Erotica Anthology #7

Magic School's Harem

#36

Magic School's Harem

A dark wizard in the making is going after the witches in his school one by one, including his cousins.

Harry Black steps into the narrow and desolate Knockturn Alley, his dark long cloak covering most of him that no one will know that it is him unless they really look. His footsteps are silent but confident, a sign that he knows just exactly where he is going. After a few turns heading away from sights, he steps into what appears to be just at the end of an alley—looks more like a dead end, really—and turns around.

As if it is already planned—or perhaps it is—a slouching figure in dirty cloak approaches him, his footing off.

“Do you have it?” The voice is dry and hoarse, as if he has not drank anything in days.

“Of course I do. I always deliver my batch on time,” comes a self-assured reply. He ramages for something inside his chest pocket under the cloak, before pulling out almost a dozen of small potion bottles.

At least they look like harmless potions at first glance, though the two know better. They are euphoria, an illegal substance which brewing has been banned by the Ministry ever since the 1800s for its often misuse. But the stuff is highly addictive, and selling it can make anyone become rich faster than they can imagine.

This is not the first time Harry has make money out of this. It has been four—or five?—months ago that he discovered the secret recipe under the discarded piles of Hogwarts library—really, of all places such a dangerous thing can be found.

He couldn’t believe his luck. He hid the piece of parchment quickly, of course, and examined the contents thoroughly afterwards once he was alone. At first he was hesitant, not wanting to get caught with such a scandalous context. The useless, untalented brother of the famous Jim Black, the boy who lived.

Just the thought of it unnerved him. He sat on the thought for a few days, before finally decided that enough was enough. He has grown tired of being the shadow of the famous Jim Black. If his brother could have a great reputation while doing nothing, then so could he! While the other brother glowed among the light, he would become radiant in the dark shadows of the night.

The list of ingredients needed for making the euphoria were not that hard to find. Most of them he could obtained by purchasing from the Apothecary, a*****e located at North Side, Diagon Alley which supplies merchanted with ingredients for potion-making, while a few others were required to be picked fresh.

It is a good thing that Harry does not like to spend money on things, so he has his share of saving from his late parents ready for use. Unlike Jim, who likes to spend his share on luxurious things such as flying brooms, like the Nimbus 2000—really, why is with people and Quidditch?—or brand new textbooks—why spend so much on books while you can save so much by using used ones?. Besides, used books sometimes have the test answers and important points written inside, most probably from the smarter, previous owner.

So during the weekend he could just go to Diagon Alley and buy them. Harry thanked his luck because it he had found it during his third year, he would have to spend extra money to pay the Weasley twins to help him buy those ingredients for him—their aunt and uncle obviously would not let them.

The fresh ingredients were more difficult to find. He could have sneaked out of his dorm and went into the Forbidden Forest to get them, but if this became a regular activity then it would have been suspicious to often be gone from his bed. So he gambled on his luck even more and took the chance to ask Professor Sylar, his potion teacher and Head of Slytherin House.

Harry likes to think that Professor Sylar favors him, but that is just because he is not bullied by him, unlike how he treats his twin brother. Although perhaps that is because Jim is in the Gryffindor House, while he is in the Slytherin House. But thankfully the professor just gave him a once over look and handed him over the permission slip.

It took Harry a couple of tries before he finally able to make a successful batch. The next step was to pack and sell the stuffs. He was not sure how he would be able to do that at first, but after circling the same spot twice, the hunched cloaked figure approached him. That was how he started this whole money-making scheme.

“Here’s your payment, as usual,” the figure hands him the money once he receives the order. They part ways in silent.

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Marie and Lust Riddle are the children of Tom and Anna Riddle. Their father used to be the professor in Hogwarts during his youth. That was how he met his wife, who was still a student back then. They started their relationship way back even then. No one knew about the details of course, because a student-teacher relationship is strictly taboo no matter what era it is.

That does not mean that the twins are unaware of how they were conceived. In fact, their parents are very opened up about their s****l activities to their daughters. Once they are old enough to know, obviously.

“Oh Anna, would you please see me before returning to your dorm?” Professor Riddle asks, a dark look glistening in his obsidian eyes. She gulps a little before complying.

“Yes, Professor Riddle.”

Later on that day, on her way to see him, she finds herself being pulled into the dark by strange hands. Anna is about to yelp a scream out of shock, before a mouth captures and devour her into a strong, passionate kiss.

It does not take long before Professor Riddle breaks the kiss and bends her down on his table. His fingers work quick. In one swift move, he lifts her skirt, revealing a pantiless schoolgirl. He pushes his fully erect c**k inside her folds, causing her to gasp out of the fullness he instigate on her.

His c**k fills her up all the way to her womb, making her moan and her passage wet with lust.

“More,” she pleads in a whimper.

“What’s that, you slut? You want me to f**k you hard like the w***e you are? Fill you up with my seed?”

