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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 It felt so strange to Rogue to feel Jean’s tongue in her mouth dancing with her own, but it also felt so nice especially feeling her body pressing and rubbing against her own. Their breasts were rubbing against each other, their hard nipples being pressed into the flesh of each other. She couldn’t believe she was getting into this but after Scott she was still on a nice orgasmic high and she felt herself working herself up again. The soft skin of another girl was not like the hard body of Scott’s, it was different but not all together unpleasant. Jean slowly started to caress Rogue’s breasts under her, it was a unique feeling groping another woman’s breasts but kind of nice, she would prefer this was Scott but this was still nice. Jean had been wondering what it would be like with the girl. She had seen the porn that Scott thought he had hidden in his laptop. She had found it by accident and was not surprised that he had it, or a few that showed girl on girl action or threesomes. It was that, that got Jean thinking about what it would be like, and Rogue was an attractive woman and who seemed to be willing to experiment as well.    Jean placed one of her legs between Rogue’s legs and started to rub it against her pussy. She moaned into her mouth at that and Rogue decided to take the next action as she positioned themselves on their sides with Jean’s leg still between her legs but now Rogue shifted herself and took one of Jean’s breasts in her mouth. “Oh that feels nice Rogue.” Jean said as she leaned her head back as the slightly younger woman started to suck her nipple.  Rogue wasn’t sure how to please another woman but she DID know how to please herself and since they shared the same ‘equipment’ , Rogue figured she could do this. She sucked on Jean’s nipple playing with it with her tongue, as she felt up her other breast and used her other hand on Jean’s ass. Jean moaned in pleasure as she ran her hands through Rogue’s hair arching her back to press her breast more into Rogue’s mouth and tried to concentrate on rubbing her leg against Rogue’s cunt. Rogue then bit the nipple a little and pulled on it gently, she heard Jean gasped and cry out a bit and while still pulling on it slightly ran her tongue against it then let go of it. She kissed it gently and Jean moaned again. Rogue had to admit she was actually starting to enjoy this and then Jean’s leg was removed. She whimpered in protest but then felt two of the red head’s slender fingers enter her and started to simulate her. “Oh yes.” Rogue said in a husky tone as she went to work on Jean’s other breast. She felt Jean’s fingers probe her inner depths and also slowly expanding the fingertips stretching her inner walls causing the sweaty Goth to moan on the breast she was pleasuring which was just fine with Jean since the moaning increased the pleasure she was getting from it. Slowly Jean removed her fingertips after a moment that made a slight protest from Rogue but Jean just smiled and placed Rogue on her back. “Now we get to the more interesting part,” She told her and then Jean turned around and placed her pussy over Rogue’s mouth as Jean started to eat Rogue out. She gasped when she felt Jean’s tongue enter her nether lips. It felt just as good as with Scott had done it to her. “Oh god Jean,” She panted out and decided to returned the favour. She started to caress Jean’s ass with her pale hands and then timidly licked her slit. She heard a slight moan form Jean and decided to go deeper as she felt Jean going into her more. Scott was on the edge of the bed seeing his girlfriend and friend in the 69 position eating each other out. It was incredibly erotic and couldn’t help but stare at the scene as the two women were going at it like love started lesbians as they were really starting to enjoy it. Jean had pulled Rogue’s lips apart with her fingers as she nibbled in her clit and started to finger Rogue with two fingers. Rogue was now grabbing Jean’s ass as she tried to swirl her tongue around Jean’s pussy on the pinkish flesh, sometimes going for the clit and other times probing deep inside her with her tongue. She started sucking on the clit and by now both women were grinding and humping their hips into the faces of the others as each one was moaning. Then Jean took her head off Rogue’s pussy and started to cry out in passion as she was close to an orgasm. “Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, I’m, I’m almost….OH GOOOOODDDDD!” Jean shouted out as she came while still using her fingers inside Rogue.   Jean could hear the slick and wet slurping sound her fingers made inside of Rogue. She was wet from arousal and from the previous orgasm. Rogue’s face was then covered in Jean’s juices as they flowed out of her, she was surprised by this and suddenly her own orgasm hit her as her walls closed around Jean’s fingers, as she cried out a guttural sound into Jean’s pussy.  Both girls were panting for breath and Jean took out her fingers and tasted Rogue’s juices. She slowly got off the panting Rogue who was kind of in a haze at the moment, she had just had two powerful orgasms and she was still processing what just happened. A part of her couldn’t believe Scott and then Jean had just fucked her. She wasn’t sure if this was just some kind of erotic dream. She put a hand to her face and wiped some of the juices on her face. The room smelled heavily of sex and arousal now, the musky scent would be in here for some time she bet. Rogue looked around and she came to the conclusion that she wasn’t dreaming, it looked too real to be one. She could feel the juices on her lips she decided to see what it was like and ran her tongue over her lips. It was kind of strange but noting she couldn’t get used to she guessed.   Jean was laying next to her catching her breath and letting her heart rate slow down some. “Well that…was different…but nice.” Jean said as Rogue just nodded her head slightly. For some reason it had been nice although she think she enjoyed Scott more, sure she got pleasure from Jean but it was no substitute for her for a nice big dick in her, fucking her but she could see herself with a woman she trusted if only to get off. It had been fun, and she was wondering what else would happen today. Jean looked over at Scott and saw that the show they had put on had excited him to the point that he had an erection again and she felt like one more fuck in her. “Hey Rogue…want to make one of Scott’s fantasies come true?” Rogue looked at Scott and grinned. “Okay but who gets what?” “You want to fuck him again or have him eat you out?” Jean asked and Rogue thought about it. “Do you mind if…if I fuck him again?” She asked a bit shyly despite everything she had just done. “I mean you get it all the time and well…” Jean smiled and nodded her head, she should let her get it at least once more. She knew that the girl still had a thing for her boyfriend and after all, Jean knew what it was lick to crave to have Scott fucking her. “Okay Scott go on your back.” The red head said and he was all too eager to replay. Jean sat down gently on his face now facing Rogue. Rogue gently took the large member in her hands as Scott had put on another condom before he got into position. Rogue could feel it throb with his heartbeat as she gently touched it to guide it into her body. She was already pretty wet with what Jean had just done so she didn’t need any foreplay this time. “Ohhhh Scotttt.” Rogue moaned out as she guided the member up into her tunnel inch by inch and moved her hips so it hit different places. She heard him groan into Jean’s pussy as Jean was starting to hump his face, panting a bit form his mouth doing its work on her pussy. Scott knew Jean’s body very well and knew exactly what got her off. A little playing with his tongue to work her up and then she liked to have the tongue thrust in. When she was ready he just needed to suck on her clit and that was all it would take to have her cumming. Rogue was slowly riding him, and felt him go even deeper inside of her banging against her cervix.   “Oh God Scott…I can feel you inside me, you’re so deep, it’s so good.”  She enjoyed him being inside of her, she started to play with her breasts and using her finger tips to roll and pitch her nipples. She moaned softly as she did so wanting to enjoy this and opening her eyes and seeing Jean being eaten out by Scott her body glistening with sweat from their own sex just a few moments before like herself and seeing Jean’s impressive breasts bounce slightly was turning her on. It was strange she never considered herself a very sexual person, she’d seen a porno once with the girls and of course she masturbated, there had been no other way for her to get rid of all the pent up sexual tension she had. This was something different, the real thing was so much better and that it was Scott, it made it perfect. She continued her riding Scott’s member for all it was worth squeezing it as best she could with her inner walls. She would move her hips, grind against him, she experimented with all the different ways his dick could be made to hit her inner flesh. Some things were okay, other things she tried felt really, really nice. Jean arched her back and placed her hands on the headboard behind her as Scott’s tongue was doing its job as it always did. She was panting now heavily and looked at Rogue seeing her she got an idea and with her telekinesis made it seem like many hands were now running all over the goth’s body. Rogue gasped as her eyes went wide in surprise but started to moan as Jean saw Rogue’s hands go to Scott’s chest but could see the slightly younger woman’s body move with her ‘invisible hands’. Rogue felt the ‘hands’ all over her and knew it was Jean, it felt so great. She was tossing her head from side to side starting to ride Scott harder and was no longer moaning as she was grunting with the effort. Scott felt Rogue starting to increase in tempo and kept up with her thrusting up into her as fast and as hard as he could while still pleasuring Jean. He started on her legs and then her ass but how he moved up her stomach and was now on Jean’s breasts. Rogue was so tight and he was trying not to cum until she did. Rogue felt the raising heat inside of her wanting to burst free but it just kept on growing and growing and by now alone with Jean they were shouting out in rapture as they were both building to their release.   “Oh god Scott, I’m nearly there, I’m cumming, I’m cumming…I…I’m-OHHHH GOD! AHHHHH!” Rogue threw her head back feeling herself explode, Scott felt her tighten in a vice like grip trying to milk him for all he was worth and it just then he heard Jean cry out too and her juices flooding his face and tasting her nectar was more then he could handled and grunted out as he released himself into Rogue for the second time. Both women were there just panting, Jean got off Scott’s face and licked up some of her juices from his face and then laid down next to him resting her head on his shoulder. Rogue felt Scott’s dick start to become soft and shrink down inside of her and managed to get her shaking and sweating body off his and laid down next to him on the other side. “Oh god that was…that was so good.” She said in panting breath. “I know,” Jean said she had felt all three of them cum and it was a great new experience. “But I think we had enough for today. So…you in?” She thought about it for a moment, she could back out of it but then again she just had her first ever erotic and sexual experiences of her life thanks to them. And he had really enjoyed it, even though her pussy and inner thighs were sore she still felt great. “Well…Okay I guess. I mean since this happened and all it might be more interesting after all.” Scott grinned, “That a girl, now I think we should rest. We’ll continue on tomorrow in Jean’s room with a few other lessons.” Rogue managed to lift her head, “What do ya mean by that? I just had sex with you, then with Jean and then a fucking three way? What more is there?” Jean grinned as she was slowly running her finger over Scott’s chest. “You’ll find out, you need to experience a lot of different sexual experiences so when they ask questions or need help you can draw on from what you’ve learned,” Rogue was about to ask what when Jean just placed her fingers on her lips. “Don’t worry you’ll find out tomorrow.” -==THE NEXT DAY==- Rogue was in the shower still trying to comprehend yesterday. She sometimes thought it was a dream but she had to clean the covers to her bed from the mess of it as proof. Plus she wasn’t a virgin anymore as she had felt the soreness kick in. And not just in her pussy, her hips, stomach, back and all kinds of muscles felt strained. She left the hot water wash over her skin as she rubbed the soap over her naked form to help relax her muscles. Her body was a bit pale yet after years of training she was lean and had just the right about of muscles on her as most of her baby fat was gone. Her flat stomach now had a little athletic tone to it and her impressive legs looked better now than they had in years. She rubbed the soap over her breasts thinking back to yesterday, thinking of Scott and even Jean’s slender fingers dancing over her flesh. She saw the love bite marks that Scott had put on one of them. She took her right hand and slipped it down to her vagina and then slipped in a couple of fingers. She felt that her hymen was gone, further proof that yesterday did happen. She started to finger herself feeling herself getting wet inside and started to masturbate herself and started to go faster, harder and as deep as she could. She had dropped the soap as she let go of it and used that free hand to caress her neck and slowly work her way down to her round perfect breasts, kneading them and then rolling her nipples. She started to moan and bit her lip not wanting anyone to hear her. She started to finger herself faster and faster, her hips thrusting to meet her fingers thinking of yesterdays. Scott pounding into her, Jean eating her out and also of riding Scott, her moaning increased and she tried her best to keep quiet.   “Oh, oh…AHH!” She allowed herself a small shout of pleasure as she came down off her sexual high and let the warm water relax her. She looked around for her soap and decided to finish up quickly and go and see what her next lesson would be. Later Rogue went to Jean’s room, she knocked on the door and walked in seeing Jean and Scott already there. “Good, so you ready for the next lesson?” Jean asked her. Rogue just nodded feeling herself getting a bit warm with what they had planned next. They told her to take all her clothing off and they followed suit. Scott sat on the bed and already he was getting an erection from seeing them both naked.   “Okay Rogue, next up is oral sex.” Jean explained to her. “You mean…” Rogue looked at Scott’s dick and wondered if she could take it all. Rogue rubbed her shoulders, “Don’t worry just do your best. Besides with guys it’s easy to get them off.” “Hey!” Scott protested hearing her say that. Jean looked at him and tilted her head. “Sorry but it’s true, now let’s get started.” Jean guided Rogue to Scott and the goth girl knelt down a little unsure where to begin. Jean gave her some advice so she started by touching it and stroking it a bit. She saw Scott react and felt the throbbing of the penis in her hands. It was strange as it grew in size and harness. “Lick it.” He told her and he started under it at the base and worked her way to the tip. He grown as she did it, she worked around it licking it and even used a hand on his balls playing with them.. “Now kiss the tip and just go as far as you can, while Jean gets you ready for the next step.” He gave him a questioning look but figured she would know sooner or later. She placed the tip of his cock in her mouth sucking on it lightly. She got up the courage and slowly started to work it more and more in her mouth. Jean got out a small box and sat behind Rogue, she would see that Rogue was getting wet already as a small trail of her juices trailed down one of her legs. Jean couldn’t help but smirked seeing that Rogue was liking this. She opened the box and put on a surgical glove on one hand and then some gel on it.   “Now Rogue after this we’re going to do at least one more sexual position with you and that’s anal.” Rogue nearly jerked her head off Scott’s cock but he held her head there. “Don’t worry we’ll prepare you for it just like I did to myself when Scott asked if we could try it out.” Jean told her gently. “Now I know it hurts at first just like regular sex but a bit more,” Jean told her as she pulled open Rogue’s ass cheeks and then skirted some of the gel on her asshole. Rogue wasn’t sure about this, the gel was cold and she was worried about how it would feel. “Keep going Rogue,” Scott urged her and she did, she started to suck on it as her cheeks hollowed out as he did it and started to bob her head up and down. “Use your tongue.”  He suggested as she tried licking it also, snaking it around and trying all sorts of things and he groaned with pleasure. Scott never knew that she could give such a good blowjob, she was almost as good as Jean but she couldn’t deep throat him it seemed. Jean worked the gel around and then inside Rogue’s ass with just one finger. She heard Rogue gasp with Scott’s dick in her mouth still working it and Jean continued on and then after a moment added another finger. Rogue moaned but wasn’t sure if it was in pain or pleasure. It was too strange a sensation plus she was also trying to get Scott’s member as far as she could but whenever she got to the back of her mouth her gag reflex kicked in and she had to stop. She tried a few more times but still couldn’t control it so she did the best she could. Jean worked Rogue’s ass until it was nice and gelled then pulled out her finger tips and pulled off the glove and placed it in a waste paper basket in her room and when back to the box. She pulled out a small slender dildo next and worked it into her mouth getting it all lubed up. She then gently inserted it into Rogue as she heard a muffled cry. “Don’t worry you need to be stretched or it will hurt a lot more Rogue, but I’ll help you out with this.” Jean then started to rub Rogue’s pussy with her free hand. Rogue wasn’t sure if the slight pain in her ass or the pleasure she felt from her pussy was what was driving her crazy but she increased her rhythm oh Scott’s dick and after a few more moments and Scott’s moaning as he started to hump her face slightly and she felt the pre-cum coming and then the dick throbbing and shuttering and before she knew it he exploded in her mouth. She tried her best to shallow but it was her first time and some of it dribbled out of her mouth. She pulled out and coughed a bit and Jean handed her a tissue to clean up after removing the dildo. Rogue wiped her mouth and looked to see Jean cleaning up Scott’s member with her own mouth. She swallowed a few more times with the salty tastes of the white cream. After a moment Jean and Scott were finished and looked to Rogue. “Okay get on the bed.” He told her, “Flat on your stomach.” She hesitated for a bit, “Are you sure we have to do this?” “Rogue you need to know everything I know I wasn’t sure at first,” Jean said to her, “But truth is I learned to like it.” Rogue took a breath and got up and on the bed, Scott placed a pillow under her stomach and then he started to work her pussy, Rogue had been close to an orgasm before Scott came in her mouth and now she was getting that great feeling again, she knew he was just working her up and getting her to loosen up and she was glad for it. Then he suddenly stopped and felt him spread her ass cheeks and tensed up. “Rogue, relax.” He told her as he placed the head of his cock against her virgin asshole but he still could tell she was tensed, “Jean?” He looked to her and Jean nodded and she sent Rogue a relaxing sensation as she got less tense and then Scott slowly entered her again. “Uhhh.” Rogue tried to bit her lip as he entered her like that and shut her eyes. It was painful at first but Scott was gentle as he eased his way into her. Scott tried to go as easy as possible even though the tightness of her ass made him want to hump her silly but he had better control then to go on impulse. After slowly getting himself all in and Rogue had a fist full of the bed covers in her hands he solely pulled out and then back in again. He massaged her back as he did so trying to relax her as best he could. She had to admit it helped and after a while the pain started to lessen and Scott lain down on top of her. He snaked a hand under her and stared to finger her cunt as he slowly started to hump her. Jean had gotten so turned on by seeing Rogue give Scott head, that she needed some relief. She sat there as she gently put her fingers into her pussy, as she masturbated as she watched the two of them. As a telepath she could feel their pleasure and it was really hard to ignore this. She opened her mind to Scott and suddenly she could feel everything he felt. She had never felt Scott fuck another girl, Jean had opened the link between them while having sex with each other. But with another girl it was so different, it gave her an idea that some time later she would have to see if she could link all three of their minds together. After a moment Scott started to hump her harder and Rogue found she was starting to get into it. Scott grunted with each trust as his hips pounded into her ass and something in her just gave in and decided to get into this. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard! Fuck me until I bleed!” She shouted out to him and this was a major turn on to him, he loved it when Jean talked dirty and Rogue was getting good at this. “Okay then you asked for it.” He got off her and grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her fast and hard. She flung her head back and screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure and he nearly stopped until she shouted at him not to stop. Scott was working on Rogue so much that he was starting to work up a sweat as was she as she thrusted back into him. “Oh god Rogue you feel so good, I’m going to cum in your ass.” He said to her since he hadn’t bothered with a condom this time since she couldn’t get pregnant this way. “Yes! Do it, cum inside me!” She begged him and she felt his thrusts becoming less uniform and a bit more wild and then he did a few more thrusts and slammed hard one last time and he called out her name and she felt him cum inside her. The sensation got her off too and she yelled out in pleasure. Panting Scott pulled out as Jean helped him to clean off and then saw to Rogue. Her ass was killing her but she was amazed she still got off on that and wondered just what more could they do? -=A FEW DAYS LATER=- The next few days Scott and Jean taught Rogue everything they had found out about sex with each other, they did bondage, using blindfolds, role playing, spanking which Rogue was surprised that she really enjoyed and a few other things. Rogue had experienced more erotica sexual behaviour then she had known was possible and to her surprise she loved it. She had a lot of lost time to catch up with and with Jean and Scott she lived out every fantasy she ever had.  They had told her that they were surprised that she turned out to have a very willing sexual side to herself and she was surprised just like them. She never knew she had this side and at first she felt like a slut but a talk with Jean made her feel better about this. That it was totally natural to let your sexual side out and now she revelled in her new found sexual side and couldn’t wait to teach the others. They were now in the room reserved for teaching, it had the usual stuff like desks, chalk board and stuff but they also moved in a portable bed and a few boxes of ‘teaching supplies’ also. “You sure this is a good idea?” Rogue asked a bit nervously. “Trust us Rogue,” Scott said with a smile, “Everyone will enjoy this and it will just take a little ‘help’ from Jean for them to get in the right state of mind for this too.” “Like with me.” She stated although to be fair she wouldn’t have changed a thing. Jean walked in and smiled, “Well class is about to begin.” TO BE CONTINUED Next up Class is in session

Chapter 0 - Sena and Suzuna

Disclaimer: I don’t own Eyeshield 21 or any of the characters and I don’t make a profit from this.  Sena and Suzuna  A young boy was on the field of Deimon Private Senior High School, he was in the red football uniform with the number 21 and an eyeshield in his helmet. This was Sena Kobayakawa; at first glance you wouldn’t think much of the short boy with dark spiky hair. For the longest time he had done odd jobs and tried to run away from bullies, at least he had before a year earlier. A year ago he had joined the American Football Club of this school, the Devil Bats.  That was when his life had changed and for the best. He had known great fear, pain, hardship and tears but he had also known great rivals, great heights and he knew that he would not change a thing. All the accomplishments he had with winning at the Christmas Bowl to tying with the American league, last year had been simply amazing.  He was now known as Eyeshield 21, a title for the strongest that was once a lie but now he had made it his own. He was also now the captain for the Devil Bats, although he missed those members of the team that had gone on he would never forget them or all the others he played with or against.  “Alright let’s run the practice one more time,” Sena told his team, they were currently making practice games to help the new members get a handle of them so they could use them at any point.  The ball was snapped to the new quarterback and was thrown. Sena caught it and easily moved through the entire wall of bodies and opposition.  “Yaaaa Sena!” Cried out the cheerleader captain, it was a bit funny how the captain of the cheerleaders not only did not go to their school but was the opposite of the rest. All of them were average height, good looks and well endowed they were the type of girls men dreamed of. The captain however, well she was short, flat chested but she was very cute girl with short black hair. She was also the most energetic and could rally the crowd at any time.  This was Suzuna Taki, in her cheering outfit, the red two piece uniform that showed off a lot of skin, with working devil wings and a tail. She also kept on her rollerblade something she ever rarely took off. She cheered as Sena got to the goal. She had been cheering for him ever since she had met him in America as she had been looking for her idiot brother, who was also now a member of this team.  She looked on fondly as Sena looked at her as their eyes locked. He would only look at her and she was pleased by that, ever since they first met she had felt that there was something about him. When she had seen him run for the first time in an American tryout she had known that there was something special about this boy. For over a year she had watched him grow and become the strongest running back in all of Japan if not the world. She was proud of him and something else even though she had tried to hid it.  “Oh the captain is making love eyes at the football captain again,” one of the girls teased. “They would make such a cute couple no?” Another giggled. “Aya, it would be the perfect high school romance,” a dark skinned cheerleader sighed. “Cheerleading captain and football captain together.” “Enough of that, Sena is my friend!” Suzuna blushed as she scolded her teammates. “Oh? Then how come he hasn’t gone out with another girl? He’s been confessed to by a few by now right?” The blonde cheerleader asked innocently.   “He’s just really busy is all,” she defended although there was a part of her that was glad for that. She knew it was a bit selfish but she enjoyed the time she got to spend with Sena. If Sena got a girlfriend she might not see him as much. Practice eventually ended as Sena put away his gear, he was putting away all the items from training so he was the last to leave and lock up. He didn’t mind, after all he liked helping other people plus as Captain and in charge of the club he felt it was his responsibility now. He was now back in his school uniform with his backpack after locking up. “I knew you’d still be here,” Suzuna said making the boy jump in surprise. She was in her own school uniform although since she was from another school it was more the sailor school girl uniform unlike at this school which had a more modern take on uniforms. “You scared me,” Sena told her seeing her just smile at him. He smile back, she was one of those people he found that you just couldn’t be mad at, well he was never really mad at anyone really. “How come you’re always waiting for me after school?” “What, you’re tired of my company already?” She asked placing her hands on her hips. “No! Nothing like that I was just curious.” He said quickly he actually didn’t mind her company in fact he enjoyed it. She quickly smiled at him, “good, come on I’ll race you!” She took off on her rollerblades before he could reply. Normally people might think that racing a person on foot with rollerblades was cheating but given how fast he could run, it was the only way she could keep up. Plus the lead she had wouldn’t last long. She soon found him by her side running with her, she smiled at that. As they moved together quickly she enjoyed these moments with him. They moved through crowds, obstacles and everything else in their way with practiced ease. She loved these moments together with him, rushing through the world together it felt right. She cast a look and their faces met, both smiled at each other. They had made it halfway to his place, as it was closer, when she felt something hit her face. She paused and felt something else. She placed her hand on her face and felt the wet drops. Looking up she noticed the dark clouds that were quickly moving in. “Suzuna?” Sena asked as he had stopped when she had. Then he felt a few drops himself as he looked up. “That doesn’t look good.” And then it started quickly, a flash rainfall had started. Both teenagers suddenly found themselves like a lot of others, without an umbrella in the rain fall. They tried to make their way but even as fast as they could move they were getting soaked. Suzuna saw a place they could get out of the rain and pulled him into it. They ended up in front of some kind of hotel by the looks of the outside. “Oh man I’m drenched,” Suzuna groaned looking at her school bag she doubted the cheerleading clothing escaped either. Well they were going to get washed anyway. “Yeah same here,” Sena said shaking out the water from his clothing as best he could. He looked out at the rain, it was really coming down. “I don’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon.” Suzuna had to agree, “So we’re stuck here then? This could last an hour or so, and if we stay out here like this we’re going to get really sick.” “Well...should we go inside?” He asked her. “Maybe they’ll let us stay in the lobby?” She looked and it was a pretty small lobby and doubted it. “We might have to get a room.” “That might be expensive,” he sighed wondering if they had enough for one night if they had to. Suzuna nodded and then noticed a sign on the wall just inside the lobby. It looked to be prices for the rooms and for some odd reason they were priced by the hour, several hours or a full night. She pointed it out to Sena as he took a look. “I wonder what kind of hotel has these kinds of rates?” He wondered outloud. “Who cares we can at least wait out the storm and get dry,” she told him grabbing his hand and going to the glass doors and to the front desk. The man behind it took one look at them, “Sorry but I can’t let middle schoolers in here.” “Hey, we’re high schoolers!” Suzuna said slightly angry as she dug out her student identification. She elbowed Sena as he did the same. The man took a careful look at them and they seemed legitimate. He shrugged as they seemed real enough. After asking for how long they wanted to stay he gave them a room key and told them were to go. Eventually they found the room, walking in the place seemed a little odd. There was a central bed and everything was neat and tidy like all hotel rooms but there was just something that seemed different for some reason they couldn’t put into words. There seemed to be a TV in the wall and a few large drawers. Sena noticed one of the odd things, “Hey I don’t think there are any closets here.” Suzuna looked and noticed it, “maybe it’s because we booked a three hour room only.” “That might be it,” he agreed that was what was odd about the room. The place didn’t look like the kind of place you stay for long periods of time. “We better do something about our clothing.” Suzuna looked into a small room and round the bathroom, “Well we can shower and hang our clothing to dry.” “Well what do we wear then?” He asked. She went in and came back out with two white fluffy robes, “Here we go, you should go in first.” “Huh...why me?” “Because I’m going to have to hang my underwear in the shower and do you want to see them?” She asked him blushing a bit. He turned bright red at the thought. -Later- Sena was in a robe sitting on the bed feeling a little nervous, just in the next room Suzuna was showering. The image of her naked under the water quickly entered his mind he shook his head quickly trying to get rid of the image. He hadn’t thought of her like that since that day at the public baths. He thought of her naked then too. He sighed to himself the truth was that she had been the only girl he had ever thought of in that way. Ever since he had ran into her in America, he and Suzuna had pretty much been together. He smiled at all the times they had together and honestly, he didn’t want them to end. She was so full of life and energy that it was hard not to feel the same with her. Plus there was something else, for awhile now he knew that his feelings for her were more than just friendship. They were very close and he felt comfortable around her. Plus she was very cute as well he thought blushing slightly. But she only saw him as a friend and he didn’t want to ruin anything between them. Suzuna was drying off as she looked at herself in the mirror and signed at her image. Looking down she could see that she had the body of a child in her mind. Would any boy find her desirable? At least those that weren’t lolicons she added to herself. Looking at the door she felt a longing that a certain someone would see her as more of a woman. She knew it was a silly idea but a part of her did want it. Sena was the most interesting, kind and amazing boy she had ever met. She knew there was something special about him and all this time she couldn’t help it. She had agonized over it after the American tournament but she had finally come to terms with it. She had fallen for Sena, she knew it but she never acted on it. Their friendship meant more to her, but it would be so nice if they could be more. She put on her robe and entered into the other room, she smiled seeing him look around the room like a kid. Sometimes he could be like that and it only made him seem so cute to her. She sat down next to him and sighed. “That feels better.” “Yeah it does,” he agreed it felt better to get out of those wet clothing. He cast a sideways look and noticed how cute she looked with damp hair and for just a moment he caught her robe slightly open and he got a small peek at her chest. He quickly averted his eyes but he knew that under that robe she was naked. He was sitting next to a girl that only had one piece of clothing on. He felt an erection starting to happen and quickly tried to think of something else that was the last thing he needed to happen and for her to see it. He noticed a book and got it, “hey I wonder what this is.” She looked curiously as he took the book and opened it to a random page. It looked like some kind of journal with different entries. In fact they were all in different hand writings. “We’re a teacher and student, this is so wrong but so right,” He read out one confused. “We just eloped, wish us the best of luck,” Suzuna read another and then caught the attention of another line. “We’re cheating on our spouses together, please forgive us but we can’t help it.” “What are these?” Sena asked seeing all the different entries. Suzuna suddenly had a feeling she knew and had to check, she opened a small cabinet and found bottles and a box. She pulled out the both and set them on the top. The box she saw held condoms and reading the label of the lotion it was obviously sex lotion. She turned bright red as she turned to look at Sena shyly. “Oops.” “What do you mean oops?” “We’ll...we seem to be in a love hotel...” She said scratching the back of her head. “W-what?!” He looked at the book and blushed bright red as he realized what the entries were for. She quickly put the book back and looked down at his lap. He really tried not to think about their situation but he couldn’t help it. He was in a love hotel with Suzuna and she only had on a robe. He gulped as he tried not to think about what they could do here. Suzuna sat down next to him silently as she fiddled with her robe, she never thought she would get into a place like this before. She hadn’t noticed because of the rain what kind of hotel this was but sitting here with him now, it was giving her ideas. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking it but when would she ever have a chance like this? She knew it was stupid but even if it was just one moment she wanted to at least try. She would never know unless she tried something but how to breach the subject? Sena wanting to get something else on their minds saw a remote for the TV. “H-How about something to watch?” The TV came on and what they didn’t know was that the hotel had its own special programming. “Oh yes, fuck me like that!” a naked woman said as an equally naked man fucked her from behind, as the camera was showing the two teens everything that they were doing to each other. “Yeah you like it like that don’t you!” He shouted out to her. The two red faced teens could only watch in silence as the two adults continued to fuck on the porno that was showing. “I-I-I didn’t know!” He quickly changed the channel. Only to have one with two women having sex, he tried again to a scene with a man on her hands and knees sucking off a man while another fucked her from behind. Another channel showed a guy with two women. Eventually he turned off the TV and placed the remote on the table. Both of them couldn’t face the other and Sena was trying hard not to show that he had been getting an erection. This was horrible he thought, he figured she might think him some kind of pervert or something. Not that it was his fault those had been on but this was just not helping matters. Suzuna shifted as she tried to calm down, she wasn’t angry, she was actually slightly turned on. Watching those scenes hadn’t helped her with her own thoughts, now she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he did things like that to her. She couldn’t take it anymore, she had to do something or she might go crazy. She knew it was stupid but she didn’t care anymore. “Hey Sena...you want to...do it?” She asked him shyly. “W-what?” He wasn’t sure if he had heard her right. “Y-you heard me!” she said forcefully. “I wanted to know if you wanted to do...that...with me...” He was silent as he tried to process things, she wanted to have sex with him? He was honestly just having a hard time believing that any of this was actually happening to him. Although a part of him could see her naked flesh a bit from under the robe. He could feel the temptation there but should he and that was what was making him pause. She looked dejected as he didn’t say anything, “You don’t then...I’m not good enough? Or do you not find me sexy? I know I look like a child compared to other girls, I can’t help that but if you don’t like me like that then forget it.” She quickly turned away a bit surprised by how much his rejection hurt. She felt tears in her eyes but fought against them. Seeing her like this snapped him out of it, “That’s not it! It’s just sudden is all, I always thought you were pretty!” He shut up realizing that he had thought she had always been pretty. She looked back at him feeling her heart starting to race, “Really? You’re not just saying that?” “No I’m not, I always thought that about you Suzuna but I thought...well that you only saw me as a friend...” he blushed feeling very self conscious at the moment. She smiled at him as she leaned forward surprising him. “Then maybe this will help tell you how I really feel about you.” She leaned in and kissed him. This wasn’t a kiss to the cheek or anything friendly, this was a kiss on the lips. A very heated and passionate kiss as her arms slowly wrapped around his head pulling him in. He was shocked at first but her lips were so soft and felt so nice and his body was still slightly ‘excited’ from those movies. He kissed back as his hands wrapped around her waist. The two kissed each other losing track of time, they were just enjoying it as they let out all kinds of hidden and suppressed emotions for each other. Some they knew had been there, others came as surprises as they went deeper and deeper until they had to pull back for air. Both looked into each other’s eyes, breathing hard and looking deep into the soul of the other. In that moment, in that one small and perfect moment, they knew. They knew that they had made the right choice, that this was something between them that would have always happened in one way or another. She licked her lips as she smiled at him. “That was great.” He nodded in agreement. Although the kissing was good she wanted more, she slowly pulled back as her hands undid the not in the sash of at her waist. Sena could only stare as she slowly undid it and then she paused as if to reconsider her actions but then she pulled open her robe. For the first time he saw a naked woman in the flesh before him. Although she wasn’t like those women on the TV a moment ago he wanted her. Her breasts although small were cute to him and fit her, he saw that she had very small nipples that stuck out. He swallowed hard at the sight, feeling his own excitement building as he was finding it hard to think straight. She leaned forward and undid his own robe as she exposed his top. Suzuna ran her hands over his front, although he had a slim build his football experience really made him surprisingly muscular. She leaned in and started to kiss his neck as she pressed her naked chest to his. He could feel the soft breasts pressing and rubbing against his chest as his arms wrapped around her waist.“Suzuna,” He moaned out as he ran his hands over her smooth back. Her skin was so soft and smooth that he wanted to touch every part of her. He felt her hot breath against his neck as she placed small kisses there. She took a hand and led it to her chest, “I know it’s not much but you can play with them too.” “They feel so soft,” He told her as he used the palm of his free hand to rub over the small breast. It was small but it was a real breast. He could feel the nipple harden slightly under his palm.  She moaned out slightly against him. She reached down with one hand as there was something she was really interested in touching. She reached inside the robe and found his dick. It was so hard in her hands as she gently ran her hand over it. “Ah!” He jumped feeling her soft hand gently caressing the shaft. “Does it feel good?” “Yes it does,” he told her as he kissed her own neck this time. She moaned out as she pulled him into her neck. Slowly she lowered herself onto her back as he got on top of her, they shifted slightly to get more comfortable before going on. He kissed his way down her neck as he got to the spot between her breasts. “Oh god that feels so nice Sena,” she told him as she ran her hands through his hair. Her skin was very fresh from the shower and he slowly moved his kisses to her breast. He took the nipple into his mouth sucking on it slightly. “Ah!” she felt like a small jolt of electricity go through her body. It felt really good what he was doing to her body. For the next few minutes they continued to play around with each other, exploring their bodies together. Suzuna couldn’t take it much longer she wanted to feel him inside of her. “Hey go grab one of those condoms will you.” “Uh, oh right,” He realized that they would need one just in case. He found the box full of them they had found earlier. He got rid of the robe and quickly took one of them out. Sena wasn’t sure how to open one of them. He saw the jagged part and figured it was like a chip bag. He managed to rip it open and pulled it out. It was kind of slick, which he was surprised by. He looked at it slightly confused. “What is it?” Suzuna asked. “I’m not sure which way this goes,” he asked. “Well I wouldn’t know either.” Suzuna told him. Seeing the tip part he managed to figure it out as he tried to put the thing on. No one ever told about how hard this could be when you weren’t sure about them. Sena got it on and was thankful he kept his erection. He turned and saw that Suzuna had thrown her own robe away. She was now completely naked and he could see her in all her glory. He also saw that she was totally shaved between her legs. “W-what? Don’t stare it’s embarrassing,” she told him. “S-sorry,” he muttered although he really did like the sight of her naked. He moved towards her as he got on the bed with her. She laid herself on top as he got in front of her on his knees. He had his penis in one hand as he placed it at her entrance. “I’m, I’m going to put it in okay?” He asked her. She nodded her head and gasped as she felt the tip slowly entering her it felt so much bigger than it looked, well it did look big to her at least but she closed her eyes as she felt like it wouldn’t fit. She bit her lip feeling pain of being stretched out for the first time she was grateful that from all the rollerblading and cheering she had already torn her hymen most of the way. It was painful enough for her already. She took a breath as she felt him pushing further in. She knew there might be a bit of blood but she didn’t want to look. She held him close to stop him from moving. “Just a second, give me a minute to adjust,” she told him. She took a few deep breaths as she felt her insides sting from his entry. Slowly it started to fade a bit so when she felt she was ready she nodded her head. He pulled back gently and slowly go back in. Sena couldn’t believe how tight she felt even with the condom on he could feel a sense of warmth around his member. Her body was gripping him in a way that he had never felt before, although it was an amazing feeling. “Suzuna, you feel so good,” He told her as he slowly started to fuck gently. “Oh god...Oh god Sena I feel so full! She cried out feeling him hit the back. When she had seen his penis she felt he was nearly six inches in length but he felt bigger inside of her. She held him close as he slowly rocked back and forth. Soon the stinging sensation was starting to lessen. Eventually she started to feel some pleasure. Sena couldn’t believe he was actually having sex with Suzuna, but he was and it felt great. Her body was so warm, she felt so good inside as he thrust over and over into her body. He felt the need to go faster but he did his best to control himself. He wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. So he went a bit faster as he felt her thrust back as best she could. Suzuna moaned out with each thrust, he was feeling even better as time went on she thrust back with her hips. She ran her hands along his back as she felt his muscles move under her finger tips. It was the most incredible thing she had ever felt. She wanted more she wanted him to do more. “Go harder Sena, faster too,” she said. “Are...are you sure?” “Yes!” “Okay, ugh!” He thrust even harder into her small body as she cried out in joy at the sensation. “Oh yes!, Yes that feels great! Don’t stop Sena!” They continued on as one of her hands went to the bed sheets and balled it up into her first as she cried out with each thrust. She loved this moment, she loved him and now she could show him how she felt. She felt like she was reaching her own little heaven with him in this moment in time. “Suzuna-I think...I think I’m about to...” Sena couldn’t finish as he felt his body thrusting faster and faster as it got ready to finish. “It’s okay Sena, I’m ready! Please cum, make me cum with you!” She cried out to him. “I’m...I’m...I’m cumming Suzuna!” He cried out as his hips thrust three last times, each thrust he could feel himself shooting some of his semen as it tried to get into her body. The condom held as he felt her tighten up around him both her arms and legs as they wrapped around him and how her pussy also wrapped tightly around him. If he thought she was tight before she was really tight when she came. She called out as she came for the first time, her first real orgasm from sex as it rushed through her body. She grabbed hold of him out of pure instinct wanting to feel his body pressed against hers as hard as she could. She could feel him pulse inside of her as she knew he had came. They stayed like that for a moment before she let go of him, he gently pulled out and rolled to his side. They both panted resting next to each other, both feeling the afterglow of having sex with each other. Sena looked over at her and she looked so sexy as she panted with a bit of sweat on her body. He knew that he would never see her body the same way again. He smiled as he just wanted to watch her, maybe what they had done was rushed but in a way they were always going to end up here. They had been close for years that really, dating first couldn’t have really made them all that much closer. “So...does this mean we’re together then?” He asked. She looked at him, “Of course it does, at least it better, I didn’t give my virginity to you for you to go out with other girls.” She poked him in the ribs. “Okay-okay, Suzuna, I don’t want any other girls just you.” She blushed at his words feeling really happy he had said that. “Good because I am not giving you up to anyone else.” She signed in contentment. “I’m glad that you’re not as fast in bed as you are on the field.” He could only grin blushing at bit at her. She thought he looked so cute in that moment she leaned over to kiss him. After a break they had to clean up, Sena was a little freaked out by the blood on the condom on his dick. Then he noticed the blood slightly on her vagina. “Are you okay!?” She looked down and shrugged, “A little sore and I think I’ll be sore tomorrow but it was worth it. Don’t worry it stopped bleeding it happens for a girl’s first time. Now we better clean up, looks like the rain stopped and we better get home before our families wonder where we are.” “Oh, okay then,” He felt a bit better that she was okay but it was still a little hard to see. He took the condom off and flushed it. They both took a quick shower, together. It was a bit awkward but she said it would be faster. Although Sena was dangerously to getting another erection but given that she said she was sore, he didn’t want to hurt her too much. Plus it was enjoyable when she asked him to help rub soap over her body. They cleaned up and dressed and were about to leave when Suzuna suddenly stopped. “Hey I got an idea,” She said and got the black book as she took a pen that was next to it and started writing, she quickly but it down when they were done and took his arm in hers. “What did you write down?” He asked curious. “Maybe we should come back here again and you can see,” she teased him seeing him blush. We just had sex for the first time, we are best friends who became lovers and it was the best thing we could have done. S & S The End  I always thought these two would make for a cute couple so after finishing reading it I just felt I had to make this.

Chapter 8 - Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8: EXTRA LESSONS Kitty was in her room trying to think of what she had just done. She had sex with Kurt and the thing was it had been great. She never thought Kurt would have been so good but then again he and Amanda had a sexually active relationship for like over a year so she guessed she shouldn’t be surprised. The only thing was she felt like a ‘rookie’ compared to them. She wasn’t sure if she had enough experience for trying Kurt’s fantasy of her and Amanda together and Kitty had never been with a woman yet either. She sighed looking up at her ceiling from her bed. ‘If I don’t want to feel like I don’t know what I’m doing then maybe I should get some advice.’ She remembered how Jean, Scott and even Rogue were there for any questions or needed help with anything. She really did want to know what to do and maybe Jean and Scott would know they were the most experienced here after all. So she went out of her room and down the halls to the room they shared with each other. She hoped they were there although on the way she could hear something going on in a couple of rooms and she was pretty sure she knew what it was. Kitty blushed at the thought of what was going on but if that moment with Kurt was any indication maybe she shouldn’t care that much. Everyone was having a nice time. She came to their door and knocked. “Guys? You in there?” She heard something but could make it out. So she just phased herself through the door, and stopped dead as she gasped in surprised. There on their bed was a very naked Jean and Scott. Jean was on her hands and knees on the head with Scott behind her fucking her as they were watching a TV. Kitty looked and saw a recording to themselves. In it Jean was riding Scott with a look of pure ecstasy on her face as his hands were kneading her breasts. Kitty was too shocked to move as the scene unfolded, she had seen them naked like this before in class for that she had been prepared this she wasn’t. She gulped as she watched on as they continued on. There was just something about watching them with them not knowing she was there. Like she was also looking in on their most private of moments. “oh-oh god-uh-oh Scott-oh god Scott, oh,” Jean moaned as she Scott had her hips thrusting into her from behind over and over again. He knew how to really work her body by now and was hitting all the spots in her pussy and of course she was clenching her pussy now and then timed to his thrusts making herself feels tighter going in and loose going out. “OH fuck Jean-you’re-so-beautiful-oh yeah,” He moaned out as well as the two of them were watching the small TV with the video of them in the Danger Room. Kitty was just stuck watching Scott’s muscular and well defined body go into Jean in perfect rhythm with Jean. Jean’s large breasts swayed and moved with her body which was still very athletic and trim build and yet very feminine and erotic looking. Kitty didn’t even notice a hand reach for one of her breasts as she started to feel it there teasing herself. She felt herself get hot at the sight of this as another gently went to her crotch. She could feel herself get aroused and wet at the sight of this. Sure a few times she had fantasized about Scott, how could you not? He was good looking, tall and very well shaped. The room was filled with a musky scent that came from heated sex and both Jean and Scott were lost in their own little world, both linked so that they felt each other’s pleasure as they reached the height of their moment. Jean feeling his dick enter her innermost area as he entered her, Scott loved just how tight and warm she was and how she closed her muscles on him went he entered her making her seem even tighter and then loosened up as he withdrew. He also made sure to try and hit all the spots in her that she loved to feel being hit. They knew each other’s bodies so well and they were so very close. Then Scott slowed down and in a few rougher thrust his head tilted back as he yelled out, his semen filling Jean. Jean felt him climax and her fists clenched the sheets as she bit her lip and moaned out loudly as her body began to milk him for what it was worth. Both of them caught their breath and it was then that they had noticed that they had an audience. “Kitty, how long have you been there?” Scott asked pulling out of Jean’s soaking wet pussy. “Uh…well…not…too long,” Although at the moment she couldn’t remember how long, all she could do was blush and look at Scott’s half-erect member covered in Jean and his cum. “So Kitty,” Jean laid down on the bed feeling the need to rest up a bit, “What do we own the surprise? Or did you find out that you like to watch?” They had never had anyone just watch until they started teaching Rogue and that day in class both of them had been very surprised just how into it they got out of them all watching them. Maybe it was the fact that they always just thought of them as so ‘perfect’ and ‘proper’ that they never once thought they could be so free spirited. Well they knew that from this point on she and Scott would never be looked at the same and maybe that was for the best anyway. “Uh…Well you see…” She started to explain why she wanted to come for a little advice although she was blushing the entire time part of her feeling strange about talking about this with them naked and another couldn’t help feel somewhat aroused at it all. Jean smiled and nodded, “Okay then, well I’m glad you came to us and I think we can help you out.” “Really? You can like, give me some pointers or something?” Jean’s smile only grew, “Actually I think the best way would be for you to learn it firsthand.” Jean walked over to the younger and shorter girl and Kitty felt slightly nervous. She could still see some liquids around the red head’s pussy lips from her fuck with Scott. “Tell me have you ever thought of being with another woman or had any experience with it?” “Uh…no…” She admitted. “Well then neither did Rogue or I until not too long ago and I can tell you this you may want to get comfortable with the idea of that if you want to be on a bed with both Kurt and Amanda naked.” That did make sense to her, she knew that Kurt was no problem but then again how do you have sex with a girl? She never really thought about it until now. “So…You want me to…uh…” “It’s okay Kitty we’ll take it nice and slow but if you really want to learn this you might as well start by getting out of your clothing.” Jean said gently to her and Kitty took a breath trying to calm her heart down. She wanted to learn and not act like such a child because of this. The older ones like Scott, Jean and even Rogue the most isolated person she knew seemed to be more open to their sexuality then she was and she didn’t want to be left behind. So she phased right out of her clothing as they landed in a pile around her feet. It was a little trick she learned years ago for help her change faster. Both Jean and Scott took in Kitty young body, she was a petit girl, and a slim figure. Her breasts were smaller then Jean’s but not too bad, she had nice lean legs, a nice flat stomach and neatly trimmed brown batch of pussy hair. “Now then let’s start with the simple things,” Jean then started to slowly run her hands over the young girl’s body. It felt weird but nice for Kitty, then she felt Jean untying her hair and letting it loose. “You know Kitty you should let you hair down more it’s very nice like that.” Scott said looking at the sight before him. She smiled at the comment as Jean’s hand gently roamed over her body. She felt Jean’s hands caress her body, as Jean stood behind her. Jean cupped Kitty’s breasts as her hands started to lightly grip them and massaging them. Kitty whimpered at the touch starting to get a bit more aroused. Jean then started to trail kisses on Kitty’s cheek and down to her neck. Kitty let out a small mew as she leaned her head to the side offering Jean better room. Jean started to lick, kiss and suck a bit on her neck. She hadn’t felt someone like this since the last time she made out with a boy. Kitty was starting to breath heavier as one of Jean’s hands started to roam on down past her stomach and lightly brushed over her pussy hair. She gasped when Jean’s fingers started to caress the folds of her pussy. “Well aren’t we a wet one,” She whispered into her ear and Kitty blushed at the statement.  Scott could only watch as the two girls started to get into it. Jean started to enter Kitty’s pussy with two fingers as Kitty’s free hand went back and touched Jean’s thigh. Kitty’s hand slowly went up until she was cupping Jean’s wet pussy making the older girl sigh in contentment feeling her small delicate fingers there. Kitty felt Jean exploring her with her fingers, feeling them trial trail along her inner walls and when Jean’s finger met her g-spot Kitty gasped deeply and closed her eyes letting out a small moan. Jean turned her around taking their fingers out of each other as Jean kissed Kitty full on the lips. At first she didn’t really respond but she got into it gripped Jean’s ass slightly. The sight was starting to get Scott hard again seeing this and he couldn’t wait for his chance to jump on in. The two women continued to make out a bit, Jean taking in one of Kitty’s breasts swirling her tongue over her nipples making the younger girl even hotter as she felt the warmth in her crotch grow. “I think you’re ready for the next part now Kitty,” Jean smiled both girls a bit flushed and very aroused. Jean walked to the bed and lay on her back spreading her legs for Kitty as an invitation, and the brunette didn’t need to be told what to do next. Kitty crawled over Jean’s sweaty body as she captured the older girl’s mouth with her lips kissing her deeply, she let her hands go over Jean’s body feeling the larger breasts against her, Jean’s erect nipples against her tender flesh as she felt her own erect and sensitive ones on Jean’s skin. Kitty slowly moved down kissing her and caressing her the entire way, taking time to take one of her breasts into her mouth suckling on the tit like a new born for a minute. Jean moaned from Kitty’s attention but then felt a bit disappointment when Kitty let it go and moved on down. Kitty trailed past Jean’s well toned stomach and then to Jean’s pussy. She used her fingers to pull open Jean’s pussy and started to lick around it. “Oh yes Kitty like that. That’s much better…Fuck that’s good, right there.” Kitty stuck her tongue in as far as she could and she still could taste some of Jean’s pussy juice mixed in with Scott’s sperm but she continued on. Scott saw Kitty’s upright ass as a nice invitation and he had always wondered about the girl. So while Kitty was busy eating out Jean, Scott took a condom and put one on. He sat behind Kitty and ran his hands along her back and over her nice little ass. Kitty felt a shiver down her spine feeling Scott’s hands on her body. She couldn’t believe it but she knew what he was going to do and she wanted it. She kind of had a crush on him when she first showed up. She felt his dick at her wet entrance as she really wanted him in her, to feel him inside of her. Scott was teasing her as Kitty moved her ass back trying to get him in. After a little playing he felt she was ready and then slowly started to enter her. Kitty moaned into Jean’s pussy as her hands gripped Jean’s thighs. “I think she likes it Scott,” Jean laughed feeling Kitty tongue and mouth in her pussy. Kitty felt Scott enter and stretch her out, he was very nicely large, a bit bitter then Kurt but Kurt was a bit thicker. She moaned out in Jean’s pussy as she continued to eat the other girl out feeling Scott thrust into her slowly going deeper and deeper with each thrust until she felt his hips hit her ass. Scott gripped her ass as he kept on going into her over and over again. Scott groaned as he felt her around him, “God Kitty… you’re so fucking…tight…” She could only moan in respond feeling him inside of her hitting her g-spot as her hot, tight and wet pussy was gripping him. Jean let out a moan as she reached for her breasts kneading them, taking her nipples and pinch and pull on them slightly. She saw Scott starting to really pound into Kitty and felt the emotions in the room the lust, the excitement and the passion of it all. She was breathing hard as Kitty started to suck on her clit. That was it for Jean as she arched her back and cried out cuming. Kitty tasted her juices as she came lapping it up, then she raised her head, her eyes closed tightly as she grunted alone with Scott as she was so close. She wanted him so badly at that moment, “Oh god Scott…uh…oh please…uhg...god! Ah, I’m ready…oh god am I ready!” She started to whimper a bit and it just turned him on even more. His thrusts became more urgent and then he bent over and fondled her small breasts as he started to hump her erratically until he gave a cry and slammed his hips into her ass hard. Kitty moaned out as she climaxed from Scott’s final thrust and feeling his pulsing member inside of her. Scott’s hips jerked a few times until he pulled out of her. “Damn…well how was that lesson Kitty?” “Oh god…” She moaned out laying down on Jean her head resting on her stomach. “I think she learned a few new tricks,” Jean grinned feeling very satisfied as did the others. ----Bayville---- Rogue was just going to a walk at the moment she wanted to get some air all that sex in the mansion was starting to get to her. Oh hell who was she kidding it was making her fucking horny with hearing moans, groans and cried of passion in certain areas from the less then subtle ones. The thing was she was kind of looking forward to her next experience but she wanted to take a break at least. At the rate the hormones were flying back there she wanted to enjoy the day given that she was most likely to just spend the rest of the week at the mansion getting very sore between her legs but damn it she deserved it. All those fucking years not being able to touch anyone and now she could. She was actually very thankful to both Jean and Scott something she never expected to be. Thanks to them they gave her, her first sexual experiences and boy she wasn’t disappointed. She still had a tape of a few of their ‘lessons’ together in her room. She would watch the tape and masturbate to it imagining Scott’s dick pounding into her body or Jean’s smooth skin against hers. ‘Oh god I got to stop thinking about that,’ She thought to herself trying not to think about all of that stuff that she had done lately, it was starting to turn her on. She felt her body get a bit warmer and that feeling of need started to rise but she pushed it away now was not the time. Although she was starting to consider going back home and seeing if anyone needed any ‘help’ with the project but she could control herself now. ‘God either I’m REALLY just a horny girl inside after all those fucking years without contact or Jean’s been messing with everyone’s mind.’ Now there was a thought, what if by either accident or design Jean had been increasing the parts of the brain that control sexual impulses? Well either way by the end of this she knew everyone would be pretty much fucked out. What she didn’t know was that there was someone shadowing her. For the past few blocks Gambit had been following her, for the past couple of years they had been playing this little game. The one where they flirt/fight with each other and he had to admit it was enjoyable but he also knew one day she would crack. And he had just learned that she now had control over her mutation well he was eager to see where things could lead now that they didn’t have to worry about that little barrier. He grinned to himself as he watched her, she wore a usual green top but stopped with that lose top since she didn’t need it. Although he did like that black miniskirt and fishnets she wore, they really showed up her legs and ass to him. And he had to admit she had a great pair of both among other features as well. He slipped across and alley and quickly moved on ahead of her to cut her off with a surprise. For Rogue she had no idea she was being tailed, one minute she was just enjoying the day and the next a gloved covered hand goes over her mouth and she’s pulled into an alley very quickly. She’s spun around into a wall only to face the familiar red and black eyes of someone that made her both furious and weak in the knees, sometimes at the same time. “What tha hell are ya doing?!” He only grinned at her, “Well Gambit was just wanting to surprise you chere.” She rolled her eyes, his definition of ‘surprise’ should have been redefined by her books. She started to walk off down the alley but she wasn’t surprised when he followed her. “Come on Rogue, Remy was just having some fun.” “Ya call scaring me fun?” She crossed her arms as she turned to face him. He just gave her an impish grin and shrugged. She hated it when he did things like that, but then he moved in close to her and caressed her cheek lightly, “You know Remy heard about dat little bracelet of yours and what it does and Remy was just wondering if you wanted to test it out with him?” She felt like laughing at that but didn’t. If he only knew just how much ‘testing’ she had done so far. But the thing what really irritated her was just how he was always chasing her and she always felt like she was the prey never in control and she was tired of it. ‘Well maybe it’s time I turned the tables on this Swamp rat.’ She grinned at the thought. She suddenly changed her mood and became less tense and seductively moved up against him and started to trail a finger over his face. This was a surprise to him, normally she would have either blushed or insulted him by now not this. “Well then maybe you could but I got to know if you’re man enough for me sugar.” She burred and pushed him back. His back hit a small indentation in the alley a design of the building that went back so he was hidden from anyone just passing by on the street on either end of the alley. He was totally stunned and speechless as Rogue aggressively kissed him, but he wasn’t one to complain. He kissed her back with equal force as they felt their hands caressing and groping each other roughly. He felt her breasts and marvelled at their feel. Rogue felt her tongue dance with his and she was desperate for something now. He broke off the kiss but when he made a move to go forward she pushed him back hard against the wall and smiled at him. “Just wait Remy and I’ll make it worth it but first…I need to test YOU out.” She knelt down and he was wondering what she was doing but then she started to unzip his pants. This wasn’t the first time he had sex in an alleyway but it always added a bit of flair to it with the prospect of being caught. Rogue pulled open his pants and let them drop as she then pulled down his satin boxers to see a partially erect dick in front of her. She smiled at the nice size of it, “Well so far so good but let’s see if we can ‘wake him up’ shall we?” She gently took it in her hand and slowly licked it from tip to base. Remy groaned as he started to wonder just where the hell all this came from and where she learned to do THAT! Rogue started with slow licks over his member feeling it start to grow with his excitement. He was a very nice size when he was finally fully erect. Then she kissed the tips of the dick before slowly and teasingly taking it into her mouth. Remy groaned feeling her take him into her mouth, he started to run his hands through her hair gently as she started to slowly move her head back and forth. She really did know a lot more then he would have figured as she started to suck as her head went back and then ran her tongue along his shaft as she went in farther in. Rogue was glad for the lessons she learned it made this so much easier as she continued on, she smiled at hearing him groan trying to control himself so no one came looking. She kept on taking more and more of him in letting his dick go deeper into her mouth. Then she started to deep throat him, it had taken her time but with Scott to practice on and with Jean’s advice she learned to control her gag reflex as she took him right up to the base. Gambit swore and closed his eyes tightly, he never knew she could do that. As she kept on going Rogue reached up and cupped his balls and started to lightly play with them. Remy was lost for a moment in pleasure that she was giving him, he didn’t notice when his hips started to buck as he started to gently fuck her face. Soon he was breathing a bit hard and felt himself close to an orgasm. Rogue felt the throbbing of his dick and the increased pace and with the taste of precum in her mouth she knew he was close. She picked up the pace herself and then his grip on her head tightened a bit as his hips jerked forward and he let out a long groan as his dick exploded in her mouth. She swallowed his dick all the way letting his sperm shot down her throat taking it all down. Remy stood there a moment catching his breath as she slowly slid the slightly softening member out of her mouth as it was covered in her salvia. She licked her lips as she stood up, “That was nice sugar…and you definitely stand up,” she said with a smile and wiped her mouth. “But if you want more you’ll have to learn how to treat a lady.” Remy grinned at her, “How about I take you to dinner?” Rogue nodded her head, “Now that’s a start.” “See you at seven den?” He asked as he pulled his pants back up. “Sure but not tonight I may be busy…but tomorrow I’m all yours.” She winked at him as she walked off. She felt a bit better about herself now to be honest. All her life she had been reserved and the lonely one. But now she could touch and with Jean and Scott’s help she was now finally opening up. Things were definitely looking more interesting in her life now as she walked home wondering if she should plan out her clothing for the date tomorrow night…Or just find a nice fuck. She mentally shrugged there was time enough for both. NEXT UP CHAPTER 9: HONEYMOON SURPRISE Next up we look at Logan and Ororo but they get an uninvited guest named Mystique.

Chapter 10 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10: COUPLES’ FUN Jean was walking through the mansion horny as hell. It wasn’t easy not to be with all the sexual activity around her. It was affecting her the most since she tried shielding her mind but she still felt it around her like Scott’s hands caressing ever inch of her body. While studying mutations she came across something about a theory that mutants had higher sexuality then humans. It had something to do with ensuring the survival of mutants passing on their genes to the next generation and making sure that the mutant species survived. So that would explain a bit about this, when she gave everyone a little ‘nudge’ in that class to shed their inhibitions a bit she guessed that there wasn’t much control at all in that. Another thing was that she was bombarded by sexual dreams and thoughts, and for all she knew her mind was also sending subconsciously those impressions over the mansion. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that last one but it sure seemed that no one really minded. She admitted this to Scott and he just said that they would stop things if they ever got out of control. But like she thought earlier there seemed to be no complaints. In fact things were going more and more sexual lately. It was like everyone was starting to live out their fantasies and explore their sexuality. She even noticed how a few people were actually becoming closer and more trusting as well. She smirked when she thought back to a small competition a few had, they tried to out do the other couple. She had seen Amara naked and sweaty just now riding Ray on the couch as hard and fast as she could. There was also Roberto there naked on a seat with Danielle between his legs sucking him off both looking at the scene. Apparently they were having an endurance challenge since Roberto had a stop watch. She had to shake her head at that with amusement that was something she never thought of. She decided to get rid of some of this sexual energy before she exploded and went to Scott’s room. He found him there but not alone. Just upon entering the room she heard the familiar sounds of sex. She looked in to see Scott giving Rogue the fuck of a life time. Both bodies were naked and covered in sweat, Scott was over Rogue with her legs moved up so her knees were toughing her own breasts and Scott hammering away. Jean grew a bit wet from that as she knew that position allowed for deeper penetration. And from Rogue’s frantic squeals, grunts and moans she was loving it. Rogue was getting some sexual frustration out at the moment she could have gone to anyone else but the truth was she knew Scott could give her the fucking she needed and she didn’t want to waste time experimenting. Plus she did used to have that huge crush and it wasn’t everything you get to fuck with your first major crush anytime you wanted to with the girlfriend not minding or even joining in. “Oh yes Scott! Fuck meh there, right there! Oh yes!” Scott only grunted as he positioned his condom glad dick in and out of her hitting her g-spot. Unfortunately for Jean looking in was only making her hotter and she could feel herself getting wet from this. ‘Damn it, looks like I missed the fun…Well…Maybe I can find someone else to help me out,’ Jean thought leaving the two of them to finish up. Jean however was wondering where to go and who she could try to help her out. ‘Kurt? He might be busy and maybe later, I do wonder what he can do with that tail of his. Bobby? No I think he had been thinking of something special with one of the girls. Jamie? Okay sure he’s a big young but all those clones do have possibilities. Hmmm…Should I try maybe find one of the girls? No I feel the need for someone with a dick at the moment. Fuck! All these damn dirty thoughts and feelings are REALLY stressing on me.’ She sighed, knowing she if she didn’t find relief soon she might blow. Then she got hit by inspiration and a small smile lit her face. She went to a certain room and thought it could be an interesting thing. She was heading for Alex’s room, since she was hoping to marry Scott one day so that would mean he would be her brother in law. So if she ever wanted to see just how well he stacked up to Scott and see if there are certain Summers traits that are genetic. She knocked on his door and when it opened it looked like he had gotten out of the shower, he was in sweats and a towel over his neck. She could also smell the musky scent of sex still in the air, although it was kind of fading. She noticed the camera already set up at the bed and the sheets gone from it as well. “Hey Alex, been busy with the project I see,” Jean smiled. Alex blushed a bit scratching the back of his neck, “Uh, yeah…Laura was here earlier and well…That girl nearly broke me I think.” He chuckled. That girl had one hell of a sexual apatite, more then what he thought anyway. He had rested up for an hour after that and taken a nice long hot shower. “So what’s up?” Jean smiled at him and walked past him to his bed, he could help but notice the extra sway in her hips and his eyes were drawn to that ass of hers. ‘Damn bro you lucked out. Brains, a great rack, legs that go on forever and what an ass,’ He thought to himself before shaking that out of his head. Jean sat down on his bed crossing her legs and leaning a bit back on his head, she smirked seeing his eyes go to her breasts for a split second, ‘Looks like this might be easier then I thought.’ “You know…With all the experimentation going on…it’s kind of left me feeling a little of the psychic spill over.” She told him. “Oh?” Alex never thought what it was like to be a telepath and a few of the side effects of it as well. “Yes, you see Alex it’s left me pretty much…well I guess horny all the time.” Alex gulped a bit, sure he had recovered from Laura but if she was talking about what he thought she was talking about then there was a god. Jean was just perfect and if he was about to get the chance to screw her it would make his week. Although he did worry about what Scott would say to this. Jean, most likely picking up his thoughts smiled at him, “Oh don’t worry. Scott and me have an understanding. Together we’ve already as you seen fucked Rogue and even Kitty.” She nearly laughed seeing Alex’s surprise at that. “She wanted a little girl on girl experience for later.” “Anyways…We figure as long as safety is used…we can sleep with other people,” She explained. She brought up a hand and suggestively started to have it run over the top of her yellow top. “In fact he was giving Rogue the fucking of a life time.” “So…So I guess you’re here because…” She got up off his bed and she was still taller then him but he didn’t mind that one bit. “Yes you got it right. See I wanted to compare you to your brother. See just how close you boys are, physically at least. So what do you say? You ever wanted to try a red head?” “Oh you have no idea…” Alex breathed out. “Go make yourself comfortable…I think you’ll want to savour this moment,” She told him. Alex threw the towel aside and sat down on his bed. Jean used her powers to point the camera at them and she stood in front of Alex. She started to sway her hips to some none existent music as he watched on all grins. She untied the front of her shirt and slowly opened it. Alex’s heart was racing as he saw her large breasts in red lace push up bra that gave her breasts more ‘bounce’ and lift to them. Jean rolled her head as she let the top slip off. She hands her hands over her chest and front her hips moving. “Like what you see?” “Oh yeah, and I would love to see more,” He said enthralled by this. “Well you’re wish is my command then,” Jean unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid the zipped down. She did a small spin as facing away from him. She hooked her thumbs into her jeans and slowly slid them down. She bent down and Alex smiled seeing the matching thong she had on her, and also a nice view of that killer ass it showed off. Jean’s pants hit the floor and she stepped out of them. She looked over her shoulder giving him a wink. She continued to move as her arms went behind her back to the clasp of her bra and undid it. He watch as the bra came off and hit the floor. Jean slowly turned around with her hands over her breasts. Alex couldn’t wait for what was next as she teased him a bit but then she ran her hands down her stomach and he saw her beautiful breasts, they were the best looking ones he had ever seen. They were large, with thick dark pink nipples on them. “I see you liked the little show,” Jean said seeing the pop tent in his pants. She knelt down between his legs and looked up into his face smiling as she moved the waist band of it down. He helped her out and soon she had freed his member. It was a very nice size, “Wow…looks like you and Scott really are alike.” “I guess that means it’s now you’re turn to like what you see,” He grinned. Jean took his member in her hand and slowly trailed her tongue alone the shaft. Alex moaned out feeling this, when she started to work it into her mouth he knew that she had experience. She really knew how to give head, he runs his hands through her long silky hair. Jean slipped a hand down to her crotch slipping it under her panties. While she started to help herself along with this Alex then also used one hand and reached under to one of her breasts. Now she moaned and that only causing him even more pleasure from the vibrations. He moaned as she continued to work her magic although this was nice he didn’t want to blow his load in her mouth. “Jean…If you keep this up…I’m going to cum, I want your pussy…not your mouth when I do…” he gasped out. She stopped and took her mouth off of his member and stood up. Alex gripped her hips and started to place kisses on her flat stomach. Jean moaned out feeling his kisses there as she ran her hands though his thick blond hair. Alex’s hands went to her ass gripping it for a moment, he took the edges of her panties and slipped them off of her. He moved up her body as he took one of those great breasts of hers into his mouth, causing a gasp of pleasure out of her. He used his one hand to cup her pussy feeling around the area and stimulating it. “Jean…I want you…Now…” He told her. “Then how do you want me?” She breathed out. “Get on your hands and knees,” He told her. They disengaged themselves and she got onto his bed her ass sticking out to him. Alex grinned seeing that great ass and ran his hands over it, “Damn…I swear you got one of the best asses Jean.” “Thank you, Scott said the same thing,” She smiled feeling his hands knead the flesh. Alex just had to take her, but first there was one thing he always wanted to do with her. He raised his palm and smacked her ass. “Ah!” Jean jerked with the blow but the slight sting was actually welcomed to her. “Again Alex do it again.” Alex could only grin in lust as he smack her ass again and again. SMACK! “AH!” SMACK! “OH!” SMACK! “Uhhh!” SMACK! “Oh yes!” He kept on spanking her until her ass was red but now he wanted some of that pussy, he could already see a small trail of her juices going down her leg. He placed the head of his cock against her pussy but Jean tensed up, “Wait! Alex put on a condom first,” He warmed him. “Damn, sorry I got caught up.” Alex hurried to his bedside were he kept them and pull one of them out. He hurried to get it open and gave a few curses when he couldn’t get it opened. Jean giggled a bit seeing that and he gave her a mock glare, “That’s one more spank for you missy.” Jean just grinned at him with her green eyes looking like she was looking forward to it. Alex managed to get it open and slip on the condom. He stood behind Jean from the edge of the bed and after giving her that one last smack placed the head of his cock against her slit. He started to rub and tease her there, rubbing it over it and yet not going inside of her. Jean was starting to breath as bit more harder now feeling the pleasure build up but she could never get off like this. After was seemed like an eternity to her she had to have him inside of her, “God please Alex! Just put it in me, I need it.” He gripped her hips and with one smooth motion thrust forward with all his might burying himself up to the hilt in one go. “Awww gawwwd!” Jean cried out at the sudden intrusion but she didn’t mind, after a second she liked it. Alex started to rock himself back and forth entering her incredible pussy, it was to warm, wet and tight. Not as tight as X23 had been but he wasn’t complaining that’s for sure. Jean knew how to work it, and moved her hips as she moved back against him. “You know…I’ve never…seen this…side of you…before.” He said between thrusts. “Thank…Scott…Together we kind of…opened up…to our sexual…side after we started…” Alex nodded as he continued as they found a nice rhythm together. The longer it went the more intense it got, he now had one leg up on the bed hammering away at her. Both now working up a sweat as he bent over gripping her breasts. Jean was moaning out feeling her orgasm coming soon, “Oh yes, oh god, oh Fuck! Alex! I’m cumming!” “Do it, cum for me Jean!” He told her not sure how much longer he could hold off. “Ohhh…uhhhh…ahh…ahhhh…AHHHH!” Jean shut her eyes feeling her climax hit her, her body tightened and Alex managed only a few more thrusts into her. The tightness of her vagina was too much and after three more he stiffened and slammed his hips into her and keeping them locked as close to her as he could as his member pumped out all the sperm it could. Both were panting for a moment until he got up and pulled out of her and laid on his bed. “God Jean…My brother is on lucky bastard…” “I know the feeling, I feel lucky to have him.” She smiled and ran a hand over his chest, “But trust me with a bit more experience and you’ll be just as amazing as he is. You’ll make some girl very lucky.” Alex smiled at that, “Thanks…and thanks for this Jean. This is definitely something I’ll remember for a long time.” ----Later that day---- Amanda had driven up to the mansion in the car her parents had gotten her for graduation. It wasn’t much but she liked it, it was reliable and worked well. She was nervous about spending the rest of the break here but truth was that time with Kurt had been the most intense their lovemaking had ever been. Maybe it was time to try and experiment a little, wasn’t that what college was for? She had to admit the thought of her and Kurt just letting them go at letting their fantasies out was sent a thrill down her. Normally she had just been this shy girl, sweat and all that. Maybe it was time to see what else was there. She had just gotten her suit case out of the trunk when she heard a sound and that familiar scent of brimstone. She smiled as she turned around only to have Kurt wrap her up into his arms and give her a deep passionate kiss. ‘Wow…if this is the kind of greeting I’ll be getting from now on I could really like this,’ Amanda thought to herself before she embraced him and kissed him back with just as much passion. Kurt’s tail wrapped around her suitcase and they were teleported to his room. When they came in she broke free and took a deep breath. “Wow…What was that about?” “You don’t like?” Kurt said with a grin still having her wrapped up in his arms. She smiled and ran her hands over his chest, “No I liked it…I liked it a lot.” “I’m glad you came,” He said stroking her face and looking into those brown eyes of hers. How he loved to looking into them. Amanda smiled staring back into his yellow ones, she could see the love in them. But she also saw something else, after a bit she knew what it was, lust. Truth was she kind of liked being able to bring that out in him. “So want to help me unpack?” She asked him. “Sure,” he told her helping her to unpack. They spent the time talking about things, like how school was going and how life was going. It was pretty pleasant and truth was she never really got to see this place, she had only been able to get over here a few times and she was always amazed at the size of the place. “So you vant ze tour?” He asked her holding out his hand to her. He couldn’t help but smile at her lovely face, framed by her long brown hair. “I’d love that, and I don’t want to get lost either.” She giggled as he lead her through the mansion. It was big but she got that there was a logic to it all. As they made their way through it however she did notice a few of the activities going on. It was like the entire mansion had this sexual charge to it, she could hear moans and groans coming from some of the bed rooms. In the living room they found Tabitha sleeping naked on top of Ray who and both had smiled on their faces. Amanda was shocked and surprised but she didn’t make a sound. They looked pretty peaceful there, it wasn’t the last sight she saw either. There was kind of a unique ‘pool party’ going on in the backyard. There were a few multiples of Jamie around, naked of course with cameras. They were taping a few people in a few sexual moments. One was Rahne on all fours on a towel with Jamie behind her, Rahne letting it go and screaming out for more. Then in the pool was Amara pressed up against the edge with Roberto between her legs squealing in pleasure as her legs were locked around his waist. Amanda had never thought of herself as a voyeur but seeing all of this, the pleasure they were getting out of this it was really starting to get to her. She felt her throat drying up as her breathing increased. Kurt noticed this, and wrapped an arm around her waist, “You vant to go back to my room?” He whispered, she nodded her head feeling the familiar feeling of desire warming up. He ported them back to the room and she quickly captured his lips with her own, feeling his soft fur against her face. “Hey Amanda…do you vant to try zhat idea I asked you about?” Kurt said between kisses. She thought about it, she knew it was something that Kurt really wanted to try out. She was a bit scared to tell the truth she never once tried something like this before. But at the moment she felt like she needed release as well. “Well…I guess…I could try it…” She said shyly. Kurt smiled and kissed her once more before disappearing, a few minutes later he popped back into the room with Kitty there. She had met the girl a few times and she liked her, she was nice, friendly and easy to get along with. “Hey,” Kitty said sitting down next to her on the bed, “Look I know how nervous you must be, I totally was and if you want out of this just like say the word.” Amanda smiled thankful she was understanding, but if she and Kurt wanted to take their relationship to a new level of intimacy and trust she wanted to do this. “Yeah I do want to at least try it out.” Amanda admitted. “Good…why don’t we start small,” Kitty said and leaning in and gently pressed her lips against her. Amanda was nervous she had never kissed another girl before. It took her a moment to get used to it, but Kitty was going slow with her. Then she felt Kitty’s tongue on her lips so she opened them as the other girl slipped her tongue inside of hers. After about five minutes of kissing Kitty reached up and cupped both of Amanda’s breasts. She was surprised by this at first but she felt Kurt behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and him kissing her neck. Soon Amanda was lost and didn’t know whose hands were where and whose lips were on whose. Amanda reached up and felt Kitty’s smaller breasts, it was strange feeling up another girl but she got used to it. All three of them would kiss, fondle and caress each other as they helped each other out of the clothes. It took her this long to see a camera with the on light on and wondered when Kurt put that on. It was kind of a turn on to know that this would be recorded. Maybe they could watch it later. Soon all three of them were naked with Amanda on her back, Kurt taking one of her nipples into his mouth as Kitty took the other, she also was slipping a few fingers inside of her pussy. Amanda decided to return the favour and with one hand started to gently masturbate Kurt’s penis as she slipped in two fingers into Kitty’s pussy. After a little warm up Kurt went to put on a condom and laid down, “So…Who gets what?” Amanda asked. “Well…you mind if I get his dick? I haven’t had it as much as you have.” Kitty asked blushing. Amanda felt a small pang of jealously of Kurt being in another woman but she got over it. She trusted Kitty and nodded to her. Kitty positioned herself over Kurt and guided his member into her. She let out a long moan feeling him inside of her again.   Kurt looked up to see his girlfriend’s pussy hovering over his head. She sat down and felt a shudder run through her feeling his tongue start to work on her. It was different but felt nice as well, she looked over to see Kitty rolling her hips as she started to ride Kurt. She saw the woman’s small breasts bounce with the movement and decided to try tasting those herself. Amanda leaned forward and took one of Kitty’s breasts to her mouth, Kitty threw her head back as she also felt Kurt’s hands on her small ass. Kitty gripped Amanda’s head running her hands through the brown hair. “Oh that feels so good you two,” Kitty moaned out. She swore this was better then with Jean and Scott, maybe because she was more comfortable with these two. Later Kitty pulled Amanda’s head up to hers as she French kissed the other girl, this time Amanda didn’t hesitate as she moved her hips feeling Kurt’s tongue start to fuck her. Both girls reached up to fondled each other’s breasts, kneading the flesh and playing with each other’s nipples. Soon both girls were holding each other as they got close to orgasm. Kurt moved his hips and tongue faster and faster until Amanda shrieked out, Kurt could taste the cum from her pussy as he started to lick it clean. Amanda leaned back enjoying the feel as she watched Kitty’s face tighten up as she started to cry out her stomach muscles were really working. Then she saw Kurt’s hips shot straight up and stop, Kitty took a major gasp as her mouth opened then let out a long moan as her head fell back and her back arched. Amanda smiled seeing them both cum at that moment. She had never seen another girl orgasm before it was truly a unique sight to see for her. After that Kurt was breathing a bit hard as both girls looked at him adoringly, “He looks so cute when he’s like this,” Kitty giggled. “Yes he is, but I wish he could go again. I know that with his hyper metabolism he can get it back up easier them most guys I bet.” Amanda said remembering how many times Kurt could go at it one night at a time. “Well…let’s help him along then,” Kitty grinned and Amanda raised and eyebrow wondering what he was getting to. She watched as Kitty moved to his lap and took off the condom and threw it aside. Then Amanda got what she was going for as she started to lick his dick clean. “Hey save some of that for me,” Amanda smiled and together both worked on his cock. Kurt got hold of his sense and stared in surprise seeing both girls lick his penis, they even would kiss each other with his dick between their mouths. Each took turns giving him blow jobs for a bit and he watched as they made out until his dick was nice and hard again. “Okay I’m up…so…vhat next?” He asked them. Both girls shared a look and a smile. Kitty laid on her back as Amanda got on top of her kissing her deeply. Kitty moaned as she reached up to grab the dark skinned larger breasts there. Amanda liked the feel and lowered herself so that their breasts were rubbing against each other, their hand nipples rubbing against each others soft skin. Kurt put on a new condom as he positioned himself behind them, he never thought this would happen. Dreamed of it yes, but never did he get the change for both his girlfriend and his first crush together like this. Kurt was on his knees as he guides the head of his cock into Amanda’s pussy. Both groaned a bit at the familiar sensation but he wasn’t done yet. He slipped his tail between his legs and used it to enter Kitty’s as well. Both girls were squirming now, Amanda feeling Kurt’s dick inside of her and Kitty feeling Kurt’s tail moving up into her. “Oh god Kurt,” Amanda panted as she moved with him. Kitty kept her hands on Amanda as she felt Kurt’s tail reaching all the way up to her cervix and pushing beyond it. She felt the tip go into her womb and started to feel it trace the walls of her womb hitting nerves no man should have been able to reach. “AHHH! Oh yes! Oh god Kurt you can really work that tail!” Both girls rubbed against each other, taking the time to kiss the other deeply, sometimes moaning into each other’s mouth as Kurt pleasured both of them. Kurt moaned out feeling that he could die happy right here and right now. All three of them moved with each other, their moans, pants and cries of pleasure mixed in with each other’s. Kitty felt Kurt’s tail reach places she never knew existed and the soft skin of Amanda and her kisses were very nice. Amanda loved the feel of her lover inside of her, Kurt always did know how to hit the right spots with her and in this position it was much easier for him. Kitty was also very nice as well, her lips had a nice taste to them as well. Both girls would kiss and fondle as Kurt worked them both. But they couldn’t last forever, “Oh god…guys…I’m…I’m going…to…UGHHHH! CUMMM!” Kitty cried out digging her nails into Amanda’s shoulders as Kurt felt her tighten up around his tail and feeling her juices wet it. Kurt shouted out in German as he leaned forward and slammed his hips quickly and then he cried out as he came. Amanda felt him slam his hips with each time his dick pulse sending ropy cum with each shot. “Ohhhh Kurt!” Amanda cried out throwing her head back, feeling him cum was all it took to finally get her off as she climaxed. After that all three just decided to cuddle for the moment. Kurt was in the middle all grins as Amanda was on his shoulder her leg over one of his slightly rubbing her hand over his spent member. Kitty was on the other just like her only running her hand over his chest. “You know…This whole thing maybe not as bad as I thought,” Amanda said out loud, she had never had a sexual experience even close to that. “Kitty nodded her head, “Yeah it was like so totally awesome,” She smiled. ”Ja, no kidding,” Kurt sighed feeling Amanda’s hand slightly stroking him gently. “So you guys want to…I don’t know…do this again some time?” Kitty blushed. Kurt looked at Amanda and she just smiled and nodded. “Sure thing, but right now…I think we all deserve a little rest,” Amanda said snuggling up to Kurt making her self comfortable on his soft fur. Kitty agreed as she did the same, while Kurt positioned his arms around the shoulders of both girls. All his life Kurt had felt like an outsider, like Amanda would be his only chance, he did love her but for the first time he felt ‘normal’. That he had a chance to live out all the fantasies that he always had but never thought he’d get the change to do it like normal looking person. As her looked to each girl for a moment he smiled. For the first time in a very long time he hadn’t felt like a ‘freak’ because of his appearance. He kissed the heads of each girl before he allowed himself to drift off to sleep. UP NEXT CHAPTER 11: DEEPER FRIENDSHIPS Okay next up is Tabitha/Amara and Kitty/Dani. So please review people the more I get the more the faster I’ll write.  

Chapter 6 - Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6 DRESS UP FUN Jubilee was looking at her dresser mirror adjusting her blond wig, it was stuck to her head with these little clips inside and it took a few tries to get them working without hurting. “Jubes are you sure you want to do this?” Bobby’s voice came from her bathroom. “Well yeah, I know it’s odd but well since in class were are supposed to be open about our fantasies I always had a thing for role playing.” She said over her shoulder adjusting her costume. “Where did you even get these anyway?” “Costume shop in town, I went there right after class to prepare. Besides when you agreed to this I let you pick my look.” “I know but this is…” “What?” She asked him looking at the door. “It’s just that mine is a little tight around the crotch,” Bobby said a little lightly. Jubilee grinned, “Oh really? Well you won’t be wearing it for long anyway. Aren’t you done yet?” “…Yeah…” Bobby stepped out and he was wearing a Robin costume. He had on a green mask that was held on by the same stuff they usually used in the movies only lighter and it was that of the latest Robin. With the boots, and green tights to it and the black and gold cape. “Why did you pick Robin anyway?” Jubilee shrugged, “I don’t know I just always thought he was kind of hot. You know for a fictitious characters and all. So how do I look?” She spun around for him as she was wearing a costume that made her look like Wonder Girl from the current Teen Titans comics. It was all red except for the two gold Ws on her chest and silver bracelets and black boots.  She was even wearing a blonde wig for the role. “What no lasso?” Bobby grinned at her. Jubilee shrugged, “Didn’t come with one and I couldn’t find a good substitute but we can play that game later.” “So how do we start?” He asked his girlfriend not exactly sure how to start something like this. She smiled at him, “I will just remember to keep in character.” She then walked up to him swaying her hips and he’d only seen her move like that only to entice him and then she put her arms around his neck. “Oh Robin I’m so glad that you told me how you feel, I’ve felt the same way about you for so long.” Bobby gave a mental shrug, hey if it got her off then who was he to argue. He placed his gloved hands on her hips pulling her close, “I couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing you all the time, being next to you. You are a beautiful woman…Cassie.” He nearly called her Jubilee but he had caught himself. “I know I’ve felt the same way,” She kissed him on the lips running her hands through his hair as ‘Robin’ ran his hands over her back. He reached down and with one hand grabbed her ass gently. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues started to explore each other’s mouth. Their hands also started to explore each other’s bodies. She reached up and unfastened the cape letting it fall to the floor, she then ran her hands on his chest feeling the muscles under the fabric. Bobby started to trail kisses along her neck even ran his tongue along it. She shivered in pleasure at that, she felt herself getting all hot especially in her groin area, this was more of a turn on then she thought. Bobby lifted her up by her ass and carried her to the bed. He trailed the kisses on her neck to her collar bone as he started to lift the red top off her. She eagerly helped him to get it off and he smiled down seeing her white laced bra. Jubilee looked down, she had grown a bit in that area since she first got here but not much. “Of all the things to share with Wonder Woman, why not her breasts too?” She muttered. ‘Robin’ smirked, “I like your breasts, not too big yet still just more than a handful,” He reached with one hand cupping and kneading one of them causing her to moan. “Ohhhh…yes…like…like that please.” She shut her eyes feeling his hands on both mounds manipulating them through the bra. She looked up and she wanted to see his chest, “Robin please…take your top off I…I want to see you.” He smiled at her and sat up and pulled the top off. She smiled seeing his nice body. She crawled forward and started to lick and kiss his abs then moved up while running her hands over his back. Bobby let his head tilt back, this was amazing she felt so good again his skin. He wanted nothing more then to just tare that uniform off her and claim her but he wanted this to last more. “Oh god Cass…you’re good.” “Thank you Tim,” Said ‘Wonder Girl’ smirking glad that her boyfriend was getting into the role playing. She unbuckled his pants and pulled down the zipper. She release his nearly fully erect cock out, “Oh I want your dick, please…can I suck it?” “Yes, anything you want.” He said stroking her face and she smiled kissed him once on the lips before putting his meat inside of her mouth. “Oh damn.” Bobby moaned she really was good at his but then they both had practice. They both haven’t had sex but before now they had been working up to it. Bobby had eaten and brought his girlfriend off with his tongue or hands and she returned the favour by giving him blow jobs. So they both knew how to orally please the other. He grabbed her head and felt her starting to work up a stronger rhythm that’s when he started to buck his hips feeling her tongue play over his cock was heaven. “Oh god Cassie…you’re so…fucking good at this…I’m going to cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow it all!” She increased her job and felt him buck a bit more wildly, she knew he was close and when she felt his cock pulse she greedily took his sperm down her throat taking his dick as far as it would go down as he released himself into her mouth. She made sure to get it all and pulled out laying on her back and licked her lips clean. “Now it’s your turn.” She grinned at him. He smiled down at her and slipped his pants off she took off her bra as well. He climbed over her and kissed her between her breasts. She smiled as she arched her back feeling his lips on her flesh. Bobby then took one of her breasts in his mouth suckling on the tip of it. “Mmmmm…that’s feels nice,” She told him. If she thought that was nice then he couldn’t wait to see her reaction to what was next. He snaked one of his green gloved hands down and slipped it under her pants. She started to breath harder as she felt his hand on her sex manipulating it and teasing it. He heard her moan and moved her hips and smiled to himself as he slipped his fingers under her panties and into her. “Oh!” She really arched her back at that feeling his fingers inside of her once again. “Damn that feels so good.” She moaned out as she started to move under him. Moving her hips to his fingers pleasuring her. Bobby had enough of that after a few minutes and pulled down her red pants and the underwear with them. She still had on those silver bracelet things and the blond wig while he still had on his mask and gloves. His head went to her pussy and she could literally smell her arousal, “Please I’m so close, make me cum.” She told him, he really knew how to work up her body and right now she wanted to feel release. She smiled and kissed her inner thighs. She moaned in frustration until he kissed her slit then she moaned in pleasure. He gently sent a breath of cold air to her pussy and she jumped and gasped at the sensation and moaned when he used his warm tongue on it right after. She grabbed his head feeling him start to eat her out like only Bobby knew how to, he licked her just right and bite her enlarged clit. “Oh god Robin you’re so good…I’m…cummminng!” She grunted out as she climaxed after Bobby ate her out for three minute using his powers to make frost on her sensitive flesh and then licking it off. It gave her a very unique pleasure that she doubted any other girl ever had. Bobby continued on though and she wasn’t aware of it till she realized that she was still wasn’t coming down from her sexual high like normal. Then she felt him slip in a couple of fingers as he kissed her clit and she moaned out. She grabbed the bed sheets as her hips bucked. But she wanted more she wanted him to take her. Bobby continued to eat her out and at the point she couldn’t take it anymore she told him just what she wanted, “Oh god Robin take me! Take me now! Please.” “You got it Wonder Girl,” He smiled and pushed himself inside of her. He couldn’t believe just how warm, tight and wet she was. He slowly pushed in, he knew Jubes lost her hymen to all the gymnastics she liked to do so he was glad that she wouldn’t have to go through that pain. Both young teens took a moment to take in the pleasure of each other. “God you’re so fucking tight,” Bobby moaned his head in the crook of her neck. She wrapped her legs around him to give him deeper access to her body. Bobby started a slow thrusting motion. Jubilee gave out small groans and grunts as she felt him exit and enter her body. She started to move her hips alone with him and Bobby kept trying new angles to thrust into her body trying to find the best spot to hit her. “Ah!” She cried out, “Oh yeah that’s the spot! Right there!” Bobby grinned and continued on hitting that same spot as best he could hearing her cry out in pleasure. He felt her nails on his back racking it a bit, it was kind of a turn on. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you so good Cassie, so fucking good!” “Do it! Fuck me Robin, I’ve always wanted you to fuck me!” She cried out getting back into character. She grabbed his ass helping him to thrust into her harder. They continued on, Bobby grabbed her shoulders as he could gain a bit more leverage and power into his thrusting. The two continued on calling each other by their costumed names as they worked up a bit of a sweat, the wet sounds of Jubilee’s snatch could be heard over their bodies colliding. But they couldn’t keep it up and eventually Bobby was too close to finishing. She felt him change in this thrusts and knew that he was about to cum, she was close herself. With one final grunt and thrust Bobby came inside of his girlfriend, once she felt his warm liquid hit her inner walls it was enough to push her over the edge as she came soon after him. Bobby and Jubilee now laid in the bed sweaty, tired but feeling very satisfied. “God Jubes that was great.” She smiled and poked him, “See I told you role playing would get you off more.” “Okay I admit you were right…so…who should we be next?” He asked her grinning. She purred at him, “How about Batman and Catwoman?” “Hey I’m game, how about a little villain captures the helpless heroine later?” She smiled at that idea, “Only if you take me roughly I want the full experience.” She cuddled up against him and rested her head on his chest. So far this was proving very ‘educational’ for them and couldn’t wait to play out all the other fantasies she had. She wondered what Bobby’s were as well? Well she hoped that some would involved her. -Sam and Dani- In the woods of the mansion a very special little costume fun was being done as well. There was a camera set up for the little show about to be but on. Dani had asked Sam to try something she always fanaticized as long as Sam got to do one as well. She liked it and now here she was walking through the woods bare foot in a tradition Native American dress. He was a dress with one shoulder bare and her hair with a feather in it. “Hey there pretty.” She acted shocked to see Sam there, acting her part. “You know you really shouldn’t be walking alone like this you never know what kind of person you’ll come across.” He said to her stepping closer, he looked more like a cowboy, he had the vest, had and rope by his side as well as boots with spurs on them. “I…I didn’t know…I-I’ll go now.” She acted scared they had planned this out a bit since they were taping it they decided to put on a little show for the ‘teachers’. Sam grinned and stepped closer to her grabbing her shoulders, “Oh I think it’s a bit late for that.” “Please don’t hurt me, I-I’m just walking through I don’t mean you any harm let me go!” Sam was impressed with her ability to act scared he nearly did let go of her but she winked at him with the eye not shown to the camera. She must have been able to read his expression and was letting him know it was okay. “Well then you got to learn not to go down certain paths little lady.” “W-what are you going to do to me?” Sam grinned at her, “Simple I’m going to fuck you silly.” “No! Please I’m untouched by a man I don’t want to lose my virtue.” Dani pleaded with him getting into the role of ‘helpless victim.’. Sam took off his bandana he had around his neck and turned it into a gag as Dani tried to ‘struggle’ out of his grasps. She only looked like she was and let him gag her. Sam then took his rope and tied her wrists above her head to a branch, her top was pulled down to expose her tanned skin and bare breasts with their dark nipples that were starting to stick out. She was slightly suspended off the ground it just took her to be on her tip toes to support her weight. “Well looks like you’re slightly turned on.” Sam smiled and caressed her breasts she moaned through her gag and closed her eyes and turned her head. She acted ashamed by being turned on when in reality she could feel herself getting wet from this little game. Sam took one of her breasts into his mouth his warm tongue dancing over her sensitive skin. When he bit her nipple hard she cried out as a she felt s jolt of electricity run down her spin. His other hand went to her other one and kneaded it. Even though this little game was to have him ‘ravage’ her he was being gently like his true nature with her. After a few minutes of this and of him kissing her exposed chest all over and licking it she was breathing hard. Her legs were slightly weak and so the strain on her body increased slightly. Sam’s hand went to her skirt and reached under it, Dani hadn’t worn any underwear and felt his hand over her wet snatch. In fact by now she could feel a slim trail of liquid along one of her thighs. “Well are you wet. I never knew just how slutty you Indians were. I bet you’re aching for a good fuck too, you want me to stick my dick in your pussy?” He pressed two fingers into her and she groaned feeling something inside of her. The heat and tension in her loins were increasing with his manipulation, thanks to that class Sam knew a lot more about the female body and where the g-spot was usually located. He curled his fingers and kept probing her. Dani’s head was sweating a little and resting on Sam’s shoulder then she cried out from her gag as he hit a very sensitive area. Sam smiled finding her g-spot and played with it. Dani was so close to an orgasm she knew it, her hips started to thrust automatically. But then Sam pulled out, she cried out in frustration she was so close but he had stopped. She wanted, no she needed something anything to finish her off it was maddening to be so close. Sam just caressed her body and she whimpered in frustration. “God you’re really a slut aren’t you? You want me to finish you off?” She nodded her head furiously, “Good gal, but boy you are really wet down there, and I’m kind of thirsty maybe I’ll need a little refreshment.” She saw him kneel down and hike up her skirt. Then she felt his tongue on her lapping up her juices along her legs and then her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his head his shoulders supporting in weight as he continued on his hands caressing her ass. She was getting back to her climax now working it back up. Sam worked on her tasking her, she was leaking out a lot he never knew she was one of those girls that creamed easily. They had learned how some girls were different than others and some could get very wet very easily and it seemed Dani was one of them. Or the bondage was really turning her on, maybe a bit of both. He heard her grunting and she started moving against him he knew she was close again but she smiled as he stopped. When he tried to pull off her she tried to get him to finish but he slipped out and she screamed out in frustration not cumming again. He knew that he was pushing her to her sexual limit but he wanted to he wanted to make this last and get her to orgasm like none before. Scott had said how teasing a woman can heighten the experience of an orgasm so this was what he was doing. Dani was near tears by now, she wanted to cum so badly she needed it, craved it. In fact she started to feel a few tears of frustration now. She kept on groaning and trying to tell Sam to finish it, she wasn’t sure she could take this anymore it felt like she was going to die from this. “So you want me to fuck you proper now?” He asked her and she furious nodded her head and cried out yes to him through the gag. She tried to plead with him to finish it. Sam smiled and undid his pants and let them fall to his knees she watched him put on a condom and him gripping her hips. Her breathing was hitched and she was sweating from the heat of her body, Sam had worked her up so hot and horny that she would have done anything he said if it got her off. As soon as he was close she wrapped her legs around his waist with no intention of letting go this time. Sam rubbed his dick over her entrance and she groan both in pleasure and frustration. “Do you want me to fuck you?” She nodded and cried out yes from behind the gag. “As you wish,” and in one solid movement he slammed himself into her fully and slammed against her cervix. She threw her head back and screamed out as the sudden move sent both pain and pleasure through her, she orgasmed right then and he felt her clench. Dani had lost her hymen at fifteen with masturbating with a sex toy. She had been young and after a sex ed class in her old high school she wanted to try it out. It had hurt and she hadn’t tried that till weeks later with her fingers. But this was so much better, Sam had taken a moment to take pleasure in her pussy clenching him and the juices spilling out of her but then he started humping her and thrusting into the Native girl over and over again. Dani didn’t notice it at first but when her climax ended she did notice it wasn’t going down as usually in fact she felt it building up again. Then she noticed Sam fucking her and heard him grunt with each thrust. She was building up to another orgasm fast she never had two this close before it was so good that it almost seemed to hurt in a way. She grunted as well with each of his thrusts and soon started to grin her hips into him. “Oh yeah I’m cumming, you hear me I’m cumming so get ready for it!” With few more powerful thrusts he did on last powerful lunge into her and came in her. She felt his member pulse and throb and she screamed again as her second orgasm hit her more powerful than her first one. She saw spots in her eyes and when the euphonium passed she passed out from the pleasure slumped against him. Sam panted out feeling her unconscious body and with one had on her ass he supported her as with the other he untied her wrists. He sat down on the grass cradling her in his arms, “Hey Dani you okay?” He asked her gently rousing her and taking off the gag. “Ohhhh…that…was…unbelievable.” She whispered out. She had never came that hard before in fact she could feel her juices all alone her inner thighs. She made a mental note to take a shower as soon as her legs felt strong enough to walk. “You know I never would have thought that a girl who had been trapped in a mine for years like to be tied up.” He smirked. She smiled and rested her head on his chest. “I never knew you always had that cowboys and Indian fantasy. So how was it to finally fuck one?” “I like it.” He smiled at her and kissed her forehead, “How are your wrists?” “They’re okay I’m glad we tested out what rope to use before this, nice thing with the gag though, I never thought of that.” Sam just shrugged, “I just got caught up in the spur of the moment.” “And was teasing me all that time part of it?” She grinned she still felt a pleasant tingling sensation in her loins. “No that was planned.” “You’re an evil man you know that?” She joked. “You didn’t like it?” “Fuck yes I did, god Sam I’ve never got off like that, you’re going to make some woman very happy one day you know that?” Sam just blushed at her comment and the two just sat there in the grass holding each other for a little longer. NEXT UP CHAPTER 7: BONDAGE PRINCESS AND WILD CHILD Amara and X23 take are the focus next up….I hope, if I don’t get enough reviews I’m not sure I can be motivated to go on. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- AN: For those of you that didn’t know in the Marvel vs DC comics Jubilee and Robin had a small romantic fling with each other hence why I had bobby dressed at Robin III. I had her as Wonder Girl (Cassie from Teen Tiants comics) to even it out and to have like two different couples in one.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

This is one of my earliest works so it might be a bit rough in some areas I have gone back to fix a few things before but I might have missed a few things so please be patient at times. Also I don't trust beta readers as I had bad experiences with them in the past. Disclaimer: I don’t own X-Men Evolution or anything relating to it and I make no profit from this at all. This takes place about 2 years after the show all the X-Men members are in collage while the New Mutants are still in high school and the ages are. Scott & Jean (21) Rogue (20) Kurt, Kitty & Tabitha (19) Bobby, Ray, Amara (18) Jubilee, Roberto (17) Rahne (16) Jamie (15) Any other characters that might show up are also older too. This is just for fun so if anyone seems OOC then that’s okay since I’m not going for accuracy here. Chapter 1 Jean was on her desk, pants pulled down as Scott was thrusting his manhood into her from behind. Her shirt was still on so she couldn’t fully feel the desk as her chest was rubbing against it with each thrust. But she could still feel enough of the pressure rubbing her breasts to make her feel good. Her hands gripped in the edge as moans were coming out of her mouth from the sexual act. Scott had just come in and had told her to bend over and she did feeling the emotions coming off him. So she did as he asked, first he moved her long hair away and kissed her neck as his hands went to work on her sexy body as he called it. She loved how his strong hands rubbed her breasts over her shirt, how his fingers dung into her pussy and played around with it. He made sure she was good and wet before he plunged into her with his member.    Ever since they started having sex they had started to explore various things and they both were pleased to find out that each other had no real hang-ups on sex as they went on.   Most would think them repressed, but in sex they finally found the true release they needed. They role-played, had sex in private and even public areas for a quick rush. She loved to be dominated by him though and sometimes she dominated him. Sometime they had sex, other times they made love but right now she was just being fucked. Every once and awhile one of them would go to the other to relief themselves of tension either sexual or just the frustrations of life. At the moment she felt like Scott was trying fuck her into unconsciousness, and she was loving it. His dick was large enough that it stretched her walls just enough to give her the right amount of pleasure/pain and his length was long enough so his head kept going through her cervix entering her womb, he always felt so deep inside of her. First time that happened it hurt, but her body was used to such penetrations by now. Scott was just getting out some frustrations with Jean, she always felt so tight and he loved it. He grunted with each thrust slamming into her rear end, he grabbed her lovely long silky hair and turned it into a rough ponytail while riding her. Jean’s head was forced back with it as he pulled on it. “OH-GOD-YES-UH-OH-DON’T STOP-ARG-FUCK-UGH!-ME-SCOTT!” She yelled out in passion through her own grunts of pleasure. Scott slapped her ass making her jump a bit. “MORE!” She begged and Scott grinned as he continued to slap her ass until it was red. He made sure it wasn’t hard enough to hurt her much. Jean felt herself coming closer to a climax and could feel Scott’s member starting to throb as his thrusting lessened a little but became more forceful. “I…I’m going to cum!” Scott told her. “Do it, fill me with your cum!” Jean cried out and felt him thrust one last time and felt his semen filling her womb. It was all she needed to orgasm and cried out his name as her inner walls clenched him, milking him for everything he had. They didn’t bother with condoms, if she did get pregnant they both agreed to be there for each other and raise the kid as their own. Even though they were still in collage they both wanted to get married one day. Besides she was also on the pill and kept track of her fertility cycle, and when it was high Scott wouldn’t cum in her pussy on those days. Plus Jean had learned this simple trick by using her powers to create a telekinetic bobble inside of her womb. She would capture all his semen and later force it out of her body. He leaned over on her back both panting and sweating a bit. Jean felt her hair being moved and Scott lightly kissing her neck, she smiled at the contact. Even during moments like this he was a caring lover. “I love you.” He told her and she knew it was true. “I love you too.” She responded in kind as his hand roamed over her body. He straightened up and pulled out of her and Jean felt a little sense of loss at that. She stood up and turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close to a deep kiss. She felt a slight wetness at her crotch from Scott’s member, still all wet from their fucking. She smiled and knelt down on her knees. Scott grinned, at first Jean hadn’t been sure about oral sex but after he ate Jean out for the first time she wanted to return the favour and to both their enjoyments they found that they liked pleasing each other in that way too. She took his nearly limp member in her mouth and slowly started to suck and move her head back and forth. Using her tongue to clean up all the juices on it. Scott groaned and placed a hand on her head guiding her rhythm. She always could do this so great. After his penis was hard again he led her over to the bed and placed himself down on it. She was about to take him again when he stopped her. “Why should I get all the pleasure?” Scott said with a grin and she got the message. Kicking off her pants and panties she placed herself over him only so her pussy was in his face and she began sucking him off again as he ate her pussy out. Jean took him deep down her throat, it had taken time but she had learned how. Scott also learned what Jean liked him to do. He first ran his tongue over the slit and teased her clit, licking it and then biting it slightly. She moaned and Scott felt it in his member and caused a groan of pleasure from him too. He used his hands the part her folds rolling his tongue around her hot flesh. Jean pressed her sex against his face more wanting him in her again, but Scott was dragging this out. She started to suck, and lick his dick with her long as it went into her mouth and down her throat. She rolled her tongue around his shaft and did all the things she knew he loved. Scott was now placing his tongue as deep as it would go inside of her licking her g-spot as a thumb caressed her clit, he also knew what she liked and soon Scott was thrusting his hips up and Jean hers down both getting off on the action. One of the perks to dating a telepath was that through their link they could feel what the other was feeling and knew exactly what the other needed and wanted. The feeling of not only their pleasure but of their partner made this even more intimate and they felt closer in these moments than any other. Soon Jean felt his dick start to throb in her mouth and from Scott and knew he was about to come, she wasn’t far behind with Scott playing with her lower regions like he was. Soon Jean came groaning with Scott’s dick still in her mouth and the sensation of her getting off carried through the link and Scott came too. Jean swallowed it all like every other time, it took some getting used to and some girls claimed it was an ‘acquired taste’ but Jean didn’t mind. She sucked him off making sure she got it all and nothing was left behind. Both young adults were sweating a little now and panting as Jean pulled herself off Scott and laid down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Everyone knew not to bother them when they had the doors closed, in fact the first time they made love it had been so intense Jean had accidentally sent the pleasure they felt to everyone in the mansion. That was something she wish never happened or would happen again, and not exactly a great way for everyone to find out about them either. After a moment of just blissful sleep they decided to put on their pants again and just as they were finishing up Xavier called out to them. ‘Jean, Scott. Can I see you two in my office?’ “Do you know what this is about?” Scott asked Jean who only shook her head. After a little cleaning themselves up and they entered the Professor’s study. “Ah good, as you two know since mutants have been band for the extra credit courses and clubs we’ve had to make our own.” Everyone knew about that, mostly it had been because of the parents fearing for their kids. So Xavier came to an agreement with the schools that if his students had proper ones here it would go to their education. Of course they agreed mainly because it would get the mutants out faster. “Anyway Beast and I need to leave for Muir Island and I was hoping that you would teach one of the extra classes.” Both Jean and Scott had done this just before they got out of High School, Scott was going for a teaching degree and this would help him out, Jean who was studying genetics could add this to extra credit work. “We’ll…we might need some help.” Jean said biting her lower lip. “I mean for starters we both have a lot more work now in collage.” Xavier nodded his head in understanding. “Yes I know, so you can take a teaching assistance from the students to help you with the work.” “Alright then…so…what will be teaching?” -==Later==- “Sex Ed? Why that?!” Scott said again once they reached their room. “Well…why not make the best of it?” Jean offered and Scott looked a bit confused until she told him what she had planned. He had to admit it was tempting to some degree and with the adults gone, not to mention Ororo and Logan were on their honeymoon, since they had FINALLY gotten married, it was just them. “Okay…but who would be our ‘assistant?’ Scott asked. -==An hour Later==- Rogue was walking to her room. It was the study week in March so she had the week off not sure what to do. She was wearing her usual outfit minus the green see though top. It had been a few months since they had found a way to control her powers. It turned out to all be in her mind, that she had put up some kind of mental barrier after her powers manifested. Thanks to Xavier and Jean she was able to take that down and finally could touch. She still dressed as a goth, but lately she didn’t wear gloves anymore and liked to show more skin.  Even though she was really happy with this, she still felt empty inside. All those wasted years gone, she could never get them back. Plus she couldn’t help but wonder how her life could have changed. She got into her room and noticed Jean and Scott were waiting for her. “What’s going on?” She asked. They never normally both saw her at the same time and why were they in her room of all places? “Well you know how the Professor is leaving with Hank to Muir Island for a little research there?” Jean asked her and Rogue nodded. “Well he wants Scott and me to teach a class again.” Rogue hated those extra credit classes but then again with the way mutants were treated in school he had got them to agree that these extra credit classes would count to some degree. Rogue just thought it was an excuse for them to get rid of the mutant students quicker in a more legal way. “Well the next class he felt should be a Sex Ed course since those classes are extra in a few schools and he felt that everyone would talk to us more since we’re younger than the other adults here.” Scott went on. “Well what are ya doin’ here then?” Rogue asked walking over to her bed sitting down. “We need a teaching assistant to help out with all of this, since both Scott and I also need to use this week to finish up on a few projects for collage.” Jean explained. Rogue laughed out loud and fell on her back. “You’re kiddin’? Right? I mean for starters I’ve never slept with a guy yet and why would I help out with this anyway?” “Because you’ll get an automatic pass, you’ll learn something and…you get to fuck Scott if you do.” Jean told her and Rogue stopped laughing right there as her face was in pure shock not sure if she had heard right. “I know you’ve fantasized about him, and you know what…he’s though of you too in that way. If we’re going to teach this course we’re going need to be flexible in our relationship and we’re going to teach it our way and to make sure they learn everything there is to know about sex.” Jean closed the door with her TK and looked back to Rogue. “But first we need to give you an introduction course to the class.” To Rogue this was getting freaky weird and looked to Scott to see a small grin on his face looking at her. She felt a flutter in her stomach with that look. How she had wished he had looked at her like that before. She still had a thing for him, even after all this time. “I-I-I don’t know about this, I mean-“ Scott placed a finger against her lips. “Don’t worry…you said you haven’t fucked a guy yet so why not now? I’ve always wanted you Rogue, I do love Jean but you’re a very attractive, and a sexy woman too and I can’t ignore that.” Rogue didn’t know what to say, sure she had dreams like this but she had accepted the fact that she would never have Scott and moved on years ago, but here she was with the chance to live out that fantasy. She was about to say no, when she suddenly screamed out as her body was rocked by something. She fell to her knees since her legs had given out, when it was over she realized she just had an orgasm. She knew from what those were, she may be a virgin but that didn’t mean she didn’t masturbate from time to time. Hell when you’re a girl who can’t touch it’s the only way to get rid of all the sexual tension. She looked over to Jean and saw a smile on her face. The girl had gone into her head and did something to trigger one. She cried out again as another hit her and was left panting. “You want more I know it.” Jean told her. “Trust us Rogue, you were cut off from all this pleasure for so long without just cause. I can promise you that you’ll make up for ALL the lost time…besides I know you want a cock in you right now, I can feel it, the heat between your legs. Just say yes and we can begin.”   Little did Rogue know that Jean was pressing all her sexual spots in her brain, keeping her sexually stimulated and horny like hell. Jean knew that Rogue would need a little push, and to be honest Rogue didn’t mind the idea anyway. Jean could feel how starved Rogue was for any kind of sexual release and not just from this moment. Years of pent up frustration lay in the girl. Scott picker her up and placed her on her bed and was now on top of her inching closer to her face his warm breath she could feel now. “Just say it Rogue.” He whispered to her. She blushed as she felt his body pressing against hers and she knew she wanted him, and despite herself…she wanted to give in. “Yes.” She whispered out. “What was that?” Scott teased. “I didn’t hear that and yes what?” “Fuck me! Do me now, please!” The words came out of her mouth on instinct without rational thought but it was what she wanted the empty aching feeling needed to be filled and this was a moment she had longed for so long. Scott grinned and kissed her deeply placing his tongue in her mouth, and then ran his hands up the side of her body and then gently caressed one of her impressive breasts. She moaned in his mouth at the touch. They were almost as large as Jean’s but they were firmer as he could tell. She ran her hands though his hair and down his back. Scott started to trace light kisses down her chin and then her neck. She moved her head to allow him better access to it and moaned out from the wet feeling of his lips on her skin. After ten minutes of kissing and running their hands over each other, Scott pulled off her top leaving her black bra exposed. She pulled of his shirt and marvelled at his body. All those years of training really did their work on him. She kissed his chest and down his abdomen. She unzipped his pants and pulled them off and grinned at the white boxers he had on, and then eyed the large bulge in them. Scott then moved them to have her lay on her back. He started to place kisses down her neck right down the center of her body like she had done with him. He placed kisses on her breasts, she moaned at the contact and arced her back up to him for more. He also ran his hands over her well formed body, gliding them over her exposed skin and she never thought anything felt so wonderful. He made a trail of kisses down to the stomach and pulled off the black leather skirt. She felt so hot even though she had nothing on but her bra, panties and stockings at this point, especially between her legs were she was aching to be filled. Scott saw that her panties were already wet from the two orgasms. Scott took off her bra and marvelled at her great set of tits and the nipples on them. The nipples were larger then Jean’s and already they were hard. He gently took one of them in his mouth sucking on it. Rogue gasped and then moaned and grabbed his head in her hands. It felt better than anything she had imagined. Scott teased the nipple with his tongue and with his other hand started on Rogue’s other nipple, rolling it and pinching it until it was hard. Jean watched as her boyfriend and lover was getting Rogue all hot, she hadn’t been sure about this at first but this was really turning her on. She took a chair and started to strip off her own clothing. She sat down and watched as Scott continued his foreplay and felt herself getting hot so she started to pinch her own nipples and pull on them slightly. This was really getting good, there was something really erotic about seeing Scott about to fuck one of her friends, and it was Rogue’s first time too. Scott bit her nipple a bit and she jumped at that but it wasn’t hard and as soon as he was finished with getting her nipples he then moved his mouth to the other breast as his hand moved down her stomach and then under her panties. She felt his fingers brush past her slightly shaved hair, she just kept a small patch there and when his fingers started to rub over the slit, she gasped and jumped a bit once more. “Oh god.” She moaned out as she started to nipple of his earlobe. She felt his fingers then enter her two at a time gently propping her snatch like she had so many times. So many times she had fingered herself in the shower or bathtub thinking of someone like Scott fucking her and here he was. His thumb then went to her clit and she started to work her hips against his finger. “Scott…please…I…I need you…now.” She pleaded with him, she was so hot and panting now. “As you wish.” He said as he pulled his mouth off her breast and withdrew his fingers wet with her juices. He traced them up her front and then positioned them to her mouth. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to but she opened her mouth as he placed them in and she tasted her own juices for the first time. It was kind of erotic and another turn on for the both of them. Scott positioned himself between her legs and pulled off her panties but leaving on the fishnet stockings. He then pulled off his boxers and Rogue’s eyed her first cock, and it was larger than she thought it had been. A bit more than seven inches at least and thick too, she wasn’t sure if it would fit in her since the vibrator she used was slender so it wouldn’t break her hymen. He then looked for his pants and pulled out a condom, he saw her looking at it as the opened it and started to place it on. “Wouldn’t do for you to get pregnant on your first time would it?” “N-no.” She simply said but truth was at that moment she didn’t care, in fact she wanted to feel his seed enter her and have nothing in the way, after years of nothing she didn’t want something to get in the way but this was WAY better than nothing. He positioned himself over her and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. “You ready?” She nodded her head at his question and he slowly entered her. “Oh god Jean…she’s really tight.” He said as he moaned while entering her. She moaned as well feeling herself being stretched for the first time. It was kind of painful but in a strange good way. He slowly eased his way into her until he felt her barrier. “Get ready, this is going to hurt but I’ll stop after and let you get used to it. Just tell me when you’re ready again and I’ll start moving.” She nodded her head and held her breath knowing what was to come. He pushed past her barrier and she cried out from the sudden pain. He stopped as she laid there breathing deeply and after a few second the pain was gone and she nodded her head. He slowly began to continue. She whimpered a bit until he hit her cervix gently as he buried himself up to the hilt in her. “Oh god Scott…you’re so deep in me.” Rogue said at the feeling of being so filled. “Just wait the good stuff is coming.” He said as he pulled out a quarter of the way before sliding back into her. “Uh.” She grunted out as he felt him come back in. It hurt a bit but she felt her body was slowly starting to get used to it. She was so wet that she was nearly flooding, with Jean putting pressure on the pleasure centers of her brain, and what Scott was doing, her body wanted this. He pulled out and in and started a rhythm she moved her own hips as her body started to feel pleasure in a way she had never thought possible before. Then he pulled out halfway and then their movements picked up and soon he was pulling out most of the way and slamming into her. “Uh-uh-god Rogue-uh-you’re-uh-so-fucking-uh-good!” Scott said out between grunts as he worked her moving his hips to try and find her g-spot. “Oh-uh-yes-uh-oh god!” She was grunting back as he started to really fuck her now. Then she heard other moaning and both turned to see Jean fingering herself with three fingers deep inside her as her hips moved with them. Rogue then noticed that while Scott was fucking her he was looking at Jean who was looking back at her. ‘Damn it, he’s thinking of fucking her while he’s fucking me!’ She thought angrily, this was HER first time and she was going to give Scott a fuck he wouldn’t forget. She grabbed his head and turned it to her and forced a nice deep kiss as she started fucking him back with as much energy as she could. “Come on Summers, show me what you got, fuck me so I can’t walk!” She said as she tried to clench her inner walls around his dick. It had the desired effect as he groaned and then looked into her eyes and he fucked her to the best of his abilities putting all his weight and force into it. Rogue started to scream out in ecstasy and pain as he did, she felt like he was going to tear her in half but she was loving it. She bucked back lifting her ass off the bed as she continued to fuck him. She started tossing her head side to side from it all still crying out she felt herself building up until it happened. She came. Her eyes popped open and she gasped right before shouted out as her back arched and she clamped down on Scott’s dick her body trying to milk it for what it’s worth. The sudden tightness was too much and Scott came into her thrusting one last time. She could feel the pulsing of his penis inside of her and wished she could feel his hot liquid enter her but she was too lost in her orgasm to care. After a few tiny thrusts with his hips he collapsed on top of her both of them were covered in sweet from the episode and he pulled out of her and then rolled onto his back. “Damn…that was good Rogue.” He said as he pulled off the condom careful not to spill the contents and trying not to get her virgin blood on his fingers. Jean had came too when they had finished and was wiping down her snatch with a few tissues from a box and handed a few to Scott as she then cleaned up Rogue’s vagina cleaning up a little blood coming out of it. It was only a little end remembered how she too had done so her first time with Scott. She also saw Rogue’s pussy slightly red from it and that her pussy hair also had a slight white strip on it. She grinned to herself as she had never seen that part of her before and had kind of wondered as did a lot of the boys as she picked up if she also had white hair down there. Rogue was panting and let out a moan at the tough not sure who it was since her eyes were closed. “So…how was it Rogue?” Jean asked her. “It was…fantastic.” She managed to say. “You know…I’ve had a fantasy too I’ve been wanting to try out.” Jean said as she put the tissue box away and crawled over Rogue. “What do you say of a little ‘experimentation?” Rogue opened her eyes wide as she felt Jean’s naked body against hers. She didn’t know what to say, she had never thought of a girl in that way before but before she could say anything Jean kissed her and lightly caressed her and soon Rogue found Jean’s tongue in her mouth as she moaned. Rogue was surprised by herself she didn’t consider herself gay but here she was enjoying frenching a naked Jean. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with two people exploring their sexuality and besides I think Scott could use the rest…and a nice show.” She grinned over her shoulder at Scott who was watching the scene with great interest. Then she turned back to Rogue, “Besides…I say we still need to explore more of your sexuality and if we’re going to help teach the others about sex we might as well get some first hand experience about certain things.” Jean kissed her again and then felt Rogue start to get into it and started to caress her back and then grab her ass. Scott meanwhile was grinning at the sight and hoped that when he was ready he would join in later. Seeing as this was another fantasy of his he wanted to try out. TO BE CONTINUED Up next Jean/Rogue and then Jean/Scott/Rogue and the class begins.

Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: The Thief

  The Spider and the Goddess Chapter 3: The Thief It had been a couple of days since that incident with Mary Jane and Peter was still unsure how they would make it work but so far things hadn't gotten weird between them. They still seemed to have that closeness of what they had but also the side benefits of sex. They were taking things slow a step at a time of course they also had worked out several issues. Them being that they would still see others if they wanted to but if either of them found someone serious then it would have to end as it wouldn't be fair to keep going on. So Peter did his usual thing, went to work at Horizon which he was really getting to like. He was finally able to play around with the kinds of equipment and work on things he had only dreamed of. He remembered in high school that a place like Horizon would be his dream job. Plus the people were all crazy smart (sometimes a bit more crazy than smart) but it made things interesting at work. At least he didn't have to deal with a boss that yelled at everyone all the time. Of course that old boss of his was now the mayor of New York who also used funds to create an anti-Spider-Man taskforce. “I have officially lost all faith in politics and voting,” Spider-Man sighed not for the first time. How had they elected Jameson given he had created the Scorpion one of his worst villains and all the crap that was shown he had made up. “Then again if Bush Jr. can get elected twice why not have Jameson elected once? Although I’m pretty sure the tax payers are going to get him at re-election for that task force.” If he was a bit more immature he would seriously consider painting anti-Jameson slogans all over those billboards of his. Well one good thing being an Avenger is that he had Captain America who was in charge of SHIELD had his back. It sure did paid off being an Avenger to help his reputation he had noticed. So far Spider-Man had some free time at the moment and decided to patrol the city. It always was helpful plus there was always something to see, of course not all of it good, he still felt awkward that one time he had caught a couple in an alleyway in a very embarrassing and intimate moment. Or the time he had been having a snack to suddenly realizing a homeless guy below him was using a street corner as a bathroom. Or that smell that came from that little deli on the Westside, he had been in the sewers of this city and whatever they put in their back alley was just toxic. As Spider-Man swung over the streets of the city he couldn’t notice that he had been watched the entire time by a certain red haired goddess. Aphrodite had been keeping an eye on her new mortal as she would pop in now and again to check in on him. So far her spell hadn't gone off since that day with the red head ex-girlfriend of his. She floated around watching him now and again he really did seem to work himself too hard. That job of his reminded her a bit too much of her husband or ex-husband really, she never did love Hephaestus since she had been forced into that loveless marriage. Was it any wonder she had an affair with Ares or a few others she could name? Then again her Ex had his own little affairs not that she minded as it meant his attention was elsewhere. Plus when they had been married he had been so busy with work she got bored a lot. So seeing Peter like this brought on a few memories she didn't want to remember of her old marriage. Plus apparently no one in that workplace of his was either attracted to him or him attracted to them. She also recently found that he was also worked with other of these mortal heroes as well, although she had to be careful of that Dr. Strange fellow, his mystical abilities might be able to pick her up if she did anything that might be noticed. Sorcerers always did make things more difficult than they had to be, it was one of the reasons she never liked to get involved with them on a personal level. Then there was that tall building Peter worked at when he somehow changed that costume he wore into a black and white to match the others. Again he worked but this time he was helping out with children which was kind of endearing to her.  She always loved children after all part of her job was procreation as well as love. She also had also sensed the love between the husband and wife there, a strong bond of love that had seen its strain and tests but still seemed to last. If she didn't know any better she would have sworn that had been her work. But still nothing, she was getting bored again and the spell she placed on him hadn't gone off for two whole days. She was starting to form a plan of getting the overworked mortal out there into the world, maybe pretend to be a neighbor and ask him out? She could easily take the form of a different looking mortal and take him to a club and see what happened. That was then she noticed something, someone was stalking her mortal. At first she thought of getting defensive but she felt no hostility against this mortal in fact...she grinned as she felt the familiar emotions of lust coming off the mortal. Having a closer look it was a female but dressed in black leather with long white hair. She could feel the woman's eyes on her mortal and also not only the lust coming from the woman but apparently she felt the echo of past times with him on her as well. 'Oh ho another ex-lover Peter?' She thought to herself grinning as things were about to get good. 'Maybe I won't be so bored after all.' Peter had no idea that the Black Cat was currently on the prowl and had spotted him two blocks back and slowly making her way towards him like a cat playing with its prey. The white haired former thief had seen Spider-Man a few blocks back and she thought it would be fun to play a little game with him. After all it had been ages since she had some fun and started to ‘stalk’ him, she knew that as long as she meant no harm his spider-sense shouldn’t pick up on her. Slowly she got closer and closer to him and just when he stopped and was reloading his web shooters she bounced. She had just meant to jump on his back but that damn spider-sense of his ruined the moment as he quickly turned around caught her arms and pinned her to the ground with himself on top. He had moved a bit more fluid than normal and apparently he had picked up a few new tricks. “Cat!?” Spider-Man was surprised when he looked down at the woman, there was enough light from the surrounding buildings to get a good look at her. He could see her long white hair spread out around her, her slim black mask covering her face as he could see that beautiful face with the alluring blue eyes. She licked her red lips in a sensual way. “Hey there Spider…so you going to get off or are you just enjoying my body?” She told him as he suddenly realized that he was pressed up against her. He could feel her large breasts pressing against his chest and it was giving him all kinds of naughty thoughts especially since he had seen her naked plenty of times. He got off her offering her a hand as she smiled and accepted it, she got up with a kind of cat like grace that just seemed natural for her. Peter really had a hard time with this woman, she was sexy as hell and not only did she know it, and she reveled in it. This was a woman that wasn’t afraid to use her sexuality to her advantage. “So why the tackle?” Peter asked trying to not look her over and it was oh so hard. She had those long legs, a great waist, her entire body looked to have no fat at all on it as she was trained gymnast body. The fact that her black leather cat-suit (pun intended he thought) didn’t hide anything. Then there was that plunging v-neck line showing her impressive cleavage. Plus it was that attitude of hers all that confidence and sexuality. You put that all that wrapped up in one package and it was trouble on two very long and great looking legs. Maybe that was why it was so hard for him to think straight with this woman and she caused a lot of problems. Hell he never knew where he stood with her, why did she have to play the bad girl and be so hot on top of it. “I just wanted to say hi,” She nearly purred out. She walked to the side of the building swaying her hips sexually and posed like a cat in heat with her hands behind her and her back slightly arched. He was sure she was teasing him on purpose she always did like to play little games like these. “Next time you could just come up and say it instead of jumping me,” he joked trying to regain some control of the conversation. “Maybe I did want to jump you, you seemed to have enjoyed that when we were together a few months back.” She smirked and licked her lips. And there he lost his composure again remembering the sex they had before Charlie, he wondered if she was wearing that black panties and bra again, from the neckline on this version of her costume he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. He tried not to look but he couldn’t help it, he felt himself wanting to feel her body against his again. ‘God when did I become a sex maniac? I just had sex with MJ not too long ago and now I want to jump the bones of my…what other ex? God I never knew where we stood really, maybe fuck buddy?’ Peter really didn’t know but all he knew was that for some reason he was horny as hell and she looked oh so good to him. For Felicia the Black Cat, her little game was taking a different turn. She looked him over and knew that body under the uniform. She didn’t know the face she preferred it like that, the mystery of who he was made it kind of hot for her. But for some reason she was feeling very horny staring at him, she remembered all the fun times they had and it made her feel slightly wet. God how she wanted him in that moment but one of the reasons they had stopped was because apparently he was off the market. She felt annoyed that she would most likely have to go home and masturbate to sate her body’s huger. “So I guess you’ll want to get back to that girlfriend of yours,” she said a bit bitterly. “Actually…we broke up,” he told her as he walked closer to her and saw her eyes widened a bit in surprise before she smirked and walked towards him to meet him. “So…no one home waiting for you?” She asked. “Nope not at the moment,” Although he didn’t bring up Mary Jane, well they had said that they could see other people. He couldn’t believe he was doing this but he hadn’t felt like this since he had seen MJ in her club. Was his breakup effecting him that badly that he had to get laid by all his ex-girlfriends? Although at the moment he really didn’t care as he felt this aching need to have her. What neither of them knew what that Aphrodite’s spell was working on the both of them and the mutual attraction they already had was easily making things a lot easier as any barriers they had were broken down and the need they had for each other was fed. The goddess herself prepared herself for the show as the two mortals were so sexually energized that her little spell barely had to do anything. Black Cat didn’t wait for another moment as she nearly launched herself at the man pulling up the mask and capturing his lips with her own soft ones. Peter immediately wrapped his arms wound her one on the back of her head pulling her closer to him and the other on her ass. He had always had trouble thinking on who was better physically MJ or Black Cat but there was thing that Black Cat over MJ and that was her ass. It was an amazing ass as his hand squeezed it hard just the way she liked it. She moaned into his mouth in approval as she returned the favor. Eventually they had to pull away for oxygen as she looked at him with hungry blue eyes, “Spider I know usually we go for a little more flirting but I’m feeling like a cat in heat. If we don’t fuck soon I think I might just push you down and rip that costume off of you.” She held up her hand showing the little claws on her gloved hand of her costume to prove the point. ‘Fuck I can’t have her rip this up this is my new suit and it’s expensive to repair,’ Peter thought quickly ever since he upgraded his uniforms from work to change and use unstable molecules he got from Mr. Fantastic they weren’t cheap to replace like the old cloth ones he used to wear. He knew that he couldn’t take her to his place as he looked around and blinked in surprise. “Well…there’s one place we could try out if we got some cash on hand.” Spider-Man pointed with his chin. -Hotel- Working the late shift at the front desk wasn’t something Emilia enjoyed, it was usually just people coming in for the night for some quick and dirty sex, illicit affairs, or just wanted a quick place to hide from the cops for the night. Well at least the pay was decent and she wasn’t on the cleanup crew, the things some of them found from the stories she heard from the cleaning staff, well front desk duty wasn’t that bad in retrospect. Still she would hope for something new to happen as she signed and looked at the register, mostly it held Mr. & Mrs Smith as the couples, at least there were a few that were more original than that but this place wasn’t in the upscale area of Manhattan where you had to use your ID and credit card checks. Still the people that did pay with their credit card should have known that their real name was on it when they used it. Still as she flipped the pages she wished for something exciting. “Uh…hey we need a room for the night,” a male voice spoke up and from the sounds of it, it was a first timer using this place. She could hear the nervousness in his voice and wondered if this was yet another affair. “Names please?” She nearly sighed out still not looking up as she turned to her right to find which rooms were free on the computer. “Spider-Man and Black Cat,” a female with a lot more confidence spoke up. ‘Wow really? At least that’s original,’ Emilia sighed as she looked up and did a double take. She couldn’t believe her eyes at the sight of a man in a Spider-Man costume with a gorgeous woman literally almost hanging off him in a Black Cat costume. “uh…you two…” “Cosplay convention is in town,” Spider-Man told her. “You know how it goes we met up and hooked up so…a room?” “Uh-oh right just a second,” She quickly gave them a room as they paid in cash for the night. She watched them go and they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Well it took all types lord knows she had role played a few times in her life but dressing up as actual famous heroes? Well it did give her a few ideas but then she stopped. “Wait…what cosplay convention!?” She knew there wasn’t anything near them that could hold anything like that. -Room 504- The door burst open as Spider-Man had barley gotten it opened while Black Cat had attacked him in the elevator and hadn’t stopped. She had her arms around his neck and her legs locked around his waist as he was using his super human strength to keep her up with one hand on her ass as he used the other to take the key and slam the door closed. He threw the key on a table not really taking notice of the room as he guided them to the large bed. They went down kissing and pawning at each other hungry for each other. “Oh god Spider it’s been forever,” she moaned as he kissed her long elegant neck. Peter slipped a hand under her clothing through the v-neckline to caress one of her breasts squeezing it a little roughly just the way she liked it. “Oh you really remember how to turn me on,” she purred caressing his back she pulled his face to hers kissing him as she used her long legs to turn them over so now that she was on top of him. She grinned down at him like a cat that caught her prey as she gently ran her fingers over his costumed top. “Oh we’re going to enjoy tonight.” “Damn why do the bad girls have to be so sexy?” He asked out loud looking up at the vixen on top of him. “Because bad girls have the most fun,” she told him as she slowly started to strip out of her top. She was making it painfully long as she slowly opened up the v-neck and pulled it down to her belly before slipping out an arm freeing part of her chest. He could see one of her breasts now the large fleshy globe topped by a light pink nipple. She pulled down the other side pushing it all to her waist as she took one of her gloved fingers in her teeth and pulled it off, throwing it away when she got it off. She did the same with the other glove now the only thing on her was a collar and her small mask. “Oh Spider let me see you,” She pulled on the bottom of his top as he helped her to get it off, she helped to remove his gloves and web shooters. His mask would stay on though, it was the little unspoken rule between them that the masks always stayed on. She looked over his chest and ran her hands over it, she loved how his muscles felt under her touch. She started to lean down and place gentle kisses along his chest and stomach as she slowly crawled down his body and got to his belt. Peter watched the sexy woman take off the belt, he was glad that he had started to carry cash in that that thing too many times he had been caught without it. Then she undressed the rest of him first his pants, then his boots leaving him in his boxers with a very noticeable bulge in them. She grinned at him as she stood up and very slowly stripped out of her clothing. It was like watching a personal strip show as she cupped her impressive breasts and pushing one up licked one of her own nipples moaning loudly for him. Then she turned around and slowly took off her own boots after her hands glided over her body as she leaned down and took off her pants and he could now see her ass perfectly framed by a very sexy set of black slick panties that showed off a lot of her ass. She turned around and hooking her thumbs into the sides of her pants she slipped out of them. Now he could see her in all her naked glory, she used to have a small patch of white hair above her crotch but now she kept it very clean and shaven. “Hope you enjoyed the show,” she teased him. “Oh you bet, you always did know how to show off your assets.” “Can you blame a girl?” “Hell no they’re amazing assets.” “I know one other thing that’s pretty amazing,” She told him as she reached for his boxers and finally freed his dick. She licked her lips as she immediately started to give him head, first just the tip and slowly she kept going down on him making Peter moan as he ran his hands through her hair. She managed to get most of it down before taking a breath. “God that’s still great, hope you don’t mind me having that in me right away. I’m already so wet that I’m dripping here.” “Go for it Cat, I want to feel you.” She smiled as she sat over his crotch taking hold of his large cock and placed it at her entrance he noticed that she wasn’t kidding bout dripping. He could see the liquid slowly leaking from her pussy as she placed it right against her slit and then suddenly sat down on it. “Oh God I needed this!” She cried out feeling herself being filled up fully like only a few other lovers had been able to do. She rolled her hips enjoying the feel of him inside of her, stretching her insides in the way she missed so much. Peter gripped her hips as he helped her to rid his cock she rode him fast and hard as she had been horny since the rooftop and needed this. She looked down at him as only his mask protecting his upper face was the only thing on him. She rode him like a stallion, sometimes she would grind her hips against his and then move her hips in a figure eight pattern to really get a feeling of his dick pressing against different areas inside of her. He reached up and cupped her breasts as he played with them making her purr as he would twist her nipples in that way she loved. He could feel them hardening under his touch as her breathing increased. It was like old times with them, like they hadn’t stopped having sex with them it was always a bit animalistic and energetic. Black Cat was like sensuality and sex all wrapped together into a tight package that could drive men wild with passion. “Time to switch it up Spider,” she told him getting off his now wet cock as she turned around to show her ass to him shaking it a little. “I really want you to give it to me now.” He got behind her as he made sure to place his cock to the right hole and thrust forward into her from behind. “You really have the world’s best ass you know that,” he told her his hands kneading her rump. “Got that right,” she pushed back against him feeling him enter her like this at this new angle brought her even more pleasure. Soon the small rocking starting to get more intense as he started fucking her. “Oh god-fuck yes-fuck me Spider!” Black Cat yelled out as she rocked against him as hard as she could feeling how his dick nearly pulled out and then slammed back in. Peter held onto her hips as he slammed against her ass he couldn’t help but admire how much of a perfect ass she had. The slapping sounds were heard as they met mixed in with the sounds of the bed and their own voices. Her large tits swayed with each thrust as her nipples sometimes would rub against the sheets as she balled her fists. By this time the heat of the room had increased as the musky scent of sex filled the air, both of their bodies were now starting to be covered in sweat as Spider-Man continued to fuck her doggie style on the large bed. The bed itself shook from their passion as their groans and moans of sexual bliss filled the room. Black Cat reached her orgasm first as she cried out unable to hold herself up anymore her top half fell onto the bed as her ass was still raised up as Peter continued to fuck her with strong thrusts. She shuddered with every thrust as she rode out her orgasm feeling her inner walls still being pushed aside by every thrust of his cock only extended her orgasm. “Cat I’m going to cum!” He warned her it since he wasn’t sure if she was safe like MJ had been to cum inside of her. “Pull out and stand up,” She told him as he did so she quickly got on her knees placing his cock between her breasts. “Kitty wants her milk today,” she smirked at him squeezing his hard and hot cock between her tits as she moved them along his shaft a few times before taking the head that poked out of her fleshy orbs into her warm mouth. “Oh god Cat,” he moaned as he couldn’t take anymore and fired his cum into her mouth. She greedily took all of his cum. She gulped it down as fast as it came feeling it slid down her throat and into her stomach. Peter took a few breaths looking down at the sexy woman who still have his cock in her mouth trying to suck him dry. He moaned as he felt her head going back and forth trying to take his entire length in, now that he had softened a bit she could take it all down her mouth but he soon found himself starting to harden again. He was a bit surprised this was another time he was getting hard quickly again, well whatever the reason he was on a roll with that so he wasn’t going to question it now when he had Black Cat’s mouth all over his penis. She was pleasantly surprised to find him hard already, she took it as a compliment as she got up and pushed him onto the bed in a sitting position. “Still one more hole to go Spider,” She grinned at him. She turned away from him as she sat over his lap as she used her hand to guide his cock. She held her breath as she felt the tip slide past her ass cheeks and hit her asshole. She grunted as she slowly lowered herself down onto his prick feeling it invade her body. Looking at the mirror in the room she watched herself being impaled onto his cock the feel of it stretching her ass out to the maximum. “Oh fuck yes you always fill me up so nicely Spider,” She told him as she watched him move his hands to her large tits and started to play with them making her moan a bit more. Slowly she kept going down until finally she was sitting on his lap all the way down. She moaned out feeling him in her ass right now she sat still letting her body get used to him again. She was glad that his cock was so nicely lubed up at the moment because she didn’t think she could have fit that monster up her ass without it. Peter groaned behind his mask, Black Cat had been the one to introduce him into anal sex and he had to admit it was different than fucking a woman’s vagina. It wasn’t as wet or warm as a vagina but it was a lot tighter. He had done it a few times with Mary Jane, it took some effort but she could do it although they only did that now and again plus she couldn’t fit it all the way in like Black Cat could. Black Cat however seemed to really get off on it for some reason but Peter didn’t care at the moment as she had just started to bounce herself on his lap and his mind went back to the white haired sexy woman currently riding him. She threw her head back crying out in passion as he bounced her ass onto his cock. Peter could see their reflection and especially her reflection. There she was this sexy woman her large breasts bouncing with every move, sweat glistening on her fine toned body, he would see her pussy lips covered in her juices as his dick would disappear into her ass. His hands couldn’t help but grip her breasts feeling how firm they were in his hands. She pulled his face towards her as they shared an awkward kiss as she ground her ass into his hips. He groaned before holding onto her hips and stared to help her along with riding him again. She cried out with a laugh as she reached behind with one arm to hold onto his neck her other hand went to her pussy. She felt her enlarged clit and started to play with it making her cry out even more the only thing she wished she could do was to have two of him at that moment to fill both of her holes at the same time. Still the two of them continued on in this position as Black Cat lost herself in sexual bliss she came a little bit from how she was playing with her clit but she wanted more, she wanted to feel him cum inside of her ass that would really get her off. “Spider you fuck my ass like no one else,” she cried out. “I can’t help it, like I said you have the best ass ever Cat, I love fucking you there, you feel so tight.” He grunted out as he felt her grip around his cock tighten slightly. “I want you to cum now Cat, I want to hear you cum.” “Cum in my ass then! I want to feel Spider-Man cum in my ass, fill me with your cum Spider.” She told him as she increased her pace trying to get him off. She was close to another orgasm but wanted them both to cum together. Peter wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out, he held onto her as he started to groaning as he felt himself reaching his climax. “Cat I’m cumming!” “Do it, do it now, I want it!” Spider-Man cried out as he held her down onto his lap as he felt himself empty his cum into her bowels. He felt like he shot off several loads into her waiting body holding her very still onto him with his powerful hands on her hips. “Oh god yes!” She screamed out feeling him shoot his load into her had been what she wanted to feel. She finally reached a large orgasm from feeling that hot liquid enter her ass. She came so hard that her whole body  shuddered as her pussy leaked out even more fluids, even squirting a little as her vaginal fluids shot out of her pussy and onto the rug of the room. She was sure it wasn’t the only bodily fluids that had ever been on that floor either. She always got off the best when she had her ass fucked and having Spider-Man’s cock in her ass was always the best. She leaned her back against him as she felt his hands caressing her naked flesh that was another reason she liked having sex with him, he always so loving even in moments like this. She closed her eyes feeling his hands go to town on her body as she gave small moans of approval. That’s when she noticed it was still hard. Before she could ask him something she was flipped face first onto the bed as he was fucking her again. “Oh my god again so soon!?” She yelled out as he humped her ass. “Yeah don’t know what’s gotten into me lately but it’s like I’ve gotten super charged.” He told her. “Well a lady like me won’t complain, oh god that feels good, fuck me Spider, fuck my ass, fuck me through the bed.” She moaned as he started to do just that as her body sunk into the mattress with each thrust as he grunted with the effort. “Ugh, you’re like an animal!” she screamed out in pleasure. Aphrodite had been sitting in a chair the entire time enjoying the show, she was currently sitting in a chair one hand lightly rubbing one of her breasts as another was playing with herself watching the show. The energy of their sex and her close proximity felt electric to the goddess. If this kept up she might have to pop back in once and awhile to feel a little recharge. Since her powers came from love and sex this whole spell was starting to turn out for her benefit given all the sexual energy in the room was feeding her, it was a lot more potent with him though. She found that interesting plus it seemed her little spell had enhanced his libido. She watched as her new favorite mortal fucked the woman’s ass but there was a problem now. The goddess was starting to get turned on, she could join in but the sudden appearance might spoil the mood. Maybe another little ‘dream’ romp with Peter would be nice but she couldn’t wait. Well she had a few nice studs and women back home waiting for her so she left the two mortals to sate her own needs. Next up Chapter 4: The Soldier

Chapter 12 - Chapter 11: Morning After

The Spider and the Goddess Chapter 11: Morning After Peter tossed in his bed as something felt off, the bed felt slightly different. As his sleepy mind slowly came too he found that the sheets seemed different. He opened his eyes expecting the darkness of his apartment but instead once again there were candles everywhere. He found that his bed sheets were now made from black silk as he looked around. “Damn been here before,” Peter ran his hand though his hair pushing himself up with the other. “Glad you remembered,” purred a sexy and yet familiar voice as someone’s bare arm wrapped around him as he suddenly found that he wasn’t alone in the bed anymore. Next was that woman from that really intense sex dream awhile back. “Ah this seems familiar,” He joked as the woman kissed him passionately and as god as his witness that kiss felt more real than any dream and kissing her felt like his whole body felt alive. “You’ve had a busy time,” she kissed his neck as one of her hands stroked his chest. “All those women.” “Yeah…kind of been an eventual time lately,” He liked the way her lips felt on his skin, plus her own skin was so impossibly smooth and soft. “Do you like what happened?” She asked him as her hand went lower and found his manhood, her soft slim fingers slowly wrapped around it as she started stroking him. “Yes, and I like where this is going too,” Peter sighed. She smiled whispering into his ear, “Then would you like all of them? All at once, having them all in your bed?” Peter groaned feeling his hardening dick in her expert hand as he thought about it. Hell what man after reaching puberty never thought about being with more than one woman at a time? Only fantasy was a lot easier than reality but he was in a dream right? What the hell, he might as well play along then. “Yeah I would like that.” “Then take them,” She said and suddenly when she pulled back it wasn’t the dream woman anymore but a familiar red head Mary Jane Watson. “Come on Tiger, fuck me.” She told him. “You got it beautiful,” Peter took her close kissing her as he leaned her onto her back on the bed as he climbed on top of her. He felt her hand guiding his cock to her entrance, he figured she wasn’t in the mood for foreplay so he entered her. She moaned out in pleasure feeling him fill her up. Peter was on top of Mary Jane as he began to thrust into her waiting body, she was smiling up at him as she thrust back with him. It felt so right when he was with her, her beautiful face and how her green eyes looked into him. He leaned down to kiss her as she kissed him back eagerly, when he pulled away it wasn’t Mary Jane anymore he was fucking, it was Silver Sable. She racked her hands over his chest moaning in pleasure Peter was still inside of her as she turned them in bed as she got on top, but instead of Silver Sable riding him, it was Carol now as the buxom blonde rode Peter, his hands going to her hips as she watched her blonde hair flay about. She leaned forward and when she got back up it was Jessica this time, she got off him and got into the doggy position as Peter got behind her. He entered the dark haired beauty as he gripped her hips and started thrusting she cried out with every thrust as she eventually fell forward. Peter pulled her up and looked down to grab his dick and placed it at her slit but her hands took it and placed it to her asshole instead. Peter looked to find he was with Black Cat only in her mask as she guided him into her ass, he groaned feeling her tight ass around his wet cock. He fucked the Black Cat in the ass like she loved and then Peter sat back pulling her into his lap and now it was Julia in his lap facing away from him, his hands went to her tits playing with her nipples knowing they were the most sensitive part of her body. She pulled herself off turning around as it was now Anya sitting onto his lap as he felt her tight pussy wrap around his cock, she wrapped her arms around his neck riding him as he grabbed her tight little ass helping her along. She rested her head on his shoulder as Peter fucked the young woman, when she pulled back it was She-Hulk now as she pulled him to her breasts, he took one of the green hard nipples into his mouth sucking on the large tit. Peter went to the other breasts and found the green skin was now a more usual color as Rogue pulled him to the other breast. That was when he felt the hands running over his back as his dream woman was there pressing her massive and impressive breasts against his back. “You have them all now,” she whispered into his ear. “Do you want them all, want them at any time, any way for real?” “Yes,” Peter told her. “Even like that?” She turned his head seeing the room filled with the women. Mary Jane and Black Cat were in a 69 eating each other out, Carol and Jessica were scissoring each other rubbing their pussies together as hard as they could. Rogue was being eaten out on a chair by Silver Sable as she pulled the white haired mercenary’s head harder as she cried out in pleasure. There was She-Hulk up against the wall as both Julia and Anya were sucking on one of jade giant’s breasts with Julia fingering the green Avenger. They were all there in various states of a lesbian fantasy that he could only dream of, the room filled with the voices and cries of passion of them all. It was at that moment he wondered whose pussy his dick was in. He turned back to see the dream woman being the one now in front of him as she pushed him back onto his back slowly riding him.  “Give me your essence and I’ll give you another gift,” She told him starting to pant as her body rose up and down. “I’ll give you the ability to keep your women pleased.” Peter gripped her hips as he thrust up into her pussy, it felt so incredible, so soft and yet it gripped him tightly, it was also so warm and wet. His dick seemed to fit perfectly for some reason almost like the woman’s pussy had changed to be the most perfect vagina in the world. Aphrodite knew that even with his impressive physical abilities even he had limits, this next phase would allow him to keep it up stamina wise. After all if you had to please several women all the time you had to be able to get it up and keep it up for a long time. “Tell me you want it!” she cried out. “I want it!” He told her. “Then cum, cum and give me your essence!” She rode him harder. Peter couldn’t last any longer as he groaned loudly as he fired his cum into the waiting woman. She sighed in release as her hands seemed to slap into his chest as Peter felt a rush of power. Peter suddenly woke up looking around, the place expecting an orgy but it looked like it wasn’t the case. He was breathing hard and felt some sweat on his body. He looked around and the place didn’t look like an orgy had taken place. Although the tell tale signs of sex were here as he heard someone to his right. Looking he saw the young tanned form of Anya putting on one of his shirts. It was a bit large on her small frame as it came down to just under her butt. Anya turned to see him and smiled blushing a bit, “Uh sorry all my clothing was just costume and underwear. I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your shirt it was just on the ground.” “No worries,” he smiled at her. “Thanks, uh…you mind if I use your bathroom?” “Go ahead,” He told her looking for some pants he saw the cotton ones he used to sleep in as he watched her go into the bathroom. He pulled them on and sat down with a sigh, just what the hell did he do last night? Well of course he knew but why, everything just seemed right at the moment but now, he just fucked a girl in high school.  Okay so she was of the age of consent at least but still, that was a bit young for him. Although he had to admit last night had also felt very good, she was the tightest fuck he had, well ever it seemed. Sure she was inexperienced but she had her own charms, plus that whole talking in Spanish thing she did was just really hot. “I’m going to hell,” He muttered palming his face. “And what was up with that dream?” Anya was about to take a quick shower she had worked up kind of a sweat from last night and she felt a bit grimy. She paused taking a look at herself in the mirror, she turned a few ways as she took off his shirt and looked at herself naked. Well she wasn’t a virgin anymore so she was a full on woman now right? So, was she supposed to feel or look different? She didn’t really, well okay her pussy still felt a bit used from last night as well as a few muscles and she could see a hickey on her neck from their second sound. She turned to her side and other views looking for anything that would say ‘hey look I’m not a virgin anymore’ but it didn’t seem any different than she had yesterday morning when she woke up. Anya shrugged and turned on the water letting the warm water hit her young body. She placed her head on the shower wall and groaned, she had just fucked a man years older than her and who was basically one of the people she considered a mentor in her life as a hero. Hell they shared ‘spider’ in their names now and she just fucked him. Well more like he fucked her, thinking about last night and the things they did brought up a warmth between her legs. She couldn’t help but use her slim fingers to trace the small slit as she felt the jolt of pleasure from it. Anya slowly started to rub herself as she remembered Peter thrusting over and over into her down there filling her young body to the brim. She didn’t even notice the other hand going to her one of her B-cup tits gently rubbing it. She had woken up kind of horny, she wasn’t sure why but she thought she had a dream last night. Peter was there making love to her but it was fuzzy. She thought for a moment other people were there, she wasn’t sure as she couldn’t really remember it at the moment. “Hey you need anything in there?” Peter’s voice called out to her from the other room. Anya jumped in surprise as she stopped masturbating, “N-no! I’m fine, thanks.” “Maybe I should use the cold water,” she muttered to herself. Peter made them breakfast, nothing fancy as he was a basic kind of guy. Eggs, bacon and orange juice although he did add some cheese to the scrambled eggs that Anya took when she asked him. The toast he took with jam as she did, apparently they both liked that on their toast. Anya wasn’t sure how to act after the fact that they had had sex last night. Were you supposed to talk about it or just go about like everything was normal? Not that she was sure anything about last night was ‘normal’, she just had sex with one of her mentor heroes and learned his secret identity. All in all he was a surprisingly normal guy, his place wasn’t bad as he looked to keep it clean. Her own place was cleaner but with two girls sharing an apartment that made it a bit more easy she thought. Anya offered to place the dishes in his sink as Peter watched her go, she placed them in. She took the orange juice and placed it in the fridge as she had to bend over to place it in an open area that looked like it would hold it. Peter really tried not to look but there she was leaning over with just his shirt riding up  just enough showing off her little ass and her pussy, she most likely wasn’t aware of it. A part of him wanted to bury himself in that recently deflowered pussy, god she was so tight. He pushed that away although he still hadn’t taken care of that morning wood from that dream. Sure he was no longer hard but he was starting to feel a little blue balled at the moment. Okay he really needed to get this out of the way quickly. “Okay Anya, about last night…” She paused as she bit her lower lip, “Yeah I know, what we did…” “I know right,” Peter ran his hands through his brown hair. “I mean it was good.” “It was?” She looked at him as her eyes lit up, “I was actually kind of worried about that, I thought I was going to suck at it.” “No no, you were good trust me on this,” he assured her knowing how fragile someone’s confidence was after their first time. He really didn’t want her to have a complex on him plus she had been good so there was no reason not to tell her the truth. She sighed in relief, “Oh good you have no idea how much I was thinking that I wasn’t any good. I mean you were great,” she blushed remembering the things he had done to her as she tried to ignore the slow heat of her body building up from those memories. “I mean…wow, totally get why people are so into sex now.” Peter did feel a bit of his ego grow from the fact that he gave her one hell of a night. “Yeah it can be really great. Just…well I guess this is the ‘what happens now’ part of the talk.” Anya nodded her head, “Yeah kind of figured that. I mean it’s not like we can date.” She was disappointed in that, he seemed really nice in person without the masks in the way. “Yeah,” Peter could see that she knew that because of their age difference it would be impossible to go out normally.   Anya felt this whole thing sucked, she had a great time last night and they had to call it quits because people would freak out on the age difference? She went out and put her life on the line to save people, she had lived to see both her parents die, she had gone through some crappy times and because she was born at a slightly different time than him? She let out a frustrated growl, “This sucks!” “Anya,” Peter tried to say something seeing how this was starting to get a bit upset. “Oh come on,” She told him pacing around a bit. “Last night was one of the greatest nights of my life and we can’t do anything about it?” “Well what would you have us do, have some kind of secret relationship?” He knew that had been a mistake as soon as the words left his mouth as she turned to look at him with a glimmer in her eyes. “Oh no, come on Anya.” “Why not?” She pleaded with him. “Well…how long would something like that last?” He had been about to put in the age thing but since last night that argument was no longer on the table. “We’d have to just hang out inside or not be too obvious in public. Plus you’re in high school you should be dating that boy you see in class you like not some guy who used to be a science teacher.” “You were a science teacher?” she asked blinking. “Yes and I was good at it.” “Then how come you said that in the past tense?” “Because I lost my job from being late from…quit changing the topic.” He warned her seeing what she was doing. “Okay fine,” She sighed although it was interesting to know he had been a teacher. She kind of wished she was her science teacher in school the one she had was this older guy that was boring to listen to. “If I could have a normal relationship in high school I would.” She sat down playing with the hem of the shirt. “It’s hard to get a boy to like you when you got the reputation as the ‘orphan girl’, I don’t want someone’s pity for that. Plus then you get the fact I’m out being Spider-Girl, my part time job at the library doesn’t leave me a lot of time to date.” “Even if I did you know how hard it would keep a secret from them that I’m Spider-Girl?” “Actually, yeah I know that all too well. I was about your age when I started out as well.” Peter really remembered how hard it was in high school to be a hero. It didn’t get any better when he was at NYU before having to drop out. “Exactly!” She did remember how she had given that young hero Reptil her number but nothing really came from it. Plus he seemed to be more interested in a girl at the Avengers Academy last time she checked that place out. Anya got off the chair and walked up to him placing her hands on his chest looking up at him with pleading eyes. “So why not at least try it out? We got nothing to lose and like you said how long could it last? I just…I just want to try, I don’t want to just have a one night stand as my first time. I’d rather have had it with a really great guy that I’m seeing…even if it’s in secret.” Peter really was torn at this moment, she was giving him the puppy dog eye look and he really didn’t want to crush her hopes now, plus the fact that he really wanted another go with her despite how wrong it might be was really hard to ignore. “You really make a good argument.” He told her. “How about I sweeten the deal?” She wrapped her arms around his necked as she got on her tip toes to kiss him. Peter grabbed her slim waist as he pulled her into the kiss. ‘Well if I’m going to hell I might as well enjoy the ride,’ he figured. He kissed her sliding his tongue over her mouth as she opened it eagerly accepting it as she moaned into his mouth. Her slim body against his was kind of a turn on. His hands went down to cup her cute little ass. She jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him as he held her up eye to eye. She smiled at him kissing different parts of his face. “This is more like it, I wish I was a little taller but I think I like you being taller than me.” Anya said as she started to feel something hard pressing against her bare sex in his cotton pants. “I think I like that more.” “Up for some morning sex are we?” Peter joked. She bit her lip in anticipation, “Can we?” “Sure if you still give me some Spanish lessons while we do it.” “Hagámoslo, let’s do it,” She told him as he carried her to the bedroom again. She pulled off her shirt and threw it away with one hand kissing him when she could getting completely naked. “Mame la verga tetas,” She spoke up and then translated. “Suck my tits.” He hoisted her up higher as she placed her hands on his head pulling him to her small breasts feeling his mouth. Her small brown nipple disappeared into his warm mouth as she felt his tongue rolling over the hardening nub. She gasped feeling him suck slightly on it, she used her agility with one of her legs to get her toes to grip the waist band of his pants. She pulled them down along with the underwear as she pushed them down before bringing her leg back up. Peter loved the little moaning she did as he felt the bed and laid her down on it. She was there waiting for him her lithe tanned skinned body just waiting for him. He went for the dresser and got a condom out of it, “You want a bit more of a warm up first?” “Que se joda,” she smiled at him fingering her sex with one slender finger as a wet sound could be heard from it. She had been horny since she woke up and she never got to finish in the shower. “Translation please?” He grinned opening it. “Fuck it,” she explained. “Although I would prefer it if you just fucked me. Come on papi chulo, I’ll teach you Spanish but you have to teach me about sex.” “You got it,” He finished putting on the condom as he got on top of her, he guided himself with one hand as he felt the heat of her pussy even through the condom. He slowly pushed in as she groaned in pleasure. ‘Oh god I’m going to get addicted to this.’ Anya thought to herself feeling how big he felt inside of her. It was a lot easier this time, there was no pain as he smoothly started to slide gently in and out of her. She looked up into him as they started into each other’s eyes  as they thrust against each other their bodies slid against each other. The feel of him, of his male body on hers and his manhood inside of her made her feel like a full woman. She was making love not as some high school girl but as a woman when she was with him. She pulled his face down to kiss him. She reached around to caress his back, it felt so strong in her hands as her fingers dug slightly into his skin, nothing painful but he sure felt them there. It was a slow build with them as they both wanted to make sure that they both got as much out of this as possible. Peter attacked her slim neck with his lips as she turned her head moaning out as her legs widened. Even before her spider powers she was a trained gymnast so she was flexible.  Her thighs were pressed down into the bed easily enough as she felt her body slide up and down on the bed covers. She wanted to enjoy this moment for the rest of her life if possible. After a few minutes of this Peter felt that maybe it was time to switch it up a bit, you could only fuck in the same position so long before it got stale after all. “Let’s try something new,” He pulled out and turned her around onto her stomach. He guided her hips up as she got into the doggy position. He got back inside of her as he used his hands on her hips to help guild her. He couldn’t go all the way as he didn’t want to hurt her trying so his hips never quite reached her ass. “Ohhh papi, that’s soooo good,” Anya’s head rested on the bed letting him guide her, she felt him change the angle of his penetration. It was almost like he was searching for, her thought was cut off as she cried out throwing her head back as he hit a spot she hadn’t even known existed. “And that’s a g-spot,” Peter told her as he kept hitting it making the young woman cry out in pleasure with every thrust into it. “It’s actually easier to hit in this position sometimes and now that I know where it is, I can hit it all the time.” “Me encanta! Me encanta! Oh god! Augh! Ah! Ahh!” Peter groaned with every thrust she was just so tight it was amazing. “I…I think…I think I’m cumming!” she told him. “Then cum Anya, cum for me.” Anya cried out as her whole body seemed to tense up as she let go, she let her climax take her. For Peter her already tight pussy gripped him from her orgasm. He didn’t need to wait anymore with a few more thrusts he groaned as he felt his own release as his seed spilled into the condom. Both just stayed in their positions taking a moment to enjoy the after effect. Anya couldn’t keep herself up anymore and slid down resting her upper body against his bed with her ass still in the air. She felt him slip out and she let her hips drop. Peter smiled down at her as she lay there panting for breath as he pulled off the used condom and threw it into the waste bin next to his bed. “Ohhh god, I feel so good. I didn’t know it got better,” Anya sighed as she rolled onto her back. “I’m so glad it’s Saturday and I got no school.” “True and I got no work,” He grinned down at her as he felt himself still hard. That was odd even though he had enhanced stamina he was usually either soft or slightly soft after cumming. He saw her looking at his glistening cock still wet from the lube from the condom. “So since we both have the day off, how about some extra lessons?” She grinned up at him. “I’m all yours teach.” -Later that Night- Mary Jane was doing her rounds in her club, making sure all the drinks were going well, that people were having a good time and chatting up some of the movers and shakers. All the times she had partied in these clubs she never once thought about all the work that went into them. She had an all new respect for people that ran all those clubs she went to in her wilder days. Her feet hurt, she had already had to have security deal with a few trouble makers, one asshole tried to feel her ass not knowing she was the owner. Good thing for him, back when she was living with Peter in the Avenger’s tower she had gotten some combat training for her own protection. Some was even by Captain Freaking America himself so she could have easily dislocated the man’s arm. But that was why she had hired nice, large security people that knew their jobs. Some she had even known from other clubs, hell that was why she hired some of them because she knew they were good. Now if only she could find a Patrick Swayze type of bouncer. She took a moment to find an empty spot at the bar to take a moment, the bartender tonight was a young woman that went by Jinx, neon pink hair and several face piercings that made you wonder just what else she got pierced. She was really friendly and MJ liked the woman, she was good at her job. She saw her working the counter at the other end as MJ thought about going behind the bar for a bottle of water. The red head rolled her shoulders as once again what she tried not to think about entered her mind. Peter was fucking She-Hulk, okay that wasn’t something she thought would happen. Peter was a great guy, yeah he had his faults like how he felt he had to keep the world up on his shoulders alone was one of them. She could name a few others but the fact was she was starting to have second thoughts on why she broke up with Peter. Hell sometimes when she thought about it she didn’t get why it had happened, okay yeah there were issues like the whole thing with her life being in danger a lot but she got over it after awhile. Maybe it was just that she was taking for granted that Peter would always be there and it was unfair to think that. It had been her idea to have this ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement so if Peter was screwing other women that was his choice. Hell she could easily take some stud here and fuck him back at her place, his place or hell even in her office.  But she didn’t feel like doing that, she would prefer it was Peter with her in those moments. “Wow you look like a woman with a lot on her mind.” A woman’s voice brought MJ out of her thoughts. She hadn’t even noticed the woman showing up, she was just there sitting next to her and MJ nearly jumped out of her skin. “Oh sorry didn’t notice you there.” Although MJ was starting to wonder how the hell you could not notice this woman. The woman had looks that made Mary Jane feel a bit self conscious. ‘Good lord I think those are actually real.’ Her eyes cast a slight look to the massive cleavage in the other woman’s very exposed dress. It wasn’t slutty but it did reveal more than a dress might, it was perfectly alluring and the woman just radiated sexuality. “Don’t worry out it but you really look like a woman with a lot of trouble on her mind,” the woman smiled at her. “So I figured out of sisterly bond between women I would help, let me guess, man trouble?” MJ smiled shaking her head, “Well you got it in one.” “Oh trust me it wasn’t that hard to get right,” she laughed. “The look on your face I’ve seen it all and heard it all.” “You some kind of relationship councilor or something?” Mary Jane asked the stranger. “You could say that. I am very experienced with relationships and trust me if anyone had an answer I would. I’m Rose by the way.” “Mary Jane,” She shook hands with the woman and wow her hands were so silky smooth and MJ wondered heat her secret was. “You know it’s kind of hard to hear over all this you know where we can find some place a bit quieter to talk?” Mary Jane wasn’t sure but honestly she could use someone to talk to, she couldn’t really go to some of her friends since it wasn’t exactly a normal problem. Maybe talking to a stranger who had no previous knowledge of her might work out better. Plus at the end of the night it wasn’t like she would ever see this person again. MJ also had been thinking about this all day and she really needed to get it off her chest. She led the woman to her office upstairs. They sat down on her couch as MJ started to open up a bit. “Well there’s this guy, my ex actually, although we’re still friends lately we’ve been, how can I put this?” MJ looked to the ceiling. “Friends but still sleeping together?” Rose told her with a small knowing smile. MJ blinked as she looked at the woman, she hadn’t known this woman was so insightful maybe this Rose woman really did know her stuff. “Yeah, it’s kind of open relationship and I just found out that he’s also sleeping with another woman.” “Someone you know?” “Well, kind of,” MJ didn’t know She-Hulk personally she hadn’t been an active member of the Avengers when she and Peter were living in the Tower at the time. “I know about her.” “And you’re worried you might lose out to her. Maybe even that he might stop sleeping with you and start seeing her full time.” It was more of a statement of fact than a question. MJ was about to deny it but some part of her knew that deep down that was one of her fears. This was She-Hulk, the woman was a tall, Amazon beauty, she had seen the picture of her and honestly it was no wonder so many men wanted her. Mary Jane knew she was no ugly duckling, hell she knew she was a sexy woman too but next to She-Hulk she felt more average. Rose leaned in a bit closer than what MJ might be comfortable with as she spoke up. “Look if you really are worried maybe you should go after him then. Don’t be intimidated you are a beautiful and sexy woman and you shouldn’t feel like you can’t get the man you want.” “Well I would like to fight for him but I might be at a bit of a disadvantage.” She replied. “Who said you have to fight for him,” she smirked. “There are other ways you know.” “There are?” She really wasn’t sure how much she liked this woman getting slowly closer to her. “You ever shared a lover with someone before?” “No.” “Ever wanted to?” Rose asked with an impish look in her eyes. “W-well it never really came up,” MJ was getting nervous now. Rose giggled as she closed in gently. “You should think about it, trust me it’s much better to share the love than fighting over it.” With that the very sexy stranger leaned in and kissed her, Mary Jane was in shock as she sat very still she had never kissed another woman before, never even thought about it until now. It was different than a man, her lips were softer. The woman pulled back with a smile leaving a shocked MJ staring back at her. “If you learn how to share you can surprise him and you don’t have to worry about any other women. Just let go of your inhibitions and enjoy yourself.” “B-but I’m not gay, or bi,” MJ told her. She tilted her head almost in disappointment. “Really, why must you have to label things? Society keeps trying to put things into categories when you don’t really need them. If you like someone then go for them, if the choices are sharing the love or trying to keep it holed up then I say share it.” “You have to learn to let go of what society tells you is right and wrong and just do what you feel that makes you happy. You don’t strike me as someone that lets the world tell you what to do.” Mary Jane was still reeling from what was going on, she wanted to pull back but for some reason she couldn’t. There was this pull with the woman in front of her, this alluring pull that she just couldn’t shake herself from. She felt her face flush slightly and she was not the one to get embarrassed out of anything these days. But her question made her think, she had always been a bit of a wild one in her younger days. She had been a party girl going out at all times enjoying her youth for all it was worth and then some. “Just let me show you that pleasure comes in all forms,” Rose told her kissing her lightly on the lips as she trailed down to her neck. “I…I don’t know about this,” Mary Jane told her although her body was starting to react but she couldn’t see why. She had never felt attracted to a woman before but she knew the feel of how her body reacted when she was turned on. The woman said as she slinked down MJ’s body pulling her skirt up gently. “Let me show you a world of wonder. Trust me I know what I’m doing and you’re going to love it.” She pulled MJ’s panties aside as she kissed the red head’s thighs, she didn’t know why her legs opened to allow this stranger access to her sex but MJ did it anyway. Mary Jane couldn’t believe this was happening, she had never once thought about another woman in a sexual way. She was straight, she had always been that way and yet here she was with this big breasted beauty pulling aside her panties like this and she could feel the breath of the other woman on her snatch. “I…I’m still not sure…” Mary Jane said weakly and very nervous but felt strangely aroused, it was very confusing for her. “Shhh, let me expand your horizons,” She smiled rubbing MJ’s thighs and then licked her pussy. MJ jumped as the woman’s tongue was like an electric jolt to her pussy, nothing unpleasant just startling her. Then the woman started to dig her tongue into her sex as MJ gripped the edges of her couch. She bit her lip as the other woman was eating her out but she was very good. She tensed up trying to think that this was no different when she had Peter do it for her. But Peter wasn’t this good, oh Peter had learned to be a great pussy eater in their time together and Mary Jane loved it when he did it but this woman knew tricks that even MJ had never known about. “Oh god,” She moaned as her hips started jerk forward. “Oh my fucking god!” ‘Oh you have no idea how close you are beauty,’ Aphrodite smirked as she worked her skills that she had honed after thousands of years of sexual experience. “Oh god,oh god…awwww,” Mary Jane was losing herself as she pulled open her blouse she felt too hot. She pulled her bra up to get at her nipples, her fingers pinched and rolled the hard sensitive nubs. She couldn’t believe she was getting off from a woman eating her out, normally she would have been turned off by the thought of sex with another woman but now she just wanted to keep going. She couldn’t believe this was happening, that she was going to cum from a woman eating her out. The woman’s tongue was magic and then she felt it, she felt the woman’s lips wrap around her clit and started to attack her little love button. “Ahhhh!” Mary Jane’s hips jerked. “Oh God! Yes! Yes!” Her mouth hung open as she screwed her eyes shut gripping the couch in a near death grip as she silently screamed after a moment a shuddering moan escaped her lips from her orgasm. The woman ‘Rose’ lapped up the red head’s juices as she knew that after breaking down the walls in her mind about having sex with women the next part would be so easy. Mortals were simple people really once you studied them and she had studied everything about them and how their bodies worked for countless centuries. Rose kissed up the club owner’s thighs, up to her stomach as she started to lightly make her way up MJ’s torso. The red head was still a bit dazed from her orgasm she wasn’t fully aware until Rose’s hands started to fondle her breasts. Her light tough was working its magic against her skin, it was like having satin rub her skin. “Just learn to let go and enjoy yourself,” Rose told her as she caressed MJ’s chest and took one of the red head’s rose colored nipples into her mouth. “Ohhhh,” MJ ran her hands through the woman’s long hair. She couldn’t believe she was doing this but she was feeling too good. Rose leaned up to look MJ right into her eyes as she trailed a hand over her face, she could see the confusion, the lust and even a little bit of fear. Fear of the unknown of going to a place she had never gone before. “Trust me, let me show you something you can use to make him notice you more. It’s sometimes more fun to share after all and you have to be ready for that.” She leaned in and kissed MJ and this time she kissed back it was light at first but now she was eagerly kissing back as the two sexy women started to make out with each other, touching each other. MJ felt the other woman’s tits and was shocked that they were in fact real. There was no artificial sensations to it. Eventually Rose stood up and slipped the shoulder straps of her dress off as it fell away and left her completely naked. She spread her legs as she parted her sex as the dripping liquid was clearly there. “I think you should return the favor.” Rose smiled. MJ looked at it like she was in a trance, the smell was potent but nothing disgusting. She got off the couch as she threw off her blouse and bra, she slipped out of her skirt and panties now just as naked as she knelt down and started licking the other woman’s sex. She had never down this to another woman before but she knew what she liked to she just went with that. Aphrodite moaned as the woman’s tongue went to work, “Yes, now you’re getting it. Let go of all your inhibitions and just go with it. I promise you that tonight will be a night you’ll never forget.” MJ’s hands went to the woman’s ass pulling herself deeper into the woman’s cunt, she could smell the musk so strongly now, the taste of another woman’s juices was nearly foreign to her. She had licked her fingers when masturbating herself but this was different. It was a different taste to it as she licked away. She felt the woman’s hips moving in time with her tongue as she stuck it into the other woman. “That’s it, just like that, oh yes you are getting good at this. Lick a little harder…yes, a little to the left sweetie. Mmmmhhhh,” Aphrodite was enjoying having the woman eat her out, she wasn’t an expert just yet but she showed some promise. Well they had all night together to really show her how to eat another woman’s pussy not to mention a few other little things she couldn’t wait to show her. She felt her orgasm building up but didn’t bother to hold back, her love juices weren’t like that or a mortal. Once you drank from a goddess you would never taste anything as sweet again. “Here it comes, get ready to drink it all MJ, you’re…going…to love….THIS! AHHHH!” The goddess came as her juices left her body and into the waiting mouth of the red head between her legs. Mary Jane was lost in a field of lust as she drank the other woman’s juices greedily for some reason she liked the taste, almost craved it. She licked the other woman’s pussy clean of all juices but she felt her take a step back and MJ looked up at her. “There you go,” Aphrodite caressed the red head’s head. “There you see, nothing to be scared in fact you enjoyed yourself didn’t you?” “Yes,” MJ replied in a husky tone. Aphrodite knelt down to face the mortal woman caressing her face, “Love, lust, sex, whatever you call it, it’s something that is best shared. Now let’s see about using the rest of the night to fully expand your horizons.” She kissed MJ again as the two women kissed passionately, their impressively large tits pressing up against each other as they ran their hands on each other’s bodies. Aphrodite placed MJ on her back as she was going to show this woman the night of her life. Next up Chapter 12: Party Girls   Just as a reminder that in this story Anya is 18 I had to fudge the age a little so I wouldn't get in trouble.

