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Harry sat in the back of the nearly empty Transfiguration classroom, his eyes glazed over as Professor McGonagall droned on about the complexities of switching teacups into teapots. The mid-afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the high windows, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. The room was stale with the scent of old books and a hint of chalk. His thoughts drifted to the upcoming Quidditch match, the thrill of the chase, and the cheers of the crowd.
The creak of the door snapped him out of his reverie as Hannah Abbott, her cheeks flushed and hair slightly disheveled, slipped into the room. She offered a sheepish smile to Professor McGonagall, who paused in her lecture to give Hannah a stern look over her spectacles. "Do try to be punctual, Miss Abbott," she said, her voice carrying the faintest trace of exasperation.
Hannah took her seat next to Harry, her leg brushing against his under the table. He felt a jolt of electricity run through him at the contact. The last week since he had discovered that none of his actions had any consequence whatsoever had been a wild experience for him, first defiling Daphne on the Slytherin table of the Great Hall, then having his way with Cho, bent over while he ravaged her from behind in the library, and now this...Hannah.
It was no secret that Hannah Abbott had a massive crush on her best friend Susan Bones, but Susan was blissfully unaware of it. Harry, however, noticed the way Hannah's eyes would light up when Susan walked by, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the unrequited love. But today, as he felt the warmth of Hannah's thigh against his, he knew that she was looking for a distraction from her unspoken desires, and he was more than happy to oblige.
With the class still half-asleep and Professor McGonagall's back turned, Harry leaned in and whispered in Hannah's ear, "Want to practice a little transfiguration of our own?" His voice was low and suggestive, sending a shiver down her spine. She glanced at him, her eyes wide with surprise, but the hint of a smile playing on her lips gave him the answer he was looking for.
With a swift motion, Harry stood up, his wand tucked in his sleeve, and strode over to her. He pulled his pants down, revealing his erection to the room. The professor's lecture continued unabated, her eyes never leaving the chalkboard. The other students' gazes remained glued to their parchments, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. It was as if an invisible shield had been cast around them, allowing Harry to indulge in his desires without repercussion, and it was exactly why he loved his life as the main character.
He grabbed Hannah's face firmly with both hands and guided her towards his cock. She was initially hesitant, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. But as he pushed himself into her mouth, she began to tentatively suck and lick, the unfamiliar sensation of a man's flesh in her mouth both strange and exhilarating. Harry's grip tightened in her hair, and he began to thrust gently, setting a rhythm that she slowly started to follow.
The sound of Professor McGonagall's voice grew distant as Harry focused solely on the wet warmth surrounding his cock. He could feel Hannah's tongue exploring his shaft, her inexperience evident but her willingness to learn making it all the more exciting. His heart raced as he looked down at her, her eyes closed in concentration, her cheeks hollowed out as she took him deeper. The room's ambiance remained unchanged, the only indication of their tryst being the occasional muffled moan that Harry couldn't help but let out, and the sloshing gagging of Hannah's mouth around his length.
Hannah's hands found his hips, her nails digging in slightly as she grew more comfortable with the act. Her breathing grew heavier, matching the rhythm of Harry's thrusts. The feeling of her throat tightening around him sent waves of pleasure shooting through his body. He hadn't realized how much he craved this kind of power and control until now. He loved the way she submitted to him, the way she was at his mercy, and the way her eyes would water slightly with each push into the back of her throat. A sense of euphoria washed over Harry as he felt Hannah's throat muscles contract around him, her gag reflex momentarily giving way to his relentless pressure. He groaned in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. The sensation was unlike anything he had experienced before. The way she took him in, so eagerly and despite her hesitation, made him feel invincible. It was a feeling he knew he could become addicted to.
With a final, firm thrust, Harry pulled out of her mouth, the saliva and pre-cum glistening on his cock. He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, pushing her down onto Professor McGonagall's desk. The wood was cold and hard under her palms, sending a shiver through her body. Hannah looked up at Harry, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. "I-I've never done this before," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Harry just smirked, the thrill of taking someone's innocence adding to his desire. "Don't worry," he murmured, "I'll make it good for you." He leaned in and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin gently, sending a thrill down her spine.
