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"You're not going to believe what just happened," exclaimed Katie Bell, her eyes shimmering with excitement as she recounted the latest practice. Harry just rolled his eyes and leaned over closer to her as they sat together on the bench in the locker room. Even though he was there for the practice right beside her, it was still fun to listen to her tell stories.
Her short chestnut hair, normally in a tomboyish pixie cut, was plastered to her forehead with sweat, her olive skin glowing under the stark lights. Harry couldn't help but admire her toned abs, a testament to her dedication to quidditch. She had her arms folded across her chest, her strong hands playing with the hem of her shirt. It was a sight that made his heart race faster than a Golden Snitch.
"So, Alicia missed the toss from Angelina, and I knew she couldn't catch with her broom, the turn was too sharp to make" she began, her dark brown eyes lighting up with the thrill of the moment.
"The quaffle was just floating there, and I could see the shock on everyone's faces. They all thought it was a lost cause," she said, her hands mimicking the path of the quaffle in the air. "But I wasn't about to let it go down without a fight. So, I actually did it! I pulled off the Wronsky Feint! A Seeker's move! With a quaffle! I caught it about 5 feet off the ground! It was so cool Harry!"
Her excitement was infectious, and Harry found himself smiling despite his racing thoughts. He leaned in closer, his eyes on her biceps. "You're really putting in the work, Katie," he said, his voice low and earnest. He reached out and gently placed his hand on her arm, giving it a squeeze. "These aren't just from carrying quidditch gear around."
Katie blushed at the compliment, her cheeks darkening against her olive skin. She flexed her arm, feeling the muscle under his touch. "Thanks, Harry," she said, a hint of shyness in her voice. "I've been hitting the weights in the muggle gym back at home. Mum thinks I should take up archery, and it does sound pretty fun I have to admit."
Her words trailed off as she looked at him, and Harry felt the air thicken between them. He swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to the neckline of her sweat-soaked tank top. Without a second thought, he offered, "Hey, let me help you with that."
Katie's blush deepened, and she glanced down at her shirt before nodding. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he gently began to lift the fabric over her head. Her dark brown hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves, and he caught a glimpse of the sports bra beneath. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on either of them.
The locker room was almost empty, the echoes of the showers the only sound that filled the space. Harry's eyes met hers as he pulled the tank top over her head, and for a moment, they just sat there, the fabric caught between them. He felt the warmth of her skin, the beat of her heart. Then, she lifted her arms, and the shirt was off.
Katie laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Harry's spine. She leaned back slightly, flexing her abs with a playful smile. "Not bad, huh?" she said, the challenge in her eyes unmistakable.
"Impressive," Harry murmured, his voice a little hoarse. He couldn't help but reach out, his fingers tentatively touching the firm muscles of her stomach. They were warm and taut, a stark contrast to the chill of the locker room air. "Very impressive."
Katie's laughter turned into a soft gasp as Harry's hand traveled upwards, tracing the line of her abs until it reached the edge of her sports bra. She shivered, the sound of the showers a distant backdrop to their intimate moment. His touch was feather-light, but it sent waves of heat through her body. She felt a sudden urge to lean into him, to explore the connection that had been simmering between them since the first time she had met him during their first quidditch practice. It was a crush she had held extremely close to the chest, only telling her closest friend, Leanne.
"Harry," she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. His hand hovered for a moment, then continued its journey, tracing the outline of her bra. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip to keep from making a sound that would betray the intensity of the moment. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her pulse racing.
"Katie. What is our relationship level?"
She smiled shiley, and reached out to take his hand into hers. "Right now we are just very good friends, Harry. My birthday is August 28th, and my favorite items are broom polish, athletic tape, blackberry pastries, cafe au lait expressos, chocolate frogs and quartz."
Her eyes searched his, trying to gauge his reaction. Was she being too forward? The locker room was dimly lit, and the scent of clean laundry and a hint of rain outside mixed with the faint smell of sweat from their practice. Harry's eyes held hers, his thumb tracing the line of her palm, sending electric jolts up her arm. "Is that so?" he said, his voice a low murmur.
Katie's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked, playing coy.
"I mean, if we're going to be very good friends, I should know when you first started having a crush on me," Harry said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Katie's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and she looked away, trying to hide her smile.
"Fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was the first practice, when you caught the snitch in record time every single time Oliver released the snitch. I've never seen anything so... utterly mad and brilliant at the same time."
A smile spread across Harry's face, his eyes sparkling with a warmth that made Katie's heart flutter. "Really?" he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "I had no idea."
Katie felt a rush of excitement, her pulse quickening as she leaned closer to him. "Well, it's embarrassing. You're so skilled, you're so friendly, heroic, good looking. Let's face it your way out of my league." she murmured. "But it's not just about the quidditch, Harry. It's about... everything."
The warmth in Harry's eyes grew, and he gently tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Katie," he said, his voice a soft caress. "You're the most beautiful woman in this school, and not just because of your abs or your skill with a broomstick. It's your heart, your spirit. First, you're re the best chaser in the school, but you are also one of the toughest people. You've always been there whenever they first year is crying from homesickness, or when hagrid needs assistance with an injured animal. You have the most amazing heart out of anyone I've met. You are wickedly funny, and I enjoy every second we hang out. You have a killer personality and absolutely beautiful looks. You are intensely dedicated and love what you do. And your abs are just the cherry on top."
Her eyes searched his, and she saw the truth in his words. The air between them was charged with something new, something potent. Without a word, Harry leaned in and kissed her cheek, his lips lingering for a moment longer than a friendly peck. Katie felt a warmth spread through her, and she turned her head slightly, her eyes never leaving his.
"Let me show you," he whispered, his hand moving to the back of her neck. He pulled her closer, and their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a promise of things to come, a gentle exploration of what could be. Harry's hand slid down to her shoulder, and she shivered at the touch, her arms wrapping around him instinctively.
The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Harry's other hand found its way to the clasp of her sports bra. With a flick of his thumb, it came undone, and he carefully slid the material off her shoulders, revealing her firm, round breasts. Katie's breath caught in her throat as Harry's eyes took in the sight of her, a mix of awe and desire.
"They're... they're not that big," she murmured, her cheeks flushing as she tried to cover herself. Harry chuckled, a sound that was both affectionate and a little bit bewildered.
"Katie, they're..." He paused, searching for the right words. "They're perfect. More than I could have ever imagined." His eyes were earnest, and she could see the truth in them. She took a deep breath and let her hands fall away, allowing him to see her fully. Natural c cups, round and perky, not a hint of sagginess in them as they perfectly complemented her athletic frame. "They're definitely bigger than Hermione's," Harry said with a smirk, breaking the tension. Katie's eyes widened, and she playfully slapped his shoulder.
"Oh, have you been perving on her too?" she teased, her voice a low purr. Harry's cheeks flushed a bit, and he chuckled, shaking his head, happy that his blush was already in place as he remembered what had happened between the two of them and Pansy. "No, Katie, I accidentally walked in on her in the shower at the Weasleys," He lied skillfully, his eyes never leaving hers. "It was a complete accident, I swear."
Katie's laughter was music to his ears, and it grew as Harry leaned down, capturing her mouth with his own. His hands cupped her breasts, feeling their softness and warmth, and he kissed her deeply, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She moaned, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He broke the kiss, moving his lips down her neck, feeling the goosebumps that followed his touch.
"They're perfect," he murmured again, his breath warm against her skin. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as she gasped. "Every inch of you is," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. He kissed his way down her body, her muscles tightening and releasing as he went, his mouth leaving a trail of fire across her olive skin. "I've liked you since we first met, too. The two of us, rookies on the team, how we would hang out after practice, how beautiful it sounds when you giggle and how absolutely sexy you have gotten. I feel like the luckiest man on Earth being here with you." It was definitely not a lie that time, Katie was legitimately one of the coolest girls Harry had ever met, and he had always loved spending time with her. It was definitely hard not to notice how she developed as they grew up, and thinking back on it made him smile.
Her hands tangled in his hair as he kissed and nibbled his way down, trailing his mouth over her breast, her ribs, her abdomen, then down to her navel, her body responding to every touch. His kisses grew more insistent, more demanding, and Katie could feel the heat pooling between her legs. She arched her back, pushing herself closer to him, and Harry felt his own desire spike in response.
