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Harry Potter's eyes wandered from the cauldron in front of him, the potion within bubbling an unassuming shade of mint green. The lecture droned on, Snape's nasal tones echoing through the dungeon classroom. Harry's mind was elsewhere, the words of his textbook swimming together into an indecipherable blur. His gaze shifted to the Marauder's Map, which he had slyly unfolded beneath the desk. The tiny, moving dots signaled the whereabouts of his fellow students and teachers. His heart quickened as he searched for the perfect opportunity to escape the monotony of class.
A dot labeled 'Parvati Patil' caught his eye, lingering in an empty bathroom. Harry's thoughts took a sultry turn as he recalled the hidden nooks and crannies of Hogwarts. The castle had been his home for years, and he knew it like the back of his hand. He'd had his fair share of secret trysts, but something about the idea of finding Parvati in such a solitary place made his pulse race. He waited for the moment when Snape's attention was fully absorbed by a particularly thick-headed student before making his move. With a silent swish of his wand, he concocted a simple Sleeping Draught and sent it floating towards the back of the room, where it would be undetected until the next class. Even if he wouldn't get in trouble, it was still fun too pretend like he was sneaking around, after all. Grabbing the map and leaving his bag beside Hermione and Ron, he simply walked his way out the door.
The corridors were empty and eerily quiet as he made his way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. His footsteps echoed on the cold stone floor, punctuating the silence. Harry's palms grew damp with anticipation as he approached the out-of-bounds area. The ghost's wails grew louder, a macabre soundtrack to his clandestine mission. The tapestry that covered the entrance to the prefects' bathroom swung aside, revealing the grimy tiles and ancient fixtures.
He checked the Marauder's Map again, confirming that Parvati was still in the same spot. His heart thudded against his ribcage as he tiptoed closer to the stall. The door to the farthest one was slightly ajar, a sliver of light peeking through the crack. No matter how many women he fucked, it still made him excited. He took a deep breath and pushed it open.
Parvati gasped, her eyes going wide as they met Harry's. She was sitting on the closed toilet seat, shirt unbuttoned with no bra to be seen, her pants and knickers around her ankles, her hand buried in her pussy. She had been so absorbed in her smutty romance novel that she hadn't heard his approach. The book was open on her lap, the pages crumpled from her grip. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she realized she'd been caught.
"P-Potter," she stuttered, trying to pull her clothes up. But Harry was already upon her, his hand pressing her back down onto the cold porcelain. He stepped into the stall, his eyes twinkling with desire.
"Reading something...interesting?" he asked, his voice low and playful. He nodded to the book that had fallen to the floor, its pages fluttering open to reveal a particularly explicit illustration.
Parvati's eyes darted to the book and back to Harry, a look of utter befuddlement crossing her features. "I-I just...I didn't expect..." she trailed off, unable to form coherent words. It was as if the universe had decided to throw her into a scene straight out of the very pages she had been devouring moments ago.
"The book," Harry prompted, his voice still a playful rumble. "What's it called?"
"It's...it's 'The Enchanted Embrace'," Parvati managed, her voice shaky.
"Ah, I see," Harry said, his eyes scanning the book cover. "So, what's the plot?" His hand remained on her shoulder, keeping her in place, his thumb tracing idle circles.
Parvati looked down at the book in his hand, then back up at Harry, as if she couldn't quite believe the situation she found herself in. "It's about a witch," she began, her voice still trembling, "who falls for a powerful warlock. They're from rival families, and they're not supposed to be together, but they can't resist each other."
"Sounds steamy," Harry said, raising an eyebrow. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck. "Do you read these often?"
Parvati nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're my favorite books," she admitted, her eyes never leaving Harry's. "I'm obsessed with the series. They're so...so...romantic."
"Romantic, eh?" Harry smirked, his eyes traveling down to her half-exposed breasts, the tightness of her shirt suggesting she'd been playing with her nipples before he arrived. "And do you often find yourself in... similar situations?"
Parvati blushed even deeper, her voice barely above a murmur. "Sometimes, Lavender and I will read them together when Hermione isn't in the dorm. It's our little secret."
"Is that so?" Harry's smirk grew wider, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned in closer, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. "Do you ever think about what if it was you and those books?"