Chapter 0 - Stag Night

  Disclaimer: I don’t own RWBY  it’s owned by Rooster Teeth or make any money off of this.   AN: This story was inspired by a fan of my work AnimeFan29910 who had the idea for this one shot. Just to warn you there is adult content in this one shot so if you don’t like that kind of stuff please don’t read any further. Decided to put this on this account as well as my FF.Net account.   Stag Night   The nightlife of Vale was always a major draw to the city, being one of the biggest cities in the world it had one of the largest populations so there was also a lot of night life to be had. It was during this particular night that five young women were walking the streets as they were celebrating.   Among them was Yang Xiao Long at least for tonight she was still that as tomorrow her name would be different. It had been five years since the defeat of Salem and the world was getting back to a more normal feel. Sure, there were people who couldn’t get along, there was still crime and of course the Grimm wouldn’t just disappear but now without a leader they were starting to become more manageable then they had been the previous years.   Yang however didn’t care about that at the moment she was too busy staring at the ring on her finger for the thousandth time. It was a simple golden band but it had two gemstones, one lilac and one a deep blue put together. She smiled at her engagement ring and how the colors matched both her eyes and the eyes of her soon to be husband.   “You’re doing it again,” Weiss sighed.   “Doing what?” Yang turned to face the pale girl. Weiss hadn’t really changed all that much she still had her slim ballerina body but now she was wearing a business style suit with long skirt in her usual light blue and white coloring. She still wore her hair in that off center ponytail although apparently in meetings she pulled it up into a bun to look more professional.   Yang always loved making ‘let your hair down’ jokes when she did it.   Weiss only smiled back. “Starring at your ring again.”   “Hey can you blame me?” Yang told her. “Pretty soon I’m replacing it with a wedding band.”   “I still can’t believe it’ happening,” bounced an excited Ruby. She had only grown a little since their adventures the price of her mother’s genetics but she had grown into a small beauty of a girl that still wore gothic loli style clothing and with a red hood. She had let her hair grow out a little lately, she was looking more and more like Summer all the time.   “Believe it little sis,” Yang chuckled. “Our family is about to get a whole lot bigger.”   “Oh my god you’re not kidding,” Ruby grinned from ear to ear. “We’re getting a ton of sister-in-laws for one, man the family get togethers are going to be nuts now.”   “Not to mention their significant others and children and Jaune’s parents,” Blake commented. The Faunus woman with them hadn’t changed much in the past few years. She was wearing simple white dress pants and a black blouse at the moment.   “This is going to be great!” That was the last member of their group. Nora Ren spoke up as she waved her own hand with the wedding band on it. “Trust me married life is great.”   The short red head had grown out her hair that she kept in a braid at the moment, she had been the first in their group of friends to marry her longtime boyfriend Lie Ren just over a year ago and it had been the greatest day of her life. When Yang had surprised them all with her engagement, she already went into plans to help with the wedding.   “It’s too bad the others couldn’t be out tonight.” Blake sighed.   Other friends they had made couldn’t make it to Vale until tomorrow. Weiss’ sister Winter was busy with military matters and couldn’t make it. Coco who had been helping with the dresses was off doing some last minute changes to make sure everyone looked their best for the big day. Velvet, who was going to be the photographer for the wedding, couldn’t get into Vale until tomorrow. The same was said about Ilia who had been delayed on her flight in.   “Hey we’re all here and we’re going to have one hell of a blow out,” Yang grinned. “Besides after the wedding and the honeymoon.” She grinned at the thought of that. “Me and Jaune will have to get to work with our new jobs at Beacon.”   “I think it’s great that you and Jaune will be working there as teachers.” Ruby told her.   “Yep, get ready Beacon because Mrs Yang Xiao Long-Arc is the new combat instructor.” She punched her flesh hand with her mechanical one.   “Are you going by Professor Xiao Long-Arc or Professor Arc?” Blake asked.   Yang shrugged. “Maybe I’ll stick with Professor Xiao Long at work that way things don’t get confused since Jaune will also be teaching. So legally I’ll be Xiao Long-Arc on paper.”   “What’s Jaune teaching again?” Weiss asked.   “Leadership and Tactics.” It was Ruby that filled in on this. That was a course both she and Jaune had to take as it was mandatory for team leaders. She remembered those days a bit fondly as it had just been the two of them sitting next to each other sometimes doodling in each other’s note books if things got boring. Other students could take the course but it would require them to give up a free period for it.   “Makes sense.” Weiss nodded.   “So girls,” Yang grinned at them. “When do you think your significant others will pop the question?”   Blake shifted her stance, the truth was that she and Sun had been talking about it ever since Nora and Ren tied the knot. They were living together after all so it stood to reason that their relationship could go only one of two ways by this point.   Weiss didn’t show anything but she was perfectly happy as things were at the moment. She and Neptune had their ups and downs but apparently after Sun had pulled his friend aside and they had a really long talk Neptune had tried his best to keep his wondering eyes only on her. For the most part he did and although she knew that ever since they became an official couple he would never do anything to betray that. He was a lot of things but a cheater was thankfully not one of them.   It did annoy her at times when she caught him casting a quick look but he always quickly stopped and looked elsewhere. He had been getting better lately after all, plus ever since her mother had taken the company away from their father after their adventures in Atlas she had been free to continue being a huntress. That is until a few months ago, her mother wanted to retire and Weiss was stepping up to take over the company, Weiss was too busy to even think about marriage now.   Ruby blushed all over her face, a year ago she had finally gotten into her first relationship with Oscar of all people. When they had defeated Salem, the soul that was Ozma/Ozpin had finally been free to go to the other side and Oscar was his own person now. She and Oscar had spent the last couple of years as partners fighting the Grimm of the world and during that time, they had gotten very close.   He had finally worked up the nerve to ask her out and they had been having a great time. They just got their own place together six months back in Vale as well. Things were great now and she didn’t want to ruin anything by pushing too fast. She smiled and blushed even more at remembering how much taller Oscar had gotten over the years, he went from a cute farm boy to a hot guy.   She remembered very well that night they had christened their new place together for most of the night.   “Ah you guy are no fun,” Nora waved it off seeing the various reactions and no one saying anything. “All work and no play.”   “Says the one that retired,” Weiss stated.   “Semi-retired,” Nora corrected. She had decided to become a homemaker for her husband. Of course she and Ren both had joined the local Hunters Protectorate, these were groups that protected the villages on a permanent basis because they lived there. Kind of like a local militia but for hunters, all small villages and towns had them since they couldn’t defend themselves like the larger cities could with military members and hunters inside of them with walls and other defenses.   Nora had never really had a home and so when she and Ren had decided to set up in a small town they had come across on their adventures as hunters, they had stayed there finding they liked the village. She liked the idea of making a home for both herself and Ren, like the kind she never had as a child. Plus the thought of making a home for Ren to come back to at the end of the day appealed to her, after all the time he took care of her. Now it was her turn to take care of him.   “Still hard to believe how things had changed,” Yang sighed looking up. “I always thought I would be out there going on adventures and fighting my way across Remnant.”   “Why did you change that?” Blake asked curious what her best friend was thinking.   Yang just shrugged. “Been there, done that. I mean we went all over the planet, fought all kinds of Grimm and assholes that worked for Salem. Fought the biggest bad this world had by the end of it, what else was there? I needed something else to do plus I felt a bit drained after all our adventures.”   “They certainly can burn you out at times,” Weiss sighed remembering some of the more gruesome battles they had endured.   “Yep so when both me and Jaune got the offers to teach as Beacon from Headmistress Goodwitch, well it was like a sign.” Yang grinned.   “Well that’s all-“ Blake was about to say something when a voice shouted down the street behind them.   “GUYS I CAN’T GO IN THERE!” It wasn’t just the intensity of it but the fact it was a familiar voice.   “Jaune?” Yang blinked looking back with the others as down the street they could see them.   Jaune was being dragged by both Sun and Neptune with each of them holding an arm with a very hesitant looking Oscar and Ren following them.   “GUYS COME ON SHE’LL KILL ME!”   “What are they up to?” Blake sighed.   “Don’t know.” Yang had a grin slowly grow on her face. “Let’s find out.”   “Yang this is supposed to be your night,” Ruby complained.   “And I want to know what the boys are up to dragging my husband through the streets like that.” Yang simply said as she slowly started to follow the boys. The others looked at each other before shrugging and following her.   They kept their distance as the boys turned a corner. Yang hit the corner first and pulled out her scroll and used the camera to look around the corner. A little trick she learned from her uncle about following suspects. She was able to see them enter into a building so she led the girls to the front of it.   They stood there looking at the building, it had a set of black double doors and the sounds of loud music could be heard but this wasn’t the kind of music you generally found in a normal club. Outside was the sign with the outline of a woman with a pole with the name ‘Vale Gardens’ on it in neon.   “Please tell me that’s not what I think it is,” Weiss sighed pitching the bridge of her nose.   “It is,” Blake’s shoulders slumped.   “A strip club,” Ruby groaned.   There was a moment of silence as everyone looked at Yang, already they were making plans to take her down as soon as they saw the red in her eyes. She was silent for an uncomfortable amount of time and it only made everyone even more on edge. She had a blank look on her face and no one was sure what she was going to do.   Suddenly she got a grin on her face and they all wondered if they should be afraid or not.   -Inside-    “Guys come on Yang’s going to be pissed if she finds me here.” Jaune argued.   “Sorry but it’s your stag night and this is tradition,” Neptune told him as they forced him into a table near the main stage. “Besides this is your last chance to see beautiful women naked in the flesh.”   “I have Yang for that,” Jaune told him.   “Kind of a good point there,” Sun admitted. Although he loved Blake and she was the only one for him, he couldn’t help but admit that Yang had a killer body and looks. Although there were a few really good looking women in very skimpy outfits making their way through the patrons.   “Am I even allowed here?” Oscar said worried looking around, although he was sure he could take the bouncers he didn’t want to get into trouble. He couldn’t help but look as one stripper was bending over to talk to someone at a table as she thong she wore didn’t leave anything to the imagination.   “You’re nineteen right?” Sun asked.   “Yeah like two months ago.” He blushed looking away from staring at the woman.   “Then you’re good, legal age in Vale is nineteen.” He told him.   “Come on Ren, you can’t like this.” Jaune looked to his best friend and best man.   “I don’t agree with it but my hands are tied.” He signed.   “We’re blackmailing him,” Sun told Jaune and then turned to Ren. “As per the agreement you help us tonight as the pictures are deleted.”   Ren nodded his head as Jaune wondered just what these two had on him. So Jaune only had Oscar for help but they were outnumbered. All he wanted was a quiet night out with his friends, that’s it. He wasn’t the type to just go to places like this. A waitress came by for their drink orders so Jaune was resigned to ride it out.   The music kicked up as they saw a Faunus woman starting her routine, she had cat ears and had a stripped body making her most likely a type of tiger Faunus. Jaune choose to stare at his drink while Oscar’s face grew red at the sight.   He had only ever seen one woman naked and that was his girlfriend, plus Ruby never did anything like the woman on stage did. He swallowed hard as the woman danced around the pole in what looked like a strange one-piece of clothing that ended in a V covering her breasts. That is until she unhooked the back of her neck and the top slipped down exposing her breasts to the clients.   Her perky breasts bounced with her movements as her dark nipples were exposed to the air as she twirled on the pole and then placed them between it as she made motions looking like what she would do with a guy’s did between her tits. She then grabbed it as she ground her pussy against the pole a few times before reaching for her bottoms.   Oscar’s face heated up as he suddenly looked down trying to ignore the woman slowly getting naked not that far away to the loud music of the club.   “So whose hotter her or Blake?” Neptune asked not taking his eyes off the sight.   “Blake.”   “Really?” Neptune looked at the woman who slid her back down the pole and spread her legs. “I think the dancer had bigger breasts.”   “Hey Blake’s are great too,” Sun defended his girlfriend. “But Blake has nicer legs and an amazing ass.”   “Nice to know.” A frosty voice said as the boys all froze up to see behind them the girls.   “Oh shit.” Neptune paled right before Weiss reached out and grabbed his ear.   “What do you think you’re doing in a place like this?” Weiss demanded.   “It’s tradition,” Neptune quickly said. “We just wanted to give Jaune a send off he would remember that’s all.”   “And you?” Nora asked her husband with her hands on her hips. There was silence all around as the guys shared looks with each other. Then Blake poked Sun giving him a glare that he better come clean.   “We’re blackmailing him with embarrassing photos.” Sun admitted.   “I’ll want those,” Nora grinned as Ren sighed.   “Are you all together?” one of the waitresses said seeing the large group around just one of the tables.   “Yes,” Weiss said letting go of Neptune not wanting to get kicked out for being violent to another customer. Even if she did feel she was in the right on this one.   “Well we could move another table together if you wall want to sit together.”   “Uh, okay.” Blake wanted to leave but Yang said she had something special in store and wanted to at least make sure Jaune was still sitting.   “It’s not an issue?” Ruby asked.   “On no we get couples in here all the time,” she stated as she pushed a table together as they rearranged themselves.   “So where’s Yang?” Jaune asked looking around nervous.   “She said she has something special planned for you,” Weiss said crossing her arms and grinning at the man’s valid concerned look.   “Oh no,” Jaune moaned knowing his fiancé could get with pranks, jokes and especially getting even.   Ruby sat down next to Oscar as he looked sideways at her feeling a bit of shame.   “So on a scale how angry are you?” He asked her.   She only smiled as she kissed his cheek, “I know you’d never willingly go to places like this.”   He sighed in relief at that.   “But yeah I’m a little mad.” Ruby told him only making him sink in his chair slightly.   The woman on stage had finished up her act as there was a pause as a song played. The girls looked around as they too decided to order something if only for something to do. They noticed a few waitresses and lots of customers. There really were a few couples in the place they only thought single people or small groups came to places like this.   They also noticed some of the dancers in skimpy outfits sitting and talking with customers, some were having a drink with them. Occasionally they would lean over and say something, as she would take them through a set of doors that read VIP rooms on them.   “What’s with that?” Ruby asked innocently.   “That’s uh…for private dancers I think,” Neptune said as she got a look from Weiss. “I’ve had friends who came here and told me, that’s how I knew about this place this is my first time here honest.”   Weiss scanned him, over time she had learned his tells for lying but he actually seemed to be telling the truth so she dropped it.   Suddenly an announcement came over the PA system from the DJ booth. “Well tonight we have a surprise for you all, making her debut tonight at the Vale Gardens, please welcome Goldilocks!”   “Goldilocks?” Jaune asked as it was something he sometimes called Yang when they were being playful together.   Suddenly the music started playing at the lyrics came over the sound system.   My girlfriend's a dick magnet My girlfriend's gotta have it She's hot, can't stop, up on stage doing shots Tip the man he'll ring the bell, get her drunk, she'll scream like hell Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town Grab her ass, actin' tough, Mess with her, she'll fuck you up No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned, But she's comin' back to my place tonight!   Out came Yang dressed in what could only be described as a slutty schoolgirl uniform. She had her long hair in pigtails, a skirt so short that you could see her panties with long white stockings. She had on a white shirt that was tied up in the front covering her impressive chest.   “She wouldn’t,” Weiss said with a dropped jaw.   “She would,” Blake sighed.   “She is,” Ruby buried her face in her hands. “I’m so glad dad isn’t here for this, he’d have a heart attack.”   Yang was already starting to dance around the pole and for someone that hadn’t done it before she was doing her best with it. She swung herself around it a few times, as she placed her back to it as she stared at Jaune with eyes that Jaune knew very well it was the kind she used in bed.   Jaune swallowed as he was entranced by it all as he couldn’t look away from his fiancé.   She likes to shake her ass She grinds it to the beat She likes to pull my hair, when I make her grind her teeth I like to strip her down She's naughty 'til the end You know what she is, no doubt about it She's a bad bad girlfriend!   Yang slid down the pole her hands caressing herself as she spread her legs to show Jaune a good look at the panties. She got up and swung a half turn before almost straddling the pole in a sensual nature as she wrapped one of her legs around it and slowly went up and down with the best of the music still locking her eyes on Jaune the entire time.   Red thong, party's on, love this song, sing along Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home No one really knows if shes drunk or is she's stoned But she's coming back to my place tonight I say   As Yang continued on a few of the patrons would look on at the new girl for the night appreciating the show. The boys were a little unsure of what to do, this was one of their friends up there and their own girlfriends were with them now. No one really knows just how far she's going to go But I'm gonna find out later tonight She likes to shake her ass She grinds it to the beat She likes to pull my hair, when I make her grind her teeth I like to strip her down She's naughty 'til the end You know what she is, no doubt about it She's a bad bad girlfriend!   At this point Yang’s hand went to her hip and slid off the skirt and stepped out of it still dancing to the music.   “Uh…how far is she going to go?” Neptune asked a little nervous as Weiss.   Weiss just sat there numb with her jaw open, she wanted to say that she wouldn’t go too far but this was Yang they were talking about. Yes, she had ‘mellowed’ a bit from her younger years but she still had that wild side of her.   Doesn't take her long to make things right But does it make her wrong to have the time of her life The time of her life (My girlfriend's a dick magnet) (My girlfriend's gotta have it)   Yang slide down the pole as she slowly untied the front of the shirt and then paused staring at Jaune before quickly pulling it open and throwing it down behind her as she got on all fours and started to crawl to the end of the stage never taking her eyes off Jaune.   She's a gold digger Now you figure out it's over, pull the trigger Future's finished, there it went, savings gone, The money spent I look around and all I see is no good, bad and ugly, Man she's hot, fixed to be the future ex-Miss Connolly!   Jaune felt his whole throat dry up at the sight, she always looked amazing to him but this was something primal, something that it was almost like they were the only two in the building and this was all for him alone.   Yang smirked as she got up to the pole and swung around a few times before turning her back to them and reached behind and unclipped the bra.   “No way.” Ruby blushed as the sight of her big sister about to expose herself to the entire place was going on. Then she suddenly remembered Oscar and quickly looked to see him frozen in place.   “Hey, no looking at my sister naked!” She quickly placed a hand over his eyes.   “Huh? Oh-right sorry!” He said not letting her take her hand away.   Blake quickly looked to Sun who thankfully was staring down at his drink. She smiled at that but her partner really would go all the way would she? Weiss had to nudge Neptune to do to the same as Sun but at least the boy when he did look down didn’t look back up.   Jaune suddenly snapped out of his trance as he looked around. This place was fill with people and she wasn’t really going to do this, was she?   She likes to shake her ass She grinds it to the beat She likes to pull my hair, when I make her grind her teeth I like to strip her down She's naughty 'til the end You know what she is, no doubt about it She's a bad bad girlfriend, she's a bad bad girlfriend, she's a bad bad girlfriend   Yang’s bra hit the floor as she turned around but used her metal arm to cover her breasts up from view. She blew a kiss at Jaune as she then danced a bit more until the song ended never letting her arm go away from her breasts. There was only one person she would show that to as she blew him a kiss as the song ended as she picked up the clothing and walked off stage.   There was a mixture of applause and a couple of groans from those wanting to see it all but those hoped that the woman would just go all the way on her next set.   “Well…that happened,” Blake stated completely stunned.   “So do we wait for her or leave?” Ruby asked taking her hand away from Oscar’s face.   They didn’t have to wait long before Yang came up to them, still in the stripper clothing as she sat down on Jaune’s lap before he could say anything.   “Hey there stud, you want to a private dance?” Yang asked him.   “Yang what are you doing?” Jaune asked her.   “Asking you for a private dance,” she then thought about it. “Actually I’m telling you, get your ass up and let’s go.”   Jaune was about to say something but noticed the stern look in her eyes, he knew that he was still in trouble with her for going here. So he got up as she let him to the back rooms. That left everyone else here wondering what to do next.   Yang guided Jaune through the back rooms as she looked around. There were some booths but she had never been here before so she didn’t know if they were reserved for certain dancers or if it was first some first served. She could hear a couple of people behind the curtains so she took Jaune to the end of the row and made him sit in the single chair as she closed the curtain.   “Yang this wasn’t my idea,” Jaune said as soon as he was put into the large black leather chair.   “Oh I know,” She turned to him with her hands on her hips. “But don’t think you don’t deserve a little punishment for being dragged into here. I know you could have easily given them the slip if you wanted to.”   Jaune had to admit that he could have actually fought them off but they were his friends, although at the moment facing the possible wrath of Yang he was starting to wonder if he should look into getting some new friends, that is if he survived the night.   “So, what kind of punishment?” Jaune hesitantly asked.   “First you’re sitting on your hands until I say otherwise,” She demanded and Jaune slowly did just that as he wasn’t sure where this was going. Then she grinned leaning down and giving him a good look at her impressive cleavage. “Now you want to be forgiven?”   He nodded his head.   “Good so until I say otherwise you’ll sit right there and not move, no matter what.” She told him.   “Okay?” Jaune replied just as confused as he had been.   Yang smirked as she started to sway to the music that was playing in the room. It was different than what was being played for the stage as she swayed her hips.   “Y-Yang?” Jaune asked.   “I said we were doing a private dance,” She teased as she slowly untied the knot of her shirt and sexily slipped it off leaving her chest in only the bra. “And that’s what we’re doing but remember, no touching.”   Jaune gulped as he suddenly realized what she had planned and honestly, he was starting to wonder if he would prefer a sparring match with her with one hand tied behind his back. Yang danced slowly to the tune as slipped onto his lap and started to grind her hips into his own. She ran her hands over his body as she leaned in and nibbled on his ear lobe moaning sexually as she did it.   Jaune groaned as he tried to concentrate on just sitting on his hands but it was getting so hard. Not to mention another part of him was getting hard as well.   Yang got up and made a show of taking off the skirt leaving her only in her underwear. She turned around and shook her ass as Jaune’s eyes never left her body. She backed up and sat her ass into his crotch.   “Oh is that for me?” Yang teased feeing the hardening member under his pants. He could only groan in reply as she rubbed him with her well toned ass. She leaned back against him as an arm reached up behind her to gently caress the back of his neck.   “Do you want me Jaune?”   “Always.” He breathed out he could smell her hair as she continued her teasing of his body.   “Would you like to touch me?”   “Yes,” He groaned out.   She leaned forward as she reached behind her and unclasped the bra and flung it to the ground as she leaned back into him and started to grind back into him.   “Do you want to play with my girls?” She asked him as her hands went to her impressive breasts and caressed and kneaded them.   Jaune could just make them out over her shoulder, the now familiar orbs he knew were full and yet a bit firm to his hands. He wanted so much to reach around with his hands and take them in them.   “Yang how much longer?” Jaune asked as he was dying here. It was like keeping water just out of reach of a man dying of thirst.   “I don’t know,” She smiled turning around as she straddled him. “I think you need a bit more punishment.”   Jaune could only groan as she now lined up her panties to his hardened member and started to grind into him. She changed it into slightly humping him as if they were actually having sex as she reached around his neck for support. The both of them could feel the heat of their bodies rise up as Jaune couldn’t help but thrust his hips at her.   Yang was starting to breathe a bit deeper as she was really starting to get turned on herself. She could already feel a damp spot in her panties happening but she wanted him to know that she would be the only woman he would need. The only woman he would ever look at, the only woman he would want for the rest of their lives.   She stopped as she started to sway her hips to the music as her arms were now running over her body in a sensual manner. Jaune could only stare at her, he wanted her so badly now, more so than their first time together. More so, when they had different missions and had spent two months apart and when they got back to their place they hadn’t left for two days.   Yang got up as Jaune had to hold back a near whimper as the loss of her as she turned around and slowly slipped the panties down her legs. She bent forward as she did giving him a good look at her ass and the slit under it with that had a slight wet spot on the flesh.   “Yang I really don’t know how much longer I can go,” Jaune begged.   “First thing’s first,” She turned around and got onto her knees as she caressed the bugle making him groan. “How close are you darling?”   “I’m close,” he warned her.   “Well I think it’s time you got some relief,” She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Remember, no touching.” She kissed him deeper as he eagerly kissed her back as her hands went to his belt and undid it. She undid the rest of his pants as she fished a hand in for that familiar member she pulled it out as she leaned down and quickly took it into her mouth.   Jaune leaned his head back with a groan as she continued to give him head, he couldn’t believe they were doing this here and now but at the moment he didn’t care. Yang’s mouth and tongue were at work and he still had to sit on his hands. He looked down to see her head bob up and down.   “Yang!” He warned her as he was always close but she only worked harder as he groaned at his release. Yang gulped everything down by this point in their relationship they did this thing all the time. She remembered the first time she had tried this, that hadn’t gone as well as she would have hoped but she had gotten better. Plus Jaune was always one to return the favor and with some coaching sometimes he would eat her out to a couple of orgasms before they got started with the real fun.   She reached down between her legs as her flesh and blood hand went to toying with her pussy, she knew what she wanted next and she wanted to be even more wet and ready for him.   When she was sure he had finished shooting his load she started to bob her head again, licking and sucking. Jaune had a lot of stamina she had learned, much to her joy. So she knew that if she kept this up his semi-hard cock would soon get hard again. After about a minute he was ready again, which suited her just fine, she had a fire burning under her stomach, as she wanted him inside of her.   She got onto his lap as she ran her lower lips over the warmth flesh of his member. She felt the warmth of his tip at her entrance but she just stopped there looking at him with unbridled lust.   “Do you think you’re learned your lesson?” She said.   “Yes.” Jaune pleaded.   She leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Then take me.”   He didn’t have to be told twice as he guided himself into her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto him, impaling her onto his large cock. Yang moaned out feeling him fill her up again his strong hands on her hips as she started to ride her fiancé. Jaune leaned in and kissed her neck, giving little love bites that he knew she loved. Yang moaned out in bliss as she used a hand to pull his head against her flesh in a silent order to do it harder.   She felt the teeth against her flesh bite slightly harder making her hiss but she loved it. She felt his hands go to her ass helping to lift her up only to slam her hips back down onto his.   He pulled her up as his head went down and captured one of the pink nipples into his mouth. She cried out just as he expected, he had quickly discovered when they started sleeping together that her nipples were a weak spot for her. He ran his tongue over the already hardened nub, alternating between sucking, licking and even gently biting it.   Yang’s metal hand went to the back of his head, pulling his face into the breast.   Eventually he switched to the other licking his way between the valley between her breasts, which was another weak spot for her, and then started on the other nub. Yang wanted to cry out but she had to try and keep her voice down in case the management came in.   It hadn’t been easy to convince them to let her dance with no background and no costume. They also weren’t sure that a girl with a metal arm wouldn’t be off putting to the clients but she had been very persuasive.   They were both panting now sweat forming on their bodies as they were both eager for their release. Yang bit her lip trying not to scream out in pleasure she felt him picking up the pace knowing he was getting closer, she wasn’t far behind.   “Yang, I’m going to cum.” Jaune groaned.   “Do it Lover, do it, I want to feel it.” Yang breathed out and then Jaune stiffened. He groaned as she felt his member pulse inside of her as the familiar warmth filled her body. Yang shuddered as she shut her eyes and her mouth fell open in a silent scream as she reached her own orgasm at that moment. She fell forward resting on him both of them panting for breath.   “Oh god Yang,” Jaune sighed.   “Damn that was good,” Yang, muttered glade she was on birth control already, she really didn’t want to tell any future child she would eventually have with him that they had been conceived in a strip club after all. She wanted to wait a couple more years of being married first before they brought up kids anyway.   Jaune hands found her back as he gently caressed it making her hum in appreciation, he always was a gentle touch after sex which she appreciated.   “Hey Yang?” He asked.   “Yeah?”   “So we’re good?”   “Oh yeah,” Yang signed again.   “One more thing.”   “What is it?”   “You think they’ll let you keep the outfit?” Jaune blushed as she pulled back to look at him with a smile.   “Oh got a thing for the naughty student look?”   “I uh…well you got to admit you looked hot in a skirt and stockings back when we were students.” Jaune admitted.   Yang smirked, “Don’t think they’ll let me keep these but I’m sure I can get one made for me when we get to teaching at Beacon. Shouldn’t be too hard to get a classroom to ourselves late at night too.”   “You think so?” Jaune was starting to think that Yang was a bad influence on him but that was quickly pushed aside if he could live out one of his fantasies.   “Oh yeah,” She put on an air headed act for the next part. “Oh Professor Arc isn’t there anything I can do to get my grades up?”   Jaune only smirked at her, “such a naughty student.”   “You know it.” Yang licked her lips eager to try it out. She could already picture it, her bent over his desk maybe with a ruler in his hands.   “I love you.” He said honestly.   She smiled back. “I love you too.”   THE END

Chapter 9 - Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9: HONEYMOON SURPRISE Up in Canada in a hotel room of Ororo and Logan the two newlyweds were of course doing what all newlyweds would do. After all the years Logan and Ororo had finally admitted to their attraction and of course had married not that long ago. Logan having found his real name a year ago had decided to use the name James Logan as his official name so no Storm was officially Miss. Ororo Logan. Their honeymoon suit was like most, large and spacious. They had been there for a few days and the two had spent most of that time in their room enjoying their quiet time alone. Back at the mansion it was harder to find a nice quiet place and time to enjoy each other not to mention with all the work they did also they were too tired at times to enjoy the night together. So they were taking advantage of this to the fullest. Thanks to Charles paying for this trip as his gift to the two they had a very good time. They ordered their food and the room itself was a bit of a mess with clothing all over the place, currently they were on the bed but the sheets had been placed in a pile on the floor. Ororo was facing the foot of the bed on her hands and knees, her long white hair was slick with sweet and clung to her face and body in an erotic sight as her dark skin had a sheen of sweat all over it. She was moaning out in pleasure as her husband was behind her ridding her hard. Logan had her hips held tightly as he hammered away inside of his new wife. His hairy muscular body was sweaty as well from all the exertion. He was growling as his instincts kicked in and his hips slamming against her nice round ass making a smacking sound. Ororo had lost count of all her orgasms or how many times they had done so, with Logan’s healing abilities he could go on and on for hours much to her bliss. She lowered her head seeing her large dark breasts swing with the force of Logan slamming into her body. Logan also had a nice long and very thick member that stretched her out nicely all the time. “Oh goddess! Oh Logan! Please…hurry…I’m…I’m so close my dear! Oh yes, ah, ah, uh, ohhh!” Logan only continued his assault grunting with the effort as he picked up the pace speeding up causing her to cry out but in pleasure. He still couldn’t believe that this goddess of a woman was now his wife, it was like the world had finally given him a break in life. Plus she was just amazing. Her rice round ass was perfect, long luscious legs, large darks breasts with darker tips, and that mane of white hair, but most of all were her beautiful sky blue eyes. They held the most beauty of her, her inner beauty. Also the fact she was the greatest fuck of his life as well. She was nice and tight as he rammed into her, he felt himself close to another climax and leaned down feeling her soft skin of her back against his chest. He reached under her and gripped her breasts as he did quick and short thrusts into her hot tunnel. It was already slick with their mixed juices. Ororo knew the moment was close at hand, “Oh Logan darling, yes! Please! Cum in me, I want to feel it! I need to feel you inside of me! Yes! Cum in me Logan!” “Oh I will darlin’ ya know it!” he finally spoke as he continued. Oh Logan I want your baby!” She shouted out, this wasn’t an actual surprise to either of them. Ororo’s biological clock was starting to go off and all through her engagement she felt like she wanted to start her own family. It all started when her sister had Evan but now with her own husband and step-daughter she wanted her own. She wanted Logan’s child and she had talked to him about this. He didn’t mind, in fact both agreed that this would be the perfect time to try and conceive a child because they were alone. Sure it might not happen but at least they could try. “Yeah you know it darlin’, I’m going to fucking knock you up!” He growled out as his instincts kicked in even more with a willing female mate that wanted his offspring. “Logan…I…Don’t want to…leave here…without…a baby inside of me!” She strained to get out as she then felt the explosion of her orgasm hit. She pulled her head back and cried out as her body tensed and her pussy clenched down on Logan’s dick trying to milk it for every drop that she could get. This just pushed Logan over the edge as he slammed in all the way his hips bucking as he flooded her womb with his seed trying to impregnate his wife. Ororo took nice long panting breaths feeling him shoot himself into her again. She really did hope for a child with things as they were it would be just so hard back at the mansion and also because she really wanted to hold a small child that was both hers and Logan’s. She did love her step-daughter, Laura as her own. But she still wanted a child with Logan, someone they could raise from a baby and not as a trouble young woman. Plus it might help Laura as well with being a big sister. After a moment of enjoying the afterglow of orgasm the two untangled themselves and laid out on the bed as Ororo cuddled up to her new husband. Her hand tracing lightly against his hairy chest her long leg rubbing up against his with her head on his shoulder. “That was nice as always.” She said closing her eyes enjoying this moment. He smiled and ran his hand through her hair. She truly was a goddess to him, it had taken so long to just admit his feelings for her but he was glad that he had. He hoped for a very long and happy life with her. For a moment as they relaxed he got a bit worried about the kids back home. “You sure it was good ta leave them all back there by themselves?” Ororo nearly laughed, “Logan, Jean and Scott are in charge. What’s the worst that can happen? Magneto or anyone else hasn’t been heard of lately and they can take care of themselves.” Logan sighed, “Yeah you’re right.” He brought her lips up to his as he gave her a nice deep kiss. By the end of it she could feel Logan regaining his erection, “Still Logan? I need to take a shower.” “Hey I can’t help it if this healing factor keeps kicking in.” He grinned at her. She thought it over at the moment her pussy was a bit sore from all the fucking and could use a break. But then she could still give him a little help in ‘relaxing’ at least long enough to keep him happy long enough for her to take a shower. “Well then Logan let me help you with that then,” She purred as her slender hand gently gripped his dick making him moan out. She continued to lightly stroke his member feeling it get harder and harder. She then started to kiss his chest and work her way down his body. Logan rested his head on the pillow feeling her gentle ministrations until she reached his crotch. Ororo continued to stroke him but then started to lick around his balls. Logan nearly cried out feeling her warm tongue against the sensitive flesh. Ororo smiled as she had Logan at her mercy now, some thought that the male was the dominant in this type of oral sex but if the female knew better then she could take control. She slowly and teasingly licked about his balls hearing him start to breath a bit deeper, “’Ro come on I don’t know how much I can take.” He asked her. She looked up at him smiling, “Do what Logan? And you got to ask nicely too.” “Please Ororo…I…I need you to…Suck me off,” He panted out feeling her slow down and he didn’t want that at all, “Please Goddess.” She smiled broadly at him, “There now that wasn’t so hard was it?” She smirked and then ran her tongue along his shaft that still had a slight mixture of their fluids on it. She heard him give a loud groan as she tasted the juices on her tongue. After giving him a nice cleaning she kissed the tip of it and then engulfed his member. Ororo started to slowly move her mouth up and down along the piece of meat in her mouth running her tongue all over it just like she knew how he liked it. Logan gently gripped her head slowly starting to guide her movements. She was just to incredible at this type of thing as his hips started to jerk a bit. He felt her going deeper and deeper until with one last movement she took him all the way down and her sucking him hard, then pulling back slowly sucking the entire time and her tongue trailing along the bottom of his shaft. “Oh fuck!” Logan moaned out as she did that. They started to work up to a faster and faster movements, her head bobbing quickly as one hand was working the bottom of the shaft and the other working his balls. “’Ro…I’m close baby…so…close…” She knew it too she could feel his dick pulsing and throbbing but just as he was about to release she gripped his dick hard cutting off the flow of sperm. “Oh fuck! Ororo! Come on! That’s…not fair! Oh God please I need to cum!” It was like a pleasurable agony as he wanted to cum but he couldn’t. “You want to cum then? Well you know what I need to hear,” She knew that in a moment like this any man would do anything and it was kind of one of their little games. Besides it wasn’t often she got to be in a position of total dominance. “Please my goddess! Let me cum, let me worship you my beautiful wife!” He yelled out gripping the sheets as it was like being in total agony yet prolonging the orgasm a bit more. She simply let go as he shouted out in release as a flood of sperm flew out coating Ororo’s face and breasts even. She ran her hands over the fluids sucking it off her fingers and seeing Logan totally blown away by it. One of the ways she had found out to keep him down was to deny him orgasm for a long period and he was totally exhausted after it. She smiled as she stood up and let him rest. She felt his warm fluid on her flesh and with one hand worked it into her mouth her skin. Even taking some of it and sticking it into her vagina, ‘Every little bit helps,’ She thought to herself. Ororo went to the shower to clean up, she scrubbed her body good to get the smell of sweat and sex off of her body and hair. She ran her hands over her skin seeing a few bite marks and bruising from all the sex but she didn’t mind. Sex with Logan was always very passionate and thrilling, something she craved she had found out. Her hand went to her vaginal lips and felt how tender they were at the moment, not so much as it was painful but she sure would be swore later on. It was times like this she wished for Logan’s healing abilities. Then a hand rested to her stomach hoping that she would be with child one day soon. She felt time catching up to her and she wanted her very own little child one day soon. After finishing the shower she noticed that Logan was still out and sleeping. She knew that he might ‘punish’ her later for that dirty trick and she was looking forward to it as she pulled out some clothing that hadn’t been worn yet and put it on. When Ororo left the hotel and went out to do a bit of looking around and maybe some shopping. Maybe to see if there was anything she could use or even as a nice reminder of their time here, there was someone else in the crowd of people. A women with blond hair had been watching her but soon went off down an alley way. The woman started to shift into the blue skinned and red haired woman known mainly as Mystique. She had just been in the city talking to a few old contacts, since Magneto had been holding himself up she had decided to do a little freelance work again and was currently just taking a rest from it all. Then out of all the people she had to see Ororo wasn’t one of them. What she was doing in this city she had no idea. She had seen Storm walk out of that hotel so she figured that maybe she was here on a mission, if there was a new mutant around then maybe it might be useful information for Magneto to learn about. She could follow the woman but Mystique had other plans. She easily shifted her form to that of Ororo’s looks and walked back to the hotel. To everyone else she was just an African American woman in a nice grey sun dress as she walked through the lobby. She walked up to the front desk and saw a woman there that looked a bit younger then she would have thought. ‘Most likely just a student working here part time to earn some money,’ she thought to herself as she put on her best smile. “Hello there I lost the key to my room, I don’t suppose there is a spare I can use is there?” Mystique said as Ororo. The young lady behind the counter remembered her, she was a hard one to forget to be honest. She had looks that she would kill for plus that husband of hers wasn’t someone she would have expected her to marry but they seemed to have been in love. “Very well then ma’am just a moment,” She looked behind the desk and found one of the spare room keys as she pulled up the names. It was another thing that she remembered the name Ororo since she had never heard that before. ‘Now where is it?’ She wondered as she looked through the computer then she found it, “Oh yes Ororo Logan and James Logan, that’s the last name.” The first name was unique but the last one was more common so she had a harder time with that. She checked the room number and then went to where the keys were and picked out the right on. She walked to the tall woman and handed her the key with a smile, “There you go ma’am.” Mystique smiled and saw the room number of 314 on the key, that would help with where it was and so she wouldn’t have to ask. After she was on the third floor since the number started with a three, it took her nearly ten minutes to find the room. She didn’t bother to look around that would only cause suspicion in anyone that saw her so she just walked up to it like she was supposed to be there. The trick with how she was so good at what she did was not only take just the shape, that was the easy thing. The hard part of it all was to ‘play the part’, to be so good at being who she was supposed to be that no one could tell who she was. Over the years she perfected this skill, and with how long she had known Ororo she had more than enough knowledge to pull it off. She opened the door and closed it behind her it was then that she noticed the scent. The heavy musky one she knew from sex and she was worried that she wasn’t here alone. Either that or she picked someone up in the hotel bar but she didn’t think Storm was the kind of woman to do that. Mystique on the other hand wasn’t above that. Hell without her one night stands she’d hardly have any sex life at all. She looked around but suddenly someone had her pressed up face first against a wall, “What the hell?” “You know darlin’ that wasn’t very nice of you leaving me like that,” Logan said to her sniffing her neck as he held her in place. ‘Fuck! Logan, of all people she had to be screwing,’ She thought to herself. Some nameless man she could handle but she had to be careful not to blow her cover with him. She was just glad that her powers let her change her scent now to match the other forms she took. Although at the moment she wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or not, because now she had to wonder just how far she was going to let this go. It would have been easier if he hadn’t have pinned her to the wall. Then she felt him use on hand to pull up the hem of the long skirt and when a bundle was pressed up between his stomach and the small of her back she felt his hand caressing her ass, him smelling her neck in a savage way. It didn’t help matters that the last good fuck she had, had been months ago and she was pretty sexually frustrated as it were. He felt him pull the underwear down as it slipped down her legs as he started to kiss her neck. She felt one of his hands on her breasts kneading it and despite herself a moaned escaped her mouth. ‘I can’t believe I got myself into this, damn it either I fuck him or try to talk him out of it…god damn it why dose this have to feel so fucking good?’ She asked herself as his free hand went to her pussy under the dress and she clenched her teeth trying not to enjoy this. “Logan…wait…I…” She tried to think of something anything but she couldn’t think clearly at the moment. She should have taken care of her urges sooner but the only available man to fuck had been Sabertooth and she only did him as a last resort. She wanted to get fucked not raped and with his violent sex it was how he liked it. Very rough and usually painful. At least Logan was prepping her as she felt herself getting wet from this. “Sorry ‘Ro but you knew this was coming,” He said huskily into her ear, something in his tone sent a shiver down her spine. “Logan…Wh-AHHH!” She cried out as he just thrust his dick into her pussy from behind, he got about half of it in as he worked in the rest of it. Mystique leaned her face against the wall and Logan proceeded to give her one hard screw up against it. She felt him inside of her and thanks to her shifting abilities she could alter the size of her inner walls making herself as tight as she wanted but still loose enough to really enjoy this. After about five minutes any resistance left her, she figured she could have some fun and no one would be the wiser. And why not? He seemed very good at this, and if Ororo was too busy to take care of him then why couldn’t she enjoy some fun as well? Mystique was moaning and panting, by now Logan had let go of her arm as she held the wall as Logan hammered into her. The front of the buttoned dress was open and with the bra pushed he could feel her breasts and teased the nipples there adding to her pleasure. She knew that she shouldn’t be enjoying this so much but damn it, it had been so long for her and this felt so good. When Logan climaxed inside of her she had her first orgasm in months. She was left panting and breathing heavily, her legs shaking a bit. Logan pulled out of her with a wet plop sound and gently carried her to the bed. Now things were different, he gently undressed her kissing her and caressing her body gently. For the first time being shown such tenderness and love she felt the first hint of regret for this. This wasn’t for her, it was for Ororo, this was also what she had and for a bit Mystique felt a little envy for the wind rider. Logan after finishing undressing her again, gently rolled her onto her stomach as he started to massage the muscles out of her body. She moaned as his hands worked their magic, starting from her shoulders and moving on down to her back, ass and legs. She had never felt so good in such a long time she felt him behind her and wanted more, “Logan…take me…take me now, and take me in the ass lover…” Logan grinned at his wife’s offer and prepared her for it, he spread her cheeks and slowly entered her. She groaned out as her face pulled a pillow to her and buried her face into it and gripped it for all its worth. She loosened herself up a bit but not too much. To Logan it felt a bit stranger than normal, but he just thought that her body was just adjusting to anal sex more or something. When he had his hips pressed up against her ass and buried as he could he started to move. He was propped up by his outstretched arms by Ororo’s side as he began to ride his wife’s ass. Mystique moan and groaned both in pain and pleasure it had been so long anything felt good. She felt his powerful movements and his dick going into her, stretching her out. When she started to get used to it she moved with him moving her ass against him and wiggling her hips causing the stretching feeling to intense as she did. After a while her face came out from the pillow, “Oh god yes! Fuck that ass! Fuck me Logan! Fuck me hard!” His only replay was to do what she asked took her shoulders pulled back on her causing her to arch up her breasts swinging with their movement as her shut eyes and mouth open in passionate screams. Logan was lost in the passion of the moment although he did feel like something was off, this just felt different then it usually did but he pushed it aside. Mystique didn’t last long as she screamed out in orgasm, Logan felt her tighten up and shot his load into. She felt him cum deep into her bowels as he let go of her and she just dropped to the bed sweating and panting. He pulled out of her and she thought that was it but then he pulled her naked form over onto her back and she looked up into that mountain man of a mutant. “Again?” She weakly asked. He smiled at her, “You know me darling, always ready ta go.” He kissed her full on the mouth and she eagerly kissed back thinking that maybe just one more time and then she’d sneak out. After all just how long could he keep this up? Later that day, Ororo walked into the room after doing a little shopping and dropped her bags, “Oh god yes Logan yes!” She froze at that sound, not only because she now heard Logan and the sounds of people having sex but the fact that was her voice calling out to her husband. She rushed into the bed room to see Logan and…her. Logan was on his knees holding the other Ororo’s hips slamming into her. He gave one final thrust and roared out as he orgasmic causing the other Ororo to scream out as her back arched off the bed slightly feeling him cum inside of her yet again. Mystique had lost the track of time as the two had just been fucking and kept on fucking each other. Each time she said it was the last but he kept on coming back for more and she still craved more. Although at the moment she had passed her threshold and felt herself falling asleep from all the activity. “Logan!” The real Ororo cried out causing him to look at her and from the surprise on his face she knew that he had no idea what was going on either. They heard a moan and looked to see the other her starting to turn blue. Slowly she started to shift from that of Ororo into Mystique as she looked like that last orgasm had knocked her out for a bit. Now the blue skinned shape shifter was there naked on the bed, her nipples a deeper darker blue, her pussy now bald but the evidence of multiple shots of sperm to her were evident as Logan’s latest shot of cum was leaking out of her pussy that looked a shade darker then her skin. Logan pulled out of the blue skinned woman in surprise and jumped off the bed. He looked at his wife, “’Ro I’m sorry I didn’t…” She raised her hand, “I know Logan even you can’t tell who is who with her and I know you’d never willingly cheat on me…but now we have another problem.” She walked over to the blue skinned woman who had pretended to not only be her but had tricked her husband into fucking her. “Logan…go get me those special toys we used last night, I think it’s time this woman answered a few questions and I think a little punishment might be in order given what she just did.” Logan only grinned as he went to get what she was talking about. Ororo was actually looking forward to this, if Mystique wanted to screw around with her life well it was only fare that Ororo returned the favour. NEXT UP CHAPTER 10: COUPLES’ FUN Well you’ll see a little Rogue/Scott, but mainly Kurt/Amanda/Kitty and Jean/Alex, but don’t worry I’ll get back to Logan/Ororo/Mystique later on in Honeymoon Part 2 later on. Oh and if anyone says how OOC Ororo was just keep in mind I know and this is supposed to be all in fun so of course you’ll see some of that now and then.

Chapter 11 - Chapter 10: The Virgin

The Spider and the Goddess   Chapter 10: The Virgin   Peter turned as he woke up and stretched out in his bed as he felt the bed shift slightly to his left. He turned to see the long red hair and the shapely side of Mary Jane sleeping there. He missed this, waking up to her so waking up next to her again felt a bit like things were back to how they were. But he knew that wasn’t the case, they were in a weird place that was for sure. Maybe they wouldn’t get back together or maybe they would, he had no idea.   Although he did miss her in his life and these moments together were nice.   He sighed staring up at the ceiling well if things didn’t work out he had a hell of a group to chose from. He mentally counted off that he was currently seeing Mary Jane, Black Cat (although that was more like seeing, fucking then her running off), Carol and Rogue he had a few dates and he had already had a date with Jessica taking her after that night at the bar and some of the kinkiest sex he had in a long time. Well next to She-Hulk, that woman had very unique tastes not to mention then there was Madam Web and even Silver Sable showed up last week. She had shown a lot of patience in him about his identity and honestly maybe it was time to show her who he was.   He was starting to trust the white haired mercenary and the trust games of hers she could have taken his mask off at any time but she didn’t.   MJ shifted as she woke up and Peter’s thoughts turned to the red head next to him. “Morning beautiful.”   “Mmmm, morning Tiger,” She stretched out on her back giving him a great view of those amazing breasts of hers. He could see the mark on one of them his mouth made and for a moment he wondered if a little morning roll in bed could be in order but checking the clock and he knew that they both had things to do. Plus although he had a great boss now, he didn’t want to push his luck with being late. Knowing how things went he would get caught up in a super villain battle or his Avenger’s card would go off on the way to work.   He rolled out of bed as Mary Jane got a good look at his back, it was a very strong back and she loved running her hands on it while he was fucking her. She also noticed a few red marks and guessed she was a little too into it last night. Whatever was going on but Peter seemed more energetic in bed lately, not that she had anything to complain about before, he was just giving her more of what she had gotten in the past.   ‘God did I screw up with the breakup?’ she asked herself getting out of bed.   “You want the shower first?” Peter asked knowing if they went in together that would be the last of his will power, he looked over at her as she was picking up her clothing and got a look of her fine ass and long legs. How he wanted to bend her over and right then and there but stopped himself.   “I’ll take it thanks,” she told him looking for her bra, she swore it was around here somewhere but she hadn’t looked to where she had thrown it. Then she noticed something sticking out from under his bed and pulled on it. Out came a bra in her hand but it wasn’t hers, this was a purple sports bra but it was a big one. Not just in cup size which was bigger than her own but made for a woman far larger.   “Uh…Peter, what’s this?” She showed him the bra wondering about who in the world that bra could be from. She was starting to worry that maybe he was into heavier type of women.   “Oh that,” Peter knew that bra just from the size of it and that color or purple. It belonged to Jen Walters the She-Hulk, she had told him she had forgotten her bra at his place and he meant to look for it. But then MJ called about getting drinks and well, one thing led to another.   “That belongs to Jen,” he said feeling more exposed even though they were both naked.   “Jen?” MJ asked him.   “Yeah…you know, She-Hulk?” He grinned with a shrug.   “Oh…okay…that’s uh…” She was a bit relieved that Peter’s taste in women hadn’t changed but when did that happen. “So you two are…”   “We have pretty much the same arrangement that you and I have is all, she and I kind of got together one day and felt that a full time thing wouldn’t be practical.” Peter told her the truth, as they just had way too much history between them to lie to her.   “Oh, well okay then,” She tossed it onto the bed. “I’m going to take that shower now.”   Peter knew something was eating at her but this whole arrangement they had was her idea but he knew she wasn’t totally happy. He signed, all the women in his life and he still didn’t seem to know how any of them really thought.   MJ stepped into the shower as she let the water glide down her nude body, she knew she had no right to feel jealous she really didn’t but she couldn’t help that some part of her did. She got the soap and ran if over her body trying to sort out her feelings. She knew that she and Peter weren’t together like in the past and they were both free to sleep with other people.   It was just…She-Hulk of all people? Mary Jane had never really been one to worry about her looks since hitting puberty but that woman was in a class all her own. Was she worried that she would lose Peter again or was it that she only wanted him to herself? She had no idea but she needed to sort things out, maybe going into work and putting her mind into something constructive would help.   -That night-   Spider-Girl: You know this blog can be a bit therapedic at times. Plus since no one knows who I really am I can vent all I want.   Anya Corazon who once went by the name Arana, now known as Spider-Girl swung over the streets looking for trouble. It was Friday night and while normal high school girls were most likely out on dates or hanging out with their friends, she was out looking for crimes to stop.   Spider-Girl: Sure I spend my free time fighting crime because I like using my powers to help people but it doesn’t really give a girl time to date. Not that I’m complaining but kind of hard to date and keep the secrets I have from someone.   Spider-Girl had already stopped one mugging and now was heading to downtown, usually that was a hot spot plus she could get something to eat as nothing closed down there. At least that was the plan until she heard some kind of commotion to her left. Some kind of large crashing sound so she changed direction in mid swing and left to see what was going on, it didn’t take too long to find herself arriving at what looked like some kind of tech lab or company.   What she hadn’t expected were all the AIM agents all over the place, the guys in the yellow bee keeper looking guys were from an offshoot of Hydra that were all about world domination through science. They looked to have been trying to steal something with the crate they were guarding and trying to load into a truck. Trying being the operative word as she noticed a familiar sight of Spider-Man already there fighting the men.   “Well might as well be neighborly and help out,” She grinned as she jumped into the fight. She landed behind someone and swept their legs under them firing her webbing at the guy on the ground.   “Need a little help Spider-Man?” She asked jumping as someone fired some kind of energy bolt at her from some kind of sci-fi looking gun.   “Spider-Girl nice of you to join me,” He said punching one man out. “What brings you here?”   “Just doing the usual when I heard there was a party going on over here, how did this party get started anyway?” She asked him jumping onto the truck.   “Well these geniuses actually managed to set off the alarm,” he told her. “You know for a group of supposedly super smart group they can be a bit dumb.”   Spider-Girl paused to listen. “I don’t hear an alarm.”   “I was nearby and only heard it for a second, they most likely shot it out as soon as they figured out what they did. But it was just long enough for me to take a look and then they started shooting.” He ducked under one energy blast to back flip over the one that shot at him before attacking.   Spider-Girl only grinned as she fought alongside him, he was one of it not the biggest influence in her life as a hero. He had always been there to help her out, to teach her what it meant to be a hero and there for her in some of her darker times. She watched how fluid he moved and she couldn’t help but check him out.   ‘No, no, no, no,’ She mentally thought as they were finishing up. ‘Do not go there girl.’   It was bad enough how all the people on her blog that kept asking if she had a crush on Spider-Man.  Sure she talked about him a lot, had pictures on him on her blog but she had pictures of other heroes too…okay so maybe he had a few more than others. He was like…like a father figure to her, or maybe an older brother, a mentor something like that.   Plus she was still in high school it would be like having a crush on a teacher, which she did admit did happen to some students with the younger teachers. Okay she wasn’t helping her case just because she remembered how strong his arms felt a few times when he saved her, okay that really wasn’t helping.   Peter for his part was enjoying fighting with Spider-Girl as well, it wasn’t often that he got to fight with someone that was like him. At times he wished that he had a mentor when he was her age, all those mistakes he made could have been avoided for instance.   She was still a little rough but she had some moves, he couldn’t help but watch her lithe form move with a grace that most gymnasts would be jealous of, how the form fitting suit showed off her youthful but growing body, his eyes found her ass which was kind of cute.   ‘Whoa there! Bad thoughts, bad thoughts!’ Peter had no idea where the hell that was coming from but he sure as hell didn’t expect that to happen. ‘Okay she’s a little too young for you Peter, don’t you got enough women in your life?’   As they finished up both of them were unaware of what was going on between them, now they were slowly being drawn together not only in the fight but also how they were casting looks to the other then they were sure the other wasn’t looking. The thoughts they were trying to push away and not even think about the things they were thinking about, although no matter how hard they pushed the thoughts seemed to invade their minds.   Spider-Girl really had no idea what was wrong with her, okay maybe she had thought about him as a fantasy but those were just jokes, she never had this issue before. Things like how it would feel in his arms, how it would feel to kiss his lips under his mask, the feel of his hands on her body. She got distracted at that point, she hadn’t noticed the last of the AIM agents throw a device near her. It was a small silver grenade like device as it went off instead of an explosion it emitted a sound wave.   Anya cried out putting her hands to her ears as she fell to the ground, her inner ear being assaulted to the point that even her enhanced agility couldn’t let her stay standing.   “Spider-Girl!” Peter felt more worried for her than he normally would but he didn’t care. He webbed the small device and using his webbing throwing it against the wall of the building. He knocked out the last AIM agent before webbing him to the ground along with the rest. He quickly went over to her checking her out.   “Are you okay?” He asked.   “Everything’s spinning,” she moaned feeling like she had gotten on one of the spinning rides at Coney Island, fives times in a row. She felt herself being picked up into Spider-Man’s arms.   “Don’t worry I hear the cop sirens we can leave them for the cops,” Peter swung away hoping she might not need to be taken to Avenger’s tower for treatment. He also tried not to think about how he could feel her young body pressed up against him. Spider-Girl was having similar thoughts, it felt really good in his arms, she felt safe here and they were nice strong arms. She could see herself falling asleep in these arms.   Peter landed on a rooftop holding her in both his arms, “How are you feeling?”   Part of her wanted to lie just so she could stay where she was but knew this wasn’t right. “I think I can stand.”   He let her down gently as she got her feet back under her. She still felt a bit uneven but she was getting better. She looked around to see that they were now alone together on a rooftop and Anya felt her heart skipping a beat, she wasn’t sure how much was from the adrenalin or her own feelings.   “You okay?” Spider-Man asked her.   “Yeah, man what in the world was AIM doing out in the street like that? Do you know what they were trying to steal? ” She asked him.   “No idea but I can ask the Avengers I’m sure they’ll either know or love to find out,” He told her looking down at her. “Feeling better?” He asked gently placing his hand on her face making her look up at him as both were starting to be very aware of just how close they were.   Anya couldn’t take it anymore she had always been a bit impulsive but she was a teenager after all. She reached up to pull his mask over his mouth and pushing up on her toes kissed him. She didn’t know what got into her or why she was doing this only that she needed to do it. Although when he kissed her back she melted into his kiss feeling his hands at her waist.   Peter had been taken off guard by hr actions and her kiss but still he didn’t stop, when her soft young lips hit his he felt compelled to kiss her back. It wasn’t until a maybe a minute passed before they both broke away.   “Okay whoa!” Spider-Man said taking his hands off her.   “Oh god I’m so sorry!” Spider-Girl said at the same time as she placed her hands on her face wanting to die from embarrassment. Why did she kiss him, and why did it have to feel so good. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…I…I have no idea why I did that.”   “I-it’s okay.”   “It’s really not!” she told him looking at him again. “Why did I do that, I’m such an idiot!”   “No you’re not,” he told her trying to calm her down taking hold of her shoulders.   “I kissed you,” she said lamely looking down. “I shouldn’t have done that.”   “Well…it’s not like anyone saw it this can stay just between us if you want it.”   She really didn’t want this getting out but there was something else she wanted to know. “Why…why did you kiss me back?”   “Uh…” Peter was really stuck on that one why had he done that?   “I guess…it just felt right?” He really didn’t like how that sounded but damn why did it feel right?   She bit her lip lightly as she had a small smile on her face, “It, kind of did feel right didn’t it? Can…can we do it again?”   “I…” Peter knew that mentally he should say no that whatever happened was it but it was like he felt a pull towards the girl. She ran her hand over his chest as he felt his hands pulling her in close before he knew it they were kissing again only deeper this time.   Anya moaned into his kiss as she felt his tongue glide over her lips, she opened them allowing his tongue inside. She didn’t care if this was right or wrong she just wanted this, she wanted him. All those silly fantasies were being realized and she wanted to see how far this would go. She felt his hands run along her back as she pulled him in kissing him more passionately than anyone, not that she had much experience but she had kissed boys before, just not like this.   She wanted him she realized and not just kissing but more, she was burning for him in a way she had never felt before, was this lust or something more? Then she felt it, she felt something hardening under his suit pressing into her and that really got her excited.   For Peter this was something he hadn’t expected to happen tonight it caught him totally by surprise as he made out with Spider-Girl. He felt how soft she felt against him, how her petit body pressed up against him, the way she felt, tasted the little moans she made of course he started to get an erection. Then she pulled back looking down as she noticed what was growing, he really wasn’t sure how to explain that.   “Is…that for me?” She asked in such a cute way that made Peter want her even more.   “Yeah.” He admitted although he really wished it wasn’t.   She bit her lip again as she considered something, normally she wouldn’t even consider this. Hell later when she thought back to it she wouldn’t understand why she did it, but she did when she asked him a question. “Okay I know this is weird but…is there somewhere we can go?”    Peter’s eyes widened behind his mask as he knew what she was asking but could he really do it? She ran her hands over him and as she pressed her body up against him again and against his erection the battle of wills was losing in favor of getting laid.   “You sure?” He finally asked.   “Yeah.” She replied.   -Peter’s Apartment-   Spider-Girl wasn’t sure what to expect when she followed him home only that she was getting more excited and nervous with every minute. She couldn’t believe this was happening but damn it she wanted it to happen. Finally he got into a window and she followed him inside. He turned on the lights as she looked at his apartment, it wasn’t much bigger than her own but it was definitely a guy’s place, you could just tell.   “So here we are my secret lair, AKA my apartment,” he joked.   “Yeah got one of my own too,” She joked back at least here there weren’t any roommates like for herself.   He looked at her for a moment before walking up to her and with his finger under her chin tilted her head up. “You really sure about this?”   “Every time you ask I’ll just say the same thing,” She told him. “Um…I should tell you that I’m not very ‘experienced’.”   “That’s not an issue I wasn’t expecting you to be, although how much are we talking because you can’t have much.” Given her age he didn’t expect much most kids her age seemed to be getting laid if the media was to believe. Then again given what the media said about him then maybe they weren’t after all.   “Like…none at all.” She told him.   “Oh.” Peter couldn’t believe it, she was asking him to be her first, talk about pressure. He remembered his first time, hell everyone did and now he was going to have to really make this good for her.    Then she did something that Anya felt that she had to do. She pulled down her mask showing him her face. “But if we’re going to do this, I want to do it right. I’m Anya, Anya Corazon.”   Peter was a bit surprised she did this and it really spoke about how much she was trusting him with her identity. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to do this without giving her the same courtesy and they had been through a lot. He never had anyone to look up to when he was her age starting out plus she deserved to have this moment her way.   So he pulled back his mask, “Hello Anya, I’m Peter Parker.”   “Peter,” She tested the name out on her lips and she liked it, he was actually kind of cute with his brown hair and she liked his eyes. She reached up and kissed him looping her arms around his neck as she felt his hands on her hips. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him in that moment the whole thing was crazy but it strangely felt good too.   Peter felt her young body under his hands as they slowly trailed from her very slim waist to her cute little ass that he had been watching. He gave them a small squeeze earning a cute squeak of surprise in their kiss but as he kneaded her butt she moaned into his kiss. She felt so eager in his hands was he ever that young?   She ran her hands over his body feeling the muscles under his costume and it only drove her on. He eventually broke their kissing until he attacked her neck. She turned her head to give him access as she moaned his name out. Peter had to reach down because of the height difference and pulled her up by her ass to his level. She was surprised but quickly wrapped her slim legs around his waist holding on to him.   Then she felt it, his erection rubbing against her pussy, she couldn’t stop her hips from rubbing against it moaning as she felt it against her own sex.  Peter groaned into her next as he walked them both into his bedroom. She felt him grinding against her as the arousal in him grew with every moment. When they were by his bed he set her down both of them looking at each other with a burning passion. He reached down to his shirt and pulled it off as Anya eagerly looked at his bare chest, he didn’t have much hair on his torso but it was so good looking, especially those abs.   She took her gloves off as she ran her bare hands over the six pack. Peter took of his own cloves and web shooters letting them fall to the floor. Anya knew that she should start getting undressed but a bit she was still a little nervous. What she really was worried about was that he might not like her body, she was still a teenager and not exactly fully filled out yet. She slowly slipped out of the top of her costume letting it slid to her waist, it was all one piece for the most part as she pushed it down to pool at her feet.   She stood there feeling exposed in just her bra and panties, they were a simple green pair she had on. She wasn’t sure what to do other than step out of her uniform and when she looked up he was already in his boxers. Her heart was beating so fast from nervous energy that she couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge there, was that really for her?   Peter stepped forward and kissed her gently running his hands over her soft skin feeling her against his own. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then he pulled back and gently pushed the straps off as the garment fell to the floor. Anya covered herself feeling a little self conscious about her size.   “I know they’re not that big,” She told him as she was more of a B-cup at the moment, hell she wasn’t even sure if she would ever get bigger.   “Don’t worry about that,” He told her honestly pulling her arms away to take a look at her topless form. Her cute little breasts with the dark nipples against her tanned skin, he reached up with one hand and gently caressed one of them. “Anya you’re a beautiful young woman, never let anyone tell you different.”   She couldn’t believe she was here nearly naked as she was letting a man feel her up but she no longer cared. She wanted him more than ever now, she pressed herself against him kissing him. “Take me then, please make love to me.”   Peter nodded as he laid her on his bed kissing her and caressing her body, Anya was lost in a swarm of new sensations. The feeling of his hands along her skin, how he caressed her body only got her more worked up. She could feel the dampness of her pussy making a wet spot on her panties by this point. Peter worked his way down her body kissing between her breasts before taking one of them into his mouth. Anya’s back arched at the unfamiliar contact as she grabbed his head.   She thought it couldn’t get any better as she squirmed under his talents when his free hand went to rub the front of her panties. She cried out suddenly as her hips jerked on their own at the touch, she wanted him so badly now, her body burned for it.   “Peter please I don’t know how much more I can take,” she begged him.   “I know but first I have to make you cum,” He kissed down her toned stomach and pulled down her panties. He found a small trimmed patch of hair, apparently she didn’t completely shave herself.   “Sorry,” she said looking down at him. “I wanted to shave it all but I figured since I wasn’t dating…”   He smiled at her, “It’s okay it’s cute,” he then licked her wet slit making Anya feel like a jolt had just rushed through her body. He worked his mouth on the girl because as for her first time he wanted to make sure she came at least once. Later it might hurt too much for her to cum, at least that’s what he heard a few times before. He remembered one story about how someone had only just stared to feel good when the guy came.   Anya was lost in a world of lust and passion as she felt for the first time a guy eating her out, it was so much better than fingering herself. The way his tongue moved, the wet and warm part of Peter’s body did things to her she wasn’t aware could happen. Then she felt him pull apart her lips and stick his tongue even deeper. She cried out then as her back left the bed her hips jerking in pleasure she had never known before. Sure she had masturbated but this was so much better than anything she had ever done to herself.   Peter soon found her clit was ready as he sucked on it lightly making the young girl cry out he then started flicking his tongue across the sensitive bud.   “I think…I think I’m going to cum!” Anya told him her body wanting to thrash about.   “Then cum,” he told her as with that Anya’s whole body seemed to tense up as she cried out. Her hips jerking as she came harder than she had ever had in her young inexperienced life. She was left nearly lifeless as her body fell back onto the bed.   “Oh god that was good.” She sighed.   “And we haven’t even gotten to the good point yet,” Peter told her getting up on the bed next to her kissing her shoulder his hand caressing her stomach as he slowly went down to her very wet pussy. “I might need to get you ready.”   “Do it, I trust you.” She told him.   Peter nodded as his fingers slowly entered her body she tensed up as she gasped at the intrusion. Peter was using his two fingers to help stretch her out in preparation, he wasn’t going to break her hymen just yet although he was debating that. He wasn’t sure how much to do this but he felt he had helped to loosen her up a little, she felt very tight with just his fingers.   He stood up as she slipped out of his boxers and went to the night stand, in one of the drawers he pulled out a condom package as he put it on. Anya watched eagerly as he did so, watching every inch of his naked form and especially his manhood. That was the first real dick that she had seen in person and it was going inside of her.   She watched as he got around to the base of the bed now in front of her as she spread herself for him in a wordless invitation to him.   Anya Corazon lay there naked breathing heavily as she watched him sit in front of her spread legs. She was really going to do this, she was really going to lose her virginity. She as she had watched him put on the condom and she was still wondered if she would be able to take all of him inside of her, he looked so big to her not that she had much experience other than a slight curious look on the internet a few times.   He placed the tip at her entrance making her hold her breath.   “You sure?” Peter asked her one last time.   “Yes,” she swallowed.   Peter eased himself as he watched the head push past her lower lips. The half-Mexican/Puerto Rican girl held her breath as he eased himself in until he felt the barrier of her hymen. He stopped himself giving her a look as she nodded her head. Peter pushed as she gasped as her fists clenched the bed sheets as she hissed out.   “You okay?”   “I…yeah I think so, damn that stings,” she groaned as it felt him inside. “Are you in?”   “Not all the way.”   “Keep going, please I want it all,” she looked up at him as he leaned over her and slowly eased his way in. Anya groaned it did hurt but she was so very wet from her orgasm that he gave her that he was slipping in easily. She had never felt so full in her life, she had only used her fingers before to masturbate and never had something this big in her. She felt him stretch herself out unlike anything before she groaned as he slowly pushed himself deep into her body.   Finally he reached the end of the line as the head pressed up against her cervix although he found he wasn’t fully in, there was still a bit left but he knew he couldn’t go any further. God she was so tight around him, he had never had a pussy this tight in his life. He briefly wondered if it was because of her slim build compared to his, her age, the fact she was a virgin until now or a combination of all three.   “Need a minute?” He asked her.   “Just a bit,” She breathed, god how she felt so stretched out. It hurt a bit but it wasn’t too bad she had gotten hurt a lot more as Spider-Girl this was nothing compared to some of those times. Peter kissed her gently as they stayed there gently caressing each other. She wanted more she wanted him to make love to her.   “I’m ready, please go slowly,” she told him.   “Okay,” He gently pulled out a little and pushed back in as she groaned in a mixture of discomfort and some pleasure. Peter couldn’t believe how tight this girl felt around him, if he was a young man he might have blown his load into this girl within thirty seconds she was so tight.   “Me encanta, Me encanta!” She cried out.   “What?”   “I love it!” Anya told him she had slipped into Spanish by accident.   To Peter it sounded very sexy as he plowed the young woman below him, “Say more.”   Anya tried to think but it was hard while he was giving her the most pleasurable experience of her young life.   “Me pones muy caliente,” she told him. “You get me very horny!”   “Oh god that sounds so sexy coming from you,” Peter told her as he continued to fuck the young woman.   “Ai Papi! Si! Si! Si!” she cried out as he hit spots in her she didn’t even know existed until tonight. “Go faster please!”   “As you wish,” he complied going faster in and out of her once virgin pussy. Again he couldn’t believe how tight her pussy was around his cock, he almost wished he didn’t have the condom on just so he could feel those tight walls wrapped around his bare cock. But he knew that was too far and the small part of his mind that was still rational at least had that much influence.   As Peter rocked himself into the girl she instinctually wrapped her legs around him pulling him in close. Anya soon found herself getting more and more pleasure out of Peter and any doubts were momentarily lost to her. If this was how she was going to lose her virginity than she couldn’t have done better. She held him close as she whimpered and groan with every thrust into her, she felt her hips thrusting back.   She felt the coil inside of her tightening again, she felt he orgasm coming, she wanted this to last forever to feel this great longer but her body was at it’s limit. She couldn’t even tell him she was coming as she could only cry out until suddenly her mouth opened in a silent scream as her eyes widened as her entire body tensed and spasm as she reached her second climate of the night.   “Oh god!” Peter felt her tight pussy already tighten even more as her body tried to milk him for everything he was worth as he thrust one last time as his dick throbbed and burst his cum into the condom. When he was done he gently pulled out of her and rolled to his side seeing the condom with her juices and some of her blood on it.   Both lay there panting coming down from their mutual orgasms.   “Ha sido el mejor sexo de mi vida,” She sighed.   “What did that mean?” He asked curious as he watched her young sweaty body as she lay there nearly boneless and trying to catch her breath.   “That was the best sex of my life basically,” Anya translated as she looked down to see the slight blood on her pussy. She remembered from health class that with first times that could happen. “Uh…sorry about the mess.”   “No worries it was going to get messy no matter what,” Peter pulled off the condom with its contents, it was slick from the lube, her own juices and the slight blood on it. He had never fucked a virgin before so this was a unique treat for him and he was glad that he could make her first time really good. He threw it away in the waste bin next to the bed as he pulled a few tissues on the night stand.   “Here let me help,” He took the tissues and handed them to her.   “Thanks,” She blushed out of embracement taking them and cleaning up. “Sorry about the sheet though.”   “Don’t worry about it, trust me sex usually leaves the sheets having to be put into the laundry.” He explained.   ‘Oh, didn’t know that, damn how much did they miss out on health class?’ She thought to herself as Peter got back onto the bed next to her. She threw the tissues away as she looked at him and she smiled, she had really done it. She had lost her virginity and what a way, going with an experienced guy was the way to go.   She didn’t want any awkward moment so she slide up next to him resting her head on his chest cuddling up to him. “Thanks for this.”   “Well I admit that this isn’t how I pictured my night going but you’re welcome.” He told her stroking her back gently along her spine.   “You think I expected to lose my virginity tonight?” She joked back at him loving what he was doing to her back. She felt like she could just melt into him like this. “God I have no idea what got into me but I’m glad it was you. That was the best I’ve even had, not that I got much to compare to.”   “So I’m going to be the measuring bar?”   “Oh yeah and you set it pretty high Spid-sorry Peter. That’s going to get some getting use to.” She laughed as she knew him as Spider-Man longer than Peter. “No problem Anya, I always wondered why did you decide to go with Spider-Girl and not keep the Araña name you started with?” He asked. She shrugged, "New costume, new powers, new chapter in my life. Plus everyone kept alling me Spider-Girl anyway." But she didn’t want to think about that now, she’d rather think about something else. She ran her hand down his abs (god how she loved those) and after a bit hesitation she slowly stroked his member, it was still a bit greasy from the condom.   “You don’t mind do you?” She asked him a little shyly.   “Nope just don’t be too hard,” she had spider strength like him and he didn’t want to know what her hand could do to him if she wasn’t careful down there.   She nodded as she explored it the skin was so soft as she gently starting stroking it, soon she could feel it hardening as her eyes locked onto it. She couldn’t believe she was giving a hand job but here she was and at least a part of him was enjoying it. Soon he was fully erect as she marveled at his dick, the skin was so soft and yet she could feel the heat of it, the pulsing of his heart could be felt in her hand.   Anya had to try something as she got on top of him.   “Anya what are you doing?” He asked a little worried.   “Don’t worry just something I want to try out first,” She lined up her slit and pressed herself down so instead of having him enter her his dick was pressed against him with her pussy on the other side, sandwiching his cock between Peter’s own flesh and her own. She moaned as she moved her hips rubbing his cock with her wet slid.   “Anya,” he moaned her named taking hold of her hips.   “Oh that feels so good,” she starting rubbing him faster losing track of herself until she accidentally went too far forward so when she came back his cock entered her pussy slightly. Both of them tensed up feeling them together again only this time without the condom. She could feel everything now, it felt even better as she rocked a few times feeling his bare cock inside.   Peter for a moment lost himself in the tight wet pussy that was slowly sucking in his cock before he snapped out of it. He quickly held her hips to stop her movements. “Anya!”   “What?” She asked a little frustrated he had stopped her.   “Condom.”   She blinked before getting off him, “Oh shit, sorry.”   “Just be careful, you don’t want to be a teen mother do you?” He asked her reaching over to get into the drawer and pull out another condom.   “Yeah no kidding,” She mentally cursed herself to her stupidity that was too close. “Can I try putting it on?”   “Alright,” He tore the package and gave it to her. He watched as she found out how to roll the condom on. She smiled at him as she retook her position and slowly lowered herself onto him. She couldn’t get him all the way but she was totally filled so she used her legs to start riding him rubbing his abs and chest as Peter ran his hands along her thighs and sides.   As the two were soon getting into the next round with Anya riding Peter to the best of her ability they had an invisible guest in the room. Sitting naked on a chair facing them was an out of breath but blissful love goddess. She was still rubbing her sex after the huge jolt of energy she just got from those two thanks to her spell on Peter.   ‘Virgins are always the best,’ she sighed at the thought. All that sexual potential just waiting to be released that was the reason she wished she had more virgin priestess that worked at her temples. They were like fine wine just waiting to be uncorked. Sometimes she would have the priests and priestesses pick two young virgins and have them perform love on her temple altar. Nothing was forced of course and it wasn’t like the young couple didn’t want to do it. All that energy that got released in the act was like being supercharged.   She missed those days, it was hard to find virgins these days  but that girl’s orgasms had been like drinking the best drink after being thirsty. Looking at the two of them she couldn’t help but smile, she felt more charged from that than she had felt in a long time and also maybe it was time to give her new favorite mortal another taste of things to come.   She licked her lips waiting for them to fall asleep as she planned out her next phase of her little game.   From the Blog of Spider-Girl   Spider-Girl: Well guess who just got her V-Card punched? Yep, and no I’m not telling who it is besides if I post the entire thing my account my get banned for putting in what might account for pornography.   Spider-Girl: Seriously stop guessing and to whoever posted Hobgoblin, eww, get help you sicko, it was NOT a villain so get those sick fantasies out of your heads.   Spider-Girl: Okay YES it was a hero and NO for the final time I’m not telling!   Spider-Girl: Okay finally a decent question, yeah it hurt a bit but honestly he really knew what he was doing. Experienced guys really know how to make you feel great and he was gentle and caring, I swear both times were amazing.   Spider-Girl: No I wasn’t kidding we did it two times no fooling, although what health class doesn’t tell you is how sore you get the next morning. I ache in places I didn’t know existed.   Spider-Girl: I don’t know how big he was I didn’t measure it! Look it was big to me but I have no idea what’s big or small it’s not like I have a lot of experience with this thing. But after getting used to it, it felt great for all I know he was average or slightly bigger it certainly what’s small.   Spider-Girl: Okay some of these guesses are just plain weird.   Spider-Girl: Yes he was very good, great even like I said experience really counts I can’t wait to do it again. Damn, I got to go, he’s going to wake up and I don’t think he wants to see me blogging about us while I’m still in his bed.     Next up chapter 11: Morning After    Well that's the last girl I think at least main girl, so please rate and review and I am open to suggestions for the story. Also if it helps think of her as 18 and a senior in high school.

Chapter 7 - Chapter 7: The Mercenary

The Spider and the Goddess  Chapter 7: The Mercenary  The first thing that Peter felt was the annoying light in his eyes, he blinked open to see that the sun was up. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes. He had never been much of a morning person usually because he was out late saving the day or something. Well it had been a bit of a late night but for better reasons. He felt the shift in his bed as he looked over to see the naked form on her side. The bed sheet had gone down to her hips as he got a good look at her bare back.   He smiled as she slid up against her wrapping an arm around her waist. She stirred as she sighed pressing herself against him. “Morning.” Peter said kissing her shoulder. “Mornin’ sugar,” Rogue sighed happily feeling him against her bare skin felt so good. She pressed her ass against him feeling his member against it. She wanted to feel him all over her skin as a woman who had been denied skin to skin contact since puberty she liked to enjoy it since given her life it could only be a matter of time because this gift was taken from her.  It had happened before so she enjoyed herself in these moments plus it was so nice to have a nice and normal relationship for once. No more suave honey tongued men who broke her heart multiple times and flirted with other women, or students or even a student that turned out to be her adopted mother in disguise (it was a wonder she didn’t have more issues with her life given that) so being here with Peter was a nice break from it all. She turned around to kiss him not caring for any kind of morning breath. “Last night was fun,” she told him playing with his brown hair smiling. “The date or after the date?” Peter asked her caressing her side. “Both,” she kissed him again, pulling away she stretched up and got out of bed. “Well ah’m goin’ take a shower, if ya feel up to it don’t be afraid ta join me.” She winked at him giving him a good look at her backside walking away, she had a slight sway with her hips as her ass and nice legs was starting to make a certain part of his body react. He gave a quick look, if they were quick he could make it into work no problem. Pulling off the covers he was going to join this southern bell before he noticed something in his closet. There on the ground was one of his Spider-Man gloves, he paused picking it up as she hadn’t seen it. He felt a bit guilty not telling her who he was and that they had met a few times before only in costume. But she seemed to set on the idea of having a normal guy in her life. “Hey Rogue…you ever wish I wasn’t a normal guy?” He asked her through the door hearing the water starting to turn on. “What brought this on?” she replied as she felt the water for the right temperature. Peter had to think of something, “Well you hang out with superheroes all the time so I was wondering if you just liked that kind of thing. You know someone that could relate to the kinds of things you have to deal with all the time. Villains, battles and the crap that goes with that kind of life.” Rogue paused thinking on it, “Ah guess…but honestly Ah like what Ah got with ya.  It’s just so nice not ta have ta deal with that kind of life. Don’t worry yaself about that sugar, ah’m perfectly happy with how things are.” Peter sighed as he threw the glove into a deeper place of the closet where it couldn’t be seen. So much for telling her that, he didn’t want to crush her thoughts on what they had. Well if things got more serious he would tell her, boy he hoped she wouldn’t be as pissed as Carlie had been. Thinking of his Ex-Girlfriend made him wonder how she was doing. Yeah she had ended things pretty solidly as she could work with Spider-Man…just not with Peter Parker, if that made sense but then if he could totally understand women he’d make a book and live off the royalties. Well at the moment he had a very naked and wet mutant woman in his shower might as well enjoy things while they lasted. He walked into his bathroom to find Rogue soaping up through the curtain. He gently pulled it open as her green eyes locked with his as a smile grew on her face. He smiled back getting inside and closing the curtain. “Wash a gale’s back?” She asked him handing him the soap. “My pleasure,” Peter started rubbing it along her back and shoulders. Kissing her shoulder before applying the soap as she pressed back into him, her ass found his erecting manhood. Peter moaned as his hands cupped her breasts kneading them. “Oh god,” Rogue moaned as she felt his dick slide into the crack of her ass. Peter gently rocked himself against her. “Be careful where ya stick that guy. Ah’ve never had anyone do meh there and ah don’t think ah’m ready ta try that.” “Say no more, I know not everyone likes that kind of thing,” Peter had one hand caress her stomach with the soap kissing her neck as his other still at work with one of her breasts. “Although it is a great ass and feels nice.” He rubbed his dick between her ass cheeks being careful not to pull too far back or he might give her a surprise anal sex and she was the last kind of woman you want to be suddenly pissed at you. Especially when you were naked with her and she suddenly activated her powers. His hand with the soap slowly went further down as he gently cupped her sex making her gasp and then moan in appreciation. “Don’t stop,” She moaned as she leaned her head back giving him better access at her neck. Slowly he sucked on the exposed skin as she loved how he enveloped her whole body as much as possible. Plus she kind of liked the feeling of his dick rubbing between her ass like this although she was in no way she wanted to try anal sex. Gambit had tried to talk her into that that had ended with neither of them having any kind of sex that night. She felt Peter’s fingers slip into her slit finally as two of them worked themselves into her body. “Make sure ta wash that really good,” Rogue moaned out as she started to grind her ass against his cock. “That’s a very dirty spot.” “Didn’t taste dirty last night,” he nibbled on her ear knowing she loved that. She moaned as she felt her legs starting to weaken. That spot on her ear and him stimulating two other areas of her body was getting to be too much. If this kept up she would fall, she pulled away and turned herself to face him throwing her arms around his shoulders and kissing him passionately. He dropped the soap as he wrapped his hands around her back pulling her in. “Fuck meh now,” She told him huskily as she pressed herself against the wall spreading her legs for him slightly. “Just don’t cum in me sugar, let meh know when you’re about ta cum.” “Got ya,” he took one of her legs as he by the knee raising it and helping her to steady herself as she looped her hands around his neck. He used his other hand to help get his dick into her pussy. She moaned at the feel of him. Although they had used condoms last night, she loved the feeling of a bare cock inside of her body. She could feel every vein around him now, she could feel the heat of his dick as he started to thrust into her wet pussy. Resting her head on his shoulder she moaned with every thrust as his chest pressed against her breasts. The hot water on their skin and the feeling of him bare against her skin and her insides only helped her with the amount of pleasure she was getting. Peter kept thrusting up into her by now he knew she had a little spot inside of her that he only he could just find. “OH GOD!” She suddenly screamed. ‘Got it,’ Peter smirked finding that spot as his mouth got her ear lobe and sucked on it driving her wild. “Oh god! Oh God, oh fuck meh! Oh Fuckin’ hell, fuck meh!” She cried out rocking her hips as best she could as he quickly fucked her. They had to make this quick given that they both had places to be and although the thought of just staying here all day and fucking each other’s brains out sounded great, it wasn’t in the cards today. Still the way she felt he tried to concentrate on getting her off first because when she got like this she could be a bit wild and the way she felt against him and around his cock he might just blow his load soon into her and he didn’t want that. Her breathing and cried kept increasing in pitch and frequency until she shook all over as she squeezed him tightly as she came first nearly biting into his shoulder. Rogue was coming down from her orgasm panting hard  as she still felt Peter thrusting inside of her. “I’m going to cum,” he warned her as she had asked her orgasm nearly caused her pussy to squeeze his own orgasm out of him and he was nearly there. “Pull out,” she told him as he did so, she got an idea that she always wanted to try out but hadn’t because she was always afraid of getting a mess on her. Well she was in the shower as she knelt down her hand gently stroking him. “Let it all out sugar, cum all over meh,” she told him looking up. It didn’t take much he had been so close to releasing his load as he grunted as his body stiffened. He watched as his white cum shot out over her nicely shaped tits, a shot landed on her cheek as she continued to jerk him off to make sure everything was out. Rogue felt the warm liquid on her body, she took her free hand to rub it into her skin. It felt so dirty doing it but it also kind of turned her on, it was like he was marking her as his woman. Plus the hot cum on her skin felt strangely nice along with the hot water. ‘God this feels good,’ Rogue thought as she ran her hands over her cum stained body. It was washing out but she might get addicted to this if she wasn’t careful. She didn’t want to get back the mansion smelling of cum, even if it was his. There were some people who would be able to smell that on her body. Peter looked down at the wet southern bell on her knees with his cum washing over her chest. He really wished they had more time now as he really wanted to do nothing more than take her back to his bed. She smiled up at him taking some of his cum off her breast with a finger and placed it into her mouth looking at him with a sultry look. “How long do you have to get back to the school?” He asked. She laughed getting up and found the soap and took it. “Not long enough sugar, turn around, now it’s my turn.” ‘Today is a good day,’ Peter thought turning around. -Later that Day- ‘Today sucks!’ Peter mentally groaned he was on the clock, literally. He was in costume going all over the city like a mad man.  Something was going to happen at ten after three today and it would end up destroying all of New York city, maybe more. It had started out to be such a good day too, he muttered to himself. When he got into work he had been pulled aside by Grady. The heavyweight genius wasn’t your thinking in the box type of guy so he had to figure that whatever he was going to show him it would be interesting. It started easily enough, Grady had shown him this teched out doorway to the break room. The doorway was actually a doorway to literally tomorrow.  Grady had gone in to get a paper to show it, but when Peter tried it, all he saw was a destroyed New York. So here he was suited up as Spider-Man running around looking for something that could cause it, he had Grady in his ear on a two way communicator to help out. The only clue was a smashed up watch at the time of when it was supposed to happen. He had been stopping every little and major crime just to be safe but still no sign of anything that could wipe out the entire city. He even had a run in with Madam Web or at least her astral projection of Julia Carpenter, as usual it had been a unique talk with her. -Flashback to 15 minutes ago- Peter had been quickly changing when Julia had appeared out of nowhere sharing the crap out of him. He hated it when that happened having a spider-sense kind of spoiled surprises for him. “Julia Carpenter!? Wait where’s the Madam Web look? You know trench coat, glasses and all that? Wait is it casual day and no one told me?” Peter asked as he was in the middle of changing. Julia was there in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with her red hair tied back into a ponytail. He had to admit that she was still hot outside of a skintight costume. Why the hell hadn’t he ever asked her out before? He didn’t care that she had a kid, hell she was in amazing shape for a mother. Especially since her t-shirt showed off a nice toned and flat stomach with a great figure. Well despite good view of the red head he had things to do, mainly making sure they all survived. “I’m still at home, my kid got a cold,” Julia told him in her astral projectile form crossing her arms. “I told her to take a coat for the rain, but why listen to me?  I’m only her mom who can also see the future.” “Peter I have to tell you…” Julia paused and then looked around. “What?” Peter looked as well but he couldn’t see anything then again he knew that although she was now blind she could see a lot more of the world than most people. “I thought I…I thought there was someone else here,” Julia looked around even more as if studying the area more intently. “Maybe it’s nothing.” “Getting paranoid?” She gave him a dirty look. “I don’t get paranoid when I can see things coming.” “Must be nice,” he muttered as he finished dressing. -Present- It was times like this Peter felt that psychics and psychic powers were way overrated. Why the hell couldn’t you get a straight answer for once? She couldn’t just say what caused the world to blow up and how to stop it, oh no, she had to be all mystical about it. Plus she had said that he had to be the one to fix this, no Avengers, no FF or anyone else. He couldn’t even warn anyone about it, not his friends or family. He just wished that Julia would give him straight answers when he needed it. Although she had said that she did trust him and that she was not only putting her life on the line but also her daughter’s as well. So she had faith in him so he couldn’t be too angry with her, he was just annoyed by the whole thing. Peter really had no clue where to start only that there had to be something, maybe if he swung around something would trigger his spider-sense. Just as he completed the thought he felt that familiar buzzing in his head, something was wrong and he looked around. “Oh good it’s my all time favorite mayor,” Spider-Man said to himself seeing Jameson leading a parade of some kind. Something was really wrong here as he quickly decided to take in a closer look. “Do we really have time for this?” Grady’s voice was heard in his ear. “Yeah I know time’s a wasting.” Spider-Man said out loud so communicator in his ear would pick it up. That’s when his spider-sense kicked in. “Hold on, getting a hit on this area. Something’s about to go down, I’m going to take a look around the area.” “Sure thing.” Spider-Man swung around the area trying to let his spider-sense lead him in the right direction. It took a couple of minutes but he narrowed it down to an alley near the parade. That was when he noticed them, guys in all white uniforms and it looked like one was setting up a bomb he was about to make his move when someone else joined the party as Silver Sable rushed into the alley. He had no idea she was working security, man he wondered how much tax payer money Jameson threw her way to get her for this gig, she wasn’t cheap. He watched her from a safe distance above as she moved with speed and grace taking down some group, she heard the word terrorist being thrown out there, not the usual kind as they were all in those matching uniforms. She looked like she had everything well in hand but then a big guy in a cape and costume got up behind her. ‘Oh crap, watch out Sable!’ He mentally shouted seeing some costume goon he didn’t recognize but had some kind of mace for a hand snuck up behind her.  He raised the weapon and he managed to catch it just in time. “You almost messed up Silver’s hair. She hates that.” He joked holding it still he could feel a strain the guy was stronger than a normal human but Peter was far from a normal human. Silver looked over surprised and slightly mentally chided herself for allowing someone to sneak up on her but thankfully she had someone watching her back. “Thank you, Spider-Man I’m glad that I spotted you earlier. I’ve learned wherever you go trouble is soon to follow.” “That’s me all over,” He remarked, maybe this was why she was here now because she saw him they stopped the bomb together. Well whatever he hoped this would end the event that would destroy the city. He never noticed before but she really had a sexy European accent, well yeah he had noticed before but it was really sexy. Okay, focus time he told himself not the time to ogle the sexy mercenary woman. “How-how are you doing this!?” The costumed villain said trying to get his arm free. “My robot arm has the strength of a hundred men!” “What this knockoff? It says right here ‘made in China’, next time buy American,” Spider-Man easily tore off the cyborg limb and then smashed him in the face with his own mace for good measure. He wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. “Stop laying with him I have work to do,” Silver Sable chided him as she was working on the bomb. “These fools have no idea what they are doing, this bomb could level all of Manhattan.” “Grady you catch that?” Spider-Man asked him on the other line. “Yeah. But that makes no sense, we still have eleven hours before the blast. This can’t be it.” “Quiet,” Silver snapped as she was trying to focus. “This bomb is very amateurish, either of these leads could set it off. I just have to pick the right one…” She looked at the mess of wires. Either these men were truly incompetent themselves or they hired someone equally as incompetent for the bomb. It was a real mess of an explosive. “Ah this should be it,” She found the wire and was about to pull it out. “Don’t!” Peter yelled at her as his spider-sense range like a gong in his head. “Oh really?” She was surprised by his yell but she had years of experience with bombs. She told him as much not liking someone questioning her skills. “Yeah well if it’s a fifty-fifty choice I’d go with the guy with the spider-sense.” He told her getting to the bomb and picking the opposite wire she had chosen. They looked to see the bomb deactivate it. “Ha! And the day is saved by your friendly…” “Nobody!” Jameson barged in, he had seen his expensive bodyguard run off and he wasn’t one to just let her out of his sight. It was a good thing too as he had just seen would have ruined him if it got out. “This is all classified, no one will know that a nuke got smuggled into my city like this.” “Aw, so no parade or me then?” Spider-Man didn’t really mean it he just wanted to get under J.J.’s skin which of course it did work but it would be nice to get a reward at least some time. Not all the time but just a ‘thanks’ now and again would perk up his day. Oh well he had a much bigger problem to face that he really should be getting back to. That was when he noticed Silver Sable walking up to him. “Spider…” She moved up to him and pulled up his mask. “Sable?” He asked not sure where this was going but she wasn’t pulling it all the way up. He had been here before and “On behalf of the people of Symkaria, please take this reward.” She pulled him into a kiss. Normally Peter might have been put off his game when a sexy woman suddenly did this but from what he had been experiencing lately and his talk with She-Hulk, he figured why the hell not. He pulled her deeper into the kiss holding her waist as he placed his tongue into her mouth. Sable was surprised by his intense response but soon fought back with her own tongue. He had just saved her life twice and all of the city. She had been wrong with the bomb they must have altered it so if anyone tampered with it, it would go off.  She owed him her life again, she felt the urge to thank him in a much more intimate way. She whispered into his ear, “Tonight, Imperial Hotel, the presidential suit. I’ll be waiting for you at Eleven. Do not keep me waiting.” “Uh…yeah sure,” He felt a bit light headed from that kiss as he swung off. “The hell…dude did she just ask you out?” Grady’s voice was heard in his ear. Damn, he had forgotten about that she had spoken right into the ear with that communication device. “Uh…I’m sure it’s just to thank me.” He told him. “Come on we got a disaster to avoid.” “Sure thing Casanova.” He could hear Grady smirking through the communication line.   -Later that Night- Peter was on a rooftop overlooking the Imperial Hotel, it was getting close to eleven. He had thought about not showing up but that might have been rude to ignore her offer and honestly with the whole talk with She-Hulk he decided that maybe it was time to just go with the flow.  He had a pretty good idea where this night might lead to and in all honestly he was kind of looking forward to it. Sable had always been this mysterious woman that he didn’t know much about although she was a very sexy woman. The day had ended on kind of an anti-climatic note, he had talked with Mary Jane in a café. He hadn’t told her everything but damn did she give him advice that really saved the day. He would have to thank her later for that. In the end all they had to do was just turn the damn thing off, the time doorway had been the cause of it all. Because they left it on it had basically overloaded and blown up. Sometimes it was the simple things you overlooked. So when all of that calmed down he knew that he had a date to keep. He decided not to keep the lady waiting as he jumped off the building and swung up to the top suit. He saw that the door on the balcony was wide open and he was kind of afraid he might have picked the wrong place. It was the only open door and the lights were on. He walked into the place and looked around, it was very much the kind of five star hotel room that he couldn’t afford, yes his new job paid much better than when he did freelance work or as a teacher but still, this place made him feel like he was wasting money just standing here. “Hello?” He called out. “I’m not a robber just your friendly superhero just checking in.” He really hoped he got the right room, then a door opened and out walked Silver Sable. She came in wearing a pure white silk robe, her hair all undone as she smiled at him. Damn that woman could really make an entrance. “Oh good for a moment I thought I got the wrong room.” He joked. “I’m glad you didn’t, please join me,” He turned around and walked into the other room. Peter mentally shrugged as he walked in and it apparently led from the living room area into what looked like a dining room. On the table there was a meal already there with candles and everything. “Why do I suddenly feel like Julia Roberts?” He muttered to himself. “I would like to think I’m better looking than either her or Richard Greer,” Sable told him sitting down. “Ah, so you know that one,” Peter told her sitting down across from her. He could have made a Roberts joke about her getting paid but given she had been a whore in that movie then the comparison might have been offensive. He decided on a safer line of conversation. “Got to admit you do look a lot better than either of them.” He told her. “I hope you don’t mind a little food,” Silver told him sitting down as he sat across from her. “It was a busy day and a very trying one with your new mayor.” “Hey I’ve had to deal with him for years.” Peter told her looking at the food it wasn’t a full meal but it did look good. “You truly are a hero to deal with that man on a constant basis,” She smirked since the man got on her nerves all day long. She was thinking of putting the man on her black list, the clients she refused to do business with just to avoid that unpleasant man. But she did this work for her people the money she earned went to her small country. “It helps if you tune out what he’s saying and replace it with that sound adults make in the Peanuts cartoons.” Spider-Man joked. He was surprised to see her actually smile at that, he couldn’t really remember seeing the woman smile all that often, if at all. She was usually so serious and business like when they had worked together in the past. “What is it?” She asked seeing him stare at her. “Nothing, just that I think you got a pretty smile. You should do it more often,” He noticed her lips tugging into a smile again. “There, see right there.” “In my line of work I’ve had to keep myself professional,” she started to slowly eat the food. “But I’ve always smiled around you.” “Wait, when?” Peter paused trying to think about it. “Not on the outside but on the inside,” she told him honestly as it was one of the reasons she found herself drawn to this man. He could make her smile and that was a rare thing in her life, it was full of violence and happy moments were few some days. He always seemed to find the lighter side of things or tied to even in the direst of circumstances. "You also despite any odd go into any battle, especially if friends are at stake. If a stranger is in danger you risk yourself every time to ensure their safety.” “Well, kind of goes with the territory,” he shrugged. “No, for you it’s something more than that. You truly are a good man,” She swirled the wine glass as she took a sip her eyes never leaving him. The rest of the small meal was eaten up as they made some small talk he even got to ask her a few things he always wanted to. Little things, stuff that she liked to do favorite things like music and film. Even asked a bit about her homeland, he didn’t know much of the small European country. She answered everything and even did the same. The time flew by as they got to know each other better and soon the meal was all finished. “Well that was good,” Peter wasn’t sure what everything he ate was but he felt it was pretty expensive and elaborate stuff that he would never normally eat. “Too bad there is no dessert.” “If it is a dessert you crave,” She stood up and walked over to him taking his hand. He stood up as she led him to another room. “I believe I have something appropriate.” Peter felt his heart rate pick up as he got a good idea where this was leading. She led him to a large bedroom, it was stylist like everything else and a very large bed.  She wrapped her arms around his necked as she pulled him into a deep and sensual kiss. Peter returned it feeling his hands glide over her sides of the silk robe. He lost himself in her kiss, enjoying it without any regret. When he was finished with her lips he moved down to her exposed neck. She moaned in appreciation pulling him in close feeling his mouth, his lips, his tongue and even his teeth lightly over her soft neck. After a little fun she pushed him away with a smile as she undid the robe making it fall. Peter got an eyeful of her now. She had been wearing a white silk lingerie, the top was a corset looking top that looked to zip down from the front and pushing up her breasts just a bit to give a bit more cleavage. A garter belt attacked to long white stockings and a thong completed it all. “Wow, you really know how to accessorize,” Peter told her. “I do pride myself on how to set up for a mission,” she told him as she took the hem of his shirt. “So, uh…about the mask…” Peter had told She-Hulk who he was since they had a lot of history together. He had only known Silver for awhile and they only met a few times but she did seem like the trustworthy type but he would make it her choice. Hell it wasn’t like the FF or some of the Avengers didn’t know who he was. “You can keep it for now,” she told him taking off his shirt as she ran her hands along his strong frame. “Trust needs to be built and tonight we shall build it together.” She started to kiss and lick his chest slowly. Peter felt her exploring his exposed chest as he figured to get rid of the gloves and his webshooters. Pulling them off and dropping them to the floor he shivered as her tongue trailed along his abs. He was thankful he showered before coming over here and put on a spare suit. He really doubted she would want him smelling of sweat and grim from a full day. She got to his waist band and belt, slowly she took off the belt as he watched her slowly pulled down his pants for his boxers. He stepped out of his pants as he only had the feet parts of the costume on as she was now faced with his crotch. “Oh this looks very interesting,” she smirked as she ran her hand over his bulge. “Why don’t you go lay down and make yourself comfortable?” Peter didn’t want to argue with the lady as he got onto the large bed. He could feel the comfort of it, he was considering after the fun to check out what kind of bed this was but then thought if it was in this place, he most likely couldn’t afford something this good. He watched as the European beauty took the sash from her robe and then crawled on top of him. “Do you know something I highly respect?” “White matching clothing?” “Control,” She took his hands and slowly started to tie them to the bed post, it was one of those types that looked like a gate instead of one solid piece. “You do know I could break these like tissue paper right?” “Oh I know,” She finished with one wrist as she tied it not very tight as this was more symbolic to her. She started on the second hand. “But this is all about building trust, I know you can get out of this but you won’t. You’re trusting me by giving me total control and with that trust I plan to give you a very good experience.” “I’ll admit, I’m usually the one tying people up,” Peter remembered a few times with MJ he had some fun with tying her up with his webbing. A couple of times suspending her from the ceiling as he enjoyed himself before the hour was up and the wedding dissolved. So for him being tied up like this was a new experience so maybe it was karma coming back on him. After she was finished she kissed down his chest and took his boxers and slowly pulled them down. She was pleased by what she saw, he certainly was gifted. She pulled the boxers off and threw them aside as she took his cock and licked it, teasing him slightly. Peter breathing grew deeper as he felt her warm and wt tongue on his shaft. Soon she took the head of his cock into her mouth her hands caressing his thighs. He was a bit too long for her to take all the way at the moment but she swirled her tongue around the head playing with it before slowly taking him deep. Her bobbing head going down an inch at a time. Peter threw his head back with a groan as he had this sexy white haired mercenary sucking him off. Her hand went to his balls gently cupping them in her hand. She pulled out with a slight pop from her mouth. “Ready for more?” She asked huskily. “God yes,” He breathed as his erect cock felt like it might explode at this moment. She reached over to the little table and opened a drawer. She pulled out a small condom as she opened the package throwing it away and took the rubber material in her mouth. Peter was going to ask her what she was doing before she went back to his dick and using her mouth put the condom onto his penis. “Whoa, that’s a new trick.” He told her. “Something I picked up,” she told him as she sat over him and pulled aside the panties with one hand giving him a good look. She had a small patch of very trimmed hair there and apparently her white hair was natural. With her other hand she took his condom clad dick and started to rub the head against her slit slowly, teasing him. “Jeez, don’t keep a guy waiting.” He begged as he wanted her, she had railed him up and he would like nothing more than to bury himself inside of her. He felt the silk around his wrists and was reminded that this was her game and her rules. Sable was eager to feel his member inside of her but she was disciplined and she knew it would be worth the wait. Feeling the head against her slit she eased herself down sighing feeling him fill out her insides. She slowly sat down until he was firmly inside of her body, taking a moment to enjoy it she ran her hands over his strong muscles. Slowly she rocked her hips loving the way he pressed against her inner walls. “Oh god Sable,” Peter felt her move her hips in circular motions as he could feel the heat against the condom. “Just wait,” she told him as her hands slowly went over her front as she lazily caressed her body, then her hand went to the small zipper as she slowly undid the front of her garment. Pulling it open and slowly letting it fall off Peter could now see her bare breasts. She had small but erect pale nipples with a large areolas surrounding it. He really wished he had his free hands to feel up those lovely looking breasts. They weren’t the biggest ones he had seen but they were round, perfect and firm looking. God he wanted to touch her body so much that he felt like he was torn between torture and bliss as she moved her hips. He could feel how the palms of her hands weren’t soft but had a bit of a rough feel to them. It wasn’t unpleasant but he could tell her hands had worked a lot. The rest of her body looked soft and inviting, he could help but take her in, her body was physically fit with no fat on her at all yet she still kept a very feminine look to her body. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed this slow rocking of her hips as he responded in kind. She was glad he wasn’t impatient, she wanted to enjoy this for as long as she wanted. Thinking he deserved a bit of a treat she leaned down rubbing her breasts against his bare chest. “How does that feel?” She asked him. “Damn you feel really nice,” Peter told her honestly as he got a good whiff of her perfume. Her breasts felt great against his skin. He really wanted to feel them with his hands now, to take them into his mouth but that wasn’t part of the rules. She kissed him slowly against as her tongue ran around his lips, he opened his mouth as their tongues battled for dominance. She then nibbled on his lip sucking on it slightly, she sat up feeling her arousal peeking. She had teased him long enough she wanted to ride her spider, bracing herself on his chest she started to bounce herself on him. Peter nearly thanked god that she started to move, he wasn’t sure how much teasing he could take as she started to ride him slowly. Rising and lowering herself onto his dick, her slick inner walls eagerly gripped him as the smooth condom helped him to glide into her waiting body. She moaned in pleasure gripping his chest slightly as the wet sounds of their lovemaking grew louder and louder. Peter moaned as he matched her falls, thrusting up into her. Her pace was slow and deliberate as she seemed to be drawing this out. Silver moaned with each thrust rocking her hips as she went her waist moved like a snake as she would make circles or rock back and forth. She could put belly dancers to shame with how she was moving, she leaned down to lick his chest, looking at his masked face the entire time. “Do you like the feel of me Spider?” She asked him. “God yes,” Peter groaned. “I love the feel of a good man,” She told him sitting back up and now she was riding him harder. “I love a strong man, a good man, an honest man and god yes, you have such a nice manhood to go along with it.” She closed her eyes as she started to ride him harder and faster now finding that her peek was starting to be reached. She slammed herself harder as their hips started a smacking sound as her voice grew in tone. “God you’re so beautiful,” He told her which made her eyes snap open and look down at him. She leaned in and kissed him riding him just as hard. “I appreciate that,” She gripped the small metal bars of the headboard her mouth open as she shut her eyes her hips thrusting rabidly. “I’m cumming! Cum with me, cum with me!” She cried out. “Fuck…fuck I’m going to cum!” “Do it, cum for me!” She screamed out as she threw her head back letting out a primordial scream. Peter joined her finally getting his release as he felt his cum fill the condom. She fell onto him both of them sweating from the effort as she shuddered rubbing her body against his chest. She needed a bit of a rest after that orgasm to catch her breath before kissing him slowly, almost lovingly caressing the side of his face. He returned it but he still had to control himself from getting out of the silk bindings. “You truly do have skill as a lover as I had hoped,” she got off him as she took the condom off his penis. She put the used material in a waist basket by the bed. “Well I do aim to please.” “Oh you did,” She got back on top of him slowly releasing his hands from their bindings. “However I hope that is not all you have for the night.” “If that’s you asking if I can go another round trust me, I don’t have spider enhanced stamina for nothing.” He flexed his hands and arms finally free as now he used them to travel up her naked form. “Oh that’s good,” She told him both that he could go again and from his hands. She placed the silk belt out in front of her. “Now I believe it’s your turn to take control.” Peter grinned as he took the silk material as she got off him and onto her back, placing her hands in the same position Peter’s had been. Now it was Peter’s turn to tie her up, he made sure they weren’t too tie as he now had the famous Silver Sable tied to the bed and all his to enjoy. He looked down at her slightly sweaty body her breathing deep making her breasts rise and fall as she nearly writhed under him in anticipation. “This is going to be fun,” He said as he captured her lips with his own his hands slowly exploring her mostly nude form. He was going to take these panties off but he might leave the garter and stockings on, she looked pretty hot with them on. “There are more condoms in the drawer,” She told him helping him slip off her panties. “How many?” he asked. She grinned at him, “Enough for the night and into the morning if you’re up for it.” “I do so love a challenge,” He kissed her inner thigh moving up to her glistening pussy. While this was going on, sitting on a chair unseen or unheard by the couple in the room was the Greek Goddess of Love herself fully naked as she had two of her fingers thrusting slowly into her soaking wet pussy. Her large nipples were already hard as she was toying with one of them. She had been enjoying the show as this Silver Sable really knew how to take control and give it in reutrn, she liked her already and the spell didn’t have to do much work. Apparently the woman already had feelings for the man and it only made her take a little extra push to things beyond that kiss earlier today. Aphrodite had been watching her new favorite mortal run around the entire city, he had ignored that red headed friend of his, poor woman most likely had to go home and take care of that urge herself. But this white haired warrior woman had been a pleasant surprise. The only downside had been that damn Seer. She had nearly exposed her, she had felt a mystical eye on her mortal from time to time but now she had a good idea it was this Julia woman. Normally she liked to sit back and enjoy the show but this woman might cause her trouble later on, she would have to be dealt with. A smile grew on her face as she thought of just the way to deal with this woman. Perhaps if she could be brought into this little fun she would be too busy to notice things going on.  Aphrodite had a way to do it as well, all it would take would be to direct a few images to the woman’s mind, it shouldn’t be too hard as the Seer was already keeping tabs on Peter. Oh yes, this was going to be so much fun she smiled to herself as she continued to pleasure herself to the show in front of her. Maybe she could also visit Peter again soon as another ‘dream’ as she was starting to want what these women were getting. Next up Chapter 8: The Oracle Please rememberr to leave a comment if you like it or have any ideas you wish to share. Also could anyone tell me how to post on this damn site without having to put my paragraphs in manually as the site keeps taking out all the spacing.

Chapter 7 - Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7: BONDAGE PRINCESS AND WILD CHILD X23 now known as Laura Logan was having difficulties, all the sex and hormones going all over the mansion was playing havoc with her. She heard the sounds of sex as well and it was getting to her, she hadn’t really had any real sexual feelings until this now and right now she felt like she was going into overdrive. Her heart was hammering in her head and she felt all hot all over. She had gone to her room to relieve herself like how they had taught in the glass. She pulled off her T-shirt and threw it onto a chair and then unclasped her black sports bra. She threw that down too as her small yet nicely shaped breasts were free, her tanned skin felt all warm and she saw her dark nipples were already erect. She gently touched them and had a sharp intake of breath from the sensation. She had never touched herself before but as she slowly ran her hands over her breasts that were over a handful it started to feel good. ‘Why didn’t I ever try this before?’ She wondered. She still remembered that sex course, seeing the older three explain, the live sex demonstrations, having a dick in her mouth and then that boy eating her out. She felt even warmer and she started to quickly unbutton the front of her jeans and pulled them down and stepped out of them. She looked at her dark panties seeing the wet spot on them, she knew she must be turned on, she was ready getting wet. She slipped them off and lay back on her bed as she ran her hands over her slim and yet athletic form. She had grown a bit in the last few years her breasts had grown a bit larger in that time not much but nothing to be ashamed of. She felt her hands run over them and she took in a breath feeling the arousal continue to grow and the small pleasure. She started to rub her hands on the soft mounds enjoying the sensations. Laura took her nipples between her finger and thumb and pinched them, “Ugh!” She felt a stab of pleasure course through her so she did it again, she rolled them hard and stretched them out all the while moaning from it. The pain mixed in with the pleasure and she felt her breathing increase. Laura felt her groin grow hotter and hotter and a need for it to be filled. She snaked one hand down her body sending small shivers down her spin at it and gently rubbed her pussy. Her hips seemed to jerk once on their own as she let out a small moan. She placed a finger inside of her and bit her lower lip as she explored herself. She felt around her small opening testing to see what was more pleasurable or not. It wasn’t long until she had her rind and middle finger inside of her as she was pumping them in and out of her as fast and as hard as she could. She rubbed her clit with her palm as well as she was frantically trying to find an orgasm. She was panting heavily with a little sweat on her, then she suddenly got it. “ARRRGGHH!” She roared out as she came for the second time in her life her hips bucked up in the air her head thrown back as she felt herself close up in her fingers and a warm fluid hitting them. After a moment she slipped her fingers out seeing them wet and covered in something. She sniffed it and gently licked it, she found it wasn’t that bad and cleaned off her fingers. But there was a problem she may have came but she was still horny. In fact she felt more worked up now, she knew that this wouldn’t do it, she needed a partner someone to help her get off. She got up off her bed and put on a robe that Ororo had given her, she didn’t bother with anything underneath she wouldn’t be wearing it long anyway. She walked out and sniffed around, it seemed many of the others were already starting their little ‘project’ and all the sex she was smelling was only making what she was feeling worse. Then she came to a room that had only one person inside of it. Alex was setting up the camera on a tripod aimed at his bed, he had the side panel opened and flipped so he could see what it saw. It looked good and he was doing a test recording and it all worked out fine it seemed. Now he just needed to think of something or more accurately someone, one of the things about living here were all the pretty girls that at one time or another he had always wondered what it would be like to be with and now he had his chance. But what he didn’t expect was X23 busting through the door and slamming it shut behind her. Alex jumped at the noise and turned to her, “What the fuck!? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He stared at her for a moment as she just walked up to him and undid her robe and let it drop. He was frozen there for a moment at the sight of her naked body. Next thing he knew she threw her arms around the back of his neck kissing him deeply and roughly. She was pulling on the bottom on his shirt and lifted it off over his head as she then pushed him back onto his back and pounced on him. She had this predatory look in her eyes as she looked over his exposed chest running her hands over it. He had no idea what had gotten into her but at the moment he was torn between being very aroused and scared. She started to kiss and even bite his chest making small growling noises. Alex wasn’t sure what to do but he had the feeling that she was in control here and it would be best to let her stay that way. X23 was hot all over she ached to much to have a dick in her and to mate. She quickly undid his pants and pulled them off of him roughly and then saw his dick raise up at attention. She licked her lips remembering her first blow job and wanted to try it again. So she crawled over his legs and quickly engulfed his member. Alex let out a gasp as she eagerly went to work. She was really working him too, he reached out and stroked her hair as she gave a small moan/growl but she didn’t seem to mind so he worked his hand into her long hair. He felt her going strong and using her tongue to lick him up as well, it was very aggressive but the animal intensity of it was kind of a turn on. She felt some precum in her mouth and a twitch from her cock told her that he was getting close but she didn’t want him to cum in her mouth. She pulled her head clear and sat up and sat over top of him grabbing his cock in her hand guiding it to her wet pussy. In fact she was dripping wet already from the last orgasm and all of this. “Wait shouldn’t we use a condom?” Alex told her seeing what was happening. “It’s not my time and I want to feel it inside of me,” She told him, she had a very good sense of her periods and wit her nose she could tell when the other girls were too. Although over the years it seemed all the women were pretty much in synch by now. With that she sat down and impaled herself onto his cock. She cried out feeling him go into her, this was her first cock inside of her and the pain/pleasure was great. She took a moment to take it in just moving her hips a little forward and back feeling his dick stretch her out little by little. Laura then grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts and Alex knew where to take it from here. He started to play with them for a bit before she spoke, “Harder.” So he did, he guessed she liked it rough and really started to put some pressure into it, a normal girl would get all bruised up later from it but he suddenly remembered that her healing powers would take care of that. Soon she started to ride him, slowly at first every time she dropped down she grunted with pleasure. Alex soon started to match her thrusting upwards into her and she was surprised by how better it felt. Soon the two had set a very fast and rough pace with each other and both were covering in sweat from the frantic fury of their act, Alex had to hold her hips as they slammed into each other now both of them moaning out, “Oh God! I…I don’t know…how much more…I can take…I’m going to cum soon!” She leaned down pressing up against his chest feeling her hard nipples graze against his flesh as she humped him faster he reached behind her and gripped her tight ass and tried his best to keep up with her. “This is it…I…I’m fucking cumming!” His head bent back as he groaned out while she gripped the bed covers and gave what sounded like a cross between a scream and a roar as her muscles contracted and started milking the cum coming out of him. She felt him release into her, the hot cum hitting her walls and cervix as her orgasm triggered at that. She felt strangely complete at that moment panting from the rough sex they just had. She felt his warm cum inside of her and touched her pussy feeling the mixed juices there and smiled a sated smile. Alex was out of breath as she got off of him and fell to his side panting heavily both of them sweaty and tired. He had to admit she was a wild one in bed although he wasn’t that surprised really. He had just closed his eyes when she spoke again. “We’re going again in 5 minutes.” His eye opened wide at that and he knew once again she was telling him not asking. He stared up at the ceiling just wondering if he could survive this and if he did would he be able to walk after? --In the Den--- Bobby and Jubilee were cuddled up on the couch, after a bit of rest they had both put away the toys and decided to enjoy the day. That and the huge smiles they both wore were an indication that both of them were still thinking about what they had just done. Bobby still couldn’t believe it, it had been something to remember that was for sure. He never knew his girlfriend had such a kinky side to her and the fact he enjoyed it he guessed he did too. He already had this fantasy of her dressed up as Wonder Woman but tied up on the bed. Just thinking of her like that kind of gave him a hard on. Well that and her kissing and nibbling his neck also. Then they weren’t alone as Amara walked in looking for a book to read. He looked at the girl, she was slim, nice legs a great ass and a very exotic look. Sure he had always fantasized about her and he had felt a bit guilty about that when he was with Jubilee. Of course the fantasies she stared in were pretty much most of his nowadays. Jubilee noticed that he seemed a bit lost in thought and noticed he was looking at something or someone as she turned her head. She wondered why he was looking at Amara and then it clicked. He must find her attractive well he had to admit Amara was a pretty girl but she never figured she was Bobby’s type. She leaned in closer to his ear, “See someone you like or would like?” She whispered playfully. “What?” He asked shocked. She knew he was going to deny it despite his childish nature at times he really was a sweet boyfriend, “Bobby remember what he talked about?” He nodded with a sigh, they promised to share in each other’s fantasies and he knew that if they were going to have a very open and honest relationship they needed to. He looked at Amara and then to Jubilee, “Well…see I’ve always had this thing I’ve wanted to try called if my ‘Fire and Ice’ Fantasy.” He admitted. She listened in on it as Amara left the room and she had to admit she never thought Bobby into the that kind of thing. “Well we did promise to explore each others fantasies so if she goes for it then okay but under one condition.” Bobby wasn’t sure but he guessed that this was going to be a week he would remember forever at this rate, “And that is?” “I get to watch.” Amara was in the library thinking on that class. She just couldn’t get it out of her mind, she was supposed to be a princess born to be noble and uphold certain status. So then why had she just so willingly went to her knees and went to work on Alex’s prick like some back alley wore? But the thing was she had liked it, and she even loved it when he went down on her. That night while in the shower she could only think on his tongue working her, she had masturbated herself in the shower thinking of that and other thoughts like what it would have been like to have been fucked by him as well. Then other boys got into her mind as well. It hadn’t been until the water got cold that she had stopped and gotten out. Now she was wondering just what was going on with not only her but everyone. It just seemed like ever since that class everyone’s inhibitions had been turned off and the truth was she felt a kind of freedom she hadn’t before. All her life she had been raised in a strict environment and it just felt so liberating to suddenly just put that all aside. “Hey Amara?” She looked to see bobby standing there looking like a little lost. “I uh…don’t know how to ask this but…well…I had this idea for the project I wanted to do.” “So why are you coming to me?” She wondered, “I mean what about Jubilee?” “Well we kind of did that already but truthfully…I…I always had kind of a thing for you and I was wondering if you wanted to try out this little…Fantasy I’ve always had of you.” Amara didn’t know what to say, her heart was racing a bit sure Bobby was cute but she had never really thought of doing it with him. Well okay maybe a few times but then she thought of his girlfriend, “What about Jubilee?” “She actually wants to…Watch…” He said blushing a bit. That caused her cheeks to go red as well and her heart rate picked up. Sure in her homeland same sex relationships or even bisexual ones were open so she had no problem with a woman being involved but this was his girlfriend. It seemed kind of weird…But it also made her feel kind of hot to know that she would be watching her boyfriend fuck her. “W-well…What did you have in mind?” She gulped. They were in Bobby’s room later on as Bobby was getting things ready. Amara’s heart rate was going up as Jubilee set up a camera. She couldn’t believe this was happening but it was just so incredible. Before they started they asked if she was on anything and she had a morning after pills in her room. Amara sat down on Bobby’s bed as he was in the closet. “So…What do you want me to do?” “Well…You’ll have to strip down I mean I can’t take your clothing off otherwise.” Bobby pulled out a box with a few things that he could use. After that first class he had gotten this stuff ready for Jubilee but given that Amara was doing this made it better. “Cool I think I’ll work the camera,” Jubilee said smiling holding it, “Get some nice action shots.” Amara watched as the others started to take their clothing off. So she took a breath and started by pulling off her top. She reached behind her and unfastened her white lace bra and let it fold. Bobby noticed that she had a slightly better breasts then Jubilee they were a bit fuller and her nipples were darker although smaller. He saw her zip down her fly and get out of her pants and soon her matching panties. She really did have a nice small compact body as he also saw that she shaved the hair off her pussy as well. “Okay that’s done.” She said and Bobby nodded. “Okay lay down,” She did and she watched as he took out small lengths of rope and start to bind her wrists up against the headboard he also placed in pieces of cloth over her skin so the robe couldn’t burn or chafe her skin. She still couldn’t believe this but she always had to be the one in control having someone just totally dominate her seemed to be turning her on as she felt her pussy started to get wet at this. She saw Jubilee also naked walking around the bed getting good shots. “Okay then now for the final part,” Bobby told her as he finished with her legs so that she was spread eagle on the bed. He placed on a sleeping mask over her eyes so she was blind, “This makes it more interesting.” She couldn’t see a thing it was all black and all she could do was hear Jubilee walking and Bobby doing something. She hear something pop open and then she jumped as she felt some type of liquid hit her chest. “What is that?!” She noticed that the liquid was very warm. “Just a little some liquid heat for you, just lay back and enjoy Amara,” Bobby said gently. Then she felt his hands on her chest rubbing in the liquid slowly and sensually onto her skin. She started to breath a bit harder as the warm of the liquid seemed to be very pleasant to her. His hands started to cover her breasts massaging the liquid onto them as he slowly worked them. She moaned out feeling his hands there and then his thumbs began working the nipples rolling over them. After about five minutes of this and a few other does of the liquid he moved to her stomach and made slow circles with his hands and a few minutes after that he was at her cunt. As soon as he pour the liquid onto her pussy she cried out. “Oh gods! Oh Bobby! AHHH!” “I think she likes it Bobby,” Jubilee snickered as she caught it all on camera. And damn she was getting wet from this. She had started to finger herself as she watch Bobby work and wondered if later he would do the same to her. Amara really seemed to be enjoying herself. Bobby rubbed it into her thighs and pussy hearing Amara whimper and moan in pleasure as she tried to move but couldn’t. Then he slipped in two of his fingers into her and then she really started to squirm as her hips tried to buck and get him to go deeper. He just explored her inner depths getting a feel for them. “Oh please Bobby I want to cum so badly,” She pleaded with him. Her arousal had just been growing and growing the entire time and she was aching for a release. Bobby saw that she was soaking wet now. He pulled out his fingers and she moaned in protest wanting to get off. Then he started to rub her pussy, “Not yet first the fire…then the ice…” She wasn’t sure what he meant then she felt his weight shift on the bed and felt his body next to hers. Then all of a sudden she felt a cold breeze like winter hit one of her nipples. She cried out in shock mainly as she jumped at the sudden change from hot to cold. Then she realized what he meant he was going to use his ice powers on her. She was right, she felt him take the breast with frost on it and started to suck and lick it. His other hand went up to her other one and again she jumped, “Bobby that’s cold!” His entire hand was cold it wasn’t ice but he must have lowered his body temperature. She didn’t get an answer as his cold hand worked on her warm flesh. The alternating between hot and cold was both torturous and took her to a level of bliss she hadn’t known. Then his final hand the one at her pussy suddenly became really cold and she screamed out as she orgasmed from the shock of it. Bobby’s hand was actually covered in her cum from her squirting her juices out of her. He stopped and looked at his hand some of the liquids were nearly freezing on his hand. He noticed Jubilee was now in a chair with three fingers in her and her pussy dripping wet she was also panting heavily. He wondered if she came yet herself. He took this hand with her juices on it to the panting Amara and traced around her lips. Amara felt it not knowing what it was and opened her mouth. Then she felt something slip in and she guessed they were fingers but covered in something. She just sucked them for the cool liquid to help her slightly parched throat. “Thirsty?” Bobby asked as she finished and she nodded her head too tires to talk at the moment. Bobby got grin on his face. He turned to Jubilee, “Hey Jubes set that up on a tripod I’m going to need your help to give her something to drink.” He winked at her and she knew what he meant. It didn’t take long to set up the camera. Amara had no idea what was going on now but she felt Bobby now between her legs and knew he was going to take her now. She felt him at her entrance and he gently started to push his dick inside of her. “Ohhhh yesssss, that feels so good Bobby.” “Oh God she’s as tight as you are Jubes,” Bobby moaned out pushing himself inside of her and then felt her barrier. He held her hips as he allowed her to take a breath before pushing in. She whimpered but it wasn’t that bad in fact after that it started to feel good again. “Oh God this feels so good!” He shouted out rocking back and forth while rubbing his hands over her legs. “Ohhh Bobbby please don’t stop, whatever you do don’t stop.” Amara pegged for him feeling him fuck her was a very nice. Then she felt someone over her face and slowly felt something against her face, it was flesh and she could feel a wetness around it as it settled on her mouth. “Go on Mara drink up,” Jubilee said as she was on her face. Amara realized what was going on but she started to lick the folds tasking the juices there. Lapping it up and drinking the fluids. As she felt Bobby’s dick fucking her cunt as she ate out Jubilee’s pussy. Her tongue licking and moving around exploring her inside of the other girl. “Oh damn she’s almost as good at you Bobby!” Jubilee squealed out as Amara’s warm tongue entered her and teased her. She placed her hands on Amara’s breasts playing with them. This caused more moaning from Amara that only furthered the pleasure she got from her eating her out. “Okay I think it’s time for the finally,” Bobby said and with that concentrated. Suddenly Amara screamed out and her hips were jerking like crazy as a muffled cry of ‘that’s cold’ came out. “Bobby…What…Ugh, what are you, oh shit…doing to her?” Jubilee said through her gasps. Bobby pulled out far enough and her eyes widened at his dick it was completely iced up. ‘Oh shit Amara must be going nuts with that inside of her.’ She thought as Bobby slammed it back into her and the Nova Roma woman screamed out again only it wasn’t in pain. ‘OH-GODS-OH-GODS-OH-GODS-OH-GODS! ARRRGGHH! SHIT! FUCK! OH DAMN IT BOBBY!’ She cried out in her mind feeling the icey prick inside of her. ‘Ugh! Ah! Oh Fuck! AHHHH! I can’t take this! It’s too much! Oh by the Gods let him cum soon!’ Although a part of Amara was getting off like nothing before the sensation was one she knew she couldn’t get with anyone but Bobby. Bobby wasn’t far off he was only iced up when he knew he was close, “Ugh! Oh yeah! That’s right princess, who’s the man, who’s the fucking man! Ugh-ugh-fuck-get-fucking-ready-Amara! Cause-ugh-here-I-fucking-CUM!” With that he slammed himself into her and she felt the icy spray of his cum hit her and she screamed out as she climaxed so much she was leaking sperm and her own fluids getting Bobby’s crotch all covered. The final scream was all it took to get Jubilee off as she came onto top of Amara and the princess greedily ate up the fluids. After that Bobby de-iced himself and pulled out as they untied her together and took off her blindfold. Amara was completely and utterly spent but had on a smile on her face of nearly pure bliss. The couple lay down to both sides. Bobby to her right and Jubilee to her left as the two cuddled up to her with her in the center. “By all the gods…That…That was so…” She tried to search for the words but couldn’t find it. “Wow that was fun Bobby, although do you think next time you can tie me up?” Jubilee asked him her head on Amara’s shoulder her hand idly stroking the other woman’s stomach. “Sure thing,” Bobby smiled at her from across Amara’s heaving chest. “Although not now, I’m kind of spent.” “Yeah I think we all are…what say we take a nap and then talk about it later?” Jubilee then noticed that Amara was already fast asleep and smiled. “Looks like she’s already out.” Soon the other two were fast asleep all three cuddled up against each other Amara’s pussy still leaking out liquids of Bobby’s sperm melting inside of her body. CHAPTER 8: EXTRA LESSONS  

Chapter 11 - Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11: DEEPER FRIENDSHIPS ----Tabitha and Amara’s Room---- Amara was in the shower having a nice long relaxing moment. After all the sex this day she needed it, after that very intense moment with Bobby and Jubilee she had rested up and went one more round with Bobby when Jubilee was out. She had to admit Bobby was very good and she would have to tell Jubilee she was a lucky girl. Then there had been a little fun by the pool and another time with Ray in his room. It was an active day to say the least and she was looking forward to tomorrow. Her hands moved over her slim tanned skinned body feeling it. She was still a little on the short side but she had grown a bit like all the other girls, her breasts a bit fuller and her body more toned from the years of exercise and training. She smiled feeling her neck where she knew there was a love bite there, not to mention one on her left breast and on one as cheek. She looked down to her pussy and it was slightly red and ached a bit but not too bad. She finished up and dried herself off wrapping her long hair up into one and had another wrapped around her body. She reached the door knob when she could hear something. She listened in and it sounded like moaning. That got her curious and so Amara opened the door a bit and looked inside. She saw Tabitha on her bed in her wife beater top and loose cotton pants, she had a video camera and was looking at the picture window as something was playing. Amara noticed that the blond had her hand down the front of her pants and knew that Tabitha was masturbating to something. Tabitha was watching one of the ‘movies’ she made that day. She was watching as both Ray and Roberto were fucking her, at the moment she was on her hands and knees her mouth stuffed with Ray’s prick while Roberto was hammering into her ass with his. On it Tabitha could see the sweat and the drool on her mouth as Ray grabbed her head and was humping her face. Tabitha had just been watching it but the dam thing was making her all hot. She figured that she would be done by the time Amara got out of the shower and to be fair there was no way she would be able to sleep now unless she got rid of the pressure. So while her friend was in the shower she was looking at the start of her little film of her being taken by Ray and Roberto. Her fingers dug in deep inside of her as her breathing was hard and ragged as she felt her body warm. Her nipples were rough against her shirt and her fingers were all wet with her juices. “Oh god,” She whispered out, sure she was getting her rocks off but masturbation and sex were two different things. It wasn’t as good by herself then with a partner but she didn’t have much choice. Amara just smiled seeing her as she wondered what to do at this moment. She got a grin on her face as an idea came to her mind, “Having fun?” “Shit!” Tabitha jumped taking her hand out of her pants and nearly dropping the camera. “Fuck Amara you nearly scared me shitless.” Amara had to laugh, her expression was priceless. “Sorry couldn’t resist.” She looked at the screen and she was surprised to see both Ray and Roberto on there, banging away at a screaming Tabby, only she wasn’t screaming in pain. “Wow…I never thought of trying that…” Tabitha just grinned, “Yeah well I wanted to show I can do this. Although I feel a bit embarrassed you finding me getting my rocks off.” Amara just shrugged, “It’s not the first time I accidentally caught someone.” That got the blonde’s attention, “Really you did you walk in on?” Amara saw down on her bed, “It wasn’t here it was back home.” She explained and then looked as Tabitha was urging her to go on, sure she hadn’t gotten off but maybe this would help take her mind off things. “Well…Okay it all started back just before I left home…” -Flashback- Young Amara was in her usual royal robes as she walked through the city. She was on her way to the baths to wash up before heading back to the palace. The streets of her home were stone and all the buildings were done in the old Roman tradition of her people. She was crossing the main market place where many had their shops set up. It was pretty normal day only when there was a major event happening. It was a bit warmer than usual in the jungle climate so she needed to clean off all the sweat that had gathered. She walked into the very large building that was the public baths. Inside it was all marble and delicate patterns carved into the pillars as well as paintings on the walls and ceilings. She moved to the woman’s changing room nodding to a few of the nobles and others that acknowledged her presence after she paid the cover charge. It wasn’t much since it was public and open to everyone. Now even thought at first woman would use in from morning to noon and then the men for the rest of the day things had changed. There were always woman and men trying to have sex while there together and for over a century and even back in the old Empire the Emperors tired to stop that. But eventually her kingdom kind of gave up on trying. Now the ‘proper’ men and woman still used those times but the majority liked to just lounge around or use the exercise rooms. Of course there were also more ‘intimate’ rooms added for those that wanted to have sex. Since not everyone liked to see a couple go at it in public they was a silent understanding that they would do it away from everyone and not disrupt things. After Amara took off her clothing and let her hair down she walked through the heated rooms feeling the warm air caress her young naked flesh. She went for a swim and for a time was in the heated water just feeling it work into her body. She always loved the heat but never knew why, this was of course before her powers manifested. She was only fifteen although she showed no problem with being among naked men and woman of all ages. Some where her own age, some were kids, others full adults or even a few of the more elderly that liked to soak their bones. She also had to spend some time talking to the senators and nobles there and their families when they approached her. It was her royal duty of course. But then while walking she noticed one of the doors in the corridors were open, she didn’t think much of it until the she heard the soft moaning coming from behind it. Amara just figured two people were just careless and thought to just turn around. But the moaning did catch her curiosity so she took a quick look around and silently looked through the crack. Her eyes widened at the sight, there were two adult women in there both naked, one of them was against the marble wall as the other was kissing and fondling her lover. Now same sex relationships were nothing new in Nova Roma but this was the first time she saw sex in any form. Both women had the usual tanned skin and dark hair of her people. Only one turned away from her had long legs and a tight ass as the other gripped that ass. Both moved against the other and as one went to capture the other’s breast Amara saw that the one against the wall had a pretty decent size too with large dark nipples it seemed. Amara watched as the two woman in their act. She knew that she shouldn’t watch but the growing wetness in her groin and secretly watching this was turning her on. Amara slipped one of her hands to her pussy and started to stroke her opening, she bit back a whimper as she watched on. Soon the girl in front was on her knees eating out the other girl while she gripped her lover’s head. Just then she opened her eyes and saw Amara there. The Princess froze wondering what to do now, if this got out it would be really embarrassing to her and her status. But then to her surprise the woman just smiled as her and leaned her head back and went back to moaning out the name of her lover. Amara was shocked but she guessed being watched was a turn on for the woman. Amara pumped her fingers back into her using the other hand to steady herself as she panted out. She matched her thrusts with that of the woman’s hips jerking to her lover’s face. When the woman came Amara leaned her head on the wall and did her best to stifle the moan of her own orgasm. She stood there panting as she hear the woman start up again, most likely it was the other woman’s turn. But Amara had enough and walked back to the pool area to wash up, she just hoped no one noticed the slight trail of liquids from her pussy starting to go down one of her thighs. -Present- Tabitha was speechless for a moment after hearing this tale. “God damn girl…That was hot, and you or those two were never caught?” Amara smiled at the memory and shook her head, “No, I saw the other woman now and then but I never saw the face of the other one. Plus since she only saw a bit of my face in the doorway she didn’t know it was me.” “Man I’ve got to check that place out next time you visit home,” Tabitha said although the story didn’t do well to stop her from feeling horny, hell she was worst than ever. Then she noticed something from Amara, her legs were a bit open and she could see her pussy a bit and a little wetness there. She smirked at her friend, “Looks like that story got you all hot too,” she pointed and Amara blushed a bit. She had felt herself getting wet but had hoped that she didn’t notice it. “Say…Have you ever, you know…been with another girl?” “Not really…I have thought about it but well…” The princess trailed off. Tabitha got a look on her face, she had been doing a lot of experimenting lately and right now she had one thing she hadn’t tried yet. Plus she wanted to get an A on this project as well. “Amara we’re pretty close right? I mean you’re my best friend and I really trust you.” “Well I trust you as well and I feel the same,” Amara wondered where this was going honestly. Tabitha walked over to her, she had to admit that Amara did have this exotic beauty to her and she was wondering what it would be like with another girl. “Just so you know that I’ve been thinking about trying it out…And…Well I want my first time with another girl to be with someone I trust and know.” “Are you asking what I think you’re asking?” “…Yeah is that a problem?” Tabitha asked hoping it wasn’t. Amara smiled since this blond was her best friend, she was honoured that Tabitha trusted her this much. Amara took off the towel around her head letting her hair fall down. She placed her hands on either side of Tabitha’s head kissing her softly and gently. Tabitha kissed her back running one hand up the girl’s thigh. Soon both girls have Tabitha’s clothing scattered over the floor as Amara’s towel. Amara was on her back as she looked over to smile at the camera that was taping. Tabitha was exploring the smaller girl’s body with her hands and lips. Amara’s breathing was a bit more laboured with Tabitha’s hands roaming over her skin, feeling her hands take her breasts. Tabitha never knew it could feel like this, her skin was so soft and smooth. She licked over one of her small dark tipped nipples on her tanned skin. With the other hand she pinched and rolled the other. Feeling her squirm under her was nice as her own breasts ran over the girl’s stomach. Eventually she moved down to her neatly trimmed pussy. She used her thumbs to pull open the red swollen lips, like herself she had a workout this morning with all the sex so her pussy would be very sensitive like hers was. Tabitha slowly licked around the pink flesh causing the other girl to jump a bit. “Oh yes…please more…” Amara moaned out softly. She felt Tabitha’s tongue start to dart in and out of her, she gripped the edges of the cover as her back arched out. Tabitha heard the girl start to moan and so she sucked on her clit, it really got a reaction as Amara cried out. “More, I need more!” The blond grinned so as she was sucking on the clit, biting it gently and teasing it she put two of her fingers inside or Amara’s vagina. Amara moved her hips with Tabby’s fingers as she started to finger fuck her. She was warm all over and was feeling the pressure build up in her belly. “Oh Tabby, oh gods I think…I think I’m close…” She threw her head back and started to say something in Latin, Tabby didn’t catch it but when her pussy gripped her fingers hard and the juices started to flow she knew that the other girl had climaxed. She pulled her fingers out tasting the juices there as Amara tried to catch her breath. She stood up to look down at the panting girl looking at her body, as her breasts heaved with each breath. She couldn’t wait for her turn. She didn’t have to wait long as soon it was now Amara pleasuring her. At the moment Tabby had her legs over her bed as Amara was using two of her fingers to please the blond. Tabitha was breathing a little harder now, it wasn’t as good as a dick but it was still good. “I need more Mara.” The princess nodded and added a third finger causing the blond the moan out. Amara searched for the g-spot and Tabitha started to thrust her hips out against her but still she asked for more. By now Amara had all four fingers inside of her and it was amazing how much Tabitha could be stretched out. Tabitha moaned in pleasure and it was great. Then an idea came to her head, Amara had small hands and a slender wrist and while for this class she looked up a few sexual things. There was one thing she wanted to try, “Hey Amara…you ever heard of…Fisting?” “What?” The other girl asked stopping not sure what she meant. “Basically you put your entire hand up in there.” “That’s nuts! You can’t possibly fit it up there!” The girl withdrew her fingers, there was no way plus it would hurt like hell wouldn’t it? “Mara a woman can squeeze out a small body of a baby through that, trust me you can do this just be careful and go nice and slow okay?” “You’re nuts you know that?” She looked down at her, “Just do it, if it’s too much I’ll tell you to stop okay?” Amara took a moment and shrugged she had no idea how to do this so she got all her fingers together and tried to move her hand into the smallest position she could get it in. She started to put them all into Tabitha’s vagina and slowly pushed in. “Urgh!” Tabby grunted feeling her self being stretched more then ever. She was taking large breaths and gripped the edges of the bed really tightly. “Oh fuck! God damn it!” “Okay if this is hurting them I’ll pull out,” Amara told her. “No! I can do this…Just…keep going like that…” She said through gritted teeth. She felt Amara’s hand slowly going in. It was unlike anything it hurt like hell but she had never been so full in her life. She grunted and cried out with every movement Amara made as sweat started to show up on her brow. “Ahhh! Fuck! God! Uuurrghh!” By now Tabby could feel Amara slip her hand all the way in right up to the wrist and her fingers against her cervix. “OH SHIT! FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!” Tabitha then gripped Amara’s wrist and slowly jerked her hips, she nearly cam right there and then. She started to jerk her hips against her hand and already she could tell it wouldn’t take much to get her off, hell it almost felt like she might get split in two with this. Amara for her part couldn’t believe that she had done this, or now Tabitha felt inside it was all soft, warm and wet in there. Then she got the idea of maybe heating herself up a bit, she slightly turned up her body heat and Tabitha was grunting loudly felt the sudden warmth. “OH FUCK! AAARRGGHHHH!” She screamed out throwing her sweat slicked head back her back arching as he breasts giggled from the movements. She fell on her back as Amara felt the girl cum hard. She slowly and gently slid her hand out of her friend hearing a few whimpers from Tabitha and hoped she didn’t hurt her. Her entire hand was all drenched. So she just used the towel to clean it off, “Are you okay?” “Un…Fucking…believable…” Tabitha sighed her pussy had this throbbing in it that didn’t stop but boy she didn’t mind. That was mind blowing orgasm she had at the moment and so all was good with her. Amara laid on the bed with her cuddling the blond, Tabitha didn’t mind and held her too. “You’re nuts you know that?” She said to the blond. Tabby just smiled back at her, “Hey it took you this long to figure that out?” ----Kitty and Dani’s Room---- Danielle was changing as well although at the moment she was just in black panties and a bra, she reached into her dresser for a long shirt to put on her. Kitty was at the vanity mirror letting her hair down low while she was in her usual pink pyjamas. “So how was your day?” She asked her roommate and close friend from her seat. “Very…Stimulating,” The Native American girl giggled at the joke and Kitty joined in. “Oh I know what you mean,” Kitty sighed and stretched out, “God first Kurt, then Scott and Jean and then Kurt with Amanda.” That got the other girl’s attention, “Wait…two three ways?” Kitty nodded her head she had to admit she never once thought herself capable of such a thing but it had been amazing. “And did you…you know…with Jean or Amanda?” Dani hadn’t tried another girl yet so far it had just been the boys this day. Although she was surprised by Kitty’s actions. She never thought of Kitty as being the kind of girl for that type of thing. Hell who was she to judge? She played that little game with Sam and got off on being tied up and ‘forced’ to have sex. Dani always got turned on by the thought of being bound and helpless but she had never said such things. She had been afraid she would be seen as freaky or something. But with everyone opening up to their sexual desires she finally managed to get off on it. Truth was she was really liking this, she felt a sense of freedom not since she was rescued by Kitty and Kurt. Although she hadn’t seen Kitty as the type to have sex in a three way, no one knew Dani’s desires either. She guessed it just goes to show that you never really know a person sometimes. “With both actually,” Kitty blushed a bit at that, “And at first it was strange…But it got kind of…Nice.” Dani sat on her bed thinking about that, she had been curious but never had the guts to go through with it. “How so?” Now the Native American girl was all ears as she listened in to Kitty. Kitty had to smile at the memory, it had been an eventual day to say the least. She went on in very intimate detail as how Scott felt inside of her and how it was to eat another girl out. To have another woman’s hands on her body and the things she did with them. She was getting a little worked up as she went along though. By the time she got to describing how she and Amanda were face to face Kurt was fucking both of them with his dick and his tail. “He used his tail!? I…I never thought of that…” Dani was surprised by that and the image of her on a bed with her hands bound behind her back bent face down with her ass raised up. Then with Kurt behind her gripping her hips as he thrust in and out of her ass as his tail snaked up into her was making her wet. She tried to push the image aside but it was very nice image and wondered if she could ask Amanda to borrow Kurt for tomorrow. She felt a tingle in her loins at just the thought of it. “Oh yeah he did,” Kitty giggled, “And let me tell you, it may not be that thick but god is it long. I mean he went to places I didn’t know existed.” Both girls fell into a fit of laughter at that. Dani was silent a moment after that, all of this had gotten her really turned on she could feel her panties all wet with excitement. Unfortunately all the boys would most likely be sleeping or busy. But then she looked at Kitty, she was the closest friend she had and a thought struck her. Maybe Kitty could help her with this, after all she trusted no one more then her. “Hey Kitty…Uh…I don’t know how to ask this…” Kitty smiled as she looked at her shy expression, she had an idea. “Let me guess…You got a little turned on and now you don’t know how to get rid of it?” “Kind of…” Kitty walked over to her and sat down on her bed facing the other girl, “So…Do you trust me?” Dani nodded her head and Kitty gently stroked the side of her face. She slowly leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips lightly. It took a moment for Moonstar to get used to the idea of kissing another woman when she started to kiss her back. Soon Dani got into it and reached down to touch Kitty’s breast through her pink top. The other girl moaned into her mouth as Kitty ran her hands up the other girl’s thighs. She had to admit Kitty’s hands felt nice there on her cotton pants. Kitty slowly ran on hand to cup the mound of the other girl’s crotch. Moonstar pulled away and gasped feeling Kitty’s fingers on her lower lips as she slowly moved two fingers over them. “Oh that feels nice.” “I’m like glad you think so,” Kitty giggled as she touched her shirt. “But lets get a bit more ready.” Then Kitty phased her top off and Danielle watched in fascination as Kitty did the same to her bra releasing her pale mounds with the small light pink tips on them. She decided to take the first step this time and leaned down to lick one of them. She heard Kitty give a small sound that sounds like a ‘mew’ in a way. Then she started to suck on it turning it into a moan. She reached with her hand to cup the other one as well. Kitty had a shiver run through her spine at this. She wasn’t bad but Kitty wanted to see the other girl naked now, besides she could feel the wet spot on Dani at the moment with her fingers. With one hand on Dani’s head running it through her dark hair, she moved the other hand to the girl’s top. There was a disappointing moan from her as she removed her fingers from her sex but Kitty had to phase off the other girl’s top. When she was finished Danielle Moonstar was totally topless as her larger breasts were shown. Kitty had seen the other girl naked before all this, when you share a bathroom and the showers down in the lower levels or at gym at school you can’t help but notice. But this time it was different, this time she was going to touch that tanned skin. As Kitty started to caressed the other girl’s breasts Dani started to trail her kissed up to Kitty’s neck. Kitty moved her head to give the girl more room. Soon Kitty was sitting on the other girl’s lap as they kissed and caressed each other’s skin. It was very slow and sensual experience, for Danielle it was certainly something new, she liked it a bit rougher but this was very nice and prolonged the pleasure. Dani laid on her back as Kitty kissed her way down the girl’s body, taking a few moments at her breasts to make sure the nipples were nice and hard and to make sure she was very pleasured. Danielle felt like her body was on fire, she wanted it so badly as Kitty made her way to her pants and slid them off. Kitty took her pants and panties off at once to save time and looked at the naked Native American girl there breathing hard on the bed. “Hey I got something we totally have to try.” She grinned. Danielle wondered what she had in store and watched at Kitty went to her night stand. She pulled down her bottoms and panties and Danielle got a good look at Kitty’s backside. Her long slim legs and her nice tight ass. She had to admit she wouldn’t mind a slender and tighter ass like that. Kitty came back to the bed with what looked like a double headed dildo, “I got this from Jean since she and Scott made sure there were…uh…other ‘supplies’ for all of us to try out.” She sat on the bed facing her friend and looked at her, “I was saving this for maybe Amanda but I think I’d like, prefer to try it out with a good friend first.” Danielle smiled at that as she watched Kitty starting to lick it up to prepare it. She leaned over and took the other end and soon both girls were doing ‘blow jobs’ on each end. After it was finished both of them sat facing each other with their hips close to the other. Kitty placed in hers first gently and when it was fully inside of her and resting against her cervix she stopped. “Okay you’re turn.” She nodded and moved forward taking hold of the dildo to place it inside of her. It wasn’t like a real cock, there was no heat off of it and harder then a real one but it would do. She moved until her pussy was right up against Kitty’s. Both of their legs crisscrossed the other as they found a nice position, Dani rubbed around and both girls felt pleasure as their clits found each other’s. “Oh yeah I think that’s the spot,” Dani moaned out lightly as she moved her hips to rub them together more and feeling the dildo inside of her move her inner walls around too. Kitty moaned as she moved her hips with her feeling the large dildo in her move. It took a bit but both girls found a rhythm as both started to grind their hips. Then they started to thrust against each other both of them feeling the dildo hit against their cervix and by now both were thrusting their hips harder and faster. Both of them had a light work up of sweat on their skin, for Dani her skin seemed to shine in the lighting as Kitty more glowed. Kitty watched as Dani laid her head back moaning out as she gripped the bed sheets, her larger breasts with the dark tips moving with every thrust. Kitty was a bit envious of how well Dani was developing. Sure Kitty was one size bigger then when she used to be but still felt a little too small compared to all the other girls. “Oh god Kitty…don’t stop…please don’t stop…” The darker skinned girl panted out. “Only…if you don’t…ohhhhh…I don’t know…how much more…I can take…” Kitty whimpered as she kept on going. “Oh god I think…I think I’m going…to cum soon!” Dani wanted to cum with her so she used one hand and stared to rub her own clit, feeling the extra jolt of pleasure run through her body. “Oh god, oh god, oh…GOOOODDDDD!” Danielle cried out thrust one last time as hard as she could onto the dildo. Kitty squealed out feeling the dildo on her end slam into her and it was her final push she needed as her inner walls gripped the plastic device as her body orgasmed. Both girls just well onto their backs panting and trying to enjoy the rush that came with an orgasm. “Oh god that was nice,” Dani said as she gently pulled the dildo out of her. She helped Kitty with her end and just cuddled up next to her roommate and friend. She felt her soft skin against her and the warm and sweat on it too. Her hand went to one of Kitty’s breasts gently stroking it. “Mmmmhhh, that feels nice,” The other girl said smiling and looked over and kissed her on the mouth. Both girls tasted each other’s lips as they slowly kissed. “Well how was your first experience with another girl?” Dani smiled as she snuggled up against Kitty, “Not bad, thanks for this too.” Kitty smiled and ran her hand over Dani’s back gently as the two spent the night in the bed together. It certainly put a new spin on things with their friendship that was for sure. But maybe this would make them closer friends in the long run as well. NEXT UP CHAPTER 12: DATE NIGHT Rogue goes on her date with Gambit as well a little more action as well. Remember to REVIEW people, PLEASE I need more of them to know that people are actually reading this and want me to go on.