"Mmm, Harry," she murmured, her voice thick with need. His hands found the waistband of her leggings and began to tug them down, revealing the form-fitting black boxers she had on underneath. "You know, I never knew the locker room could be this much fun," she said with a grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Neither did I," Harry murmured back, his voice a little rough around the edges. "But I'm definitely not complaining." His fingers looped through the elastic of her boxers, and she gasped as he pulled them down, his eyes taking in the sight of her bare skin. "Merlin, Katie, you're... wow."
Katie giggled, a sound that was a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. "You like?" she asked, her hand moving to cover her mound self-consciously. Harry looked up at her, his eyes full of admiration. "You're gorgeous," he said, his voice earnest. "And so fucking perfect," he added, unable to resist a little crassness.
"Thanks," she murmured, her voice a little breathless. "I don't get to show it off much, since I've been waiting for you to make a move." She leaned back with a grin, giving him full access, and Harry took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, and her skin was tanned and glowing. Not a single tan line marred the smooth expanse of her olive flesh, which made Harry's imagination run wild with thoughts of her lying naked in the sun, her body stretched out like a cat basking in the warmth.
"Well, it's definitely been worth the wait," Harry said, his voice a little hoarse. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her skin, making her shiver. "I've always wondered what you looked like underneath all those robes," he admitted, his eyes tracing the curves of her body. "I've thought about spying on you in the showers before, but I don't think it would have been the same as this."
Katie giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You naughty boy," she said, her voice teasing. "But I'm not sure Angelina would have appreciated that. Much more fun to have you here, willing and eager all for myself."
"Ah, but the thrill of the chase," Harry said with a grin, his voice low and seductive. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. "But now that I've caught you, I'm not letting you go." His eyes met hers, and she could see the desire in them, the promise of pleasure to come.
"Oh, Harry," Katie gasped as his kisses grew closer to her core. "Yes, yes, right there." Her voice was breathy, her hands gripping the edge of the bench as she held on for dear life. Harry's mouth found her most sensitive spot, and she bucked her hips upwards, the pleasure intense and unexpected.
"You taste like heaven," Harry murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He kissed her inner thighs, teasing her with his mouth before his tongue darted out to trace the length of her labia. Katie's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low moan. "Harry, please," she begged, her voice trembling with need.
He took his time, savoring every inch of her, his tongue dancing along the folds of her sex. "You're so wet for me," he said, his voice muffled by her skin. "It's like you've been waiting for this as much as I have." Katie's hands found his hair again, tangling in the strands as she pulled him closer.
"Oh, Harry," she moaned, her voice echoing in the locker room. "Your mouth... it's like magic." Harry chuckled against her, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through her body. He was teasing her now, his tongue flicking against her clit with a precision that left her trembling.
"Fuck, Harry," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. "Just like that, don't stop." Her hands tightened in his hair, her thighs clamping around his head as if to keep him there forever. Harry groaned, the sound vibrating against her most sensitive spot, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.
"You're so wet," Harry murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. "So sweet." He licked her slowly, savoring the taste of her arousal, before dipping his tongue deep inside her. Katie's back arched off the bench, and she let out a string of curses that would make even Dung blush. "Oh, fuck, Harry, yes, just like that," she moaned, her thighs tightening around his head.
He could feel her getting closer, her hips moving in a steady rhythm against his face. Harry's own erection was pressing against his pants, straining for release, but he focused solely on Katie. Her legs were trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew she was close, and he didn't want to miss a second of it. He slid two fingers inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness, and began to pump them in time with his tongue.
Her moans grew louder, echoing through the locker room, and Harry felt his own desire spike. He could feel her tightening around him, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap. He knew that he was pushing her closer to the edge, and he wanted nothing more than to watch her fall. Harry felt his own cock throb in response, and he reached down to free it from his confines. He stroked himself slowly, the sight of Katie's body arching before him driving him wild.
Without warning, he slipped his pinky into her tight little asshole, and she gasped even louder, her eyes flying open. "Fuck, Harry," she groaned, her voice a mix of shock and pleasure. "What... You're lucky I'm a freak, you know that? Just don't think that bat between your legs is going in there, I don't think I could stretch myself enough for that!"
He chuckled against her, the sound vibrating through her body, sending more pleasure straight to her core. He focused on her clit with renewed vigor, and Katie felt the pressure building, her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. She threw her head back, her body taut with need, and let out a scream that was muffled by the towel she'd stuffed into her mouth. Harry's fingers and tongue worked in perfect harmony, and she could feel the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter.
