Chapter Six - Fuckslave
Ron was almost bouncing on the way back up from the dungeons. The fact that his studying had paid off was all he wanted to talk about, but the others wanted to talk about Malfoy. Of course, Ron and Hermione knew that Harry had spoken privately with Draco before the class, but there was no way either of them would say anything. Hermione would just ask him later about what happened and Ron was too pleased with his marked progress to care about it right now.
As most of the same class had Care of Magical Creatures next, the majority walked back up to the entrance hall and made toward the grounds. When Harry stopped and the others walked ahead, Hermione looked at him questioningly, but he told her he had to meet someone briefly and would meet her there.
Once they were all out of view, Harry turned on the spot and went straight into the nearby broom closet, lit the torch and waited patiently for a few minutes. Sure enough, there was soon a single knock on the thick oak door before it creaked open and Romilda slipped inside.
"Good class?" Harry said genially, ignoring the deep blooming on her cheeks when she realised he was already there.
"Yes," Romilda said quietly, "But it was cold without…well, you know."
"Yes, sir," Harry corrected, his emerald eyes boring into her.
Romilda visibly shuddered.
"Yes, sir," she near-whispered.
"That was just a taster, Miss Vane. Do you still wish to go ahead? Be aware I'm going to push you. Say the word and this will stop."
"No, let's… let's continue…sir," Romilda responded, her voice quivering.
He loomed over her, leaning with one hand planted over her shoulder on the wall behind her, his face close to hers.
"You're a nasty little slut, aren't you Romilda?"
"Y-yes sir." she stuttered.
Reaching up with his other hand he ran his thumb across her lips.
"Today, you're going to be my nasty little slut, aren't you?" he said.
Romilda nodded enthusiastically.
"Remove all of your clothes," he said, seriously, standing up straight again. There was no volume, but there was no doubt it was an order.
"Now?" Romilda said, eyes wide, "But there's not enough time now."
"I'm aware," Harry replied snidely, "Do as I say."
Nodding, she immediately removed her robes, then her skirt, then her tights, then her blouse. Being already without underwear she soon stood before him naked, her nubile body only illuminated by the torchlight. Her body, while very short and skinny, had a very shapely set of breasts, of a good size and her light brown nipples were already erect, standing at attention. In the near darkness, he couldn't make out much else past her taut stomach, apart from a glimpse of curly brown pubic hair. He stood and stared at her, the near-public nature of the situation and her sheer vulnerability before him caused moisture to build between her legs.
"You have very nice tits, slut," Harry said, stroking a finger across a pebbled nipple.
"Thank you, sir," she replied, biting her lip.
All at once Harry pushed her into the wall by her throat, slightly knocking the wind out of her, and without allowing her a chance to recover or releasing his tight grip, he kissed her fiercely before releasing her and stuffing all her clothing apart from her robes and shoes into her bag.
"Put your robes back on, slut, and I'd button them up to the top," he commanded, roughly throwing the black fabric back at her like it disgusted him, "And meet me after lunch. Class starts at two so you better be back in here by half one."
"Y-yes sir." Romilda stuttered. He didn't need to touch her pussy to tell just how wound up Romilda was at that second, the furthered knowledge of her wants and needs given through his Siren powers at that kiss, told him all that he needed to know.
"Do not be late," Harry commanded finally, and not waiting for her to finish buttoning herself up, he left the broom closet to go to Hagrid's class.
Their Care of Magical Creatures lesson that day turned out to be much the same as it had been in recent weeks, they just needed to feed and look after the Blast-Ended Skrewts. It was good to see Hagrid though, who didn't say much directly to Harry during class but shook his head in amused disbelief at him several times in a way that conveyed a message of, 'There you go again, Harry, getting yourself knee deep in mischief'.