Chapter 12 - Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12: DATE NIGHT Rogue was getting ready for her night out, that little rump with Scott had just been what she needed to feel relaxed. Now before she dressed she was wondering how far to go with Gambit, she did want to go all the way but then again she didn’t want to seem like a slut. ‘A little late for that, you were the one that took him into an alley and sucked his cock,’ She reminded herself. So with that she knew what Gambit would be expecting but in all honestly she had always wondered what a night with him would have been like. Now that she could finally touch she wanted to experience that. Thanks to Jean and Scott she was now realizing just how good sex was and how being sexual was really nice. So she just forget about worrying what he may think, if they wanted to take it all the way by the end of the date then so be it, but she was going to be prepared. She looked through her stuff looking at the more sexy stuff she recently bought to help make her feel sexier when with a guy. She found a nice deep green thong that helped to show off her ass nicely, then a garter belt and put on long stockings that were hooked onto to it. She also got this bra that has small straps and slightly see-through material. It also lifted her breasts and pushed them together a bit for added cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror she was still surprised in how…well…sexy she looked. She never thought of herself in this way before and it was really nice. She put on a long grey skirt with a slit on it and put on black blouse that had a v-neck line on it so it showed off her cleavage. She looked at herself wondering if she should do more, so she put on a few rings, gold ear rings, and a small chocker around her neck. She wanted to make a lasting impression and so Rogue hoped this would definitely leave him with one. Rogue noticed the time and picked up her purse as she left her room. She was in heeled boots that went up to her knees and passed Jean on the way out. Jean looked surprised at Rogue’s appearance, “Wow, Rogue what’s the occasion?” “Just…A date with a guy,” She said with a shrug. “Why? How do ah look?” Jean looked her up and down, “Like a walking human heart attack,” She smiled at her and Rogue gave a small smile. “Well whoever it is, defiantly is a lucky man tonight.” “Thanks,” Rogue blushed at the compliment and brushed some of her hair out of the face. Jean was glad that Rogue was coming out of her shell she was a beautiful woman and it was time she embraced that idea. In fact Jean was glad about this too, for too long Rogue had been so depressed and sad in her life it was time for the goth to start living it. “Well I wish you a great time, I’m going to Scott’s room…I just hope you left me something to play with.” Rogue flushed at that, “O-oh, s-sorry…Ah was just…well…Ah needed a guy and well ah know Scott can get the job done and all…you’re not mad are ya?” Jean smiled at her and stroked her shoulder gently, “Of course not. Scott and I came to an understanding about this when we started. We can sleep with others but in the end our hearts belong to each other, we love and trust each other.” Rogue had to admit she wouldn’t mind having what Jean and Scott had. Sure she could have Scott physically but never his heart. That was only for Jean and Jean alone, ‘Well maybe it’s time ah went and found someone like that…Ah got no excuses now…’ ‘You’re right you don’t,’ Jean sent her, “Don’t worry and have a great time.” Jean leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and Rogue smiled a little. It was nice to have others show affection to her for once and Jean was becoming very close to her. Strange she once didn’t like her much but after all of this she felt a closer bond of friendship with the red head. “Thanks, don’t wait up,” She smiled back at Jean as she left for the front door. She walked to the front door and left the mansion, it was already dark out as she made her way past the fountain and to the main gates. Rogue walked through them and waited, she just hoped that Gambit didn’t either stand her up or was late. Either way she could kick his Cajun ass for either after all the work she did on herself. A few minutes later a roar of a motor cycle was hears. She looked over and saw one coming up to the mansion when it stopped the rider had that familiar brown duster and even before he pulled off the helmet she knew who it was. She smiled seeing Remy there with the helmet pulled off looking her up and down, “You really went all out chere, Remy thinkin’ dat he one lucky man tonight to have such a lovely lady.” ‘Play your cards right and you’ll get ‘lucky’ tonight alright,’ She thought to herself with a smile. “So where are ya takin’ meh?” “Well Gambit thought a nice dinner, followed by dis nice club for some dancin’.” He gave her that grin of his that was one part flirting and one part cocky. “Sounds nice,” She said and it did sound nice. So she hopped up onto his bike and gripped her arms around him as they rode of. It was a nice night and the feel of the wind on her was nice. She was wondering where he was going to take her and they came up to a nice looking restaurant. It was a nice place, not too up class like you would need a reservation. Rogue stepped off the bike and looked at the place and she was impressed with his style. The place had wood paneling and a serving girl took them to a nice booth to sit in. “Okay ah’m impressed.” Remy just smirked, “Oh trust me chere dis is nothing. In fact I like dis place, took me a week to find a decent place to get some nice southern food.” “Any good?” She asked since she loved southern food after all she was raised on it. “Not as good as down south but it’s close,” Remy told her. This was actually the first time they could really talk with each other since that little ‘kidnapping’ business years ago. Despite his arrogance he was a nice guy to get along with. They had shared some nice similarities given that they grew up in roughly similar part of the States. By the time the food got there she found that he was right about it, it was delicious. “Wow you weren’t kiddin’ this is pretty great.” “Remy is glad that you like it, so Gambit has been meaning to ask you why de sudden change?” That was the truth he really did wonder although personally he kind of like this more out going Rogue he was seeing. Rogue just shrugged, “Well…A couple of friends got me to open up and start to see that ah should enjoy mah life.” Remy grinned at the woman remembering the alley where she took him into for some fun. “Sounds like friends dat Gambit would like to meet and thank. Dis is nice for you, lettin’ yourself go like dis, you seem happier now and it’s nice to see.” Rogue smiled a bit at him, “Well thank ya and ah kind of like this.” Remy nodded to her, “Well den to your happiness,” He raised his glass to her and they toasted it. After the great meal he took her for a bike ride around the city it was pretty good as they just rode the streets for a bit. Then he took her to a really nice dance club just outside of town, the place was packed and full of life. She didn’t know that Remy could be such a great dancer either, and thanks to some private lessons with Kitty which Rogue would deny till the day she died, she had gotten better herself. The two of them danced the night away together, Rogue even noticed a few guys checking her out and it felt strange but nice as well. When Remy gave a few guys who were staring a little too hard a glare she felt like she wanted to giggle but stopped herself. It was really nice to feel like not just a normal woman but a sexy one at that. All these years of hiding herself from the world she thought that she wasn’t good looking like other girls but apparently it had been all in her mind. After some time the two of them had worked up a little sweat from the dancing and Rogue had the time of her life. She couldn’t remember the last time she just went out and let loose like this it was really nice. Gambit sat down on a chair at a table and she was about to take another seat when an idea popped into her head and sat on his lap as well. Gambit was surprised but it was a pleasant one at that. He wrapped his arms around her and she looked great at the moment, smiling at him and her green eyes had a lot of life in them at this moment. She was one hell of a woman he had a feeling about her when they first met and when they had gone to his home once he got to really know her. He really liked this girl that was for sure, she was one of a kind and if there was anything he knew. It was when he spotted something valuable and something that was one of a kind was really valuable. “So den what next?” Rogue thought about it and she was tired but not too tired. Truth was Remy turned out to be a half way decent guy and the fact that she had a crush on him since she met him. She had fantasized about being with him, hell she had a few sex dreams with him, her and Scott. ‘Hmmm…maybe another time now…I think since ah got to live one out with Scott ah can finally do the other one.’ She leaned in to his ear, “Well…How about we go ta your place?” Gambit took her hand and kissed it as he led her back to the bike. Rogue’s heart was racing as they rode to the motel he was staying at the moment. She was excited since this had been something she had always dreamed off and the fact that he might still be an ‘enemy’ still there was a sense of danger to it. By then time they got into his room she didn’t waste any time she knew it was impulsive but so what? She wanted to be for once. As soon as the door was closed she grabbed him by this shirt and pulled him into a kiss, he kissed her back just as aggressively and pulled her close to him. They were in a heated passionate kisses as they ran their hands over each other. It was something that Rogue had been missing all her life, pure untamed passion. The next thing she knew was that she was up against a wall with him kissing her mouth their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Remy moved his hands over her body something he had wanted to do for years and it was worth the wait. He ran a hand over her breasts gently feeling it and felt the moan in his mouth from Rogue. His other hand went behind her and gripped her ass and it was just as nice. He started to trail kisses down her neck as she moved her head to give him a better angle. He started speaking a few words in French to her as he continued on. He also felt her own hands exploring his body. His hands eventually found the front of her shirt and started to undo it. He soon managed to get her top off and grinned at the sight of her sexy bra. Rogue grinned seeing his reaction and started to undo his pants, “You got protection right?” “Oui, Gambit is always prepared Chere,” He told her as he pulled her into another kiss. Rogue managed to get the belt undone and his pants and pulled them down. She then started to grip the bottom of his shirt as she pulled it up. He started to trail kisses down her pale skin stopping at her breasts for a moment as his shirt came up over his head. Then he continued on to her stomach. She gripped his head as he went to her skirt and took it off. When he did he could see the green thong panty and also see it was slightly damp already. He inhaled her sweat aroma and started to use his hands to caress her thighs as his mouth went to work over it. Rogue took in a deep breath feeling him tease her there as her hips started to moved, she wanted him inside of her so much at that moment. “Remy ah can’t wait.” She told him her face slightly flushed. They removed the rest of their clothing as Remy dug into his pants for his wallet and put it next to the bed as he was looking for a condom. He had a few in there and picked out one. Rogue was on her back rubbing her erogenous zones she couldn’t wait to finally have Gambit in bed. Remy placed the open package next to the bed as he got up on Rogue, he took a moment to just look into her eyes and marvel at her beauty. Rogue did the same for his red and black eyes she also could help but grin at his physic he definitely kept in shape. They started again with kissing and running their hands over each other, he placed his hands under her back and unclasped her bra and together they slowly got the garment off. He grinned seeing her topless for the first time he always wondered what she would look like and it was just as he imagined. He bent down to take on of them into this mouth making the goth woman moan in pleasure as she felt his warm mouth take one of them in. One of his hands went down and under her panties to stroke her pussy lips. “Oh god Remy,” She moaned feeling his hand there, he really knew how to use those fingers of his. After a few minutes of this Gambit and Rogue couldn’t take anymore. He stopped as he sat up and took off her panties. Rogue reached over for the condom and when she looked back she smiled at seeing Remy naked for the first time as he had taken off his boxers. Sure she had seen his dick before but seeing him in his naked glory was even better. She placed the condom on and she noticed that it was a ribbed one, she never tried that before and looked forward to it. Gambit groaned feeling her hands on his manhood it was a struggle to just not cum at that moment. After it was on she laid back on the bed spreading herself and smiling up at him in a wordless invitation. He grinned as he gently guided himself into her she was very nice and very tight. Rogue smiled even more and moaned out as she felt him inside of her and the ribs of the condom felt nice as well. She made a mental note to see if they could get these at the mansion. Remy once after he was fully imbedded inside of her took a moment to just revel in the experience. He had waited so long for this moment and now it was finally here. He placed his hands on either side of Rogue keeping himself propped up as he pulled back and thrust in. At first he only pulled out slightly and then went back in, but as she started to move her hips with him they got a rhythm going with each other. Then he would pull back out more and more as his thrusts got more powerful. Rogue clutched the bed sheets and arched her back felling the sensations of the ribbed condom against her inner walls. “Oh god, oh Remy ah want ya harder! Ah want ya deeper sugar!” She cried out as she wrapped her legs around the small of his back allowing him to go a bit deeper into her body. Remy smirked she felt great, nice and tight but he knew that she wasn’t a virgin but that wasn’t a problem for him, he hadn’t been one for years. “Oh god chere, you feel so good. Remy wants to do this all night long,” He moaned out feeling her grip his dick when it went in making it tighter and then loosening it up as he pulled out. It was sure no trick any virgin would know and it really made this all the more intense. He kept thrusting into her body watching as the sweat started to show up on her pale skin and how it glistened, how her large breasts would move with her body how she had her eyes closed moaning out and how she looked as she thrust back. It was a great site and one he wanted to see again and again. But all things came to an end and Remy felt himself speed up as his body was ready to fire into her waiting body. “Oh god Rogue, Remy is going to cum soon!” “Oh yes, do it! Ah’m ready Remy! Cum in me!” She cried out as she felt him slam a few more times into her body and then he buried himself into her and grunted. She felt his dick throb and knew he was cuming and that was all that took her to reach her own orgasm. She moaned out his name as she tightened up around him her back arching so much she was nearly off the bed. He collapsed onto her and the two held each other for a moment just caressing each other and giving light kisses. Eventually he rolled off of her and smiled up at the ceiling, “Dat…Was great.” She purred as she cuddled up against him, “It was…But do you have it in you for some more?” Gambit smirked at her and then looked at his limp tool, “Well de spirit is willing…” “I can fix that,” She smiled at him and then turned herself around and took the condom off and threw it into a wastepaper basket next to the bed. She grinned to herself as she started to lick all the semen off of his tool making Gambit shudder. She had gotten used to the taste thanks to Scott and after she licked it all up then she put it into her mouth and started to give him some oral attention. Remy lay back enjoying this, she was really good at this not the best that he had but she had talent. He knew that she could get him nice and hard soon, but he felt a bit bad about him betting all the pleasure. Then he saw that great ass of hers and smiled. He reached to her hips and guided her to him. She stopped and looked back at him, “Hey what are ya up ta?” “Gambit just wants to return the favor,” He smiled then took his hands and pulled open her pussy lips, she moaned out feeling him there and he saw all her juices there. He ran his tongue slowly over the hot pink flesh tasting her honey there and she tasted really good too. Rogue felt his tongue there and he defiantly knew his way around there, he was a bit better at this then Scott was so she then went back to giving him head as they started to give each other pleasure in a 69 position. After several minutes Rogue managed to get him nice and hard again as he started to grew in her mouth. She was getting close to another orgasm but wanted that dick on his inside of her one more time. She pulled off of his dick panting a bit and also a little sore in the jaw, “Okay sugar, get another condom ready.” She crawled off of him and he was all too happy to get another one ready he was glad he had a few on him. After muttering a few French curses at how hard it was to open the damn things he got one out and turned around to see her on her hands and knees looking over her shoulder her ass inviting him over it seemed. Remy got onto his knees and guided his dick inside of her, she was already extremely wet now even her inner thighs were starting to drip, he placed his head in her and gripped her hips and thrust in all the way. “Uhg! God yes!” Rogue grunted as he started to fuck her, last time it was more gentle but this time they were just going to fuck each other. She pushed back as hard as she could and then she wanted one more thing, something she found out she liked, “Remy…uh…ah…oh god…ah want…oh…ya ta…ugh…spank meh…oh!” “Ah so you like dat type of thing huh?” Gambit took one hand and rubbed it over her ass, “Has someone been a bad girl?” “Oh yes…Please…” Remy didn’t know she had this kind of a kinky side to her he kind of liked it. So he drew back his hand and let it land on her ass, “Harder swamp rat!” She said to him and he this time he did as there was a loud smack sound, “Ah! Yes like that!” SMACK! “AH!” SMACK! “OH!” SMACK! “FUCK YES!” SMACK! “OH GOD!” SMACK! “UGH!” SMACK! “SHIT THAT’S IT!” SMACK! “AH! OH YES! FUCK MEH REMY!” Remy kept on fucking her and spanking her ass until it was red. After that he stopped as he wasn’t sure her body cold take much more and he was getting close to finishing. He leaned down over her as their pace had picked up. He used one hand to fondled one of her tits as the other snaked it’s way to her pussy and he found her clit. Rogue had her head up panting and grunting like an animal as they fucked each other like beasts. When she felt his fingers reach for her clit that was it for her and started to move as fast as she could, then she suddenly moaned out loudly as she came. She came so much that her fluids were leaking out around his cock that was still moving. She fell down unable to hold herself up as Remy held her hips and he used her body to finish off his own pleasure. She felt him hammer into her and smiled still riding her own orgasm, it didn’t take long until Gambit gave a few last thrust panting heavily as he held himself inside of her letting himself cum. After a moment of riding out his orgasm he pulled out of her and flopped onto his back next to her he turned to see her smiling at him and he smiled back. This was definitely the start of a very unique and very pleasurable thing that could be between them. -Back at the Mansion- Laura was getting ready for bed at least she was trying to. The day had gone fairly well as she had stopped most of the urges that were raising up in her. Although unlike the other girls here with her healing abilities her body quickly healed over and was ready for more sex. But then it was hard to also find men that would keep her satisfied, she rode out Alex for what he was worth several times and left satisfied but later she got all hot again. So far she had Ray, Roberto and even used this vibrator she got from the sexual equipment back it the classroom to help ease the feelings rising up in her loins all the time. But now as she was in her black cotton pants and grey tank-top shirt she was feeling it all over again. All the hormones and sexual smells didn’t help. She was going to go to the kitchen and either get something nice and cold like ice cream which she loved or put ice cubes in her pants. She already had two cold showers but they only took the edge off. She sighed to herself realizing if her father had to deal with this kind of thing? But then again he was off on his honeymoon with Ororo. ‘I guess I should start thinking of her as mom soon.’ She thought to herself as she reached the first level of the mansion. She never really had a mother and Ororo had been like one to her when she first got here. By the time she got to the kitchen she noticed that she wasn’t the only one with the idea of a snack. She saw Rahne there as well in her green sleeping clothing which were slink pants and a buttoned top. Rahne heard someone and looked to her right and smiled. “Oh hey how are you doin’? I was just goin’ ta make me some tea.” Rahne said as a pot was boiling. “Is that supposed to help you relax?” Laura asked with a sigh as she sat down at the table. Rahne kind of blushed a bit, “Nay tis actually…huh…something that helps give ye more energy.” “Why would you want that…” Then she notice the red head girl’s look on her face and put it together. “Oh, you mean that’s for sex.” Rahne blushed even further, “Uh…aye…Me and Jamie like ta spend th’ nights together.” “Well aren’t you lucky,” She muttered to herself. She didn’t mean to be jealous but the fact was that everyone was too tired, sleeping or busy. Rahne did pick up on that given that she had enhanced abilities and healing like X23 and Logan only hers weren’t as strong as theirs. At least while in her human form they weren’t as potent. But she could pick up things in the air and at the moment she could smell X23’s scent and it was a lot more potent than normal. There was also a hint of something else as well and it took her a moment to place it. “Uh…I don’t mean ta pry but…are you feeling all warm all over and well…having many urges?” Laura blinked in surprise at the other girl, “Yeah, how did you know that?” “Um…well I go through the same thing but you must be going through a really bad phase of it.” Laura’s eyes narrowed, “Phase of what?” Rahne took a moment and guess it was just something to just come out and say, “You’re in heat. I get it too and until now I just…well…I had to manually release the tension.” “You mean masturbation,” Laura came right out saying it. Rahne winced and wished that she was less direct sure she was finally letting go herself but it was a bit harder for her to just come out and say things like that. And unfortunately she did, she had to since being part wolf meant that at times she went into heat and had to find some way to sate it. But now she had someone that could take care of that in spades. Seeing Laura there she felt some sympathy for the other girl, she noticed how she wasn’t holding still and the scent she was giving off told her enough, she had it bad. Suddenly she had an idea, and she just knew that he would be up to it. “Say…how about ye join me for some tea and I can give you a proposition?” The red head asked her, the other girl raised an eyebrow wondering what the other girl had in mind. Not long Jamie was on his bed waiting for Rahne although he was staring up at the ceiling he had a smirk on his face. He was reliving all the memories of the day with Rahne and a few of the other girls. Also given this when he took a clone back he got all their memories he remembered things like taking Rahne in her mouth, her giving him hand jobs, fucking her pussy and taking her in the ass. All of them multiple times and for the first time he loved his mutation. There were a few items already in his room, that he got from Scott. A box of condoms given that he went through them pretty fast, tissues, and he emptied out the garbage pail. He also found something for lubrication as well he remember that lesson well in the class about how important it was to make sure the girl was nice and lubricated. He was eagerly awaiting Rahne, his crush for the last few years now pretty much his solid girlfriend. How many times had he dreamed of having her? Too many for him to count when he heard the door opened he was eager to see her but he was surprised by Laura who was walking in with her. “Uh…Rahne what’s going on?” She smiled sweetly at him, “Well Jamie remember what I told ye about me going into heat sometimes?” Jamie nodded remembering it well. “Well looks like Laura is too given how our mutations are similar. And given how last time you out lasted me I figured that ye would like a little more company to help.” “So…you mean…” Jamie looked at Laura she was the same age as Rahne but had longer silky hair, a more athletic build to her but still really cute. There was a hint of a predator in her but there was also a thrill he kind of got as his mind started to wrap around the idea of having sex with her too. Bedding the daughter of the famous Wolverine kind of had a hint of danger to it given how Mr. Logan was and it kind of turned him on thinking about doing it with his daughter while he was out. “So what do ye say?” Rahne asked him already smiling seeing his face. He looked at her as he got off his bed, “That I got the best girlfriend in the world.” “Aye and ye better remember that too,” She smiled at him. Jamie was about to kiss her but then he just remembered something, “Oh wait I nearly forgot,” He started to strip off his clothing. “A little anxious?” Rahne asked him. “No I just don’t want a whole bunch of copies of my clothing all over the place,” He grinned back at her and Rahne had forgotten that. Since she loved having Jamie’s multiples during their time together but even though the thought of all those hands over her and dicks inside of her really got her wet she only really could see them all as Jamie. And it wasn’t just because of his powers, Jamie was a really great guy she realized and the fact there could always be more of him was just a bonus to her. Sarah just watched as she felt her heart rate go up at the prospect of sex. Her body wanted it and she had to admit in the years not only did Jamie get a bit taller after his growth spurt happened but he was starting to fill out nicely as well. When Jamie was finished he grinned as he started to make more and more clones of him. There was now a gang of Jamies before the girls and Rahne was giddy with excitement. One of them which she assumed was the original came up to her and kissed her gently on the lips. She held him close to her enjoying the feel of him. Laura meanwhile had a few clones around her and she was eager to see what they would do. One of them got down onto his knees and pulled down her pants, “Wow guys she’s really wet already,” That one said taking in her scent of her sex seeing the wet panties. “Then I guess she’s really horny then,” Another agreed and helped her out of her top she wasn’t wearing a bra and then she had a Jamie go to each of her breasts and start to caress them. She moaned at the contact then they started to lick and suck all over them. She reached out to each head pushing them closer to her own flesh. The one between her legs started to rub her pussy through the panties making her head fall back as her eyes shut tight. She really needed this badly and his little teasing was driving her up the wall she wanted to be filled to feel that explosion of passion inside of her. Another Jamie got behind her and was caressing her nice tight ass as his mouth found her neck. “Oh god…” She moaned out feeling others started to lay kisses over her body, caressing it, it was like her skin was on fire and she loved it. ‘Now I see what Rahne sees in him.’ Rhane was still with the original Jamie as by now she was on the bed only in her bra and panties as they were making out, caressing each others bodies. Jamie reached behind her and managed to unclasp the bra he was glad that he had Rahne show him how to get them off. He pulled it off and saw those light pink tips there on her breasts. He smiled as he bent down taking one of them into his mouth. Rahne gasped and arched her back feeling his mouth on her sensitive flesh. She moaned moving her body against him and turned her head to look a Laura. One of them was taking off her panties and was now eating the other girl out. She was still standing with a gang of Jamies surrounding her but she didn’t mind at all. She lifted a leg and placed it on the shoulder of the one eating her out. Her face screwed up as her mouth made an O shape as she gripped the head of the one between her legs and started to thrust her pelvis against his face. She finally came in a cry that was part roar it seemed she just went a little limp feeling that Jamie lick up her juices as the other worked on her body. It was very pleasant sensation then they started to untangle and she was wondering what was going on until they led her to the bed. She grinned as she knew that was only the opener, her body was still burning up her heart was hammering in her head as she smelled all the hormones in the room. She looked to see that Rahne was still with just one Jamie only by now he was taking her pants off leaving her naked as he started to eat her out like she had just been. Seeing the Scottish girl biting her lower lip and squirming she knew that she was enjoying the attention. Laura got onto her hands and knees as she felt a new Jamie come up behind her, she looked to see a few of them taking out condoms and getting it ready as the one behind her started to tease her. His dick would just rub the outside of her wet lower lips and it was frustrating. “Get on with it!” She ordered him actually causing the clone to jump. “Don’t argue with her man she could kick all our asses,” One of the clones said to that one and he nodded. So the clone gripped her hips and thrusts himself inside of her. X23 groan in pleasure and started to hump back against him. Two clones went under her and took each of her breasts and would started to caress them, taking in the nipples into their mouths or play with them. Her mouth was wide open panting at this, she never thought she could experience so much pleasure before. Then she noticed one of them in front of her expecting something and she remembered that first day of the sex ed class. She opened her mouth up wider and he gently placed it inside of her mouth. Back over with Rahne Jamie had already made her cum once already from eating her out, he actually really liked the smell and taste of her when she came. He was just finishing licking up her now shaved pussy, she had shaved it for him now since it was easier to lick up all that juices without the hair in the way. She would quiver a few times and he sat up to look down at her smiling. She was just so beautiful, her red hair, green eyes that sparkled, that sexy accent of hers. And she was nice to be with as well, she was perfect. He looked at here flushed face and crawled over to her and gave her a nice long kiss. She moaned tasting herself in his mouth as she pulled him closer. This was a more intimate type of kiss then anything else. Jamie eventually pulled back and looked to one of his clones, “Hey hand me one will you?” He pointed to a condom and the clone nodded opening it for him. Jamie thanked…well himself really, and put it on. Rahne grinned as much as she loved it when he ate her out this was better. She spread herself and waited as Jamie guided himself into her. “Oh god Rahne,” Jamie moaned as he felt her, “You are so fucking tight, god I love it.” It was true after all the little gang bang sessions of theirs she was still tight. “Oh yes, I love feelin’ ye inside ‘o me,” She moaned feeling that familiar sensation of him entering her. Jamie wasn’t too long or big and in fact he fit just perfectly inside of her. He was a perfect fit and she wondered if they were made for each other as he started to pulled back. Laura by now was on her third orgasm, the one screwing her had already came and now was replaced by another as she was still sucking the cock of one of the clones although this one had to be close to cumming. He was humping her and his breathing was ragged, she started to feel some pre-cum on the tip of his dick and started to hum hoping to bring him off faster. It worked he jerked his hips forward and she took him as deep as she could go feeling his liquid shot into her mouth and throat. She swallowed it all down as she was getting used to the taste of it, it was still a little strange taste to it but she still managed to get it all out. The one screwing her pussy suddenly got an idea, “Hey you ever taken it in the ass yet?” Laura shook her head, “No, why? I mean I know you can but is it any good?” “It’s…It’s hard at first…” Rahne panted close to her as she and Jamie were still screwing each other, “Ye need…to get ready first…it kind of hurt…for me first time…but after a bit…it’s…oh god that’s the spot! It’s…good…once ye get used…to it! OH FUCK!” “So…you want to try it?” The clone asked her and she nodded her head she might as well. Then another clone went in front and she was sucking another cock as another clone when to get the lube. He gave it to the one still screwing X23 from behind as she slowed down. He started to work the cold liquid around her hole and then with a finger slowly started to put it inside of her. X23 jumped a bit feeling it, it was cold and it was strange what he was doing. She felt him coat her insides and it brought her to another orgasm, the one behind her wasn’t ready for the sudden pressure on his dick. He grunted as he came inside of her to his surprise, also the moaning in her mouth was enough for the vibrations to make him cum as well. He pulled out as she felt another one behind her she didn’t see him put on a condom with a lot of lube on it. “Okay get ready this may hurt for a bit.” She nodded still swallowing the cum in her mouth when the clone pulled out of it. She then felt the tip of it started to go inside of her and it did hurt at first like her first time with sex only more so. But she could take pain, this was nothing to the pain she suffered in Hydra in fact she was having a strange reaction to the pain. It was kind of enjoyable for her. This confused her since pain was supposed to be unpleasant so why was she feeling both pain and pleasure? She would have to talk to her ‘teachers’ about this later on. “Oh god guys you have got to try this ass when you get the chance,” The clone said as he eased his way into her ass. Jamie and Rahne were already close to another orgasm at this point. They were panting as they moved with each other at a high pace. Jamie could feel himself so close but he wanted to make sure she got off as well. “Oh god Rahne…I’m going to cum…” “I’m almost there…Almost…Just…hold on…Oh yes!....More! More!” She cried out her nails started to dig into his shoulders holding him closer to her their sweaty bodies moving against each other his chest on her modest chest and him hitting her clit with each thrust. Jamie couldn’t hold out any more he had to cum or he felt like he would die holding it back, “Oh God Rahne…Here I cum…I can’t hold it…oh god!” He grunted as he came, each powerful thrust his dick would throb and fire off a shot of cum into the condom. “Ohhh! God Jamie!” Rahne came on his last thrust thankfully feeling the small explosion in her body as she tightened up around him trying in vain to milk his member. They took a small breather the only sounds were the grunts and groans and the sound of flesh on flesh with Laura and the other clones. Jamie rested on her body for a moment but pushed himself up taking his weight off of her and smiled down. She smiled up at him and they stared for a moment as they kisses one another one more time, sure they liked to screw around but for some reason it was always the best with each other. Rahne was thinking that maybe the wolf side of her was telling her that Jamie was her mate, her alpha male. Well she would think of that later as he pulled back and she grinned seeing a few clones with rock hard erections that were smiling waiting for their turn. Rahne put those thoughts on hold as it was ‘play time’ with Jamie’s clones. Rahne and Laura continued on as their respected healing powers making sure that they could last longer than a normal woman as they both were taken over and over again by Jamie and his clones in various positions. Rahne was a bit more used to it by now and she wondered if they should try to set a record one day she giggled at the idea although from seeing Laura she knew she had competition. By now she was riding one Jamie with sucking off another. Rhane herself was on her side between two of her lovers at the moment each one taking both of her lower holes. By the end of it all the room was filled with the smells of sex and sweat. Jamie was on the bed and to either side of him a sated Rahne and X23 lay on each shoulder all their legs intertwined with each other. Jamie was still grinning ear from ear as all the memories of his clones were in his mind it was pretty much a blur of pleasure but boy what a rush. He had to admit that this was defiantly the best day of his young life so far, ‘Although how am I going to top this I have no idea.’ He thought to himself feeling the two girls shift to get a bit more comfortable. But at this point he didn’t care he just wanted to sleep although he wondered if Rahne would be willing for a little more with Laura later? Well that was an idea for another day but now it was time to rest up. NEXT UP CHAPTER 13: HONEYMOON SURPRISE PART 2

Chapter 14 - Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14: NEW LESSONS Jean and Scott were in their room looking over the videos that the others had sent in at the moment. So far they were impressed with the creativity they were seeing. Just straight up sex was what they were expecting but they were seeing a lot of experimentation. There was role playing, light bondage at times (mainly from Danielle who they figured was a true submissive) three ways, same sex, and some very creative uses for mutant powers that marked a few of them up a few points. It was good to see that everyone had been taking this very seriously and were having a lot of fun in the process. They truly were impressed by what they were seeing and it was hard to not get turned on as well. At the moment they were watching a tape of Amara and Roberto she was riding him on top of her bed with Roberto running his hands all over her body. While watching Jean and Scott were naked their clothing all around the room as they were on the edge of his bed, the both of them were watching this as Jean was on Scott’s lap. Both of them were sweaty and panting as she rode him in reverse with his hands on her hips helping to bounce her up and down as they watched. Amara seemed to be a screamer as well as she look to be really enjoying it. Jean could relate as she had an arm behind her head gripping Scott’s neck, she was also was using one hand to grip her right breast. When she rammed herself onto Scott’s member she would squeeze him as tight as she could and then loosen up as she rode up. She loved Scott and his cock she had been having more sex lately with other partners as had Scott but he was still the one for her. She felt Scott pick up the pace and she went with him. “Oh god, oh fuck, uh-uh-augh-oh Scott! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck you’re so good!” “Yes! Fuck Jean I love it when you do that thing with your pussy! God I want to cum so badly!” “Then do it Scott!” Scott gripped her hips jack hammering her so hard Jean threw her head back crying out in pleasure feeling like Scott wanted to tare her up inside and she was loving it. Scott kept it up as the video played on and just as the couple on the screen came so did they. Scott felt his dick pulse and shot up into her waiting body. He held her down as he shot robes of his sperm into her pussy. Jean screamed out his name as she clamped down milking his cock feeling his sperm hit her and go right into her waiting womb. After that the two just sat panting covered in sweat as Jean took her hand from her impressive chest and down to her pussy. She felt the juices that were a mixture of her own and Scott’s leaking out of her. She raised her fingers up to her mouth sucking on them lightly relishing the taste. Scott kissed her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her caressing her skin, “You know I know taping our sex and then watching ourselves as we have sex was something. But it adds a bit of spice watching all the others.” Jean smirked rubbing a hand over his thigh, “Maybe we should put all the takes together and keep them?” “What if the adults find it?” Jean shrugged, “They didn’t find out about our own so I think we can get away with this.” He grinned at that reached up and squeezing both breasts a bit, “Well it would make a nice little collection we got enough for at least two or three tapes.” He said nibbling in her ear. She grinned as he did so and she’d like nothing more then to just enjoy another round with him but something had her thinking. “You know they are getting pretty open, you think we should show them another world?” Scott stopped what he was doing looking at her, “What do you mean?” “Well…I was thinking maybe another class only this a special one. Remember that special program we secretly made six months ago?” He thought about it for a moment they actually had made a few around that time to help with their sex life and they could only use it at certain times and to clean up the Danger Room right after as well. The last thing they needed was Logan to catch the smell of sex in there although they got the feeling he and Storm used if themselves as well. “Can you be more specific?” ”The Dungeon.” “Oh THAT one…You want to teach them the whole Master and Mistress roles then?” He asked her thinking he knew where this was going. And it might be pretty interesting actually. Jean grinned at him sensing his thoughts as she got off him slowly loving the feel of his dick sliding out of her. She went over and shut off the tape and TV, “I think it might be time to expand their lesson plan with a very special class.” She said in a sultry voice looking at him as she turned around. Scott grinned normally he might not consider it but hell you only live once and they were the only adult here. “Well we’re never going to get another chance at this I bet…We better get Rogue here since we’ll need a little help and then after a little planning get everyone in the Danger Room.” “Yes sir Mr. Leader,” She said to him with laughter in her voice as she walked up to him and knelt down, “But first there is a little something I want first.” She then started to lick all the juices off his dick slowly making him groan. ---Danger Room--- Everyone was gathered up into the Danger Room they weren’t sure why exactly. All they heard was Jean’s telepathic call to have everyone there for new lessons. After the last class everyone was eager to see what happened this time. Even Amanda was curious and asked if she could sit in, Kurt shrugged and said if it was okay with Jean and Scott it was okay with him. The two of them were holding hands and all smiles this new exploration had actually seemed to make their relationship stronger. They showed just how much they trusted the other and it sure spiced up their sex live sure it hadn’t been boring but it also hadn’t been this exciting. Kurt had never ate her out before this and the things he did now how innovative he was turned out to be a major plus in their sex lives. She was learning a lot too, she learned how to really suck Kurt off and her tongue did things to him he hadn’t know he could feel. Everyone was waiting and chatting amongst themselves a few with grins on their faces and slightly messed up clothing. A few had already been in the process of having some fun when Jean’s call went out. After a few minutes the large metal doors opened and Jean, Scott and Rogue came out with robes on. Rogue was carrying a bag with them. “Well then glad you’re all here,” Scott said and looked around and spotted Amanda, “And one extra I see.” “Yeah sorry I was just wondering if it was okay if I sit in on this?” Amanda blushed a bit shyly. Jean and Scott shared a look and you can tell they were talking about something and there was a small smile on their faces. Jean looked to the dark skinned girl and nodded, “Okay but there will be a few rules. One everyone participates in this, two if you’re not comfortable with something then speak up, three the safety word will be Orange, you all remember what a safety word is right?” They remembered that from the first lessons on sex how important it was to have a word that when spoken the act will stop if it was too much for the one partner. It was stressed how when trying something new out that may be painful or harmful to have one of those. “Good then, another thing is you can leave at any time but once you leave you can’t come back in until class is over. You aren’t prisoners here,” She stopped and smirked to herself at that, “No matter what it looks like.” Tabitha raised a hand a little confused, “Okay so just what is going on here Red? I mean what’s with the robes?” “You’ll find out soon Tabitha,” Scott said to her and then in a loud voice to activate the DR vocal commands, “Computer access program Scott and Jean number 8, password; Dark side.” The room changed as holograms kick in and now they all seemed to be in a dark stone dungeon of sorts. There were shackles everywhere, tables with restraints, on the one wall there was a rack full of sexual equipment. Dildos, whips, ridding crops, blind folds, hand cuffs just to name a few. Everyone was surprised by this sure they now saw Jean and Scott in a new light but this was defiantly different. “Rogue,” Scott said in a command and she opened the bad and laid it out, inside of it were many different types of things like leather clothing of the erotic kind and collars and stuff. “Damn who knew you two had it in you,” Tabitha whistled at the sight. “Thank you Tabitha but on this point on we’re going to teach you all the true Master and Submissive/Slave relationship. So if you want to leave now then do it,” Scott looked and no one moved so he nodded. “Okay then first off Jean and myself you’ll only be addressed as Mistress and Master anything else will result in a punishment of our choosing.” With that all three took their robes off, Jean was wearing thigh length black leather boots that were attacked to the matching garter belt around her waist. She had nothing else on and her pussy was bare to all to see, she was also wearing a black corset with the cups parts missing so her breasts were exposed but they were also being pushed higher up as well. There were matching long length gloves and a cocker on her. Rogue was in fishnet stockings with a pair of thong panties with a hole cut out over her pussy. She also wore a tight bra that pressed up against her breasts and pressed them together making them seem fuller. There were holes in the bra that allowed her nipples to pop out. She had on a collar and she reached into the bag and put on a leash to everyone’s surprise and knelt down next to Scott. Offering him the leash, he took it as they saw him in dark boots, leather gloves a leather tank top shirt with that exposed his lower torso and shorts with a cot piece on it. “As you see Rogue here is our Slave for this, she will be totally submissive in this since she hasn’t learned to be a Mistress yet under Jean. You all will take turns being a dominant and submissive, you will be experiencing the S&M in this. That means pain with pleasure, you will be whipped but not hard, using a riding crop on you, bound, gagged blind folded and other such things. Now this is you’re very last change anyone want to leave?” No one moved and Jean could sense them a bit curious although Dani she sensed was wet already at the mental image of being bound and gagged. That girl really likes bondage apparently Jean smiled a bit. “Alright first order…STRIP!” She yelled out and everyone jumped and started to take their clothing off. Once naked Jean handed out various collars and a few clothing for them mainly in the style of Jean and Scott mostly or sometimes even less then what their teachers were wearing. “Slave Rogue come here,” Jean ordered and Rogue went to her on her hands and knees with Scott holding the leash. “Show your respect to your mistress.” Rogue then bent down and gave a long lick up Jean’s leather boat several times in fact. “Is Mistress pleased?” She smiled down and caressed Rogue’s face, “Yes and now class when you’re a slave you must be obedient unless you like to be punished so let’s show you some of the punishments that you can get.” Jean and Scott led Rogue to where there were chains on the ceiling with shackles they tied up her writs above her head. Scott went to a level and with the control raised the chair a little higher making Rogue to stand on her toes. Rogue had been given a crash course as well as Jean giving her some of her own memories on what Jean and Scott did. Given that she likes her spankings apparently she liked the sensation of pain mixing in with her skin. She figured from so many years of having to stay totally covered with no physical contact even pain felt good to her since it was on her skin. “Now then you can give small punishments like this,” Jean swatted Rogue’s butt slightly with the crop making the goth give a small cry in pain/pleasure. “Or you can increase it,” Scott said as he went to the wall of equipment. He brought back several items and Rogue’s breath increased in anticipation. Scott brought up to her view a nipple clamp and he slowly trailed if down her body making Rogue wait for what was coming. Then he placed one on the nipple and she moaned out loudly, he placed another on the other one and then Rogue whimpered. Her nipples felt like they were on fire and yet under the pain was a strange sensation. “Now remember just because she’s a slave treat her with respect after all she’s allowing this to happen. If they ask to stop you have to stop, this is S & M if they want to stop and you keep going it’s abuse.” He was looking over them giving how important this lesson was, “Also don’t take things too far because you don’t want to permanently hurt them. Also if you’re having intercourse and they want to stop you will stop that too, if you don’t that’s rape.” Everyone got a bit uneasy at that, trying to remember that. The last thing they wanted was to be charged with that. “You alright?” Scott asked Rogue a hand trailing her face. “Yes Master.” Rogue had never thought herself a submissive but with Jean and Scott she trusted them. But that didn’t mean at some point she wouldn’t like to be the Mistress at some point. She grinned in her mind at the image of her in Jean’s roll and Gambit as her own personal slave. “Now we give the slave a bit more pleasure,” He said trailing his hand slowly down her face to her neck. She felt his strong hand going to her collarbone caressing the flesh. She gave a soft moan when he cupped one of her breasts and kept on moving down. He started to caress her flat stomach and she rolled her head he was very good with his hands. “Now then as you may have guessed pain and pleasure can mix in well if you know how to do it right.” Jean told the class as they watched on many of them getting fully aroused at the right. “It’s part of the brain really, sometimes it can confused pain with pleasure or pleasure with pain. If you looked at the tapes we saw so far of you several of you looked like you were in pain but were loving it.” “This is an example of that,” Jean tugged on the nipple clamps making Rogue give out a sharp intake of breath. “In fact if you pleasure the other while in pain the conflicting sensations can give you an experience you’ve never known.” Tabitha smirked at that remembering how Amara fisting her had been that certainly was true and Amara for her part remembered Bobby and his ice-cock. That had been a bit painful at first as her body adjusted to the cold but it worked well. Jean floated over a chain and connected it to each nipple clamp as Scott’s hand found Rogue’s pussy lips. She was moving her hips with his hand feeling his fingers caress her hot folds. Jean gave Scott a look and he nodded moving his fingers inside of her. “Oh god Master…” She groaned feeling his fingers prop her insides. Then Jean looked at the chain as it moved tugging on both nipples. Rogue threw her head back as she clenched her teeth with a loud groan. “As you see here Rogue is now feeling the mixed sensation. Notice her reaction.” Rogue could feel the chain being moved in different directions tugging and pulling on her swelling nipples and Scott’s fingers found her g-spot it was such a strange mix but she was starting to enjoy it. She moaned like a whore feeling all of this. Then without warning she came, she threw her head back as an orgasm hit her. Rogue lowered her head breathing deeply. “Well now it seems our slave came without permission.” Jean said sternly to Rogue tugging on the chain harder. This made Rogue give out a yelp of pain, “Ah’m sorry Mistress! Ah didn’t mean it!” “Well now class, you must learn to control your slave they should only cum when you tell them do and they should ask first.” Scott wiped Rogue’s juices off on her. “Now we’ll show you how Jean and I will punish her.” Scott walked over and grabbed a ball gag and placed it in Rogue’s mouth. Rogue felt her hart hammering in her chest as she felt her bra undo itself and she felt ghostly fingers that she knew had to be Jean’s TK abilities. She looked at Scott as he was walking in front of her not sure what he planned on doing. Scott adjusted the cot piece and she saw that it was removable as he unleashed his penis the first penis she ever had really. She was already wet as he lifted her legs by the thighs she was breathing more seeing that dick being slowly placed into her vagina stretching her out she moan behind the gag. Scott started to slowly move inside of her feeling that warmth of her flesh she had a great body outside and inside. He slowly started a rhythm trying to hit those sensitive areas in her pussy that drove her nuts. Jean however picked up an item that Scott left it was a small multi-whip. This was designed not to break the skin unlike how whips were supposed to be at the most it would leave red marks on Rogue’s body. “Now then here’s another pain/pleasure students.” The red head said and drew her arm back and there was the crack sounds of the whip hitting Rogue’s flesh. Rogue’s eyes bulge out screaming into the gag, feeling the burning sensation on her back now she knew what was going on. She was going to be whipped but the stinging seemed to be ending. There was a dully throbbing sensation but it was overtaken from Scott’s member fucking her. Scott watched as he bounced Rogue’s bound body up in the hair her hair flying as sweat was forming her large breasts moving with each thrust. Then there was the crack of the whip making her scream out but soon her screams were blended together from pain, passion and pleasure. It was an erotic sightseeing drool coming out from behind the gag as Rogue’s eyes were rolling back a bit. Jean cracked the whip against Rogue’s pale back and butt leaving angry red welt that she used her TK to massaged them gently to help ease away the pain. Rogue threw her head side to side feeling everything the red hot marks on her back side, Jean’s ‘fingers’ working her back, Scott’s prick fucking her so well. Scott was one of the best lovers she had, Remy was right up there although it was hard to choose the thought about maybe trying to see if she could compare them in the future. The thought of being taken but both Scott her first major crush and Remy who replaced that crush sent her over the edge making her scream louder than ever. Scott felt her pussy clamp down hard onto his prick Scott grunted as he came as well thrusting into her hard and holding himself there as he groaned out loud. Jean smiled seeing them take a moment to relax she was feeling very horny after seeing that and by the looks so was everyone else. “Okay then…now it’s time for the real fun. I’ll break you into pairs and let’s see what you’ve all have learned.” She smiled at the students and licked her lips a bit. This was going to be a very fun class and now it was time to chose who would go with who. She could see a forest of erections and some girls with hands over their vaginas some of them were even fingering themselves. She walked by them noticing the juices running down a couple of them who had fingered themselves into cumming. She smiled as those two would be punished as well as one of the boys that seems to have came as well most likely stroking himself. Those impatient three she was going to see to their punishment personally for not being able to wait and was selfish and took their own pleasure while everyone else waited. “Roberto, Tabitha and Dani I want you three to step forward.” She commanded and each of them looked around and took a step forward. “Since you three seem couldn’t wait like the others to get off you three I have decided to punish for that.” “Oh come on how was I-AHHH!” Roberto jumped as Jean gave his ass a slap with the riding crop she had. “Silence!” Jean yelled out. “You three I’m going to punish you and you will learn to like it…Do you three understand?” “Yeah.” “Okay.” “Sure.” Jean gave each of them a smack on the ass again, “That’s yes MISTRESS. Now do you understand?” ”Yes Mistress.” All three shouted out as one and Jean grinned. Oh this was going to be so much fun. NEXT UP CHAPTER 15: NEW LESSONS PART 2

Chapter 13 - Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13: HONEYMOON SURPRISE PART 2 Back in Canada in their hotel suit Ororo and Logan were just finishing up with Mystique. Logan had spent the last few minutes doing nothing but apologizing to his wife. He hadn’t known that it hadn’t been her, Ororo had been a bit angry but now she was angrier with Mystique. After all she had fooled them all a few times so she couldn’t blame Logan for not knowing. But she really wanted to know why she was here and why she had ended up fucking her husband. Thankfully she had passed out from Logan, she had herself a few times since Logan’s powers made him able to just keep going for hours on end. Ororo had a pair of handcuffs that she had used earlier she liked to either be the one in them or tie Logan up with them for some fun. After all she didn’t want them to get boring Logan also had stripped a few sheets into strips. Sure the Hotel wouldn’t like it but they were needed for Mystique’s legs. So now Mystique was naked, still a bit sweaty her pussy still having some of Logan’s cum seeping out of it as the room still smelled of sex. She put her arms up over her head as she handcuffed them to the head of the bed through one of the brass bars. “Ororo what are we going to do with her?” Logan asked although he still couldn’t believe he had been screwing one of their enemies like this. He knew something had been off but Ororo had worked him up and had left him hanging and he was eager to return the favor. Things just got kind of out of control at then and when Ororo had came in he thought he had lost it for a second. He had put on some pants as Ororo looked to be thinking about this herself. “Logan go get some water.” He was wondering what she was planning but went with it and returned with a glass of water for her she took it, “Logan she may not be alone you think you can look to see if you can find anyone else she usually hangs out with? I want to have a few words with her.” “You sure?” She nodded her head, “Yes I think I really want to talk to her.” She looked at him and gave him a warm smile, “Don’t worry I can handle myself just make sure we won’t get anymore surprises.” Logan gave her a small smile and nodded went to check the halls and see if he could sniff out any of Magneto’s other goons. He just hoped that she knew what she was doing was all. With him gone to make sure they weren’t further surprised Ororo was left wondering what to do with her, well first was to wake her up and get her to start talking. Ororo poured the water onto the blue woman’s face which got an immediate reaction. Mystique jerked awake shaking her head. She was wondering just what was going on but then it was starting to come back to her of how Logan had jumped her and ravaged her in a way that few men had managed to do. It had been an amazing experience but now she looked up to see Storm there and as soon as she did she tried pulling her arms but felt the cold metal on her wriest. ‘Fucking bitch put handcuffs on me! Damn it why the hell did I let myself get so carried away?’ She thought although she knew the answer. He had been aching for some decent sex for awhile and Logan had relieved that and then some. Ororo looked down at her, “Okay Mystique I want some things answered and you will tell me.” “Why should I?” She glared back at her. Ororo raised and eye brown and with the tip of her finger touched one of Mystique’s nipples. Mystique suddenly jumped and cried out more in shock then in pain as she felt like she just got a static shock to her there. “In case you forgot what I can do that was a reminder.” “You fucking bitch!” “I think you were the one doing the fucking especially to my husband.” Ororo said coldly to her and gave her another shock slightly more powerful. She got a strange satisfaction out of it, being in total control of this woman. Mystique glared at her some more and then got a sneer on her face, “Well I guess you aren’t woman enough for him given how hard he fucked me. What’s the matter can’t keep him interested in the sack?” She asked Ororo meaning to verbally hurt the woman if she couldn’t do it physically. Ororo stiffened a big and decided to teach her a little lesson. She tailed her fingers down Mystique’s body as the shape shifter followed them wondering what she would do next. Mystique tensed up as they pressed against her clit and then she felt another shock a sent through her. “Oh fuck!” She cried out her body arching in pain but to her shame she felt a bit of pleasure in there. In fact now she had this tingling sensation in her pussy and saw Ororo’s fingers spread all over her snatch. Ororo was using a slight static charge over her hand stimulating the air and flesh. It had been something she had discovered once while masturbating. The charge made a nice vibration sensation that penetrated through the skin right to every nerve. She knew it would also drive her nuts as well and sometimes the best way to get information out of someone wasn’t through pain. She could see Mystique fighting her body and Ororo had to admit she was impressed with her control but there were little signs that her body was starting to react. The muscles on her stomach tensed up, as where her thighs. Mystique hadn’t felt anything like this and she was fighting the sensations but she was still sensitive from Logan but she tried to put those feelings aside. She had never been ‘interrogated’ like this before but she’ll be damned if this woman could make her give anything up so easily. Ororo looked down at the woman slightly increases the voltage a bit, “Now why are you here and is there anyone else?” She remained silent so Ororo laid another hand on the woman’s breast and now Mystique had two pleasurable tingles going on in her body now. She gritted her teeth as her breathing was now deeper. Mystique was doing her best to try and control herself but damn this was good. Ororo then started to caress and fondle the breast she had to admit it was very nice. “Damn it I thought you were straight,” Mystique hissed out feeling the woman’s hands there it had been a very long time since she had a woman herself. Not many knew that she had been bisexual for years in fact her only true female lover had been Irene also known as Destiny. “I mostly am but well let’s just say that I’ve experimented a few times and I’m not opposed to it.” Ororo’s other hand now cupped the woman’s sex her entire palm now tingled her pussy and the African woman could feel the wetness there growing. What was really surprising her was her own wetness she was starting to feel. Normally Logan was the dominant one but having one of their enemies at her mercy like this was strangely a very large turn on. She had to admit that Mystique had a very fine figure with nice full breasts and her exotic looks that were even better then her own white hair and blue eyes to her dark skin. Ororo kept on asking her questions as her hands roamed over the body of the Mystique alternating the voltage from mild to medium to short painful bursts that gave off a strange pleasure sensation. By now she couldn’t hear the questions, her throat was drying out as her body was driving her insane. Ororo kept her body excited but as soon as she was starting to reach a peak she would stop. Then it would start all over again, making her aching for release but never getting anything. ‘Fuck! This is driving me nuts! God maybe I should just tell her it’s not like this was planned!’ Part of her didn’t want to give her the satisfaction but a larger part wanted that release. She couldn’t tell how long it was it could have been minutes or hours by this time and she felt like screaming. Ororo could tell from how wet the woman was and how badly she was moving that she was desperate to sate her hunger. “Just tell me one thing then…Why were you with my husband?” Mystique guessed this was an okay thing to answer and maybe if she gave the woman a bond she would get her off. “Because I didn’t know he was here and he fucking jumped be and started fucking the hell out of me!” “And you didn’t stop it?” “Of course not! I haven’t been decently fucked in months! God just stop this or let me cum already you bitch!” Storm gave her a shock for what she called her as the blue skinned woman’s hips jumped off the bed. She cried out in a mixture of pain/pleasure at that. ‘Well I can relate to not getting any, before Logan and I hooked up I was so sex starved it nearly drove me nuts.’ Ororo thought to herself. She was still a bit pissed at her but she herself was getting aroused by this as well. ‘Well…If Logan can have a taste it’s only fair right?’ She grinned to herself. “Now I’ll finish you off and only if you behave, so are you going to behave then?” Ororo asked her sternly. Mystique glared at her breathing heavily and bit back another curse in her direction. She nodded her head at the other woman. “I’m sorry you’ll have to speak up.” “Yes dammit,” He said through gritted teeth. Ororo smiled as she put two fingers into her mouth covering them with her saliva and when it was just right slowly inserted them into her pussy. Mystique bit her lip feeling being filled slightly it wasn’t a cock but it was good enough. She felt the white haired woman’s fingers gently stroke in and of her, this was one of the reasons she liked women as well as lovers. They were more sensual and gentle at times like this and sometimes that was a very nice thing to have now and then. She moaned feeling the woman’s fingers searching her insides and she gasped when she hit that special spot. “Oh yeah,” she moaned out. Ororo smiled as she leaned down and started to caress the blue breast there, feeling its fullness and kneading it. She used her static ability to heighten the experience actually getting a whimper form the other woman. She didn’t think Mystique the type to whimper but then again it really must have been a long time for her. She was already extremely wet as it was in fact the liquids were running down onto the bed sheets. Storm leaned down a bit more and took the other breast into her mouth playing her tongue over it gently and running over the areola which was a darker shade of blue then her skin. She teased her by going around the nipple but didn’t touch it Ororo wanted to drive her crazy. Ororo could feel Mystique’s hips jerking with her fingers, hear the heavy breathing and the woman had arched her back as a signal for Ororo to keep going. She figured she had kept her waiting long enough so Ororo started on the nipples. Her hand would roll, pinch and pull on one and her mouth would lick, suck and nibble on the other one. For Mystique she had closed her eyes enjoying this, all thought of allies and enemies went out of her head as she just wanted to enjoy the moment. “Oh yes! That’s it, fuck me! Fuck me! Shit this is good!” Ororo bit hard on her nipple and then with her fingers inside of her pussy she pressed hard on her g-spot and sent a slight bolt of electricity into it. “AHHHHHH!” Mystique screamed out but not really in pain. Her eyes popped open as she came harder then she had in years. Ororo felt her fingers nearly get crushed as the inner walls tightened up, not only that Mystique came so hard that she ejaculated her own fluids. Ororo had never seen someone cum so hard like that her entire hand was soaked. He pulled away leaving a panting Mystique there as she just enjoyed the aftermath of her orgasm. Storm stood over her and had to admit she was really turned on now. She brought her wet hand up to her face and smelled it and then tasted it. It wasn’t bad but she wiped it off on Mystique sweaty stomach, “Now then I think that since you got off and managed to screw Logan I think there is only one thing left?” The blue skinned woman opened her eyes and looked at Ororo wondering what she meant by that so Ororo smiled as she started to unbutton her blouse and pulled it off showing off the black lacy bra as she reached around to unclasp it. “I’m the only one that hasn’t gotten off yet and I think you’ll do.” Mystique watched as she took off the bra freeing those impressed large brown globes of flesh. She had to admit Storm was a very attractive woman although being enemies she hadn’t really thought about her in that way. But she was still a little overcome with her climax and saw the other woman pulling down her skirt and then her black thong panties. She could already see the small wetness there as well as the neatly tripped white hair. Ororo got up on the bed and placed her pussy over Mystique’s mouth, “Now since you fucked Logan you can fuck me, so suck me off.” She commanded and sat down on her face holding onto the headboard. Mystique could smell her arousal as she started to lick with her tongue on the outside of Ororo’s pussy lips. She could taste her excitement as the other woman would start to grind her hips into her mouth. Ororo used one hand to start pleasuring her breast as she rode Mystique’s face. Mystique had started small but she had certain tricks that no one else could do. She licked and sucked on Storm’s clit for a bit getting her nice and ready. Then she stuck her tongue in but she just didn’t use her normal tongue she managed to shift it a bit. It became longer, thicker and the texture changed as well making small bumps on it. “Oh Goddess!” Ororo gripped the headboard with both hands now as she felt that tongue although it certainly didn’t feel like one. It was like fucking a living dildo with those bump things on it. She had a plastic one herself but this was much better. It was alive and moved about stimulating her in a unique way. It was a safe bet she had never experienced anything like this before. She gripped the headboard harder as she rode it harder and faster. She worked herself up as Mystique tongue fucked her. After several minutes Ororo was sweating her long hair slightly damp as she was riding it faster and hard now. She was coming close to a climax she knew, she felt the tension like a coil winding up inside of her. Feeling that unique tongue reach in deep slamming into her cervix filling her up. “Oh…Oh…Ah…Augh…I’m…Oh Goddess!....I’m Cum…CUUMMMINNNG!” Storm screamed out as her juices flooded Mystique mouth. She eagerly lapped it up as the woman above her shuddered. Soon Ororo managed to detach herself from Mystique and laid down next to her. “Goddess that was nice.” “Nice?” Mystique felt a bit insulted by that, “What do you mean just nice?” Storm looked at her with a grin, “You’re good but not that good.” Mystique had made a living off of seducing people as well as bedding them like none other. Had this dry spell of hers made her lose her edge? She couldn’t believe this, and that had to be the best pussy eating there was no one could match her skills. She gritted her teeth and concentrated as much as she could morphing her hands. She managed to finally slip out of the cuffs and caught Storm by surprise as she got on top of the other woman. She gripped the other woman’s breasts in her hands tightly but not painfully and kissed her forcefully. Ororo was taken by complete surprised by all of this. When Mystique pulled away she looked up at her, “What are you doing!?” The red haired women grinned lustfully down at her with her yellow eyes. “Oh I’ll show you whose ‘nice’ in bed missy. By the end of this you’ll be begging for pussy and not even Logan will be able to satisfy you.” Ororo looked defiantly at her and surprised the other woman by reaching behind and gripping her blue ass, “I doubt that very much.” Mystique only leaned in closer, “Oh we’ll see just how sure you are,” and kissed her again sending her tongue into the other woman’s mouth. Logan came back after a thorough check of the hotel and even around the area. So far he didn’t pick up any other of Magneto’s people around either she was along or they were very good as hiding. He shrugged his shoulders and went to walk back to their room. He was still feeling pretty guilty with that thing with Mystique. He was thankful that his wife understood but still he felt lower then ever about any of this. He rode the elevator back up to their floor and walked the halls. He was wondering just what Storm was doing to Mystique, sure he knew how to break a person. But then again he’d seen what she was like when mad, you don’t really want to get on the bad side of someone that can drop a hurricane on you. He reached the door and unlocked and then walked in. He shut the door but then his senses were assaulted by something. There were two sets of moaning going on and the smell of female pheromones, the kind you’d only expect for sex as well as the scent of female ejaculation and sweat to make that smell of sex in the air. He moved quickly to the bedroom where it was coming from and the sight was one he never in his life would have thought of. On the floor were the remains of Ororo’s clothing and Mystique was free only she didn’t seem to want to go anywhere. Both ladies were naked and sitting on the bed holding themselves up with their hands behind them as they were both sweating and panting. They had each of their sexes pressed against each other as their hips moved grinding their clits together. “What the hell is this?” Logan asked the two of them. Mystique gave him a grin not even stopping while Ororo looked over her shoulder, “Well since you got a taste I figured fair was fair Logan,” she grinned at him. Logan wasn’t sure what to think of this, although in a strange why she did have a point in a way. Mystique looked to the growing sight of his arousal in his jeans. “Looks like he’s getting turned on by this,” in fact she had to admit it was kind of kinky to be screwing with her enemies she knew Magneto would be furious at this. But damn it she deserved to work off her tension. “What do you say big boy, think you can handle the two of us or is the big bad Wolverine not up to it.” Logan was taken aback by that, although he did admit two women at once was something most males thought of at some point. He looked to Ororo who smiled at him and gave him a challenging look to take up the other woman’s challenge. That only made Logan grin as he knew Ororo didn’t mind at all. He looked at the two of them and figured what the hell, you only live once. NEXT UP CHAPTER 14: NEW LESSONS Don’t worry there will be another scene later on with them as this will be a Logan/Mystique/Ororo chapter since I thought of expanding it later.

Chapter 17 - Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17: SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY Back in a familiar motel room a couple was just finishing up something was becoming of a regular thing between them. The place had scattered clothing around the floor and even on a few bits of furniture the couple of the bed which was rocking with the intensity that the couple was making. “Uh-uh-oh god yes! Harder! Do it harder! Oh god yes Remy like that! Oh yes!” Screamed out Rogue she was on her back with her legs locked around Gambit’s waist as he was thrusting his way in and out of her with vigour. They had just another little date and came back for some fun she could have brought him back to the mansion but they had more privacy here and besides there was something kind of a turn on of screwing someone you weren’t supposed to. They already had gone at it a few times and Remy was nearly his final climax. This was one hell of a girl, great body, nice to hang out with, a southern gal that had similar tastes and best of all one hell of a lay. “Almost there chere just a little bit more!” He grunted out gripping the sheets feeling her finger nails scratching up his back slightly. He hissed out and slammed into her making her cry out in passion. It wasn’t long until the frantic fucking caused them to orgasm, Rogue had it first arching her back and clamping down on the member inside of her trying to milk it dry as she cried out. Remy lasted a little longer taking a few more seconds of thrusting before he buried his face in her neck and stiffened, he felt himself released and groaned as he came. After a little panting by both Remy pulled out and rolled onto his back content on how things had gone. Rogue smirked as she rolled to her side and ran a hand over his well maintained body. “That was great sugar.” “Gambit aims to please.” He grinned at her. She smiled back and ran a hand down to the crotch and started to pull off the used up condom. She let it fall into the small waste basket near the head of the bead on the floor and reaching over his body as well. She took a moment to look at the bracelet she wore the power dampener that allowed her to feel. There was a small power meter and she frowned she would have to charge the damn thing that was the only drawback to it. Having to make sure it had a decent charge she usually left it off at night although since she started to sleep around she liked having a warm body pressed up against hers. Oh well she had a few more hours that was good enough to get back the mansion later. That was another thing ever since the last lessons things seemed to have gotten more erotic around there, couples were having fun together for instance she noticed Kurt and Amanda coming out of Jubilee’s room with Bobby and the smiles and the their appearance told her all she needed to know. Then there were a few games being played there had been a strip poker match and even a few playing naked twister she had actually joined in and found it very fun. Especially how the others tried to get someone to lose their footing that certain made it more interesting to play but now she was here with Gambit again and she couldn’t complain. Rogue smiled as she moved herself lower and started to lick his dick clean making him moan. She really had learned to like the taste of cum recently sure some girls didn’t like it, some could take it or leave it but she really was starting to get into it. It was just something that got her excited like how she learned she loved to be spanked or taken in the ass. Some people just got off in different ways and she was just now starting to learn what she really liked in her sex life. Remy laid back as she went to work he wasn’t surprised lately she had taken to cleaning him off as it were. He just hoped that he could keep up at this rate he would be shooting nothing but air. Although he wasn’t sure that was exactly possible at this rate he’d have nothing left. He had to admit this was the good life a nice girl on the side was what he was missing working with Magneto hell ever since working for that guy he had to wonder just often any of the others got laid. That would explain Sabertooth and his perpetual bad mood if he never got any. Pyro…well he didn’t want to know what that guy got off on. Then he thought of Piotr the only decent on in the bunch hell he was working for Magneto just to help his family out back home that made him even a better man then himself since Gambit was just there for the money and maybe to use this skills as a thief. As Rogue continued her ‘cleaning’ he was wondering when was the last time the only person he could call a friend even got lucky? He grinned looking at his girl maybe there was a way to help out with that. “Hey chere Remy has an idea he wants you to hear.” She pulled her mouth from his slightly erect penis licking her lips, “What is it?” She tilted her head interested in what he was thinking. “You got any girls you trust at de mansion? Cause I got dis nice friend Piotr that could use some ‘attention’ if you know what Remy means.” He gave her a lecherous grin and she smiled back knowing full well what he was talking about. “That’s Colossus the big guy right?” She asked him and he nodded. She thought about it he didn’t seem so bad in fact he was practically the ‘nice guy’ out of the Acolytes so finding a girl to do him might not be so hard especially how open things were getting back at the mansion. She’d need someone maybe single and she could trust. Kitty came to mind and Kitty did seem to like the older boys that were larger then her so she may like the idea. “Ah think ah know of someone, what’s the plan?” Later on Kitty herself was in her shared room after getting out of a shower. It had been an interesting morning that was for sure since Dani had chosen to wake her up in a very creative way mainly with an orgasm from her Dani’s face buried into her crotch. It was kind of nice sleeping with someone close to you at nice it was just a comfort thing well that and as close friends it was really nice. Made them feel a bit closer although they were in no way a ‘couple’ it was just for fun and comfort. They did like each other but last night they had a talk about what was going on and they agreed to not let things get too serious between them. Then there was a few more things she tried later on she had gone swimming that day and a thought hit her of something she always wanted to try. She always wanted to swim naked so she took off her bathing suit hell everyone had seen everyone naked anyway. Tabitha had said she was going the entire day without clothing wanting to try it out. She had been later joined by Sam who decided to try it out as well, then one thing led to another and she had to admit Dani was right he was a nice fuck. Then while going into the rec room there had been a few couples and she decided to join in hence the shower. She needed a little rest now anyway as she dried her hair feeling a bit more refreshed. There was a knock at her door, “Come in.” Rogue looked in and then entered the room closing the door, “Hey there Kit.” ”Like hi, where have you’ve been all morning?” Kitty asked her former roommate and one of her closest friends. “You got some guy stashed away?” She joked. “Actually yeah ah do,” She grinned at the look of surprise on Kitty’s face. “Remember Gambit? Well let’s just say that him and meh are kind of seein’ each other on the side.” “No way!” She was surprised but by the look on Rogue’s face she must like him, “How is he?” “Very good in fact ah was wondering if you will like to help us out.” “Three way?” Kitty tilted her head and she didn’t mind Gambit was kind of handsome after all and it was kind of nice with the whole bad boy thing. ”Not exactly we were wondering if you would like to go on a double date with us and his friend Piotr, you know Colossus?” Kitty thought about it and she hadn’t been on a real date in a long time plus from the few times she had met Piotr he seemed like a really good man. There was this gentleness about him despite his size and strength. Plus he sure was build like Conan built and she had always wondered two things if he was hung as well endowed as his size and just how much of his body turned to metal. She giggled a bit at that last part and to tell the truth it might be interesting. “I think I could go for it, I haven’t really dated since Lance and I broke up,” She sighed remembering that it hadn’t been nice since she had been going to college and he couldn’t see her as much. It just put a major strain on things with them and then all they did was fight. “Good ah’ll go tell Remy,” Rogue smiled as she went to find her phone and give him a call. Kitty now was looking at her closet hands on her hips looking at the assortment of clothing. “God…It’s been like a year…Just what am I going to wear? I don’t want to look slutty or too easy but she did want to look good and inviting after all if things went well she may find out those things about him that she was wondering about. ---That Night--- It had taken some convincing on his part but Gambit managed to talk Piotr into this the large man had been hesitant even shy actually and it wasn’t until Remy had to blackmail him into it given that Piotr owned him a favour and Remy was calling it in. The girls would pick them up apparently Rogue was borrowing Jean’s SUV for the night. They were waiting around in the mall parking lot they were going to see a nice film and were waiting for their dates. Remy still in his duster although he was in a nice red silk shirt and black leather pants while his taller friend was in jeans and a black t-shirt that even thought it was an XL still showed off his physical built and the fact Remy hadn’t told him who he was taking on this date only that Rogue had set this up. “I am not sure this is a good idea,” Piotr said worried. “Just give it a rest dis girls are nice and you’ll like’em just give it a chance. When was de last time you went out on a date?” Remy asked and when he didn’t answer right away he grinned, “Remy rests his case we’ll here dey are.” A white SUV pulled up and Rogue got out she was in a nice skirt with stockings but with a green top that was backless and connected to the back of her neck. She really liked showing off her skin now that she could touch. Kitty came out with a skirt of her own only this had a slit on it and she was wearing a pink blouse. Her hair wasn’t in the ponytail as it hung free down her back. Piotr had to admit she looked very cute, better then the last time he saw her. He remembered that day they were fighting Apocalypse she was very cute girl and seemed really nice. Now she was a bit more grown up and after a closer look she was a bit more then just cute. They went to the movies together and at one point both girls were cuddled up to their dates, Rogue and Remy were having a small make out session by the end of the film. After that they hit a club as Remy and Rogue tore up the floor, Piotr was a little self conscious at first but Kitty helped him out with that. She started slow and taught him some moves until he loosened up a bit and they had a great time. By the time they stopped Rogue and Remy were in the front of the SUV while Kitty and Piotr were in the back talking they found out that they really liked each other’s company. When Rogue stopped the SUV they were outside of the motel and the front couple got out Piotr was a little confused as to why they were here. “Remy why are we here?” He asked him as Kitty walked up beside him with a small smile. “De date is just going to be interesting,” He said back with an arm around Rogue’s waist and kissing her neck as he opened the room. Piotr eyes widened as he realized what this was and would have taken a step back before Kitty took his hand. “You don’t have to go you know, I liked my time tonight and to tell the truth you’re a really cute and sweet guy.” “T-thank you Katya but you don’t have to do this.” “Oh I know…I want to,” She reached up and kissed him on the mouth wrapping her arms around his large neck. “Don’t you find me attractive?” ”Of course I do but should we be doing this so soon?” He was pretty nervous about this he had never been that good with women like Gambit was it was one of the few things he was envious of about the other man he made it look so easy. ”Well we’re both adults right? Why can’t we have some fun and let me tell you that I really like you and I want us to spend the night in there.” She took his hand and gently led him into the room. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this maybe it was because he hadn’t had a woman in years hell he had only had sex a few times. When they got in there Remy and Rogue were already on the bed making out and he could see his hand up Rogue’s skirt most likely feeling her up there. His heart was hammering from both nervousness and from what was going on. Then he felt his pants go undone and looked down to see Kitty on her knees. “Why don’t I help you get into the mood a little?” She giggled and he had never had a girl do this before. Kitty looked so innocent but maybe she wasn’t as innocent as he thought. Kitty gently pulled down his boxers and she nearly gasped at the sight he sure was large and he wasn’t even hard yet. Kitty gently ran her hand over it making him jump a bit then she gently started to lick her tongue over it. She started to work on it until she saw it start to grow and grow by the time it was fully grown it was defiantly the largest penis she had ever seen. Kitty opened up wide as she slowly started to work it into her mouth making Piotr moan in pleasure. Kitty had to work hard just to get part of it into her mouth it would take some time to get it further in or deep throat it so she used one hand to cup his balls as her other hand worked on the shaft. On the bed Remy was already had taken off Rogue’s skirt and her panties but he left on her stocking and garter belt she looked sexy in that. His shirt was off as he kissed her inner thighs and worked his way to her lower lips. He grinned as his hands caressed her thighs as his mouth went to work on her vagina. Rogue gasped and arched her back running her hands thought his hair. “Oh god yes…That feels so god sugar that’s the spot. Oh! Yes right there! Ohhhh god that tongue of yours it so nice.” She felt his tongut probe her labia lips and into her body. He would run it over the sensitive flesh, suck on her clit, send his tongue deep inside of her and changed it up he also would put a lot of passion into it as well. The only person she knew who how to eat a woman out so good was another woman but Remy was damn good most likely the best man she knew who could eat a woman out. Soon her pants turned to gasps she gripped her hands tighter onto his head forcing him deeper into her. She thrusts her hips into his face her body getting hot as she was nearly her orgasm. She felt herself peaking and when she did she arched her back crying out his name as Remy started to lap up her juices. Kitty meanwhile was working Piotr close to his own orgasm, his hands on her head his hips moving slightly his eyes closer muttering in Russian. He had never felt anything like this and was totally lost in her mouth he didn’t notice that Kitty had a hand under her skirt now pleasuring herself as she sucked on his long, thick and hard cock. She pulled out of him and looked up as he looked down at her. She smiled as she got up and pushed him against the bed. “You go and put something on that while I get ready for the main event,” She smiled as she slowly started to strip off her clothing for him. He pulled off his shirt and was wondering what she meant when a condom wrapper hit his leg and he suddenly knew what she had meant. He looked over to see that Gambit threw it to him as Rogue who was on her hands on knees on the bed was opening one for him. He was naked now behind her kissing up her back and caressing the pale flesh his hands went to her very generous breasts making Rogue moan a bit. He took the package and while opening it watched as Kitty started a little strip tease for him. She moved with grace as her hands would run over her petite body and Piotr was never one for lush but at the moment Kitty was making him feel that and perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all. She gently slipped off her top by actually phasing it through her body and he could see her frilly hot pink bra she had on. He slipped on the condom which was a tight fit and didn’t go down all the way but it should still work at least he hoped it would. She pulled down her skirt showing a nice little panty as well that matched the bra. She smiled as she placed her hands over her chest and she phased her body so the bra to the floor and she slowly lowered her hands. “Do you like what you see?” “Da…You are…very beautiful,” He said looking at her form. She pulled down her panties and walked over to him sitting on his lap his dick resting between the slit of her vagina. “Really? I know I’m not as…Full figured as some girls.” She looked at Rogue. “Oh god yes you know how to fuck meh so right,” Rogue moaned as Remy was screwing her from behind his hands on her hips her breasts swaying with each thrust. Remy grinned as he thrust himself into his girl she always felt great and he had to admit she really was into sex. “I prefer my women to be more…well more like you honestly,” Piotr told her and that pulled her back to him and she smiled. She kissed him fully on the lips as his hands went to caress her back he then started to attack her neck muttering words in Russian she had no idea what he was saying but it sounded very nice. She ran her hands over his chest and he was hard as steel just as the thick member she was riding and it was making her very hot. She always had this fantasy of being taken by one of those barbarian types, large muscular men that would ravage her body. She shivered as she thought of herself under Piotr with him hammering that monster inside of her. “Oh god I need you now.” She whispered into his ear. He needed her as well he gripped her nice tight little ass and lifted her up and lined her up with his dick, Kitty prepared herself as she was slowly lowered onto it. She gripped his shoulders as she eased herself onto it. “Oh god Rogue you gotta try this! He’s stretching me out like you wouldn’t believe-Oh god yes!” “Oh Katya…you are so tight!” He felt himself slowly pushing into her tight body and it was amazing she was just incredible. He just kept pushing himself into her body and he leaned forward to start sucking on one of her little nipples making her moan and gasp some more. Rogue looked over from where she was and she had to admit maybe a little switching around may be good but first she wanted to feel Gambit cum in her pussy and make her orgasm he was learning fast just want drove her nuts like those kissing up her spine and how his hands massaged her breast, playing with her nipples as another hand went to her clit and played with that as well. She looked over and saw Kitty crying out as she was riding his lap and from the looks of it she was really enjoying herself. Kitty felt more stretched then ever as she felt she was close to the maximum her body could take. It was exactly like how Jean and Scott said about how pleasure and pain could mix together. Kitty sank all the way down taking him directly into her womb it seemed to her feeling this was making her eyes roll up in the back of her head. She kept riding him until she arched back with a scream, Piotr thought he hurt her but then he felt her tighten up even more he didn’t think it was possible. He was nearly stuck as her body tried to milk him and he leaned forward burying himself into her chest crying out her name as he felt himself cum. He fell back onto the bed Kitty fell forward planting her hands on his chest breathing hard. “Oh god…that was intense.” “AWWWW!” Kitty turned to see Rogue had just orgasmed with Gambit thrusting hard with a loud groan guessing he just cam as well. For a moment they all took a breather as Rogue looked at Piotr and then to Remy as she got an idea, “Hey there sugar you want to switch a little?” Remy looked at Kitty little body and he had to admit there was just something about her tight little form that was appealing. “Remy is game if you are? What about you two?” Piotr was surprised by this but Kitty kissed his cheek and smiled at him, “Hey we got all night to have fun and besides I think it’s only fair you share that gift you got between your legs there.” She giggled as she got off him and to Gambit. He watched as Kitty started to kiss along Remy’s athletic form but then Rogue got on top of him and smiled with a lustful look in her eyes as she kissed him. It was different then Kitty’s kiss and as he reached up feeling her full breasts he could tell it was going to be a different experience then with Kitty. The four of them spent the rest of the night playing around with each other. Sometimes switching partners as well again, Rogue actually managed to take Piotr up her ass once although she was in both pleasure and pain thankfully they had been in a sitting position and Kitty had been eating her pussy out as Gambit bad been fucking her from behind. Kitty had been on her back with her legs over Gambit’s shoulders and he plowed into her body making her moan with lust. Rogue used her breasts to give Piotr a nice little tit fuck sucking on the head as she did it. Rogue and Kitty gave a little girl on girl show for the boys, they even had a little game on who could suck their man off the fastest and the boys to who could eat out the girl to orgasm first as well. Rogue and Gambit won those games but even the losers had nothing to complain about. Rogue was on her side watching Kitty ride Piotr one last time as she was crying out and she could believe it Colossus was defiantly a name worth of him. That dick of his could break a girl if he wasn’t careful and she also couldn’t believe Kitty had asked him to turn all metal not only did that increase his size but she just knew that his dick was even bigger. Hence Kitty’s screaming although not totally in pain more in pleasure and lust. Rogue felt lips on her shoulder as Remy was behind her she could feel his hard body behind her, sure Piotr had a largest dick but Gambit sure knew how to use his and it wasn’t like he was lacking in the size department either. She smirked as he reached her neck. “How long do you think they can go?” “Hmmmm…This is their last time hands down.” She moaned a little as he reached her neck a hand caressing her stomach. “God you’re not wanting another round are ya? I can’t take another one.” Her ass and pussy were aching now in a pleasant way though but still her pussy lips were all red. “Non just want to enjoy you close to me,” He said to her making her smile. “Oh god-oh god-oh GOD! Oh Piotr you’re…You’re so deep…stretching me out so much…Oh God I love this!” She cried out feeling his metal dick inside of her it was all the way in going into her inner depths further than any man’s penis has gone before. “Oh Katya! I…I’m going to cum!” He grunted as he shot his load up into her. Kitty arched her back letter her small breasts pock out as she cried out feeling him actually pulse inside of her was the last thing she needed as she came herself. “Oh-oh god-oh god that was-that was…” She said gasping. Piotr groaned turning back into his normal form as Kitty felt him shrink a bit inside of her. She slowly pulled out she knew she’d be sore tomorrow hell she was sore now but damn it was worth it. She fell down onto him gasping too tired to really move. “Oh my god Piotr…” He knew exactly what she meant this was a night he would remember for the rest of his life. He had never been involved in anything like this but he wasn’t complaining at all. “You think we can do this again?” He smiled down as she cuddled up to him resting herself on his massive chest. “I would love that.” NEXT UP CHAPTER 18: FINAL EXAM

Chapter 15 - Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15: NEW LESSONS PART 2 Danielle was lead to a wooden stock by Jean tugging on her collar, “Now Dani I sense that you love being bound and used is that correct?” ”Yes Mistress,” Dani said to her starting to feel a bit turned on. She never knew she had this side to her but she found out she loved this kind of stuff. There was just something about it that spoke to her and she couldn’t wait until what would happen. “Then you’ll get your wish,” Jean tugged on the lease and made her walk forward, “Get into place slave.” Danielle placed her head and wrists into the grooves and Jean placed the other piece of wood down locking her in place. “But to add to this I think a little mystery is in order.” Jean placed a blind fold over her eyes and now Dani was in complete darkness. She could hear the sounds of the others going through various sexual acts, the cool air on her naked flesh she had no idea how long they were making her wait. And she knew they were making her wait as well then she jumped as someone rubbed her ass gently caressing it. Then there was a hot and wet sensation on her pussy lips that she soon realized was a tongue. She moaned a bit feeling whoever it was very good. She enjoyed whoever was preparing her and after a few moment her breathing was increasing and she felt ready to cum. But then whoever it was stopped and Dani gave a small whimper in protest. She felt a hand caress her back as she felt a new pressure at her lips knowing it was s dick being pushed inside of her. She groaned feeling whoever it was slowly going inside of her and moving it around trying to hit and find her sensitive areas. When it was all in there the man stayed still running his hands over her back gently and then her ass. She tried to get him to move but her motion was limited by the stocks she was in. Thankfully whoever it was started a nice and slow fuck feeling her out. She moaned feeling whoever it was move inside of her she let her head drop enjoying the sensation without moving or seeing she focused a bit more on the sensations she was feeling. When he hit that certain spot she gasped and then he hit it again making her cry out slightly as he nailed her right where she liked it. Her mysterious partner was very methodical as he moved into her body feeling the hands knead her ass. Then a hand went under her and touched her clit making her gasp. Whoever this was still wasn’t talking but she heard him grunt and moan but she couldn’t place it and it might even be someone she hadn’t taken into her body yet. But then that hand reached down to her clit again and started to massage it, twist it, stroke it and do all sorts of things to the sensitive flesh. Dani was now trying her best to buck her hips back closing her eyes moaning as her phantom lover used her body in an almost loving way. Then a hand left her hips and she felt the flesh of an arm pass her ribs as another hand gripped one of her dangling breasts kneading it. “Oh yes,” She muttered out feeling the hand caress it and the fingers moving over it. She felt those fingers on one of her dark nipples and trailing around the areola teasing it and then taking her nipple and started to play with that her mysterious sex partner was really playing with her body well she felt the heat inside of her rising up and the tightening inside of her as she was getting close to her orgasm. “Ohhh…Oh god…ughhhh…almost…oh dear spirits…I’m…I’m going to…Ahhhh!” She moaned out as her body shook from her orgasm she felt herself tightening up around the member inside of her body and the man behind her grunted as he thrust his hips into her as he came. Dani was panting a bit as he pulled out and gave her ass a playful smack on her ass. Scott grinned down at Dani and then picked another boy to take his place he wanted to see how mush she could take and maybe a little later she could start using that mouth of hers on the boys and the girls that wanted her to eat them out. Jean was now leading both Tabitha and Roberto on leashes and led them to the center of the room. By now Scott was teaching a few others as they were experimenting. X23 was there and she looked like she was enjoying the pain part of it no surprise given her healing powers made anything heal over quickly. Others seemed to be getting off on the control or being controlled. The red head smiled as she led the two to a table, “I want you both to bend over it now and don’t move.” Tabby and did as they were told as Jean got leather spanking paddle from the wall. She remembered Scott using this on her the first time it was perfect for what she had in mind she also saw one item she hadn’t had the chance to use yet. They had added a few new ‘toys’ to this program given how many people were in this and a wicked smile crossed her lips. She took that down and set it aside for later, “Now then it’s time for your punishment I want you to count off and say ‘For Mistress’ after each one.” Then Jean waited a bit letting them tense up waiting for whatever the blow would be. She brought it down on Roberto’s ass first he gave a small yelp before speaking, “One for Mistress!” She did the same for Tabitha as she jumped a bit saying the same words. Jean had a bit of fun making it random sometimes giving one of them two swats before going to the other to give them one, two or even three blows. She didn’t want them to know what was coming. By the time they got to twenty their asses were red but the skin wasn’t broken. Jean was already feeling her wetness between her legs from everything that was going on with all the sexual energy and thoughts in this room it was hard not to pick up certain things. So it was understandable that she was horny as hell at the moment and needed a way to satisfy it. “Tabitha sit on the ground.” Tabby stood up and tried to sit it was a bit hard as her ass was red and sore so but the coldness of the floor was helping a little. Jean told Roberto to lay down and he nearly hesitated for the same reasons as how it was hard for Tabby to sit still on her ass. But given that he knew Jean would offer another punishment he got onto his back on the cold metal table they had been on. All around them where the sounds or cries of sex and the smell of it was starting to hit the air as well. He guessed the Danger Room would smell of sex for a few days after this. “Now then I think it’s time I got some release but you seemed to be a little limp,” Jean traced her hand over his sex organ and smiled at him. “But I can fix that.” She pent down and too his partially erect dick into her mouth and he groaned. Every guy at the mansion at one time or another had fantasized about either fucking Jean or having her go down on them like this. Now he was going to get both he hoped and boy was she ever good. Her tongue would dance around the skin as she would lick and suck him in different ways. Damn she was really good at this and it didn’t take him long to get hard from her mouth. Jean gave him a lustful look giving him one final slow lick up the shaft to the tip and then licked her lips. He watched as she got on top of him and he was eager the pain in his ass was well worth this as he felt her sheath herself into him. ‘Damn she’s got a great pussy.’ “Why thank you Roberto,” She smiled at him hearing that thought. She started up slow moving her hands over his chest. He wasn’t a bad fit although she still preferred Scott since he also knew her body better then anyone but this was still nice. Roberto moaned as he ran his hands over her thighs she had great legs and the outfit she wore really showed that. But his eyes were drawn up to her big breasts with the dark pink tips, they bounced and moved so well with her body that he couldn’t help but reach up and start to fondle and knead the flesh. And boy they felt just as great as he had thought they would. He knew that Scott was lucky to get this girl in bed all the time as Jean started to ride him. She ran her hands over his chest and started to drag her nails over his flesh just enough to leave small red marks not enough to break the skin. Roberto hissed as she did it but was strangely turned on by it as he continued to pump up into her with a bit more vigour as she did this. After awhile Jean smirked as she felt he was about to cum but he would find that wouldn’t be as easy as he thought. She used her powers just a little to make a block in his body mainly where the sperm traveled through his dick. He wouldn’t be able to feel it until he was climaxing and from the way he was thrusting he wasn’t far off. “Uh-uh-oh yeah-I’m going to cum-I can’ wait to fucking cum in you-uh-argh-here it comes,” He said thrusting up as she continued to ride his prick. He felt himself cum but something was wrong the pressure was only building in his dick. “What the fuck!?” “Sorry slave but I didn’t give you permission to cum yet,” She told him riding him harder now getting closer to her own release. Roberto however cried out in mixed pleasure and pain his dick felt like it was going to explode he wanted to cum so badly that it was nearly painful. He tried to get his release but he was stuck. “Oh god please Jean -I mean please Mistress…Let me cum…I need to cum!” He begged her but she just kept on riding him when she was both close to her climax and when she was sure he couldn’t take anymore she felt he had enough. “Then cum slave!” She cried out and released her powers, his sperm shot out of his body as he gave a long and loud moan as his balls emptied themselves out. He was totally drained after that it felt like all the sperm and energy in his body had been sucked right out. After all of that he just laid back nearly passing out from finally being able to release. He felt drained, his dick was a little sore but he had this feeling of totally bliss after words from it. Unfortunately he wasn’t sure he would be able to walk soon as he was too tired to move. Jean got off him leaving him to recover and walked over to Tabitha she had been sitting watching this was kind of exciting. “Eat me out,” Jean commanded her and Tabitha got onto her knees and started to lick tasting the mixed juices there. Jean smiled and held her face there to her crotch she had been holding back all of Roberto’s sperm with her powers making a small shield in her body to hold it all and when Tabitha opened up wide Jean pushed it all out. Tabitha suddenly had a lot of sperm sent into her mouth she was so surprised she nearly coughed but Jean held her in place and swallowed it up. Jean made the blond clean her up nicely and then let her head go. “Good now I want to try something out with you Tabby I’m going to break in a new toy will you like that?” “Yes Mistress,” Tabitha said licking her lips eager to take up the challenge. She watched and Jean reached out with an arm and a strap on dildo floated to her. This would be something new Tabitha thought as she watched the red head put on the device. “Now suck it Tabitha I want you to coat it up nicely.” Boom-Boom got to her knees and started to suck it off like it was real. Tabitha was a bit more aggressive when it came to this but Jean didn’t mind although she did get a slight shiver of pleasure as this seemed to be designed to press up against her clit when it was pushed. Tabitha worked her mouth all over the plastic dick coating it in her saliva. Jean decided to held Tabitha out in getting ready and with her powers made it feel like hands were caressing all over the blonde’s body. Tabby moaned onto the fake cock feeling her muscles being massaged, her breasts being kneaded, her clit and nipples being played with and her vaginal lips caressed. It was a very surreal and intense experience for her and she only worked the cock in her mouth with more force as she gripped Jean’s ass kneading it with her hands. When Jean was satisfied she commanded Tabitha to stop she gave a small whimper of disappointment but Jean told her to get on all fours. Tabitha waited and felt the tip of the dick slid over her slit she gave a soft moan lowering her head feeling it rub there. It left and then she winced feeling Jean part her ass cheeks and before she knew it the fake dick was placed on the sphincter of her ass. She tried to relax after all she had it in the ass a few times and the strap on wasn’t too big. Tabitha groaned feeling it enter her ass stretching the flesh. Jean held her hips as she slowly worked the cock in and then pulled out and then back in. She started off slow seeing the red flesh there by her hands and when Jean felt that Tabby was ready she thrust a bit more forcefully. Tabitha gave a small whimper as Jean’s hips smacked into the tender flesh of her ass. Now Tabitha got what her full punishment was as the stinging pain of Jean’s hips against her sensitive flesh mixed in with the anal penetration. “Uh-ugh-uh-ah-fuck!-uh,” Tabitha grunted with each stinging thrust into her body. Jean smirked as an idea came into her mind again she was starting to think up some very interesting uses for her powers lately and al this experimenting might have been a good idea. She was really getting a lot more practice in with them and still getting off sexually. Jean closed her eyes as she started to link her mind with Tabitha’s for a moment she felt nothing and then the filling sensation in her ass with the slight pain was felt. Tabitha wasn’t sure what was happening at first it was like she became more sensitive like everything just suddenly became twice as potent. It took a bit when she felt a moan I her mind that Jean was in her head. She grinned as was feeling Jean’s pleasure as well as her own. But Jean didn’t stop there with her mind she started to caress Tabitha’s body and her own with her powers making invisible ‘hands’ massage muscles, breasts, clits and shoulders. Both girls were moaning out loudly feeling each other’s pleasure getting lost in their own world. Jean had linked up minds with Scott and it always made their pleasure increase ten fold but she hadn’t tried it with another woman before. It was strange feeling how Tabitha got pleasure in different ways and yet it still felt great. Jean tried to keep her focus shutting out the entire world as their bodies became slick with sweat. She closed her eyes and made a TK shaped phallic that entered into Tabitha, the blonde’s head snapped up as she cried out in rapture. Jean experimented with the width stretching the girl out in the inside she knew that Tabby had Amara’s hand up in her so she was really flexible in there. She would probe all the different areas hitting spots there weren’t possible normally. Tabitha thrust back wildly crying out as Jean was hitting all her sensitive areas plus the pleasure she got form Jean was a unique experience. “Oh god Jean-Mistress, whatever the fuck you want me to call you! Oh shit! Don’t stop! Fuck! Fuck me uhhh! Ohhhh! Fuck meeeee goooodddd! OH!” Boom-Boom cried out closing her eyes. Jean was moaning loudly holding onto Tabitha’s waist tightly bucking her hips in a near frantic pace. It was nearly a stimulus overload when the two girls climaxed each one feeling the other’s orgasm on top of their own. Tabitha tensed up as she came so hard the juices actually squirted out of her vagina onto the floor. She fell face down her ass still up gasping for breath. Jean was also wiped out from the backlash of pleasure her mane of hair was slick and plastered over her face and body. She gently pulled out of Tabitha to catch her own breath like the other girl laying there in front of her. Jean laid down on her back just trying to slow her heart rate down it was hammering like it did after god sex. She looked and smiled seeing the others starting to really get into things. Meanwhile a few of the others were starting to get into things one of them Amara was in a thong, high heel boots and nothing else but a riding crop walked up to Bobby with a grin on her face. It was time for to give Bobby some payback for that little ice trick of his on her. “On your knees slave,” She told him and there was a moment he was contemplating not doing it but after seeing the punishments the others got maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. So he went on his knees and she smile sticking out a boot to him, “Lick it until it shines slave.” She was really getting off on the power trip she hadn’t felt like this since she was back home. She watched as Bobby started to like her boots and she was wondering on how to properly pay him back when she spotted a few of the candles that were decorating the room and she got a large grin on her face. “That’s enough go lay down,” She told him pointing to a table with straps on it and went to get a couple of them lighting them with her powers and bringing them back. Bobby saw them and wasn’t sure what the hell she was going to do with those. She grinned as she set them down and slowly started to put on shackles onto this writs and ankles. She never really noticed but Bobby had a nice body as she glided her hands over it. Years of training had really done him well as she caressed his body she was starting to see why Jubilee liked him that and the nice dick that was growing to erection too but she knew that first hand. Bobby groaned a bit as she was feeling around his body he had never thought of this kind of stuff for sex but he had to admit she looked damn sexy in that gear and he was took a look a Jubilee. She was in stocking with a leather garter belt and corset that pushed up on her beast and he kind of hoped she could keep that for later. She felt Amara grab his dick a little too tightly causing him to hiss out in pain as he looked up at her disapproving face, “Eyes on me and no one else understand?” “Yes.” He nodded but then she squeezed a bit tighter, “Yes Mistress.” He quickly covered up. She smiled and let it go as she started to gently caress it now feeling it twitch and pulse with his hart rate. Bobby was surprised when she actually stared to lick over his body she stared with his thigh and slowly moved around it and continued to caress his muscles. He groaned feeling her tongue it was really hot but then again he learned that her body heated up a bit. How her skin was always warm most likely because of her powers. Amara crawled on top of him licking up his abs and to his chest, she was glad that he didn’t have much body hair she didn’t like a lot of that. She preferred smooth skin as she made her way up to his neck. She grinned as it was nice having the power this time around with him helpless below her. Amara moved on down as she stared to lick his erect dick slowly moving her tongue over the shaft hearing him groan. She took the tip into her mouth and sucked it gently as she slowly started to bob her head up and down it taking it deeper an inch at a time. She felt him move wanting to jerk his hips but she didn’t want him to cum this way. She stopped letting him rest up a bit as she got off him. She grinned as she slowly removed the thong as it was now time for her own fun. Amara got onto the table again and took hold of his dick as she lined it up and slowly sank onto it she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of him entering her. Bobby too was enjoying it as she had a nice hot and tight cunt but Jubilee was tighter although Amara did have an exotic beauty to her as he watched her sink down. He looked over her tanned skin, her slim figure and firm breasts with the dark brown tips. He saw her grin as she wasn’t moving yet and wondered why. Then he saw her moving her hips but reaching for a candle he had a confused look but then she tipped it as the hot wax fell onto his chest. “Ow! Shit that’s hot!” “It’s supposed to be you have me that ice prink of yours so now it’s my turn.” Amara grinned as she flexed the muscles inside of her body to tighten up around his dick and started moving. Slowly rising up and gripping him and then releasing as she sat down only to tighten again. Amara would pour hot wax onto his flesh at random times. It was an odd mix for Bobby feeling her ride him was great as he tried to jerk his hips up to meet her as much as he could lift off the table and then there was the hot wax making him cry out. It was hot but quickly cooled off, Amara was timing the wax when she would grip his dick mixing the intense pleasure with the short pain of the wax. He started out curing and groaning as she started to pick up the pace. Amara was fully turned on as she was really liking this she was used to having people obey her and having total control was like fitting on an old glove to her. Not to mention that Bobby was a nice fuck as well she had already slept with a few of the other boys and they weren’t bad although that experience with Bobby with his ice powers had been something that she hadn’t duplicated. She was wondering if she could talk to Jubilee into letting her fuck him now and then and if she wanted her as well. The though was kind of a turn on remembering how well the first time was but maybe next time Jubilee could be the one tied to the bed. She started to ride him more harder now feeling his dick starting to hit her g-spot as she moved her hips to hit it just the right way. She kept up with the wax as much as she could but soon put the candles down and placed her hands on his chest as she started to cry out as she was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. “Oh yes! Ahhhh! Fuck me slave! Fuck your Princess! Fill me with that cock of yours, fuck me harder!” She cried out at him hearing her flesh smack against his. Bobby only grunted as she thrust up as hard as he was able to do. He saw her hair flying all over the place her breasts moving with each bounce her hands on his chest were heating up and the wax was starting to heat up again and melt. She gritted his teeth caught between the heat and the pleasure. Soon Amara was frantically riding him throwing her head back screaming out as she was nearing her climax. “Oh yes! Oh gods yes! I’m almost there! Oh by the gods this feels…so…fucking…AHHHHHH!” She screamed out as her body started to shake from her orgasm. Bobby felt her tighten up around him and that was it for him as he blew his load. He took a breather as Amara was sitting on him panting and sweating from the heat of her body with a satisfied smile on her face. Now they were even. The rest of the class was very enjoyable as everyone took turns in the roles. Jean and Scott were taking a break watching the others. Dani was still in the stocks not wanting out right now there were an army of Jamies all lined up one of them fucking her from behind alternating with her pussy or ass while others went to her mouth. She got a break now and then for water and a rest but she was back up for it although with all the fucking she would most likely pass out soon. Jean was keeping on eye on that just in case that happened. The others were in high spirits as Laura loved the mixed pain/pleasure sensations she was getting. Her body healed fast enough to take any kind of abuse they could dish out. Currently she was on her back with Ray blowing into her while he pinched and tugged on her nipples giving them electrical charges at various amps. Kurt was in the role of slave as he was on his knees servicing Amanda who had Kitty behind her massaging the dark girl’s larger breasts. There were other such scenes going on and both of them felt that this class was a success. NEXT UP CHAPTER 16: HONEYMOON SURPRISE FINALLY It’s the final part of the honeymoon this time it’s fully Logan/Ororo/Mystique.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The New Suit

Disclaimer: I don’t own Ultimate Spider-Man or anything about it or the characters. This is an adult fic that should not be read by anyone under 18. Just so you know this is just a unique twist to things and no I don’t condone rape. Also remember that the chemicals have an effect on the human body when you read this as I try to explain certain things as to why it happens. (You’ll see I didn’t want to spoil things) I also try to spell check but I do tend to miss a few things.   This story contains consensual sex, non-soncensual, mind control (to a degree), M/F, M/M/F, M/F/F, F/F, oral, anal, Preg.   Spider-Man: Dark Urges   Chapter 1: The New Suit   Peter never felt better in his entire life; he was jumping over buildings like they were nothing. His entire body felt alive and stronger than ever before. After he had found that tape of his family and of the Brocks he had looked up Eddie Brock an older boy that he had apparently been friends with. Well he met him to catch up and to bring him the tape with their parents on it. It was then that while getting their old friendship off the ground Eddie showed him something that would change his life.   It was a living bio suit that their fathers made to be the cure for cancer. Peter had snuck back in and taken a bit of it to study himself but a small piece touched his skin. He had freaked out at first as it grew over him and the next thing he knew he was in a totally black suit.   That had been a few hours ago and now he had learned that the suit was responding to his mental commands. He made a white spider design on his chest and he found it made its own type of webbing. It was amazing stuff and best yet it seemed to be making him stronger and faster too. He always knew his dad was a genius but this went beyond anything he expected. Peter felt free as a bird as he fell from the sky letting the wind pass him by, through the suit he could feel it all like it was against his skin. Then he fired a web line and soared back up through the air.   Nothing seemed to bring him down, not how the city was against him, or how Gwen thought that Spider-Man killed her father, not MJ breaking up with him. For once all his problems seemed to be miles away and he was glad for the peace. Peter took his new suit for a test drive to see what it could really do.   That was when he found heard the gun shots and the scream. He grinned under his mask as he quickly got to the area of the shooting and saw a group of masked men taking a limo. He thought he heard some woman screaming too. Well this was just what the doctor ordered as she swung on down and landed right on the hood of the car staring into the window.   “Can I see your license and registration please?” He asked them, he saw a few of them and then he noticed the woman. It was this pop singer he had seen, she was okay music wise but damn she was hot, hell he couldn’t help but notice that now for some reason. Spider sense kicked in and he moved to avoid the rapid fire of one of the kidnappers weapons.   “Oh so that’s how you want to play is it?” He flipped himself around and with his hands sticking to the car he dropped kicked the driver and took over the wheel. He heard them yelling at him and trying to shoot him. Why they wanted to shoot the only driver he didn’t understand, but then again these guys just didn’t seem to be the smartest guys around. He dodged another shot and web snagged a couple of the weapons very easily.   “Now if you can’t play nice with those then you can’t play at all.” He yanked the weapons out of their hand while still trying to drive. Which was hard given he had never drove anything in his life, oh well he figured that there was a first time for anything. It didn’t last much longer after that, he fought off the kidnappers, and had to web that woman’s mouth up, she sure had a pair of strong lungs on her. Plus one hell of a rack to go with it.   He avoided colliding the limo into a school bus and not just any bus but his own of all things. He also thought he caught a glimpse of MJ there. Well anyway he save the day and the bad guys were beaten, he apologized for the webbing her mouth up as he removed it although she didn’t seem to mind. In fact she was grateful for him saving her life.   He still had trouble taking his eyes off her, he felt his blood pumping for some reason but before it could go any further some cop tried to arrest him...again. He was so fed up with this kind of stuff that he just took off. He had a few other run ins, Shocker again and he caught some guy that shot some poor guy in front of his family. He kicked the hell out of him but left him alive for the cops, he felt a bit better about that at least the guy wouldn’t be in intensive care although he knew the guy most likely would have deserved that.   -Parker Home-   It was getting late at this time although Peter was still having troubles. Ever since he saved that hot pop star he couldn’t get relaxed it was like he was in a near constant state of being half aroused or something. Like he had just watched part of a porno or something and not finished. He had even gone into the bathroom and started to imagine things like that pop star naked, then other girls too. Black Widow, the X-Men women, Sue Storm, MJ and even Gwen. He easily got hard as he started to jerk himself off into the toilet, eventually he came but he felt unfulfilled.   Hell he was still hard for some reason and that never usually happened, he took his dick and started to stroke again to see if he could cum again and maybe that would get rid of it. He thought of things like Black Cat on her knees with those large breasts exposed and his dick in her mouth with her moaning around it. He thought of Gwen and MJ totally naked and fondling each other and kissing each other, he even though of Liz with only socks and a very short skirt that allowed him to see her pussy.   He closed his eyes wondering what it would be like to push into those girls, to feel his dick inside of them. He grunted feeling his cum shoot out again into the toilet and he looked down and was dismayed to see that he was still hard. He couldn’t believe this, it was like he was super backed up with cum and just couldn’t get rid of it. “I swore those were aspirin we had and not Viagra.” He muttered to himself.   “Hey Peter you in there?” Gwen’s voice called out as she banged on the door.   “Fuck!” He hissed out and quickly pulled up his pants and cleaned up any evidence. “Just a second!” He flushed the toilet and washed his hands before opening the door.   There stood Gwen in only a large t-shirt, the sexy young blonde was the kind of girl most boys dream about. Peter’s aunt took her in when Gwen’s mother ditched her and they had been close, almost like a family since then, maybe even like a sister. But at that moment Peter didn’t see Gwen as a ‘sister’, he suddenly saw him bending her over the sink and sinking his dick into her from behind.   He quickly shoved that aside, ‘What the fuck is happening to me?’ he wondered he never had thoughts like that.   “So you done with the bathroom?” Gwen asked him.   “Huh? Oh yeah sure it’s all yours.” He stepped out as she got inside of it. Peter watched her as the door closed and wished he had taken a cold shower. He went to his room and changed, putting on a pair of sweat pants and a wife beater shirt but he couldn’t get to sleep. It didn’t help that he had a hard on and imaged of Gwen in that shirt, her legs bare and the fact her room was only a few feet away.   “Fuck!” He muttered putting the pillow over his face. “What the hell is going on? I mean sure every guy has gotten like this before but this is nuts. It’s like I’ve been injected with freaking testosterone or something. And why can’t I stop thinking of Gwen?”   He sighed and tried to sleep but he was totally restless. He looked at his hand and thought of the suit, the black substance grew, he had learned that he could somehow call back the suit. Was this what was causing him to act like this? He never did run any tests on this thing yet and he should have known that there had to be something wrong with it. It was just his luck if the suit was doing this to him.   He got off his bed and to his desk, he pulled out a drawer and took out a dish for specimens. He mentally commanded a piece of it to fill the glass disk. He placed it away and sealed it up, he would look at it tomorrow morning. He thought about going to the kitchen to get something to drink or eat, maybe that would take his mind off it. He got into the hall and noticed Gwen’s door was slightly open, he shrugged and moved on when he heard some whimpering from the room.   He stopped and took a look inside, he could make out Gwen’s form on her bed twisting around but he couldn’t make out what she was saying but it was obvious she was having a nightmare. He got into her room and closed her door not to wake his aunt up. He crossed over to her and gently shook Gwen.   “Gwen it’s me are you okay?”   Gwen bolted up looking around frantic, not knowing where she was at first. “Gwen it’s me Peter, you were having a nightmare.”   Gwen could make out Peter now and then the nightmare came back, it was her father dying. She had watched as her father was shot and he died in her arms and she tried everything but she couldn’t do anything to save him. “P-Peter?” She slightly chocked out and just threw her arms around him hugging him.   Peter was caught off guard and hugged her back, he knew what she was going through better than anyone. He held her as she cried a bit at first but after a bit she just wanted to be held. Just for someone to be there for her and Peter was the nicest guy she ever met. She felt safe in his arms at this moment and she could see what MJ had seen in him, too bad she didn’t understand why she would just dump a guy like Peter for no real reason. It just didn’t make any sense to her and she knew that there had to be something they weren’t speaking about.   Peter on the other hand was trying to control himself. At first it was good but holding her here like this, feeling her breasts press up against him, the smell of her hair, the feel of her soft skin. He had to have her, it was like a hammering in his skull of ‘taker her, taker her, take her’ over and over. The thing was he felt he could, he was single she was single and what was to stop them?   Gwen eventually pulled back a little smiling feeling a little embarrassed. “Thanks Peter I...I guess I just needed someone.”   Peter looked into her eyes and for a moment he didn’t know why but he leaned in and kissed her. Gwen was surprised by this and didn’t know what to do. She should push him away, after all he had only just broke up with MJ but she was still somewhat vulnerable and this felt so good. She didn’t know why but she kissed him back, she knew it was wrong but it felt right.   She ended up on her back with Peter on top of her as they tasted each other and she ran her hands over his body, she was so surprised by how muscled he was. His own hands went to her body, first her sides and even caressed her bare leg. She couldn’t help but give a small moan at that, Peter was a very good kisser and the needed to feel compassion. To feel like she mattered to someone still, that someone cared for her, with her parent gone she didn’t have any of that.   As they made out Gwen felt herself getting hot and she felt the press of something hard it wasn’t until a few minutes that she figured out it was Peter’s erection. He was freaking hard as steel under there and she was surprised by it. Then Peter reached down and cupped one of her breasts through her shirt, now she knew that they had crossed the line. She wouldn’t let Eddie even though at first a good enough guy to get that much out of her, but not even Peter would get that much.   She wasn’t some tramp or slut and pushed him away, “Peter that’s enough, I’m not going any further then kissing.” She told him flat out.   Gwen couldn’t believe what was happening, Peter was so much stronger then he looked, he had his hand over her mouth as he pulled off her panties and got on top of her. She tried to fight him off but she couldn’t, then he seemed to adjust his pants and pulled them down and got over her.   Was this the reason MJ broke up with him? Did he do the same thing to her? Gwen wasn’t sure as Peter got between her legs and with his other hand gripped one of her wrists and then the other and pinned them over her head. He looked down at her and she swore she could see that he felt ashamed of what he was doing.   “I-I’m sorry Gwen I...I can’t stop myself. I’m so sorry...” He said to her and despite things she actually believed him. Something was wrong with Peter, she knew this wasn’t him it wasn’t him at all but she jumped when she felt what she feared pressed up against her cunt. His penis was pressing there and she shifted her hips tried to move to delay it as best she could.   Peter found her opening and thrust into her, she screamed into his hand and arched her back. She couldn’t believe that she was going to be raped by her friend. Peter felt both incredible and felt sickened by what he was doing. He shouldn’t be doing this he knew it but he couldn’t stop, no matter how hard he fought he just couldn’t stop. And he felt huge to her, although in reality Peter was a bit over average but to Gwen and her inexperience it felt like something huge was being pushed into her.   Gwen was so tight and so warm, he pushed more inside of her and he felt her cheery, without thinking he broke through it giving Gwen another reasons to cry out against his hand. Peter started to pump her with his cock, it felt great and the more he got into it the more any shame he felt was driven out by his lust.   Gwen shut her eyes, a few tears feel from the pain of it all, she was totally dry and it hurt. She grunted as he thrust into her and she wanted this to be another nightmare. She wanted the real Peter back the one that she cared for like a brother. Not the one that was fucking her against her will, thankfully the bit of blood from her once virgin pussy was helping a bit but not much, it still burned at he rubbed her raw. She wanted him to stop to tell him to get off of her but his hand was in the way.   Peter was lost to his lust, he kept on thrusting into her it just felt so good. Her struggling and moving around was only serving to entice him more. Then he felt it happening he was getting closer to the end, he sped up his thrusts, moving faster and faster now. Gwen shook her head side to side knowing what was coming next. Peter thrust a few more times before he pushed himself all the way in and held himself there, he groaned as her came inside of her and it felt great. Unlike before he finally felt relieve as his hot cum splattered her insides.   Gwen’s eyes widened as she felt the hot cum ender her and she gasped. She groaned as a feeling came over her and at first she was confused but thinking about it she knew what had happened. She came, she couldn’t believe it, it shouldn’t have been possible but she did. As soon as his cum had hit her it was like someone set off a bomb in her loins. Little did either teenager knew was that the suit had altered Peter’s cum, it was laced with special pheromones and chemicals.   Gwen felt the hot cum inside of her as the chemicals were being absorbed into her body, she should have been angry then, but for some reason she wasn’t. The pain was fading now and soon something else was replacing it, at first she felt warm in her pussy and thought it was just the cum in there. But it grew warmer and warmer and suddenly she was starting to get a little wet. Gwen wasn’t sure what was happening to her, surely she wasn’t getting off being raped what she?   She knew that was impossible but something was going on, her body was getting all hot and she could feel his dick still inside of her partially still hard. The thing that really was getting to her was that she wanted to have it hard and to fuck her some more.   ‘Oh god what’s happening to me? I should be screaming my head off, I should be going to the police not wanting him to...to...to fuck me again.’ And it was true she wanted him now, she wanted him to take her again but this time she wanted to do it willingly.   Peter after catching his breath finally had his mind clear enough to realize what he had done, he found that Gwen wasn’t struggling anymore. “Oh god Gwen...Gwen I’m sorry, I...Oh god what did I do?” Peter knew that he would go to jail for this and he knew he deserved it. After that he deserved to be put away and maybe it would be safer for everyone if he was locked up.   He felt sick at his act and he pulled his hands away and he couldn’t even look at her.   “Peter.” Gwen said his name but strangely it was in a soft voice and he slowly turned his face to hers trying to look her in the eye. When he did she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Peter was freaking out at this, a girl wasn’t supposed to be like this after what he just did.   “Gwen what?” He asked breaking out of the kiss.   “I...I don’t know all I know is that I need you again Peter. Please fuck me again I...I need you to do it I’m all hot and I can’t stop feeling this way.” Gwen wrapped her legs around his waist as she grinded her pelvis to his, she even tried to squeeze his dick in her by contracting her muscles. Peter moaned feeling what she was doing and he was enjoying it.   Gwen was doing everything she could think of to entice him to continue on, and she could feel his member actually getting hard again. She had no idea what was going on but the more she went with it the more she didn’t care, she just wanted to be fucked again but this time she wanted to fully enjoy it. Gwen got a wicked smile on her as she had an idea, with Peter releasing his grip on her she pushed off with a leg and turned them over making her the one on top.   She sat up on top of him looking down with lust filled eyes as she ran her hands over his chest and damn he sure had muscles on him. She started to rub them feeling the power they must have had and it only served to get her more excited, she started to grind her hips and moved them slightly, “How’s that feel Peter?”   “Oh god Gwen...I...I don’t know what’s going on but god it feels good.” He ran his hands over her thighs exploring the soft flesh.   Gwen liked it, Peter was being more gentle this time maybe because she wasn’t fighting him off. She liked this way, with her on top and in control. She took the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Peter could now see in the dim light through the window Gwen’s naked body, she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could now see her breasts. They were great, they weren’t large like some women’s but given that she was still a teen they were perfect for her body. She had thick nipples with small areola and they were pretty dark too.   Peter reached up to touch them and Gwen signed in pleasure at his touch. She continued to caress his body as her head fell back her body gently rocking him, feeling him getting harder and bigger as he was slowly stretching out her pussy again. Although this time the pain was gone and it was only pleasure soon Gwen started to rise up and then fall down onto his prick as she started to gently ride him. Her whole body was hot now and it felt like a furnace inside of her privates, sweat started to bead off her soft skin as she started to breath in heavy pants.   Peter fondled her breasts feeling them for the first real time. They felt magnificent to him, but then again this was the first time he felt a girl’s breasts, he cupped and fondled the soft flesh and when he started to play with the nipples that started to get her moaning in pleasure. He also noticed that her clit was visible as she was riding him.   He had heard that it was very sensitive on a girl and took on hand to gently stroke it.   “oh God!” Gwen shook as the jolt of pleasure hit her she looked down to see Peter stroking her enlarged clit. “Fuck that’s good Peter keep it up and you’ll make me cum in no time.”   Peter could only smile as he tried to match her movements, thrusting up as she came down onto him. The two kept on fucking each other for over ten minutes, both of them covered in sweat , Gwen’s hair was plastered to her scalp and skin but she was lost in her own world of pleasure. The room was hot and smelt of sex but they didn’t mind. Then she felt it, Peter started to thrust faster and harder and she knew he was cumming.   Gwen moved even faster and faster panting hard and giving soft moans and then she felt it, she felt his dick throb and blast her insides once more with his sperm. She orgasmed as it hit her inner walls just like last time, only this time she wanted it and it was even more powerful then the first time. She had to quickly lean down and kiss Peter hard as she screamed into his mouth, he held her tightly as he moaned into her own mouth.   After that she broke the kiss feeling both great and more tired than she had been. She rested her head on Peter’s shoulder unable to move and she didn’t want to. She just wanted to rest now and after a moment she left herself drift off. Peter was trying to make sense of the entire thing, how does one guy go from comforting his friend, to kissing her, then raping her and finally have her end up fucking him like that? He did finally feel sated after this but he knew it had to be the suit, something had caused all of this and he would find out.   He yawned feeling very tired. ‘Well...I’ll do it in the morning and then Gwen and I will have a very long talk ahead of us too.’   Next Up Chapter 2: Tests

Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Tests

Spider-Man: Dark Urges Chapter 2: Tests   Peter felt a bit groggy as he tried to wake up, he felt like he should get up but for some reason he was perfectly comfortable right here. He shifted a bit and felt a strange warmth against his body and then there was a slight moan but not from him. He managed to open his eyes and at first he knew that he wasn’t in his room and then he felt the body pressed against him, a female body. He looked down to see Gwen snuggled up to him and last night came rushing back to him. He opened his eyes wide as he remembered it all.   ‘Oh god...Oh god what did I do?’ He thought he had been comforting her, then he kissing her and they were both enjoying it. Then he started to go further and she tried to stop him and then...Then he pinned her down, pulled off her panties and...and he raped her. He just took her like some mad man and he couldn’t stop himself and the worst part was that a part of him enjoyed it. Peter wanted to throw up at that point, he was supposed to be a hero and yet he just did something horrible.   But then he remembered how after it Gwen had kissed him, not only that she had told him to fuck her hell she got on top and road him for all he was worth. She shifted again and he could feel her young breasts against his body, he tried not to think on it but already he could feel his erection growing again, it was pressing up against her sex and Gwen moaned as she wiggled her body, her own sex rubbing up against him. Peter bit back a moan this was torture and he the sounds of her soft breathing, the feel of her body rubbing up against his and her pussy against his growing erection he just couldn’t stop getting hard.   “What the fuck is happening to me?” He muttered softly to himself he needed to get relief but how to do it? It didn’t help that Gwen kept grinding up against him, at this rate he felt like he was going to pop, then he remembered that Gwen didn’t seem to mind him fucking her that second time and maybe she might not mind again. He could wake her but he was kind of afraid of that, plus Gwen was a heavy sleeper he had to wake her up to make sure she got ready for school lots of times.   ‘To hell with it I’m already damned,’ He thought to himself and he gently reached down and tried to guide his way to Gwen’s pussy. It was difficult with her on him but he managed to slip in the head she moaned and shifted herself actually onto it a bit more. Peter was gentle as he slowly stroked his way deeper and deeper into her, he made small thrusts that would go in a little bit further then the last. She was starting to react now, he could feel her getting wet and she was giving off light moans. Peter caressed her back and she nearly purred at the touch. He gripped her ass gently kneading it and damn she had a great ass.   MJ had great lips and breasts and nice legs but Gwen had a much nicer ass and legs. He slowly started to fuck her and even asleep she was getting into it. Peter slowly fucked her since it was Saturday there was no school so he had plenty of time. He slowly fucked the blonde enjoying the warmth of her wet sex, Gwen would even start to thrust back slightly and he wondered what kind of sex dream she was having. After about ten minutes of slowly fucking her he felt his balls starting to tighten as he was getting ready to cum. He thrust a bit harder making her grunt a bit and then he held her ass tightly as he thrust up one last time holding himself there as he filled her pussy again with his semen.   Gwen had been having a great dream and then she tensed as an orgasm hit her, she woke up to the feel of it as Peter’s chemically induced cum made her climax as soon as it hit her body. She moaned feeling the rush and then took a moment to steady herself, she realized that she was awake and someone was gripping her ass tightly. She looked up to see Peter there with an uncertain look on his face and she knew why, last night had been...strange to say the least. She suddenly realized that she could feel Peter’s penis still inside of her and guessed he must have fucked her again while she was asleep but yet she wasn’t angry again.   “Hey...Uh...God Gwen what do I say?” Peter asked.   Gwen pushed off and sat up holding herself up looking down at his naked chest, she thought about it. “I...I don’t know...I mean you came in here and comforted me and all and then we kissed, which was really nice.”   “Really?” He asked.   “Really,” She smiled.   “You were great too.”   “Thanks,” She said honestly and then she thought about the rest of it. “In fact it was too good I mean you break up with MJ and with me and my problems we were both vulnerable and then...Well then you took me.”   “I’m sorry...”   “I know and I believe you, you weren’t yourself. Although I wasn’t myself either,” She signed remembering how she had literally asked him to fuck her. And it had felt great, hell even now she felt really good and she didn’t mind waking up to an orgasm that was for sure. “I did ask you to fuck me that one time and...God Peter I should be screaming at you, calling the police but...”   “But?” Peter asked trying to ignore how good she felt on top of him like this, how her young tits were swaying just above him and how her golden hair draped down her. She looked so sexy at that moment but he had to focus here.   “I just want to fuck you, over and over again. I want you bad for some reason...God what kind of girl am I? I know some girls get off on being overpowered and stuff but fuck...I never thought it was me. But the fact is I liked being fucked by you Peter and well...I wouldn’t mind you doing me again, but next time wake me up so I can enjoy it.” She told him with a small playful grin.   “Are you serious? I mean last night...”   “It was bizarre and yet...Peter why did you kiss me? Are you attracted to me? Do you want me?” She leaned a bit down wondering why exactly he wanted her.   “I...I...Yeah I find you sexy as hell and I do.” Peter admitted and Gwen seemed pleased by that and leaned down for a gentle kiss. He kissed her back gently taking the back of her head, they broke the kiss and Gwen got off Peter she rolled to her back next to him smiling up at the ceiling.   “This is going to change things between us you know...” She told him.   Peter nodded his head, “Yeah I know...But is that a bad thing?”   She shook her head, “No I don’t think so.” She looked down between her legs to see her pussy, she rubbed it a bit, it was slightly sore but still good. She even saw a bit of cum and a bit of her blood stuck from last night on her skin. “God I need a shower, and we better clean up before May gets up.”   Peter nodded as he quickly got dressed and helped her to clean up, they would have to clean her sheets since one of them were stained with blood and cum. He couldn’t believe how much she had bleed for her first time but he had taken her rather violently.   Later that day Peter was in the little lab in his basement he was trying to figure out what was going on with him, he was studying the piece of the suit under the microscope. It was amazing stuff, it looked to him that it bonded with the cells of the host and acted like a symbiote of some kind. He was testing out how it reacted with certain chemicals he knew that the suit was doing something to him but he couldn’t figure out what. He felt stronger and faster than ever and it seemed that his sexual abilities were also increased. He had jerked off before but never had he kept a hard on for so long and so easily like that.   Peter rubbed his eyes as he tried to think on what could cause the different in Gwen too. She had acted like she had taken ecstasy or something, well that was a guess he knew the effects of the drug but never taken them himself.   ‘Okay think, if there was a chemical in you then how could it be transferred? Air born? No it was more instant like it was absorbed into her system. Think Peter, think...Okay go back it happened just as you finished and then you came in her and then...’ Peter thought about it that had been when it had changed hadn’t it? What the hell was the suit doing to him then?   Plus what if there were other factors too, he would need to take samples and then tests them out. He collected in a few different test tubes several fluids. He made a small cut on his thumb for blood, then his spit, he went out web swinging as Spider-Man for a few hours to get himself some sweet, the last sample he needed to get he put off until last. But now he didn’t really have much of a choice and he tried to figure out how to collect the sample.   By this time Gwen had spent the day thinking about things, she had gone out to the mall, for a long walk but she just couldn’t get Peter out of her mind. She knew what had happened but she just didn’t know why she just accepted it, normally that wouldn’t make sense but she knew how Peter made her feel. Even before tonight Peter had always been there for her and he was such a nice guy, the fact is she did like Peter she didn’t love him at least she didn’t think so but damn the sex was getting pretty good.   Even thinking about it caused a little excitement for some reason and Gwen thought about their new little relationship mainly how would MJ see this? She was friends with her and how would it look to show up at school with Peter hand in hand? She knew that there was something going on with MJ and Peter that she had no clue about but she did dump him, and no matter what that was just the most bone headed thing Gwen could think of. Well whatever her problem Gwen came to the conclusion that Peter was single and was fair game.   She came back home, a word that felt strange her father and mother weren’t here but yet the place was becoming like a real home to her. She looked for Peter in his room but he wasn’t there so she went down the basement. “Hey Peter are you here?”   “Yeah I am Gwen.”   “Cool,” She said to herself and looked to see Peter over a bench with test tubes or liquids. She stopped and stared at one. “Peter...Is that blood?”   “Huh? Oh yeah but it’s mine.” He said like it was perfectly normal.   Gwen gave him a weird look at the samples there, “Okay why do you have your own blood in a tube? Please tell me you’re not going into that vampire fetish thing with the kids all dressed up as vampires now.”   “No it’s just that...” Peter paused wondering what to say. So he told her the truth, at least part of it. He told her that he had been exposed to an old experiment of his father’s and that he felt it was the reason for his behaviour. He told her of his new found stamina in sex apparently and something like a craving for it. He told her he was getting samples for a friend that would run some tests that he couldn’t. “The only sample left is...well...you know...” Peter said embarrassed and Gwen smirked knowing what he was doing.   She walked over and sat on his lap. “So then Mr. Scientist, you really think this can explain why we both have been...weird?” Peter nodded feeling her slightly sway her hips against him sensually. “Well how about a little help?”   “H-how?” He asked trying to think but she wasn’t making it easier.   She laughed and straddled him wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him, he kissed her back feeling the taste of her lips. She was slowly grinding herself into him as she got a wicked smile on her face, “Ever wanted a lap dance?”   Peter was all grins as she started to move her body, Gwen was slowly rubbing her crotch against his and moving her body in sexy movements. Truth was she was getting turned on too, there was something about the image of Peter fucking her that made her like this. Peter gripped her hips as he started to move too, his dick was already starting to get hard. Gwen wasn’t sure if this whole things Peter told her was true or not but did that mean she couldn’t have her fun? She kissed him deeply feeling his hands run over her body she gently took them and pulled them aside slowly.   “Uh-uh Peter no touching, let’s make this interesting.” She winked at him and she continued on moving in sexual ways only she reached down and pulled off her top slowly. Peter was groaning in need for her, he gripped the sides of the seat, careful not to shatter the chair with his strength as he watched the erotic display. He watches as she rolled her head hanging onto his shoulders, her breasts in a black bra moving with her body. Gwen then reached behind her and unclasped the bra she very slowly took one strap down and then the other, putting an arm around her chest she took the bra off but keeping herself covered.   “Oh that’s cheating.” Peter muttered.   Gwen laughed and slowly dropped her arm, she slowly got off him and went to her knees, he watched as she unbuttoned his pants and zipped him down. Gwen was having her own fun with Peter making him wait as she took her time to take off his pants and then she took the top of his boxers and pulled them down and his dick sprang up. Peter sighed at it no longer being constricted. Gwen took a good look at it, Peter sure was a great size not overly large but above average.   “So then let’s get that sample shall we?” She had never done anything like this before but she figured if Peter had inadvertently turned her libido into overdrive she was going to enjoy it and she was. She licked his member earning a groan from him. She kissed the tip of it and she liked the power she had over him at this point. She continued to like it as she worked herself up for trying something she had never tried before. She took the tip in her mouth and sucked slightly.   “Oh fuck,” Peter said through gritted teeth.   She smiled as she took him a bit deeper, she could only work in a little at a time and not even half of him in her mouth she just didn’t have the experience for it. But she tried, she sucked his dick and tried to experiment, she would lick it, roll her tongue along it as she bobbed her head. Her jaws were getting a little tired and pulled out. She took hold of her breasts and pushed them together.   She leaned forward and started to tit fuck his cock, she was thankful she had just enough of a good chest to do this. “How’s that feel Peter?”   “oh god Gwen you’re amazing.” He told her as his hips jerked in time with it. It wasn’t too long that he felt himself ready to cum. “I...I’m nearly there Gwen.”   “Then go for it Peter, cum all over me and my tits, you know you want to so just do it.” She enticed him she sucked on the head a couple of more times she tasted the little drops of precum on it making her moan. That vibration set him off and he erupted, it caught Gwen off by surprise and she coughed a bit pulling out as his cum hit her breasts, a little of her neck and cheek, she would even taste a bit in her mouth. Gwen thought it would taste nasty and yet it tasted great hell her skin felt like it was on fire where he hit her and if she didn’t know any better she was even wetter than before now.   ‘Damn maybe he was right about all of this after all, I feel like I need to be fucked again really badly.’ She thought to herself standing up.   Peter took a few breaths and Gwen took a dish and started to scoop his cum off her chest and put in on there. She saw a small cloth and wiped herself down. She had enjoyed herself but now she was wet and horny, Gwen wondered if Peter really had increased his sexual abilities because waiting around for him to get hard again might be a bit much. She yelped when a pair of hands came from behind and squeezed her breasts. She felt Peter behind her and her eyes widened at his already hard cock pressing into her ass.   ‘Oh god he wasn’t exaggerating, holy fuck this would be great. I got a guy that is well hung and can fuck like the Energizer Bunny.’ She thought as Peter kissed her shoulder and up to her neck. She moaned in appreciation.   “Tell me what you want.” He whispered into her ear.   The trust was she wanted him to just take her, she was ready and willing. “I want you to bend me over this table and fuck my brains out how’s that?”   Peter grinned as he quickly took her belt off and then loosened her jeans and pulled them down, he took hold of her shoulder and forced her down her tits smashed up against the cold wood. Thankfully it was a polished surface so she wouldn’t have to worry about splitters. “Here it is Gwen, and if you want a fucking I can give you what you want.”   A shiver was sent through her spine at his words, she never knew Peter could be so dominant and she kind of liked it. “Urgh!” She threw her head back as he thrust into her in one massive stroke at this angle he got deeper penetration and she felt the head of his cock just kiss her cervix. “Oh god you’re so deep in me Peter.”   “And you’re so fucking tight Gwen,” He told her before his hips pulled back and he slammed into her. She grunted as the air was knocked out of her lungs. Peter gripped one hip and he used the other to grip her shoulder and started to thrust into her, he could tell she was already wet and so it was easy to fuck her.   Gwen gripped the edge of the table she couldn’t believe how good she was feeling, she panted and gave small groans and grunts as he fucked her. “Peter...a...a little more down...”   Peter changed the direction of his thrusts slightly and Gwen gave out a loud outcry as he started to hit her g-spot full on. “Oh yes! That’s it, that’s the spot, don’t lose it! Oh god, oh fuck meeeeee.” She moaned out.   “That’s the plan,” Peter said as he thrust into her feeling her tight pussy over his cock, he felt like he would never tire of this. At the moment he didn’t care what was causing this he was enjoying himself too much and Gwen seemed to be enjoying herself as well so maybe it wasn’t all bad. The two kept on humping each other, sweat forming on their bodies.   For fifteen minutes Peter fucked his blonde friend, there had been times he had imagine what it would be like, but it was better than anything he had thought of. But he couldn’t take it anymore, his thrusts sped up as he was nearing his climax.   “Here I cum Gwen! I’m going to cum right in you!” He shouted.   “Oh yes! Do it Peter! I want it so bad!” Gwen cried out and then she felt him cum, his sperm blasting her insides making her have another great orgasm from it. She was panting resting her sweat slick body against the table taking a moment to enjoy it all. Then she was suddenly flipped onto her back and Peter re-entered her making her gasp.   “I’m not done with you yet Gwen, that is if you can’t handle it.” He challenged her.   She knew she was being sent a challenge and she never was the type of girl to back down. She locked her legs around his waist, “Give me the best you got then and it better be good mister.” She smirked. For the next hour the two sexually charged teens fucked each other multiples times in his room and Gwen was determined to show Peter what she was really made of.   Next Up Chapter 3: The New Couple on Campus Remember to please rate and review

Chapter 18 - Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18: FINAL EXAM Jean and Scott were in their room thinking about what to do now they had two days left before Xavier and Hank came back and they were wondering on what to do next? So far they had run out of things to teach the others as well. They were discussing things in their bed dressing up for the morning, “So then you have any ideas?” Jean asked him as she slipped on some pants. Scott thought about it, “Well we’ve pretty much taught them everything…How about we put that to use?” Jean gave him a curious look as he smiled back at her, “How about for the final exam we have the entire day as a free for all?” That got Jean to smile a bit, “So you mean just one big blow out?” “Exactly,” He grinned as they hammered out the details. After breakfast they gathered everyone up in the living room and everyone wondered what was next. Jean and Scott were there and Scott cleared his throat everyone took notice. “Okay everyone we’re all proud of how you all turned out and I must say that so far you’re all getting As for this.” There were a few claps and grins at that and Scott let them have their moment. He raised a hand and they turned their attention back to him. “So we’re going to have a very special final exam today, but tomorrow we’re going to clean up the mansion and make sure that everything was just as it was, understood?” “Yeah so if you don’t mind what exactly do you have planned?” Tabitha asked grinning from ear to ear. After all of this week she would never see Jean and Scott the same way again hell they got her respect for life after all of this. Jean took it from there, “First off this Final Exam will take place for the entire day until tomorrow morning. There are only a few rules, first is that you’ll stay on the grounds. Secondly there will be no clothing at all we’re all going ‘natural’ for the rest of the day, although you care put on sexy clothing if you want to for the fun of getting out of it.” “Since we’ve all seen each other naked that shouldn’t be too much of a problem, lastly…Have fun, use everything you’ve learned and spend the rest of today just using your new skills.” “After all isn’t that why we’re all here?” Scott grinned, “To learn how to use our abilities to their fullest?” That got laughs at that so when Jean and Scott started to take their clothing off the others took it as their time to do the same. As Jean and Scott went to put their clothing away Rogue and Kitty caught up to them, “Hey can we talk ta ya two?” Rogue asked them. “Sure what is it?” Jean asked them. Kitty and Rogue shared a look as they turned to them, “We were wondering if we could invite a couple of guys over for this.” Kitty said to them and both Jean and Scott weren’t sure who they could mean. “Who is it?” Scott asked and so Kitty and Rogue went into the long story about Remy and Piotr, Scott wasn’t too amused at first sure sex with the teams was safe since he knew them all. But these were Magneto’s people. “So you two have been seeing two of Magneto’s people during this time?” They could see Scott wasn’t too happy about it but Rogue stood up to him, “Scott come on it’s not like we’re doin’ Sabertooth, and these two are actually not that bad. Hell they’re only working for Magneto cause they need the money cause Gambit has no home and Piotr is supporting his family. They don’t even like workin’ for him.” “Logan did say that Colossus never seemed to like his job and kept holding back,” Jean said out loud. ‘Jean what are you thinking?’ Scott sent over their bond. ‘You know that old saying about I destroy my enemy when I make them my friend?’ She asked him and he nodded his head, ‘Well maybe we can work this to our advantage. If they are like that then maybe we can give them an offer better then Magneto could. And it would take away two of his members and give us two more.’ Scott thought about that he didn’t care for Gambit just something about the guy always bugged him. But Colossus he had seen pulled his punches when they fought the few times. Lately they hadn’t been around causing any trouble and if the girls were right then it couldn’t hurt could it? He looked at the two of them, “Okay but if they do they are not allowed into the lower levels at all, and if they cause any trouble or anything they’re gone understood?” “Perfectly,” Kitty said smiling. =Later= Gambit and Piotr walked up to the mansion they had been called up to spend the day there and it was a surprise to hear from the girls but not unpleasant. It was strange walking up to the front doors and Piotr pressed the buzzer by the door. They saw through the glass both Kitty and Rogue walking towards them in just robes, short ones in fact that only ended just at the thigh. Rogue opened it up first, “Hey guys glad y’all could come over.” “Remy wouldn’t miss out on dis,” He said walking in with his friend behind him as Kitty took his arm to lead him through the mansion. There was a small moan they heard with a groan as well, “What’s dat?” “Let’s see then,” Rogue said leading them into the living room. There on the couch they found Amara with Scott on top of her he had just entered her body his dick feeling the tightness of her love canal. She was amazingly tight like Kitty but her body was always so warm. “Oh gods Scott yes! Please make love to me, show me what you do with Jean,” She called out to him at one point all the girls had a small crush on Scott but eventually they moved on however everyone had to admit that Scott had one hell of a body. In the past few years he had gained more muscles and was more defined. And the dick that was spreading out her insides was nice and thick with great length. “Oh yeah princess let me show you exactly how I can make Jean cum hard,” He said thrusting into her making the Nova Roma princess cry out in pleasure. Kitty and Rogue were already getting a little excited at the sex show they were watching. Amara hooked her legs behind Scott as she thrust back at him, she liked the passionate sex and was begging Scott to go as hard and as deep as he could go. “Uh…W-What is going on?” Piotr stuttered at the site he wasn’t sure what was going on. Kitty giggled as she led him away and up to her room as she untied the not in her robe. “Come on and I’ll totally tell you about it. Oh and I want to introduce you to my friend Danielle. I’ve told her about you and she’s dying to meet you.” Remy looked at Rogue who took off her robe as she was walking up the stairs giving him a look at her naked backside and winked at him. “Well don’t just stand there sugar. Come up to mah room so ah can get you out of those clothing and we can start the real fun.” He didn’t have to be told twice as he ran up the stairs chasing her to her room as she laughed and ran off ahead of him. Down in the hanger a nude Bobby was being led by just an equally naked Tabitha, “Come on Bobby I’ve always wanted to do it in the X-Jet.” “Yeah tell me about it I took Jubilee down here yesterday,” He snickered back as they walked into it. They went right up into the cockpit and Tabitha shivered a bit. It was a little chilly down here with no clothing on and Bobby took notice especially since her nipples were already erect and hard from it. He walked up behind her and cupped his hands over her generous breasts out of all the New Mutants she had the best ones hands down. “Cold?” He asked her as he made his hands slightly chilly making her gasp. “Oh yeah, but I think I know how to fix that,” She smirked and turned around and pushed him into a seat. She straddled his hip and placed her hands behind his neck as she kissed him deeply. He kissed her back having his hands run along her back. Feeling her breasts pressed up against his chest as her pussy was right on his penis. Both groaned as she started to grind her lower lips against the organ feeling it swell up. Bobby gripped her ass as he ground his hips with hers, he lowered his head as he started to suck on one of her nipples. He was sucking hard on it making Tabby moan as she took his head and pressed it to her breast. She started to breathe more heavily as she felt herself getting hotter as his organ rubbed up against her. “Oh yeah Bobby suck away baby!” She laughed throwing her head back. “God you know even though I love Jubilee, you have the best breasts on our team,” He told her as he switched to the other one. His tongue would slightly freeze over it as he then sucked up the water. “You better believe it!” She cried out as he went to work it felt amazing. “Oh fuck me now Bobby, I really want it now!” He gripped her hips as she got up and lined herself up and then impaled herself onto his organ, “Oh god yesssss! Oh fuck! Yeah fuck me Bobby, you know you wanted to do this. Ugh!” “Oh shit you’re a real sex bomb you know that,” He told her as they started to fuck each other. The two started up slow and eventually moved faster and faster. Tabitha moaning out as she rode Bobby feeling his dick thrusting into her, both of them moaning in pleasure. By the end she was nearly lifting herself off him until only the head was still inside as she came back down. Then she started to thrust harder and harder until she slammed onto him one last time her back arching as she cried out. Her body coaxing Bobby’s into shooting his hot seed into her waiting body, by then both were sweating and panting and no longer chilly. Rahne and Dani couldn’t believe what they were doing they had thought of having some fun and took Sam with them to Xaiver’s office. They sat him down in a chair as they decided to put on a bit of a show for him. They were both in a bra and panties, Rahne in red while Dani was in white. Sam watched as the erotic strip tease started. Both girls dancing in close and seductive way, each one caressing and touching each other. Kissing the other as they slowly took off each other’s underwear. By the time they were naked Sam was sporting a strong erection and it was getting a little painful just watching. The two of them were kissing each other as they were rubbing their pussies up against the other’s thigh as they were groping the other. Rahne looked to Sam, “Aww, he looks so lonely. Want tae help him out?” “Yes let’s,” Dani smiled as the two girls went to their knees and started to play with his dick. They would lick around it and then start taking turns sucking him off while the other would suck on his balls. Sam was groaning loudly feeling like he was in heaven with these two. “Oh god ah think I’m going to cum!” He told them and they could feel his dick starting to pulse. Dani started to jerk him off and then he cried out as she felt his penis pulse as he shot several strands of white liquid out. She made it land on both her and Rahne’s face. “Oh god,” Sam moaned and took a rest as the two girls started to clean each other up licking up all of Sam’s cum off their faces. By now both girls were very hot and they hadn’t had their orgasm yet. Rahne took the initiative and lay on the ground with her legs wide. Danielle smiled as she got on top only reversed so the girls were in a 69 position. Dani started to lick on Rahne’s pussy her tongue going in lazy circles, Rahne was using her fingers and her tongue to probe and taste the other girl. Sam watched as the two girls started to eat each other out, and it wasn’t long until they brought each other to an orgasm but they didn’t seem to stop they kept on going. By the time the moaning of the second round started he was already for some more action but didn’t want to get in the way but he also wanted to join in. Then he saw Dani’s fine ass there and he got off the chair. His dick was still slick with the girl’s tongue bath and blowjobs as he rubbed Dani’s ass. She looked behind her and saw Sam with a questioning look and she smiled and nodded. He gently pushed himself into her ass making the Native girl grunt into Rahne’s cunt loudly as now Dani was getting fucked up the ass and getting eaten out by Rahne. The three of them continued on and all three had a great time in Xavier’s office. Jean was walking through the rooms feeling a little sore. She had just been fucked in the showers by Roberto and when walking the halls she saw Alex and Amara going at it. She had turned a corner when someone came up behind her and gripped her breasts. She didn’t know who it was as they silently kissed her neck and felt the mysterious hands over her body. She knew it wasn’t Scott but there was something hot about not knowing who it was. Apparently it was a type of game as they gently pressed her against the wall and the mystery man started to eat her out from behind. When she was ready he pressed his dick into her and she was fucked by behind, he hadn’t said a word he just fucked her and then left while she was coming down from her orgasm. It was a bit fun to wonder who that was, after that she had slept with Kurt as Scott was next to her doing the same with Amanda. She had taken a break when she came across an open door and looked inside to the familiar sounds of sex. There was Rogue on her bed with Remy his strong back was to Jean as she watched the two, Gambit was saying something in French as he thrust into Rogue waiting body making her cry out in passion. Then Rogue gave one more cry as she came. Gambit thrust a few more times before he stiffened, Jean could see the part of his dick throb as it was shooting out his cum. Remy pulled out still slightly hard and Jean had to admit he had a nice body, the sweat over his body made him very sexy. “Hey guys,” She smiled walking in on the two. “Hey Jean,” Rogue panted looking fairly well fucked. Jean walked over to Gambit and then looked to Rogue, “Well looks like he’s still ready to go, you mind sharing him?” Rogue laughed and waved her on she could use the break. Jean smirked at Gambit and started to kiss his jaw and work her way down his strong muscular body. When she got down to her knees and was staring at his penis she started to lick it. She tasted all the juices on it from both Rogue and Remy as she slowly licked it clean. Remy moaned saying a few things in broken English and French. When Jean was done she licked the tip before starting to swallow it down her mouth. Remy took her long red hair in his hands as she worked him deeper and deeper. Pretty soon Jean was actually deep throating him taking it down her throat she had learned this from experience with Scott as she controlled her gag reflex. In fact she started to sucked and lick at the same time. It wasn’t long after that when Remy groaned as he shot his semen down her throat. Jean swallowed it all as Rogue applauded from her place on the bed, Jean smirked as she stood up and looked to Rogue, “You think he can handle both of us?” “Only one way ta find out,” Rogue smirked at a grinning Gambit. In the recreation room Ray had Laura on the pool table thrusting into her body they were already working up a small sweat from fucking each other. She had her legs wrapped around his waist feeling his dick inside of her body feeling him as she clenched her muscles gripping his penis as it went in and let it go as it left. It was a new skill she had picked up and the boys seemed to love it. “Ugh! Yeah fucking little tight cunt!” Ray groaned out as he rammed himself into her tight young body. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” She growled out and Ray wasn’t sure how much harder he could do but he placed his hands on her breasts and gave her a small shock. She yelped and jumped up a bit as she looked at him not stopping her own thrust. “Do it again…Only give me more.” Ray shook his head giving her a slightly more of a shock and was pinching her nipples and sent the voltage there. She screamed out as her fingers tried to dig into the table. “Oh god yes! Fuck me Ray! Shock me! Oh god I love sex!” They continued to fuck each other as he kept up the shocks now and then the slight pain merged with the pleasure making her head swim. Then when he shocked her clit she screamed out loudly as she came from it. Her body tightened up and Ray grunted as he shot himself into her body. As the two caught their breath Ray looked over his shoulder to the couch. There on his back was Jamie with Jubilee riding his cock he looked to be really enjoying herself as she rode him his hands on her breasts as she ran her hands over his body. She looked to be doing well too then one of Jamie’s clones came up behind her and she slowed down as she bent forward as he worked his way gently into her ass. She had taken it up there before but this was the first time she had taken two cocks at once and it was an amazing feeling. Twin dicks were working inside of her, when one pulled out the other pushed in so she was filled up all the time. Now she saw what Rahne liked about Jamie having a boy that could fuck you multiple times defiantly had its advantages. By late evening everyone was enjoying being in the living room together, it was a full blow orgy at this point. Scott was on his back with Dani riding him and Jubilee sitting on his face as he ate her out. Jean was on the floor on her back with her legs over Bobby’s shoulders, he was giving her his ice dick fuck making her scream out from the cold. Piotr was bouncing Amanda on his lap as he was sucking on her tits and Amanda had an expression of pain and pleasure on her face taking the large dick in her cunt. Kurt was already busy fucking Rahne he was ploughing into her ass while she was on all fours with his tail that he speared into her pussy giving her a nice double fucking. Rahne was currently eating out Kitty as well, Kitty was propped up on her elbows giving Jamie a blow job as well as he lightly gripped her hair. He used to have a crush in Kitty and after he blew his load into her mouth he planned to fuck her later on. Ray had Rogue up against a wall with her legs wrapped around his waist as he was hammering into the goth woman giving it his all, Roberto was with Sam and they were giving Tabby another double penetration only this time they were on their sides with Sam facing her and Roberto lifting one of her legs into the air. Gambit was resting on a chair as X23 was working his dick in her mouth so he was just sitting there with his head laid back smiling stroking the young girl’s long hair. Normally he didn’t touch girls this young but she had a way about her. Alex was busy with Dani as he had her bent over a table holding her wrists at the small of her back fucking her from behind. At one point someone said for all the girls to get in the center with the men around them, at that point all the girls were in one giant twisted mass of flesh as they were all either fingering each other, caressing, kissing, stroking. The site of the large lesbian action had all the guys jerking off and one after another they started to cum all over the girls. At the end of it all the girls were covered in semen as they started to lick it off each other’s bodies. Leaving the guys tired and worn out for the moment as they enjoyed the show. =The Next Day= They had spent the entire day cleaning up after them selves which was good they had cleaned the mansion from top to bottom and now all traces were gone but the memories would live on that was for sure. Xavier and Beast were soon to come back from their trip and Logan and Ororo were still busy with their honeymoon so by the time they got back any lingering smells of sex that even Logan could pick up would be gone. Everyone had gone back to normal well sort of. They all made a vow to keep it to the bedrooms from now on although a few planned to use the woods, Danger Room, the X-Jet, the hanger and anything and any other place if they could get away with it. It also led to a few people who got into relationships or into more open ones. Kitty was thinking of seeing Piotr on a more permanent bases from now on, Jamie was dating not only Rahne but the two of them decided to keep X23 as part of it. They would keep it quiet from the adults especially from Logan the last thing he needed to know what how his daughter was in a relationship with a boy and a girl. Although the three of them still liked to see another on the side but they wanted to go out dating together. Plus Jamie got a little ego boost from when he went to the movies with two girls and the looks he got. Rogue was still planning on seeing Remy as well. Plus they didn’t have to worry about any thoughts leaking out about this since most likely anything stray thoughts that Xavier would pick up on accident would be put off as just a fantasy. After all who would expect what went on here for the past week had actually happened? Plus everyone was a bit happier lately after all when you free your sex life up things got a bit more relaxed. Kurt and Amanda were back at her dorm for the rest of the day. They were going to enjoy some alone time and try to see if they could convince Amanda’s roommate into a threesome. Xavier was in his office as Jean and Scott came in with a file of papers. “Ah so how did things go here?” He smiled wondering how they went while he was gone. Scott smiled placing the file on the desk, “Very well everyone passed the course and I think they really enjoyed themselves as well.” Jean had to fight herself to not laugh at that keeping a straight face. Xavier took the folder surprised, “Well that certainly is an improvement, I must say you two seem to be very good teachers. Perhaps one day you’ll be teachers full time with all the students we are getting we could use some more able bodied teachers.” Scott’s mouth twitched that the ‘able bodied’ part, “Well it was certainly a lot more fun then I thought it would be at the start.” Xavier smiled pleased to hear that, “Well then do you think you two could teach more subjects, when you get the time of course but I do hope that one day you two are more full time.” Jean and Scott looked at each other and shrugged with a shared smile. Jean turned to him, “I think we could learn to like teaching, I think we just needed to find a way to reach out to them and to get them interested in learning.” “Exactly,” Scott nodded smiling. Xavier nodded putting the file folder away for later study, “Well then good work you two.” They nodded and were about to leave when Xavier called to them. “By the way can either of you care to explain why I found this in my office?” They both looked to and were shocked to see Xavier with a raised eyebrow with an amused reaction on his face as he held up a pair of red silk panties there looked a bit damp at the crotch and both Jean and Scott shared a look. This was going to be a very LONG talk with Xavier. THE END Well that’s it the fic is over but I do plan on revisiting this universe now and again so don’t worry about that. Plus I'll have plenty of other things to write it will just be a matter of finding the time to do it.

Chapter 5 - Chapter 5: Inner Darkness

Just to put an emphasis on things, I don’t own Ultimate Marvel and rape is not something I support and there will be some slightly things that will make the characters act a bit differently as well.   Spider-Man: Dark Urges   Chapter 5: Inner Darkness   As the next couple of weeks moved on things had been slowly changing for Peter. He didn’t know it but the suit was slowly altering him and Gwen in subtle ways. For Peter since it was the host it wanted to have him mate more often and with other females. The Symbiote saw Gwen as a fine mate for its host but he knew that the Host wanted another the red haired one named Mary Jane. Over the weeks the symbiote was actually learning from the Host, it was gaining new insights to the world but it still had its base urges mainly to mate.   And coupled with the Host’s natural need to mate it was only amplified, and since humans have a need to pass on their genetic information and for men, a deep rooted part of the brain knew that the best way was to have multiple partners. It was the best change to ensure that the genes would carry over into the next generation and more after. So the symbiote went to work slowly finding those parts of the Host’s brain and slowly amplifying them. The suit did many things, but one of them was ensure that the host didn’t get Gwen pregnant at least not yet, the sperm was too laced with chemicals now to be used for fertilization but that would change.   First the symbiote felt the need to gain more and more females, then after they were ‘bonded’ to the Host thanks to the special chemicals it was putting into the Host’s sperm, it would then do what the burning instinctual need to do was telling it.    To mate and then spawn.   The symbiote could feel the Host’s ancient need for this and it would do it, after all it was the Host and the needs of the Host came first. The symbiote helped to make the Host stronger and better as well as it fought to protect his territory. Even though it was learning it still have no real intelligence other than a basic understanding of basic level things. So the reasons why Peter did what he did was beyond its understanding, it only knew that Peter protected his city and those around him and so it would help him with it.   Gwen was also changing a bit too, she was getting more and more attached to Peter and more deviant in some ways. Even though she wore sexy clothing she liked to flaunt a bit more, such as having thong underwear showing, and have lots of skin too. She was also starting to fantasise about sexual encounters such as what it would be like to walk into the football team’s locker room after practice naked and let them all fuck her. She of course was loyal to Peter but her sexual cravings were starting to get bigger and more powerful. Gwen even found herself one day looking at a girl who was pretty attractive and then thought of that girl naked. Then the thoughts turned to her and the girl having sex and then Peter joining in. When Gwen snapped out of her day dreaming she found her panties already wet with excitement.   That had led her to go straight home after school, strip down and masturbate until Peter came home and when he did she had the fucking of a lifetime as she took out all her sexual frustrations out on Peter and of course his on her. But lately she had been feeling this a lot, she wasn’t sure but it was like some deep and dark park of her was released lately. It was like her inner sexual demon was let loose and the scary part was for Gwen was that she was liking it. She felt liberated, totally free like all those restraints she had put on herself were just silly looking back on it.   Plus she was really starting to enjoy experimenting with Peter as well. She bought herself some sexy underwear lately, even a few night gowns that were transparent. She also thought of buying some more exotic things but she wasn’t even eighteen yet so going into adult stores wasn’t a good idea. Someone who might actually call the cops on her, she wasn’t sure if she could actually get arrested but they would call in May and how would she explain that? So she had to make due with what they had.   Well at any rate things certainly weren’t getting too boring, although lately she had wanted to recapture that night when she first had sex with Peter. It sounded crazy but she liked it when the guy dominated her, took total control of things. Hell she never thought it but she thought she was a submissive at heart, which surprised her since she thought herself as a more dominant personality. Or maybe it was just with Peter that she wanted him to take her. Well whatever the reason when she got home she knew that Peter would be out late so she decided to write him a little note.   ‘Peter come to my room tonight, and wear ‘the suit’. I also want you to take me by force like the first time, don’t worry I want it like this. Plus I think it would be a nice little game, the big bad spider takes the innocent little girl in her room. See you tonight Peter, love Gwen.’   She actually was surprised when she wrote the ‘love’ part it just came out of her. Did she really love him? In all honestly she had never been in love before, but her thoughts were of Peter, her world revolved around him basically, maybe she was in love with him. She didn’t think about it much all that she waited for was for tonight. She got herself ready when it was time for bed, Peter had called in saying he had to ‘work late’ although Gwen knew what he was really doing at night. But she couldn’t wait for him to show up, she slipped on a long nightgown with spaghetti straps, a v-neck line and totally transparent. She was totally naked under it as well except for a pair of thong underwear. She laid on the covers in the dark wondering when he would show up to ‘ravage’ her. It sent chills up her spine at the thought of it.   She waited and lost track of time, then she heard it her window opening. She pretended to be asleep but she heard the sounds of someone silently walking to her bed. She felt her heart speed up as the bed shifted but she remained on her back as though asleep. Then she felt it a hand slowly caressing her skin, she tried not to shiver at the warm touch she could feel the costume on her flesh. She felt Peter slowly caressing her entire body, he legs and her arms, and then over her stomach. She made a small moan and then felt him as he slowly massaged her young breasts.   Peter hadn’t been sure about this, but he had to admit there was a thrill to it all. It was like the excitement of the first time with no guilt to it all. He had a feeling she was actually awake but was playing her little game, well that suited him just fine. He continued to gently run his hands over that young body that he knew so well now. He traced the curves of her body all the way down to her legs. He gripped the hem of the nightgown and slowly started to pull it up to her chest just above her breasts. He did it slowly, teasingly hearing her breath slightly faster.   Then he got an idea and gently pulled up the nightgown, Gwen didn’t ‘wake’ up enjoying the fun as well. He slowly peeled it back until it rested just over her breasts. He took her wrists and gently placed them up and spread out. With the costume he webbed her wrists to the bed making sure she was now ‘trapped’ by him. He formed a small hole over the mouth as he started to lick on suck on her nipples.   Gwen tried to control her breathing but it was hard, she felt him playing with her breasts and his hands roaming over her young body. She felt like she was burning up with desire and wondered when would be the time to ‘wake up’ to this little ‘intruder’ in her room. She moaned as she felt his fingers gently probe her pussy, he was being very slow and methodical driving her body nuts with desire. After a few more minutes of this teasing she wanted to let the game move on to the next point. She started to move and make it look like she was waking up. She looked at Peter and let out a loud gasp, he clamped a hand over her mouth at that point.   “Quite.” He commanded her and he continued to play with her pussy a bit more rougher now. “My aren’t you the horny one? You’re wet already guess that means you’re wanting a nice little fuck too.”   She tried to shake her head like she was saying no, although she wanted him to take her. Her heart was racing as she felt him against her bare skin. She tried to speak against his hand, while trying to hold back her moans as he played with her body. “What was that?” He teased.   He pulled back his hand slightly allowing her to talk. “Oh god please don’t do this. Please don’t rape me, I-I’ll do anything but please don’t.”   “Anything?” He asked her smirking.   “Yes anything. Please I-I don’t want to be raped.” She pleaded with him although she did want him. She didn’t want to be really raped but she wanted to play the game out. It was kind of thrilling, she knew she was safe with Peter so she could act out.   “Well too bad, I’m going to rape you’re blond ass and guess what? You’re going to love it.”   Peter grinned as his hand went to her panties and with his strength literally tore them off her. Gwen jumped at the unexpected move, although she would make him pay for a new pair it was exciting. Then she saw him mount her and felt his cock brush up against her pussy. “Oh please don’t do this.” She whimpered although inside she was waiting for him to push inside of her.   “I think I’ll do whatever I want to you anyway,” He said and pushed himself in, he grunted feeling her nice and tight walls. “God you’re a tight one.”   “Oh god please don’t do this to me!” She arced her back feeling him move inside of her. “You’re too big, it won’t fit!” Although he was a bit larger then a normal man at least as far as she knew, he wasn’t big enough to hurt her unless the costume increased his size while covered. That was an idea for another day but she wanted to stroke his ego a bit. “Ugggghhhhh! Oh my god! Ohhhhh! Please stop you’re destroying meeeeee.” She moaned out.   Peter never knew Gwen was such an actress, he was actually getting kind of turned on a bit more by this. He pushed himself into her in one whole thrust feeling himself fill her up to the hilt. She gave a cry that he guessed was supposed to be one of pain but the pleasure he heard through it said otherwise. He started to savagely thrusts in and out of her, making her moan and cry out. She shook her head, asked him to stop tried half-heartedly to pulled her arms free. Her struggling however only made it slightly more erotic, Peter was kind of worried being turned on by this.   But then again his first time with her had been pretty violent but it could have been worse, and strangely after it they were okay. Then when Gwen started to grip his dick with her pussy his thoughts went back to fucking the beautiful blond beneath him. “Oh you’re loving this aren’t you?”   “No! No I’m not.”   “Then why are you so fucking wet? Why is your pussy gripping me? Admit it you love this, you love being fucked like this.” He increased his pace a bit making her moan out loud now. “See? Your moaning like a whore now, just a slut that wants a nice big dick in her aren’t you?”   “Ugh, oh...oh...y-yes.”   “What was that?”   “Yes! Oh fuck I can’t take it anymore.” She tried to make like she was crying in shame but she was feeling fantastic. She was so close to cumming now and by now she was thrusting back against him as he rode her. This wasn’t simple love making this was more carnal, more primal and she felt the power of it all right down into her veins.   “Then I’m going to cum right into that hot pussy of yours,” Peter sat up and gripped her waist as she started to power fuck her now.   She cried out feeling like he was going to rip her apart on the inside but she was enjoying it too much. “Oh please don’t cum in me! I don’t want to get pregnant, cum on my face, my tits anything but inside of me. Oh god I think...I think I’m going to cum!”   “Too bad I’m cumming in that nice pussy of yours and there isn’t anything you can do about it!” He grunted with the effort and closed his eyes feeling his cum swelling up inside of him. He wanted so badly to cum in her now, he pulled her hard against his hips five times with five large thrust and in the last one he pulled her to him and held her there. He blasted his cum into her waiting pussy and Gwen arced her back feeling the familiar orgasm rock her body.   It was a bit after their little sexual romp, Gwen laying on his chest listening to him breath as he stroked her hair. Peter had recalled the costume now and was just as naked as Gwen was. She had thrown the night gown onto the floor as it was covered in her sweat anyway. It was a good moment and she looked up to see him with a faraway look in his eyes. “Peter what are you thinking about?”   “Hmmm?”   “Come on what is it?”   “I don’t want to say you’d just get mad.”   Gwen wondered what it was and then she thought to all that she knew about Peter. Eventually she knew what he had to be thinking of. “It’s MJ isn’t it? Peter you can talk about her I won’t get mad, she’s the first girl you loved right? Well then what is it? I mean aren’t you over her by now?”   Peter sighed not knowing what the hell was wrong with him, he had a beautiful naked girl that he was pretty sure he was starting to love in his bed and here he was still thinking about MJ. Hell he had been having dreams about her at night, and the things he wanted to do to her, a few interesting ones with him, MJ and Gwen too. “That’s the thing I’m not...I know I should be but fuck I just can’t...I’m sorry you deserve better than this...”   Gwen knew he wanted to be loyal to her after all she was his new girlfriend but she found that she would do anything to keep Peter happy. She had done things with Peter that she never thought she’d try with any other man, and it made her feel alive in ways she never experienced before. She had never been happier when she was with him the past few weeks and the fact was she kind of missed MJ as well. They could have been really good friends but then this came up and she hadn’t talked to MJ in over a month. “Peter would you having MJ make you happy?”   “What? I’m not dumping you Gwen I care about you.” He reassured her.   She smiled at that thought, that he still wanted her but he also wanted MJ too. “I’m not saying that, just that if you had MJ like you had me would you be happy and be honest.”   Peter wasn’t sure what to say, he thought of lying but actually thinking about it he still loved MJ. It was totally insane but he did and every time he saw her it hurt knowing what he had and couldn’t have again. “It doesn’t matter sure it would be really nice but I’m with you and she doesn’t want to be a part of my life anymore.”   “Well what if you could make her a part of your life again?” She asked him and now he looked down at her confused. “If you want her then just take her like you did with me. I don’t mind sharing you Peter, maybe I should but for some reason whatever makes you happy makes me happy and if having both MJ and myself in your life makes you happy then I say we go for it.”   Peter was floored by this, “Wait are you telling me to just...well...”   “Well why not you didn’t have any problems when you did it to me.” She said and gave him a little scowl.   “Uh...yeah...Yeah okay I see your point but how do you know it will even work?” He had dodged the bullet with Gwen that first time but he didn’t want to do it again. What if it didn’t worked and MJ called the cops on him? Then everything would fall apart but he couldn’t help that the thought of him between MJ’s legs was something that he had been wanting to do for a long time.   “Aren’t you giving off something with your body now like you told me?” She asked him and he had to admit there was that. “Well think of this as an experiment then to see just how effective those chemicals are. Besides if you want her why not just take her? I’m sure she will thank you later Peter just like I do.” She smiled at him trailing her fingernails over his chest.   The thought of actually taking MJ was starting to arouse him, he was surprised by this he wasn’t sure who he was at times. It was like a more primitive side of him was waking up, his thoughts were suddenly filled of MJ laying naked screaming his name as he hammered into her young body. The thought started to give him an erection as some part of him was screaming to take her. It was like with Gwen all over again, the need for MJ was rising up in him and he knew it would drive him insane until he snapped and just did it anyway.   “But what if she doesn’t?” He asked her.   Gwen smiled at him seeing his penis enlarging, she licked her lips hungrily. “Then you keep on fucking her until she gives in.” With that Gwen moved down and started to suck his cock, Peter sighed as the blond started to do her thing. He stroked her hair and thought about it, he wanted MJ and he wanted Gwen too, he already took Gwen and that worked out great. So then if he did the same to MJ then he’d have both women that were important to him in his life and the things they could do together only helped Gwen’s job as his dick was throbbing at the ideas.   The old Peter would never have considered this but he was slowly changing and this new Peter would soon be above such things.   ---Elsewhere--- In another country where it was sunny and beautiful a large man sat looking at the scenery and yet not really looking. This was Wilson Fisk the Kingpin of crime a man in exile from his own empire all thanks to the efforts of Spider-Man. He should have killed that boy when he had the chance he knew that now, he had dismissed the boy and it had cost him. Plans were in motion to have him return to New York, his lawyers if they wanted to keep their jobs and their lives would see to it.   All it would take is time and in that time Wilson planned, he planned to take back his territories from those that were fighting over the power vacuum. He would deal with them and solidify his empire once more but then there was the personal matter. That was Spider-Man; he was going to have to set an example of that boy. He already had agents trying to figure out who the boy was, he gave them a vague description of the boy’s face but he wanted a name to go with it. He would crush that boy; he would see those close to him punished as well.   It wasn’t just that the boy had beaten him at his own game it was the fact that he had been beaten by a child no less. Some nobody that was barely into puberty had hurt him where the DEA, FBI, ATF and many other agencies, police officers and lawyers had tried for years to do. In just one moment that boy had done more to hurt him then all his enemies put together. So it wasn’t just revenge, although that was a large part of it, it was also that this boy was a threat to him. If he could do this much then he needed to be taken out for the future.   Wilson sat there not looking at the sun lower into the ocean, he would find out who he was, attack those close to him, ruin him, break him and then...He would kill Spider-Man.   Chapter 6: Mary Jane’s Ordeal

Chapter 7 - Chapter 7: Breaking Mary Jane

Spider-Man: Dark Urges   Chapter 7: Breaking Mary Jane   Mary Jane just lay there on the mat panting, just staring up at the ceiling. Her mind was filled with so much confliction it was getting hard to focus; she felt the throbbing between her legs, and the taste of Peter’s cum in her mouth and the slight heat of it in her mouth and throat. She felt the warm liquids on her face as well as her face was mixed with that, her sweat and dried up tears. She literally didn’t have the strength to fight and what was worse some part of her just didn’t want to fight anymore.   ‘What’s wrong with me? I should be horrified but why do I feel so hot? Why am I enjoying this for God’s sake? I shouldn’t but...I know that I am...’ A part of MJ still wanted to cry at that revelation that she was starting to enjoy this, she hadn’t at first that much she knew but after it she was just getting more and hotter and she wanted it. God help her she wanted more and she just didn’t understand it was the new chemicals that was running into her system from Peter that was making her feel this way.   She looked to her left as the two were starting to get it on, she didn’t want to look but for some reason she couldn’t turn away. She shouldn’t watch this, but seeing the two naked lovers there was somehow alluring.   Peter smiled as he got between Gwen’s legs, he leaned down to kiss her deeply and slowly letting the passion build up in them. Soon he felt her tongue trailing over his lips asking permission to enter, he opened his mouth feeling her tongue enter and he met it with his own. They wrestled inside of his mouth as his hands caressed her sides feeling the warm and soft flesh of his lover. His hard erection was rubbing up against her pussy and he knew it was driving her wild. He would tease her a bit making her want it more and more until she couldn’t stand it anymore.   He could taste her in his mouth and he felt the wetness on her pussy against his dick, he nearly lost control and just wanted to bury himself inside of her and feel that now familiar sensation of her hot and tight walls around him, gripping him as she would moan and move her hips against his. But he wanted to drag this out a bit and let the sperm inside of MJ do its work. By now he figured it was working into her blood stream and she would be getting very hot and horny soon. Plus seeing him fuck Gwen would only add to that, he wasn’t sure but he wouldn’t be surprised if he was giving off stronger pheromones lately as well, and the more sweat the more of that and there was one way to work up a great sweat.   He stopped kissing her as the need for air filled him and quickly went to attack one of her nipples, he latched onto it with his mouth sucking and licking it hard as his hands massaged her young full breasts. He could feel her hands in his hair as she moaned out loud. He bit her nipple and held it as he pulled up slightly and let it go, she made a small outcry of pain/pleasure and he went to her other one. He could feel her nails lightly clawing on his back as her hips were thrusting against him.   “Peter please I need it,” she wined.   “Need what?” Peter smirked kissing her neck.   “You know what.”   “Say it.” He told her.   “Fuck me, put that large dick in me and fuck my brains out, treat me like a whore, cum in my pussy just stick it in me and make me scream already what more to you want me to say?” She begged him feeling the tip of his cock against her clit making her want him even more.   “I meant please, but I think that will do,” Peter grinned and then when he felt himself at the right place he thrust in hard. She cried out at the sudden penetration but in lust as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Peter felt how wet she was but since she was so tight anyway she still had a nice grip on his member as he started with slow and deliberate thrusts. Gwen squirmed under him trying to move her hips to make him fuck her faster but he was enjoying making her moan, she begged him to fuck her harder and faster and he held out on that for as long as he could.   Gwen was dying inside or at least that’s what it felt like to her, she felt his dick inside of her but she wanted it to bound her insides so hard they would bruise she wanted him so badly and he was teasing her this entire time. Finally after what seemed like a long time for her Peter started to thrust faster and harder, she cried out in joy as she felt him starting to pick up the pace and she eagerly joined him. They made the usual sounds, grunts, outcries of passion as the sweat glistened on their young bodies, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the wet sounds from Gwen’s pussy as she was wet and slippery but still very tight for Peter.   MJ watched in morbid fascination at the two of them, unlike her time with Peter this wasn’t brutal or horrid this was something that two people enjoyed and she was ashamed that she wanted to experience that. They looked so happy and feeling so much pleasure and it wasn’t fair that she wasn’t getting any of that. Her groin was already heating up and she was getting wet from this already, she tried to pull her legs together and with her thighs rub her pussy trying to feel some sort of stimulation.   She knew that if she had only one hand free she would be using it not to get away like a normal person would be but to masturbate herself to an orgasm from seeing two people she knew fuck right in front of her. She wanted it, God help her she wanted it again and she had to bit her lip from whimpering in frustration not wanting them to know. She couldn’t understand why she was feeling like this, it was like a switch had been flipped inside of her head and all she could think about was having an orgasm again.   Gwen could feel herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm now, she loved how Peter’s cock moved inside of her how he learned to hit her just in the right way and how big and hard it was. She loved how his chest would push up against her breasts and her nipples would rub against his strong chest the hot breath on her neck the feel of his hands on her body. She closed her eyes enjoying the moment like she had countless times and knew as soon as he came she would experience that wonderful orgasm that only he seemed to be able to give her.   “Oh god...just a bit more...oh Peter I’m so close...oh cum in me please Peter...oh god yes, don’t stop please...I need it...I need to feel your cum in me again,” She moaned out.   “Okay Gwen...since you asked so nicely,” he panted and started to thrust with urgency as he felt his balls swell up in preparation and with a cry of passion he thrust himself deep into her young body flooding her with his hot sperm. She gripped him tightly and moaned out as she climaxed with him and as soon as he was done her limbs fell limp and she was panting up at the ceiling.   Peter was kneeling in front of Gwen panting and then looked to MJ, she had been looking at them and quickly turned her head but she saw what she had been doing and he smiled, it seemed that she was already being effected by his sperm and was getting all hot and horny. He crawled over to her and gently ran a hand over her body and she seemed to flinch from both being afraid and in desire for more. “See MJ it can be so good and I can make you feel very good as well if you want me to.”   “No please don’t do this,” MJ whimpered but she had no force in her voice like she didn’t really mean it and she wasn’t sure if she meant it or not. Then she gasped feeling Peter’s hand start to caress her pussy and the moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. She felt him gently rub her lips and she was ashamed to feel her hips jerk to meet his fingers.   “See you want this, at least your body is telling you that so just go with it MJ please. I want us to be together again and the three of us can have so much fun together,” He whispered into her ear licking it as he gently started to insert two of his fingers into her pussy. He could feel how wet she was getting and the way she was squirming told him that her body wanted more, she was making small moaning sounds and she was biting her lip trying to fight it but he knew that she couldn’t.   MJ tried so very hard to fight her body but it felt just so good, she wanted him to take her again and this time she didn’t want to fight it, she wanted to experience what Gwen looked like have been a great moment. She wanted more as she felt Peter’s body on hers, how his chest was pressing up against her breasts and the feel of his cock inside of her. It was so good this time around there wasn’t any pain like the first time for some reason and she wanted more.   Mary Jane felt tears of shame falling as she was enjoying this, “Oh god...I’m a slut, nothing more than just some whore.”   “No you’re not,” Peter said firmly as he stopped moving and looked at her, “You’re nothing like that, you’re a beautiful and wonderful girl why do you think I still want you after all this time? I fell in love with you a long time ago MJ and I know that you still care for me as well but I also care for Gwen as well. I want us all to just be happy and is there anything wrong with us being happy?”   “Think about our lives, your asshole of a dad-sorry but he is-Gwen’s dad dying and her mother not caring, my parents dead and now Uncle Ben not to mention all the other shit I have to deal with now as Spider-Man. Don’t we deserve to have some happiness in our lives to enjoy life?” He asked her and she looked into those brown eyes and she saw the same eyes that she fell in love with. She did still want him and even now her body was aching for his touch for his movements.   Yes the first time had been against her will but she still wanted him, god help her she still even loved him and she didn’t know why she should. She should hate him for violating her like that but she just couldn’t do it. And he had a point all three of them had so much pain in their lives, her father was such a horrible person to her and her mother all the time and she wished he would just go and never come back. How many times had Peter been there for her when she had broken down crying to him about some fight her father had, how many times had he cheered her up and helped her out?   She felt a soft hand caress her face and looked to see Gwen there smiling a sad and yet knowing smile at her as she wiped the tears away with a gentle hand of a lover. She knew pain as well and she leaned down and gently kissed MJ on the lips, at first she didn’t do anything but the kiss was so soft and gentle she couldn’t do anything but respond back and she was so surprised how good it felt.   Gwen pulled back and smiled at her, “Is this so wrong to be there for one another MJ? Can’t we just get along together and be together?”   Mary Jane was at a loss for words and she looked up at Peter again and she found them, “Peter...please take the webbing off, I want to make love to you without them.”   Peter smiled as he gently pulled them off and MJ wrapped her arms around his shoulders, Peter felt her wrap her legs around his waist and with a wanting look at him nodded to him. He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips and then started to thrust again. He loved the feeling of fucking a woman, and now he was doing it to MJ something he had dreamed about for so long, he felt how her inner walls were so warm and hot and slick. He heard her making soft moaning sounds as she thrusts back against him, her nails raking his back as enjoyed it.   There was another soft moaning and Peter looked to see Gwen fondling one of her breast and her other hand stroking her pussy as she was masturbating to the sight of it. He smiled at her and looked down at MJ, her red hair was around her head like a halo and she was slightly covered in sweat but she looked so beautiful to him. He loved the sounds she made as they were making love to each other and he buried his face into her neck as he kissed it and sucked on it.   “Oh god that feels so good Peter,” MJ panted feeling him work on her neck. “Peter...please, you can go faster now.”   He responded by doing just that, she felt him thrust so hard it slammed into her cervix so hard it made her grunt in pleasure, he would pull out halfway and then slam himself back into her but he would slowly pull out further and further until he had to sit up holding her legs as he pulled out until just the tip was still in and thrust back in with a bit of his strength behind it.   Mary Jane screamed out in pleasure at this as she clawed the mattress, “Oh god! Oh Peter! Oh-oh-ugh! You, you keep this up-argh-I’m going to cum again!”   “Damn I’m not far myself,” Peter groaned feeling her fuck him quickly.   “Oh god-oh god-oh god-oh....gawwwwd!” MJ arched her back as she had her orgasm feeling great. Peter felt her body convulse under him and the grip she had on his dick inside of her was increased he couldn’t last anymore with that kind of pressure and he felt his dick throb as he fired several squirts of cum into her waiting body. Mary Jane had thought she had finished but as soon as Peter’s chemically induced sperm hit her insides she was rocked with a second orgasm again.   She cried out holding Peter close feeling his hot cum inside of her, she felt how a bit of it was leaking out and it was so warm against her skin. Gwen smirked at the sight and gave a small clap of applause to the two of them. “Well that was a nice show but I hope you didn’t wear him out MJ, now I’m all hot and horny and I could use that dick of his to help me out with that.”   MJ was panting on the mattress too tired for the moment to say anything, Peter kissed her forehead and slowly slid out of her hearing her sigh as she felt him move. He was surprised to see himself still partially hard but ever since that suit got on him his sexual stamina was getting better all the time. He grinned at Gwen who was chewing on her finger nail and spread her legs looking very sexy and obviously ready for some more action. To Peter life was finally starting to look up and the three of them didn’t leave the old warehouse until three hours later.     -Elsewhere in New York- Over the streets of New York a black clad figure was running over the building leaping from rooftop to rooftop as she was moving through the city. The figure was a woman with a very athletic build to her and yet she was also very sensual at the same time. Her mane of white hair was a wig that she wore to help hide the short black hair she had as a way to throw off anyone that tried to look for a woman with white hair, she had on a mask with large reflective glass over her eyes. She was Felecia Hardy also known as the Black Cat.   She had spent several months healing after that sai to the chest that bitch Electra and thrown into her, she literally had thought that she had died but had been saved by a fisherman boat that had literally pulled her out of the water and had given her first aid. She had been sent to a hospital and as soon as she was well escaped in the dead of night. She had gone to ground and had took the time to heal and get her affairs in order such as a new place to live and a false identity as well.   But now she was back but the one thing she wanted was no longer around, the Kingpin had fled the country and was avoiding a murder trail for that video of him crushing a man’s head. She knew who had to be the one who had done that and she had to admit for a kid he did good work, although she liked the fact that he was away from his throne of power she still wanted to see that man dead. He had took her father away from her and placed him in prison to die and she swore she would take everything the Kingpin had from him. There was another though as well and that was Spider-Man, she still couldn’t believe she had come on to a kid of all things, she thought that he had just been a little short and slim but a high school student?   It still made her feel a little sick to think of all the fantasies she had of him and other things, she felt horrible that she had thought that she had been attracted to him, well that’s a lie and she knew it. She had been but there was no way she could allow herself to be with a boy, that was just wrong on so many levels to her. She had to smirk at that thought, here she was a thief thinking on how something was wrong the irony wasn’t lost on her.   At any rate since the Kingpin wasn’t in New York anymore the sharks were circling now smelling blood in the water and she was going to help with that. She was going to find every shady deal, business and enterprise and expose it to the world. She would take his empire apart piece by piece and steal as much loot as she could in the meantime to help fund her little revenge as well.   She smiled as she ran over the rooftops making acrobatic flips and leaps in the air, she always loved this part of her life she never felt more alive in these moments feeling the wind rush over her face and body from her movements knowing that a slip here or there could end with her taking a fall to her death. It was exhilarating and her heart was always pounding in her chest. She came to a rest looking at a company that Fisk owned, she smiled seeing the a few ways in already. She had planned on sneaking in and breaking into the safe in the CEO room and hacking the computer there was bound to be a lot of interesting information that she could use to show that this company dealt with illegal goods.   It would be a good night of that she was sure.   Next up Chapter 8: Friendships        

Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: The Big Secret

Spider-Man: Dark Urges Chapter 4: The Big Secret Despite the usual things going on in his life, like work, being a young hero and of course the MJ thing not to mention this whole suit, there were upsides. One such upside was the beautiful teen blonde that was riding his cock at this very moment. It was early in the morning and Gwen had snuck over to his room for a little early morning fuck. She had found him sleeping in his bed on his back with only a pair of pj pants on. She had nothing but a buttoned up shirt on, and she smiled seeing him sleep. Gwen slipped off her panties and placed them next to him as she crawled onto his bed, she had started by licking his chest and that started him moaning.   She rubbing herself up against him feeling his body against hers making her horny for him. She started to lower his pants until his penis was free, it didn’t take much for him to get erect. She just gently stroked the organ watching it as it grew to its size. She still marvelled at how big he was, and she started to lick it. That was what woke Peter up from his sleep feeling something nice on his dick, he looked down and smiled seeing the blonde teen licking him up.   She grinned at him and gave him a wink as she straddled him when he got hard. She lowered herself down and sighed feeling him once more inside of her. She started to ride him gently not wanting to wake up May in case she got up. Peter held her hips as she moved herself up and down, with swaying her hips side to side now and then. He wanted to see her tits though, and reached up and unbuttoned her shirt.   And so here he was with this blond vixen panting as her body worked up a slight sweat with her shirt opened up. He held onto her breasts feeling them as they bounced with her body, her slight moans and pants turning him on. The feel of her soft but firm tits felt great, he rubbed his hands over the nipples feeling them getting hard under his palms. He jerked his hips up to meet her thrust for thrust, he had to fight from moaning out too loudly.   Gwen ran her hands over his chest feeling the strong body under her as she rode Peter’s prick. God it felt great to her, and she was slowly starting to feel like she couldn’t do without it. These moments with Peter were turning out to be high points in her day, and the great thing was he had great stamina. Sometimes they would have a quick fuck in the morning, sometimes they could sneak another one in during the day if they could. Last time they had gone to the roof on the lunch hour and he fucked her there, then at night either in their rooms or in the basement they could do it again.   For the past few days Gwen had gotten more fucking then she thought someone could take, her body was getting a bit sore in some areas but she wanted at least one a day. Although Peter however seemed to need more and more. At one point she felt that Peter would fuck her until she passed out and would keep on going. But it wasn’t like she could say no to him, or that she had a headache. Sure it might work for a bit but when Peter needed release he had to get it and Gwen wanted to be willing unlike their first time together.   But her thoughts were torn away from that as Peter started to rub her clit with one of his hands, she groaned out and bit her lip stopping herself from making too much noise. It felt great how he was toying with her clit and she felt herself getting closer and closer. She started to slam herself down harder and faster and then she tensed as she came, her inner walls started to grip his dick wanted to take his seed, she ground her hips into him trying to get him to blow his load. It worked, the intense grip and her moving around with just her hips was all Peter needed to cum.   He shot his load into her and she seemed to have a second orgasm, she shook as it racked her body. Then she opened her mouth letting out pants as she placed herself on Peter’s body and kissed him passionately. He returned it feeling her hot naked flesh against his. ‘God I can’t believe this, it’s been over a week and we’re still going at it like rabbits.’ Peter thought as Gwen got off him and put her panties on. He just laid back smiling as he watched her go to get a shower and then change.   Things were going well for them, so then why was it he kept seeing MJ’s hurt face in his mind sometimes? She dumped him after all but then why couldn’t he let her go? He knew that he loved her but he was with Gwen now and so he should focus on her shouldn’t he? He sighed as he pulled up his pants, no matter what happened it just seemed like nothing went his way. All he did was try and be the good guy and what did it get him? Most of his family dead, major guilt, people hating him for no real reason, getting hurt trying to help people...The list went on.   It just didn’t seem fair to him but when he got this new suit things were going better for him. Hell he was talking to Eddie again and although he was an older boy he never treated Peter badly. It was nice having another friend and part of him kept debating on telling Eddie everything, especially the suit. He had been doing some testing on it lately, and Dr. Connors told him that he was still working on things too. Although the good Doc sounded a bit more happier lately for some reason as well. Well at any rate things were improving it seemed if only slowly and with Gwen he had a hot girlfriend who loved to be fucked all the time, and he was only too happy to do it.   Maybe he could think of some way to make sure that MJ would at least talk to him again, that would be a move in the right direction wouldn’t it? -Later- Gwen had gotten back home, said hello to Aunt May and went to her room. She threw her stuff on the bed and went to see if Peter was home. She looked into his room but so far nothing was in there, most likely he went off to work again. She sighed as she lay herself on his bed, it felt nice not for any particular reason mainly that it was Peter’s bed. She smiled remembering early that morning, just thinking about fucking Peter was enough at times to get her feeling nice. She wasn’t sure just what was going on.   Most of the times he was normal Peter but sometimes he just became this animal, maybe even a bit more. After her first time with anal sex she started to make sure she was prepared, stretching herself out a bit more to make it easier. That was another thing some times she should be pissed at him but she just couldn’t think of him like that. It was confusing as hell but then there was the mind blowing sex that went with it.   She sighed and decided to go and check the basement to see if he was down there just in case. She walked into his little basement lab, half the stuff she wasn’t sure what he used for down here. But then again he was an overachiever so she thought he ran extra credit science experiments. She didn’t see him however and turned to leave that is until she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. It was red and so it stood out. She looked at a trunk and saw a piece of red cloth sticking out.   “What’s this?” She looked at it and she saw black lines on it. For a moment she froze thinking she knew that pattern. “No...It’s not possible...It can’t be.” She was shaking a bit but she had to know. So she pulled open the top and she stared at the sight. She just felt cold inside now, as she reaching in her hand shaking as she pulled out a Spider-Man mask. It was one of Peter’s spare costumes that he put away since he had the black suit now but Gwen had no way of knowing it.   Gwen just looked at the mask, the same type of mask the person who killed her father had worn. She fell to her knees as she just cried out, all her pain of her father’s death and her anger was let out, and not only that. She felt hurt as a truth hit her, that Peter was Spider-Man. She was torn up inside as everything about him made sense, his surprising strength, the bruises he sometimes had, all the strange things about him.   “That bastard...” She said angrily as she dried away her tears.   Later that night Peter came home, it had been a slightly rougher night. Dealing with JJ and also somehow Shocker got out...again. Well this time he made sure he was staying in jail at least until that jaw healed. Honestly how did they do it? They must have some very high priced lawyer or something that or New York prisons just weren’t the same as they used to be. He landed in the backyard and called back the black costume. Lately he had learned that it could actually mimic clothing, as he was wearing now. It sure helped to change suddenly that was for sure.   He walked into the basement first, he wanted to sneak back in and it was better this way then the front door. He made it down and noticed how dark it seemed. He clicked on a light and there was a sudden metallic clicking sound, it was one he had heard before of that of a gun being cocked. He turned around and saw a very angry looking Gwen.   In Peter’s mind he thought that whatever effect was on her was off and she was going to shoot him for that first night together. Although he really didn’t blame her, hell he still felt guilty over that, for his first time that was not the kind of memory he wanted to have. “Gwen look if this is about that night...”   “You bastard...You’ve been lying to me all this time!” She shouted out with tears in her face.   Peter wasn’t sure what she was getting at, what had he been lying to her about? Well beside the obvious and...then he knew it. And she could see it in his face, in his eyes that he suddenly knew what she was talking about. She used one hand to pull out the mask from her back pocket and flung it at him. “You killed him, you killed my father!”   “Gwen you know that’s not true,” Peter said calmly he knew that she blamed Spider-Man for her father’s death. Even though the real killer had been caught she still blamed Spider-Man and now him. “Gwen I was there with you don’t you remember? When you heard I was there holding you as you cried in my arms. There was no way I could be in two places at once and you know it, you know it was a fake.”   She had tears flowing freely and her hand was shaking, she had hated Spider-Man for so long and now Peter was Spider-Man. All this time he had been screwing her and being her friend and he never told her, she felt betrayed and hurt by that. “You lied to me all this time...Why? Did you just want me as some fuck toy or something?”   “God Gwen no, I care about you. That’s why I asked Aunt May to take you in, that’s why I’ve been by your side all through this. Can’t you see that?” He told her and it was the truth he did care for Gwen. He slowly started to walk towards her as his spider sense wasn’t kicking in, so there was no real danger. She kept the gun on him but from the looks of things she wasn’t sure what to do. “Gwen...Don’t do this, this isn’t you. You’re a good person that has a lot of shit happen to her. Trust me I know what that’s like when the world keeps taking those you love from you.”   That had managed to really reach her, she knew about his parents and his uncle. That was one of the reasons she found comfort in Peter, that he understood her pain better than anyone. She thought about all the times he had been there for her, the passion they had shared. She watched as he gently took the gun from her hands and she just lost it. All of her pain that she had bottled up came out and she fell into him. She cried her heart out feeling all the pain and loss just slam into her.   Peter hugged her close as he just let her cry, he had never seen her like this before and so he just held her. He put the gun on the table next to them and held her glad this was over. He took her up to her room and she was pretty quiet for a long time, he guessed she was just trying to rack her brain around all of this. Eventually she spoke, “Peter...”   “Yeah?”   “I’m...I’m sorry...” She looked away from him and he sat down next to her putting an arm around her.   “It’s okay trust me you’ve been through a lot and although the gun-which by the way where the hell did you even get one?- Was a bit much.” He said.   “It was my dad’s...So...So just how did you get to be him?” She asked him. He sighed as he stared with the whole story. He told her about the spider bite, about Norman Osborn, about how his Uncle had died and how he blamed himself for it. He spent a long time both telling her and just letting all the secrets he kept bottled up inside of himself out, it felt good to be finally able to tell her everything about him. He told her that MJ knew as well and that was the real reason she had left him. She couldn’t stand to see him hurt all those times and she was scared that he would end up dead.   Gwen listened to it all not saying a word, as she listened she got to know a side of Peter that she hadn’t seen before, and she saw the man behind the mask. Listening to this she also saw Spider-Man in a different light, she knew that her anger at her father’s death was misplaced but she needed someone to blame but after all this she couldn’t bring herself to hate Peter. It just wasn’t in her and when he had talked about his Uncle she took his hand seeing the pain in him. By the end of things it was getting late but neither of them cared.   “Wow....just...God Peter that’s a lot to deal with,” She said shaking her head hearing some of the stories he had told her.   “Yeah tell me about it.” He sighed rubbing the back of his head.   “So then there is something I’ve been wondering...I found the old costume but what of that new black one that I’ve seen Spider-Man, you wearing?” She asked.   He smirked and stood up, he concentrated as the ‘clothing’ around him turned black and the new Spider-Man suit appeared. Gwen nearly fell off the bed at her surprise at that and Peter laughed, “Yeah see the new ‘suit’ is this thing my dad made with a friend of his. It was supposed to be a cure for cancer and all that but he never finished it. I took a bit of it and well...as far as I can tell I’m physically better now and well...the other strange things with me as well.”   “Oh so that’s where this new you came from.” She stood up and walked over to him. She touched it and she could have sworn that it moved a bit under her touch. “It feels...alive.”   “I think it is in a way.” He admitted. “I don’t think its got a mind of its own more like...like basic instincts. It’s kind of like a symbiote in a way, I’m the host to it that it needs to live off of and in return it makes me better. I think it’s feeding on my sex drive but I still need to hear back from a friend of mine I gave some samples to but after everything I think it’s a good possibility.”   “Cool,” She said feeling him with the suit on, it was getting a bit warm to her touch almost like flesh in a way. “Can you feel my hands?”   “Uh...yeah actually the suit seems to have gotten kind of...sensitive...” Peter felt a shiver go through him, it was like his sense of touch was being heightened by it all. He was also feeling a bit warm himself as he felt a familiar urge rising up in him. “Shit...I think the suit is getting kind of...”   “Horny?” Gwen giggled and she watched at when her hand caressed his chest the suit actually seemed to touch her hand back. “I think he likes me...Peter...You think that you could have sex with it on?” She felt herself getting a bit turned on although she wasn’t sure why. But after everything that Peter had shared with her and the fact she did point a gun on him, she should make it up to him.   “I...I’m not...” before he could finish however she noticed Peter’s growing erection, the suit was instead of forming around like a cup around his privates was pulling back making his cock and balls shape and form.   “Well you like to run experiments right? Think of this as one of them,” Gwen slid herself down and started to lightly tough his penis. He groaned the sensations being amplified by the suit, she watched as he grew in shape and size. She leaned a bit closer starting to lick it and it felt smooth and warm, not like real flesh but it was pretty close. She soon got him fully erect and then kissed the tip of the cock, Gwen started to suckle the tip of the head and Peter lightly gripped her head. She smirked as she slowly started to take him into her mouth.   “Oh god...” He moaned feeling her tongue wrap around his member was like nothing he had felt. She had gave him blowjobs before but with the suit it was like he could feel every inch of detail on her tongue. Soon he couldn’t stand her teasing him and he started to thrust into her mouth, he wanted to fuck those lips of hers. Gwen nearly gagged when he started to fuck her, holding her head and making her bob her head back and forth. He went in but she managed to control it, she breathed in time with his motions.   Peter kept fucking her mouth faster and faster, he kept in control just enough not to hurt her so she kept on licking and sucking the member in her mouth. Her jaw was starting to get tired though and tried to make moaning and humming noises she heard that it helped. And it did, a normal hum for a guy with a dick in a girl’s mouth felt great, for Peter it felt amazing.   “Oh shit!” He cried out in surprise holding her head as he felt his balls tighten and his cum shot out into her mouth. Gwen was surprised by it and started to swallow it all, it felt almost like alcohol with how it felt hot going down her throat. She had snuck a drink here and there when her dad had been out last year. When it hit her belly it was like someone had lit her fire, she felt all hot in her stomach area and the familiar need for sex was only more intensified for her.   She slowly took his still hard cock out of her mouth, trailing her tongue along the shaft all the way. She looked up at Peter with a smirk and lust in her eyes. “So you going to take me now or do I need to give you an invitation?” She smiled as he pulled her up to him. The mask parted around his mouth just enough for him to kiss her solidly.   Peter then threw Gwen onto the bed lightly as they started to get her out of her clothing. She was excited to know how it would feel like to have that black cock inside of her, plus the cum she had swallowed left her feeling even more horny than ever, she hadn’t came but she was fully excited. Hell when they got to her panties they were soaked already. She wondered if Peter’s cum would always have this effect on her? Well she didn’t care as she threw the last of her clothing away, she lay herself down onto the bed with her legs opened wide inviting him to her.   “Come on and fuck me you two.” She grinned at Peter and his suit. She wasn’t sure if the suit knew anything or even understood her but she wanted to just say it. After all her new found sex life was here because of it. “Come and fuck me like never before boys.”   “Careful what you ask for,” Peter said to her as he got on top of the blonde. He pressed his dick to her lips and then shoved it into her all the way in one push.   Gwen threw her head back with gritted teeth as she felt him fill her in a second. Then he started bucking his hips and she locked her legs around him as he rode her hard and fast. This wasn’t love making it was pure sex. She felt the suit along her body and it felt weird at first but also nice, and the dick in her was so smooth it moved with no friction at all really. Peter felt great, his entire body seemed super sensitive and he could feel everything on her body, even her heart beat through her chest. Then he thought what else the suit could do so he experimented.   Gwen gasped when she first started to feel it, the suit was actually moving over her body, she felt it starting to gently caress her skin. It was like many hands were on her body, she felt her breasts being pushed against his chest and yet also being fondled. She felt something move over her nipples like fingers playing with them. “Oh god Peter what are you doing?”   “Experimenting.” He panted out to her.   She held onto him for dear life feeling things she was sure no woman had, and just when she thought that was it, she was wrong it was only the start. She felt the costume expand and cover her crotch as it started to play with her pussy while it was being fucked, she felt what felt like tiny fingers playing with her, and most of all her clit. “Oh god Peter this is amazing! Oh fuck! Fuck! Holly shit!” she screamed out never feeling anything remotely like it.   Then it really got interesting, she felt the suit covered dick now covering her inner walls all over the place. Every part was covered and feeling like she was being fucked and fingered at the same time. She came screaming at that point, he felt her cum, her cunt tightening up around his dick but he still kept on fucking her. It was just too amazing, he had the suit feel her all over as he either rubbed up against her naked body or her insides as he fucked her.   “Oh god Gwen this feels so fucking great, I can feel everything. Shit I may always have to fuck you like this from now on!” He cried out as he sped up his thrusts and he nearly growled when he came, he shot a major load of his cum into her body. Gwen cried out as she was racked for another orgasm, she felt dizzy for a moment and after a minute she realized that even though he had came he hadn’t stopped fucking her and he was still hard. For the next hour Peter fucked her like a madman, he turned her onto her stomached and fucked her ass again, thankfully this time Gwen was more used to it, and then he fucked her doggy style.   Gwen lost count of her orgasm after she passed out by the end of it. At this point Peter was fucking her one last time, he lost count of his own orgasms the suit was making sex like a drug to him and one he didn’t mind. He gave a few final thrusts before he stayed still as the last of his cum was sent into her body, she shivered as she came even though she wasn’t awake. Peter was panting hard now the suit retracted from him leaving him naked. He was covered in sweat and looking down at the spent form of Gwen so was she. The room reeked of sweat and sex, and Peter didn’t have the strength to go on, he just pulled out gently seeing his cum leaking out of her cunt.   He then just lay next to her and soon fell asleep, he was glad that she knew his secret it made things so simple. As he fell asleep he wondered what else he would find out about the suit, little did he know that the suit itself...was more intelligent than he had thought...   Next Up: Inner Darkness

Chapter 10 - Chapter 9: Silver Haired Merc

Spider-Man: Dark Urges   Chapter 9: Silver Haired Merc   Peter knew that his life wasn’t ever going to be normal but he could hope that he could go a week without something crazy happening. So far it hadn’t been so bad, he had been getting to know Eddie better and was helping him out with the research. He had been giving little hints and stuff to him from his ‘experiments’ to at least lead him in the right direction. The girls had been a great as usual too, Gwen started to sleep in just a t-shirt lately at night and said if he ever needed a midnight fuck she was okay with it. MJ hadn’t like it because it meant she got more time with him but he worked it out that as long as she kept her window unlocked and they kept it down he could visit her in the middle of the night as well.   Which just seemed to work out for them, although there had been a few other details lately that he had been thinking about, there were rumors of a mutant at school. He didn’t have anything against mutants but he had heard that the guy was causing some trouble so he would have to work look into that when he could. But at the moment he had some bigger problems facing him, mainly a group of mercenaries of all things seemed to be after him. As if guys like the cops, Feds and sometimes SHIELD wasn’t enough now he had hired guns coming after him? Peter wasn’t sure what kind of fucked up life he had but whatever it was it just seemed to be nothing more than moments of extremes.   His love life and his life as Spider-Man was always hectic. He sighed as he was trying to get rid of the helicopter that was chasing him. And the worst thing was he didn’t know who or why. It was obviously not the regular guys after him as these guys where professionals but defiantly not SHIELD. So far he had been trying to get rid of these guys for thirty minutes now and he was getting annoyed.   So if running wasn’t an option he was going to take these guys down, he swung through the city looking for the perfect area and found it. He took a tight corner and stuck to the wall, he had made sure the helicopter wasn’t too far behind him and as soon as it turned the corner he fired his webbing at the rear rotor blades. The webbing took hold and the helicopter now was struggling to maintain altitude, he knew he couldn’t let them crash. He webbed up the top blades and swung it onto the roof of a smaller but study building. The helicopter came to a rough landing crashing itself into the roof.   He landed on the roof to make sure that no one was going to die when the hatch opened up suddenly. They came out of the ruined vehicle with weapons balzing, some kind of nonlethal type from what he could see but that didn’t matter to him. They may be good but he wasn’t the normal kind of guy they fought. He was faster, stronger and more agile then a normal human and with the suit those abilities were only enhanced. Plus the weapons fire only stung a bit anyway with the suit protecting him. Within  five minutes he had managed to web up the entire group.   “You know you guys just suck,” Spider-Man said to them, “I mean really, you suck. I don’t know what you’re problem is but you guys certainly aren’t in my league and I hope that you’ve learned this. Just who the hell are you guys anyway?”   A beautiful woman with snow white hair spoke up, “I’m Silver Sable, commander of this unit. We’re mercenaries .”   “Great just great,” Peter said throwing his hands up, he couldn’t believe someone was now hiring mercenaries to go after him of all things. If it wasn’t one thing it was another and he was getting sick and tired of stuff like this happening. Sure super villains went with the territory but this was just something he really didn’t want to deal with.   “Look we were just hired to bring you to someone for a talk that’s it.” Silver Sable told him.   “Wait, you chased my ass all over just to get me to talk to someone?” Peter asked them. “Then why the hell didn’t you just try and ask me!”   “Because if you said no we would have had to do this anyway and we can’t afford that.” Sable told him.   Peter sighed as she was right, most likely he would have just ignored it but damn it did they really need to do what they did? “Okay that’s it I’m going to leave you guys for the cops to deal with.”   “Wait,” Sable shouted at him. “Even if the cops do take us you think it will end with us? There will be others and they won’t be as nice about it as we are.”   Peter stopped in his steps giving the woman a glare behind his mask, he got the feeling that she was telling the truth. And if these were the ‘nice’ ones then what would the ones that weren’t so nice do? How many innocent people could get hurt by all of this just because some asshole wanted o talk to him for who knows what reason and what if his family and others close to him got involved as well. He really didn’t like this kind of thing, as any choice he made could be bad.   Sable saw him thinking and decided that maybe she could make it easier for him. “Look my employer just wants to talk maybe we could come to an agreement?”   Peter looked at her, he was worked up and needed some kind of way out of this. But what could she give him that he would take? Well he supposed money could be a good option but then he took a better look at her. He had to admit that she was very sexy, the long white hair, the athletic and yet sexy body in the skin tight uniform was alluring.   ‘Damn it not now,’ Peter thought to himself feeling the familiar sensations rising up in him. The damn suit put his libido into overdrive and now it was acting up. He knew that he needed to get laid and soon but he had to deal with all of this first and he was sure he wouldn’t last that long. Then an idea hit him as he looked at Sable’s body again.   “Anything you said?”   “Yes, anything you want.” She told him.   “Alright then,” he cut her down as well as the others and looked at her.   “So what is it you want?” Sable said trying to get the last few strands of webbing out of her suit.   “You.” He said and she looked at him in shock as did the other mercenaries. “Hey you said anything and that’s my price, and considering all the crap you’ve put me through it’s a fair trade.”   --=Later=--   After Sable told her people to get out of the area and clean up, she reluctantly took Spider-Man to her penthouse that she rented in downtown Manhattan. He carried her there through the air and landed on the large balcony. They walked into the place in silence as she turned on the lights.   Peter looked around the area and he had to admit for a mercenary she picked the best rooms. Silver Sable had led him to one of New York’s best hotels and in the penthouse suit of all things, he wasn’t sure how much she was being paid to bring him to her employer for a talk but he was starting to think being a mercenary paid really well. The place was very roomy, there was what looked like a flat screen plasma TV on the wall, trunks and luggage cases were all over the place opened up. He could see various clothing and weapons too.   He followed her into what was the bedroom and already he was feeling his desire for his woman rise up, he watched her walk the way her full hips swung slightly. She wasn’t like Mary Jane or Gwen, he loved the girls but he lusted for this beautiful woman. Her legs were long and her body was slim, athletic and yet remained very sexy. Her ass was very well toned as well, and he had to admit he was wondering if her hair was naturally that white.   Silver Sable couldn’t believe she was going to take a teenage to her bed, of course she had done a lot worse in her time. She had used her body to get into places where normally she couldn’t have before. Offering sex to a guard to get pass security, a few times she had taken the place of a hooker sent to pleasure her target in order to get access to him and then kill him. They had been not the best memories and she quickly forgot them, but as she started to take off her equipment the thought of having sex with an underage boy was a little unsettling.   Then again maybe it was just because it was something new for her, a new line she would cross for her work. She mentally sighed at the lengths she would go but perhaps it wouldn’t be all bad, after all boys that age weren’t exactly known for lasting that long. She would just have to lay there and let him rut himself to cumming and then they could get on with things. It was a small price to pay and would avoid a lot more trouble in the long run in trying to capture him. Having him willingly go with her would make things so much easier.     Peter couldn’t help but admire her body as she stripped out of her clothing, she was nothing like the other girls. She got onto the bed and he pulled back the costume so he was naked as well. He got on the bed next to her and reached to touch those large breasts of hers. Her breasts were much bigger and as he reached to touch them they were a lot firmer too. Still her skin was nice and soft but these tits were more than a handful for him. That and there was something else we well, her nipples were huge too, like eraser heads bit. They stuck out and were thicker then the girls too, he played with them with his fingers and was slightly disappointed that they weren’t even hard yet.   He was hoping that she would get into this, ‘Oh well just let me cum in her pussy and she’ll be begging me to fuck her all night long.’ He thought as he bent down to suck on those huge nipples of her. He had to admit he really liked them as his mouth played with them. He ran a hand down her abs and he had to admit not only were they flat but the muscle on them was kind of hot, not too much and not too little. His hand went down further to her pussy past the small triangle of white hair to her lower lips.   He felt her react to his tough as he started to rub them but she wasn’t even really wet yet. It was obvious that she wasn’t getting into it, but if thought that would make him lose interest he didn’t know that he actually raped his girlfriends the first time. Okay sure he wasn’t proud of that and he sure as hell would never tell another living soul, he never even brought it up with them out of shame. But he still had a few tricks up his sleeve.   His hand went to her mount and called up the suit, it started to slighter onto her skin and start to fill her pussy.   Sable had been trying not to enjoy this too much, but the boy seemed to have more experience with women then she expected. Then something strange was going on with his hand, something warm was flowing over her pussy and then into it!   “What the hell is that!?” she shouted out trying to move but he held her in place since he was a lot stronger than he looked.   “Just relax and enjoy,” Peter smirked at her before going back to her breasts. The suit slowly entered inside of her as he could feel it as well as the sensations were carried back to him. He could feel everything about her cunt and the soft, warm flesh inside of it. He stretched it out coving everything and started to gently massage it. He could hear her breathing picking up and when he found her g-spot a moan escaped her lips. She was trying to be professional and not trying to enjoy this, well he was going to make it really hard for her now.  He could feel every inch inside of her now right up to the cervix. Now he slowly started to expand her sex walls.   Sable was biting her lip trying to ignore the pleasure she was feeling. She wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing but she never felt anything like it. Her entire pussy was heating up from what he was doing and the burning desire for something to fill it was getting harder and harder to ignore. Her hips wanted to thrust against his hand. She was getting wet now and Peter thought she was ready enough.   He got on top of her and pushed his cock into her pussy, she gave a small grunt as he did so. She was surprised by his size he was a bit above average, and he thrust into her. She wasn’t as tight as Gwen or Mary Jane but then she was older and had more experience but she was still a nice tight fuck. He fucked her deep as he could go and did his best to hit her g-spot as well. She was trying not to enjoy it but from her panting and the slight moans that escaped he knew that a part of her was. He decided not to drag out the first time and started humping her quickly, because he was feeling backed up and needed a quick release.   He made a few last thrusts before a torrent of cum was shot into her body and Sable was surprised by how she suddenly orgasmed. She hadn’t been close and she couldn’t figure out why she just climaxed like that. Before she could think on it she found Spider-Man was fucking her again, he was still hard and this time she felt her body wanting him more. After ten minutes of him fucking her again she lost any inhibitions as his cum worked its way into her system.   “Oh yes! Yes!” Sable yelled out not carrying about her pride anymore. She never felt like this and she wanted him to take her. She always loved strong men and although young the boy was obviously stronger than she was and knew how to pleasure a woman. She had only met a handful of men that could get her off like this.   “Tell me what you want,” Peter said thrusting into her some more.   “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Treat me like a slut!” She cried out. It was a secret shame of hers, she liked to be treated like a piece of meat, to only be fucked like a whore. Yes she was a strong woman but she had to be in order to do her job. Only a few lovers that she had taken to her bed were worthy enough for her to drop everything and let them ravish her.   Peter was surprised by this but if that is what she wanted, he mentally shrugged and pulled out of her. She gave a small moan of disappointment but he flipped her over onto her stomach easily enough. He slapped her ass hard making a red mark and making her flinch and yelp. “Get your ass up here.” He commanded.   She did so bracing herself up on her forearms. She felt another smack and she moaned with the slight pain it gave her. Peter placed his dick at the entrance to her sex and slammed himself home all the way up inside of her hard and fast. She cried out in pain and pleasure as Peter started to fuck her hard. He reached with his hands to her shoulders and pulled her back to him, helping her to fuck him faster and harder.   “Oh god yes! Fuck me like a bitch!” Sable cried out.   Peter figured out that she must want him to verbally assault her as well, Gwen sometimes liked to talk dirty too although Sable seemed to be on another level. Hell she was fucking him back eagerly and the he could feel that she was contracting her pussy as he thrust into her making her tight with each fuck. She also was swaying her hips in a way that he liked, maybe he could find a way to get her to give the girls lessons? Hell her blow job had been amazing.   “You want to be fucked like a whore don’t you!” Peter yelled at her giving it to her hard and rough.   “Yes I do! Fuck me like a whore, make me your bitch please! I want a strong man to dominate me. I’m sick of weak dicked men, I want a warrior, I want a real man!” Sable cried out feeling Peter giving her a fucking that she craved. Peter’s dick was slamming into her so hard it hurt and yet she loved it, she was used to pain in her life and she liked to feel some pain having sex it just made it so much more powerful to her. “I want you to ravage me Spider-Man! Tare my pussy apart! I want it hard!”   “Fine you asked for it!” Peter used the suit to cover his dick and then expand it making it larger. Sable threw her head back and cried out feeling herself being stretched out even more. Then he decided to try something he was experimenting with. He had the new cock had ridges to them with small bumps to it. He heard her moaning out and then made the bumps end in small points, nothing that could cut her but it would scrape her pussy.   “AHHHHHH!” Sable screamed out as the pain went through her pussy. For a second he was afraid he might had went to far until she was thrusting back against him. “MORE! OH GOD! AHHHHHH-UGGGGHHH! I’M CUMMMIINNGG!”   Peter felt her pussy convulse on his cock and it was all he needed to blast more of his cum inside of her body. Sable was covered in sweat as she was coming down from the most explosive orgasm she had been given. She had a dildo that felt like the cock that was inside of her and that was the only thing that could get her off like that before. Before she knew it Peter’s hands went to her large breasts and were squeezing them hard and pulling on the nipples just as hard. She grunted as he hammered into her again without stopping. She didn’t know how he could cum like he had and was still hard on his third go.   Peter continued to fuck her calling her things like slut and cum whore and she begged for more. He reached to grip her hair and pulled it back making her head lean back as she cried out.     By the end of it Sable was tired, sore as hell but in total bliss. She was surprised that her pussy wasn’t in agony, it normally was when she used her special dildos but not this time. She reached a finger to her lower lips feeling the mass of cum still inside of it. Maybe the boy’s cum was different, it certain wasn’t normal. The boy had larger amounts then was possible for a normal human his size almost like his body was mass producing the stuff. Normally the amount of sperm a man shoots dwindle each time he ejaculates in a row but with Peter she didn’t see or feel any difference. Plus every time he came in her she orgasmed and what were the odds of that? Plus when he started fucking her with that ‘special’ cock of his it had hurt but as soon as he came the pain left. She had plenty of his cum so she resolved to save a bit and see a friend about analysing what it was exactly.   But now her mind was on something else. Never had she been fucked like that and by a teenager of all things. Sure she had some fantastic lovers but this had been the best night of her life and a part of her was sad that she couldn’t make this into something more. If he was old enough she would offer him a job with her, with his abilities they could do a lot and the nights in her bed would amazing. But he was still underage and how could things work between them?   She sighed as she tried to push those thoughts away, no matter how good the night was she had a job to do. The boy agreed to meet the man that hired her out to find him but after that they would have to move on again. She looked at the boy, “Can I ask...what’s your real name?”   Peter was surprised by this, he turned to look at the beautiful woman, “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He smirked.   She smiled back at him, “It’s Silver Sablinova, but you can just call me Silver or Sable.”   Peter nodded his head, “Peter Parker, nice to meet you Silver.”   She nodded her head and sighed as she rested back onto her large bed. “Tell me if I ever enter New York again would you mind us spending some more, time together?”   Peter shouldn’t have been surprised, after all the chemicals that his sperm was shooting out seemed to make the women he fucked imprint on him. Plus there was the fact that it gave them instant orgasms. He thought about it and he guessed that it would give MJ and Gwen a break now and then they could only take so much sex and he seemed to need a bit more than they could give at times. So why not? He would have to tell them about this but he got the feeling they wouldn’t mind him sleeping around as long as he loved them and nothing could stop him from loving those girls. It was just that with the suit he now had urges that needed to be satisfied or else he might go out and start raping women again.   With Gwen and MJ he had been lucky but what would happen if he was so pent up that he lost total control? What if he just started to attack women in broad day light on the street? Even if they didn’t press charges his reputation would be ruined...well...even more so.  He had come to the realization that he needed to give the suit what it needed or else he might be in big trouble. Plus was it really so bad having sex with someone like Sable now and again? Plus who else could he nail? The possibilities were very interesting but he needed to be careful, he couldn’t just rape a girl and then let his chemically altered cum just turn them into his sex servants.   No he needed to be a lot smarter than that, like with Sable. She agreed to this and there was no problem, sure she had some freaky tastes in sex wanting to be totally dominated like that. But hey why rock the boat? He turned to Silver Sable and even after the rounds of sex making her all sweat covered, her hair matted to her face and body she was still one hell of a knock out.   “Sure thing, I’d like that.” Peter said and he could see that the large smile on her face said that this was only just the beginning with her.   Up Next Chapter 10: Mutant troubles

Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: Friendships

Spider-Man: Dark Urges   Chapter 8: Friendships   It had been a couple of weeks and things for Peter were definitely different, now that he had two girlfriends that is. It got around the school pretty fast that he was dating two girls and not only did both girls know they were totally fine with it. It soon became common to see the three of them holding on to each other, laughing and kissing. The guys especially liked it when MJ and Gwen would give each other little peeks on the lips sometimes. Not only that but Peter found many guys asking how he did it and could he tell them what his secret was. He really enjoyed how Flash must be dying inside knowing that Peter of all people had two hot girlfriends who were into each other.   Although no one knew just how deep the relationship went, they were very careful not to get caught having sex which wasn`t that easy. At home he usually waiting for his Aunt to leave for the girls and him to have any fun, sometimes he would be fucking one of them or both or just sitting back and watching MJ and Gwen in some hot lesbian action. Sometimes they went over to MJ`s home when her parents were out, mainly they used the old building that the whole three way relationship started in. They knew once it got colder they would have to think of something else but thankfully the weather wasn`t too bad and the place did keep out the rain. Over time they even put in a few touches like pillows, blankets a cooler and other things to help make it more comfortable.   Peter even set it up so all the windows and doors were locked up with pieces of metal wedged tightly into them with the exception of one door that was hidden. You wouldn`t know it was there unless you looked so they didn`t have to worry about any homeless people finding the place and crashing there. But it was still only temporary until they could find someplace more permanent.   At any rate he was enjoying himself, he was walking out front of the school waiting for the girls to show up before they left school. He just got outside when he noticed a familiar person waiting out there, it was Eddie Brock his old childhood friend that had kept the substance that their parents made around and it was all thanks to him that he had the suit now.   “Hey there Peter how’s life in high school, pretty much sucks?” Eddie smiled at him.   Peter smiled back, “Yeah but I found something that makes it a lot better lately.”   “Oh what’s that?” He asked the younger boy and just then two female voices called out Peter’s name and watched a good looking blonde with an equally nice looking redhead came into view. Then he saw something that he only thought that happened in fantasies as both girls gave him a kiss. He watched as both girls hung on to one of his arms and he could tell that they were into him pretty bad with the way they were snuggling up to him.   “Jeez since when did you become a player Peter?” Eddie grinned at the younger boy.   Peter shrugged and smiled, “Girls this is Eddie that I was talking about, Eddie these are my girlfriends Gwen Stacy and MJ.” “Oh so he’s the old friend you met up again?” Gwen asked seeing Peter nod his head, “Well then glad to meet you there Eddie, Peter’s been talking about you but we never got to meet you.”   “Well wish he could have said the same to me,” Eddie smiled back at them he just couldn’t believe the boy’s luck. In high school Eddie had gotten some tail when he filled out some in his senior year but this was beyond anything he had ever seen. Plus he had to admit he had a thing for blondes and the girl was pretty sexy sure she was a few years younger but damn she was hot. The redhead was good too but his preference was still blondes.   “Hey Gwen why don’t we go to my place and get the homework out of the way while Peter catches up with Eddie?” MJ asked her since they had been kind of hording Peter lately. She wondered if he did anything other than being Spider-Man and also having sex with them. It would be good for Peter to keep in touch with his friends still and also she was still a bit sore from the last fucking Peter had given her. She had asked for a very large member and so Peter used the costume to make a giant penis that had been a mistake as she was sore as hell from it.   Gwen seemed to like that kind of thing but she preferred Peter’s normal size just fine, besides there were other things that he could do that was amazing. Like when he fills her pussy with the costume so every part of her is covered and then every inch gets massaged at the same time. It’s so powerful that it keeps giving her multiple orgasms every time although for Gwen she needs a little more work to reach just one. Apparently they just liked different things which was fine by her since it meant Peter would never get bored.   Eddie watched them leave and then whistled turning to Peter with a huge grin on his face he ruffled the young boy’s hair, “Okay like I said before when did you become such a player? I mean two girls at once and they’re into it, you are the luckiest bastard on the planet right now you know that?”   Peter grinned as he pushed his hand away and tried to fix his hair, “Yeah I know trust me there were a few roadblocks to get around and of course my Aunt can never know or else she’d kill me. Especially if she knew what we do together or that Gwen and me do in our rooms when she’s not home.”   Now Eddie was laughing as they started to walk off together, “Oh man and you’re getting laid, shit man with all the work I’ve been doing with school and trying to figure out that suit our dad’s made I’ve barely had the time for girls. Although I got to admit that blonde girl is damn fine.”   “Gwen,” Peter said supplying the name seeing the look on Eddie’s face. “A bit young for you isn’t she?”   “A bit young for you three to be screwing around too.”   “Point taken,” Peter said rubbing the back of his head, “trust me when I say that I didn’t plan on it.”   “Hey sometimes things just happen,” Eddie said with a shrug, “I mean hell we’re still young so we should enjoy life while we can. There are a lot of things out there to have some fun before we’re too old to do anything like we could have done. Plus you can never tell what’s going to happen either...like with our parents you never know when things will end.”   Peter noticed that Eddie got quiet with that as his face darkened and Peter felt the same pain and loss inside of him. It also made them angry knowing that perhaps that they were even killed because someone was trying to steal their life’s work. That was something that he had been looking into on the side but so far he hadn’t found much and he didn’t want to act before he learned exactly who it was that took their parents from them. They were still quiet for awhile before Eddie got bored with it and decided to tell him about a few things he had been working on and trying to analyse the suit substance that he kept in the lab.   Peter heard it all but he was feeling a little guilty for what he had done by stealing a bit of it. Even now he had the suit on as it was always since that day he just shifted it into clothing because it was easier this way. Although his aunt had wondered why he seemed to be doing all his own laundry for the first time in his life, he just said that he was trying to learn to do some things on his own and lessening the workload. But anyway because of this he was way ahead of him in studies of the suit on a human and it wasn’t fair to Eddie he had just as much right to know what he had learned as anyone else.   The only problem was how to go about it, he could ask to help him out and say he learned what he knew now but then he would have to explain a lot of other things as well like how he was able to learn what he knew without testing it on humans. That would lead to all sorts of questions that he didn’t want to say but the only other option was to come clean and tell him everything. He wasn’t ready for that at least not yet sure he and Eddie were friends in their childhood but he barely remembered him back then.   He just needed time to get to know Eddie again and see just how much he could trust him.   ==MJ’s Room==   Gwen and MJ were just finishing up their homework on her bed, so far it wasn’t too bad for tonight and they could do it easily. It also helped that they usually did their homework with Peter and he usually made a lot more sense explaining these things than a teacher did in class. Gwen for the first time felt like she could pull up her average thanks to Peter’s help and how he kept telling her that she could do it. It was nice to have someone like that to encourage her the way he did and it actually made her want to do better to make him proud. It was strange but she wanted to make him proud of her.   The blond looked over at MJ laying there on her stomach writing something down and he couldn’t help but have her eyes travel to the red heads ass, she had to admit MJ had a better ass than her but she didn’t mind as Peter liked their bodies just the way they were. Although she was starting to wish she hadn’t started looking at her friend’s body, she hadn’t had a fuck or a chance to masturbate in a couple of days and she was already starting to get a bit horny. She felt her legs close up and she started to rub her thighs a bit trying to get some satisfaction.   Mary Jane was just finishing up the last of her work when she felt the bed shifting a bit and she could have sworn she heard some heavy breathing from Gwen. She tilted her head to the side and was surprised to see what Gwen was doing it was kind of funny in a way. After spending time together with Peter she was pretty open with them after all once you’ve been naked with someone and had sex with them something like what Gwen was doing couldn’t faze her. She smirked at the blond, “What are you doing Gwen?”   Gwen jumped a bit at being caught, “Sorry girlfriend it’s just that it’s been awhile since I got any and well I’m getting a little bit worked up.”   “Well don’t start here I don’t want to get worked up either and I’m really trying not to picture you masturbating yourself to cumming,” she joked and looked back at her work.   Gwen nearly laughed and then she tilted her head as she remembered that they did have fun together but they had never had any fun on their own. After all with Peter off doing his thing as Spider-Man he wasn’t always around and they did have to keep themselves satisfied when he wasn’t around so why not help each other out? She smirked as she placed her homework on the table next to the bed and slowly crawled to her and then when she was close enough grabbed that ass that she had been looking at.   MJ jumped at the feeling and looked back surprised, “Gwen what the hell?”   “Oh come on, your mother isn’t home and I’m all horny and I need some help so can you help me out Mary Jane, please? I can make it worth your wild you know,” Gwen started to massage the red head’s ass.   Mary Jane was surprised by this although she didn’t exactly hate it but she swore Gwen needed some self control. But the way that her friend/lover was caressing her ass was starting to excite the red head plus there was the thrill of doing it in her home not sure if her mother would be back early. Of course they had done it at Peter’s a few times but she had never had either of them in her own room and she hadn’t gotten any in a bit either.   Feeling a hand snake up under her and grab one of her breasts was really starting to get her excited and when Gwen started to kiss her neck that was all she could stand. The red head turned around to capture the blonde’s mouth with her own and the two gave each other a long sensual kiss. They didn’t stop there as they started to make out their hands started to roam each other’s bodies. They would caress each other, massage breasts, ass cheeks, thighs, eventually they started to pull off each other’s clothing.   The two naked teens were kissing and fondling each other all over their bodies, they knew how the other liked from the threesomes with Peter. Gwen was on top of Mary Jane as she placed a hand down to the girl’s crotch and started to push her fingers inside of her. She could feel MJ moan into her mouth as the other girl hands went to the blonde’s ass kneading it.   Gwen started to shift one hand down and slipped a couple of fingers into MJ’s pussy as she started to gently finger the other girl she could feel MJ moan into her mouth and Gwen started to trail kisses down to the red head’s neck, her collarbone, the place between her breasts and then started to suck on the other’s girl breasts. MJ used one hand to feel up her other breast and started to stroke the blonde’s hair he could feel the blonde’s mouth on her breast and she liked it. MJ had learned that she had sensitive nipples and loved to have them stroked, pinched, pulled and most of all sucked. She moaned again feeling Gwen take her nipple between her teeth and slightly pulled back.   MJ hissed out until the girl released it and then went back to sucking on it, she could feel her tongue swirling around it as well as she sucked making Mary Jane cry out in pleasure. “Oh god that feels so good Gwen.”   Gwen chuckled as she pulled back and started to roll it with her fingers, “I can’t believe how sensitive you are here I swear if you ever have a baby you might cum by just breast feeding.”   MJ blushed at that thought she didn’t think of that and strangely it was kind of erotic thinking of a pair of lips sucking on her nipple for milk but the thought of cumming from her child doing that was weird and she was worried if that made her a freak or something. Then again she was in a relationship with a boy and another girl so maybe she already was a freak in a way.  She looked at Gwen and smirked as she rolled the other girl onto her back. “I think it’s my turn to get you all warmed up now.”   Gwen smiled as the red head slowly started to lick her way over her young body she shuddered at this sensation. She swore if she found a guy with a long tongue she would fall in love right there, although she still loved Peter there were things she wished he could do but then again they were still experimenting with the suit. She loved it when he merged it all over her body it was like her entire body was being caressed, licked, kissed and so much more sensations than she could keep track of.  Her thoughts were broken out of that as she felt MJ’s tongue now on her pussy lips.   “Oh yeah that’s it girlfriend,” Gwen sighed as she felt the tongue playing with the outside of her folds. “Go on and eat me out.”   MJ buried her face into the girl’s crotch as she rubbed the girl’s thighs, her tongue trailed lazy patterns over the girl’s pussy and after a minute of this decided that Gwen needed a bit more. She started to put her tongue into the folds and probe the other girl’s sex. Now MJ smirked hearing the other girl moan out as he hips started to grind into MJ’s face. Soon Gwen was working her hips really fast and begging MJ to stick her fingers inside of her so she did and started with two fingers and worked them in and out of the other girl.   “Oh god-oh god-oh fuck me MJ! That’s so good finger fuck me faster!” Gwen squealed as she felt the other girl’s tongue sucking on her clit and her fingers fucking her quickly. It didn’t take long before Gwen groaned out and MJ got a taste of Gwen’s juices.   “Wow you came pretty hard,” MJ said licking some of the cum off her mouth, “You really needed this didn’t you?”   “You have no idea,” Gwen panted resting for a moment feeling her heart still racing in her chest. But then MJ was on top of her and was kissing her hard, Gwen could taste herself on MJ’s lips and mouth as the other girl’s tongue went into her mouth. She sucked on her tongue taking in a lot of the girl’s saliva mixed with her own sex juice.   MJ smiled as she pulled away and straddled the teen’s face with her pussy over it, Gwen knew what she wanted and eagerly returned the favour of eating MJ out. She moaned feeling Gwen’s mouth go to work on her sex and stared to grind her hips against her face. She reached up and started to massage and work her own breasts. She felt her fingers over her hard nipples and she wished her breasts were big enough for her to suck on but she couldn’t reach them. So she settled for running her fingers over her nipples playing with them, stroking them, and pulling on them.   Soon she was moaning loudly as she stared to ride her face to her first climax of the afternoon.   After MJ had finished riding the girl’s face they ended up in a 69 position with Gwen on top, they were eating each other out and using their tongues or fingers to probe the depths of the other girl’s sex. Gwen even asked for MJ to stick something in her ass so at one point the red head was eating out the blonde with her thumb fucking the girl’s asshole. They were like that for awhile both of them cumming at least twice while in that position.    After that they decided to try and go for it one more time but they wanted to try something new this time. The two girls were now sitting with their arms behind them grinding their pussies together both of them had a slight sheen of sweat on their bodies both girls were grunting and panting with the effort. Both were sweaty and had have been having a great time fucking each other but they were both getting close to their last orgasm for the day.   “Oh god I think I’m going to cum again MJ,” Gwen said as she started to use a hand to work her clit. She noticed MJ started the same, this was a new position for them both and although it wasn’t as good a feeling as having something nice and hard enter inside of you the feeling of their clits and wet pussies rubbing up against each other was still very nice.   “I’m close too oh god Gwen harder, fuck me harder please!”   “Like that! You like it like that huh, oh fuck yessss!” Gwen thrusts her hips even harder against her friend and lover. Mary Jane started making panting noises with some grunts that were getting faster and faster. Soon the red head gave a long cry as she flung her head back as her body was racked with an orgasm. Gwen could feel the other girl’s juices soaking her own pussy and seeing her friend get off was enough to trigger her own orgasm.   “Oh fucking yesss!” Gwen said as her mouth hung open as she shook in bliss.   After they had both  cried out as they both fell back onto the bed panting. “God that felt good,” Gwen said moving a stray strand of hair out of her face that was plastered to her wet skin.   “Oh yeah although there was something missing,” MJ sighed.   “Peter,” both girls said at once and then Gwen smiled at the ceiling before saying something, “Well maybe when he gets home tonight I can get a quickie in.”   “It’s no not fair that you get to have him at any time just because you sleep in the same house,” Mary Jane muttered to herself. She loved Peter just as much as her and she loved him longer so it was a bit unfair about Gwen’s advantage. She then felt the other girl shift and move over to her she was surprised when Gwen snuggled up to her giving her a slight hug.   “Hey sorry about that it’s just the way things are, maybe when we’re in college we can all get a place together that would be pretty cool,” Gwen said and MJ smiled at that thought. She caressed the other girl’s long hair and thought about that idea. It was pretty good actually they could all be together and not have to worry about anyone walking in on them or hiding too. MJ cuddled up to the blonde as she too was smiling at the thought and of course of all the things they could do together as well.   Next up Chapter 9: Silver Haired Merc

Chapter 14 - Chapter 13: Joys of Sharing

  Chapter 13: Joys of Sharing   Peter was in the basement as he was getting some samples ready to give to Curt Connors, the man was working on the biological changes that were happening in his body, since Peter couldn’t actually do it himself. Although he had to admit that he could use the help, there was only so much he could do on his own. This was one of the reasons he was thinking of bringing Eddie into the whole secret. There was only so much time he could spend working on this, between being a high school student, working at the Bugle, being Spider-Man, and having a major sex life on top of it.   Honestly he needed the help if only to just give him some breathing room.   “Peter you okay?” Gwen asked him. She was currently kneeling between his legs, her mouth had been trying to milk his cock for more cum as she liked the taste. Honestly it did help ease off his hormones to get off now and then. Plus with Gwen around all the time he got the perfect girl to get rid of those urges. Then again he had more than one girl as well, if Gwen was too tired or not available there was always MJ, then Silver Sable if she was in town and Kitty when they visited.   “Just thinking is all,” he told her as she continued on sucking his cock. “There is still a lot about this suit I don’t know about plus Eddie keeps wanting to experiment but I keep trying to slow him down. I don’t want him to try it out like I did, at least not until I know more about the suit. I mean what if what happened to me has the opposite reaction, or if it reacts differently with other people? Can’t take that chance not yet, but I also want to have his trust just in case he doesn’t believe me.”   Gwen hadn’t thought that things would get so complicated, maybe if there was a way to give Eddie something else to think about. A plan started to form in her mind as she relaxed her gag reflex and took him deeper into her mouth. She heard him groan in appreciation, she liked giving him pleasure and she was getting really good at this part lately. Maybe if she got good enough she could take him all the way, for far she only had one inch left to take.   “Oh god you’re getting good at this Gwen,” Peter moaned out as he took her head in his hands. The warm and wet sensations of her mouth and tongue were causing him to lose his concentration. His hips slightly started to thrust forward as he slowly fucked her mouth. He felt her hum and the sensations ran through his dick.   “Oh...shiiiiit,” Peter held her face to his crotch as his dick pulsed with his cum. Gwen eagerly swallowed it all. It made her tingle all over and get even more hot, she could already feel her panties were already damp with her own juices.   After she was sure that he was finished she licked his dick clean and was happy to see him still hard. She stood up as she placed he her hands around his neck smiling.   “You up for a little more?” She asked.   Peter grinned as he slipped her out of her pants, seeing how damp her panties were as she kicked out of the jeans. She got over him and guided his member to her waiting sex, she moaned feeling the hard slick shaft going into her waiting body.   =Later= Peter was swinging through the air on his way to Connors’ lab, he thought about his conversation with Gwen and she seemed to go for the idea. Well that was good, he needed to keep Eddie as a friend plus the girls were getting a little horny lately. Maybe all that cum he pumped them with was having another effect other then euphoria during sex. If that the case then he had to wonder how safe it was to keep fucking them unprotected.   Hell, he hadn’t even thought of that, the fact that the girls hadn’t gotten pregnant once was leaving him worried. Given all the times they had gone at it, he was wondering if the suit had made him sterile. So he hoped that Dr. Connors had been able to come up with some answers. As he was swinging there something caught his attention or rather someone. There standing on one of the building looking right at him was none other than the Black Cat. He had to admit he had been a little surprised to see her alive given she had taken some pretty bad wounds and fell into some water.   But since her body hadn’t been found he had a feeling she had survived. She actually grinned at him as she jumped off a tall building and with a line of her own, this one made of steel rather than web, swung herself over to him. Peter debated talking to her or just blowing her off but he had a feeling there was a reason she was coming to him. He honestly wasn’t sure he wanted to know but maybe he could at least ask how the hell she had survived, if just to satisfy his curiosity.   So he landed on one of the buildings and waited for her to land near him. He had to admit she looked just as sexy as she had before but he quickly put that away. He was still kind of pissed at her, especially for how she reacted when she found out his age. Throwing up after kissing him was not the best way to get into his good books. She walked towards him, just radiating sexuality in every move she made. It was so hard to keep his mind on the matter at hand, and not on how skin tight that suit was on her, making her look almost naked.   He quickly got rid of that thought before it was too late.   “I see you’ve changed your clothing since we last met,” Black Cat said as she looked him over, she had to admit the new black and white look suited him. Then again she was partial to those colors herself. “Did you like what you see when we last met you changed colors to match mine?”   “What the hell do you want?” Peter demanded from her. Now he was getting a bit annoyed, he didn’t choose the colors of the costume, well he could alter it, but he liked the new look.   “Do I really deserve that kind of treatment,” She smiled at him as she sat on the edge of the building. She was making  a show of herself thinking it couldn’t hurt. Besides now that she knew how old he was she knew that a sexy woman was a teenager’s weakness.   Peter did notice but what she didn’t know was that he had several girls he could use to take care of any urges. Plus he was still kind of pissed at her for the whole throwing up thing and given he was thinking with a clear head, he had an idea that she wanted something. Peter wasn’t sure he was in the mood to play her games.   “What do you want Blackcat, not that I’m also wondering how you’re still alive the last time we met, but I also know that you don’t think much of me now that you know how old I am, or did you forgot the whole throwing up thing?”   Felicia had hoped that he wouldn’t bring that up, while true she couldn’t believe the thoughts she had had about some high school kid was gross. She had thought he had been a man not a boy, but she needed his help more than ever.   “Okay I’ll be blunt, I need your help with taking down the Kingpin’s operations.”   “Did that, it’s over with,” Peter said back to her. “He skipped the country in case you forgot.”   “Don’t be naive,” She said harshly to him. “Just because he’s not here physically doesn’t mean that he’s not still in control or haven’t you noticed that crime still hasn’t changed? Look around you, the king is gone but he’s still running his kingdom even in exile. He won’t be gone forever either, one day he’ll be back, but I’m not waiting for that.”   She sighed as she went one feeling a bit more drained, “Ever since I could get up and move on my own I’ve been working to bring down all his operations. I’ve hit many of them but it just seems that every time one goes down, another or two more spring up. It’s like an uphill battle and in all honesty, I need help. I need help from someone that won’t stab me in the back, who will not betray me to the Kingpin.”   “And that’s me.” Peter stated.   Felicia nodded her head, “He wants you dead for that video and he’ll find out who you are and not only kill you but your whole family.”   Peter remembered his first encounter with the Kingpin, he had been way over his head and just charged in like an idiot. He ended up beaten and his mask pulled off, Kingpin might not know his name but he knew his face. The thought of that monster getting his hands on Aunt May or Gwen and MJ he didn’t like.   “So what’s good it taking down his businesses here then?” Peter asked a bit more eager to know now that got his attention.   “It will weaken him,” Felecia told him, “There are others waiting to take over his operations and if they smell blood they’ll go after him. The only reason they haven’t is because they fear him, but if they think he’s too weak to protect himself they’ll turn on him. Then he won’t have time to deal with us, he’ll be dealing with everyone out to get him.”   Peter thought about it, it made a kind of sense, he got the evidence of that man crushing a man’s skull but he was still free. He worked within the law as best he could and at the most all he could do was just make a small inconvenience for him. Where was the justice? The man most likely has bodies buried all over the city and he was still untouchable. Peter was starting to think that maybe it was time to really put a hurt to the guy.   “What else can you tell me?” He asked.   “You got anywhere with a laptop?” She pulled a disk, from where she had been hiding it he had no idea.   “I have just the place.” Peter grinned.   =Eddie’s Dorm Room=   Eddie Brock had to admit that things were going well for him. Ever since he met up with his old friend Peter things were looking up. Peter was a help with his research with the suit that their fathers made together, in a little more time they might be able to continue on with animal testing. If that worked out well who knows what else they could do. But they had to be careful, after all he still firmly believe that both their parents had been killed by the people that tired to take their fathers work. It was only luck and chance that Eddie found the only sample left in existence.   But now he had other things on his mind, and that was the hot blonde on his bed reading a magazine. Okay so she was underage technically and a high school student but damn she was still hot to him. She had long legs, nice ass, narrow hips and a decent pairs of tits on her that who knows what they would look like in a few years down the line. He also knew that this was one of Peter’s girlfriends, that still blew his mind. How the hell did Peter of all people hook up with two girls that were okay with it?   He just had to ask because it was killing him wondering what Peter’s secret was.   “So you liked the tour of the campus?” Eddie asked her. He had been surprised when Gwen came up to him and asked for a tour of the place saying she was thinking of going here when she graduated. Eddie figured it was okay plus there was just something about the girl that drew him towards her.   “Oh yeah,” Gwen smiled as she put away the magazine. “I really do think that I would like to come here, plus it is in the city and I can’t really see myself leaving New York. Plus I think Peter and MJ would like to stay as well.”   “Man you three are really close huh?” Eddie asked seeing a spot to try and seeing how this relationship came to be.   “Yeah we’re all as close as you can get really,” Gwen smirked as her own memories of the things they did rose up. She had to admit that before all this she had done things she never would have tried. Like anal sex which she was used to now, not to mention all the things she did with MJ. She never liked girls like that before but with MJ things were different, and lately other girls as well. That Sable woman was a wild one, wanting Peter to degrade and dominate her and for such a proud woman it was an odd mix.   She was looking forward to meeting that Kitty girl, it would be interesting to fuck a mutant plus that new trick of Peter he learned with her was interesting. After that day when Peter used that suit with her and MJ, Gwen had gone to look up a few hentai sites. It was amazing the types of things that Japanese came up for sex. That rope thing she was learning in secret as a little surprise.   She had noticed how Eddie had been stealing looks at her young supple body and honestly it was kind of thrilling to have an older boy lusting after her. Sure Peter came first, but if he could sleep around they could too, it was just that they hadn’t found anyone worth it. Well maybe if she gave Eddie some sex on the side it would slow him down some, after all a man would drop anything for some sex. Plus this would also get her to trust Peter more, and if this helped ease the stress on Peter she was all for it. She slowly took off her jacket as she crawled into a sexy pose onto his bed. “You know there is one college experience I do wonder about.”   Eddie couldn’t help but feel his mouth go a bit dry at how she was laying down. Sure she was under age but hell she had a great body, but she was his friend’s girl and despite everything he would never try anything against Peter. He had been too much help recently on their fathers’ work. But man he was so tempted.   “What experience is that?” He asked.   “College sex,” Gwen smirked at him. “I want to see if its any different than normal sex, and I think you can help me out with that.”   “Gwen, what about Peter?”   “Oh we have an open relationship remember? But don’t get me wrong, Peter will always be first with me, but I can explore with others as well. After all it’s only fair with him fucking other girls.”   “Wait, he’s fucking other girls?” Eddie hadn’t heard of this, but just how the hell was he doing this. He had two girlfriends and yet he was still going out and banging others? He was so busy that a regular sex life had been a thing of the past. Ever since he had found their dads’ work he had been too busy but he was still a healthy male and had urges.   “Besides, Peter trusts you and he wouldn’t mind,” Gwen said as she slowly started to unbutton her black top. She took it off showing him that she had no bra on, something she had planned ahead of time. She lay back showing her bare breasts to him. Eddie had been on the fence until he saw her tits, now it was all his urges to fuck her that were in control. He quickly started to strip his own shirt off as he crawled on top of her and kissed her deeply. Gwen kissed back eagerly, loving the large warm body pressed up against hers, the way his chest was rubbing against her breasts.   Eddie couldn’t control himself, it had been so long since he had a woman, and here was this hot high school girl literally asking him to fuck her. He started to kiss her neck and move on down as his hands roamed her soft skin. One hand went to one of her breasts and for a young woman they felt great. They were better than some of the breasts he had felt before, and he had a feeling Gwen’s tits would get even better with age.  He sucked eagerly on the nipple of her other one, tasting her skin and playing with the nub in his mouth. She had such a sexy moan as well and he could listen to her all day.   Gwen hand her hands over his body, he was a bit more built than Peter was but she was looking forward to this. She was curious how fucking another guy would be like. Eventually they striped each other down, she used all the new tricks she had learned from her experience with Peter. Ranking her nails over his body, kissing and licking certain areas as she very slowly took hold of his member and jerked him off, but not to release. Just enough to give him pleasure but not enough to get too close to finishing.   Eddie she found was a rough type of lover but she preferred that, his hands would grip her hard and his fingers would rank her own flesh as they pressed into it. He would grab her ass and knead it hard and slow as his mouth took her nipples into it and then played with them. It was soon getting very hot in the room and both of them were too horny to think of nothing else but fucking the other. Eddie crawled on top of her as he prepared to enter her body.   “Wait you got a condom?” Gwen asked as she remembered. She only let Peter cum in her, she didn’t know why but she didn’t feel like having Eddie fuck her bareback.   “Damn, yeah hold on.” He reached over to a drawer near his bed as he quickly looked for one. He pulled it out and tore open the package. He slipped it on as he once against got ready to penetrate her, he felt his dick at her entrance and pushed in getting used to her body.   “Oh yeah that’s good,” Gwen moaned out although it felt odd with the condom. Not as good as it did with bare skin but it still felt great. “Fuck me hard, I like it like that.”   “Oh man why couldn’t I have met you before Peter,” He grinned as she slammed himself into her. She cried out in passion feeling his large dick fill her body roughly. He pulled back and slammed into her again and again.   “Oh fuck me!” Gwen shouted out as she felt Eddie’s dick bottom out in her. He was larger and thicker than Peter but only by a bit, plus with his suit Peter could do so much more than Eddie. Eddie seemed to like it hard and that’s just what Gwen liked as well. He had his arms under her knees as he forced her legs up getting a deeper penetration as the head of his cock pressed up against her cervix. She cried out each time he hit it but she enjoyed the sensation. Some women found that painful but she liked it.   Eddie grunted with each thrust, even with the condom on he could feel how tight she was. Then again she was just a high school girl, which made it all the more hot for him since she wasn’t even legal and here they were fucking. He couldn’t believe that Peter actually said it was okay to fuck Gwen as long as she wanted it. It was a messed up relationship but he wasn’t complaining, hell he still had that red head as well. Although with this, Peter moved to the top of the short friends list he had. Anyone that would let him fuck a girl like this was a good friend.   “Oh fuck you’re one hot little bitch you know that?” Eddie grunted out as he slammed into her. He could hear the flesh smacking against each other and the sucking sound from her wet pussy as well.   “Ohhh fuck, just keep fucking me stud, oh god! Uh! Oh!” Gwen tried to thrust back but it wasn’t easy in this position.   They continued to fuck like that, their bodies getting sweaty as the room filled with their heat and the smell of sex. Eddie was lost in his lust, this girl was just too damn hot and it had been awhile since he got a decent lay like this. He was too busy with the research into the suit technology to go out much, but here he was, fucking an underage, high school girl. The way how her tight pussy gripped his cock, how he loved sucking in those nipples on her perky breasts, the way she moaned and moved against him.   “Oh god yes, fuck me just like that!” Gwen shouted out to him. “You’re almost as good as Peter!”   “He’s that good huh?”Eddie was a little put off by that but hey, a guy that can get two girls like this maybe it was a compliment after all.   “Oh god I think I’m cumming,” Eddie groaned into her neck as he held her close pumping his hips faster and harder.   “I’m almost there, I’m almost there!”   “Well fucking hurry I can’t hold it off for too long.” Eddie gasped as he tried to stop the flow of cum out of his cock. It was getting too much pressure he would have to blow his load soon or else there was nothing else he could do. He wanted to fill her up with his cum so badly, hell most girls would ask to pull out but she was filling for him to fill her up and that was such a turn on.   “Just a bit more, ohhhhh!” Gwen held him close as her orgasm hit her body.   “Oh fuck!” Eddie froze as his dick pulsed as he shot three ropes of cum into her waiting body. He collapsed onto her, feeling the heat of her body against his before rolling off her and looking at his ceiling as he caught his breath. That had been one of the greatest sexual experiences of his life, for a high school girl she really knew how to fuck. He was just starting to have his heart rate go down when Gwen crawled up onto him resting herself.   “That was pretty good, Eddie.”   “As good as Peter?” He just had to ask just how good he really was.   “Almost, but that’s just because he can do things that no man can.” She giggled as she ran a hand over his sweaty chest. “So, after a little breather you want to go again?”   Eddie wasn’t sure how to feel that Peter was better than him in bed, but then again a man that had more than one girl had to have some kind of tricks. Maybe he should ask for advice, well whatever he couldn’t wait to get his second wind and fuck the blonde again, it had been good before and he didn’t want to stop until she was screaming for him to stop because she couldn’t take it anymore. Or just had her screaming his name, that he would settle for as well.   Next up chapter 14: Curiosity and the Cat

Chapter 13 - Chapter 12: Kitty's Secret Fantasy

  Chapter 12: Kitty’s Secret Fantasy Kitty sighed happily as she lay on her bed all sweaty and feeling very happy. She had just had not only lost her virginity to her all time crush but it had been amazing. She was taking a small break as Peter was in the bathroom. She couldn’t help but giggle at the things she had done, she couldn’t believe that she had just did all that. Her mother would be appalled at the things they had done together but Kitty was tired of trying to be the good girl.   Plus Peter had been right, everyone was getting some except her and it wasn’t fair.   Peter had just finishing taking a piss feeling refreshed from that and the sex. He had to admit that Kitty could turn out to be a very good sex partner in the future. Although he’d have to clear it with the girls first but given how open minded they were he had a feeling it wouldn’t be an issue. Although the fact that she was an X-Men would complicate matters, maybe they could work out a weekend thing at his new place in Manhattan. He grinned as that place was really starting to pay off, a place to get away and relax and for him to have his sexual fun.   He stretched as he looked at himself in the mirror and paused for a moment, he hadn’t really checked but he thought he looked a bit more in shape then the last time he looked. Then again sex was very engaging exercise and he had been going at it more than any normal person would. He knew that the suit was what that was giving him, also he was starting to thank that the girls were so open as with his growing libido it would give them a rest now and then. He walked back into the room to see Kitty there and he had to admit she looked very sexy laying there like that only in her skirt.   Peter looked around at all the pictures of him and he had to admit it felt nice to have a fan base, plus some dark corner of his mind was thinking of how many other girls would want to get laid by him and thought about it. He then noticed something that was poking under her bed and bent down to get a look. It looked like a Japanese manga collection and some DVDs, he picked a few up but the covers were anything but ordinary.   “What the hell?” Peter said surprised.   Kitty who had her eyes closed looked up and she paled when he had found her secret collection. “Oh god don’t look!”   “Kitty what is all of this?” Peter was flipping through the first issue. It was some kind of adult comic with women getting their clothing ripped off by some kind of tentacle monster and being violated in ways he was sure wasn’t physically possible.   “Oh god,” Kitty moaned as she hide her face in her hands. This was the last thing she wanted anyone to see and for Spider-Man to see it was the worst thing ever. She never told anyone of her secret fetish, she was just too embarrassed to admit it since she knew it was weird.   Peter flipped through all the issues and they all had the same theme, “So you’re into this stuff then?”   Kitty moaned as she flopped onto her bed, Peter put the magna aside and sat down as Kitty still held her face in her hands. “Hey everyone has some kind of kink they’re into. I should tell you about this one girl I know, she’s all into being dominated and likes to be called names and pain and stuff.”   “Wait, you’re seeing another girl?” Kitty asked shocked out of her embarrassment.   Peter scratched the back of his head, “Yeah, well sort of. She left town and I have no way of knowing the next time I’ll ever see her. Well I guess the thing I’m into is a lot of stuff but I like multiple partners, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it.”   “So you’re cheating with me,” Kitty’s heart dropped as the whole thing with Rogue and Bobby got into her head as she tried to get him to notice her. It was stupid she knew but how was it that this time she did it again but not even on purpose?   “Not really, see the girls and us have an open relationship.” Peter then explained the whole thing to her as she listened to him. To think that Spider-Man himself was sleeping with multiple women and had multiple girlfriends.   “So I’m just another notch on your belt then,” Kitty said angrily as she turned away from him and covering her breasts. She felt too exposed at the moment with him.   “Hell no,” Peter said as he turned her to face him. “Kitty I do like you, I don’t sleep with just anyone only those that I find attractive and interesting. I’m very picky about who I have sex with and you are anything but some notch. Hell you’re amazing and I was hoping that you wouldn’t want to stop this.”   Kitty felt herself heat up as he held her close, she should be pissed at him for using her for sex like that. She thought she was the only one and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. But what she didn’t know was that chemicals that Peter had been shooting into her body with his sperm was starting to affect her mind as well as her body. The touch of his body was making her feel the urge for more sex but she tried to fight that, she wanted to stay pissed at him not to listen to her body.   Peter kissed her shoulder as he felt her shudder at it, “How about I make it up to you?”   “How?” Kitty said despite herself.   “How about I try and made your fantasies a reality?” He asked and Kitty got wet just thinking about it. She knew she was a major geek and was embarrassed about her fetish. He started by kissing her neck and his hands went to her shoulders. He slowly caressed her arms and soon he put his hands under her arms and moved to her breasts slowly massaging them. Kitty tried to bite back the moan but his touch was too good. Then she felt something strange and looked down to see the suit was coming back onto his hands. She was wondering what was going on when it slowly started to spread over her breasts. She moaned as suddenly it felt like her breasts were being kneaded by a dozen fingers all pleasuring her.   “Oh god,” Kitty moaned.   “Do you want me to take you again?” Peter whispered into her ear. “Do you want me to take you like in those books you read?”   Kitty wanted to say no just to spit him but she was already getting wet at the idea. She was still horny from their last sex session and she was recovered enough for another. Plus the fact that he was going to make her darkest fantasy come true made her even more wet. She wasn’t sure how he could pull it off but the thought of tentacles wrapped around her body, molesting her and ravaging every hole. She shuddered at the thought.   “Yes,” She whispered out.   That was all he needed, although he wasn’t sure this would even work he didn’t want her mad at him.  He had tried something similar but not on the scale that he was thinking of, he turned Kitty around and placed her on her back as she looked down with wide eyes. The crotch area was slowly growing and he soon had a black clad dick but then it started to shift, it seemed to split into several shafts.   Kitty’s heart rate increased as she saw this, never in her dreams did she expect it to actually happen. Then the shafts shot out and stretched as she felt them move over her body. She felt them curling around her legs like snakes. They felt strange, they were smooth, but they weren’t cold. They had a soft surface but she could feel how solid they were as well. It was a strange sensation but it was better than her fantasies.   More went over her body and chest at that point, a few started to rub over her belly as two curled around her breasts squeezing them slightly making her moan out. They were spiralling around her breasts rubbing and squeezing them in ways that were totally alien to her. The tips started to play with her nipples, she felt her nipples getting harder just from these ‘tentacles’ playing with them. Then they lacked onto the nipples and she cried out as it felt like two small mouths on them. They massaged the small nubs and even lightly pulled on them. The sensations made her feel she was going to cum right then and there.   She left her mouth open to moan and suddenly a shaft was put into her mouth, she started to suck on it immediately. It had no real taste to it but it was like a cock in her mouth, she rang her tongue over the shaft. Her hands came up to stroke the long shaft to jerk it off as it fucked her mouth. The alien feeling to it all was even more of a turn on for Kitty, it was just like in those hentai comics and even the couple of DVDs she had burned off the internet. Now she knew why the girls in those stories ending up begging for more. It was just amazing to be fucked like this all her body was being stimulated.   Kitty was getting into it when she felt her pussy being penetrated. Her hips thrust back against the tentacle although it wasn’t as big as Peter’s dick. She soon found out why though, another soon joined the first in her pussy and Kitty cried out in orgasm as the felt the two shafts in her, they were thrusting at different times making her go crazy. It was unbelievable how when one thrust in the other thrust out and her entire pussy was in constant stimulation in different directions. She would have screamed out if she didn’t have the tentacle in her mouth gagging her.   When Peter added in the third she felt like she was going to die happy, she let out muffled screams of pleasure as she felt all three fucking her now. They reached up so far inside of her, each one touching her cervix and then she felt them move around.  She never felt anything like this in her life, she then noticed that a thin one was moving between the cheeks of her ass and suddenly it was pushed into her asshole. She lasted only a few minutes before the largest orgasm in her life racked her body. She came so hard she actually squirted her juices out of her pussy which surprised Peter.   Peter finally added in a small one that kept on touching her clit and Kitty nearly lost her mind.   Peter continued to fuck her as he groaned with the sensations. He could feel each appendage all over her body and in it. She could feel him sucking him, her pussy and ass, her breasts and hands. It was so much that when he came he felt every appendage cum at once. He cried out as Kitty eagerly gulped down the cum in her mouth and felt the shots of his cum inside of her pussy and ass. Three shots in her pussy at once, one in her ass and the others on her body, it was just so much she orgasmed like never before at that point. The cum was so hot on her body, in it and going down her throat. Peter then slowly retracted them all as he fell to his side panting for breath like Kitty was.   He couldn’t believe how intense that had been, he was totally wiped out and he looked to see Kitty’s moaning form as she slowly slid all the cum on her body all over herself. Normally it would be a very erotic sight but he was too tired to get an erection at the moment. Although when he got back home he was going to experiment with this with the girls. He also would have to see if Kitty could visit on the weekend at some time too. He turned onto his back smiling to himself as he listened to his newest girl enjoying her afterglow of sex.     Peter smiled wondering just how much longer he had before he had to go, well he was going to make sure that Kitty and he showered off first and that she got his contact information. The address for the secret apartment in Manhattan would be included for that as well, since people might ask questions of an X-woman showing up at his home now and again when he shouldn’t have known her in the first place.     =-A Few Days Later-=     Peter was once more back home, much to the enjoyment of MJ and Gwen, he had spent all last night making things up to them which led to them smiling the next day. He told them about Kitty and they were actually interested in meeting her. After all they rarely got to meet other super heroes and in a way so was Peter. He couldn’t wait for the girls to get together plus he wanted to surprised them all with what he learned with Kitty. Speaking of the mutant girl, he kept in touch with her through e-mails and phone calls.     He smirked at a few of the erotic photos she sent him, her naked or in various states of undress with a final line in the e-mails stating something like ‘I’m waiting for you’ or ‘Can’t wait to see you again’ in them. The pictures he saved to a password folder and he liked to look at them from time to time. Although usually that started to get him hard and then he needed to track down Gwen or MJ to help him ease it off before he got a serious case of blue balls. The last thing he needed was to lose control like he had that night with Gwen with some stranger. He had to be careful with these urges or he could get in real trouble.     After he was back things went back to normal, he fought crime, he went out with Gwen and MJ, he fucked their brains out also. He also went to Doc Connors to do some checking up on his physical side from wearing the suit for so long. He had begun to notice chances, he was getting stronger and more fit, he was also producing more sperm then a normal person should, his endurance and stamina was also getting better.     He also noticed a few things about the girls as well, they seemed more willing for sex the more they had him, hell he had caught them screwing each other a few times when they couldn’t wait.     He knew of all the chemicals his sperm had in it now, but he was wondering what the effects of long term exposure would be. Unfortunately the good doc didn’t know, he would have to experiment and see if any chances happened. Peter wasn’t sure how he would experiment although he did notice that the man was a lot happier lately. He also had noticed that bombshell of an assistant that was hanging around a lot more.     Another thing came to Peter one day he seemed to be mentally changing as well. There was a time when he would have worried about the things he was doing. Raping or seducing women into a harem had been unthinkable but lately he had been thinking of who to add next. The fact that he could with the suit get any women he wanted was a very hard temptation for a teenager. He thought about people like that Black Widow, she had been hot and if he got the chance he would want to peel that black suit off her body himself. Speaking of black suit babes, he hadn’t seen Black Cat in awhile either.     He was kind of looking forward to seeing what he could do with her. Sure she had reacted badly to finding out his age but man she had a sexy body. Those large breasts, the long toned legs and abs, that ass too. He couldn’t wait to tare that costume off and fuck her in every hole and make her beg for more. But he had to be patience and careful, he’s have to plan in order to seduce her.     Then there was another matter and that was Eddie Brock, Peter liked Eddie and hanging out with him as well. Eddie was working hard on the suit technology that their parents had developed and he was feeling a bit guilty keeping all of this from him. The more time he spent, the more he felt he could trust Eddie with what was going on. Although would Eddie want to try the suit if he knew what was going on? That was a thought he was wondering about lately as well. Would it really be that bad for Eddie to also use the suit, since it was just as much as Eddie’s birthright as it was Peter’s.     The only issue was that how would Eddie cope with that, after all the urges Peter had been getting seemed to only increase at times. But with Peter he had an outlet for that, what would Eddie do for a release though. It was then that Peter started to think of a plan to use, both to get Eddie’s trust and to also set things up so he could have an outlet for things if or when Eddie would try the suit himself. Peter thought it was time that he and Gwen had that talk about just how open their relationship was.     Next up Chapter 13: Joys of Sharing

Chapter 22 - Chapter 21: Into Darkness

  Spider-Man Dark Urges Chapter 21: Into Darkness “So is this the place?” Peter asked the man he was hanging upside down by his ankles from a web line. “Yes! This is where they’re keeping those girls, I swear it!” The man was one of Kingpin’s people. From Black Widow they had found a man that had known about them, taken from SHIELD wire taps. Black Cat had taken it from there tracking the man down. Now he, Eddie, Black Widow and Black Cat were on a roof looking to a building in the distance. They were here to get them back and for payback. Peter had been keeping his anger and rage in check but only barely. The thought of his Aunt dead, and whatever was happening to Gwen and MJ. Peter looked down at the man glaring through his costume, “If you’re lying I’m going to leave you here and eventually this web will break.” “Please don’t!” “We should hurry,” Black Widow checked her side arms. “We are running on a clock, you sure you don’t mind me using lethal force? Your file said that you wouldn’t like this kind of thing.” Peter was silent for a moment, “Today...all bets are off.” He knew he was taking steps to going down a road that might not let him turn back but at this moment, he didn’t care. Gwen and MJ were not going to die because of him, because if they did, he knew it would destroy him totally. The Kingpin wanted a war and he was pushing Peter to act like a war. It was strange, he remembered that guy The Punisher he had put away, at the time he couldn’t really understand his motivation. Now Peter could understand what could drive a man to kill criminals, Peter was at his breaking point. He knew that no matter how this night ended, things would never be the same again. -Inside- Mary Jane was in hell, at least that’s what she felt like, that she had died and had ended up in hell but she knew she was still alive, although a part of her no longer wanted to be alive. A part of her wanted to die, so at least her suffering would be at an end. She heard the slap to her face rather than felt it, she felt so much pain it was barely anything compared to the rest of it. She had no idea how long she had endured this horror, she opened her one eye, her other being closed shut from a hit to her face earlier. She saw her ruined naked body strapped back down into the chair. They had taken her out of the chair a few times but each time she rather wished they would leave her in the chair. She saw the bruises on her body, these were from when they hung her by her hands and had just starting hitting her over and over again. MJ thought she had thrown up from a solid punch to her stomach once, she wasn’t sure although that would explain some of the dried caked stuff on some of her body. It was hard to tell as she was also covered in her own blood. He had taken his time to make shallow cuts all along her body, nothing too deep but they hurt and they bleed. He would pour stuff that would sting and burn into her wounds as she screamed and cried. “Wake up bitch!” one of the men yelled at her. She managed to pick her head up slightly, it took so much strength to do so. She saw the man in front of her but she couldn’t make out the face, they were all faceless men to her, with the exception of their torturer. She managed to see Gwen next to her, the girl had been quiet for some time now and she was worried that Gwen might have died. Not worried that she was gone, but now that she was alone with these men, at that point, if Gwen was dead a part of MJ hoped so, if only that Gwen would no longer be in this hell. Her body was just as bad as hers, MJ could see the bloody fingers that had the finger nails removed, that had been one of the first things they had done to them, Gwen’s blonde hair was matted with dry blood as he head hung down. MJ saw her own hands, they had been broken several times, she had heard the bones crack, she knew she had other broken bones but still she was alive, although she knew that anymore and she wouldn’t live. “How is the other one?” Their Torturer asked, he was covered in the girl’s blood but he looked at his tools. One man went to Gwen and checked, “She’s breathing and she’s still has a pulse not much sure about the rest of her.” “Well let’s check shall we?” He pushed a switch and Gwen’s body thrashed as the blonde woke up with a gurgling scream that tried to rip itself from her throat. MJ knew what was happening, she had experienced it as well. She could still feel the electrodes not only connected to her flesh but implanted. The sick bastard had wires connected to needles as they had stuck them into their nipples and breasts, she could feel the metal dildo that had been pushed so far up painfully into her pussy that it was pressing the back of her womb. Every time he flicked those damn switches they would experience pain she hadn’t known existed. Gwen stopped moving as the electrical current stopped as the man walked over to Gwen who was weeping silently. He walked in front of MJ as he forced her to look at him. “You know you two don’t have to keep this up, I must commend you both, not many have stood up to this amount for so long. You must really care about him but he’s not coming for you, you will die here and in the most painful ways. I still have a few things left, if I have to, I’ll force one of you to watch as I surgically take one of you apart. I can keep that person alive for some time before the trauma kills them.” He leaned in to whisper to her, “Just tell me what I want to know and I’ll end it quickly. No more pain, no more suffering, you’ll find your release.” Those words were so tempting, she wanted it to just end and she didn’t care how. She knew that they were going to die if this kept up, not much long now actually, but some part of her, some part that this bastard hadn’t managed to rip out of her still survived. She glared at him the best as she could and in a horse voice told him the only thing she would. “When my boyfriend gets here...I hope he kills you...” She said. He sighed as he stood up, “Well I don’t know how much longer you two will last, although my employer still wants the information you hold, I know he wants your deaths to be long and suffering even more so.” MJ tried to brace herself as the man was going to that damn electrical device, just went the hand was going to the switch is when loud noises were head. She could hear shouting and sounds of a fight, she could hear gun fire as well. For the first time in a long time, she had hope, it could only be one person, he had finally come, she had almost given up completely but he had arrived. “He...came...” Gwen muttered weakly. MJ felt the tears from her good eye, “Yes...he did...Peter...hurry...” -Elsewhere- For Peter this wasn’t just a rescue it was punishment for these men. They attacked out of nowhere, they attacked without hesitation. Peter didn’t use his jokes as Spider-Man, he only attacked. His punches broke bones as they hit. He wasn’t pulling his punches like he normally did, these men were either the ones that attacked his home, or they were the ones that were helping to harm his girls. All he saw was red as he thrashed through them. Black Widow showed no mercy at all, her shots were deadly accurate and men fell down dead wherever she aimed. From years of experience as a covert agent she could kill anyone without hesitation, she was professional and cold, she was a goddess of death on the battlefield when she let herself loose. These men who were only criminals didn’t have her experiences in war and battle. She spilled their blood without a thought as she covered them. Black Cat although wanting to kill the Kingpin wasn’t ready to kill everyone, but she wasn’t going to stop the others from killing them either. These men knew what they were in for when they signed up for the Kingpin. She could surprise them as Black Widow had them pinned and would grab onto arms and breaking arms, or kicking the knees so that they broke. She fought fiercely and quickly. Eddie however was just a tank, he wasn’t used to his symbiote yet but he felt better than ever. He felt like he could do anything. He picked up these men like they were nothing as their bullets couldn’t penetrate his thick suit. He would send the men flying through walls or just simply smashing through them. He was pure brute force as he went through them all. The battle if you could call it that wasn’t long, there weren’t that many men after all but also from the force of the attack they didn’t last long. Soon they burst through a door and they all saw the room that held the girls and they froze at the sight. Gwen and MJ looked like they had been put through a meat grinder. Peter who had been keeping his rage down finally lost it at the sight of them, two of his loves and the pain they were in. He looked to see a man covered in blood, their blood. He screamed out in rage as he jumped onto him grabbing him. He didn’t hear the shots of Black Widow shooting the other men in the room. He grabbed the man by the throat, he was so filled with rage he couldn’t hear the man beg, he couldn’t hear the others talking to him. All he had in his mind was the image of MJ and Gwen and what this bastard had done, he had never been so angry in his life. He had been pushed and pushed ever since he had become Spider-Man, people hating him, police shooting at him, people messing with his life but now, things had just gone too far. He just cried out in rage as he squeezed. The man grabbed for his throat as he tried to speak but couldn’t. Peter’s hands eventually crushed his throat as the man stopped being able to breathe. Eventually the man died and Peter let the man fall, he just looked at him, he had just killed a man with his bare hands but oddly enough he just didn’t feel anything. He felt nothing for this man that had hurt two of the most precious people in his life, he might have been scared how he felt but he didn’t have time. He felt numb and then worry when he noticed Black Cat talking to him. “Spider!” She shouted at him turning him around. “They need help.” Peter blinked and then remembered the girls, he ran over to them as Eddie and Black Widow were trying to gently unhook them from the electrical devices and from the straps holding them up in the chair. MJ was closer as he held her head gently in his hand. “MJ, can you hear me girl?” he said gently as he was filled with fear that they might have been too late. “Knew you’d come,” She said weakly. “Peter...they hurt us...they hurt us bad...”She starting crying just to feel Peter here was making all of the horror she had held onto burst out of her like a damn. “It’s okay, it’s okay I promise I’ll get you both out of here and looked at okay? Stay strong for me can you do that?” he gently ran his hand over her face as she weakly nodded. “They don’t look good,” Black Cat was horrified by what they had been through. She knew that the Kingpin was evil but she had never thought someone would do this to two young women like them. It made her feel sick inside knowing what they had most likely gone through. She could see the blood stains on the floor and on sharp instruments. “I don’t know if we can move them,” Black Widow said looking at the injuries. “I’m pretty sure if we move them their internal injuries will get worse and they’ll bleed to death before we get them to any hospital. They’ve lost too much blood already.” “I’m not leaving them here!” Peter yelled at her. “You might not have a choice,” Black Widow knew the types of injures they had it would be a miracle for them to survive the next hour at a hospital. She might be able to call in SHIELD but it would get Fury’s attention and even then, the chances were low. Peter felt frustrated, to come all this way for nothing, it just wasn’t fair! ‘There might be a way.’ The symbiote spoke up again. ‘How? If there is anything you can do, then do it!’ ‘There are risks.’ ‘I-Don’t-care!’ The symbiote was silent for a moment and Peter felt that it was actually trying to decide to tell him or not. The more intelligence this thing had the more of a personality it seemed to have over time. Still he didn’t care as long as he could save them. ‘You know how I once stated that your changes were slowly changing them?’ ‘Yeah you said it was giving them enhanced sex drives and stuff because of all of my altered fluids entering them all the time, so what?’ ‘That is only partially, being a part of you I’ve learned so much and your instincts have also effected me. The need for procreation was running deep inside of you but none were ready, the only way to help them would be to give them their own symbiotes. They would heal them but they would have to be bonded for life.’ Peter paused as he tried to make sense of it, ‘We used up all of the substance on Eddie.’ ‘Not that, that is not procreation that I desire. Through you I found that the female of your spices if for this purpose. They are perfect for what I have planned, I think I can take a piece of myself and implant it into them. It will grow inside of them and adapt to their bodies.’ ‘You’re...going to use them to gestiate more of yourself!?’ Peter wasn’t sure if he was horrified or freaked out by that. Was this the plan of this thing from the start? From altering his sex drive and then the women for this purpose? ‘Yes, it is the only way but I can only do it once. The one you call Eddie can take the other but I will have to give my information to his Other.’ ‘We can’t do this here, it’s not safe.’ ‘Agreed,’ more information was put into his mind as he remembered how sometimes the suit would cover the girls in sex. This was how it had learned about their bodies but it could also through the wounds seep in and start fixing things and hold them together. At least that’s what it felt like it knew what would happen, but Peter got an idea that it was guessing. Looking at the two of the loves of his life he knew that he couldn’t let them die, not like this and not here. “Eddie...come here,” Peter knew that this was a long shot. The only way that Eddie could use his own symbiote was because it had been alter for him. If this didn’t work it could kill the girls, but it was their only chance to save them. Peter touched Eddie as his suit started to give all the information it would need, it was really odd sensation feeling minds interact like this, for a moment he was wondering if this was how telepaths felt. Maybe he would ask Jean Grey next time he saw her. “Whoa that’s freaky,” Eddie said as the suit pulled away from his head. “Dude...are you serious about this?” “Do we have a choice?” Peter asked him. Eddie didn’t say anything but he looked at them, this wasn’t right what had happened to them and he didn’t want to see them like this. He knew the answer as he moved to Gwen leaving MJ to Peter. “What is going on?” Black Widow asked narrowing her eyes. “Hopefully a plan,” Black Cat told her. Peter and Eddie placed their hands over the girls, their suits slowly covered them as they were being careful from the injuries. For a moment the boys could get a feeling for their injuries before it was gone, the symbiotes were closing off the pain receptors in the girls as they slowly attached themselves to their nervous system. Soon the girls were both covered in the suits as the boys held them. “Are they...okay?” Felicia asked seeing them encased like that was really freaky. “They’re alive,” Eddie said looking down at the black covered figure of Gwen in his arms. “But we need a safe place to see if the next part will work.” “Next part?” Natasha asked next. Peter nodded his head, “Yeah, let’s get them back to the apartment, it should be safe and we need to hurry...I don’t know how long we can keep them like this.” -Peter’s Apartment- It took them awhile to get there, it wasn’t easy trying to get to the place while being careful with the girls. As soon as they got in they told Felicia and Natasha to get the medical kit that Peter had kept here for emergencies. When they were ready they slowly let the suits off the girls as they quickly bandaged them to help them stop the bleeding hoping it would give them more time. Peter couldn’t believe what he had to do next, it seemed wrong but it was the only way. Thankfully the girls were knocked out and might not wake up for some time. “You two can leave,” Peter told the two adult women as they paused not sure if they should but the look Peter gave them made up their minds to give them the privacy. “This is going to be weird isn’t it?” Eddie asked. “Oh yeah,” Peter nodded as both men knelt between the legs of both girls. Slowly the suits on each of them formed a long tentacle from their crotches as it slowly pushed into their vaginas. Both girl’s winced as the insides were still tender from the torture but it was the only way to save them. The suits slowly and gently as they could moved up reaching the cervix. Slowly they pushed past it as they covered th womb. For a moment nothing happened but then both Peter and Eddie felt it. Felt more of their suit going into the girls, they could feel it trying to merge with the walls of the womb. For a moment they could feel the connection between the girls again almost like they were all one body. Then it was gone and a piece of the suit was left inside of them. The suit retracted back to the hosts as Peter and Eddie could only watch on as the girl’s moaned. Slowly Peter could see their stomachs slowly bulging as the suit pieces in them were growing, feeding off of them like a pregnant woman’s child. In fact they were slowly looking like they were getting pregnant in fast motion. In fifteen minutes their bellies were slightly swollen. Maybe somewhere between four or five months pregnant at this point, they moaned as their internal injuries weren’t making this pleasant for them. Peter was just thankful they weren’t awake for this. Then suddenly they shuddered as apparently the suits inside of them were now ready, they came out but they weren’t black. The substance that came out of MJ’s pussy was red and black as it formed around her body encasing her as it tried to keep the host alive and well. For Gwen, it was yellow and black. This wasn’t what he had thought would happen. “Why did it change color?” Eddie asked. Peter thought about it and after a small talk with his suit he came to an answer. “These are the first symtiotes actually ‘born’ from a human and not created in a lab. There’s no telling what kind of changes they will have.” “Will they live?” “I hope so,” Peter sat down next to MJ hoping that this would save them and that the girls didn’t mind how they were saved only time would tell if they would survive the process and if the symbiotes could heal them. Chapter 22: Recovery Yeah this got really dark but this chapter was basically a more serious and also showing Peter going deeper into a darker path for himself. I also wanted a more unique way for the symbiotes to ‘spawn’ like they do in 616 Marvel and to fit with how this symbiote was different than in Ultimate as well.

Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: The New Couple on Campus

Spider-Man: Dark Urges Chapter 3: The New Couple on Campus Peter had dropped off the samples to Dr. Connors hoping that he would be able to figure out what was going on with him. At the moment he was in the new black suit doing his usual Spider-Man duties, that was another problem that he was facing. If he and Gwen were going to be a couple then he would have to tell her sooner or later and the problem was the long her put it off the worse it would get. ‘I swear if it’s not one thing it’s another,’ Peter sighed hearing a crash not too far away. “Oh come on I’m going to be late for class!” He yelled out to no one in particular. He swung to the scene and Peter was still amazed at the speed he could travel, he felt great as usual but when the suit was ‘on’ it was even more potent. He arrived to see that someone had been in an accident, a car had smashed into another and by the looks had taken off. Peter might be able to find the hit and run car but he had to make sure that the people in the car were okay. He leapt down and there was a crying sound and he saw a little kid there in tears. He tried the door but it was bent inward and had to rip it off. The kid was scared at first at the sight and Peter didn’t blame her. “Hey there it’s okay, are you okay?” He gently asked as he undid the belt. She sniffed a couple of times, “My mom.” She told him and he saw the driver was a woman and he quickly went to the other side and opened the door. He heard her moan and was glad that she was still alive. He got her out of the car and put her gently on the street, she opened her eyes and so that was a good thing. “What? Where?” She asked. “Hey there don’t move okay, you might have something hurt.” He gently pushed her back down. “Where’s Amy?” “Mommy!” The young girl ran over to her mother. Peter heard the sirens and knew that help would be on the way, there wasn’t much else for him to do other then try and find that guy that hit the family. Stuff like this really pissed him off and so he took off when he saw the cop car and thankfully an ambulance. Someone must had hit 911 for both of those and that left them in good care. A little bit later Gwen was waiting outside of the school wondering where Peter was, she sighed checking her watch at this rate he was going to be late. Not that she really cared she hated English but it was the first class that she and Peter had together and she wanted everyone to know what was going on. She looked to her right and then to her left and caught Peter running up to her. “Where were you? You didn’t leave that far ahead of me.” “Yeah sorry about that, had to drop something off at the Bugle,” Peter told her scratching the back of his head. At least that’s his cover he had been trying to find that driver but so far had no luck, you’d be amazed how many cars had damage on them in New York, he never noticed that before. He should have asked what the car had looked like from a witness or something. “So then...You ready?” He asked her a little nervous actually. “Oh yeah,” She grinned and took his hand as they walked up to the doors. As they made their way through the halls no one really noticed at least not at first. Gwen noticed a few looks to their hands and some people suddenly started to look away talking to the others. She had to smirk to herself trust high school to get the word out fast. Gwen saw that Peter was a little nervous about the whole thing, which was kind of odd in a way. But she guessed it was the meeting with MJ that he was really worried about although some day soon she was going to have to get the real story of why they broke up. Besides what was MJ’s loss was her gain and he had no right to be pissed or anything since she was the one to let him go. “What the hell is this?” They turned to face Flash Thomson and his group of friends. “Don’t tell me that you’re going out with him now?” “Ha see I knew it,” Kong said gloating, “ I knew those two were dating on the side I bet that’s why MJ broke up with him, she found out about it.” “That’s not true I never cheated on MJ!” Peter was pissed that someone would say that to his face, he would never have cheated on MJ, she had broke his heart after all. “God Kong that is the dumbest things you’ve ever said and that’s saying something,” Gwen rolled her eyes. “But for your information yeah I’m seeing Peter now, MJ broke things off and he’s fair game and so here we are.” “I don’t buy it, what if this is just some trick to make Parker look like less of a dork?” One of Flash’s friends commented. “I mean if MJ did dump Parker for another reason then wouldn’t Gwen pretend to be his girl for him?” Flash looked interested in that one, “You know you might be on to something there I mean MJ had to be a fluke for him.” Now both Peter and Gwen were getting pissed off at this, Peter however was used to this kind of treatment but for Gwen she never backed down or took crap from nobody. “Oh yeah well I’m here to set the record straight then. Peter is more of a man than any of you jocks, he really knows what to do with a woman and if you assholes what proof here it is.” Gwen turned Peter to face her and they locked lips, she wasn’t going for the pleasant gentle kind either, she was hungry for him. Peter needed a second to know what was going on but when he felt her tongue asking to go into his mouth, he kissed her back with force. Hell he ran his hands over her back and everyone actually stopped for a second. Peter got a kind of perverse pleasure in everyone watching him make out with a girl like Gwen. He dropped his hands to her ass giving them a little squeeze, Gwen moaned into his mouth her hands running through his hair. By the time they came up for air Flash and his friends were pretty much dumbfounded by the show, they had no doubt that wasn’t any friendly kiss. Peter smiled at their faces but then he dropped the smile when he saw someone else there in the halls. Gwen caught it and looked where he was facing and then she saw her. Mary Jane looking like someone had just run over her puppy. Peter started to say something but she just turned and ran off. “Great...That was not the way I wanted her to find out.” Gwen just couldn’t get it, he got his heart torn out and he was worried about what she felt? Peter was just very strange guy, there was so much more to him than anyone knew about it was like there was so many hidden things about him. She wondered what else was buried under that surface. -Dr. Connors’s lab- Dr. Curt Connors was working in his lab but that was mainly what he did these days just work. After the Lizard thing he had realized just how close he was to losing his humanity, and how dangerous he could be. There was always the fear that he would turn back into that monster and it haunted his days and more importantly his nights. It cost him his family too, his wife was gone and had taken their son but he was actually glad about that. He didn’t want to hurt them anymore then he had and he could still see them both but his life only consisted of his work now. He was working on an analysis of the samples that Peter Parker had given him, it was still amazing that such a young boy was really Spider-Man but he also owed his life to Peter, he owned that boy more then he could repay in a lifetime. Plus working with the material was proving very interesting, Peter’s blood although amazing now held what looked like some foreign substance. There were more chemicals in his sweat and other fluids too. This sweat turned out to have larger than normal amounts of pheromones then what a normal human produced. Then there was a slightly higher testosterone count, not much at the moment but it was a bit higher. The sperm however turned out to be filled with even more chemicals that you wouldn’t find there. There was one chemical that would release Oestogen in the female body, there was also dopamine, norephinephrine, serotonin and oxytocin. It was an odd mix, since dopamine is linked to the pleasure center of the brain it could give off a lot of bliss to a person that took this. Nerophinephrine was used to control alertness but also arousal as well. But this was in a low grade so that it wouldn’t cause any of the other nastier effects like attention -deficite disorder. Serotonin regulated a lot of functions but given what he was seeing this would most likely be linked to sexuality. Then there was the oxytocin which was supposed to be released by the female during orgasm was thought to help bond two people. This with everything else just seemed to be tailored made to be a powerful sex drug in a way. Connor sat bad rubbing his eyes it had been a long day and he still wondered what some of this other stuff he was seeing was, and the effects this was having on Peter. He heard the door opened and thought it was Ben again although he had the day off. “Oh hello Dr. Connors.” Came a sweet voice, it was another assistance that he had she was new and all in all she held a lot of promise and wouldn’t be surprised if an offer came soon for her to work with someone else and she took it. He knew that her name was Amy but not much else. She was a bit younger then he was, about twenty-two and still a student at NYU and here for real life experience going for her degree. She also was beautiful, she wore small glasses and her brown hair was tied into a small bun with two bangs falling in the front of her face, she had large doe like green eyes and a cute smile. She also had a perfect figure that she had to work at to keep that trim. She also had very long legs and slightly larger than normal breasts too, she was basically a walking wet dream but she didn’t like to show it. She liked to keep her lab coat on and didn’t wear anything particularity sexy in fact if he had to guess she might have been plain as a child and grew into her looks making her a bit shy and unused to the attention. She did wear skirts a lot like she was now and a blouse from her opened lab coat. “Hello Amy working hard as usual huh?” He smiled at her. She smiled back, “Of course but like you’re one to talk. What are you working on now doctor?” “Oh just something for a friend, do you mind helping me out and getting the samples out of that centrifuge?” “Of course.” She smiled and went to work. She stopped the machine and took out the samples it was some white substance by the looks of it. She was walking to a desk to put it into a safe place when of all things the heel on one of her older shoes snapped. She had been meaning to get a new pair but she had kept putting it off, she fell and there was a smashing sound with some pain. “Amy are you okay?” Curt rushed over to her, he helped her up but one of the glass tubes has smashed open and small glass cut into her skin. He helped her over to a seat and started to clean the wound, not easy when you only had one arm but he she helped out. He picked out the pieces of glass and it didn’t look too bad thankfully. Although when he was wrapping her hand up she felt flushed and warmer. What she didn’t know was that some of the sample had gotten into her blood stream and was slowly effecting her. ‘What’s going on with me? God I don’t usually get like this.’ She blushed as he brushed up against her and she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. She had always had a crush on him, he was an older man that was in a way something of an idol to her, she knew he was brilliant and she had a few fantasies about him. ‘Stop it! I can’t think like that it’s...it’s not right.’ But she couldn’t stop it, she could feel herself actually getting aroused. She tried to ignore it but Dr. Connors was being so kind to her, and she knew about how his family left him for some reason. He had to be so along and she had thought of what she could do, before she knew that he would never cheat on his wife but now things were different. “Amy are you okay you look a little flustered.” Curt asked seeing her face was a bit red and she was breathing a bit more heavily. She looked at him and for a moment any control just seemed to snap, she reached over and kissed him. He was so surprised that he honestly didn’t know what to do, then when she tried to deepen it. He pulled back and found himself against a counter. “Amy what are you doing?” “Just...Just what I always wanted to, I don’t know why.” She told him getting up and pressing up against him. “Please I’ve wanted you for so long, and I know you haven’t been with a woman in so very long. Let me please you please.” She told him kissing his neck. Truth was it had been a long time, too long in fact and her was an attractive younger woman throwing herself at him. He knew that some of that sample must have gotten into her system and she wasn’t totally herself but she smelt so good, her skin was so soft and he could feel her breasts up against his chest. God it had been so long since he felt the gentle touch of a woman. “A-Amy I...I don’t know if we should...I mean...oh god...” “Please just let me do this,” She whispered out running her hands over him. She reached for his belt and undid that, then his pants. She went to her knees and reaching in pulled out his dick, she kissed the tip of it and started to gently lick it, she wasn’t a virgin or anything she had a few sexual experiences before just not as much as you would think. Curt held onto the table with his hand feeling her lips there, he felt her licking his shaft as she worked his pants and boxers down to his ankles. When she started to take him into her mouth he groaned, it only reminded him of just how long it had been and what he had been missing all this time. “Oh god Amy.” He groaned out wishing he still had his other hand to place on her head. She moaned with him in her mouth and she could feel him getting hard quickly. But she didn’t want him to cum in her mouth so after he was nice and hard and stopped. He looked at her confused until she took off her coat and jumped onto a table with her skirt pulled up, he could see the white panties there and they already had a wet spot on them. She was taking off her blouse and when she opened it he could see her tits, and they were great looking. He came over and pushed the bra up, letting them slip out. They were perfect to him and she had large pinkish nipples on her. He started to suck on one of them making her groan out loudly. “Oh god Dr. Connors that’s so good!” Her nipples had always been very sensitive to her and he was doing very well with it. Curt would have liked to have dragged this out but honestly he was just too excited, he used his one hand to pull aside her panties and then felt the tip of his cock against her pussy. He pushed in making her head fall back as she called out his name again. She wrapped her long legs around him as he started the fuck her. She fucked him back eagerly, she couldn’t believe she was doing this but it felt just so good. “Oh god Dr. Connors! Fuck me! Fuck me please, oh god I want you so much. I can’t control myself!” She cried out feeling his dick thrust inside of her. She never felt so turned on in her life and a part of her was growing to like it. Curt grunted out with each thrust, he was fucking her like a man possessed, she was so warm and inviting. He stopped playing with her tits and gripped the edge of the table above her head. He used that leverage to thrust even harder into her. She screamed out as he fucked her even harder and begged for more. She kept telling him to go harder and faster and he tried his best to keep up with her. “Oh god you’re like an animal! Oh fuck-fuck- I’m...oh yes-YES!” She cried out one last time her spine arching as she orgasmed, her tight young pussy clamed down on him trying to milk his member for all it was worth. He grunted out with one last thrust spilling his seed into her. He lay on top of her both of them breathing hard. “Oh god...that...that was amazing Dr. Connors...” she sighed. “I think Amy after this you can call me Curt.” He told her. -Peter and Gwen- Peter hadn’t been able to talk to MJ although she had been avoiding him before now it was worse. But then again how just do you explain what was going on with him? It just seemed so bizarre how things had happened, he hoped to check in with Curt later on to know what was going on. Although he was finding it a bit hard to focus but then again this was math and he could literally teach this stuff. He didn’t really have to study for the tests for this class they were just a joke to him, however he did catch Gwen looking at him and she would wink at him making him grin back at her. He thought back to the times they had been together, the thought of her naked flesh against his, the smell of her hair, the sounds she made when she was getting close to orgasm. Hell it was starting to give him a hard on remembering those moments. He tried to push those aside and tried to think on something else. Gwen was just bored, at least when she asked Peter to help her with this subject he at least made it so she could understand what was going on. She swore that Peter was a better teacher at this kind of stuff. She shared a few looks with Peter and she went to thinking back on the more pleasurable moments with him. His surprisingly strong body over hers, his dick thrusting into her over and over again. She got hot just thinking about it, she shifted a little in her seat as she rubbed her thighs together. It was a little known fact that some women could stimulate themselves like this, and she was one of them. She rubbed her own sex with her thighs thinking about Peter, she was just getting close to getting off at least a tiny bit when the bell rang. She cursed her timing and got her stuff, it was a gym class next for the end of the day. For today it was a mix class with them going through these stations. Mainly you went from one station, did something and then ran to the other and did a different type of exercise. It was one of those things that were supposed to work a lot of different things. Gwen was sweating like mostly everyone else except for Peter she noticed. He was working hard but it was like it was easy for him, she also couldn’t help but look at him in his gym clothing. Once more she got the urge for another round of sex with him, if she didn’t know any better she swore she was getting addicted to it. Peter always tried to tone it down during gym, although his mind was elsewhere. Of all days to have a mixed gender class, all these girls in short clothing, sweating, breathing hard. He was trying not to get an erection but it was getting kind of hard not to. By the end of it all the teacher got them together, said something about team work and stuff, he wasn’t paying attention. When the teacher asked for a couple of people to stay behind to pack things up he was surprised when Gwen stepped up and volunteered them both. When everyone was walking away he looked at her, “What was that for?” “Easy Peter,” she grinned at him and he knew that look in her eye. “We put this away and we get the change rooms to ourselves.” She leaned in to whisper to him, “I don’t know about you but I hope that when I’m in the shower I’m not alone for long.” Now Peter got a erection at that, here he was with his new girl and she was already asking for a fucking and in the school shower room of all things. Well it was the last class of the day and no one else would be in there. He wasn’t sure but they must have set a record for putting that stuff away. He went to the male change room to get his stuff and found it empty already, he just hoped the girls room would be, but he would give Gwen a bit of a head start. A little later Gwen had stripped off her sweaty clothing and was in the nice hot shower. The warm water felt great against her naked flesh, her long blond hair plastered against her skin as she soaped up her young slim body. She rubbed her breasts a bit and then down to her stomach, then to her legs and her crotch. She wished Peter would hurry up, she really wanted him again and it was so exciting too knowing they could get caught. She ran her hands through her hair with her eyes closed, she didn’t hear the foot steps and didn’t know someone was there until a pair of hands grabbed her breasts from behind. She felt a male body pressing up behind her and a dick that was resting between the crack of her ass. “Well don’t you look lonely here all by yourself.” Peter whispered into her ear. “Took you long enough,” She said back feeling him massage her breasts. “Wanted to make sure you were alone,” He started to kiss her neck making her shiver in anticipation. She could feel his dick against her skin as she rubbed her ass up against it. He reached down between her legs and started to rub her pussy, she moaned as her hips moved with his hand. It felt really nice and then he pushed in a finger and she gasped. Peter went searching around inside of her, he was learning all about her body and what she liked and what worked for her. Then he found a spot that made her back arch into him. “Oh god that’s the spot.” She hissed out through her teeth as he touched her g-spot. Peter grinned as he played with her pussy with one hand and her breast with the other, she was really getting worked up and he slowly moved his hips as his dick was squeezed by her ass cheeks. Pretty soon though he couldn’t take much more of it. He took his hands off her and took her shoulders and spun her around to face him and quickly kissed her hard. He felt his heart racing as the urge to mate took him over again. Gwen eagerly kissed him back, and felt the wall of the shower hit her back. “Oh god Peter take me now please.” He didn’t answer her just gripped her ass and lifted her up, she didn’t notice how easy it was for him, all she cared was for that dick to get back into her body. She wrapped her legs around him as he lowered her onto his prick. She moaned out feeling him enter her body again. He always felt so large to her, he lifted her up and then slammed her down making her cry out. “Augh! Oh god! Huh! Ah! Oh! Fuck! Me! God! Ohhh! Peter!” She hung unto him as he pounded her pussy with his thick meat. He grunted with the effort of slamming her onto his stiff cock. The sounds of their wet flesh hitting each other echoed in the room as did their moans and out cries of pleasure. Gwen lost track of time as she only could feel that dick inside of her pounding her insides, she lost herself to the pleasure of it all. It wasn’t until Peter started to pick up the pace that she knew he was getting close to cumming. She humped him back as best she could, he felt like he was trying to fuck her through the wall at this point. She gritted her teeth and then Peter gave a few more good pounding thrusts before she felt his hot seed shoot into her young cunt. She cried out feeling it hit her cervix and she came herself. She was lost in a daze and didn’t notice Peter lowering her to the floor. She was laid out on the bathroom floor on her stomach breathing hard and feeling some of the water across her back. Peter was breathing heavily like she was but he still had a hard on, it was a good first start but he wanted more. He looked at that fine ass of her and he wanted to try something new, he looked around and saw the body wash she had been using, it was one of those gel types. He opened it up and kneeled behind her. He put some of the gel on his fingers and then with one hand spread her ass and then slowly put the gel into her anus. Gwen’s eyes opened up at the unfamiliar intrusion, “Peter! I-I don’t think I can do that!” Now she was worried she had been worried that Peter would try this and it would hurt. But looking at Peter she knew that this wasn’t the good Peter, this was the one that had raped her that first night. It wasn’t the Peter that had just fucked her senseless it was his more darker nature. And she knew against this version she couldn’t do anything about it. “I want to try this at least once Gwen,” He told her and after making sure she was well lubricated be put more on his dick. “I’m not going to fuck you dry but I am going to fuck you.” She knew that he was right and prepared herself, she felt him shift behind her and lay on top of her. She felt the tip of his dick press up against her virgin anus and she jumped. Then he pushed, and it was even more painful than her first time with him. “Oh god Peter it hurts...please stop it hurts.” She moaned out. “Just try and relax,” he told her, normally he would have stopped but this felt too damn good. Her pussy was a tight fuck but this was even better. He went slowly in, he didn’t want to hurt her more than he had to. He heard he whimper but it felt just so good, all the water and the gel sure helped lube her up nicely. Gwen shut her eyes not sure if she was feeling tears or not with the water spraying on her, she felt like she was being split in two with him going in her like that. He was stretching her out in a painful way but as she tried to relax it wasn’t as bad as when he raped her. The pain was still there but it wasn’t as hard or as brutal as before. He was taking things slow thankfully and she kept on whimpering and moaning as she slowly pushed himself inside of her. At every inch she wished for him to be done, and by the time she felt his hips touch her ass she sighed. Peter lay there letting her body slowly adjust, he would move his hips from side to side stretching her out. Then he pulled back, just a bit and thrust back in. She gave a loud whimper as her fists balled up into fists. Peter pulled back a bit further and then thrust back into her, she was so fucking tight it felt great. He soon lost himself as he humped her ass, his hips slapping her ass. Gwen tried to block out the pain but it hurt more than it was pleasurable, but she was loosening up a bit. The pain was slowly going away but it wasn’t leaving her. She just lay there motionless as Peter fucked her ass. He fucked her like that for ten minutes straight and she thought it would never end, it was strange how she went from bliss to pain in one evening. She felt him rushing now and she got the idea to clench her ass, trying to squeeze him when he thrust into her and release when he pulled out. It hurt a bit more but Peter groaned out and she felt him cum, although when his cum hit her body she gasped feeling that same orgasm. She couldn’t understand why, she hadn’t been close to getting one but then again neither had she when he first took her. The pain also seemed to go away as well, little did she know as one of the effects of Peter’s cum on her body was to reduce pain. Peter pulled out seeing a bit of blood from it, he washed off his prick and then gently helped to clean up her ass. It wasn’t bleeding much thankfully it seemed although she would be a bit sore back there .He gently turned her over and saw the look on her face the same confusion he had seen that first time. He got on top of her and gently started to kiss away what he felt were the tears in her face. She didn’t respond at first but she gently started to caress his body, Peter was still hard amazingly enough and gently put himself back in only this time to her pussy. She sighed as he slowly slid back in and this time the two slowly made love to each other, it was his way of making it up to her. By the time they had finished both were lucky to leave the school just as it was being locked up. Despite the anal sex both of them had a good time that day, and Gwen made plans that if Peter was going to try that again she would have to get her body ready for it. Next up Chapter 4: The Big Secret

Chapter 21 - Chapter 20: Gathering

  Spider-Man Dark Urges Chapter 20: Gathering Natasha Romanova also known as the Black Widow was not having a good day; word had come down what had happened at the Parker home not to mention the Watsons. Fury was looking for answers and since she was supposed to have been the one tracking him, she was the one that needed to get them for him. Fury wasn’t pleasant most of the times and when he was angry and wanted things done he was less so. Still, she was worried. Over the short time she had been trying to seduce the boy and learn his secrets the more she found herself making excuses to keep on her assignment longer. Okay sure the sex was surprisingly good, better than any other lover for some reason but she felt almost a compulsion to keep Peter safe and to want to be near him. She had already tried contacting him through regular means but that hadn’t led to anything. He had dropped off the radar and it was a bit infuriating. She was about to check on that apartment he managed to get from that company when her personal cell phone went off. She ducked into a lone room and pulled it out, only a handful had this number and seeing it, it was Peter’s number from that apartment. “Peter what the hell is going on?” She asked in a hushed tone. “Oh god it’s horrible,” Peter’s voice sounded very stressed. “I got home and found her dead Natasha, she was dead right there on the floor for me to find.” “Peter calm down and tell me what happened,” She had seen enough combat to have seen the stress of battle get to soldiers. Peter was near the edge from the sounds of it but he was still holding on. She gave a calming voice as she helped him through explaining everything. By the end she had a good enough picture of the situation. “I need your help,” Peter said in almost a defeated tone. “Please, I need you to help me find them and save them. They shouldn’t be a part of this but because they’re close to me...” “I can try,” Natasha figured that with SHIELD resources it might take some time to locate Fisk or where he was holding up. “I’ll call you later when I get some information for you.” On the other end of the line Peter hung up the phone. It had already been a couple of hours and his mood wasn’t improving. He was trying to keep it together but his aunt’s dead body just there on the floor kept coming back to his mind. Was this all his fault? Because he wanted to be a hero and try to make a world a better place the people closest to him always seem to pay. He couldn’t handle it if Gwen and MJ showed up dead later on. He just couldn’t, so he was trying to push everything away other than the focus of getting them back. Black Cat was already out trying to find leads but he needed to do something. He couldn’t let the Kingpin get away with any of this. When they went to rescue them, they would need something to give them an edge. Something that the Kingpin would never expect, then he thought of the suit back in the New York university. Eddie still had plenty of that stuff left, if he could get it and give it to Black Cat and Black Widow then they would have powers as well. Hell he was pretty much bullet proof with this stuff on him as it was. ‘That wouldn’t be a good idea.’ Peter nearly jumped at the sense of his symbiote talking, it had been awhile since it had done that and he nearly forgot it had learned to communicate. ‘Okay so why would that be a bad idea?’ Peter thought back at it, which was still weird as hell. ‘I was created to be used by what you call, you’re ‘father’. His DNA runs through you which is why I could bond with you so well. The rest of what I was that still resides in that jar wouldn’t work well with anyone else.’ “Damn it...we could use more people for this but I don’t want to call in Kitty. It would take too long for her and Silver Sable said she’s out of the country.” Peter angrily punched the wall, which meant his hand went through it as he pulled it out. ‘There might be a way to alter it for someone else but it would require someone you trust and I only think this will work once unless you split it up. But that would take longer for me to try as I don’t know how long it would take to alter it even once.’ ‘How do you know all of this?’ ‘Through you, through you I learn more about what I am and what I can do.’ Peter thought about it as it hit him, all the information he had been looking at through his experiments with the black suit and what Eddie knew as well. It had been learning what he learned all this time, he never even thought of that. So Peter listened to what his suit told him, it just might work but he would need help and given what he had to do there was only one person he should talk to. If this was a one shot deal then he couldn’t betray that person by stealing the last of the substance. Peter only hoped that he would listen and forgive him for not telling him everything sooner. -Unknown Location- Gwen and MJ didn’t know where they were, only that they were tied down to a chair with bags on their heads. They hurt slightly from the rough treatment but so far they were okay, for the moment at least. “I think they’re awake now boss.” The voice was unfamiliar for both girls but they could hear several people in the room with them. “Take off the hoods,” A deep voice told them. The hoods finally came off as both Gwen and MJ could now see each other and when they saw the massive sized man in the room in front of them they knew what this was all about. Wilson Fisk the Kingpin of crime stood before them. “You fucking pig!” Gwen shouted out at him. “You bastards didn’t have to kill her!” MJ looked through red eyes at Gwen wondering who she was talking about. She had already tried not to cry over what she could only think that her mother had been killed. Gwen couldn’t have known that already could she? “The old woman got in the way boss.” One of the men said to explain what Gwen was yelling about. Now MJ’s eyes widened in horror as she pieced it together that May was dead too. Now she felt new tears, she had really liked May Parker and to have another death so closer to her nearly made her break. But she managed to push that pain down and gather up her anger like Gwen was doing. She needed to be strong she wouldn’t let these men break them. They had to either find a way out or wait for Peter, he would come for them she was sure of it. They just had to hold out long enough. “You two will tell me everything you know about Spider-Man, I know you two are close and you would know everything about him. Where would he hide or who would be go to help now? I want to know everything you two know.” The Kingpin told them in a cold and calm tone. “Fuck you.” Gwen snarled at him. “Very well then,” Fisk walked over to MJ and grabbed her head and started to squeeze. MJ grunted but soon cried out in pain as her skull was slowly being crushed. “Stop it! You’re going to kill her!” Gwen shouted in panic as MJ’s body started to spasm from the pain. Suddenly he let go as MJ hung limp in her chair. “MJ! Please are you okay, talk to be girl.” MJ whimpered in reply, her head hurt all over and it felt like her skull was close to cracking. His hands had been so strong, she forced herself to breathed deeply as she tried to shut out the pain. “I’ll leave them to you, make sure they talk before they die and make it long and painful. I still want their bodies to be identified when you’re through.” He told the man he handpicked for the torture. He was someone that knew his work and why Fisk had picked him after all. “Of course sir,” The man was a tall but thin man with heavy glasses. He had been a failed medical student that seemed to like to inflict pain rather than cure it. It wasn’t hard to find use for his talents after all. The men just knew him as ‘The Doc’ and that’s all they wanted to know. He put on a butcher’s apron that still had on stains from previous sessions from others he was paid to either get information or make an example out of. Putting on long rubber gloves he told the men to hit the girls again with tazers. They cried out in pain going limp, mainly he did this to make it easier to strip them. He cut through their clothing as the men helped. Being naked was a wonderful way of making sure a person felt vulnerable. They were coming around slowly after their clothing was gone. “Now girls how long will you two last?” He asked them. “Fuck you.” Gwen said glaring at him. She was rewarded by a backhanded slap to her face, her lip was cut from it. He turned to MJ now making sure she was more awake. “How about you?” “When he finds us...I hope he kills you,” MJ told him earning her a slap as well. “Well now, I think we’ll start with the finger nails,” He told them placing some pliers on a try. “Then I’ll break the fingers and hands.” Placing a hammer next, making them see what would happen and what to expect was another trick in breaking down a person. “Oh and let’s not forget more beatings, whippings, electrocutions and well, let’s just say that I’ve never had anyone last throughout all my tricks.” “So...which one of you will be first?” He grinned at the two young women. Soon the whole room was filled with screaming. -NYU Student Labs- Eddie Brock walked into the lab that he used for his research into the material that his father and Peter’s dad had worked on. He was surprised to find that Peter was not only already in the room, he had the jar holding the black substance already on the lab table. In fact Peter had his hand already in the substance. Eddie charged forth angered that Peter was messing with it, he had put in too much work to recover and redo all the work his own father had put into this project. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Altering it so you can use it,” Peter said calmly to him. “The fuck are you talking about?” Peter sighed, he knew this wouldn’t be easy but he needed more than just Black Widow and Black Cat, he wasn’t sure if Silver Sable would be able to get back to him in time. There was no one else he trusted than Eddie and he needed to trust him more than ever. He was going to need him for what was to come and he had a feeling that when Eddie knew everything he would be both pissed and would want in. “I’ve been reading up on your work and I’ve been looking into things myself. Plus I’ve had a unique help from someone else,” Peter started as he looked at Peter. “If you ever had tried this on it would have been bad Eddie. This was based for my dad’s DNA, because mine is so close I’m okay but I’m fixing that now. I’m getting it ready for you so you can use it without any problems.” “Will you please explain what is going on?” Eddie demanded. Peter pulled his hand out of the jar as his clothing changed to that of his black and white Spider-Man suit. Eddie took a few steps back as he saw the change in Peter and knew that custom. Peter let the material pull back from his face looking Eddie right in the eye. “Now listen to me very carefully because people are dead and Gwen and MJ’s lives are in our hands.” Peter went into an explanation of everything, him being Spider-Man, how he had tried on the suit, the changes that it did to him, and what had just happened a few hours ago. With Gwen and MJ kidnapped and at least two other people murdered because of it and it all tied to the Kingpin. He even had to tell him how he knew about what Eddie was doing. Eddie had a lot to take in, he had to sit down with everything he had to take it, it was a lot. But the fact that people were dead and that Gwen and MJ were in trouble and were going to die pushed any sense of betrayal aside, at least for the moment. He had met MJ and she seemed nice and as for Gwen, well knowing that she had fucked him in order to gain access for his computer did sting. Although Peter had mentioned that she had enjoyed it and had talked to him about seeing Eddie another time. “So, you want me to help you save them huh, you did a lot of dick things to me you know.” Eddie told him. “I know and I am sorry man, I was trying to think of a way of telling you, hell the suit I’m wearing told me that you wearing this stuff would kill you eventually. But I’m here for not only for your help but to make up for it. I just need one more thing and I can get this stuff for you to use safely.” Peter told him honestly. Eddie thought it through as he looked at the black substance in the jar, he had dreamed of knowing what the secrets of that stuff could be. “We’ll have to have a long talk about all of this when it’s over you know.” “I know,” Peter nodded. Eddie was quiet for a moment before sighing. “What else do you need?” “Just a bit of your blood, the suit I’m wearing can use it to alter what’s in the jar and make it for you.” Peter explained. Eddie took a small scalpel and made a small cut on her thumb. Peter held his hand over the jar and let a few drops fall into the jar. Peter then placed his hand over the opening as strands of his suit slowly worked itself down into the jar. Peter could feel the mind of his suit altering what was in the jar. It was an add experience but he could sense a new mind forming inside of it. ‘What are you doing exactly?’ Peter mentally asked his suit. ‘Creating the bonding, also giving information, it’s a blank slate and with this it will know all that I know. Shared information will make it more mature and catch up to me.’ The symbiote answered him.  After some time the symbiote withdrew and Peter looked up to Eddie. “Okay it’s ready just place your hand in there and let it do the rest.” Eddie looked into the jar, he felt a bit nervous but also exhilarated. He plunged his hand into the stuff and felt it form around his hand and then up his body. There was a moment of panic was it quickly enveloped him and then it covered his face. It felt totally alien like something was digging into his body but there was no pain. In fact he realized that he was starting to feel better than ever, he felt himself getting stronger, faster, better. He felt like he could take on the world. Slowly Eddie’s form took on a large bulkier look, large white eyes and a mouth with long rows of teeth and a tongue formed. Peter was shocked by the change he thought it would look more like himself, he asked his other what was going on and it simply said that this was the result of Eddie’s mind at work. “Hey...are you okay?” Eddie flexed his new more powerful hands and grinned like a shark at Peter. “Oh Peter you have no idea, I’ve never felt better.” Peter was about to say something when he felt his cellphone going off. The suit was keeping it safe for him but he felt it through the material. He opened his hand as his cellphone seemed to merge out of it. He flipped it open. “Yes?” “I have something,” Black Widow said on the other line. “I’ll be at your place soon with an address, there are FBI wire tapes on several of Fisk’s people that are still in New York. We got lucky and one of them was talking about the girls. We’ll go give him a visit and make him tell us what he knows.” “I could kiss you,” Peter sighed feeling a bit better finally getting some place to head to. And he was going to make that guy talk no matter what it took. “Oh trust me when this is all over that’s only the start of what you owe me for this,” she told him before hanging up. Next up Chapter 21: Into Darkness

Chapter 11 - Chapter 10: Mutant Troubles

Spider-Man: Dark Urges   Chapter 10: Mutant troubles   After the Silver Sable thing, Peter had to meet the man that wanted to see him. Apparently it was some guy that was the head of a company that apparently he had been saving from time to time. The guy thought that Spider-Man was doing it for some reason and wanted to know what he could do to repay him. Peter honestly didn’t know what he had been talking about at first but after hearing the guy out apparently he had been helping his company. He hadn’t meant to do any of this to Roxxon Industries but he had saved the guy from that Spot guy. The one that made all those black dots that he could move through like in some cartoon. There was also the time he had saved this man, David Roxxon from the Vulture as well. Peter couldn’t even remember seeing the man there to tell the truth after all he was kind of focused on the Vulture at the moment.   To be fair he was kind of torn, on the one hand this guy had hired mercenaries to get him. Although that hadn’t been all that bad in the end, that time with Sable was very memorable. His first experience with an older woman had been very cool, he still kept glancing at her tight fitting uniform and he caught her looking at him at times too. He really wanted to see her again but knowing her job she would be gone soon. It was a pity to she was hot as hell, wild in the bed and couldn’t get enough.   Anyways, the Roxxon guy was asking him for what he could do to repay him and Peter was about to basically just say that it was an accident when a thought hit him. This guy obviously had the money and there was something he needed that this guy could get him. A smile grew on his face as he told the man exactly what he wanted. He was surprised but he didn’t seem to put up much of a fight, he did ask if he could get his help now and then as well. Peter didn’t like to ‘sell’ his services but things had changed and he needed to change with it. Although the old Peter would never do this, over the time he had the symbiote he had been slowly changing. It was gradual but his decisions were becoming more and more unlike the kinds of things he used to do.   He didn’t notice it now, and normally Gwen or MJ would also notice the same thing. That is if they weren’t slowly being changed as well. All the chemicals that he was pumping into their bodies was taking its toll on them. Besides the obvious what he didn’t know was that the suit was slowly making them into the perfect mates for its host. It was getting close to making them ready for a true mating but still the symbiote needed more time and maybe more females. Peter and the girls were slowly changing and they didn’t know it.   Which was why now Peter was making a deal for something that he would never do before, Peter was told it would take some time but he could wait. He left instructions that Silver Sable would be able to contact him. He gave her a look before he left the meeting and the smile and the look in her eyes told him that she would be seeing him again sooner than either of them thought.   That had been two weeks ago, and when he had gotten a call from a certain silver haired mercenary telling him everything was ready Peter couldn’t wait and show the girls his little surprise for them. On the weekend he called up MJ and got Gwen and together the three of them went across the bridge from Queens and into Manhattan. Peter couldn’t wait until he showed them what he had planned.   Gwen and MJ were wondering what Peter was up to, they were waiting for him to explain how he got a key to an elevator to this place and what was going on. But he was being tight lipped about it and it was getting slightly annoying as well. So they waited to see what Peter was up to.   “Ah here we are,” Peter said as the elevator stopped and he got out.   “Where are we Peter?” MJ asked annoyed.   “Why are new little hideout,” Peter smirked as the girls got out and saw the apartment they were in.   “Peter, how in the hell did you get all of this!?” MJ demanded him although Gwen was too busy looking around.   “Well apparently I kept saving this guy’s company by accident and he wanted to repay me,” Peter said with a shrug. “Now normally I don’t care but I get shot at, hurt and take shit from JJ and the Bugle all the time. So I figured that if the guy was offering I might as well set things up.”   “Not only does this place act as my own personal hideout where I can change, fix myself up, or just relax or work on my hero stuff, but it’s also a place where the three of us can be alone without anyone knowing what we can do here as well.” Peter grinned pulling MJ closer to him.   MJ smiled at that last thought, “This is so cool, but what about money and stuff for it?”   “Taken care of,” Peter told her, “The whole place is paid for under that company and any expenses for the place if covered as well. No one will notice it as it’s under the name of an alias and no link to us as well.”   “Okay this is going to be great,” MJ grinned looping her arms around his neck kissing him.   “Um, guys...we’re not alone,” Gwen said as the two of them pulled from the kiss. MJ jumped but Peter paled a bit knowing the kind of trouble this will cause him in the next few minutes. Standing there in the doorway to the bedroom was Silver Sable, in only a robe that was opened showing off a pair of thong panties and nothing else.   “I was going to give you a proper goodbye before I left the country Peter, but I didn’t know you already had some others to help you break in the place,” Silver said in a mildly cold tone. She had planned for a evening of wonderful sex but she hadn’t planned on him being involved with at least two other girls.   “Peter,” Both MJ and Gwen gave him a look that told him that he should explained at this very moment. He sighed knowing there was no use in lying. So he had to explain everything about how Silver Sable had been hired to find him and how he had agreed to. They weren’t too happy to hear that he wanted to fuck the older woman before he would meet up with the guy who had hired Silver either. Although by now both girls knew that his suit gave him a larger sex drive then most and he needed more release than a normal person too, they would have liked to have been told about this beforehand.   “So...how much trouble am I in?” Peter asked them all. The three females weren’t exactly pleased with him but he noticed something in Gwen’s eye that he didn’t like.   “Well I have an idea,” Gwen said as she led Peter into the bed room. The other two women shared a confused look between them as they followed. Gwen looked around and smirked as she put a chair in front of the bed and then shoved Peter down onto it.   “Okay here’s the deal,” Gwen said her hands on her hips. “We know that suit of yours is making you into some sort of pink with no self control. But if you go and sleep with another woman you should at least have the guts to tell us instead of keeping it secret. Now I know we’re in a very open relationship but there are no secrets to be kept between us all. It’s not the sleeping with her that hurts it’s the fact you didn’t tell us.”   Peter winced at that, it was true that he should have confessed he just thought that they would be mad. Turns out they were more mad at him not telling him. “So, what do I have to do to make up for it?”   Gwen smirked as she started to pull off her top, “Easy, I think MJ and myself should at least get to know Silver here that is if she doesn’t mind.”   Silver Sable shrugged, she had been with women before on missions although she did prefer men, the girls seemed nice enough though and she was interested in a little punishment herself. Besides this was her last night in this city and she wouldn’t see Peter for a very long time, so why not enjoy it?   “Meanwhile,” Gwen smirked as she pulled down her jeans showing off her black bra and panties to him. “You have to sit there and watch and you can’t do anything.”   “Oh come on,” Peter moaned out not sure if he could control himself, he could already start to feel himself starting to get hard seeing Gwen strip. He also noticed that MJ was smirking and doing the same as Gwen too. Peter knew that he had to in order to regain their trust in their eyes but they weren’t making it easy.   He groaned seeing all three of the ladies naked now, Sable in the middle as both girls started to work on the older woman. Their tongues dragged over the beautiful mercenary’s body as the woman gave a soft smile and a sexy moan at the attention. They worked their way up to her impressive sized breasts and each girl started to take one into their mouths.   “That’s it girls and don’t be afraid to bite,” Sable told them. MJ was sucking on her nipple still but Gwen started to bite her other one, that made Sable cry out in pleasure as the slight pain was felt from her sensitive area. MJ’s hand was slowly slipping to the merc’s sex, she could feel how hot the woman’s pussy was and started to finger the woman. And Peter had to watch it all, watching his girlfriends having sex right in front of him with Sable was just killing him.   He already had a full on erection and just watching this was giving him blue balls, he was starting to ache a lot and as the minutes passed he had to watch the girls change things up. Fingering each other, eath the other out it was nearly too much.   “Think he’s had enough girls?” Gwen asked the two others after fifteen minutes of sex, “It looks like he’s about to rip that chair apart.”   “I’d rather he rip my pussy apart,” Sable grinned at the boy who was sweating and his hands were shaking as they gripped the chair so hard he was starting to damage it.   “Yeah I think he’s learned his lesson,” MJ giggled and looked to Peter. “Alright Tiger, come on get it.”   Peter quickly moved as the costume receded from his body leaving him naked as he literally pounced on the girls. The three of them started to caress, lick, suck, stroke each others bodies that they were all tangled up in an orgy of pleasure. Eventually with Sable on her back Peter thrust his aching cock into her waiting pussy. She groaned out in pleasure feeling her body stretching out by his member. Gwen and MJ smirked as they watch Peter fucking the older woman so hard it was like he was trying to tare her insides apart or fuck her through the bed, not that Sable was minding it at all with how much she was screaming in pleasure.   Eventually after some time all of them were sweaty and the bed sheets were all over it and would need a wash as soon as possible too. Peter now had them all on their hands and knees facing away from him on the bed, he wasn’t sure this would have worked at any rate but it was worth a shot. MJ was in the center this time as he slammed his hips hearing them smack against her ass as he fucked her from behind. She gave sexy moans and cries as he fucked her but she wasn’t alone.    He called up the costume on each hand and was using his hands to please the other women. His hands had his two middle fingers inside their pussies while his thumb was in their asses. He had the material of the suit create simulated cocks inside of each girl, it took a good deal of concentration but the stimulation from the suit was giving him surprised even him.   The fake cocks were actually giving off the same type of pleasure as his real one, in face he could feel even more stimulation this way.   “Oh god more Peter, put them in deeper!” Gwen cried out feeling both holes being filled up. Peter expanded the costume and it felt like she was fucking something huge in both ends, she loved it. The way the one in her pussy would press up against her cervix and slam into it, it was both a bit painful but all the pleasure helped to mask it. She kept on grunting with each thrust into her young body as she felt her orgasm rising.   “Oh please Peter, fuck me like a whore!” Sable cried out. She felt the thing she loved the most about Peter, how the costume made little ‘studs’ onto the simulated cocks. The pain of how they dragged against her inner walls made her scream in both pleasure and pain. She like Gwen had a side of her that got off on pain at times, but hers was even more so than Gwen’s. Sable actually had a feeling she would like Gwen’s tastes, although MJ was nice she was still a bit more ‘tame’ than the other girls about sex.   “You want it you white haired bitch, then beg me for it like a slut that you are,” Peter told Sable.   Sable loved being commanded by someone powerful, there was just something so sexy about power and a powerful man that would dominate, command and punish her was something that she looked for and was rare. But Peter, although still new to the role, was a quick learner.   “Oh please fuck me like the cunt that I am, ravish me, punish me please!” Sable begged him as she slammed her ass back onto his hand.   MJ was still startled at how the white haired mercenary was in bed, it was kind of scary in a way but she trusted Peter and he only got that way with her, which was fine. She preferred how Peter was normally anyway and the cock in her pussy was also making her moan out. She loved how she could feel every vein on his penis as it fucked her. How it stretched her, and the heat of it as well.   They had been at this for awhile now, she wasn’t sure how long since Peter’s stamina was beyond human. Sometimes they had doubled teamed Peter, or he had taken one of them while the other two watched or had some fun with the other. MJ was comfortable having sex with Gwen although it was odd with Sable, she was a bit more rougher. MJ still had teeth marks on her smaller breasts and nipples where the woman had bitten her. Gwen didn’t seem to mind them all that much but MJ preferred her breasts to be sucked than bitten.   But still she had came more times than she could remember to Peter, or Gwen or even Sable. And she learned that she loved large breasts herself, the way they felt on an adult woman, how thick the woman’s nipples had been in her mouth, she hoped that she would fill out like that one day as well. Sure she had nice breasts but she hoped they would get only better as she got older.   Just thinking about Peter sucking on her larger, more perfect breasts was enough to make her cum, she screamed out Peter’s name as she stiffened. Peter felt the intense pressure on his cock making him grunt out as his cum came out into her pussy causing her to have another orgasm.   By the end of it all they were all worn out and laying on different positions on the bed. Peter looked them all over, they were all covered in sweat, and other liquids. Most notably was all the cum dripping out of the girl’s sexes and asses. He felt totally drained for the first time in a long time, whatever the suit needed it had gotten out of it. He just laid there smiling up at the ceiling, he would be sorry to see Sable go but now that the girls basically gave him permission to continue seeking others out if he needed it, well the future was full of possibilities.   -=A Week Later=-   After the part where Peter introduced the girls together and the new place things went along normally for them. Sable had to leave but the girls were warming up to her, apparently they had got to talking while he went into the shower and the girls were starting to bond a bit. They thought it so cool that she ran her own mercenary group and she did have some cool stories as well. He was glad that worked out, and of course now he and the girls had a place to go that wasn’t just some abandoned factory on a dirty mattress. It was like having a high class club house mixed in with the Playboy manner in a strange way.   So now that, that place was somewhere they could go away to be alone and it was also doubling as a place for Peter to use as a way to hold a lot of his Spider-Man gear. He already set up one room with some of his spare equipment and MJ was making new suits that he could use to change into as well, now that she got the right measurements from him she could make perfect copies of his suits.   He also got as much medical supplies he could get from Dr. Connors as well, although he had been surprised when he found him screwing the hell out of some attractive lab assistant. He had to admit for a guy missing an arm he didn’t miss a beat the young woman was screaming his name out the entire time. That had been a bit awkward and he had to hurry back home for Gwen to help him relieve the erection he got from the entire thing. That was the down side to the costume, whenever he got one it was hard to ignore it and get rid of it. Thankfully the girls were all too happy to help out.   But now they had a secret place of their own that they didn’t have worry about anyone seeing them and was hell of a lot nicer than the dump they had used before. At the moment he had the suit make him some nice normal clothing as he was going to this party with MJ. Gwen would have come too but she really needed to study. He offered to help of course but she told him if he helped her they would only get a few moments of study in before they ended up naked. So he went with MJ since she had nothing else going at the moment. Plus there was a strange rumor going around as well that Peter wanted to look into as well.   They arrived at the party and everything was in full swing, he and MJ went into the home and if he had to guess the parents would be gone for a long time. He also had to admit that he was liking the look MJ was pulling off, the short leather minishirt and top showing off more skin then MJ’s mother would like was amazing. He couldn’t help but keep looking for a place to pull her into and pull up that skirt of hers and bury himself in her.   He wrapped his arm around her waist, “You know that thing looks so sexy on you right now.” He told her as his hand caressed her fine toned ass.   MJ smirked rubbing up against him, “Oh? Then maybe I should get more sexy clothing for you, I like how it gets your attention.” She started to nibble on his ear lobe making him groan.   “Fuck, MJ you keep this up and I don’t know if I could control myself.” He warned her as he was getting close to ripping her clothing off and fucking her in front of everyone. She was making him so horny at the moment that he didn’t care who watched the scene, although he knew if they tried someone might call the cops, there was always one person that felt if things went too far they had to stop.   “Hey maybe we can find a closet or a spare bedroom?” MJ asked him running a hand on his chest.   “”God you really are tempting me aren’t you?” Peter said into her ear giving the lobe a slight nib with his teeth. He felt her shudder slightly with it, and they were just on their way to find one when they literally ran into Liz who looked somewhat freaked out.   “Whoa there, where’s the fire Liz?” MJ asked the blonde girl.   “Sorry,” Liz said as she looked very uncomfortable although it wasn’t because of the two in front. She wasn’t sure what to make of the whole relationship thing going on with Peter, MJ and Gwen. Although they did seem happy, it was still strange and people still talked about it. But at the moment there was something else that was freaking her out.   “Liz is something wrong?” Peter asked seeing how freaked out she seemed.   “It’s just that mutant guy is here, you know the one that shows up at parties?” Liz told them.   Peter and MJ internally sighed, they both wish that Liz would get over whatever problem she had with mutants. Peter had heard the same things but he wasn’t really all that worried as he had meant to look into it, finding the guy was a problem as different people kept giving him different descriptions and he was still busy as Spider-Man too.   “Liz I doubt anything is going to happen,” just then an explosion was heard outside as many people where cheering someone on. Liz gave Peter a glare as he hung his head, “Don’t say it, just please don’t say it.”   After that someone came in yelling about how someone was setting cars on fire and everyone was running outside to take a look. Peter gave MJ a look and she nodded her head, she knew what he had to do as he gave her a smile, a quick kiss and then ran to one of the rooms to change. MJ wasn’t sure what to do now, most likely wait inside until everything was okay. After ten minutes the noises outside weren’t going away and she was starting to worry. Then it got very quiet for some reason, a lot quieter than it should be.   MJ ran outside and saw many people on the ground, she checked them out but they looked like they were sleeping, the street had seen better days with at least three cars still in flames but no sigh of Peter or the mutant. Then she heard a roaring and a giant gust of wind and looked up to see a black military aircraft in the air as it took off. She had seen that thing before on the news, at least it looked like the jex that the X-Men flew.   She looked around for Peter but there was no trace and everyone was starting to wake up and wondering what was going on. MJ bit her lip as she cast a worried look to where the jet had gone, she had no way how to explain this to Gwen let along how they were going to cover for Peter if he was with the X-Men.   Next up Chapter 11: Seducing Shadowcat   For some reason the site can't count and it labeled chapter 9 as 10.

Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: Mary Jane's Ordeal

Spider-Man: Dark Urges   Chapter 6: Mary Jane’s Ordeal Mary Jane Watson was walking through the halls of school trying hard to just make it through the day. She had been depressed for weeks now, and she knew why. It was because Peter was dating Gwen, she didn’t hate them but it just...hurt. The thing with Peter had gotten ugly and she should have tried to be more supportive and understanding, but seeing him injured all those times made her worry so much. She couldn’t stand to see him in pain and if he had gotten killed she didn’t think she could handle things. It just sucked because she still loved Peter, and this time apart just made it obvious how much she did.   She made her way to her locker trying to just ignore everyone around her she mechanically opened her locker and looked inside for her books. She just wanted to get home and try to forget all about this for another day. It didn’t help matters that Flash had been bugging her lately as well she just wanted him to leave her alone.   When MJ closed the locker she turned to suddenly face the one person she really didn’t want to see, she gasped and nearly dropped her books when she was face to face with Gwen who had on a serious face. “Hey...Look MJ we really need to talk.”   “No we don’t,” MJ tried to move around her but the blonde was quick enough to block her.   “Look...I know things suck right now but you got nothing to be angry about since you’re the one that dropped Peter...And I know why you did and not the stupid reason you came up with,” Gwen leaned in to whisper to her. “I know about Peter and the ‘mask’ he wears when he goes out there.”   Mary Jane’s eyes widened as she looked at Gwen’s serious face and could tell that she knew. She should have known that Gwen would know sooner or later, a part of MJ actually felt a bit hurt that Peter told someone else but it was his secret she just felt special knowing who Spider-Man was and all that. But Gwen knew and she seemed to be coping with it.   “Okay...So you know, so what is it you want to talk about then?” MJ asked her.   “Not here there are too many ears...You know that place that you and Peter have?” Gwen asked and now MJ really felt hurt, that place was something that only she and Peter knew about and he had told Gwen about it. She felt a little betrayed at that but she nodded her head.   “Well come there after school at seven, we can all talk there. MJ I don’t want to hate you and I don’t want you to hate me and Peter really hates this whole thing...especially since he still loves you.” Gwen turned at that leaving a shocked Mary Jane there. The last words echoing in her head that Peter still loved her and the fact that he must have told Gwen that left her totally confused.   For the rest of the day Mary Jane was so preoccupied that she could barely focus in class. When the bell rang when went home and put her school stuff away and tried to do her homework to kill some time. It just dragged on, she went out for diner as her parents were fighting again. She hated how her parents fought and always tried to not be home when it did, she loved her mother but her father was an asshole a lot of the time. She had no idea what to do with her life, sometimes she figured she would be better off if she just ran away and never came back.   Sometimes she just wanted to run away from her problems and never once look back. But she had a problem now that she had been running from but it was time to face it. She walked to the abandoned building that she and Peter used to get away from it all at times. It was run down but no one ever went there plus there was an old mattress that she had slept on at times just to rest after a really bad episode with her parents.   She walked in to see a few laps, the kind that were filled with gas and made those hissing noises had been set up to give off some light. She saw Gwen there sitting on a crate but no Peter was in sight. She walked up to the blonde and nodded her head and got one in return. She wasn’t sure how to go about this but the silence was nerve racking.   “So where’s Peter?” MJ finally asked.   Gwen shrugged her shoulders, “he said he would be here but knowing him something most likely came up.”   MJ nodded her head at that and there was silence for another moment before she asked her, “how do you handled it? Him going out all the time getting hurt or might even be killed?”   Gwen’s face took a solemn look to it, “honestly? I have no idea the thought of him hurt makes me scared and the thought of him dying...I think I’d rather die myself then live with that.”   That surprised MJ to no end, obviously Gwen’s relationship with Peter was very strong for the other girl to say such a thing, it made her feel a bit worried for Gwen and also a bit jealous that her relationship hadn’t been that strong. Then there was the fact that Gwen had said that Peter still loved her and now she felt horrible, here was a girl that would rather die than lose her boyfriend and he loved another girl.   “You know Gwen I don’t want to become you and Peter,” Mary Jane told her honestly. “If you two are happy then it’s for the best I don’t want to ruin that.”   Gwen smiled at her and walked over to her, “thanks that means a lot to me but I also want Peter to be happy. But we’ll get into that when he finally gets his cute butt back here, but still...thanks MJ, that really means a lot to me.”   It wasn’t long until a black shape jumped down among them, Peter stood up seeing the surprised girls, “sorry about that stupid punks were joyriding around in a stolen car and were causing a lot of crap. They nearly clipped a few people too but I think they learned the errors of their ways.”   MJ looked at the new suit it was certainly darker than then last one but she couldn’t see any seams in it. “So I see you did change the costume, what’s with the new look?”   Peter grinned as he recalled the mask to move away from his head making MJ jump back in shock, “well let’s just say there have been a few new developments thanks to this neat little thing.” Peter explained a bit about Eddie, their parents and the research. He didn’t go into major detail like how he learned about a few of the chemical changes to himself, that would come later.   MJ walked up and slightly toughed the suit, “God...it feels like skin or something.”   “Oh yeah and trust me it feels great against bare skin,” Gwen said coming up next to Peter and trailing a finger over his body. MJ’s eyes widened as she gathered the meaning of that, she hadn’t been sure but now she was. They had sex maybe even more than just once too by the way they looked at each other. MJ wasn’t sure how to take it, sure she and Peter had talked and even joked or teased the other about sex but it had never gone beyond heavy kissing and some light fondling.   MJ took a step back from the couple, “uh yeah, anyway as I already told Gwen I don’t want to become between the two of you.”   Peter smiled at her and it was the smile she had missed seeing, he walked up to her and cupped her chin. “I know you’re that kind of person but I still can’t help my feelings I still love you MJ.”   “What about Gwen? God Peter she’s standing right there and you’re telling me you love me but what about Gwen?”   Peter smiled a bit more, “Well...That’s the thing I love her too, sure it’s different but I do love her. And she makes me happy it’s just that lately...well...”   “We both want a little more,” Gwen said smiling as she walked up behind MJ and the redhead was starting to get a bad feeling about this. She wasn’t sure why after all Peter and Gwen were her friends so nothing should happen that she was afraid of would happen to her but something about them seemed different. She was just getting a really bad vibe from the two of them and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.   “What do you mean?” Mary Jane asked suddenly feeling Gwen pressed up against her back.   “Easy we both want to be happy, I wanted you and Gwen...well...” Peter smirked at the blonde.   “I’ve been wanting to try something out,” she whispered into MJ’s ear and she suddenly felt Gwen’s hands on her hips.   Suddenly she knew exactly what was going on and she felt disgust at it, she would love to have Peter again but the fact that they wanted what she was thinking was not something she felt comfortable with. Hell she didn’t even like girls in that way and the thought of sharing Peter with Gwen and most likely what Gwen wanted to do with her made her feel a little sick.   “No way in hell, I’m sorry guys but that’s just not me.” She told them.   Peter’s face got a slight sad like look on it almost like he was sorry for something but not what for MJ had said. Then Gwen grabbed her wrists and suddenly MJ felt something terribly wrong was going to happen now.   “Sorry MJ but you don’t get a choice in this,” Peter’s voice was more even and she looked at him, it was slow but it was like he was slowly changing, his eyes lost their normal bright and cheery self and was replaced with something more cold, more carnal in them.   “Let me go! Stop it you two! Whatever you got planned stop it!” MJ shouted at them but she felt herself being dragged to the mattress and was thrown on to it, she tried to get back up but one of her wrists were suddenly engulfed in a bit of the black substance by Peter and suddenly he was on top of her, she tried to fight him off knowing that he was a hell of a lot stronger than she was but he eventually grabbed her other wrist and stuck it to the mattress too.   “This isn’t funny anymore! Let me go, please stop this you two,” MJ pegged them, a part of her refused to believe that this was happening, this wasn’t like them but the fear of what was going to happen was too much.   Peter looked down on her form and a part of him was raging to just take her, she was so beautiful, so perfect he wanted to see what she looked like, felt like and tasted like. He was already getting hard with just the thought of it, “Sorry MJ but you’ll understand soon, I need to be able to let off some steam now and then or else I might get really out of control. The suit has a hunger and it needs to feed now and then but don’t worry, it’ll hurt at first but you’ll come to love it.”   He stroked her face lovingly but she twisted her head away from his touch, his face grew darker again. He looked at her clothing and figured that getting her clothing could be troubling but only if he wanted them intact. So he grabbed the front of her shirt and in one motion ripped the front of the clothing to shreds, she screamed out of fear from it but he couldn’t stop. He tore off her bra and saw the sight of her naked breasts; they were magnificent to him better than his fantasies.   Then he ripped her pants apart, that was a bit more effort and then he ripped her panties off and threw them aside.   MJ was helpless looking up at Peter with frightened eyes, she had no idea why this was happening, what had gotten into Peter but she knew this wasn’t like him or Gwen. She saw Gwen there slipping out of her own clothing as Peter forced her legs apart; she jumped feeling the head of his cock against her virgin hole.   “Oh god don’t do this Peter please! This isn’t you! Please stop!” She told him with large freighted eyes, and for a moment he stopped almost as if he was struggling with the idea. For minute she had some hope that he was about to stop.   Then Gwen now naked pressed her back against Peter and he stiffed a bit at the feel of her naked flesh against his, she rubbed her young body against his seductively. “Go on you know you want to and she’ll thank you later just like I did.” She whispered.   She put her bodyweight against him and this pushed him down onto MJ and his penis into her body. He went all the way in, ripping through her hymen making her cry out in pain at the sensation. Peter feeling her virgin pussy around his dick felt incredible and any second thoughts were pushed away. He groaned feeling that hot and tight pussy wrapped around him, making him even more aroused and he wanted her, he wanted her badly that it hurt. He pulled out and thrust back into her making her cry out in pain.   For MJ it was anything but pleasurable, it hurt a lot. It felt like someone was rubbing her raw and it ached too, the stinging sensation from every thrust sent new pain into her. She cried out with each thrust wondering how this happened and what was wrong with them. This wasn’t how they were she knew that much so she knew something was horribly wrong. She begged and pleaded for them to stop but it never did.   She felt the tears on her face as she moaned out in pain, she just started to sob feeling as she stopped struggling after ten minutes. Although for her it was like a lifetime, he kept thrusting into her and she felt like she was being torn apart on the inside. She wondered if she was or if Peter was killing her with his dick, she felt the blood from her pussy leaking out it helped a bit to lubricate but not much and she was still very dry.   Five more minutes and Peter felt himself starting to cum, he had been enjoying the feel of her pussy it was different then Gwen’s, while Gwen was still amazing, MJ’s was just a bit tighter and he wasn’t sure it was because she was trying to keep him out with her muscles or it was just naturally this tight. All Peter knew was that he felt incredible, it was like sex was a drug for him now and he needed more of it. He wasn’t aware of just how much the enzymes in his body were effecting him, he knew of certain changes but he wasn’t aware of just how far they had gotten.   A small part of him knew that he would never rape anyone let along Gwen and MJ but here he was, he had raped Gwen that first night unable to control himself and here he was raping the girl he still was in love with the same lust as that night. All reason was taken out of it and he just felt this huge need, that he needed to have her and by any means. Plus the fact Gwen had gone along with her idea and her naked flesh on his back only enhanced the feeling.   As soon as he was done with MJ he was going to fuck his blond girlfriend as well and the idea of having both girls in his bed just sent him over the edge. He thrust one last time and came inside of MJ, filling her pussy with his altered semen.   Mary Jane wanted to scream knowing he had just came in her and she did but not for the reasons she thought. Her back arched and she gasped after her scream as suddenly the pain was gone. Peter’s semen covered her internal walls and with the added chemicals nullified her pain sensors there, add to the small tare from her hymen meant the chemicals would leak into her blood stream a bit too but would take longer to be effective.   It also caused her sex to become hyper sensitive and of course give her an orgasm. MJ’s mind was reeling with the realisation that she climaxed, she shouldn’t have since it hadn’t been pleasurable at all but then why did she? She felt overwhelming shame that she did and started to cry feeling like some cheap whore at that moment.   “Peter let me have her for a bit,” Gwen asked licking his ear, “I think it’s time for her and me to bond and I want you to watch the show for a bit.”   Peter slowly pulled himself out and saw his dick covered in a mixture of her blood, his semen and her own juices. He felt bad looking at her as she cried softly in shame and he started to wonder what the hell was wrong with him. That was until Gwen’s naked form slithered up to MJ.   Gwen caressed MJ’s face, “Shhhh, it’s okay I know how it is, the same thing happened to me the first time but you know what? The first time’s always the hardest but after that it’s amazing. You feel soooo good and you want it more and more. But let me show you just what I mean.”   Gwen’s hand slowly slid over MJ’s body and she jerked at the touch, Gwen gently caressed one of MJ’s breasts giving it a gentle squeeze like one would a lover as her hand trailed down the flat perfect stomach and past the small patch of red hair at her groin and gently started to caress her pussy.   MJ whimpered at the touch but it felt nice, there was no pain and for some reason she felt herself actually starting to get aroused. She couldn’t understand it, she never thought of another woman in that way and yet she was enjoying Gwen’s slim and slender fingers gliding over her sex, she gasped when Gwen took one of MJ’s nipples into her mouth and started to lightly suck on it.   Gwen had to admit that MJ’s soft skin was a different change to things, it was strange but knowing Peter was watching made her grin she knew what she was doing to him making him watch. She could hardly wait until he had enough but first she wanted to play a little and experiment. Gwen sucked on MJ’s breasts which were about the same size as her although slightly softer. Hers were more harder and firmer but MJ’s had a very nice shape to them and the large nipples she had seemed to be very sensitive as well. She knew that the red head was fighting the urges building up in her but didn’t care, Gwen was getting wet herself just knowing that she was turning the other girl on.   Gwen figured that she had enough of teasing and slowly started to kiss down to her red patch of hair on her public mound. She could smell the sweat, the musky smell of sex, a little blood and of Peter’s cum as well. She started to gently lick up MJ’s pussy making the other girl moan out despite herself. Gwen could taste it all although she didn’t like the blood in there, she lapped up Peter’s cum and she thought that MJ tasted a bit different then she did.   After all she had socked Peter off after fucking her so she knew how his cum tasted when it was mixed with her own juices. This was a slightly different taste to it and started to wonder if all girls tasted differently. At any rate she went back to cleaning up the mess with her tongue making MJ pant as her body seemed to burn up. Peter had enough of this and walked over to them and sat gently on MJ’s head and took her head gently and lifted it up, he put his slightly soft dick to her mouth.   “Open up MJ,” it was a command and she knew it, she held her mouth shut that it until Gwen bit her clit to get her to open her mouth. She gave a sharp outcry and Peter plunged his cock into her mouth. She started to gag from it at first, the taste was something she couldn’t describe as Peter held her head and started to rape her mouth. She kept her eyes closed trying to blot it all out but Gwen had gone back to pleasuring her and Peter wasn’t being overly aggressive this time.   “I want you to start sucking MJ,” Peter grunted out as his dick game to life in her mouth, “Go on or I’ll tell Gwen to bite you even harder this time.”   MJ felt Gwen’s teeth on her clit preparing to bite so with sobbing breath she started to suck his cock. She started to lick her tongue over it trying to just get him off as fast as she could so it would be over quickly. She was caught between feeling dirty and violated and pleasured, she was confused what was going on but soon she managed to get her sobs under control. Peter moaned feeling her use her tongue without being told, he wanted to shot a wad of cum right down that throat of hers and he experimented to see how far he could get his dick.   He found that if he pushed his cock all the way in she started to gag but it felt nice, so he alternated between slowly moving in and then burying himself all the way inside of her mouth and nearly going into the throat. After ten minutes of this MJ found that her hips were moving with Gwen’s teasing and she wanted to cum, then Peter suddenly pulled out and she gasped for air, coughing a bit.   Peter sat down on her chest just lightly, not enough to hurt her but he gripped her breasts and pressed them together, “I always wanted to do this with you MJ, first time I ever saw how well you developed last summer when I saw you in that bikini.”   He started to thrust his dick between her breasts as he titty fucked the red head, MJ just lay there as she felt herself almost ready to cum. Gwen was now digging her tongue as deep as it would go into MJ’s pussy and using her fingers to stimulate her folds and clit. Gwen knew that MJ must be getting close and using her thumb started to rub the girl’s clit harder and faster. MJ bit her lip but whimpers kept getting out she tried to fight it, but she couldn’t do it anymore. Then Peter started to massage her breasts and play with her now hard nipples and it was it for her.   MJ cried out as she came, her face contorted in the pleasure and seeing her face like that was all Peter could take, his dick throbbing he ejaculated all over her face, several streams of cum landed on her face, into her mouth and onto her neck. He stood up looking down at her, there was Mary Jane Watson, bound to the mattress, her clothing ripped to shreds, panting harder, covered in sweat and her face covered in his cum. He looked to see Gwen kneeling up with a grin on her face as she was licking the juices from her mouth.   Peter could only grin, if Mary Jane thought it was over well she was wrong, this was only the start.   Next up Chapter 7: Breaking Mary Jane.      