Her nails scraped against his scalp, and he groaned in response, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure straight to his cock. In retaliation, he reached up and squeezed her breasts hard, feeling the soft flesh yield to his touch. Her nipples were hard little peaks, and he knew she was close. Katie's eyes flew open, and she stared down at him, her pupils dilated with desire. Harry could feel her inner walls clench around his fingers, and he knew she was almost there.
"Come for me, Katie," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "Let go." And with that, she did. Her body bucked, her hips rising off the bench as the orgasm crashed over her. Her moans filled the locker room, echoing off the tiles. Harry watched in awe as her body convulsed with pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth open in a silent scream. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he felt her thighs tighten around his head. He kept his mouth on her, his tongue lapping at her clit, until the tremors subsided and she collapsed back onto the bench, panting heavily.
With a grin, Harry climbed up and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her effortlessly off the bench. She was lighter than he had expected, her lithe body a monument to her years of athleticism. Katie's laughter was breathless, filled with joy and satisfaction, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Where are we going?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Found another place to defile me?"
"Better," Harry murmured, his voice low and full of promise. "The showers." He didn't give her time to respond before he started carrying her towards the showers, their kisses growing more urgent with every step. The locker room was a blur around them, the sounds of water and steam beckoning them closer.
Katie's legs wrapped around his waist, her bare skin slick with sweat from their practice and the heat of their desire. Harry's muscles strained with the effort of carrying her, but it was a delicious burden, one that made him feel alive. Her arms were around his neck, her fingers playing with the damp strands of his hair, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, as she reached down and ripped his shirt off over his head. With one hand supporting her waist, and the other unzipping his pants, they were soon both naked as he pressed her against the wall of the shower, blindly reaching over in a frenzy to turn on the hot stream overhead.
The water rained down on them, steam billowing around their bodies as they kissed with a passion that had been building for years. Harry's cock was rock hard, nestled between her thighs, and she could feel the warmth of it against her skin. He reached down and guided it to her entrance, pausing for a moment to look into her eyes. Katie nodded eagerly, her breath coming in gasps. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "Please, Harry."
With a groan, Harry pushed into her, feeling her tightness grip him like a glove. Her legs tightened around his waist, and he stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So tight." He began to move, his hips pumping into her in a steady rhythm that had them both gasping for air. The water cascaded over them, mingling with their sweat and making their skin slick and slippery.
Katie's nails dug into his back as she held on, her legs wrapped around him like a vice. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her warmth envelop him, her muscles tightening and releasing with every thrust. He could feel her pussy getting wetter, her juices running down his cock and mixing with the shower water. It was a delicious feeling, one that made him want to pound into her harder, faster, until they both reached the brink of oblivion.
Her moans filled the shower stall, the sound of water hitting their skin a steady backdrop to their passionate cries. Harry's eyes were locked on hers, watching the way they fluttered shut and then snapped open again, the way her pupils dilated with each stroke. He knew he was hitting all the right spots, and it was driving him crazy. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure at the base of his spine that threatened to consume him. But he held back, wanting to make this last as long as possible.
Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her ankles crossed at the small of his back, giving him the leverage to pound into her with everything he had. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the water beading on her nipples and making them hard and sensitive. Harry leaned in, capturing one in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, making her gasp. He switched to the other, sucking hard, his tongue flicking across the peak, and Katie's legs tightened even more, her heels digging into his back.
Her nails scored down his back, leaving trails of heat, and he knew she was close. Harry reached between them, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. The feel of her tightening around him was exquisite, and he knew she was right there. He could feel it in the way her muscles gripped him, in the tension in her thighs, in the desperate little sounds she was making.
Katie's eyes flew open, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of surprise and pleasure. "Oh, Harry," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "I'm... I'm gonna... I'm..." She couldn't finish the sentence, the words lost in a strangled cry as she came, her body spasming around him. Harry felt the ripples of her orgasm, the way she tightened around him, and it was almost his undoing. He groaned, his own climax building, but he held back still, his teeth gritted in determination. He wanted to make sure she enjoyed every second of this.
Her nails raked down his back, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. With a final, desperate effort, Harry picked up the pace, driving into her as she rode the waves of pleasure. Katie's head fell back, her hair plastered to her neck, her skin flushed with the heat of their passion. Harry's eyes were locked on her face, watching the play of emotions there, feeling the way her body responded to his every move. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of power and vulnerability that had him on the edge.