Harry was reasonably hungry on his way back to the castle with the others, looking forward to lunch, but he was more interested in the day's events with Romilda. Having tended to Hagrid's Skrewts for weeks now, Harry could look after him and Ron's Skrewt rather absentmindedly and instead focus on cooking up a plan. The group chatted as they trekked back up through the grounds, trying to keep their spirits up through the wintry wind. The main topic of conversation was how big Hagrid's makeshift monsters were getting and how they would be getting dangerous soon.
"I can't help it though," said Lavender, who'd nearly jumped out of her skin in the class when one of the Skrewts' behinds had burst into flame and the beast had propelled itself past her, "They make me jump every time."
"At least it's warm when they do go off though," said Seamus, huddling in a trio with Ron and Dean, "I'm so cold my nipples could cut glass."
"Eww, no one wants to know what your nipples are like, Finnegan," called Millicent from ahead of them, to laughs from the Slytherins.
Harry, at Hermione's side, hung back slightly behind the group and naturally Hermione followed suit. Reasoning they could talk privately with the howling wind if he kept quiet, he said in a low volume, "I'd have loved to have known what your nipples are like, but someone left the party too soon."
He couldn't tell if a blush or the frigid weather caused the reddening of her cheeks, but after a few moments, she replied, "You had plenty of fun with Lavender."
He pondered how to answer for a moment.
"I did, but I don't dream about fucking, or having Lavender as my girlfriend," he said.
That stunned Hermione to silence and they didn't say another word to each other on the way up to the castle or even during lunch.
He caught a glimpse of Romilda eating rather quickly when he got there and wondered whether she'd be eating any faster if she knew what he had planned. His chosen spot at the table for lunch that day ended up being next to Lee and opposite the Weasley twins. If the flurry of letters Harry had received that morning was an indicator that he may have gone too far when he claimed to have met the Goddess of Magic, it really brought it home when Lee told him that he'd heard that there were forty or fifty people outside the Hogwarts gates wanting to speak to the Prophet of Magic and that Dumbledore had ordered the DMLE to the school, requesting a dispersal order.
On a lighter note, he found out Fred and George were having a lot of trouble with Rita Skeeter. The older reporter had been following them everywhere flirting heavily with both of them, asking them if they'd like to 'Dip their quills into her inkpot', or where she could meet them to show them 'A real double page spread'. Harry was pleased she hadn't told them that he was the one that had caused this, but intended to soon find Rita again to make sure she didn't do just that as soon as possible.
Just as he finished his dinner, he checked his watch. Twenty-five past. Good. There was plenty of time to get back to the broom cupboard off the Entrance Hall.
Dutifully, she was already there waiting for him, wringing her hands excitedly when he walked in. After silencing and locking the door for good measure, he turned on the spot to face her.
Neither said anything for nearly half a minute, the tension in the little room palpable as they stared at one another.
"Well," Harry said quietly, "Why are you still dressed?'
Romilda said nothing in return, but instead raised her trembling hands to the toggles and buttons on her robes and quickly unfastened them, before dropping them to the floor behind her.
"You will say nothing until I ask you a direct question," Harry commanded, "Nod if you understand."
With a nervous swallow, the pretty little witch nodded hastily, before staring back at him once more with anticipation.
"On your knees," Harry commanded and she dutifully did so.
"Now, my little slut," Harry said, speaking slowly and clearly as he began to remove his outer robes, "You have one opportunity at this. If you want me to ruin you, to treat you like a whore, then you're going to need to act like one."
The robes fell to the floor and he continued as he started working on the buckle of his belt.
"I'm going to pull out my cock, Romilda, and then you are going to suck it. This blowjob must be the sloppiest, the most enthusiastic, most incredible blowjob you will ever give because if not, after this, you will get nothing."
While he was talking, Harry saw one of her hands move between her legs, and her breathing quickened.
"If you do as I ask, after this evening's feast you will do one last thing for me, and then…Then I will pound your little pussy, without mercy, until you come so hard that I ruin you for all other men, forever. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she said breathily, her chest already heaving.
"Good," Harry said. He reached into his boxers and released his rock-hard cock before her and he smirked at her gasp at his more than generous endowment. Finally, he commanded, "Show me what you want."