“Yes, yes! Please, Master. f**k me! Use me! I am your w***e!”

“Wise words from a wise w***e. Now, open up.”

A shadow suddenly move from the dark, making her flinch in surprise. When the person walks closer, she realizes that he looks just like her Professor Riddle. And he is naked.

He tries to put his c**k in her mouth, but she keeps dodging him.

Frustrated, he yells at her. “Open up, you ungrateful slut!”

“No! I don’t want to serve anyone else! I only serve the Master!” she cries out loud.

“Oh you silly girl, of course that’s also me. You remember when I told you about the duplication spell? This is a copy of me. His memory is my memory. His thoughts are mine. And right now, the both of me want to f**k you thoroughly so bad, you’d never be able to live without our c***s, or want anyone else’s. Now be a good slut that you are and suck mine cock.”

She finally opens her lovely little mouth and begins sucking on her lover’s c**k—his duplicate, at least. But the two are the same, and when she twirls her tongue in the way he loves so much, he explodes in her—from both ends at the same time.

But of course, none of him is done with her yet. They continue on f*****g her violently, thrusting in and out of her delicate passages in the way that will tear her up if not careful. But even when he is rough with her, she still loves it. The pleasure. The pain. She will take it all in, as long as it is from him.

When they are done and exhausted, as per usual a trail of fresh blood leak from between her legs, mixed with his and her fluids. She loves the sight of it. It turns her own even more, even though she is too exhausted to f**k or get f****d by him again. It reminds her of her first time, when he took her virginity and exposed her to the world of adultery. She loves the way his c**k make her feel. He is such a skillful lover, always making her c*m even when he is fucker her for his own pleasure. They are a great fit together, complimenting each other.

After a few hours of rest, he goes back to f*****g her. This time, she is pressed against a wall, while he enters her repeatedly in angry slaps from behind. The head of his c**k hits her womb every time, and she struggles hard to control herself from cumming so fast against his force. The feel of his c**k against her walls are even so good, her body shakes with excitement.

“Yes, that’s right. Take it, you little slut!” He hammers her from behind, causing her to squirt so hard, she collapse against him. He is not done yet, though. He f***s her as he rides out her cumming minutes before he loses himself inside her and fills her up with hot jets of white c*m. His seed spread so hard and far into her, she is sure that she will be pregnant this time, anti-pregnancy charm or not.

On the next round, both him and his copy f**k her from v****a to ass at the same time. They twist the angle of their c***s inside her while the pound, making her c*m not only once or twice, but eight times during. At the end of all this, she is so exhausted she does not think she can take getting f****d anymore. Well, at least not for the rest of the day. Her v****a and asshole are so sore, she is afraid they might saag from how harsh he f****d her.

Their parents’ story truly inspired the twins to find their match. To them, their parents are their heroes.

The twins share everything. From favorite food to favorite vacation spots. They of course also share the same taste in men—or boy, in particular.

And Harry Black is his name.

They can not wait for the naughty things they will do to him. Or what he will do to them.

Sniggering at the thought, the twins waltz pass the hallway of Hogwarts, unaware of the intense stare of one bespectacled boy.

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It is during a weekday, when classes are over and students are heading to the Great Hall for dinner, that one of the Riddle twins approach Harry. He is sceptical for a moment, since her social status is that of much higher than his, and people like her do not come to people like him unless they want something from him.

“Hello, Harry Black. My name is Lust Riddle. Why don’t we have a chat somewhere private?” Her tone is as sweet as honey and her smile is even sweeter, but beneath all this kindness something dark and sinister is hidden.

“That’s nice of you, I think I have to go—”

“That was not a request,” comes a cold reply cutting him off.

Running out of choice, he follows her. She leads him to a less crowded area and into an empty classroom.

“So, what do you want to talk about—”

She silences him once again, this time with a kiss so forceful and passionate, any straight guy will not be able to resist. And as hard as Harry hate to admit it, he is not an exception. Lust Riddle is an excellent kisser, and there is no merit for him to refuse her advances. The questions is, why?

She takes his tongue and swirls around his while her hand rest against the hardening bulge in his pants, causing him to groan and her to chuckle in amazement. She has been wanting to do this for a while now, there is no doubt. But when a pair of hands grab her by the shoulders and pushes her away—with hard difficulty, no doubt. But still, why?

“I don’t know why you do this, but I know that you probably want something in return,” he accused her.

Lust’s eyes leer on the hardness that is trapped in his pants, causing him to blush, and she smiles back triumphantly at him. “Oh, what might have given you the idea, Mr. Black?”

“Because people like you don’t talk to people like me,” he replies straight away.

“And what, pray tell, do you think people like me do?”

“They crush people like me down with rumors and blackmails.”