He felt the familiar tightness in his balls, the urge to come building to a crescendo, but he fought it back. He didn't want this to end, not yet. He wanted to feel Katie come again, to watch the way her eyes rolled back in her head and her body arched with pleasure. So he held on, his muscles straining, his breath coming in harsh pants. Her pussy was clenching around him, her walls pulsing with every stroke, and he knew she was close.
With a grin that was half-mad with lust, Harry reached for his wand robe hanging at the door to the stall, his eyes never leaving hers. He murmured a spell under his breath, the incantation familiar and potent. The magic surged through him, coiling around his cock and balls like a vise, holding back his orgasm. "Impervius," he breathed, and the spell took hold. It was a simple charm, one that every wizard knew, but in this moment, it felt like the most powerful magic in the world.
He watched as Katie's eyes widened in surprise, her pupils dilating even further. "What did you just do?" she panted, her voice hoarse.
Harry leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "I'm going to make you come again," he whispered, his voice filled with dark promise. "And I won't stop until we drop from exhaustion. Then I want to fucking plaster your body."
He shifted his position slightly, the angle of his thrusts changing, and Katie's eyes flew open. "Oh, God," she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and desperation. "That sounds hot as hell."
Her eyes searched his, and he could see the challenge in them. Harry chuckled, the sound a little wild. "You want it?" he asked, his voice low and dark. Katie nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Then say it," he demanded, his hips stilling for a moment. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Make me come again, Harry." And with that, he lost all control. He began to pound into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the shower stall. Her moans grew louder, filling his ears, and he felt her pussy tighten around him, her muscles contracting with every stroke.
Katie's hands slid down his back, her nails digging into his skin as she pushed him deeper, urging him on. "Harder," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea. Harry complied, his thrusts growing more powerful, more demanding. He could feel her climbing towards another peak, her body tensing with each stroke. "I'm going to come," she gasped, her eyes locked on his. "Oh, Harry, I'm going to come."
Her orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, her body shaking in his arms. Harry held her tightly, his own climax just out of reach, as he felt her pussy clamp down on him like a fist. "Yes," he groaned, his voice raw with need. "Come for me, Katie. Show me how much you like it."
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The muscles in her legs tightened around his waist, and he could feel the tremors of her climax rippling through her. "Fuck," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "Fuck, Harry, fuck."
He chuckled, the sound low and satisfied, as she slumped against him, her breath coming in pants. But she wasn't done yet. With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed him down to the floor of the shower, her legs still wrapped around his waist. "My turn," she whispered, her voice a dark promise.
Her hands were on his shoulders, her nails digging in as she pushed herself up, her pussy sliding along his cock. Harry groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as she positioned herself, the tip of him at her entrance. She looked like a goddess, her olive skin glistening with water, her chin-length hair sticking to her face. Her abs were tight, her muscles flexing as she held herself in place, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the thought that she was all his.
With a wicked smile, Katie lowered herself onto him, her wetness enveloping him in a warm, tight embrace. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands automatically reaching for her hips to guide her. But she was in control now, her own hands braced against the tiles of the shower stall as she began to ride him with a fierce intensity that had his blood pumping even faster.
Her movements were erratic at first, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tried to find the perfect rhythm. But soon, she found it, her hips moving in a fluid dance that had him groaning with every stroke. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her pussy clenching and releasing with every downward thrust, and it was all he could do to keep from coming right then and there.
But Harry was a Gryffindor, and he had stamina. He watched her, his eyes on her face, taking in every little change of expression, every gasp and moan. He knew her body better than he knew his spells, and he used that knowledge to keep her on the edge, to make her beg for more. His hands roamed her body, touching and teasing every sensitive spot he could find. Her nipples were tight peaks, begging for his mouth, so he leaned in and took one between his teeth, biting down gently.
Katie's eyes flew open, and she let out a sound that was half-moan, half-scream. Her hips bucked against him, and he felt her pussy clench around his cock. "Did I say you could get up? You're lucky that feels so good," she panted, a smirk playing on her lips. Harry's eyes were glazed with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched her ride him.