Chapter 20 - Chapter 19: Attacked

  Spider-Man Dark Urges   Chapter 19: Attacked   Mary Jane had a normal day, even for her. Peter was off doing his Spider-Man thing with Black Cat taking down more of the Kingpin’s operations in New York as well as well as any other problems they came across. So she had finished her homework and was relaxing in her room. Her mother was downstairs watching TV. She was on her bed as she got out her cell phone, she called up Peter to see if he was back at that apartment he had as Spider-Man. “Hey Tiger, what’s up?” “Just on my way back,” Peter told her. “I was about to leave when you called.” “Oh, fun night out with Cat?” “Let’s just say I bet you girls will love shopping away what we took,” Peter laughed. “Oh good, she can help Gwen and me buy a few things we wanted to get.” MJ grinned at the thought. The older woman was great when they wanted to get into more adult themed stores. She had a way about her to get the employees to look the other way while she and Gwen bought things she normally wouldn’t be able to. “Plus I still haven’t tried out this cute little red silk nighty I wanted to show off to you.” She heard him groan as she smiled at that. “Just think about it, just you and me and that little thing between me being all naked. I’m on the bed calling you to me, maybe having the hem rise up just to my hips so you can’t see my pussy but my legs are all showing.” “You’re killing me,” Peter told her. “Well maybe if you get here while my mom is asleep you’ll find me wearing it.” She felt herself getting turned on by this. “Just think about it, I’m on my bed asleep, only wearing that thing. You sneak into the room and started kissing my body, caressing me as I moan in pleasure slowly waking up. You rub your fingers over my pussy gently at first.” MJ could feel herself getting aroused, she had never tried phone sex but the imagery was starting to get to her. She was just joking but maybe she should do this. It wouldn’t be hard they would just have to be quiet. She had an idea for that. “You cover my mouth, gag me so I don’t make any sounds,” She breathed into the phone. Her own free hand starting to roam over her own young body now. She started to caress one of her breasts, feeling the nipple slowly starting to harden under her bra. So she started rubbing it gently as her breathing increased. “MJ, what are you doing?” She could hear the strain in Peter’s voice as he was trying to control himself. “I’m just getting myself warmed up, I want to be all wet for you when you finally stick that cock into me.” “God I want you so bad right now,” Peter told her as she heard him swallow. “I want you too, what do you want to do to me? Remember, we’re going to have to be quiet.” “I’m going to stick my fingers inside of you, rubbing your insides while my free hand is on one of your breasts.” “You like my breasts?” “Oh you know it,” He told her, “I love how they feel, I love sucking on them and how they feel around my cock.” MJ moaned into the phone as her hand started rubbing the crotch of her jeans. She could feel herself starting to get wet, she needed more than this though. Her body was starting to ache for his touch, to feel him inside of her, to feel him release himself inside of her. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand to her panties. She could feel the small damp spot as Peter kept telling her all the things he was going to do to her tonight. Her breathing increased as she started to pleasure herself, visualizing what he was telling her. Pulling her out of her fantasy was the sound of the doorbell downstairs but MJ would let her mother handle it, she was too far to stop now. She could hear her mother getting the door. “Then what will you do?” MJ moaned as her fingers were bringing her close to orgasm. Then she heard the yelling downstairs and the young red head sat up. “Wait, Peter?” “Yes?” “I think something is wrong, hold on,” MJ had gotten off her bed and opened her door. Now she could hear the yelling of her mother and something breaking. She made her way to the stairs to see two men she didn’t know throw her mother to the ground. One took out a gun with a silence and in horror, MJ saw them shoot her mother. She screamed at them as the one with the gun looked up and pointed his weapon, his partner knocked the gun out of the way just in time as MJ felt something just missing her head. She ran back to her room and slammed the door shut. “Peter help me! They shot her! They shot my mother!” She screamed into her phone as she tried to push the desk against her door. The door was kicked open as she dropped her cell phone and screamed, a man came at her and tried to grab her. She kicked him between the legs causing him to fall to his knees. She tried to get to her window but the other man grabbed her, she screamed out hoping someone would hear her. She was thrown onto the bed as she tried to crawl away. The other man grabbed her as she tried to fight him off. “Get clear!” the one behind her yelled out to his partner. He took out a tazer and japed it into her leg. MJ felt an explosion of pain enter her body as every muscle contracted. She could only moan out in pain, and then it finally stopped as she went limp. She was in too much pain to move and tried to move. But the men were professionals, they tied her wrists behind her back, one of them gagged her as a black hood was placed over her head. Her ankles were tied as she felt one of them lift her. She felt tears in both pain and knowing that her mother might be dead. She prayed that Peter would find her, he was the only hope she had. -Parker House- Gwen at this moment was in her room just finishing her homework, ever since started to live here she had tried to be a better student. If only it was because it was May’s rule but she didn’t mind. May was pretty cool and honestly she could tell the older woman cared. Plus Peter sure helped out, that is when they could concentrate on homework. She sighed, she was feeling a bit sore from yesterday. She needed a break and hopefully Peter would stop off at MJ’s. She stretched out, maybe she could get in some TV time now. There was a small one in the attic and she could shower after and get to bed. So with her mind made up she left her room and made it to the hallway before a sound of the front door being kicked in was heard. She whipped her head around and went to the stairs. She heard shouting and yelling and as soon as she got to the stairs she saw May fighting off some men. “May!” She called out wanting to go down. “Go, run!” May called out as she was actually able to struggle with the man. She kicked him in the groin and he went down easily enough. May saw the weapon he had dropped and picked it up. She hated guns but now wasn’t the time for that. She looked up to point it but stopped, she felt a pain in her chest and looked down surprised. There was a large three pointed weapon in her chest. She heard Gwen scream but couldn’t really think, May saw a young woman in all black walking forward with a matching weapon in her hand. May tried to speak but couldn’t as she hit the floor, her last thoughts were for Gwen to get away. Gwen screamed in outrage and pain at seeing the kind woman that had taken her in go down. She wanted to kill them all for this, once again someone that she loved like family was taken from her. Her father hadn’t been bad enough now they took May away. She ran though, she wished she could get to the basement, her father’s gun was still there when she had threatened Peter. But now wasn’t the time, she had to get out. There was a window in the attic, she could get to the roof and get down that way. Why where they here? Why did they kill May, were they going to kill her too? Electra saw the blonde girl run and quickly went after her. She felt a small pang of guilt for killing the old woman but there had been no choice. She had gotten the weapon that fool had dropped, she would kill him later for his incompetence. She girl was quick, but Electra was quicker. She saw the girl going for a ladder, they needed her alive. Her and the other girl would be the leverage against Spider-Man. With careful aim she threw her remaining sai, it sailed through the air, the blunt handle finding its mark at the back of the girl’s head. Gwen felt an explosion go off in her mind as her body collapsed liked a rag doll. She struggled to get up but her body wasn’t working just right. She felt someone pick her up and saw the dark haired woman that had killed May. She wanted to scratch the woman’s eyes out and would have, if she wasn’t slammed into the wall and then a right hook hit her face. Her head snapped to the side as she fell unconscious. Electra picked up her weapon and then the girl as she carried her downstairs, without a word she handed the girl over to the men to take into the car out front. She was disappointed that Spider-Man wasn’t here. She had been looking forward to a fight with him but she had other plans. If he wasn’t here then she would leave the message. She pulled out a Spider-Man mask and placed it on her weapon that was still in the old woman. She then placed the recorder with the message from the Kingpin for him to listen to when he got back. They had to be quick, they didn’t want the neighbors to get suspicious. They would close the door, at night it would look closed unless you got right up to it. -Later that night- Peter rushed home, the fear gripping his heart was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had gone to MJ’s place as fast as he could. He hadn’t gotten there fast enough, he knew he wouldn’t have he had hoped that maybe she had gotten away. When he got there, there was no sign of whoever had done it. In fact the police were already there, apparently someone had fired a gun and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. Peter had seen the stretcher with the body bag being carried out and for a moment he had been so scared it had been MJ in there. Peter overheard that the daughter was still missing, so she was still possibly alive. That much was the only thing that Peter could take any security in, but the thought of why someone had gone after MJ filled his mind. There was only one real reason someone would target her, and he was the reason. It wasn’t much of a stretch that if they targeted MJ, she wouldn’t be the only one to be in danger. So Peter ran as fast as he could to get home, it wasn’t too far but it seemed like forever by the time he got to his block.  As soon as he got to the front door her knew something was wrong. He could see the damage of someone forcing the door open. He quickly opened the door, if there was trouble he would feel it coming and he was too scared to be safe. As soon as he burst through the door he paused as the horror hit him. Laying there on the ground was the body of his aunt, the only living relative he had left in the world, no longer living. Peter slowly moved forward, prying that this was not happening again. He couldn’t lose her too, he just couldn’t. He dropped to his knees as he felt the bile trying to exit his stomach. He saw the weapon in her chest with the copy of his red and blue mask there. He knew what the message was, this was because of him being Spider-Man. Then he noticed the small recorder. With a shaking hand he took it and turned it on. “Greetings young Parker,” the familiar voice of the Kingpin was heard through the device. “Yes, I’ve found out who you were. It took time but thankfully I knew you were still very young, it was only a matter of time to check every student in the high schools in the area. A lot of time and money went into this but eventually I found you.” “By this time I bet you’ll noticed that both those young girls of yours are gone.” Peter’s head snapped up as he noticed Gwen wasn’t in the room. “Both are still alive, for now.” The man’s voice continued. “But not for long, and they will suffer before they die. You see, you’ve caused me so much trouble in my life, more so than anyone. I have never been so enraged by someone than you, you should be honored about that. I bet you celebrated when I had to leave the country, and how you’re taking out my businesses, even stealing from those places.” “I admit that’s not normally like you, but since you are with that Black Cat woman, I bet it was her idea. Another person that I will deal with when I find her, I have special plans for that one. Together you two have cost me so much, more than either of you two will ever know. So I’m going to take everything from you both. All those close to you will suffer and die, after that, I’ll give your real identity up for all the world to see.” “I think it only fair, after all, you showed who I was to the world. But I want to know you suffering before then, soon there will be no place for you to hide. Then, when you’re alone, broken and beaten, then I will find you and put you out of your misery. I will take your head and have it mounted, I will ensure that no one will ever get in my way again!” “So goodbye Mr. Parker, and...I’ll be seeing you later.” The device clicked off and in pure furry Peter threw the device against the wall. He felt the tears falling as his body shook in sobs. This wasn’t supposed to happen, the crazies were supposed to come after him not his loved ones. ~We must no stay~ the suit sent to him as Peter took a moment to focus. ~The place might be watched. Leave, regroup, fight back~ The suit had a point, Peter needed to get ready. Gwen and MJ were still alive for the moment, he had to find them, he had to rescue them. He didn’t care what happened to himself but they needed to be saved. But first, Peter had something to take care of, he took the mask he knew the police would have to be called. He couldn’t be here for it but he would call them soon. He knelt down and held her hand. “I am so sorry...I never wanted any of this to happen. It seems that everyone close to me gets hurt, I don’t know what I’m going to do, but for right now...I’m going to save the others. Then...I don’t know. But Aunt May, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry this had to happen. I just wanted to do the right thing, I never wanted any of this to happen. I just hope, you can forgive me.” Peter stood up and got ready to leave. He gathered a few things he might need, he doubted that he would ever see this place again. He left the house as he thought about how to find the girls, and if he could he knew that the Kingpin would have them guarded. He needed help, he needed allies, and this time there would be no mercy. Kingpin made this personal, Peter vowed that he wouldn’t lose another person because of crime and sure as hell not him. Next up Chapter 20: Gathering

Chapter 15 - Chapter 14: Curiosity and the Cat

  Spider-Man Dark Urges   chapter 14: Curiosity and the Cat   Peter decided to bring the Black Cat to his apartment, he figured it would be the best place to talk things out with her and he had a few things set up. He had a computer and a few other things when he got the place and it sure was helpful with his work. Now it seemed it had one more use, meeting people like Black Cat. They entered through the French doors that led from a small balcony. It wasn’t like they could just walk through the front door with her, as he doubted she had a change of clothing on her. Once again Peter was thankful he made that deal for this place, it was having all sorts of uses.   Felecia looked around a bit surprised at the place, she was wondering how a kid his age could afford a place like this. Then again, what did she really know about him other than his age and his real face? Nothing really, maybe he was the son of some rich absent parents or something. At any rate the place wasn’t too bad, spacious and plenty of room. She pulled out the disk where she had all the information on Kingpin that she had found.   “So Spidey, got a computer for me to download this onto?” She asked him trying to make nice.   “Yeah in that room over there, you want anything to drink or eat or something?” Peter asked not sure what to say at a moment like this.   “If you got a coffee that would be nice, two cream in it.” She told him looking into the room he pointed to. The place looked like some kind of modified workshop. There was a bench with all kinds of stuff, some pieces looked like a wrist device. Spare costume pieces were on another with a working sewing kit, she smirked at that wondering when he learned that skill. Although what she didn’t know was that MJ used that to help make repairs to his old costumes although Peter hadn’t needed to wear one since he got the suit. MJ just kept the old suits in shape just in case they were ever needed.   Felecia found the computer and turned it on, thankfully it wasn’t locked out and so she went to download all the data she had.   Peter did have a coffee machine, all those late nights he needed it. As he went to make both of them a cup he opened the fridge for the milk but stopped. He saw the small container he kept in there, it was filled with samples of his blood and semen for Doctor Connors. An idea hit him as he reached in an opened it up. He took a vile of his semen and smirked under the suit’s mask. He knew the effects this had on people, especially females. Once the coffee was done he poured a cup for her and poured the contents of the vile into it. He stirred it around for good measure.   It would be interesting to see the effects on someone, he was already making mental notes on her average age, height and weight or at least his best guess. He wanted to see what effect a slightly diluted sample mixed in with a drink will have on someone. He walked in and handed her the coffee which she took without question.   Felecia took a drink, she needed a pick me up after everything. From the first taste she could tell this wasn’t some bland coffee. There was obviously something in it but it wasn’t bad, she couldn’t place it but she felt a bit warmer and a bit more alert. Whatever it was she started to drink more of it. She watched the files as she took Spider-Man through everything she had, drinking her coffee the entire time without even thinking about it. By the end of it all she had finished her coffee and she did feel more energetic and alert but also warm. Too warm to be honest, she felt hot in her black leather suit, not only that but she started to feel a certain itch forming between her legs.   She tried to ignore the growing sensation all throughout her little presentation on the Kingpin’s holdings in New York. All the while it got harder and harder to ignore, the heat had been slowly building up and she had tried to move her thighs and rub them together to try and get rid of it. But that only made it worse, it was like her skin was slightly more sensitive. She found it harder and harder to concentrate as she told him everything.   Peter had to admit that she had gotten a lot of good information, he would look through it in more detail later. What really got his attention was on Black Cat’s physical responses. She was breathing a little harder now, there was a slightly flushed color on her cleavage, he couldn’t see her eyes, but from the way she was squirming now and then he had an idea she was getting hornier by the minute. He also tried to experiment with placing a hand on her shoulder while he pointed at something on the screen with the other hand. The hand that touched her always got a response out of her body, a slight shiver or she seemed to breath even more heavier than before.   Looking down he could see that her nipples were hard enough to slightly poke the leather out a bit on her costume. Truth was, watching her getting all hot was making him hot, already he could feel an erection from all the waiting but he wanted to enjoy this. Now he figured was time to act as he placed his hands on her shoulders.   “Is something wrong?” Peter asked her looking down at her sitting form. “You look a little flushed.”   “I-I’m fine,” she told him although truth was she wasn’t. She couldn’t understand what was going on with her.   “Oh, well how about now?” Peter reached down and did something he had been wanting to do since he first met her. He reached down and grabbed her breasts and they were natural and amazing.   “What the fuck!?” She yelled at him but he was holding her in a way that prevented her from slipping out of the chair. Although the feel of his hands did feel good for her body, this was still a kid to her. “Get your hands off of me!”   “Oh and why is that?” Peter asked holding her close as his hands with all the experience he had gained moved over her body. “I can feel your nipples starting to poke out of the suit.” He said into her ear.   She knew he was telling the truth, she could feel her body getting excited but why the hell was she? So she hadn’t had any time to get laid in a long time, so what. She tried to fight off the urges of her body cursing what was going on in her mind.   “I know you’re pretty horny,” he told her as his hands went to work. “Trust me I know, I have a lot of experience with women.”   “I doubt that,” she told him angrily.   “How about I prove it?” He reached down and cupped her pussy making her gasp as her hands went to stop him. “Come on, you’re horny and so am I, tell you what. If you let me fuck you, then I’ll help you with all of this. Simple as that, one night is all I ask. Is that too much to take the Fat Man down?”   ‘Damn him,’ she cursed in her mind. The truth was that she would do anything to bring down that man, although it did make her feel a little sick inside, she would go that far. Well her body was hot and she needed release, but god help her.   “Fine but just one night you little bastard,” she told him as she finally managed to get out of his grasp. She couldn’t believe she would do this but she would do anything for her goals. She just wanted to get this over with quickly. So they went into the bed room to get things out of the way.   She had to admit the bed was nice but she just hoped she could keep her stomach down. Still, her body really needed this so maybe she could at least get some of that taken care of. Although she wasn’t holding out hope that he would be able to satisfy her needs.   Felecia straddled Peter as she sat on his lap, he pulled open her top as she slipped her arms out of it leaving her bare chested to him. She marvelled at how the mask he has on slowly pulled away from his entire face as it seemed to melt into the rest of his costume.   “How the hell...” Black Cat wondered as she felt his costume with her bare hands. If certainly didn’t feel like any clothing, in fact she swore she could feel slight movements under her fingers.   “The suit is special,” Peter said as he pulled off her mask and fake wig, leaving the beautiful woman’s face with short dark hair there. He smirked as he kissed her neck, hearing her moan as she ground her hips against his crotch. He could feel the outline of her cunt against his penis, her black leather suit was skin tight so he could almost feel it through the material.   He kissed his way down to her large breasts, he placed his mouth onto one of the nipples as he started to suck on it. It was smaller than he thought it would be but still, her breasts were full, supple and even better than Silver Sable’s.   By this time she was starting to get into it, despite herself. She just imagined it was someone else and not some teenager she was screwing. She couldn’t believe she was doing this but the kid did seem to have some talents after all. Her body was getting warmer and more railed up as he continued to pleasure her body.   ‘Maybe this won’t be all bad at least,’ she told herself.   “I think it’s time to get you out of the rest of that,” Peter told her as she smirked and got up. She slowly began to strip off the rest of her suit. He saw that she kept a slim patch of dark hair over her pussy. When she was done and he had admired the view he pulled her towards him.   Peter grabbed her and placed her over his knees as a suitable punishment entered into his mind.   “W-What are you doing?!” Felicia asked, she soon found out when his hand slapped her ass hard. She cried out in shock and pain as the sting of his blow was heard in the room.   “I think you deserve a little punishment for a few things first,” Peter told her as he slapped her ass again. He heard her shout out again and he kept on spanking her. She had such a fine ass that he just had to do this. To his surprise he saw that her pussy was actually getting a little wet from it. Apparently she was getting off on this. He kept it up until her ass was getting red and then flipped her onto her back onto the bed.   He crawled over on top of her as he placed a hand on her pussy rubbing making her moan. “Well looks like you enjoyed that.”   “Brat,” She said to him.   He didn’t like that as he spread her legs and she saw the suit seemingly to melt away into her skin. She was about to comment on that when Peter shoved himself into her. She gasped as she hadn’t been ready for that.   “Hey there, calm down,” she said as he started to fuck her.   “Then don’t call me a brat,” Peter grunted as he thrust into her body. Her pussy was amazing, even as an older woman she felt as tight as Gwen and MJ. Maybe she was naturally like that or she just didn’t get much sex. He wasn’t sure but he was enjoying it at any rate and from the sounds she was making she was enjoying it too.   Felecia couldn’t understand why she was doing this but she really wanted to know why it felt so good. He was obviously a very nice size and he did seem to know a way around a woman’s body. He moved his hips just the right way that it was exploring her insides. Then she gave a particular loud moan as he hit her g-spot, then he kept on hitting it.   “Holly fuck where did you learn that shit?” She yelled out as she thrust back at him.   “Experience with my girlfriends,” Peter smiled as he kissed her neck.   “How many did you possible have, oh fuck that feels so good,” she moaned into his ear as she nibbled on his ear lobe.   “Depends on how you look at it, two for sure, two more have been one time things but if we meet again I’m sure they’ll go for another round.” Peter said as he sped up feeling the familiar feeling of getting closer and closer to his climax. Thankfully he knew that he didn’t have to get her off, she would as soon as the chemicals in his cum hit her body from the inside.   What she didn’t know what that he meant currently, she was thinking that he was talking about past experiences. She moaned out more and more as their thrusts got faster and harder. It was obvious that he could fuck her harder than any lover she had ever had, the tip of his cock was kissing her cervix every time that it was filling her up totally when he was totally inside of her. She felt him thrust faster and faster until he groaned out loudly and she felt him ejaculate.   For some reason she felt her own sexual explosion as she held him close.   “Oh shit...fuck get out now,” she said weakly as her mind was getting back to normal. “Come on I’m not on any birth control.”   She couldn’t believe that she let him cum inside of her, what the hell was wrong with her? How long had it been since her last cycle? She couldn’t remember as she felt his warm cum inside of her fearing what it could be doing inside of her.   “Oh don’t worry, I’ve been screwing my girlfriends for awhile now like this and nothing,” he told her.   “Wait you have two girlfriends as in right now?”   “Yep,” he grinned.   “Damn...so you’re sure about this?” she asked him still worried.   “Definitely .”   “Fuck you better be right about this, not like I got a damn choice now,” she sighed as she noticed something else. “Are you still hard?” She could feel him inside and he hadn’t even gone soft on her.   “Nope, time for round two,” Peter said as he started up again to her surprise.   After a few more rounds Peter caught his breath as he laid against her bare back. They had just done it doggystyle and they were taking a small break. She was breathing hard like she had just run a mile. But he wasn’t done yet, she still deserved a bit more punishment. He pulled out of her cunt, which was already leaking from her juices and the large amount he had to have put into her by now. Peter already estimated that his ejaculation had increased in volume for some reason lately. Just another change he had been observing. He took her red ass and pulled her checks apart as he got ready for the next part.   Felicia was still a little dazed from her last orgasm, she had no idea a boy could give her such a thrill. Maybe she had been wrong to dismiss him because of his age, hell she had just had great sex with him but for some reasons she couldn’t understand why this all started. She let him do things to her she had never let any man do. She was usually the dominant one in bed, but she had totally been submissive to him eventually. She just couldn’t understand it, she moaned when he pulled out hoping for a breather. Then she felt what he was doing to her ass and she got scared.   “W-Wait you’re not doing what I think you’re doing are you!?” She yelled out.   “I think so.” Peter smirked.   Felicia started to move but he held her down, she was still weak from her orgasms and his super strength wasn’t helping her out. “I’ve never done it there! Please don’t do this, I’ll suck your cock again, titty fuck, hell you can spank me again but I don’t do anal!”   “You do now,” Peter grinned as he shoved it in slowly.   “AWWWWWW-GOD IT HURTS, STOP IT!” Felicia then screamed as he thrust it into her. It felt like her insides were being pushed into her throat. Peter got about halfway in before stopping, he didn’t want to hurt her permanently so he waited for her body to adjust. He felt her body shake and a small sob, he figured she was trying not to cry from the pain. He had given her pleasure but her punishment was still to come.   “I told you, that I would punish you for being a total tease to me. Just relax, trust me by the end you’ll feel good and if you want I’ll give you a few more orgasms after I break in your ass,” Peter said to her. “Now, I’m going to push it in more so don’t tense up it will only hurt more.”   Although if he did cause some bleeding it would actually help her more, he knew the effect his altered sperm had on the female body. If it got into her blood stream the effect would be even more potent. It would numb any pain as her body would get more sensitive all over, not to mention orgasm on contact. Plus she had on hell of a tight ass, he could help himself he just felt the need to hammer into it. It was like his base instincts were taking over as he slammed himself all the way into her.   Felecia bit the pillow as she screamed in pain, she tried to struggle but the boy was too strong for her. She felt him pull out as she slammed back into her making her grunt out in pain again and again as he started to thrust repeatedly. She tried to move away but he grabbed her hips and forced her body to go with him. She then tried to swing a punch but he grabbed it and forced it behind her back as he basically started to rape her ass. She couldn’t believe how much it hurt, she could only grunt in pain with each thrust into her as she went nearly limp in his hold.   Peter couldn’t believe how good this felt, he no longer cared about her only about his own pleasure. He felt her ass grip him as tight as the Gwen and MJ’s. It was still thrilling that he was breaking her ass in for the first time a woman of this age, it felt great for some reason. A small part of his mind knew that before the suit he would never do anything like this. It was just another small change that had slowly been adding to his personality. He took the one hand on her hip and grabbed her shoulder as he forced her back into him making her cry out in shock and pain. He picked up speed as he was nearing blowing his load into her.   Felecia felt him speed up and although it hurt more, she was thankful that it was finally going to be over with. He thrust faster and then with several deep thrusts he finally came, to her surprised she gasped at the sensation. If she could see her face it would be a mix of pain, confusion and pleasure. It didn’t make sense, she was feeling nothing but pain so how, how did she just orgasm!? She panted as she felt the pain in her ass slowly going away, like it was just melting away from her body as a pleasurable sensation was slowly takings its place.     After that she didn’t care anymore, she let him fuck her over and over again. Any way he wanted, any how he wanted. He gave her a small break as he went to the bathroom. After cleaning his cock after where it had been he came back to her. He got behind her as he pulled her ass up and buried himself against into her pussy, it was dripping wet from the mixture of their juices but she was still tight. He lost himself as he fucked her like that. At first she felt like she shouldn’t let him, but soon the pleasure was rising up and she just couldn’t resist. She lay there enjoying it as he fucked her senseless. She managed to grip the sheets of the bed as she started to make little moaning sounds.   When he blasted another stream of cum into her body she stiffened as her body responded to it. After that she needed a moment to collect her thoughts.   She was resting on her stomach as he rolled her over and watched her naked athletic body. The way her breasts were raising and falling with her breathing. It was an erotic sight that got him hard again. He gently sat on her chest as he used her breasts in a titty fuck, he hadn’t had been able to do this since Silver Sable. Sure the other girls were good sizes but nothing like this, the breasts he was using now were amazing.   Felecia smiled as without a word she grabbed her breasts and helped him, the soreness she was feeling was starting to finally leave her. She knew it was odd how fast her body seemed to be recovering but she didn’t care. When Peter’s cum blasted onto her skin and face the warm feeling felt nice.   “I think I need a cleaning,” Felecia smirked at him.   “Me first,” Peter said as his cock got to her mouth, she opened it as she took it in.   For the rest of the night Peter used her any way he wanted and she didn’t complain again after that.   -NYU- Gwen Stacy was taking a nice long shower in Eddie’s room, she felt the water run over her young slender body as her hands slowly worked the soap over it. Eddie had left for a class that he needed to take so she could let herself out. His door locked like all the dorm doors did when closed automatically, so there was no need to worry about locking his door behind her. She needed a shower since she had worked up a lot of sweat. She defiantly felt a lot more sated that her sexual urges had been satisfied, sure it hadn’t been as good as Peter, but it had still been good. Eddie liked to be rough and she liked it like that.   Looking around she saw that the room was empty, drying off herself she walked over nude to his computer. It was kind of thrilling to walk around naked knowing that someone could see her through the window. Kind of titillating actually, too bad with Aunt May around she couldn’t do that at home, maybe when she was at Peter’s secret place she could. Of course that might cause Peter to ravish her at first sight, okay that was a plus for her.   But now it was time for business, she found that Eddie didn’t lock up his computer, something he really should have done thinking his room was safe. After getting it on while sitting on the tower she had placed on the chair, she looked for anything related to the work on the suit. She wasn’t as good at this techno stuff as Peter was but she knew enough. Soon enough after looking through the files for twenty minutes she found what she was looking for.   Apparently Eddie was smart enough to not label the file what it really was, she found it under a file marked ‘Home Work’ but this was anything but home work. She copied all the files as she pulled up the e-mail and attached them. Sending everything to Peter’s address this would make sure that he would know exactly how far Eddie was with the suit. This was all kind of fun, she felt like a female spy in a film at the moment. She used her feminine ways to seduce the target and get the information. Sure Eddie was a nice guy but Peter came first and she would do anything for him.   She paused for a minute thinking about that, when did she start to think like that? Sure Peter was a great guy and she did like him from before. But ever since ‘that night’ in her room, things had slowly been changing. She allowed him to fuck her at any time, anyway without protection even, and although she had never had sex before Peter, it shouldn’t have been that good every time. Then what happened next? She helps him to rape another girl that he had loved, and not only that she had participated. She had basically raped another girl and instead of feeling sham and self loathing like she knew she should. She actually felt turned on remembering that night with MJ.   Hell, normally MJ should hate her and Peter for what they did but she was now ‘one of them’ in a way. Here she was fucking a boy, and another girl. Even that night with that Sable woman had been something she wouldn’t have done normally. But now she looked back on it as just a good time. Slowly over time she, MJ and maybe even Sable had been changing along with Peter? Peter did say that his body was being altered by the suit to produce a lot of chemicals, which explained the ‘high’ she got from sex and her increased sexual appetites, but was there more to it?   She had just had sex with another man and she had not only enjoyed it, she wanted to try it again. She still loved Peter and wanted him but she was getting more open to different sexual situations. At any rate it was something she might have to talk with MJ about next time she saw her, to confirm with the red head.     Next up Chapter 15: Internet sensation

Chapter 19 - Chapter 18: Kingpin's return

  Spider-Man Dark Urges   Chapter 18: Kingpin’s return   Wilson Fisk looked out of the blackened limo as he was driven in New York city. He had arrived in secret just this night and he was going to one of his more secure holdings. With the warrant for his arrest still out he needed to be careful but this was too good an opportunity to just let others handle things. For weeks he had his men staking out high schools with the hopes of finding Spider-Man.   Ever since that annoying boy teamed up with Black Cat and had been hitting all of his businesses in New York, he couldn’t let him get away with it anymore. There were already rumors in New York about his power slipping and others were getting ideas on taking over the city themselves. Weakness was a sure way for others to rise up against you and he needed to show that he was still in control and in power. So he would find this Spider-Man, kill him, all those that he cared for and put his head on a spike for the world to see.   Finally his men had found him, he told them to look for a boy around 15 to 17, slim build, brown hair and white. It took time and they sent him hundreds of photos to his place in the Caribbean, then finally he had found the picture he recognized. When they first met he should have killed the boy instead of just taking off his mask. Now he was going to correct that mistake, the photo had him with a blonde and red head his own age. He told his people to follow the boy and find out everything they could.   Now he had a name, Peter Parker. Turns out his parents were dead, so was his uncle, lived with his aunt who he help to support, took in that blond girl. Gwen Stacy whose father was a police officer killed in the line of duty. The other girl was named Mary Jane Watson, lived with just a mother, apparently the parents were going through a separation of some kind. His men also mentioned that they had seen the boy over at the red head’s a lot sometimes with the blonde. So all three were close and most likely knew the boy’s secret.   At any rate he knew who Spider-Man was, where he lived, his only living relatives, two that were close to him. He was going to enjoy this and he would make sure that they got what they needed.   The woman sitting across from him was silent as ever as he looked over at the Greek woman.   “I want you to handle this personally Electra,” He told her. “I want you to go there with some of my men, get the two girls in case he’s not there. If he’s not I want a message to be left, we’ll use them to find out where he might go but as for anyone else, no witnesses. Besides after that coma I bet you’re going to welcome some work.”   She nodded her head understanding his orders. She had woken up from her coma only two weeks ago, her body wasn’t up to what it used to be from so long of inactivity. Still some part of her told her that this was wrong, but she had stopped listening to that part as long as she had started to work for the Kingpin. She had done things like this and worse in her life for him.   Fisk sat back as he thought about what was going to happen soon Spider-Man would know pain. He would find those close to him dead and gone. He would be worried for those missing and he would be right in worrying, Fisk had people that would get any information out of anyone given enough time.   -Elsewhere in New York-   Peter looked around the place, he was currently in the rafters of some kind of warehouse. The place was alive with activity though. For the past few months he and Black Cat had been hitting all of the Kingpin’s places and after shutting them down, they would take any and all information they could get on other places as well as her stealing anything of importance. Normally he would be against stealing but this was the Kingpin’s money and they could put it to better use.   He was thankful he went with the black and white style of outfit he hid in the shadows a lot better this way. Looking to his right he saw Felicia on the other side of the building. Looking down he saw rows and rows of tables with tools and items, most notably the white powder that was most likely cocaine or something similar. He was looking forward to shutting this place down.   “What do you think?” Black Cat asked him looking around. “I think I can handle the ones in the floor.” Peter said looking around below him.   “I can take the boss in that office over there,” She pointed to a small office across the area. It was just two walls built into the side of the building with no ceiling on it. “I can take out a few other there when you start things. Plus I can look around the office and see what they have lying around.”   “Sounds good to me.” Peter grinned.   Black Cat kissed his cheek and smirked at him, “Let’s do this.”   Spider-Man grinned under his mask as he went to work. He was right over a few men that were loading some boxes, they were his first target. He fired his webbing and grabbed two of them and pulled them up. They yelled out which got everyone’s attention as he left them hanging off the ground. Peter jumped down to take out the final man of the group.   By this time others were moving for weapons, normally Peter would be worried but with the suit he didn’t have to anymore. He found out the hard way that bullets although stung when they hit, the suit would just absorb most of the force of the bullets. So he quickly started to attack the mobsters. He saw Black Cat going for the office but he had work to do. With the suit enhancing his physical abilities this kind of fight went by a lot quicker.   A punch to the face would knock someone out easily enough with his normal strength, his kicks would sent people flying. With his new faster reflexes and speed, he moved through them easily.   Some guy came at him with an uzi spraying the area with bullets, it was damn stupid too as Peter had to make sure no one else got hit. It was times like this that he sometimes hated being a good guy, trying to keep idiots like this from killing each other by accident. “Hey you want you be careful where you shoot that thing? I don’t think you’re buddies will enjoy the new holes you might give them.”   “Fuck you bug!”   “Oh real mature and spiders aren’t bugs, oh screw it, no one listens to that anyway,” Peter managed to fire his webbing to the webbing and pulled it out of the man’s hand. “If you can’t play nice with your toys then I’m going to take them away.”   Spider-Man followed it up by kicking the man in the chest slamming him into a wall, he quickly webbed him up to the wall and went on to the next guy. There weren’t that many people from the start, although when you got into a fight like this, time was a funny thing. It could seem like forever or like a few seconds. You really couldn’t tell how long you were in a fight sometimes. He was sure that it was only a few minutes but it had all just been so fast. Looking around he couldn’t see anyone else that wasn’t a threat and his spider sense wasn’t going off either.   “Well looks like my fun is over, time to see what Cat is up to.” Peter mused to himself.   Peter made his way to the office as he noticed a few men were already down, he webbed them up to make sure they couldn’t get away when they regained consciousness. Looking around the simple office he saw what he assumed was the leader, tied up with his own tie as a gag. He saw Black Cat bending over slightly as she was working on cracking a large safe. He took a moment to enjoy the view of her perfect ass as she worked.   “You know I could just rip the door off that thing.” Peter offered.   She actually turned to glare at him, “This is my thing and if you even think of doing that I’ll take the girls on vacation on summer break and not take you with us.”   It was pretty much an empty threat but Peter had to admit that the thought of all three gone would be hard. With his enhanced needs thanks to his suit and the need for sex it had, he wasn’t sure he would last a week before looking for women to ravage.  The really sick thing was that he wouldn’t feel as bad about it normally, one of the side effects of this suit he was finding was his morals lessening. At least with certain things, he was glad to know that he felt that there were still lines he wouldn’t cross but it was a worry for him that if it was only time or until something to happen to push him over those lines.   “Got it!” Black Cat was always happiest when she was using her thief skills well that or a good fuck that is. She pulled out several stacks of money, either from sales of the drugs or for buying more to sell. Either way they wouldn’t be using it. Felicia looked through some files, just flipping through them looking for anything interesting. She was looking for suppliers, dealers or other locations. But a lot of it either didn’t make much sense as it was most likely in a code or it was just junk information.   Peter was already looking through a laptop, the security was a joke just a simple off the shelf product. It would stop someone normal but Peter knew computers and how to get around them. Once he got around the security he pulled a flash drive and downloaded the contents, he would go over it later just in case. Peter turned to the tied up man giving him angry looks.   “Well looks like you’re about to have a really bad day. Hope you got a good lawyer when the cops show up. In fact,” Peter started to look through the man’s jacket and pulled out a cell phone. “Cool, thanks for giving me a way to make a phone call.”   After grabbing all the cash and anything they found useful they got to the top of a building across the street as Peter started to make some calls. First he called a few news stations, and reporters. Having done work for the Bugle did have a few upsides as he learned all kinds of contact numbers. Next up was the cops. It was a system that he and Felicia worked out, take a cell phone from the criminals to use to make the calls. The reporters were sent in first mainly because neither of them knew just how much influence the Kingpin still had in New York. There was no way to tell if the cops were okay or if they were on the take, so with the reporters first no one could cover anything up.   When they saw the cars and vans pull up with the sirens in the distance it was time to go.   -Peter’s Place- Currently Felicia was in the shower as Peter was counting the money that she had grabbed. It was turning out to be a lot and he could only imagine how much this would hurt not only was the money gone but they lost the drugs when the cops took it. He grinned as he continued to count the stacks of money, this was certainly a better way of fighting crime.   He noticed that the shower stopped and it wasn’t long until Felicia came walking in, with a towel drying off her short dark hair and nothing else. His eyes couldn’t help but look over her wet naked body, the way her fair skin glistened slightly with it still being wet, how her stacked breasts bounced with every movement slightly and the curves of her body.   He felt a stirring in his loins and also his costume’s urging for some sex. He got the feeling she came out like this for just this purpose but he needed to learn some self control.   “So what’s the profit this time?” She said leaning behind him looking over his shoulder.   “About ten grand so far,” Peter said trying to ignore the feel of her naked skin against him. The suit allowed him to feel like it was skin to skin contact and right now he was having trouble on concentrating on anything but her.   She moaned into his ear, “That’s a very sexy number, in fact I feel like celebrating,” her hand that was rubbing his chest went down to his groin. “I think you might like to as well from the size of this bulge that’s growing here. I can help with that.”   Peter really didn’t have much of a choice, she was a very intoxicating sexy woman and with his increased sex drive he needed more release. He recalled the suit as he sat there totally naked as he pulled her around to him. They passionately kissed each other, she felt her pussy rubbing against his hardening member, she wanted to feel that thing deep inside but first she wanted to taste him. Kissing down his body she got to her knees as she took a hand and started to lightly stroke the base of his cock.   Peter groaned feeling her gentle touch he looked down as she smirked up at him, keeping eye contact she placed the head of his cock into her mouth, giving a slight moan around it as she started her blowjob.   Peter grabbed her head as he stared to fuck her mouth, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. She tried her best to keep up, although she was choking on his cock as he nearly raped her mouth. But she had given herself to him, body and soul. He was helping her with taking down the Kingpin’s operations and gave her the best sex of her life. If he wanted to fuck her in any way she was glad for it.   Peter’s hips nearly jumped off the chair as he heard her sucking and choking sounds as she tried to take him. He felt drool coming out of her mouth on his crotch but he wanted to try being the dominant in this. He saw a porno online like this and wanted to try it out. He grunted with the effort as she forced himself all the way in, feeling his dick hit her throat.   “Oh fuck yeah, I want you to take it all,” Peter groaned feeling her humming against his cock now. It was amazing what he was feeling. She was really good at this and it wasn’t long until he felt himself getting ready to finish. He held her head against his crotch as he groaned feeling himself empty down her throat.   She felt the warm semen going down her throat, normally she wouldn’t like it that much, but for some reason Peter’s cum tasted different. Plus when it hit her belly it always left her feeling warm and turned on. She gasped for air as she pulled off him when he finished. Licking her lips she started to clean off his cock, she wanted all of it. She grinned as he moaned, his dick slowly getting harder as she licked it all over.   Felicia stood up as she used a hand to spread her pussy lips, she was already wet for him as she placed herself over his erection. “Time for the main event Spider.” She purred as she gently eased herself onto him. Moaning as she felt him spread her insides, the warmth of his cock and the feel of his veins against her sensitive walls. She placed her hands on her breasts presenting them to Peter.   “Go on, suck them,” Black Cat told him.   Peter eagerly attacked her nipple on her right as she sighed in pleasure. Her hips slightly moving as she grinded against him feeling his mouth and tongue working on her nipple, she would hiss when he would bite it a bit. Then he would lick the hard nub and around it, sucking on it slightly then hard almost like he was trying to get milk out of it. He would alter what he did so keep her guessing. Then he would attack the other nipple and go back and forth.   Soon she was ridding him, his strong hands on her ass as he gripped it tightly.   “Slap my ass, give it a good one,” She breathed into his ear letting her large breasts rub up against him.   Peter slapped her hard making her cry out, he was sure not to hit too hard, as he could really hurt her if he did. But after some experience he had figured out the right amount of force for this. He continued to slap her well toned ass leaving red marks and her begging for more. Her nails would slightly scratch his shoulders making Peter hiss out. He thrust up into her harder and harder making her scream now as she started to ride him even harder.   “Oh fuck, fuck me, yes fuck me. Oh you feel so fucking hard in me Spider.” Felicia cried out feeling herself getting close to her orgasm.   “You ready for my cum yet?” Peter asked her although he knew that as soon as he did any woman would have no choice but to orgasm. It sure was an ego boost, he knew that without the enhanced sperm he would have had a problem with cumming too soon sometimes. Still, he did like to at least put in the effort to make it last.   Felicia was moaning loudly trying to get herself off on the hard member thrusting inside of her. She really went at it, rolling her hips, doing everything. She was fucking him like an animal as she lost herself in her lust.   “I’m cumming, oh fuck me I’m cumming!” she yelled out as she started to make quick thrusts down.   “Here I cum!” Peter grabbed her hips as he started to fire a load of cum into her body.   She bent backwards, her hands resting on Peter’s knees to balance herself as she cried out feeling her orgasm rocking her body. Peter couldn’t help but look at her sexy body, her breasts heaving with her deep breaths, her skin having a slight sheen of sweat on her athletic form. It was always an erotic sight as he grabbed her ass and stood up. She fell foreword holding on as he dropped her onto the bed.   “Again?” She asked him still getting down from her orgasm.   “Hey you know that ever since I got this suit I have needs,” Peter grinned as he started thrusting into her body. “Don’t worry I still have to give MJ and Gwen their time as well so just this once then I got to get back to them.”   Felicia laughed as he started to fuck her body, “Poor you, having to pleasure all these women.”   Truth was it wasn’t always easy, he had to take time to spend with each of them in order to make them not feel neglected and with his studies and Spider-Man it wasn’t easy. That was one of the reasons he took some of the money they got from Kingpin. Webbing was expensive and he needed to help his Aunt still. But he wasn’t thinking of that now, just fucking the beautiful woman under him and then the two hot teenage girlfriends later that night.   Next up Chapter 19: Attacked

Chapter 12 - Chapter 11: Seducing Shadowcat

Spider-Man: Dark Urges   Chapter 11: Seducing Shadowcat   The first thing Peter noticed was the feeling of being on a comfortable bed, it wasn’t his bed that was for sure. He slowly opened his eyes to see what was going on and a bright light was overhead. He blinked a few times, the last thing he remembered was fighting that mutant guy at the party, there had been an explosion and then he blacked out. He sat up too see that he was in a medical room of some kind and that he wasn’t alone. “Ah good you’re awake then,” Hank smiled at him. “I have to say we weren’t sure what to do as we couldn’t get that suit off of you.” “Uh yeah it’s kind of attached to me,” Peter told the man in front of him. “So if I remember right you’re one of those X-Men guys right?” Hank nodded, “Yes we were on our way to deal with a mutant and found you involved as well. You were injured and we felt you didn’t want to be left behind for the police to find you.” “Yeah that was good of you guys, thanks,” Peter told him sitting up but then something hit him. “Oh shit! How long have I been out?” Henry blinked at the question, “Well it’s been at least twelve hours.” “Damn it!” Peter almost literally jumped off the bed. “Oh man tell me you got a phone near here, I need to phone home and make up some kind of excuse to my family.” Henry knew what the boy was talking about, apparently the boy didn’t tell his family about his identity. Xavier had commented that he had tried to scan the boy’s mind but had encountered a piece of resistance. The suit that he was wearing apparently was a living organism of some kind. Xavier had never felt anything like it and had asked Hank to see if he could at least remove it. The X-Men had been worried that Spider-Man had been injured but the suit prevented them from checking it out. Jean had tried to use her powers to separate it but Hank had remembered the sounds of pain that came from Spider-Man so they had stopped. Hank did managed to scrap a few pieces off to study for later but at the moment that was being kept safe as Xavier had wanted to make sure that the suit was safe for Spider-Man. Hank was still fascinated by whatever it was that Spider-Man was wearing. As Hank led him to a phone he had tried to ask him what he could about the suit. He was impressed that Spider-Man was able to answer him in scientific terms that most wouldn’t even use. Although he did seem a bit evasive about going into too much detail, the thought of a symbiotic suit was truly an amazing. He left him alone to phone in private as he had to go inform Xavier that he was up. Peter however had no idea what to tell his Aunt, plus what could he tell her. At first he was going to phone home right away but decided to call up MJ first. She would be the most worried and he was right. He managed to catch her at home and boy was she worried sick about him. After calming her down he had told her what had happened and then asked her if she was okay. Other then worried sick about him she said she was fine. Peter was glad to hear that and asked her to relay it to Gwen too for him since he knew she was just as worried. MJ told him that she would take care of things and to hurry back. He said that he would be back as soon as they could arrange a trip back home. After that and a small meeting with Xavier he found that he was in fact stuck here for a couple of hours. Turns out that fancy jet they used needed to be looked at after and before take off when it wasn’t an emergency and it needed a refuel. They were also wondering on what to do with the mutant people had been fighting. Even though Xavier seemed like a nice guy Peter wished it wouldn’t take so long. So he ended up looking around the place. All in all it was a pretty cool place to live and work out of, it was like the playboy mansion except for all the beautiful women all over the place. ‘Damn I really shouldn’t have thought of that,’ Peter thought to himself. Now he couldn’t help but wonder at the kinds of things he could do at a place like that. All those beautiful women, and all he would need would be to slip a little of his personal ‘aphrodisiac’ into the drinks and he would never want to leave. But then again he was getting his own little harem built. “Hey there.” He turned to face the female voice and saw a cute brunette girl in a uniform that held a skit showing some nice legs. “Hey there.” She smiled at Peter in a way that he hadn’t seen many people, she looked genuinely interested in seeing him. “I’m Kitty also known as Shadowcat,” Kitty Pryde told him. “I heard you were around and I wanted to know if you wanted someone to show you around.” Peter smiled under his mask, “Yeah thanks, I swear you could get lost in this place.” Kitty laughed as she showed him around the place. He had to admit she was a nice girl to hang out with, she asked him all kinds of things and they seemed to have some similar tastes as well. Peter also noticed how everyone here seemed to have been paired up. He saw Jean with Scott being like couples do, then the ones Rogue and Iceman were watching a movie together with her resting her head on his shoulder. Then he noticed Logan of all people with Storm, who was way too young for him in his opinion. He began to wonder if Kitty was just a little lonely, all these couples and still single? He knew what that felt like before he and MJ hooked up for the first time. Eventually she showed him her room and boy was he surprised. It looked more like a museum to him, rather than someone’s room. He guessed she was a major fan by the looks of things. ‘So this is what it’s like being a rock star,’ Peter thought. ‘If she’s this into me then it shouldn’t be a problem to get some relief.’ “I...hope you don’t mind,” Kitty said to her room. “It’s fine with me,” Peter said to her. “Can I ask you a few questions?” Kitty asked him. “I mean there are a few things I’ve always wanted to know about you.” Peter chuckled, “Sure thing.” She asked him about his powers, and he told her the honest truth. She looked a bit disappointed that he wasn’t a mutant but she got over it. She asked about his suit, like why he changed it from the red and blue to the black and white. He wasn’t sure how to answer at first but he decided that she seemed like a good person to trust. So he told her that it was a man made suit, it could shift and reshape itself. She was very interested in that, which surprised him really. Peter expected her to be freaked out but instead she asked if she could touch it. He nodded and she ran her hands over the black material. He could feel the suit reacting to her touch, it could feel a new mate and now Peter felt the rising urge to have her. To fuck her and cum inside of her as many times as he could. “Wow,” Kitty said feeling it. “I can’t believe it’s actually alive in a way.” Peter smirked at how she was running her hand over his chest, “Feel something you like?” Kitty suddenly realized what she was doing and tried to jerk her hand back while blushing. Peter managed to catch her hand and moved a bit closer to her. “You know you look really cute when you blush.” “I-I-I...thanks?” Kitty felt giddy that Spider-Man of all people said she looked cute. “Can you keep a secret?” He whispered and she nodded her head. “I kind of like you.” Kitty felt her knees weaken, the man she admired most in the world said that he liked her. “T-Thanks, Spider-Man.” Kitty said and then she was surprised when the costume pulled back from his face. “Call me Peter,” He said and then he pressed the girl up against the wall of her room kissing her deeply his hands on her hips. Kitty was surprised by how much passion he was throwing into it, but this was something he had dreamed of. Ever since she saw him she had the biggest crush on Spider-Man and now here he was on her room and she knew his face and name. He was just as cute as she had hoped and he was an amazing kisser too. She couldn’t help but moan as he kissed her like no one had ever kissed her before. He was so commanding and in charge, she felt his tongue trailing her lips and she opened her mouth letting his tongue into her mouth. Kitty and Peter’s tongues wrestled with each other as her hands trailed over his body. Ever since Peter got the suit he noticed that his body had slowly been changing, mainly he had grew an inch and his muscles had increased slightly but mainly they were more defined. No one could really tell normally since his clothing was intentionally baggy to hide it but with the costume on it was like being naked. Kitty was enjoying this as her hands felt the hard as steel muscles; she couldn’t believe how his body felt through the costume. She knew it was alive but it felt more like skin in a way, she could literally feel the heat of Peter’s body. Then she noticed the costume shift under her fingers and slightly curled around them. She gasped and pulled out of the kiss seeing the suit with small tendrils slightly touching her fingers almost caressing them. Peter chuckled as he looked at it, “Looks like he likes you.” “He does?” Kitty said eyeing the suit as the tendrils became a bit larger and was making slow caressing movements over her hands. She was a bit freaked out that it was alive and it had feelings of its own but there was a secret that she had hid from everyone, afraid people would think her very strange. She felt him kissing her neck with his knee between her legs rubbing against her pussy. She couldn’t believe she was letting it go this far but the fact was she had laid awake at night fantasising about this moment. She had wanted him for a long time and here he was in her room doing all the things she had dreamed of him doing. A part of her wasn’t sure what to do but the more Peter was pleasuring her the more she wanted it to keep going. Besides he would most likely be leaving soon and when would she ever get a chance at this again? Then she thought about how everyone else was having sex but her and she felt how unfair it was. ‘To hell with it,’ Kitty said as she leaned in and kissed him hard. ‘I’ve been nearly killed, fight guys that would want to see me dead there is no way I’m dying a virgin and if I can have it with Spider-Man-with Peter- then that’s a great bonus.’ Peter was really getting turned on by this girl, she really seemed to have a thing for him and at the moment if he didn’t shoot a load off he was going to get a serious case of blue balls. But he didn’t want to rush it too much in case she changed her mind. Plus he might as well enjoy this, how many times do you get to sleep with an X-Man, or X-Woman in this case. His right hand went to her thigh stroking it, he heard her give out a pleasured sound and slowly starting moving on up. He got to her hip without incident and the grinding she was doing with her pussy against his knee was increasing. So he went to her hip and when she didn’t do anything he reached around and gently grabbed her ass. She moaned into his mouth in surprise and he felt her tense a bit but she soon got over it. She took off her gloves as her hands ran over his chest and body. Kitty couldn’t believe a boy was letting her do this normally she had a hard time in the boyfriend department. She had always been too shy to start things off or things just didn’t work out. But now her idol was in her room and she was going to give herself to him. The feel of his hands on her body was starting to make her all hot. Already she could feel herself getting wet from the grinding against her sex. The more it went on the more doubt left her about what she was doing. Soon she felt him cup her breasts and it felt really good. He wasn’t too hard and yet not too gentle either as he kneaded her breasts. Then she felt him unzip the front of her uniform, her breathing increased as she felt excited about this. One of his hands went to her bra covered breast as the other started to caress her thigh. She could feel herself getting wet now as her hips grinded against his hard on. She could feel Peter pulling up her skirt and now her panties were pressed up against a hard organ. And hard it was, and thick apparently. “How do I get this off?” She asked him since it was hardly any fair she was getting undressed. “You just have to ask,” Peter grinned as the suit literally seemed to melt away. There he was, totally naked, she drank in the sight of her hero totally naked. He had a very good body and she saw the first male dick in her life too. She wasn’t disappointed by it either. Peter cupped her sex suddenly making her gasp. He could feel the wet spot on her panties there and he grinned, she really was turned on at the moment. Kitty groaned feeling his hand starting to work on her sex, it seemed a little unfair he was doing all the work. She reached down with one hand and grasped his dick. She marvelled at how hard it was and yet the skin was so soft. She could feel the heat and the throbbing of it as well her hand ran over it. She heard him groan as he pressed himself up against her. “I don’t know how much more I can take,” Peter groaned into her ear. “Same here,” Kitty breathed. She felt him pull aside her panties and the head of the cock was now up against her pussy. She held her breath, she knew it would most likely hurt but she didn’t care anymore. She wanted this so badly, her body burned for his. He raised one of her legs for better access holding on to it and then he started to push it in. She gasped feeling it go past her sex and into her body, he paused for a bit when she felt him at her hymen. They shared a look and she nodded as she held onto to him. He pushed past it and Kitty whimpered feeling the stinging pain. She felt his body against hers and she held onto to him. Peter stayed still while her body got used to it. Then Peter lifted her up slightly, she groaned feeling his dick sliding along her inner walls. Peter had to admit the girl had a nice pussy, warm, tight and he got to break it in. He was gentle with her as he slowly started to fuck her against her own wall. He wanted to hammer into her but not just yet, first he would cum inside of her and it would lessen the pain she would feel, while also increasing her arousal. Eventually he heard her whimpers turn to moans and she even started to move her hips. Peter gripped her ass as she hooked her legs and arms around him. Kitty had her head resting on his shoulder making cute little sounds as he started to fuck her faster. Kitty moaned feeling him fuck her body. “Oh god Kitty you feel great,” Peter grunted out as he thrust in and out of her. “Oh Peter, please be gentle,” Kitty moaned out. “It still hurts.” “It will get better soon trust me,” Peter told her as he kissed her shoulder. He could feel himself getting near the end. He thrusts a bit faster as she whimpered a bit but he knew as soon as he came things could get a lot better. He kept thrusting faster and then he held her close as he groaned into her shoulder. “I’m going to cum now!” He told her. Suddenly Kitty remembered that he wasn’t using a condom, or that she was on any birth control. “W-wait! Don’t cum inside of-“ But it was too late to give her warning. Kitty felt the first shot of hot cum enter into her body and all thoughts of getting pregnant left her mind. The mind blowing orgasm from the chemicals in Peter’s cum saw to that. “Arrrrghh!” Kitty threw her head back as her whole body shook from the surprise. Kitty went limp in his arms as she had her first orgasm. He placed her onto her bed, as she got her second wind. He smirked as he took off her top and later her bra, he finally got a look at her bare breasts now. They were very nice, and had nice brown nipples on her as well. He bent down and started to lick and suck on them. Kitty’s back arched feeling him play with her nipples. She moaned as she gripped his head, running her fingers through his hair. “Oh god that feels great,” Kitty sighed out. Peter groped her other breast, she had a nice set on her. Not the best, so far that was reserved for Silver Sable but that was only because she was a full grown woman. But Kitty had some nice ones on her that was for sure. He kissed the valley between them and started to work his way down her body. Kitty would moan and squirm under him as he made his way to her sex. He could see a bit of cum and blood there on her lips. He sat up with his still erect penis there resting on her pussy. Kitty’s hips moved slightly as she felt it resting on her clitoris. “Want some more?” Peter asked her teasing her with his cock. “Please, more,” She moaned out, she spread her legs and he smirked down at her. He pushed himself into her body once more and this time it was different. It was more lubricated this time around, plus Kitty felt no pain, just the feeling of being stretched out. “Oh god yes, fuck me Peter!” Kitty begged him. “Oh yeah I’m going to fuck you through your bed,” Peter told her as he started to hammer into her body. The bed started to move and the sounds of the bed springs could barely be heard over the sounds of sex. The grunts of Peter and Kitty’s moaning was louder than the bed, as was the sound of his flesh slapping against hers. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god it’s so good, fuck me more please. Oh god you’re so deep!” Kitty cried out as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel him going even deeper now with her legs like this. She felt warm all over and a thin sheet of sweet was starting to cover her body. “You feel great Kitty,” Peter told her as he fucked her. “You want me to cum again in you or on you this time?” Kitty wasn’t sure, she was getting close to another orgasm but she had a few things she always wanted to try. The thought of his hot cum, splashing onto her body was just such a hot idea. “Do it, cum on me!” Kitty cried out as she gripped her breasts working on making herself cum faster. Peter kept on fucking her, getting near his climax. Then he felt Kitty arch her back as her pussy gripped him even tighter. He knew she was cumming but if he was still inside of her then it would make him cum, he quickly pulled out and griped his shaft giving it a few pumps. He threw his head back as he groaned out, several shots of cum threw out of his penis. Kitty felt the hot cum hit her chest and belly, it was a lot more than she thought would come out. She used a hand to feel it, it was sticky but still warm. “Go ahead give it a taste,” Peter told her. “Trust me.” She wasn’t sure, after all it was sperm. But she wanted to trust him and took a little bit on her finger and put it in her mouth. It was a bit bitter at first but in a few seconds she felt sensations running through her body. The chemicals interacted with her taste buds, not only did it send signals to her brain that it was good it also increased her sex drive. “Ready for more?” Peter asked knowing the answer. Kitty turned around to get on her hands and knees, she raised her ass to him with her skirt just barely over it. She grinned at him as she was totally ready for another round again. “What do you think?” Next up chapter 12: Kitty’s Secret Fantasy

Chapter 16 - Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16: HONEYMOON SURPRISE FINALE Logan never really considered himself a ‘lucky’ man most of his life at least that which he could remember anyway. But when he started living at Xavier’s things seemed to have picked up for him, sure the kids sometimes drove him nuts and it was hard listening to them and their complaints and problems. But after a few years he managed to get used to it. Then when X23 came into his life his life slowly started to change and he felt like he was building up his life. Having a teenage daughter had opened his eyes a bit and helping her deal and adjust to life gave him a sense of peace that he had been missing. Then there was what he had with Ororo, at first they were just friends working together. But given that she was the only woman at the mansion had to be a bit tough on her and then one day he took her out to get away from the kids and all the problems it all started out innocent enough. They had a nice time and soon they would make it weekly thing where they would just be adults and have a good time. Of course the rumors of them dating were around and he really didn’t like that. Then one day they had been coming back from a little bar he knew watching a hockey game there. Sure she was athletic and liked sports and at first she wasn’t sure about the game but she got into it after a bit, she wasn’t a major fan but she liked being with him watching. She had a few beers and was a little tipsy nothing major she wasn’t drunk but when he walked her to her room she surprised the both of them by kissing him. After that they kind of avoided each other for a week until Xavier told them they had to work out their problem whatever it was. So they did talk she had no idea why she had done it and eventually they came to admit that they both had liked it. They started to talk and wondered if there was anything more than just friends between them. The next few times they went out they decided to try as real dates. It was a little awkward at the start but eventually it became something they really enjoyed on their fourth date she offered him to spend the night. He ravaged her body in her room for hours after that loving the sounds of her screaming in bliss as they had passionate sex for the first time. Now here he was married to the beautiful goddess and not only that she wanted to start a family, she felt that in her mid thirties she wasn’t getting any younger and unlike him she didn’t age as gracefully. Before that he felt he was now luckier in life then he ever thought but boy life just kept on wanting to surprise him. He looked down as he gripped his wife’s hips seeing her naked and great ass pounce off his hips him driving his dick into her pussy slick with her cum as she had her head buried into Mystique’s crotch eating her out. The blue woman had her back against the headboard her hands buried into Ororo’s slick white hair thrusting her hips up to her face. “Yes! That’s it wind rider lick my cunt, do it! Oh fuck me with that tongue you bitch!” She yelled at her sweat on her body as she looked at Logan and grinned, “Can’t you fuck her any harder? I swear at least Sabertooth knew how to really fuck a girl.” Logan gritted his teeth and he slammed a bit harder into Ororo making her cry out as her hands gripped Mystique’s thighs the nails going slightly into the flesh and making her face hit her blue pussy even harder. Mystique gritted her teeth in a hiss. Logan was now not only fucking a woman who had a true body of a goddess and the love of his life but also one of their enemy’s Mystique. He had to admit that Kurt’s mother had a strange and yet exotic beauty to her and the fact he was taking both of them tonight for a once in a life time moment of sex well…Now he knew what it was like to be truly lucky. He grunted as he slammed into her hips hearing the moans of the two beautiful women the wet sounds of her pussy sucking in his dick as he felt her warm and tight walls gripping him, the slaps as he hit her great ass. In fact he really liked that part of her and got a grin on his face, he raised a hand and smacked her ass seeing the flesh move with the strike and her crying out. Logan knew if she didn’t like something she would tell him but when he got no disagreement he hit her ass again and again making it a little red. Ororo was going nuts one Mystique’s cunt lips, she was digging her tongue into the other woman’s body, sucking and biting the clit driving the other woman nuts. The pounding that Logan was giving her with the spankings was driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. She pushed her ass back harder and clenching her inner muscles loving the feel of his dick stretching her out and slamming into her cervix, hitting her g-spot it was always great given how much passion the threw into their sex. She cried out into Mystique’s blue pussy the vibrations getting the blue skinned woman off as she climaxed herself. Logan felt her tighten up and seeing Mystique get off was nearly done, he kept on grunting and after about six more thrusts he roared out holding her hips to his feeling his dick throb and pulse shooting his seed into her waiting body. He held himself inside of her letting her body take it deeper and further into her. With her ass raised and her upper body down on the bed it helped his sperm slowly move into her womb. Ororo was panting feeling the warmth flow into the core of her body. Logan after a few moments pulled out and sat back letting Ororo and Mystique a little breathing. “That wasn’t bad at all Weather Witch,” Mystique said with a smile. Ororo grinned at her licking her lips from the honey that was on them, “Well then maybe we should see if we can improve that.” Ororo grabbed her legs and stared to pull Mystique downward onto the bed as the blue shape shifter was now on her back. “Care to help Logan?” He grinned at his wife, “Not at all.” She watched as the two took different sides of her body their hands starting at her legs caressing the smooth skin as they were slowly making their way up her body She closed her eyes enjoying the feel of their hands and then their kisses as they reached her thighs. She moved her hips giving a soft groan as they worked their way up her body. One hand was now rubbing her stomach as the other caressed her vagina making her arch her back slightly sighing in pleasure. They continued to go up kissing and caressing along the way. One of them took over pleasuring her between her legs as they got to her chest. She felt lips trailing up her sides as they then they started on her breasts. She felt the stubble on her left and knew it was Logan there. She opened her eyes and saw she was right, Mystique smiled as she reached with both of her hands to the backs of their heads. She felt their mouths on her nipples each one with a different style. Ororo would flick her tongue over it, trail it around the areola with her fingers entering her vagina gently probing her insides. Logan was rougher his facial hair rubbing against her tender flesh as he was more aggressive. A hand groping her breast as his mouth seemed to feed on it his mouth sucking and biting her nipple. “Ohhhh yessssss,” She hissed out feeling their team work onto her body. “Oh God this feels so good.” Ororo kissed up her neck to her ear, “Well then seems your body is all ready then,” She pulled out wet fingers and brought them to her mouth tasting it. “Logan I think it’s time I’ll have her head you can have her lower half.” “No problem there,” He grinned as he moved to straddle her waist. Ororo got up and placed herself over the blue woman’s face as she slowly sat down. She took hold of Mystique’s breasts massaging the flesh there as she felt the woman’s tongue on her slit. Logan gripped her hips lining up his hard on to her opening he pushed the head in slowly feeling how tight Mystique was. He knew that she could change the size of her love canal to anything she wished making her always one hell of a tight fuck. Once he had the head in and he thrust in hard making the woman moan out and arched her back. Soon Logan was grunting as he thrust in hard into the blue pussy feeling her tightness. Mystique always did like it rough and Logan’s more animal side was very nice she could see why Ororo married him. She went to work on the Storm’s pussy going at it like an expert. She could taste the mixed juices of both Ororo and Logan on her tongue as she lapped it up. Ororo was riding Mystique’s tongue feeling it start to probe her further and further inside just like last time. That woman’s tongue had more talents then anything she ever thought it could. “Oh yes, oh Goddess yes. Ohhhh…That feels so good Mystique…yes right there…ahhh! That’s the spot!” She threw her head back moaning as Mystique attacked her g-spot. Logan grunted hearing his wife call out like that was driving him nuts, he reached out with a hand and took hold of the back of her neck and bending her towards him he leaned in forward capturing his lips with his own. They kissed passionately their tongues battling the other in each other’s mouths. Ororo biting his lip slightly it became a wild three way with them going at it like animals, Mystique wrapped her legs around Logan’s waist humping him back as fast and furious as she could while her hands were in Ororo’s ass kneading them hard. Logan went to Ororo’s neck and bit down on it not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark for later. Ororo knew that it was his way of ‘marking his territory’ that the animal side of him was marking her as his and no one else’s. That she was his alpha female, his mate and she screamed out in pain and pleasure it triggered her orgasm and Mystique got a mouth full of Ororo’s fluids as they ran out of her body. Ororo panting leaned back as Logan and Mystique weren’t don’t yet. She could feel Mystique crying out in her pussy and it was still sensitive from her orgasm. Logan gripped the blue skinned hips and really started to get to work hammering into her like a man possessed. Her pussy was slick and smooth on the inside. After a minute of this frantic fucking he felt her stiffen moaning loudly into his wife’s pussy her back arching and he felt her close tightly around his member. “Arrrggh!” He roared out slamming his hips several times each time shooting a shot of sperm into the woman’s body. Both of the women needed a breather after that as Logan went to get a drink. Both of them lay there on the bed sweaty but feeling very fulfilled. Mystique looked at the dark skinned woman with a smile on her face and she had to admit these two made better lovers then enemies but she quickly pushed the thought aside. Even now she wasn’t sure how this happened but she knew it couldn’t last. She sighed looking up at the ceiling nothing good ever seemed to last in her life she had accepted that a long time ago. ‘Well what are you going to do? You can’t stay like this think woman, this is a one time deal so stop dwelling on what ifs.’ She looked as Logan came in with a drink and a cup of water giving that to Ororo. Logan took a swallow of his and passed it to Mystique who drank it greedily. She looked to Ororo and had a thought that gave her a smile. “Say there, have you ever wanted to have sex with two men at once?” Ororo looked surprised at her, “Well…A few times,” She noticed Logan looking at her a bit but she just smiled at him. “But it’s impossible to find two men that are as good as Logan not to mention as well endowed.” That got Logan to grin at her as she grinned back. Mystique smiled and turned Ororo onto side, “Well then maybe we could help with that fantasy.” She said and before Ororo could ask what Mystique was doing she shifted into a copy of Logan. Ororo’s eyes widened in surprise and then quickly turned into lust as she thought about having sex with not one Logan but two. She looked to her husband, “Well are you up for it?” Logan only grinned back at the challenge he was never one to back down from one, “Well it will be a little weird for me seeing ‘me’ fuck you as I am but I’m game.” “Well then how about I take the backdoor then.” Mystique in Logan’s voice purred and moved her dick into Ororo’s ass. Storm hissed a bit thankfully Logan had taken her there plenty of times and had once already so she should still be a little ‘lubed’ up from it. Mystique had changed her dick to a smaller size wanting to put it in and get comfortable she was really tight back in there. She turned onto her back with Ororo on top of her as she started to moved her hips slightly she slowly started to increase the size of the dick as well. “Yeah you like that don’t you, you love having my dick shoved up there don’t cha?” Ororo moaned feeling the organ inside of her grow in size as the movements started to increase. Mystique was obviously one into talking dirty as they found out. But hearing it in Logan’s voice was defiantly new for her. “Oh yesss…Fuck me there, fuck my ass good…Oh Logan I want you in me too!” She had her legs spread and Logan could see Ororo’s hot pink flesh being exposed and that it was getting nice and wet for him as well. Logan shifted a bit it was a little odd trying to find a position so on his knees he gripped her thighs and pushed himself into her body. Ororo cried out in pleasure at him entering her, she could feel both members inside of her stretching her out as they nearly rubbed up against each other as both were very close inside of her body separated only by a thing wall of flesh. She started to breath harder already as this was something she had never experienced before. “Oh Goddess yes!” “Yeah that’s it,” Mystique groaned under her placing her hands on Ororo’s hips thrusting into her with grunts, “Take it all, you love having two dicks in you don’t you? I bet you love it! Go on and take our dicks deep inside you!” “Come on Logan fuck her raw!” Mystique shouted at him. He had to smile at how worked up Mystique got while into sex as he leaned down taking one of Ororo’s large dark breasts into his mouth causing her to cry out in passion. Soon the two found a rhythm one of them going in and then when they pulled out the other would push in this way Ororo always had something filling her up inside. She was gripping the sheets in a near death grip eyes closed as he head was back. Mystique sucking on her neck as Logan attacked her chest it was an intense sexual experience for her. They had been hammering into her body for over ten minutes now and she just couldn’t take anymore she had tried to draw it out but she felt that familiar building pressure inside of stomach knowing that her orgasm was close at hand. “Oh yes! Oh goddess yes! I’m cumming! Oh yes! Oh! Oh! AH! AUGH!” Storm gripped her Logan’s shoulders as her climax hit tensing her whole body up, making both her pussy and ass grip the two dicks inside of her body. Both the Logan’s soon cried out as she was now filled in both ends by the two of them. She had never felt anything like it being filled like that, Logan pulled out of her first as Mystique in his form rolled onto the side slipping his penis out of Storm’s ass even though it looked like sperm it was just a recreation of her body. She then shifted back into her natural form and sighed from her own orgasm. It was strange having sex as a man since she rarely did that but she had to admit she knew why men tended to think with a dick, they gave off lots of pleasure very easily. But she still preferred her natural female form. “Well then the day isn’t over yet, are you two up for making it more interesting?” Logan raised an eyebrow as her as Ororo caught her breath looking over at the other woman. “How much more interesting can it get?” Ororo asked. “Yeah I got to admit she’s got a point.” Logan said to her breathing heavily. Mystique gave a bit of a laugh, “Oh come now haven’t you both had certain fantasies that you’ve always wanted to do?” She turned herself into a naked Jean looking lustfully at Logan, “Haven’t you always wanted to bang that little red head?” Then she shifted into Rogue, “How about my daughter? Don’t tell me you never noticed just how good a body she hid under all those clothes?” Then she turned into Kitty and smile sweetly, “Or do you two prefer a little younger and innocent looking?” Logan grinned as he looked to Ororo who had that same look of lush I his eyes that he had as he turned to face ‘Kitty’ again. “Why not them all, let’s start with Jean and work out way down then.” As they finally finished a couple of hours later with the sun having set and the cool night air entering the room. It was full of the scent of sex and sweat in the room not surprising given what went on there and on the bed on his back was Logan catching his breath with Ororo nuzzled up next to him and even Mystique was on the other side. It felt strange to just being held normally a man just took what they wanted out of her and that was it, it had been years since someone just held her after sex. But she knew she couldn’t let it touch her, “This can’t change things you know…I don’t believe in Xavier or that humans will ever see us as equals.” “Doesn’t matter,” Logan said to her closing his eyes. “I don’t know where this will lead later but we’ll just take it as it comes,” Ororo said and reached out to caress her blue arm gently. “But whatever comes, if tomorrow we’re enemies again at least tonight let’s just put it aside.” Mystique thought about it, she was too tired and sore to think on tomorrow. Besides tomorrow she would most likely just leave and go off and leave them both to themselves. It had been fun, really, really fun but she wasn’t an X-Man and doubt she could be. But at least for one night she had shared a moment that she would never regret and would always be a nice memory. The three of them slipped into a blissful sleep tonight they were lovers tomorrow they most likely wouldn’t be but then again that it how sometimes things happen in life. The next morning Ororo woke up to an empty bed as she tried to move she groaned. It was times like this she wished for a healing factor, her body was one big ache, her legs were stiff and by the looks of the slightly red lips of her vagina she guessed she had reached her limit. She hoped Logan wouldn’t mind them not having sex today and then looked around for not only her husband but Mystique. She slowly got to her feet and heard a shower going but there were no sounds of sex so she figured whoever was in there was alone. Then she saw a note on the table, Ororo picked it up and looked at it. ~Sorry but I was never one for goodbyes, last night was great but I figured this was the best way. Have a nice honeymoon…And give my children and hug for me even if you don’t tell them why. -Raven~ Ororo gave a small but sad smile sure she was an enemy but from now on she felt that she would never fully label her that. Then she turned it over and saw a small addition. ~PS maybe I’ll see you next year on your anniversary.~ Ororo actually laughed at that putting the note down, a part of her actually hoped she would make good on that. She heard the shower turn off and guess Logan was free well a shower was nice but at the moment she just wanted to soak her body in that large tub with the air jets. That was something that she was looking forward too as she stroke nude across the room to the bathroom. NEXT UP CHAPTER 17: SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY

Chapter 24 - Chapter 23: Symbiote Fun

This turned out a bit longer than expected sorry for the wait and I think only a few more chapters to go not sure how many but we’re nearing the end. As always review by the end and I picked Scarlet Spider for MJ because she was red and also I only had two suggestions to work with. Spider-Man Dark Urges Chapter 23: Symbiote Fun Mary Jane loved this, she was moving through the city like Peter, her red and black spider styled suit gave her a level of freedom that she had never known before. It helped to take her mind away from things just moving through the city, swinging overhead as her costume made webbing for her, or at least something similar to what Peter used. For the past couple of weeks she had been fighting crime and it certainly was something she put everything into. It made her feel better to fight back, being helpless and bound at the mercy of someone that was going to hurt her, she didn’t want to feel like that again. Now she could stop those hurting other innocent people, she felt that she understood Peter more now. The reason why he fought although they all had changed since that day the Kingpin went after them. She noticed it now with them all but honestly after what they all had gone through it was impossible to stay the same. Even now she couldn’t stand to sleep alone she was either with Peter, Gwen, or someone else with her. She might be like that for awhile she figured but that was okay, she was taking it a day at a time some times. She heard a scream and MJ jumped to action, she swung into an alley that by the looks of it two men had pulled some woman into the alley. Anger boiled inside of her at the sight of it, a young woman powerless as a group took her and were going to do whatever they wanted because they could. MJ flashed back to her own moment of weakness. She had felt so powerless as those men killed her mother, tortured her and Gwen and she couldn’t do anything. Leaping out she wasn’t powerless anymore, now she had the power to fight back and fight back for those that couldn’t. She didn’t waste time with words or fancy actions. Mary Jane saw the men going for the woman’s shirt and that’s when MJ’s fist struck that man first. With the suit her strength was enhanced to the point that she could feel her fist break the man’s nose. She kicked the other one surprised sending him a few feet away. Quickly MJ turned to the woman grabbed her arm and forced her to the direction of the open street. “Go, get out of here!” The woman looked to be in shock at the sight of a young woman in a red and black costume but self-preservation kicked in and she ran for safety. MJ watched her go and smiled behind the mask, if felt good to help someone. “You bitch!” MJ turned to look to see the one holding his nose aiming a small revolver at her. MJ felt the fear strike her as the gun went off. A reassuring presence was felt in her mind as her suit told her that she would be okay. The bullets hit her and she felt the impact but they were muted as the suit absorbed the bullets. ‘I will always protect you.’ The ‘voice’ if you could call it that was heard in her head. MJ thanked her symbiote as she rushed the surprised man and hit him again. “You think it’s fun to take someone against their will?” She asked angrily as she punched him in the stomach. He folded but she didn’t stop there she hit him again and again until he was on the ground. “You think it’s fun? You think you can just do whatever you want to someone? Answer me!” She cried out and then stopped when she noticed that the man’s face was bloody and unconscious. She took a few breaths noticing her laboured breathing. It wasn’t because of any physical exertion but from her emotions. It took a moment for her to realized that for a moment she thought he had been beating the face of the man that had tortured her. Letting the man drop she noticed the other man trying to sneak away. She fired a web line and snagged his leg. “Oh god, don’t kill me, please don’t kill me!” He begged as she just webbed him up. She didn’t feel anything for these men not after what they had tried. She knew that normally she wouldn’t have been so violent but she had learned the hard way that it was a violent world. MJ leaned her masked face closer to him, “Before I leave I want you to tell ever one of your bastard friends that there are more heroes in town that will not stand for your shit. If they ask who told you this, just tell them that the Scarlet Spider was the one.” She left him wrapped up hearing the sirens of a police car, most likely the woman that had escaped had found help and called the police. She crawled up the wall and was soon swinging away from the scene. She landed on a building as she sat down and pulled her knees to her chest. She felt the warmth assurance of her symbiote again as it felt the pain of its host. It wasn’t until this moment that she could admit that she was different now, the old her was gone lost in pain and blood. She remembered the red blood of her torture, her own blood she remembered the blood on that man’s face. That’s why she chose to call herself Scarlet Spider, beside that fact that her suit was naturally red, because of all the blood that seemed to in her world. The blood of her mother, of herself and Gwen, of those of the guilty, she hugged herself tightly. She wanted to go home, not the one where she and her mother but the one with Peter. She couldn’t even sleep by herself anymore not after what she had been through. She had to be with either Peter or Gwen to feel safe enough. She was also glad for her suit, it was a constant companion for her she was never truly alone now. Taking another moment to compose herself she swung her way back to the apartment. She needed to feel something else now, something better. Feeling a tingling in her loins she knew her suit needed it too. It was time to leave this bloody world and go to the one that was filled with love and pleasure. That was her sanctuary from this cruel world. -Peter’s Apartment- Kitty Pryde walked through the lobby as she had done plenty of times, going to one of the elevators that needed a key card to access certain levels, which she had. Kitty had made sure no one had followed her, in fact she was certain that someone had to have been watching her from school. Peter had given her warnings that she might be a target if they thought she could lead the Kingpin to them, well she wasn’t going to do that. Ever since leaving the X-Men and going to school at Peter’s school it had been hard, harder without Peter and the others there, but with what happened, it was the talk of the school. There were so many rumors about them that people nearly forgot that a mutant was at the school. So she had phased through several buildings, even the street and came out somewhere else, if someone wanted to follow her they better have someone like Wolverine on their team to track her. She always made sure no one would be able to follow her when she came here. The ride up the elevator was empty as she came out to the right floor. Going to the door she looked around, it was empty and so with a shrug she walked through the door, sure she had a key but for her that was optional. As soon as she hit the other side the sounds of sex could be heard, she could smell the musky scent in the air and knew she had arrived when they were getting it on. She blushed slightly as she felt herself starting to get excited, ever since Peter started fucking her she had slowly became something of a nympho in her opinion, not that she minded. Walking into the living room she saw everyone there and were already in the middle of some fun. She could smell the sex in the air and hear the sounds of couples fucking each other. Normally this would have been something to make anyone pause and maybe freak out. Kitty was used to this kind of sight by now, in fact she wasn’t surprised to find the little orgy in session. Given that Peter had such an increased sexual appetite from the suit, the fact that now Eddie, Gwen and Mary Jane had suits of their own. Well Kitty could only imagine what it must be like full time. The suits feed off their host during sexual encounters. Peter once explained things to her on how the suits increased certain chemicals in the body and he had said that he thought they might have their own agenda but he wasn’t sure. The problem was that he knew that mentally he had changed and that everyone exposed to too much of the chemicals they now produced in sex would do the same. Peter had also admitted to her that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing anymore. Kitty had been worried about Peter, ever since those attacks by the Kingpin he had been darker, like he was just going with whatever the suit would do to him. Kitty had stayed because she was worried for him and the others, worried about what might happen, plus she really cared about him. She knew it wasn’t the influence of the suit as she had liked him before they met. But the smells in the air, the sounds of sex, seeing men and women in pleasure, something changed in her. She could feel herself getting excited as her body started to react to the scene. She watched as Eddie Brock was fucking Felicia, she had met him a few times and he seemed nice, he didn’t even mind that she was a mutant which was a plus in her books. She had never seen him naked and he had a bit of a build to him, he looked like he would fill out a lot in a few years. She felt her pussy moisten a bit, one of her fantasies had always been to be ‘taken’ by a big strong man, maybe when he was done she could give him a try. Felicia was on her stomach, her impressive breasts smashed into the carpet floor as her nails claws at it as she cried out. From the angle she could see that Eddie was fucking her ass as he grunted like an animal. “You like it, you like my cock in your ass?” He grunted out. “Yes! Fuck my ass, oh god that feels so good!” Felicia answered him feeling his dick as it invaded her body. Her pussy had already been used, as cum was leaking out of it, used a few times actually she needed to give it a rest. Having Eddie inside of her like this made her grunt out with each thrust. He was naturally big so it felt almost like he was shoving a small pole up her ass but she didn’t mind, after all the anal sex with Peter her body was now used to this kind of thing. She felt his powerful hips slapping against her ass with each thrust making a slight slapping sound as they connected. She could feel the heat off his member as it rubbed her insides as she begged him to keep on ravishing her ass. Kitty looked around some more as she caught MJ riding Peter on the couch facing away from him, his hands busy with one of her breasts and the other rubbing her clit as her head was leaning back on his shoulder his mouth attacking her neck. Sweat covered their bodies as they obvious had been at this for some time, MJ’s pussy was leaking white cum, from either Peter or Eddie, maybe even both of them had fucked the red head by now Kitty wasn’t sure. A part of her wondered what it would be like to be fucked by both men at the same time. Again she could feel her hidden perverted side showing up. The side she had tried so hard to keep away from the world but Peter had broken opened. Kitty felt her mouth dry up as she looked at the scenes of sex, she could feel her nipples hardening from all the sounds of sex, the heavy musky air and a slow burning desire to feel her naked flesh on naked flesh. It had been awhile since she had gotten laid. Her thoughts and worries about Peter were pushed aside as old instincts kicked in. Gwen was sitting in a chair just as naked as she was playing with herself she saw Kitty and smiled and walked over to the girl. “Hey nice of you to show up,” Gwen said. Kitty smiled back as she took in the sight of Gwen walking over to her naked, Kitty had never really been attracted to women before, but then, she never did a lot of things she had done before. A whole world of sexual freedom had been opened and now she could appreciate the female form. Of course she preferred men but the women in this little harem were something she didn’t mind from time to time as she had joined in a couple of times. At first it had been awkward but Felicia down on the carpet was very kind and Gwen and MJ made her feel like she was part of something. So maybe she was learning to explore her sexuality with only those she trusted in the end. “Hey, I needed a break from school and wanted to see how things were going,” Kitty told her honestly but to check up on them but that had been moved aside. Now she wanted something else, something her body was craving. “I can imagine it’s hard,” Gwen said sympathetically as she threw an arm around the girl’s shoulder. She leaned in to gently bite Kitty’s ear lobe. “Plus I think this is the perfect place to relax.” Kitty felt the girl’s hand on her chest slowly trailing it to her groin as she gently rubbed her sex. “Why don’t you lose the clothing, I got a new trick I’ve been working on with MJ to show you,” Gwen told her in a husky tone. Kitty only nodded as she used her mutant powers and all her clothing fell to the floor around her leaving the brunet totally naked. Gwen smirked this was a very handy power to have for these moments. She now ran her hands over Kitty’s nice breast as she started to kiss and lick the mutant girl’s neck. The heard the girl moaned slightly as was getting into it, Gwen had already fucked a few times already but she needed more. Gwen thought that she was a nympho before but now with the suit she craved sex even more than just from exposure to Peter’s altered cum. Sometimes she felt like she was addicted to it, although Peter had explained that the suits fed off the chemicals produced during sex and without it they would die, still as addictions went this was turning out to be a fun one. Her body was stronger and getting better, the suit was making her better and she found herself liking it. She used her thumbs and fingers to rolled the other girl’s nipples feeling them harden in her hands as she started to pull them slightly. “Not too hard please,” Kitty told her feeling herself starting to get into it. “Okay then, how about this?” Gwen’s slim fingers worked their way down Kitty’s chest to her stomach as they eventually started to stroke Kitty’s lower lips. Gwen could feel the heat and the slight wetness already there, she started to rub her fingers over the girl’s slit as Kitty made cute little mewing noises. Then two fingers went into the young mutant as she gasped slightly at the sudden intrusion but soon moaned out as her hips slightly ground into the fingers. A minute of this and Kitty couldn’t take it anymore she turned around and embraced Gwen as she kissed the other girl. Both sets of soft lips smashed together with a passion as their young tongues started to feel the other out. Kitty’s hand ran down the other girl’s side and stopped to caress the ass. Gwen moaned in appreciation as she caressed Kitty’s back as they continued to make out with each other. Kitty eventually stopped and worked her way down to Gwen’s neck giving pleasure to the other girl. The two began rubbing against each other’s bodies, breasts and hardened nipples pressing against each other. Gwen placed her leg between Kitty’s and started to grind it into her sex. Kitty responded in kind but it was kind of awkward to do this standing. “Lay down,” Gwen breathed out as she was really horny by this point and wanted to fuck the other girl right now. Kitty was placed on the ground as Gwen straddled her slightly and smirked. “Peter told me you like certain things and honestly I want to try it out as well.” She called on her symbiote to cover most of her body expect her head. Kitty watched as the yellow and black costume formed around the blonde teen. “That’s a really beautiful design,” Kitty said looking over the way the colors were set onto the body. Gwen smiled, “Thanks and she thanks you too.” “She?” Gwen shrugged, “I call my symbiote a ‘she’ but they really have no gender.” “Does that get weird?” Gwen laughed a little, “Yeah at first but it’s kind of reassuring. MJ and mine are more mature as they already got all the information from either Eddie or Peter. Kind of a genetic memory if you will, I don’t understand it all but basically they know everything their ‘parent’ symbiote and their host knew.” “So you can recall anything from them?” “Yeah since Peter shared some info with Eddie’s and mine came from Eddie, I can bring up anything they knew, not that I understand half of it,” Gwen shrugged. “But it did bring up one certain memory.” Kitty watched as slowly many tentacles formed off of the crotch area of Gwen’s body, yellow and black tentacles started to form and wrap around the young mutant. Kitty was excited as she hadn’t had this done to her in a long time. She savoured the feel of them moving over her body like snakes, they were so smooth and yet warm. She felt them wrap around her legs, caressing her young body as they went. Up her stomach they went slowly wrapping around her. She felt two of them over her breasts as they started to play with them a little and then to her surprise wrapped around her boobs tightening up. Kitty grunted slightly as her breasts started to swell up from the built up pressure. “Not too hard,” Kitty told her. Gwen nodded and ease the pressure just a little so that Kitty’s breasts were slightly inflamed but nothing too uncomfortable. Then she felt two more of them rub against her nipples made even more sensitive from all the blood flow. Kitty moaned out but then gasped when the ‘heads’ suddenly attached to her nipples. Now it was like she had two small mouths licking and sucking on them. “Oh god Gwen that feels so intense!” Kitty told her as her hands found two shafts and started to ‘jerk off’ the tentacles around her body. She saw Gwen grunt and her hips thrust from it. “Fuck that’s what a hand job feels like?” Gwen was surprised by all the feelings she was getting it was so much that it was nearly hard to keep track of it all. “No wonder Peter likes them. But you ready for the main event?” Kitty only smile and nodded as she watch three new small tentacles form, one of them went to her mouth she knew what to do as she opened it up. She felt it slid in as she started to give it a blow job like she had done for Peter in the past. She squirmed feeling the other two tease her vagina, she was already wet but moaned out around the tentacle begging for more. Gwen either figuring it out or no longer having much more patience place the two into her pussy, first sliding one in and then the other soon after. Both girls moaned out, Gwen from feeling of Kitty’s hot and wet vaginal muscles around both of her ‘cocks’ and the one in the girl’s mouth. Kitty from the feeling of two ‘dicks’ inside of her, she was thankful they were small or else she might be in a lot of pain from being stretched out too much. Peter’s was big enough normally taking two of his size might hurt. But now she could feel them starting to work together one going in and the other going out. It was simply amazing for the girl, but suddenly the one in her mouth came out. “Wait I wasn’t done with it yet.” Kitty protested but a new one took it’s place as she eagerly started sucking on it. “Don’t worry,” Gwen’s brow now full of sweat from all the pleasure going through her body she was trying to hold off an orgasm from all the stimulation. “This one needed to be prepared.” With that the wet head moved to Kitty’s pussy and for a moment the young girl was afraid she was going to be over stuffed there. But then it moved slightly down and Kitty cried out as it went into her ass. Now she was being drilled twice in her pussy, once in her ass, once in her mouth not to mention all the other ones moving over her body. Kitty’s mind went blank as she was fucked in every hole by the girl. Gwen started grunting out as she moved her hips with the motions of all her tentacles inside of the girl. It was mind blowing like experiencing several different moments of sex all at once. She took the young girl’s leg and threw it over a shoulder as Gwen leaned down feeling how deep she was getting into the mutant. Gwen was crying out loudly as she fucked the girl, Kitty could only moan or cry out around the tentacle cock in her mouth. “Oh god I think I’m going to cum!” Gwen’s head flew back her hair all wet from her sweat now.  “I’m giong to fucking cum in all your damn holes, get ready to be filled! AHHHRGGH!” She screamed out as Kitty felt what felt like actual cum being pumped into her mouth, her ass and twice more into her pussy. Instantly she cried out as she came hard from all the cum being put into her body. Gwen shuddered as she pulled the suit back and sat back as she was shaking slightly from the multiple orgasms she just had. At least she thought it was, having released all that stuff at once felt like one to her. Kitty panted as she lay on the ground as her pussy, ass and mouth had been filled with cum, she blinked a few times tasting the substance in her mouth, it felt real but it came from Gwen hadn’t it. “What...” She dug her fingers into her pussy and saw the white cum there, it certainly looked real. “Surprised?” MJ said walking over as Peter’s cum leaking down her leg from her inner thighs. “Turns out that the suits can not only make webbing like Peter’s but also a type of ‘cum’ but it’s not real. Peter tested it out and it’s just full of chemicals and doesn’t actually contain any sperm.” “So looks like we can’t knock up any women, which is good as that would be weird.” Gwen smiled as she slowly got up her legs finally has stopped shaking enough to stand on them again. “Red here was really surprised when I used it on her for the first time.” “Which reminds me,” MJ smiled as a red and black symbiotic cock grew out of her as she looked at Gwen. “I never did pay you back for that.” Gwen only smiled as she bent herself over the dinning table her nice firm ass waiting for it as she spread her legs. “Go ahead although after that show I gave her just one cock might be a little lame.” “Oh really?” MJ got behind the girl as she concentrated on her suit and split the cock into two. She lined them up with both Gwen’s pussy and asshole and startled the blonde as she felt two cocks enter her. “Oh fuck!” Gwen cried out her head falling forward feeling the cocks fill her. It was like being drilled by both Peter and Eddie, something they had tried and Gwen had to admit, having two sweaty men fucking her in each hole had been amazing. “How about this?” MJ grunted as she thrust into the girl feeling the pleasure running through the cocks. “Fuck yes!” Gwen groaned out as she thrust he hips back against her friend and lover. She felt MJ’s soft hands on her waist as the red head guided her as they fucked together. For MJ it was an odd sensation being passed through the symbiote, was this really what boys felt when they fucked? If so she could now see why men thought about sex so much. It was like having a rod of pure pleasure attached to you and with MJ she was feeling it doubled. “Oh god!” Gwen could feel both the artificial dicks inside of her, they felt slightly odd but they moved like real ones. She felt them rubbing against each other through the thin membrane that kept the dicks separated in her body. “Oh yes, god I got to have Peter and Eddie fuck me like this again soon, I might get addicted to being fucked in both holes like this.” MJ lightly spanked the blonde’s ass, “You are such a slut.” “You’re one to talk,” Gwen teased back. “I still say you need to try being sandwiched girlfriend, you never know, you might like it.” “Maybe later,” Mary Jane thought about it as she fucked her friend. Kitty just laid there on the ground with a smile plastered on her face as she watched the two of them fuck like that, maybe she could try it out later. She noticed that Felicia was now sucking on Peter’s cock as the woman was on her knees her head bobbing up and down. Seeing this Kitty starting to rub her sex gently, feeling a little like having another round when she saw Eddie standing over her. “Hey mind if we go a round together? I seemed to have lost my partner and the other girls seem to be busy.” He smiled at her his erection standing out proud as he looked down at the naked mutant. Kitty smiled it could be fun, “Sure although you don’t mind fucking with a mutant that’s only sixteen?” “Hell no, I’ve fucked MJ and Gwen already, so I’m not worried about that, not like they would turn me in to the cops for it.” He smiled as he got down onto the floor with her his large strong hand roaming over her body. “Plus I got to admit ever since the X-Men showed up I always thought you girls were hot.” “Oh really?” Kitty got on her side as she ran her hand over Eddie’s strong body it was bigger than Peter and maybe she could try out a different fantasy with him later on, she just wanted to be sure that she could trust him with it. Eddie had to admit this girl was really cute, he reached around and grabbed her ass and liked what he felt as he started to kiss her collar bone. “Oh yeah I’ve always wondered what it was like to do a mutant, you girls running around in those hot uniforms. Plus I saw that video of you and ‘Spider-Man’ on the net too.” “Oh god I’m never going to live that down,” Kitty moaned as she ran her hands over his broad back her leg rising to caress the side of his body. “Everyone thinks I’m some kind of slut as school now because of it. My mom is embarrassed and we had such a fight over it, it wasn’t even my fault!” “Hey I know, some jerk video tapped it and you got burned for it,” Eddie said to her. “Although I have to admit, I jerked off to you seeing that a few times.” “You did?” Kitty wasn’t sure how to take that although the thought of this cute older guy jerking off to her was starting to appeal. She always felt like she was the most plain of the girls it was nice to be the one desired. “Oh yeah, you’re one sexy girl and Peter is a lucky guy,” He told her honestly. All the women in this little spider-harem that was growing were hot. The fact that he got the chance to be a part of this pretty much made up for Peter lying to him all this time. It was also true that he had that video of Kitty having sex that was made public. Now he was finally going to see what it was like to bury himself into this girl. Kitty spread her legs feeling the tip of a hard cock lightly grazing her pussy lips. She was still wet from Gwen’s ‘cum’ inside of her and honestly she wanted to feel a real penis inside of her. “Well then what are you waiting for?” Eddie sat up as he lined up his dick and slowly pushed in he wanted to enjoy the sensation of feeling this girl. She was tight just like he figured it was still very slick inside of her as he easily pushed himself in all the way. Kitty sighed with a smile on her face, it was times like this that all her worried just seemed to melt away. “Oh yeah you feel nice and tight just like I thought,” Eddie pushed as far as he could go as he felt the top of his dick press against something. He figured he had bottomed out as he pulled back and thrust in slowly at first. He wanted to make this last as he slowly fucked the browned haired mutant under him. Kitty made moaning noises as she ran her hands over his arms and sides feeling him fill her to the brim with each thrust. Soon she started to thrust back as best she could as she enjoyed her new lover. From his spot on the couch Peter could only smile as Kitty and Eddie fucked each other, it was nice to see that Kitty was fitting in. He knew that the suits could only ‘spawn’ as he called it, once but now that Gwen and MJ had their own suits he would have to think about who next would have to be picked when those suits were ready. He had already picked Felicia for one, maybe Kitty should be the next one. “Oh fuck Felicia,” Peter moaned as he felt her take his dick all the way to the base as she deep throated him. She was very good at this he felt her tongue sliding on the underside of his dick as she moaned around his cock. She placed a hand by his balls as she lightly fondled him. He leaned his head back and moaned feeling the woman work her magic with her mouth. She made small gagging noises now as she worked the head of his penis as far back as possible. She pulled out taking a gasp for air as she lightly jerked his slick dick. “So have you thought over my idea for all the money we’ve been taking from Fisk?” She asked then slowly licking his dick sensually. “It’s an idea but don’t you think it would be easy to trace? Not to mention all the legal issues, we can’t even start until Fisk is out of the way.” Peter told her as he gently strokes her short dark hair. “Yeah there is that last part but trust me I have plans, when we’re done I’ll show you what I came up with.” She smirked as she slowly got up and eased him into her body as she slowly ground her hips. She wanted to take it easy for the moment as her jaw was aching and her ass still was a bit sore from Eddie fucking her there. Her pussy at least felt a bit more normal, she really wanted one of those suits for herself if only so her body would be able to keep up with all of them. “Sounds like a plan,” Peter held her hips as his mouth started to suck on one of her nipples. “That’s good,” she told him as she gently ran her hand through his hair, her free hand was on her free nipple slowly rolling it in her fingers. “We have to plan for the future after all.” Next up Chapter 24: Plans in Motion I hope people understand the psychological changes that have been going through everyone, from all the stress and horror that they had gone through you now see certain changes in them like with MJ in the start of this chapter.

Chapter 18 - Chapter 17: Black Widow

  Spider-Man Dark Urges   Chapter 17: Black Widow   Natasha had been staking out Peter’s apparently secret place, she had looked the place up and found that a company was paying for it. She wasn’t sure why but it gave her something to do while she waited for Parker to be alone. Unfortunately that was harder than she thought as at least one of the women were always with him. After a week she was starting to get annoyed and all the sex was she was watching was starting to get to her.   She gave Fury a basic report saying she was following him but nothing about this place yet. She made notes on the women she had seen coming and going. There was the red head and blonde teenager, the dark haired one with the black leather cat suit, apparently that mutant girl had came to him on as well as they shared a couple of days together. She cursed her luck as she had wanted to approach the boy at that point but the girl beat her too it.   Then of all things she saw Silver Sable for a night, apparently she was close by on a job and wanted to see him. She knew that woman from past missions in her life, she never thought that she of all people would be involved with a boy like Parker. Something strange was going on here although Sable did seem to be having a great time. Honestly what was the boy’s secret?   Finally after a week of watching him, placing bugs in the apartment, and hacking into his computer when no one was around she finally managed to get him alone. He looked to be working again in that small room he set up for his life as Spider-Man. Although she had gotten copies of his files, she had no idea what they were. She was going to have to give them to Fury at some point, that is before she copied them all for herself. She wanted to know what was going on here for other reasons and if a certain other party might want the information.   After all Fury trusted his top spy for this mission for this exact reason, no one else could have gotten this much information but her.   She easily slipped into the place, it really did have lousy security but then she doubted that he thought anyone would be looking for him. She heard him moving around and decided to play around a bit. She laid on her side on his bed knowing that she was looking every bit as sexy as she could be.   Peter stepped into the bedroom looking for an extra disk, he needed a new one and there was a pile here (mostly for the homemade movies he was making with his women) and stopped dead in his tracks as the sight of that sexy spy from Fury that he met before. Her body was perfectly curvy, her breasts large but not too big and she wore a black leather outfit similar to Black Cat. Honestly at this rate he was going to get a black leather fetish at this point.   “Whoa...uh...hey. What are you doing here?” Peter’s mind went into shut down mode as he looked over her body. She was so hot, one of the top hottest women in the world and here she was. His dick throbbed at just the thought of maybe fucking her. Already he was hoping he could somehow get her to drink some of his cum like with Black Cat, then he could get one dream he had been having ever since he first met this woman.   She smiled at him as she slowly got off his bed letting his eyes take the full view of her body. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”   “If it’s another web shooter forget it, those things are expensive you know,” Peter told her wondering if he should hide them just in case.   She smiled at him as she reached for the zipper in the front of her uniform. She figured this would be the best way to get a sample of DNA to see if he had any chances. Plus she would work herself up to maybe seeing if she could get him to bring out that costume and getting a piece of that as well. “I have something else you can help me with.” She said in a husky tone that made Peter’s dick just twitch at the sound of it.   He watched as his throat started to go dry as she slowly unzipped the front of her uniform. She slowly slipped out of it leaving herself in a very sexy black bra and matching thong. He really had no idea how lucky he was lately to have so many hot women in his life but even this was a bit too easy. This was strange, why was she here, how did she find him? Normally he would have asked but the blood was being drained from his brain and going lower. He felt the suit’s urges for sex as it enhanced his own need for it.   He could always ask her later he figured as she slowly walked over to him, swaying her hips as she slowly knelt down in front of him. She gently ran her hand over his crotch feeling him getting hard just from looking at her. She smiled up at him as she slowly unzipped the fly. “Oh my I think this can help me out just fine.”   Peter watched as she reached in and slowly pulled out his member, god how he wanted her at that moment. He was dying inside of wanting to fuck her all kinds of ways. She made a show of licking her lips as she slowly in a near agonizing way took his member into her mouth. She made large moaning noises not from pleasure but in order to make the experience more erotic for him. Natalia worked his fully erect dick in her mouth, using her skilled tongue to work her magic on him.   Peter gripped her red haired head as she started to fuck her mouth, he was wondering if he could get her to teach the others her tricks because she was really good at this. He fucked her mouth like a pussy as he tried not to cum too fast but it was really hard. Her tongue would flick over his dick, running along it, and nearly curling around it even.   He couldn’t believe that this hot woman was giving him the mother of all blow jobs, he only lasted a few more minute as he groaned feeling his dick pulse as his release erupted out of him and into her mouth.   Natasha gulped down Peter’s cum as he gripped her head and forced his dick as far as it could go. Thankfully she was very skilled and managed to take it all the way. Peter had never had anyone that could deep throat him like this. She swallowed it and she felt that it tasted slightly strange. Normally it would taste kind of salty and bitter to her but she found that she actually was enjoying it.   She pulled off his dick and tilted her head back, making a large show of swallowing it as she grinned up at the boy with a sexy look on her face. At first this was just another way to get what she wanted but as the cum settled in her stomach she felt a heat rising inside of her. She was finding herself being turned on, which was strange she hadn’t been attracted to the boy before now. Although he was very fit for his age and who knew what he would be like in a few more years.   Peter had enjoyed the blow job but he was ready for more. He could feel the ‘other’ as he was starting to call it now, he could feel it needing the release as much as Peter did. And to be honest he really wanted to fuck this woman. Firstly because she was one of the hottest women on the planet and he felt that he deserved some back pay for her stealing a web shooter.   “Time for the real show,” Peter said his dick still hard and throbbing. He stood her up and quickly turned her around before pushing her onto the bed. He took hold of her black thong and ripped it right off her.   Natasha was surprised by this sudden thing and mentally cursed for losing those. Before she could say anything he gripped her hips and thrust his member into her body. “Ughn! What’s the rush!” She hissed out feeling him thrusting hard into her body. She was only a little wet so it was uncomfortable for her.   “I’ve waited a long time to fuck you and I’m through waiting,” Peter told her as he enjoyed the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock. He thrust away enjoying it all as she was half on his bed. He watched as her legs supported her as her upper torso was on the sheets. Her fists gripping them as she started to use them to thrust herself back against him. He felt her body start to respond, getting wetter as they continued on.   He gripped the back of her bra as he used that to pull her against him, hearing her cry out was very erotic to him.   Natasha hissed when he grabbed her bra, she felt her breasts being pressed into her body as he fucked her like an animal. Truth was she actually liked to fuck like this, she wasn’t into that gentle stuff, she wanted it hard and fast. She was glad that the boy was learning that fact. By now her pussy was well lubricated as he took her, and take her he did. She moaned as he fucked her from behind, she yelped when he started to smack her ass with his hand.   “You like that?” Peter asked her.   “Yes!” She shouted out as her hands balled into fists. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”   “Harder huh?” Peter grinned as he pulled out as she moaned in protest. He turned her around as he ripped her bra off her body, freeing her large breasts. He entered her again as he picked her up, gripping her ass as he now picked her up and dropped her onto his dick. She howled in delight feeling her own body weight dropping her onto his shaft.   “Oh god! Oh god!” Natasha screamed out holding on to him as he fucked her. “Oh fuck, fuck me, tear that pussy apart!”   “Oh fuck yeah, you bet I will,” Peter grunted as he fucked this hot red head. She wrapped her arms and legs around him holding on tight as he fucked her. Once again he couldn’t believe his luck.   “Ugh! Oh fuck! Ugh-uh-ah-argh-fuck-ugh-me!” She cried out feeling his dick slammed again and again into her cervix. It was like being fucked by a jackhammer inside and she loved it all.   “Oh fuck, I think...I think I’m going to cum soon,” Peter moaned feeling his balls tightening. He felt the building pressure as he was about to erupt. “I’m gonna cum right inside of you!”   Normally she didn’t let men juts cum inside bareback but she was prepared for this kind of stuff. She took special birth control that was a small implant under her skin, it helped to prevent her from conceiving. After all in her line of work, seduction was a very important part of it. Plus she knew how a man really got off on the thought of cumming inside of a woman. Some really got off on the idea of knocking a woman up even. “Do it, cum inside of me, fucking fill me up!”   “Oh shit, here I cum!” Peter said holding her close to him as he felt himself shooting load after load into her pussy.   When Peter came she felt like an electric bolt ran through her entire body as she came with him. She couldn’t believe that some teenager had fucked her to orgasm like this. She slowly detached herself from him as he lay her down on his bed. Slowly pulling out of her she moaned at how sensitive her pussy was now. Every motion of his dick felt better now for some reason.   Peter grinned down looking at her she looked so erotic there, laying there on his bed her large breasts heaving with her laboured breathing. His cum was slightly leaking out of her pussy as well. “How was that?”   “That was great,” she grinned and looked up at him. “Although I know you’ve been holding out as well.”   “Oh?”   She grinned at him as she propped herself up on her elbows. “I’ve been watching and I know that new suit of yours allows you to do all kinds of kinky things. That mutant girl really is something, I mean dressing like a little school girl as you basically rape her little ass with all those tentacles.”   Peter flushed at that, he hadn’t known he had been watched then it turned to worry. That meant this place was no longer safe if she knew.   “Don’t worry, Fury doesn’t know...yet.”   “Yet?” Peter asked her not sure he liked the sound of that.     “I may not tell him what I’ve found, if you can satisfy my.” She knew that he had the ability to do what she always wanted.   “Okay so what do you want?”   “I want you to fuck me with the biggest dick you have, I mean to the point I’m going to break. I want to be filled like nothing else.” She told him seriously she really liked them big. She had fucked a few men that didn’t look like much but had huge dicks. She loved the feeling of them inside of her.   ‘Damn she’s really into that,’ Peter thought as he willed the black costume to form around his penis. He made it grow into a large nine inch long penis but she didn’t look satisfied.   “Thicker,” She said looking at it.   Peter was surprised the other girls couldn’t handle much more than this but if that’s what it took to get her off his back. He shrugged and made it thicker like she wanted. It had the dimensions of nearly a baseball bat at this point and she shivered at the sight of it. She spread herself, knowing it would hurt like hell but she wanted it, she wanted the pain and knew the pleasure would come later.    Peter placed the tip to her wet entrance and grabbed her hips as she slowly forced himself inside of her.   “UGH! FUCK!” she grunted through bared teeth. She was taking short breaths as it felt like he was pushing a telephone pole into her. “ARGH! FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!” She threw her head back  as he continued to push himself in. Inch by inch brought what she wanted, she felt her insides being pushed and trying to make room.   Peter grunted as he ploughed the hot woman under him, he decided to try and see just how much she could take. He slowly grew his dick again and again, just slightly to see if she would notice.   Suddenly her eyes widened as her back arched up, her whole body started shaking and jerking as her mouth was open in a silent scream. She was coming hard now, so hard in fact that she was literally squirting out her juices from her pussy.  Peter looked down in surprise as her female juices mixed in with some of his own cum ejaculated from her.   “FUUUUUUCKKKK!” She screamed out. She had never came so hard in her life, she had never felt so full in her life, she had never felt anything like this in her life. “You’re ruining me! You’re ruining my pussy!” “You love it don’t you?” Peter asked her even if it was just to be sure.   “Yes! Oh god-oh god-I’m going to break! You’re breaking my body! I can feel you in my fucking womb!” She screamed out as another orgasm hit her. His dick had long since gone past her cervix and had been bounding the top of her womb for awhile now. She knew she would be sore as hell from this, maybe even bruised but god how she loved it.   “Pull my breast, be rough with them!” She yelled at him.   Peter gripped them and they felt great, he had felt a lot of great breasts lately but damn was hers fine. He gripped them so hard that they he was sure they would be bruised as she screamed out again. He couldn’t believe she came hard again, it was insane but he couldn’t take it anymore. He blasted his own load directly into her womb as she shook violently again.   She felt the hot cum fill her and it was so intense of an orgasm that she her vision started to go dark for a bit. When she regained her senses Peter was still fucking her, she couldn’t believe it. She felt the large member fucking her, the wet sounds as her tunnel was filled with their combined cum. If this kept up this boy just might kill her, but damn what a way to go.   Peter’s hands covered her breasts in the black material as she felt what felt like tiny teeth or fingers as they bite, chewed, pulled and all kinds of things to her breasts. She lost the ability to think as she just moaned like a whore, letting him do what he wanted with her body. She had never been so dominated in her life she wanted to fuck him for the rest of her life.   Peter kept fucking the red haired vixen until she was so limp she couldn’t move. He pulled out as he stroked his shaft, the final blast of cum came out as he groaned in pleasure. His hot semen fell onto her breasts, her face and even her stomach.   By the end of it all Natasha was left breathing hard, covered in cum and sweat and she couldn’t even move at the moment. But she had never felt so sexually fulfilled in all her life, who would have thought this boy could fuck her like this? She knew she had a mission but if Fury knew about what Peter could do, he might lock up the boy. The odds of her having more of this seemed pretty low, plus there were other things to think about as well.   She still hadn’t sent a report back yet, at least nothing much. She could offer Fury something, at least some kind of explanation that would make him back off, for a little while anyways. There were other issues that he was focusing on and he couldn’t let her be here much longer. Normally she wouldn’t even think of doing this but she didn’t want to lose Peter.     Next up chapter 18: Kingpin’s return

Chapter 25 - Chapter 24: Plans in Motion

Spider-man: Dark Urges Chapter 24: Plans in Motion Fury was not very happy with how things were going lately, he had the usual problems on his plate that kept him busy but the one personal side mission he had given to the Black Widow that was the source of his irritation as he looked at the red headed woman sitting across from him. “Let’s take this once more from the top. I gave you an assignment to figure out what was going on with the Parker kid and now things have gone so far beyond fucked up that I don’t think there is a word for it.” He counted the points off on his finger, “First he gets a new look, okay nothing really major there. But then he starts to act a little differently and seemed to be able to do more suddenly. At least that’s what this analysis report on his file said. So I sent you to figure thing out but so far you haven’t given me much, which is surprising.” Natasha knew that Fury wasn’t stupid the one-eyed man knew something was up, thankfully she had prepared for this just in case. “Yes it was proving a lot more difficult this time around to keep an eye on him, although that only became worse when he went underground.” Fury looked at the latest reports, “Yes this wasn’t something anyone needed. Poor kid’s only living family member was found dead, the girl that lives with them gone and the other girl he knew also gone and the mother also found dead. Police said it looked like a kidnapping gone wrong but it was a hell a lot more than that. Mind telling me why you used our resources to find out anything about Wilson Fisk?” She nodded her head knowing that he would find out about how she had helped Peter but not the why thankfully. “I did some research into who might be targeting Parker as this seemed linked together. What I found was that Wilson Fisk is somewhere in New York City again, smuggled in for revenge. I don’t know how but he must know that Parker is Spider-Man.” “So he couldn’t get to the boy but got to his friends and family,” Fury never liked mafia types they played by their own rules and to hell with anyone else. It did fit although the report he had now was odd. “So why was it that you were tracked going to an abandoned building, well I should say partially abandoned since there were bodies there.” Black Widow was quick on her feet. She hadn’t know that Fury had been keeping an eye on her and she knew that she had left bullet casings behind not to mention bullets in a few gang members. If Fury had sent in a cleanup team to find out what was going on then she had to tell as much as the truth as she could. “I was following a lead to where the girls were when I got there it was already too late. Someone hit the place before I could and I found the Kingpin’s men already trying to clean up. I thought that maybe Parker might be captured so I engaged the enemy as best I could. I found a torture room and blood but no bodies. I was going to further my investigation into what happened and if Parker got out alive and maybe with the girls as there were two chairs and two missing young girls.” Fury looked at her for a long silent moment, he could read people but she was one hell of a hard read but something wasn’t sitting right. Mainly that the ballistics said that the men she had obviously killed hadn’t been too far from other bodies. Something wasn’t adding up and if he didn’t know any better he figured she might be lying to him. But with nothing concrete he would just have to keep a closer eye on her. Something about this whole affair was off, now there were reports of more spider powered heroes showing up. So far he had gotten the names of police reports as they called themselves Scarlet Spider, Shriek and Venom. Had Parker found a way to give others his powers or was something else going on? He needed answers and she was the best damn agent he had for it. So he would give her a little more rope but he would hang her with it if he found out she was keeping things from him. “Alright, keep on trying to find him and from now on all incidents are to be reported immediately.” He dismissed her. She stood and nodded as she walked out feeling a little uneasy, he suspected something she was sure of it and it might not be good for her to try and hide too much. She really wasn’t sure how she got into this whole affair but she couldn’t bring herself to betray Peter. It couldn’t be from just the sex could it? Okay sure she got earth shattering orgasms all the time but there had to be more to it. She had her own loyalties and yet here she was compromising one and thinking about turning on the other more secret one. The longer she was with him the more she didn’t want to hurt him and it bothered her. What was happening to her? At any rate he owed her big for this, she grinned as she thought about how. Her pager went off as she looked at the number. It was Tony Stark again, he had been actively asking her out and she had gone with it, he was okay in bed sometimes good but honestly she had only one person she wanted to fuck regularly and of all odds it was a sixteen year old boy. Lately she had been putting off Tony’s dates with excuses she knew her role but sometimes she just needed something that only Peter could give her. She paused as she considered her options as she felt a familiar longing. She would have to cancel Tony’s offer saying she was working late. Oh yes, Peter would owe her a lot after this. -Not long Later- “OH GOD!” Natasha screamed out, “OH FUCKING FUCK! YOU ARE TEARING ME APART YOU BASTARDS!” Currently she was naked her athletic firm and sexy body covered in sweat being pressed against two males. She was on her side as Eddie was behind her and Peter in front of her; both were in full suits as they used the symbiotes to do what she loved, giant cocks. She had a weakness for it; she didn’t care what happened to her as long as she was stuffed to the max inside of her. She always wanted to feel her body being over stuffed and now with two men with these wonderful suits she could finally get what she wanted. They started off with some foreplay, them using her sexy body in any way they wanted. She didn’t mind as she knew what was coming and anything would be worth it. Her ultimate fantasy was finally going to be realized to finally have sex with two well hung men. They had played with her body as she had them use their suits to give them extremely large cocks for her, she couldn’t even deep throat them because they were so large and she tried oh how she had tried. She ran her tongue over both huge members to make sure they would wet enough to slip inside of her body. It would hurt no matter what but she didn’t mind pain she just wanted those huge fuckers inside of her. Now here she was feeling her throat going hoarse from screaming in both pain and pleasure as it felt like her body might break apart. Peter’s dick was felt like someone was shoving a baseball bat inside of her cunt. She felt the huge tip slamming past her cervix to slam painfully into the top of her womb but she still loved it. She wasn’t sure if her womb could get bruised but it was well on its way not that she cared. Eddie prick was nearly as large as he had pushed it into her ass, she felt like he was going to burst out of her throat at any moment that it was going so far up into her. She was sure she might be bleeding slightly from being over stretched, again she didn’t care. She thrashed around as her body was going crazy with lust. If they kept this up she was sure she was going to die but if this was death she wanted to live like this forever in the afterlife. Through the small membrane that separated her ass from her vagina she could feel the dicks pressing against each other, it was almost like being fucked by two dicks at ones in one hole. The next thing they knew was that she was shouting out in Russian as they fucked her. “What’s she saying?” Eddie asked although he found it kind of hot how she was screaming out in another language. “No idea,” Peter told him feeling his enhanced cock being gripped by her vagina. It was going to take some time for her pussy to get back to normal size from all of this. But she was so very wet, there were slick sounds from how his cock slide into and out of her body as it still seemed to be trying to suck his cock up whole. “Don’t you dare stop fucking me you fuckers!” She yelled at them in translation. She was so closer to her best orgasm yet, she already had three already and they still hadn’t finished. “Fucking bitch, I’m going to cum so hard in your ass,” Eddie grunted as his hips smacked into her finely toned ass with smacking sounds. She cried out more as she grabbed onto anything that she could as she was driven insane by the sensations her body was sending to her mind. After a few more minutes the boys were finally reaching their limit. She could feel them hurrying in their fucking as they moaned and cried out as they hurried to fill her with their cum. Peter was first as he cried out as she felt his dick throbbing as she felt his warm semen shooting into her body with more force than she had thought possible. She gasped as her eyes widened and her whole body shook from the orgasm that was induced from her body coming into contact with the altered cum. Her whole body tightened up, this causing Eddie to grunt as he thrust himself as deep as he could go shooting into her bowels for everything he was worth. This only caused her to roll her eyes into the back of her head as a second orgasm hit her during her first one. She was lost in orgasmic bliss as she finally went limp panting hard. Peter pulled out as he was panting as well from all the work. He got off the bed as Eddie followed suit. Looking at the red haired woman on the bed who was twitching slightly with a huge smile plastered onto her face, her large ample breasts heaving as their cum leaked out of her pussy and ass onto the bed sheet. Both of her holes were slightly gapping from the sheer sizes that her body had accommodated they were slowly going back down to a more normal size but it would take some times before they closed up completely. “Fuck this bitch is crazy,” Eddie stated as he looked on lustfully at the woman but she was also one of the sexiest women he had ever seen. “Tell me about it,” Peter told him pulling back his costume to leave himself naked. “I swear she won’t be happy until she fucks someone with a dick that will spear right through her body.” “Would be a last fuck for her if she did,” his friend commented. “So what’s next?” “You can handle the rest I want to check on things.” Peter told him. Venom only grinned at him at the change to fuck this woman, she was as great as any porn star and thankfully with the suit he had the right equipment for her. Looking at the large black penis he had he wondered how much she could take. Enlarging it slightly more he got back onto the bed and inserted the tip. “Ugh,” Natasha’s head moved back as he back arched as she felt something new and large entering her again. “Time for the next round!” Eddie lunged in all the way, his huge dick slamming through her cervix to crash against the top of her womb. Black Widow screamed in response to the pain as she became wide awake. “ARRRGH! You fucker! You fucking beast!” She screamed at him as she wrapped her finely tone legs around his waist. “God you’re suck a slut!” Eddie grinned as he rammed himself into her. “American pig!” “Russian whore!” “That all you got!” She challenged him. He only smiled as he stopped and took hold of her waist. “Let me show you a little trick I’ve been picking up form the others.” She wasn’t sure what he was getting at until she felt the large cock in her shift and change, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling but she was being stretched out even more. She grunted as she strained against the feeling. Then she felt it, she felt the dick in her split into three then all three started to move inside of her. The main one thrust normally but the two others, they seemed to be going for her fallopian tubes. Her whole body arched and lifted off the bed as she screamed out as he fucked her like a living sex doll. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she became more of an animal in heat than a human by this point, lost in her lust as she craved the pleasures of her body. As Peter left Eddie to finish off Black Widow, he had feeling like he had enough, well for the moment anyway. Going out of the bedroom naked he saw that MJ was in the kitchen area cooking. Having the suit form some simple clothing he walked up behind her smiling. She really was a good cook and she had started to cook the meals lately. Of course others tried to help out but for MJ it was just something for her to do since without going to her job or school the only time she got out was to be the Scarlet Spider. Peter could relate, sometimes it felt like they all got cabin fever at times. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist as he breathing in her hair. “I thought you wouldn’t be finished for a little bit longer,” she smiled feeling his warm breath against her. “Needed a break, thankfully Eddie can handle the rest. Where are the other girls?” “Out,” MJ shrugged as she continued to choke some vegetables. “Felicia is hitting one of the Kingpin’s operations and Gwen went with her.” “You know with all the places we’ve hit I’m surprised he’s still got so much going on. Just when we think we make a dent more show up.” Peter sighed as she rested against her back. “We still haven’t found the bastard yet.” MJ was quiet a long moment she had her own fears about all of this, what if they never found him? What if they had to spend the rest of their lives hiding from the world and always being careful? She didn’t like feeling so helpless, she never wanted to feel helpless again. She wanted to end this so she and everyone else could be free and finally get their lives again. To pick up the pieces and build something new, although she had no idea what that would be. “Peter, have you ever thought of what it will be like when this is over?” She asked him. “I mean when we can stop hiding, how will we explain things? Plus I don’t want to live with my dad, I’ll never see you again since he moved and what about you and Gwen?” Peter carefully caressed her arms and slowly turned her to face him as he saw the tears in her face. He gently kissed them away as he placed his forehead against hers. “Felicia has an idea, you know all the money we’ve been taking from the Kingpin right?” He saw her nod. “Well she’s going to use it to set up her own company. Hardy Enterprises and through her we’ll have access to everything.” “Wait really? I won’t have to go back to that stupid job in the mall after all of this?” MJ was happy about that she hated that job but what else could she do? “Oh yeah, plus we’re thinking that if we throw enough money in the right places, she’ll be considered our ‘legal guardian’ after all if there is one thing I’ve started to learn is that there is a price for everything. The plan is that we get a new place, clean this one out so there isn’t a single trace of us ever being here and we all start over.” He smiled at her as he cupped her cheek. “We’ll have everything to ourselves, a whole new life for all of us. No one to watch out for, no one to hide our secrets every day and no one that will get hurt because of it,” he remembered all those that had gotten hurt and killed and he never wanted to see that again. Mary Jane hugged him tightly, a new start for all of them that was just what they all needed. “I love you.” “I know, I love you too,” he hugged her back feeling the first real peace he had felt since his aunt’s death. “Peter do you remember the promise we made?” She asked him looking into his eyes. “Which one?” “That you’ll marry me,” MJ remembered how they had promised this before, once when she had run away from home when things got bad, she asked him to run away with her. To marry her and just leave everything behind, although she knew she wasn’t thinking straight at the time she still wanted that. “I want to be your wife one day, I want to have kids and everything with you.” “You do?” Peter smiled again. “I’d want that too.” MJ felt happy but she had to bring it up, “But I guess we won’t be alone in that will we? I mean eventually we’ll have kids but given how the suits need, well sex, I know that we’ll still be needed sex from whoever we can get. I can’t promise you that if I’m your wife that I can stay with just you and I know you can’t do the same. Hell we both sleep with a lot of the same people constantly.” Peter rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah...it’s going to get a bit complicated isn’t it. But I still want you as my wife MJ, I’ve always wanted it and I promise that no matter what kind of life we have, I will always be there for you.” That was good enough for MJ, she had months to come to terms that their lives together would never be normal. So if they had an open marriage so be it but in her heart Peter would always come first for her and she knew that for him it was the same for her. She kissed him tenderly as he returned it, this wasn’t a kiss of passion but of love. “Too bad we can’t get married until we’re eighteen,” She sighed. “I would love to get married to you.” “Well just wait and see, we have lots of time.” “Yeah...although promise me that I get to have your first child okay?” She said in a more serious tone. “If I’m going to be the official wife on paper at least I want that much.” Peter laughed a little, “Sure, I don’t plan on it anytime soon but you really think I’m going to knock up everyone else?” MJ gave him a steady look, “You do know that eventually Gwen, Felicia and Kitty might want something more right?” “Uh...” That hadn’t occurred to Peter honestly who would think that when you’re with so many women that all of them might one day want...kids. “Oh boy...” “Right you better remember that one day,” She told him seriously. “I mean sure, I think Gwen and Eddie are kind of getting pretty close that she might one day have one with him if I guess right but you should keep this in mind. Our future will never be just the two of us so you should start thinking this through.” “Yeah...I guess you’re right,” Peter had a lot to think about now. It was a good thing that Felicia came up with this idea of hers because it looked like they would need it soon. But before they could move ahead they needed to deal with the Kingpin. They just needed to figure out a way to flush him out so far all the men they had interrogated didn’t know much. All they kept doing was going from crime ring to crime ring shutting it down, taking anything that wasn’t nailed down and then trying to find the next lead. Even Peter was getting sick of it. Mary Jane saw the worried look on his face and ran her hands over his chest, “Hey there Tiger, we’ll get through this right?” Peter nodded his head looking at his beautiful red headed girlfriend, “Yeah I’m sure of it.” MJ loved just being held like this by him it made her feel safe, loved and secure all at once. She could smell the scene of sweat and sex on him as he hadn’t showered yet. “So I take it that Eddie and her will be awhile then?” “Kind of looks like it,” Peter admitted. MJ sighed as she pulled away, “Well with everyone gone I can put this off for a bit longer.” “You know you always were a lot smarter than you thought,” Peter grinned at her as she smiled back. He paused a second, “actually maybe there’s something I can get your opinion on. There’s an idea I thought of lately, it’s risky and well...kind of really illegal...” “I think we’ve pasted really illegal awhile ago I think,” MJ told him given all the kinds of things they did. Okay sure they were for a good cause and they were against criminals but some might not see it that way. Peter told her his plan and she could see why he thought it was risky. “Are you serious? Peter that’s...okay I know we’ve done some questionable things but that’s major plus are you sure you want to do this, you are the one that put him in there to begin with you think he’s going to be happy to see you? Plus I thought you said he was nuts?” Peter scratched the back of his head, “Well I thought that once, but after everything well let’s just say I can see his point.” MJ didn’t say anything as she thought about his words and knew that he had a point. Not to mention he would be a good addition and who would hate criminals just like everyone else in their group. She sighed as she figured that Peter had planned this out for a reason. “You’ve been planning on doing this anyway right?” “Well a bit but I wanted your input before I even actually did anything, I’m still planning things out but when we finally finished things off with the Kingpin I think we’ll need all the firepower we can get our hands on.” Next up Chapter 25: Breakout    

Chapter 17 - Chapter 16: Symbiote Talk

  Spider-Man Dark Urges   Chapter 16: Symbiote Talk   Peter was in at his secret place in Manhattan just needing a little break from everything. It had been a week since his adventure with the X-Men and already that sex video of himself and Kitty was pretty much viral. It seemed to be downloaded more times than the Pamela Anderson tape or any other sex tapes of celebrities. Kitty was mortified of course, he talked to her when he could as she was having a rough time. Apparently she was getting a hard time by some of the others.   Then there was her mother who was horrified. Peter was glad his mask had stayed on and that Kitty hadn’t said his name but he was still feeling lousy for how it happened. Sure she started things and they hadn’t known there was a camera but still, he felt like she was getting to worst out of it. He did offer her this place if she needed some time away, which she was grateful for.     Peter was currently looking through data he had on the symbiote at his place in New York.  The data that Gwen got for him from Eddie’s computer was worrying him. Although Peter had been helping Eddie, the other boy was considering human experimentation to get more raw data. Peter knew first hand what effects but Eddie didn’t know. Maybe it was time to finally come clean with him, after all another person helping him to figure the suit out would be good.   He kind of wished that he could just ask the suit what it was doing to him.   ~Then ask~ a voice said in his head.   “The fuck!?” Peter jerked up in his chair looking around. “Who said that!” ~I did~ Peter paused for a moment as he looked around, was it some kind of telepath or something? He did have experience with that from before but this felt different. Normally when a telepath entered your mind you could feel a strange sensation of someone ‘pushing’ in. This felt totally different, like it was already there.   “Hello?”   ~I am here~   “Okay...whose is here?” Peter really hoped this was some kind of telepath and not him having some sort of mental breakdown.   ~I have no name, I believe I am the creator of the creators. You are the descendent of one of the creators. Also your sanity as far as I understand it is not in jeopardy~   Peter thought about it for a moment trying to piece together what he was hearing. Then he thought that he finally got what was going on. It was scary as hell but he always had a theory about this but not to this extend. “You’re the suit!?”   ~Correct. I am the organism bonded to you. You are my host, the son of one of the creators~   “You can talk,” Peter said flatly to himself.   ~Incorrect, I can communicate now through our bond. But I cannot speak as you do~   “Yeah okay I get that,” Peter said slightly annoyed. How can this thing be so literal? You’d think it would have picked up more being in his head. Then again the thought of something being in his head this whole time looking through who knows what, was just really creepy. But he knew the suit was altering him, maybe in some way he was altering the suit as well. Evolving it in a way no one had seen coming, to actually develop a mind of its own. The scientist in him was bursting with ideas and questions, while the rest of him was trying not to freak out.   “Okay, so you can communicate with me. Why now?” He asked it.   ~It took time. Time to grown and learn, I was not fully aware of what I was. Only acting on instinct and design. I have only just learned how to communicate with the host~   “Okay then,” Peter needed a moment to think on things. “Okay here’s something. What’s going on with me? I mean hell, I’ve either raping or having sex with all these women and they don’t mind. Hell the girls are even getting more into things. Why the change and what’s the point of it all?”   ~First is for food. I feed on the what goes on through your brain during the acts of what you call sex. I hunger and it is only through that, the hunger is sated. As for the females, I looked through your mind and saw that you desired them, the primal part that is kept surprised. It demanded females for procreation~   “Procreation...wait a minute! I’m way too young to have kids.” Peter started freaking out as he thought of getting MJ, Gwen, Felicia and even Kitty and who knew else all knocked up having his kids. Plus there would be no way on hiding it and what would his Aunt do? She’d freak out of course but honestly he couldn’t blame her. “Okay look, there is no way I want to have kids.”   ~Not yet that is true, but looking through you as my Host I’ve found out that eventually your organic brain will want that and I will be forced to comply~   Peter paused again as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Okay look I know that biologically yes but not now, at least give me a heads up if that starts to happen.” Peter knew that the male sexual drive was basically to have sex with as many women as a way to passing on their genes to the next generation with improved odds. But you’d think that humans were more evolved, well apparently not.   ~Acceptable but I will need to spawn at one point~   Peter’s head snapped up so fast he might have snapped his neck if it was any faster. “What!? Okay you...what does that even mean?”   ~I am not sure, but being bonded to you has resulted in things I don’t think were originally meant in my construction. I learn language as well as other things but you’re instincts have been passed on as well. Soon one of the women will be used to give life to another~   “Another...another you or something else?” Peter had mental images of that movie The Fly with some freaky half human or half monster thing.   ~Yes, another like me but I need time to prepare. There are benefits to this~   “Like what?” Peter asked starting to feel a little strange talking out lout to a voice only he could hear. He was thankful he was alone or else someone would think he was totally insane.   ~The woman that gets it will have abilities. We can enhance humans, that person will be protected when you are not there. Protecting your makes is also another thing I now understand. So I wish to protect one of them~   Peter thought about it but something hit him. “Well why don’t I just take more of the rest that’s locked up at the lab? I can use what’s there you know.”   ~Yes but it would be...young...inexperienced. My spawn would know everything I know~   Okay that might be a plus given how long this thing took to get to talking. Actually now that he knew this was alive was it really right to keep calling it a ‘thing’? It had a mind its own, even it a bit basic from what he could tell. But it was a life form, maybe he should name it, he could call it Harvey as a joke at least until he thought of a decent name maybe.  “So why only one?”   ~Limited supply of myself, I can only do one once by myself.~   “Well okay then...man now I have to wonder what to tell the girls...or the doc...or Brock...damn this just seemed to have gotten more complicated.” Peter sighed thinking on what to do now.   -SHIELD-   Nick Fury was looking over various reports all about young Peter Parker. That boy had a lot of potential and Fury was looking on moulding the boy into something he could use in the future. But currently the people that kept an eye on him reported some changes. First had been that black costume he took to wearing. Also analyse from a currently taped battle, the eggheads that compared it to a previous one said that Peter had gained strength. They weren’t sure how or why either.   Then there were the reports of seeing him with different girls, the whole sex tape of that mutant girl had been amusing and he was pretty sure that was being passed around by some members. But what he really noticed was the strange things Peter had been seen doing. The new suit he wore actually moved somehow. That was technology that he wasn’t aware of and any and all unknown tech was something he wanted to study.   Plus all the other strange things that had been going on, it was time to get a closer look at Mr. Parker and see what was going on. The only question was with who to send.   There was Janet, after all she had helped him in the past but in all honesty he wasn’t sure this was the kind of operation for her. She wasn’t a spy and she might object to certain parts of the mission and would ask too many questions. If he sent her, she would most likely tell the other Ultimates about it and then he might have them too interested in things.   So she was out then and if he got right down to it there was really only one other person. Black Widow had been useful in the past, she had gotten one of Parker’s web shooters, interesting things those turned out to be. So if Parker had created something else new then she would be the perfect operative to get it. His choice made it was time to call her up and give her the new mission.   -Later-   Peter wasn’t sure what to think, the suit had told him a lot about what was going on. It led to some interesting thoughts on the human mind and how it worked. It was also kind of scary as now he knew that the suit had been feeding on the more primal parts of his mind. That everything that had happened had actually be just the hidden dark thoughts that most people have but had kept in check. Now things were different, he felt needs and desires that he hadn’t felt before. Well some of them at least, lust and sex was normal for a teenager but not to this point.   Well maybe he would just have to learn to live with it, he knew that he had changed. He wouldn’t think twice about finding some hot woman and raping her to fulfill his needs if he needed to. Thankfully with all the women in his life he didn’t need to do that anymore. Plus with Black Cat and Kitty, he found he could easily just seduce women. Either they were already attracted to him and he could seduce them into sex but also like he had with Black Cat he could slip in some of his cum to get them horny.   He figured if he could keep his urges under control and the suit ‘feed’ then he could manage. The whole thing with the suit getting ready to spawn and not only that but after that he would be able to control if he could get a girl pregnant if he wanted to. Not that he did, at least he assumed not any time soon but human nature would require that at some point in the future.   “Peter what’s wrong?” MJ asked him taking him out of his thoughts. “You’re thinking about something again.” She told him as he looked down. They were in the bedroom of the Manhattan apartment with her on her knees one hand on his cock. She had been giving him a blow job in order to get him ready, actually he had already came in her mouth as she had swallowed a load already but since the suit Peter could go a lot of times as his body seemed to be a like a factory that reproduced enough cum that the girls were amazed that his body could hold that much in.   It was a bit of a joke among the girls that if Peter didn’t get laid the blue balls that would result could end up causing internal injuries.   Felicia and Gwen were on the bed using a doubled headed dildo with each other. Given the little shopping trip the girls made with a side trip to a sex shop, they now had plenty of toys to play with. Both women were sitting facing the other holding themselves up with their hands as they thrust back against each other. The dildo buried deeply inside of them, it was already covered with their juices as the girls were getting really into it on the bed.   “Oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me!” Gwen said thrusting her hips back and forth. “God I love this thing!”   “Thought you might-ugh-like this-ah-fuck-yeah right there! Like this-ugh!” Felicia grunted out sweat covering both bodies slightly.   “OH god I’m cumming-I’m cumming,” Gwen closed her eyes as she felt the large phallic hitting her insides her flat stomach clenching and flexing it as her body felt the need for release. Her hips jerking quickly for a few moments and then she paused as her head dropped back. “Awwww gawwwwd.” She moaned out as her cum started to leak around the dildo.   Felicia was panting as she was close as well, using one hand to grip one of her large breasts massaging it hard as she could trying to get herself off.   “You cum a little quick,” She smiled at the young blonde. “Damn you’re turning into a little slut aren’t you.”   “If I am I’m enjoying it,” Gwen smiled in sexual bliss.   As Peter watched them and looked down at the red head in front of him he decided on something. That he might as well enjoy things, hell she should be enjoying himself. There were two hot women over there having sex and another on her knees sucking him off and here he was not even thinking about it. Sometimes he wasn’t sure where his priorities where at times or why they were messed up. He smiled down at MJ seeing her free hand was already on her mound feeling herself up.   “You know, it’s not important,” Peter said to her helping her up.   “That’s good,” she smiled as she wrapped her arms around him. “It’s not good to have your mind somewhere else when a girl is pleasuring you. It could make a girl think she’s not any good.”   “Oh trust me you’re awesome,” Peter told her as he grabbed her ass. “And I’m going to prove it.” He lifted her up easily enough as she laughed in joy wondering what he was up to. He took her to the nearest wall and pressed her against it. He got her lined up and dropped her onto his cock making her sigh in content.   Then Peter started to thrust up into her young body, the wet feeling of her pussy sucking his dick in as far as he could go. Her pussy was always one of the best to fuck, he felt her hot breath on his neck and shoulders as she held him close, wrapping her legs around his waist. He fucked her against the wall as MJ held onto him for all it was worth. She felt his hard cock moving through her love tunnel with tremendous force. He picked her up to the point of only the head left inside, then he would drop her letting her body weight slam down onto his cock.   “Oh god-ugh-ah-oh-augh-ugh-ugh-ahh-Peter! It’s-uh-so good! You’re almost-argh-in-ugh-my womb!” MJ cried out feeling his cock slammed into her cervix.   “Then how about this!” Peter added some of the costume to his cock covering it in the black substance as it increased in size slightly but in length added a bit more. He gripped her tightly as he slammed her down with enough force to spear his penis past the cervix and slam into her womb.   MJ’s eyes bulged out as her mouth opened in a mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure. She closed her eyes tightly as her mouth opened in a silent scream as Peter fucked her like this. She felt his organ invading her as deep as it would go. It was almost like Peter was raping MJ again like that first time but still different. She let him do what he wanted with her body, feeling him overpower her, dominate her, it was turning her on as he violated her inner most depths.   She couldn’t say anything as she kept screaming and crying out with each thrust. She felt him picking up his pace and knew that soon his cum would shoot directly into her womb filling it. She looked forward to it, knowing that his cum gave instant orgasms. She held on feeling like Peter was going to break her but she didn’t care. Peter cried out and MJ felt the warmth fill her body as her whole body started to shutter.   Her mind was lost in a haze she was barely aware of what was going on as she slumped against Peter’s body. She felt herself moving but she wasn’t totally aware of where to. Peter carried her to the bed as he placed her onto it and pulled himself out. MJ made a mewing noise as he pulled out but he wasn’t done with the red head just yet. He looked up to see that Gwen and Felicia were in a slightly modified position.   Both women were on their backs, their cunts nearly touching each other with the dildo filling them to the fullest as they rocked against each other.   Peter looked down at the nearly passed out red head and he wanted more. He flipped MJ onto her stomach and pulled her to the edge of the bed so her ass was sticking at him and her legs hung limply. He impaled himself into her sex again as she jerked at the unexpected intrusion but soon was getting into it. She was moaning like a whore as her fists gripped the sheets as Peter fucked her again. After this time he would give her a rest and move on to the other two women.   Across the street on a rooftop one solitary female was looking at the scene with a pair of high powered SHIELD binoculars. Natasha Romanoff AKA The Black Widow watched the scene. She had an ear piece in her ear that was connected to a device that was carrying the sounds inside. Although she didn’t need sound to know what her eyes were telling her. It hadn’t been easy tracking down Parker, the boy wasn’t easy to find. Thankfully she knew who he was and just watched at first.   She saw how he had been with the blonde and red head at school, the files said one was living with him and the other was possibly a girlfriend. So she had placed a tracer on both to see if following one would let her know what Parker was up to. Although she hadn’t expected both girls to take a bus to Manhattan or enter into a high rise apartment building.   Finding the room had been easy with the tracers she had then set up and started watching. She had been surprised to see the adult woman with the white wig show up in that black suit. She heard the name Felicia and Black Cat. Then the really surprising thing happened, they had all gotten into a damn orgy.   There was woman on woman, Peter with one or more of the ladies (two just girls really) but then he did things with the black suit she hadn’t known was even possible. She would have to get a sample back to Fury, although she had to wait until they were done. The sounds and sights she was witnesses wasn’t easy either. It had been some time since she had some decent sex and although Tony looked like a good prospect she was surprised by Parker.   The women’s screams of passion and the orgasms were not fake no one that young could fake things that well. She felt her sex starting to get wet from all of this, it gave her an idea on how to get some kind of DNA sample from Parker to cross check what SHIELD already had to see what changes were going on. She grinned at the thought but first wait it out to get him alone.   Next up Chapter 17: Black Widow

Chapter 28 - Chapter 27: Fall of a King

Spider-man: Dark Urges Chapter 27: Fall of a King On a rooftop sat Peter along with Black Cat, Eddie and Gwen. They had been following the signal that MJ had on her until they came to this building and Peter couldn’t believe it he actually knew this place. He had been here before and no wonder they hadn’t found him, they hadn’t even thought to check this place. “I don’t believe it,” Peter muttered, “Isn’t this the same place where we were last time Cat?” Black Cat nodded this was the same place where she had broken that stone tablet that the Kingpin had and when she had nearly died in. It was an old building by the waterfront, that fall into the water had been the only thing that had saved her. Although when she had pulled herself out with a bleeding wound in her chest that had been a one hell of a day. It had taken everything she had to get herself patched up not to mention a good doctor to help with any scaring. There was only a slim white mark between her breasts now. She was glad that no one really noticed or at least no one commented on it. “So we go in right?” Gwen asked him. “Yeah myself and Felicia will go in up top, you and Eddie hit the middle,” Peter looked at the streets and saw a familiar van that seemed to be racing towards the lobby. “And Frank and Sable are about to hit the bottom.” The van kept racing down the street not bothering to stop as it smashed through the glass doors as a few men that were on guard duty had to scatter out of the way. The van ran into a front desk since the building used to be a small office building of a few stories of a man that once was going to sell the tablet to the Kingpin. After that the man sold the place and moved away, apparently the Kingpin had moved right in thinking that no one would think to look in a place that once belonged to someone else. The men inside didn’t have much time before one of the van side doors opened up and the Punisher came out literally guns a blazing. The men inside the lobby were overwhelmed by the surprise of it all and were hoping for the men on the outside to rush in. They never came since a woman in a long coat who had been walking the sidewalk pulled out hidden weapons shooting the men with the skills she honed in the years as a mercenary. Silver Sable slowly walked across the street scanning for any opposition, given that the Kingpin had control of this area she had no idea what kind of defenses they were going to go up against. Although it was a sure bet that some people in the police department would be told to keep the police away from this area for obvious reasons. Still they had to be quick just in case if all the noise was too much to ignore or if they called in more men from elsewhere. By the time she worked her way inside the lobby was filled with dead men as the Punisher pulled out a bag from the van. Looking around she could tell the skill from the Punisher was that of a soldier but there was something more about it. Only kill shots and she noticed men with wounds that weren’t fatal had bullet holes in their heads. Most likely they were executed after it, apparently he didn’t believe in wounding the enemy. She had killed before but that was because she had been paid, but then was that any better of a defense? Frank pulled out a few explosives as he walked over to the elevators, the plan was to simply blow the cables causing the elevators to either fall or become stuck as their emergency brakes kick in. He and Sable would hold the lobby to prevent anyone else from getting in or getting out. The rest was up to everyone else as they were infiltrating through the roof. -Mary Jane- Mary Jane tried to keep calm, she knew that the others were right behind her and she took strength from that. She had no idea where she was as the hood was still on and her arms were chaffing slightly from the cord wrapped around her wrists. She was just waiting for things to start to get noisy as she doubted that this was going to be quiet. She heard the door open and someone walking in, for a moment she was scared it was the Kingpin but the steps didn’t seem to be from someone that big. “Aw so here we are all alone,” the man spoke up she remembered him from earlier. “The boss is a bit busy said he wanted to make you sweat it out. I got other ideas in mind little girl.” He walked close enough to smell some kind of god awful cologne coming off him. He seemed to be right next to her and she actually heard him sniff her. She felt sick as she felt his hands on her shoulders caressing them. This asshole was going to rape her she just knew it, she felt the panic started up again. Torture had been bad but this was going to be just as horrible. She felt her symbiote wanting to unleash itself against this new threat. MJ hoped he would rethink things and go away giving Peter and the others more time. Then she felt one of his hands groping one of her breasts painfully as he squeezed it for only his enjoyment. That was it, she couldn’t take it anymore as her breathing was going harder and her fists flexing. “I’m going to enjoy you, I always did like them young and I doubt the boss will complain. After all when he’s done with you you’ll be dead or begging for it anyway.” There was a large crashing sound from below. “The hell was that?” Now MJ acted, she wasn’t going to be a victim again. Her symbiote unleashed itself as MJ easily broke her bonds and pulled off her hood. She saw the surprise in the man’s face as he went for a gun but she was already acting. She was a red and black blur of motion as she grabbed him and forced him into the wall. He managed to pull his gun out and fired a few times at her chest, she grunted feeling the impacts but the suit protected her. This man was going to do things to her she rather not think about and if she had to guess MJ wasn’t his first time trying something like this. It was an easy thing to twist her hand on his throat as she heard a sickening crack and choking sounds as he jerked and went still. She let him so surprised by her sudden reaction, there was a time she wouldn’t have done something like that. But after seeing her mother murdered, being tortured with Gwen, living in fear all this time. That part of her had been lost somewhere in all of that she did feel sick that she just killed but she pushed it away. There was still at least one more person that had to die today and that was the one she wouldn’t feel bad about. MJ heard gun fire and yelled and guessed that the others were already in here. She ran from the room and looked around in the empty hallway. She listened and went to where all the sounds were coming from. It wasn’t long until she came across Peter and Black Cat fighting their way through the Kingpin’s men. She joined in attacking the gangsters from behind as they worked their way into rejoining each other. When the last of the thugs were dealt with MJ ran over and hugged Peter tightly. “Are you okay?” He asked her gently. “I will be,” She said softly she just wanted to have a small moment in order to steady her nerves. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked to see Felicia giving her own support. Mary Jane nodded as she looked around. “Where are the other two?” “We split up,” Felicia said. “We’re going to meet up if we can but first we still have a certain fat bastard to find.” -Gwen- Gwen and Eddie were making their way through the building going through anyone that got in their way. Both didn’t stop or slow down although they knew their mission, Gwen had another mission of her own. She wanted to find that red glad bitch, she wanted to kill her and nothing was going to stop her. Soon they came to a split, Eddie went one way as she took the other. Not long down a hallway two men with submachine guns came around the corner firing at her. Although her suit stopped them from being lethal they did sting. She screamed as she jumped forward turning her hands into claws as she impaled them both through the chest. She threw them aside as she continue her search. “Come out here!” She screamed out. Then something slammed into the back of her head, it came so quickly her symbiote didn’t even have time to warn her. She turned just in time to see the woman she was looking for coming at them. Electra had thrown one of her sai at her head but it hadn’t been as lethal as she had hoped. The yellow and black creature before her, it struck out as Electra with a speed and ferociously but the woman was skilled and managed to dodge the attacks. Her metal blade tried to slice through the material, the blade went across the eyes of Gwen’s suit but her real eyes were protected. Still Gwen’s fury would not be denied, the woman was fast but Gwen would not let that stop her. The next time the blade went to stab her she used her suit to engulf the blade and the woman’s hand stopping her. “I got you now,” Gwen gripped Electra’s arm with one hand and punched the woman with the other. Her strength was more than a human’s at this point with the suit enhancing her physically. So her fist felt like a heavy weight boxer’s fist as it slammed into Electra’s face. Gwen gabbed the woman’s body and flung her through one of the walls. Slowly she walked through the wall as Electra coughed as she tried to get up. Her whole body hurt after that but she still tried to fight back. Grabbing a chair she got up and then quickly turned and slammed the chair into Gwen’s head. It shattered but it had hurt Gwen as she staggered back. Electra moved as quickly as her body could and with a flying kick sent Gwen back through the hole and onto her back. Electra saw one of her sai on the ground as she quickly grabbed it up and attempted to ram it straight into Gwen’s chest but Gwen hold of the other woman’s hand holding it back. “I got a surprise for you bitch,” Gwen told her as her other hand morphed into a long blade and stabbed into Electra’s body. The assassin coughed out blood with a look of surprise and shock as all the strength was starting to leave her body. Gwen pushed the woman off her as she now got on top of Electra. “This is for May you fucking cunt!” Gwen slammed her fists into Electra’s unguarded face and she kept on hitting her. She had no idea how long she just kept hitting her and screaming at her. Her whole world turned red as she lost herself in her rage. It wasn’t until she felt a pair of strong hands pulling her off that she started to snap out of it. “Enough she’s dead Gwen,” Eddie told her. “She’s dead.” Gwen blinked as she calmed down and looked at her feet, there was the body of Electra the blood had stopped coming out of the body wound but there was no way she could tell who it was anymore. She had just kept punching the woman way past the point of death. The woman’s face was so badly damaged you couldn’t tell it was a human face anymore. Blood was everywhere as Gwen noticed she was covered in blood. She just started shaking as all the strength left her, Eddie caught her and held her as Gwen just broke down. All the pain, anger and loss just seemed to break out of her as she started crying as Eddie held her. -Kingpin’s Office- The door to the Kingpin’s office burst open as Peter rushed in with Black Cat and MJ rushed in, the room had once been a board room as the three of them rushed into it. There were men with guns ready but so where they. Peter and MJ used webbing to take care of them. Black Cat moved with the grace of her namesake as she dealt her own blows. All of them worked their way to the back of the room where a very large man was waiting for them. The Kingpin has been on the phone giving his men orders given that a lot of his businesses were being threatened. When the attacks started he calmly started calling in his top men and told them to send some more over. He had an idea of who was attacking but he wasn’t taking chances. When the building shook from an explosion from the ground floor he had sent out Electra to help deal with the issue. Then the sounds of battle started to get closer. Now he could see the young Parker in a black and grey version of his Spider-Man suit, plus the Black Cat and that new female looking hero with some kind of red and black spider motif. He had heard of some new spider themed heroes and he wasn’t sure how Parker pulled it off but if they were like Parker they would go down just as easily. What the Kingpin didn’t know was that the symbiotes added a few new abilities one of them made the wearer bulletproof. He saw several hits but the suits seemed to actually stop the bullets. That had been unexpected as they started to take more and more of his men out. He used his massive frame and picked up the large wooden desk and threw it with surprising strength as Spider-Man and Scarlet Spider manage to dodge it as it smashed. However he did managed to get a hold of Black Cat and threw her against one of the walls. Unlike the others she was still a normal human with the human weaknesses. He loomed over her picking up one of his feet ready to smash it down onto the stunned woman. MJ noticed as she fired a web line at the raised leg and pulled with all her might. He was pulled off balance but he slammed his foot into the ground to steady himself. Fisk reached down to grab the line and pulled. Mary Jane was surprised by the strength of the man as he literally yanked her towards him. One of his massive ham sized fist slammed into her making her cry out. “I suppose that I will have to deal with all of you myself.” Fisk could see that his men were all down he wasn’t sure if they were dead or injured but they weren’t useful anymore so he didn’t care. He was going to crush all of them with his bare hands if he had to. Peter leaped at the large man attacking he remembered how strong the man was. He wasn’t just large because of fat the guy’s body was like steel. Thankfully Peter wasn’t the rookie he had been, he had a lot more experience now and the suit only enhanced his already impressive physical abilities. As Peter battled the Kingpin he found that the large man seemed slower than he remembered. Peter would dodge and then counter attack with vicious blows to the large man who seemed to only take them but also lashed out with powerful blows. Peter had to use all his agility and speed to avoid being hit by those massive fists. But Peter wasn’t interested in a fist fight, this man had caused them all so much pain and grief and he was going to be stopped for good. The symbiote forms small spikes on Peter’s fists as the next punches caused vicious wounds on the Kingpin. He cried out but Fisk wasn’t going to be stopped as a powerful blow glanced off Peter’s head. For Peter it felt like a piece of metal had just clipped him and not a fist, he staggered but he could still move well enough to dodge. He had to end this so when he got his chance he ducked under another blow and kicked at the man’s kneecap. There was a breaking sound as the large man roared in pain as he fell to his good knee his legs unable to support his large frame. He tried for a punch at Spider-Man but Peter dodged to the left and then slammed his own fist into Fisk’s elbow. With the arm useless Peter sent several punches into the large man’s face, he had to admit it felt good smashing up that face of his after everything. After a moment he stepped back to look at the bloodied and battered form of the man in front of him. Black Cat and MJ had recovered to stand near him as they looked at the once and mighty man whose name had been feared. In this moment he didn’t seem as scary, in this moment he was back to being just a man like any other. “So this is it then?” Fisk asked spitting out blood glaring up at them. He tried to get up but couldn’t, his leg was and arm were useless and one of his eyes were swollen shut. But he wouldn’t show them any weakness he wouldn’t beg. “What now, you’ll turn me into the police?” “I think we’ve gone way beyond that,” Peter said coldly walking up to the man. He grabbed him but his shirt. “When you came after my family and those I love you crossed a line with me.” “Oh? Has the little boy grown up and found that the world is a much darker place,” Fisk grinned at him. “So you have the taste of blood in your mouth now, how many of my men did you kill on the way here or did you even bother to count? Killing in cold blood without remorse, I know how that feels too.” Peter hated him more than ever now, this man had turned him into something that he never wanted to be but it was too late now. Had turned them all into killers, he had taken so much from them, things that they could never get back. “So how does it feel boy?” “You remember the first time we met?” Peter suddenly asked him. Fisk laughed, “You mean when you tried to take me in by yourself and you failed ever so spectacularly? Looking back I really should have made sure you were dead, it would have saved us all so much trouble.” “Yeah I admit not my finest hour and that was a mistake, one I’m not going to repeat as you don’t have powers that will slow you down.” Peter could see the slightly confusion on the man’s face before he threw him with all his strength out the large windows that made up the far end wall of the room. He crashed through it falling several stories until the only thing that stopped him was the street below. Peter took a look to make sure he wasn’t going to make the same mistake the Kingpin had made with him. The site was actually kind of sickening he had never seen someone hit the pavement from this high up before. He quickly looked away as he looked at the others, Eddie and Gwen had finally made it. Peter sighed feeling drained. “It’s over,” He told everyone, they could start rebuilding their lives without worrying about someone coming for them. “Let’s go home,” MJ told Peter as he nodded. Next up Chapter 28: Epilogue Yep it’s finally over, the last chapter is up I got other stories lined up and one-shots so hopefully those won’t take so long for me to get out.

Chapter 23 - Chapter 22: Recovery

Spider-Man Dark Urges Chapter 22: Recovery Mary Jane had no idea where she was or what was happening, her whole body felt stiff like she hadn’t moved in a long time. Her mind felt muddy and her thoughts swam, sometimes she felt like she was half asleep, other times half awake as she slipped from state to state. She had no idea how long she had been like that but slowly her mind started to focus again. She opened her eyes as she noticed the ceiling, it was the secret apartment that Peter had from that company. She knew it well having seen it many times, although usually that was with Peter on top of her thrusting into her as she cried out in joy, or when she woke up to the sight of it. She was confused because she couldn’t remember how she had gotten here. She could remember a horrible dream of her mother being murdered, her and Gwen being kidnapped and the terrible torture they had endured. It seemed like a nightmare but it had seemed so real. Groaning she swing her legs off the side of the bed as she held her head in her hands, she felt really stiff and she had no idea why. Then as her mind started to focus more she noticed something odd, her body not only felt stiff but different. She ran her hand over her face and instead of her face there was something in front of it. “What is...” She pulled her hand away and noticed her hand covered in a red and black material. Looking down she was covered in it. In fact it looked like the same suit Peter had on now. “What is going on?” MJ was starting to panic a bit as he found the light switch as the room had been dark. She noticed the clock by the bed and it was near midnight. She ran to the mirror by a vanity desk that the girls used for makeup and other things. “Oh god!” MJ covered her mouth or at least where her mouth should have been. She was covered in a red and black version of Peter’s suit, there was no real design to it but she was really confused and had no idea what was going on. “What is going on?” She yelled out. “MJ?” She could hear Peter calling out to her from the other room. “Peter!” MJ saw him run into the room in civilian clothing as he looked worried, she noticed the bags under his eyes but his face lit up as he ran to her and hugged her tightly. “Oh god you’re okay, I was worried about you and Gwen,” Peter told her and MJ could hear the fear and relief in his voice. “Peter,” She asked in a shaky voice, “What happened to me, why am I covered in this?” Peter pulled back and looked at her gently, “I’m sorry MJ it was the only way to save you and Gwen, you two were hurt really bad by the time we got to you.” “Got to us...” MJ’s eyes widened behind the mask as she remembered her nightmare or at least what she had hoped had been a nightmare but she knew it had happened. The pain and horror came flooding back to her as her knees lost their strength. He caught her as he eased her onto the bed. “Oh god it really happened didn’t it?” “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry this is all my fault,” Peter said angrily. “Because you were with me you got targeted by the Kingpin.” “My mom...” MJ sobbed a bit as Peter held her and rocked her gently. “I’m sorry MJ she didn’t make it, same with aunt May...” Peter had heard the news about it all, he hadn’t left the apartment since he wanted to make sure they were okay first. Black Widow had left as she couldn’t have stayed, most likely since Fury would want to know what happened with Peter and what was going on. She promised to help out as much as she could but eventually they would have to deal with Fury. Peter didn’t care about that for the moment, one of the people he loved most was crying in his arms and he felt totally powerless for the first time in a long time. Eventually MJ pulled herself together, a good cry was what she needed but when she went to wipe her face she paused. She wanted to touch her face and to her surprise the suit pulled back. She wiped her tears and noticed Peter’s surprise look. “What?” She asked. “Well you and Gwen have been out for three days but you look better than ever,” Peter was astonished by how healed she looked. MJ on shaky legs got up and looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised to see her face looking healed, she didn’t even have one pimple on her skin or any kind of blemish. She looked at her body and wondered about the rest of her. “Oh god I feel like a wreck,” Gwen moaned finally coming too. Both of them looked to the yellow and black suited Gwen as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. She noticed her hands right away and then looked at her body. “What the fuck!?” For the next hour Peter spent the time explaining everything to them. How they had been taken, how he found them and how he had tried to save them. They had been a little freaked out by how but they couldn’t really complain at the moment. Sometimes they would just huddle together for warmth and support, crying over what happened to them or their losses. Peter said that officially they were listed as missing. Apparently the police thought that both the Parker and Watson homes were the victims of home invasions gone wrong. After a moment Gwen had to break from them as she went to look at herself in the mirror. She looked herself over and then thought to the suit to pull back all the way. She stood there naked looking at herself, all her injuries were gone now as she ran her hands over her young body. She was amazed, it was almost like it hadn’t happened at all, but she knew it had, she still remembered most of it. “Was your ass always like that?” MJ asked out of curiosity. “Huh?” Gwen turned and looking at it in the mirror she ran her hand over it. It was a bit more toned, in fact, as she ran her hands over her body and her breasts everything seemed to be a bit better. There was no baby fat on her and she looked a bit more athletic, kind of like how Felicia’s body was like she figured. “MJ, get over here I want to see you naked.” “What?” “Not like that,” Gwen rolled her eyes as MJ stood up and pulled back the suit. Gwen looked over the red head and could see the same changes were starting to happen. “Huh, we look like we’ve been working out slightly instead of being in a coma.” MJ looked at her body and noticed it too. “Peter?” “I think the suits enhance people, we haven’t seen it on normal people so maybe...” Peter looked them over as he really tried not to get a bonner, they didn’t need that kind of thing right now not after everything but they did look great. “So where is everyone else?” Gwen asked still looking at herself in the mirror. “Eddie went out to get used to the suit more,” Peter told them. “Felicia went out to get some food she should be back soon.” “She’ll be in for a surprise,” Gwen smirked. “Kitty actually has been coming by to visit after school,” Peter continued. “She’s been worried sick.” “I want to give her a call to see how things are,” MJ said and then paused. “Do you think that’s safe? I mean we don’t know how they found us...” “Well...she’ll visit tomorrow so we can tell her then.” Peter had to admit that he didn’t like this paranoia but they had to stay under the radar. There was no telling how Kingpin tracked them all down but he was going to make sure that man couldn’t. Peter was going to find where the Kingpin was hiding and then they would all put an end to this, once and for all. 3 Weeks Later Peter and the girls were still laying low, they spent the time secretly breaking into their homes and getting any and all personal items, Peter was also helping them out with the symbiotes, Eddie also joined in as they soon were getting it down. They were also personalizing their suits lately, Eddie hadn’t changed much although he was using a giant white spider design. They all found that the suits allowed them to mimic Peter’s spider powers, even making fake webbing of their own. Gwen’s costume changed to a strange ink plot like pattern all over her body with it mostly being yellow, she grew a mouth of sharp teeth like Eddie’s form had and had added in long hair. She even added a little red into it, when MJ commented on that Gwen had just shrugged saying that she always wanted to try being a bit of a red head for once. Gwen had taken things pretty hard and kept it bottled up a lot, she had become a bit more darker now after the experience but they all felt that way. Peter reflected how all of them had changed and how the world seemed like a darker place. MJ hadn’t even been able to go to her mother’s funeral but had visited the grave late at night to say her goodbyes. They didn’t care much about school since they felt they had more important matters at hand. Besides, Peter knew he could graduate at any time and he could repeat a year anyway. Peter was currently looking in a full length mirror as he used his suit to change, first was the black version and then his red and blue version of his Spider-Man persona. “What’s wrong?” MJ asked from the doorway in casual clothing although he knew it was just her mind telling the suit to change into it. Peter looked at her and then frowned at his image, “I just don’t feel right wearing these versions of my costume anymore. I mean Eddie already has that black look down but after what’s happened...I just don’t feel like I can wear the red and blue anymore. I’m thinking of a change.” She walked over to him resting her head on his shoulder, she had been more physical lately, although none of them actually had sex (longest period ever they could all agree) she still needed some kind of human contact. “Why do you say that?” He thought about it for a moment, “I’m not the same person when I first started out. The old me wouldn’t have done half the things I’ve done, or killed someone.” MJ’s grip on his arm tightened at the mention of that man. “I’m glad you did.” She said darkly after what they had gone through she didn’t care that man had been killed, and she hoped Black Widow had killed the men that killed her mother but she might never know. “I guess we both have changed.” “I wish you didn’t have to go through that, you or Gwen, your mom or aunt May...” “I don’t blame you and neither does Gwen, we both know it’s all the Kingpin’s fault. He was the one that did it so when we find him we’ll deal with it.” MJ had also changed a bit, she wasn’t shy about her voice for killing the Kingpin. That man had ruined the lives of so many and theirs, the only ones she had left were the ones that lived in this apartment or visited. This was her family now and she wouldn’t let anything happen to it again. Peter gave her a smile as he looked at the image, maybe he could find a balance. He brought up the red and blue version again but this time he told the suit to change the coloring. The blue turned grey, the black webbing turned white as the red turned black. It was kind of odd but in a way it kind of fit, the black would be perfect for those that had died, the grey fitting for that his life that once was white and black had turned into a world of grey. “Oh I like it,” MJ smiled. “Really?” “Yeah, in fact check this out,” She took a step back as a red costume like his formed only there was a large black spider design on her front that had the legs move over her body and mirrored onto the back. “You moving in on my name?” Peter joked for what seemed like the first time in weeks. “Maybe, I just don’t know what to call myself,” She looked at the mirror standing next to him. “Spider-Girl seems  little too young, Spider-Woman could be nice...” “How about Scarlet Spider?” She gave him a look. “What? It sounds kind of cool.” “I’ll think about it,” She told him looking at them again, in a way they were closer now than ever. Now she could help him out as Spider-Man, in fact she couldn’t wait to get out there and punish the criminals of the world. -Roof- Gwen looked out over the city, so much had changed but she was getting used to it. She was having less nightmares now as she knew MJ and Peter were too but they all still needed one last piece of closure. To deal with the Kingpin once and for all and Gwen personally wanted to deal with that ninja bitch that killed May. The woman hadn’t deserved to die like that and Gwen couldn’t avenger her father’s murder but May, oh she would get it this time. “Nice view,” Eddie said coming up behind her. “You mean the city or my ass?” Gwen smirked. “A bit of both,” He said leaning on the rail next to her. “This is all so new but you know, in a way maybe this is also kind of like destiny.” “Oh?” “Yeah, I mean Peter’s dad and mine work on the suit and are killed because of it.” He said darkly remembering that day and it also reminded Gwen that he too knew what it was to loose important people. “Then I find the suit, Peter finds me and we work on it. He wears it and now I have it, now you and MJ have it, it’s like everything has been leading up to this point. We’ve been hurt by the world, we’ve come together and soon we’re going to hurt the world back.” Gwen looked at the city, it looked lovely and yet she knew down there people were either being cheated, robbed, raped, murdered. There was a darkness down there that people didn’t think about but now she could do something about it. Her father was a cop who died doing just that, Peter was a super hero, maybe Eddie had a point, maybe everything was leading up to this. “Now I just need to pick a name.” Gwen mused to herself. “I’ve picked Venom for myself,” Eddie told her. “I’m going to be poison for the criminals of the world.” “Nice and dark...I like it,” Gwen said as she could feel herself warming up to Eddie. Yes he was older than her but he had been a good lay and he was cute, plus now that he was a part of things she felt that she could like him more, maybe more than just a fuck buddy. She still loved Peter but maybe she could open her heart a bit more. She turned to face him, “Kiss me.” “What?” he was caught off guard by that, Gwen and MJ hadn’t done anything sexual for awhile, mainly because of everything they had been going through. “I want you to kiss me, then I want you to fuck me Eddie,” she told him running her hands over his chest. “I’m tired of feeling pain, I want to feel something else I want to feel alive again. Plus I haven’t been laid in three weeks so I’m fucking horny like hell so please.” Eddie leaned down and kissed her hard, she eagerly kissed him back holding onto to him pulling him in. They continued to heatedly kiss each other, both of them had their suits retract leaving them naked. She ran her hands over his hard muscles, the suit had obviously been making Eddie stronger with slightly better muscles, she was enjoying running her hands over his body. Eddie found her own body better than he remembered, her skin seemed softer and yet firmer. His hand grabbed her ass as she moaned into his mouth. Her own hand went down to grip his dick as she could feel it getting bigger in her hand as she slightly started to jerk him. He pulled her head away to attack her neck with his mouth making her cry out. It had been so long for her, she needed a dick right now more than anything. She quickly went to her knees as she ran her mouth along his tool making him moan. “I wonder how you kept sated all this time?” “Felicia helped,” Eddie admitted to sleeping with the woman, that had been one hell of an experience. She too needed something now and then so they were eager to help satisfy each other. “I’m going to have the thank her later then,” Gwen was going to personally do that herself when she could. She took the large member into her mouth bobbing her head back and forth. “Oh god this feels better than ever,” Eddie gripped her hair. What they hadn’t known was that the women’s bodies had been enhanced but not just physically, like the boys, their bodies now secreted the same chemicals the men did during sex. As Gwen’s saliva covered his dick, the chemicals went to work on Eddie. His penis felt more sensitive than ever as it enhanced the oral sex he was getting. In fact he was getting a mind blowing blow job from her at the moment. He gripped her hair as he thrust his hips, her eyes widened as the member went down her mouth and throat, if she hadn’t had the experience for this she would have choked on the choke, as is, she just barely managed to keep from gagging as he fucked her mouth. “Fuck...fuck this feels good...fuck!” Eddie fucked her mouth hard and fast, he couldn’t help it, her mouth just felt incredible. “oh god!” He threw his head back as she thrust his dick as far down her throat as she could take it. She nearly did choke from the cock and the cum shooting down her throat at this point. She gulped it down as best she could feeling the warm feeling that normally she only got from Peter. She could feel herself getting very wet now from the altered cum. She pulled out with a gasp, “Fuck Eddie you nearly killed me there!” She coughed a few times tasting his cum in her mouth as she spat some of it out. “Oh man I have no idea what happened there,” Eddie was breathing hard as he couldn’t remember cumming that hard before. “I don’t know why but that was the best head I ever got.” “Really? That was pretty standard for me,” She rose up feeling the nice cold air on her naked body. Her nipples were already hard from the sex but they were very sensitive now. She turned around to grip the railing as she spread her legs for him. She tossed her hair aside giving him a sultry look. “So you going to look or fuck me with that thing?” She asked him. Eddie could feel his dick twitching already, the suit giving him more sexual prowess than normally. It used to take him fifteen minutes to get ready for sex after he came but he was getting ready now. He gripped his dick giving it a few pumps getting it harder as he placed the tip of the head to her hot wet lower lips. Gwen moaned feeling him rub against her sex. “Don’t tease me Eddie, not now.” “You got it babe,” he took his dick with one hand as he helped to push it inside of her. Her insides felt as good as ever, hell they felt better for some reason. Again, Gwen’s juices were coating his dick with chemicals that were making it feel even better than normal. He took her hips as he gave her slow but powerful thrust. She grunted out with each thrust, feeling the large dick spreading her insides was just what she needed. She didn’t need to think about her pain, her loss or anything else. She could focus her mind on something else, on something great. For the first time in weeks she felt at ease with herself as she lost herself in the sensations. Eddie ran one of his hands over her young and fit body, up her spine, her side, he even gave her ass a small spank. “Ah!” Gwen jumped at the sudden hit to her ass, “Nothing that rough, just not yet.” She told him. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t thinking,” He paused in his thrusting realizing that pain she had gone through she might not like it too rough. “It’s okay, but don’t stop thrusting.” He gripped her hips as she ploughed her body again. “Oh yes...yes Eddie yes, fuck me, fuck me with that huge dick. Take me with that dick Eddie, I want something, make me forget, make me feel something!” Gwen cried out as her whole body rocked with from Eddie, her breasts swinging with her as she gripped the railing as hard as she could. “Oh I’ll give it to you, you little slut,” Eddie fucked her harder making Gwen cry out louder. “Oh god I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”  She threw her head back as she screamed out as her body shuddered, from so long of being denied anything sexual she was starved. Her pussy clamped down on Eddie’s penis as her own juices started flowing. Suddenly Eddie felt his own orgasm from out of nowhere, Gwen’s releasing of her juices had the same effect as Eddie’s cum hitting her, which it did. Gwen’s eyes widened as she had a second orgasm on top of hers as Eddie was lost in the pleasure. Both had the most intense orgasms of their lives, Eddie pulled out of her as they both fell to the ground panting hard. “What the hell was that?” Gwen asked after a moment feeling the sweat drying off her body. “I don’t know...” Eddie leaned his back against the cold metal of the wall. “Fuck me that was something, I mean with the suit it’s felt different but maybe that was because you got a suit yourself.” “You mean I’m not a sex goddess?” Gwen joked. “Well I think that already but it’s the only thing I can think of, not that I can think much at the moment,” he sighed leaning his head back. Gwen smirked as she went to sit on his lap holing him close to her, it was cold and he was warm plus she was in no way totally satisfied just yet. “Well how about some experimenting?” Eddie grinned, “Sounds like a plan.” He kissed her as she rubbed her naked body against his, tasting each other’s mouths as his hands ran along her back. She felt one of his hands going for a breast and sighed feeling his nice strong hands caress and grope it. His palm was rubbing the hard nipple as she shifted slightly. She placed her pussy against his semi-hard dick as she started to rub it with her dripping snatch. Her vagina was still pretty sensitive so the feeling of his penis rubbing it felt great. He grabbed her ass as he helped guide her along his shaft. He groaned feeling her grind against him like that as they ground against each other. She pulled away from his mouth as she pulled his head to one of her breast. He eagerly took her nipple into his mouth as he started sucking on it. “Oh yes, like that, I like it when someone sucks on them.” She told him holding his head there feeling his warm mouth on the sensitive nub as he licked, bit it gently and sucked on it. They continued like that as she felt him getting harder, when she felt that he was ready she took his hard shaft in her hand as she rose up slightly, placing it at her entrance as she came down on it, feeling him enter her once again as she was slick from their combined juices still inside of her body. She started to ride him as he gripped her his, as she held his shoulders as they fucked like that on the ground. “Ugh-ugh-ah-fuck-me-ugh-oh fuck!” Gwen grunted with each downward thrust feeling the head of his cock slam against her cervix with each hit. She loved how deep he was going. Eddie grunted with each thrust as he slammed the blonde haired vixen down onto his shaft over and over again. The girl was like a real sex freak not that he was complaining, he knew that fucking a girl that wasn’t even eighteen yet was wrong and could get him arrested if it got out. But he didn’t care, like he hadn’t cared that first time they had fucked in his dorm room. She was a great fuck, she was hot and he wanted her. “Oh yeah you ride that cock!” He shouted at her. “Oh god you’re so fucking deep in me Eddie!” “Damn right I am!” He could feel his balls getting ready to cum but he tried to hold off, this was just feeling too good he wanted to make it last as much as he could. The two continued to fuck for ten minutes of pure animal sex. But Eddie was at his limit he couldn’t hold back anymore. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum!” He told her. “Oh god, oh god, god yes! Fucking cum in me now, please!” Gwen wailed as she rode him as fast as she could as she was ready herself, she wanted to feel his sperm flooding her body, filling her womb to the brim. “Arrrggh!” Eddie held her firmly in his lap as he shoot his next blast of cum into her waiting body. She screamed as she came hard, arching her back while holding onto his shoulders so hard he felt her nails digging into his flesh slightly. He hissed in pain but it was lost in the orgasm as he filled the young woman with his sperm. Gwen fell forward still staying connected to him as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Wow didn’t know you could be such a screamer,” Eddie said running his hands gently along her bare back. “It was just fucking good, I can’t wait to see if this works with Peter as well as the girls,” Gwen sighed nuzzling against his warm body. “Still we might have to sound proof if you scream like that again.” He joked. She paused for a moment as something hit her, she smirked at the thought of something. “Scream huh...you know I kind of like the sound of that.” “What, scream?” He asked confused. “Yeah, I think I like that for a name,” She smiled at the thoughts of the screams criminals would make at her appearance it sounded perfect for her. She wiggled her hips looking at him hungrily. “You up for more stud?” “Jeez don’t you get enough?” “Oh we haven’t even started yet lover,” She told him kissing him. “What to try it with the suits on?” Next up Chapter 23: Symbiote Fun I'm not sure just yet what to call MJ when in the suit, I put out three options but if you the readers have an idea let me know or what you think works for her more.  