Her hand was around his thick shaft in less than a second but her mouth didn't immediately follow suit. Instead, she hocked up a big ball of saliva and spat it all over his cock's head, but she wasn't going to use her hand to rub it in. That was instantly proven to be her mouth's job as she took Harry between her lips with gusto, sucking him as far into the back of her throat as she could until her eyes watered and then trailed the flat of her tongue up the back of his shaft as she sucked her way audibly back to the head.
Harry threw his head back with a groan, but she didn't let up and went straight back down for another go, rubbing the admittedly smaller remaining part of his cock that remained untouched. Again and again, her head bobbed up and down as she slurped her mouth around his knob. The fact that Harry could see her rapidly rubbing her clit only made it better as soon she was moaning along him, the vibrations only enhancing the pleasure.
"Fucking hell, Romilda," Harry said breathily, "You're an excellent little cocksucker aren't you?"
Dutifully, without a word, she removed her mouth and nodding with a very sexy smile she licked up his shaft before expertly enveloping him again.
Harry's mind was spinning, there was no way he expected her to be this good, or for her moaning along his length to add another level entirely, but as she masterfully worked him in her mouth, he realised his time was almost up.
"You know, slut," Harry half moaned, "You deserve a reward, are you ready for it?"
"Mhm," she hummed. In anticipation, he could see her frigging herself faster and faster. The upturned corners of her eyes betrayed that while she moaned around him, she knew just how well she was doing, but Harry also knew that right then she wanted nothing more than for him to wipe that smile off her face.
Less than ten seconds later, the time was now, and he took the opportunity. Grabbing her roughly by her ponytail, he pushed himself all the way to the back of her throat and held her there while he fired shot after shot of his seed into her mouth. Her immediate, eye-widening shock, swiftly turned into a loud, muffled, vibrating moan as her legs trembled and she too came, her hands working as expertly on herself as her mouth did on Harry.
He pulled out and she gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed and eyeliner running.
Harry took a moment to compose himself, but both of them could tell that when he said, "That was acceptable," it was an understatement. She smirked at him but still said nothing and Harry felt a flutter in his stomach at the anticipation for the next part of his plan.
"You may now speak, whore, but only as answers to my questions," Harry said, "Do you own a vibrator?"
"Yes," she said quietly, her legs still trembling.
"Magical or muggle?"
Of course, it was unlikely she'd bring a muggle toy to Hogwarts with the way magic interfered with electronics, but he wanted to be sure.
"Magical."
"Good. Now listen to me very carefully. When you finish class at four, you're gonna go straight to the dorm bathrooms, shower, shave your legs, pits and pussy and put on your best makeup. Then, simply put your robes back on before leaving the bathroom. You'll then fetch your vibrator and meet me outside my room at precisely five fifteen, forty-five minutes before the feast. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Off you go."
He could've gone first but decided he needed a second for the weakness in his legs to recover. She'd well and truly drained him, scratch that, she'd sucked the life out of him, but apart from his incredible discovery that Romilda Vane was a cock-sucking savant, that she'd drained him of his load was a good thing, he'd be able to go for longer later. Now he just needed to wait for her to do as he'd requested.
Charms class was dull. They were working on the summoning charm, something that Harry had already mastered for the first task of the tournament, so after the usual lecture and getting points for being the first one to cast it correctly he simply relaxed for the rest of the session. The only real highlight was when he whispered to Hermione that it was cute when she chewed her lip like that when she was concentrating, which subsequently stopped her concentration altogether.0
After class finished at three-thirty, he marched straight up to his room, set his watch on his desk and diligently got started on his charms homework while keeping an eye on the time. When his watch hit precisely five ten pm, he cleared the desk, made his way down the spiral staircase and opened the portrait door to find Romilda standing patiently waiting.
The makeup she'd added was precisely what he'd hoped for. Her large, plump lips were painted a sinful red and she wore thick eyeliner and mascara on her large doe eyes.