“But I don’t have any intentions for rumors or blackmails on you. As you have already know, I am only interested in one thing.” She brushes the hardening c**k underneath her palm as emphasys, causing him to gasp and his breath to hitch. “Don’t you want to f**k me? My passage feels excellent, I can guarantee,” she whispers naughtily to his ear, causing goosebumps to break out.

Harry tries hard to gain control of his voice. “That’s sounds like a generous offer, but what makes you think I want to f**k you?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she pretends, her voice turning sultrier than it already is. “Maybe it’s because of how hard I turned you one, I can practically make you c*m in your pants with my naughty words. Maybe it’s because I’m horny as f**k, and I want to ride out your c**k, bound and gagged or not, if I have to. Maybe it’s because I know that you’ve been secretly selling illegal potions in Knockturn Alley and get tons of money from it.”

At the last part, Harry turns warry and out of instinct, he violently grabs her neck and chokes her hard on the spot. He watches her as her depthless silver eyes go widen in shock, her breath hitch and her chest falls up and down harshly, struggling to inhale oxygen.

The anger is evidently oozing off of him. She has touched a topic which is forbidden to be spoken of, and she is suffering the consequences. But it will be such a waste to kill her. An idea suddenly occurs to him, followed by a sinister smirk. Now it is time for Harry to smile triumphantly down at her.

The girl will learn not to mess with him.

The hand that is choking her neck is suddenly removed, allowing her to finally breathe. She coughs and inhales as much oxygen as possible greedily, but he does not allow her body to take a break much.

Lust feels a pair of hands abruptly pulling her down against a nearby table, her big breasts colliding against the hard cold surface of the table, naturally drawing a shriek coming out of her mouth. The hands proceed to lifting her skirt, exposing cool air to her inner thighs and revealing her very wet, very red G-string.

Of course. Somehow, Harry knows that she is the type to be wearing this kind of underwear. He does not waste time, using his finger to brush against her folds through the fabric, drawing out pleasured moans from the girl underneath.

He toys with her folds in an elaborately teasing manner, making her even wetter by brushing her inner folds. He earns himself an audible gasps when he captures her pebble, making her squirms violently against the table with just the right touch. Now using both hands, one is toying with her pebble while the other is teasing her folds, pushing in and out through the fabric.

And he has not even touched her yet.

Oh, how she wishes he will just get over it and rip her panties already. She wants him to f**k her senseless, only to wake her up and use her again. But if this goes one, at this rate she will c*m even before he strips her bare. Oh, how she wants to feel his skin on her body. He has not touched her yet, only through the fabric of her panty, but he is already turning her into a hot mess.

Going from murderous to sexy…. Her brain is starting to turn to mush just by the thought. And with him touching her without really touching her…. it is driving her crazy.

Then she starts to push herself against him, provoking him to touch her. “Come on, just f**k me already,” her body gesture says it all.

“Oh, I’ll f**k you, alright. You’re not getting away so easily after what you did.” His tone is cold, but it somehow turns her own even more. Now her breathing is even heavier compared to when he was choking her. She is so turned on that the only thing she can do is turn to give him the look of pleading surrender.

He sees the look in her eyes, and the first thing that comes to his mind is that…. She looks like a slave. The thought somehow pleases him, and he hooks his finger around her the crotch of her panty, his knuckle going against her folds, ripping the piece of fabric away.

He takes his time in admiring her private. She is spotless, free of pubic hair that might block him from the view, which he finds is pleasing. She must have been prepared for this encounter tonight. And the second thing he notices is just how wet she is that her skin is glistening with her sticky fluid.

One finger in. One becomes two. Then three. He brushes her folds and into the tight ring muscles of her. He takes is time in exploring her tight passage, while Lust turns and trusts under him.

His fingers feels so good. His fingers feels so good! His fingers feels so good!!! Her mind runs wild, anticipating which part of hers will he touch next.

Harry picks up the pace of his fingers, going in and out of her faster, trying to ride her into a climax. Lust moans in gratitude, welcoming his gestures by pushing back to meet his thrust.

That’s it. She is close. Oh, she is so close! Just a little bit more and she’ll—

But then he suddenly stops and pulls his fingers out from her v****a, causing her to whimper in disappointment. That does not last long because she can hear a rustling of a zipper followed up, before something hot and hard is being pressed against her entrance.

Lust bends her body to see him out of instinct, but he pushes her back down against the table.

“If you want me, be still and be a good bitch.” Harry tries not to curse in public, but at this moment the usage seems appropriate, and he looks the sound of her being his b***h. And she even takes order like one too, following his instruction despite her wishes and places herself back against the table surface.

Deciding to reward her good behaviour, he starts pushing in.

Lust begins to shiver in pleasure when the head of his c**k begins entering her. She can feel every inch of him as he pushes himself into her tight, wet passage. It is not just her that is unable to control her body. She can feel that he too is struggling to control himself. His body shakes, vibrating to hers, and it is causing the friction of his c**k against her walls, making the progress even more enjoyable.