Parvati's breath hitched in her throat. "I...I mean, who wouldn't?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "But it's just a fantasy... Sometimes I like to try to write stories like it for myself, but they're not very good. I haven't even told Lavender about them." She paused momentarily, confronted as to why she had admitted this to Harry, before shaking her head and returning to the topic. "They're just for me, you know?"
"I understand," Harry murmured, his eyes locked onto hers, his hand now stroking her hair gently. "Sometimes we all need a little escape from reality." His thumb grazed the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "And I'd love to read them one day."
He leaned down and picked up the book from the floor, flipping through the pages until he found the spot where she had left off. "Mind if I read a bit?" he asked.
Her eyes widened, and she nodded, unable to protest. Harry cleared his throat dramatically and began to read aloud. "'Her eyes fluttered shut as his warm, strong hands gripped her waist, lifting her easily onto the desk. The ancient oak groaned under their weight, but neither of them cared. His breath was hot against her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin as he whispered sweet nothings and dark promises into her ear. She could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against her thigh. It was as if he was trying to claim her very soul with his touch. And she would have given it to him, willingly, eagerly...' That's pretty good! Is your writing like that too?"
Parvati's cheeks burned hotter than a dragon's breath. She couldn't believe she was sitting here, with Harry Potter, discussing her secret love for erotic literature. And she definitely couldn't ignore the very obvious tent that had formed in his pants. She was torn between embarrassment and arousal. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of desire that was quickly clouding her judgment. "I-I'm not that good," she stuttered, feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny.
"Why not?" Harry's voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the fire in his eyes. He leaned in closer, the warmth of his body making her even more aware of her own.
Parvati bit her lip, her eyes darting down to the book in his hands. "Well, I haven't...you know, done a lot of the things they do in those books." She felt the heat of her blush spread to her chest, her heart pounding in her ears. "My chapters don't feel very.. realistic I guess."
With a smirk, Harry handed the book back to her. "Allow me to help you with that," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. He reached down and deftly undid the button on his pants, sliding the zipper down with a metallic hiss. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. "How about we make your next chapter a bit more... hands-on?"
Parvati's eyes widened as Harry took the book from her and set it aside, his hand guiding hers to his cock. He was warm and solid in her grip, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of being the one to bring him the pleasure she had read about so often. She had never done this before, but the books had given her a pretty good idea of what was expected.
"Open your mouth," Harry instructed, his voice gentle but firm. Parvati obeyed, her heart racing. He placed the tip of his cock against her lower lip, and she could feel the heat radiating from him. "Just like that," he murmured. "Now, take it in, just the tip at first."
Parvati did as she was told, her mouth parting to allow him entry. She tasted the faint saltiness of his pre-cum, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Harry's eyes never left hers as he guided her head closer, watching the play of emotions flicker across her face. When she had taken him in just enough to feel comfortable, he began to move his hips slightly, pushing in and out in shallow, measured strokes. The sounds of her suckling filled the small stall, and he gently placed his hand on the side of her head, stroking her hair back behind her ear.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "Just like that."
Parvati's eyes remained fixed on Harry's, the pupils dilated with a mix of trepidation and excitement. His cock grew slicker in her mouth with each stroke, and she could feel her own arousal building. He watched her intently, his hand gently guiding her movements.
"Now, try moving your tongue around the head," Harry instructed, his voice strained. "It's like...like licking an ice cream cone, but much, much better."
Parvati swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, her eyes never leaving his. The taste of him was intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly following his every command. Harry's breathing grew heavier, his grip on her hair tightening slightly.
"Mm, yes," he groaned. "Just like that."
Encouraged, Parvati grew bolder, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass. Harry's hips began to rock slightly, his movements becoming more pronounced as he lost himself in the sensation.
"Now, suck," he breathed. "Just a little. Like you're trying to get the last drop of pumpkin juice from the bottle."
Parvati obeyed, her cheeks hollowing as she applied gentle suction. Harry's grip on her hair grew more insistent, and she could feel his cock swell even further. The thought that she was the one doing this to him, that she had the power to make him feel so good, was thrilling.
"Take more," Harry urged, his voice tight. "You can handle it."
