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Hermione and Ginny were the last to leave the Room of Requirement, shooting daggers at Romilda as they passed by her. Romilda, not being one for subtlety, could only grin back triumphantly while she played with the hem of her short skirt suggestively. As soon as the door closed behind Hermione, sealing off the room from prying eyes, Romilda wasted no time in acting upon her impulses.
Harry watched her eagerly as she closed her eyes, envisioning a large, comfortable bed made of red silk sheets and gold pillows. Within moments, it appeared exactly where she had imagined, conjured by the room's magic.
Without saying another word, Romilda grabbed hold of Harry's wrist and pulled him towards the bed, climbing onto its soft surface herself. The motion caused her miniskirt to ride up higher and higher, eventually giving Harry a tantalising glimpse of her pink satin panties.
And what a sight it was! Harry couldn't help but stare openly at the thin fabric stretched tautly across Romilda's pussy, barely containing her most intimate secrets. A small damp patch had already formed near the gusset, betraying her excitement, and the round curves of her ass looked plump and ripe for a good pounding.
"Fuck me, Professor Potter!" Romilda whispered huskily, as she turned her head around and wiggled her hips invitingly, presenting her ass to Harry. "You promised me a reward, didn't you?"
There was something almost animalistic about the way she looked at him over her should, all primal hunger and lustful craving. She knew precisely how to get his blood pumping, even before their clothes came off. And although a part of Harry wanted to take things slow and steady, there was another part of him that yearned for nothing more than to tear those skimpy garments right off her body and bury himself balls-deep inside her cunt.
And who was he to say no? Especially when the prize at stake was this fucking delicious piece of tight womanly flesh, on her hands and knees, ready to submit to whatever carnal desires he might come up with. So without further ado, Harry followed her lead, crawling onto the bed behind her, positioning himself between her wide-spread legs.
Romilda gasped aloud as Harry grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her back onto his groin, grinding his bulging pants against her wet panties. She moaned, arching her back like a cat in heat, pressing herself harder against him, yearning for the friction and warmth of his body.
"Is this what you want, Romilda?" Harry whispered into her ear, slipping one hand beneath the elastic waistband of her panties, teasing her clit with his fingers. "Do you want me to fuck you right here, right now?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Romilda cried out, bucking her hips against him, desperate for more contact. "Make me yours, Harry! Use me like your personal fucktoy! I'm all yours!"
Her words sent a jolt of electricity through Harry's body, igniting his desire to a fever pitch. He couldn't wait any longer - he needed to be inside her, needed to feel the heat of her pussy clutching him tight, milking him dry. So with one swift motion, he yanked her panties down to her knees, exposing her glistening cunt to his eager gaze.
Harry groaned as he took in the sight of her swollen clitoris and dripping vagina, already slick with arousal and ready for him. He leaned forward, inhaling deeply, taking in the heady scent of her musk. His cock twitched in response, practically begging to be released from the confines of his trousers.
But first, he wanted to taste her.
Harry dived face-first into her snatch, licking and sucking at her juicy labia, drinking up her sweet nectar like a man dying of thirst. Romilda moaned loudly, gripping the bed sheet tightly as waves of pleasure washed over her, building steadily towards an explosive climax.
"Oh fuck, Harry, that feels so good!" she cried out, grinding her pussy against his face, smearing her juices all over his mouth and chin. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
Harry had no intention of stopping, not until he had tasted every inch of her and brought her to the brink of ecstasy. He continued to lap at her cunt, flicking his tongue rapidly over her clit, causing her to shudder uncontrollably. Before long, he felt her muscles tense up, signalling that she was close, very close...
So he slipped two fingers inside her, crooking them just so, hitting her G-spot dead-on. That did it - within seconds, Romilda screamed out loud, convulsing violently as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm. Her pussy spasmed wildly around his digits, flooding his mouth with her tangy fluids.
Harry lapped it all up greedily, savouring the taste of her juices on his tongue. But he wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. He wanted to make her come again and again, until she was nothing but a quivering, boneless mess beneath him.
With that thought in mind, Harry unzipped his trousers, finally freeing his aching cock from its confines. It stood proud and erect, throbbing with need, a bead of precum glistening on its tip. Romilda eyed it hungrily over her shoulder, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Mmm, look at that massive cock," she purred, eyeing it through half-lidded eyes. "I can't wait to feel it inside me, stretching me wide open."
Harry groaned at her words, feeling his shaft grow even stiffer than before. Goddamn, she knew exactly how to talk dirty, getting him hard as steel and ready for action.
But a part of him still wanted to tease her, to draw out her pleasure and make her beg for it. He wanted to see how far he could push her before she broke, before she begged him to end the torment and fill her up completely. He wanted to make her fall apart under his touch, to become his plaything, utterly devoted to satisfying his every whim and desire.
And not just for tonight either. No, he intended to have her whenever he pleased, wherever he pleased, however he pleased. And he would start by making her promise that she belonged to him, that she would never deny him anything he asked for.
That thought alone made his balls churn with excitement, sending another surge of blood rushing straight to his dick. Unable to resist such temptation, Harry wrapped his fingers around Romilda's slim waist, pulling her back onto his groin once more. This time though, there were no barriers between their bodies, allowing him to rub the sensitive head of his prick directly against her slippery folds.