Once he manages to get the head of his c**k in, he suddenly grabs her waist and slams the rest of his length into her, hitting the womb and causing her to squirt a little bit of her c*m. He too slipped a little, not expecting the sensation of being wrapped inside a girl to be so overwhelming.

Every inch of her skin against every inch of his skin, clenching and flushing hard against one another. It is the perfect synchronization.

They stay like that for a while, before Harry starts going in and out of her in a steady rate. He will pulls himself out just until the tip of his c**k, before slamming right back in, going all the way to the hilt, hitting her womb every time he does.

None of them knows how they are still able to control themselves from climaxing right there and then every time he does that, but they somehow manage. Both of them are obviously skillful in s*x. Lust can twirl her hips to meet his increasing thrusting, while Harry always knows which angle he needs to take to make it even more pleasurable for both of them.

It does not take long before the two of them are nearing their climax. Harry suddenly grabs her by the waist tightly and starts pumping in and out of her much faster than before, that the only sounds that fills up the empty dark room is the sound of two flesh slapping against one another and their hoarse breathing.

Lust knows better than to speak up, especially when Harry appears to be in his dangerous mode, but she just can’t hold it on anymore. Dirty talk is part of the appeal. “Oh, I’m so close! Yes, f**k me. f**k me harder! Use me! Harder! Faster!”

Annoyed by her, Harry pulls out just at the last minute, causing her to stifle a cry at the suddenly lost and an unbearable feeling of emptiness. He climaxes then, shooting jets of white fluids on her back and on her ass. He has a nice ass, he thoughts briefly.

He must admit that he likes the sight of his dripping c*m on her. One stray trail of c*m leak and fall down in between the crack of her ass and slip against her still wet folds.

Lust feels completely disappointed that he didn’t finish inside her, leaving her hanging while she is still high.

“Why did you do that?” she asks in a girth teeth, looking like an angry wild cat.

“It won’t be a punishment if I make you come now, will it?” He flashes her a dark look, causing her heart to skip even though she is still angry with him. “But don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. And if you want to even be remotely close to a climax, don’t even think about touching yourself. You can only c*m by me.”

He grabs her hand which is inching closer to her s*x, taking the other hand and holding them in place behind her back. He starts playing with her s*x again, fingering her wet p***y and making her sing with moans of pleasure. He retrieves his fingers and raises his hand to her eye level. Lust understands the gesture and opens her mouth, licking and sucking his fingers clean as she tastes herself.

Once she has sucked his fingers clean, he rubs his fingers on her back, scooping his fluids along the way. She must admit that the feel of his fingers on her back brings her a different kind of pleasure. She is almost sad when he lifts his fingers way too soon, but is still happy to suck them, tasting his fluid this time.

His c**k finally hardens again. This time, he takes her by the ass, f*****g her missionary style, ironically. She does not understand why he choose this particular position, much because it is harder to gain access to that particular area, but he manages somehow, enter her again and again in precise aim, his inner thighs colliding against hers every time they meet.

He looks down on her with such an intense hard stare that it makes her hard to breathe. There is something dark in him, she can tell. He wants to see her in pain, and he achieves so every time he goes in and out of her ass. He does not even use lubricant. Not that she minds. The pain is also part of the pleasure.

She and her sister did not choose wrong. He is exactly the kind of lover they are looking for. But after tasting him first hand—in more ways than one—will she be able to share him with her?

Harry cums for the second time that evening, shooting hot jets into her very tight asshole. The girl underneath him squirms in delight, finally coming down to her own climax as well. Her skin is still tingling all over when he gets dressed and leaves the room.

“Not even a goodbye. How cold,” she grunts under her breathe. She stands up after she has gathered her strength, but even then her knees buckles and she lands on the floor with her knees, her still naked s*x exposed to the cold air. It takes her a while to get back on her own two feet, before cleaning herself up with a quick whip of “Scourgify”.

Her panties were ripped, so she can’t wear it anymore. Not that she can find it. Maybe he has taken it while she was still weak and tired from getting f****d? It won’t be funny if some other pervert found it and keep it as a souvenir to be sniffed.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to go commando tonight,” she brushes it off without care and continuous on her evening like nothing happened.

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The next day, Harry finds himself back again with the Riddle girl. This time, she begins by lifting off her skirt, only to expose a very bare p***y right in front of him, giving a front row seat of the show.

“Oh, forgive me. I still couldn’t find that red panty, so I had to go around like this since yesterday.” Her tone does not sound apologetic at all. In fact, she seems rather too happy with her so called current predicament.

“You don’t seem that upset at all,” he brushes her off, surprising himself by how much he is not bothered by the provocative show she is giving to him.

“Maybe you should punish me,” she says, adding fire to the oil.

“Alright then. Get on your knees and crawl to me.” His order sounds like he is giving her a privilege or something. The girl, upon hearing this, becomes more than happy to comply.