He pulled her skirt up, exposing her round, pale ass. Harry took a moment to appreciate the view before moving closer, his cock brushing against her smooth skin. He knew she was a virgin, and he wanted to make sure she enjoyed her first time, even if it wasn't going to be the way she had dreamed of. "I don't want you in my pussy," Hannah whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Susan... she's the only one I want... I-I don't want a man fucking me there." Harry nodded, understanding her reluctance.
Instead, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "How about here?" He gently parted her cheeks, revealing her tight, untouched asshole. She gasped, her body stiffening, but she didn't pull away. "It's okay," Harry assured her, his voice soothing despite the situation. "This way, it's just for fun, no strings attached." He could feel her breath quicken as he traced a finger around her anus, teasing her, watching as she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
Hannah nodded, her eyes still locked on his. Harry felt a surge of excitement at her trust in him, even in this taboo moment. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of lubricant, something he had stashed away after his encounter with Cho. He had a feeling it might come in handy. With a gentle touch, he coated his finger and pressed it against her tight hole. She winced slightly, but he moved slowly, giving her time to adjust to the sensation. With his other hand, he let his wand fall out of his sleeve and waved out a quick cleaning spell he had read about in the restricted section earlier that week when he had gotten bored.
"Relax," he murmured, pushing his finger in just a little bit. "It'll feel good, I promise." His voice was low and soothing, the same tone he used when coaxing a scared creature out of its hiding place. Hannah took a deep breath and let out a shaky sigh, her body slowly giving in to his touch. Harry watched as his finger disappeared into her, her muscles clenching around it tightly. He added another finger, feeling her tense up again before she relaxed. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "Just like that."
Hannah's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in short gasps as Harry continued to stretch her open. She could feel the pressure building, a strange mix of pain and pleasure that was entirely new to her. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice tight with the effort of holding back. She bit her lip and shook her head, the need to know, to experience, outweighing any fear. "No," she managed to choke out, "don't stop."
"Tell me about Susan," Harry whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "How did you imagine your first time with her?" He was trying to distract her, to make her feel more comfortable, but his words brought a rush of heat to her cheeks. She had never talked about her feelings for Susan out loud, not even to herself. But now, with Harry's fingers inside her, it was as if all her secrets were spilling out.
"I-I didn't," Hannah stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, I never thought it would happen. I just... I just liked watching her, you know?" Harry nodded, his fingers still working her tight opening. "It's okay," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." But Hannah found herself speaking, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I thought it would be... gentle," she said. "Sweet. Like we were in a field of daisies, and she'd kiss me, and we'd just... melt into each other."
Her voice trailed off as Harry pulled her shirt over her head, baring her bra-covered breasts to the cool classroom air. He reached around and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her bare chest, her nipples pebbled with excitement. He leaned down, kissing her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he worked his way down her body. His hand found the hem of her skirt, and with a quick flick of his wrist, it was lifted over her hips and tossed aside, leaving her in just her underwear.
"You're so beautiful," Harry murmured, his voice thick with desire. He slid her underwear down her legs, revealing her completely to him. Hannah's cheeks were aflame with embarrassment, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she leaned back on the desk, her breasts heaving with every ragged breath she took. Harry's gaze traveled down her body, taking in every curve and freckle, his cock throbbing with need. He knelt between her legs, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before he leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh.
Hannah's legs quivered as Harry's mouth moved closer to her most private place. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she couldn't deny the thrill that was building in her belly. When his tongue touched her anus, she gasped, her eyes flying open in shock. It was a sensation she had never felt before, and it was strange, but not unpleasant. Harry's tongue was soft and warm, and he moved it in slow, deliberate circles, teasing her until she could feel her body begin to relax. Then, without warning, he slid it into her, the intrusion making her gasp again. She could feel her cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned back, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as he began to lick and suck at her, his fingers working her clit in a way that made her hips buck.