Chapter 16 - Chapter 15: Internet Sensation

  Spider-Man Dark Urges   Chapter 15: Internet sensation   MJ and Gwen were currently riding the elevator up to the apartment. It was hard calling it Peter’s as it was technically ‘Spider-Man’s’ from that one company. But then again they spent almost as much time here as Peter did. Hell they had spare clothing here in one of the dressers and part of the closet they had some stuff. The bathroom even had their own toothbrushes and other things. It was kind of ‘their’ place for them all. Plus it was nice to be able to just get away, much better than the old rundown building that MJ and Peter liked to use to get away from things. By this point even the people running the lobby were used to seeing the three teens go up and down. MJ thought that maybe they were paid not to notice what went on with the tenants.   “I still can’t believe you did that,” MJ smirked at her blonde friend/lover/’sister’.   “Well Eddie ain’t bad for a lay, you might want to give him a try,” Gwen smiled. “Besides it got Peter all the info on what Eddie is working on the suit material. It was a good thing too, looks like he’s hitting a wall and was thinking of human experimentation.”   “That would mean he would most likely try the suit on himself and if he did...” MJ trailed off knowing where that would lead to.   “Yeah so Peter is thinking about telling Eddie everything, and I do mean everything.” Gwen sighed although she had to admit. For a older guy who seemed to think a bit much with his crotch to fuck a girl in high school who wasn’t even legal yet (but hey now many other kids were still virgins at her age this day?) he wasn’t that bad a guy. If Peter felt he could be trusted with the truth, then so be it. Plus maybe she could visit him a few times on the side.   It was only fair, Peter got to fuck anything that moved and he couldn’t be around all the time to satisfy their needs. Needs that he himself had been altering in them from the suit, at least that’s as much as she could understand when he told her and MJ that he found the after effects of the suit. Besides the fact his cum could make you orgasm on contact, it seemed to increase your sex drive the more you got exposed to it. Plus for some reason she hadn’t had her period for some time, she asked MJ and apparently it was the same with her.   She was kind of worried that it might be making her sterile, but when she brought that up, Peter had explained it was more like some weird super birth control thing. From what Doc Connors had been experimenting with (Or with who little did she know) was that everything should be normal. At any rate given this, Gwen and MJ had an understanding with him. He could take any women he needed but if he brought them into the ‘family’ as it were, they needed to be consulted.   Which was another reason they were arriving here, Peter told them about his latest encounter with the Black Cat. He told them about her offer to help him take down the Kingpin’s hold on the city. Honestly they thought that taking that man down was a good thing. He had fled the country when Peter got that evidence on him and was still out there. It was kind of scary since the man knew Peter’s face, thankfully not his name. So if Peter could take away his hold of New York, then Fisk would have a hard time trying to get revenge. Also Peter didn’t like the idea of the man getting away with murder only to be inconvenienced. So now he was working with Black Cat as well as bedding her apparently.   He had a long talk with the woman, whose name apparently was Felicia Hardy. Peter told Felicia that the apartment was shared between him and his girlfriends. The two girls didn’t know what the older woman thought about it but apparently she was using the apartment as well. So while Peter went on a visit to Kitty Pryde, they wanted to meet the new member of the family.   “You think Peter will have fun with that Kitty girl?” Gwen asked with a smirk.   “Like you have to ask,” MJ said to her in good humour. “I wonder what she’s like? It can’t be easy you know, living her life and this is the first time Peter got to visit her.”   “Where as we see Peter daily,” Gwen said wondering how that poor girl kept going crazy without Peter. Besides the bed skills, which were still amazing, Peter was really just a nice guy. He treated both Gwen, MJ and anyone else in their group the same. No one was above the other and he made time for them all. Not many guys would do that, hell how many would take advantage of such a thing and just leave a girl hanging?   “Hey you hear that?” MJ asked as they entered the apartment. It was the sound of the shower being on. Both girls looked at each other, only a few people knew about this place. Silver Sable was supposedly still out of town (they e-mailed each other to keep in touch) so who was in the shower? They moved to the bed room. The very large and comfortable bed was a bit messy but it had seen worse days, usually after sex.   Mary Jane noticed the white wig on the floor and picked it up. Gwen picked up a black leather suit as well.   “You know this reminds me, you ever thought about black leather?” MJ asked seeing the suit Gwen was holding up. “I had this idea of dressing up in that with a mini-skirt and making my hair black for a special event with Peter.”   “Oh that sounds sexy, tape that for me will you?” Gwen grinned at the idea. They heard the water turn off and soon a new figure walked into the room. Felicia Hardy stood there in all her naked glory, drying her athletic body off. She paused seeing the two girls there.   “Felicia Hardy AKA The Black Cat, I presume?” Gwen asked showing the costume. “Peter didn’t mention you were here.”   “Ah, let me see. You would be Gwen and the red head would be Mary Jane then,” The older woman said putting faces to the names. Peter had informed her of this little group of women he was collecting. Plus she had seen a video tape she found. Apparently the kids like to tape their sessions here for kicks. Looking the young girls over, she could tell that Peter was happy. They would grow up to be real heart breakers if they filled out a bit more.   “Hope you don’t mind me crashing,” She said going over to some underwear. A skimpy black silk pair of underwear that looked like they cost more than some of the clothing they owned. She pulled on the panties first, a thong that showed off her ass. “I had a long night and I just had to crash here.”   “Well it’s not a problem given that Peter said you could use it, just like for us.” Gwen said putting down the suit. “So you guys are going to take on the Kingpin again? That’s cool, I hope you get that fat bastard for what he did to Peter.”   Gwen remembered the story on how Peter had failed in his first try against the Kingpin. Beaten up, unmasked then thrown off a building. Not his best moment to be sure. She decided to see if there were any e-mails on the computer in the room. They had a few in this place, Peter kept on in his ‘work room’, a room for all his Spider-Man business. The one in the bed room was mainly for fun, this kept the other one from getting viruses and spy ware.   MJ looked at the dark haired woman, now in a matching bra. She was certainly sexy, kind of reminded her of Silver Sable, only with a slightly better body. Looking her over, MJ figured that Sable had a more physical appearance, with a commanding aura. Felicia had more of a sexiness feel to her, right down to the way she moved. Plus she wasn’t certain, but this woman looked to have better breasts than Sable too. Although not by much, but the bra pushed them together in a way that drew the eye.   MJ had to smirk to herself, there was a time when looking at a girl like this would have been gross. But with her new sexual desires, she was feeling more liberal with her sexuality. Sure she preferred to have a cock in her, but a woman could get her off just as well at times. At the moment she was thinking about what it would be like to suck on those breasts.   “Holy shit!” Gwen shouted out as the other two looked at her. “Guys get over here quick!”   “What is it?” MJ asked as she saw an unfamiliar web site.   “I found this site through this message board, it’s about some sick fuck that takes mutants and puts them into this island and hunts them down.” Gwen said in horror at what was being shown. “I thought this was just some bad rumour or something but here it is.”   Gwen had found a site that was pirating the actual site, this way people could see it for free. At least for now, given it was only a matter of time before things got shut down. They looked through it all and saw the latest clips.   “Are those the X-Men?” Felicia asked seeing one of the small clips.   “Yeah and wasn’t Peter visiting today, oh shit.” MJ said as they saw a clip with a black suit clad Spider-Man with them. “Shit he’s there.”   “OH man this is an hour old too.” Gwen said looking at the timer on it. She skipped to the end and they saw how things had ended. Peter and the X-Men were fighting the sick people in charge when things went dead. Apparently they were winning too. “God, he must be on his way back with them.”   “Hey what’s that one?” Felicia asked, one of the previous ones said ‘Spider-Man and Shadowcat XXX’ on it. “Play that one.”   -==Spider-Man and Shadowcat==-   Kitty couldn’t believe what was going on, first Peter was going to visit them but what happens? They all get kidnapped by a group of nut jobs to be taken to some island in a literal game of life and death. So far she and Peter were still together, although they stuck with their other names. They had no idea who was listening so she would only call him Spider-Man. So far they were hidden in a cave, they hadn’t seen anyone in over an hour. She was worried about everyone not to mention everything else.   “Hey are you okay?” Peter asked seeing how she was doing.   “Oh just fine,” Kitty said in a voice that said she was anything but that. “God I’m getting so sick of people trying to kill me just because I’m a mutant. I mean you’re out there as a hero and because of some stupid asshole you’re painted as a villain. What did we do to get this put on us, I mean my mom worries about me, people keep dying, and it’s just so stressful.” Kitty sat down holding her head in her hands. “Being an X-Man isn’t as good as I thought it might be.”   Peter moved next to her as he wrapped her up into a hug, she looked like she needed it. She relaxed a bit in his arms as she held him back. He had no idea that things were getting so stressed for her at the moment. “Anything I can do to help?” He whispered softly into her ear.   Kitty reached up to his face. “Can you pull back the suit from your mouth?”   “Like this?” Peter asked as the suit created an opening. Kitty then kissed him deeply and passionately. Not that he minded of course. Although she could have picked a better time for this she knew, but honestly she needed something else to take her mind off things, especially now. Kitty had been over stressed lately and also the fact she hadn’t had Peter sexually in weeks was driving her nuts. Apparently after Peter gave a woman enough of his chemicals into their system, they started to crave sex.   Kitty had been denied this for too long and it was making her crave him like an addition. Now that she was kissing him, her body was screaming out for more. She needed him again, she didn’t care that they were in danger. It had been too long since she had last had any sex, she could only masturbate to that one time so many times. She needed to feel more and took hold of her uniform top and phased it off her body, leaving her in a bra. That too was soon gone as well.   “Man that is so handy,” Spider-Man said as he saw her naked chest and dived in. He kissed his way to her breasts and started to fondle one while sucking on the other. Kitty’s head fell back as her skin felt alive when Peter touched her. Her mouth opened as slight moaning pants came from it. She gripped his head as she felt his leg between hers, she started to grind herself against it.   “I’m so glad that you’re wearing a skirt,” Peter told her as he reached under it and pulled on her panties. She phased her body just enough to have it slip off. Although it would be a major turn on for her if he had ripped them off her, but she would want them back after this. She gripped his head as she kissed him hard, while his hand manipulated the folder of her pussy. She moaned into his mouth in time with how he was rubbing her.   He took her with him as he sat on a rock that was just the perfect shape and height. He turned her around as he pulled up on her skirt. Already her inner thighs were slowly getting wet from her dripping pussy. He kissed her shoulders as his hands started to caress and tease her breasts.   “I got something special for you,” Spider-Man whispered into her ear. She was wondering what he had planned when the suit at his crotch morphed into a giant black dick. She watched eagerly as it pushed up into her wet hole. She moaned as she rocked her hips feeling full again. It felt even larger than Peter normally did, she could literally feel it expand slightly, stretching her out until it was almost painful to her.   Then he started fucking her, hard and passionately. Kitty rocked back onto him as hard as she could.   “Oh god! Oh god, yes! Fuck me, oh fuck me!” Kitty screamed out as she felt the large phallic inside of her young body.   “Here’s a little something extra for you.” Spider-Man said into her ear as he concentrated on the large black ‘dick’ he had in her. It started to alter shape to be ripped with small bumps on it. Kitty’s eyes widened as her young body seemed to convulsed as her body came. She came so hard she was actually leaking at this point.   “Oh god,” Kitty moaned out.   “We’re just warming up.” Peter said to her the hands on her breasts changed as well, the black suit started to cover her entire breasts and she felt like they were being massaged by tiny fingers all over them. She felt like someone was rolling her hard nipples and sucking on them as well. Kitty could barely thing straight as he continued to fuck her as she rested back against him moaning sexily out. Then she felt something odd inside of her.   Peter forced the material over his dick to change again, now small tendrils were pushing even deeper now, they were small and thin as they forced their way past her cervix and into her womb. They started to gently rub and touch her in places no normal male could ever touch her. They gently stroked the sensitive flesh. Kitty’s mouth hung open as she tried to scream in pleasure but couldn’t as her eyes rolled back in her head.   Finally she let loose a primal cry as her body was being rocked by multiple orgasms. She was cumming again and again and she couldn’t stop. The way her pussy was throbbing against him, Peter couldn’t stop and fired off a huge blast of cum straight up into her. Of course she screamed like a banshee as she came again from it. By the end of it she was sweating all over and panting hard, her body still shacking slightly.   “Oh god...I...I think I can’t move...” Kitty sighed as she felt him hold her tight. “I think I needed that though, thank you...”   “Not a problem, although I think I’m still up for a bit more. You into a little hentai action?” Spider-Man was a bit worried someone knew of where they were. Kitty made a pleasant sound with a nod as she grinned. She had been hoping for this. Little did he know that a hidden camera in the cave had caught the entire thing live.   -==New York==-   The three females watched the entire bootleg copy of Spider-Man fucking Shadowcat. They watched the entire thing from start to finish and it had been very hot for them to watch Peter at work. Especially the second time when Peter started to use multiple phallic like tentacles from the suit. They had heard of this of course but they never had seen it in action like this yet. Kitty was taking them in her pussy, her ass, her mouth, they even wrapped around her waist, thighs and breasts.   “Oh god this is so hot,” MJ said looking at the screen as the video. “I never thought of taking more than one thing inside of me. How can she fit in three of those tentacle things inside of just her pussy like that? I think there are two in her ass but I can’t tell.”   “Thankfully they don’t seem to be as large as his dick,” Felicia said feeling aroused at the sight of it. “Makes me wonder what else that suit can do.”   “What do you think Gwen?” MJ paused and noticed that Gwen wasn’t next to them anymore. “Gwen?” She looked around to see her friend/lover on the bed. Her pants and panties were gone and she was thrusting two fingers inside of her pussy while her other hand fondled a breast. Gwen was lost in her own little world as she thought about all the things Peter was doing to Kitty, only doing them to her. The fingers inside of her were those black tentacle things in her mind. Soon her pussy was making the wet noises common with sex.   “Fuck...now I’m getting horny.” MJ said and looked to Felicia who was looking on in surprise. She looked to be caught between being fascination with what she was seeing and maybe a little unsure. MJ knew where she was coming from, Felicia was starting to feel the effects of Peter, she was started to lose any self-restraint and morals with sex. “Have you ever had sex with girls before?”   Felicia was pulled out of staring at the blonde who had started to really go at it now. “Well...not really. I mean I knew men liked it but I’ve never really been with a woman.”   MJ smiled, “You know it’s not so bad. If you want you can join Gwen and me.” MJ got up and pulled off her top leaving the red bra as she went to undo her jeans. “It’s a little strange at first but it gets really nice once you get comfortable.” She slipped out of her jeans now only in her underwear and socks. She moved to Gwen and pulled her hand away out of her pussy, as MJ started to give her oral sex.   “Oh yes, that’s so good Mary Jane.” Gwen moaned out feeling MJ’s mouth and tongue go to work. Having a partner was always better and MJ really knew how to use her tongue and fingers. She could feel the red head licking her folds and knew that this was just the start. Soon MJ would pry open her fold and get to work liking the pink flesh. She would flick her tongue over the clit, suck on it, maybe even bit it slightly as first one then another finger would enter her body. She would rub that g-spot that Gwen knew would drive her nuts. MJ also sometimes like to stick a finger up her ass, she would do it sometimes so Gwen was never sure what she was going to get.   Felicia watched on, it was odd to be here watching a pair of young girls having sex. Although she had just watched a sex tape of Peter and that Shadowcat girl, and that alone had her panties already slightly wet from watching. She had no idea that his costume could do those things, and she wondered what the hell he had been doing inside of that mutant girl. She looked like she had nearly passed out from it, the thought made her shiver. She had never had a lover that could do surprising things like that and who seemed to be making his own little harem. She sat down in the chair as she watched the girls.   They moved onto the center of the bed as they got into a 69 position, the red head on top of the blonde. Felicia couldn’t see everything but she could hear the sounds they made, from their moans to the juicy sound of fingers going into the wet pussies. She couldn’t help but feel herself being turned on by this, she never considered herself a lesbian but it just seemed that after Peter, she felt more sexual. Her nipples were still painfully hard as she started to toy with them. She moaned out as her sensitive nipples sent pleasure through her body as she watched the girls.   Eventually Gwen and MJ switched again, this time they were sitting facing each other, they had moved to press their pussies against each others. They were holding themselves up as they grinded their crotches together. They were really going at it, both of them were working up a slight sweat as the room filled with the musk of sex. Felicia by this time had slipped her fingers into her panties as she started to finger herself. Her hips gently rocking as her fingers fucked her own sex. By the time everyone had came, Felicia was feeling the need for another shower soon she mused to herself.   “So you just going to sit there?” Gwen asked grinning as she was looking at the older dark haired woman. “If you’re going to play with Peter, you’ll have to learn to share and to play well with others.”   For a moment Felicia thought about it, she was still horny so why not? She smirked as she stood up and peeled off her wet panties form her body.   “God I wish I had a pair of those.” MJ said looking at the sexy underwear. “I think they would be great to get Peter in the mood, not that he really needs it.”   “After, how about we go for a little shopping then?” Felicia offered as she got onto the bed. She might as well get to know these girls better and what better way than to take them shopping for some new clothing? She put herself on the bed not sure what to do, which was kind of funny. She knew sex very well but with women it was totally uncharted experience. Gwen and Mary Jane both knew exactly what she was thinking, they had the same thoughts the first time too. So Gwen took one side and MJ the other, both started to caress and kiss the older woman’s athletic body and for Felicia it didn’t seem to bad at the moment.   Then one girl went to one breasts, sucking on it while the other did the same. It was quite a sight, an athletic with short dark hair moaning as two young teen girls, one a read head and the other a blonde sucked on her large and impressive tits. Gwen’s fingers went to manipulating Felicia’s clit, while MJ started to rub the folds of the woman’s sex and eventually started to stick two fingers inside. If this was what it was like to have sex with these girls, Felicia was starting to think maybe she was a little bi after all. At least with these girls she seemed to be, she was certainly enjoying this.   This continued up until Felicia cried out in orgasm, as the girls brought her off. “Oh fuck I think I’m going to cum, harder girls, please fucking do it...harder...oh god...uh...ahhhhh!”   “Wow she’s really squeezing my fingers in there,” MJ said surprised as she felt the woman’s sex walls contract.   “I think we just got ourselves a new permanent playmate,” Gwen giggled seeing the woman’s blissful expression.   After she got over her orgasm, Felicia decided it was time to return the favour to the girls. They spent a good hour exploring each other’s bodies. By the end of it they all decided to shower off, they smelt of sex and sweat and they couldn’t exactly go out smelling like that. Thankfully the shower was large enough that they all just managed to fit. They would rub each other’s bodies with soap, sometimes being playful with each other. Touching here and there, caressing, kissing even, but it didn’t go much further. After all they could really have sex in the shower as they were, it was hard enough with just two people sometimes. Plus they were all fucked out for the moment.   After that, Felicia kept her word as they spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for things they could entice Peter with. Gwen also made them stop off at a sex shop for a few more items. Peter was going to be so surprised when he got home.   Next up Chapter 16: Symbiote Talk  

Chapter 5 - Chapter 5

Here it is the final chapter, hope you enjoy it. Marvellous Spider-Man   Chapter 5   Spider-Man sighed at the table in the Avenger’s mansion as he looked through the morning papers. He was with the rest of his team as they ate breakfast together. He actually did enjoy the meals they had together, it was like being part of a large family, well okay, maybe one of those weird comedy ones like the Addams Family or the Munsters. “So what’s got you all Mr. Gloom?” Jessica Jones Cage asked as she was feeding her daughter. “And knowing you when you get like this something must be wrong.” “Yeah got to agree with her on this one,” her husband Luke asked as his wife brought it up. “Normally you’d be making jokes or at least acting like a kid at the table.” “Just having to look for a new place to live,” Peter explained as he looked through the morning paper. “My roommate is moving out of the city and I can’t afford the place on my own, so I’m trying to find someplace that’s decent.” “Really?” Bobbi asked hearing this. “Is it really that much for you?” “Yeah well you know I can’t accept payments since Victoria Hand said I have to tell her who I am,” Peter sighed as he sat back in his chair. “I mean she was working for Norman Osborn my nemesis, my Lex Luthor to my Superman, my Plankton to my SpongeBob.” “SpongeBob?” Luke asked him giving him a weird look. “Hey, it was your kid that likes that show and I didn’t have the heart to change the channel when it was on. For some reason she really likes it, not that I understand why.” Peter shrugged. “So why not move in here?” Ben the ever loving Thing asked. “Well that could be cool,” Peter said honestly. “But small problem, one being that this place it prime target for villains, I mean how long were we here before we got attacked?” “Yeah I didn’t enjoy that either,” Jessica muttered to herself. “Plus there is the fact that how would I explain things like why I’m living here, why my mail gets set to this address. Even if I used a mailbox, I can’t use that as a living address. Plus I bet Ms. Hand wouldn’t let me live full time without the whole real name thing.” “So I’m looking for a decent place that I can afford,” Peter went back to looking. New York was expensive to live on your own, especially on his budget. He really didn’t want to move back in with his Aunt, especially now. He really needed his own place, even if it was just a dump it would be something. The problem was that a lot of places he was looking at where slightly a bit more than what he usually paid for a place. Carol heard his trouble and it got her thinking. They had been going out for a few months now and honestly, she really liked him. He was a stable type of guy that she needed in her life, plus he was fun to hang out with and treated  her well. He was such a nice and lovable guy when you got to know him, strange how when they first met, she couldn’t stand him. Plus her place was kind of lonely ever since she started dating him. She actually had an idea but she wanted to run it by him when they were alone, she wasn’t sure she could do it in front of everyone. So she waited until breakfast was over with and saw him leaving, so she ran up to him and called out. “Hey beautiful, what’s up?” Spider-Man asked smiling behind his mask. “I have a thought about your housing problems,” Ms. Marvel told him. She was glad no one was in the hallway so she decided to just get right to it. “You know we’ve been dating for awhile now and since we know each other I thought that, well, you can move in with me if you want.” “Seriously?” Peter was surprised she would offer this, yes they were pretty close in their relationship but this was a pretty big step. He had only done this once before and maybe that’s why he felt some hesitation. MJ had been a big part of his life for a long time, but they had both moved on or at least he had tried. Maybe this was the final step in moving on with his life? He had to admit that it was an attractive idea, he had lived with a woman before so he knew what to expect and all. “You sure you want me living with you Carol? I mean this is kind of big and stuff.” Carol nodded, “Yeah, I feel that we can do this, that is, if you want to?” Peter only smiled as his hands went to her hips and pulled her close, “Actually I think I’d like to move in with you.” -A Week Later- Peter had to admit he hadn’t lived with a woman since Mary Jane (well he meant lived within a romantic way of course so his last roommate didn’t count) but so far the move had gone well. He didn’t have much stuff anyway and anything they couldn’t fit in her place, was moved to the Avenger’s mansion. It was a lot cheaper than putting it into storage and easier for him to get to as well. Carol for her part had to place some of her own clothing at the mansion just to make room for Peter’s clothing. She was surprised by how much less he had but at least it was a decent amount. She was a little nervous about all of this, it was a big step for her. She hadn’t been this serious in a relationship in years. But it felt strangely right to her. She was also planning on a night with just the two of them as well. It was late by the time the last piece was put away. Peter was hanging up his costume and the spares next to hers in the closet, placing the web shooters on the shelf over it in a special box for his gear. It was finally done and in all honesty it could be nice sharing a place with someone who he didn’t have to keep hiding his secrets from. He could be himself and keep nothing back or worry about his hero life getting involved since Carol dealt with that kind of stuff as well. “You know I’ve been meaning to tell you this but I’ve been telling my aunt May about you and she wants to meet you if you’re up for it.” He asked Carol. She smiled at that, “Sure, you talk about her a lot so it’s only fair I meet her as well.” She wished she could show him off to her family but ever since she woke up from her coma she hadn’t been close with her family anymore. All the memories of before her coma just held no emotional attachments, she knew that she once loved her family dearly but now, they were just names of people she knew. It had been hard and awkward the last time she saw them, she hadn’t even talked to them in a long time, normally a person would miss them or be sad but, there was nothing. She didn’t like it but she couldn’t do anything about it. So meeting new people and forming emotional attachments to them was one of the things she treasured given all that she lost. She smiled as she looped her arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss. “You know, why don’t you get comfortable on the bed, I have something special I’ve been saving and this is a special night.” Peter smiled as his hands caressed her sides. “I think I’m going to enjoy this surprise. ” “You better,” She laughed as she went into her bathroom, well theirs now. Looking around she could already see the men products around the place, but only a few. She undressed as she got into the shower, letting the warm water run over her nude body as she quickly got a little clean. Carol opened the hamper she kept and pulled out the black silk nighty that she had hid there. She slipped it on as it ended at her thighs, showed her impressive cleavage and was backless. It was a bit see through as well. She smirked as she saw herself in the mirror and could only imagine his reaction. Last step was for preparation, she didn’t want to be interrupted once things got going so pulling open the medicine cabinet she pulled out the small tube of spermicide. Placing the substance on her fingers she gently worked it around her pussy, then inside of herself. After she was done she put it away, washed her hand and it was finally time. Peter heard the shower and everything and was wondering what was going on. But he undressed to his boxers and got on the bed and waited. When she finally stepped out it was sure worth it. There she was looking like some blonde model, or playmate in that item. Already he could feel himself reacting to the sight of her. She smiled as she sultry walked to the bed, then she got on her hands and knees as she slowly crawled up to him. He watched as she ran her hands over his thighs as she rubbed her chests against his crotch as she slowly moved up his body. He felt the soft fabric against his bare skin as she started to trail kisses up his body. He could smell the perfume she was wearing by now. Carol moved up to his neck as she started kissing him there, her hands running over his body. Peter ran his hands over her own body in return, feeling the soft skin of her arms and her body under her simple garment. She got up higher, making a point to rub her front against his body as she captured his lips with her own luscious ones. Peter’s hands ran over her sides, her back, gripping her finely toned ass finding out that she had no panties on. Carol’s body was rubbing against him, she could feel the ache for him, to want to feel him fill her body, to touch her naked flesh. She had to force herself to take it a bit slowly as she took one of his ear lobes into her mouth. She lightly nibbled and licked it, making Peter shiver slightly from it. He never thought his ear could be that sensitive but she really knew how to do it. Soon Peter managed to turn her to her side, he kissed her neck and working his way down but one of his hands also ran over her thigh. Slowly he worked it up to her crotch under the nighty and he could feel the heat of her pussy as his hand gently starting rubbing it. He heard her moaning as her hips moved with his hand. Her breathing slowly got heavier as her started to work her body up. After a minute of this he slowly put on finger inside of her, feeling her warm and wet insides. She held him closer now as her body moved with his finger. “God, where did you learn to use your fingers like that?” She panted out feeling him reach just right inside of her. “Practice and natural talent?” He grinned hearing the wet sounds now coming out of her pussy. She was getting very wet now and he could feel her pressing against his erection. He really wanted to just bury himself into her but he wanted to make this last. She pushed him onto his back as she pressed herself up against him. She ran her crotch against his hard length, moaning as she felt it rub against her sensitive lips. Peter’s own hips moved with hers and he could slowly feel his boxers getting a damp spot on them from her sex getting wet. She suddenly sat up as she moved her hips, almost mimicking having sex with him as she gripped the hem of her nighty and pulled it up slowly. She smiled down at him as she pulled it over her head freeing her massive breasts. Peter’s hands ran up her body feeling her warm up as he lightly caressed the two mounds. Carol sighed in pleasure as she let her head fall back as they continued on. “God you’re so beautiful,” Peter said to her. “You’re so good at this, I need it now Peter,” Carol helped him out of his boxers as she freed his erection. She took it with one hand as she placed it in her mouth. She wanted to make sure he had enough ‘lube’ before entering her. She was wet but she wanted to be sure it was enough. She slowly bobbed her head up and down as Peter groaned. She tried to take it all down her own throat but she couldn’t get it fully down. She pulled out and slowly licked it over every inch as she looked at him sexily. “Fuck, you keep that up I’m going to cum,” Peter groaned. “Not just yet,” Carol breathed heavily as she sat over him, positing him and slowly lowering herself onto him. Both groaned as she impaled herself onto him, feeling him stretch out her insides as she felt filled to the brim. She started to lightly ride him as his hands explored her sexy body, she let out moans of pleasure as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations. Soon she was riding him faster and harder, she leaned forward placing her hands on the bed as her ass bounced off his hips the room filling with the sounds and scent of sex. “Oh god, oh god you’re so deep in me, you’re so big Peter,” Carol moaned as she rode him her hands balling into fists into the bed sheets as she moved her ass up and down, moving her hips side to side now and then to hit those hard to reach areas inside of her. But he was so big it was easy for her to get him to those places. She felt his hands helping her to move with him as he thrust up into her with her down thrust. She sped up her pace feeling herself reaching closer and closer to her orgasm, she was so close to an orgasm. “Oh god, oh god, fuck me, oh fuck, fuck, uh, oh, god yes! Yes! YES! Peter!” She cried out as she came. Peter saw her throw her head back as she screamed out his name, her body tensing, her abs contracting as he felt her inner walls trying to milk him for everything he was worth. It was all he needed to call out her name as he felt himself release. He fired several shots of cum into her waiting body. Carol collapsed onto him panting as she felt the warm cum seeping into her body. She sighed in contentment, having Peter as a lover was something she loved. He wasn’t demanding in bed, he wasn’t too intimidated by her, so they could just either make love or just fuck without any real hang ups. She rolled off him as she wanted to catch her breath, she could feel some of his cum slowly leaking out of her not that she cared about the sheets at this point. She was feeling too good to care, besides she planned to clean them tomorrow anyway. Peter looked over at her form, her body had some sweat on it and her mighty breasts were heaving with each breath. He couldn’t wait for long and needed her, although it might take a minute for him to recover but he had a plan for that. He ran his hand over her stomach sensually as she moaned happily. “God don’t you ever get enough?” She smiled as she closed her eyes feeling his palm caress her body. “You complaining?” “Hell no.” “Good,” Peter started to kiss her stomach as he work his way up her body, his hand moving down to her pussy as his fingers played with her folds lightly. She was still pretty sensitive down there from her orgasm. He found her clit still erect and started playing with it. Carol’s hips moved as she moaned out loudly. She just wanted to lie there and let him do whatever he wanted to her body, she loved the things he did to her. Peter took one of her nipples in his mouth slightly licking it at first as he sent his middle finger inside of her. He could feel her insides were still very hot and also the wet fluids from both her orgasm and his, the mixed liquids oozed out of her even faster with him pumping his finger inside of her. Soon he started to suck on her nipple, he felt her hand reach around to the back of his head, pulling him in as he tried to take more of her breast into his mouth. Peter moved his ring finger inside along with his other one so now he had two fingers working into her. “Oh fuck! Fuck that’s good!” Carol cried out as her back arched up in pleasure. “Fuck me, oh god Peter...fuck! Ohhh!” Peter continued sucking on her nipples only harder now, he could feel the hard nub in his mouth as he tried to bite down on it, pulling it back making her hiss in pain and pleasure. His fingers worked even faster as her voice went louder. He could feel her inner walls contracting now and again and he found her g-spot. Now she was screaming out as her hips moved, he saw her powerful abs contract with along with her inner muscles around his finger. “Oh god Peter, I’m cumming, I’m cumming again!” He only sucked harder on her nipple, she swore that it was like he was trying to force milk out of her tit with how hard he was sucking but she liked it. Her nipples always were sensitive, her whole body started to move now, in every direction she had lost control as she just cried out constantly lost in her pleasure. Then she felt the orgasm as her body stiffened, her hips jerking as she came. Her mouth open in a silent scream as she leaked out lots of her fluids and Peter’s out of her pussy. She had nearly squirted it out as she fell limp on her bed panting. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” She only panted slightly over and over again. Peter was nice and hard again as all her moaning and sexy noises only got him even more hard now. He pulled out his fingers, they were covered in juices now. He got into position as he turned her over, pulling her hips up he rubbed his cock against her vagina making her moan. “If you’re not up for this just tell me,” Peter said although he hoped she would tell him to go on. He knew this was her favorite position after all. “Do me,” She moaned moving her hips back. She sighed feeling him enter her again. He could push his way even deeper like this as she felt him thrust into her, slowly at first letting her slowly get into it. He fucked her from behind hearing her moans, she really did have a sexy voice and when she moaned in bed it was even more sexy. He gripped her hips helping her to move with him as his dick thrust against her cervix with each thrust. Peter eventually grabbed her arms pulling them back as he held onto them as he rode her, this only made her moans turn into cries of passion. “Oh god yes! Fuck me just like that! Oh! Uh, god, ugh, oh fuck!” Carol was in heaven feeling him so commanding in that moment. Feeling his hips slap against her ass with each thrust it was amazing to her, she never knew why she loved being fucked from behind she just did. Maybe in her way it was the only way she felt she could really show that she accepted a man, to let him take total control over her. She had issues with letting others have control, especially after her own will had been stolen as she had been forced into sex and then to give birth to that same entity. But she pushed that horrible experience away, with Peter she didn’t have to worry about him harming her. She could freely let loose and enjoy their sex together, and she really did enjoy the sex together with him. “Ugh, I’m...I’m going to cum!” Peter cried out thrusting even faster now feeling his build up nearly reaching to the end by this point. “Do it! Fill me up, I want to feel your cum shooting all the way into me Peter!” “Here it comes Carol!” He thrust one more time with a grunt as he held her against his hips, he felt his dick pulse as he filled her body once again with his sperm. She cried out feeling the hot liquid coating her insides. When he was done he let her go as she fell limply to the bed. Peter wasn’t far behind as he lay down next to her staring up at the ceiling as he caught his breath. For awhile Peter and Carol lay in their bed, covered in sweat. The sheets also covered in sweat and other fluids from them as well. They would definitely have to be cleaned the next day, and maybe air out the room, it was filled with the musky scent of sex. Both heroes were just enjoying the moment after sex. Carol moved over to rest her head on his shoulder as her arm wrapped around his torso. Peter shifted slightly so they were both comfortable. “This I could get used to,” she sighed happily against his body. “Yeah, living with you is looking up,” Peter said as he placed an arm around her waist, his hand lightly caressing her spine. “I should hope so,” she said. “God I’m going to be swore if we keep this up.” “Tell me about it, I don’t think I could get it up even if I wanted to,” Peter grinned at her as he ran a hand through her hair. You could hear the night life of New York outside as Peter looked down at the beautiful woman against him. He chuckled a bit making her look up at him. “What?” “Just thinking, how just a year ago we hardly knew each other, then you didn’t like me for a time as well.” “I didn’t really know you all that well at first,” She admitted. “Didn’t stop you from asking me out later on.” “You didn’t say no either,” Peter grinned at her as she smiled. “Personally I like how things ended up with you.” “Same here,” She snuggled against him letting herself relax with him. She had no idea where this relationship was going or how long it would last. Both of them had very little in the ways of stable relationships. She hadn’t had one in years, the few relationships she had, they hadn’t lasted very long. While he on the other hand had gotten out of a major one, hell he had nearly been married. She never got that close. Could their relationship go that far? Could she see herself with him for the rest of her life? Maybe, she wasn’t sure but she was hoping to find out because right now in this moment, she felt better now personally than she had in a long time. Maybe he was the one for her and she hoped that she was the one for him as well. The End There I think I ran out of ideas for this, so I hope you’ve all enjoyed this and the ending.  

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don’t own Ms. Marvel or Spider-Man or anything Marvel related and I make no profit from this. I got this idea from a few things that have happened in Marvel comics lately. This is was originally a one shot but I extended it from the amount of feedback I got. Marvellous Spider-Man Chapter 1 Carol Danvers sighed to herself as she lay on her bed in her apartment. She could have been at that new mansion for the Avenger’s but she felt more at home here. At least she guessed they were the Avengers, there were so many teams now with that name that she was starting to think that people had no imagination these days. Well Osborn had called his team that just to rub it in their faces. She personally had been on several line-ups of the Avengers and she missed the early days, the days when things were so simple, when you could tell who were the bad guys and the good guys, and the world knew it too. The Civil War pretty much screwed that all up, looking back she wasn’t sure she had made the right choice. She felt that following the will of the government had been right but looking at how things got, she started to have regrets. The image of what she did to Julia Carpenter, beating her down in front of her own daughter and then taking said mother to jail. That was one of the hardest things she had ever done and it was the one thing Carol felt sick about doing. Plus it had been the Government that had placed Norman in power to being with. Now at least things were different and she felt like things were getting back on track. She felt more sure who the enemy was again. Now that Cap was back, the real one this time, things were starting to feel right again for the first time in a long time. The new team was a bit of the old with the new, but overall she was enjoying this version of the team. One person in particular had been slowly crawling into her mind. She smirked at her choice of words there crawling was one of the things he was known for after all. She wasn’t sure how it happened normally she went after a certain type of man. The over muscles macho types sometimes, hell one of her last lovers had been Wonder Man. He had been nice but in the end not what she needed. She wasn’t sure what she really needed, Captain Marvel had been a huge part of her life that she had compared a lot of men to his memory. Then Mystique had killed her lover after that, something she still would never forgive the woman for. But then something she never thought about happen, she started to like another teammate, you’d think she’d learn by now how that went. But Spider-Man was different he wasn’t like most of the others. He was more down to earth, he was funny too although she never said it she liked his jokes. He was light hearted like Clint was. Those two got alone really well as they tried to one up the other. Plus although not the most powerful hero he tried his best. Plus there was more to strength than just power the Avengers had a few members over the years with no powers. Spider-Man however had a nearly unbreakable spirit at times, he never seemed to give up and he took the weight of the world on his shoulders. Plus there was a lot of mystery about him, sure he had shown his face and name when Clint made him unmask but what did she know about the man himself? She knew what kind of man he was but not much personal. No one really seemed to know much about him, she had asked. They could tell all kinds of stories on missions with him or encounters but nothing about the man. For some strange reason that curiosity had grown in her and made him seem even more attractive. She grunted as she pulled a pillow over her face, that wasn’t a good thought. Yes she thought he was handsome, not overly so but more like the perfect nice guy that you saw yourself with. Of course they did have their odd run ins, like that time she tried to arrest him for not being registered but they ended up teaming up. She smirked remembering that note he left about telling Wolverine he got to Third Base with her. Sure she had been angry although a part of her knew he was just joking. Then there was that time she went for him to help and he did ask for a date. And so she went on a date with him, despite the whole mess that interrupted it, she found that she enjoyed her time with him. They had the same love for junk food, baseball, they seemed to share a lot of the same pain she thought. After being taken over by that venom symbiote he had saved her from who knows what that thing would have used her body for. She shivered at what could have happened. Venom did have this thing for eating people, if that had happened to her she wouldn’t have taken it well. Plus the damn thing had told him that she had feelings for him. That was embarrassing. She sighed as she got up out of bed, she was too wound up to really sleep so she might as well suit up and go out into New York. Maybe busting some low level criminals might take her mind off things. ====Later==== Peter was currently trying to make up some good PR for himself as usual. After was Venom (or Venom 3.0 as he thought or was it four at this point? He lost count how many times that symbiote jumped around) he had a lot to do. Why was it that he always got the short end of the stick? After years he trying to do the right thing, his image was still all over the place. People thought he should be in jail, others thought he was a hero others weren’t sure what to think of him. It didn’t help that people kept using his costume to undo all the good he did, or a certain moustache wearing owner of a newspaper (who was now mayor and how the hell that happened he had no idea, he sure didn’t vote for the guy) that seemed to make it his life mission to make Spider-Man’s life a living hell. So what did he find? Well so far he stopped two muggings, a purse snatcher, a hold up and now a group was trying to steal from a jewel store. Honestly why did criminals think they could get away with this stuff in New York? How many heroes were around here? Sure they couldn’t catch them all but the odds of them finding themselves up against Peter or someone like Daredevil, Cloak and Dagger, or god forbid the Punisher, was it really worth it? Apparently these guys thought they were lucky enough to now come across any heroes. What Peter didn’t know was that he had a viewer watching him. Carol hadn’t meant to actually look for or even find Spider-Man, hell she was trying to clear her mind out of the whole thing. So what does life do? She finds him stopping a crime of all things, she was tempted to go in but she figured he could handle things. If this got too intense she would step in but he seemed to have everything under control. She remembered how he once told her that he felt he didn’t belong in the sky with the others that he was more to be on the ground. She thought he had earned his right to fly with the other heroes and he earned his place on the Avengers. She smirked seeing him dance around the criminals with a grace she only seen a few able to hold off. Hell he was way more agile then she was, even in peek shape as she was she wasn’t that flexible. He made those jokes of his while in a fight and it always reminded her of Clint and how he did the same. Soon he had everything all well in hand with them all webbed up hanging in a giant cocoon. She felt that it was time to go talk to him, maybe she could figure out her own feelings on the matter as well. “Now what have you all learned?” Peter said to the group of criminals although none of them and their mouths free to talk as they made muffled noises. “That’s right, not to do crimes in the first place and why? Because New York is crawling with heroes, seriously what if I had been the Punisher? You should be thankful that it was me and not someone like him or Ghost Rider.” “Think they’ll learn their lesson?” A female voice said. “Most likely not but...huh?” Peter looked up surprised to see Ms. Marvel there floating. He hadn’t seen her in awhile, not since the Asguard thing. That had left him slightly confused, mainly with how she might actually like him. Not that he had a problem with that, he did ask her out once...why he had done that he still didn’t know, but the point is she didn’t turn him down exactly. Plus she was hot, hell she was really hot not to mention most likely the most powerful female on the face of the planet and could break him in half without trying. Strangely that didn’t scare him off...maybe he should set up an appointment with Doc Samson at some point. “Hey what’s up Ms. Marvel, other than you that is.” Spider-Man said to her. She smiled down at him and Peter had to admit, she really had a nice smile. “Just out flying to clear my head.” “Ah say no more, I know how it goes,” Peter nodded and it was true he did know. Then the mood was ruined as sirens were heard. “Crap, here come the cops and good old JJ will most likely have his anti-Spider-Man squad on my case again. Man it’s going to take an hour to shake them I bet.” Carol never liked how his life was being constantly pulled through the mud while most heroes didn’t have to deal with stuff like that. Oh sure there were the tabloids and the occasional scandal but he had to put up with it day in and day out. She would have lost her mind and taken that men (even if he was the mayor now) and ring his neck. “Well if you want you can crash at my place and lay low,” Carol said the words before she even realized what she had said. How could she say that? She was actually worried for a moment that she might have overstepped herself. Peter wasn’t sure what got into his head to take her up on the offer but honestly why not? After all he needed a place to lay low to avoid the cops and honestly he was curious to what her place looked like. That and who was he to turn down an offer like this? ***Ms Marvel’s Apartment*** Peter had to admit, he was jealous. Her place was nicer than his and he had to share with a roommate as well. Apparently being an Air Force officer paid well although it was nice to see a pile of clothing she was trying to push into a closet muttering about cleaning more often. He thought it was kind of cute how she could act so ‘girly’ he had never seen this side to her. “Nice place,” Peter felt he needed to say something. “Thanks,” Carol said as she pulled off her mask and placed it on a table. “Feel free to take that off, I only wear this little thing but that has to be nasty sometimes.” “Yeah you have no idea,” Since everyone knew that Carol Danvers was Ms Marvel and he had told the Avengers who he was. He did feel a little weird about the whole thing, he wasn’t used to being in someone else’s place with his mask off. Thankfully all the curtains were drawn closed. “Would you like something to drink, not sure what I got,” Carol hated how nervous she sounded. She was Ms. Freaking Marvel and here she was feeling like she was back in her freshmen year of college all over again. God that night she had invited that boy Toby back had been a disaster. “Uh sure anything you have would be nice.” Peter said mentally kicking himself for stumbling. How was it he had ever gotten a girlfriend sometimes mystified him. Carol ended up with a couple of bottles of water, she wasn’t a drinker anymore and Peter took it. Peter had once heard that she stopped drinking, he wasn’t in on all the details but apparently it had gotten bad at one point. He hated to think what she had gone through to start drinking so much that she needed to quit. So they sat together as they caught up since the last time they talked. She had to admit that after a bit they were both kind of relaxed now. He was kind of an interesting guy as they talked she had no idea that it was a radioactive spider bite that actually gave him his powers. Well that did explain a few things but certainly no crazier than having alien DNA of a Kree bonded to her. It was strange, you work with someone for years on and off but she never really got to know the man. Time seemed to pass and well over an hour had gone by as did a few more beers. Peter had to admit that he was learning a bit more about Carol-they chose to stick with their real names as calling each other by their hero names seemed too formal to them- and she really was sharp. He sometimes got a bit loss in her baby blue eyes and that full set of lips as she talked about her own past. Things like a coma from Rogue, to losing emotional attachments to her older memories, even her battle with drinking. Peter had been surprised by her opening up like this she actually looked pretty vulnerable at that point. He actually decided to open up a bit as well he told her how he actually got into this hero thing. How he had been a stupid kid that tried to gain money to help his family and how it had cost his uncle his life. Carol had never known this part, looking at him now she felt her heart reach out to him. Suddenly a few things about him made a bit more sense to her. He took her hand in his smiling at her, “Hey we all go through rough patches I mean all the things we see and do? I’m amazed most of us don’t go crazy.” Carol thought back to Scarlet Witch and tried not to shudder at that, she hadn’t been there but that hadn’t gone well at all. Had there been signs to a mental breakdown and not one just noticed? That didn’t go well at all. She had nearly broken down as well with her drinking, after all she had captured before her powers and tortured before being saved. Actually twice when you counted the Brood experimented on her. She still had nightmares about that. Then there was how she had been kidnapped by that entity Marcus. That made her feel sick inside, the bastard had basically raped her, impregnated her and in a few days she gave ‘birth’ to him. The bastard had admitted that he had used mind control on Carol and when Carol had said she was going back to Limbo with him, did her team get suspicious? No they let her go thinking it was her idea, it hadn’t. He had been messing with her mind, again! They knew he did it once before and they didn’t think it had been strange or stopped it either. Thankfully he was dead and when she got back, she had ripped her team a new one. She left the Avengers after that not trusting them anymore. Thankfully she no longer felt emotional connection about that whole thing. It felt like a weight was gone in her life now in a strange way. Sure she was angry about what happened but it was less than what it should have been. Although she felt nothing for her family, she knew she should but it was like her own family were strangers to her now. So it wasn’t all good not feeling connected to her old life before the coma from Rogue. “But you’ve bounced back and if you ask me that takes real strength the kind that doesn’t allow you to bend steel either. You’ve done a lot to be proud of and you are an amazing person to keep doing this.” Peter said honestly taking her out of her thoughts. “I don’t know all the details about your life and the things you had to deal with. But you’re a real hero and you should be proud of what you’ve managed to do in your life.” Carol tried to say something but it felt like her heart was in her throat. No one had really said such kind words to her before or at least it had been a long time since she had heard them. For so long she had to be Ms. Marvel the woman that was unbeatable and solid like a rock. But she was a woman first and sometimes she wanted to be tender and let someone hold her. She looked into his brown eyes as she felt a pull to him. Before she knew it she was kissing him both of them were surprised but neither of them pulled away. Peter felt her kissing him and on instinct he kissed back, he wasn’t sure why but he did it anyway. Peter never really considered himself all that lucky, after all he could count the relationships he had pretty much on one hand. At least the ones that were close to real relationships. All of them had ended kind of badly. So what does a single guy do when one of the most powerful and hottest women on the world is kissing you? Well you kiss back, after all it’s not like hot women do this all the time. Sure he got lucky now and then but what were the odds of this happening again? He returned her kiss putting more passion into it, despite her hard body her lips were very soft. He wasn’t sure how long it went on, only that at some point they were on his bed. They sat there kissing deeply as he leaned back and pulled the mask from her face. She really was a beautiful woman, his hand want to caress the side of her face as she smiled at him. Carol felt he would be a gentle lover she hadn’t had that in awhile. She leaned in and kissed him again as she untied her red sash on her waist and threw it aside. They made out on her couch for who knows how long feeling each other’s hands slowly gaining more confidence as they explored each other. But eventually Carol wanted something more she might be making a mistake but she didn’t care. She stood up and grabbing his hand led him into her bedroom. She pushed Peter onto the bed as he sat down as she straddled his waist kissing him again. She felt his hands roaming her back searching for something. “So how do you get that thing off?” Peter joked. “Zipper in the back start at the neck,” Carol told him as she reached behind her neck and felt for it. She pulled down shifting slightly to get it down her back. “That has to be hard some days,” he commented. “Oh you have no idea,” Carol sighed knowing full well how hard this costume was to get in and out of at times. Unlike some of her previous costumes, her first one was easier to pull on for example. She pulled the shoulder parts of her costume aside as she started to slip it out of her. It eventually ended up around her waist and Peter got a good look at her. “No bra?” Peter looked at her perfect naked chest. And boy was it perfect, full and perky with large dark nipples on them. Her flat stomach was shown and very athletic like the rest of her but yet she was still very feminine. “I chaff sometimes if I’m not wearing the right one in this thing,” Carol told him. “I was in a bit of a rush today and couldn’t find the ones I use for the costume.” “Ah I know how that goes,” Peter smirked as his hands cupped both breasts. Carol moaned slightly feeling his hands caress and knead her breasts, most men went to them because of how big they were but honestly she like her breasts played with so it paid off. Hell she was very proud of them, they were totally natural like the rest of her. Peter leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth and she gasped. Her groin started to rub against his as she felt something hardening there. She couldn’t tell the size but he was getting very hard, he did seem nice and thick though which was important for a woman. His mouth went over one of her hardening nipples as she moaned letting her head fall back. “Oh yes that feels so good.” Peter ran his tongue over the small nub, alternating between sucking, licking and even biting on it. “Oh shit...you can do it harder if you want.” Carol told him running her fingers through his hair. Her body was built to withstand a lot of punishment after all. She hissed feeling his teeth bite down harder this time as she held his face to her breast. He later switched to the next giving it some work as he felt the nipple in his mouth start to harden. Eventually she stood up smiling as she slipped off the rest of her costume. First her top, then came the gloves and the leg parts. She was in her panties only now as Peter slipped out of his pants watching her disrobe. He could see that her costume didn’t hide anything. He watched with a grin as she slipped out of her panties and saw that she shaved which seemed to be the style for women these days. Carol noticed that Peter did have a good body under that costume as well. She crawled up on top of him as she kissed him passionately. They both fell back onto the bed as Carol enjoyed the feel of his hard muscles against her own bare flesh. She kissed down his body as she got to the waist band, peeling it down his legs she got a good look at his cock. She was surprised, it was a nice thickness but it was the length she was surprised by, it was at least eight inches. She was going to enjoy this, she thought to herself smiling. She moved her hair out of the way and started to lick his member, she didn’t mind blowjobs actually as long as she got in charge. She hated it when a guy gripped her head and tried to force their entire cock down her throat. She started with the head of this cock with popping it in and out her mouth using her tongue on the head. Peter groaned with that as he looked to see the blonde beauty started to suck him off. Never had he ever thought he would see Ms. Marvel herself not only naked but doing this, okay sure he might have fantasized about it but actually happen? But he didn’t want to be the only one getting anything out of this. “Hey Carol turn around a bit, I want to give as good as I’m getting.” Carol stopped and it took a second before she figured out what he meant. She smiled as she twisted herself around to get into a 69 position. She was glad he would do this, not ever guy liked to go down on a girl. She felt his hands on her ass as his mouth met her pussy lips. Feeling his warm and wet tongue slid over her lower lips made a slight shudder run down her spine as she got back to work herself. Peter seemed to know what he was doing as she sucked him off. After a moment Peter got an idea to take it up a notch, he used his fingers to pull apart her pussy lips and started to attack the pink flesh there. He noticed she was really wet already as his mouth and tongue went to work. She started making pleasurable noises as she sucked his cock like a pro. He started to attack her clit at that point with his thumb she seemed to like that. Carol felt her arousal rising from Peter’s work but decided if he could take it up then she could as well. She pulled out and started to use her large breasts to give Peter a nice titty fuck. His lubricated cock slipped between her massive breasts as her fingers played with her nipples. She was thankful he was this long as she bent her head down and would suck on the top of his cock and then a bit more as she went down on him. Peter was in heaven, he hadn’t felt breasts that amazing on his cock since his ex-girlfriend Mary Jane. After a few minutes of this she couldn’t take it any longer she needed this cock inside of her now and not just her mouth. Getting up she turned around and got into position holding his cock with one hand as she placed the tip to her pussy. Peter’s hands went to her hips as she impaled herself onto the male organ. Peter never had felt something so tight before, maybe it was her super strength but her pussy was hot, wet and extremely tight. It was almost gripping his cock. Carol loved the cock inside of her, she could feel it pressing against her cervix not many men can get that far into her like this plus she could feel everything about his dick. Every vain seemed to press against her inner walls. She started to slowly rise and fall onto his organ feeling his hands go to her waist helping to set up a nice rhythm together. Peter’s hand roamed over her sexy figure, trailing over her flat stomach, rubbing up between her breasts. Then his hands would rub up to her neck and then down to her breasts. He was caressing her entire front and she was liking it a lot. Peter looked up as she ran her hands through her long blonde hair, her head falling back slightly with a moan as she rode him as his hands caressed her body. She looked like a sex goddess at that point as he thrust up into her tight snatch. She was so wet now that there was a slurping sound as they continued to fuck each other. Carol lost herself in this, she was really enjoying herself more than she thought she would, which was a major plus. She really should have fucked him sooner, at the very least they could have had some great times together during all the craziness that had been happening. She felt the tightening sensation inside of her winding up and knew she wanted more. She started to ride him faster and harder, making the bed start to moved slightly. She was thankful for getting one with great strength as all too often beds could break with those with super human strength. Although thankfully She-Hulk held the record with last time she checked. Peter felt himself getting ready to cum as he thrust harder up into the woman, he was so used having to hold back but Carol was actually stronger than him so he could finally let loose and not worry about hurting the woman he was with. He didn’t mind it but it was kind of hard to remember all the time when you were having sex. “God Carol I’m about to cum.” Peter warned her. “I know me too,” She moaned leaning down her hands gripped the top of her mattress to get more leverage. “Cum with me!” “Carol I’m not wearing any protection,” He told her worried that he might get her pregnant. It could happen after all. “It’s okay I’m on the pill and I’m not ready to have an ovulation for over a week.” She told him and started to flex her inner muscles to start squeezing his cock inside of her. “Oh shit!” Peter gritted his teeth trying not to cum from that sudden trick but he wasn’t going to hold out too long. “Oh god Peter!” Carol cried out as she felt herself cumming. “I’m cumming! I’m cummmmming!” She threw her head back screaming this out as her pussy started to try and milk Peter for all he was worth. That was it for him as he grunted as he felt his penis spasm several times shooting several robes of hot cum into her body. Carol fell onto Peter’s body as she felt his hot sperm covering her inner walls and feeling her orgasm slowly falling away. That had been very good she mused happily, it was nice to know that she might have made a good choice this time around. She felt his arms wrap around her naked back as he caressed the bare flesh. She moaned in appreciation, not many men knew that after an orgasm a woman liked to be touched and caressed after it. “I might need to catch my breath.” Carol nearly laughed. “Yeah it usually takes me a few minutes to get ready for another round.” He said feeling the naked beauty against him. Carol looked up with a glint in her eye, “Oh? So you can go another round?” ** 30 Mintues later** Carol was on her hands and knees as Peter fucked her from behind. The sounds of is flesh slapping against her bare ass was heard as he rammed home into her. Peter was holding her hips as he fucked her for all it was worth. Both of them were starting to sweat as the heat in the room increased from their exertion. Carol moaned out as she felt how deep he was going inside of her, if he was deep before this was making him threaten to push past her cervix and enter her womb but it also made another thing possible. Peter now had a perfect angle to hit her g-spot, with down ward thrusts he was going in while hitting that spot and then dragging his cock against it. If the first time had been great this was even better. She moaned out like a whore as he made her feel better than she had ever been in nearly a year. It had been so very long since she had been fucked so well. If she had known he was like this she would have fucked him years ago after all. “If you can fuck me harder!” Carol nearly cried out wanting to feel him pounding her insides. “I want to feel you all the way in me. Don’t worry about harming me it takes more than this.” “Alright, I’m never one to argue with a woman,” Peter smirked as he grabbed her arms and using them as leverage hammered even more into her. Her tunnel was so slick from their mixed juices but she was getting so wet she was leaking. He could see his cum and hers leaking out of her pussy and down both thighs. It was then that Carol felt his head go past her cervix she cried out in pain/pleasure given her body she could take this more than a normal woman could. He fucked her deeply as Carol loved every moment of it. “Oh fuck I’m cumming again Peter! Fuck me! Fuck me like that! Oh god now I know why they call you amazing!” Carol cried out as she felt herself orgasm at that moment. She gripped him so tightly with her inner walls that Peter couldn’t even pull out. “Oh fuck Carol!” Peter cried out feeling the head of his cock resting in her womb as her tunnel closed around him. He felt himself fill her womb with his cum pulling her arms back as he held himself inside of her. Carol moaned feeling herself being filled up from Peter. He dropped her arms as she used them to rest holding herself in that position. Peter laid on her back his hands roaming over her naked chest caressing her stomach and breasts and even her pussy slightly. She shuddered as he was still half hard inside of her she was going to look forward to round three. *** 20 minutes after that*** Carol was on her back feeling Peter slam his cock into her over and over again. She had given him a blow job until he had been hard but Peter put her on her back as he climb on top of her and mounted her. She had eagerly spread her legs for him and then wrapped her long toned legs around him as she felt him fuck her again for a third time. Not many of her lovers could go three times in one night at the most the average guy only lasted two or one. So for the past ten minutes Peter had been nearly fucking her through her own mattress. She felt the bed shake violently as she reached up and gripped the metal headboard with hands. She really wished the night would end. Peter fucked this golden haired goddess for all he was worth, it had been so long since he had a night like this and he wanted to give it another go. Although he was finding it troubling to keep himself hard, he could feel his dick slightly warn out but he was thankfully mostly hard. It was just that two shots had taken a lot out of him but he wouldn’t stop. He would make Carol cum again on his cock, he loved the sexy noises she made, her sexy body too. He wasn’t sure if this was a one night thing but at that moment he hoped they had more of these nights together. “Oh fuck Carol, I’m nearly at my limit,” Peter grunted as he buried his face into her neck. “Do it, cum in me again Peter, please I want to feel you cumming in me again!” Carol held him close as she tried to make him cum with every little trick she knew. “Oh fuck, fuck...fuck! God I’m cumming again!” Peter called out. “Do it! Oh god cum in me!” Carol cried out feeling her own orgasm. “Here I cum!” Peter thrust in several times feeling what was left of the cum he had dumped into her waiting body. Carol shuddered as she felt her own release, it wasn’t as good as the second time but it was still a good orgasm as she felt him finish inside of her. The two lay there, covered in sweat, tired, feeling the aches of sex but both of them feeling great. Carol had no idea that Peter was such a good lover. He was easily in her top five, maybe top three actually as she looked up at her ceiling with a plastered smile on her face. She could feel how aching her sex was and knew she would be sore the next morning. Most thought that invulnerability and super strength meant you didn’t feel any of that. Well muscles can be overused no matter what, sure she didn’t get any ‘friction burns’ but that didn’t stop her muscles from being strained. She looked at Peter’s face and his smile that she guessed matched her own. She rolled over to lay against him feeling his warm body against hers. She wasn’t sure if this was just a one night thing or the start of something. Honestly at the moment she didn’t care they could deal with it tomorrow morning, for the moment she just wanted to enjoy the moment. TBC...

Chapter 4 - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 It had been a couple of months since Peter and Carol had started dating and thing had been going well, at least as well as two heroes could be. Sometimes they couldn’t make it for dates because something came up, Peter’s busy life didn’t help, or that after a major mission in the Avengers both of them just were too tired to go out. Although there were the good moments, sometimes after a mission they would just retire to one of the two rooms they had at the mansion. They would lock the door, unmask and just sit back and enjoy a movie or something. When they did have time together they spent it out on dates, both in and out of costume. Of course by this time everyone knew they were dating, it was kind of hard not to notice with the way they were around each other. Thankfully for the most part the team was fine with it, although Hawkeye did seem to enjoy rubbing it in with Peter. Currently Peter was out on top of a high building in Manhattan as he was just waiting around for Carol to show up, they were supposed to meet up in downtown given that she wanted to learn a bit more about the kind of work he did as Spider-Man. She had never really done the whole patrol for small criminal thing, so for the past few days he was showing her what he learned over the years. Plus with an Avenger like her around, he didn’t have to worry about cops or that Spider-Man task force, they wouldn’t dare mess with her and he was glad for the change of pace. So here he was sitting on a building in costume waiting around for her. So far it looked like it might be a nice night out. Hardly any crime and no major super villains out causing all kinds of trouble, if he had known this was going to happen he would have instead asked Carol to go out. Calm nights like this were sometimes a rare thing. Oh well, at least they could spend some time together. “You look like someone that got stood up for a date,” a sensual voice from behind him suddenly said. ‘Oh man...not her, not now,’ Peter thought as he looked around to see Black Cat behind him, looking just as sexual and alluring as she always did. He hadn’t seen her for some time in fact the last time had been in a hotel that didn’t ask questions. At least he assumed they didn’t unless she led him to just an abandoned room for that. Ever since his breakup with Mary Jane, he and Black Cat would sometimes get together and it would sometimes lead to sex. Of course she always insisted on the mask staying on, which was kind of hurtful. She wanted Spider-Man, not the man under it. Of course sex with her was mind blowing and it wasn’t like the women beat down his door. But things were different now and he would have to tell her. “Actually I’m waiting for someone,” Peter said standing up to face her. “Oh? Did you and Red get back together or are you waiting for someone else?” Black Cat smirked slinking her way over to him, making sure to sway her hips to make him look. She ran a hand over his chest grinning at him. “He’s waiting for me,” A cold female voice said startling both of them. Felicia looked around and then up, she was shocked to see none other than Ms. Marvel floating there in the air, with her arms crossed and a not too pleased look on her face. The mighty woman floated on down to their level, giving Black Cat a not too kind glare of annoyance. Felicia had never met the woman in person, looking her over. She was every bit as sexy as the photos, more so in person which slightly irritated the former thief. She had hoped that the new woman in Spider’s life would have been someone she could compete with. Oh sure in looks they were pretty much even, but in a fight she knew that the woman before her would rip her head off if she wanted to. Carol looked at the black leather clad woman, she had already met her and already she didn’t like this woman. Her figure was too much of a close match, actually maybe she was a little less muscle and more curves. Well she just figured that the woman also had implants, at least that’s what Carol figured as much. No way were those natural, okay she knew she was one to talk but she didn’t like the woman so she could think what she wanted. Carol also bet that the woman at least dyed her hair that color. Oh yeah, she didn’t like this woman at all and they had already met. Felicia turned to Peter and gave him a sultry look, “I see you still have a thing for blondes, I thought you had turned your taste for red heads or is it something else that you look for in your women?” She asked making sure her cleavage was in plain sight. Peter may not have had his spider-sense going off but that didn’t mean he didn’t sense the danger of the situation. He could just feel Carol fuming, MJ got like this at times with Felicia as well, thankfully those two managed to work thing out but that took years. This was quickly turning into a major problem if he didn’t do something. “Anyways, Ms. Marvel and myself have plans for the night so...” Black Cat sighed and walked off, “Say no more. Lucky girl that she is to get you all to herself, unless she’s willing to share?” She saw the murderous look Ms. Marvel was throwing her way. “Doesn’t look it, oh well, call me when your single again Spider.” She blew him a kiss before jumping off the building, firing a grapple line as she swung away. Carol shifted her glare to Peter, “What was that all about?” “She’s...sort of an ex-girlfriend of mind,” Peter admitted to her. “She left awhile ago and I moved on, she came back and well, okay, we did have a fling now and then after my last breakup but nothing solid. She actually prefers me as Spider-Man and not the guy under it. So it never worked out.” “Seems a bit ‘friendly’ for an ex.” Carol told him crossing her arms looking away from him. She knew that Peter was a nice guy, but him seeing woman that looked like that, and the way she was over him, she didn’t like it. “Yeah...she kind of is like that,” Peter really wished these two hadn’t met. Felicia liked to play her little games a bit too much at times. Carol thought about something, something that had been on her mind for awhile now. “Peter...what am I to you?” “What?” “What am I to you? Am I just someone you have a fling with now and then like with that woman?” “Of course not,” Peter went to her and turned her around to face him. “Carol, you mean a lot to me. I mean I got out of very long relationship, hell I was nearly married but it didn’t end well. You are the first woman I felt that I could honestly have a real relationship after that.” “You’re an amazing woman, you’re strong, fierce, you don’t show any fear, not to mention you’re one of the most beautiful women on the planet. I’d have to be crazy to over look a great thing when I got it.” He pulled her close to him wrapping his arms around her waist. “Carol, when I’m with you, the world seems better. I feel like things could finally go right in my life and I love having you as my girlfriend.” Carol always tried to keep the strong outward appearance but on the inside she wasn’t as strong as people gave her credit to. She had suffered so much, lost loved ones, been tortured, hurt, put into a coma, lost her powers once. She had even been mentally controlled and basically raped and impregnated and her friends had just let her go off with that person. That had been one of the worst experiences of her life and it took a long time to get over it to the point she could have relationships. Maybe that was why Peter meant so much to her, with him she felt safe, she felt that he would never harm her in any way. She pulled him close, it had been so long since she felt like anything like this. She felt closer to him than anyone in so long that it ached at times. A lot of the memories of her life she had lost emotional attachments too but with this thing with Peter was different. It was real and it was right now. Without really thinking about it she pulled up his mask and kissed him. It was a deep heated kiss, one of longing and passion. Peter pulled her closer to him as she gripped the front of his costume. Together they kissed each other over and over, almost like they were fighting each other with their mouths. Carol had a crazy idea but she couldn’t wait until after they were done. She wanted to feel loved and to show him how she felt. Slowly she pulled away and got to her knees. “Uh, Carol?” Peter asked her. “Sorry, can’t wait,” She told him as she pulled down his pants and then his boxers. His dick was now in plain view as he started to panic and look around in case they were caught. “Carol we can’t do that here, someone might see us.” Peter really didn’t want to get caught but now she was holding his dick in one hand and giving it kisses with her luscious mouth. “We’re too high up, besides just keep calling me Ms. Marvel then if you’re worried someone might hear us,” she told him and then went to place his dick in her mouth. She started with the head slowly running her warm tongue over the sensitive tip. “Oh fuck...” Peter tried to think what to say but honestly having his girlfriend giving him head at the moment, he was trying to find a reason to get her to stop. “Hell with it, knowing our luck who knows when we’ll have a moment together.” “There’s the spirit,” She told him before going back to work. In no time he was already hard so she ran her tongue along the outside before bobbing her head back and forth. She could get half of it down her mouth but it was just too long for her. If she tried to go all the way she would only choke, one day she would learn to work it all. She used her hand to help jerk him off as she continued her blowjob. Peter had to admit, getting a bareback blowjob by Ms. Marvel herself was one the best things in his life. His hands ran through her long blonde hair as he moaned feeling her go to work. She was actually pretty good at this, her teeth never came close to the skin. Ms. Marvel pulled off him as she looked up sexily as she reached behind her neck. She undid the back as she slowly pulled her top down just past her breasts. She gripped both large breasts as she started to give him a tit fuck. “How does this feel?” “Great, just perfect,” Peter groaned feeling the large soft breasts rubbing against his erect and wet member. She smiled as she rubbed his hard member between her large tits, she opened her mouth to take in the head as she used her breasts on his shaft. She could feel herself heating up as she was surprisingly getting turned on. The fact that she could get such reactions out of him made her happy, it gave her more confidence that she was the one he thought about and not that Black Cat woman. Peter ran his hands through her hair as she started to suck him deeper, using her tongue to the best of her ability as her soft breasts practically engulfed his dick. He moaned out as he felt himself getting so hard from her work.  God how he loved this woman, and that was when it really hit home. Did he just think that? Did he really love her or was that just a word being thrown around. He still wasn’t sure, he knew he liked her, that he found her attractive, that he deeply cared for her. Was it love? He wasn’t sure but he felt that it was soon getting to that point. “Stand up, I want to taste you,” Peter told her as he didn’t want to cum, not just yet. She slowly got away from him as she pressed her back against a wall as Peter knelt down. She shivered feeling the cold night air on her naked breasts as Peter pulled the crotch piece of her costume to the side. She felt his hot breath on her pussy and then he slowly licked it. She gasped as she felt his fingers spread her pussy lips as his tongue began to work around the sensitive flesh. She felt his tongue trace over it, flicking her opening and going inside. He would alternate things to she would never know what he was going to do. “Oh god, Spider-Man, you’re tongue is magic at times,” Ms. Marvel moaned as her hands went to her breasts. She started to fondle them, running her fingers around her nipples, pinching and rolling the nubs gently. She could get used to having him eat her out every day, although she much preferred his cock inside of her, well, a little longer for this first. Peter started to stick a couple of fingers inside of her warm tunnel as his mouth found her clip. She yelled out as he saw her abs starting to clench, by now he knew her body well enough to know he was working her up. His prick was still hard and hearing her moans he couldn’t wait to stick in into her. But he wanted to hear the words, he wanted her to ask him. “Just say the word,” Peter said before going back to her clit. “Fuck me, fuck me now please!” Carol needed him her body was aching for him. Peter took a leg and raised it as he lined himself up she took one hand to help guide him as he entered her. They both moaned feeling themselves connect; he pushed himself in as far as he could, filling her up completely. They soon started to move gently, getting used to each other. Peter kissed her passionately as they did, she kissed him in return, savouring the sensations. The feel of him thrusting inside of her walls, of his costume rubbing against her bare breasts, the taste of his mouth, Ms. Marvel let herself go as she felt the pleasure coursing through her body. Carol couldn’t believe she was doing this, she was having sex, in costume on a building. Someone could find them, okay it was a tall building and they kept the masks on but still. But her body was giving her too much pleasure to really care. Plus it was kind of turning her on, the danger of it all. She loved riding Peter’s cock, the way it stretched and filler her out, how deep he could penetrate her. She felt his mouth on her neck as his hands gripped her ass, the way her breasts were rubbing up against his costume. The costume was actually giving her sensitive nipples pleasure as the rougher material was rubbing against them. “Oh god, oh god fuck me Spider-Man, I want you to fuck me!” Ms. Marvel shouted out in pleasure. “You feel so good,” Spider-Man grunted out as he squeezed her ass some more, she really had one fine ass on her. He walked over and slammed her into the wall making her cry out in pleasure. “You want it rough today?” “Yes! Give it to me, pound me hard, please!” Carol felt him increase his pace. She started out wanting to make love but it ended up as a hard fucking, not that she minded. She was loving this and the whole part that they could be seen was adding a sense of adrenaline rush to the whole thing. “You go it, I love fucking your pussy Ms. Marvel,” Peter said calling her hero name in case anyone might be watching, even if it was remote but still, it was kind of fun to call her by that name. Sweat was starting to form on their bodies as they continued to screw each other, even in the cool night air the heat of their bodies was more than enough for them. Their moans and cries of pleasure filled the night air around them, the wet sounds of his dick sliding through her slick pussy, of their flesh slapping against each other. Eventually though all things had to reach their ending. “I’m coming, I’m coming, oh god I’m coming!” Ms. Marvel yelled out as she gripped the wall, her fingers digging into the structure easily enough from her super strength. She gasped as she felt her orgasm run through her body. Her body shook several times as it was rocked by the pleasure. Peter felt her already tight vagina clamp down onto his cock, he nearly came right then and there. But somehow he managed to hold off if only for a little bit. He thrust into her feeling he was at his own limit. “I’m going to cum...inside or out?” He quickly asked. “Out,” she told him feeling him withdrawing. She fell to her knees, they were a bit weak at the moment to stand anyway. She took his dick as she jerked off his shaft and once again placing the rest in her mouth. It didn’t take long to hear him groan as she felt the familiar pulsing of his dick, it was quickly followed by the warm fluids of his cum. She swallowed every drop, she didn’t want to get any on her uniform after all. When he was done she sat back against the wall still panting. That had been fun, the whole danger of it all was kind of kinky for her. Peter took a moment to rest as well. “Okay, that was a bit different,” Peter said as the two rested a bit and were now fixing their uniforms. “Yes, I...I don’t know what came over me,” Carol said blushing as she made sure her breasts were fully covered. She still couldn’t believe what came over her, but the thought of maybe losing Peter, especially to that leather clad bimbo, was not something she was going to let happen. “Well I’m not totally complaining if my girlfriend wants to get frisky,” Peter joked. “Although I hope no one was taping that.” Peter looked around to make sure, you never know. The last thing they needed was them fucking to be found online. “I doubt it,” although that didn’t stop her from taking a look. The girls would never let her live it down, especially some of the more liberated ones like She-Hulk and Tigra, those two got flack for being very sexually active, they wouldn’t think twice before calling her up about it. “Although next time for being spontaneous let’s at least make sure the place is comfortable,” Peter said to her adjusting his mask. Carol nodded, she had impressions of the wall still on her ass, hopefully it wouldn’t last long and no one would notice. “Shall we go?” She asked him as she floated up. “Yes, let me show you my New York and all the nasty things that happen to the more normal people.” “You sure know how to show a girl a good time,” she smiled. “You seemed to think so five minutes ago,” he shot back as he swung off. She smiled as she flew after him. TBC I think the final chapter will be the next one.

Chapter 0 - Punishment of Perverts

Disclaimer: I don’t own X-Men or any Marvel comic book character. This story is based on the 616 universe but with a few changes. Timeline wise it’s after M-day but you might see a few faces still around as this is just a one shot that I got challenged to do so I did it in the best way I could. Punishment of Perverts The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters had been through some rough times lately. After Xavier left Scott was the one to take up the leadership role of the entire school and he had been doing his best. Although things weren’t easy for him either. First there came M-Day where most mutants lost their powers, many people were devastated to find their powers gone, and some had even lost their lives without them. People had left the school, and after attacks by William Striker and his fanatics many innocent children had been killed. There was also the loss of several other X-Men as well, Jean had died (again) and now Gambit was lost to them. He had left to join Apocalypse of all people. Things were definitely darker now and now with the giant sentinels that now guarded them, although they were practically useless in that regards. Yes it had been a rough time and thankfully there was now a brief moment of rest. At the moment two of the members of the New X-Men were silently stalking the hallways. They were Josh Foley AKA Elixir, a golden skinned boy with the power to heal or kill. He was being led by a handsome dark haired boy named Julian Keller AKA Hellion. They were currently sneaking in the lower levels, mainly Julian had heard how there was a place where you could look into the woman’s shower and he was eager to find out if it was true or not. Josh was going along pretty much for the same reason. They were working their way through a maintenance work way that ran along the woman’s shower and change room. They had heard that there was a Danger Room session today that the female staff was using it today. It was the perfect time to see if they could find a way to look inside. “You have any idea where this is supposed to be?” Josh asked as they worked their way through the small passage. “Look I’m just following the pipes, they got to lead to the shower rooms right?” Julian said as they continued on. They walked on until they could hear something echoing in the passage. It sounded like a mixture of water and talking. Female voices could be heard and Julian smirked knowing that they must be close. It wasn’t easy to move, there wasn’t much room and there were pipes, webs and a lot of other stuff. The webs he just used his powers to move away until the voices were ringing all around them. Julian looked but he noticed that if there had been a hole it must have been covered up. He swore in his head thinking of what do to now. He didn’t come all this way for nothing after all, so he gently used his powers to make a few small holes for them. He had to be careful not to make them too big. When he was done four holes were made with light coming through them. Both boys went to look and they were not disappointed with what they were seeing. And then there they were some of the most beautiful women in the mansion, totally naked and washing themselves in the shower. There was Ororo who was there on a break from a mission with her new husband, she was a tall woman with a mane or white hair. It was a stark contrast to her black skin, she had long legs that were well toned as well as most of her body too. They could see she had a shapely ass and large tits with small dark nipples on them. You could see why many had thought of her as a goddess back in Africa. Next to her was Kitty Pryde, she was a bit on the short side as she was the shortest one there. She had a slim figure, almost childlike in a way with small breast, not too small but like her height she had the smallest ones out of them. She had a nice compact body though and there was a bit of baby fat but in an attractive way that didn’t make her look like she was short and too skinny. There was also Rachel Grey, the young red head had short hair and they could see the large tattoo on her back now. She too was one of the slimmer girls, breasts just slightly bigger than Kitty’s but wasn’t in the same league as the other women present. They watched that the women turned and they could see a slim patch of red hair over her pussy making it known she was in fact a real red head. Polaris was also there, as the green haired woman was washing her long hair at the moment, she was shaven so the couldn’t tell if her hair was green down there as well. She was beautiful with a nice handful size of breasts on her, so that put her on the average compared to the others but she did have great set of legs on her too. The other blonde was someone they had known of course and it was the co-headmistress Emma Frost. She had the body of a porn star, hour glass figure with the biggest breasts they had to have seen. She was clean shaven around her pussy so they didn’t know if the rumor of her not being a natural blonde was true or not. She had long dancer’s legs, perfect features as well. It wasn’t difficult to see why most of the boys fantasied about them and Hellion and Elixir were both guilty of that. The only other woman that came close to matching Emma’s breasts was the last woman there mostly known as Rogue. She had an interesting look with that streak of white in her hair and they were surprised to see that the small patch of hair over her pussy was brown with that same stripe in it. She looked like Emma only more athletic build to her, her stomach wasn’t just flat but had some muscle to it as well. It was hard to say if her tits were bigger or smaller than Emma’s as they were pretty close. The only different was in the nipples. Emma’s were light pink and about half the size of a quarter. Rogue’s were easily larger than that and stuck out, they looks like the heads of erasers although they were a darker pink color than that. “That was a good workout,” Rachel said rubbing the soap onto her arms. “Yes it was,” Storm said washing her hair, “I’m glad that I stopped by on my way back.” “So how is married life?” Kitty asked the older woman. “Has it’s ups and downs but so far it’s been very good,” Storm smiled. “Give it a year and then you’ll see that marriage isn’t as good as you’d think,” Emma told her. “Yeah you never know when some trap will try and seduce your husband,” Rachel muttered under her breath taking a jab at Emma and Scott’s relationship. She maybe have accepted that her mother was gone (again) and that Scott and Emma were a couple but that didn’t mean she had to like it. Rogue was just able to hear it, although everyone was keeping their distance from her. She didn’t take it personally, it was just a safety thing in case her powers hurt one of them. But it still hurt knowing that she couldn’t touch. There had been only a few times when she could touch, the first hadn’t been a pleasant experience while in Genosha. The others were much better, and there was that time her powers had been gone for a bit and she and Remy had gone off together for a bit. Those were the only moments in her life she had even had sex, but her powers were back and Remy had betrayed them and her again. How many times did he have to break her heart she wondered. It just seemed that life was always torturing her, and it had been so long since she felt the touch of a man. Her fingers were a poor substitute for the real thing. She looked at the other women and she envied them, they could love and made love with anyone they wanted to but she couldn’t feel anything. It made her angry at times as well. Meanwhile the boys were trying to control themselves seeing the naked women, it was even better than they had thought. Julian wished he had a camera for all of this, the male population would pay anything to see this. He grinned as he put that thought aside for later. He placed his hands on the wall seeing Rachel washing her groin area and he wished he was that hand at the moment. He was so unfocused that he didn’t notice the slight build up in power in his hands, it wasn’t much but it was enough for the wall to break apart and the boys falling through it into the shower. There were shots of surprise as many of the women went to get something to cover their bodies with. With the exception of Storm and Emma, Storm didn’t have problems with nudity in fact once she stripped after a workout with Jean and was perfectly fine to walk to her room naked. Emma didn’t have anything to feel ashamed with her body and of course being in the Hellfire Club modesty went out the window along with morals, ethics and many other things. She stood there like a teacher with her hands on her hips glaring at the young boys. “What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” She asked in a calm and cold voice. “It was all his idea,” Josh said. “You asshole!” Julian shouted. “Silence!” Emma snapped and both boys shut up. “First thing I’m going to do is get that wall fixed up and make sure this doesn’t happen again. Next you two are going to be punished.” “You got that right!” Kitty said with a towel on coming back into the room with the other women who fled. “You two think it’s okay to just peep on women like this? I think the two perverts here should be really punished for this.” Rogue had an idea for a punishment, if the boys were perverts then maybe she could give them a real lesson. “I’ll do it.” Everyone looked at the Southern Belle, “I want to do it and I think I got the perfect one in mind, besides I got nothing to do for the afternoon and I’m sure you all got work.” Rogue said looking at them. The other woman looked at each other, Storm had to get ready to go soon, Emma had her plate full, Kitty had a class, Rachel was also helping some of the kids too. Polaris actually had a date planned and she wanted to get ready for it. “Alright they’re all yours then,” Emma stated walking off with her head high. Rogue looked at the two boys, “You two will get to my room in an hour and you better not be late.” ==Later== Rogue had dried off in her room and now she was going to put her plan into action. She was always a fan of let the punishment fit the crime. Plus why should she be the only sexually frustrated one in the mansion? So she decided to give the boys what they wanted but would make them also scared of it as well. She started out with putting on a black garter belt with stockings on them. She used a black lace push up bra that gave her even more cleavage, not that she really needed it. A slim g-string was put on as it showed off her ass and yet just managed to hide her pussy and the small patch of trimmed hair she kept down there. Next she went with a low green skirt and a matching t-shirt that showed off her stomach line. She also put on long green gloves that went up to her elbows. She went to her closet and put on her green and white cloak that would hide what she had planned. She decided to add in makeup as well, red lipstick with some eyeliner and mascara. She placed two chairs in front of the bed and waited for the boys to show up. When they did they had no idea what was in store for them. “Ah miss Anna we’re really sorry about-“ Josh started but Rogue cut him off. “Shut it, you two sit down and keep quiet. You both will not leave this room until I’m finished and I don’t want to hear anything out of you two got it?” She told them. Julian sighed, he figured that Josh’s plea for forgiveness wouldn’t work. So he sat down on the chair wondering what was going on. Rogue smirked looking at the boys, “Well you two seem to have trouble controlling your inhibitions. I’ve got the cure for that so you two are going to learn just how dangerous it is to let your impulses control you.” With that she went to her stereo and pressed the play button, music started to pump into the room and they watched shocked as she threw her cloak aside. Now she was in those sexy clothing she put on and the boys couldn’t take their eyes off her. She swayed with the music in an almost hypnotic fashion as she danced for the boys. She teased them a little with a few posses before she gently took the hem of her top and slowly pulled it off her body. She continued to do it as she turned her back to them and bent down and took the skirt off as they got a good view of her ass with the thong on it. She threw the articles aside as she walked towards them swaying her hips. “Well now I think you boys should learn your lesson now. Remember boys look but don’t touch.” With that she sat on Josh’s lap as she started to grind herself into him. He grunted feeling his penis get more aroused as the feel of her groin against his. He knew that he couldn’t touch her bare skin so he kept his hands to his sides but it sure wasn’t easy. She breathed on his skin which was both erotic and dangerous. He wasn’t sure what was getting his heart pounding more, the fact she was doing this or the fact with any mistake could lead him unconscious. Rogue only smirked at the boy, she could feel his erection growing but she knew that he couldn’t do anything about it. She rent her hands down over his body as she lightly rose up and down on him almost riding him softly as she swirled her hips against his lap. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra and threw it away, she stood up and cupping her breasts she pushed them together close to his face. “So you wanted to see a woman naked huh? You wanted to see these?” She teased getting as close as she could. He couldn’t stop staring at the perfect orbs but he had to make his face wasn’t close to them. “What’s a matter you don’t like them?” Rogue said as she got off the boy. She started more erotic dancing with the music, her hands trailing over her body as the boys sat captivated and frustrated by it. She got onto her bed and took off the panties so she was just in gloves, stockings and her garter at the moment. She spread her legs and with her fingers started to caress and finger her pussy. She pulled back the lips showing the pink flesh to them, she would roll her head and moan sexily for them. Rogue then got up and sat on Julian’s lap as she worked him up much in the same way as Josh. “So what do you think little man?” Rogue whispered to his ear, she was pressed up against him her body was rubbing all over his. Her breasts mashed up against his chest to hard he could feel her nipples through his shirt. “Do you want me? You want to kiss me, to fuck me little man? Well you can try but it’s touch at your own risk.” She laughed a little as she teased him by breathing slowly on his face as she moved her mouth just over his skin. Not touching but he could feel the heat of her body almost. Julian couldn’t take it anymore, those lips were so close to his face. He knew what would happen if he acted but damn it, it was worth it. So he quickly moved forward and kissed her. Rogue was so shocked by it that she didn’t even move, but when her senses came back she jumped back in shock. She touched her lips as something unexpected had happened, she had kissed him and nothing happened. Julian also knew this and he got up to the teacher and before she could say anything he grabbed her and kissed her hard. Rogue tried to fight it, but it felt so good. She was just about to push him off her when his hand reached down to her sex and started to caress her mound. A moan escaped her mouth before she could stop it, she couldn’t understand why her powers were suddenly not working. What no one knew was that under her bed the mutant boy Leech was hiding, he had been put up to a prank by one of the other kids that he couldn’t steal the panties of at least four of the women on the X-Men without getting caught. He had just got a pair of green panties from Rogue’s room when he heard someone coming. He panicked and ducked under the bed and wishing he had never taken up the stupid bet. Although he nearly had a heart attack when Rogue came in and his young eyes widened when she started to change right in front of him. He peeked to see her strip totally naked and put on a sexy number that gave the young boy a hard on. He had just started to notice girls and this was his first look at a naked woman. Then the boys came in and he watched Rogue’s strip tease of the boys, then Julian couldn’t take it anymore and that’s when things got interesting. Julian’s tongue explored hers as his hand was caressing her sex, she couldn’t stop the moan in her mouth. She was screaming how wrong this was, this wasn’t what she wanted. But her body ached for his touch, for a man’s touch. She needed it so bad for so long. She tried to fight him slightly but he grabbed one of her wrists and then his fingers started to probe her insides. She did moan this time as Julian fingered her pussy. Finally he pulled his mouth away from her, “Stop this, it’s wrong.” “Oh then why are you so wet?” Julian said slipping out his fingers and showing her. Her eyes widened seeing her own juices on his fingers. She tried to say a denial but her mouth just worked open and closed. She couldn’t say anything, all she could do was stare at his fingers in surprised. “I think you really want this,” Julian said kissing her neck and collarbone. “How long has it been teach?” “Oh god,” Rogue whispered feeling his kisses on her body. She could feel her body betraying her as she was getting hot. She cursed him, her powers and everything else she could think of. She wanted to teach them a lesson and here she was moaning like some slut just because she couldn’t get what others had. It made her angry every time she looked around to see men and women together. It was a constant reminded of what she once had but never might have again. She wasn’t sure why she could touch, or why her powers didn’t seem to be working but damn it she needed this. There were two boys with hard ones for her, they wanted her and she could get what she wanted. She pushed him away seeing the lust in his eyes and Rogue had to make a decision, her breathing was hard but she still had enough control to think. She knew this was wrong but so was the fact that she couldn’t touch. So she made her choice. “Alright boys I don’t know what’s going on but here’s the deal,” She told them. “You don’t speak of this at all, anything that happens in this room stays and if you don’t keep your mouths shut then they will never find the bodies, got it?” “Uh-yeah,” Josh said from this seat. “So we’re going to...” Julian smirked at her. She looked at them with a lustful look as she crawled onto her bed and got on her back, her elbows propping her up as she spread her legs for them to see the wet pussy almost inviting them in. “So whose first?” Julian didn’t waste any time, he quickly started to strip off his clothing, there was no way he was going to pass up having sex with this woman. She was built in ways that most men dream of and he couldn’t wait to fuck her. Rogue watched the young boy so eager to get it on with her. She had to admit there was something stimulating that she was so desirable to him. When he pulled off his boxers and she saw the 7 inch long cock she was impressed. That was larger than Gambit had been by a few inches. Already she was wondering how he would feel inside of her. The boy climbed on top of her as he used his hands to grip her breasts testing out how they felt and they felt great. He couldn’t believe these were natural but given her powers there was no way she could have had surgery like Emma did with her breasts. He had to suck on the massive breasts, they just called to him. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth as he ran his tongue over it. It was easy to get it hard as she was already pretty excited as it was. Rogue moaned in pleasure feeling him do that. But she wasn’t into foreplay at the moment, her body demanded some kind of gratification. “Come on and put it in me already,” She told him in a husky voice. Hellion did just that, he felt the tip of his cock at her entrance and thrust himself into her warm and tight body. He grunted as he felt her tight inner walls around his member as Rogue threw her head back with a cry of pleasure. It had been so long since she felt a man in her, she didn’t care it was a student. It was a man’s cock in her for the first time in so very long, so many frustrated nights alone had caught up to her. She thrusts her hips back against him trying to get him as deep as he could get into her body. “Oh yes, ugh, fuck yes, do me, oh god, ugh, ugh, ugh!” Rogue cried out feeling his cock work its way in and out of her. “Fuck you’re tight,” Hellion said as he fucked the southern teacher. He tried to hold off but that strip tease of hers was too much for him. He held out for as long as he could, but after seven minutes his thrusting picked up. “Oh god I’m going to cum!” “Just hold it, just a little bit longer!” Rogue cried out. Julian gritted his teeth as he massaged her breasts trying to get her off, then he gripped them hard as he bucked against her a few more times until he thrust himself deep into her body. He cried out as his cock pulsed and several ropes of cum blasted into her body. Rogue didn’t care that she was fucking them bareback, or that she could get pregnant from this. She was so caught up she had forgotten, but the minute that first shot of liquid heat hit her sensitive walls was enough for her. She cried out as she came on his cock, her inner walls tightening around his member. After they caught their breath Julian pulled out of her, his cock only half limp as he looked to Josh who was naked and sporting an impressive hard on as well. “You’re up.” Julian said. “Great,” Josh smiled as he got onto the bed, he started with making out with Rogue. He tasted her lips as their tongues battled it out, their hands started to roam over each other’s bodies. He felt her soft hands trailing over his young frame as his own hands found her breasts, her ass and anything else he could do. Rogue rolled them so that she was on top of him looking down with a lustful look as he gave one equally back to her. As Rogue was straddling the young golden skinned boy, she had lost any reservations about this after all it had been nearly a year since she felt a person’s touch, had felt a man inside of her. She ached so much for a male’s touch and she didn’t care if she was fucking the two young boys. She felt his hard cock in her hands and guided it inside of her body, she let out a sexy moan. The two of them started a slow fucking motion both enjoying the moment. Seeing the two of them like this was starting to give Hellion a new hard on as well. He watched that perfect ass of her and he just had to have it. As Julian went over to the bed behind her, he bent Rogue forward as she rode Josh. Hellion gripped that fine ass of hers and placed his cock at the entrance to her sphincter. Rogue jumped at the sensation and quickly looked back at him with a panicked expression, “Julian no! Please I’ve never had sex there before!” “Oh really?” He smirked, “Well I don’t want your mouth and your pussy is busy and I really want a piece of that ass.” He started to push himself into her. Rogue cried out in pain, it wasn’t pleasant. “Oh god it hurts! Pull it out, pull it out!” Rogue said feeling tears starting to form from the cock invading her body. “Dude you’re hurting her knock it off!” Elixir yelled at him. Julian sighed and pulled out, “Fuck! Come on I know we can do this, do you got anything that can at least lub you up? I mean it would make it a lot easier and I am not leaving until I get the nail that ass at least once.” Rogue bit her lip not sure what to do, she wanted more sex but was she ready for anal sex? She thought about it, she had heard that a few of the other women had anal sex before. Some said they didn’t like it but others said they did like it. But given that Hellion was so set on it she knew that he wouldn’t leave until he at least tried it out. So she might as well get it over with besides for whatever reason she had no idea how long her powers would be turned off. If this was just some fluke it could be her only chance to experience sex for who knows how long again. “In my drawer I got some hand lotion,” she told him. Although she used that for masturbation mainly she didn’t need to tell him that. While Julian was getting the lotion Elixir was starting slow movements with his hips getting her attention back to the golden boy. While Julian was rough he was gentle and it made for an interesting experience. Gambit the few times they could fuck had used foreplay but then he just fucked her roughly to end things. She kind of liked this new approach. The boy couldn’t believe how good this women felt, although she was still slick from Julian’s cum in her and her own she was still nice and tight. All that time without sex had left her pussy not really broken in all that much. He could only stare at those large and beautiful breasts swaying over him. He used his hands to grab them and knead them gently feeling their softness and yet they had this firm center to them. She moaned a bit and he leaned up and started to suck on one of her large nipples. Rogue moaned out even louder as she swayed her hips with his grinding their pelvic areas together. Jullian had come back and was putting the lotion on his hard cock, when that was done he squirted a bit on the crack of her ass. He saw her tense up and he started to work it into her asshole. Rogue gasped as a finger wasn’t all that big so it didn’t hurt as much. She felt the slick feeling of the lube being put inside of her body. She grinded against Josh’s cock as he was playing with her large breasts, sucking on the nipples. Then Julian pulled out his finger and that’s when she tensed up feeling the head of his cock pushing into her virgin ass. “Jeez don’t tense up just relax,” Julian told her as he started to rub her back. Rogue nodded her head and gritted her teeth as his cock pushed itself into her body. “Ugh, oh god...ah.” “You alright?” Josh asked her. “Just...go easy and keep it up Josh,” Rogue told him. Josh nodded and went back to pleasuring her body as best he could. It helped to distract her as Julian pushed his cock into her. Thankfully he was taking his time and finally he managed to fit his cock into her, he stopped giving her time to relax and to adjust to it. He couldn’t believe just how tight this woman was, both her holes were amazing but then again he knew that her sex life was nearly none existent. Finally he started to move gently in and out of her body letting her get used to it. Rogue felt the aching in her ass starting to slowly go away as her body started to get used to the presence inside of her. But something was happening she didn’t expect, she could feel both dicks inside of her, they were pressing up against each other with only a thin piece of her body that separated them. They were grinding against each other and with Josh sucking on her tits and now that Julian was kneading her ass she was really starting to get into it. Slowly they started to move a bit faster as they found a rhythm wish each other. Soon Josh was pushing into her as Julian pulled out and then when he pushed in, Josh would pull out. “Oh god I’m starting to like this,” Rogue moaned out as she fucked the two boys. “Do me harder boys, please fuck me harder.” “You got it,” Julian smirked as he stared to slam himself into her ass, his hips making a smacking sound as they hit. “Oh god dude you got to try her ass next, it’s fucking awesome!” “Just let me finish here,” Josh grunted out as he gripped her waist and started to fuck himself up into her as fast and as hard as he could. Rogue was soon crying out instead of moaning feeling the dicks hammer into her. “Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME! OH FUCK! AWW-I’M CUMMING BOYS!” Rogue yelled out feeling the pressure inside of her ready to burst. “Ugh, fuck! Yeah take that! Take that, you like that huh?” Julian said gripping her ass as he was fucking her as hard as he could. “Yeah I’m going to fucking cum in your ass!” “Oh shit I’m cumming!” Josh said as he cried out and felt himself shot his load into the older woman. Rogue felt the hot sperm hit her cervix and she threw her head back shouting out as her body tensed up. It was the biggest orgasm she had ever had. Julian felt her get even tighter as he grunted out as he held himself in her ass filling it up with his sperm. Rogue shivered at the sensation getting a mini-orgasm from the strange feeling so soon after getting her orgasm. Julian held himself inside of her until he felt himself over his release and pulled out. He could see the cum leaking from Rogue’s pussy as it was overstuffed with both their cum. Rogue slowly got off Josh and fell to her back onto her bed gasping for breath. She felt a bit tired, her body was covered in sweat, she could feel the cum inside of her body as a bit of it leaked out of her. A part of her mind made a mental note to clean her sheets and carpet after she could. She lay there just enjoying the afterglow of the sex she had, god how she had missed it. She felt the bed shift and suddenly a mouth was back onto her tit. She looked to see Julian sucking on one of her large breasts again as his hand trailed down her stomach to her pussy, he started to rub it lightly making her moan a bit. “What are ya doing?” Rogue asked. “Hey I’ve got no idea why we can do this but I’m foe one taking full advantage of this,” Julian said fingering her pussy. “Besides I’ve always wanted to fuck one of the teachers ever since Josh made out with Rahne.” Rogue sucked in her breath when Josh started to lick her nipple on her other breast as his hand made slow circle motions on her toned stomach. She closed her eyes enjoying the two young studs pleasuring her body, she knew it was wrong but she was a woman with needs. She needed this a lot more than her morals at the moment. So the three of them continued on fucking each other, sometimes one of the boys would take a rest while the other fucked Rogue and then they would switch, sometimes they would both go at her. Rogue wanted to try every single sexual thing she could think of. She didn’t want to waste this anymore than the boys, she got on her knees to suck the boys’ cocks to get them hard. A couple of times she got them to cum in her mouth as she tried to swallow it all. She would use her large breasts to give them the most amazing tity fucks in their young lives. One time she was on her hands as knees as she Julian was holding her head fucking her mouth, she managed to swallow him up to the end of his shaft. Josh finally took his turn at screwing her ass and although it wasn’t his thing it was something he would remember. Julian had her up against her wall at one point, her legs hooked around his waist as he tried to fuck her through the wall, Josh was a bit more gentler than he was. He had her legs over his shoulders as he fucked her deeply. One time as she was on her back, Julian was screwing her pussy while Josh was on her chest fucking her breasts. He had always fantasised about this and couldn’t hold himself as he came all over her face. The trio continued to fuck until Rogue couldn’t go on. At one point she cried out as she arched her back with one of the boys inside of her and collapsed. She passed out too tired to continue. Julian who was inside of her kept on fucking her, he was getting pretty tired himself plus he wasn’t sure how much he had left in him. He was getting aching feelings in his gut and groin and so this would have to be the last time. He could see Josh jerking himself over Rogue’s body and he had to admit he wanted to try that as well. He pulled out feeling himself getting close and started to jerk his cock. Both boys were pumping themselves until they came, although it wasn’t much. Josh managed one squirt onto her chest and Julian less that on her stomach as both boys were pretty much empty for sperm at the moment. “Holy fuck dude,” Josh said breathing hard, “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight tomorrow.” “Yeah but totally worth it,” Julian grinned, “Too bad we can’t say we fucked the unfuckable. Why the hell did her powers go out anyway, in fact I can’t use mine either.” Josh tried to use his on himself but couldn’t seem to activate it either. It was strange and both boys didn’t know what was going on. But they just shrugged, they needed to change and get out of there before someone came looking for Rogue. They would be in major trouble if someone came in seeing them like this. With the amount of trouble Josh got into for just kissing a teacher, fucking one would be even worse. So they quickly dressed and wanted to get to a shower quickly to wash all the sex off of them. After the boys had left Leech crawled out of the bed and looked to see Rogue’s passed out body. She was totally naked, covered in sweat and sperm in some areas. Her pussy was leaking a bit of the white fluids and he was wondering what to do. He heard a moan and jumped looking back to see Rogue, he couldn’t believe his eyes. She seemed to be slightly moving and we thighs were rubbing each other. He wasn’t sure but he guessed that she was having an erotic dream. He knew that he should most likely go but all that time under the bed listening and watching gave him a huge hard on. Now there was a naked woman right there. He knew that he shouldn’t do what he was thinking but she already fucked two boys already and she was passed out and when would be the next time he would ever get a chance for something like this? He couldn’t help but look at her, even in her current state she was beautiful, sexy and he wanted her. He looked at the door knowing that anyone could come in so he had to hurry up and chose. So he pulled down his pants, opened up her legs and pushed in his cock into her waiting pussy. It was so warm and tight, plus very slick from all the boys’ cum and her own. It was easy to move his cock in and out of her. He thrust his young hard cock into her pussy and heard her moan out, he froze wondering if she would wake up. She didn’t and he was surprised when her hips started to grind against his. She was trying to fuck him back in her sleep! He grabbed her hips and started thrusting even more and faster. He heard her moaning out and moving her hips in her sleep, but being young and his first time he didn’t last very long and grunted as he felt himself cum inside of a woman for the first time. He panted thinking that maybe it was best that he got out of there before someone came looking. He quickly put himself in order and ran out making sure the door was closed behind him. He got halfway down the hall before he realized he forgot the panties under her bed. He thought about going back for it but decided that seeing her naked and then getting the first fuck of his life was better than trying to win a bet. But then again there were still other women around he could try and take their panties and he was wondering what Emma Frost wore under her clothing as a perverted grin got hold of his face. The End

Chapter 1 - The Perfect Present

Content Warnings: Seduction, Bondage, Teasing. “Wow.” It took a lot to faze her, but even Daphne had to admit finding out Harry Potter’s French girlfriend was secretly a metamorphmagus Auror in disguise had to be at the top of the list of utterly weird things she had seen during her time in the castle. But she was quick on her feet and Tonks could only stare at her in surprise as the shocked expression on her face was replaced by a huge grin. “You’re taking this much better than I thought you would. I had to hex the last person who found out.” “Really? Who?” Daphne’s smile didn’t waver but her fingers closed around her wand and she tensed in anticipation. “Relax. I had to hex him because it was Goyle. It was a basic memory charm, nothing too bad. I don’t think I need to hex you.” Tonks paused and smirked. “Besides, Harry will mope for a week if something happens to his princess and I need him to concentrate on his training.” “We’re just friends,” Daphne said icily but she couldn’t help the frustrated tone of her voice. She could count on one hand the number of ‘friends’ she had gone braless for but the man refused to pick up the literal clues she was dropping. “Please.” Tonks rolled her eyes. “You hugged him after he taught you how to conjure a Patronus. The girl who threatened to force-feed Ronald his dick because his hand accidentally brushed against your arm.” Daphne blushed but couldn’t think of an effective counter. She had, after all, indeed hugged Harry in a moment of weakness. “I also saw the look he gave you after that hug. The last time I got that ‘I’m so proud of you look’ I was slammed against a wall and fucked silly the moment we were alone.” Daphne’s smile morphed into a frown. “I doubt I’m getting fucked against a wall anytime soon,” she muttered under her breath. “Yeah, you’re a bed kinda gal. Can’t take Slytherin’s princess someplace as common as a broom closet,” Tonks teased. Her smile disappeared at the morose look on Daphne’s face. Watching the normally proud and icy Slytherin show her insecurities almost felt unnatural. “Listen, it’s nothing you did. He likes you, he’s just adorably dense when it comes to women. I had to give him a striptease in the middle of an abandoned warehouse before he accepted that I liked him.” A smile returned on Daphne’s face as she mulled over the older woman’s words. “I’ve never met a metamorphmagus before. Is it true that you can change your appearance to anything you like?” “Yep. As long as I can visualize it in my head. It doesn’t even have to be human. My pig nose is always a riot at the dinner table. Want to see it?” “Not in the slightest. But I do have an idea…” Harry dragged himself up the stairs, exhausted to the bone. Angelina had set a punishing schedule to get them all back into shape after a year away from Quidditch and his body (and clothes, which were drenched and covered in mud), were paying the price. All he wanted was a hot shower, Tonks, and something to eat, in exactly that order. He pushed open the door to his dark and empty dorms and walked over to his bed, tensing at the sight of the unfamiliar man seated on it. He had a long white beard eerily similar to the one sported by Professor Dumbledore, a magnificent mustache, and bright blue eyes. He was dressed in a red shirt and red pants, both of which were trimmed with white fur. The man was seated on his bed next to a large red sack that Harry could have sworn moved a couple of times. “Merry Christmas, Mister Potter,” the man said, although the familiar voice gave away who it really was. “Very funny.” Harry rolled his eyes fondly. “Who am I in this roleplay? Your helpful elf?” “You are a very nice man who gets a splendid Christmas present!” Tonks said, gesturing to the sack next to her. “But Christmas isn’t till next week, Santa.” “Very nice men get their gift early,” Tonks said as she climbed off the bed. “Plus, if I made your gift wait any longer we’d have a couple of murders on our hands. Very temperamental, this,” she said, patting the sack. Harry could have sworn he heard a faint ‘fuck you’ from inside the bag. “Are you ready for your present?” “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Harry said with a faint smile. Tonks pulled out her wand, vanishing the sack with a simple swish. “Merry Christmas! What do you think?” she asked with a smirk. Harry didn’t reply. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but the sight of his gift had rendered him momentarily speechless. His mind was blank, the blood needed to fuel it rushing downstairs to the large tent suddenly growing in his pants. Daphne was kneeling on his bed, her gorgeous blonde hair cascading around her shoulders and down her back in perfect waves. Her bright blue eyes looked up at him with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Her alabaster cheeks were pink and her plump red lips were curved around a bright red ball gag that had been pushed into her mouth. The ball gleamed in the dull candlelight from the saliva coating it. A trickle leaked out of the corner of her lips and made its way down to her chin, completing the vision of a messy but perfect goddess. Daphne tilted her head to draw his attention to the elegant black leather collar wrapped around her slender neck. It had a heart-shaped pendant that had his initials dangling from it. Harry made the mistake of lowering his gaze. The twitch in his pants at the sight that greeted him did not go unnoticed by Daphne, who moaned and spread her legs, inviting him to unwrap his present. She wasn’t naked but Harry didn’t think what she was wearing qualified as clothes either. A thin red satin ribbon wrapped around her chest, pushing her heavy breasts together. The creamy mounds strained against the delicate string holding them together, threatening to spill out with every breath she took. Her large pink areolas and the stiff nubs that crowned them were covered with small, entirely inadequate bows. Harry’s gaze traveled lower, past her flat, toned stomach, down to her slender waist and curvy hips. Her long legs were bare but she had another red ribbon wrapped around her waist like a girdle that covered absolutely nothing. A maroon flower with golden trimming hung from it and covered her bare mound, protecting her modesty. When she noticed him staring at it Daphne reached down, plucked the rose free, and carefully balanced it on her right palm. She bowed her head and held it up for him, symbolically offering him the most precious gift of all. Her flower. “Merry Christmas,” Tonks whispered. She morphed back to her original appearance and leaned in to kiss Harry’s cheek. “How do you like your present?” “It’s perfect,” Harry whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from Daphne. “Remember, half the fun is in unwrapping the gift. Take your time, you have all night.” “Do you want to unwrap her with me?” Tonks grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.” Thought I'd spread some early holiday cheer by writing a drabble with two of my favorite gals, Daphne and Tonks! If you'd like to read more Smutmas Drabbles, check out my Patreon! 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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

AN: I haven’t kept up with Spider-Man much since One More Day so I’m not sure if Peter is still rooming with Michelle Gonzales and I honestly couldn’t find any information about it. So I’m working with the best info I have a the moment. Marvellous Spider-Man. Also remember to review if you have any suggestions on what you would like to see Spider-Man and Ms Marvel get up to. Chapter 3 If there was one thing Peter hated it was how things kept getting in the way of his personal life. He was on his way back to his place to change and get ready for the date with Carol when of course something had to happen. And it just had to be one of the more annoying people he usually ran into. The new Stilt-Man, Peter wasn’t sure who the new guy was although he had heard that last guy was blown away by the Punisher. This guy seemed just as annoying as the first, honestly, who thinks that just because you got a suit that makes longer legs makes you a good villain? Currently the guy was running down a street, crushing a few cars and running from the cops, but from the traffic the cop cars weren’t able to follow him. How the police could get to anywhere at times in New York traffic was a miracle to Peter. “Alright buddy, pull over the legs and just surrender so we don’t have to do all this. I got a hot date and I don’t want to keep her busy because she can be scary when mad,” Spider-Man said to him swinging next to the would-be villain. Honestly he was a bit scared of what would happen if Carol really lost her temper, she could kick his ass easily and he didn’t want to figure out just how she got when pissed. “Think again, with this suit I’m invisible!” “Yeah...leg powers make you invincible,” Peter said dryly. “Okay you know what I can’t drag this out so no jokes, with the exception of you that is, and a quick beat down for you.” He gave a quick kick to the man’s chest knocking him back, thankfully it seems the guy was really not used to the suit yet. He fired a web lined to the feet and pulled making the man fall onto his back. He quickly as could webbed the legs onto the buildings on either side, making the man’s legs stuck in the splits position. Peter ignored the man’s protests, he really didn’t have the time for this he was just thankful it was one of the D-rank villains. He just hoped that his roommate Michelle Gonzales wasn’t home, ever since the Chameleon posed as him and fucked her, well things were awkward between them. He really needed to find a new place to live and soon or else get sucked into more drama he didn’t need. Plus with Carol in his life, well he knew full well two women were always a bad thing. That whole thing with MJ and Black Cat was a sore reminder and it’s not like he could have gotten both to go with it...although...he pushed those thoughts aside. MJ was gone off in LA and Black Cat, well that was something that would have to stay professional now. Besides with Carol he needed to focus his time on her, she really was a great woman and if things worked out maybe something more long term. It might get a bit dicey while being on the same team and all as he had never dated anyone while on the Avengers. He just hoped that didn’t ruin things. -Ms. Marvel’s Apartment- Carol was busy herself, mainly trying to figure out what to wear. This was just a regular date but she always got like this. What was appropriate for this kind of date? She wanted to look good but not too good, something simple but also something that Peter would like to look at. It was of course at that moment that her phone rang. She sighed going over to the small table that had it. “Hello?” Carol said in maybe a bit too much irritation in her voice. “Is this a bad time?” “Jessica, sorry just stressing a bit,” Carol smiled at the voice on the other end. Jessica Drew the original and now current Spider-Woman had become a good friend when they had been Avengers and trying to take down Norman Osborn. She couldn’t blame the other woman for wanting a good friend at that time either. She had only just woke up to a world gone nuts, plus having that Skrull Queen of all people impersonate you, well many were still a little guarded around her. “So talk, I was just going to see if you were busy but I guess you are,” Jessica smirked on the other line. “Yeah I have a date and I’m trying to make a good impression but still casual.” “I thought you and Wonder Man were history?” Carol rolled her eyes, “We’re still just friends now, I’m seeing someone else.” “Anyone I know?” Carol paused at that, was it okay to say who she was dating? Jessica knew Peter too plus it wasn’t the first time team members dated. Although it was only a second date and they weren’t exclusive or anything, not yet anyway. Deciding that it was okay she told her. “I’m going to a ball game with Peter.” “Peter?” Jessica thought of a few Peter’s she knew but there was one that she thought only she and Carol knew. “Peter Parker?” “Yep.” “Wow really? I didn’t think you two were seeing each other, when did this start?” “Not long actually, this is only our second official date. But I’ll admit he’s a really nice guy, most likely why I started to like him. I mean I know we got off on the wrong foot at first, with the whole civil war thing and me trying to arrest him in that.” “Glad I missed that to tell the truth,” Jessica said honestly. “God, all the things I missed. I’m still trying to catch up you know. Although sometimes those jokes of his do get a bit tiresome.” “I like his jokes,” She told her friend. “I mean it lightens the mood and given all the crap that’s happened and what who knows will show up, we could use something to lighten the mood. Plus he’s a really nice guy and he really tries to pull his own weight. I can’t help but respect him, even after all the bad press and some of the worst things he just keeps getting back up and keeps going out there.” “Wow...sounds like you really fallen for the guy.” Jessica said hearing Carol talk about him. “So...how is he in bed then or have you gotten that far?” Carol could only smirk, “Oh trust me it’s no wonder he’s sometimes called the Amazing Spider-Man.” “Serious?” “Yeah, he’s very attentive and he fucks like a machine, I mean talk about stamina.” “How big?” When Carol told her she didn’t believe it. “Bullshit.” “I kid you not,” Carol laid out several pieces of clothing on her bed with the phone held between her ear and shoulder. “Jeez...Maybe I should have asked him out when I had a chance.” Jessica joked. “Hands off he’s mine,” Carol warned her. Jessica just laughed on the other end, “Don’t worry I’m not the type to sleep with a friend’s guy just like that you know. Anyways sounds like this could be something special, I hope things work out.” “Yeah same here...so...can you help me pick something out?” Carol sighed looking at what she had to choose from. -Later- Peter was glad that he had arrived on time, given his life getting on time for a date was a hard thing as usually something always seemed to come up. He knocked and waited, hoping that he wasn’t too late. He really had to bust his ass here just in case he was running late. It was one of the curses of being Spider-Man, it always got into his personal life at times. When the door opened there stood Carol, in jeans, a t-shirt and a sports jacket. Her hair was in a pony tail in a ball cap and she looked good even in normal wear. Especially since the jeans really showed off her hips and legs as they hugged her body just right. She must have caught him looking as she gave him a coy smile, slightly shifting her hips. “Hey.” “Hey, you look great,” Peter said bringing his eyes to her face which was still something that could turn heads. Honestly she really was a knockout blond, that mask really did hide her face. Carol was glad that he liked her outfit given what she went through to get it. Looking him over she had to admit he looked nice too. He really was the cute looking normal guy that girls found attractive. Plus his warm and open personality really drew you in, at least it did to her. It was so nice to finally meet a really nice guy that made her at ease, someone she could also respect on the battlefield...and was a great fuck that didn’t hurt. She tried to fight down those memories, she wanted an actual date and not for them to get each other’s clothing off and for her to feel him against her. “You look nice, so we better get there before things get too crowded.” “Yeah no kidding, plus we might want to hit the food stands first before we sit or it will take forever with the lines.” Peter said as she locked up and they were off on their way. “Yeah that can get insane, I once stood in line for over half an hour and missed a great triple play. I swear I nearly ripped the seat out of the stand,” She told him as they shared a bit of a laugh. “Yeah but you’d think with ticket prices they could at least knock down the food bills,” Peter sighed. “I mean with how much I can eat with a slightly higher metabolism it can get expensive.” “Oh god that is too much,” Carol agreed with him she was in the same boat. She could eat all she wanted and not really gain weight, since her body burned it up really fast. Something a few female friends had claimed was totally unfair. “Doesn’t help that the food can be really good too.” “I think it’s part of a sinister plot,” Peter told her. “I mean I think they put something in junk food that compels people to eat it, so they keep buying it. I’m sure there is someone out there that makes this stuff and sells it as some plot to take over the world.” He saw the odd look she was giving him. “Hey I’ve seen and heard weirder stuff.” She thought about it for a moment and decided not to comment on that, she had seen a lot of strange stuff too and what he said wasn’t the strangest. What that said about her life she really didn’t want to think about. So they went on their date to the ball game. They rode the subway there, got their food and finally got in their seats just after the game started. Of course it was a bit of fun to root for their own teams, especially what was at stake of which team won. By the time the fifth inning the score was pretty close and looked like it could still go either way. That is until the first drops of rain fell on them. At first Peter thought it was nothing but when he felt something wet hit his face again he looked up to see dark clouds. “Oh come on,” Peter groaned he swore that there the news said there wasn’t going to be any rain. Then again he knew first hand thanks to J.J. that the news wasn’t accurate so why should weather forecast. “Are you fucking me?” Carol said in obvious anger at the sky. “This is my first real day off in weeks.” “Is it just me or do your dates also get something to interrupt them?” Peter asked remembering how their dinner date had been interrupted. “I wish the X-Men were still near here, didn’t they have someone that can control the weather?” “Yeah Storm, never a weather controller around when you need one,” Peter felt more rain falling now. “Oh man we are so going to get soaked. -Carol’s Apartment- Carol opened the door as two very wet adults entered. The game had been called off on account of a freak rain storm, of course they had to take the long way home. She could in theory have just flown them but both agreed that if anyone saw her fly off with someone and knew him it wouldn’t be good for Peter. People would ask questions, even in a city like New York with all the people that showed up here with powers. Luckily the subway had been close to the game and also to her place, that didn’t mean they didn’t get wet, they did. “I can’t believe that happened,” Peter said feeling like he just swam in the Hudson river only cleaner. “I know and my team was winning too,” Carol pouted she hated it when games were called off plus she had been enjoying herself. “Well we better get out of these clothes, come on I’ll put them in the dryer.” “You got a dryer in your apartment?” Peter knew that a lot of apartments had their own laundry room. Having your own really sent the price up because it was a luxury. “Do I want to know how much that increases the rent on his place?” “About as high as you might think but it’s worth it,” She said as she pulled open what Peter thought was a linen closet only to see a washer and dryer inside. “Whenever I have to clean my uniform I prefer them not to be seen or stolen. Had that happen before and I had to wear one of my older ones until I got a replacement.” “I thought you didn’t really have a secret identity?” Peter watched as she started to strip and throw them into the dryer. At this point they already had sex so being naked wasn’t that big an issue. He followed along being glad to get out of the things. Although he was careful not to throw anything like his camera and wallet in there, he lost over fifty bucks in bills the last time he had mistakenly left his wallet in the wash. “I don’t really,” Carol explained clad only in wet black bra and panties. She unclipped her bra feeing her large breasts as she went to pull down her panties. “But when people think of Ms. Marvel they think of the black leotard and the mask, they don’t really look at my face.” It made sense to Peter as she took a moment to enjoy the view of her bending over to take her panties off. Those long toned legs and that perfect ass, yeah, people wouldn’t really look at her face all that much. He finished with his own clothing putting them in last. He closed the door and was about to ask her what setting when he felt her naked body pressing up against him. “Uh...Carol?” “I was cold and needed to warm up,” She said hugging him close, it was partially true, she was cold but it was also an excuse to pressed up against his naked body. Her hands were slowly ran over his body feeling the hard muscles. Slowly her hands went lower and suddenly found something else that was hard. “Well looks like you’re getting eager.” “I have a sexy woman naked woman pressing against my back, if I wasn’t then I would be worried.” Peter told her loving the sensation of her pressed against him. He quickly turned around to capture her soft lips with his own, feeling his body pressing against hers. His hands roamed over her back as their kiss deepened and intensified. One hand slowly stroked her spine working its way down to her ass and grabbed it. She moaned into his mouth pressing up against him more. Peter quickly picked her up and placed her on the dryer. He started to kiss his way down her body as her hands ran though his head. There wasn’t much head room but she could just fit without hitting her head. “Oh fuck this feels nice,” She sighed feeling him kiss down the front of her body. “Then let me see if I can make it better,” Peter said as he pushed her legs open. He kissed her thighs and started to tease her pussy before he started to eat her out. The sensations of his mouth and tongue with the vibrations were an unexpected bonus for her. She started to breathe deeply as Peter worked her body up. “Ohhh that feels so nice,” Carol told him. “Come on, I want to feel you inside of me.” Peter stood up and lined his cock with her pussy slowly inserting it inside of her waiting body. Her skin was warming up but her insides were already warmed up and he could feel she was wet. He grabbed her ass as he started to thrust up into her. Carol eagerly wrapped her strong legs around him as he entered her, pulling him close as she felt his dick fill her up completely, the vibrations of the dryer added to the sensations as she cried out in joy at it. She loved how he filled her up and the shaking of the dryer was like having a live vibrator inside of her. Granted with Peter she may have to place that device away as her nights were getting less lonely. She moaned feeling him kissing her neck as she grinded against him. Peter thrust as deep as he could into her, she really was wet and the way she was shaking was strange but felt great. He felt her breasts pressing up against him as his hands roamed over her back. He traced her spine feeling her react to his touches. Her skin was slightly damp but she was getting a lot warmer now. His hands went to her ass as he squeezed them, hearing her moan into his ear in pleasure. She started to nibble on his ear lobe as he felt her hands lightly running her nails over his back. They lost themselves as they fucked each other to their hearts content. “Oh god fuck me, fuck me hard!” She screamed out holding on to him. “You feel so big inside of me Peter!” “You feel so good,” Peter moaned into her neck. “Oh fuck you’re just so hot.” “Keep fucking me like that! Ah! Oh god yes! Yes! This feels so good!” Carol cried out humping him for all she was worth. The vibrations with his dick were nearly too much. She had never had sex in a position like this on her laundry machine before but she was starting to think maybe she should do it again. She felt the orgasm building up inside of her. “I’m cuming, I’m cumming, oh god Peter, I’m...CUMMMING!” She started to jerk slightly as her body was rocked with her orgasm and Peter was still thrusting into her body. “Oh god I’m going to cum,” Peter told her after a moment, he felt her juices from her orgasm along his shaft and she felt so incredible he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Pull out,” Carol told him pushing him away. She felt down in front of him as she placed his dick between her breasts. “Sorry but this is a bad time for you to cum in me.” “Oh, no problem then,” Peter sighed feeling those massive tits against his member. “Ugh, fuck I think I’m at my limit Carol!” She took his dick in one hand and took most of it in her mouth, she jerked him off with the hand and using the other she placed it on his balls. She gently rubbed them and then moved behind that gently pressing the area there. For some reason this brought Peter off as he shoot his load into her warm and wet mouth. Carol could feel the pulsing in both hands as his warm fluids entered her mouth. She swallowed it all making sure to take it all. When he was done she started to lick him as clean as she could. “Fuck, what was that thing with the hand?” Peter asked. “Something I heard from Natasha,” Carol told him with a smirk. “Apparently it can be great if done right.” “Damn what else does she know?” Peter laughed as he could help but watched the beautiful blonde cleaning his dick. She really did look really sexy doing that at the moment, he could already feel himself getting ready again. It was a good thing he had enhanced stamina at moments like this. “I honestly not sure,” Carol said gently stroking his dick. “Maybe I should give her a call sometime. So, you ready to take this to the bedroom?” “Oh you bet,” Peter smiled at her as she got up. He followed behind her as they entered, then he grabbed her in his arms and started to kiss her neck, he felt his slightly erect member pressed in between her perfect ass. His hands went to caress the front of her body. He loved the sound of her moans as he went to work on the beautiful body of hers. His hands caressed and squeezed her breasts, he could feel her still hard nipples against his hands, her body still warm from the sex they had finished up. Slowly he moved her to the bed, his fingers starting to stroke her mound, this caused her to gasp slightly as her hips jerked. She was still a bit sensitive from her last orgasm there and his fingers worked their magic on her. Her hips would move with his hand as she moaned out her body nearly shivering with anticipation. She couldn’t take it anymore as she turned around and kissed him leading them both onto the bed. Carol broke the kiss as she crawled onto her bed, she pulled open the drawer of her nightstand looking for a condom. She kept them around just in case, after all sometimes the guy would forget and there was no way she was going to slow down now. She got one out and easily ripped open the package, turning around she was facing Peter’s crotch as she gently placed it on his dick. It was still hard and she gave it a few jerks to be sure before turning around. “Come and stick that in me,” she told him. He grinned as she got on the bed behind her, a little positioning and he had his cock slowly moving inside of her pussy. Even through the condom he could feel how warm she was on the inside. Peter gripped her hips as he started at a slow pace to get things started. “Uhhhhhh,” Carol moaned as she felt him reach right up to her cervix, she loved how he filled her out in his position. She moved her body with his, thrusting back as he thrust all the way inside of her. “Oh god that cock feels so good in me,” She moaned. “You’re, uh, very tight, uh, as well, urg,” Peter grunted as he started to slam his thick cock into her tight hole. He ran his hand over her spine, massaging the area. She moaned at his touch as she felt it along the nerves in the area stimulated. “There...anything you’d like.” He asked her holding her hips. Carol usually was very reserved and controlled person but with sex she could finally let herself go a bit. With Peter, she felt like she could finally let herself go all the way, it was thrilling to just let her passions and sexual cravings out. She trusted him and she wanted to feel all the things she had fantasized about but had only let a few men in on them. “Spank me.” She said in a husky voice. “Spank my ass as you fuck me.” Peter always wanted to try that, plus she had an amazing ass. “like this?” he swatted it as the loud smack was heard. “Harder,” Carol told him. He did so again and she felt a bit of a sting. “Harder! I like it hard!” So Peter put more into it, a very loud smack was hears as Carol screamed out at the feeling of it. Although she was stronger than him and built more solid, Peter’s enhanced strength let him give her the kind of pleasured pain she wanted. “Yes! Like that!” So Peter went on to smack her ass as he fucked her doggy style, each time his hand landed small red marks would slowly started to appear on her ass. Carol would cry out with each one but she also tightened up in her pussy with each time. If Peter thought she was tight before, it was certainly different when she flexed from the spanks. When his right hand started to get tired he used his left. “I”m cumin again, oh fuck Peter you’re amazing!” Carol told him feeling herself on the brink. Peter wasn’t too far either and he bent forward and held her shoulders, using them as leverage he pulled her against his cock as he thrust as hard as he could. Carol threw her head back and cried out as he did this feeling herself starting to get off. “Oh fuck!” Peter said as he couldn’t hold it anymore. He thrust as hard as he could burying himself inside of her as his dick pulsed out, the condom being filled with his hot seed. “Awwww,” Carol felt his cock pulsing and the slight feel of the condom being filled. She only needed to thrust back a few times before she reached her final orgasm. She collapsed forward her ass still sticking up as Peter held her waist. She was breathing hard and sweating from the heat of their bodies made. She moaned well she felt him slip out of her and heard him go to the bathroom to flush away the condom. She just lay there breathing heavy and enjoying herself. That had been incredible, her body tingled slightly. Despite the rain and the game being called off she would call this a good day. Peter came back and slipped next to her on the bed. They shifted so her back was to him with his arm holding her close. Carol smiled feeling him kiss her neck and shoulder. “Hmmm, don’t tell me you’re up for another round?” “Sorry but I need a bit of a break,” Peter told her honestly. “I could use a breather too,” Carol said as she shifted around to face him smiling at his face. “You really are a catch you know that?” “I could say the same,” Peter said looking into that beautiful face and eyes. She snuggled in as close as she good, “That’s good to hear,” She kissed him. “Because if this keeps up I might just keep you.” She kissed him again and again. They spent the next ten minutes simply kissing and caressing each other. Even when their clothing was dry they had decided to stay in bed for the next few hours exploring each other’s bodies and just holding each other into the night. TBC...

Chapter 0 - A Spider and a She-Elf

Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel or make a profit from this. This one-shot takes place in X-Men Forever universe during the event after Rogue took Kurt’s powers and appearance permanently when she met Spider-Man and nearly shared a kiss with him. This is what if they hadn't been interrupted like in the comics. A  Spider and a She-Elf It had been a long night for Rogue and it certainly hadn’t turned out like she had wanted. All this night was supposed to be was her testing out her new powers ever since she had swapped out her powers for Kurt’s she had been trying to get used to it. Teleportation seemed to be a lot harder than Kurt had made it seem. Thankfully she had found a friendly person this night that helped out. She looked to see Spider-Man webbing up the last of the group that tried to rob a store. Currently she was on a building watching him work. She didn’t know much about him other than what she had heard in the news but knowing what they said about mutants at times she couldn’t totally trust them. But he had been there when she had accidentally teleported out of the mansion and so far he had been nothing but nice to her. He was actually fun to hang out with and spending time him fighting crime was very therapeutic for her. Watching him made her wonder more about him, he seemed pretty fit under that costume as her mind started to go into other areas. She had never felt the touch of another person let alone a man so maybe she could try something. He landed next to her when he had finished as she stood up to go next to him. “Well that should hold them for the cops but we should get out of here before they show up.” “Fine by meh,” she held onto him and teleported them a few blocks away. “Nice that really comes in handy,” Spider-Man joked looking around. “I could really use that in the past.” “Nice to know this whole thing has got some kind of upside,” Rogue sighed as she looked down at herself. She still didn’t like her new look, the blue skin she might be able to work with but the three fingered hands and feet, the tail was one of the worst things as it was just freaky to feel like it she would never get used to it. She also had to wear a new black and red costume with long white gloves that looked a lot like Kurt’s old uniform. “Hey I told you I like the new look,” Spider-Man told her. She looked up at him remembering him saying that which was nice. Looking like this she wasn’t sure if she could ever hear a man say that to her again. She smiled at him thankful for the compliment. “Ya sure about that?” Spider-Man was honest she did look nice the whole blue skin thing was an exotic look, plus she had this sexy southern voice. The pointed elf like ears looked kind of cute but he also noticed her figure. She was slim and yet a bit athletic, a flat stomach and slim waist and nice sized breasts. Nothing overly large at best he would guess them at C cups but a nice handful. He had also gotten a look at her ass in the night and it looked very nice. Okay so he had been checking her out when he could, he hadn’t had a date in awhile and meeting an exotic beauty in a skin tight clothing wasn’t easy to ignore. “Ya know there is somethin’ ah’ve been wanting to try.” Rogue knew this was crazy but honestly she felt something with him. She felt a sense of safety with him that she hadn’t gotten before. He didn’t judge her as either a mutant or how she looked. “What’s that?” “Trust me for a bit,” She closed the distance as she gently took hold of the mask and slowly raised it to above his lips. “With tha switch ah haven’t been able ta know if ah can touch another person and ah wanted to try somethin’ if that’s okay.” He couldn’t believe his luck she was going to do what he thought and honestly he was okay with it. “Well I’m all for experiments believe it or not.”  She smiled a little as she placed her lips on his she wasn’t sure what to do as she didn’t have much experience, hell her first and only kissed put a boy into a coma. But she was glad when he seemed to take the lead as he gently started to kiss her back. She felt his hands on her hips as she placed hers on his chest feeling the slim yet muscular build under it. She couldn’t believe she was kissing someone and able to enjoy it. She didn’t want it to ever end, after everything that had happened in her life this felt like the first real break she had. Spider-Man felt her slid her arms around his neck as she pulled herself closer, she bit his lip lightly as she started sucking on it. It had been a long time since the last time he had a woman in his arms and the feel of her skin tight uniform pressing against him he could feel her body almost as if there was nothing there. Without thinking his hands started to caress her sides and later he wouldn’t know why but one of his hands went down to her ass. Honestly he didn’t think of going this far but being swept up in the moment he couldn’t help it. His hand cupped her finely toned ass and gave it a little squeeze this got her moaning into her mouth as his other hand started to trail slowly up and down her spine. He could feel her slim build through the clothing even with his gloves on. Rogue was surprised when he grabbed her ass but she didn’t want to stop. She kept on kissing him breaking only for a breath now and then before attacking his lips again. She felt his fingers trailing her spine and was surprised at how she liked it. Another surprised happened, he trailed his fingers down slightly and it hit the base of her tail she jumped with a gasp at the sensation. “Are you okay?” “Y-yes ah think so...can ya do that again?” “What this?” He lightly stroked the base of her tail and noticed her shuddering. “Is that sensitive for you?” “Yeah ah didn’t know about that, oh god that feels good,” Rogue moaned as the sensitive nerves she didn’t even know she had. Her tail shuddered even more as it wrapped around her leg as she started breathing harder now. Before she knew it she was really getting worked up as her hips started to grind against him starting to whimper in need. She couldn’t take it anymore she needed him she needed him right now. Hormones that had long since been denied were roaring at her to do what she had only fantasised about. Whenever she had gotten horny she had only had to use cold showered or her own fingers on her bed now she had a man before her and she hoped he would be up for it. After all he had gotten her all worked up he should take responsibility for it. “Can we continue this somewhere private?” She breathed out. “Somewhere close by?” He wasn’t sure if she meant what he thought but the way she was pressing against him and even with the yellow eyes he felt he could see the passion and the need in them. There were reasons not to do this, he didn’t know her all that well, they had just been making out not exactly dating or anything plus she didn’t know who he was. Then on that other hand she was in need and from what he remembered she couldn’t touch until now. Then there was the part of him that reminded him that he hadn’t gotten laid in awhile and was hurting himself for some kind of female companionship. “I do have an apartment close by,” he said carefully. She kissed him hard nearly sucking the breath of him as he got his answer. Maybe it was a bad idea but at the moment they were two horny adults that needed some kind of passion. He quickly took her to his place, he swung most of the way as she teleported them into his place. She was surprised by the apartment she wasn’t sure what to expect but it looked so normal. You would never think a super hero lived here but then maybe that was the idea. She smiled as she wrapped her arms around him and her tail wrapped around his waist. “So...where’s the bedroom?” she said in a husky tone. “Right this way,” He surprised her by picking her up bridal style as she actually let out a cute little yelp but hung on.  He placed her on the bed as she stretched out her heart beating very fast in anticipation. He got on top of her as he paused for a bit when he reached for hi mask. She knew what he might be thinking. “Ya can keep is on if ya want ah know that ya got secrets.” He really thought about it yes he did have a secret identity but this was a special moment for her and she seemed like a special woman. Plus having sex with a mask on was kind of weird and could get in a the way. She was trusting him with this so he felt he owed her as he pulled off the mask. She looked up at him he was kind of cute with short brown hair as he smiled down at her. “You can call me Peter if you want.” He told her. “Okay then Peter,” She couldn’t help but smile as he leaned down to kiss her. Soon she felt him on top as they continued on what they had started on the rooftops. After a few minutes Peter moved aside her hair as he licked her pointed ears. She sighed as his mouth sucked slightly on her earlobe. If she had enjoyed that she definitely enjoyed it when he went down to her neck which was ever better. She moaned as she ran her hands over his body and rubbing her thigh against his leg. She could feel herself starting to get wet from the excitement then she started to feel something hard pressing against her. It took her a moment to realize he was getting a hard on then when it pressed against her pussy lips she moaned feeling it against her folds. She moved her hips trying to grind into it as she felt him respond. “Oh god ah don’t know how much more ah can wait,” she told him. “I know what you mean,” He felt around her costume. “Uh...how does this come off?” “Zipper in the back, here let meh.” Peter sat back as he took off his own top watching her unzip the back of her uniform as she started to slip out of it. Slowly she got out of the top of the one piece uniform feeling a little embarrassed. She wasn’t used to showing her body especially after her change. Peter smiled as he watched her cover her bare breasts as he slowly took her hands and pulled them away. “You don’t have to hide anything from me,” He told her as he looked at the blue orbs and saw that her nipples were small and very dark blue in color. He leaned down and took one of her breasts in her mouth as he gave a small moan in the back of her throat. He reached up with one hand to caress her other one his fingers rolling over or playing with the nipple on the one not in his mouth. “Oh god,” she moaned feeling his warm and wet mouth on her nipple, she felt his teeth lightly over it, his tongue exploring the nub and sucking lightly on it. She could feel it starting to get hard as was the one in his hand as he caressed her whole breasts with his thumb playing with the nipple on her right breast. Her hands roamed over his naked top feeling another man’s skin for the first time . Soon they had shifted to be side by side facing each other kissing as they slowly stripped the other of their clothing. Peter stroked the based of her tail as she moaned out as her uniform got to her thighs. She tried desperately to pull off the uniform from her legs and kick out of them. She pulled Peter’s pants down and finally saw a real penis. He was already mostly hard as her hand gripped it lightly as she experimented. She skin was so soft and yet he felt so hard in her hand. Peter grunted as he attacked her neck again feeling her hand on him, it was an odd sensation given her hands only had a thumb and three large fingers but she was slowly stroking him as his hips moved with her strokes. Finally he got out of his uniform and put Rogue onto her back as he was now over her again looking down at the blue skinned beauty. Her body was warm to the touch as she was breathing hard, her long hair pooled around her head as her yellow eyes looked up at him asking for more. He could see her breasts rise and fall with each breath she was an exotic beauty and he was going to make sure she enjoyed herself today. Rogue’s heart was beating a mile a minute as part of her couldn’t believe that this was really happening finally she was going to know what it was like to be a woman. Peter-she was still finding it funny thinking of him with that name-seemed to know what he was doing up to this point. His hands roamed over her naked flesh making her nerves sing making her body want more of him. Peter had to admit he never expected his night to end like this but he wasn’t complaining. Yeah it was impulsive but maybe you needed to be impulsive from time to time. Plus he hadn’t gotten laid in, well it was kind of depressing thinking about that. His life as Spider-Man hadn’t done wonders for his love life as he explored Rogue’s body. He reached down between her legs and could feel the warmth of her pussy as he ran his hand over it. Rogue gave this sexy mewing noise as her hips moved trying to grind into it. He slipped in two fingers as she gasped at the sudden intrusion she tensed up but when he felt him stop at her barrier she started to relax. “I’m going to loosen you up a little it should make it better okay?” He asked her as she nodded her head trusting him. Peter started with slightly movements going in and out as he felt her getting wet with excitement. Then he spread out his fingers in different directions trying to make the passage a little less tight for later. Rogue moaned as she felt him stretching her out slightly she was moaning out as she brought up one of her hands to her mouth slightly biting on it as she closed her eyes. Then Peter shifted and started to take one of her nipples back into his mouth as gently sucked and ran his tongue around the nipple and areola. “Oh god,” she moaned out using a hand to run through his short brown hair as she took deep sighs. “You’re drivin’ meh nuts,” she moaned out. “Oh I haven’t started yet,” He grinned as he moved down her body peppering her front with kisses as he went. “W-what are ya doin’?” “Just want to make sure you cum at least once,” Peter wasn’t sure if she would once they start he knew enough that not all first times with a woman they could climax. He moved down pulling out his fingers as they were now covered with a slick wetness to them. He was now facing her pussy and he could smell the musk from it. “Y-ya don’t have ta do that, ah mean isn’t that dirty?” “I don’t mind,” He ran his tongue over the wet slit as she jumped from the new sensation. Peter started running his tongue up and down it making her groan as her hips started to roll almost on their own to her. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling it felt so much different than her fingers and now that her fingers we so much wider she wondered how that felt now. He licked deeper into her vagina as her hips jumped up as she moaned out gripping his hair. She moaned with every move his tongue made to thrust into her body as her abs contracted with each moan. Then he changed it up on her, when he felt her clit he cupped his mouth around the area and sucked gently. That made her yell out as her back arched she was crying out now moving her hips as he sucked and started to push in a finger trying to find the sweat spot. Rogue was going crazy as Peter felt her pussy getting to wet now that she was leaking. His finger was covered in her juices as it fell down between her ass cheeks and he could smell her musky odor so much now he knew she was close. “Ahhh, uhhhhh,oh god,uhhhh-ohhhh-aaaahhhh-please-ugghhhh-don’t-uhhhh-STOP! AHHHHH!” She cried out as her back arched as she came her entire nervous system felt the shock as her body shook in delight. Peter pulled away as her saw her pussy flexing alone with her abs as her body road out the orgasm. He was glad that he learned a few tricks in his life about pleasuring a woman, after all being a geek growing up he didn’t know when he would get laid and did whatever research he could on the subject. Catching her breath Peter took the moment to move up and started to reach for his night stand. She was wondering what he was looking for when he opened the drawer and looked to be searching for something. Then she saw the little packets and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what they were. She reached out to stop his arm. “Wait.” “What?” He asked confused. “I was just getting ready.” “Don’t use it.” “What? You do know what could happen right?” “Ah know but it’s a safe day but I don’t want a barrier between us.” She knew it was a risk and she was pretty sure it was a safe day. Making a few mental calculations she was sure of it. “All my life ah thought that ah would never have this happen to meh, please just this once. Ah want to know what it’s like.” Peter was really torn on the one hand it was better to be safe but looking down at her pleading face was making it hard for him to say no. Then she reached down and started stroking his hard on slightly. She begged him to put it inside of her and he was having a hard time trying to focus. She was playing dirty begging him in that sexy voice and if she kept stroking him he might blow his load all over her. “Alright but this was your idea,” He shifted down slightly as he had to be careful of her tail as he got between her legs. She spread herself easily for him as she watched him she couldn’t take her eyes off as part of her wanted this and another was a bit scared. It was her first time and he looked so large to her now as he placed the tip at her entrance. She held her breath as he pushed himself slowly into her body thanks to being stretched out slightly by him it fit in easily but he stopped as he hit her hymen. She nervously gripped his sheets fully aware that she was holding her breath now and let it out slowly. He told her that he was going to go in one push and hold himself she just nodded her head. When he thrust in she cried out from the pain of it, the shock was the worst of it but then soon she felt the pain as she groaned shutting her eyes. Peter had thrust all the way inside in one go as he felt the tip of his penis hitting the back of her tunnel as he kept still. He felt how warm, wet and yet still very tight she was and now he was the first man inside of this lovely woman. Peter leaned down and placed small kisses on her neck whispering encouraging and loving words to her holding himself up by one arm. He used his other hand to stroke her side gently as he waited for her. She could feel a little blood leaking out but it didn’t seem bad to her but that was expected. She was no longer a virgin she was a woman now and she wanted to shout out for joy. For so many years she had been afraid she would never know the touch of a man but here she was. Rogue’s breathing was coming in pants but soon she started to feel the pain go away she ran her hands over his back as she experimented by rolling her hips. She groan in a little discomfort but her body was getting used to it. After a little working her body started to get used to it and pleasure was starting to swell up in her. “Please move,” She urged him. Peter gently started to pull out of her watching her face was in a mix of pain and pleasure as he pushed back in. “Ughnn.” She bit her lip slightly at the slight sting she felt. She felt him stop but she didn’t want it to stop. Her tail wrapped around his waist pulling him. He started again with short slow movements and although she felt pain it wasn’t too bad. After a dozen thrusts the pain was starting to go away and she was starting to feel pleasure. She tried to experiment by thrusting back and groaned now more in pleasure instead of pain. Soon she wasn’t feeling pain at all as his penis went into her over and over as her body started to get used to it and started to invite it deeper into her. Slowly Peter started to pull out farther and go in deeper into her body which only made her feel more pleasure. “Oh god you’re so tight,” Peter moaned as their movements started to increase. “Well y’all feel so big!” she told him thrusting her hips back as much as possible. She had never had anything like this inside of her feeling him hit all the way to the back and stretching her virgin pussy out for the first time. She wasn’t sure how large he was he could be normal for all she knew but he felt huge to her and perhaps he was. It would explain why some called him the ‘amazing’ Spider-Man as she smiled at the mental joke. Soon sweat started to form on their bodies as the bed started to rock with the effort of the two adults. Peter held himself up by his arms looking down at the sexy expressions that crossed her face, her nice breasts bouncing with each thrust as she ran her hands over his arms and body. She spread her legs to allow him deeper access to her as she cried out throwing her head back as she felt the tip of his cock kiss her cervix. Wet sounds of their joining were mixed with the sounds of their pleasure and the bed moving. The place was filled with the musky scent of both of them and a slight taste of sweat on them. Both of them were fucking each other now, covered in sweat as they wanted release. Peter starting thrusting faster now not sure just how much longer he could last she was so warm and tight and yet he moved in smoothly. She was about as perfect a fit around his cock as he had ever felt, he had been trying to hold back his climax but even he had his limits. “Fuck...uh...I think I’m going-ugh- to cum!” He warned her in case she had second thoughts about fucking bareback like they were. Although the thought of filling this sexy woman with his cum did appeal to some caveman part of his mind but it was her choice in the end. She pulled him close, “Please hold meh! Hold meh tight when ya cum! Cum in me please!” She buried her head into his shoulder she was so close she could feel it then suddenly Peter’s thrust finally brought her to her climax. “OH GOD! YES! PLEASE YES” She screamed wanting to feel the first orgasm through sex in her life happen.  She tightened up around him holding him as close as she could whimpering as she felt herself climax. Peter groaned as he thrust one last time as he couldn’t take it anymore. Rogue gasped as she felt it, she felt his dick swell up and something warm shooting into her waiting womb. She felt him shudder as he finished shooting his seed into her welcoming body. The two of them stayed there until he rolled off her to take a breather. Rogue had her eyes closed enjoying the sensation as her body felt all warm all over, she could feel his cum inside of her body. She rolled over as she lay against Peter wrapping her arm around his waist resting her head on his shoulder and found her tail resting on his leg. “That was amazing.” She breathed out. “Oh god ah can’t believe ah finally had sex. Was...was I any good? Ah mean ah wasn’t sure what ah was doin’.” Peter smiled at her as he started to run his hand through her sweat soaked long hair, “Oh trust me you were great. How are you feeling?” She thought about it, “Ah feel a little sore in some areas and my pussy feels both great and like it’s going to be hell tomorrow.” She laughed but she didn’t care it was all well worth it. She just cuddled up against him feeling his warm and slightly wet body against her naked flesh. When she woke up this morning the last thing she expected was to meet Peter and to lose her virginity but she wasn’t complaining. “Thanks for tonight,” she told him honestly. “Ah really needed this.” “No problem, you know...if you want this doesn’t have to be a onetime thing,” he asked a little nervous hoping she wasn’t just looking for a one night stand if so he really might punch himself in the head for running the moment by making it weird. Rogue thought about it and she kind of liked the idea he was a good guy and a part of her wanted to get to know him more. “Ah’ll look forward to that then.” She smirked closing her eyes wondering where this would lead her, wherever it was she felt she was going to enjoy exploring all kinds of things with him. The End Well hope you all enjoyed that when I saw that part of X-Men Forever this idea just came to me.  

Chapter 27 - Chapter 26: Bait

Spider-man: Dark Urges Chapter 26: Bait The Kingpin wasn’t a happy man by any means, all this time back in New York and things just seemed to be getting worse. He thought when his men had captured the girls thing would have changed but somehow Spider-Man must have found them and rescued them. Although the brutality of what happened was not like the boy he knew, but then again after what happened maybe the boy was finally growing up. This might make him more dangerous but also more emotional, too bad that he was still taking apart all his operations piece by piece. It only got worse when last week the Punisher of all people had been broken out of prison. Not only that, the man was targeting all of his holdings as well, he was under siege that much he knew and it only got worse. Other men in his organization and other criminal groups could smell the blood in the water and were making moves against him. Already he had to divert attention to smaller fires before they spread but as the days went on more and more of these little fires popped up. And yet his men still couldn’t find Parker or the girls, he had people looking out at the Parker home when they could, at the graveyard in case they tried to make their final respects to their family members, even at the school. It was too bad they had no knowledge on any more friends they could try and pressure for more information. Wherever they were he was going to find them, even if he had to rip this city apart he would deal with them, and then focus on all the others in this city that defied his rule. He had worked too hard to let everything slip away now. He just had to wait and eventually someone would make a mistake, they couldn’t kept hidden forever. -Watson Home- MJ looked around the dark house that had been her home she and Peter had snuck in here now and then to take certain items before someone else did in the middle of the night. MJ had taken some clothing that she wanted to keep and everything she could think of what she wanted to remember her mom by. Peter and Gwen had done the same for their home as well although both houses had remained sealed by police. But tonight she could tell someone had been packing things up. The living room was finished and so was the kitchen, a quick look told her that no one else was here. She figured it was her dad cleaning up the house before selling it. Typical, she was ‘missing’ and he was already packing things up like she was dead already. She strangely wondered if he missed her and her mother now or if he just didn’t care and was just trying to clean up the mess left behind. Honestly she didn’t care in the end she figured, MJ had figured she had seen the last of her father and when this was over she wasn’t going to be put under his care, not again. She got a bag and finished placed the last of the items she wanted to keep, honestly looking at her room she would figure she would want more but there wasn’t much that she found that she really wanted to keep, everything else she could replace. “Is that everything?” Peter asked her. “For this yes but there is one more thing,” MJ moved to the bed and sat on it looking at him. “This is really going to be it huh? No more running or hiding after all this?” “That’s right we can get our lives back.” “God...it feels so strange thinking we can have a normal life again, well normal for us I guess.” MJ shrugged. “I know, I feel the same when I went home after...” Peter couldn’t finish as the pain of going home was still too fresh. He had seen that even though someone had cleaned the house it hadn’t felt like home anymore, maybe because the one person left that made it home was no longer there. “Peter if things go wrong I want to do something tonight.” She asked him. He wanted to say that nothing would happen, but he couldn’t be sure of that anymore. “Okay sure.” MJ leaned back, “I want you to make love to me tonight.” “Seriously, I mean not that I don’t want to but sex seems kind of odd choice for tonight.” “Not sex Peter, I want you to love me tonight. I just want to pretend that tonight it’s just us, that nothing bad had happened and everything was back to normal. I want to feel what it would have been like, even if it’s just an illusion after everything I want to have that memory in case, in case something happens and it never comes true.” She needed this more than anything at the moment she wanted something pure that she could take with her forever. “I love you Peter and I don’t want some fucking or kinky sex, no suits, no one else joining in. I just want us to have a night to ourselves.” “Are you sure about this?” He asked as he sat down and moved closer to her. She pulled him into a long lingering kiss before pulling back, “I’ve never been so sure of anything. I want to do this, I want to have one happy moment before we do this.” She kissed him again as they lay down on the bed kissing each other. They slowly ran their hands over each other’s bodies, Peter trailed his hand along her side, caressing her hip and moving to her thigh. MJ ran her own hands over his shirt feeling the tight muscles there. There were countless times she had wanted to take him to her room back before things got so crazy. She wanted to feel bare skin against bare skin as she called her symbiote away, leaving her naked. Peter did the same as he could now feel her soft naked flesh with his own. He ran his hands over her body, he felt one of her breasts as she kneaded it in his hand kissing her. She moaned into his mouth as one of her hands trailed down his body as he felt her grab his dick. She gently started to stoke him, it wasn’t anything difficult to get him hard. She was being careful not to get him off but she still teased him by the gentle strokes. Peter grinned as he removed his hand from her breast and moving it down to her pussy. He could feel the heat on it as he gently pushed one finger inside of her. She moaned out as he bent to suck on one of her nipples, he could feel it getting hard on his mouth as she felt so warm and wet inside. He pushed in another finger as he gently fingered her body as she still stroked him. None of them said anything as words didn’t need to be said between them, everything they wanted to say they were saying with their actions. Eventually she felt herself getting too worked up, she didn’t want to cum like this as she pushed him away gently. She rolled onto her back as she spread her legs for him, Peter got the idea of what she wanted. Peter got on top of her as she lightly took his penis in her hand, guiding him to her opening as he pushed forward slowly entering her. Both moaned as Peter felt her warm, tight and wet tunnel wrapping around his member. MJ could feel herself being filled, a part of her wanted to thrust all the way in but she wanted to enjoy taking it slow. It was a lingering hunger that Peter was slowly feeding her body as inch by inch he slowly filled her body. Eventually he bottomed out as she felt the head pressing against her cervix as their hips met. Slowly Peter pulled out savoring the feeling of her as he made sure he was halfway out before pushing himself back in. Slowly the two of them started moving together, in the dark their breaking started to increase as she pushed her hips back wanting to feel him enter her. Even in the dark of her room she could make out just enough from the light coming from the window. She could feel the bed under her as it shifted and moved with them, this was what she had always wanted. To have Peter in her room, in her bed, with him on top of her thrusting into her body, she moaned out as she reached around him pulling him against her body. Peter kissed her neck feeling her young body against his own, her breasts smashed up against his chest with her arms wrapped around him. He hissed feeling her nails ranking his skin slightly but it wasn’t too bad as he kept thrusting into her. He bit down on her neck making her cry out as she wrapped her legs around him. He grabbed her thigh helping him to thrust harder into her as he got one of his hands on her shoulder. “Oh god...oh god Peter I’m close!” she cried out. She wanted this to last all night but her body demanded a release. “MJ I love you so much.” He groaned out thrusting faster now feeling himself getting ready to finish off. “I love you so much!” She told him. She felt him thrust into her harder and faster knowing that he was going to cum, she wanted to feel it. “Come in me Peter, fill me, I want to feel you cumming inside! Oh god Peteeerr!” She grabbed him tightly as she came, she whimpered feeling her body shudder as she climaxed. “Oh god Mary Jane! Arrrgghh!” He pushed himself as deep as he could as he released his cum into her. Both of them felt their release as Peter relaxed on top of her as he panted for breath. Their bodies were covered in sweat and the room smelt the musk of sex in the air. MJ sighed as she ran her hand through his hair just feeling him as he was now. His heavy body on hers, the feel of his cum inside of her as his dick slowly shrunk inside of her. She could feel his heavy breathing she took in every sensation as she wanted to make this moment last. She wanted to stay in this moment forever just with him as they were now. She knew that they would have to leave soon but not just yet. She wanted to enjoy this moment just a little longer before they had to leave. -Later that night- MJ looked across the street in her long coat, she had flowers in her hand and although she knew she had volunteered for this she was still nervous. Memories of the men that came in her home still haunted her but she could manage that now. Still she took comfort that she wasn’t totally ‘alone’ as she could feel her symbiote with her always. She walked across the street slowly making sure that she could be seen, she noticed a parked car with dark windows. She didn’t look like Sable had told her not to, to act normal and pretend that was safe. She sighed as she entered the cemetery, she had managed to look up where her mom’s plot was as she walked towards the directions she memorized. It took a little searching but she found it, the grass hadn’t even grown yet on the grave as she knelt down by it and placed the flowers. “Hey mom, sorry it took me so long.” MJ choked back tears as she could finally get some peace. “I’m sorry things happened mom, I blame myself as Peter once told me that people would target him but I stayed with him. I thought I could handle myself, I never thought you would end up getting killed because of it. I promise you mom, tonight it ends and for what it’s worth, I’m so sorry this happened.” She heard the foot steps behind her and she felt her heart racing but she knew that this was all part of the plan. It took every inch of willpower not to fight them when they came up to her, when they pulled their guns. Later she wouldn’t be able to even remember how the conversation went. She remembered them saying something about coming along. Her mind was racing as she tried to fight off the memories of what happened the last time men like these came for her. She made a good act of being scared and tied to run, it wasn’t hard to since she could feel the terror in her. They caught her easily enough, the place was empty and no one was around. One man covered her mouth as they picked her up and dragged her out. She was placed into a car as a bag was placed over her head. She told them the things they wanted to hear, that she wouldn’t tell anyone that she just wanted to go him. Someone with a gun smacked her in the head, it hurt but her symbiote slowly started to take care of the injury. She could also feel it wanting to rip apart the person that had hit her. She calmed it knowing the plan, she pretend to be hurt and more subdued as they road on. She thought back a few hours ago -Apartment- “So let me get this straight,” Gwen asked obviously angry over the whole thing as she was pacing back and forth. “Your going to go out there so places we know that they will be looking and hoping to get kidnapped by these bastards?” “Yes,” MJ told her as they were in the living room with Peter, Brock, Felicia and with Silver Sable who had brought something special for this. “This is fucking insane you know that?” Gwen nearly yelled at her friend. “You remember what those bastards did to us the last time what makes you think they’ll take you to the Kingpin now?” “We’ve been hitting him all over and he’s got to be frustrated,” Felicia told the blonde. “If he won’t take her directly to him it will be to somewhere close by or even to someone that will know where we can find it.” “And that’s where this comes in handy,” Sable walked over to MJ and gave her a small device no bigger than a thumbnail. “It may not look like much but it will have a range of two miles. You carry this on you, somewhere they can’t find it if they search you, and we’ll be following exactly a mile away so they’ll never see us. We won’t be far away but we won’t know when you’ll be in trouble.” Mary Jane nodded as she took it, she placed it on her shirt as it seemed to melt into it. The symbiote would take care of it and make sure that no one would find it. “Neat trick,” Silver gave a look to Peter, “You sure I can’t have one of those? They would be great in my line of work.” “Sorry only one per customer.” “Plus I’m next so get in line,” Felicia told her sternly. -Present- Mary Jane tried to close her eyes and just concentrate on breathing she pushed away what the men were saying. She thought about trying to figure out where they were going but she was totally lost, that whole thing in the movies about figuring out where you were in a car blind was crap she figured. She couldn’t even tell how long they were in the drive but eventually she felt the car slow as it went down. There did seem to be an echo as the car stopped, they pulled her out as she heard their footsteps echo in a large space. Was it some kind of underground parking lot? It made sense she could feel the cold of the place but that could mean that she could be anywhere. They hauled her into an elevator as she felt them going up, how many floors she could only guess at but eventually they pulled her out. She went down a hallway and then through a set of doors. They forced her into a chair as they tied her arms behind her back. “The boss is going to happy we got this bitch,” one of the men spoke to one of the others in the room. “Yeah he’s going to come on down and break her personally, said he wanted to get things done.” “Great, I lost a buddy at the place where they escaped from, hope I can put a bullet in her when he’s done.” “I’d like to put something else in her.” MJ felt her stomach drop as she could just imagine the leer on the man’s face. “You sick fuck, she’s got to be no more than sixteen.” “Hey I like them young.” She heard the men walk away and close the door behind her, she could escape but she was going to wait. The others would be here soon and she would know when they crashed into this place. She would wait until the chaos started and then she would join in. She calmed herself breathing slowly, tonight was the night. Tonight was the night when all of this would finally be over one way or another. Next up Chapter 27: Fall of a King  

Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

Marvelous Spider-Man Chapter 2 Carol moaned as she stretched out on her bed, she felt a little ache and pain but in a good way. She was wondering why she felt so good. She turned in her bed as her body came into contact with Peter’s and last night came back to her. She noticed she was still naked as he was and grinned. That had been one hell of a night, her pussy still felt a bit sore from all the work they had done on it. She cuddled up against him feeling the heat of his skin against hers. She sighed as she thought about what this meant, one date was one thing, but sleeping together changed things a bit. Although if he fucked her like that normally, she kind of wished she had gone after him earlier. She remembered how once She-Hulk had commented she thought Spider-Man had been pretty sexy when he had joined the Avengers the first time in his black costume. Personally she didn’t like the black one, she preferred the red and blue. Was last night a mistake? Thinking about it, she didn’t think so, sure it had been fast but she felt so at east around Peter. He really was a great guy, responsible, sweet, kind, caring, he wasn’t the macho type that had to act ‘manly’ all the time. Plus he screwed her brains out, that was surprising and put him over the top for boyfriend material. Would he want her though? She knew he liked her, was attracted to her but was last night just a one night thing for him? She wasn’t sure, he didn’t seem like that type of guy but she wanted to be sure. ‘Maybe I should give him some incentive?’ she thought to herself. She remember how Wonder Man had once said that waking up to a blow job was the best way to wake up. She had done it a few times but it had always been a bit one sided. But she was willing to do it this time. Carol pulled off the sheets as she saw his member, she smiled to herself remembering that thing inside of her last night. She eagerly touched it lightly, trying to coax it into being up without waking Peter. Peter shifted but didn’t do anything just yet so she leaned over and started to lick it. Slowly it started to get hard and when it was hard enough she put it into her mouth. She gently and slowly sucked on the top of the dick. Her tongue ran over it doing anything she could think of to arouse him. She was getting turned on as well knowing the kind of power her body had over his. He was moaning more now, his hips would thrust slightly now and then so she started to get more into it. She started to really get into it, bobbing her head up and down as her hand started to jerk the base of the shaft. This was the time that Peter woke up, he had this dream of some women giving him a blow job at the elevator at work when he suddenly woke up to the warm and wet feeling around his cock. He looked down surprised to see Carol giving him a blow job. The sight of her was nearly enough to make him blow his load into her mouth. “Is this a normal morning greeting?” She stopped for a bit as her hand gently ran over his length, “Just wanted to thank you for last night.” “Well you’re very welcome,” He told her smiling. “Although I haven’t thanked you yet, how about turning around a bit?” She was surprised by this he actually wanted to eat her out? He really was very caring for his partner. She turned her body and shifted slightly as her pussy was lined up with his face. Peter looked at the perfect looking pussy in front of him, it was shaved down with no hair at all, smoothed to perfection. He pulled apart her labia and it was light pink on the inside. He ran his tongue over the sensitive skin hearing her moan as she took his dick back into her mouth. The moaning she was doing felt really great around his dick. He went to work on her though not wanting to make her do all the work here. His tongue would trail over her inner pussy, he tried this trick he learned about making the alphabet with your tongue. It helped to keep things unpredictable and it helped him learn where she was really sensitive. A few times he found her hips jerking from certain movements of this tongue. He felt himself nearing but he wasn’t so sure about her. Peter decided to take it to the next level. He focused on her now erect clit, sucking on it as his fingers started to probe her. Carol was loving the attention he was giving her now, plus his two fingers going in and out while he worked her clit was making her reach her orgasm. She couldn’t help it she pulled his dick out of her mouth to cry out in joy and pleasure at what he was doing. Her hips jerking along with his fingers as her hand tried to jerk him off. “Oh god, oh god that feels so good Peter, don’t stop! I’m nearly there.” She told him. He smirked, if she thought that was something she didn’t know what was coming. He had found her g-spot last night and if he was right, he was keeping that for the ending and now he curled his fingers just right trying to find it. “AHHHHH!” Carol screamed out suddenly as a jolt ran through her body. “Oh god!” She felt herself orgasm as Peter hit a spot inside of her that not only reached the end but pushed her over it. She calmed herself down as she came off her orgasm. Maybe Simon had been right about orgasms in the morning were better than coffee. She noticed that Peter hadn’t came yet and turned around to face him. She smiled at him as she placed his dick between her large breasts. “How to you like this?” “Oh man that feels so great,” Peter was surprised by how soft her breasts felt. His dick was already slick with her saliva and some precum, not to mention he was close to the end as well. He looked down to see her sucking on the head of his penis. “Oh shit...shit...I’m going to cum!” He watched as she gripped her breasts and quickly tit fucked him to orgasm. He saw his cum shoot out, she closed her eyes turning her head slightly as his sticky hot cum hit her. She felt it land on her cheek and face and on her breasts. “Oh man...it’s been awhile since someone did that.” Peter told her, the last woman that had used her tits on him had been the last time he slept with Black Cat. “Well I don’t do that for just anyone,” She told him in a sexy voice. “You earned it. Well I think I’ll hit the shower.” Carol stood up and went to the bathroom, she wanted to get it off soon or else it would be a pain later. She had learned the hard way that if you didn’t wash it off she would smell like cum for the rest of the day unless she covered up the smell. --A little later--- Carol ran the warm body over her body, her hands caressing her body as the soap worked itself over her skin. She still felt slightly sensitive from the morning little wake up sex they had. Although a part of her still felt like she wanted a bit more. She thought about how Peter’s hands felt on her skin, kneading her breasts, his tongue on her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her. She felt her own fingers starting to play with her clit as she moaned out. She remembered his teeth on her nipples, the tongue licking them and sucking on them. Her other hand got rid of the soap as it went to work on her left nipple. She could feel the nub getting harder now. “Oh god Peter,” She moaned slightly feeling her hands going to work. Peter was near the door, he was about to ask her what she wanted for breakfast when he heard that. Then he heard the other slight moans she was making, the same they had made last night only she was trying not to be so loud. Apparently she forgot that a shower actually amplifies sounds. Just listening to her and the images of her in the shower masturbating and thinking about him, well he suddenly found himself getting erect. The little morning activity still fresh, he could still feel her lips around his member and he remembered how good and tight her pussy had felt. He figured that if she wanted more, he might as well indulge her. He silently slipped into the bathroom and gently opened the shower curtain a bit. Her eyes were closed as she was fingering herself. He slipped in and wrapped his arms around her. She gasped as she jumped at the contact, feeling his hard body against hers and the hard length pressed against her ass. “You know, we could share the shower to save water and I could wash your back, or front if you need it.” He said into her ears a she started to kiss her neck. Carol felt a shudder along her spine, this was so much better than just her fingers. She moaned as she pressed her ass against his member hearing him growl into her ear. Then his hands went to her stomach, caressing it as they moved over her body. She felt all warm inside and she was eager to have him inside of her again, but she waited instead. She felt his fingers slid along with hers as they helped to work her pussy. The other went to kneading one of her full breasts as he sucked on her neck. “Ohhh that feels good,” She moaned as her free hand went to grab his dick. She slightly started to stroke his member feeling the hardness of it covered by the soft skin over top. “I want you so bad,” Peter moaned as his fingers went to work rolling her nipple. “So do I,” She said as she placed her hands against the wall in front of her. She looked over her shoulder as him as the water of the shower ran onto her back. “Go ahead and take me.” Peter gripped her hips as he guided himself to her entrance he pushed in as he listened to the sexy moan she made. He started working into her softly, thankfully his feet were sticking to the shower floor otherwise he might not be able to do this. Carol for her part used a bit of her flight power to keep her stable as Peter’s member pushed its way to her depths. She pushed back as he thrust forward, she felt her heavy breasts sway with the motions as his hips slapped into her ass. She was trying not to push herself too hard against the wall, last thing she needed was to break the wall but Peter wasn’t making it easy. He really could fuck her well, hell he was a surprising stud. She was wondering just how much of that spider bite had given him, strength and certainly super human stamina. Peter was learning to love the feel of her pussy, it was so tight around his cock it was amazing. He thrust in harder not having to worry about her safety something that was really nice. To finally let loose and not have to worry about hurting the woman he was with. He could feel his tip pressing against her cervix in his position. He would pull out nearly to the head and then he tried to angle it so it would run along her g-spot. It wasn’t that easy, with her moving back he would miss at times but from her moaning he was still doing a good job. He groaned feeling her flex her inner muscles it was close to heaven at this point. Sure he hadn’t had many women but there was something about fucking a super powered one that went beyond the normal. Although the only women that had been amazing had been MJ and Black Cat, not that he had many besides them. But Carol was now one of the top three women he had fucked in his life. “Faster Peter, I want it faster,” She called out to him. “Sure thing,” He said increasing their pace as they moaned out in pleasure. The hot water gave a unique sensation and the way her wet hair plastered to her skin was such an erotic sight to him. But even he had his own limits and he was reaching that. “Damn I think I’m going to cum Carol.” “Do it, cum in me, I want to feel it Peter.” She told him. She was on the pill and after all he had came in her multiple times last night not like he could do any worse. Plus there was something to say to actually feeling the dick. Sure she used condoms on her unsure and unsafe days but going bareback she could feel everything about his dick. Feel every vein as it rubbed her sensitive walls and the feel of his hot semen shooting into her also felt great. “I’m cuming, I’m cuming,” He groaned hammering her faster now. “So am I, oh fuck, I’m cumming Peter!” “Oh-ahhhhh!” Peter pulled her ass to him feeling his sperm shooting out. “Ughhhhh!” She shuddered feeling his dick press against her cervix as his cum blasted it. Both stayed in that position as their mutual orgasm slowly faded away, Peter leaned forward as his body pressed up against hers his hands caressing her breasts. Although her arms were tired from the strain it was well worth getting off. She just wanted to stay like this for a bit, feeling him still inside of her, his penis slowly deflating as she felt his warm cum settle. She could swear she could feel her heart beating against her chest. Peter needed to catch his breath at well, his legs were starting to protest and he might have pulled strained a calve muscle but he didn’t care at the moment. He just wanted to feel this sex goddess in front of him. The softness of her wet skin, the heat of her body against his, it had been so long. He hadn’t had a moment like this since he had dated Mary Jane. He did miss her from time to time and still wondered why they hadn’t worked out. But it was moments like this he missed, the moments after it all. Black Cat was more animal sex and then redress and get going. She wasn’t into the whole cuddling after sex type apparently or she was just using him for sex. She did ask him to keep the mask on from time to time, he didn’t like that but hell, for pussy like hers he would do it now and again. Although Carol was so much different, she was something unique. She was a costume hero like himself, she liked it hot and heavy and she liked to be held after it. It was like the best of both worlds, like someone merged MJ and Black Cat but added in other unique qualities. He had no idea where things would go between them, but in that moment he really considered maybe they could be more than friends. More than just two people having amazing sex with each other but only time would tell between them. He had felt this emptiness inside of him for the longest time. After MJ had left his life he felt this great emptiness. It was like when Gwen had died for some reason he never understood it. Maybe Carol could be the one that could fill that strange missing piece again. ==== After the shower they both felt hunger, they had worked up an appetite and both agreed to help cook. Of course they were only in their underwear at this point, Peter only having his costume didn’t feel like wearing it would be a good idea if the curtains were open. Carol did it just so Peter didn’t feel overdressed. It was a nice breakfast too, they sat down and talked as they ate. It was just a normal conversation, like it was something they did all the time. Peter redressed in his costume, with luck he would be able to get back and change and then get to work. But before putting on the mask he felt like he should say something. In fact it was something that had been on his mind all morning. “So Carol...” “Yes?” “I was wondering, do you want to go see the Red Sox against The Yankees? I know you like baseball and all and I was wondering if, you know, you wanted to go?” Peter nervously asked. He wasn’t sure why, they already had one date and sex both last night and today. Carol smiled, “You asking me for a date?” “Well...yeah.” Carol was jumping in her mind, “Sure thing, and I can’t wait for Boston to win.” “Like the Red Sox and beat the Yankees.” Peter shot back in good nature. “You want to bet on that?” Carol asked him. “What are the stakes?” She moved up to him and ran a hand over his chest, “How about, loser gets to do what the winner has to say for the day?” Peter gulped thinking about that, either way both won really and he knew what she was implying. This was really turning out to be a very interesting relationship. He wasn’t sure if they were an official couple yet but he was really considering it. She was beautiful, sexy, had a good sense of humour and seemed to like his jokes. Plus how many women liked baseball and could compare which hot dog venders were the best to be found around Times Square? “You’re on.” He said putting on his mask and swinging away. Carol watched him go with a silly smile on her face, she had another date. She couldn’t believe it but this went a long way to maybe making this some kind of ‘thing’ between them. She went back to her bedroom seeing the state of her bed, the smell of sex slightly lingering still. She sighed a she fell back onto it. She would have to wash the sheets but damn it was worth it. TBC...

