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She was tall, almost as tall as Harry Potter. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves that shimmered under the fluorescent lights. High cheekbones and full, pouty lips gave her the look of a movie star. Her pale, white skin was smooth and creamy. But it was her eyes that captivated him—emerald green and sparkling with a sly humor. If he didn't know better, he might have sworn she was a Weasley, but there was no Weasley girl of this age; she could have been Ginny if she hadn't died in the Chamber of Secrets in their second year at Hogwarts.
The woman moved out from behind the desk with a feline grace. She wore a tight dress that revealed more than it concealed. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, highlighting her deep cleavage and narrow waist. The hem barely covered her butt, showing off her long, shapely legs. Like a runway model, her hips swayed seductively as she approached him.
"I'm Ginny," she said in a low, breathy voice. The name was another similarity. "Let me show you to your room."
"I... I'm not staying," Harry managed to say. "I told your father. I'm just about to leave."
"You can't leave," she insisted. "On such a cold night? When it's pouring rain outside? No, you must stay the night. I insist."
As Ginny drew closer to him, Harry inhaled her scent. It was an intoxicating mix of jasmine and musk that seemed to fill the entire room. It was heady, and he had an urge to bury his face in her red hair and breathe her in.
But there was something else in her scent that was unsettling. There was a hint of sulfur, like the smell of burning matches. It was subtle but detectable.
"You look exhausted," she said, standing so close he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. "You desperately need sleep. Driving the truck in this state would be dangerous."
"I am tired," Harry admitted.
"Of course you are," Ginny smiled. "As I said, I have the perfect room for you."
"I'm not sure..."
"Do you like my dress? You can't take your eyes off it."
She slowly twirled for him, her dress swirling around her sensual body. Harry shifted uncomfortably as his cock stiffened against his thigh.
"You look incredible," he said. "But a bit overdressed for working in a motel."
"This is my home, my domain. I wear what I want. But I'm glad you like my dress... though I know you'd prefer to see me naked."
Harry blinked, surprised, seeing the smile on Ginny's face. Though she was beautiful, there was something menacing in the way she looked at him. It was obvious she was playing some kind of game with him. He didn't like it. A chill spread through his gut as he straightened up and looked down at her.
"You're a bit arrogant, aren't you? We just met, and you're already talking to me like that? That's some nerve, missy."
She shrugged, her smile widening. "Am I wrong? I saw your eyes crawling over my tits and ass. You want to fuck me, don't you, Harry? And your cock is hard as a rock. If I'm wrong, tell me."
Harry took a step back. "How do you know my name?"
"You told my father."
"No, I didn't."
She rolled her eyes. "Of course you did. How else would I know? You're more tired than you realize."
Harry rubbed his mouth, trying to recall the conversation with the old man. Did he tell him his name? Maybe he did. Maybe he really was more tired than he thought.
"Let me take you to your room," Ginny said soothingly. "It's the best we have. You'll sleep like a baby, I promise. I'll even tuck you in."
Harry felt a sudden wave of exhaustion. Getting back into the truck and searching for another motel now seemed too difficult. He needed rest. Ginny's offer was too good to pass up.
"Alright, I'll take the room. Lead the way."
"Wonderful!" she said, beaming. "But first, I have a suggestion."
She reached out her hand. In her palm was a dead spider. Harry recoiled, pushing it away.
"What the hell!"
"It's just a spider," Ginny giggled. "I had it in my pocket for a while."
"Christ! Why are you showing it to me?"
"Because I think you should eat it," she said softly. "Put it in your mouth like a grape and chew it slowly. It's better than caviar, sweeter than chocolate. C'est délicieux, c'est merveilleux. You'll love it, darling. Eat it."
Harry looked down at the spider. It was actually quite pretty. Its shiny black body, curled legs. It looked delicious. He reached out, eager to taste such a delicacy. Snap out of it, Harry!
His hand froze in mid-air. What was he thinking? Eating a dead spider? Why the hell would he do that? Harry looked back up at Ginny's beautiful face. She was watching him intently, her full lips pressed into a bloodless slit. It must have been a trick of the light, but her green eyes seemed to turn dark red as she stared at him. A shiver ran through him. Ginny reminded him of a snake about to strike its prey. Had she cast a curse? That wasn't possible; years as an Auror had left him with a sixth sense for incoming curses.