With a swift motion, she pushed him back down to the floor of the shower, spinning around to straddle him in reverse cowgirl. The water continued to cascaded down her back, running in rivulets over her firm, toned muscles. Harry's eyes widened at the sight of her, her ass bouncing with every furious slam down onto his dick. Her hands reached back to grab his wrists, guiding them to her hips. "Hold on," she instructed, her voice a siren's call.
Obeying her command, Harry's hands tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into the firm flesh. He watched in awe as she took control, her body moving with a primal grace that had him groaning with every impact. Her abs rippled with the effort, her toned arms flexing as she braced herself against the shower wall. The sound of their bodies slapping together was punctuated by the occasional splash of water, creating a rhythm that was as erotic as it was intense.
Katie's eyes met his in the steamy mirror, to their left her pupils blown wide with desire. Harry felt his cock throb at the sight of her, her hair plastered to her face, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. He could see the determination in her eyes, the fierce need to drive them both to the edge and beyond. It was intoxicating, watching her take what she wanted with such ferocity.
Her hips rolled and bucked, her movements almost animalistic in their intensity. Harry reached up, his hands grabbing her waist, his fingers digging into the firm flesh. He felt her muscles flex and release with every movement, her body a testament to her strength. He couldn't help but wonder how she had hidden this side of herself from him for so long. It was a revelation, one that had him more turned on than he had ever been.
Katie leaned back, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. "Spank me," she growled, her voice thick with desire. Harry's hand shot out without hesitation, his palm connecting with the firm flesh of her ass with a resounding crack. She yelped, the sound echoing in the shower stall, and Harry felt his cock twitch in response. He did it again, watching as her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice a low moan. Harry complied, his hand coming down with more force, leaving a red handprint on her skin. Katie's eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw herself back onto him, her hips moving faster, her pussy clenching around his cock. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him. "Fuck, Harry," she panted, her voice strained. "Yes, just like that."
With a grin that was all teeth, Harry reached around her, his arm slipping under her neck. He applied just enough pressure to cut off her air for a moment, watching as her eyes went wide with shock. But the gasp that followed was pure pleasure, her pussy spasming around him. "Like that?" he murmured, his voice a dark challenge. She nodded frantically, her nails digging into his chest.
He tightened his grip, the choke hold not quite cutting off her air but enough to make her struggle. And with every gasp, with every desperate breath she took, he drove into her harder, faster. Her breasts bounced as He rolled his hips deep into her, feeling the well defined muscles on her back press into his chest as she moaned in ecstasy. Her eyes were still locked with his in the mirror, wide with shock and pleasure, and Harry felt his own climax building like a storm inside of him, and he began to wonder if his spell would actually hold. With his other arm he snaked his way under her armpit to reach up and squeeze her left tit, eliciting a scandalous moan from the girl.
Her voice was a symphony of pleasure, each gasp and moan music to his ears as he watched her body respond to his every move. He could feel her tightening around him, her pussy pulsing as she neared her peak. "Tell me you love it," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me you love it, Katie."
Her eyes met his in the mirror, wild and desperate. "I love it," she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love it, Harry." Her words were a balm to his soul, a declaration that only served to drive him wilder. "I love it so fucking much, I've wanted you inside me everyday, every time we come into the locker rooms I want to pin you to the fucking wall and suck your dick in front of the entire team!" He tightened his grip on her throat, the pressure just enough to make her eyes go wide with shock and pleasure. The sound of her breath leaving her lungs in a rush was like a trigger, and he slammed into her with renewed vigor, his cock plunging deep inside her with every thrust. "Oh... Fuck more!" She let out a gasp for air has Harry increased his force in every thrust, her voice echoing off the shower.
Katie's moans grew louder, her cries of pleasure piercing the steamy silence of the locker room. Harry felt his own orgasm approaching, the pressure building in his balls like a volcano about to erupt. He watched her in the mirror, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her pussy was so tight around him, it was like a fist, and he knew she was close. He could feel it in the way her muscles clenched around him, in the way she was grinding back onto him, trying to get even closer.
But he didn't come. It was maddeningd his body a taut bowstring ready to snap. He wanted to watch her come again, to hear her beg for it, to feel her shudder with pleasure in his arms. So he kept going, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that had her moaning and bucking against him. He knew he was hitting the spot, the way she was moving, the way she was reacting to every touch. It was like he had a map of her body, and he was tracing every line with his cock, making sure not to miss a single sensitive area.