Chapter 0 - Wild Side

Disclaimer: I don’t own Thundercats or make a profit from this. This one-shot takes place in season 1 before Pumyra’s full story was revealed back when they were looking for the tech stone and the idea hit me before the season finale so let's just assume for the story that Pumyra's ultimate fate at the end of the series didn't happen in this. Thundercats: Wild Side It had been a long day of travelling for the Thundercats they had been on the road for some time now as they were searching for the stones that would hopefully be able to defeat Mumm-Ra.  They had stopped for the day as now it was time to search and forage for some food as supplies were running low. Panthro wanted to adjust a few things on the Thundertank while the kids stayed behind. So it was left to the other four members of the group to look for something to eat. Cheetara, Lion-O, Tygra, Pumyra were currently looking through the forest for food but for the past twenty minutes they hadn’t found much. “Well I hope we find something soon,” Tygra commented as they walked through an animal trail. “You know how Panthro gets when he doesn’t get fed on time.” “Don’t worry this trail looks fairly used.” Cheetara scanned the path. “We should come across something soon.” “I hope so our supplies are dangerously low,” Lion-O saw the path open up as they entered into a clearing. They emerged out into it as they saw a few berry bushes and what looked like some kind of roots that were being eaten by the local wildlife but so far no luck. “Great there are two more paths.” Pumyra sighed as she was starting to feel a bit hungry. She went over to one of the bushes noticing that it looked like animals were eating it. From what she knew there weren’t any of the usual signs that their people knew nature used to show dangerous foods. “Might as well try these I guess.” Lion-O came over and looked at them, “Better than nothing I just hope they don’t taste bad.” He picked at one and tried it as she watched him for his reaction. He swallowed and tried it out, the taste wasn’t too bad. It was actually mostly bland but after a bit there was a slight sweat after taste to them. Everyone looked at him to see how they tasted to see if they could use these. “Not bad,” he shrugged. “Well better than nothing,” Pumyra took a few she was hungry and needed something to take the edge off. She took a few herself as did the others and they weren't bad, not great but at least they were good enough to eat. She put them in a small pouch as they continued on looking for more food. It didn't take long however for things to change, they're people had never been to this part of the world before so they had no way in knowing the name of those berries that the locals knew it by or what it did to the body of most of the species on Third Earth. It was a rare plant only found in this area but it was also sought after as it was a powerful aphrodisiac. Within minutes the cats were starting to feel the effects, body temperatures were slowly rising as the chemicals worked through their bodies. Lion-O currently was walking behind Pumyra and his eyes couldn't stop going down, he kept looking at her long legs and he could make out the shape of her ass through her clothing. He had been attracted to the strong willed woman for awhile now but this was something else. He wanted her, a part of him wanted to pull that dress off her and feel her strong body against his own. He swallowed hard trying to get his thoughts in order, sure he had had fantasies before but nothing this strong. Pumyra could almost feel his eyes on hers and while normally she would have chewed him out for it now she actually felt like she wanted him to look at her. At first she hadn't been much impressed with the young king but over time she saw the greatness that was coming out of him. One day he could be the greatest king their people had. She had put all her hopes in with the young king and yes she had to admit he had his good qualities too. He was attractive, handsome actually but with a softer side that made him more approachable. Plus when the need arose he was a very good leader, very commanding and someone she was growing fond of. Now the thought of her king looking at her body made her feel warmer, she almost wished the other two weren't here. She felt like she wanted him in that moment, quickly she tried to push back the emotions not even sure where all this was coming from. He was her king and leader she couldn't think of how it would be if he just threw her down onto the ground as they tore each other's clothing off. That last thought made her wince she wasn't sure what was wrong with her but it was getting worse. If this kept up she might do something she would later regret, if only they could find a nice cold river she could throw herself into. Cheetara was also noticing other looks from Tygra, although they were together they hadn't had the time to explore their relationship much. They were always on the move plus it was hard to do anything with little to no privacy but in her training she had learned patience. That patience however seemed to be running out, her body yearned to know what his touch was like. To feel his hands on her body, the taste of his lips. She had to fight back a groan as the mental images didn't help the ache in her sex. Gripping her staff tightly she tried to calm herself not sure how much longer she could take. Tygra looked at the woman he loved and how he wanted her, in fact he had wanted her for awhile now but the time was never right. Not unless he wanted to mentally scar the kids if they caught them, well they had to learn sometime right? He watched as her breasts bounced with every move, he so wanted to see what was under her top. To see if they were as good as they looked, she had a lot of amazing features like those eyes that could draw a man in. But those tempting breasts of hers were almost calling to him as he walked beside her. He mentally cursed feeling himself getting hard, how long had it been since he had sex? He couldn't even remember anymore, he was by far the chase prince after all. He always had a way with ladies but there had only been ever one woman for him. Now that he had her he wanted her more than ever especially now. Within ten minutes all of them were having trouble thinking of anything else but sex. It was like their minds were rewired to only think about it. Every moment was almost a type of agony as each one of them longed for another. To feel the bodies of a certain someone, to taste them, to feel all kinds of passion. They were getting so riled up that anything might just make them snap, lose all senses and just give in to their basic instincts. Pumyra had found some fruit on a tree she reached up to pick up but it was a bit high. Standing on her toes she managed to get a hold of one of the strange green fruit when she pulled back it snapped off making her lose her balance for a moment. Lion-O had been behind her as he reacted and caught her easily enough. "Got you," He said with a smirk but then he suddenly felt it. The partial erection he had been trying to not think about was now firmly wedge between her ass cheeks. He could feel her tight ass pressing against his organ as he froze not sure what to do. The only problem was that every second he could feel himself getting harder and the more he held her the more he wanted her. For Pumyra she too could feel it and she could feel herself starting to get wet at the thought of it inside of her, from just the feel of it she could tell he might be a very good size. She felt his strong hands holding her and she couldn't take it anymore. She needed him and now she didn't care about anything else until she could finally satisfy this huge urging that had been starting to drive her insane with lust. She quickly turned around to look at his youthful yet handsome face. For a moment he was worried that he had crossed the line with her he was about to apologise when she dropped the fruit and quickly and hungrily kissed him on the lips throwing her arms around his neck. He was surprised for a couple of seconds before he kissed her back his hands going to her slim hips holding her close to him. She moaned as she felt him react, she trailed her tongue along his lips as he opened up. Soon it found his warm mouth as his own tongue came out to meet hers. Cheetara and Tygra looked on stunned at the sight of it all as the two started to make out with each other their hands starting to roam over each other's bodies. Tygra looked at Cheetara who seemed to be breathing slightly harder as a hand slowly trailed over one of her breasts he bet she wasn't even aware that she was doing it. "W-what should we do?" She asked swallowing feeling her throat suddenly dry. She suddenly felt him behind her his hands moving her long mane of hair out of the way as his lips were next to her ear. "I saw we join in the fun." He replied hotly into her ear making her shiver. "W-we shouldn't, we...I mean..." she was trying to focus but watching the two young thundercats getting more and more heated with her lover behind her wasn't making it easy. Then a thought hit her, could she really call him lover when they haven't even done that yet? So many times she wanted to just take him into the woods and ride him to feel him to finally make love to him. "I've wanted you for so long now, why should my brother be the only one to get some today?" he asked her kissing her neck as she moaned out. She felt his strong hands sliding up her sides as they finally cupped her full breasts. He gently massaged them making her head fall back against him as he lightly touched her in the way she had always wanted him to. "Do you really want me to stop?" He asked. She could only think of one thing and only one thing, she wanted him right here and right now. "No." He smiled as he squeezed her breasts slightly harder making her sigh in pleasure. "Good answer." Pumyra couldn’t take it any longer as she pulled away from Lion-O. She felt the damp place between her legs as it throbbed for him. Catching her breath she undid her belt and pulled the single strap of her simple leather dress off her right shoulder and slipped her arm out. Lion-O couldn’t help but star at her as she gave him an impish grin as she pulled the dress down to her waist and then let it fall to the ground. Lion-O never had much experience with women and this was the first time he saw a woman naked. Well she was wearing a thong of some kind but that was all she wore. He saw that she had a patch of white fur that covered her front as he saw her breasts, they were a decent size, not as large as Cheetara’s but they looked very firm. They were tipped by small dark pink nipples as he felt himself getting harder just looking at her. She kneeled down as she unzipped the front of his pants, “I think my king needs a little relief.” She pulled his pants down and was not disappointed by what she saw. “Wow you really are a king down here too it seems.” “R-really? Never really knew about that,” he felt a bit embarrassed as she softly started stroking his member. This vixen was driving him wild as she looked up at him with her eyes that were filled with fire and passion. One of the things that he was attracted to about her was that passionate side of her. “Don’t think I’ve taken one this big before,” She had to judge him about seven inches if not more and he was thick too. “You’ve had others?”  He asked trying not to sound slightly disappointed that he wouldn't be her first after all she was his. She heard the disappointment she found it kind of cute how he could still be so young in these ways and yet the king of their people. “Don’t worry I’ve only had two others in my life and they weren’t this big. Now how about I give you something you’ll enjoy.” With that she placed the tip of it in her mouth as Lion-O felt her warm and wet mouth on his penis. It was the first blowjob he had ever gotten but to him he groaned as his hands started to go through her long brown hair. She started bobbing her head back and forth making moaning noises that vibrated around his member. “Oh shit that feels so good Pumyra,” He whispered out feeling her mouth and tongue working on him. She figured that as he had never done this before she should make him shoot his load right off the bat that way he would last longer on the second go for him. Plus the thought of his cock stuffing her mouth was turning her on he really did have a great member. She felt the warmth of the soft skin in her mouth as she looked up at him as she took his hands and placed them on his helping to guide him. She pulled out just enough to give him intrusions. “Guide me with your hands, I’ll be okay just do what you want with me my King.” She put the cock back in her mouth as Lion-O started to use his hands to force her head along his cock. Now he was getting it as she purred in bliss this is what she wanted a man that would be dominant in sex. That would be her master and she would do anything he demanded of her. She reached down as she slipped in two fingers into her vagina feeling how aroused she was getting. A few feet away Tygra and Cheetara were getting all of Tygra’s armor off. “Damn it why did I have to pick something with so many stupid straps,” he muttered to himself as his girlfriend helped to strip him. He knew that he liked the protection but it was damn hard to get off quickly not that he had a reason to do that until now. He couldn’t help but stare at times as Cheetara’s naked breasts bounced and moved with every moment. She certainly had grown up since he first met her. She had filled out in all the right places from the looks of her now stripped out of her own clothing, her large breasts bounced and swayed with every movement as he could see her light shaded nipples. “Well stop staring at my breasts and help out,” she told him getting the top off him. “Can’t help it they are impressive,” He grinned at her as he reached out and started to fondle one with a hand. She smiled feeling his strong hand testing her flesh as she got his belt undone. Tygra felt how full and yet there was a nice firmness to them as he ran his thumb over the nipple. He pulled her close kissing her hard as she kissed him back. She slid his pants down as they fell to his shins his erect cock pressed between them. She felt it against her stomach as she rubbed her body against it making him growl out in response. Finally free of the last of his clothing she could see his muscular frame now as she wanted to run her hands all over it but first something else. "Lay on the ground for me." He raised an eyebrow but smirked as he did what she asked. He looked up to see her slowly peeling the last of her own clothing away stripping them off for him. He loved the sight of her undressing the allure she had from the elegance of her movements. He watched how she bent down to take off the material on her legs unsnapping them from her short pants. How when she bent forward to take them off her feet her breasts would sway with the movement. Finally she slipped out of her shorts taking her underwear with it as he could see the slight glistening between her pussy lips. She walked towards him as she got onto her hands and knees crawling over his body. He groaned feeling her softness running along his naked body as she purposely slid over him. She was teasing him he knew it but he didn't care, feeling her body against his was bliss in its own way. She ran her hands over his strong muscles feeling everything, up tohis abs and chest they were hard muscles and she could feel the power in them. She felt her breasts rubbing against his own member as she took them and wedge it between them. "Oh spirits Cheetara," he groaned feeling her fleshy orbs against his dick. She was gently massaging it with her breasts and suddenly he felt her tongue on the head. Her wet tongue gently ran around the head and the small slit. "Where did you learn this?" "You'd be amazed what the older priestesses kept around," She told him grinned as she started a slow tit-fuck with him. She had heard the stories from the older members of her order growing up and had read the material that they were not supposed to keep in their rooms. Although the order didn't prohibit sexual relationships and even marriages they were supposed to also have a standard to keep. So she had saved herself for the right time for the right man and now she had both of what she wanted. "Turn around," he told her as he saw her confused look. "I want to taste you as well." She had heard of this as she swung around so now that her pussy was leveled with his face. She gasped feeling his breath on her nether lips for the first time someone else was touching her down there. She felt his tongue run along the slit making her groan as his hands played with her plump ass. She stared at the dick in front of her now standing straight up as she opened her mouth and tried to take it as deep as she could go but she had never done this before and he was so long. She couldn't get half of him down her mouth before she felt herself starting to gag. Looking at Pumyra who was easily taking all of Lion-O in her mouth made the older woman wonder how she could do that. She suddenly gasped as she felt Tygra parting her lips as his tongue was now running over her sensitive pink flesh. She moaned as her hips started to move almost on their own as she went back to pleasuring him orally as best as she could. By now Lion-O was thrusting his hips and forcing his cock down the woman’s throat but apparently she had deep throating skills already as she took the cock down her throat. She sometimes made slight gagging noises but didn’t seem to be in any danger in fact she was eagerly taking it, drool started to slip out of her mouth falling down to her chin in a very erotic look at her fiery eyes blazed up at him with a wonton passion that ran through her body. She reached up and cupped his balls slightly toying with them with her free hand. “Ah, if you do that then, oh I’m going to cum,” he warned her but she didn’t stop. In fact she urged him to do more slipping her hand out of her drooling cunt and with both hands gripped his toned ass taking him fight up to the base she could smell the musk of his groin now and inhaled the scent of her king. He groaned as he held her head to the base as he released himself filling her mouth full of his royal seed. She eagerly drank it all wanting not to waste a drop moaning in ecstasy knowing she had the most powerful cat on the planet’s cock in her mouth as he filled her stomach with his gift. She shuttered as the though gave her a small climax nothing much but enough to get a small fulfillment from the idea.  Lion-O expected her to stop but instead she kept her mouth on his cock as she sucked him more and more licking him and gently stroking his balls again. He was wondering why she was doing it until he realized she was trying to get him hard again. The moaned from Cheetara caught his attention as he watched the beautiful cat having sex with his older foster brother. She had been the first woman he had been really attracted to but it seemed to work out in the end. He closed his eyes feeling Pumyra go to work on him as she skillfully got him hard again. By now Cheetara was bobbing her head up and down on Tygra's crotch as she slowly worked it deeper into her mouth. She kept using one hand to keep her long hair out of her face as she moaned around his member from the skills of his tongue on her sensitive folds. She increased her pace as she felt his tongue dig in deeper into her insides. Then she felt his fingers going to work pulling her folds aside and caressing the pink flesh there as he started to suck on her clit. She cried out with his cock in her mouth as she felt like she was getting close to an orgasm but she wanted more she wanted to feel him inside of her. She stopped sucking his cock with a gasp for air and got up, quickly turned around as she smiled down at her lover rubbing his wet cock against her own wet folds grinding her pussy against his meat. It felt so hard to her now and she couldn't wait for more. Without a word she took his penis in hand and gently positioned it to her entrance she felt her heart racing as she slowly eased herself down onto it. She grimaced as she felt him stretching her insides out in a way she never felt before she paused to take a breath before impaling herself onto it with a muffled grunt. Tygra looked up at her as realization came to him, "Wait this is your first time?" She nodded, "I heard it's easier going fast plus I was saving myself for a special someone." He wasn't sure if he could ever love her as much as he did in that moment as he gently reached up to caress her cheek she took his hand as she smiled feeling his palm caress the side of her face. He then started to use his hands to gently feel along her strong body trying to find ways to give her pleasure as they waited for her to adjust to his intrusion. He gently took her breasts in hand as she kneaded the large tits. His palms playing over her hardened nipples as she moaned slightly in pleasure. Slowly she started to move her hips in a circle motion she still felt a bit of pain but it was getting better and this seemed to be helping her to adjust to him. With Lion-O hard again Pumyra leaned back as she gave him a lustful look spreading her legs as an open invitation. The young king didn't need to be told again as he positioned himself on top of the female vixen.  Their eyes locked into an intense stare of lust each one craving the other as she reached out and took hold of his manhood in her hand guiding him to her own sex. "Make me yours my king." She said in a husky tone. He felt the tip going into her as started to feel her insides it felt so slick and warm to him plus it felt like she was wrapping tightly around him. "Trust into me, claim me." She begged him. "If that's what you want," he grinned and then pushed as far as he could he felt himself hit the end of her tunnel as she grunted out. "Ugh! Spirits you feel so much bigger inside of me!" She cried out feeling the weight of him on her pressing her breasts down against her as his strong chest rubbed against them. "Oh how big?" He asked starting to move. "The biggest!" She told him honestly feeling like she loved the way he filled her. Grabbing her shoulders to leverage he started with short but powerful thrusts as she spread her legs more to give him better access. Her hands racked his back as she was quickly losing herself to the pleasure she was getting from him. "You truly...are a king!" She cried out feeling turned on being dominated by this powerful young male. "Please do it harder my king." "You can call me Lion-O you know," He told her as he tried to thrust harder into her which make her cry out her back trying to arch off the ground as she threw her head back in a primal scream of pleasure. "Are you okay?" He quickly added stopping thinking he might have hurt her. "Don't stop!" She told him, "Please my...Please Lion-O, I want to feel you thrusting in me with all your might. I want to feel that large thing of yours trying to gain access to my womb. I want you to claim me and fuck me like I belong to you." "You really get off on this don't you?" He grinned and was surprised to see her blush a little. "Well if that's what the lady wants I won't deny you that." With that he started to fuck her harder with thrust so strong that they both would feel the aches later as she cried out in joy and pleasure as she tried to thrust back against him. She could feel him pounding away at her cervix giving her a delicious mix of pain and pleasure for her. By this point with Tygra and Cheetara the two of them were fucking as though trying to make up for lost him. She was bouncing herself on his rod with a passion as he held her hips helping her along as he thrust into her as she slammed herself down onto him. He was enjoying the view of her there was just something erotic about the way her long hair moved all over the place, how her breasts moved with her and how sexy she sounded as she moaned for him. She leaned forward placing her hands next to him as she started to ride him harder feeling herself starting to get closer to her orgasm again only this time she wanted to feel it. Pumyra's screaming could be heard now as she looked over her shoulder to see the young King fucking the young woman like he was trying to rape the poor girl only she was so very into it. She kept begging for him to not stop and to keep on going. "Man she's a screamer," Tygra commented as he thrust into his girlfriend a little harder as she gasped as he got her attention back to their own love making. "Hope you don't think this isn't as good." "No it's good, it's better than I thought it would be," She panted out as she gave a slow moan as she started to hurry a bit more. She could feel it coming on now she was so close she leaned down against him feeling his chest against her own as she tried to find her own release. Tygra gripped her nice ass with both hands feeling himself also starting to reach the limit as he pounded away at his love. She cried out his name over and over again holding him tightly as he brought her to climax. She tensed up as finally she got her orgasm so many years of wanting this and finally the moment came as she cried out in a long moan. Tygra didn't stop pounding away at her as he felt her juices now running down his shaft as her nice tight pussy was now gripping his cock. It took him a few more thrusts but he groaned out holding her ass to his hips as he felt himself release himself inside of her. Both of them lay there panting for breath as she gently pushed herself up looking down at him as both of them shared a smile. Nothing needed to be said between them as they knew what each other was thinking and feeling in that small perfect moment. She leaned down capturing his lips again as she felt his hands caressing her back. "Ugh! Yes, fuck me!" Pumyra cried out as her fingers lightly seemed to claw at Lion-O's back. "Ugh, argh, I'm...I'm almost there!" He warned her not knowing what she wanted to do when he was ready. He was surprised to find her legs locking around his waist tightly as he fucked the woman beneath him. "Do it, fill me up inside!" he cried out. "Oh spirits this feels too good," He groaned out as he held her tightly slamming his waist down to meet hers as he filled her completely. He started sucking on her neck as she used one hand to grip his red hair in a fist. "Bite me," She whispered to him. He no longer questioned her as his teeth found her neck he didn't bite too hard but he bit enough for her to feel his teeth lightly digging into her neck. That really got her going as she seemed to lock up around him as he eyes opened up wide. If he could see her he would see her mouth gasping for air as she was silently screaming her own orgasm. Her whole body shook as Lion-O's young body finally gave out. He groaned into her neck as his hips jerked with each jet of cum that entered her body. She could feel him filling up her womb with his royal seed as she groaned in pleasure feeling the warmth of it fill her stomach. She panted lightly feeling like she had just ran a marathon as the hand in his hair gently released itself and started to caress her young king's hair and neck. Pumyra found his ear lobe with her mouth gently suckling on it as Lion-O was surprised to find a jolt run down his spine from the simple gesture. He groaned into her next feeling her warm body against his own. He was surprised how she was so primal while having sex and yet now seemed to be gentle. Maybe fucking her was like a storm, rocking and exciting during and calm and peaceful after it. He pulled away looking down at her face and was surprised by the content look on her face. She looked more peaceful in this moment than he had ever seen her before. She smiled as she cupped his face in her hands. "You really are a King in all sense of the word Lion-O," she told him as her eyes seemed to be filled with a life he hadn't seen. He found that he liked this look in her eyes as he got off her and rested on his side just wanting to look at her slim form, the way her body curved and of course how her breasts rose and fell with her deep breathing. She saw him looking and liked the way he was looking at her she reached down to his penis covered in their mixed juices as she gently stroked it making him jerk his hips in reaction. "You think you boys can go another round because I don't know about her but I could use a little more," Pumyra said out loud. "That would be nice," Cheetara agreed feeling Tygra's half hard member still inside of her. "Might take me a minute to get back into it," Tygra told her "Y-yeah I'm not sure how long it might take," Lion-O said blushing a bit although she had gotten a little reaction out of him he had just came twice already. He wasn't sure if he could go a third round. Pumyra thought about it as her lust filled mind was still taken over as an idea hit her. She smiled at him taking a last kiss on his royal lips as she moved to where Cheetara and Tygra were. Lion-O was about to say something thinking she was going to leave him for his brother when he stopped when she gently pulled Cheetara up. "I think I know of a way to get the boys excited again if you really want to have another go," Pumyra told the other woman. "Like what?" "Trust me on this," Pumyra said as she surprised everyone especially Cheetara when she grabbed the other woman's face and kissed her deeply. Cheetara was at a total loss feeling herself blush as the other woman's mouth was on her own giving a very passionate kiss. Her own body was still very highly sexually stimulated so Cheetara was confused if the small pleasure she was getting was an after effect or from this woman. Then Pumyra's hands started to roam the other female's body feeling her up along the sides and cupping her ass. "Whoa," Lion-O swallowed hard at the erotic sight in front of him he had heard of this but had never seen it before now as his young eyes were glued to the two sexy women kissing. "Damn right little brother," Tygra grinned he didn't mind the show this was something he thought he would never see in real life. Cheetara was confused as to what to do she knew what her body wanted but she had never thought of being sexual with another female before. Although her resistance was slowly seeping away given the pleasure she was getting from the other woman. Pumyra licked the woman's ear sensually as her hands continued to roam over her body. Slowly she started to rub Cheetara's pussy  making the taller woman make a mewing sound as she tried not to make a sound. "Go ahead there's no shame in it," Pumyra whispered into her ear. "You know I had fantasies trying this but I never could try it out. I prefer guys but I've always just been a little bit curious." She grinned at how the other woman tried to keep control but kept failing. There was a kind of power in it and Pumyra found herself enjoying it for once. It was an odd sensation for her as she liked to be dominated in bed but here she was enjoying dominating the other woman. Finally Cheetara lost her resistance as she slowly sunk into her lust filled mind as she started to kiss the other woman back and running her hands over the slim woman's body. It was so much different than Tygra's, where his was hard she was softer. Pumyra checked the boys and saw they were eagerly watching the show as Pumyra moaned when Cheetara finally started to rub her body. She felt the woman's hand slowly stroking her aching sex then the other woman slipped in one of her fingers. "Ohh that's nice," Pumyra groaned as her hips slowly moved with her fingers. "God I can't wait to have that huge cock in me again." Cheetara gasped when Pumyra grabbed both breasts kneading them slightly roughly. She cast a little look to Lion-O to see the young king's member. She didn't know why she did but maybe she just wanted to compare it with Tygra's. To her it looked like it was basically the same as Tygra but given how Pumyra had been practically screaming out she had been curious. Pumyra caught the woman looking as a wicked idea came to mind, she knew of the history there between Lion-O and Cheetara, the young man had thought the woman was into him but in the end had chosen his older brother. Maybe there was a way to spice things up a little. She whispered her idea to Cheetara who looked at the other woman in shock. "You can't be serious." Cheetara was almost offended. "I can understand that I bet your man isn't all that good after all." Cheetara now took offense to this woman's putting her lover's abilities into question. "Besides you might own the young man for leading him on after all." "I never-" "Oh please I heard all about a few things, come on make it up to him. Plus it will be fair all in all and honestly your curious aren't you?" Pumyra cast a look to Tygra's slightly more developed body. "I'm a little curious myself." Cheetara was frustrated as her body seemed to want to have something inside of her. She wished she had an idea why she was acting this way, why they were all acting this way. She tried to think straight but she couldn't, her mind was so full of erotic images and thoughts it was getting harder and harder to think about her situation. Pumyra pulled away and looked at the boys seeing them already half hard from the sight, "Okay boys a little surprise, close your eyes and keep them closed." "What, why?" Lion-O asked. "Just trust me you'll love it," Pumyra grinned. The brothers shared a look before Tigra smiled and shrugged closing his eyes and waiting. Lion-O wasn't sure but eventually went with it. As he was wondering what the surprise was he suddenly felt soft hands on his thighs he nearly opened his eyes before remembering the rule. Something was different when he felt her mouth taking him in, she wasn't taking all of him like last time. In fact she was only going about halfway in but she was using her hands. She was a lot more gentle this time around as he moaned laying back feeing her bob her head sucking on the head. Lion-O wasn't the only one that noticed something was off, Tygra was pleasantly surprised when Cheetara was gulping him down all the way he wasn't sure what happened but he could feel the tip pressing up against the back of her throat as she eagerly started to gulp him down. "Damn girl that's great," he smiled while keeping his eyes closed. She moaned making the vibrations pulse around his dick making it even better. "Shit like that." He grabbed her hair when he noticed it didn't feel like Cheetara's large mane of hair, this was smaller and more smooth. His eyes popped open as he sat up looking in shock at the female that was currently giving him one hell of a blow job. "Pumyra!?" "What?" Lion-O's eyes shot open was well looking over to see the woman over there with his brother. But if she was over there then that meant...he looked and he nearly had a heart attack as the woman that had been both his first crush and had broken his heart was currently working his hard cock into her mouth. The girls stopped but still slightly jerking the boys as Pumyra spoke up, "We thought it would be interesting to compare. I said that Lion-O was the better lover but she seems to think the older brother is better. Personally I'm not convinced so what do you boys say? You want to show which one of you is the better lover?" Normally they would be furious that the other brother was even seeing their woman naked but this whole situation was beyond reason by this point. Normal hadn't been in this place since the whole affair started. There was one thing that hadn't changed and that was the rivalry between the brothers, always the need to show who was better. Because Tygra had been in line to the throne before Lion-O was born he felt his younger brother was given everything that could have been his. For Lion-O he felt that he never measured up to his older brother, the need to surpass him in anything burned in him. It didn't take long for the brothers to pull the women towards them kissing them deeply as a sign that they were ready to show who was better.   Cheetara slowly shifted as she got into a sitting position onto Lion-O's lap as she gently guided him inside of her. She groaned feeling him fill her up she was sure that he was as large as her brother filling her up nicely. She slowly started to rock her hips as Lion-O grabbed hold of her hips to help get them into a slow rhythm. It was a little slow for Lion-O's taste but he was actually having sex with Cheetara something he had only dreamed about. He couldn't believe that this was still happening but he could feel her body against him and feel the warmth of being inside of her. She was still very slick from the mixed fluids still inside of her, she wasn't as tight as Pumyra had been but she was still pretty damn good around him. Watching her larger breasts bounce and moved around he couldn't help himself. Shifting forward he took one of her nipples into his mouth sucking on the hardened nub as he ran his tongue around it. He was rewarded by the sounds of her gasping which soon lead to moaning as she ran her fingers through his hair. He held her waist as they moved together in their sitting position. Pumyra already could see that the older prince was eager for another round as she turned away from him and got on her hands and knees. She wanted to be taken from behind this time as she shook her ass slightly to entice him, which she really didn't need to given that he was quickly moving forward. He ran his hands over her ass as it was tighter than Cheetara's he briefly wondered if she would let him try something but thought against it. His dick touched her pussy as he felt one of her hands taking hold and helping him to guide her inside. "Spirits girl you're a tight one," He muttered feeling himself trying to force himself in even though she was slick this woman was the tightest. Her only response was a long drawn out groan as she rested her head against the grass. "I didn't think you'd feel that big in me," she moaned out but loving it. "Now fuck me Prince and see if you can do better than your not so little brother." She teased. She was pushing his buttons and although he knew it, he didn't care. He held her hips as he thrust into her harder than he had with his girlfriend. He was rewarded as the woman cried out but didn't stop he kept on thrusting into her like he was a wild animal rutting with a bitch in heat. Pumyra tried to match him but he was pounding her ass like a mad man. She could barely say anything other than grunts and cries of pleasure. Over with Lion-O and Cheetara she was surprisingly enjoying riding her king, he had been lavishing himself onto her breasts, alternating between each nipple and kissing between her bountiful mounds and her neck. She felt his hands run over her backside and how he gripped her ass now and then. She knew he wanted it a little faster but she kept the pace wanting to enjoy it a little more. Although the cries of pleasure from Pumyra were making her want to try a little harder. She wasn't a screamer but her moaning was nearly none stop as she made love to her king. Lion-O buried his face between her larger breasts they were so much softer and a bit larger than Pumyra's.  But he wanted a bit more taking control he got them so that she was on her back and he was on top of her looking down. He thrust into her thinking of all the times he had thought that she liked him thrusting slow but hard into her. She grunted out with each thrust her mouth hung open as she closed her eyes. He watched her as she moved with each powerful thrust, how her whole body shook and how her breasts moved with each thrust as well. He placed his hands next to her keeping his body upright as he started to fuck the woman harder and a little bit faster. Cheetara had been surprised by him by both the sudden movement and his suddenly dominant way he was taking her. She had closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of how each thrust into her slammed all the way in. She felt her fingers starting to dig into the earth beneath her as her legs spread out giving him an easier way to access her body. He was going harder now, faster than she known as he kept increasing the pace. She stopped fucking him back and just let him fuck her, it felt like he was trying to fuck her into the ground as she felt her orgasm growing. "L-Lion-O! I'm nearly there, just a bit, just a bit more!" He loved how she cried out his name he knew this was most likely the only chance with her and he wanted to remember the look on her face when he brought her to climax. He grunted with real effort now making her grunt out as the air was forced out of her lungs with each thrust. "Cum for me, I want to feel you cum from my cock." He told her. "I...I...oh spirits...I'm cumming!" She arched her back moaning out. Lion-O thrust a few more times before filling this woman with his seed, he gave one last grunt pushing himself all the way in and keeping himself there until he was sure that he had drained himself into this woman. Tygra was nearing his limit as his hips slammed into Pumyra's ass he grabbed her shoulders as he thrust into her as hard as he could as he figured out this woman loved it rough. She screamed out as her head kept flying back with each pull her long hair flying all around. He grunted out loudly with each thrust as he sped up. She knew he was close in fact she was nearing her own end, "Do it! Fucking fill me!" "Then take it!" He cried out as his hips slammed forward one last time feeling his dick blast her insides with his warmth. He made several small thrusts making sure she had taken everything he could give her as she had screamed out one last time as her pussy milked him for everything he was worth. Slowly he got out of her as he lay on his back panting as the other woman rested with her ass raised up his cum leaking out of her pussy onto the grass below her. Both were out of breath for the moment but they both felt very relaxed now. They both took a few minute to calmly let themselves rest up after that last orgasm. "Nice although I still think I prefer my King to the Prince," Pumyra slowly got up and walked on slightly shaking legs to Lion-O. "But trust me that was still one of the best fucks I've had." She told him not wanting to hurt his feelings. It had been good, great in fact but she still wanted Lion-O. Walking over to him she nudged Cheetara. "Mind if I have my man back?" "Yes I think I want to get back to mine." "So was he better?" Cheetara shrugged she wasn't that experienced, "It was good, but I still prefer Tygra." Pumyra shrugged as she got on top of the young king making sure that his sensitive organ was now rubbing against her sex. She was already getting a little sore there but she wanted to see if she could coax the king into depositing at last once more time in her body. "How was she, everything you fantasized about?" She smirked. "I think so but I think I prefer someone else," He told her honestly running his hands over her body. "Oh and who might that be?" She grinned. He took hold and rolled her over onto her back kissing her deeply, "The one person that makes me feel like a king." He told her before gently biting into her neck making her cry out in joy. Cheetara went to where Tygra was sitting down just watching her walking over to him. Her hair and fur all matted and all over the place but she looked just so damned sexy to him. She sat onto his lap wrapped her long legs around him feeling their sexes rubbing against each other. "So was she better than me?" She asked him feeling a little self conscious she still couldn't believe she had done that. She had just fucked her lover's brother but then it wasn't like he hadn't been alone during that time. She still couldn't shake the feeling that she would never do this but her body had other demands. "She's wilder but I prefer the touch of your body," He told her running his hands along her spine. "You're the one I've waited for all these years." She smiled at that kissing him lightly as they slowly started to caress each other. "What about him?" He asked. "He's a little too young for me, I prefer my men with more experience." She smirked. "Are you calling me 'old'?" He joked. "No just that you know what I want," She replied. After yet another round of sex  they all finally seemed to come to their senses as they realized what they had all just done. Getting dressed after that had been extremely awkward between the four of them to say the lease as no one made a single sound and in some cases couldn't look certain other people in the eye. “What the hell was that all about?” Tygra finally asked what they were all thinking as he fit the last piece of clothing on. “Not that it wasn’t fun but still.” “I don’t know but I started to feel...well you know...” Cheetara blushed remembering the feeling. “I think sometime after those berries.” “Great berries that make you horny,” He sighed although it had been fun to finally have sex with his girlfriend he hadn’t intended to also have sex with Pumyra let alone watch as his girlfriend fucked his younger brother. This whole experience was something that he wasn’t sure how to feel about. “And I just had to pick them too,” Pumyra sighed trying to smooth out her dress. She could still feel a few aches that she was going to have not to mention she could feel some of the juices leaking out and were trailing down her thigh. She was going to have to either find a stream or some leaves to clean up before getting back to camp. The last thing she needed was to have the kids see it and ask what it was plus it would be very bad for her to sit down at the moment without possibly leaving a wet spot. Not to mention something to wash her mouth out unless she wanted to taste their cum in her mouth for the entire day. She sighed in a bit of frustration she should look into getting shorts or something if this happened again. She felt herself heat up remembering Lion-O inside of her and casting a look to her king, who looked kind of cute being all shy after all that, she was wondering if maybe next time they go looking for food she should get alone with him again. "We never speak of this to anyone even to each other," Cheetara spoke up trying to get her hair to not look as messy as it felt to her. "Agreed?" "Hey what happens in the forest stays in the forest," Tygra told her as he leaned in closer to her. "Although maybe we might want to just go 'berry picking' by ourselves now and then." She felt herself heat up at the implied suggestion. "If you're good...then maybe." She smirked at him kissing his cheek before leaving. Lion-O wasn't sure how to feel although he agreed this never would go beyond these trees. Still it was a memory he would keep close to him. He had finally not only had sex but with both Pumyra who he had feelings for and Cheetara the first women he had fallen for. All in all it wasn't so bad although looking at Pumyra he wished he knew what she was thinking. He wasn't sure if he should say something or not after everything that had happened maybe he should say at least something to her. Pumyra could see him thinking and she was thinking too as he walked up to him seeing Tygra and Cheetara move out of ear shot. "My king please don't say anything about today," she told him. He looked crushed as he guessed where this would go. "Oh, of course I was just, well I wasn't sure..." She smirked at how cute he looked when he was tongue tied even after making love to two different women he was still yet so innocent. But he was also their king and the things he had made her feel had been amazing. "I know how feel but we agreed we won't talk about today." She saw him nod silently as she ran her hands over his cheek. "But that doesn't mean we won't have other times we can talk about, that is if you want me. I know I am not of noble blood but I could be yours if you so desire me my King." He smiled as he grabbed her hand gently. "I desire it." She smiled at him, "Then maybe next time we can have a bit more privacy in the matter." "I think we both would like that." He told her. The End Well there you have it, turned out kind of long but honestly I think it was good. This idea originally came to be before the season finally so I wanted to change a few things. To those that saw it and know what I mean well I preferred that character before she was shown to secretly be a villain. Plus this was one of the longest things I've ever written.  

Chapter 29 - Chapter 28: Epilogue

Spider-man: Dark Urges Chapter 28: Epilogue -Three Months Later- Peter rested against the railing of a high rise condo looking over the dark city. Things had certainly changed since they had killed the Kingpin. Crime was still around he had no illusions about that, as soon as word got out that the Kingpin was dead every major criminal in the city was out to take as much control as they could. For them it was the good old days before the Kingpin showed up, when the Mafia could rule the city like it hadn’t done in decades. Only there was one problem with that, before leaving Peter and his team had taken every kind of data they could find. Hard drives, laptops, phones, anything that they could carry and before the Kingpin’s men or the cops showed up from all the noise, with that they had a good idea of how the Kingpin’s operations worked. With that the criminals found Spider-Man, Black Cat, Scarlet Spider, Scream, Venom and the Punisher there to put a stop to anything. Criminals in this city were afraid of this group of vigilantes, the papers either praised them or persecuted them not that they cared, they were doing what they felt was right, to punish criminals of their city so that they wouldn’t harm anyone else ever again. But that wasn’t the only change, they have moved out of the old place, bleaching everything and cleaning it to make sure nothing remained that anyone could tell who had lived there. They weren’t taking any chances when they left the place. Peter made sure not to leave any kind of trail and now he had the funds to do what he needed to do. With Felicia she was the public face of it all, with all the money she was the one on paper that owned it. It took time to clean it but Silver Sable was good with that, Peter didn’t ask how she knew how to do it but now Felicia was the head of a fortune. Which was how they got the new place, she was the head of Hardy Corp now, it was a small company that was into electronics and other sciences at least for now. They had big plans, since the fall of Oscorp there was a major industry that they could get into and Peter was eyeing to buy up old Oscorp facilities. Science was something Peter knew and he was surprised to find himself actually helping to run it, well behind the scenes of course. They also found a lot of useful information while taking down the Kingpin’s originations. A lot of blackmail material had been found over the months and with that they were able to either bribe or coerced certain people into either looking the other way or doing a small favor for them. With that not only was the investigation into Peter, Gwen and MJ’s disappearance put to rest. Most of the news groups were already looking into other things but they made sure that their miraculous return was buried by most news companies. Then the next step was school, after a long talk they didn’t want to deal with the looks, the talks and so Peter came up with a plan. With some special favors they got the school board to give them all testing to prove they had what it took to graduate early. Peter was able to get it without issue since technically he could have taught some of the classes. If he had been from a wealthy family he most likely would have been in college by now. For the girls he had a plan to help them pass. The suits could transfer information, so after some training with the girls they found that if they asked the suits if they had any information on their tests to tell them. Given the girls’ suits came from Peter and Eddie both very brilliant men, the girls surprised a lot of teachers with the passing grades. So now they were legally (well on paper it was legal) graduated early, a relief to them all. The next part was to make Felicia their legal guardian. They didn’t want to be split up and MJ certainly didn’t want to live under her father. So again, bribes and blackmail helped Felicia to be the legal guardian of three charges. Peter inhaled the smell of the city as before going back inside, today was a special day for everyone. Walking into the lavish place they had room for everyone and then some. Felicia was actually looking for a beach house in California, saying they could invest in film to help make some more money. He was all for it and the girls were looking forward to some fun in the sun time. Eddie had moved in permanently, with his own room having moved out of the dorm on campus. Peter had also noticed that Gwen spent a lot of time there, he wasn’t jealous but apparently Gwen and Eddie were getting pretty close. Which was just fine with him, Eddie was a good friend and it was good to have him here. Eddie already had a job in the new company and a lab all his own, he was happy as could be as he had the funding to do whatever they wanted. Peter was actually in talks with getting Dr. Connors working for them he had kind of forgotten about him and after all the help he had been it was only fair. Turned out he was all for it, especially since his divorce was final but apparently he needed the money for another reason. Peter wasn’t sure how but he had been fucking a lab assistant all this time, she was pregnant and he was looking for a good job to help. He had said something about not making the same mistakes again. As he passed Eddie room muffled sounds could be heard from inside. “Damn they’re still at it? He’s going to miss the show.” Peter commented to himself walking past it. Recently they had been able to get a firm grip in SHIELD as well. Two months back there had been this major incident. Apparently Fury had tried to wipe out an Earth from some alternate reality, he had been exposed and was currently living his life in jail there. Then someone new had showed up, Carol Danvers the new head of organization. This couldn’t have worked out more perfectly for them. Apparently she was a big coffee drinker and liked cream in it, at least that’s what Black Widow and told him. So he made sure that Black Widow had plenty of ‘special cream’ to sneak into her coffee. He had been doing that for over a week and when he had Black Widow set up a meeting, Carol couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough. Apparently she hadn’t found a real outlet for it, now she was one of the special women that came for some relief now and then. Plus having her in their pocket helped with certain things. Peter paused by Eddie door hearing her through it, he also learned that she was a screamer apparently. -Eddie’s Room- Eddie Brock had to admit that his life was looking up, he had one hell of a future ahead of him and for the young college man he was fucking some of the hottest women on the world. The young man had also seen that his symbiotic suit had been slowly improving him, he looked stronger now and he felt it. His body had ripped muscles and he didn’t even work out, well not unless you count what he was doing now. “Oh god yes fuck me, fuck me!” Carol Danvers the new head of SHIELD screamed out. She was currently on her stomach on his large bed, her firm body rocked with each thrust as he was behind her holding her hips slamming into her ass with his hips. They made a slapping noise with each thrust he made into her body. “Hey get back to fucking work...boss.” Natasha spoke up. She was here as well on her back, her nude body was already sweaty from all the heat and sex they had. Carol had been eating her out licking out Eddie cum that was still in her pussy. Not long ago Carol wouldn’t even had considered kissing another woman, now here she was eating out the pussy of one of her agents eating up the cum of the young man that was currently fucking her like a beast from behind. Truth was that Carol had learned to like a lot of things lately as the blonde bombshell licked Natasha’s pussy lips. Natasha moaned as she let her head fall back enjoying the sensation, although she preferred something hard and thick inside of her this was nice sometimes as well. But she couldn’t get off unless something was inside of her but Eddie was currently busy. So she had only one idea on how to get her release. “Use your hand,” Natasha told Carol who thought meant something else. The blonde started using her right hand to caress the clit of the red head but Natasha had to be a bit more clear. “I mean stick that fist inside of me.” That stopped both her and Eddie who heard that. “Are you fucking serious?” Carol asked wide eyed as she wanted to push her hips back, she could still feel the rock hard cock inside of her and her body didn’t want to stop yet. “Do it,” The woman told them. “I told you the bitch was crazy,” Eddie shook his head holding onto Carol’s hips and gave her a hard thrust. “Might as well do it, she won’t be happy otherwise.” Carol grunted out with the deep thrust but couldn’t believe she was going to do this. She put her fingers against the woman’s opening as she slowly pushed in. Natasha hissed, “Watch your nails I don’t want you to scratch up my insides.” “Well I’ve never done this before!” Carol put her fingers as closer together as she slowly pushed in as she grunted with each thrust of Eddie. She could feel the warm and very wet insides of the other woman who gasped as her body tensed up but she kept pushing in hearing Natasha let out a long drawn out groan. Natasha could feel herself being stretched out and loving it she knew that one day she was going to kill herself by putting in something too large for her but most likely wouldn’t care. She grabbed Carol’s wrist forcing the blonde to stick her hand up to her wrist. She kept it there as her body slowly started to adjust and then she started rocking her hips. “Make a fist,” Natasha grunted out and felt the hand do it. That made her cum right there and then as she cried out her whole body moving with the orgasm. Carol could feel the orgasm around her hand she couldn’t believe it but then Eddie started to increase his thrusts and she knew he was nearly done. She moved back against him to hurry her own orgasm but knew it wouldn’t be needed. Those damn suits always seemed to make you want to orgasm. She felt him stiffen as he groaned and she cried out feeling his seed blast into her sending her in a body fulfilling orgasm. It took her a moment to regain herself when she realised that Natasha was still fucking herself on her own hand. The red head looked to be nearing yet another orgasm. “Bitch is crazy,” she muttered feeling Eddie pull out but she knew he wasn’t done yet. It was going to be one long night for them all but she was used to it and by now even looked forward to it. Being the big boss meant she didn’t have much of a date life now. -Felicia’s Room- Peter arrived in Felicia’s room to it already full of people. The room itself was very classy as Felicia had expensive tastes and liked to decorate in the most modern styles. Currently she was sitting on her bed with Kitty Pryde who had just arrived. MJ and Gwen were already there as the four of them were talking happily. Peter was glad to see that MJ and Gwen were happier now, they could have a life plus without the troubles of high school they had a lot of pressure off their shoulders. “Are you guys sure you want me on in this?” Kitty asked them all. “I mean we’ve been talking about this and all but you really want me?” Kitty was a little nervous about all of this but over the months they had talked her into trying it out, although they had no idea how this would work with her being a mutant and all but she was also a close member of their group and they trusted her. Plus they had said that they wanted some extra protection for her. It wasn’t a safe world out there and even less so at times for mutants. “Relax Kitten,” Felicia nudged her shoulder with her own. “I’ve been looking forward to this and honestly I really want to get me one of those suits.” It was time for MJ and Gwen to have their own suits to spawn, it had been building up for awhile now and they needed to pass it on. Apparently for female hosts it started to drive them wild when they needed to spawn. “So what do we need to do?” Felicia asked the two girls. “Strip,” Gwen said as she pulled her symbiote back leaving her totally naked. MJ followed suit as Peter got a good look at those familiar naked forms that he knew all too well. He was here mainly for just make sure nothing wrong happened. Although he was fairly certain nothing would but it would be one hell of a show. “Now we’re talking,” Felicia started to strip out of her black dress leaving her in her underwear as she started to take them off. Kitty decided that she didn’t want to pass this up as she phased out of her clothing easily enough. “Lay back ladies,” Mary Jane told them smiling as the two did just that. Mary Jane took Felicia as Gwen took Kitty as they got on top of their chosen girl and started making out with them. They could do this in a more simple way but this was more fun. Soon Peter found himself watching a lesbian show with MJ and Gwen doing everything they could to the other ladies. He watched as MJ sucked and fondled Felicia’s larger breasts as she also rubbed her thigh against the woman’s cunt driving the older woman to getting wet. He saw that Gwen was a bit more aggressive with Kitty, French kissing the girl as Gwen’s hand caressed Kitty’s smaller breasts harder. Soon that hand trailed down to Kitty’s pussy as two fingers were inserted. When Gwen found out that Kitty was a bit wet she started to finger fuck the other teenager as Kitty moaned into Gwen’s mouth. Peter felt himself getting hard just watching it but held off, he could take care of that urge later on now was a bit more important. Although he wasn’t sure how much of the show he could take after fifteen minutes of watching it. MJ and Gwen stopped as they got between the legs of the ladies to be the new hosts. MJ and Gwen used their symbiotes to make fake ‘cock’s as they pushed into each of them. All four let out various moans of pleasure as they started to fuck each other. Now Peter was force to watch as all four of them starting having sex together. He had a perfect view of them all, the long hair moving, their bodies slowly starting to build up sweat as the room was slowly filled with heat and the musk of sex. He watched as four pairs of breasts moved with each thrust and the various sounds each one made was unique but still very sexy. He was very tempted to start stroking himself right then but it took a lot of will power. He wanted to save himself for later but he was mentally kicking himself for not videotaping this, it was a great show.   “Oh god here I cum!” MJ called out as she arched her back thrusting in all the way she felt the modified ‘cum’ spilling out into Felicia’s body, the older woman shuddering in her own orgasm but it didn’t end there. The fake ‘penis’ of MJ started shooting more symbiotic material into Felicia. The red and black goo went through the woman’s cervix as it nestled into the woman’s womb. Mary Jane had a long prolonged orgasm as it kept filling the older woman. “Fuck yes! Take it Kitty, take it all!” Gwen gritted her teeth holding the teenager’s hips as she slammed and held herself to Kitty’s hips. Again Gwen’s orgasm released both the modified cum and the symbiote filled Kitty with its own material. When they were done both MJ and Gwen pulled out panting slightly as they looked on, Felicia and Kitty’s stomachs looked to have a slight bulge to them. It only increased as the symbiotes inside of their wombs attacked themselves to the inner walls and started to take in the DNA of their new hosts. They started to grow inside of them. “Holy shit,” Gwen said wide eyed as she looked at them. “Fuck me they look pregnant.” “Did we look like that?” Mary Jane asked Peter. They had been unconscious when this had happened to them but she couldn’t take her eyes off it. She felt her hand on her stomach thinking how was it that her stomach looked that big with no stretch marks to show it. Then she got a feeling that it was thanks to her symbiote healing all her physical damage. But by the looks of it they were only getting bigger as time moved on. “Oh god I can feel it moving,” Kitty groaned her hands on her expanding stomach. “Oh god is this was it’s going to be like I don’t want to be a mother until I’m thirty.” “Are you in pain?” Mary Jane asked as she had been thinking about a family with Peter one day. “No,” Felicia answered, “But it’s a bit uncomfortable how long does this take?” “It took a little longer with the girls,” Peter explained to them how the symbiotes were growing as they merged with them. Both of them had to wait until they looked to be several months pregnant before they felt it. Kitty felt it first as she felt it starting to push out of her. She groaned as her body started to give ‘birth’ to her symbiote. Felicia wasn’t further behind as she grunted as her cervix was pushed open and she felt it oozing out of her. “Oh god damn it!” the woman cursed gritting her teeth. She was being stretched out and unlike Natasha she didn’t get off on that kind of thing. Kitty clenched her teeth as she felt it gush out of her, to those watching the women it was an odd sight. Both of their pussy lips suddenly opened as the symbiotes pushed out of both of them they pooled out on the bed but soon started to go over their new hosts bodies. Felicia had a black and white symbiote move over her body as soon she was covered head to toe in the material. Kitty for some reason had a yellow and green one as it slowly started to shift and form. Soon both women were now having their symbiotes change as they felt the minds of the symbiotes for the first time. Felicia was able to make her symbiote take on the form of her Black Cat costume but she felt it going to her head as fake white hair was made for her. She slowly sat up flexing her hands she felt powerful, really powerful but drained at the same time. Kitty sat up as it formed into a custom she had been thinking of making for some time now. It was mainly but with green running up the sides of her arms, going into a point down her chest, her thighs were covered and the face was green too. In fact it looked kind of like Peter’s design without webs since she had large eye pieces like his mask. “What is that?” Peter asked Kitty smirking seeing her. “Well since I’m not in the X-Men anymore I kind of wanted to still use my powers to help others,” Kitty explained feeling the suit on her. It felt like a suit but it was all one piece and she could feel everything like the tiniest touch she would be able to feel. “Well this was an idea I had I was going to make it but...well this saves me some time.” “You’re going to have to come up with a name,” Felicia told her looking in the mirror. “God this hair looks so real at least I don’t have to wear that stupid wig anymore.” She muttered to herself. Both of them suddenly starting feeling really tired the whole process left them drained so Peter, Gwen and MJ decided to leave the girls to rest up. -Peter’s Room- Peter walked into his own room with MJ and Gwen on each arm. Peter’s room showed his more geek side of things. Science books and journals filled a book self, a state of the art computer that he built himself was there with several screens. It was used for work and other purposes he was looking forward to upgrading it with some SHIELD programs he was getting soon from Black Widow and Carol. There were pictures he took from home here too, he never wanted to forget his aunt or uncle or anyone else. They were reminders that with power came great responsibility but also the world could be a very dark and unforgiving place. “Man I still can’t believe that this is our lives now,” Gwen laughed as she threw herself onto the large bed. “Rich, fighting crime and best of all we can actually go out. No more of crappy school and cool sex with my friends.” She paused as she closed her eyes. “Almost makes up for everything.” Mary Jane got on the bed as she held Gwen as the blonde eagerly accepted it, they had all lost a lot and sometimes the gains didn’t make up for any of it. They felt the bed shift as Peter sat down with them. “You know for some reason I’m reminded back when we first hung out in my room after Gwen found out about me being Spider-Man.” Peter said smiling down at them lovingly. “I got to admit having you both naked in my bed was something that crossed my mind.” “You jerk,” MJ laughed and punched him lightly. “We were still dating at that time.” “Well he had two hot girls in his bed one he was dating and another he was living with,” Gwen told her. “He’s a guy and really weak in that regard. Speaking of naked aren’t you overdressed? I bet you got a serious case of blue balls after the show.” “Yeah I kind of do,” Peter scratched the back of his head as the symbiote went away into his body as the ‘clothing’ went with it. He really wished he would remember to see how exactly it did that, technically the mass should still be there but he didn’t increase in size of anything. All science thoughts suddenly were lost as he felt a pair of lips on his half hard cock as his mind decided to table that for another period as a hot blonde was sucking him off. “Oh god I needed this,” Peter groaned as MJ ran her soft hands over his upper body as she pressed herself against him. He turned to her as she pulled him into a long sensual kissing as his hand went to Gwen’s head running through her long blonde hair. He head bobbed up and down his shaft as he felt her tongue dragging over it. Gwen started moaning knowing that the sounds Peter found really erotic as she used one of her hands slipped down to her pussy and inserted one finger into her still wet pussy. Wet slurping sounds could be heard as she fingered herself while sucking him down. Mary Jane felt Peter trailing his kisses to her sensitive neck as one of his hands went to one of her breasts gently kneading it. She moaned feeling him do that as she used one of her free hands to help pleasure herself like Gwen was. With her other hand she trailed it over Peter’s hard body. They kept it up until Peter started to thrust slightly with his hips feeling his released, Mary Jane kissed him hard as grabbed Gwen’s head and held her down as he ejaculated into her mouth. Gwen eagerly took the load but didn’t swallow it just yet she had plans for it. When she was sure that Peter had finished she pulled out and took MJ’s face in her hands and kissed her hard. Peter watched as the blonde and red head kissed and how Gwen was swapping the cum in her mouth into MJ’s. Both girls started to swallow it, given its unique nature it wasn’t bad for them now and they actually enjoyed it. He could feel himself getting hard again from the view, thank heavens for the suit’s ability to get him back in action sooner. “Since you got the cream I think I’ll ride him first,” Mary Jane told her pushing Peter back onto the bed as she straddled his waist. “Fine by me but I still need some release,” Gwen got over Peter’s face as she felt his hands pulling her down onto him. She groaned feeling his tongue against her wet slit. “Oh yeah a nice little tongue fucking it what I need before the main event.” “Ohhh god yessss,” Mary Jane groaned as she felt Peter’s dick inside of her. She started to ride him gently enjoying the sensation of him inside of her. She starting panting slightly as she rose up feeling him nearly out of her and then brought herself back down feeling completely filled by him. She ground her hips and rolled them feeling hearing Peter moan into Gwen’s pussy. “Oh keep it up girlfriend,” Gwen moaned out, “I think he likes it.” MJ placed her hands on his body as she rode him harder. There they were the three of them, Peter thrusting up to keep Mary Jane as he long hair waved around with her bouncing her tits moving with her in an erotic image. Gwen had her eyes closes as she ground herself into Peter’s face one of her hands on her breast the other was working on her clit. Peter couldn’t keep up he was still horny from the show before and he couldn’t take it for long as he speed up. He felt Gwen orgasm first as he tasted her juices as he heard her cry out as he legs started to shake. Her juices like his cum were modified from the suits as not only it improved taste but also sent an electrical surge through him. He used his hands to grab hold of MJ’s hips and force her down onto his cock as it surged and shoot out inside of his lover. Mary Jane screamed out as she arched her back feeling the warmth cum filling her body as she shook with the force of her orgasm. After a minute to catch their breaths they decided to switch it up, Gwen got on her back as Peter positioned himself between her legs. He guided his shaft into her love tunnel as the blonde looked up to see Mary Jane’s soaking wet pussy over her face. “Nice, I love the creamy center,” Gwen said out loud as MJ rested gently on her face and felt the girl’s tongue lapping up all the juices and Peter’s cum that was dripping down. She moaned as she clenched her stomach muscles trying to expel Peter’s cum out of her and into Gwen’s mouth and tongue. She felt the blonde lapping it up with an eager tongue driving her nuts as she rode her friends face. Peter groaned as he held Gwen’s hips as he fucked her feeling himself go in deep as her tight pussy gripped him. She was completely wet as he slid easily into her but she had a nice enough grip to feel plenty of pleasure. He held her hips up as he fucked her harder than he had with MJ as he knew that Gwen liked it a little rougher. It had taken some time with them but when all three of them had finally had enough for the night Peter just stayed in bed on his back looking at the ceiling of his room with both girls snuggling up against him. He could feel the warmth of their bodies against his, hear their breathing. Both were asleep but he stayed up, back when he got his powers he never was sure where his life was going to lead. It had been a long hard road and he had lost a lot, there had been a lot of pain and struggle too. He had no idea where his life would be later on but he knew one thing, he would protect those important to him with his power. He didn’t want to see them in pain again he didn’t want others to feel their pain and loss. Together with everyone they would build on what they had gained, they would slowly use their power to make the world a better place. They wouldn’t let everything they had gone through be wasted or all for nothing. He knew that this wasn’t what his uncle had in mind for being responsible with his power but he couldn’t go back to that old way of life and thinking. Too much had changed and he had changed too much. It wasn’t long ago that the things he did now he knew his past self wouldn’t approve of but here he was. He felt the girls shift again and decided to try and get some sleep. There was a lot of work to do the future was a big unknown now but they would be ready for whatever the world threw at them now. The End Well there it is, finally done after all this time. Well I got plenty of other ideas to do now more small fics so they come out quickly and not as long.  

Chapter 26 - Chapter 25: Breakout

Spider-man: Dark Urges Chapter 25: Breakout -Ryker’s Island Prison- In a simple cell on the top bunk was the one man that in the entire prison that none of the prisoners wanted anything to do with. He was ex-NYPD officer Frank Castle also known as The Punisher. Currently he was just staring at the ceiling trying to ignore the criminal in the bunk under him. After he had been caught and put in here there wasn’t much else to do. After all he had just gotten out of solitary for killing a prisoner, although the fact the man came at him with a shiv played a part in it. A week didn’t go by when someone thought he would be the big man by killing The Punisher. Frank didn’t care, let them try after all the way he saw it he wasn’t locked up with criminals, they were locked up with him. He was in a place where there were plenty of opportunities to clean up although he had to be careful. The warden didn’t care for prisoners killing each other so Frank had to make sure either he wasn’t caught or self-defense could be claimed. Outside the wall of the cell four individuals in black were scaling the wall. “You sure you know where he’s being held?” Gwen asked. “Pretty sure,” Peter replied. “Black Widow got this information herself so it should be one more floor up from here.” Currently Peter, Eddie, Gwen and MJ were breaking into the facility. They had made their suits all black with no markings at all. Black Cat was waiting with a boat just off shore that was painted all black so that anyone looking into the water wouldn’t see the craft at night. The plan had been thought out to break out one of the men that could help them fight crime in this city but also might help turn up the heat on making Kingpin show himself. They were certain the man was still in this city but they couldn’t find him. So they would up the war against the man and force him to act. Prisons were designed mostly to keep people in, for people with super powers it was surprisingly easy to sneak in. No thought that someone could scale the walls or jump over the fences that no human could do. The trick was to make sure no one saw them so they had to time things just right. Peter stopped as he figured they were in the right spot. He nodded to the rest of them as they spread out firing their webbing from the suits onto the wall. They knew they wouldn’t have much time once this started so they had to be quick. They pulled as the wall broke away, Peter and MJ went in as the loud break was heard all over the night. Prison guards started looking for the source of the loud noise as spotlights started to move back and forth. Peter could see that they had a lucky break as he saw Frank Castle in his top bunk sitting up from the suddenly open wall that had just been made. “Hey there Frank, look I got to make this quick.” Peter told him. “We want to break you out of here, arm you and help us take out the Kingpin and anyone that works for him, so you in or out?” Frank blinked before smiling. “Don’t know who you are but consider me in.” Lights came into the hole as alarms started to sound. “Shit, looks like they found us,” MJ knew she didn’t have to say it but she had to. “This is going to get hairy.” “Yeah but we did plan for it,” Well mostly they had Peter figured as he grabbed Frank and jumped out the hole as the man yelled out in surprise. The other followed him as they tried to avoid the spotlights but that didn’t stop the guards trying to shoot them. “Ow! Fuck that hurts!” Gwen shouted out as she felt a bullet slam into her back. Luckily the symbiote took the damage but it was like being hit by ruler. It hurt like a mother fucker and she had to force herself to keep her suit as it was. Peter said that no one could know who broke out Frank and honestly she wanted to unleash her more natural form to help protect herself. All the extra hair her suit made would have made for a nice extra shielding from bullets. Still eventually they managed to get over the final line of defences and then it was a small swim out to the boat. It hadn’t been easy to make sure the spotlights couldn’t see them. Eddie managed to destroy one of them which helped a lot for their escape. They hadn’t used any lights on the boat which helped them get some distant and make it to the shore. They had ditched it for a van that they had gotten from a used car lot for cheap. They would ditch it later just in case as they made their way to a place they had set up. They were using the old abandoned place that Peter and MJ used to go to, no one knew about it plus they were going to have a few things ready before this whole plan got set up. The van pulled into the large open space as they all exit out, now going back into their regular appearances. On the way to this place they had explained everything to Castle. They were going to use him to help them shake things up, with him on their side they could hit more places and now that Castle would be armed with information on the Kingpin’s operations he would be able to hit the man with more surgical strikes. As they got out they could all see that there were new boxes stacked up all over the place. There standing in the middle of them was a woman with long white hair and in matching white clothing. “Well I take it the little breakout was successful then,” Silver Sable smirked as she walked towards them. “You really owe me for this it wasn’t easy smuggling all this into the country you know.” Peter smiled back at the mercenary he had gotten in contact with her for giving Frank enough hardware to go to war on the criminal element in this city. By looking at what she brought she had gotten everything the man might need. Felicia walked up and shoved a briefcase at the other woman. “Here’s the payment then,” Felicia hadn’t gotten to know the other woman but for some reason she wasn’t sure she liked her. Maybe because she didn’t like someone new getting into the mix seeing the look this woman was giving Peter. Yes she knew that because the suits they gave people increased sex drives as they ‘feed’ off the host during it. Yes she accepted that Peter would have more than a few lovers but sometimes a woman did want some things to herself. Maybe she didn’t want to lose her spot as the adult woman that Peter had. Silver Sable gave her a slight look and took the money she was promised but walked up to Peter anyway. It had been some time, too long in her opinion, that she last had a moment with Peter. She smiled at him as she handed a card over to him. “I wanted to talk to you about something, when you’ve settled things here please come and see me when you can.” She walked off to a vehicle she had stashed near the building. Peter watched her go as he looked at the card it was from a hotel that he knew about with her room number and a name to use on it. Well he had a pretty good idea what she had in mind and looking at the girls he could see Felicia didn’t like it but Gwen and MJ just shrugged. They knew the score at any rate as they silently told him to go. “So...Frank you think you’re okay here?” Peter turned to see Castle already opening a few of the boxes and pulling out weapons. “Looks like I got everything I need to get started,” The Punisher said as he started to take apart the weapons to give them a good look over just to be sure. -Later, The Apartment- “Oh got those things hurt,” Gwen said out loud as she was face down on the bed. She was totally naked as MJ was sitting on top of her rubbing her back also just as naked. Sometimes they were actually more used to not having clothing on lately, either the fact that their symbiotes could give them any clothing they wanted or just the fact that they spent so much time in sexual acts. MJ was helping to ease out aches in Gwen’s back since there were a few small bruises on her back from a few bullet hits. “Hey at least with the suits it wasn’t fatal, you would be dead or something from where the bullets hit you,” Mary Jane told the other girl as she rubbed her hands onto her back. “Yeah that’s true,” Gwen sighed. “So Peter is off fucking the merc and Eddie had to get back for classes and Felicia is...what’s she doing again?” “I think she said about setting some things up,” MJ had an idea that the thief was most likely using the money they kept stealing from the Kingpin’s operations they kept shutting down for the future. Peter had a plan and Felicia being the only adult they could turn to was the only one that would be able to set it up. “So just us huh...” “You okay?” MJ asked sensing something off with her friend. “I don’t know it’s just, everything we’ve been through it feels like our old lives were just another life time ago.” Gwen told her seriously. “I remember living with Peter which was great it was like being part of a family again in that home. I needed that after my dad...I mean you, me and Peter just hanging out being ‘normal’ teenagers it was all just so much fun. I miss those days and a part of me wants them back.” “I miss it too,” MJ honestly said. “It does seem like a dream and then...” “Then life just shit all over us again,” Gwen said with a bit of bitterness to it. “I mean seriously what the fuck? My mom splits so long ago I don’t even remember him, my dad dies, May got killed...then there’s Peter losing his parents, then his uncle and then May. You and your asshole of a dad and then what happened to your mom. Then...well you know.” MJ stopped her hands as she felt the pain in her heart thinking about her mother and the horror of what they had been through. They just wanted this nightmare to be over with and start living again. She wanted to openly morn her mother and try and rebuild her life. Suddenly Gwen under her shifted so that she was now on her back looking up at MJ. Wordlessly she pulled MJ down to her to capture her lips with her own. MJ was used to kissing another girl by this point as the two of them started off slow. Slowly they ran their hands over their young bodies, caressing each other lightly. MJ started to form her symbiote around her crotch area but Gwen pushed her up a little to look at the red head. “No suits for this,” Gwen told her she wanted to feel this completely naturally this time. “Okay,” She nodded her head calling back her suit as they shared another kiss as soon MJ worked her way to Gwen’s neck. She reached down to gently caress and knead one of Gwen’s tits as Gwen’s hands were either trailing the red head’s spine and ass. MJ got up and smirked, “I wanted to try something sit up a little.” Gwen smiled as she did just that as MJ scissored their legs so that now they had their hot pussies touching each other. She started to grind against her blonde friend, Gwen got the idea as she started to grind her vagina as well. Both of them started to moan out as they were feeling their folds rubbing up against each other. Both girls started to grind against each other harder and faster trying to get as much pleasure out of it, soon both of them were getting very wet now as the musky smell of them getting turned on was starting to fill up the bedroom. “Fuck where did you learn this?” Gwen asked her friend. “Internet where else,” MJ told her. “God I got so horny watching videos on new things to try out I had to masturbate several times before Peter came over to fuck me before bed when I had the house to myself one night.” Gwen laughed as she could see it, “Damn this is nice but I need something more.” “Get on your back them.” MJ told her as the blonde did just that, soon MJ got on top of her but with her face looking down at Gwen’s pussy as she lowered herself down. Both girls got into the 69 position as each was facing each other’s pussy. MJ started by slowly licking her slit as Gwen used her fingers to pry open MJ’s and ran her tongue on the exposed pink flesh. Both girls started to moan into each other’s snatch as they went to work with their own unique talents. Ever since they had joined Peter as his lovers they had learned a few things. How to fuck, suck a dick, how a male’s body was but they had also opened themselves up to other sexual things. They knew the pleasure and sensation of another woman’s flesh, the soft hands of another female, soft lips on their nipples or slim fingers digging into their vaginas. They had learned a lot about each other’s bodies as well. The girls worked each other up into a near sexual frenzy as they started to begin to eat each other with more and more passion. MJ eventually dug her tongue deep into Gwen as the blonde started sucking on MJ’s clit and used a finger to insert it into her friend’s sex. The two eventually ate each other to a mutual orgasms as both cried out into each other’s pussies, each one tasting each other in their mouths. MJ got off her friend as she turned around to cuddle the blonde who welcomed the feeling of her warm body pressed against hers. For a moment they just rested like that enjoying the moment between them. “Did I ever say I was sorry for what Peter and I did to you?” Gwen asked MJ suddenly. “Huh?” “You know...how we pulled you into this when we...well...” Gwen still felt bad about what they had done that day and she knew Peter still did. It was why he tried so hard to never force himself on another person again. Okay sure he wasn’t above something like spiking a drink like with Black Cat to get them into the mood but outright forcing a woman he tried to avoid. It took a moment for MJ to figure out what she was talking about. “Oh right...you know I know now that the chemicals that the suits makes in our bodies is why I’m not pissed, hell without it I might have actually turned you both in despite everything.” Gwen nodded. “I know when Peter took me at first I hated it and was going to make sure he paid for it but when I actually orgasmed...well something inside started to slowly change. But still I wanted to say that I’m sorry for it.” “It’s okay, wow it seems like another life time ago doesn’t it?” Gwen nodded her head it had seemed like a life time ago. “You know I never expected any of this to happen, especially being naked in bed with you after having sex.” MJ smirked, “Weren’t you the one that joked about not sure about liking guys?” Gwen remembered that, “Yeah, truth was I wasn’t sure although I did know that I liked boys. Guess this whole affair woke up my inner bisexuality.” “Tell me about it,” MJ laughed slightly. “I never even though about you sexually before or any other woman, of course I still prefer men, especially Peter.” Gwen nodded her head. “Yeah but well...I just wanted to say something.” Gwen pulled MJ’s face to her own and gave her a loving kiss which surprised Mary Jane. “I love you like I love Peter. You’re my best friend and you’re more than that, more than a sister, more than a lover. I don’t think there is a word to describe what we have but I just wanted to say that.” “Gwen I...” MJ was surprised by this. “I don’t know what to say I mean you mean a lot to me too.” Gwen smiled as she hugged her close. “Thanks...so...one more round?” MJ laughed as the two of them began again. -Silver Sable’s Hotel- Peter arrived through the lobby, he knew it was risky but he had formed his suit for a long sleeve hoodie pulled up to help hide his face. He did get an odd look but given that he didn’t know her room number or where it was he had to get there normally. He gave a fake name that was on the card that he guessed he was suppose to use since he was let up the elevator and was given a key card to get into her room. Opening the door he saw that she had gotten one of the larger and obvious more expensive rooms. He grinned wondering if this was a perk from running a mercenary company or from the money they used so that Sable could get the weapons for The Punisher. He walked into the large open room but she didn’t seem to be around. “Sable?” He called out. “Come in here.” He walked into the room where her voice came from and wasn’t surprised to see it was the bedroom however he was surprised by her outfit. He had did some last minute set ups with the Punisher and Black Cat on which targets he could start to get to work on so it had taken him some time to get here. Apparently she had put that time to good use. She had cleaned up and now was wearing a long white silk looking robe with some sexy lingerie that matched. White with frills on it, it was a one piece with stockings and a garter belt to it. He could feel himself getting hard already just looking at this sexy adult female dressed like that. “Wow...that’s uh...some outfit.” Peter made a mental note to remember to ask Felicia to get some for herself and the girls. Sable smiled as she walked towards him swaying her hips, she was so eager to feel him again but she was disciplined enough to control her impulses for the time being. She ran her hands over his shoulders as he could smell the perfume she had put on. “Well I don’t get to visit this city enough so I wanted to make it special. Although just how long do you think you all will have to keep hidden?” She asked as she led him to the bed as they sat down. “We’re trying to find him by taking away all his businesses but it’s not working as well as we thought.” Peter admitted. “Maybe you should try and lure him out with something he wants,” she offered. “After all if you can’t get to the target, make the target come to you.” Peter paused as that was actually a good idea. He wasn’t sure what they could use just yet but his mind was already racing through things. That was cut short as he felt a pair of soft lips kissing his own. He put those ideas on hold as he wrapped his arms around this warrior woman as he deepened the kiss. She ran her hands over his own body, working them under his shirt to feel his youthful frame. One of his hands went to her a covered breast as he felt the soft flesh under the silk material. She moaned into his mouth as he gripped the back of her head. His mind was swimming with lust as he wanted to ravish this beautiful woman. She took one of his hands and placed it between her legs as he felt the warmth of her crotch area. He wasn’t sure but he thought that she was slightly wet already she really must have been wanting this. She pulled away as he could see the lust in her eyes, “Take me, make me yours.” He remembered that she liked to be dominated, Peter had to admit he never would have expected this strong woman to want a man that would just dominate her totally in bed. Maybe that was why she was so tough in person she wanted to make sure she found a man that would do the things to her that she wanted. Taking her shoulders her threw her onto the bed as he had the symbiote remove the clothing as he stood over her. She looked up eager at him standing there already erect, how she wanted to feel that penis back inside of her. Peter fell on her then, ravishing her body, kissing her neck with slight bites as she moaned out. He gripped one of her breasts harder than before as she groaned at the strength of his hand. “More,” she said in a husky tone. “Don’t order me around,” He told her knowing the things she liked to hear in bed by now too. She liked it when he was verbally commanding too apparently. He took the neckline of her outfit and pulled hard ripping the top off her and then started on one of her nipples biting it roughly as he sucked as well. “Oh god yes!” She cried out as she felt a sliver of pleasure from when he had ripped apart her outfit. She didn’t mind if he destroyed it, in fact he hoped he would tear it to shreds. Peter reached for the crotch and tore that apart as well as he then stuck two of his fingers inside of her warm pussy. He could feel the smooth skin as she most likely had waxed herself before coming to the city in preparation for tonight. He could feel the warmth of her inner walls and how they were slightly wet but he knew better, she could get hotter and wetter with a little more work. He started to thrust his fingers in and out of her. “You like that, the feeling of my fingers inside of you?” “Yessss, I like it,” she moaned in reply as he hips started to jerk slightly with the motion of his hand. “You act all touch but you’re really a slut for powerful men aren’t you?” He thrust his hand harder suddenly. “Aren’t you?” “Oh god,” She gasped out knowing that she did have a thing for powerful and dominating men. How odd was it that she found the first one that really could give her want she wanted in a teenager. She wondered how he would be in a few more years when he was a young man. Well she hoped to find out one day. Peter kept fingering her until he felt her nice and wet he roughly flipped her onto her belly as he pulled off the robe and threw it behind them. “Get your ass up.” She did as she was told spreading herself slightly wanting to feel that hard dick once again inside of her. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Peter slapped her ass slightly as she jumped. “I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard,” Sable said urgently as she felt the tip of his penis rubbing against her wet folds. “Please fuck me, I want you to fuck me so badly now.” Peter guided his dick into her folds before gripping her waist and thrust in as far as he could go. She cried out feeling being filled again in one hard thrust. She wasn’t one to ‘make love’ that wasn’t her she loved to be fucked and fucked hard and well. Which was just what Peter was doing as he grunted with each thrust into her body, she pushed her body up to feel her large breasts swaying with each thrust. “Oh yes...oh yes...that’s it fuck my pussy,” She moaned as she thrust back against his hips, there was a slapping sound of her ass hitting against him. Soon her pussy was getting wetter and soon a wet slurping sound was mixed in with the other sounds of sex. “Say how much you love my cock Sable, I want to hear you.” “I love it, oh god help me I love your cock so much,” Sable panted out. “No other man can satisfy me like you can.” “Who owns this pussy?” “You do, it’s all yours, fuck it any time you want to Peter I don’t care if it’s in public.” She had always wanted to be taken in public for the world to see who she chose as her lover and to let everyone know that she was his. That no one else could have her like he could, to show off her lover to the world. “You want that don’t you? You want to world to see you for the slut you are don’t you,” He grabbed her arms now and used them for leverage as she cried out her head swaying back now. He continued to fuck her like this as she cried out or starting talking her dirty talk to him. He kept it up, the girls weren’t really into this kind of thing normally so it was a unique experience with Sable. He closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her pussy wrapped around his dick. She wasn’t as tight as say Gwen, MJ or Kitty were but she wasn’t exactly loose either. He could feel the tip of his dick hitting her cervix over and over again. Sometimes he would pull back nearly all the way and then shove himself back in full force, sometimes he would give short powerful thrusts. He wanted to keep her guessing as they continued to fuck each other like that. Still Peter had his limits and now he was starting to reach it. “Shit...I’m cumming!” Peter felt his orgasm coming on now as he prepared to let himself out inside of her. “Do it! I want to feel you filling me up tonight,” she cried out in sexual joy. Peter groaned as he felt his dick pulse inside of her as his warm cum was sent into her waiting body. She screamed out as her own orgasm hit her body as she threw her head up crying out. Peter took a few breaths as he let her arms go. Sable let her body drop into the mattress a she took several long breaths. That had been intense for her and she just wanted to enjoy the moment a little while longer. Sable shivered a few times as her orgasm slowly started to ease off, Peter pulled out as his cum dripped slightly from her sex. He flopped onto the lard bed next to her catching his breath. “Oh god...” Silver Sable moaned out as she ran her hand over her pussy feeling his cum there as her sex was still very sensitive. “You might make me want to say in this city if this keeps up.” Peter smiled looking up at the ceiling. “Wouldn’t be bad you gave me an idea that might get this whole thing with the Kingpin over with.” “Good, if I can give me a call and I’ll help. That Castle guy might help you out but I am a professional at this kind of thing.” “How much will that run me,” He asked. She grinned as she moved towards him, “That depends on you, let’s work out a deal.” She put his slick cock into her mouth as she started to lick all the left over cum off his dick. Peter moaned feeling her mouth over his sensitive penis. It wouldn’t take long for him to get hard again with that mouth working on her. He got the feeling he was going to have to work out a good deal for the both of them. He noticed a balcony and remembered what she had said. Maybe when he was ready he would take her out there, bend her over the railing and take her outside. His cock suddenly got a bit more harder at that mental image. Next up Chapter 26: Bait  

Chapter 1 - A Christmas Surprise

Content Warnings: Threesome, Cum Play, Teasing. “Hermione has a very nice ass.” Harry nearly sprayed the couch in front of him with butterbeer at the sound of Luna’s spacey voice. He hurriedly pushed his glass against his lips as he spluttered, letting the warm butterbeer safely dribble into it. “What?” he rasped, pulling his eyes away from his best friend. “I like to admire it on occasion. I wish I had an ass like hers,” Luna answered honestly. She leaned against the back of the couch and looked up at him with a radiant smile. “But my ass can’t be that bad if we’re on a date.” “Your, uh, your ass is perfectly fine Luna,” Harry murmured with an awkward smile. His date with Luna was not how he had envisioned the night going but he had to admit her refreshing frankness was both adorable and made the rest of the blowhards in the Slug Club slightly bearable. “But this isn’t a proper date. We’re here as friends.” “That’s alright. Friends can admire each other’s asses, can’t they? I don’t mind and I’m sure Hermione won’t either.” He had no answer to that, especially since he was sure Hermione would ritualistically disembowel him with a cursed dagger if she ever caught him staring at her butt. “I wasn’t admiring her ass, Luna. I’m just trying to figure out how to save her from Cormac.” His mission to extract information from Professor Slughorn had only slightly been derailed by the look of utter disgust on his best friend’s face as her date alternated between eating his boogers and giving her a blow-by-blow analysis of how he’d have performed in every Quidditch game he had ever watched. The plan, in his head, was simple. He’d taken a single swig of Felix Felicis, enough to last him the night. This meant he had enough time (and luck) to somehow get Cormac to leave so that he and Hermione could corner Professor Slughorn and get him to spill the beans. “I was confused when she asked Cormac to the party,” Luna’s musical voice broke the train of his thoughts. “But then Padma told me girls like to date other men to make the one they like jealous. She wants you to notice her, Harry. You should go tell her that her bum looks nice in that dress.” “Yeah- wait. She’s doing this to make Ron jealous, not me.” Harry shook his head. “He’s the idiot prat who won’t notice her.” “Oh, no. You’re the idiotic prat who won’t notice her,” Luna replied. “I’ve seen it. You have two babies with her and one with me. My mother was a very powerful seer, you know?” This time Harry did spit out his drink, smiling apologetically at the passing house elf who looked at the stained couch with a scowl. “Professor Trewlawney told me a cursed shovel will kill me next week. Not sure how I can get two different women pregnant if I’m dead, Luna,” Harry responded with a crooked smile. “You should meet up with her so the two of you can reconcile your visions.” Luna’s face fell but she bounced back just as quickly. “Oh. I hope she’s wrong. But perhaps you should give me some of your seed if she isn’t. I’ll store it in an enchanted vial and I promise to share some of it with Hermione when she wants it.” He’d long since come to realize his friend alternated between wise, adorable, and completely cuckoo. If he was being honest he found it very charming. She was a breath of fresh air in an otherwise shite life. “I’ll… uh… I’ll get right on it,” Harry murmured, knowing it was pointless arguing with Luna. “Let me go save Hermione first.” “Okay!” With another one of her radiant smiles, she pulled away from him and disappeared into the crowd. Harry shook his head fondly and turned his attention back towards Hermione. She was leaning against a pillar, trying to put as much distance between herself and her date’s grabby hands as possible. Harry could have sworn the man was trying to find an excuse to touch Hermione with his stupid booger-stained hands. Feeling a sudden flash of anger he could not explain, he stomped towards the pig-headed Gryffindor and socked him right in the jaw. “Stay away from my girl,” Harry said as loudly as he could, the words tumbling from his mouth before his brain could even register what he was saying. He reached out and wrapped an arm around Hermione's slender waist and pulled her into his side. “Harry what are you doing?” she hissed quietly. She looked down at the groaning man by their feet with a mixture of pity and disgust. “Do you want to spend the rest of the night with him?” “I was seconds away from breaking a glass and stabbing either him or myself with the stem,” Hermione muttered with a shiver. “Then just play along,” Harry murmured. He gently nudged Cormac with his foot. “You don’t touch her again, do you get me?” he glowered, deciding to draw on his nemesis for inspiration. Snape could be pretty intimidating when he wanted to be, after all. “Harry, my dear! What’s happening?” The magic of the potion gently nudged him to change his demeanor as he turned to look at Professor Slughorn. “Hermione and I had a fight, professor,” Harry said with the widest puppy dog eyes he could muster. “McClaggen thought he could make a move on her. I’m sorry I lost my temper but I love Hermione so much!” He gently squeezed Hermione’s waist. Hermione (who he could proudly say was much brighter than him and didn’t need the aid of any potion) quickly cottoned on and nodded vigorously. Strands of sleek brown hair escaped from her bun and framed her pink face in a way that made her impossibly pretty. “Harry’s been so stressed and busy, professor. We fought and I asked Cormac to the party. It’s not his fault, please don’t punish him.” “You two are dating?” Professor Slughorn asked with a delighted smile. Harry exchanged a glance with Hermione and both of them nodded together. Harry could see the gears in Slughorn’s head turning. The man was already mapping out their entire future, including the number of children they’d have and what each child would do. “Harry, my boy!” Slughorn said jovially. The portly man reached out and grasped Harry’s shoulders, gently shaking him. “I know the fate of the Wizarding World rests on your shoulders but you must make time for your girlfriend! Especially when she’s as charming and vivacious as our wonderful Miss Granger.” “O-of course, professor,” Harry nodded. “I’m sorry, Mione,” he added and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “I won’t neglect our relationship again.” Harry could have sworn he saw Slughorn do a tiny jump from the corner of his eye. The smile on Slughorn’s face disappeared as he turned to Cormac, who was looking up at Harry with murderous intent. “Let this be a lesson to you, young man. You will have no place in polite society if you stand between true love. I think it’s best if you visited the Hospital Wing and got checked out,” Slughorn said, staring at Cormac until he stood and left. “Now, Harry,” Slughorn continued, his voice growing serious. “I hope you don’t think that was enough for Miss Granger to forgive you! You must kiss your lady properly!” Harry froze. Kissing Hermione’s cheek was one thing but kissing her? He wasn’t sure who’d be more angry if he did, Hermione or Ron. Had he just made things worse? Fortunately, Hermione decided to take matters into her own hands before he could overthink and dig himself further into the hole he had made for himself. A dainty hand reached out to cup his cheek. She gently turned his head until he was looking at her and then leaned up on her tiptoes to press her lips against his for a soft kiss. “I forgive you,” she whispered as she pulled away. The room erupted in cheers, led by none other than Professor Slughorn himself but Harry didn’t hear the applause or the teasing. Every sound around him was muted and the world around them faded. Only Hermione remained in focus and he stared at her with big green eyes, his brain unable to comprehend what had just happened. A strange calm washed over him as the shock wore off. It was almost as if a piece of himself he had been missing his entire life had been found and the beautiful girl standing in front of him was holding it. “That’s better.” Slughorn slapped Harry’s back, breaking the spell. “We must have dinner together! I won’t take no for an answer.” “Just the three of us?” Hermione asked shrewdly. “Of course!” “We’d be delighted, professor,” Harry murmured with a grin. He now had the perfect time and place to pump his professor for the information he needed. Hermione always had a way of solving every bloody problem in his life. “Good man. Now, there are a few people I want you to meet today…” Slughorn trailed off and scanned the room. Harry and Hermione exchanged glances again, coming to a silent agreement. Neither had any interest in being paraded around like a show pony. “Uh, professor. We were thinking about leaving the party early. It’s Christmas Eve and I’d love some time alone with Hermione.” “Please, professor?” Hermione added, placing a hand on Harry’s chest. She slipped it under his shirt slowly, making sure Professor Slughorn noticed her gesture. Harry froze as her slender fingers brushed against his chest. A current ran along his spine, shutting down his brain and causing an entirely inappropriate response in another body part. “Yes, yes. Of course. There’s always other parties,” Slughorn muttered with pink cheeks. “Thank you, professor!” Hermione said brightly. She took Harry’s hand and led him towards the exit before the old man could change his mind. “That was brilliant,” she said with a giggle once they were out into the quiet and empty hallway. They walked down the dark corridor and Harry noticed Hermione made no effort to pull her hand free from his. “Cormac was driving me insane. Did you see how much he picked his nose? He tried to wipe his fingers on my dress at one point.” Hermione gagged. “Thank you for saving me. Whatever gave you the idea of pretending to be my boyfriend?” “Uh… Luna. Shit, I forgot to bring her with us!” “I saw her talking to the vampire while we were leaving. I’m pretty sure she’d prefer his company to ours, darling.” “Oh, okay.” Harry blushed at the endearment even though Hermione’s tone made it clear she was teasing him. He could smell the firewhiskey on her breath. Drunk Hermione was a terrible flirt. “Anyways, she pointed out that you brought Cormac to the party to make someone jealous. I thought the easiest way to get rid of him was to pretend to be your jealous boyfriend.” “And the kiss?” Hermione asked softly. “I’m sorry I kissed your cheek without permission. I improvised that bit, I didn’t think Slughorn would catch us.” “I didn’t mean the cheek kiss, Harry.” Hermione paused in front of a broom closet and pulled him through the half-ajar door. “I meant when I kissed you. Tell me you felt something too.” He had felt a lot of things, some of which he hadn’t stopped feeling. One particular feeling was getting to be quite uncomfortable but he steadfastly refused to pay attention to the tightness in his pants. Hermione turned around and faced him. She raised an eyebrow in challenge, waiting for his response. He tried to lie, he tried his damnedest to tell Hermione he felt nothing but his tongue wouldn’t cooperate. He simply stared at her, unable to tear his eyes away from her pink cheeks and perfect blood-red lips. Has she always been this bloody beautiful? “Guess it was too quick,” Hermione murmured. “Let’s try it again.” She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down until their lips connected again. Her slender body pressed against his and brown curls tickled his red cheeks. “Hermione, you’re drunk!” It took her tongue swiping across his lips to pull him back to reality. Harry grabbed her waist and gently pushed her away from him before she did something she’d regret. “I had one and a half glasses of firewhiskey, Harry. I’m buzzed enough to be brave but not so drunk that I don’t know what I’m doing,” Hermione murmured. She stepped closer and Harry had nowhere to go, not if he wanted to stay in the tiny closet. “Did it work? Were you jealous?” “You asked Cormac to the party to make Ron jealous,” Harry said, licking his dry lips. “You never told me Professor Dumbledore taught you Legilimency, Harry.” “He didn’t… what does that have to do with anything?” “Well if you can’t read my mind how do you know why I brought Cormac to the party?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe I don’t want the immature prat who has spent six years insulting me, my body, and my cat. Maybe I want the man who saved me from a troll, a werewolf, and half a dozen homicidal brains. Maybe I want the man who left a party thrown in his honor to take care of me. So, tell me. Were you jealous?” “A little,” Harry whispered, finding himself unable to lie. “Angry?” Harry nodded again. “Why?” “He was trying to touch you.” “You don’t like anyone trying to touch me?” Hermione played with the top button of his shirt. “That’s something you should have told me, Harry. Why didn’t you like Cormac trying to touch me?” “Because you’re-” No, don’t say it! “-mine.” Fuck. “Not Cormac’s?” She popped open a button. “No.” “Not Ron’s?” “He made you cry. He… he’s being an ass.” “That’s not what I asked. Do you think I belong with Ronald Weasley?” “… no,” Harry whispered. “Were you going to kiss me that night before Ron and Lavender rudely interrupted us?” “… yes.” “Am I yours, Harry?” “Yes,” Harry said softly. “Then I hope you plan on kissing me someday. I don’t fancy leading a nun’s life.” Harry cupped her cheeks and leaned in until their lips met again. This time when her tongue swiped against his lips he didn’t hesitate to give her entry. Their tongues dueled playfully as he pushed her back, trapping her between the wooden wall of the closet and his body. “Tell me when to stop,” Harry murmured, pulling away for air. A thin trickle of drool connected their swollen lips and he couldn’t pull his eyes away from Hermione’s playful smile. “What if I don’t want you to? Cormac was the universe’s way of telling me to stop settling and go for the man I truly want. The man I’ve always wanted.” That was all the encouragement he needed to grab the straps of her silver dress and tug them down her bare shoulders. Hermione kept her eyes locked with his as she freed her arms. The backless silver dress fell away from her body effortlessly and bunched up at her waist, leaving her torso bare. “No bra?” Harry asked hoarsely. His cock twitched in his pants and he stared at her chest, unable to tear his eyes away from her pert breasts. They were crowned by perfectly round areolas and tiny brown nubs that were rapidly stiffening in the cold air of the dungeon. He suppressed the urge to kiss every inch of her tanned, flawless skin. “It’s a backless dress, Harry. I wanted to make an impression. I’m good for more than just helping people with their homework.” “I’d say you’re perfect in every way,” Harry breathed. He took a step forward, eliminating the remaining distance between them. Hermione blushed. Harry had always appreciated her for her friendship and intelligence but his lust-filled gaze was making her feel desired in a very different way. They were about to cross a boundary that they would never be able to uncross and she found herself being completely fine with it. Harry grabbed her thighs, his fingers sinking into her soft skin and leaving bruises in their wake. He pulled her legs up and made her wrap them around his waist. She locked her ankles, her red heels dangling dangerously from her feet. The slit in her dress caused the fabric to ride up to her waist and she playfully rubbed her bare legs against his woolen trousers. She applied pressure to his ass, guiding the growing tent in his pants closer to her. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” “Oh. I’m sorry, Hermione do you-” “Not if you plan to keep your pants on, Harry,” Hermione replied with a giggle. “Don’t worry,” Luna said, slipping into the closet and shutting the door behind her. “I’ll undo it.” Harry froze as thin, pale arms wrapped around his waist. Luna’s fingers made quick work of his trousers and pulled both them and his boxers down his legs, letting them pool around his ankles. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his cock sprang free. It brushed against the inside of Hermione’s thigh, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. “Hey, Luna,” Hermione murmured with a lazy smile. “Luna?! What are you doing? No, you can’t… oh, Merlin…” Harry groaned. Luna smiled happily and increased the pressure her hand was applying on his shaft and pumped it a couple of times. “He’s excited.” “I’m excited too, Luna.” “Can’t be here… Hermione I’m… I didn’t call her-” “Why not? She’s adorable,” Hermione murmured. “Hermione, are you suggesting-” “What, only men can fantasize about a threesome?” Hermione challenged. “I told you Hermione and I were having your babies,” Luna said happily. She slowly pumped his cock, coaxing it to full size. “I’m not… Hermione, we are not having a baby!” “No, we are not. I’m already on the potion for non-birth control reasons.” Hermione paused and rolled her eyes at the confused expression on his face. “Do you want to talk about my period cramps or would you rather kiss me?” Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. Especially not when Hermione bit her lower lip and looked at him with big brown eyes, the very picture of innocence just waiting to be corrupted. He captured her lips again, his hands freely exploring her petite curves. She moaned into his mouth and arched her back, pushing her chest against his palms. Luna took advantage of Hermione’s invitation and slowly kissed down Harry’s spine. She got down on her knees and crawled in between their spread legs. Her dainty fingers wrapped around the base of Harry’s shaft and she began to pump his veiny girth, angling his cock to make sure the tiny spurts of precum drenched Hermione’s already damp underwear. Luna pushed Hermione’s panties to one side and guided Harry’s tip to her wet folds, her pale blue eyes happily watching Harry’s face contort with pleasure as his shaft was embraced by Hermione’s tightness. “S-slowly Harry!” Hermione begged. Her vision blurred and pain bloomed in her core as her walls stretched to accommodate Harry’s girth. Harry gritted his teeth and nodded, going against every instinct in his body and slowing to a crawl. His lips clamped on Hermione’s pulse point and he began to suck, eager to transform her pain into pleasure. His diligence was awarded in the form of Luna beginning to pump the part of his shaft that wasn’t buried in Hermione. She tilted her head and wrapped her soft lips around his balls, the vibrations from her happy humming massaging the heavy orbs. “Mione?” Harry whispered when he pushed against her intact curtain. “I’m… I’m okay,” Hermione rasped. “Better than… oh!” Hermione’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned loudly. Underneath them, Luna grinned around Harry’s balls. Her blind fumbling had paid off and she continued to caress Hermione’s clit with her free hand. Harry pulled back slightly and then thrust inside, his lips pressing against Hermione’s and drowning out her shriek as he took her flower. Her walls clamped down on his shaft, making movement all but impossible and he paused, wanting to give Hermione the chance to adjust to his girth. Luna had other plans. She gently grazed the sensitive skin of his ballsack with her teeth and began to suck. She sped up her pumping, timing her strokes perfectly with her massage of Hermione’s clit. She wanted her best friends to tumble over the edge together. Harry was in no shape to last too long, not with Luna’s lips and hands working their magic. Hermione joined the fray as well, burying her face in the crook of his neck and leaving a trail of kisses in her wake as she made her way up to his jaw. “You… you need to wear this dress more often,” Harry rasped, his breathing ragged. “You need to invite Lu… oh, you’re a goddess, Luna!” Hermione pushed Harry away from him and leaned against the wall of the closet, giving him an unobstructed view of herself as she writhed in pleasure. “Luna!” “F-fuck,” Harry swore. His vision darkened and his balls tightened, the coil in the pit of his belly throbbing unbearably. He lost control at the exact moment Hermione screamed and slumped against him, both of them tumbling over the edge together. Hermione trembled violently as the earth-shattering orgasm rocked her body. Harry’s arms tightened around her but he stumbled as well, his legs unsteady. He stayed sheathed inside her, filling her up with rope after rope of warmth and pleasure. His seed in her felt far too good and Hermione moaned loudly. Her body convulsed as another wave of pleasure radiated from her core. They held each other for what felt like eternity, both slowly coming down from their respective highs. “Harry,” Hermione started softly. She turned her head, her warm brown eyes filled with adoration. She whimpered quietly when Harry pulled out of her. She already missed the dull ache and fullness that had accompanied his presence inside her. “Since you’re never going to ask… will you be my boyfriend ?” “Mine too, please,” Luna chimed from between them. She tilted her head and caught the last few drops hanging from Harry’s tip on her tongue. “You’re delightful Luna, of course, he’ll date you,” Hermione said before Harry could speak. “What about me?” “Do we have to snog in the Gryffindor Common Room every night?” Hermione grinned. “I promise not to make you kiss me on a couch surrounded by people.” “No mistletoe either, they have wrackspurts.” “You heard Luna, we won’t be kissing under mistletoe either. You better write these down, your girlfriends are very demanding,” Hermione said with a giggle. “What do I get in return?” Harry asked, resting his forehead against Hermione’s. He snuck in the odd kiss, unable to keep his lips (or his hands) away from her for too long. Hermione smirked and nodded at Luna. Harry followed his gaze and his breath hitched at the sight of the blonde Ravenclaw. Luna was still kneeling between them, her face painted with his cum and Hermione’s arousal. She hummed happily and darted her tongue out every so often to catch the trickles flowing down her face. “Will you wear this dress again?” “Do we get to ‘borrow’ your Quidditch jerseys?” “And a tie.” “Why do you want my tie, Luna?” “How will people know I’m Harry Potter’s girlfriend if I don’t wear your tie?” Luna reached up and kissed his tip, sucking gently until a dollop of cum hanging from it dropped onto her tongue. She swallowed it and sighed happily. “She has a point,” Hermione murmured with raised eyebrows and a huge grin. “Do we have a deal?” “We have a deal.” Harry paused and grinned. “Girlfriend.” I had this cute short rattling around in my head and I thought I'd write our favorite girls getting the happy ending they deserve. If you'd like to read more, My Patreon has more such stories. Higher Tier Patrons also get to request that I write their favorite ships or plots and get to vote on the stories which they want to see written on My Patreon!

Chapter 0 - One Night

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach and I make no profit from this. This is just a one-shot I thought up awhile ago that I just had to get done. One Night In Soul Society things were still a bit chaotic after the sword rebellion, although the ringleader Muramasa was gone the blades that he had ‘freed’ were still able to manifest. Then there were the Swords Fiends, Zanpakuto that had killed their masters and were now running wild. They were lost without their masters and lashed out at anyone. So the Gotei 13 had been hunting down the renegade blades while trying to find a way to return their own back to normal. In the barracks of the 10th division lay one of these swords, Haineko who belonged to the lieutenant of this division, Rangiku Matsumoto. She looked young, almost like a teenager with peach skin, green eyes and short maroon hair. Her body was covered in pink fur that was placed in a very suggestive way that showed off her figure. Her figure was very similar to that of Rangiku in that both were very curvy, slim with a perfect hourglass form and large assets. Normally she was lively and in high spirits, not at the moment however as she looked up at the ceiling. She raised her hand and looked at it, wondering just how much more time she had. She and the others knew that their time was running out. Soon they wouldn’t be able to hold their forms anymore and would have to go back to being their old selves. No longer would they be able to exist in the world, they couldn’t touch or have fun or anything. She was really going to miss this existence, everything was so much more out here. She actually liked being around her master the entire time like this, talking with her other Zanpakuto friends, she would even miss all the fights she had with Tobiume who was really her best friend, even if they didn’t show it at times. They had all gathered together in secret when they had learned that they had a limited time left. They all agreed to make the most of it and to defeat the Sword Fiends as quickly as possible. But there was something else she wanted to do something that had been awakened in her since she met that lost Zanpakuto Narunosuke. She had fallen in love with the young sword but in the end he had lost out to the battle inside and had become a Sword Fiend. She had been forced to kill the first person she had ever loved. She had never known what love was like before coming out of her blade. It had been wonderful and painful and yet she would do it all over again if she could. But her time was short and she doubted she could find that again. But it wasn’t just love she wanted to have again, but something else. She wanted to know what it was like to actually make love, to feel that connection between a man and a woman. She wanted to feel what it felt like and experience it all. This was her only chance and she wanted to know what it felt like before it was too late, before she was forced to go back to being a sword again. The only issue was with who? She sighed thinking about it, she crossed out any of the other zanpakuto spirits, mainly because she wasn’t sure if they wanted to try this. Plus she felt that maybe someone who wasn’t a sword might make a better choice. So that left the shinigami but she wasn’t sure she knew them well enough. A few were either too young like Rangiku’s captain, others too old, the few that were the right age she wasn’t sure about. Plus maybe it might be a bit weird to try and sleep with someone whose spirit she knew. Haineko grumbled as she walked the streets. This was getting too complicated, there had to be a nice boy, good looks, whose she knew but didn’t really know the spirit of their sword so well that it would make things weird between the owners after. “Argh, who the hell fits that!?” She cried out in frustration. She grabbed her hair as an idea came to mind. There was one possibility, although it was very remote, he might not ever want to do it. He seemed a bit ‘shy’ about girls in a way. But he did fit everything and honestly, who would know what they did? It wouldn’t be like anyone in Soul Society would see it and who would know? Thinking on it she thought that it was the best choice plus she might only ever get one shot at this, she was running out of time. Getting to earth wouldn’t be too big a problem, she could always bluff her way through one of the gates or get Senbonzakura to help her with the Kuchiki gate. Either way she had better hurry, she could feel herself starting to fade away. -Karakura Town- Ichigo was walking home from school, it was a quiet day, or at least quiet in the way that no hollows had showed up or sword fiends or anything else suddenly showing up. For today he was walking alone thankful that tomorrow was a day off. He could safe his homework for the morning and relax after it, well relax as much as he could with his insane father around. He was halfway home before he heard someone call his name. Ichigo looked behind him and was stunned to see Haineko, she was in her gigai that he had seen once and it was wearing that school uniform borrowed from Orihime. Hadn’t she returned that thing and what was she doing here? Was there a problem he wasn’t aware of? He looked but Rangiku was nowhere in sight either. “Hey there,” the girl said breathing slightly hard from running she wasn’t used to how restricting these gigais were. “Is something wrong?” Ichigo asked her seriously. “Actually,” she grinned at him, “I was hoping you could help with something, can we talk somewhere a bit more private?”  “Well...okay,” Ichigo had no idea what was going on but let her to a small alleyway that was nearby. It wasn’t too long before his voice was heard coming out of it screaming a single word as the top of his lungs. “WHAT!?” “I said I want to have sex with you,” She said crossing her arms, honestly just what was he having trouble with. Ichigo wasn’t sure how to respond to that at first, “Look I don’t got time for some kind game.” He sighed and turned away. He only took one step before a pair of arms wrapped around him. “Wait, you’re just going to give up on this chance?” She couldn’t believe it was he not attracted at all to her? Ichigo shifted out of her grasp, “I got better things to do other than fool around with some kind of joke.” “It’s not a-argh!” She fell to her knees holding her guts as she felt the sudden drain in energy. Ichigo at first thought she was pulling something on him but then he noticed she really did seem to have something wrong with her. He bent down seeing her face looking slightly strained. “Hey, are you okay?” “No, no I’m not,” She said sadly and he could see tears starting to swell up in her eyes. “I’m running out of time.” “What do you mean by that?” “Just like it sounds,” she explained. “All of us, not just me, are returning to our original forms. Pretty soon we won’t be able to walk around like this anymore, we can’t experience the world anymore.” She balled her fists as she felt a few tears fall, “Why were we given this time? There is so much to the world and we were only given such a small amount of time on it. There is so much I wanted to experience but I’ll ever get the chance...that’s why I asked you. I wanted for just once to experience one of the few things that only a woman can. I want to feel what it’s like to be a woman since when I go back to being a sword I can’t and never will.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, “please you have to understand. This is my one and only chance for this and I just want one last memory that I can take with me.” Ichigo really felt like he was in a spot, she really was honest about this and he hadn’t known that the time for them was running out. He guessed it couldn’t last forever but how what was he supposed to say to her? It was a really odd request and one he wasn’t sure he could do, plus he had never thought about something like sex. “Why me? I mean don’t you usually do that kind of thing with someone you like at least?” He asked blushing a bit as he helped her up. “Well you are pretty cute and you’re a nice guy deep down,” She told him smiling at how cute he looked trying not to blush. “But I don’t have anyone special to me, not anymore at least...” He looked at her confused as she told the story of the sword fiend she had met and how she had learned the painful lessons of love and loss all at once. He couldn’t help but feel for the girl but honestly he wasn’t sure if he was the right person for this. He wasn’t even sure if he could help her with this to be honest. “Isn’t there anyone else you could have gone too?” Ichigo asked her feeling embarrassed talking about this. “I thought about it believe me but you’re the best choice,” She smiled at him. “Please, can you help me with this?” “I don’t know this is really odd things to ask you know.” He told her. “Well if it’s not you I don’t have time to find someone else...I’ll just have to pick someone random and, well...just do it with them...” she looked away looking vulnerable. Ichigo felt like he was really stuck. “I don’t really have any experience with this...kind of thing you know.” She smiled at him, “Neither do I, please, help me with this. This is my only chance, I might have only a day left and I want you to help me.” She placed her hands on his chest and looking up into his face. -Later- Ichigo couldn’t believe he had been talked into this, damn it, if he wasn’t so weak against a girl in near tears this would never had happened. He sighed as he sat on the bed, he couldn’t really go back now but what was he supposed to do? She was showering now in the bathroom as he looked around the room of the love hotel. Was he supposed to strip or wait for her? Hell he knew more about fighting than sex. He ran his hand through his hair, he would just have to play it by ear. Currently they were in a love hotel, a place that Ichigo had never thought that he would ever have to use. Apparently she had found the place easily enough and had also taken some cash from Urahara. That last part he didn’t mind so much, given how much that man charges for his services and all the crap he put others (Ichigo felt he had taken plenty himself) that this was kind of like karma coming back at that man. Still, he couldn’t believe he was here. It’s not like he could take her home, not with his sisters and his insane father in the house. She had no place so they came here. The thing was, he was starting to feel nervous about all of this. He was going to have sex for the first time in his life, he figured the first time would be with someone special. Well he had caved in, although he had to admit she was good looking. He was just hoping that he wasn’t going to screw this up, this was her only chance for this so what if he made it a bad experience for her? He sat on the bed brooding wondering again how he had gotten into this mess. In the shower Haineko was nervous as her hands ran over her nude form. It was a bit odd being nude with no fur or a tail but she wanted to experience this as a real woman, not as her true spirit self.  Her green eyes looked down as the lightly tanned skin. Her large breasts had large dark nipples on them, she saw the small patch of red hair above her pussy, neatly cut into a triangle. It was odd but she liked it, she ran the soap over every inch of her gigai making sure it was nice and clean. She stopped the water and took a calming breath, it was now or never. She felt nervous and excited all at once as she covered herself in a towel. She nervously opened the door and stepped out. Ichigo looked when the door opened and felt himself swallow. The only thing keeping her naked form from him was a small white towel. Not that he hadn’t seen a naked woman before, Yoruichi had seen to that. But this was the first time he was actually going to be doing something with her. She tried to smile as she sat down with him her fist holding the end of her towel. “So...how do we start?” he asked. “I guess we could kiss?” She said to him feeling herself blush. Ichigo slowly leaned towards her as she did the same. Eventually their lips meet, it was light and gentle as they tried to get a feel to how to really kiss someone else. They experimented until they felt that they got the hang of it. Ichigo had never kissed a girl before but he found that her lips were really soft as the kissing slowly got deeper and more intense. He felt something rising up inside of him, a need or a want as he kissed her. Haineko was enjoying this part but she was starting to feel slightly cramped in certain places from how they were sitting. Pulling back she smiled at him. “That was really good, you’re going to be a real heart breaker you know.” “S-shut up I was just trying my best is all,” he said blushing. She giggled and looked at his shirt she ran her hands over it feeling him tense slightly. “Mind if I take this off?” “I...I guess not, I should most likely get out of my clothing huh?” Ichigo said as he went to unbutton his shirt but she stopped him. He looked at her to see her smile and slowly undo the buttons herself. She was eager to see his chest, she could feel that he had a good body. When it was finally exposed she saw that it was much better than she had thought. She pulled his shirt off to reveal his strong muscular frame. She pushed him onto his back as she sat on his waist running her hands over his chest. “Oh you really have a nice body,” she nearly purred. Ichigo could feel her on his hips and mainly pressing against a certain part of his anatomy that was starting to get strained in his pants.  Plus her warm and soft hands running on his chest oddly felt really nice. “It’s okay you can touch me too you know,” She told him smiling figuring out to help him out by taking off her towel. She felt a bit nervous but seeing him suddenly blush a lot made her feel a bit better that he liked her body. She gently grabbed his hands and placed them to her large breasts. “So ahead.” Ichigo felt the soft flesh in his hands, her breasts were soft and yet had a decent firmness to them, he really had nothing to compare it to but they felt great. He fondled her breasts as he experimented with them. Kneading them he couldn’t help but enjoy it, he felt her nipples under his palms as he moved them. She moaned feeling his hands to things to her, she hadn’t known that she had sensitive breasts until this day. “Ow, not that hard please, be more gentle.” She scolded him as he had gripped one of her breasts a bit too hard for her liking. “Oh, sorry,” Ichigo felt a bit embarrassed as she ran his hands over her chest a bit more gentle now. He then took one hand to run down her side to her hip feeling the soft skin. She sighed happily as her hips started to grind against him making him groan slightly. She could feel the hardness under her pussy as she rubbed against it, she felt her body getting warmer and she felt a great need rising inside of her. “How about we take these pants off?” “Y-yeah,” Ichigo agreed as she got off him. He swung his legs over the bed as he quickly got out of his pants, he pulled off his socks and finally he was in his boxers. He figured since she was naked he should do the same. It was the final line he knew, but they had come this far so he might as well go all the way. Pulling off the last part of his clothing he turned around to see her laying on her side grinning at him. “W-what?” He demanded feeling his face flush. “Just enjoying the view,” She told him as she made a ‘come here’ motion. She watched  as she got onto the bed next to her and her eyes looked over his great build and centered on his manhood. It was sticking out hard and she just had to touch it. She reached out with a hand and stopped as she cast him a look. He gulped and nodded his head. She felt her first male penis, the skin was so soft and yet it was so hard under it. It seemed to be close to 6 inches if not maybe slightly longer, it was thick too. She was supposed to have that inside of her? She could feel his heart beat from it as well, it also seemed to be warming up. Ichigo groaned feeling her soft hand gently stroking him it felt really good to his surprise. He ran a hand over her side and he reached down and felt her ass. It was firm as he gripped it gently. He saw her react in a positive manner and continued. He saw her neck and on instinct moved to kiss it. “Oh god that’s nice,” She sighed feeling him kissing her skin. She moaned as she stroked slightly faster as Ichigo slowly started to dominate her more as he started taking control. Ichigo was always one to follow his instincts and although he didn’t know it, he was doing the same only he was using instincts he hadn’t used before. Like with battle he started to get more intense. He trailed kissing down her neck and moved to her massive breasts. He felt her let go of his erection as he used both hands to cup the massive tits. He instantly latched onto one of her nipples into his mouth. “Ahhhh!” She cried out in surprised pleasure, if she felt her breasts were sensitive she just found out that her nipples were even more so. She gripped the back of his head feeling him experiment with them. She felt his teeth lightly on one of them, sucking, licking it, and it was driving her crazy. “That feels so good Ichigo,” she moaned out. “Do the other one too.” He switched breasts half listening to her instructions as he was half caught up in the moment. Any hesitation was gone as he was just a male with a very attractive female with him. Old instincts awakened for the first time as he explored her voluptuous body. One hand that was on her hip slowly went down and he felt for the first time a woman’s vagina. He was surprised by how much warmer it was.  His fingers traced the outline of it as he felt her gasp and squirm almost as if she were trying to get him to reach for it more. He felt them push past the lips and now he could feel the very warm and smooth surface under the flaps. She cried out even more pulling him towards her body urging him on. Ichigo felt around it, he really had no idea what he was doing he was just trying to see what worked and what didn’t. He then found the hole and his two fingers slipped inside of her. “Oh god!” Haineko cried out as she thrust her hips into his hand as best she could. She had never touched herself like this before but for Ichigo to do it. She felt that strange sensation building up even more and more. His fingers teasing her insides, his mouth on her breasts, it was getting to be too much. Ichigo soon sound her insides getting wet now, when he moved his fingers they were making a wet sound from them. “Ichigo! I can’t take it anymore, please put it in me!” She begged him as she rolled onto her back. Ichigo took his fingers out to see the two digits covered in her juices. She spread her legs for him silently inviting him between them. He paused to look at her, she was flushed and yet looked so very sexy. This was it, he knew, the moment of truth. He adjusted himself to place himself before her as he paused. “Shouldn’t we have protection or something?” She only smiled at him, “This is a gigai remember? Plus I won’t be around for much longer so you don’t have to worry about anything. Please, make love to me now, Ichigo.” He nodded as he held his dick gently and placed it at the entrance, he tried a couple of times to find out how to push it in when it finally sunk in. Although she didn’t know it, her fake body had no hymen put into it, so Ichigo went right in. Ichigo felt the pure pleasure of her warm and wet tunnel wrapped around his dick. It went in easily but there was still just enough resistance that he could feel it. She cried out feeling herself stretch out for the first time as his penis push itself deeper into her body. Slowly Ichigo pushed himself all the way in as he leaned forward, resting on his arms as he braced himself above her. “Ohhh, I feel so full,” She moaned out as she felt him reaching up deep inside. “I feel like it’s reaching into my stomach!” “A-are you okay?” Ichigo wasn’t sure if that was normal to feel like that. “I feel great,” She told him wrapping her arms around him and closing her legs slightly. Ichigo took the hint and pulled back slightly and then thrust in. They started up slow and it took a few tries to find a rhythm but eventually they got the hang of it. Ichigo groaned, he never thought that sex could feel this good. His chest pressed against her breasts as he thrust slightly harder now. He felt like his body had a mind of its own as he fucked this woman. She couldn’t believe it felt so good now, she cried out as she felt his member thrusting in and out of her at a fast pace. She tried her best to match him, thrusting her hips against his getting him to reach as deep as he could go. It felt amazing, she moaned out with each thrust wanting more each time. “Oh god keep going, fuck me, fuck me Ichigo!” She cried out in pleasure. “Oh yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop it feels too good!” Her own hips went to match him, thrusting as fast and as hard as she could. It was more amazing then she had ever thought it would feel like. The hard flesh inside of her, pushing and pulling along her inner walls, the way it would slam against her cervix each time making her cry out. She felt like she wanted this moment to last forever but she could feel that building pressure inside of her building and now it felt like it was about to explode. “Ichigo, something’s happening, I feel something building up, I think I’m going to break!” she cried out. Ichigo thrust harder now as he felt himself reaching his climax, he grunted with the effort as a slight bead of sweat was gathering on their bodies by this point. He pressed his body against hers as his hands gripped her shoulders as he fucked her as hard as he could. His face resting by her shoulder, he quickened his pace and then suddenly he slammed into her one last time. He grunted out loudly as he felt his dick throb and pulse as a powerful stream of semen into her body. “Ahhhhh!” Haineko cried out as she came as well, feeling the hot liquid enter her body and his powerful final thrust had pushed her over the edge. She clutched to him tightly as her whole body felt like it was given a shock to her system. Ichigo rested on top of her for a moment before gently pulling out and rolling to his side, both of them took a moment to gather themselves. “Oh wow that was amazing,” she signed as she turned to cuddle up against him running her hand over his chest. “Was it good for you too?” He paused until he had to admit the truth. “Yeah it was good.” She smiled as she got on top of him and kissed him gently. “Good to know, thanks for doing this with me. I’m glad I picked you for this.” She snuggled against his chest running her hand over his body as he ran a hand over her own body. Ichigo had to admit he never really gave much thought about sex but now, things certainly got a bit more clear now why so many thought of it. The feel of her naked body against his, the smooth skin was a new sensation but an oddly welcomed one. He could smell the scent of sex in the room now and he was wondering if he should take a shower before they left. He didn’t want to get home and his insane father finding out in some way. He felt her body rubbing against his and looking at the sexy figure next to him made him want more. Haineko felt better after a small break but she noticed that Ichigo’s manhood was slowly getting hard again. She smirked at that, as she licked her lips, she would love to spend as much time as she could exploring each other’s bodies. There was one thing she was thinking of trying out, she had read about it in her research on the subject of sex so she might as well try it out. She shifted down as Ichigo looked surprised at her, “what are you doing?” “Getting you ready,” She told him grinning as she was at his crotch now. She could smell the musk and see his dick covered in both her own juices and his own cum. She could still feel his inside of her and wanted more. She took the member with two fingers and put it into her mouth. “H-hey!” Ichigo said surprised by this as he started to protest, before she started to run her warm tongue over the head of his cock. It was still a bit sensitive from cumming so it felt great. She moaned around his cock as he felt the vibrations adding to the pleasure. It was a strange taste in her mouth, one she wasn’t used to and was wondering how women did this. Did they really like this taste that much she wondered. Eventually his penis got harder and she felt her jaw getting tired but he wasn’t all the way there yet. She pulled out and thought of what to do and saw her breasts. It was an idea after all. Ichigo felt the warm and wet hole of her mouth leave his dick and he had wanted her to go on but didn’t want to push things. This was for her after all, he looked to see her leaned down and with a hand on each of her breasts started to titty fuck his cock. The soft globes of flesh nearly wrapped around his cock. It wasn’t as good as in her pussy or her mouth but it was still good and he moaned a bit from it. “Ohh, like that huh?” she teased. “You like them big?” “I-I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it before!” “Well just remember you can’t get this done with flat girls,” She told him as she worked his cock to its fully hardness. It stood up for a moment as she released it as it then fell to the side slightly. She decided this time she was going to ride Ichigo. She kneeled over his crotch as she gently took his cock and placed it against her hole. She slowly sank down onto it, sighing in pleasure. “Oh you feel so good inside me again, I want you to fuck me every possible way before we leave here.” She told him as she ground her hips against his. “Urg,” he grunted feeling her around him against felt just as good only now with his cum still inside of her she felt slicker to him. She moved around his cock more easily as she rolled her hips. His own hands caressed her thighs as her hips as she slowly started to ride him now. “Oh yes I think I like this position,” She told him running her hands over his chest she could see his face now as they fucked, it felt more intimate this way. She loved the way his hands roamed over her body as they eventually went to her heavy breasts, rolling them and playing with them. It took some of the weight off her front as she started to ride him a bit harder. “Yes, touch me like that, please play with them. They feel so good in your hands Ichigo.” She moaned. “Tell me you like them, tell me you like my body and love fucking me.” He felt a bit embarrassed to say such things out loud. “Come on, please tell me this, even if you don’t mean it, I just want to hear the words once,” she told him with a bit of a sad face. Again, Ichigo couldn’t stand to see a girl with a face like that. So he gathered up all that he could to get ready. “I...I like your breasts,” he said a bit lamely. “Why?” She teased. “Well...well because...” “Because they’re so big?” “Yes.” “Because they’re so soft?” “That too,” he said as he felt them slightly harder with his hands making her cry out suddenly. “I like your body, it’s very...sexy.” he wasn’t sure if that was right but he tried to go along. Even if he was really embarrassed to say this kind of stuff. “I like fucking you, it feels amazing inside of you. It’s so warm and soft inside of you.” “You feel so hard in me,” she purred. “In fact I feel you getting harder, is this turning you on?” She teased him some more he looked so cute when she did as she fucked the teenager below her. “I feel great, you’re so deep inside of me, you’re so big and thick, I love it!” “I love your cock, it feels so good, I wish I could fuck you forever Ichigo!” She yelled out as she started to ride him harder now. She grunted with the effort as she slammed herself onto his dick as hard as she could. She wanted to really fuck him now, she wanted to feel more of his cum shoot up inside of her, to feel that orgasm again. “Ugh, god damn it!” Ichigo grunted as he held her hips and helped her to move. He thrust up into her as she came down, he could feel the tip of his dick being pushed against something solid at the end of her love tunnel. He panted hard as the two people continued to fuck at a fast and hard pace. He couldn’t take it any longer, he felt it building up in his loins and he was going to finish soon. “Haineko, I’m going to cum!” “Do it! Cum inside me again, I want to feel you filling me up with your cum, Ichigo!” She yelled out. “Oh god...Haineko!” He called out as he came inside of her again. “Ichigo!” She threw her head back as she felt her orgasm as he called out her name. She slammed down feeling his cum enter her one more time and how it filled her insides up. She could feel a bit of it leaking out of her pussy slightly. She collapsed onto him as felt out of breath, both of them covered in sweat by now. She could feel his cum really starting to leak out in this position and after two loads put into her. A part of her wanted to keep it all inside but she was a bit too tired at the moment to move. The two of them didn’t stop there, but they did take some breaks. Next time they tried it with her on her hands and knees as Ichigo was behind her, fucking her doggy style. He loved the sight of her ass as his hips slapped against them. He ran his hands over her smooth back, along her spine. He held her hips when he really started to give it to her hard. She cried his name out over and over again, her large breasts swinging above the bed with each thrust. They explored each other’s bodies, as they wanted to know everything they could find about sex. By the time the room phone rang to tell them their time was up, they had worn each other out. Ichigo was pretty sure he couldn’t get another erection even if he wanted to by this point. Hell the last time he came barely anything came out. So he was pretty sure he was on empty. They gathered their clothing and left the building, she clung to his arm happily as he blushed feeling those breasts pressed against his arm, those breasts that he had done so many things with that is. “Thanks for everything,” she told him standing on her toes to give him a slight kiss on the cheek. “I knew I picked the right man for this.” “Yeah well...you were kind of convincing,” he said slightly embarrassed. She only smiled at him, “Still this might be the last time you see me again so I just wanted to say thanks. And you know you should really not hold yourself back so much, you’re going to make some lucky girl really happy.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he asked blushing while trying to look angry. She only giggled. “It means that you’re pretty good in bed and any girlfriend will be happy if you keep it up.” She walked away from him as Ichigo watched her leave. It was the last time he ever saw the zanpakuto spirit, but still he had watched her leave. The girl that he had had his first time with, it hadn’t been for something like love but he didn’t regret his actions when he got the time to think about it. That night as he was in his bed looking up at the ceiling he felt that that memory was a good one, one that he would treasure. That night he gave a rare smile as he was able to help someone out and in a way maybe she had helped him out. He never really thought about sex but now, well his eyes had been opened to a new world as he wasn’t sure what would come from that. -One Year Later- In a field of Rangiku flowers there stood a small wooden simple home, it was a single room building as it was much like the one her owner had lived in all her life. There laying there lazily was a large pink cat like creature. Haineko was in her natural form again as she watched her master disappear from this inner world. ‘Finally, thought she would never leave,’ she thought to herself. She stretched out as she looked around, it was always sunny in here and she had gotten used to being back in this world. It sometimes seemed that when she and the others had been freed had been nothing but a dream. But she knew better, walking to a small spot in the wall she pushed against it. Rangiku didn’t know about this, as this was something she created just for herself. The wall gave way and she walked through it. As she entered a new room her form changed. This was a room just for herself, it was a place all her own where anything could happen. She walked in naked in her human form, the form she had with her gigai anyways. It was the hotel room that she and Ichigo shared. It had taken time but she had learned to alter this one corner for just herself. Sometimes she came in here and Narunosuke was the one waiting for her, sometimes she had both him and Ichigo here. But most of the time she had Ichigo here, he had been the one after all to show her the pleasures of being a woman. Just as he was here now in bed waiting for her smiling slightly looking at her. She knew it wasn’t the real Ichigo but it was the best she could have, these moments were precious for her as it was a reminder of a very good moment in her life. She grinned as she crawled onto the bed like a cat looking for her prey. “Time to play.” She purred as she crawled over the Ichigo she created and kissed him, feeling his hard body against hers and his hands caressing her back. Oh yes she was very thankful for Ichigo and she would always remember her time with him. She hoped that he was having fun and enjoying life and that if he ever found out about her own fun he wouldn’t mind. She just hoped that he was happy with his life now. THE END  

Chapter 1 - Poor Mr. Dursley

Content Warnings: Seduction, CMNF, Teasing. Sirius Black had many regrets in life, but as he looked at the battered and bruised face of his asleep godson, he was determined to make sure letting Harry down would not be one of them. Following Dumbledore’s advice, he had taken a hands-off approach the entire year when it came to raising Harry. He’d stayed away, and even when he came back following Harry’s forced entry into the Triwizard Tournament, he’d kept his involvement limited to occasional advice. And what had it gotten them? A maniacal Death Eater impersonating a teacher had lived undetected right under Dumbledore’s nose the entire year and entered Harry into a dangerous tournament. Voldemort had returned and nearly killed his godson. It had been sheer luck that Harry lived to tell the tale. Cedric Diggory had not been so lucky. Dumbledore talked fantasy even now, but those like him who lived in the real world knew Harry had no chance of having a normal life. That had been ripped away from him the day Voldemort had murdered his parents. Now the megalomaniac was back, and Dumbledore talked about shutting Harry away for the summer with his beastly relatives while the ‘adults’ handled things. What adults?! Fudge refused to believe them. He highly doubted Dumbledore’s claim of being able to convince Wizengamot of Voldemort’s return. Half the Order was dead and Sirius had no idea if they’d get new recruits. His best friends… gone. One dead, one an outcast, and the last one a cowardly traitor. Red had given her life to protect her son, and he wasn’t about to let that sacrifice be in vain. They were wasting time when they needed to do everything in their power to prepare Harry as much as possible for the fight that lay ahead. The fact that Dumbledore refused to see it… Sirius sighed. He couldn’t do it himself. He was too conspicuous and if Dumbledore wanted to stop him, all he needed to do was tip off the Ministry about his general location. Then he’d be forced to go on the run again, leaving Harry more alone than ever. That wasn’t an option, no. He’d need someone’s help, someone who was trustworthy and over whom Dumbledore held no power. Someone who could not only protect and train Harry but also be a much-needed friend. He didn’t know it yet, but he wouldn’t have to look too far or wait too long to find the perfect person. Tonks leaned against the lamppost directly opposite the house they were supposed to watch, working on the piece of gum in her mouth while she cased the building in front of her. It was identical to all the others in view, a fact which the Auror trainee found to be incredibly drab and dull. The only remarkable thing in sight was the handsome man mowing the lawn right across the street, his biceps straining as he pushed the ancient machine across patch after patch of overgrown grass. When Sirius had told her everything she needed to know about his godson, he had forgotten to mention one very important thing. He was hot. Despite the overlap, their paths had never crossed in Hogwarts. Tonks suddenly cursed the fact that she hadn’t had an opportunity to spend more time in the castle with him. He seemed to be exactly her type. Powerful and kind, yet more than capable of pinning her against a wall and fucking her silly. With nothing better to do, Tonks focused all her attention on Harry Potter’s messy black hair and lean, sculpted body, feeling a strange flutter in her belly as she shamelessly stared at the sweat-drenched shirt clinging to his broad chest. She watched as Harry trimmed the last patch of overgrown grass left in the lawn before dragging the mower to a small wooden shed. He shoved it inside and shut the door before silently slipping through a gap in the hedges to leave before his Uncle could give him another useless chore. Tonks knew he was probably going to the empty playground he liked to spend his afternoons in. She was supposed to shadow his every move, but she had more important business to attend to. The Order’s plan of watching Harry from a distance, letting him be miserable all summer made no sense to her. She much preferred Sirius’ plan. Time to put it into action, she thought, casually strolling across the street. She circled the house until she reached the back door, unlocking it with a simple Alohomora. Tonks slipped inside the spotless bungalow. It was just as bland on the inside as it was outside, and Tonks had to prevent herself from rolling her eyes as she looked around at the bare kitchen. It was well-equipped and well-stocked, that much she could see, but it didn’t look like a family kitchen. Everything was too clean, too spotless, too shiny. Tonks shook her head. She wasn’t there to explore the strange house. She needed to do something, something that was best done before Harry got home. “Wow. Sirius wasn’t exaggerating. You really are a useless lump of flesh.” Tonks wrinkled her nose in disgust at the sight of Vernon Dursley sprawled on an armchair, his eyes fixed on the television in front of him. “Huh?” Vernon jerked out of his stupor. He’d been expecting his wife to return from her weekly tea party (hopefully with some of the delicious chocolate pastries made by her gossipy pastry chef friend). But instead of her stood a pink-haired, leather jacket-donning girl with a truly terrifying smile on her face. As with all things even slightly out of the ordinary, Vernon Dursley’s first instinct was to eject Nymphadora Tonks out of his perfectly respectable house immediately. Ripped jeans? In the Dursley home? He would not abide it! “Out!” He screeched, picking up the remote and brandishing it in her direction like a weapon. “I don’t know who you are but get out now or I'll call the police!” “Go ahead. I need to get some practice in. I’ll turn you into a nice, plump pig before you reach the phone,” Tonks said nonchalantly, twirling her wand between her fingers. Sirius had told her everything she needed to know to deal with the Dursleys. She knew they feared magic just as much as they hated it. “My friend Hagrid taught me a neat trick. Want to see it?” Tonks asked, raising an eyebrow threateningly. Vernon eyed the wand with fearful eyes. “You’re one of them!” he exclaimed hoarsely. “A freak!” “Oh, Vernon.” Her sweet tone was laced with venom. She’d seen the way they had mistreated Harry. Over the course of summer, all three of them would be paying a heavy price for their nastiness. “I'm the freakiest freak of them all.” She squinted in concentration as she made her body change her nose into that of a pig’s snout and then back to a human nose again. When she opened her eyes, she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. Vernon, in his hurry to get away from her, had slipped out of his chair and landed flat on his ass, glaring at her from the floor with impotent rage. He was powerless here, and he knew it. “What do you want?” he asked, whining. He tried to get up, only to give up and retreat behind the armchair for safety when Tonks pointed her wand at him. “Sirius sent me.” Tonks sighed at the blank look on the man’s face. He probably thought the world revolved around him and didn’t bother to learn the names of those not related or useful to him, she mused, her dislike for the man growing with every passing second. “Harry’s godfather,” Tonks explained, rolling her eyes. “Him?” Vernon squeaked, his normally ruddy face as pale as a ghost. “The mass murderer?” he whispered, trying to hide behind the recliner. It was a futile effort and parts of his massive body poked out from either side of the armchair. “Yep. The very same,” Tonks confirmed cheerfully. “And guess what?” “What?” Vernon asked, his voice full of fear. Life’s not so fun when you’re the one being bullied, is it? Tonks thought savagely, keeping her wand pointed at Vernon. “I’m his student.” “Student?!” Vernon screeched, looking like he was seconds away from passing out. “Oh, yes. Us freaks with our freaky ways, we have lots of strange customs. Serial killers have students in our world,” Tonks lied, thoroughly enjoying teaching the disgusting, selfish man a lesson. “I’m his. Do you know what my first assignment is?” “No?” “You.” “Me?!” Vernon tried to get up again, only to hastily sit back down when Tonks made sparks emerge from the end of her wand. “Indeed. You see, he’s concerned you’re not keeping your end of the bargain and treating his godson the way he deserves to be treated. So he’s sent me to keep an eye on you. If you pass-” Tonks shrugged. “If you don’t-” Tonks conjured smoke from her wand, shaping it into a skull. “That’s going to be you, Vernon,” Tonks said gravely. “I’m treating the frea… the boy well!” Vernon protested, sweating profusely. His face was as red as a tomato and despite the fact that the air conditioning was on at full blast, his shirt was completely drenched. “What about your wife and son?” Vernon blinked slowly. “What about them?” “Are they treating Harry well?” “Yes, they are!” Vernon exclaimed, ready to admit to just about anything to get the pink-haired menace out of his house. “Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I stay over on occasion just to make sure.” Tonks tucked her wand into the sleeve of her blouse. Her job was done. She could see that the man was terrified out of his mind. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t actually hex him for all the abuse he had subjected Harry to. It would be too hard to explain, both to the Ministry and to the Order. Their instructions were to watch Harry from a distance, always making sure the Dursleys weren’t aware of their presence. She planned to break that rule by staying with Harry and training him whenever it was her turn to be on watch duty. However, until Sirius had converted more Order members to his viewpoint, the lessons would have to stay a secret. “Stay? Here!?” Vernon croaked. A vein throbbed angrily on his forehead, and the red-faced man looked seconds away from a stroke. “You won’t even notice I’m here,” Tonks reassured the panicked man with a lie. They’d definitely notice her, especially since she planned to teach them all a lesson for the way they had treated Harry. “I’ll stay in Harry’s room.” Tonks paused, then added, “might pop down for dinner occasionally. Just set out an extra plate, I don’t need anything special.” While her voice was friendly, her tone and the anger flashing in her eyes made it clear that refusal was not an option. Not unless he wanted to spend the rest of his natural life as a pig. “I… I’ll have to talk to my wife.” “I’m sure she won’t mind. Will she mind, Vernon?” Tonks asked, pulling out her wand again. Vernon shook his head from his position behind the recliner. “I’m glad we have an understanding,” Tonks said, giving him a cheerful smile that wasn’t reciprocated. “One last thing. I need the keys to your car.” “Why?” His new car was his pride and joy, and he summoned the last remaining shred of his courage in an effort to keep it safe. “I’m taking Harry shopping. He’s not going to wear his cousin’s hideous hand-me-downs anymore,” Tonks explained, holding out her free hand. She wiggled her fingers, prompting Vernon to hurry up. “Don’t worry, you’ll have the car back by tonight.” Vernon fished the keys of his car out of his pocket and tossed them over to Tonks reluctantly. Tonks caught them and pocketed the keys without a second glance. “Good man. Now, where is Harry’s room?” “Up the stairs. Second door on the left.” “Thanks!” Tonks made her way to the stairs, pausing when she climbed up the first step. She slowly turned to face the dazed man, her relaxed demeanor in complete contrast to the terror visible plainly on his face. “One last thing,” she said, her lips curling into a smirk. “When you call the police, a man named Kingsley will answer and record your complaint. Say hi to him for me, will ya?” After dropping the bombshell that they had infiltrated Muggle police and resistance was truly futile, Tonks waved and continued climbing up the stairs, happily humming her favorite Weird Sisters song. Now that she had scared Vernon Dursley into agreeing to her plan, there remained only one more person she needed to convince. Perhaps the most important of them all… If there was one chore Harry hated over all others, it was shopping for Dudley and his gang. They had use of the spare car but Dudley enjoyed getting his mother to ask Harry to make the three-mile journey to the supermarket and back on foot in the blazing summer afternoon. He preferred anything and everything to it, even the back-breaking work of weeding and mowing the lawn. At least that he could do at his own pace, and it didn’t involve a lengthy interrogation about every penny he’d spent. After explaining to his cousin for the tenth time that the Supermarket had raised the prices of cigarettes and swearing to him he wasn’t being an ungrateful thief, Harry finally dragged his tired and sweaty body up the stairs to his bedroom, desperate for a shower. He slipped into the quiet and dark room, locking the door behind him. Neither his Aunt nor Uncle had yelled for him to give him more work, but he knew the time he had to relax was limited and he planned to make the most of it. He padded over to Hedwig’s cage, quietly refreshing the water in her bowl. She was fast asleep, undoubtedly tired after her last trip to wherever Sirius was hiding now. He wouldn’t tell him in case their letters were intercepted, and since he was the only one still talking to him, Harry didn’t press the issue. Hermione and Ron completely abandoning him hurt. He didn’t expect much, but he had hoped they’d at least answer the letters he sent. No such luck. Pushing his selfish friends out of his mind Harry silently padded over to his bathroom, only to find the door locked when he turned the knob. He strained his ears, his eyes widening at the sound of the faint pattering of water hitting the tiled floor. His Aunt? Uncle? No, they’d rather go unwashed for a week than use anything from his room, even the bathroom. It wasn’t Dudley either. Harry’s hand pushed into the pocket of his jeans and he pulled out his wand, not sure what good it would do him. He’d already performed unauthorized magic twice before, getting off with a warning the first time. He’d only been saved from being expelled the second time around by the personal intervention of the Minister of Magic. He doubted he’d have any such luck this time. Fudge seemed to hate his guts and the Daily Prophet was running weekly hit pieces, calling him everything from a liar to a dangerous lunatic. Magic was not an option. He tossed his wand onto his bed and balled his fists, ready to tackle whoever emerged to the floor should they prove to be a danger. He didn’t have to wait long. The door opened within seconds of him adopting a fighting posture. Steam wafted through the open door, filling his room and fogging up his glasses, making it difficult to see just who was standing in his room. “Hey, Harry,” Tonks said cheerfully, wrapping the towel around her neck. Harry stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes and an open mouth, too shocked (and far too aroused) to follow through on his original plan and tackle them before they attacked him. He had seen her before, he was certain of it. In front of him stood a tall, curvy woman with the perfect hourglass-shaped figure, damp bubblegum-pink hair, and a beautiful heart-shaped face. She was also completely naked, without a stitch of clothing covering her wet body. Harry watched a bead of water roll down her shoulder blade, moving across her firm, melon-sized breasts until her stiff pink nipple captured it, arresting its fall.  His cock twitched and Harry glanced downwards, a heavy blush coating his cheeks when he noticed the massive tent in his jeans. The one day I wear pants that fit me, he thought with a quiet groan, angling his hips away from the unknown woman in an effort to make sure she didn’t notice the effect her nakedness had on his hormonal body. Tonks noticed the slight shift and chuckled. “Nice wand, Potter. Very impressive. Merlin, it’s so big I think that’s a bloody spear” she teased with a smirk, humming happily as she lazily walked to his bed. Harry couldn’t help himself, his eyes traveled to her perfectly-shaped bubble butt, watching it jiggle slightly with every step she took. If Harry had been more observant he’d have noticed the growing slickness coating her thighs. Unfortunately, he was busy trying to get his raging erection to die down and so he missed the fact that he wasn’t the only one in the room who was unreasonably aroused. Tonk took one look at his messy black hair, gorgeous green eyes, and the way his sweat-drenched shirt clung to his firm, broad chest, and the weird flutter she’d felt in her belly while watching him mow the lawn increased tenfold. Tonks bit back a gasp as a trickle of arousal seeped out of her core. He was unreasonably hot, but Tonks reminded herself that she was there to protect and teach him. Not throw him onto the bed and mount that magnificent cock. She’d fuck his brains out some other time, she decided, pushing the towel on the bed between her thighs. Perhaps when Voldemort was six feet under the ground, they’d have a celebratory fuck. “So, who do you impale with it?” she asked, lazily patting herself dry with the towel. Harry blinked. “Uhh… no one,” he mumbled, not particularly sure why he was answering questions about his personal life. He didn’t even know who the hot naked woman in his room was! “W-Who are you?” Harry asked, trying (and failing) not to stare at her perfect ass. The voice that had been whispering to him in the back of his head asked him to reach out, to sink his fingers in the soft flesh of her bum and claim it as his own. He ignored the crazy voice telling him to reach out and spank her ass. “Tonks,” Tonks answered cheerfully, wrapping a towel around her wet hair before securing the other around her waist. Harry released a breath he didn’t know he was holding when her gorgeous derriere was hidden from view. “Tonks?” “Well, my full name is Nymphadora Tonks,” Tonks admitted grudgingly. “But everyone calls me Tonks.” “Hi, Tonks.” It was a strange name to go by, but then, she seemed to be a strange woman. She was completely unbothered by her nakedness and by his reaction to it. If the smirk gracing her lovely face was any indication, she instead seemed to enjoy the fact that she was driving him crazy with lust. “What are you?” He’d meant to ask who she was. And what she was doing in his room. However, watching her pull on ripped, acid-washed jeans that hugged her legs and accentuated her thick ass shut down what little part of his brain that was still functioning normally. “Getting straight to the point, huh? You don’t waste any time Mr. Potter. Most men at least buy me dinner first,” Tonks teased, pulling her Weird Sisters t-shirt over her head. She hadn’t bothered with a bra or panties, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Harry. She was a walking bombshell, and not only did she seem well aware of that fact, but she also seemed to enjoy playing into it. “I’m a metamorphmagus.” Harry watched with growing amazement as her bright pink hair turned a very particular shade of blonde. Fuck. How does she know? “Sirius gets real chatty after a couple of drinks. He told me about your complicated situation with Miss Greengrass,” Tonks said, almost as if she’d read his mind. Her hair changed back to pink but the smirk on her face remained. “You know my godfather?” “My mother’s his cousin. She was Andromeda Black before marriage,” Tonks explained, flopping down on his bed with a tired sigh. “He sent me here.” “Why?” Harry sat down on the chair in front of his desk, relaxing now that he knew Tonks wasn’t a threat. The only person he’d told about Daphne was Sirius and if Tonks knew about her… Sirius really had sent the flirty witch, but Harry had no idea why. “To make sure you’re safe-” “I’m not a child,” Harry scowled, cutting her off. Why did everyone around him insist on treating him like a helpless kid? He didn’t need a babysitter! “You didn’t let me finish,” Tonks said calmly, looking around the room. So sterile. It was devoid of personality, just like the rest of the house. Although in this case, she was certain it was because the Dursleys had forbidden Harry from decorating it the way he wanted to. “I’m also here to train you.” “Train me?” “I’m an Auror trainee myself. I’m actually just one month away from finishing my probation. Sirius thought it would be useful if I were to teach you the skills I picked up in the last two years of my training.” “You’re an Auror?!” Harry asked, his excitement growing. He knew all about them. Wizards and Witches whose entire job was to defeat and capture people like Voldemort and his followers. “If I survive this month… yes,” Tonks replied with a proud nod. “Anyways, long story short, Dumbledore wants us to babysit you while the Order deals with You-Know-Who. On the other hand, Sirius wants you to learn, train, and grow stronger. I agree with Sirius, which is why I’m here instead of out there, standing under that stupid lamppost getting baked under the infernal sun.” “Oh.” “All Order members have been assigned shifts. We’re supposed to watch you and make sure you’re safe, and that you don’t go anywhere you’re not supposed to.” “So I really am imprisoned here,” Harry muttered, his dark mood returning. “If it makes you feel any better, a lot of us think Dumbledore is off his rocker.” “Thanks.” It didn’t, but he appreciated the effort. He wanted to ask what the ‘Order’ she talked about was, but instead found himself going off in an entirely different direction. “Why the shower?” Harry asked, his cheeks turning pink. It had been quite the show she had put on for him, and he could have sworn she had done the entire thing on purpose. “I just told you. I was standing out there for nearly an hour. I was hot and sticky and a shower felt like a good idea. And it was,” Tonks said with a smirk, leaning back against the headboard of Harry’s bed. She didn’t share that the entire stunt had been completely deliberate on her part, an attempt to build up his confidence and boost his morale before they started their formal training. After all, she had reasoned, there was no better way to lift a young man’s spirits than a flirty and very naked cutie in his bedroom. “You look like you could use one yourself.” “Yeah.” Harry tugged on his sticky shirt, peeling it away from his warm skin. “I’m gonna go take one.” “Need any help?” Tonks asked innocently. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she bit her lip and made an obvious show of staring at the bulge in his pants. Harry gulped, his cock rock-hard within seconds. Fucking hell, woman. “Uh… no. I’m fine, thank you,” Harry mumbled, beating a hasty retreat to the bathroom. He quickly stripped off his clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket before stepping into the shower, trying his best not to think about the sexy woman lounging in his bed as he rubbed one out. This will be the last long multi-chapter story I start in a while, at least until I finish some of my older ones! It came to be from the idea that Tonks and Daphne would probably be best friends. 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Chapter 1 - An Unexpected Conversation

Content Warnings: Dry Humping, Breast Play, Teasing. The alcohol had been a mistake. Well, it wasn’t exactly a mistake, but it had certainly been unwise. A drunk group this big would undoubtedly attract attention and with Umbridge breathing down their necks, attention was the last thing members of Dumbledore’s Army needed. But he had been hard-pressed to say no when Fred and George had broken out the chest of Firewhiskey after a particularly hard training session where most of them had tried (and failed) to conjure a corporeal Patronus. They were all frustrated, exhausted, and in serious need of blowing off steam. Harry himself was no better. The constant nightmares, the daily torture at Umbridge’s hands, and the stress of preparing for his inevitable showdown with Voldemort meant that he was constantly on edge and lashing out at everyone around him. A break, Fred and George had pointed out as they passed him a glass full of firewhiskey, would do him good. One drink turned into five and the gathering devolved into an impromptu party. Parvati was on Dean’s lap, moaning quietly as his hand slipped into her blouse. Ron and Seamus were locked in a passionate argument about the Chudley Canons. Harry himself was seated in a corner nursing a glass and enjoying the gentle burn of the liquid making its way down his throat. He ignored Cho’s glare. It wasn’t like he could do anything about her anger or the spectacular failure of their relationship. His friendship with Hermione was non-negotiable but even if they were successful in awkwardly tiptoeing around that issue, her efforts to turn him into a replacement for Cedric had been the last straw. I should never have asked her out on the train. Or snogged her. Or said yes when she pulled me into that classroom- Harry paused and drained his glass. His year was turning out to be full of nothing but regret. He mulled over everything that had gone wrong since that fateful night in the graveyard while the people in the room slowly dispersed back to their Common Rooms. A few, he knew, would end up together in one of the many empty classrooms or broom cupboards of the castle. Hermione (the only one among them with the good sense to stay somewhat sober) was by the door to the Room of Requirement, ushering out DA members in groups of two and three to make sure they didn’t attract undue attention. People gradually filtered out of the room until it was just him, Hermione, and Padma left. Harry stood when Hermione started to make her way towards the quiet Ravenclaw. “It’s okay, I’ve got her. You should break that up and make sure they get back to our dorms safely,” Harry said, waving the glass in his hand in the direction of Ron and Seamus shoving each other in the hallway. “You sure?” Hermione looked at him dubiously. Harry forced himself to stand still and nodded. “I’m just tipsy, Mione. I’ll be fine. Professor McGonagall will murder Ron if she catches him starting a drunken brawl in the hallway. Behavior befitting a Prefect and whatnot.” He tried not to sound bitter. He didn’t even want the position, it was just that he had been conditioned by everyone around him (Hermione included) to believe that he’d be the one to get it. And when he hadn’t, it hurt. “Alright,” Hermione nodded and slipped out the door, shutting it behind her. Harry watched the wood morph into smooth stone before he turned and made his way over to Padma. She was sitting in front of a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, sipping from a half-empty glass of firewhiskey as she gazed at her reflection. “Padma?” He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. She was still startled and she jumped, the panic in her eyes subsiding once she turned and realized who had touched her. “Harry Potter,” she drawled with a drunken smile. She grabbed the hand he had extended and allowed him to pull her to her feet, swaying slightly as she stood. “I think that’s quite enough,” Harry murmured. “This is only my second glass.” Padma held up two fingers and pouted when he took the glass from her hands and placed it on the floor next to his own. “What were you doing?” “Looking at myself.” Padma turned to the mirror with a morose expression. “Trying to figure out what’s wrong with me.” “There’s-” Harry paused, his eyes subconsciously sweeping over the girl’s reflection in the mirror. While Parvati and her both had sleek black hair and flawless brown skin, that was where their similarity ended. Padma was a head shorter than her sister and had big, innocent brown eyes and plump red lips. Her cloak usually obscured her curvy figure but she had taken it off and Harry’s breath hitched as his gaze took in her large chest and wide hips. “Why do you think there’s something wrong with you?” “Because J-Justin was snogging Trudy… Whoops!” Padma squealed as she stumbled and landed right in the arms Harry had instinctively extended to break her fall. “You know, you’d make a great dominant,” Padma mumbled as she poked Harry’s bicep. “You’re a great teacher and you’re so kind and gentle. Bet you’d unlock my core in no time.” “T-thanks?” Harry stammered. He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. Her hands shifted to his chest. He blushed as her fingers slowly traced the outline of his firm muscles over his shirt. “Can I let you in on a little secret?” “Uhm… okay.” He tightened his hold on her to make sure she didn’t lose her balance, blushing as his own hands brushed against her bosom. “I think you’re very cute and I really wanted you to take me to the Yule Ball. I even asked Parvati if she could ask you…” She paused and hiccuped. She was sloshed. It was obvious that she had lost self-control and was revealing things she never would have if she had been sober. “Doesn’t matter,” she said sadly, nuzzling into his chest. “Nobody would want me if they could have my sister.” Her sad voice was slurred and Harry had no idea what she was talking about. The Yule Ball was ancient history. He tried to gently set her down on the floor before she hurt herself but she wrinkled her nose and poked his chest, then his bicep. “Why do you wear such horrible clothes though? You look like a hot scarecrow.” Harry glanced at his oversized gray shirt. “Uh… they belong to my cousin. It’s a long story.” “Your girlfriend should get you better clothes. You have a really nice chest.” Her cheeks were flushed, both from the alcohol and from her sudden brazenness. She had no idea how to flirt, so she innocently decided to praise everything she liked about him. “And such pretty eyes,” she murmured. “You’d be the perfect master for any apprentice witch.” “I don’t know what you’re… Can we circle back to Justin snogging Trudy and why that’s gotten you into a funk?” “Because Fletchley asked her out to Hogsmeade and she said yes because she thought…” The woman behind him paused, almost as if she realized Padma’s secrets were not hers to tell.. “Doesn’t matter. They had an entire date planned for tomorrow until she accidentally overheard him telling Smith that he was going to take her virginity and dump her after he won their bet. She was going to be his third ‘conquest’. Men.” The voice shifted from neutral to disgusted at the last word. “If I had to guess, Smith bet him he couldn’t get Pads in bed with him.” Harry tensed and turned around with Padma still in his arms. His frown deepened when he realized the source of the voice had been Daphne Greengrass, one of only three Slytherins to join their group. She had emerged from the small bathroom the room had provided since their third meeting and was patting her face dry with a handkerchief as she made her way toward them. While his decision to let them join had been met with intense pushback, not even Ron had dared to say anything to the Ice Queen’s face. And in the three months they had been a part of the group, Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise had shown no indication of ulterior motives. Like everyone else, it seemed they were simply there to learn how to defend themselves. “He said all this while he was snogging Smith?” Harry asked, rolling his eyes. “I mean, I knew he was a dick but this is low, even for him.” “Yep.” Daphne walked over to them and looked at Padma critically. “She’s in no condition to make it back to Ravenclaw and I can’t take her back to my dorms.” She gently grabbed Padma’s wrist and led the drunken girl to the mountain of pillows they had used to cushion falls while practicing the Stupefy. “She can just sleep it off here.” Padma giggled. “Harry is perfect,” she whispered in a loud whisper. Daphne rolled her eyes fondly. Her friend had a massive crush on him and if Harry Potter wasn’t as blind as a bat, he’d have noticed all the tiny things Padma did to show it. “Why can’t she go back to Ravenclaw?” Daphne helped her drunk friend settle down on the pillows and covered her with a folded blanket that was present on them for some reason before she turned to Harry and looked at him like he had lost his marbles. “How do you expect any of us to answer a riddle in this state? I’ve tried a few, they’re hard to figure out when you’re sober, Potter. In our state, it’ll be practically impossible.” “I’m not that drunk,” Harry protested. He frowned when he mulled over her words. “Why would we need to answer a riddle?” Daphne looked at Harry incredulously. “Are you telling me you don’t know how Ravenclaws access their Common Room and Dormitories after five years in this castle?” “Uh… I never had any reason to go to Ravenclaw Tower,” Harry muttered. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Your girlfriend is a Ravenclaw. Too busy staring at Chang’s ass to notice the world around you?” Daphne asked as grabbed a pillow and sat down on it. She sighed as she leaned against the mirror and picked up the bottle of firewhiskey. “I’m not… Are you always this sarcastic?” The Daphne in front of him seemed to be completely different than the one he had observed in public. “Only when I’m sufficiently drunk.” “What’re you doing?” “I’m not going to leave Padma alone. You can go if you want to, I’m staying the night.” “No, I meant-” He gestured at the bottle. “What are you doing?” “I don’t have to go anywhere and my father taught me it’s a crime to waste good alcohol.” She took a swig and held out the bottle for him. “I'm pretty sure I’m going to regret asking this but do you want to keep me company?” Harry sighed and sat down. A night away from the usual crap in his life didn’t sound too bad. Maybe I won’t have nightmares if I get drunk and pass out. He swiped the bottle from her hands and sat down on the neon pink pillow she laid out for him. “Why do you care so much about her?” he asked curiously as he took a sip and passed the bottle back to Daphne. As far as he knew the three Slytherins kept their distance from everyone else in the group. Padma often paired up with Daphne while practicing, but he hadn’t realized that was because they knew each other. “She’s a friend,” Daphne answered simply. “I didn’t know you had any friends.” “For your information, I have three if you don’t count my sister.” “Tracey, Blaise, and Padma.” “Yep.” Daphne coughed and placed the bottle between them, allowing them to take turns drinking from it. “Four now.” Daphne looked at him with raised eyebrows. “I consider you a friend.” In a strange way, he did. Every member of DA had become his friend, even the ones who’d probably stab him if he looked at them wrong. “Do you now? You want to run that by your real friends first? Weasley looks at me like I’m covered in maggots.” Harry passed her the bottle and watched her sip from it. “I love him but he takes House rivalry far too seriously. George tells me he keeps staring at you because his pea brain can’t handle being terrified and aroused by you at the same time.” Daphne sprayed the floor in front of them with firewhiskey. She coughed violently, stiffening when Harry pulled her closer. She relaxed as soon as he started rubbing her back and turned her attention to clearing out her burning throat. “That’s it. I’m lopping off my hair, chest, and ass,” Daphne said hoarsely. “Being catcalled by Malfoy daily was already bad enough but I refuse to be Ronald Weasley’s wet dream.” “I doubt your husband would like that very much. Don’t… don’t tell him about this. The last thing I need is more detention with Umbridge.” “Why would you have detention with Umbridge?” Daphne asked as she slowly straightened. She handed him the nearly empty bottle and leaned against the mirror behind them. “Well, I’d have to defend my idiot best friend from an enraged Slytherin. Your husband would probably complain about our fight to Snape. Snape will give me detention and Umbridge has used her powers to make it so that I have to serve every detention I get with her.” “Fuck, she’s an evil bitch.” Harry couldn’t help himself. He laughed. “You know, I like this side of you. Maybe you should get drunk in meetings more often.” Daphne’s cheeks turned pink. She ignored what he said and changed the subject. “Why do you think I have a husband?” “Well, husband-to-be. That’s how it works with Purebloods, isn’t it? Your parents have already picked out someone for you to marry.” “Oh, so you do listen to your girlfriend. My bad for assuming you only pay attention to Cho’s ass,” Daphne teased with a grin. She tilted her head to look at him and Harry’s heart skipped a beat. Her stormy gray eyes were full of amusement and utterly captivating. Her blonde curls were spilling out of the messy bun on top of her head and her cheeks were tinged with pink. Daphne’s plump, red lips curled into a small smile. “Tracey overheard Cho telling Edgecomb that you were an ass man. Between you and me, her ass? Not that great. Granger’s ass though.” Daphne whistled. Harry blushed. “We broke up. I’m not dating her anymore. And Hermione is just a friend.” “Was the break up because of her subpar ass or because she was trying to turn you into Cedric 2.0?” Daphne asked casually. She chuckled at the surprised expression on Harry’s face. “All of us could see it. She told you they were betrothed, didn't she?” “Yep. On our very first date.” Every conversation with Cho had somehow always ended up being about Cedric. By the third date, it had started to feel like he was in a throuple with Cho and Cedric’s ghost. “Their parents had arranged it and they grew up together. I feel bad for her, I really do. But I don’t want to be anyone’s replacement. It was clear she thought of me as Cedric in her head whenever we were together. I wanted to move on and it was obvious that she didn’t.” “Good. You’re far too brilliant to be a dead man’s shadow, Potter.” Harry blushed and cleared his throat. Her compliment had caused an unfamiliar warmth to flare up in his chest and he had no idea what to make of it so he changed the subject again. “What about you? Who are you betrothed to? Please don’t say Malfoy.” “I’ll jump off the Astronomy Tower before I let him touch me.” Daphne sighed. “No one. My parents have a list of suitors ready for me but I convinced them to let me wait until after I give my OWLs. Come summer I’ll pick the least repulsive man from that list. My parents will start negotiations with his family and if they’re successful we’ll get engaged. If, by some miracle, I manage to get through the next two years without murdering him, we'll get married after I give my NEWTs.” “You don’t sound too happy about it.” “Oh no, Potter. I’m thrilled at the prospect of having to marry one of the many assholes who populate my House. Maybe I’ll be lucky and all my choices are old men looking for a young body to warm their bed.” Daphne pulled her hair free from the bun and ran her fingers through her golden locks frustratedly. “I’m so excited to submit my body to such a man, to be a set of holes for him to shove his limp cock into. Every woman dreams of giving up her ambitions and becoming a glorified doll in her husband’s house,” Daphne drawled sarcastically. She gulped down the last of the firewhiskey and hiccuped quietly. “Then don’t do it,” Harry said, utterly confused. If she hated the idea so much why would she ever go through with it? Daphne laughed bitterly. “It’s that simple, huh? You know, when you quit slacking off with Weasley and take up the responsibilities that come with being a Potter you’ll realize nothing in life is that easy.” “You think my life is easy?!” Harry growled, his temper flaring. Daphne shook her head. “I think your life is horrible. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Someone weaker than you would have died or lost their mind a long time ago.” She had heard the rumors of his adventures and had even seen some of them with her own eyes the year before. “But you refuse to recognize your strength or use your power and that makes your life more difficult than it should be,” Daphne said seriously. “Stop hoping Dumbledore will fix everything. He isn’t the Dark Lord’s nemesis. You are. Wasting your time with Weasley while the Dark Lord gathers strength and allies with every passing day is going to get a lot of us killed. I have to marry the right man to make sure I’m not on that list of casualties.” “I don’t-” Daphne’s gray eyes lost their playfulness. “Neither you nor I will have the luxury to marry for love, Harry. If you’re smart you will marry women who will give you the influence you need to get the Ministry behind you in your fight against Voldemort. I have to marry someone who will keep my family safe and side with their interests in Wizengamot. Or at least, won’t stab us in the back.” Harry frowned at her words. She was wrong. She had to be. But he couldn’t shake her warning from his mind. Is she? A quiet voice in her head asked. Every time you faced Voldemort you won because of sheer luck. How long until that luck runs out? He sighed. It was late and he was drunk. If he was going to change his entire life, he decided he’d make that decision when he was sober. “You could do what Cho did. Find someone suitable and likable.” “It’s that simple, is it, Harry?” Daphne snorted in a very unladylike fashion and rolled her eyes. “Do you think it’s easy finding a man I like who is also powerful enough to keep my family safe? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but most influential men and their heirs tend to be utter arseholes.” Harry had no idea what to say so he simply set the empty glass bottle on the floor and spun it. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the room were that of glass clinking against stone and Padma’s quiet, adorable snores. Daphne kept staring at him the whole time. Her mind was racing. Her words had sown the seed of an idea in her brain, something that would help them both. She just needed to test something first. She suddenly lunged forward, grabbed his face, and turned it towards her. “Daphne what’re you doing-” “Something very stupid,” Daphne whispered and then her lips were on him, cutting him off. Harry stayed frozen in place as she kissed him. Disappointed by his reaction, she pulled away from him. Harry groaned, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his lap. He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping at her soft lower lip until she moaned and allowed his tongue to enter. She had no idea what she was doing but she followed his lead, her heart speeding up in her chest as their tongues dueled. Her lungs were burning but his hands were on her cheeks and she couldn’t pull away. Just as she was starting to get light-headed he pulled away from her and stared at her with dark lust-filled eyes. His heated gaze sent a shiver down her spine. Their chests were heaving as they gasped for breath. “This is a mistake,” Daphne whispered but did not move. She liked where she was, in his lap, with his strong arms wrapped around her. “I know.” Harry’s hands shifted again, this time to her chest. His fingers sank into the heavy creamy mounds and Daphne moaned, arching her back to push out her chest into his waiting hands. He gently massaged her breasts and her body reacted to him instinctively. Her hips gently rocked against his crotch, grinding her perilously exposed womanhood against the rapidly growing tent in his pants. Her panties were soaked, small streams of her arousal leaking from around its edges and streaming down her creamy thighs. A few rivulets even reached his trousers, staining the dark fabric. “H-haaaary,” Daphne gasped, experiencing pleasure in a way she had never done before. Harry grunted and moved his hands to her cloak. She raised her hips to let him pull it over her head and toss it to the floor. She knew she was supposed to stop him. They had already gone further than was proper. This was the first time in her life that she had strayed from the path her parents had laid out for her and rebellion felt oh-so-good. His trembling fingers were now unbuttoning her white uniform blouse. He ripped apart a fair few buttons in his hurry to get it off her. Once the last button was undone she rolled her shoulders to push the shirt down her arms and allowed him to pull it free and toss it away. He set her down on the cloak and climbed on top of her, as much a slave to biological instinct as she was. The alcohol had lowered their inhibitions but they were both extremely aware of what they were about to do and neither seemed to be in the mood to stop. “Hand around my throat,” Daphne gasped, trying to keep her wits about her even as her mind was clouded with lust. “What?” “Do it. Please?” Give a man power over you and he’ll show you his true colors. Harry carefully wrapped his hand around her throat. His finger gently caressed the pulse point in her neck and she shivered. She was completely at his mercy but that had been the entire point of her request. “Pearls suit you.” His hand shifted to her necklace and he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Daphne moaned quietly and allowed his tongue to enter the warm embrace of her mouth once more. She pulled him closer as their tongues sparred, eliminating the distance between them. “Pads was right,” Daphne giggled breathlessly when he pulled away. She gazed up at the man looming over her with a shy smile. “You’d make one hell of a dominant.” “I still have no idea what that was about.” Daphne grinned and patted the floor with her right hand until she located Padma’s bag. She pulled it towards them and fumbled with the zip until Harry took pity on her and opened it himself. “Topmost book,” Daphne instructed, settling back on the floor with a happy sigh. Her golden hair flared out around her like a halo. Her heavy breasts quivered with every breath and her alabaster skin stood in stark contrast to the black cloak beneath her. Harry pulled out the heavy, leather-bound book. “Magic and Submission: A Witch’s Guide to Unlocking Her True Potential,” he murmured, scanning the title. “It’s all about witches unlocking their core by binding themselves to a lover. Apparently the binding not only helps a witch reach her true potential, but her strength is linked with the person who binds her to them, exponentially increasing their own power. Padma is fascinated by the concept. Her mother is an expert in soul magic and she hopes to follow in her footsteps.” “Oh.” Harry blushed and resisted the urge to open the book. “Keep it.” She stopped him from pushing the book back inside the bag. “I think you’ll find it interesting and I need to get Padma’s mind off of what happened with Fletchley. This book is a constant reminder of his dickishness.” She took the book from his hands and slid it across the floor towards his bag. “Now,” Daphne whispered, once his attention was back on her. His cock gently twitched and she bit back a groan as the large tent shifted, rubbing the rough wool of his trousers against her already slick thighs. She spread her legs, causing her skirt to ride up and reveal more of her creamy thighs. “We should probably stop. You aren’t courting me. This is wrong. Actually, one could argue it’s pretty disrespectful. You practically ripped my shirt apart.” Harry nodded and tried to roll off her only for her to groan and grab his shoulders to keep him in place. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pushing him deeper between her legs. So deep, in fact, that tip was now directly brushing against her white lacy panties. “Seriously?!” “You said I was disrespecting you!” Harry exclaimed, utterly confused. “Maybe I want to be disrespected,” Daphne whispered. She used her hands on his shoulders to pull herself up close to him. Her lips were inches from his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin. “Aren’t you tired of doing what others tell you to do, Harry? Doesn’t it feel good to be in control? To teach and to lead us? Power is only good if you use it and you have so much power,” she murmured. Her hand slipped under his shirt and gently traced the firm muscles of his chest. “I-” “Learn to wield it. You’ll never win if you don’t. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Power is a tool. What you use it for is up to you.” Her hand slipped under the waistband of his pants and boxers. Her fingers gently wrapped around the base of his thick shaft and she gave it a clumsy pump. Her actions were rewarded with a needy groan. “You have power over me right now. Use it. What do you want, Harry?” Daphne purred. Harry silently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of his pants. He pushed himself away from her and stood. Daphne groaned and flopped onto the cloak. She had been so, so close to helping Harry get over his reluctance to lead. Had she wrecked both their futures by going too fast? “If that’s your choice,” Daphne muttered, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice. “If you can’t command me how do you expect-” “Stand up,” Harry growled, cutting her off. It was then that Daphne finally looked up at him. His bright emerald eyes were darkened with lust. He was slowly unbuttoning his white shirt, letting her feast on his tanned skin and broad chest. His skin was littered with faint white scars and her fingers itched to caress every single one of them. “Yes, sir.” Daphne grinned. She slowly pushed herself to her feet, her heavy breasts swaying gently as gravity caused her chest to strain against the bra holding it in place. Maybe it really is that simple, she thought, waiting for further instructions. I had to find a powerful man I liked and I did. Malfoy Manor: “You have failed me, Lucius.” The voice was cold and emotionless. Behind the secret panel, Narcissa flinched. Only she and the elves knew about the secret servant pathways dotting the manor and she had used one of them to spy on the meeting between the Dark Lord and her husband. What little affection she had for Lucius had withered away a long time ago. She wasn’t too concerned about his fate but his failure would have repressions not just for him, but also for her and their son. The son that was now her only priority in life. The son for which she stayed in this hellhole instead of running off to her sister. Please don’t punish Draco, Narcissa begged in her mind. From her position, she could only see the back of the Dark Lord’s head. Her husband was as pale as a ghost, an ominous sign. She had warned him not to do anything to the Diary. She had begged. Voldemort’s downfall had given them a chance to start anew. If only he had taken Dumbledore’s offer back then! Now it was too late. “Tell me what happened.” “You told me it was a dark artifact of great power when you entrusted it to me. I tried to use it to remove Dumbledore and prepare the way for your return but Potter destroyed it, my lord.” Narcissa rolled her eyes at the blatant lie. He had seen an opportunity to get rid of something he didn’t want and hurt Weasley at the same time and he had taken it. He had done it to stroke his own petty ego, not to serve the master he pretended to love. She frowned at the silence that followed. “Dumbledore has seen it?” Her frown grew. Was it her imagination or did she detect a hint of fear in the Dark Lord’s voice? “Yes, my lord.” Lucius appeared to be as confused as she was. “And Potter destroyed it? In his Second Year at Hogwarts, Potter destroyed this?” There was no mistaking it this time. His low hiss was laced with fear and anger. “Y-yes, my lord.” Narcissa jumped as the chair clattered to the floor with a loud BANG. Voldemort had jumped to his feet, his wand pointed at her husband. “Crucio.” His voice was cold and full of hatred. Voldemort swept out of the room, leaving Lucius Malfoy screaming and writhing on the floor. The story came to be because I wanted to write Harry with a Coven now that I am more experienced as a writer! Aug and Sep were rough because of real life stuff but I have returned to normal uploads on Patreon and will be uploading more here too! My Commissions are also open again so if you want me to write something for you, please get in touch with me! All chapters of this story are published as soon as they're written on my Patreon. Members also get to choose the women who will make up Harry's coven, currently they're voting for the Hufflepuff that should be included! My Patreon!