The sensation was intense, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Professor McGonagall's lecture continued in the background, the words blurring together as Harry's tongue invaded her body. He paused to whisper, "You're doing so well," before plunging back in, his tongue delving deeper, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. It was almost too much, the pleasure building until she was sure she would burst.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as Harry began to add a second finger, the stretch sending bolts of pleasure through her body. He twisted them inside her, scissoring them open and closed, and she could feel herself getting wetter. She had never been so open, so exposed, and yet she felt a strange kind of power in it. Harry's eyes shone with excitement as he watched her body respond to his touch, and she knew he was enjoying every moment of it.
As he worked her asshole, Harry leaned in and began to kiss her inner thighs, his breath hot and tickling. He moved closer to her pussy, his nose brushing against her soft folds, and she could feel his warm breath against her clit. She squirmed under his touch, her body begging for more. And then, without warning, his tongue was there, flicking against her clit with a precision that made her moan. He licked and sucked, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh, while his fingers continued to pump in and out of her ass.
Hannah had never felt anything like it. The combination of pleasure from both her ass and pussy was overwhelming, and she had to bite down on her hand to keep from screaming. She had never been touched like this before, never felt such an intense mix of pain and pleasure. But she didn't want him to stop. With every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers, she could feel the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter.
He began to lick her in long, slow strokes, starting at her asshole and moving up to her clit, the slickness of his saliva making her skin feel alive with sensation. His tongue was like a brand, marking her as his, claiming her in a way she had never been claimed before. When he reached her clit, he flicked it with the tip of his tongue before sliding it into her pussy in one swift motion. Hannah's hips jerked, and she let out a muffled cry, her legs trembling with the effort to stay still.
The room was a blur around her, the only thing in focus was Harry's head between her legs, his tongue working her into a frenzy. She could feel the tension building, coiling in her stomach like a spring ready to snap. Harry's fingers remained in her ass, moving in and out in a steady rhythm that matched the strokes of his tongue. It was as if he knew exactly what she needed, as if he could read her mind. And as he licked and sucked, as he invaded her with his tongue, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Pleasure washed over her like an explosion, crashing through her body and leaving her gasping for air. Her legs trembled, and she had to grip the desk to keep from collapsing. Harry didn't stop, though, his tongue moving faster, his fingers pushing deeper. The feeling was so intense it was almost painful, and she could feel herself tightening around him, her body begging for more. His eyes were locked on hers, watching her every reaction with a hungry gaze.
He slid a third finger into her ass, and she gasped, her body tensing up for a moment before she relaxed, letting him in deeper. He curled his fingers inside her, hitting a spot that made her back arch and her eyes roll back in her head. It was a sensation she had never felt before, one that made her toes curl and her legs shake. Harry's eyes gleamed with victory as he watched her, knowing he had found the right spot to take her over the edge.
With his other hand, he reached between her legs and slid a single finger into her wet, eager pussy. He found her g-spot almost immediately, the little bundle of nerves that was already swollen and begging for attention. He began to rub it in tight circles, his movements slow and deliberate, watching as Hannah's body responded to his touch. She was so close, so very close, and he could feel it in the way her muscles clenched around his fingers.
Her eyes squeezed shut, and her breath hitched as Harry applied more pressure. He could feel her pussy tightening around his finger, the walls pulsing with every stroke. He licked her clit at the same rhythm, feeling her body begin to quiver with the promise of release. Harry's own cock was painfully hard, straining against his pants, but he ignored it, focusing solely on the task at hand.
Suddenly, Hannah's body tensed, and with a cry that was half-moan, half-scream, she came. Her juices spurted into Harry's mouth, and he swallowed greedily, savoring the taste. He pulled his hand away, watching as the last of her orgasm rippled through her body. He reached up and grabbed her chin, turning her face towards him. With a smirk, he leaned in and kissed her, forcing her to taste herself on his tongue.