Her moans grew louder, more frantic, and Harry felt his own need swell in response. But he held back, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. He could see the desperation in her gaze, the need for more, and it made him want to give it to her. He reached up with one hand, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in small, tight circles, before it was quickly joined by her own hand. Katie's breath hitched, her eyes flying open in surprise. "Fuck," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "Fuck, Harry, don't stop."
Her hips began to rock back into him, her movements growing erratic as she chased her climax. Harry felt the tightness in her pussy, the way her muscles were contracting around him, and he knew she was close. He could feel it in the way her nails dug into his shoulders as she reached back to feel him, in the way her body was trembling with every stroke. It was like a dance, a rhythm that they had fallen into without even realizing it, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
"Jesus Christ Harry it's like you're growing inside me! It's so fucking thick, it feels like I'm being stretched apart oh fuck it's hitting my g-spot so fucking good!"
Her words were a symphony of pleasure and Harry felt his cock swell even more at the sound of them. She was almost sobbing with the need to come, and he wasn't far behind. His balls were tight and his cock was pulsing, but he held back, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror. He watched her face contort with pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream as he brought his hand down and began to slap at her clit with the slightest bit of force as she let out a gutteral scream, clamping her core down on his dick in ecstasy. Her body convulsed around him, her pussy spasming as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Harry felt her tighten around him, her muscles contracting like a vice, and he knew he had to pull out. He had to see this. With a groan, he withdrew, his cock glistening with her juices. And there it was, right in the middle, a giant knot that had formed from his relentless fucking. It was swollen and thick, the veins standing out like cords of rope, pulsing with his heartbeat.
"Holy shit!"
"You can fucking say that again." Katie was completely out of breath, speaking in the shallow gasps as she twitched on the floor beside him. "I've never felt that way before, that was incredible Harry!"
"No, Katie you have to see this!"
"See what?" she panted, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Wanting to show off your big powerful wand that made me scream? I'm pretty sure I've seen it already." She giggled, the sound a little breathless and utterly adorable in the aftermath of their intense encounter.
"Katie, seriously, look," Harry urged, his voice a mix of amazement and excitement. She turned her head to the side, her cheek resting on the cool tile of the shower floor, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight of his swollen cock.
"Merlin's pants, what the hell is that! Is that from that spell?" But even in the aftermath of her orgasm, she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. "Looks like you've got a bit of a... situation there, Harry," she said, her voice still hoarse from her screams of pleasure. She wiped a strand of hair from her eyes, her cheeks flushed with the heat of the moment. "Let me take care of it for you, you poor thing."
Her grin was infectious, and Harry felt a surge of affection for her. He lay back on the shower floor, his legs spread, his cock still standing tall despite the knot that had formed nearly doubling the girth around the middle of his dick. Katie leaned over him, her hair cascading down to form a curtain around them. Her breath was hot on his skin as she took his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the knot before she took him deep. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as she worked him, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she sucked and licked. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him groaning with every stroke.
But Katie wasn't satisfied with just that. She was a Gryffindor, too, after all, and she had a bit of a competitive streak. She wanted to prove she could take all of him, knot and all. So she leaned in further, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him inch by inch, her eyes watering with the effort. Harry watched in amazement as she tried to swallow him whole, his cock disappearing into her mouth until all he could see was the base, still pulsing with his heartbeat.
Her mouth was a wet, warm heaven around him, her tongue working magic on the sensitive underside of his shaft. Harry's eyes squeezed shut, his head thrown back in ecstasy as she worked him over, her hand cupping his balls and rolling them gently. He could feel his orgasm building again, the pressure in his cock growing with every passing second. "K-Katie," he managed to gasp out, his voice strained. "I'm going to come."
Her response was a muffled moan, the vibrations traveling up his length and making his toes curl. She redoubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deeper. Harry felt his balls tighten, his body tensing as he shot his load into her mouth. But instead of the relief he expected, the knot in his cock only grew larger, filling her mouth completely. He could feel her struggle, her eyes watering as she tried to breathe around his thickness. "Fuck I forgot about the spell! Oh fuck I'm coming again! I need to get my wand! I'm so sorry Katie!"