Parvati did as she was told, taking him deeper until she could feel the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but Harry was patient, his hand never leaving her hair.
"It's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "Just relax. You're doing great."
He began to thrust in and out of her mouth, his movements slow and steady. Parvati felt a warmth spread through her body, her pussy growing wet with desire. The noises she was making were obscene, but she couldn't help it. The books had never described how this felt, the raw power of giving pleasure to someone else.
"Look at me," Harry whispered, his eyes blazing with lust. "Look at me while you do it."
Parvati complied, her eyes watering as she stared up at him. The look in his eyes was feral, possessive. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, and it only served to make her wetter.
"Now, use your hand," Harry instructed, his free hand coming to rest on her cheek. "But keep your mouth on the head."
Parvati wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, her small hand barely able to encircle him. She began to stroke in time with his movements, her mouth moving in a steady rhythm. Harry's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.
"That's it," he said, his voice a ragged growl. "Just like that."
Parvati felt a thrill of power surge through her. Harry Potter, the boy who had saved the wizarding world, was in her hands, and she was making him feel this way. It was like the books had come to life, and she was the heroine of her own steamy tale.
"Faster," Harry urged, his voice strained. "And don't stop looking at me."
Parvati's hand moved faster, her strokes matching the increasing tempo of his hips. She could feel him getting closer, his breaths coming in shallow pants.
"I'm going to come," he warned her, his eyes snapping open. "Swallow it."
Parvati nodded, her eyes never leaving his. And when Harry did come, it was with a roar that echoed through the empty bathroom. His hot seed filled her mouth, and she swallowed it eagerly, the taste of him making her pussy clench with need.
When he was done, Harry leaned in and kissed her, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. He tasted like salt and magic, and Parvati felt like she could drown in the sensation.
"Good girl," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. He stepped back, his cock still hard and gleaming with her saliva. "Now, let's see how well you can follow instructions."
He took her hand and brought it to his balls, showing her how to cup them gently in her palm. "Use your mouth," he instructed, his voice a low growl. "But keep your hand here."
Parvati leaned in, feeling her heart race. This was all so new to her, but she didn't want to disappoint him. She parted her lips and took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. Harry's hand tightened in her hair, a silent signal that she was doing well.
"That's it," he breathed. "Now, suck. Gently at first."
Parvati did as she was told, her mouth closing around his testicle. She could feel the weight of it, the softness and the slight give. She applied gentle suction, her tongue moving in slow circles. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, a low moan escaping his lips.
"Mm, yes," he said, his voice strained. "Now, the other one."
Parvati switched, taking his other ball into her mouth and giving it the same attention. Harry's hips rocked slightly, his cock brushing against her cheek. She could feel his arousal growing again, and she thrilled at the thought that she was the one causing it.
"Use your tongue," he instructed, his voice thick with need. "Lick them both. Start from the bottom and work your way up the shaft, then do it again."
Parvati eagerly complied, her tongue swirling over his balls. Harry's breathing grew harsher, his hand in her hair almost painful now. She could feel his cock pulsing against her cheek, and she knew he was close to coming again.
"Keep going," he gritted out. "Just...just like that."
Parvati continued her ministrations, lost in the moment. The sounds of her own wet suckling filled the stall, and she could feel her own arousal growing with each passing second. Harry's hand in her hair was the only thing grounding her, the only reminder that this wasn't just a scene from one of her books.
With renewed vigor, she went back to working his shaft, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth. The velvety skin slid against her palm, his length growing even harder as she stroked him. Harry's eyes were closed now, his head thrown back, and she watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his jaw clenched with pleasure.
Parvati wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began to move it up and down in a firm, rhythmic motion. She felt his balls tighten in her other hand, and she knew he was close. Harry's breathing grew ragged, and she could feel the tension coiling in his body, ready to snap.
"That's it," he murmured, his eyes still locked on hers. "Now, let's try something new."
He gently wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pushed her down, guiding her to take more of him into her mouth. Parvati's eyes widened with surprise, but she didn't resist. His cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, but Harry was patient. He waited for her to adjust, to learn to breathe through her nose and keep her throat relaxed.
"Good," he whispered, his voice strained. "Now, just relax and let me guide you."