The kiss was deep and carnally possessive, a claiming of her body and soul. He could feel her pulse racing as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, sharing the essence of her climax with her. Hannah's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into the embrace, savoring the salty and tangy flavor of a mouthful her own cum, mixed with the thick saliva off of Harry's mouth.
Pulling back, Harry looked into her glazed eyes, his own dark with desire. "Ready?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Hannah nodded, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. He stood up, his cock at full mast, and positioned himself behind her. She could feel the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, and she braced herself for the pain she knew was coming.
With one swift thrust, Harry pushed inside her, filling her up completely. Hannah gasped, her nails digging into the wood of the desk as the pain washed over her. But Harry didn't stop; he just held her hips firmly and began to pump in and out, his strokes growing longer and harder with each movement.
At first, it was too much. The pain was intense, and she wanted to scream, to tell him to stop. But she knew she couldn't. This was what she had signed up for, this was what she had wanted, when she had asked him to... Help her... Learn how to go on a date? Because... She was nervous about asking out Susan? Her brain fizzled, and confusion set in, as if her reality was contradicting her own thoughts, but the more she got into the feeling of Harry's touch, the more she realized she didn't quite care about the circumstances.
The pain began to ease, and she felt herself start to move with him, her body finding a rhythm that seemed almost natural. It was strange, feeling so full and stretched and yet... good. Like she was discovering something about herself that she had never known before. Maybe... Many men weren't so bad after all... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Harry were to have his way with her. As Harry's thrusts grew more insistent, she could feel herself starting to respond again, her clit throbbing with every smack of their bodies coming together.
Her eyes watered as Harry pushed deeper and deeper, his cock stretching her to the point she thought she would tear. But she didn't. Instead, she felt something give way inside her, a feeling of fullness she had never experienced, even when she used the largest of her toys.
He held her hips firmly, his grip almost bruising, as he thrust in and out of her, his movements growing more erratic with each passing moment. Hannah's breath hitched with every push, the pleasure and pain intertwining into something she couldn't quite define. But she didn't want it to stop.
From Harry's perspective, the world had narrowed to just the two of them, the rest of the classroom fading into the background. All he could see was Hannah's pale, sweat-slicked back, her ass cheeks clenching around his cock with every thrust. He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles spasming as she neared another climax. It was a heady sensation, one that made him feel powerful, in control. He watched as she bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration, and he knew he had her exactly where he wanted her.
With a final, powerful thrust, Harry pulled out of her ass, and she let out a low moan of pain. He didn't give her a chance to recover, instead flipping her over so that she was on her back on the desk, her legs draped over the edge. He was rougher now, more animalistic in his need to claim her completely. He positioned himself at her entrance again, and without preamble, pushed back inside her, filling her ass with his thick cock.
The sensation was overwhelming. Harry's cock was huge, and Hannah had never felt so full. It was like the change of position let him go deeper, and she could feel every inch of him as he pushed into her, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. The pain was still there, but it was a different kind of pain now, one that was mingled with a deep, primal pleasure. She felt as his hips moved, the muscles in his thighs flexing with every thrust as he mounted her. His eyes were locked on her round ass as he slid inside the tightness of the puckered tan skin of her asshole.
The wetness of her own juices mixed with the lubricant made for a slick entry, and Harry groaned as he watched her take him. The sight was erotic, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of being the first man to ever fuck her in such a way. His cock was like a piston, driving into her with a steady, relentless force. He could feel her body tense around him, her muscles tightening and releasing in a rhythm that matched his own.
"Harder," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. Harry complied, his strokes becoming more intense, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. He could feel the tension building in her body, the way she was arching her back, pushing herself up to meet him. It was as if she was begging for more, begging to be filled completely.
"Fuck, Harry," she moaned, and a few of the students around them glanced over, their curiosity piqued by the sudden break in the silence. But they quickly turned away, their expressions unchanged, their eyes glazed over once again. It was as if they had seen nothing, heard nothing. It was a small mercy, a small slice of privacy in a room that should have been anything but.