"Come in," he said, carefully guarding his expression as he let her pass.
"Wow, this room is lovely," Romilda said in her thick cockney accent as she took in Harry's chambers and then turned to face him.
"It is," Harry said. "Did you bring what I asked?"
From a small linen tote bag at her side, Romilda pulled out a long cardboard box.
"Set it down there."
Her legs feeling like jelly, she placed it on the desk.
"Dobby," Harry called.
The eccentric little house elf popped into the room out of nowhere, immediately bouncing on his tiptoes.
"Harry Potter, sir," the hyperactive elf said, his eyes wide with excitement, "Dobby is being so pleased you be calling for hims. How can Dobby helps?"
"I'd like a large tray of food from the kitchens please, can you set it on the table?" Harry asked, his tone friendly and upbeat.
"Right away, Mister Harry Potter, sir," Dobby replied, and less than a minute later a large tray filled with a variety of items from the upcoming feast rested on the table next to the long cardboard box.
"Eat," Harry commanded, pulling out the desk chair.
"Are you not joining me?" asked Romilda as she sat down and started to fill a plate.
"No, I won't be eating til I've worked up an appetite, I'm gonna take a shower," he answered with a smirk.
"O-oh okay," replied Romilda, blushing.
Harry heard the clink of plates and cutlery as he went into the bathroom before taking a quick shower. He dried himself off with a fluffy towel but didn't bother getting dressed again. Instead, naked, he walked back into the room, placed his folded clothes onto his bed, stepped over to Romilda's side and deftly picked up the long cardboard box. At the sight of Harry's big swinging dick next to her side, Romilda's fork froze on its way to her mouth.
"Did I tell you to stop eating?" Harry asked, raising an irritated eyebrow at her.
"N-no sir," Romilda stuttered, blushing as she hastily got back to her meal while Harry sat on his bed to open the box.
As expected, Harry pulled out a medium-sized, bright pink magical vibrator and a small booklet of parchment of instructions. After taking a few minutes to read the booklet he was pleased, it had just the kinds of settings he'd hoped. She jumped as he tapped his wand on it a few times, and it buzzed loudly for a moment as he set the vibration settings up.
"Are you nearly finished?" Harry asked, impatiently.
"I'm done, sir," Romilda said quietly.
"Good," Harry replied, "Come here."
Romilda got up from the table and stepped in front of where he was sitting at the end of the bed.
"Strip."
The robes came off, and once again Romilda's small, perky body was revealed to him in much better lighting. He was pleased to see that her pussy was now completely shaved and as he felt himself grow hard, he saw Romilda's eyes flick down towards it.
He got up from the bed and stepped around her, but she didn't turn.
"Get on your hands and knees, and rest your head on the edge of the bed."
Shakily, she did so, and in her new position he got a look at her almost outrageously small-looking pussy
"Last chance, slut," he said, kneeling behind her, "Are you sure you want this?"
She was already breathing heavily in anticipation, and said, "Fuck yes."
"Good," Harry said, his wand in one hand and the vibrator in the other. With one wave of his wand, he placed a sticking charm on her hands and knees, planting her to the floor.
"What are you doing?" she asked in alarm, turning her head towards him.
"Patience, slut," Harry barked and then planted the vibrator between her legs, pointed his wand at the toy and cast 'Engorgio', channelling his magic into it so that the height of it would entirely cover her quim. After a bit of adjusting and a bit more of his magic, he then stuck the flat base toy to the floor and the head of it to her glistening vulva.
Eyes wide, she looked around again in shock, "Harry, what the fuck are you - ohhh."
Romilda's words were cut off by a short moan as Harry finally tapped his wand and started the programme he'd set into the toy.
"I told you there was one other task for you, didn't I, slut?" he said, standing up and reaching out for his clothes on the bed, "Well here it is. In two minutes your little toy will vibrate for two seconds, then again in one minute fifty, then forty, then so on.'
