead's mercy, Narcissa could do nothing to temper the pace of the girl's thrusts. Completely unable to spur her faster or lull her slower, Narcissa could only submit. And she relished that feeling intensely.

Pounding into Narcissa fast and deeper, Ginny let a flurry of her own moans fill the room, the girl pulling away from Narcissa just a little so as to see the woman's ass bouncing as a result of each thrust of her cock. Even if she wasn't watching, she would have still felt that delectable bounce as her flesh rippled against her crotch. Hammering religiously away, Ginny pushed closer and faster towards her own orgasm, eagerly crushing Narcissa's prostate and milking the woman for all the pleasure possible. Narcissa happily allowed her hole to be used in such a manner, readily pushing her ass back so as to give Ginny as much access as was possible. Still, Narcissa longed to have her breasts freed and her nipples teased with. Each one was already standing hard and prominent atop her equally well-formed breasts, the thin fabric of her lacy bra doing very little to disguise the obvious arousal. Ginny wrapped an arm around Narcissa's waist, pulling the woman suddenly and sharply backwards, her cock sinking deep into the woman's arse, eliciting a growl of intense approval from the older woman. Short of Ginny tugging on her hair and sharply pinching her nipples, she was in pure ecstasy; ecstasy she had not felt for years in her life. Rolling her eyes closed, Narcissa thought to lose herself in a fantasy, picture wistfully someone else behind her, yet her wildest fantasies struggled in every capacity to picture someone more erotically satisfying that Ginny Weasley. The perverse idea of one of her family's mortal enemies driving their cock into her ass, pounding her hard and without pause as she stood restrained and bound; it gave her no short amount of intense pleasure.

Neither Ginny nor Narcissa wanted to wait for their orgasms. In fact, as Narcissa's cock bounced and flailed in front of her, she actively resolved to not waste a single second in holding back her orgasm. Each thrust sent pleasure pouring along the fat length of her cock, her tip spilling pre-cum happily out of her shaft, trickling down and splattering onto the floor. It was to the extent that the moment she started cumming, it all looked much the same, with only the true intensity of the sensation being known to Narcissa. Her cock spasmed wildly in front of her, sending a thick jet of cum spurting from her tip, the substance splashing across the floor. The next couple of thrusts from Ginny served to send even more cum pouring form her once heavy balls, strand after strand landing in streaks across the soft floor. Ginny felt the woman's ass tighten, yet didn't think once that she was cumming. Given her own orgasm was on the horizon, Ginny was focussed on that personal relief. Pumping vigorously away, Ginny savoured each thrust, her cock being pushed consistently closer and closer to exploding into passionate intensity. The moment she felt her cock on the verge, she pulled out of Narcissa's ass, using her cheeks to push herself over that final hurdle. Cum poured from her cock, landing squarely on the blonde's ass, both agitating and soothing her sensitive flesh. Strand after spurt landed across the woman's rosy cheeks, with Ginny happily draining herself dry. Breathless and satiated, Ginny staggered backwards, revelling in the lingering moans that escaped Narcissa's lips. Despite having cum, both women glanced over at the now unlocked door with a degree of hesitancy. Neither knew how far this reached and whether their shared pleasure last beyond their obligation. It was ultimately Ginny who made the decision, as was befitting of a Mistress. Walking around to Narcissa's front, she grabbed the woman's bra and tore it effortlessly in two, throwing the tattered cups to the side, her fingers clasping firmly onto Narcissa's nipples, discovering the woman's second most sensitive BDSM perversion; all to a flurry of eager submissive moans.

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Stepping swiftly out of the room, Apolline shivered as she adjusted her skewed underwear. As the door swung shut behind her, she practically swept into a swift sprint, racing as far away from the confines of that oppressive room as possible. As scintillating a prospect as the experience was in her mind, in practice, she failed the get the luck of the draw. Regardless, she wasted no time in returning to the large opulent main hall, grabbing a glass of champagne and quickly downing it as a means to refresh herself. Clearing her mind, she turned towards the clock, her heart half-sinking and half-leaping. On one hand -the sour one- she had spent just shy of an hour with that insufferable buffoon of a woman. But on the second hand -the intensely provocative one-, in just under an hour, not a single person had returned to the main hall. Which could mean one of two things. One, everyone was taking their sweet time and It was just her who didn't luck out, meaning that manor was filled with a number of erotic and scintillating sexual experiences. The mere thought alone was titillating. The second option was that everyone had already arrived at their climax and instead of returning to get on with peace talks had either opted to stay with their partner or went in search of some other sexual opportunity within the manor. Which meant that the manor was also filled with a number of erotic and scintillating sexual experiences. Finishing her champagne, Apolline hesitated by the large bell that was to rung to signal everyone to return. She hesitated for a moment before laughing the idea off. A manor full of sex or a boring excuse of a peace talk? The option was clear. Eager to make up for her disappointing beginning, Apolline strode confidently into the manor, eager to find a new and riveting experience to bask and revel in. And hopefully in the process, a moderately decent orgasm to supersede the meagre offering that Millicent provided.

Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoyed that mammoth of a story. I hadn't intended it to be this long, but I got carried away. Regardless, it is what it is. Don't forget to go and vote in the poll for which pairing gets a full-length one-shot written about them. I honestly cannot pick a favourite and I think that the random number generator put in some sterling effort and created some pairings I would never have thought of.

Early next year, I will be uploading the re-written draft two of 'Items of Aphrodomina'. When that is uploaded, I will be resuming regular uploads of the sequel. So, stay tuned for that. There will be plenty of new content with draft two, so don't worry about it just being superficial.

Finally, thanks for an amazing year. I know I've been a little stingy with uploads, but as you can imagine, 2020 was not great year. So, it was always nice receiving reviews and inquiries about the stories, even if I am an absolute mare when it comes to replying to them. I hope that my stories have in any small way made 2020 more enjoyable, even if for a brief moment. Here's to 2021 being moderately better and just as, if not more, stuffed with salacious, scintillating smutty goodness!