Romilda gasped aloud as she felt the blunt tip of his rod press against her entrance, threatening to impale her fully. She writhed impatiently, wanting more than anything to feel it plunge deep inside her, filling her up completely.
Yet, Harry held off, denying her what she craved most. Instead, he teased her, playing with her ass, slipping one finger between her cheeks, circling her tight little hole. Romilda squealed in delight, bucking her hips backwards, trying to force him inside her.
I'll have to explore this hole another time, Harry thought eagerly as his finger traced the edges of her rosebud.
"Please, Harry, I want you so badly!" she pleaded, looking back at him with puppy dog eyes. "Fuck me now, please! Please!"
Finally unable to hold himself back any longer thanks to the needy girls insistent begging, Harry obliged, thrusting into her wet pussy roughly, burying himself hilt-deep in a single stroke. Romilda moaned out loud as she felt him stretch her inner walls wide open, filling her up completely, her voice echoing through the chamber. She felt incredibly tight around him, her pussy walls clenching him snugly, milking him like a vice. He began to piston in and out of her, setting a steady rhythm that had them both gasping for breath.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty little slut?" Harry growled, slapping her ass hard, watching as her pliable flesh rippled enticingly beneath his hand. "You love getting fucked like a cheap whore, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Romilda cried out, matching his thrusts with her own, driving him deeper and deeper inside her. "Fuck me harder, Harry! Make me scream your name!"
Harry obliged, picking up the pace, pounding her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. They moved together in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of wet, lewd sounds that filled the room. Their heavy breathing mingled with the obscene sounds, punctuated only by Romilda's lewd comments and lustful moans. It was like music to his ears, at least as far as their rough fucking could be considered music.
The Hogwarts Frog Choir should be taking notes, Harry thought wryly. They could learn a thing or two about making beautiful harmonies.
"Harder, fuck me harder, oh Merlin, yes, yes, yes!" Romilda shouted, gripping the sheet tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. And Harry was only happy to oblige, ready to show her her new place in this world - bent over, spread wide open, and begging for more.
"Oh- Harry- You feel so good- So big- Oh my god- Yes- YES!" Romilda screamed, her muscles tensing up as she reached climax after climax. Her pussy contracted around his cock, squeezing him mercilessly, causing his vision to blur and his toes to curl.
But Harry didn't stop there. No, he continued to hammer away at her cunt, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body. And when he finally pulled out, leaving her limp and exhausted on the bed, he rolled her over, pinning her down beneath him, claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss.
"Now then, Miss Vane..." Harry murmured huskily, breaking the kiss long enough to speak. His voice was low and commanding. "Tell me who owns you. Who do you belong to?"
"I... I belong to you, Harry..." Romilda whispered softly, gazing up at him adoringly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath.
"Good girl," Harry praised, running his hands through her hair affectionately. "Very good girl."
Then, he leaned forward, reaching for her shirt. With one swift tug, he tore it right off her body, sending the buttons flying everywhere. Romilda yelped in surprise, but she couldn't help but laugh, even as her bare breasts spilled free from the torn fabric.
Goddamn, they looked amazing, firm and perky, with tiny pink nipples standing erect. Harry wasted no time in feasting on them, sucking each one greedily while Romilda arched her back in response, pushing herself closer still. The position even let him fold her legs in half, bringing her knees all the way up to her ears, exposing her pussy fully like she were his very own sex doll.
And with this newfound access, Harry slid back inside her effortlessly, fucking her even deeper than before. Every thrust of his hips sent his cock spearing into her depths, drawing wild, animalistic cries deep from within Romilda's throat.
"Fuck me- Oh, Harry-, Fuck me harder!" she begged him, her voice high and breathless. "I want to feel you come inside me! I want to feel you fill me up with your hot seed!"
Harry growled at her filthy talk, his hips slamming into her harder and faster. He could feel his climax building, his balls drawing up tight against his body, ready to explode. And when he finally did, it was with a guttural roar that echoed throughout the chamber.
He buried himself deep inside Romilda, spilling his seed into her womb. Finally marking her as his own. Romilda moaned in pleasure, another orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, leaving her limp and panting beneath him.
They lay there for a while afterwards, their bodies still entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Harry gazed down at Romilda, admiring the flush of her cheeks and the sheen of sweat on her brow. She looked utterly spent, utterly satisfied, utterly his.
"I take it you enjoyed your prize, Miss Vane?" Harry asked her, grinning wickedly.
"More than anything," Romilda replied, her voice still shaky from the aftershocks of her climax. "But I'm afraid I can't move a muscle now. You've thoroughly fucked me senseless."
"Good," Harry said, still hovering above her, looking down at her with a smug smile. "Because I plan on doing it again and again. Until I've had my fill of you."
He felt Romilda shiver under him, knowing full well what she was in for. But if the dazed look in her eyes were any indication, she wouldn't have it any other way. After all, she had won fair and square, earning the privilege of being used however he pleased. And judging by the glint in her eye, she intended to make the most of it.
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Next Chapter: Romilda can't contain herself. Seeing Hermione and Ginny flirt with Harry during breakfast causes her to lose control, leading to an act of exhibitionism that leaves everyone speechless.