With that, he began to slowly thrust into her mouth, her hand still stroking in time with his movements. Parvati's eyes watered, but she focused on the sensation, the power she had over him. She felt his cock swell even further, his grip on her head tightening slightly.
"Take it all," he urged, his voice deep and demanding. "Swallow around me."
Parvati did her best to comply, her throat muscles contracting around his length. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low groan.
"Mm, yes," he breathed. "Just like that."
Parvati felt his cock pulse in her mouth, and she knew he was about to come. Harry's hand tightened in her hair, and he began to thrust faster, his movements more erratic. She could feel the pressure building, the tension in his body reaching a peak.
"I'm going to cum," he warned her, his voice a harsh whisper. "Hold it as deep as you can until I pull you out. I want it on your face."
Parvati nodded, her eyes never leaving Harry's. His cock was so deep in her throat that she could feel his pulse, the veins standing out against her tongue. She took a deep breath through her nose, trying to ignore the burning in her throat. His hand tightened in her hair, and she felt him tense.
"Swirl your tongue around the underside," Harry instructed, his eyes locked on hers. "Just like that."
Parvati followed Harry's guidance, her eyes watering slightly as she tried to focus on his instructions. His cock was so thick in her mouth, filling her completely, and the idea of taking him all the way was both thrilling and intimidating. She could feel him growing even harder, his veins pulsing as he held her in place.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," Harry groaned, his voice tight with pleasure. His eyes never left hers, watching her intently as she worked him over. "I can't believe this is your first time, you are so incredible!"
Parvati felt a thrill of pride, her cheeks burning with both embarrassment and arousal. Harry's words spurred her on, and she took him even deeper into her mouth, her hand moving faster. She could feel the muscles in her jaw ache, but she didn't care. The look on his face was worth every second of discomfort, as she pushed further, fighting off the nauseous urge to gag.
"Just like that," Harry murmured, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Now, breathe through your nose, and relax your throat."
Parvati's eyes watered as she took Harry's advice, her throat adjusting to the intrusion. She focused on her breathing, taking shallow breaths through her nose as she worked his length in and out of her mouth. The gag reflex subsided, and she found herself able to take him deeper. Harry's hand remained firm on the back of her head, guiding her movements, his hips gently pushing her down to take more of him.
As he watched her, Harry felt a wave of arousal wash over him. The sight of her eager, inexperienced, yet professional mouth taking him in was almost too much to handle. He could feel the warmth of her spit pool around his cock, lubricating her efforts. The sensation was exquisite, a tightness that seemed to squeeze him with every movement of her tongue. His eyes widened slightly as she took a deep breath and took him all the way in, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat. He could feel the muscles there contract around him, and he had to bite his lip to keep from coming immediately.
"Fuck," he whispered, his voice tight. He hadn't expected her to be so good at this, so eager to please. It was a heady feeling, one that made him feel powerful and desired all at once. "Just like that," he murmured, his hand moving to her hair, his grip tightening slightly. "So perfect, I'm really close!"
Parvati's eyes never left Harry's, her hand moving faster on his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tensed and released. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, Harry pulled out of her mouth, his hand moving to the base of his cock. Parvati watched, wide-eyed, as he stroked himself, his movements quick and erratic.
"I'm going to cum," he gasped, his eyes locking onto hers. "Look at me."
Parvati did as she was told, watching Harry with wide eyes as he took over the rhythm, pumping his cock against her lips as she pressed gentle kisses over the tip, curious as to what would happen next.
Her heart raced in anticipation, the thrill of the forbidden making her pussy throb, as she ran her fingers across her slit in circles. Harry's hand moved swiftly up and down his length, his eyes locked onto hers, the intensity of his gaze sending waves of heat through her body. He was close, so close, and she could feel the power of his impending orgasm in the way his hand moved, in the tension of his body.
And then it happened. With a guttural groan, Harry pulled out of her mouth, his cock swollen and red. He stroked himself once, twice, and then he was coming, thick ropes of white-hot cum spurting out and painting her face and hair. Parvati's eyes widened in shock and arousal as she felt the warmth of him on her skin, his essence coating her. She had never felt so alive, so exposed, and yet so incredibly sexy.