Just like the day before, he has the girl lying on top of a table, her legs spread wide for him. He f***s her just as hard, and she appears to be more than just happy to be the receiving end of his vigor.

He does not know why, but something feels different about her today. He tries to recall what seems to have changed about her, but finds nothing. Same hair style. Same silver eyes and sultry voice. Until his eyes land on the spot in her inner thigh, where he finds a mole on the skin there. Was that there yesterday? He can’t recall. Is it possible to get one overnight? Can be. But that is not all about her that feels different. Unless, she is—

He abruptly stops thrusting into her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks innocently, too dazed by the overwhelming rush of passion.

“You’re not Lust,” he accuses, right to the point.

So he has finally caught on. He is not as stupid as his twin apparently, as it turns out. A devilish smirk spreads across her face.

“I never said I am.”

“Then why did you pretend to be your sister, Marie?” He hisses in despise, despite the fact that he is still inside her. The sudden tension makes him feel harder for some reasons, and it is creating more tightness inside her passage. If this continues on, he might just rip her opening.

“Oh my my, don’t be harsh.” She is trying hard not to let her control slip, sweat covering all over her body, heating up underneath her uniform. “It’s not a big deal, really! My sister and I had an agreement. We share the same taste, even with men. Or in particular, you. So we thought, I don’t we just share you? We didn’t thought that you’d find out so quickly, though. We thought we might fool you for a little bit longer, just for fun.”

“Well, I don’t like being make fun off.” His dangerous tone causes shiver to break out from her.

“Come on, Harry. Where’s your sense of adventure?” The girl plays with his tie, twirling it in her little finger. “Don’t tell me that you don’t want to have me too?” Marie bucks her hips, causing friction on where they stay connected. She can feel his c**k twitching inside her, making her even wetter than she already is.

Finally succumbing to his libido, Harry ignores the girl and resumes on f*****g her. He grabs her hips with both hands and rams his hardness into her, earning a startled cry. He pulls out and slams back in, repeatedly in a quick pace.

It does not take long to reach their climax. The closer they are, the faster he pumps into her.

Marie comes first, Her breath is knocked out of her lungs when she reaches it.

Harry pulls out immediately, still controlling himself. In one swift move, he moves his c**k from inside her p***y to her mouth, gagging her instantly by his hard length. Her protest is blocked by the sudden intrusion, causing vibration to travel to his d**k. That is all he can take before he explodes, shooting his c*m straight into her mouth.

Marie coughs, struggling to breathe while swallowing as much as as she can. His seed tastes salty on her tongue. But he is cumming too fast and she just can’t catch up, making some of the white fluid escape from her mouth. Some of it trail down her neck and in between her bare breasts. It is soon become apparent that she has become an utter mess.

He must admit, the sight of it makes him hard again. He grabs both of her breasts out of spite, squeezing them hard and making her frowns in slight pain.

“Rule number one in becoming my b***h: You have to be into pain.”

“I’ll be your anything.” At this moment, her mind is just too cloudy to think of anything much. She will do whatever it is he asks, as long as she gets thoroughly f****d in the end. And this is not everything yet. She wants more. She is still thirty.

Crawling down from the desk and still on her knees, Marie grabs hold of his now semi-flaccid c**k with her petite hands and behinds licking off the head.

Damn! Even her tongue and lips are petite. Harry can not help but admire the petite beauty that is currently sucking him off.

She will lick off any beads forming on his c**k, before sucking the skin thoroughly, leaving a trail of saliva from his c**k to her mouth every time she does so. She must be a messy eater. At one point, she manages to get c*m on her cheeks. Another time, some of his c*m somehow lands on her round breasts while she continues to suck him off, seemingly oblivious to how hard she is causing him to be now.

Her sucking him, and combined with her stated of dress—wearing his c*m on her body—causing him to become really hard again.

Harry pulls her up and pushes her side against the wall, lifting one leg high up to get more access of her. He plunges himself into her, finding her tight passage already extremely wet, making it easy for him to slip in. The angle he puts himself into manages to brush all the sensitive nerves inside her, making her squeals with delight.

The sound annoys him for some reasons, so he puts his hand on her mouth as he f***s her. He will pull out until just the tip of his c**k is still inside the tight muscle rings of her p***y, before plunging right back in, hitting her G-spot. She cums a little every time he does that, moving inside her agonizingly slow.

All she wants is for him to just move faster, to make her feel so good again. But she knows that he likes to play with punishments, so she lets him. She will be a good girl to receive his prize.

They are at it for what seems like hours. Pulling and slamming back in. A little burst of sticky wetness glistened her p***y. Harry notices that and decides to pull back all the away, causing her to moan a cry by the sudden emptiness. He then rubs the head of his c**k against her glistening wetness, before rubbing the rest of his length on it, causing his c**k to rub against the opening of her p***y.