He smirked as he took in her bewildered expression and gave one of her hanging breasts a quick squeeze before putting on his shirt and robes.
"Wh-what happens at zero?" she stammered.
"I guess there'll be no gap between the buzzes at all, will there? Now all that magic has made me work up quite an appetite, so I'm going to the feast."
"WHAT?! You're just gonna leave me like this?" she exclaimed.
"Of course not," Harry said kindly, before taking his Gryffindor tie and blindfolding her, "I'm going to leave you like that. See you in an hour. Oh and by the way, if you need to stop it because you aren't enough of a slut to get railed by me, the safe word is the word that usually comes before 'incantatem'."
Romilda seemed to get a bit of bravado now, her inner Gryffindor coming through.
"I can take it. I will take it. All of it." she smiled through gritted teeth.
"We'll see," Harry replied before she heard him rummage about in his trunk before sweeping from the room.
It was rather difficult to walk and sit down at the Gryffindor table with a raging, 9-inch hard-on, but Harry managed it. He'd needed to stick his pockets and pull his robes away from him so it wouldn't be noticed on the way in and he reckoned he'd just about gotten away with it as he loaded his plate with chicken.
The chatter was of course now centred around Draco Malfoy, who still hadn't returned to classes. Harry was glad he'd set his punishment to last just for the day, apart from having to call Snape 'mummy' of course.
Ginny, placing a hand on his thigh and whispering to request an invitation to his room didn't do anything to help his erection, and if not for the sure-to-be-meaning Romilda in his room, he certainly would've taken her up on the offer. Instead, he whispered back that he had a late meeting with Dumbledore that night, that she should visit him in the morning as early as she wished and gave her the password to his room. Beaming, she agreed and while looking away and talking to Alicia to the right of her, she gave Harry's cock a hard squeeze.
For a moment, she was pleased that her suggestion had given her crush such an immediately solid boner, but the sudden grasp of her hand made Harry jump, his leg jerking violently and making him bash his knee off the underside of the table. If the loud bang and sudden clinking of the cutlery on the table hadn't startled and drawn the attention of those around them, Harry's painful shout of 'Motherfucker!' certainly did. Ginny hid her stifled giggle behind her hands as Hermione and then McGonagall from the staff table chided him for his language.
With a glare at Ginny, Harry quickly finished his meal, happy for the other Gryffindors to think he was in a grump. In truth, he was just thinking about his little slut upstairs and really could be bothered with any more inane questions about any future announcements that accompanied each meal these days.
Without another word he got up from the table, not noticing Hermione's confused expression and left the hall.
"Is Harry okay?" she asked once he'd gone.
"Yeah, I think so," Ginny said, "Got a meeting with Dumbledore."
"But Dumbledore's right there," Hermione said, nodding her head towards the happily scoffing headmaster.
"I dunno then, you know what he's like at the minute, he's got a lot on." Ginny shrugged in reply.
This seemed to satisfy Hermione, at least Ginny thought so, but behind her neutral nodding expression, Hermione wasn't sure. Harry hadn't really spoken to Hermione all day, but when he had, it had only been to flirt with her, something that had excited her but also shocked her. He'd definitely changed, and that whole thing with Malfoy, what had Harry done to him? She wasn't sure what was going on with her best friend right now, but she was sure as hell gonna find out.
To say Harry was horny was an understatement as he approached the Nemean Lion portrait after the feast. Realising he hadn't just been winding Romilda up all day, but also himself, he grinned. Now, he would find out what kind of a state she was in. He knocked three times, cast silencing charms on his shoes and began to climb the spiral staircase.
Romilda's high, reedy moans were audible all the way from the bottom of the stairs and by halfway up, he could make out the constant buzzing of the vibrator working its merciless magic upon her. As he completed the final spiral, her naked, crouching form came into view. Her diminutive little body was glistening with sweat and her constant moaning and arching of her back told him she was about to hit yet another of an untold number of orgasms.