From Harry's perspective, the world had narrowed down to the wet, warm cavern of Parvati's mouth and the tightness of her hand around his balls. Her eyes had been like stars, guiding him to the edge of his release. And when he finally let go, it was like a dam had broken, years of pent-up desire flooding out of him in an explosion of pleasure. He watched, entranced, as she took his cum, her eyes never leaving his, her hand still moving on his shaft, drawing out every last drop.
Parvati felt a strange mix of emotions as Harry's seed spurted across her face. She had never felt so exposed, so...used. But there was something undeniably erotic about it, something that made her pussy throb and her hand move faster over her own clit. She watched him, her eyes glazed with arousal, as he caught his breath, his chest heaving.
"Fuck, Parvati," Harry breathed, his voice hoarse. "You're incredible." He took a moment to compose himself, then leaned in and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. "I've never felt anything like that before."
Parvati's hand didn't stop moving over her labia, her fingers slipping easily through her slick arousal. She was lost in the haze of what had just happened, her mind racing with the realization that she had just given Harry Potter a blowjob, and he had enjoyed it.
Her eyes never left his, and she felt a thrill of excitement as she watched him catch his breath. She could see the amazement in his gaze, the way his eyes had gone dark with pleasure. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "That was...I've never..."
"Don't thank me," Harry said, his voice gruff. "It was all you." He leaned in and kissed her again, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to claim her once more. Parvati moaned, her hand still moving over her clit. She could feel her own orgasm building, the delicious tension coiling tight in her belly.
But just as she was about to tip over the edge, Harry reached down and gently removed her hand. She whined in protest, her eyes fluttering open to meet his amused gaze. "What are you doing?" she panted.
"Returning the favor," Harry said with a smirk, his voice low and full of promise. He wrapped his arms around her skinny waist and picked her up with surprising ease, pushing her back against the cold, tiled wall of the bathroom stall. Parvati gasped as he claimed her mouth again, his kiss deep and demanding. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, and she could feel his cock, still slick with her saliva, rubbing against her drenched pussy. Harry pulled back, his eyes glittering with mischief as he stared down at her. "I want to feel you come on me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But I won't go in until you do."
Parvati's breath hitched, the anticipation of his entry making her even wetter. She watched as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock just barely touching her clit, teasing her mercilessly. He began to rock against her, his length sliding over her swollen flesh. She could feel her orgasm building, like a storm gathering on the horizon. Harry's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of hunger and fascination as he watched her squirm under his touch.
Her hand reached up to his chest, her nails digging into his robe as she held on for dear life. Harry's movements grew more insistent, his cock rubbing her in just the right spot. Parvati's hips began to buck, her body begging for more. Harry's grip on her waist tightened, his strokes growing faster, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She could feel the beginnings of her climax, the tightness in her belly coiling like a spring ready to snap. Slowly it rolled over her, a wave of ecstasy that left her trembling in his arms.
Her moans grew louder, filling the stall with the sweet sound of her release. Harry's eyes never left hers, watching her with an intensity that made her feel like she was the only person in the world. And then, without warning, he slipped inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him, that he slid in with ease, the head of his cock nudging against her inner walls. Parvati's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a cry that was half-moan, half-surprise.
"Fuck, Harry," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Oh, Merlin, yes!"
The sound of her voice, the way she called out his name in pleasure, was like a spell casting him under its thrall. He watched her eyes roll back, her mouth open in a silent scream as he entered her, her pussy, juice is flowing around his manhood as he thrust upward. Her legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.
"Yes," he groaned, his own pleasure ramping up as he felt her tightness grip him. "Yes, Parvati, just like that. God damn you're so wet!"
Her walls clamped down around him, her orgasm milking him, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He began to fuck her in earnest, his hips snapping against hers with a force that made the stall shake. She was so tight, so warm, so incredibly responsive. Harry had never felt anything like it. Hermione had been a tightness unlike anything he had experienced, Hannah had been hot to the point it drove him insane, Daphne had a silky velvety feel that comforted his soul, but Parvati, she was so slippery it felt like he was thrusting into a warmed bottle of lubrication.
"Harder, Harry," Parvati begged, her voice a breathy moan. "Please, harder!"