"You like that, don't you?" Harry whispered, his voice a dark caress in her ear. "You like being my little slut, don't you, Hannah?"
Hannah's eyes widened at his words, and she felt a rush of arousal mixed with a hint of shame. But she couldn't deny the truth in them. Her body was responding to him in ways she had never experienced before, and she was powerless to stop it. "Yes," she breathed, her voice a shaky confession. "I do."
"I knew you would," Harry said, his voice smug. He leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue pushing past her lips to dance with hers. She could taste herself on him, and the thought sent another thrill through her body. It was depraved, but she liked it. "You like it better than your fantasies about Susan?"
Hannah's eyes fluttered shut as Harry's cock slammed into her again. She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't deny the truth. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "It's... it's different. Better." Harry's grip on her hips tightened, his strokes becoming more forceful. He knew he had her now, knew that she was his to do with as he pleased.
"What would Susan think if she saw us like this?" Harry's voice was a low growl, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered the words. Hannah's breath caught in her throat, the thought of Susan watching them both thrilling and terrifying. "Would she be jealous?"
Hannah couldn't find the words to respond, her body too busy trying to process the overwhelming sensations Harry's rough lovemaking was giving her. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, her mind torn between the guilt of betraying her crush and the undeniable pleasure Harry's cock was bringing her. "I-I don't know," she managed to murmur, her voice a soft whine.
"Maybe you should imagine her watching," Harry said, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Imagine her seeing you like this, her sweet little Hannah, taking a cock in your ass like a pro." The thought was like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline, igniting a fresh wave of arousal in her. She could almost see Susan's eyes widen with shock, the blush that would spread across her cheeks as she realized what was happening.
"Do you think she'd want to join us?" Harry continued, his hips moving faster now, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. "Would you like that, Hannah? Having Susan's eyes on you while I fuck you?" The idea was too much, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but the image of Susan's shocked expression was only adding to her excitement.
With one hand, Harry reached around and found Hannah's clit, his thumb circling it with a firm, practiced touch. The pressure was just right, and she could feel her orgasm building again, her body tightening around him. He thrust deeper, the angle of his cock hitting a spot inside her that made her toes curl. With every stroke, he rubbed her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
Tears streaked down her face, a silent confession of the intensity of her emotions. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by pleasure. It was as if she was being reborn, her entire being rewritten by Harry's touch. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal beat that matched the racing of her heart.
"Do you like that?" Harry's voice was rough, his grip on her hair tightening as he slammed into her, his cock bottoming out with every thrust. "Do you like being my dirty little whore?"
"Y-yes," Hannah spoke breathlessly. She could feel her body responding to the harshness of his words, her pussy growing wetter, her ass clenching around him. "I like it."
"Do you like being used? Do you like the thought of being violated to the point you will always feel like a dirty cum slut when you look at Susan?" Harry's voice was a mix of cruel amusement and raw need as he yanked on her hair, pulling her back to meet his every thrust. Hannah's eyes watered, the sting only adding to the intense sensations.
"Yes," she whimpered, her voice strained. "I like it." It was a strange confession, one she never thought she would make. Yet, here she was, begging for more as Harry's cock hit her deepest depths, her body trembling with each brutal thrust.
"Do you want Susan to eat my cum out of you? Or would you rather eat mine out of her?" Harry's voice was a dark whisper in her ear, his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled her back even further, pushing his cock deeper into her ass.
"I-I don't know," Hannah moaned, the pleasure and pain swirling together until she couldn't tell which was which. "I just... I just want more."
Her words were all the encouragement Harry needed. He pulled out slowly, his cock dragging against her sensitive walls until only the head remained inside her. Then, with a sadistic grin, he slammed back in, filling her completely. Hannah's body jerked, and she let out a strangled cry, her eyes squeezed shut. "That's not an answer, Hannah. Tell me which you prefer, and I'll let you cum. If you don't, I'll keep having my way with you, edging you until you can't think."