Marie can not take on this torture anymore. He just feels so good against her s*x, but she wants nothing more that to feel him all the way inside her p***y.

“Please…. I need you in me. Please f**k me, Harry. f**k me hard,” she moans weakly, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt out of desperation, wrinkling the fabric.

“Time for a test. Get on your knees. I want to see just how flexible you are. Then I might consider keep you.” She does as she is told. “Hands on the floor. Raise your ass as high as you can.” She follows his instruction to the dot, even though her brain screams nothing more than to get f****d like a w***e.

He enters her p***y from behind, going in and out in a slow but steady rate. It does not take long for him to speed up the agonizing process. Every time he goes in, he makes sure to hit her womb, melting her brain to a mush. She moans happily as he f***s her like an animal. In, out, in, out, in, out. Every time he slams into her, his balls somehow manages to hit her c******s, making her c*m little by little.

She loses herself when he once again hits her G-spot, this time much harder than before. The act seems elaborate. She cums hard, a scream of pleasure vibrating from her throat in a delicious sound, while her p***y clings tightly around his p***s. The act triggers him to c*m hard, shooting his seed right into her waiting womb.

Harry groans in satisfaction as he empties inside into her. He waits for a few moments to let his seed settles in inside her, before pulling out. A gush of white fluids escape from her stretched p***y lips, forming a pool in between her spreaded legs.

He dresses and cleans himself up in silent before leaving, but not before she manages to grabs him by the ankle, still sprayed on the floor and too tired to get up.

“Wait,” her voice is sore from screaming so much. “Did I pass the test?”

He gives her a devilish smirk. “Lick yourself clean, and you’ll make yourself my favorite.”

Despite being tired as hell from being thoroughly f****d by him, Marie still feels encouraged to fulfill his wishes. He sits and watches as she bends herself forward in awkward positions, her tongue mostly dangling on the air, trying to graze against her own p***y. Marie eventually manages to do so, though only managing a few messy but successful licks. Harry claps, as if watching a show. He gestures for her to crawl to him, in which she follows. In the end, he pats her on the head, causing a genuine smile to spread across her child-like features.

“Good w***e. Now rest,” he gives one last order. She rests her head on his lap, and they spend a few hours like that, before curfew starts and they have to return to their own dorms.

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Sin Lestrange is the daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. Being raised strictly to become the noble lady that her parents expects her to be can turn into an overwhelming life, at times. In the other hand, she pities those who fail to live up to the standards of nobility, of failing to bring pride to their pureblooded ancient house.

Although she must admit, she envies those cousins of hers, Jim and Harry Black. They are born half-blooded, so wizards and witches do not expect much coming from them, especially that Harry Black.

Since his twin brother, Jim, gets all the attentions in the spotlight, people pretty much give him a free pass for being the boy who lived. But Harry! That boy has it even better, and he doesn’t even know it! Since he is not even remotely as well-known as his brother, no one even expects him to always act proper all the time!

He doesn’t have to make sure that he sits back straight every time he is in public. Or make sure that he is always dressed properly, without a single stitch out of line. Not that he doesn’t, but at least people does not have such high expectation on him. Unlike her. Sometimes she wishes that her parents will let loose for a while, and just let her breath.

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Sin can not remember much of what happened that day. She only knows that her head is killing her, and something tingling the senses of her s*x. She feels extremely dizzy, almost drunk-like. And when she opens her eyes, she can not believe the sight she is seeing.

She must be dreaming, decides—a good dream or a bad dream, she is not sure yet. What she sees is beyond perplexing.

There, kneeling between her legs, pushing his thumb in and out of her embarrassingly wet p***y, is none other than Harry Black.

Her cousin!

He is still pumping his thumb in and out of her, completely oblivious to her newly regained consciousness. His eyes are set on what is exposed in between her legs, his expression way too concentrated it almost seems like as if he is looking at a piece of art.

One of his hand is resting on her lower tight, supporting her weight. Sin’s heartbeat goes up as she watches him pleasuring her. Her muscle ring tightens and spasms every time he strokes the right angle.

It is in this closeness that she realizes just how long his eyelashes are. His skin is smooth and clear from blemishes. And his lips are so pink…. She wonders what they will feel like closed around her s*x.

Finally noticing the change of pattern in her breathing, Harry looks up and stares right into her eyes. Sin gulps and swallows heavily. His dark eyes follow closely at the motion, making her even more nervous than she already am.

Snap out of it! She orders herself.

“Wh-wha-what…. Just what do you think you are doing?” she manages to scream at him. She quickly tries to move away from him, but finds herself back against something hard and comfy. Her movement causes the thumb inside her to bump harder, making her almost c*m right then and there. She tries to pull her s*x apart from his touch—even though he feels so good insider her—but Harry pulls her down and forcefully makes her stay on the spot. “No! Stop!” she cries out as he inserts more fingers inside her, causing more of her juice to spill out.