Under the cloak, as quietly as he could, he put his wand in his teeth, unbuttoned his robes, unfastened his trousers and pulled out his cock before silently making his way towards her. Then, he knelt, lining his cock up with the exact spot the vibrator was working on her, and removed the wand from his teeth. Tapping the toy with his wand, the vibration stopped and it unstuck from the floor. After placing his wand on the mattress next to the still-blindfolded Romilda, he removed the toy from between her legs to reveal that her previously perfect little pussy was now engorged, soaking and waiting for him.
"Ha-Harry?" Romilda called, still panting.
He gave no indication that it was indeed him for a moment, but resting the length of his cock in the crack of her ass, he leaned forward and caressed her breasts. Then as she moaned and arched her back, he slid his hands across her stomach and then around her hips, resting his thumbs on the small dimples of Venus on her lower back.
"Who does your body belong to?" he asked quietly, pulling off the tie blindfold.
"You," she breathed, trying in vain to arch her back enough so Harry's cock would slot inside her. Bringing his hand down, he elicited a breathy moan by sliding his middle finger once in and out of her sodden pussy.
"Who does your cunt belong to?" he asked, slightly louder.
"You," Romilda replied, "Oh God's please!"
He reached his hand forward again and plunged his juices-soaked finger into her mouth, which she sucked gratefully before he pulled it out.
"Who does this mouth belong to?" he asked.
"You."
He slowly pushed the same finger into her pristine, tightest ring, making her gasp.
"And when you have earned it, who does this asshole belong to?"
"You," she replied breathily, goose pimples popping up on her flesh, "Harry, sir, please!"
A loud crack sounded in the room as he slapped the right cheek of her ass hard, and she moaned. Louder now, he asked, "Who will never speak to me unless it's an emergency or we are alone, and be my personal slut, to be at my beck and call whenever I please?
"Me," she said, almost whining.
Another loud crack on the other cheek, making her moan.
"And if you see me click my fingers, who will be in that broom cupboard after lunch, sucking my cock?"
"M-Me," she whined and then arched her back as he scraped his fingernails down it.
"And if I wear no tie to a meal, who will be outside this room waiting at 8 pm that night?"
"Me," she cried out.
Leaning forward again, he pulled her long brown hair, and growled into her ear as he teased her pussy with his other hand, "Who is my dirty, personal fuckslave?"
"Me! Please!" she said, forcefully gyrating her ass along his shaft.
Without changing position, he asked again, "Who will always do her utmost to please her master?
"It's me, sir," she called out loudly now, "Me!"
He wrapped a hand firmly around her neck and asked, "And when we fuck, who is going to tell me exactly what she needs?"
"Me, it's me, please!"
With a grunt of satisfaction, he stood back up again, rubbing the large head of his cock across her wet folds.
"Tell me, Romilda,' he commanded, "Tell me who you are, and what you need."
"I'm yours, Harry, please, fuck me!" she begged, "Please! Fill your little fuckslave's pussy with your big fat fucking cock!"
"Good girl.'
Roughly grasping her slim waist, Harry slammed his cock into her pussy, jerking her torso forward. Romilda cried out loudly at the first thrust, but the Siren King retreated his cock as quickly as he entered, before railing into her again and again. Instantly overwhelmed by his relentless thrusts, Romilda came hard, her primal scream interrupted only by the sheer force by which her bull plunged himself inside her.
"AH-AH-AH-AH-AH! FUCK YES! FUCK ME-EE-EE-EE-EE-EAH-AH-AH!"
Harry was truly in the moment, lost in Romilda's slutty little body, her pussy delightfully wet and tight as he took her again and again. Another hard spank reignited her fading orgasm to roll into another one, and he grasped a tuft of her hair once more and jerked it backwards, never losing pace for a second.
"HA-HARRY STOP A SE-" she cried out after another minute of his cocks relentless assault and Harry froze, still buried deep in her core.
"Stop a second," she panted, "Your balls keep hitting my clit. It was amazing to start but now it's too sensitive and hurts."