"I-I... Susan," she managed to choke out, her voice a whimper. "I want Susan to eat your cum out of me. I want her in-between my legs as you rape my cunt! Fuck, Harry, make me cum! Please!" The thought was so intense, so perverse, that it sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her. Harry's grip on her hair loosened slightly, and she took a deep, shuddering breath.
"Good girl," Harry murmured, his voice a dark rumble of approval. "You're going to love it when Susan tastes you like this, aren't you?" His thumb continued to circle her clit, the pressure increasing with every word. "You're going to love it when she realizes you're mine."
As Harry's words sank in, Susan's hand slid down her stomach, her fingers slipping through her wet folds. She found her clit, already swollen and sensitive from Harry's earlier ministrations, and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. His hand met hers, which he lowered to between her folds. She ripped her index and middle fingers into her pussy and he took over the massage on her clit.
With every stroke of his cock, Harry applied more pressure to her nub, his thumb moving in time with her own hand. The sensation was indescribable, a symphony of pleasure that had her entire body quivering. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by desire. The room around them faded away, until all that existed was the sound of their harsh breaths and the slap of their bodies coming together.
Hannah felt Harry's cock swell inside her, the heat of his climax building. "Cum in me," she begged, her voice hoarse and needy. "I want to feel you fill me up." Harry's eyes narrowed, and with a grunt, he did just that, his hot seed spurting into her bowels, filling her to the brim. The sensation was intense, and she could feel her own orgasm building, her pussy clenching around her fingers.
As Harry's cock spasmed inside her, Hannah's body gave in to the pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a scream that was muffled by the hand Harry had clamped over her mouth. Her body convulsed, her muscles spasming uncontrollably as she came harder than she ever had in her life. "Oh fuck, Harry! I'm cumming, oh my God, I'm cumming! Fuck me, Harry, I want you in my pussy. I don't fucking care about God, it's so good!" Her breath was ragged and shallow, as her mind went fuzzy as if she had been holding in her air for way too long. The overwhelming feel of hot release deep within her cramped at her abdomen as she spazzed uncontrollably, her legs clamping down on themselves, as her lower body closed like a vice around his cock.
And then, everything went black. Her vision swam, and the world tilted on its axis. Her body went limp, and she felt herself slipping away, her consciousness fading into nothingness. Yet, even as she fell into the abyss, she could feel Harry's cock still moving inside her, his strokes never faltering. It was as if he was fucking her through her unconsciousness, claiming her even when she couldn't fight back.
He kept pumping into her, his movements growing more erratic as he approached his climax. She was nothing but a receptacle for his pleasure now, a living doll to be used and discarded. And yet, she felt a strange kind of peace in it. Her body was no longer her own, but she didn't mind. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, as if this was what she had been born for.
With a final grunt, Harry pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He looked down at her, his expression a mix of triumph and disdain. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "Mine to use whenever I want." He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "And I'm not done with you yet." Her head lolled to the side, her eyes still closed, as she sighed in pleasure, subconsciously pushing her ass back towards him. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her - the sweat glistening on her skin, her legs spread wide, her pussy swollen and begging for more.
With a smirk, Harry took his cock in his hand and positioned it at her entrance. He pushed inside her, feeling the tightness of her pussy grip him like a glove. He didn't bother with gentle strokes this time, didn't bother with sweet whispers or reassurances. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming into her with every thrust. He watched as her breasts bounced on the desk, her nipples hard and pebbled from the cold wood. It was a beautiful sight, one that made his cock even harder.
Her pussy was tight, but not as tight as her ass had been. Harry felt a pang of regret that he hadn't taken her there first, but he pushed the thought aside. There would be plenty of time for that later. For now, he was content to claim her again.