Harry eventually draws his fingers off of her, bringing his fingers to her face and slowly licking the sweet juices of him hand, all the way making sure that the girl watches him closely.

The act causing embarrassment and anger to flood her emotions. “Release me, you half-blooded bastard!” she lets out a powerful scream. This time, he complies. He removes his touches off from her body with such a straight face, she wonders what in the world is he thinking.

“Now answer me straight. Why are you here and how did you manage to get to me?”

“Oh, you mean you don’t remember?” a sly smirk appears on his face, which seems to strange and out of character of him. She has never seen him smile. The complexion looks odd to her.

“Answer me straight, Black!” she griths her teeth, irritated by his tone of voice. Just who does he thinks he is to speak to her in this manner. Even though they are still closely related by blood, they do not interact much. She will not allow him to treat her in this manner.

“Don’t be a stranger, Sin. Your mother was born a Black, too,” he says, putting his hands in his pants pockets.

“Stop stalling and tell me what happened.”

“There was a party hosted in the Slytherin common room. I was just minding my own business when I found you lied on the floor drunk. You saw me and dragged me up to your room, which was how we ended up in here. You begged—no, ordered me to f**k you. I said no, since you’re still my cousin. But the drunk you were very persistent. You even managed to gave my balls a great massage before I came on your face.”

He sees her face grimaced in horror as blood starts to drain from her face, though he is unsure if it is because of the s****l act or the fact that she was the one who started to initiate the act of touching her own cousin. Or maybe both.

“You talked a lot when you were drunk also, saying stuffs like how unfair it was to your and how you envied me for not being pressured by the family to always act prim and proper. Like I don’t get enough of exclusion from my life already. At least you’re lucking that you’re not the unwanted twin to your infamous brother. It only took two minutes to make all the difference of an entire lifetime.” There is a hint of hatred that escapes from his tone as he speaks of his twin brother, The Boy Who Lived, Jim Black.

Sin Lestrange has a horror look plastered on her face as she hears him unfolds the story of how she got drunk and practically begging him to f**k her. He does not seem to notice it, but the sight does not escape from the corner of her eyes as a bulky tent is forming in his pants, showcasing just how hard he is as he talks about her touching him. How did she manage to voluntarily did such an improper act?

“Lies! That can’t be! I would never do such a thing, drunk or not.”

“Then why don’t you get a vial and I’ll give you the memory? Between our families, I am sure that one of us has a pensieve lying around somewhere.” Though he has not really got the pleasure of using one just yet. He is still working on getting his hands on that. Although . . . . Harry lingers his eyes on the half-naked girl laid in front of him. He might just be getting his ticket straight into one.

“How would I know if you’re not just gonna trick me?”

“Oh, so you’re aware that there’s a loophole?” Interesting. The girl is even smarter than he assumed. He smirks at the thought.

Sin throws a furious glare at his direction, her amber eyes glow in the dark. He can sense a wave of magic that comes with the strength of her emotions, and he welcomes it with open arms. His own blue orbs blaze carefully, as if challenging her in silence.

He likes the way she looks when she is angry. He almost can not decide which is more attractive; the look she gave him when she was begging him to f**k her while she is on her knees, or the fierce upfront she is displaying right now.

“Well, I don’t really care if you’ll believe me or not. I got a taste of you, and that’s all that matters.”

“Really? Are you sure about that?” Now she is the one that is challenging him. He finds that he does not hate that either. The commanding look on her face makes her look beautifully breathtaking.... Almost as breathtaking as when the shocked look he can make her do when he will f**k her dry while struggling for dominance. Yes, he will like that very much.

“Why? Changing your mind so quickly? Are you inviting me for more?” He narrows his eyes to her legs, where they are still spread wide open, her skirt lifted up to her stomach by him. He gets the perfect view of her p***y lips, so pink and soft and neatly shaven. The longer he stares, the hungrier he becomes. Harry swallows audibly, his adam’s apple bobs as he does.

However, the next words that comes out of her mouth are unpleasant to the ears. “As if!”

“Then why are you still displaying yourself to me?” he counters back.

Sin tries to figure out what the heck the boy is talking about, when she follows the line of his staring and finds herself still exposed. She quickly hides herself, rearranging her skirt back and closing her knees. She tries to find her underwear. Perhaps it lands somewhere on the floor, but she can not see it. “Damn it!” she curses under her breathe.

She approaches the bed, across her panty drawer, unconsciously bending over. Harry gets another perfect view of her lovely p***y, this time from a different angle. He teasing is tempting enough that he decides to attempt another go at her.

A yelp of surprise escapes from her lips when Sin finds herself being pushed none-too-gently to the bed. She turns around and finds Harry climbing on top of her bed, crawling towards her like a predator. Her leg swings back to kick him, but he catches her in a strong grip ever so effortlessly. He is much stronger than she thought, and he does not waste time to whisper a wandless full body-binding curse on her.