Her words were like a siren's call to Harry, and he obeyed without hesitation. His hips slammed into hers, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the bathroom. Parvati's legs were tight around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she met each of his thrusts with eager enthusiasm. Her pussy was a vice around his cock, pulsing and clenching with every stroke. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, a perfect blend of tightness and wetness that was driving him wild.
With a grunt, Harry carried her out of the stall, his cock never leaving her warm embrace. He set her down, her legs shaking, and bent to grab the romance novel she had been reading earlier. He felt a strange kinship with the characters, as if he and Parvati were living out their own enchanted embrace.
"Here," he said, handing her the book. "Get on your hands and knees."
Parvati took the book with trembling hands, the plot of the steamy romance novel now lost in the haze of her own desires. She did as Harry instructed, her knees hitting the cold floor of the bathroom with a soft thud. Harry stepped back, admiring the view of her round, plump ass in the air. He cast a summoning charm, and two plush cushions from the nearest prefect's bathroom appeared with a soft whoosh, landing beneath her, as she lifted her legs up for them to protect her.
"Read it," Harry ordered, his voice thick with lust. "Read the part where the hero takes the heroine like this."
Parvati nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. She flipped through the pages, her trembling hands searching for the right scene. As she found it, she began to read in a soft, shaky voice, her words punctuated by gasps and moans as Harry pushed into her from behind.
"His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh," she recited, her voice breathless. "He pulled her back onto him, filling her completely."
With every word she spoke, Harry's cock plunged deeper into her, her moans mixing with the narrative of the novel. The story had come alive in their little bathroom stall, the ink on the pages mirroring the passion they shared.
"And she screamed his name," Parvati read, her own voice rising in pitch as Harry's thrusts grew more demanding. "Her body shuddered around him, tightening with the promise of release."
Her words grew slurred as he picked up his pace, his balls slapping against her ass with every drive. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, punctuated by their heavy breaths and the occasional squeak of the book's spine as she held it in one hand.
"Her climax washed over her," Parvati murmured, the book wobbling slightly in her grip. "Consuming her in waves of pleasure."
Their reality melded with the fiction, and it was as if they were the characters in her favorite romance. Harry could feel her tightening around him, her pussy clenching and releasing in a delicious rhythm.
"Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Harry."
Her words were all the encouragement he needed. Harry's strokes grew rougher, his hips pounding into hers with a ferocity that had her screaming into the pages of the book.
"Read it," he said again, his voice a low growl. "Read it louder."
Parvati took a deep breath, her voice shaking as she read the steamy passages aloud. "He claimed her," she recited, her own body trembling with need. "Marking her as his own, as he filled her completely."
As Harry listened to her words, he reached around with one hand to grip her ass firmly, the other still wrapped around her waist to keep her in place. His thumb found her tight, unexplored hole, and he began to rub it in gentle circles, feeling her body tense. Parvati gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as he breached her with one slick digit, pushing it into her ass alongside his cock.
"Fuck," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I've never..."
"It's okay," Harry murmured, his voice soothing despite the ferocity of his thrusts. "Just keep reading."
Parvati's eyes squeezed shut as she felt him stretching her, the sensation overwhelming and new. She took a deep breath and continued, her voice shaking with each word. "The Adeline arched her back, her body a canvas of pleasure and pain..."
The room spun around her, the pleasure so intense it was almost too much to bear. Harry's cock pounded into her, filling her up, while his finger worked its magic inside her ass. The dual sensations had her panting, her voice rising in pitch as she read on.
"And fucked her again. His hot manhood stirred her inside, reaching deep into her soul as her love burned around them." she read, her voice strained. "He pressed his forehead into the crook of her neck, nibbling her ear as she screamed his name, her world unfolding, falling apart around him."
The words of the book were like a script, guiding them through a scene that seemed too erotic to be real. Harry's hand tightened on her ass, his finger delving deeper, pushing her closer to the edge.
"Say it," Harry grunted, his voice strained. "Say it out loud."
Parvati's eyes snapped open, meeting his in the mirror. "Yes," she moaned. "Yes, Harry, I'm yours!"