Panic set in as he realized the gravity of the situation. He reached down, his hand shaking as he tried to tug his cock out of her mouth, but it was no use. The knot had swollen even more, lodging him firmly in place. Katie's eyes were wide with surprise, her hands coming up to cup his balls as she began to moan and gag around him. "K-K-KATIE!" Harry stuttered, his voice high with fear. "You've got to... you've got to..." He reached over for his wand which was just out of the way while Katie continued to play with him, building up his pressure yet again.
Her moans grew louder, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel himself growing even harder, his orgasm reaching new heights as she worked him over. Harry's mind raced, trying to think of a spell that would shrink his cock or at least make the knot go away. But his brain was foggy with lust, the only thought that came to mind was how good it felt to be trapped in her mouth.
But then, something strange happened. As Harry's climax reached its peak, the knot in his cock began to pulse in time with his heartbeat, growing larger with every throb. He could feel it stretching her mouth, filling her throat, and she gagged slightly around him. She took a deep breath through her nose and swallowed, her throat convulsing around the thick knot.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and panic that had Harry's eyes squeezed shut. He could feel his orgasm building again, his cock swelling even more. "K-K-KATIE!" he stuttered, his voice high with fear. "I'm coming again!
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she kept her pace, breath through her nose, as she bobs down, bracing herself for the onslaught. As Harry's cock began to pulse and throb, she swallowed around the knot, feeling the hot, thick semen fill her mouth. It was like nothing she had ever tasted before, a potent mix of magic and desire that seemed to intoxicate her. Her own need grew with every drop she took, and she found herself eagerly drinking him in, her throat working to swallow everything he had to give.
The tension in Harry's body reached its peak, and the knot in his cock began to shrink, retreating back into him like a tide receding from the shore. Katie felt the pressure in her mouth lessen, and she was able to pull back slightly, letting the last of his cum shot out in thick heavy ropes to land on her face with a warm splatter. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock and a touch of fear. "What the hell was that?" she asked, her voice still a little shaky.
Harry's own voice was hoarse as he replied, "I don't know, didn't know the spell would do that!" He sat up, reaching for his wand which had fallen to the shower floor. "Let me clean us up," he said, a little shakily. He cast a few spells, and the water turned warm again, the steam billowing around them as it washed away the evidence of their encounter. He turned to face her but she shook her head with a smile.
"No, keep it on me. It tastes so good, and I love how it feels on my skin."
Her voice was still thick with lust as she climbed off of Harry, her legs trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter. She turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took in the sight of him. Her hair was a wild mess around her face, and her cheeks were flushed a dark red that matched the bruises already forming around her neck and mouth. But it was the smile that truly captured Harry's attention. It was a smile of pure, unadulterated pleasure, one that made his heart race and his cock twitch even though he had just cum more in the span of a few minutes then he had his entire life.
Katie leaned down, her soft, warm breath ghosting over his balls, and placed a gentle kiss there. The sensation was like a spark, igniting a new wave of arousal in Harry's already oversensitive body. He watched her, his eyes wide, as she traced the path of his shaft with her tongue, her movements slow and deliberate. "That was... that was fucking amazing," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words were a warm caress that sent shivers down his spine.
Climbing up Harry's body, she settled herself comfortably on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. He could feel the heat of her breath against his skin, her pulse pounding in her neck as she nestled into him. The water continued to cascade around them, their bodies slick with a mix of sweat and desire. "I never knew it could be like that," she confessed, her voice filled with wonder. Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she spoke, his heart swelling with affection and pride at her words.
They lay there for a moment, the steady beat of their hearts syncing to the rhythm of the shower. The warm water washed over them, creating a soothing cocoon of steam that seemed to wash away the world outside the locker room. Harry felt a sense of peace settle over him, a contentment that was as rare as it was profound. It was in this moment, with Katie in his arms, that he truly understood what it meant to be loved and desired. It was not something he had experienced very often, all of his previous flings in the simulation have been fairly impersonal things, bar Pansy and Hermione - but even with them there was still a layer of awkwardness.
He was aware he had thought the same thoughts after a few of his encounters before, but it kept feeling as if the bar was shifting. This, it felt real. More real than anything else, more satisfying. More substantive. Could this be what it was like if he would actually finish someone's romance quest? Would he never be able to feel this again, this feeling of euphoria and love locked behind a friendship level requirement? He pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he pulled Katie close, enjoying the feel of her warm breath on his collarbone, before planting a kiss on a non-bukkaked spot on her forehead.