“Petrificus Totalus.”

Never has a spell ever been casted so sensually. She hates to admit it, but even the dark look on his face makes her nervous. There is something about the way this Harry that moves and speaks much more confidently compared to the version who blends in the shadows under the public’s eyes.

All of her muscles go stiff, and she can not do anything as he pulls her body towards his and bends her to his liking. First he spreads her legs wide, placing himself in between her thighs. Then he mutters another spell, this time to make her clothes disappears piece by piece.

“Evanesco.”

Her skirt disappears, allowing her bottom half to be laid bare before him completely. He touches the fabric of her shirt next, muttering the same spell. The material disappears in a second. He places his fingers on her bra, softly toying with her breasts, causing her breath to hitch. And although he finds it enjoyable, he would rather see the flesh underneath much more. So he makes that object disappears too, this time without even muttering a single syllable.

Sin’s mind becomes side-tracked while he undresses the rest of her clothing, when she takes notice just how powerful he actually is. He can do wandless magic, and he can even do nonverbal spells. Just what else can he do. What is the limit of Harry Black’s magic? Just how often has he used these spells until he became so acquainted to it? How many girls has he f**k before?

The thought of him doing the same thing, seducing them as he is seducing her, makes her even more angry—this time rearing with a nasty hint of jealousy. If he wants her, he should just f**k her only. His c**k is hers, and his heart also. But somehow she knows that she can not satisfied her alone, and it saddens her for a split second, before she snaps herself out of these thoughts. Why does she want her cousin, anyway? There are still so many more boys who would more than love to have her in their beds and in their hearts. Sin is a looker, and she knows it.

All thoughts fly out of the window when he thrusted his hot root into her v****a. Sin lets out a stiffle of cry, not prepared for his size. His c**k is fully erected, but she feels like he is f*****g her with a Beater’s bat than with his c**k. That is just how big and full he makes her feel.

Posing her body as he pleases, he wraps her legs around his waist and holds her around the waist, making her move up and down as his c**k plunge and sink into her waiting v****a repeated. He groans at the lovely sensation her inside walls are giving to him. He more he picks up the pace, the more heavenly it feels.

Whether she likes it or not, pleasure is building up in her stomach. She shakes and withers under him as his huge c**k rams in and out of her entrance. Her muscles aches all over despite the body-binding curse, especially near the vaginal area. His presence is just so big and dominating, he is stretching her much further than she has ever been before. This feels just like when she was still a virgin.

She can not escape from his touch. Every inch of his skin bares the invincible marks of his ownership towards her body. She wants to hate it, but every time he moves or touches something new, she feels butterflies in her stomach. She cums once when he hit her G-spot, then another when he circles his skillful thumb on her c******s. She makes her third cumming when his other hand starts playing with his butthole. All the while, he has not allow himself to c*m even once, showing great control and stamina.

Sin eventually caves into his advances. Harry releases the curse on her body, though his eyes still spell caution to her. She moves carefully, caressing the wonderfully crafted of his chiseled chest and abs. Despite his age, he is starting to show the start of an incredible muscle growth towards adulthood. Seriously, is he even fourteen? Just what else is he hiding?

Harry groans when he touches his chest softly. Her delicate hands feel good on his skin. If he knew just how good she feels, he would have removed the curse sooner.

When he knows that he is almost close, he starts pounding into her in incredible speed. She moans loudly every time he hits her all the way to the hilt. Sweat starts to cover their entire body, forming more and more and making their skin glisten under the dim lighting.

His c*m his her womb in powerful hot jets. He cums so much that it starts to leak even before he is done cumming. White substance leaks in between her p***y lips. The sight was all it takes to make cause her undone. She cums for the fourth time in a row, her inner muscles clenching into him, milking more of his c*m into her womb. By the time he is done, she does not even want to pull away. No, she refuses to. He feels so good inside her, she does not even care that he is forbidden or the fact that she does not like his personality.

That night, he proofs to her just how much is the limit of his stamina. He f***s her in the ass and the mouth—both act ends with him cumming hard into her after he makes her cums at least three times. By the end of the day, they are both so exhausted that they collapse on top of each other, c*m and sweat cover all over their bodies.

And in the morning after that, Sin wakes up sore and dirty. Harry is still there, and his root is still hot and hard against her tight.

“Seriously, still? After last night?” is all she says, which only makes him chuckles.

He f***s her against the bedhead, on top of her table, and against the walls of the showers—all in the span of three hours. Good thing it’s a Sunday, or they will be punished for being late to class.

They finally get out of her bedroom for lunch, and even that is not her room, as she later discovers. They were inside the Room of Requirement this whole time. No wonder none of her roommates has walked in on them yet. She can not believe that she has become this careless over s*x—albeit a very good, incredible s*x, but still. To lose control of herself over a boy, especially someone three younger than her.