"I'm not eating that," he hissed. "Fuck you."
For a moment, Ginny looked so shocked that Harry almost laughed out loud. Her astonishment quickly passed, replaced by a dazzling smile of pure delight. "Oh, wonderful!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands and letting the spider fall to the floor. "Je suis tellement excitée!"
"I don't speak French," Harry growled.
"Never mind, never mind! I know many languages, and you will too. Tu es si fort!"
"What does that mean?"
"It means you are strong. You cannot be swayed or commanded. That's very rare, especially in a man. Such a powerful will!"
"So it was a joke?"
"Yes, a joke! That's what it was. And you provided the perfect punchline."
Her excitement was contagious, and Harry found himself smiling. Moments earlier, he had been furious and disgusted. Now he shared Ginny's joy as his cock throbbed, straining against his jeans.
What's happening? Did you pass out in the truck? Is this some kind of dream?
Harry's doubts melted away as Ginny turned and beckoned him. She opened a door behind the counter that he hadn't noticed before. As if in a trance, Harry followed her, his eyes fixed on her ass swaying under the short dress.
They walked down a long hallway. Harry couldn't understand how such a corridor could fit into the structure of the motel. Was there an extension hidden at the back? It didn't matter. As Harry quickly discovered, the Mirage Motel was a place like no other.
Ginny stopped at the door at the end of the hallway. Unlike the other rooms, this door had no number, peephole, or card reader. Instead, there was only an old-fashioned handle and a keyhole above it. She pulled out an ornate brass key and handed it to Harry Potter.
"Open the door and enter of your own free will," she urged him.
Standing so close to Ginny in the hallway, feeling her warmth and inhaling her scent, was hypnotic. Harry could have stood there all night, just gazing into Ginny's green eyes.
"Harry," she smiled. "Open the door."
Breaking his gaze, Harry slid the key into the lock and turned it. A loud metallic clank echoed. He grabbed the handle and twisted it, opening the door.
"Enter of your own free will," Ginny repeated.
He hesitated for a moment. The room's interior was pitch black. He couldn't see anything beyond the threshold. It was like stepping into a void.
Harry looked back at Ginny. She watched him with the same intensity as before, but this time, there was pure desire in her gaze. She desperately wanted him to enter the room. The slight smile on her lips promised that wonders awaited him inside.
"Kiss me first," Harry demanded, his desire making him bold.
Ginny licked her lips, a slow caress that made his cock ache. For a moment, it looked as if her tongue was forked. He blinked, and her tongue returned to normal, warm, wet, and so inviting.
"I can't touch you," she said regretfully. "Not yet."
"Why not?"
"Because there are certain rules, Harry."
"You don't strike me as someone who plays by the rules, Ginny."
"There are some rules that can never be broken," she said. "I can explain everything in time."
"If I enter that room?"
"If you enter," she nodded. "Your choice."
Harry looked at Ginny, admiring her stunning beauty. Like a brass key fitting into a door, something unlocked within him. He stepped into the room.
For a moment, he was in complete darkness and felt a penetrating cold. He had a terrifying sense that there were things in the dark, huge things with teeth and claws, silently circling him.
Then he blinked, and the room lit up around him. It was a simple motel room with basic furnishings. A bed and a desk filled the small space, with a compact bathroom by the entrance. Except for the lack of windows or a TV, it could be any generic room found in motels across the country.
"This is your best room?" Harry asked, disappointed.
"It depends on how you look at it," Ginny said, walking past him. "It will serve you well."
"No windows?"
"You don't need windows here," Ginny assured him. "You're hungry, right?"
"Now that you mention it, yes. I'm starving."
"How fortunate that we have steak for dinner."
Ginny walked to the desk and lifted the cover from a platter. Harry hadn't noticed it when he entered. How could he have missed it?
The platter held several dishes: a perfectly grilled New York steak, roasted potatoes, green beans, a slice of apple pie, and a can of his favorite beer.
Harry's stomach rumbled, and his mouth watered. He approached and stood over the desk, admiring the feast prepared for him. It was perfect, except...
"What is it?" Ginny asked, noticing his frown.
"Nothing. I just love eating steaks with Worcestershire sauce."