The words seemed to unleash something in him, and he slammed into her with renewed vigor, his finger moving in and out of her ass in time with his thrusts. Parvati's screams filled the bathroom, echoing off the tiles as she lost herself in the delicious sensation.
The story continued to unfold in her trembling voice, her words a stark contrast to the animalistic sounds that filled the air. Harry's hand gripped her plump ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pushed deeper into her pussy. "Read it like it's happening to you."
Parvati's voice wavered, but she complied, the story coming alive in the mirror of the bathroom stall. "His finger slid into her," she read, her own voice hoarse with arousal. "Stretching her, claiming her in a filthy display of lust, ruining her innocence and she loved him for it. She was a toy for his... Oh fuck... A toy for his cock, a doll to be used, a hole to be abused. She belonged to him."
"Keep going," Harry urged, his strokes in her pussy matching the rhythm of his thumb in her ass. "Tell me how she feels."
Parvati's breath hitched, her eyes never leaving their reflection as she read on. "Her body was a symphony of sensation, her cunt... I mean... her pussy, clenching around his cock, her ass... Oh Merlin, Harry!" she gasped, her voice breaking as he pushed another finger inside her. "Her ass... stretching around his thumb, begging for more!"
"Good girl," Harry murmured, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Keep reading, tell me how much she loves it."
"She loves it," Parvati panted, the book trembling in her hand. "Loves the way he fills her, the way she feels so... so... complete." Her voice grew softer, her words barely a whisper as she read. "Her body is his playground, and Harry is the master."
The room was a cacophony of sounds: the slap of Harry's hand on her ass, the wet squelch of his fingers in her ass, the slap of his hips against hers, and her desperate moans as she read. The story on the pages had become their own, a tale of desire and submission that was playing out in the dimly lit bathroom.
"Oh, Harry," she whimpered, her voice thick with lust. "I'm going to cum."
He didn't respond with words, just a feral growl as he picked up the pace, his cock plunging into her wetness as his thumb worked in and out of her tight little asshole. Parvati's eyes squeezed shut, her body shaking with the force of her impending orgasm.
"Read it," Harry grunted. "Read how she comes for him."
Her voice was shaky, her words stumbling over themselves as she tried to keep up with the story and the sensations overwhelming her. "Her... Parvati's body tenses, her... her pussy... so tight around him," she gasped. "Her... her ass... oh, Harry... her ass... it's... it's too much!"
With a final, desperate push, Harry sent her over the edge. Parvati's orgasm crashed through her, a tsunami of pleasure that had her screaming into the book. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, her ass gripping his thumb as she bucked back into him, her entire body shaking with the force of her climax.
As she rode the waves of pleasure, Harry watched her in the mirror, his own orgasm building. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was, how perfect she felt. The room was a blur of sensation, the only thing in focus was the way her body moved with his, the way she took him so eagerly.
With a roar, Harry came, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her up with his seed. He leaned over her, his chest heaving, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. They had become the characters in the book, living out a scene more erotic than anyone had ever written.
And as they both came down from the heights of pleasure, their breaths mingling in the damp air, Parvati couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. She had just had sex with Harry Potter, and it had been everything she never knew she wanted.
As they pulled apart, the sticky warmth of their combined releases still connecting them, Harry leaned down to kiss her neck. "You're amazing," he murmured. "I never knew you had this in you."
Parvati blushed, the book falling from her hand as she turned to face him. "Neither did I," she whispered, her voice still shaky. He kissed her again, a gentle press of lips that seemed to promise more than just a fleeting moment of passion. He pulled her in close, reaching out for the book to see the page she had been on, and with a sly smile read its contents. "Parvati, did you come up with that narration by yourself?"
"Well, I might have been inspired," she giggled, her cheeks still flushed. "But I never knew I could do that."
"You're a natural," Harry said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "And I'm not just saying that because you're the best I've ever had."
Her smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with joy. "You're not just saying that?"
"No," Harry said, his voice earnest. "You really are incredible."
Their bodies remained intertwined, Harry's cock still inside her, their breaths mingling as they shared a moment of quiet intimacy. Parvati felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging she had never felt before. Harry had seen a side of her she had never dared show to anyone, and not only had he accepted it, but he had embraced it, encouraged it.