Tilting his head, he asked, "Are you done?"
"Fuck no," she looked back at him with a saucy smirk, "But please cancel the sticking charms, sir."
Without question, Harry picked up his wand from the mattress and cast finite incantatem. Immediately, Romilda stood up, turned and unbuttoned Harry's shirt, kissing the skin of his chest as it was revealed. Then, she stepped backwards, sat on the edge of the bed with her feet placed on the floor and then in one swift movement, in a demonstration of incredible flexibility laid back and kicked up her legs in a wide split. Her freshly fucked pussy was on display, its gape closing fast and Harry looked up from the erotic view she'd given him to her face.
She smirked and reached between her legs, and while she used her fingers to spread her labia, looking him dead in the eyes, the flexible slender brunette gave him a slow, sultry blink before saying, "Use me."
With a mutual smirk at each other's antics, Harry stepped forward and placed his cock at her entrance before slowly sliding in. Harry's pleasured exhale was hit with Romilda's moan as she moved her legs to rest upon his shoulders.
"Slow to start, please sir, you're so fucking deep," she said.
Yet, through his Siren powers, he knew that this was a test of their relationship, of his dominance. She needed him to use her, to degrade her. Reaching forward, he placed his hand around her throat, not squeezing, but resting the heel of his hand on her collarbone to pin her down.
"No," he said lowly, pulled back and pushed back in hard making her moan loudly.
"Yes, that's it," she moaned as he pounded her pussy at a steady pace, but with hard thrusts, "Fucking fill me."
Her perky tits bounced spectacularly with each thrust and her moans got progressively louder as he picked up speed.
"You're mine," he growled at her, ignoring the lewd squelching sounds from her pussy as he drilled into her. He could tell she was fast coming and yet, she was not yet over the edge.
"Who, do you belong to?" he shouted as she frantically pinched her nipples.
"Ahh, ahh, you, ahh, sir."
"That's fucking right," he said, slapping her around the face. She moaned again and dazedly looked at him dead in the eyes, daring him to do it again, but he didn't. He wasn't going to Mark her, if he just slapped her again she wouldn't come just yet, his Siren powers told him so. They were on track to come together, and that would mark her with the powers Naga gave him. She was not that into him, romantically that is, she would never want to be, so instead he spat right in her face, which took on a wide shocked expression at the insult. Immediately she came undone, her legs shuddered around him as she came, her high moans turning into a scream and he felt her squirt all over his legs.
"YEEESSS HARRY, THATS AHHHH IIIIT. USEMEUSEAAHHMMEEE."
He fucked all the way til her orgasm was done, but they could both tell he was getting close as well. As she started to come down from her climax, his thrusts were becoming stronger, yet less coordinated.
"Do it master, ahh, come inside me," she asked.
This was it, he was about to hit his limit, but he wasn't going to let the last moments of this be him following her command. A few seconds before he was about to climax, he growled, "No," and groaned as he pulled himself out, rubbing himself fiercely as he shot rope after rope of his spunk all over her pretty face and neck.
Romilda collapsed onto her back and Harry stumbled onto the bed to lay at the side of her. They lay there for several minutes just catching her breath before Romilda popped off to the loo to clean Harry's glaze off her face.
"Harry," she said, dazed and panting, "That was -"
"Brilliant," Harry interrupted, "If I'd have known you could get your legs behind your ears…"
"What would you have done?" she asked, turning her head to him and smirking, her face still covered with spunk.
"You might find out next time," he said, "Remember the rules? Follow them and this can happen again."
Getting the hint, Romilda sat up and started to put on her robes.
"Fuck, I'm sore, how the hell am I gonna walk upstairs?!" she said, bending down to get her footwear.
"Sounds like a you problem," Harry said dismissively, "And I'm keeping the toy, only I will get you off from now on."
"Fine," Romilda shrugged, putting on her shoes.
"Next time, it's going in your other hole at the same time."
Romilda shuddered and walked limply to the spiral staircase.