He watched her body move beneath him, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her ass still red and bruised from his earlier attentions. The sight was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at what he had done to her. He had taken her innocence, her purity, and replaced it with a hunger for the depraved.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head slightly to look up at him, her gaze hazy with lust. She was barely aware of her surroundings, lost in a world of pleasure and pain. Harry leaned down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue claiming her once more. He could feel her body responding, her pussy growing wetter, her hips rising to meet his every thrust.
With a growl, he picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. Hannah's body was his to command, her orgasms his to give and take away. He felt her start to tense up again, her muscles tightening around him as she neared the peak. He broke the kiss, his eyes boring into hers. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice a harsh whisper. "Look at me when you cum."
Her eyes focused on his, and she nodded slightly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Harry's hand found her clit again, his thumb circling it with the same rhythm as his hips. He watched as her eyes widened, the pupils dilating with pleasure. He knew she was close, so close. And then it happened. Her body arched off the desk, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she screamed out her release. Harry's own climax followed swiftly, his cock spurting hot cum deep inside her as he thrust one final time.
As the aftershocks of their shared orgasm subsided, Harry pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He stepped back, his chest heaving from exertion. He took a moment to admire the sight of her sprawled on the desk, her legs still spread wide as she lay face down, ass up, her pussy gaping slightly from his rough treatment. He felt a thrill of power, knowing that he had brought her to such heights of pleasure, that he had claimed her in such a primal, animalistic way.
Without another word, he pulled out and stepped around to her face, placing his wet cock in her mouth as she drunkenly cleaned his length with her tongue. He smirked down at her, watching the droplets of their combined juices dribble down her chin and onto her chest. The sight was obscene, but Harry felt a strange sense of pride at having brought her to this point. However, now that the clarity had begun to set in, he sighed to himself. "Merlin, I forget just how dark having no consequences can be." He stood there, resting his cock inside her mouth while he stroked her hair as she slept. "Is it really all right to just use these... people? My classmates? Are they even real? They certainly don't have any free will, so what does that make them? And what does that make me?"
Leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek, he left her lying there, conjuring a blanket for her before walking back to his desk, still naked and partially erect. This was one of the lessons he had already learned for the week. He figured he would not learn a new ability for at least another 10 days. He looked over to Hermione, sitting on his left, and moved his chair closer. "I think I have about 10 minutes of class left. Might as well distract myself for a bit."
"Hey Hermione, make some room for me, please. You have a better view of Professor McGonagall, and I can't quite see the board."
"Oh sure thing, Harry! Here," she shifted her books over to the side, making a spot for him while sliding her seat farther left.
He accepted, and immediately got to work wrapping his arm around her slim shoulders, snaking his hand down the front of her shirt until he found her perky small breasts. 'No point thinking about it now. I'll see if Hermione will help me research souls and consciousness in the library later.' Meanwhile, his thumb began to rub circles around her erect nipple, feeling it harden beneath the fabric of her bra. She didn't miss a beat, continuing to scribble notes onto her parchment with the quill between her teeth, her eyes never leaving the board where Professor McGonagall was scribbling incantations. "One of these days I'm going to have you ride on top of my cock, 'Mione."
"Harry, not right now. This is a very important lecture. Besides, you know I'm not a big fan of flying."
He chuckled lowly, his breath tickling her ear. "I wasn't thinking of Quidditch, but if you insist, I can make it worth your while. Come by the locker room after practice." He leaned over, his mouth hovering just above the soft shell of her ear. His teeth gently grazed the sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from gasping.
With a silent nod, he pinched her nipple lightly, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Hermione's moan was muffled by the quill she held in her mouth, the feather brushing against her teeth. She scribbled faster, trying to keep up with the lecture, her eyes darting back and forth between the board and Harry's hand, which had now found its way under her skirt. But before he could go any farther, the clock chimed, signaling the end of the lesson.
"Shit, I guess I took longer than I thought with Hannah. Time for lunch, I'll fuck you later, Hermione!"
"See you in the Great Hall, Harry! I have to stop by Professor Flitwick's office and ask about my paper. Save me a seat, will you?"