Slowly, Harry pulled out of her, the sticky sound of their bodies parting echoing through the quiet bathroom. He stepped back, helping her to her feet, and pulled her into a gentle embrace. She could feel his cock, still semi-hard, pressed against her stomach, and she was surprised to find she wanted more. Reaching between her legs, she inserted two fingers, digging around for the hot sticky load deep inside her.
Parvati brought her hand to her mouth, the taste of Harry's cum foreign and yet surprisingly delicious. She closed her eyes and licked her fingers clean, savoring the saltiness on her tongue. It was an act she had never considered before, but in this moment, it felt natural, almost ritualistic. Harry watched, his eyes dark with desire, as she took his essence into her mouth, her cheeks flushing with each swipe of her tongue.
"I want more," she murmured, her voice a soft purr. "I want to taste all of you."
Her own fingers still toyed opening, scooping out more of his essence as she licked her lips hungrily.
"Fuck," Harry breathed, his eyes never leaving her as he began to stroke his cock again, watching as she licked her fingers clean. "That's so fucking hot."
Her tongue slid over her fingers, catching the last drops of Harry's cum. She moaned, the taste of him mixing with her own arousal making her even wetter. She knew it was obscene, but she couldn't help it. She was a wanton creature, consumed by lust.
"Let me help," Harry said, his voice hoarse. He knelt behind her, his cock bobbing with each breath he took. He reached around, his thumb finding her clit as he pushed two fingers into her tight, cum-filled pussy.
Parvati moaned, her back arching as he began to fuck her with his hand, his thumb working her clit in circles. She could feel her orgasm building again, a warm pressure that grew with every stroke. Harry's eyes were glued to the sight of his own fingers disappearing into her, his cock jerking in his hand as he watched.
"Keep reading," he murmured, his voice low and intense. "Tell me what happens next."
Her eyes snapped open, and she stumbled over the words, her voice a breathy whisper. "Her... her pussy clenched around his thumb, her... her juices coating his hand." She licked her lips, her own hand reaching down to play with her clit as Harry's thumb slid in and out of her. "Parvati's body was in heaven, the feeling of her masters seed inside her was the perfection she never knew she needed." She let out a soft exclamation of pleasure. Oh Merlin," she gasped, the words coming out in a choked moan. "It's so... so good."
Her orgasm washed over her like a gentle wave, a soft crescendo of pleasure that made her legs wobble. Harry watched her in the mirror, his own climax following swiftly, painting her stomach with hot ropes of cum. She watched him, her eyes glazed with passion as he came, her body milking him dry.
Parvati's hand didn't stop moving, her own orgasm still playing out. She watched in the mirror as Harry's cum dripped down her stomach, pooling in her navel. The sight was erotic, and she felt a strange sense of pride.
He stood, pulling her with him, his cum still smeared between them. He led her to the sink, his hand still cupping her pussy. "Let's clean up," he said, his voice still thick with lust.
Parvati nodded, her legs still wobbly. Harry held her steady, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror as she bent over the sink, the water running warm over her skin. She watched as she scooped the last of his jizz off her abdomen, the white stickiness standing out against her dark brown skin. With a devilish smile, she spread it over her breasts, her fingers tracing patterns in the slickness before reaching her nipples. She rolled the cum around her areola, watching as they grew even darker against her bronzed brown skin, standing at attention against the coolness of the air.
Her thumbs teased the sensitive peaks, rolling them in the mixture of Harry's seed and her own juices. The feeling was strange and thrilling, a heady mix of dirty and erotic that had her pussy clenching around his fingers. She watched him in the mirror, his eyes hooded with lust as he took in the sight of her playing with herself. He leaned in, his mouth hovering over her ear.
"You've really like cum don't you?"
Parvati giggled, a sound that was a mix of shyness and pure delight. She kissed Harry's cheek, feeling the stickiness of his cum against her skin, a reminder of the intense moments they had just shared. They stood up together, their bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways, and she felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she pulled her panties and skirt back into place, not bothering to wipe herself clean. The warmth and wetness of their combined juices felt like a secret they were taking with them out of the bathroom.
It was an encounter so surreal and unexpected, Harry completely forgot to question the nature of reality once again.