"But there's Worcestershire sauce, Harry. Look again."
He looked back at the platter. Next to the steak was a bottle of his favorite Worcestershire sauce.
"That wasn't there before," he muttered.
"Of course it was, darling. You're just tired."
The earlier cold returned, freezing his insides. He placed the cover back on the plate, his appetite waning. He looked at Ginny, his eyes wary.
"Who are you really?" he asked quietly. "What is this place?"
Ginny smiled. "A sanctuary. A haven. A place to shed your burdens. The Mirage Motel is all that and more, Harry."
"And who are you?"
Ginny stepped closer to him, so close they were almost touching. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and pull her close, but his hands stayed at his sides, as if bound by invisible ropes.
"You will know me," she whispered. "In time, you will see the gifts I offer."
"I don't understand what that means."
"All in good time, darling. For now, I require payment for entering this room."
"Payment?"
"Your seed. Freely given."
"Seed? Blood and seed? That's what the plaque above the reception said. What does it mean?"
"Blood to bind, seed to nourish."
"I don't understand."
She leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear. "It doesn't matter. Right now, I can feel the cum in your balls, Harry. I can hear it bubbling inside you, hot, thick, and creamy. Feed me, darling. Make the first payment."
"How? I can't touch you."
"You can touch yourself," she murmured. "And I can give you some motivation."
Ginny stepped back, her eyes never leaving his, as she slowly unzipped her dress. The fabric parted, revealing her body, as perfect as he had imagined. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to her feet.
She stood before him completely naked. Her pale skin was flawless like marble. Her breasts were full and round, with small pink nipples that hardened under his gaze. Her waist was narrow, leading to wide hips and a full, round ass. A small tuft of red hair covered her mound, glistening with dew.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked in a low, sultry voice.
"Fuck, yes, I like what I see," Harry replied, somehow understanding her words.
"Montre-moi ta bite, chérie."
Harry quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. It was hard and thick, the head purple and swollen. Precum glistened at the tip. He began stroking it slowly, savoring the feel of his hand on the shaft.
Ginny ran her hands up and down her body, teasing her nipples and rubbing slowly around her clit.
"Turn around," Harry said. "Bend over. Show me your pussy."
Ginny did as he asked, leaning over the bed, her back to him. She reached behind and spread her cheeks, revealing her pussy and tight pink asshole. She slipped a finger into her wet slit, moaning softly.
"Fuck, that's beautiful," Harry said, his strokes becoming faster.
"I want you in my pussy," she panted. "Stretch me with that thick cock, balls deep in my hole, Harry. Fuck me like a slut, make me your fucking pig, and turn my cunt into your dirty cum dump."
Her words drove Harry Potter mad. He could hear the wet sounds of her fingers slipping in and out of herself, mingling with the sound of his hand on his cock. The scent of her sex filled the room, musky and sweet.
Desire had been building in Harry ever since he first laid eyes on Ginny. It didn't take long before he was ready to come.
"I'm about to come," he warned her.
Ginny quickly knelt in front of him, her hands forming fists. He groaned as he felt the orgasm build, his balls tightening. Watching her lick her lips pushed him over the edge. With one final stroke, he came, and his cum spurted onto Ginny's waiting hands.
She looked up at him, her eyes shining with desire. Slowly, she brought her hands to her mouth, licking the pearly strands of cum from her fingers. She swallowed it, savoring every drop. Her tongue darted out, reaching for stray drops of semen on her lips.
"Harry," she moaned. "You taste so good."
"Is this what you wanted?" he panted.
"Yes. No summoning, no ritual, just desire. You are still free, my beloved."
"Ritual? Free? I don't understand."
"You will understand. I promise."
Harry sank heavily onto the bed, completely spent. Ginny stood over him. Somehow, she seemed even taller than before. He watched through narrowed eyes as Ginny slid her dress back on. She no longer covered her crotch; her ass and pussy were still exposed.
"Eat and rest," she told him. "The night is long, and the darkness deep. Dream well, my love."
Ginny left him, the front door closing behind her. Harry lay alone, staring at the empty ceiling, his body still pulsing. Her intoxicating scent lingered in the room, musk and lilacs with a hint of sulfur.
"Ginny," he whispered, savoring the taste of her name on his lips.
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