Chapter 1 - A Necessary Change

Content Warnings: F/F (Hermione/Tonks), Fingering, Teasing. Sirius Black was not a happy man. Cooped up in a house he hated and had tried so hard to escape in his youth, it seemed his only friends these days were bitterness and regrets. From his decision to abandon his cousins and brother when he ran away to his choice of giving up Harry in the pursuit of vengeance, his life was nothing but a series of reckless, impulsive decisions. He often told himself that he had been young and foolish but despite the familiar adage, he was coming to realize that wisdom did not automatically come with age. He had made many mistakes in his short life but allowing the Order to use his ancestral home- “Didn’t think anyone else noticed,” Tonks said, breaking him out of his reverie. She flopped into the armchair beside the one he was lounging in and passed him a glass of firewhiskey. “Drink up.” “That I’m effectively a prisoner again? Yeah, seems to have escaped everyone’s attention,” Sirius said moodily, coughing as he downed the amber liquid in a single gulp. “I meant the oblivious idiots in love in front of us-” Tonks pointed to Harry and Hermione. They were sprawled out on the rug in the half-renovated living room, their noses nearly touching as they worked on their Potions homework. “They’ve barely spent a minute away from each other since Harry got here. Both of them try to find excuses to touch the other-” Tonks smirked at the sight of Harry reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Hermione’s ear, almost as if he’d heard her and wanted to prove her point. “And when they do the other person blushes and tries to pretend like nothing happened.” She gestured at Hermione’s reaction. “It’s very entertaining,” she murmured, sipping her firewhiskey. “The prisoner thing is entirely your fault.” “Dumbledore said-” “Walburga tells me to stop disgracing the Black name every single day. Yesterday she told me to find a shitty Pureblood man and shoot baby after baby out of my vagina as fast as possible to rebuild the Black clan.” Sirius turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “Well, not in those exact words,” Tonks conceded, rolling her eyes. “But the point is, old people say batshit things all the time. Doesn’t mean you have to follow them. This is your house. If you want to go out for a stroll, nobody can stop you.” “What about Dumbledore’s enforcer?” Sirius said darkly, gesturing to Mrs. Weasley rearranging a cabinet in one corner of the room with the glass in his hand. “Again, YOUR house. She’s a guest here.” “You forget that I’m still a presumed mass murderer and the Ministry is still after me.” “I’m one of the people tasked with catching you, remember? I didn’t forget. Do you know what the Ministry doesn’t know? That you’re an animagus. Get Harry to take you out for a walk,” Tonks suggested. “It would do you both some good. You’ll go insane cooped up in this house.” “That’s not a bad idea,” Sirius murmured. “And when you’re someplace secluded, turn back into a human and teach your godson how to flirt. Because this-” Tonks gestured at Harry wrapping an arm around Hermione’s shoulders under the pretense of looking at what she was writing. “This is painful.” “You’re right.” Sirius groaned at Harry’s clumsy attempts to compliment Hermione’s handwriting. “Prongs must be turning in his grave right now.” “To be fair if I was her I’d just grab his face and snog him,” Tonks said dryly as they watched Hermione climb up to her feet. “So it’s not all on him.” “I’ll shower and get ready for dinner,” Hermione said. “We can finish the essay tonight.” “Yeah…” Harry murmured, his gaze never pulling away from the gentle sway of Hermione’s hips as she walked out of the room. “And if you need any more motivation to break out of your self-imposed imprisonment…” Tonks leaned forward, fished out a folded parchment from the pocket of her jeans, and handed it to Sirius. “I put on a disguise and poked around Wizengamot earlier today to suss out what those old farts are thinking ahead of Harry’s trial and see if I could sway a few votes. Malfoy was handing these out to every man in attendance. I think he gave one to Fudge too.” “You can’t be serious!” Sirius said sharply, his gray eyes widening as he studied the contents of the parchment. “Is this real?” “Seems real enough to me. He was praising her the entire time, does that man ever miss an opportunity to make money? He seems like the sort of man who really would sell his own mother for a quick buck. I didn’t even think this sort of thing was allowed.” “Wife sales and wife swaps are both more common than you think,” Sirius murmured, studying Narcissa’s picture. Age hadn’t changed her one bit. She was just as ethereally beautiful as he remembered. “Be thankful your mother has kept you shielded from the worst aspects of Pureblood culture.” “Why is he doing this? My mother never talks about her. I thought it was because she hates her just as much as she hates Bellatrix.” “Andy never talks about her for the same reason I don’t. It’s too painful. Cissa was a bright ray of sunshine in school. All she ever wanted was the love of a man and a family of her own. When her parents arranged her marriage… she was over the moon. Changed everything about herself to please her husband… I guess it wasn’t enough,” Sirius said with a sigh. “It’s today. In Knockturn. I doubt they’d let me or my mother bid and I highly doubt they’d tolerate my father’s presence. Harry could go with you and bid to get her back if that’s what you want,” Tonks pointed out. She deliberately left out the option of her using her abilities and going disguised as a man. “Or I could organize a raid-” “Scrimgeour will not authorize it. This is entirely legal and I doubt Wizengamot has changed the law since I last looked at it. I remember the announcement in the Daily Prophet. They married coemptio cum manu on Abraxas’ insistence. Which means she is legally Malfoy’s. I could ask Dumbledore-” “Do you seriously think that’ll work?” “Well, he certainly seems to believe in second chances,” Sirius said with a scowl. Snape’s near-constant presence in his house was a lingering thorn in his side. “Apparently not when it comes to her.” Tonks pointed to the parchment. “Dumbledore was there in Wizengamot and Malfoy wasn’t exactly trying to hide this. Madame Bones even commented on the unsavory characters that populate Knockturn and asked Dumbledore if there was something they could do to stop it.” “What’d he tell Amelia?” “Short of bidding herself… nothing. He must be suffering from selective hearing loss because Malfoy made it clear to Zabini that he’s not allowing women to bid. Isn’t she one of the good ones?” “Fuck,” Sirius swore under his breath. “She is. Isodora and Cissy were close in school and she probably wanted to save her friend. Thanks, Tonks.” “You’re welcome,” Tonks murmured, sipping on the last of her firewhiskey as she watched Sirius walk up to Harry. They had a short, quiet conversation before Harry got to his feet and followed his godfather out of the room. “Where are they going?” Tonks looked up from her glass at Mrs. Weasley and shrugged. “No clue.” “Nymphadora-” Tonks scowled at the use of her first name, but Mrs. Weasley continued undeterred. “You know what Dumbledore said-” “Look, as much as I like collars and leashes-” Tonks smirked at the scandalized expression on the older woman’s face. “I don’t keep Sirius on one. I’ve been assigned to guard him and Harry this week. I’m here to keep them safe, not imprisoned. They can go where they want and they don’t have to tell anyone. Not Dumbledore, not me, certainly not you.” “But Harry-” “Is his godson. Funnily, Sirius is the only one legally allowed a say in what his godson can and can’t do till Harry’s twenty-one but he seems to be the only one not consulted when decisions are made these days.” If looks could kill, Tonks would have been knocked dead where she sat. “I’ve cared for Harry… my son is his best friend. I have a say in his safety-” Mrs. Weasley started, her face turning red. “That argument is just as logical as my mother deciding Harry’s going to marry me because I have a crush on him and he likes the treacle tarts she makes for him.” Tonks stood up and stretched, completely unfazed by the glare leveled at her. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go take a shower before dinner.” Tonks walked out of the living room and climbed up the rickety staircase, whistling happily. She had grown up hearing tales about Sirius and his friends. It was good to see some of the old spark that Azakaban had tried to snuff out make a return, even if she suspected he had a long way to go before he became the man he once was. Tonks paused in the hallway of the first floor as the sound of the muffled but unmistakable moan wafted through the half-ajar door and reached her ears. “Harry!” Tonks grinned and against her better judgment (or perhaps because of it), she slipped into the room Hermione shared with Ginny and shut the door behind her. She quietly tiptoed towards the bed. The curtains were pulled and all candles bar one had been snuffed out, leaving the room shrouded in darkness. Once her eyes acclimated to the dim yellow light illuminating the room she turned her attention to the short, petite bookworm sprawled on the bed. Hermione had shed the blue denim shorts she had been wearing downstairs and had pulled the baggy gray t-shirt up to her chin, trapping its edge between her teeth to muffle her moans as she toyed with her slick slit. Her legs were spread wide and her fingers pushed into her virgin pussy for a few quick pumps before her wrist cramped and she had to pull away with a disappointed groan. “No bra or knickers Granger? You know, I’d say I approve but you should have just jumped your crush downstairs,” Tonks said, clearing her throat to grab Hermione’s attention. “I mean, if you’re dressed like this you might as well take advantage of the freedom it affords,” she pointed out with a smirk. Hermione paused and turned towards the pink-haired Auror, nearly falling off the bed in surprise. “I-I… I…” she stammered, her cheeks pink. Her fingers pulled out of her pussy and her hand flew down to the blanket at the bottom of the bed, the gleaming digits grabbing and pulling it up to her chin as fast as possible to cover up her body. “Relax. You’re not the first girl to rub one off the destress within these walls. Hell, you aren’t even the first one to do it today,” Tonks teased, her eyes gleaming. Sometimes you led a horse to water… sometimes you whacked her on the head with a metaphorical newspaper until she got the courage to snog her crush. “I do it after every frustrating Order meeting,” she added with a nonchalant shrug. “You do?!” Hermione squeaked. “In the room right behind Walburga’s portrait so she has no choice but to hear me imagine blood traitors, half-bloods, and muggleborns doing all sorts of nasty things to her niece’s daughter.” Tonks grinned. “Why do you think she’s in such a foul mood these days?” “I don’t… I don’t…” Hermione stammered before giving up and flopping back into the mountain of pillows arranged against the headboard with a quiet huff. “Anyways, I didn’t mean to interrupt but the door was ajar and you forgot to set up noise-canceling charms. Never forget to set those up. It could have been Molly instead of me out in the hallway and I think we can all do without her blowing a gasket and giving us a lecture on the importance of purity and chastity,” Tonks said, rolling her eyes. “Since you’re… preoccupied-” Her smirk grew as she stared at the rapidly growing damp spot on the blanket. She pulled out her wand and locked the door before setting up a basic privacy charm. “I set one up for you this time around.” “Thanks…” Hermione mumbled, her cheeks warm. “The pleasure is all yours,” Tonks said with a wink before she turned to leave. “No, it isn’t. I’m a bloody failure!” Tonks turned and looked at the younger witch with raised eyebrows. “You ever realize the importance of something… someone only when you miss them?” “Can’t say that I have.” “I’ve been with Harry… I mean, since the day we met, we’ve barely been apart. Even during summers, we stayed apart for a week or two at most and we exchanged letters almost daily,” Hermione mumbled, scooting over to allow Tonks to sit on the edge of her bed. “This summer was the first time I completely lost touch with him. I couldn’t even write him a letter because of the stupid embargo on communicating with him,” Hermione growled. Her concern for Harry had overridden her love for following rules and respecting authority and she had tried to send him a letter twice a week without fail, only to be caught and reprimanded every time. She didn’t care, not even when Dumbledore had personally asked her to stop and kept trying until the Order finally fetched him from his wretched Uncle’s house. She had always put him first, and she suspected, she always would. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I’ve been-” She gestured helplessly at her blanket-covered crotch. “-all summer.” “Rubbing one out to the thought of Harry raw dogging-” “Yeah.” “…bending you over a desk and fucking you silly…” “Mhm,” Hermione mumbled, her blush deepening. “…pulling you flush against his firm chest, wrapping his hand around your throat and-” “YEAH.” Hermione squealed loudly, certain that she would spontaneously combust as Tonks set fire to her imagination with lewd scenarios. “Sorry.” Tonks cleared her throat awkwardly. “The combination of working long hours and spending all my free time doing stuff for the Order means my social life is as dry as the Sahara. I was unfortunate enough to be on guard duty while he mowed the lawn without a shirt on… sometimes imagination is a girl’s best friend, you know?” “Tell me about it,” Hermione mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Ginny shamelessly flirts with him night and day and here I am, teaching him five functions of a bezoar.” “Why don’t you?” “Why don’t I… what?” “Flirt shamelessly with him. I mean, he’s hot, adorable, and pretty gifted, but I’ve never seen a man as oblivious as him. You could rub your naked tits against his arm and he probably wouldn’t notice,” Tonks muttered, rolling her eyes. “I don’t… I’m trying to. I got a book-” “A book?” Tonks snorted. “Are you seriously planning to practice flirting using a book? What, you don't have dorm mates to gossip with? I shared a dorm with Marianne and Trudy, Marianne and her boyfriend never put up privacy charms when he came over so Trudy could hear them and learn. Gods, Hogwarts has changed since I left.” “Well, Harry was with Parvati last year so I can’t exactly go to her for help, can I? And Lavender’s her best friend. I could try asking Sophia but-” “Stop.” Tonks sighed and cut her off. “I’ll teach you.” “You will?” Hermione asked, perking up. “Yep. The heir to House Black romancing a Muggleborn in her very house. It might just make Walburga mad enough to make her painting explode. Plus it’ll probably piss Molly off which is always something I enjoy doing.” Hermione sighed. She knew Tonks and Mrs. Weasley had never seen eye to eye, but the friction had only gotten worse as Harry’s trial date approached and tempers in the house flared. “She’s just trying to keep everything running, you know?” Hermione offered weakly, having no real desire to defend the Weasley matriarch. “She’s a buzzkill and she acts like this is her house. It’s not. It’s Sirius’ and my mother’s, and one day it’ll be Harry’s. She somehow even managed to convince Sirius to follow Dumbledore’s orders and stay cooped up indoors all summer. I finally managed to get him and Harry to go out for a walk before they both went insane.” “Yeah, sorry…” “Don’t be. I don’t have anything against her but she needs to stop ordering me around like I’m her child,” Tonks huffed, then took a deep breath. “Anyways, we went off on a tangent.” Tonks turned on the bed to face Hermione. “Take off that blanket so I can see what I’m working with.” “What?!” “You’re never going to get with Harry if you try flirting in this state. Keeping that frustration bottled up isn’t helpful.” “I can-” “You told me you’ve been touching yourself thinking of him all summer. How many times have you cum?” Tonks asked bluntly. “Cum?” Hermione whispered, her eyes wide. “Yeah.” “Once,” she mumbled, ducking her head to hide the blush on her cheeks. “And how much did your wrist hurt afterward?” “A lot,” Hermione admitted softly. “But I’ve been following the instructions in the book-” “There are some things you just can’t learn from a book, Hermione,” Tonks said patiently. “Let me teach you. Would you be more comfortable if I turned into Harry?” “N-no,” Hermione said firmly. “I want my first time with Harry to be… with the real Harry.” “That’s understandable, sweetling.” “You don’t mind?” “Honestly, my first proper orgasm was with an older girl. Ravenclaw Chaser called Mattie, gods she was hot. I think she’s a reserve for the Holyhead Harpies now. It’s almost a rite of passage in Hogwarts,” Tonks explained with a chuckle. “You probably don’t know because of how insulated you and Harry are. Anyways, you’re cute, I like women just as much as I like men, and yeah… all of that is to say, no, I don’t mind.” Hermione shyly pulled the blanket away from her, letting the older, more experienced woman study her naked body. “What do I do?” “Lean forward.” Tonks climbed into the space between her body and the pillows when she did. She leaned back against the pillows and straightened her legs before her arm snaked around Hermione’s slender waist and she gently pulled the petite girl onto her lap. The rough denim of her jeans scraped against Hermione’s soft skin, causing the nearly naked girl to shiver in her arms. Tonks grabbed the hem of Hermione’s shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing the gray garment onto the floor and leaving the shy bookworm without a stitch of clothing covering her body. “Relax,” Tonks whispered, her hot breath tickling Hermione’s skin. “Yes ma’am,” Hermione blurted. Her cheeks flushed at the sound of Tonks’ chuckle. Tonks gently grabbed Hermione’s wrists and placed her hands on her thighs before locking their ankles together. Hermione moaned quietly at the gust of cold air that tickled her dripping core when Tonks pulled her legs apart. “One day, Harry’s going to ask you to show him what you like. You can’t do that unless you know what you want. That’s what we’re going to learn now, understood?” “Yes ma’am,” Hermione said breathlessly. The small part of her mind not clouded with lust was telling her that what they were doing was sheer insanity, but she ignored it. She wouldn’t even have considered something like this in normal circumstances, but she was lonely, frustrated, and horny, and in that moment all she could think about was the relief her new teacher could give her. New knowledge was never a bad thing, and there was a lot she didn’t know because of her sheltered upbringing. Things she needed to learn if she was to compete with the likes of Ginny and Parvati. “Your parents are Muggle Tooth Healers, yes?” Hermione nodded. “Use your words, sweetie,” Tonks admonished gently. She reached out with her hand and gently pinched a rapidly stiffening nipple, drawing a surprised gasp from Hermione’s lips. She rolled the rosy peak between her fingers, letting Hermione squirm helplessly in her lap. “Men love it when you’re vocal.” “Y-yes,” Hermione moaned. Tonks had moved her other hand between Hermione’s gleaming thighs, fingers gently caressing the soft skin of her lover’s labia. “This isn’t a cavity to be drilled,” Tonks whispered, a nail scraping against Hermione’s sensitive lips. Hermione moaned and bucked her hips, her body desperate to get Tonks’ fingers inside her. “A lesson most men sadly don’t learn their entire lives. This is a treasure chest. Caress it till it opens, then plunder the booty.” Tonks chuckled at her wordplay. “Be… quick…” Hermione rasped, her throat dry. Rapid fingering was the quickest way to an orgasm. That was what the book told her. “You have the room to yourself, right?” Hermione nodded, biting her lip to stifle her moans. When Tonks gently tugged on her nipple, she remembered her teacher’s instructions and spoke breathlessly. “Yes, Ginny’s spending the week with a friend…” “Then I don’t necessarily have to be quick. Quickies are fun, especially if you’re in a hurry. But sometimes you take your time… savor the cutie squirming in your lap,” Tonks teased, gently pushing her fingers inside Hermione’s virgin pussy. She was unbelievably tight, her walls immediately clamping down around the intruding digits. Tonks kept pushing, stretching her walls slowly but firmly. “A-Ah!” Hermione groaned, instinctively bucking her hips to push the fingers in deeper. Her walls burned with a pleasant ache, unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her own fingers and technique could never compare to what Tonks was doing. “Close your eyes,” Tonks ordered, gently kissing Hermione’s bare shoulder. “Have you paid attention to Harry’s hands?” “Yes,” Hermione mewled, turning red. She had. She had found herself staring at his long, calloused fingers far too often. They were bigger than the ones inside her and in an entirely different league than her own petite digits. “I won’t change my size but…” Tonks’ fingers buzzed as they slowly pumped in and out of Hermione’s aching core. “OH!” Hermione’s eyes flew wide open as the ridges on Tonks’ newly calloused fingers rubbed against the sensitive walls of her pussy. “TONKS!” She shrieked, feeling an unfamiliar coil of tension tightening in the pit of her belly. “Do you think he’ll spend as much time and attention polishing your button as he does with his broomstick?” Tonks asked, her thumb shifting to massage Hermione’s neglected clit. “Y-YES!” Hermione screamed, rocking her hips in time with the fingers thrusting in and out of her. She had never felt such bliss before and now that she had, she never wanted to go back to the days of clumsily touching herself under the sheets for relief that never seemed to come. “No, he won’t. Not unless you tell him. What’ll you tell him, sweetie?” Tonks cooed, her free hand lazily kneading Hermione’s pert breasts. “PLEASE!” “Please, what?” Tonks asked patiently, increasing the pressure on Hermione’s clit. “Please pay attention to my clit,” Hermione sobbed, delirious with pleasure. She shrieked as Tonks grazed a nail across her sensitive nub. “Please!” “And why should Harry do that?” Tonks asked softly. Her own breathing was growing ragged, and she was far more aroused than she thought was possible. I wonder how open they’d be to me joining occasionally, she thought as a trickle of arousal seeped out of her neglected pussy. It had been ages since she’d felt the touch of someone other than her own fingers. “Because I want to CUM!” Hermione screamed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came without warning. Her body shuddered with the force of the orgasm rocking her very core and she collapsed into Tonks’ chest, gasping for breath. “Good girl,” Tonks whispered, watching Hermione’s juices gush out of her pussy and coat her fingers. She gently pulled her hand out from between Hermione’s quivering thighs, holding it up so the girl could see her glistening skin. “You can use the blanket to wipe them clean,” Hermione said shyly, unable to pull her eyes away from the gleaming fingers. They had been inside her moments ago and had introduced her to an entirely new world of sensations and pleasures. “Nah.” Hermione watched with wide eyes as Tonks popped one finger after another in her mouth, slowly licking them clean. She took her time, savoring the tangy taste of Hermione’s cum while the girl enjoyed her post-orgasmic high. “Hmm?” Tonks held out her index finger, the only one she hadn’t licked clean. Hermione blinked in confusion until it dawned on her that Tonks was offering her a taste. Of her own cum! She blushed furiously but leaned into her hand with a determined expression, shyly poking her tongue out and pressing it against Tonks’ skin. She gently lapped up the liquid coating her finger. It was tangy… unexpected… but not entirely unpleasant. “Thank you,” Hermione whispered, allowing Tonks to pull her back into a hug. They cuddled in silence for some time, simply enjoying each other’s presence. “Can I do something… can I do something…” Hermione stuttered, biting her lip as she looked up at Tonks. “You know, in return?” “You don’t have to love, but if you want-” “I want to,” Hermione said firmly, marshaling her courage. They were interrupted by George hammering on the shut door. “Dinner!” he yelled before running up the stairs to fetch his brothers. “Saved by the bell.” Tonks winked. “How about we keep that in reserve for tomorrow’s lesson?” Narcissa Black (it had been ages since she thought of herself as a Malfoy, not that it mattered anymore) was a proud woman. So she stood on the podium with her head held high, dressed in the finest clothes she owned while a room full of men bid on her like she was chattel. She zoned out as she stared at the bright lights focused on her body. She wouldn’t make the mistake of letting her mind register the hungry gazes of the men willing to spend obscene amounts of wealth for her. Paying attention to someone like Greyback and his lecherous smile was the fastest reminder of how far and how fast she had fallen, and she wouldn’t give these bastards the satisfaction of seeing the last daughter of the once Noble House of Black crack. I am a Black, she reminded herself, unable to help the tiny shiver when the short, rotund auctioneer poked her hips and screeched that she was still fertile. There were days when she considered herself the unluckiest among her sisters. Andy had gotten freedom, and Bella had gotten love from an attentive master in return for her blind devotion. And her? She’d never had any freedom, and the man she had devoted the best years of her life to had thrown her out to the dogs to save his own skin. She could only hope Greyback would give her the small mercy of death once he was done playing with her. “A thousand galleons,” the man growled, and she heard his voice tremble with suppressed anticipation. There would be no quick death for her, not unless she found a way to grant herself that salvation. She wondered where he’d found that kind of money. Had Lucius put him up to this? One last humiliation to please his newly resurrected master? “Six thousand galleons.” A clear voice rang out across the room as a hush fell over the crowd. The voice was familiar, but Narcissa refused to shift her attention from the lights to the man who was willing to spend that kind of money to debase her. Nott? Goyle? Crabbe? Both those inbred morons had more money than sense after all. The upper range for her had been pegged at five thousand, and nobody had been expected to spend more than that. “We have a new bidder!” the auctioneer squeaked, his belly jiggling as he bounced on the soles of his feet with excitement. “Would anyone like to go for six thousand five hundred? Anyone?” He poked her hips again. “Supple. Beautiful. Fecund!” he exclaimed, gesturing at her in the most exaggerated fashion he could think of. “No?” The man deflated a little as he tottered over to his podium and picked up the gavel. “Going once. Going twice. SOLD!” He rapped the gavel over the sounds of disappointed groans. “To the young gentleman in the back row.” Narcissa finally shifted her attention away from the lights and down to the haunting green eyes of her new master. Once the formalities were over the stunned woman allowed the nameless auctioneer to lead her off the stage and into a dimly lit room where Harry and his massive black dog were already waiting. “I want to inspect her,” Harry said. When the man didn’t leave, he added, “alone.” The man squinted at the promissory note Harry handed him before retreating to calculate his cut. Harry visibly relaxed once the door was shut and slowly turned to face the curvy blonde standing in front of him. “If you think I’m going to beg for my freedom,” Narcissa said, staring at him with a level of pride only a Black could muster. Her eyes flickered over to the dog for a second. “Or my life. I’m not.” “I just want you to meet someone,” Harry said softly. Narcissa watched with wide eyes as the dog transformed into Sirius. “I… I… But…” She gasped, the events of the day finally overwhelming her. “I didn’t know… I’m sorry… Thought it was you… Lucius never said… Only found out after his resurrection when he came to the Manor with Pettigrew…” Narcissa rambled as she hyperventilated, silently begging for forgiveness from the only man who had ever truly cared about her. “It’s okay,” Sirius whispered. He pulled the sobbing woman into a hug, letting her collapse into his arms. The story is a short 6-9 chapter commission by a reader who wanted to challenge me to write a pairing that is rarely written! If you want to Commission me, drop me a message or check out the commission details in my profile! I have slots open for December! All chapters of this story are published as soon as they're written on my Patreon. You also get a vote in what I write. My Patreon!

Chapter 2 - A Secret Revealed

Chapter Specific Warnings: Bukkake, Facefucking, Teasing. Harry slowly turned around, his eyes widening as he took in the visage of the girl standing behind him, his heart hammering in his chest. “You’re uh… you’re…” Harry paused, his throat suddenly as dry as the Sahara. Daphne had pulled away, standing in front of him without a stitch of clothing covering her body. Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate. She still wore her heels and her cute white stockings topped with pink bows, now wet and translucent. Her courage deserted her the moment she needed it the most and she stood there silently with her hands awkwardly clamped to her body, causing her heavy, tear-drop-shaped breasts to pop out even more. The creamy mounds were topped with large pink areolas, each capped with a stiff rosy peak, the hardened nubs betraying her arousal. “Daphne…” Harry whispered, breathing heavily. His eyes roved from her long, golden tresses, beautiful even when they were completely soaked, to her round pink cheeks, down to her large breasts, taking in the inches of unblemished alabaster skin. He didn’t say anything else. Perhaps he couldn’t say anything else. In desperation, Daphne did the only thing she could think of. She kissed him. She closed the distance between them and shyly pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. She stayed that way, letting Harry choose between pushing her away or taking the lead, fervently praying that he’d choose the latter. Her prayers were answered seconds later when Harry growled and cupped her cheeks, swiping his tongue against her pink lips and begging for entry. She complied without hesitation, moaning softly as their tongues dueled, the man plundering and claiming what he’d been pining after for so long. She pulled away after a minute, gasping for breath and with a huge, giddy smile on her face. Sometimes, she reminded herself, one simply had to get naked and snog the living daylights out of their slightly dense Gryffindor crush. Harry’s hand grasped her shoulders and gently pushed her down to her knees. Now, one didn’t have to be a sex goddess to know that was the universal sign that a man wanted his dick in your mouth and he wanted it there post-haste. So Daphne deftly undid the button of his pants and pulled them down his legs, before hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down as well, letting them both pool around his ankles. She watched as he stepped out of them and kicked them away, leaning against the counter and calmly waiting for her to take the lead. It took her a minute to truly comprehend the size of the semi-erect cock that sprung free. For a few seconds, she simply stared at his throbbing manhood, taking in the veins crisscrossing its length and terminating at his tip, already glistening with the precum coating it. “I… Uhm… I held back for another reason. There’s this problem, you see,” Harry stammered, uncharacteristically shy for once. Daphne tilted her head up to look at her crush, her stormy gray eyes sparkling playfully. “You know, Potter, huge dicks are usually considered a good thing,” she teased with a grin. “Usually?” “Well, even the mightiest of instruments are wasted when unimaginative bores wield them.” Daphne wrapped her hands around his shaft, her slender fingers barely managing to envelop his massive girth. She slowly began to pump, coaxing the cock to grow to its full size. “Are you an unimaginative bore, Potter?” “Why are you calling me Potter?” “What would you prefer I call you?” Daphne asked, biting her lower lip and blinking innocently at him. “Harry? Sir?” She grinned when his cock twitched. “You’re not an unimaginative bore, are you, sir?” She asked, kissing along his length, leaving pink lip prints on his skin in her wake. “Oh no, this frustrated blonde has heard all sorts of stories…” “Daphne…” Harry groaned, gritting his teeth, trying admirably not to give in to the sinful temptation kneeling in front of him. “So, what’s the problem?” Daphne asked, keeping her eyes locked with his as she poked her tongue out, swirling it around his tip to lap up the salty precum flooding out of it. “I was… I was at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes a few days before we were due to leave for our trip…” Harry whispered, grabbing the kitchen countertop, his knuckles white. “I was seeing one of Fleur’s cousins who was in town at the time. That woman was… she was bloody insatiable. I mentioned my problem to George and he… uhm, George said he had a potion for me to try. I drank it,” Harry admitted. Daphne paused in her worship of his cock, looking up at her lover incredulously. “Weasley handed you a potion without telling you what it was and you quaffed it?” “In his defense, he started to tell me what it was after handing it to me, I was just distracted by the miniature firebolts they now have for sale and drank it without listening. Plus, he said it would solve my problem,” Harry replied sheepishly. Daphne groaned and reached out around him, playfully smacking his ass. “Hey!” “That’s for drinking something George Weasley hands you without making sure you know exactly what it is! I swear, I should be the one doing the spanking around here,” Daphne groused, pouting at Harry. “So we can’t fuck because… what? You turn into a pigeon when you cum?” “What? No!” Harry frowned. “He named the potion, ‘The Three Cum Dump’. It’s designed for couples who enjoy uh… longer sessions. Whenever I get an erection it doesn’t go away until I cum three times. And I cum, Daphne. I cum a lot.” Daphne couldn’t help it. She giggled, the giggle turning into full-blown laughter that had her leaning against his legs for support, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Hey! The potion was supposed to last a fortnight but George messed up and it didn’t wear off,” Harry said, sounding aggrieved. “He finally came up with an antidote but it was a bitch to make so I was waiting until we got back to take it. To make sure it didn’t get misplaced or damaged along the way.” Daphne pulled away, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Sir… Harry… that’s not a bad thing. At least, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. You can fuck me three times every night,” she teased, an impish grin on her face. “And you can cum in me, on me, and around me as much as you want,” she added, gently blowing on his sensitive tip. He shivered, his quiet moan turning into a not-so-quiet groan as she wrapped her lips around his cock and slowly started to go down on him, swallowing as much of his length as she could. With that, the dam finally broke. Harry buried his hands in her hair, his nails gently scraping against her scalp as he threaded his fingers through her golden locks. He gently coaxed her to swallow inch after inch, pausing only when his tip hit the back of her throat, the inexperienced girl gagging and drooling around his length. Harry slowly pulled her free, his eyes fixed on the gentle quiver of her heavy breasts as she panted. “How do you want me to take you, love?” Harry asked, gently caressing her pink cheek with his finger. “This isn’t how you fucked your Veela paramour when you were with her, did you, sir? Take me like one of your French girls, Harry,” Daphne whispered, a determined expression on her face. “You sure, princess?” “What, can’t handle a repeat performance, Potter? Don’t tell me you’re chickening out,” Daphne shot back. Harry knew she was goading him, but a part of him couldn’t help but take the bait. “There are far better things you can do with your mouth than talk shit, Greengrass,” Harry growled, pushing her back down on his cock. This time he mercilessly pushed his length down her throat, using his hold on her hair to push her down until her face was buried in his crotch. Daphne closed her eyes, her mind blissfully drifting off to its happy place even as she choked and drooled, her glistening pink lips stretched around the massive girth. Thick trails of saliva leaked out of the corners of her lips and trickled down to her chin, finally splashing against her heaving breasts. Harry began to time the thrusting of his hips in time with the bobbing of her head, pushing in her just as he pulled her head down towards his crotch. Daphne was helpless against the assault, simply grabbing his thighs for support as her lover fucked her face. She was a mess, her skin glistening with drool and the tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mascara, which had held up so admirably in the rain, finally started to wash away with her tears, leaving thick black trails down her cheeks that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin. Harry plunged into her throat, groaning quietly as her moans caused her walls to flutter around his length, clamping down on it in a futile effort to trap it in place. “Look at me, Fi,” Harry ordered, gently caressing her hair even as he kept up his ruthless thrusting. Daphne shivered at the nickname. It was special, unique, and utterly adorable. Her gray eyes slowly traveled up to look at him, drawing strength from the proud expression on his face. She was his princess. She was his Fi. And she’d be damned if she couldn’t learn to be his messy cumslut. Despite her lungs burning for lack of air, she focused on the shaft plunging into her mouth even as her eyes stayed locked with his, unwavering. She tilted her neck as much as she could, giving him a clear view of her ruined face and letting him see exactly what he was doing to his pretty little princess. After weeks in the forests of Germany with no sex and no wanking, Harry was already on a hair trigger. Her innocent expression, which contrasted perfectly with her drool, tear, and mascara-stained face and pink lips glistening with precum and wrapped obscenely around his cock was the final straw for the frustrated man. Harry exploded in her mouth with a loud groan, instinctively pushing her down until her nose was buried in his crotch, shooting ropes of cum down her throat. He pulled her away when she choked, but he was nowhere close to finishing. He leaned against the countertop, his hand grabbing the base of his shaft to guide his tip to her face. Daphne instinctively closed her eyes as the first rope of thick, warm seed splashed against her nose. She grinned, sticking out her tongue and angling her face to ensure his cum ended up in her mouth or on her face. The girl swallowed valiantly, but it was far too much for her, with her mouth filled to the brim and cum leaking out from her parted lips, running down to her chin and splattering against her breasts and thighs. Her face was coated with the sticky white liquid and Harry shifted focus to her hair, drenching it with his cum even as he grabbed her shoulder, pushing her down on the carpet on her back. He circled around the tired girl, letting loose first on her breasts and finally her belly, painting her with his seed like he was Da Vinci and she, his Mona Lisa. Her entire body from head to waist was covered with dollops and ropes of his cum while Daphne lay unmoving, happy to be his muse and enjoying the attention (and cum) he lavished on her.  Spent, Harry collapsed by his feet, breathing heavily. His cock was still rock-hard, throbbing as it recovered from his orgasm. “I’ll uhm… get you a bowl or something to spit in,” Harry murmured, more aroused than he had ever been in his entire life. “Good girls swallow,” Daphne said thickly, savoring the taste of the warm, salty cum in her mouth before slowly swallowing. “Are you a good girl, Daphne Greengrass?” “Only for you,” Daphne whispered. The two lapsed into silence, simply enjoying each other's company. “What’s on your mind?” Daphne asked quietly after a minute, suddenly worried he was regretting sleeping with her. Post-nut clarity was a bitch, or so Tracey said. Did he think they weren’t compatible with each other now that he was no longer consumed by lust? “I’m wondering why I waited so bloody long to get with you. I’ve had a crush on you for months now,” Harry whispered, gently pushing her legs apart. He trailed a finger up her leg, slowly traveling closer and closer to her glistening slit. Daphne laughed, shaking her head at the admission. “I’ve had a crush on you since our bloody fifth year, Potter. You were just too hung up on Cho Chang to notice,” Daphne growled. “And after that… well, I guess it’s my fault for falling for an oblivious Gryffindor who didn’t pick up on romantic signals even when they hit him in the face.” “What’d you mean?” Daphne snorted. “You really think it was an accident that my breasts brushed against your arms and face so many times while you were teaching me how to duel, Harry?” Daphne spread her legs, inviting his fingers (or something bigger) to claim her wet, needy pussy. “I honestly thought you were clumsy.” Harry chuckled, slowly climbing to his feet. “Come on. I’ll get you cleaned up and tucked in bed,” he offered, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. He glanced at his throbbing manhood, reminding himself that her comfort was far more important than his needs, and that he could easily wank a couple of times in the shower before bed, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. Daphne sighed. Oblivious as ever. She raised her arms blindly in his direction, silently asking him to help her up. “Sir?” “Yes, Fi?” “Disrespect me some more.” Ahh, Oblivious Harry is never not fun. You can read all chapters of this story right away on my Patreon! I'm running a Poll to decide what kinks you'd like to read in this story, so remember to vote in it! My Patreon!

Chapter 3 - Three's A Company

Content Warnings: Threesome, Mating Press, Breast Play, Teasing, Cum Play, Creampie. Daphne smirked and turned to face Padma. Things couldn’t have worked out better if she had planned them and that was good because it was the only thing keeping her from panicking. “Hey, puppy,” Daphne whispered, doing her best to act sultry and pretend everything was normal. That she wasn’t naked, cum soaked, and crawling from one of her lovers to the other. Her heart pounded in her chest but she ignored the growing sense of dread and used a combination of muscle memory and Padma’s characteristic scent to guide her to the Ravenclaw. She paused in front of the pillows and sat back on her haunches, groaning quietly as her heels dug into her soft bum. She gently swiped her eyelids with her fingers, cleaning off the cum before she opened her eyes and gazed at Padma through matted eyelashes. Padma had used the time to sit up on the pillows she had been sleeping on. She stared at Daphne’s naked body shamelessly (they had always stopped short of undressing each other in their ‘explorations’), convinced that she was dreaming. “What’s going on?” Padma asked with a breathless giggle. She snuck a look at Harry and her heart skipped a beat when she realized he was pantless, lying on his side, and watching them with a grin on his face. “This isn’t a dream, is it?” “What gave it away?” Daphne asked softly, shifting slightly to give Padma and Harry an unobstructed view of each other. “I mean…” Padma blushed and cleared her throat. “I’ve uh… I’ve had dreams with you two in them before but if this was a dream my head wouldn’t hurt.” “Smart girl,” Daphne said fondly. “This is not a dream. I told you not to drink, puppy. You're a lightweight.” “What’re you doing?!” Padma hissed, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Trying to seduce the man we like into courting both of us,” Daphne whispered back. She chewed her lower lip, trying not to worry about the fact that she had no real plan or idea of what she was doing. “I-is it working?” “Well, puppy, I’m naked and soaked in his surprisingly delicious cum, what do you think?” Padma giggled. “I thought you were coming up with a plan.” “Yeah, well, mistakes were made. I’m a Pureblood heiress raised by traditional parents Pads. The best plan I could come up with involved walking up to him and explaining the benefits of fucking and marrying us,” Daphne hissed. “I have no idea what I’m doing! Do you think my etiquette tutor taught me how to suck cock? But I did it and now have no idea if he liked it or hated it because he’s just sitting back there and hasn’t said a word and maybe I ruined your chance with him,” Daphne rambled, breathing heavily. Padma smiled and brushed past her, crawling over to Harry. Daphne watched her leave with a frown. Was she trying to salvage her own chances for a relationship by cutting her out? That’s not her, she reminded the petty, jealous voice in her head. Padma would never do that. “Hi,” Padma whispered shyly, pausing in front of Harry. Her round cheeks were flushed and she couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips when her eyes flickered down to his crotch and she registered just how big he was. Her sister was prone to exaggerating about everything but there seemed to be one thing she hadn’t exaggerated enough. “Hey, puppy.” Harry shot her a lazy smile. He was completely at peace for the first time in months and more than happy to see where this led. Covens? Power? Binding others to him? It all sounded insane, but then, his entire life was insane. At least this insanity brought him happiness. “Daphne told you everything?” Padma asked, biting her lip nervously. “She showed it to me.” Harry nodded to the pensieve behind them. “You don’t seem surprised. Or scared.” “It’s you and Daphne.” Padma shrugged and shot him a radiant smile. Harry’s breath hitched at the innocent beauty in front of him. Daphne had been right, although it would be many years before he’d admit that to her out loud. He’d taken the wrong sister to the Yule Ball. “You’ll take care of me,” Padma continued. “And this is just a new thing, right? A new experience? I like those. They make life interesting.” “That’s certainly one way of looking at it,” Harry murmured. He sat up and reached out to gently tuck a strand of sleek black hair behind Padma’s ear. “Before we go any further I have to confess something.” Padma played with her hands, as she often did when she was nervous. “Look, Daph and I have fooled around with each other but neither of us really knows what we’re doing. Daphne is too prideful to ever admit that but I’m not. Daphne thinks you’ll never value her if she shows ‘weakness’ but I want you to make her just as happy as I know you’ll make me. Can you just take care of her, please?” Padma glanced back at Daphne. The blonde Slytherin was staring at them, clearly wanting to know what they were talking about but respecting them enough to give them their privacy. “You know, she made me promise I’d take care of you.” “Oh,” Padma whispered, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling. “Duty before self.” “That’s how she was raised,” Padma admitted softly. “We’ll take care of her, even when she pretends she doesn’t need us. And between you and me? I don’t exactly have an idea what I’m doing either.” Harry shot her a crooked grin that caused her heart to skip a beat. “But you’ve dated Parv.” Padma frowned. “And Cho.” “No offense to your sister but being her boyfriend was like being a show dog. And my relationship with Cho was one long funeral. I’m just as clueless about relationships as you or Daphne. We’ll learn together, hmm?” Harry stood, his heavy, half-erect cock swinging pendulously and nearly smacking Padma’s cheek. “Come on.” Harry walked up to Daphne and sat down in front of her. Daphne stayed in place. She was kneeling, her back as straight as a rod and her hands folded in her lap. Despite being covered with his cum she looked proud and confident, completely masking any fear or nervousness she felt. “We didn’t finish our negotiation, Miss Greengrass,” Harry whispered. He took her wrist and gently pulled her into his lap. Daphne frowned, her mask slipping for a second and the worry she had been trying to hide shining through. She racked her brain trying to think of things Harry might want. “Is it the bride price? Look, I can pay Padma’s if it comes to that. My father will be happy to do it.” She directed the last part at Padma, who had crawled over and hugged Harry from behind. She knew the Patils had suffered terribly during Grindlewald’s reign of terror. Two generations of hard work meant they lived comfortably but had nowhere near the amount of wealth needed to pay the bride price for a union with a Potter. “I don’t want money,” Harry whispered, suddenly filled with confidence. Maybe it was the realization that two very beautiful girls desired him. Or perhaps it was knowing in his gut that Daphne and Padma could help him win. He didn’t know and he didn’t care. He liked the new version of him much better than the broody, angry man he had been nearly all year. “You’re mine. And I want partners, not possessions.” Her pearls clinked as he gently wrapped his hand around her throat. “Be a good girl and listen when I speak, Miss Greengrass,” Harry hissed, his emerald eyes darkened with lust. Daphne whimpered. The way he had called her a ‘good girl’, his voice possessive and full of authority set her loins on fire. She looked at him with big gray eyes, feeling like a very naughty girl who was being told to get ready for her punishment. “Yes,” Daphne whispered, moaning softly as Harry’s free hand caressed her heavy breasts. “Sir,” she whispered after a second for good measure. “What do you want?” “I told you-” “Love,” Padma cut Daphne off. She ignored her friend’s glare, disobeying her wishes for the first time since she had told her to stay away. “She wants love. She wants a partner. She wants someone who thinks her dreams are valid.” “I can’t… I can’t have what I want.” Her voice was trembling. Daphne angrily wiped away the tears prickling the corners of her eyes. “I have to think about my family name. I have to protect you. I have to protect Tori!” Harry instinctively increased the pressure around her throat, grounding her. “You think I can’t love you? Or that you can’t love me?” “I don’t even know what love is,” Daphne said bitterly. “I don’t either. We’ll learn, together.” “This is the worst seduction ever,” Daphne said with a teary giggle. “I’d say it’s going pretty great,” Harry murmured, his breath hitching as Padma timidly pushed her hand under his shirt. “Remember your promise?” Daphne reluctantly pushed herself off his lap, immediately missing the pressure around her throat. “Padma first.” “Uhm… could we… wait?” Padma squeaked. “It’s just… I imagined my first time in a proper bed.” “The room can give us one.” Harry closed his eyes and wished for a nice, cozy bedroom as hard as he could. When he opened them the room hadn’t changed. “Or not.” “What’d you wish for?” Daphne asked, frowning as she looked around at their unchanged surroundings. “A nice bedroom.” “I don’t think the room can change significantly while someone is inside and using it,” Padma murmured as she pulled away from Harry. “So we go outside and wish for a bedroom? Let me just get my pants,” Harry muttered. He stood and walked over to where he had discarded his boxers and pants, quickly pulling them over his legs. “Or we could wait? I don’t mind doing the whole courting-” His words died in his throat as he turned around to see that Daphne had pulled Padma into her lap. Daphne had reluctantly swallowed the cum in her mouth right around the time she had crawled over to Padma. But she had a lot of it left on her face and had no intention of wasting even a single drop. In the time it took Harry to dress she had pulled Padma into her lap and cleaned her face with her fingers, popping the digits inside her mouth after every swipe to collect the cum on her tongue. She had nearly swallowed it all when Harry suggested they wait and go ahead with a proper courtship instead. She was tired of doing things the ‘proper’ way. With a sudden burst of inspiration, she cupped Padma’s cheeks and pulled the girl in for a kiss. Harry watched with wide eyes as Daphne pushed Padma onto the floor and climbed on top of her, their lips still locked together. She grabbed Padma’s wrists and pinned her hands above her head, not breaking eye contact with Harry for even a second as they snogged. Padma moaned loudly and Daphne took advantage of her parted lips to share some of the cum she had collected. Daphne’s tongue pushed into the warm embrace of her mouth and coaxed hers into a playful duel. They playfully swapped Harry’s seed with each other for what felt like an eternity, both ignoring their burning lungs and growing need for air. In the end, however, Daphne reluctantly pulled away, nipping at Padma’s lower lip as she did so. Harry’s cock stirred back to life as he stared at their flushed and swollen lips, glistening with the cum coating them. A thin trickle of his seed still connected their lips and neither Daphne nor Padma seemed in any hurry to swallow or pull away far enough to break their connection. “You said we’re already yours,” Daphne whispered after she finally swallowed, staring up at Harry through matted eyelashes. “Talk is cheap. Take us to your dorms and prove it,” she challenged. She pulled away from Padma and helped her to her feet. Harry silently pulled his Invisibility Cloak out of his bag and draped it around the two girls. “Follow me,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t make a sound.” “We’ll be good, daddy,” Daphne teased, wrapping her cloak around herself and Padma. They watched Harry secure the satchel around his shoulder before pulling out the Marauder’s Map. They silently followed him out of the Room of Requirement and into the dark seventh-floor corridor. “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good,” Harry murmured, unfolding the map. “We’re counting on that,” Daphne whispered loud enough for Harry to hear. Padma giggled and elbowed Daphne’s side, only to receive a grin in return. As they followed Harry down the hallway, she reached out and wiped the remaining tears from Daphne’s cheeks. “Are you sure you want this?” Daphne whispered as they approached the painting of the Fat Lady. “Do you?” Padma whispered back. “I have to marry someone, Pads. I like Harry. A lot. More importantly, I trust him. I can’t think of a better man to spend the rest of my life with.” “He’s very hot,” Padma said with a nervous giggle as they waited for the Fat Lady to wake up and let them in. Her fingers ghosted over her lips, her taste buds still tingling with the aftertaste of Harry’s cum. “That he is,” Daphne agreed with a grin. She gently grasped Padma’s wrist and helped her through the portrait hole and into the empty common room. It was cold and dark and the fireplace held only glowing embers. They turned right and followed Harry up the stairs and through the door he opened, walking with him to the very last bed in the room. All other beds had their curtains drawn but the girls still waited for Harry to pull the curtains around his bed before they dropped the cloak. “We didn’t think this through. I don’t have silencing wards. I’ll borrow some from Dean tomorrow,” Harry muttered, unable to tear his eyes away from Daphne’s bare chest. “I know how to cast privacy charms,” Daphne murmured as she pulled out her wand from her skirt. “It’s one of the earliest things you learn if you want to survive in Slytherin.” She walked around the space, charming the curtains to make sure nobody could pull them open from the outside before casting a basic privacy charm. “Done,” she murmured, turning to face Harry and Padma. When she realized they were both staring at her, she blushed and wrapped her arms around herself in a useless attempt to cover her large breasts. “What now?” she asked, shivering with anticipation. It was their belief in him, Harry realized. That was the source of his newfound confidence. They thought he could lead and he had every intention of living up to their expectations. Harry sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his hand around Padma’s wrist, pulling her onto his lap before she could react. His feet locked around her ankles and pulled her legs apart. “Do you want to watch me fuck this little cutie?” Harry whispered. His free hand shifted to Padma’s blouse and began to slowly unbutton it. Daphne bit her lip and nodded, breathing heavily. She took an involuntary step towards the bed, slowly unwrapping her arms from around her chest. She was his. They were his. And if he wanted a show, she’d give them a show. She balanced herself on her toes like a graceful ballerina and every step she took caused her creamy mounds to sway. “Take off your skirt,” Harry ordered. Daphne’s fingers scrambled to obey before her mind had even registered the command. She pushed her skirt and panties down her legs and stepped out of them, resisting the urge to cover her bare mound. “Kneel.” Padma could only watch with wide eyes as Daphne gracefully sank to her knees in front of them. Daphne’s fingers dug into the waistband of her skirt and she began to help Harry undress her. Her skirt and blouse were the first items to go but Harry stopped Daphne from pulling her practical white cotton panties down her legs. “With your teeth,” Harry ordered softly. Daphne nodded and gently grabbed Padma’s thighs for leverage before she leaned in and bit down on the waistband of her panties. Harry raised her off his lap to help Daphne tug them down her legs. Daphne made sure to keep her eyes locked with the couple, watching as Harry undid the clasp of Padma’s matching bra. He tugged the straps down her arms, pulling the garment away from Padma’s chest and tossing it to the floor. “Oh gods,” Padma moaned softly as her heavy breasts bounced free. Her areolas, although smaller than Daphne's, were a vibrant and gorgeous dark brown and were crowned by two rapidly stiffening brown nubs. Daphne tugged the panties free and dropped them to the floor before leaning in and kissing Padma’s damp core. Her tongue teased the wet petals guarding Padma’s virgin pussy, drawing out a needy moan from the Ravenclaw’s lips. “Where do you want me?” Daphne asked, turning slightly to place a loving kiss on Harry’s leg. He was the only one who was still dressed, although if she had anything to say about it, that wouldn’t be the case for too long. “The bed. Back against the headboard,” Harry whispered. He turned and laid Padma on her back. He pulled away slightly, his fingers trembling with excitement as he began to quickly unbutton his shirt. Daphne climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard before pulling Padma’s head into her lap. She gave the shy girl a reassuring smile before leaning over and grabbing one ankle after another, bending her legs at the waist and pulling them up to her head. She made Padma wrap her arms around her knees, locking her in a mating press just like the one she had read about in her most recent novel. Like most Pureblood girls, imagination and novels written by R. James had been her best friends when it came to matters of the heart and of the body. “Comfy?” Daphne asked, biting her lip as she watched Harry undress. He was lean, with well-defined but not overly prominent muscles. “Mhm.” Padma’s eyes widened as Harry crawled up the bed and loomed over her. She frowned slightly as she took in the pale scars crisscrossing his tanned chest. “So many scars,” she whispered, shifting slightly so her hips were angled and he had a clear view of her dripping pussy. From her position, she couldn’t see anything below his chest but a shiver ran down her spine as his shaft brushed against her thighs. “One day you’ll tell us the story behind each one,” Daphne murmured. “One day,” Harry promised. He wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and guided his tip to Padma’s weeping slit, keeping his gaze on her face to check for any signs of hesitation or discomfort. Padma’s eyes were glazed, the girl sandwiched between her two lovers and in her own version of heaven. Daphne reached out and pushed two fingers into her slit, scissoring them to push her lips apart and reveal her pink core to Harry. “All yours. The perfect flower,” Daphne cooed. She gently pinched a nipple with her free hand, rolling the rapidly stiffening nub between her fingers. Harry groaned as he slowly pushed inside Padma. She was unbelievably tight, his thick girth slowly stretching her fluttering walls as he pushed deeper inside her. “H-aaary!” Padma shrieked, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Harry took her flower with one firm thrust, pushing past her hymen and burying himself deep inside her. It took a minute but the stinging soon subsided to a pleasant ache and Padma opened her eyes. Harry was towering over her, his lips locked with Daphne’s. Even as they snogged he pushed deeper inside her aching core. Her current position meant she could feel him right in her belly, every tiny movement causing his tip to brush against her G-spot and drawing a wanton moan from her lips. Harry began to rock in and out of her, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed. He pulled away for air, his chest heaving. His gaze shifted from Daphne to Padma and he nearly exploded at the sight of the brown goddess underneath him. Padma was looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, her blood-red lips parted in a low, continuous moan. The force of his thrusts causes her heavy breasts to bounce up and down hypnotically. Every few seconds Daphne would pinch and twist her nipple, sending a jolt of pain racing up her spine. “Harder!” Daphne urged. Her fingers shifted, moving to Padma’s clit. She massaged the sensitive nub for a few seconds before pinching it without warning. “DAPHNE!” Padma squealed, her vision darkening. “Harder!” Harry roared and pistoned in and out of Padma’s slick core. His balls tightened and he knew was fighting a losing battle to stay in control. Padma was the first to tumble over the edge. The coil of tension tightening in her belly exploded without warning. “I… GONNA…” she screamed as her walls clamped down around Harry’s shaft in a vice-like grip. She passed out, her mind overloaded with the sensations coursing through her body. Harry kept thrusting for as long as he could. When he finally lost control he pushed deep inside her one last time, his roar drowned out by Daphne’s lips as she leaned in for a kiss the exact moment he erupted inside Padma. He stayed sheathed inside her, his throbbing manhood filling her up with his seed. They stayed like that for a few minutes, both Harry and Daphne trying to catch their breath and regain enough strength to move. Harry finally pulled out of Padma, chuckling at her needy whine when he did so. He gently laid her down on the free side of the bed, unable to tear his gaze away from her gaping pussy or the trickle of his seed leaking out of it. Daphne waited for Harry to settle down in the middle of the bed before she crawled down to his waist. She bent and swallowed as much of his softening cock as she could. She swirled her tongue around his length, lapping up the tangy pussy juices coating his skin. Her task accomplished, she turned to face him with a grin, her lips glistening with Padma’s arousal. She blew him a kiss before she clambered out of bed, her tired mind struggling to locate her clothes. “What’re you doing?” “Trying to find my clothes so I can go to bed.” “You… you don’t want to sleep with us?” Daphne looked up and blinked in confusion, stunned into silence. “You… you’re okay with me sleeping with you?” “I’d like that. Unless you don’t want to. I won’t force you.” “Uh…” Her parents shared a bed, but she knew they were the exception, not the rule. “Pureblood wives don’t generally share a bed with their husbands. Or, you know, husband-to-be.” “Do Pureblood wives generally do what you just did?” “…No,” Daphne admitted. “Do you really want me to sleep with you?” “Yes.” “Okay,” Daphne whispered shyly. She climbed back into bed and snuggled into his side, closing her eyes and sighing happily as he pulled the blanket over them. “Goodnight, Harry.” “Goodnight, Daphne.” Harry woke up the next morning in his own bed, half-convinced everything that had happened the night before was just a pleasant dream. As far as dreams go, Harry thought with a lazy smile, that’s one hell of an improvement over my usual ones. He was broken free from his thoughts by Daphne’s quiet, adorable snore. The naked Slytherin pressed into his side and draped her arm over his bare chest. Fuck. Not a dream. He blindly patted his nightstand until he found his glasses. He pushed them onto his nose, biting his lip to stifle a groan as Daphne’s leg brushed against his morning wood. She had shifted again, burying her face in his chest to block out the rays of sunlight passing through the cracks in the curtains around his bed. “Daph?” Harry asked, his eyes widening when he realized Padma wasn’t in bed with them. “Five more minutes, please?” Daphne whined and snuggled into him. “Padma isn’t in bed with us, Daphne,” Harry murmured, gently shaking her shoulder to wake her up. “Tis fine,” Daphne mumbled. She pulled away from him and yawned before slowly sitting up. “She wakes up at six in the morning to go to the library. She’s probably waiting for us in the Great Hall.” She rubbed her eyes and stretched, blushing when she noticed Harry staring at her. “What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious. “You’re adorable,” Harry whispered, tracing her curves with the back of his hand. Daphne blushed. Men called her a lot of things but Harry was the first to ever think of her as cute. She felt like an entirely different woman around him. One look, a smile, a few words, that’s all he needed to destroy her icy exterior. “My hair is a rat’s nest, my cheeks are streaked with mascara and your cum, and-” She reached out and plucked his glasses off his nose. “My husband doesn’t get to see me without makeup. Mrs. Zabini says that’s the secret to a long and lasting marriage.” “Hasn’t Mrs. Zabini had five husbands in the last ten years?” “I mean, I’m sure they would all have been long and happy marriages if the men didn’t keep dying of unfortunate accidents.” Daphne shrugged. She crawled over to the edge of the bed and hopped off, sighing as her feet sank into the soft rug. It was much better than the cold stone floor of her own Dormitory. “I’m not your husband yet,” Harry pointed out with a grin, deciding to play along. “Darling, you rejected my bride price last night because you said you don’t take payment for things that are already yours.” Daphne carefully placed his glasses on the vanity. She took a minute to study the hickeys and bruises on her neck and breasts before she turned to look at him with a teasing smile. “You also claimed me… thoroughly. You’re my husband.” “Strangest marriage proposal in history.” Harry chuckled and propped himself up against the headboard of his bed. “Not as strange as Malfoy trying to threaten and bribe his way into getting his son brides,” Daphne muttered. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle her yawn. “At least you were man enough to get your own woman. Two of them, in fact,” Daphne teased, walking over to Harry’s closet. “Did Malfoy ever go to your father to ask for you?” Harry growled. Daphne bit her lip and pressed her thighs together. “No,” Daphne whispered, struggling to keep her breathing in check. A part of her almost wanted to lie and say yes, just so she could see what Harry would have done to claim her in public. “Draco thinks I’m a frigid bitch. That’s why his father asked for my sister.” “Right.” Her words made him remember the memory she had shown him. “Isn’t he with Pansy? Every time I see them she’s either on his lap or has a hand in his shirt.” “He’s delusional enough to think he’s powerful enough to have a gaggle of mistresses worshiping him. Last I heard he had nine ‘eligible Pureblood witches’ on his shortlist.” Daphne rolled her eyes. “Can’t even last a full night with Pansy and he thinks he can please eight other witches,” she muttered under her breath. Harry laughed. “Do I want to know how you know that?” “Pansy bitches about him every night, darling.” Daphne leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Can I borrow something to wear? My blouse is still in the Room of Requirement.” “Sure. Are you going to bitch about me to people?” Harry teased. “Obviously,” Daphne responded, shooting him an impish smile. “I’ll make sure the world knows that my voice is hoarse because Harry Potter has a massive wand and knows how to use it.” She pulled open his closet, eyeing her options critically. “And he has extremely shitty taste in clothes.” “Most of them belong to my cousin.” “Why are you wearing your cousin’s clothes?” “Long story. I’m too happy to talk about him right now.” Daphne frowned at his hurt sigh but knew better than to press further. He’d tell her when he was ready. She reached into the closet and grabbed his Quidditch jersey, pulling it over her head. The red shirt went down to her thighs and smelled of him. Freshly cut grass and broom handle polish. “You’re not getting this back,” she teased, securing her hair in a messy bun. “You might want to order some more because I’m pretty sure Pads will want one of her own too.” “Noted.” Harry grinned. “My Invisibility Cloak should still be on the floor.” “Don’t need it.” Daphne turned and took a deep breath, her fingers gripping the edges of the two curtains in front of her so tightly that her knuckles turned white. It was time to make a statement. Her father had taught her the secret to politics and power was learning to say things without ever uttering a word. She pulled the curtains apart and walked out into the sunny Dormitory. Neville, Ron, and Seamus were playing gobstones by the large window while the curtains around Dean’s bed were still shut. “Boys.” She shot the startled men a proud smile before sauntering into the bathroom, walking as slow as possible to make sure they didn’t miss the ‘Potter’ emblazoned across her back. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic: Amelia smiled politely at the man seated across her, resisting the urge to throw the scumbag out of her office. She knew what Lucius Malfoy was. It wasn’t like he made any efforts to hide it. Extortion, Blackmail, Trafficking… the only thing longer than his list of crimes was the number of Ministry employees he had bribed. He had spies in her own Department, she was sure of that. Although she didn’t know why he bothered when he had the Minister of Magic in his pocket. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Mister Malfoy?” Her lips curled into a satisfied smile at his scowl. Sometimes one had to be satisfied with small pleasures and there was something quite gratifying about reminding the man that he wasn’t a member of the Wizengamot and that as long as people like her existed, he never would be. “Call it a concern about the future of your House, Madame Bones.” His silky voice set her on edge. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up on his table for dinner. “These are dangerous, uncertain times. You are the last of your House and you have only one heir. If something were to happen to you, poor Susan would be all alone.” Amelia stayed impassive even as her heart sped up. His sweet words hid a poorly concealed threat that confirmed suspicions she had held ever since Potter’s trial. The Dark Lord was back and she was obviously on the list of people he wanted dead. And the sorry excuse of a human in front of her was here because he saw an opportunity to grow his power and wealth in that. Why is he truly here? “I appreciate the concern but she has a godmother. She will take care of Susie if something were to happen to me.” “It would be better if she had a husband. That way the future of your House is assured.” Amelia smiled grimly. There it was, the real purpose of the visit. A threat and a marriage proposal. He wanted to weasel his way into Wizengamot, corrupt and tarnish her family’s legacy, and subject her niece to a lifetime of misery. “She has a husband as well. Well, she will. They will wed after Susie gives her OWLs as is customary,” Amelia lied calmly. She racked her brain to come up with a name, someone powerful enough to protect Susan from the Malfoy brat. “Really?” Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “That is news to me. Draco has never mentioned that your niece is courting someone.” “My niece and her partner are both people who prefer to keep their personal lives private.” “If they haven’t married yet you can break the engagement. My son is the most eligible bachelor in all of Magical Britain. This is the most prestigious match you can make.” Lie now, worry about the consequences later, she reminded herself. She had no idea how long she had until they tried to assassinate her and she had to do something to buy the time she needed to secure her niece’s future. “More prestigious than Harry Potter?” Daphne and Padma work really well together. It was an unexpected pairing that occured to me and I realized they'd be cute together and with Harry! My Commissions are also open again so if you want me to write something for you, please get in touch with me! All chapters of this story are published as soon as they're written on my Patreon. Members also get to choose the women who will make up Harry's coven, currently they're voting for the Older Witch that should be included! My Patreon!

Chapter 1 - The Partners

Content Warnings: Semi-Public, Exhibitionism, Breast Play, Teasing, Heat, ABO. “The Chudley Canons are the worst.” Daphne grinned as the portrait of the Traenor the Knight swung forward, revealing the entrance hidden behind it. The password was a mouthful, but the fact that Ron had to utter it every time he wanted to see his friends made it completely worth it. The Head Boy and Girl had found it rather difficult to deny her request after she’d reminded them of all the shit he had pulled in the tent instead of helping them rid the world of the worst Dark Lord in half a century. “Granger.” Daphne smiled at the sight of Hermione’s head buried in a book. She was scratching away on a parchment, doubtlessly working on the extremely complicated potions homework they had been assigned if her scowl was anything to go by. “Hey,” Hermione muttered without looking up. It wasn’t as if the blonde’s presence in their quarters was a surprise. If anything, the thing that surprised her was why Daphne hadn’t moved in wholesale. She certainly spent enough time in their Common Room and in Harry’s dorm to justify it. “Where’s he?” Hermione pointed to the long couch by the fireplace, where just a hint of messy black hair poked over the burgundy cushion. “Thanks. By the way, two bezoars are overkill. The book got it wrong.” “You figured it out?!” But Daphne didn’t answer. Her short heels clicked on the rough-hewn stone floor as she made her way to the sofa, the girl mentally making a note to convince her husband to carpet what was essentially his bloody living room. Husband. There were days when she couldn’t believe they’d married so soon. She flopped into Harry’s lap wordlessly, curling up against his broad chest and enjoying the warmth radiating from his body and from the fire roaring in the fireplace. She couldn’t honestly remember a time when such an action hadn’t felt natural. How she got to this point… that she knew. The road hadn’t exactly been straightforward. She had joined his little defense club along with a couple of other Slytherins out of pure curiosity, but the man had actually turned out to be a bloody competent teacher. And a superb duelist, not that she’d ever admit it to him. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. It wouldn’t do for him to get a big head. Or to think that she loved him. Merlin forbid he get such silly notions in his head. Even after Umbridge left, she kept annoying him until he gave in and continued to teach her during their sixth year. It was then, like any good Slytherin, that she began to plot. She knew there was no way for her to be neutral like her parents had been. No, she had to pick a side, and she had been determined to pick the winning one. Which, honestly, was easy. The more time she spent with Harry, the more she was sure that he would probably win. Turning the probability into certainty required her intervention, and so when he and his best friends set off on their merry quest to hunt the items tethering Voldemort on the mortal plane, she joined them to aid in their efforts. When that aid transformed from providing books on Horcruxes and giving him haircuts to bouncing on his cock… You were boosting his morale, she reminded herself. “I can see the gears in that dangerous brain of yours turning.” Harry lazily poked open an eye, grinning at the sight of his wife. Gorgeous as ever. “What’re you thinking?” “How much I don’t love you.” “Funny. I was also thinking about how I’m absolutely not in love with you. Should’ve dumped you at the altar.” From her table, Hermione snorted. “Since we’re being honest, I married you for your money and your power. It’s not like I’m crazy for you… I definitely don’t think you’re the hottest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” “Well, I think you’re an ugly harpy. I hate, and I do mean hate kissing you. Sleeping with you is torture,” Harry shot back, his hands pushing underneath the gray uniform skirt she wore. His fingers gently caressed the creamy skin of her thighs, his smile growing as her breath quickened. “Your dick is so small, Potter. We’re never having kids of our own,” Daphne taunted, even as her body subconsciously spread her legs for him. “Can’t the two of you flirt like normal people?” Hermione finally poked her head out of her book, glaring at her friends with a mixture of love and exasperation. “Where’s the fun in that?” Daphne asked, her blouse already halfway unbuttoned. “I rile him up until he hate fucks me hard enough to rearrange my insides. It’s our version of a quiet night in.” “He’s your husband.” “Mione, would you be more comfortable if I kissed her boos boos every night instead?” Harry teased, turning around to wink at his best friend. Hermione flushed. “I didn’t… I simply… I nursed Neville back to health after we rescued him and Luna from Malfoy Manor, okay? That’s all!” Hermione muttered hotly, her cheeks a dark red. “I didn’t realize sucking dick is now a healer-approved technique to aid recovery from magical torture.” Hermione glared at Daphne but had no response. The two of them had, after all, accidentally walked in on her doing exactly that one time in Shell Cottage. She could point out Daphne had been far more brazen in the tent, but the newly minted Mr. and Mrs. Potter were so shamelessly in love with each other, there was no point in teasing them about it. Instead, she opted for a different tactic. Deflection. “Why do you have an envelope in your hand?” She paused. Most of the Seventh Years to survive the final battle had gotten letters, including herself. Given that the magical male (and female, to a lesser degree) population had been decimated in the aftermath of the war either through death or imprisonment, their numbers had fallen to precarious levels. To ensure their survival, Kingsley and the Wizengamot had taken drastic measures. The Unspeakables had divined the perfect mates for all unmarried witches and wizards, with letters informing them of the name of their mate and giving them a month before they had to marry. The process carried all the more importance for the Noble Families, many of which were on the verge of going extinct. There were many that expressed discomfort with the program, but given their dire situation, none were loud about their opposition. “You’re married.” “Yep. I married before the law,” Daphne replied, handing the letter to a confused Harry. “Which means I’m Lady Potter. There still needs to be a Lady Greengrass to give birth to the next Greengrass heir. Now, Harry will do the actual babymaking and I presume we’ll all be married as one… happy family?” She paused, but couldn’t come up with a better analogy. “But I’d still be the one to get the actual letter.” She glanced at her husband, worried for a second. “You… you’re not mad, are you? I don’t mind sharing you… her… I guess we’ll all share each other. You know I like girls just a little less than I like you so I really don’t mind.” “Your comments about my ass made that abundantly clear,” Hermione muttered, burying her face in her book once more. Daphne was too worried to tease Hermione about her ‘asstacular’ bum. “It’d be hypocritical of me to be mad. I got a letter too,” Harry said, pulling out an envelope from underneath a throw pillow. Daphne glanced at the name on the envelope. ‘Lord Black.’ Of course. He’d need two different families, the same as her. “Who’d you get?” “Who’d you get?” Harry shot back, echoing her words. “Open and find out.” The two of them opened the envelopes at the same time, pulling out the small pieces of parchment that held the names of their mates. “Lavender? Yeah, that’s never happening. Ron will probably get to her before you do,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes. After all, the law was voided if, within thirty days, the person married someone else out of their own volition. “They didn’t do a great job of picking out the perfect mates, did they?” “I could see her and her kids being Greengrasses.” Daphne shrugged. “My point still stands.” “Wanna bet?” “What’s the wager?” “Lavender will go out with me… and you, before the day is over.” Daphne extended a hand. Harry grasped it and shook it. “What’re the stakes?” “We’ll decide later. I want to see who you got.” Daphne pulled out the parchment and chuckled. The chuckle turned into a giggle, which turned into full-blown laughter. She’d have fallen off his lap had it not been for his hands on her waist. “Hannah? Hannah Abbott? She won’t last half an hour in bed with you daddy.” “Want to alter the bet?” “What do you have in mind?” Daphne raised an eyebrow. “I’ll win over Hannah quicker than you win over Lavender.” “Easiest bet ever.” Daphne grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “When I win we spend a week alternating between sitting next to Malfoy and Ronald for an entire week for all meals and I address you as nothing but daddy.” Malfoy, because she knew the asshole had lusted after her for years and she wanted to see his dreams shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. As for Ron… she liked how flustered he got around PDA. It amused her. “When I win you let me change the password to my own damned dorms,” Harry said simply, jerking his thumb towards the door of the Head Dormitory. “Deal.” Daphne hopped off his lap, dusting off her skirt. “Let’s go. We’ll do Lavender first, maybe you can pick up some pointers.” “We’re doing this right now?” Harry asked reluctantly. “What, you need a week to prepare? It’s Abbott. She probably thinks fuzzy pink cuffs are kinky. It’s not like you need to learn anything new,” Daphne challenged, clearly looking to rile him up. “Fine.” “Granger, you’re our impartial judge.” To Harry’s surprise, Hermione slammed her book shut and got to her feet, joining them by the door. “Really?” The brunette held up the chit with Neville’s name on it. “He’s busy in the greenhouse all day and I’m going stir-crazy imagining what married life with him will be like. At least this insane bet of yours is a good distraction.” With that, the trio made their way down the hallway to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Harry supplied the password, and the three of them climbed through the hole to enter the warm, cozy and crowded Common Room. Daphne attracted the occasional odd glance, but nearly everyone was used to and okay with Daphne Potter treating the Common Room as her second home. “Wait.” Hermione grabbed Daphne’s arm. “I can’t believe I’m going along with this harebrained scheme of yours but… if you want the bet to be objective, you two need to define what ‘winning them over’ means.” Daphne pondered on the conundrum for a minute. “They let you mark them.” “With a hickey?” Daphne nodded. “She’s sitting on the couch by the fire. Ron’s next to her,” Hermione sighed, pulling out the time-turner-shaped pocket watch from her jeans and pushing the knob. “The timer only runs for twelve hours.” “Bold of you to assume I’ll need even half that,” Daphne muttered, boldly making her way through the crowds toward Lavender. “The entire room is full of students. Are you sure this is… wise?” Harry smiled at his best friend, then nodded to Seamus and Parvati tucked away in an alcove. Parvati was on his lap, both of them partially undressed and locked in a passionate embrace. His gaze shifted to Dean, who was snogging Romilda on a couch right in the middle of the Common Room. “Everyone just wants to forget the pain and the loss, Mione. They want something to live for. Now they have it. Do you really think Daphne’s out of place here?” Hermione shook her head. Daphne deserved a chance to forget her pain just as much as everybody else in the room. “What’d you think she’s going to do?” “I mean… it’s Daphne. Some kind of subtle game?” Daphne seemingly had a different idea in mind. She marched up to Lavender and pressed the envelope containing her name straight into her hand. Lavender glanced at the Slytherin and then at the envelope that said Lady Greengrass, her eyes widening. “I thought they made a mistake. I mean… you’re already married…” she croaked, staring up at the gorgeous and intimidating woman with a scared smile. The attack by Greyback had left her with partial lycanthropy, scars, and a deep sense of self-loathing. It was why she was on the couch in the first place, considering letting the man who had so cruelly dumped her into her panties once more. “I am. Ironically, I’m Lady Potter. Harry and I… we still need a Lady Greengrass.” “I…” Lavender paused. “You know? About my condition?“ “The broad details,” Daphne murmured kindly. Ron had simply withdrawn to the other end of the couch, content with glaring at Daphne. He knew better than to provoke her by word or by action by now. In what universe were he and Pansy compatible mates, he did not know. If he had asked Daphne, she'd have told him that the Slytherin was just as insecure as he was, and that their need for constant praise and attention would have played off perfectly against each other. But he didn’t, so Daphne was free to ensure her complete attention was on the future Lady Greengrass. “I understand if you don’t consider me to be suitable…” Lavender whispered, biting her lower lip. Daphne growled and grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms to the cushion of the sofa as she climbed onto her lap, uncaring of who was watching. “You’re a warrior, Brown. The Greengrass line will flourish with your blood flowing through their veins,” she whispered, daring Lavender to dispute her claim. Lavender tried a different tactic instead. “I uhm… I have needs… you’ll find them odd…” Terribly vague, but Daphne was smart enough to hazard a guess. “What, you go into heat depending on the Lunar Cycle?” Lavender’s breath hitched. She nodded shyly. Daphne slowly began to roll her hips against Lavender’s drawing out a quiet, involuntary moan from her lips. Daphne could see her nipples pebble through the purple tank top she wore and she kept going, slowly grinding her mate into submission. “Are you in heat right now, pet?” Lavender nodded again, her eyes silently begging Daphne to take care of her. Daphne’s hand shifted from her wrist to the back of her head, pulling her closer as she buried her face in the crook of her neck. “Are you going to be good for Harry and me, pet?” Daphne asked, her voice muffled. “Mhm!” Lavender bit her lower lip to stifle her moan, her panties completely soaked. A large damp spot was forming on her jeans, the unmistakable scent of arousal hanging in the air around them. All rational thought was quickly replaced by a primal desire to be bred and please her newfound alpha and her mistress. She was theirs. They would take care of her. “Good girl.” Daphne closed her lips around her pulse point, all while grinding against her. She sank her teeth into her flawless skin, a strangled sob escaping Lavender’s throat as she was marked. Lavender’s eyes flitted over to Harry, giddy with excitement as she realized he was watching the two of them intently. If only he had marked her as well… Perhaps he would. She made up her mind to ask. Daphne pulled away with a satisfied smirk, winking at a dumbfounded Ron before she got to her feet, pulling Lavender along with her. The two women made their way to where Harry and Hermione were standing, both sporting smiles. One triumphant, the other dazed and shy. “Wow,” Harry whispered, staring at Lavender’s perfect hourglass figure with wolfish hunger. “It’s… I didn’t expect that,” Hermione added with a nervous chuckle. “That was…” “A winning play?” Daphne teased, her stormy gray eyes sparkling. “Ready to give up, daddy?” “Without even trying? No chance.” Harry motioned for them to follow him out of the Common Room. “Where are we going?” Lavender whispered, pressing into Daphne’s side and leaning her head on her mistress' shoulder. The mark on her neck throbbed, a constant reminder of how quickly things could change for the better. “We just need to pick someone up, pet, then we’re going back to our dorms,” Daphne whispered as they trekked down to the basement and the Hufflepuff Common Room. Finding Hannah, however, did not prove to be easy. She wasn’t in the Common Room or in her dorms. Their search of the kitchen came up empty as well, so Harry pulled out the Marauder’s Map and tracked her down to the library. They walked down the silent hallways to the library, Hermione poking her head inside to make sure the irascible librarian, Madam Pince, wasn’t around. She wasn’t. The entire room was quiet and empty with the exception of a single table that was occupied by Hannah and a few of her housemates. “Coast is clear,” Hermione murmured, pulling out her pocket watch once more. Harry strode into the empty library, making his way straight to the table where the tiny blonde sat. Hannah Abbott was a wisp of a thing, barely reaching up to his chest. Her quiet personality matched her diminutive figure. She was friendly, kind, and nice to everyone. Well, everyone except bullies. Harry had seen what she’d done to Crabbe after the arse had tried to bully a first-year Hufflepuff. His little badger had claws. In a strange way, he could understand why the Unspeakables thought they’d be good together. “Harry,” Hannah smiled at the sight of the tall, messy-haired man walking towards her. “Come to join us in some late-night studying?” she asked, getting to her feet. She leaned up as far as she could, but still could only manage to kiss his jaw. “Come to take you,” Harry whispered in a low growl. He pushed his hands under her arms and effortlessly lifted her tiny body, letting her lock her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck before he carried her around a bookshelf, partially shielding them from view. None of her friends followed them, only too aware of what was happening. “Here?” Hannah asked with wide eyes as she was set down on a table. “My dorms. Just need a minute here first.” Harry didn’t elaborate. She still wore her white blouse, the high collar impeding access to her neck. His practiced fingers flew over the buttons, the blouse hanging from her shoulders within seconds. She only wore a thin semi-transparent shift underneath, the outline of her pert breasts, large pink areolas, and nipples clearly visible through them. “You’re mine, Hannah Abbott,” he growled, tugging on her waist-length blonde hair. He mimicked Daphne’s actions, burying his face in the crook of her neck, ruthlessly sucking a hickey onto her creamy skin. Hannah’s loud moan elicited chuckles and wolf whistles from their audience across the bookshelf. She was too far gone to care, already giving herself over to the lust that had been building up ever since Harry had met her by the kitchens. Harry pulled away with a triumphant smile. He pushed Hannah down on the table, his hand lazily kneading her petite breasts as he watched Hermione, Daphne, and Lavender walk in. “I… how?” Hermione asked, completely dumbfounded once more. She didn’t look at the watch. She didn’t need to, to know Harry had won. By a huge margin at that. “You already talked to her,” Daphne said shrewdly. “You cheated.” “I met up with her the minute we got the letters to make sure she was okay with it.” “She clearly is,” Hermione said dryly, looking at Hannah. Hannah had a blissful expression on her face and was mewling quietly as Harry toyed with her body. “I hope you know you’re sleeping on the couch for a week, Mr. Potter,” Daphne growled, annoyed (and secretly more than a little proud) that he had hustled her. “Doesn’t matter.” Harry grinned. “I won.” “Well, the school still seems to be standing,” Professor McGonagall murmured, topping up her visitor’s glass of firewhiskey. “The Unspeakables obviously did a good job.” Aurora raised her glass in a toast before taking a sip. “Being good on paper and actually living life as a married couple are two very different things, Aurora. I begged Kingsley to give them more time than a month so they could figure out how to live together before they married.” “What’d he say?” “His hands are tied. Wizengamot barely has enough members for a quorum. They want to secure the coming generations as fast as possible.” Aurora sighed. She suddenly understood why the Headmistress had called her for an impromptu late-night meeting. “You want me to start the Academy again.” It wasn’t a question. “It was a force for good, Aurora. You know that! You helped witches be ready for the real world. It’s a pity Albus shut it down during the war…” “The war killed in more ways than one, Minerva. It took lives, and for those who lived, it made life not worth living.” “So you’ll do it?” Aurora sighed, then nodded. “Yes, Minerva. I’ll reopen my Academy.” Would you like to see Guest Teachers like Madame Rosemerta hold 'special lessons' in Aurora's classes? Vote for it on my Patreon if you would! 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Chapter 1 - The New Girl

Content Warnings: Bondage, Spanking, Teasing. "Enter." Harry ran a frustrated hand through his messy black hair. While being the Head Boy came with many perks, it was also a position of responsibility he had not particularly wanted. When Hermione had talked him into returning to Hogwarts to finish their education, he had envisioned a relaxed year (his first one in the castle) where his only worries were homework and the upcoming NEWTs. Except, when Professor McGonagall had personally approached him in her position as the new Headmistress to take up the mantle of Head Boy, he had found it difficult to say no. Especially when she laid out the reasons. They all needed to heal and come together, and he and Hermione were in the best position to help the others do so. And thus it came to be that he sat in his new office that evening, working on the Prefect Patrol Schedule while overseeing detentions and trying his best not to think about the rager Seamus was throwing in the Gryffindor Common Room. He looked up when the door opened, smiling at the sight of the slender raven-haired girl slipping inside the room. Wednesday Addams and her friend, Enid Sinclair were new transfers to Hogwarts and the same age as them, a rarity for the school which got most of its new arrivals as first years. However, the Headmistress had explained to him and Hermione that they had transferred from an American Magical School… he always forgot its name. Nevermore, he thought, thinking back to his conversation with Professor McGonagall. They'd transferred from Nevermore for reasons the Headmistress had never quite made clear. She had simply assigned Hermione to Enid and him to Wednesday, asking them to help the two girls get settled in their new home. Which Harry tried. He had tried his damnedest to get the strange girl comfortable with her new surroundings in the Scottish highlands in the three months she had been his charge. The only problem was that she seemed to enjoy discomfort, whether it be her own or someone else's. And then there was the matter of the strange tension between them. He had always had a taste for snarky, fiery women, but no one had quite taken his breath away like Wednesday did. And he knew it was probably his own bias, but he could have sworn Wednesday was trying to figure out whether she wanted to ride him or stab him whenever they were together. Knowing her, it was probably both. At the same time. “The lack of chains and whips in this room is terribly distressing," Wednesday said flatly, sitting gracefully on one of the chairs in front of his desk. Harry blinked, slowly peering up from the patrol schedule in front of him. The girl seated across his desk was unusual by several standards. It wasn’t even that he was unused to people like her, he counted Luna among his closest friends. But Wednesday Addams… oh, she was something else entirely. “Why… why would I have whips and chains in my office, Miss Addams?” “Well, I have heard our delightful caretaker boast about his collection on several occasions and how he’d love to use them on us given the chance. Sadly, it seems he can enforce the rules, but other than the Professors, only you, the Head Girl, and the Prefects can oversee punishments. And given how often Miss Patil left her detention last month with a smile on her face and the tales I’ve heard from Luna, I thought it logical to presume that you believe in Mr. Filch’s wonderful ideas about corporal punishment.” “W-what have you heard from Luna?” Harry asked, dreading the answer. His friend wasn’t exactly known for being discreet, and given how Rolf had already approached him to borrow his ‘special’ paddle, he had a very good idea where this conversation was going. “The way you aided her recovery after her captivity in Malfoy Manor was quite admirable. I’m more than a little intrigued by the healing powers of your seed-” “I… My…” Harry spluttered, clearing his throat awkwardly. “My… it has no healing powers, Miss Addams.” “Did she not get better during your tryst in Shell Cottage?” “I think that had more to do with actual healing potions-” “Do you have any proof that your seed did not aid in her recovery?” “Not exactly, no,” Harry mumbled, his cheeks burning. “Then I see no reason to think her assertion that your cum helped her heal is wrong.” It was her dark eyes, Harry decided. Unblinking. Unnerving. So utterly captivating. His cock stirred in his pants and he shushed it with a glare at his crotch before returning his attention to the new exchange student Hogwarts was hosting. She sat motionless in the chair, her back straight, studying him like he was a particularly interesting specimen and she wanted him in her collection. “Why are we…” Harry dropped the question. He had no desire to talk about his cum with the girl, not when he couldn’t explain his strange attraction to her. “What exactly do you think happens in detentions with me, Miss Addams?” “I had presumed I’d be chained, whipped. My body ravished in a way that would leave me feeling delightfully used and slinking back to my dormitory in shame.” Harry thought her words would shock her. They didn’t. It’s because you’ve been staring quite unashamedly at her for the past couple of months, his brain reminded him. Maybe we do want to tie her up and ravish her in a way that leaves her feeling delightfully used. Shut up, he groused to himself. He’d been assigned to Wednesday to make her feel welcome in a place so far away from home, not to join a long line of suitors trying to score with the gorgeous goth girl. Not that any of them had had any luck. He still remembered her casually carving up a pig’s head while Justin stammered his way through a proposal. It had not ended well for the pompous Hufflepuff, who had fled the Great Hall with wet pants after Wednesday had shoved the knife into the table, inches from his hand. “Miss Patil certainly paints a different tale.” “Miss Patil likes to make up stories.” “Then why did she leave every detention she served with you so happy?” If he didn’t know any better, he could have sworn there was a slight accusatory edge to her voice. His preoccupied mind missed the fact that Wednesday Addams had been assigned detention with him for a month for hexing Parvati Patil so that everything his fellow Gryffindor ate tasted only of rotten eggs. Harry shrugged. “Because I let her write out the week’s gossip instead of the usual lines. Not exactly protocol, but it saved me the misery of hearing about the time Lavender showed Ron the wonders of a blowjob,” Harry muttered, shuddering slightly. “She was happy because she could just duplicate the parchment and get a gossip rag going.” “So you do bend the rules when it suits you.” “Why do you want me to spank you, Miss Addams?” Harry sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Is it not adequate punishment?” “It’s not a punishment at all if you want it.” “I’ll be in pain.” “I think we both know you’d enjoy it.” “As would you, when you're dishing it out,” Wednesday added simply. Luna, perhaps the only tolerable person in the castle other than Enid had told her a lot about her new captor in this hellhole of a school her parents had shipped her off to. At least he had pretty eyes. The color of pickled toads, she mused, staring at him. Luna had insisted he was kind and understanding. Wednesday failed to see it. If he truly was a paragon of those nauseating qualities, he’d have bent her over the table and given her what she wanted. “Are you saying you do not see me as a suitable sexual partner?” “I’m saying the right time to explore our compatibility as sexual partners is after a date in Hogsmeade, not during a detention,” Harry murmured, smiling despite his best intentions. Come on. She’s your type. Fiery oddball with a sharp tongue and deadly hexes. Shut up, he hissed to himself. “A date?” “Yes. I’d buy you flowers and some chocolate, we could perhaps have some butterbeer in The Three Broomsticks? That sort of thing.” Wednesday blinked. Her hand, amazingly enough, did not automatically reach for the cursed dagger hidden under her cloak. Which was strange, even to herself. She had threatened idiots with brutal dismemberment for suggesting far less. “Very well. We’ll shelve this topic until after this detention.” “Your detention hasn’t started yet, Miss Addams.” “Is this talk of romance not part of my punishment? And to think Mr. Filch bemoans the school outlawing cruel punishments every day.” “You think romance is a punishment?” “Of the worst kind.” Harry smiled. “And your opinion on chocolates?“ “A terribly inefficient form of nourishment.” “Flowers?” “I suppose it is pleasant watching them wither and wilt.” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Yet you think we are… compatible as sexual partners.” “I think I would greatly enjoy being used by you, yes.” “But you do not want me to romance you.” Wednesday glared at Harry. “I thought you did not torture the students serving detention with you.” “Miss Addams, come stand next to me.” Wednesday gave him a cold, triumphant grin and flipped her pigtails over her shoulder. What she wanted, she got. And Harry Potter was no exception. She pushed her chair away from the desk and sauntered over to his side, fully expecting him to bend her over the desk and pull her arms behind her back to cuff her wrists so they could begin their night of magnificent depravity. Instead, Harry turned. Given their height disparity, they were face to face even with him seated. He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against her soft, black ones, lingering for a second before pulling away. He turned back in his chair, returning his attention to the Prefect’s Patrol Schedule in front of him. “Thank you, Miss Addams. That’ll be all for tonight. I expect you to be here right at nine p.m. sharp for your detention tomorrow and every other day for a month.” Wednesday stared at him in shock, her fingers lingering over her lips, the ghostly sensation of his lips still lingering on them. A part of her wanted to pull out her knife and stab the idiot for his insolence, but another small, not-so-quiet part of her suddenly wondered what an entire hour of this ‘punishment’ would look like. Her fingers shifted to her warm cheeks, her blush only growing when she realized she was, in fact, blushing. A man, a stupid, idiotic, gorgeous man had the temerity to kiss her… and she liked it. “Goodnight, Mr. Potter,” she muttered coldly, grabbing her bag and stomping out of the room before she made an even bigger fool of herself. 29 Days Later: Wednesday stomped up the stairs and flung open the door to her dormitory, making her way to her bed and diving right into the soft mattress. “I take it it was another torturous detention?” Enid asked sympathetically, casually flipping through the latest issue of Witch Weekly. “He noticed I was under the weather with a head cold and had skipped dinner, so he brought some up to his office,” Wednesday muttered, moodily poking a doll (which bore a suspicious resemblance to a certain blonde Slytherin) with pins. “There were vanilla-scented candles, Enid. Delicious hot pumpkin soup that soothed my sore sinuses.” “The man’s taking care of you while you’re sick. The horror.” Enid rolled her eyes. “Exactly. The care and comfort he provides are nauseating. And he still insists on kissing me every night," Wednesday muttered, completely missing her friend's sarcasm. "I have one detention left to get what I want from him." Enid did not question why Wednesday simply hadn’t asked Harry Potter to stop kissing her. He didn’t seem like the type to violate someone’s consent, and Wednesday was definitely not the type to tolerate something of that nature. "You could always land yourself in detention once more. I heard Nott talking shit about werewolves last night. We could go pay him a visit." "As delightful as that sounds, it does not solve my problem. I might not be assigned to him again." "Maybe it's time to fold. Just let him take you to Hogsmeade. Tell him to book a room in the pub there." Wednesday turned and glared at her best friend. "You're just as bad as Mother. I asked her to send Thing over with my collection of poisons and she and Father are instead coming to take me and Harry to dinner at the Ritz in London. She thinks a little romance would be good for me," Wednesday grumbled. "Does Harry know?" Enid quirked an eyebrow. "I will not give him the joy of knowing my parents approve of him." Wednesday flopped back into her mountain of dark purple pillows and resumed sticking pins into the doll in her hand. "Nor will I give him the satisfaction of winning. He will use my body tomorrow." "Orrrrr… you could just tell him you have feelings for him," Enid suggested. "The very idea of romance nauseates me. I have a plan for tomorrow. It will work." "Did you have a vision?" Enid asked, suddenly curious. Wednesday stayed silent. "What'd you see?" For the first time since they became best friends, Wednesday lied. "Nothing," she muttered, turning and burying her head under a pillow. "Goodnight, Enid." She had seen something, and it had terrified her. She saw a wonderfully drab and eerie house that Harry turned into a home for them. She saw two absolute terrors as their children, and a happy life. “Miss Sinclair.” Harry smiled at the peppy blonde who stood in the open doorway of his office. “To what do I owe this pleasure? Do you mind making it quick? Peeves stuffed the entirety of Greenhouse Three with unicorn dung.” “So unicorns don’t really poop rainbows?” “Unfortunately not.” “My whole life has been a lie,” Enid said, pretending to be distraught. “Anyways, I’ve come to give you this.” Enid passed Harry a rolled-up sheet of parchment. “Don’t… Open it when you’re alone,” she advised. “What are they?” “Wednesday’s drawings of you. Some of them, it’s just you… while in others, she’s bound and bent over your desk while you sensually explore her body with a riding crop… point is, you didn’t get these from me.” “Where would I have gotten them?” “You found them… in a hallway?” Enid suggested. “How… why are you giving them to me?” “Because after everything that has happened over the last three years, my best friend deserves happiness. You have the potential to make her happy if you stop torturing her.” “I’m not torturing her,” Harry said softly. “We’re just having fun.” “Is that what it is?” Enid challenged. “All I see is two stubborn mules desperately digging in because they’re terrified that for once in their life, they’ll actually be happy! Why can’t you just meet her halfway?” Enid raised a finger to silence Harry when he tried to speak. “I know my best friend is prickly, unlikeable, and an utter pain in the ass on the surface, but you’d be so lucky to have her in your life. And I think you know it too, or I wouldn’t hear your heart hammer in your chest every time you’re around her.” “I-” “Give her something to work with. She needs to know that loving you won’t mean losing herself. That’s… that’s all I came to say. Take a look at the drawings. They’re some of her best work to date.” Enid gave him a small smile and waved, shutting the door behind her on her way out. "Enter," Harry muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, smiling as Wednesday slipped inside and made her way to her usual seat. "You don't need to sit tonight, Miss Addams," Harry murmured, leaning back in his chair. Wednesday dumped her satchel in the chair and raised an eyebrow. Was it to be a kiss and a quick dismissal? If that was the case, she needed to speed up her plan. She walked over to the cloakstand by the door and pulled her cloak over her head, hanging it before turning to Harry with a sly smile. Harry was staring at her with wide eyes, enraptured by her slender figure. She wore a sheer black lace corset under her cloak. While the garment extended from her chest to her thighs, it covered absolutely nothing. If anything, the thin lace somehow only served to highlight her nakedness. Her brown nipples pebbled in the cold air and poked against the embroidered fabric. She had completed the look with fishnet stockings and blood-red stilettos, the perfect tools to accentuate her long legs and slender frame. She crossed her arms in front of her to push out her modest bust and stood in front of his desk, waiting for the object of her attention to regain his senses. Her hair was arranged in her customary two pigtails, a few strands of sleek raven hair framing her unnaturally pale face. His cock twitched as his eyes traveled from her full, black lips to her dark eyes, framed by perfectly applied winged mascara. "Miss… Miss…" Harry stammered hoarsely, his throat suddenly dry. "Miss Addams, what are you wearing?" "You never mandated a dress code for detention, sir. What is to be my punishment tonight?" Wednesday asked, her dark eyes alive with mirth. “Come here,” Harry growled, his manhood throbbing uncomfortably in his pants. He had a problem. Her name was Wednesday Addams. Wednesday quirked an eyebrow but followed his instructions, resolving to stab the stubborn man with his own quill if he still dismissed her with a quick kiss. Harry stood, towering over her slender frame. Before she could react he had grabbed her shoulder and flipped her around, pushing her down on his desk with a quiet grunt. A hand stayed flat on her back, keeping her bent over his desk while the other moved to grab his wand. Wednesday’s eyes widened for a second before her lips curved into a triumphant grin, the girl savoring in the sweet taste of victory. She had broken Harry Potter, and all it had taken were some silly pieces of lace. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Miss Addams,” Harry growled, kicking her legs apart. “Have I?” Wednesday feigned innocence. She arched her back, raising her ass in the air for him and causing the frilly short skirt attached to her corset to ride up to reveal her pert, round cheeks and the obvious absence of underwear. “All I did was teach a girl the consequences of opening her mouth without thinking.” “And here I am, teaching you the consequences of your actions.” Harry rolled up the skirt completely, taking a second to admire her ass. The flawless porcelain skin of her firm ass was on full display and his eyes roved over the dark green veins crisscrossing her pale skin. “The circle of life.” Harry waved his wand, conjuring rough hemp ropes that wrapped around the legs of his desk before lashing around her ankles tightly, securing her legs in place. Even the slightest of movements caused the material to rub against her soft skin, and Wednesday knew she’d be waking up with raw, stinging skin. A trickle of arousal leaked out of her pussy, slowly snaking down her slender leg. “Hands,” Harry ordered. Wednesday obeyed without hesitation, pulling her arms behind her back to let him secure her wrists together with another piece of the rough rope. She wasn’t interested in fighting him anymore. She had him. She’d won. And half the fun was in enjoying the consequences of her victory. “I’m going to spank you now, Miss Addams. You’ll count them out. For every one you miss, I’ll add one to the final count.” “Yes, sir,” Wednesday whispered, shivering in excitement. “What’s your safe word?” Wednesday admired his wholly unnecessary concern about her physical and mental well-being. It was almost like he cared about her as a person. A truly terrifying thought, if there ever was one. “Murder,” she said after a minute of silence, deciding to follow Enid’s advice and meet the man halfway. If he wanted a safe word, they’d have one. “Alright then,” Harry chuckled, his large hands gently massaging her tiny ass. Her round cheeks fit perfectly in his hands and he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were made for each other. That this… whatever they had… was meant to be. Harry pulled his left hand away from her cheek, dipping his fingers into the open pot of lube he had already kept ready on his desk. His index finger slowly circled his lover’s most intimate of holes even as he continued to massage her cheeks with his right hand. Wednesday’s eyes widened in shock when he pushed the tip of his index finger into her tight, puckered hole. An embarrassingly wanton moan escaped her lips when he added another finger and scissored them, forcing her sphincter to relax. “S-sir?” she whispered, a delicious burn settling into her core as his fingers probed her virgin ass. “You said your body was mine to use, didn’t you?” “I did,” Wednesday breathed, groaning in desperation as her walls stretched to accommodate his calloused digits. “Then I decide what I’m going to use, and when I’m going to use it,” Harry said coldly. “You haven’t earned the privilege of me using your pussy just yet, Miss Addams.” “Understood, sir,” Wednesday mumbled, smiling into the polished wood of his desk. He wanted to make it a game, did he? Oh, she did quite love prey that fought back. SMACK! “Oh!” Wednesday groaned, her eyes flying open in shock. The hard slap, landing right in the middle of her firm ass, had been entirely unexpected. His fingers were still pushing deeper, claiming her hole even as she was being punished. “Count,” Harry growled, admiring the way his bright pink handprint contrasted perfectly against her pale skin. “One,” Wednesday panted. The petals guarding her womanhood were utterly soaked, thin trickles of arousal seeping out from between them and flowing down her thighs. Harry silently pulled his hand away, bringing his palm down on her bum two times in quick succession. SMACK! SMACK! “Two. Three!” Wednesday squealed, her attention torn between the dull and pleasant ache in her belly caused by the fingers stretching out her walls and the fiery stinging of her now bright pink right asscheek. “What are you, Miss Addams?” Harry slowly pulled his fingers out of her, her walls clamping around the slick digits in an attempt to prevent them from leaving. “Half a dozen psychologists have tried to answer that,” Wednesday answered cheekily, determined not to give him the satisfaction of the answer he wanted to hear. “They all failed.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Four. Five! Six!” She was panting by the last slap, her chest heaving against the desk. His left palm had landed on her left asscheek with just as much force as the right, both cheeks now a bright pink as they turned into flashpoints of oh-so delicious pain. Wednesday tried to push her thighs together, to give her needy womanhood the friction it so desperately needed. Her efforts were futile, her ankles straining against the ropes that secured them to the desk uselessly. “You planned this, didn’t you?” Harry didn’t bother with a verbal reply. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Seven. Eight. NINE!” Wednesday screamed the last number, her entire body jolting forward on the table as Harry’s palm made contact with her pussy. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” Harry murmured, studying his glistening palm with a smirk. “You know, a punishment isn’t supposed to arouse you, my murderous little painslut,” Harry whispered, molding his body against hers as he bent to kiss her cheek. “You need to get your eyesight checked, Mr. Potter. I’m not aroused. How can I be? I’m being punished, after all,” Wednesday teased, a lone tear leaking out of the corner of her eye. “Well, then you wouldn’t mind cleaning this strange liquid on my hand, would you? I don’t spank with a messy palm.” Harry held his hand in front of her. It was coated with her pussy juices, its aroma filling the air around them. Wednesday stared at him in disbelief but when he didn’t move his hand, she slowly leaned forward and kissed his palm. Her tongue traced lines over his rough, calloused skin, lapping up her own arousal. The utter humiliation of the act caused the trickle seeping out of her pussy to turn into a veritable flood. “Good girl.” Harry pulled away, landing a spank to her pussy without warning. SMACK! “Ten!” Wednesday moaned, her toes curling. “Oh, my. I seem to have made a mess again,” he murmured, holding out his hand in front of her. Wednesday bit her lower lip, her legs subconsciously straining against their binds. All her body wanted was a little friction and that was exactly what she was to be denied. She leaned forward and began to lick him clean, watching him rummage in the top drawer of his desk from the corner of her eye. He pulled away once she had lapped up all her cum and she took the reprieve to collect herself. “What are you, Miss Addams?” Harry asked, slowly running the leather bit of the riding crop along the curve of her ass. Wednesday’s eyes widened. How did he know? There was no way for him to know. Unless… She was going to kill- SMACK! His fingers pushed into her tight ass at the exact same moment the leather bit made contact with her pussy. Wednesday’s usually overactive mind went silent. All thoughts racing through her head disappeared, replaced by a singular focus on the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain radiating from her ass. “Eleven,” Wednesday sobbed, arching her back as much as possible to draw his fingers deeper into her ass. She shuddered as he ran the crop down her back, tracing her spine with its bit. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Twelve… Thirteen… Fourteen!” Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks, her lips curled into a blissful smile. The blows had landed on her reddening ass and her throbbing pussy, every strike creating a flashpoint of perfect stinging. Never in all her years… Harry spanked her like she was his. Like he had every right to punish her. Like he had claim to so much more than her ass… “Need to tap out?” Harry asked, lazily fingering her ass. Her walls stretched around the two digits and she could only imagine how his cock would feel, thrusting past the resistance and plunging deep into her belly. She wanted him. She needed him. “Never,” Wednesday growled, raising her red ass high in the air for him. SMACK! SMACK! “What do you want, Miss Addams?” Could he read minds?! “Fifteen. Sixteen,” Wednesday wheezed, panting and squirming helplessly on the desk. “I-” Harry shifted his attention to her thighs. SMACK! SMACK! “Seventeen! Eighteen! Please!” she begged, finally unable to help herself. “Please what? What do you want, Miss Addams?” Harry repeated, plunging his fingers deep into her ass and scissoring them. “You,” Wednesday whispered hoarsely, finally breaking. SMACK! SMACK! The last two blows landed straight on her pussy and Wednesday blacked out as she came. She squirted, her cum soaking her thighs and stockings, big drops drenching Harry’s dark pants. Harry took a minute to compose himself, pulling his fingers out of her and replacing the crop back in his drawer. His cock twitched at the sight of her beautiful smile, and the thick black trails of mascara running down her cheeks. “I want you too,” he whispered, gently caressing her cheek. When Wednesday regained consciousness Harry was helping her up from the table. Her body betrayed her instincts to decline his help and she leaned into him, craving his warmth and comfort. “Now what?” Wednesday asked brusquely, letting him untie her hands. She flexed her sore wrists, keeping her cheek against the cool wood of his desk as he worked to free her legs. “Cuddles while I work on next week’s patrol schedule?” Harry suggested, gently pulling the petite girl into his arms. He slumped into his comfortable chair, trying to ignore the massive tent poking through his pants. Wednesday decided to do the exact opposite. She grinned and turned her attention to the rock-hard shaft poking her sore bum. “You get to hold me for five minutes before pushing me under your desk.” “And what’ll you do there?” Harry asked, wrapping his arms around her slender body. She rested her head on his firm chest, struggling to stay conscious as his steady heartbeat lulled her to sleep. “Suck, choke, and gag,” Wednesday answered carelessly. “While you ensure Nott gets patrol duty from Midnight to Dawn every day.” Harry shivered. Something told him there would be no concentrating on his work if Wednesday had her pretty lips wrapped around his cock. “What did Nott ever do to you?” he asked, clearing his suddenly dry throat. “His presence annoys me,” Wednesday deflected. “Twenty minutes.” “Ten.” “Fifteen, then you can give me head under the table if you want.” “That is… acceptable,” Wednesday mumbled, trying her damnedest to fight against her ever-increasing comfort. Why did his lap have to be so snug and warm? Harry picked up his wand and conjured smoke, the gray particles twisting into a timer that began to count down from fifteen in the air. Wednesday stared at it for a second before nodding. She burrowed deeper inside him, reluctantly wrapping her arms around his broad body. Harry pulled his chair back towards his desk and picked up his quill, getting back to the schedule he had been working on before her arrival. Between the feel of her curves pressing against him and his throbbing manhood work was impossible, and he set down his quill, settling back in his chair in favor of staring up at the timer slowly ticking down to zero. The wisps dissipated once the fifteen minutes ran out and Harry bent his head, his lips gently brushing against her hair. “Wednesday?” he murmured, his finger caressing her tear and mascara-stained cheek. But Wednesday was fast asleep, and the only answer he received was her snuggling deeper into his chest. Probably my most favorite story to write right now. It has everything I like in a story, and the idea of Mature Post War! Harry x Bratty Wednesday is just awesome. You can read all chapters of this story right away on my Patreon! My Patreon!

Chapter 1 - Prologue

How an adorable redhead wearing nothing but a sheer nightgown ended up as his wife and in his bed was a long and complicated story. But, Harry supposed as he climbed up the stairs to the room he now shared with his wife, it was completely on par with the insanity that was his life. As Tonks had pointed out, between defeating basilisks and men with two faces, the prospect of marrying a girl after a week of courtship wasn’t the most terrifying challenge he had faced. As for the demand that Susan get pregnant within a year to ensure the safety of the Bones family legacy… his parents had him when they were not much older and they had been in the middle of a war too. Had the deal proposed by Amelia Bones come as a shock? Yes. Should it have been? In hindsight, probably not. A week ago: “Do you have any idea why she’s asked for this meeting?” Harry asked, nervously tugging on his formal dress robes. Sirius had helped him change out his entire wardrobe over the preceding year, but some of the more formal clothes still felt alien on his body. He just wasn’t used to shirts that actually fit instead of hanging off his frame like a tent! “I don’t know. If I had to guess?” Sirius speculated, helping Harry flatten his messy hair. “She refuses to swallow the shit Fudge is shoveling her way. First the whole fiasco of sentencing Crouch Jr. to a dementor’s kiss without letting her question him and now this? She knows something is up and wants to get to the bottom of it. That, or she’s pissed he’s undercutting her authority as Head of the DMLE” “She’s tough but fair,” Tonks added, leaning against the wall, waiting for Harry to finish getting ready so she could escort him to her boss. “Sexy too. She’s got those tired hot girl vibes that just make you want to pull her into your lap and kiss her worries away.” Sirius looked at Tonks strangely. “You’ve got issues.” “Hey man, I blame my insane family. Bellatrix Lestrange is my aunt, it’s a small wonder the weirdest thing about me is my preference for older women with thick thighs and a perfect ass.” Harry chuckled nervously. He’d gotten used to Tonks’ irreverent humor in the week he had spent with her. Much closer to them in age than the other members of the Order, the Auror trainee usually spent her evenings with him, Hermione, and Ron. “Alright. Let’s go before Mrs. Weasley finds us.” Amelia Bones had sent explicit instructions to keep their meeting under wraps and very little stayed secret once Mrs. Weasley found out. He supposed she wanted to keep it hidden from Fudge, which was why they were meeting in her office well after the Ministry closed for the day. “Alright, let’s go.” Tonks nodded to Sirius before she walked out of Number 12, Grimmauld Place with Harry. They walked down the dark and deserted street until they reached the corner and Tonks extended a hand towards Harry. Harry held onto it, grimacing as he felt a familiar tug on his navel. Tonks apparated them right in front of the Telephone Booth Mr. Weasley had used to access the building when he’d given him a tour of the Ministry in preparation for his trial. “If anyone asks you’re here because you forgot something in Mr. Weasley’s office and us traveling together is a sheer coincidence. We don’t know each other,” Tonks warned as they piled into the booth. She pressed ‘nine’ nine times and watched as the charmed glass panes darkened before the elevator shuddered and slowly carried them down to the Atrium. “Got it.” Harry nodded. Fortunately, they encountered no one but the bored security guard who registered their wands and let them into the main building. They took one of the many empty lifts down to the third floor and walked across the empty cubicles dotting the large space to the door at the very end. ‘Amelia Bones’ No fancy titles. As Harry entered the spartan and utilitarian office, he realized that Amelia Bones wasn’t a woman who enjoyed extravagance. The room was comfortable and warm, but just as plain as Mr. Weasley’s tiny office had been. Most of the space was occupied by a large desk crammed with memos, files, and rolls of parchment. The woman seated behind the desk mirrored the room when it came to simplicity. Amelia Bones was dressed in a plain black robe. Her fiery red hair was secured in a severe bun eerily similar to Professor McGonagall’s preferred hairstyle. “Boss.” Tonks nodded respectfully when the woman looked up from the letter she had been reading. “Thank you, Tonks. Did you run into anyone?” “Nope. I’ll wait outside, yeah?” Tonks squeezed Harry’s shoulder before walking out of the office. Harry waited for the door to shut behind him before he walked over to one of the chairs arranged in front of the large desk and sat down on it, stiff as a board. “I didn’t do it,” Harry said firmly after a minute of silence. He stared into the pale green eyes of the stern woman seated across the desk without flinching. He had learned many things from Sirius during their weekly meetings in the cave he had used as his hiding place throughout the Triwizard Tournament, but the most important lesson his godfather had taught him was to always have a healthy skepticism of those in power. Fudge had never been his friend. His godfather had proven to be surprisingly prescient when he had warned that the Minister was simply using him as a tool to further his own agenda. It had taken Fudge a mere hour to go from a ‘friendly man’ who deeply cared about him to vilifying him as a dangerous murderer. He had readily accepted the meeting with Amelia Bones, the woman who had replaced the now-deceased Barty Crouch Sr. as Head of the DMLE once he had been shunted to the Department of Magical Cooperation after the end of the previous war. But he didn’t expect her to do anything. She worked for Fudge after all, and the man was working overtime to brand Harry as a lunatic who had been responsible for the death of a fellow Hogwarts student. Cedric’s death still stung. There were days he feared his friend would never get justice. Voldemort was back, and the entire Ministry was trying to bury its head in the sand instead of preparing for the coming war. Amelia quirked an eyebrow. “Are you saying you did not cast a Patronus in front of a muggle in a tunnel in Little Whinging seven days ago, thereby breaking the International Statute of Secrecy?” He could detect a hint of admiration in her stern voice. “No,” Harry corrected himself quickly. “I did that. But only because there were two dementors pursuing us and I had to save my cousin and myself.” “You might not know this, but the dementors guarding Azkaban are under the direct control of the Minister of Magic. He exercises his authority through his Senior Undersecretary. Miss Umbridge-” Amelia struggled to keep a neutral expression as she brought up the distasteful woman. “The Senior Undersecretary has conducted an investigation based on your claims and informed me that no dementors were unaccounted for on the night of the supposed attack.” “And you believe her?” Harry asked simply. His days of meekly following the instructions of those around him were over. His uncle had done a lot of damage to him growing up, but instilling in him the idea that he always had to obey those in positions of authority had perhaps been the most harmful, and it was something that had taken Sirius an entire year to undo. The final nail in the coffin had been Fudge’s casual dismissal of Voldemort’s return, followed by Dumbledore keeping him isolated for the entire summer instead of helping him prepare to face his nemesis. He had been trapped in Number 4, Privet Drive, plagued by nightmares every night and slowly losing his mind, all while being cut off from his friends and having to bear Dudley’s constant taunting. Sirius had sent Tonks and Kingsley to fetch him and bring him to Grimmauld Place after the attack and saved his sanity. “As a matter of fact, I make it a habit not to believe anything Dolores Umbridge says,” Amelia said, rapping her fingers against the polished oak desk thoughtfully. “Which is why I am conducting this investigation on my own. This is off the books Mr. Potter and I hope you understand I’m putting myself in grave danger just by meeting you. A lot of people have a vested interest in seeing you convicted and exiled from the Wizarding World.” She chuckled at the surprised expression on Harry’s face. “Not everyone in this building thinks you’re Morgana’s spawn, Mr. Potter. My niece speaks highly of you.” “Susan?” Harry had spoken to the quiet, shy Hufflepuff on a few occasions, and often paired up with her for Herbology, but he hadn’t thought they were close enough for her to mention him to her aunt. “Yes. You’ve left… quite an impression on her,” Amelia murmured with a small smile on her face. “She is part of the reason why I’m going against the Minister’s explicit orders. She insists you’re innocent of the charges brought against you, but I must admit Harry… may I call you Harry?” Harry nodded. “Harry, the idea of dementors leaving their post in Azkaban and traveling all the way to Little Whinging seems a little far-fetched. If they did do what you claim, they either acted under the orders of the Undersecretary, or they are no longer under the control of the Minister. Both of which are unthinkable, and I would be laughed out of Wizengamot if I were to suggest them as possibilities without any proof to back me up.” “You could question me under the effects of Veritaserum,” Harry offered quickly, remembering Dumbledore’s plan for Barty Crouch Jr. “That is a good idea, but the truth potion is not infallible. You could have been under the delusion that dementors were attacking you. This would reduce the severity of your offense but might not be enough for an acquittal, especially with both Fudge and Malfoy actively whipping votes against you. Not to mention, Fudge would undoubtedly use this argument in Wizengamot and then use his own words to imply that you are-” “Losing my mind,” Harry muttered. “Yes.” Amelia coughed. “Veritaserum cannot detect falsehoods you believe to be true. Some people also have an innate resistance to its effects, and Susan tells me you’re incredibly adept at shrugging off the Imperius…” “Yes,” Harry said, deflating. “I could take a look at your memories,” Amelia offered. “I am a good enough Legilimens to recognize a delusion when I see it. If you are telling the truth, I will open an official investigation and gather more proof since memories on their own will not be enough. They too can be altered. If, on the other hand, you're not…” “Do it,” Harry said, before suddenly pausing, a panicked expression on his face. Giving the woman access to his mind meant not only showing her the dementors that had attacked him and Dudley but also things he would die before revealing to the Head of the DMLE. “No. I refuse. You can’t have access to my thoughts.” “You realize your refusal is hurting your claim that you’re innocent, Harry,” Amelia said softly. “Can… Will you have access to all my memories?” Harry asked. He had no idea what Legilimency was. He had very little knowledge about so many things he needed to know, something he had only realized after Sirius pointed it out to him. He had started to take his study sessions with Hermione seriously (much to Ron’s surprise), but there was a lot his best friend still had to teach him. “I can understand there might be some things a young man might wish to keep hidden,” Amelia coughed delicately. “While Legilimency is more an art than a science and some bleed over is impossible to prevent, I will try my best to keep my attention focused on the events of the day in question.” Some bleed over, Harry thought with a sigh. Which meant there was a possibility she could learn of Sirius’ presence in London. That was something he could never allow, not even to prove his own innocence. “Sorry,” Harry said apologetically. “Thank you for this meeting Madame Bones, but I can’t let you take a look at my memories.” “Are your secrets really worth getting expelled and having your wand snapped?!” Amelia exclaimed, thoroughly confused by Harry’s unexpected obstinance. “They are,” Harry said, slowly pushing the chair away from the desk. He was halfway to his feet when he paused and sat back down, a strange expression on his face. From what Tonks had told him and from what he himself could gauge, Amelia Bones was a tough but pragmatic woman who believed only in cold, hard facts. Maybe there’s a way I can kill two birds with one stone… Harry thought with a wide grin. Spending all that time with Hermione is paying off. He turned to a highly confused Amelia and extended his hand. “You can look at my memories if you make me a promise.” “I can’t commit to anything before I know what you’re asking from me, Harry.” “I want you to look at all my memories. Not just the day of the attack, I want you to go back and look at everything.” “That will take hours and hours. The mental strain would incapacitate us both for days if not weeks.” “Alright. Just focus on all my years in Hogwarts, then.” “All four years?” Harry nodded. “Why?” “You’ll see. I need you to promise you’ll look at everything without fail and keep an open mind. That’s all.” “I promise,” Amelia said solemnly, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the desk. Harry copied her actions and allowed her hands to cup his cheeks. “Keep your eyes locked with mine.” “Yes, ma’am.” The feeling of another mind intruding inside his was indescribable. It was like an uncomfortable itch inside his head. An itch that no amount of scratching would drive away. Still, Harry stubbornly held on even as he lost track of time, letting the woman have access to all his memories. The good, the bad, and the ugly. He couldn’t always keep track of the ones she was studying but he did notice she slowed down whenever she came across a memory that involved Sirius, the Dursleys, or Susan. She also went back to the day of the Dementor attack several times, and Harry had no idea if that was a good or bad thing. His heart hammered in his chest at the risk he was taking, but he had seen the effect being stuck in the house was having on his godfather and if there was even a tiny chance he could be free, Harry planned to do everything in his power to make it happen. If Amelia Bones didn’t believe him, he’d simply start acting like a crazy person and claim all his memories were fantasies conjured up by his unsound mind. After what felt like an eternity Amelia slumped back in her chair, her face pale. “He’s really back…” she whispered hoarsely. She nervously tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry,” Harry murmured, knowing it was news no one wanted to hear. At least she didn’t seem to think he was off his rocker. He was breathing heavily, trying not to give into a trauma spiral after being forced to relive the memory of the graveyard and Voldemort’s resurrection. Cedric’s lifeless, glassy eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life. “Did Susan ever tell you about her parents?” Amelia asked after a long, uncomfortable silence. “I don’t think she ever brought it up.” “The current Head Auror is a man called Rufus Scrimgeour. He’s a capable man, but not quite as brilliant as my brother was. His wife, Susan’s mother… she was an Unspeakable who specialized in soul magic. They were… they were so happy the day Susan was born,” Amelia whispered, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “It didn’t matter that there was a war raging. Make no mistake. They fought, and they fought hard for a world free from darkness for their little girl. They were part of your Order-” “You know?” Amelia chuckled humorlessly. “About Dumbledore’s secret society? Yes, I know. They joined it because they believed they’d make a difference. Maybe that’s why he killed them. Nobody knows what exactly You-Know-Who wanted from them. But Rodolphus Lestrange testified he killed them personally. Dumbledore could have faced the bastard head on but he never did,” Amelia said bitterly. “He was fine with the people fighting for him and his cause dropping dead like flies. It’s why I’ve never joined the Order even though I turn a blind eye when the Aurors under me do. I can’t fight for a man who did nothing to save my brother and sister-in-law.” “I’m sorry,” Harry whispered softly. “Susan, was home that day, you know? She only survived because they hid her cot in the chimney. Because they tripped the warning wards in their hurry to get to my brother, You-Know-Who and his followers didn’t have time to search for her before the Aurors arrived. When I came to get her she was covered in soot and struggling to breathe. She still does, in winter and when she’s stressed. The healers in Mungo’s can’t figure out what’s wrong,” Amelia muttered, massaging her forehead. “She would have died that day. I haven’t been… maybe I haven’t been able to raise her like her parents would have wanted but she is my everything, Harry.” “I know the feeling,” Harry murmured, thinking of Sirius. Just like him, Amelia only had one person left in the whole wide world. “I’m under no delusions. Fudge sees me as a threat. Dumbledore doesn’t care for me. I’m tilting at windmills and now that You-Know-Who is back, I’ll probably be dead within the next six months.” “We can-” “You can’t save me, Harry,” Amelia said with a sad smile. “But you can help me. And I can help you.” “How?” “I will make sure you are acquitted at your trial, and I will work tirelessly to gather evidence that proves Sirius is innocent. As I’ve mentioned, memories can be altered and your testimony can’t be the only basis for reopening his case. But it is a good starting point, because I know where to dig and what to look for.” “What do you want in return?” “Susan’s safety.” Harry blinked. “I’m not sure I follow.” “You faced down a basilisk for a girl you went on one date with.” “Ginny was… is a good friend. I’d have done that for anyone,” he murmured, his cheeks warm. “I’ll be blunt Harry. I want you to marry Susan after courting her for a week.” “I-what?!” Harry spluttered. “A week?” “It needs to happen before the trial.” “Why?” “Because I might die soon after it concludes. I plan to make a lot of enemies during your trial and I want to make sure Susan is protected before I take any risks. So, if you two don’t hate each other after a week of courtship, you marry her and promise to keep her safe and happy.” “What if we don’t get along? We’ve only ever been friends and we aren’t particularly close.” “Then I won’t force you to marry her, Harry. I don’t plan to blackmail you. I’ll help you regardless of whether you marry her, but I hope even if you don’t… you’ll swear an oath to keep her safe.” Harry nodded slowly. “Why marriage if that’s an option?” “It legally binds you two together and that extra layer of security sets my mind at ease. Plus, it would be remiss of me not to help my niece get with the man she’s been crushing on for the last three years,” Amelia said with a quiet chuckle. Harry sat there with a dumbstruck expression on his face. “I take it you didn’t pick up on her shy attempts at flirting?” “Quite a few people have pointed out that I can be uh… oblivious when it comes to matters of the heart,” Harry said wryly. Susan asking him if he had a date to the Yule Ball after they had just spent an exhausting lesson repotting screaming mandrakes suddenly made a lot more sense. “I see. Well, despite your obliviousness, I am glad you have no problem being with two women. If you marry Susan, you will take the Bones name. You will need another wife to ensure the Potter lineage does not die with you,” Amelia pointed out. Harry blushed and squirmed in his seat. Amelia had seemingly taken his request to see all his memories very seriously. He just hoped she hadn’t paid too much attention to the memories of his time with Lavender and Parvati. He had tried his best to hide them, but it was impossible for his unskilled mind to completely obscure them from a skilled Legilimens. “A problem for the future, I think,” Harry mumbled. “One last thing, Harry.” “Yes?” Harry asked, glad they were moving on. “If you do decide to marry Susan, I can accept a rushed courtship and a shotgun wedding, but the marriage itself shall respect the traditions our families have followed for centuries. It will be an affair befitting the union of two Ancient and Noble Houses. That includes a proper marriage contract to protect her sizable inheritance. It will also have a clause demanding that the couple earnestly try to sire a child within one year of marriage. If you talk to your godfather, he’ll explain the type of clauses these agreements typically contain. A union between two Houses is no small matter,” Amelia said seriously. “Especially since both of you are the last remaining members of your lineages.” Fuck, spoke too soon, Harry thought, stunned speechless. Lady, when Lavender said I had a breeding kink, she was joking. I think. He stubbornly ignored the stirring in his loins at the thought of starting a family of his own. Perhaps giving her access to all his memories hadn’t been the smartest move. I mean, would it be so bad? Susan is absolutely stunning, imagine her with our- Shut up, Harry thought, glaring at his crotch. He had picked the worst possible time to start thinking with his cock instead of his head. Every single man in Hogwarts lusts after her. And she has a crush on you, the annoying voice in the back of his head pointed out. Imagine her soft body under yours, your face resting on her chest as she- “Fuck,” he swore, forgetting where he was for a second. You’re a dick, he thought, glaring at the tent that was forming in his pants. He looked up to see Amelia staring at her with raised eyebrows. He weighed his options. Perhaps it was his suddenly awakened lust talking, but her proposal didn’t sound too bad. If he got cold feet, he could just back out at the end of the week without repercussions. The worst-case scenario was that he’d get closer to one of his friends and swear to protect her, something he’d have done even without an oath binding him. “You have a deal, Madame Bones,” Harry muttered with a sigh. Chapter one is the prologue, and the main story will start from Chapter 2! It will be a complete AU. All chapters of this story are published as soon as they're written on my Patreon! 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Chapter 4 - The First Bonding

Content Warnings: Collars, Rituals, Creampie, Teasing, Cum Play, Deflowering. Harry hastily unwrapped the paper around Sirius’ gift. He had promised himself he’d never use it, never put Sirius in danger. But nothing that had happened over the past month could be called ‘normal’ and he needed advice from the only man he could fully trust. He knew what he wanted to do but a part of him was afraid of letting Padma and Daphne down. Daphne was convinced they were safer with him but could he really take care of them the way they deserved, especially after the binding ritual? He pushed the book out of his mind and glanced at the bathroom door to make sure it was shut and locked before turning his attention to the heavy package in his hands. He pulled away the crinkled brown paper, balled it up, and tossed it into the waste bin in the corner. His brow furrowed in confusion as he stared at the small mirror in his hands till the note loosely taped to its back fluttered onto the floor. ‘I never want you to feel alone. Call my name whenever you want to talk and I’ll appear in this mirror.’ A small smile broke out on Harry’s face. Sirius had found a way to be in touch with him without risking discovery. After all, something like a letter sent through an owl could be intercepted but who would question a mirror on his nightstand? “Sirius,” Harry said softly. “Please, if you’re around I need to talk to you.” The mirror’s surface rippled and a black inky darkness spread through it, hiding his reflection. He waited for a few minutes until his godfather’s familiar face slid into view. He appeared exactly as he had during the summer, with long black hair, dark circles under his eyes, and an evening stubble gracing his cheeks. Despite his tired appearance he broke out into a huge grin. “Finally remembered that I exist?” Sirius teased. The mirror rippled slightly as he leaned against the headboard of his bed and balanced his mirror on his legs. “Sorry. I’ve been busy with… stuff,” Harry mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Does that ‘stuff’ include starting an illegal self-defense club?” Sirius’ gray eyes twinkled with excitement. “You should have chosen a scarier name but it’s a good idea.” “How do you… who else knows?!” “Me and a few other members of the Order. We have friends who frequent Hog’s Head. A pub is the last place to have a conversation if you truly want it to stay a secret.” “I’ll file that with the other gems of wisdom that you’ve shared with me.” Sirius rolled his eyes at the snarkiness. “I presume you’ve called me about it? Do you need help deciding what to teach your friends?” “Actually… no.” Harry filed the question away for a later date. Asking Sirius for tips wasn’t a bad idea, it just wasn’t what he was looking for right now. “I uhm… something happened last month and I need your help trying to decide what to do,” Harry mumbled, his cheeks turning pink. He coughed and cleared his throat, summoning the courage to tell his godfather. Why was it so hard for him to do it when Daphne shamelessly made sure everyone in the castle knew she was his? He couldn’t remember a single meal in the Great Hall when she wasn’t on his lap or cuddling him. And here he couldn’t even tell his godfather. “Who is she?” Sirius asked with a shrewd smile. Harry considered denying Sirius’ guess for a second before his shoulders slumped in defeat. “Uh… Padma… Padma Patil.” He paused and took a deep breath, then continued. “And Daphne Greengrass.” Harry shifted uncomfortably during the silence that followed, finally breathing a sigh of relief when Sirius started laughing. His godfather slumped over, tears of mirth streaming down his cheeks as his laughter echoed around the bathroom. “What… what’s so funny?” “Priscilla Carrow was the only woman to ever reject your father,” Sirius got out in between chuckles. “Even your mother came around. To be honest I’m pretty sure your mother always loved him, just as Priscilla always loved Cyrus. I need to clear my name because I need to be there when she learns her daughter is shacking up with James’ son,” Sirius cackled. He wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand and straightened. “Do they know about each other? Don’t toy with a girl’s heart, Harry.” “They do!” Harry said hotly. “They’re uh… they said they were a package deal,” he added with a sheepish smile. “I know it’s only been a month but I can’t imagine life without either of them. We spend so much time together. Daphne convinced me to go jogging with her every morning and Padma spends her evenings tutoring me in Potions and Charms,” Harry rambled with a dreamy smile. “Merlin, you’re just as bad as your father. Probably worse.” Sirius’ amused tone broke him free from his daydream. “It’s… do you know that feeling Sirius? When you’re soaring and free; when nothing in the world can bring you down? When I’m with them I don’t worry about Voldemort and the war. I’m not concerned with anything except how to make them happy.” Sirius smiled and nodded. “I do, actually. Your father asked me a very similar question before he proposed to your mother.” “Were they happy?” “Very.” “Can I make Padma and Daphne happy? I… I’m going to do something today that I can’t take back-” “Please don’t tell me you plan to elope.” Harry blushed. “No. It’s too soon for that. But I plan to bind Padma to me tonight. Breaking that bond won’t be easy.” “Does she want it?” “Very much so. She gets so excited every time we talk about it… it’s adorable.” “Do you want it?” “Only if I can take care of her.” Harry paused and corrected himself. “If I can take care of both of them. You said my father only had to worry about my mother. I… I’ll have two-” “Let me stop you right there kiddo. Your father only had your mother because of the war. If they didn’t have to worry about keeping you safe I’m certain they’d have moved into Potter Manor and turned it into a love shack.” “You’re kidding.” Harry stared at Sirius in disbelief. “They were kinky bastards who believed in free love. Your mother hated that the Potter clan had been decimated by Dragon Pox and wanted to help James rebuild it. The fun way.” Sirius rolled his eyes fondly. “They once had a bet on who could get more girls to kiss them in one night. My memory of that party is hazy but I’m pretty sure James lost.” “I… I didn’t need that information about them, Sirius!” Harry groaned. “I’m just saying. They were strong because they worked together as a team. Don’t look at this as you taking care of Padma and Daphne. It’s a two-way street. You look after them and they give you strength.” “And Voldemort?” “If you put your life on hold because of him he’s already won, Harry. You can’t let fear dictate how you act.” Harry nodded, raising an eyebrow when Sirius’ lips curled into a playful smile. “Besides, I’ve met Miss Greengrass’ mother. If that girl is even half as scary as Priscilla… Voldemort is going to shit his pants if he ever comes across her.” “Daphne can be terrifying when she wants to be,” Harry admitted with a grin. “She threatened to chop off Draco’s dick and feed it to the kobolds in the pen behind Hagrid’s hut yesterday.” “I have a feeling me and her are going to get along very well.” Sirius smiled. “Best of luck for tonight, Harry.” “I thought you’d tell me I’m making a mistake. Ron certainly seems to think so.” “Why?” “Because he thinks a Slytherin can’t be trusted. I spend nearly every night with her… I tell her everything. He thinks I’m an idiot.” “My cousin was a Slytherin. Tonks’ mother. She married a Muggleborn named Ted. When my father threatened to have him killed she told him she’d burn the Grimmauld Place down if someone from the family so much as looked at Ted. Not every Slytherin is evil, Harry. If Ron thinks that is the case it’s an incredibly childish way to look at the world. Do you trust Daphne?” Harry nodded silently. “Good. If you like them and they like you… nothing else matters. Nobody else matters. Not even I get a say in who you love, okay?” “Thanks, Sirius,” Harry said softly. “Anytime, kiddo. Have a good night.” Sirius winked. “Goodnight,” Harry whispered as Sirius faded out of view and the mirror returned to normal. Harry walked out into the thankfully empty dormitory and set the mirror down on his nightstand. He knew Neville was in the Common Room playing Exploding Snap with Ginny and Luna, Dean was on a date with Parvati, and Seamus was off with Fred and George. He didn’t know where Ron was, which was just as well. He didn’t need another lecture from the redhead. He and Daphne belonged together, he knew that in his gut, even if he couldn’t explain why. As for Padma, Harry couldn’t believe his best friend was still upset about what had happened during the Yule Ball. Especially since he was the one who was in the wrong! Harry walked back into the bathroom and shaved before taking a quick shower. He changed into a black shirt and jeans that Daphne had bought for him during their last Hogsmeade date. Once he was ready he grabbed his bag from the bed and climbed down the stairs to the crowded and noisy Common Room. He slipped out into the seventh-floor hallway before anyone could notice him and made his way to the Room of Requirement. Binding, then dinner, he reminded himself. He had read Padma’s book from cover to cover over the past month. It had awakened something dormant in him, something he didn’t even know existed until he delved head-first into the world of submission and magic. A shiver ran down his spine as the memory of the first time he had spanked Padma sprang up in his mind. Daphne had recorded the experience and they had saved the pictures in an album hidden in the bottom of his trunk. He was already rock-hard by the time he reached the door opposite the tapestry of Barnaby and the trolls. He pushed it open and walked inside, adjusting his jeans to hide the rapidly growing tent in his crotch. The Room of Requirement had been completely transformed. Instead of a classroom it now looked like a very large bedroom. It was shrouded in darkness, with the only source of light being a small fire flickering in the fireplace set into a wall. A large bed with white sheets occupied most of the room. The rest of the space was filled with a vanity, two nightstands on either side of the bed, and a large couch placed in front of the fireplace. Padma and Daphne were standing next to the bed, whispering furiously. Daphne was wearing black robes while Padma was still in her Hogwarts uniform. Harry frowned. “Hey,” he said, his frown turning into a smile as Padma squeaked in surprise before running to him and jumping into his arms. “I was worried I’d be late,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest for a hug. “We got here just five minutes ago. Daph and I got the room ready while we waited for you,” Padma whispered. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and slowly peppered his tanned skin with kisses. “Missed you.” “I missed you too, pumpkin. Are we still having the ritual?” “Mhm. Unless you changed your mind?” Padma asked, chewing her lower lip nervously. “No… no! I just asked because you said you had to wear something special for it but you’re still in your Hogwarts uniform.” “That’s because I’m not binding myself to you today. Daphne is,” Padma explained as she pulled away. “She has spent the entire month making sure you focus on me and my needs. She has sacrificed her time with you to ensure we grow closer. She’s taken care of me and now I want to do the same for her.” “She doesn’t look like she wants it, sweet flower,” Harry murmured, glancing at Daphne. “She doesn’t have to be bound to me or be a part of my coven for all three of us to be together, you know?” “I want it. Merlin, I want it,” Daphne spoke up before Padma could say anything. She fidgeted nervously for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and continuing. “I didn’t say anything because you’re not supposed to want it. Well, I’m not. It’s considered presumptuous and arrogant for a woman to demand her husband bind her to him.” Harry exchanged a glance with Padma who giggled and pulled away from him. Everyone thought she was the shy one and while that was absolutely true in public, she found that she didn’t have a problem voicing her desires when they were alone with Harry. Daphne on the other hand… Even Padma didn’t know what her best friend wanted. Daphne had taken part in everything they had done without truly participating and hadn’t slept with Harry yet. “Not your husband, remember?” Harry whispered as he walked over to stand in front of Daphne. “You will be, one day,” Daphne murmured. She gulped and timidly looked up at Harry through her thick lashes. “I don’t want to make a mistake right at the beginning of our courtship. You’ve said you want to bind Padma to you several times now. You never said anything about me,” Daphne said, playing with her hands nervously. “I didn’t know you wanted to bond with me.” “I do. I do!” Daphne took another deep breath. “I’m just worried. For a successful bond, we have to share a bed. Which is a euphemism for-” “Fucking.” Daphne nodded. “We can wait if you’re not ready, Daphne.” “It’s not that!” Daphne protested. “What if I’m shit at it?! Padma has all these amazing fantasies and all I’ve been taught is to lie on my back. I was drunk and even then I could barely give you a proper blowjob and I have to be sober for this and-” Harry gently cupped Daphne’s pink cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss, cutting her off mid-sentence. “You are amazing. You are never this scared when you’re with me and Padma,” Harry whispered against her lips. “It’s different with Padma. I know what she wants. I… I don’t know what I want. And I’m worried you’ll hate spending time with me… like that,” Daphne admitted shyly. Harry sighed and pulled her head into his chest, letting her melt in his arms. “Daphne?” Harry whispered, kissing her head. “Yes, darling?” The whispered endearment slipped out without much conscious thought. She felt safe with him. She didn’t have to worry about being perfect. She didn’t have to analyze everything she said and did. She could be herself and that was enough for him. When she was with him it felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. “I want to bind you to me. I want you to be a part of my coven.” Daphne bit her lip hard enough to draw blood to stop herself from giggling. “I would be honored, Lord Potter,” she replied formally, trying her best to maintain her composure. “You’ll need to change. The book says you need to wear white.” “No need. She’s ready,” Padma said cheerfully. She had retrieved the book from Harry’s bag but stayed silent, giving Daphne the space she needed to bare her heart to Harry. “Just take off her cloak.” Padma moved to stand next to the couple and opened the book, flipping through the pages until she reached the section with the incantations for the binding ritual. “I’m ready,” she said, shivering with excitement. Daphne pulled her arms behind her back and locked them in place by grabbing her right wrist with her left hand. She tilted her head to lock her eyes with Harry, giving him easy access to undo the clasp holding her cloak together. “Are you sure?” “Do you know what I was thinking about when I finally cast my first Patronus yesterday, Harry?” Daphne asked, not answering his question directly. “The memory I used was of our first morning together. The day I stole your jersey and spent the entire morning walking around the castle with ‘Potter’ emblazoned on my back. I finally felt like I had found my place in the world.” Harry smiled and reached out to undo the clasp of her cloak. The dark fabric slid down her body and pooled around her ankles. He could have sworn his heart stopped when he stepped away and took in the vision that was his girlfriend. She wore a transparent white shift that extended from her shoulders to her ankles but covered absolutely nothing. The sheer fabric clung to her curves, highlighting her perfect hourglass figure. Her heavy breasts strained against the nightgown and rosy nipples poked out through the thin cloth. As usual, her makeup was perfect but understated. Mascara to highlight her smoky gray eyes and ruby red lipstick to make her plump lips pop and make sure people didn’t forget about their connection. Her golden hair was arranged in an elaborate but messy bun, with stray curls perfectly framing her face. “Take a step back, Harry,” Padma ordered, her voice quivering with suppressed anticipation. “You need to stand in your rune circle.” Harry nodded and moved to stand in the middle of the runes drawn on the stone floor with black paint. Daphne looked down to make sure she was standing in her own circle before returning her attention to Harry. “Who comes here to be bound?” “I, Daphne Greengrass. I willingly submit myself, accepting the power and responsibility that comes with binding my core to another.” “Who wishes to bind you?” “I do,” Harry answered. “I vow to take Daphne with an open heart, to accept her in my coven and give her all the powers and responsibilities that come with it.” “Kneel, Daphne Greengrass.” Daphne gracefully sank to her knees and lowered her gaze, submitting herself to Harry’s authority in thought and action. “Raise your left hand and place it on Harry's right.” Both of them silently obeyed the instruction and watched as Padma tied a black ribbon around their wrists, binding them together. “Do you surrender your core to this man, Daphne?” Harry gently squeezed Daphne’s hand, giving her the courage to speak. “I do,” Daphne answered, her voice barely a whisper. “Do you accept?” “I do,” Harry murmured. Padma took a deep breath and began the incantation. The ribbon binding their wrists together glowed before it shifted and snaked around Harry’s right wrist, expanding into a bracelet. Seven golden rings appeared around it, standing in stark contrast to the pitch-black bracelet. A red leash made entirely from shimmering light shot out from the first ring and flowed towards Daphne until it reached her neck. Daphne sighed. A warm feeling enveloped her and she had to struggle to keep her eyes open as the magic created a maroon collar around her neck. She froze in shock as a rush of power the likes of which she had never felt before enveloped her, tapping into her core and forming a connection between herself and Harry. The presence retreated after a few seconds, leaving only a pleasant buzzing in the back of her head. They were both breathless by the time Padma finished the incantation and shut the book. “How do you feel?” she asked, carefully returning the book to Harry’s bag. “Lighter,” Harry murmured with a frown. The prickly feeling in his scar that had been his constant companion since his return from the graveyard had vanished during the ceremony and even after it had returned it didn’t feel as bad as it had previously. The change was tiny but noticeable. “Like something is gone.” “Is that bad?” Daphne asked nervously. She suddenly wished she had read the entire book before lending it to Harry. She trusted Padma enough to know that the Ravenclaw hadn’t made a mistake but maybe she and Harry just weren’t meant to be? “Are we incompatible?” “If you were, the ritual wouldn’t have been successful. That bond is remarkably strong. The book says that the connection is barely visible in most cases.” Padma nodded at the leash connecting Daphne to Harry’s wrist. “What Harry is feeling is not necessarily bad. This was a merger of souls in some ways. Maybe the connection removed something undesirable in Harry.” Harry nodded. “Just like my nightmares. I don’t have them whenever I spend the night with you or Daph.” “What’s interesting is the seven rings. Seven is a very powerful number. For that to be the optimal amount of people in your coven is… interesting,” Padma whispered. The look on her face was eerily similar to the one Hermione had when she was thinking furiously. “I have to bond with six other people?!” Padma giggled. “You don’t have to do anything. So many people go through life without binding with anyone. Seven partners is what is perfect for you. Any less and you’re not as powerful as you can be. More, and you’re straining your core and soul,” Padma explained with a teasing smile. “I thought you read the entire book!” “I might have skipped certain portions.” “You mean you read the kinky bits and skipped the parts with the boring rituals.” Padma leaned up and kissed Harry’s cheek. “Luckily for you, I read the entire thing.” “The color of the connection signifies something, right?” Daphne finally found her voice. She had been transported to her happy place as the strength of the connection grew, her mind floating away in Subspace. “Mhm.” Padma nodded. “Red is the color of power. You will be a true partner to Harry, his rock and the hidden source of his strength in the fights to come. The leash, the collar, and the bracelet will disappear until Harry calls for them. While it’s active you will both be more powerful than you normally are since your cores will be connected. Daphne will feel everything you are feeling, Harry. The bond cannot be severed by normal magic but while it’s active Daphne cannot be too far from you.” Harry and Daphne nodded in understanding. “What now?” Harry asked, resisting the urge to adjust his jeans. His cock was throbbing in his pants, straining painfully against the denim trying to keep it contained. “Only members of your coven are allowed to be here while you complete the bond. Since I am not one yet, I will go grab us some food from the kitchens.” Padma walked over to Daphne and bent to kiss her cheek. She kissed Harry softly and whispered the last instruction to him before she left, humming happily as she shut the door behind her. Daphne kept staring at Harry with a mixture of lust and affection until his soft voice broke her free of her reverie. “Padma told me that my seed has to mix with your blood in your rune circle to seal the bond. Otherwise, it’ll wither away in a few hours.” “Oh.” Daphne’s blush deepened. Harry nodded. “I’ll prick your finger with my wand. Then we can move to the fun part of the ritual.” Harry grinned and gestured at the massive bulge in his pants, enjoying the pretty blush coating Daphne’s alabaster cheeks as she stared at his erection. “Or…” Daphne trailed off, trying to gather her courage. She took a deep breath and continued in a voice that was barely audible. “You can take my flower right here.” “Daph are you-” Daphne nodded. “I don’t have any firewhiskey so I’ll probably be awkward and boring. My tutor taught me how to dethrone a Minister but not how to seduce the man I like. At least, not while I’m sober.” Daphne bit her lip in a way that caused Harry’s cock to twitch in his pants. He groaned softly. The connection glowed and Daphne gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot down her spine. Harry grinned. “Then I’ll just have to seduce the girl I like instead. Tell me if it’s working,” he said with a playful wink. Daphne watched with wide eyes as he slowly started to unbutton his shirt, her eyes feasting on his firm chest. The pale scars littering his tanned skin only added to his aura as a warrior and Daphne felt a sliver of wetness snake down her thigh as she watched him take off his shirt. She knew her shameless staring was not proper but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him as he peeled his pants off his legs and kicked them away, leaving him wearing only gray boxers. She licked her dry lips, her eyes lowering to the massive bulge in his underpants. It suddenly felt much different and far more real now that she knew it was for her and not Padma. The leash glowed and pulsed as Harry stepped closer, a constant reminder of their bond and what it signified. She never wanted the collar’s reassuring pressure on her neck to disappear. “What are you thinking, my little viper?” Harry asked, kneeling in front of her. The nickname caused a needy whine to escape her lips. Her arousal acted just like the alcohol had, lowering her inhibitions and giving her the courage to be truthful. “I was wondering if you’d buy me a collar,” she said shyly, the pretty blush coating her cheeks returning. “Unless you plan to keep the connection active at all times.” “That’d be somewhat impractical.” “It would.” Even as she agreed a small, irrational part of her mind demanded that was exactly what they do. His warm presence in her mind was intoxicating. She could feel his excitement and his burning desire to claim her. She shivered, her nipples hardening and poking through the thin fabric of her gown, begging for attention. “Daddy!” Daphne gasped loudly as Harry scooted inside the circle and pulled her into his lap. “What did you call me?” Daphne groaned and hid her face in the crook of his neck, expecting his desire to be replaced by disgust any second. She was certain the term had slipped out a few times during their month-long courtship but it had always been whispered in passing and Harry had either been too distracted to notice or she had been able to pass it off as something else. Not something she could do when they were alone and his attention was focused on her. “I’m sorry! I know I’m weird and I usually keep it in check but you called me your little viper and-” Daphne stopped mid-ramble as she felt Harry’s chest rumble. “Why are you laughing?!” “We’re all a little weird, Daphne. I mean, Padma wants me to fuck her every time we’re in the library. We did it in the Forbidden Section two days ago. Is that what you want to call me?” “I feel safe with you,” Daphne explained, locking her legs around his waist and settling in his lap. His cock brushed against her thigh. “Protected. When I’m with you I don’t have to worry about others. I can be myself. I just… yes. I would like to call you that,” Daphne whispered. She bit her lip to stifle her moan. Harry had pulled her gown under her large bust, her heavy breasts bouncing as they were freed. “I want to hear it again.” Harry’s hand shifted to her hair, freeing it from the bun. Her blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders and down her back and she moaned quietly as Harry ran a hand through her hair, tugging on it playfully. She was forced to arch her back and look up at the ceiling, exposing her neck and chest to Harry. “Daddy,” Daphne whispered. Harry’s hands shifted to her hips, pulling her dress up her legs and bunching it around her waist. He didn’t seem to have the patience to undress her fully and Daphne wasn’t going to stop him, not when she could feel his discomfort throbbing in the back of her mind. Her trembling fingers dug into the waistband of his boxers. Harry lifted himself with her still in his lap with ease, allowing her to pull the boxers down his legs. “Fuck,” he hissed, groaning softly as his cock sprang free. The relief she felt through their connection caused another gush of wetness to leak out of her slick slit. Harry’s cock twitched as a drop of arousal splattered onto his sensitive tip. The sweet-smelling liquid turned into a trickle as it ran down the length of his shaft. Harry’s fingers sank into the soft skin of her hips with enough force to bruise, keeping her pinned in place. “Louder, love.” “D-daddy!” Daphne moaned, her eyes fixed on the glowing leash connecting the collar around her neck to Harry’s wrist. The trickle from her pink folds turned into a flood and drops of her arousal slammed onto Harry’s throbbing manhood, the loud PLOPS echoing around the room. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she watched her wetness coat Harry’s cock but she had never been as aroused as she was at that moment. “Good girl,” Harry hissed, gently lowering her and aligning her wet slit with his cock. Daphne whined, his quiet praise pushing her deep into Subspace. She timidly grasped his shoulders for support. Her breathing grew heavy as Harry lowered her onto his slick shaft, his tip splitting the plump lips that guarded the entrance to her pink folds. He slowly pushed inside her, stretching the walls of her virgin pussy to their limits. “Do you remember your safeword?” Harry asked. He slowly lowered her on his shaft, giving her the time she needed to adjust to the massive girth pushing inside her tight pussy. Her walls fluttered and massaged his cock as he slid deeper into her belly. He paused the second he encountered resistance. His tip pushed against her intact curtain and Daphne could feel his burning desire to claim her through their bond. Daphne bit her lip and moaned as the pressure growing in her breasts finally released and trickles of milky wetness leaked out of her stiff rosy peaks and streamed down her flat stomach. A gentle tug on her leash made her look at Harry. “What do you want me to do, my perfect viper?” “I want you to claim me,” Daphne whispered. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, pressing worshiping kisses to the tanned skin of his shoulder and neck. “HARRY!” She couldn’t help the scream that escaped her lips when Harry pushed her down on his cock without warning. Her vision darkened as a sharp stinging pain shot up her spine, her ears filled with the echoes of her shriek bouncing off the walls of the room. Harry kept pushing deeper and before long the burning of her stretched walls turned into an extremely pleasant ache. His quiet grunts spurred her to bear down on his length and she pressed her thighs together, increasing the pressure of her walls on his shaft. “Daphne…” Harry breathed, struggling to stay in control. “I can feel you,” Daphne whispered in wonderment, gazing at her lover through half-lidded eyes. His shaft brushed against her G-spot and she moaned loudly. “You feel so good!” She could feel a small stream of blood snake down her leg and drip onto the runes below. The carefully drawn symbols glowed and the connection between them pulsed as it grew more powerful. Harry gripped her hips harder, drawing out a needy groan from her lips. Daphne started to grind against his crotch, allowing him to bounce her up and down on his throbbing manhood. She gripped his shoulders tightly as he pulled her up until only his tip was inside her before pushing her down on his shaft, her lips curving into a perfect ‘O’ as he impaled her. “Oh, Morgana!” Daphne was delirious with pleasure. She squealed when Harry bent and captured her nipple between his teeth, tugging on it gently. He started to suck lazily even as he bounced her on his cock and Daphne saw stars. She was being utterly ruined by Harry Potter and was loving every second of it. Harry had soon established a steady rhythm and was breathing heavily within minutes, his entire attention focused on keeping control. His lips and teeth attacked Daphne’s aching nipples with a fervor, nipping, tugging, and sucking until the girl was overwhelmed with pleasure. The room was filled with echoes of her needy moans and his quiet grunts; and with the sounds of her firm bum slapping against his thighs with every bounce. “H-harry!” Daphne could feel the coil in the pit of her belly tighten. “Please,” she begged. Harry kept sucking on her rosy peak, greedily lapping up the sweet nectar leaking out of it. “Please!” She didn’t know if it was the bond or her innate desire to be his perfect princess but she knew she couldn’t, wouldn’t cum without his permission. The coil kept tightening and soon the pressure was so bad she was convinced she’d explode. “Please, daddy!” Daphne screamed hoarsely, desperately humping against him. “Let me cum, please! I’ll be good!” “Will you ever think that you’re not good enough for me again?” Harry growled. He was breathing heavily and struggling to stop himself from going over the edge. His balls tightened and his cock twitched inside her tight pussy, his body begging him to let go and fill her with his cum. “Nuh-uh!” “Good girl. Cum for me,” Harry murmured, pushing her down on his shaft one last time. The sound of her asscheeks slapping against his thighs was drowned out by Daphne’s shriek as she came. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped against Harry, exhausted and spent. Her walls clamped down on Harry’s shaft, preventing him from pulling out of her. Harry captured her lips in a passionate kiss as he exploded in her. He coaxed her tongue into a playful duel and his hands massaged her sore breasts, all while filling her aching pussy with his cum. They were locked in a perfect embrace and neither wanted to pull away until the need for air finally won out. Harry slowly withdrew, chuckling breathlessly at Daphne’s needy whine. He gently pulled her free off his cock, holding her in place as his seed leaked out of her gaping pussy and streamed down the creamy skin of her thighs before finally splattering on the runes below him. His cum intermingled with her blood and the runes glowed for a brief second as the ritual was completed. The magic had sealed their bond and they were one. Daphne snuggled into Harry’s chest, consumed with pleasure and utterly spent. They stayed like that for a few minutes, both of them silently enjoying the other’s presence. “What’re you thinking?” Daphne whispered, finally breaking the silence. “Can’t you tell?” “I can’t read your thoughts.” Daphne yawned and kissed Harry’s chest, right over his heart. “Just what you’re feeling right now.” “And what am I feeling?” Daphne concentrated on their connection. “Happy. Very happy. Also-” She paused and giggled before playfully slapping his chest. “I can’t feel my legs, Harry. You’d better wait for Padma to come back if you want to go for round two.” Sirius knew he was taking a big risk but he was tired of being cooped up in the musty house with only his mother’s delightful company. Besides, what fun was life without a little adventure? He had carefully altered his appearance and chosen the seediest part of Knockturn, an area populated by thieves, smugglers, and other lowlifes. They were not the kind of people who would go running to the Ministry even if they suspected something was off about him. “Glenn’s Firewhiskey.” Sirius leaned on the grimy countertop of the bar and glanced at the single bottle on the top shelf behind the disinterested bartender. “That’s a bold choice.” Sirius didn’t bother turning around. He supposed buying the most expensive alcohol in the house was definitely something that would draw someone’s attention but it was too late to change his order now. “I’m celebrating. My-” He paused. “My son did something unexpected. I’m very proud of him.” Not exactly a lie. He thought of Harry as his son and Harry had indeed done something truly inspiring. In the perfect world, he’d be in Hogsmeade, having a drink with his godson and meeting his girlfriends. The hooded stranger walked up to the counter and leaned on it next to him. She (for he realized it was a woman once she was next to him) pushed the bottle of firewhiskey back towards the bartender. Why was her voice so familiar? “Get us some scotch. Your finest.” The hooded figure pushed herself onto the stool next to him with a quiet grunt. “After all, a friend once told me firewhiskey is for novices and James, because that man has many skills but handling alcohol, isn’t one of them.” Sirius froze as Amelia slowly pushed the hood down from her head. Unlike him, she hadn’t bothered to change her appearance and more than one person in the pub recognized who she was and made a hasty exit out of the bar. “I don’t drink scotch anymore,” Sirius said, his voice barely a whisper. “I suppose with age and children comes moderation. Which unfortunate lass did you knock up?” Amelia asked, pouring herself a drink. “Didn’t even think it was possible after such a long stint in Azkaban.” “I was talking about my godson,” Sirius admitted. “He’s my heir, you know. As good as my son.” “Ah. Yes, he is a truly remarkable man, is he not?” Amelia poured another glass. “Perhaps you can drink scotch just this once so we can toast to his health and safety.” Sirius picked up the glass and clinked it with hers before taking a small sip. “How’d you find me?” “I thought your first question would be about Azkaban.” “You’re either here to drag me back to that place or you’re not.” Sirius shrugged. He was tired of living like a rat. It felt good to have everything out in the open. “Either way there’s no point in me worrying about it. So, how’d you find me?” “I’m not here to arrest you. Wouldn’t have come alone if I was and I definitely wouldn’t be having a drink with you.” “Good to know. My mother will be disappointed.” Sirius laughed dryly. “I thought nobody would recognize me after the Polyjuice. I’m a Muggle banker apparently.” “Didn’t have to recognize you. When my Aurors sneak around and poke their noses in things that they shouldn’t it behooves me to have them followed to see what they’re up to. Imagine my surprise when Rollins tells me where they’ve been frequently visiting a random building in London. He didn’t know it hosts the city residence of the Black family but I still remember it. After all, my time there was so horrible it left a lasting impression on me. I asked myself, why are Tonks and Kingsley making frequent visits to Grimmauld Place?” “They’re not helping me.” Sirius felt he had to make clear that neither of them was an accomplice. “Oh, I know. They’re running around taking orders from Dumbledore. I don’t like it when my Aurors take orders from someone else.” “You’ll have to fire half the department then, Amy,” Sirius said with a quiet chuckle. “At least these two are doing it because they believe in something, not for money or access to Malfoy’s whorehouse.” Amelia nodded tightly. She knew the Auror department was also tainted with the web of corruption at the center of which was Lucius Malfoy. “So, you had people keep a watch on the house. The moment they told you someone unknown had left it you knew it was me and after that, well, it was a simple matter of following me.” “Nope.” Amelia drained her glass in a single gulp and coughed as the pleasant burn made its way down her throat. “I bribed Mundungus to inform me the moment you left the house and to tell me where you’d be going a few days ago. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity ever since.” Sirius snorted. “That little shit. I had to bribe him to keep his mouth shut about this little excursion of mine.” “It pays to have friends in the right places. Something else an old friend of mine taught me.” “Was this old friend dashingly handsome and amazing in bed?” Amelia’s lips quirked. “He had his charms but I’m sorry to say he was a terrible disappointment in bed.” Amelia chuckled when Sirius pouted and poured herself another glass. “I need your help.” “How do you know I’m innocent?” “I don’t.” Amelia shrugged. “Not for sure. But I figure thirty-six highly intelligent witches and wizards must have some reason to trust you. Plus, Harry keeps saying Pettigrew is alive. I refuse to believe that’s a coincidence. And from what I saw during his trial, that boy is many things but he’s not a liar and he’s definitely not off his rocker like the Minister claims. I can’t open an official investigation while I’m trapped between Fudge and Dumbledore so for now I’m choosing to believe the man I shared a bed with for over a year… that he isn’t capable of the things he’s accused of.” “Why approach me now? I’ve been out of Azkaban for over a year. I was behind bars for seventeen.” “I’ve always believed that the way they treated you was wrong. Packing you off to Azkaban without a trial was insane, even for Crouch. I have tried to help as much as I could given my situation. I’ve spent years rising through the Ministry and am finally secure enough to challenge Malfoy and Fudge openly but I can’t do it alone.” Amelia sighed. She was playing a dangerous game. She was powerful now, yes, but people often overestimated the extent of that power. She was a big fish but there were many, many sharks circling above her, waiting for her to make a mistake. “Do you really think I’m stupid enough to believe you’re in Nepal? I still keep feeding those reports to Fudge and send my most corrupt Aurors to have their asses frozen in the Himalayas.” “Why not join the Order?” “I don’t take orders from a man I don’t trust.” “He wasn’t responsible for Charles and Trudy’s deaths,” Sirius said softly. “Maybe not. But my brother died and a poor girl grew up without her parents because they trusted him. Forgive me for not making the same mistake, especially when Susie doesn’t have anyone else left in this world. She’s a sweet, gentle soul and she needs someone to protect her.” Sirius sighed and nodded. He understood where she was coming from because he knew he would also have made the same decision. If it ever came down to choosing between Dumbledore’s plans and Harry, he knew exactly what he’d choose. “What do you need from me, Amy?” “As I said, old friend, Susie needs someone to protect her.” The ritual has begun and the first bonding has occurred successfully; I wonder how the rest of them will go?! My Commissions are also open again so if you want me to write something for you, please get in touch with me! All chapters of this story are published as soon as they're written on my Patreon. 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Chapter 2 - Snake and Puppy

Content Warnings: BJs, Nipple Play, CMNF, Teasing, Breast Play, Cum Facial. “I’ve never-” Daphne paused and gulped. The unearned confidence the firewhiskey had given her was rapidly evaporating. “It’s okay,” Harry whispered, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “We can go slow.” “We don’t have the luxury to go slow,” Daphne growled. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her frayed nerves. In a perfect world, she’d have spent a year or more playing cat and mouse with the man she liked, dropping hints and letting him chase her until they finally started courting. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the privilege of living in a perfect world. “Why not?” Harry frowned. “What do you really want?” “Power.” Her answer didn’t surprise Harry. She was, after all, a Slytherin. The Sorting Hat had promised him greatness if he agreed to be sorted into Slytherin. Everyone always said that Slytherins valued power over everything else. Why would Daphne be any different? “Power,” Daphne whispered, seemingly having found her courage again. She stepped closer and pressed her half-naked body against his, leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck. Her stormy gray eyes were ablaze with determination. “I want the power to live the life I want. I want the power to not be a doll in my husband’s hands for the rest of my life.” Daphne paused and glanced at Padma. Harry followed her gaze, his lips curling into a small smile at the sight of the short Ravenclaw cuddling a pillow. “I want the power to keep Padma safe and happy.” “Why do you care about her so much?” “I…” Daphne huffed, her hot breath tickling Harry’s skin. “It’s hard to explain. We’re-” Daphne paused, thinking better than to say whatever was on her mind. “You don’t have the monopoly on questions, Harry,” Daphne murmured, deciding to change the topic. She raised an arm, gently pushing her hand through his messy black hair. “What do you want?” “I…” Harry’s breath hitched as he took in the small, playful smile dancing on her pink lips. “I don’t know,” he croaked, the tightness in his pants growing with every passing second. Her supple, curvy body pressing against him certainly wasn’t helping matters. “How do you expect to win when you don’t even know what you’re fighting for?” Daphne challenged softly. She kept playing with his hair, her body providing comfort while her words exposed him to just how ignorant he was of the world around him. “Are you fighting just because Dumbledore told you it was your fight?” “He killed my parents,” Harry growled, his temper flaring. “And defeating him will bring them back?” Daphne shifted her other hand to his chest, the gentle pressure on his skin immediately calming him. “You won’t find your motivation to fight by looking at the past. You’ll do it by thinking about your future. What do you want, Harry Potter? What do you need to protect from that man?” “My friends. Hermione,” Harry said, taking a shuddering breath after staying silent for a few seconds. “A… a family. Maybe a small cottage by the beach?” Daphne smiled. “Now you know what you’re fighting for. Tell me, do you think you’ll get all that by learning a few spells?” Harry wanted to hate her for her words, but even he couldn’t deny that she was simply speaking the truth. “No,” he whispered. Even if he became the greatest duelist on the planet there was no way he could take on the Death Eaters and their master without support. “Power is only useful if you learn how to wield it. You need to be more than just our teacher, Harry. You need to be our leader.” “I don’t have-” “Yes, you do. You’ve just been infected by Dumbledore’s fear of power and Ronald’s desire for an easy life.” “Power is-” “Just a tool. You-Know-Who uses his power to destroy lives. I once used mine to keep Padma safe. What you use yours for is up to you.” Daphne pulled away from him and looked around at the room, raising an eyebrow when the door of a small cabinet opened of its own accord to reveal the small Pensieve inside. “Come on. You need to get over this stupid fear of yours.” She wrapped her hand around his wrist and pulled him to the cabinet. He watched as she picked up her wand on the way to the Pensieve, using it to extract memory after memory from her temple. She deposited them all into the shimmering substance that was neither liquid nor gas before pushing her wand into the waistband of her skirt. “What do you want to show me?” “You’ll see.” As one they leaned over the cauldron. Harry closed his eyes and dunked his face inside. When he opened them they were standing in a compartment of the Hogwarts Express, staring at a younger Daphne paused in front of a closed door. “Please, no!” Daphne paused. She slowly turned and peeked into the compartment through the door window, rolling her eyes at the sight of Malfoy and his two cronies flanking a pretty girl who was scrambling to pick up loose papers scattered on the floor. “Why do I never run into him picking on people who can actually fight back?” Daphne muttered under her breath, her hand already on the door handle. She knew it was foolish to intervene, especially for a stranger. It was much wiser to keep her head down and not antagonize the asshole who would rule Slytherin for the next seven years. “Please don’t step on-” Daphne sighed and pulled open the door. “Boys,” she said coldly, ignoring the two morons surrounding the poor girl and leveling her gaze at Draco. “Leave her alone.” “Why?” Daphne resisted the urge to wipe the sneer off the Malfoy scion’s face. As much as she loved magic, her father had taught her that some things were better solved with good old-fashioned violence. A punch to the face was just as effective as a Stinging Hex and was infinitely more satisfying. “Because she’s mine. Go find your own toy.” “We can share.” Daphne forced herself not to recoil when he reached out and patted her arm. Quicker than either he or his two goons could react she grabbed his hand and twisted his arm behind his back, flipping him around and trapping him in a very painful hold. “I don’t share,” Daphne hissed. “And the only man who will ever have permission to touch me will be my husband. Try it again and lose the hand.” She released her hold on him and stepped to one side, allowing the humiliated boy to storm out of the compartment followed by his confused (and more than a little intimidated) cronies. “Thank you.” The girl on the floor looked up at Daphne through thick lashes. “I’m Padma-” “Don’t care.” Daphne cut her off coldly. “If any Slytherin gives you trouble tell them you belong to Daphne Greengrass. I’ll make it clear I’m the only one allowed to pick on you.” “Are you going to pick on me?” Padma shivered. She leaned over her papers protectively. “Just don’t destroy my research.” “I don’t bully people. I don’t plan to be that kind of Slytherin.” And with that she left, shutting the door behind her. “The Ice Queen has a heart,” Harry teased as mist surrounded them. Daphne’s cheeks were pink but she rolled her eyes at him. “Please. I just saw a chance to remind Malfoy of his place and I took it. What did you learn from this memory?” “That you’ll physically hurt anyone who tries to mess with Padma? Wait…” Harry paused and his eyes grew wide. “Is this why Ron was nursing a black eye the morning after the Yule Ball?” “Like I just said, I never give up any opportunity to put men with an overinflated sense of their importance in their place,” Daphne replied with a satisfied smile. “If your goal, if the reason you fight is to keep your friends safe, Harry, you need to forget the bullshit ideals Dumbledore keeps drip-feeding us. You can either keep your hands clean or you can keep your loved ones safe. If it came down to saving Hermione’s life and killing a Death Eater, what would you do?” “Kill the Death Eater,” Harry replied without hesitation. Daphne grinned. “There may be hope for you yet.” “You know, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin.” “Did he now?” Daphne mulled over the revelation as the Pensieve took them to her next memory. “I think that makes sense.” Harry was about to ask why but his attention was pulled away by the sight of Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise walking down the third-floor corridor. “Your puppy’s following us again,” Blaise smirked, utterly unfazed by Daphne’s glare. “She’s not my puppy.” “You can’t keep ignoring her forever. She’s been trying to talk to you for nearly three months now.” “I don’t ignore her. She never actually talks to me.” “Yeah, because you glare at her until she runs away.” “I told her to stay away from me,” Daphne grumbled under her breath. It was safer for Padma to be as far from Slytherins as possible. Malfoy’s pride still hadn’t recovered, especially after Potter had royally snubbed him as well. Her protection only did so much to keep the sweet Ravenclaw safe from the evil git. “Maybe she just wants to be friends.” “I don’t need more friends, Trace. I already have you two idiots to take care of.” Daphne sighed. “You two go ahead,” she murmured, gesturing in the direction of the Great Hall. “This won’t take long.” She waited for them to round the corner before she turned, her gaze softening just a bit. “Padma. What do you want?” she asked, walking up to the Ravenclaw. “Oh. Uhm… well, just… thank you?” Padma squeaked and pushed a box into Daphne’s hands. “What’re these?” “Chocolates. My aunty is a chocolatier and makes her own. They’re really tasty,” Padma murmured, wringing her hands nervously. “She sends me a box every month.” “Why are you giving them to me?” “To thank you for what you did on the train.” “Alright. You’re welcome. I appreciate this but we’re never going to be friends, Padma. Now, live up to your House, do the wise thing, and stay away from me.” “So, that was a lie,” Harry murmured as the mist enveloped them once more. “I didn’t know it at the time. I honestly didn’t think we’d be friends. I wanted to keep her innocence as far away from the taint of Slytherin as possible.” Daphne shrugged. “Didn’t work.” “Is it that bad?” “Slytherin?” “Yeah.” “There’s a sickness in my House, Harry. I don’t know how to fix it, so I do whatever is necessary to keep my friends and my sister safe.” Their surroundings reformed again and they were in the library. “Hey, puppy.” Daphne didn’t bother looking up from the parchment on the table. She bit her lip to hide a smile as the chair next to her scraped across the stone floor. A skirt rustled as Padma flopped on the chair and leaned into Daphne’s side. “How was the Ball?” “Horrible. I don’t want to talk about it,” Padma mumbled. “I don’t want to say I told you so, but I did tell you not to go with Weasley.” “My sister snagged the person I wanted to ask. They’re in the abandoned classroom on the first floor she uses for hookups. I saw her pull him up the stairs.” Daphne frowned at the hurt in her friend’s voice. “You’re an idiot.” “What, why?!” “You picked the wrong sister to take to the Ball. I saw how miserable you looked the two weeks you were shagging Parvati.” “I…” Harry shrugged. She was right but he didn’t want to admit it so he turned his attention back to the memory. “… he’s not.” “He will,” Daphne replied, turning to Padma with a reassuring smile. “I think he’s a moron with questionable taste but you like him for some reason and I’m sure he’ll come around.” “Nobody will pick me over my sister,” Padma mumbled with a dejected shrug. “I don’t even know how to kiss.” “Maybe you can find a book that’ll teach you,” Daphne teased, carefully rolling up the parchment on deadly poisons she was studying. She deposited it in her bag and turned to face Padma. “I can’t learn kissing from a book!” Padma exclaimed, her dark, plump lips pursed into an enticing pout. “It’s not that complicated.” Daphne leaned forward and gently cupped Padma’s cheeks. “You just wrap your arms around his neck, lean up, and-” Daphne pressed her lips against Padma’s for a chaste kiss, playfully nipping at her lower lip before pulling away. “You’ve kissed someone before?” Padma asked breathlessly, her fingers ghosting over her tingling lips. As far as first kisses went, hers was absolutely perfect. “Nope. I told you my parents hired an etiquette tutor for me last summer. Her job is to prepare me for marriage and apparently, I’ll have to kiss my husband on occasion. She gave me a few tips.” Daphne pushed the chair away from the table and stood. “Come on,” she said, grabbing Padma’s wrist and pulling her to her feet. “Where are we going?!” “We are going to chop Weasley’s balls off with a rusty butter knife then I’m taking you dancing. Tracey told me the Weird Sisters start playing after midnight.” “How badly did you hurt Ron? He spent an entire day in bed.” “Just hexed him,” Daphne replied with a grin. She shifted closer to Harry as her next memory took them to her father’s office. Daphne was seated on a chair in front of a large, ornate oak desk. Seated behind it was her father, a tall, thin man with gray hair and an aristocratic bearing. “Is all of it true?” Daphne paled when her father nodded grimly. “I had hoped-” “As had I,” Cyrus Greengrass replied with a quiet sigh. “Although it was foolish to trust the Daily Prophet over Potter, even in our hopes. Anyone with half a brain can see the boy has no reason to lie. The Minister on the other hand…” Daphne nodded. Fudge was a useful puppet for powerful members of the Wizengamot but they’d toss him out on his ass at the first hint of a real threat. She pushed down the knot in her throat. “Was it Malfoy?” “Not directly, no.” Cyrus steepled his fingers together and rested his chin on them. “He proposed a marriage alliance and heavily hinted that it would be unwise and unsafe to turn it down.” “What did you tell him?” “I told him Tori is too young to be entertaining marriage proposals.” Panic gripped Daphne’s heart. “He wants Tori?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, no. You can’t say yes,” she begged when her father nodded. “I don’t plan to. But we need to choose a side, my dear,” Cyrus sighed. He slowly poured himself a glass of whiskey, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid filling the crystal tumbler. “Our family survived the last war because your grandfather threaded a fine line of neutrality and had strength in numbers. Now the ones who stood with us are either dead or picking sides themselves. I won’t comment on the morality of what he did but he kept us safe. That’s my job now.” “And mine, as your heir.” Daphne straightened, her face stony. “Duty before self.” Daphne nodded. “When do you plan to meet Amelia Bones?” “You seem awfully confident about the side we’ll pick, my dear.” Daphne’s lips curled into a small smile. “Mother is convinced you have an annoying sense of morality that’ll prevent you from joining that band of murderous psychopaths.” “Your mother is correct in that, as she is in most things,” Cyrus chuckled quietly. “We didn’t love each other when we got married, you know?” he added softly. “Respect and mutual admiration was quick but love… love came much later.” Daphne nodded stiffly. She knew her father well enough to know what he was trying to say. Her father didn’t trust Dumbledore. Far too many families had been destroyed because they had put their faith in his honeyed words. Which meant they needed to find other allies and the easiest way to do that was through marriage. Duty before self, she reminded herself. “Do I still have the year?” “Yes. Your mother and I are searching for suitable matches, but we would not be opposed if you found someone by yourself either.” Daphne nodded and pushed the chair away from the table. “Daphne?” Cyrus called out as she stood. He waited for her to turn around before he continued. “Have you ever considered courting Potter himself? My spy tells me he held his own against the Dark Lord. If that is true and I have no reason to believe my spy is lying; that boy has unimaginable amounts of raw, untapped power and we can help him reach his true potential.” Daphne bit her lip. Even if her father’s suggestion made a lot of sense, she could not, would not betray her friend. “No.” “Daphne-” Duty before self, she reminded herself again. “I’m sorry, but no. Not him,” Daphne said, cutting her father off before he could say anything else. “I’ll pick someone from the list of names you give me after my OWLs,” Daphne said and fled the office. “My father was the one who planted the seed. After that conversation, I couldn’t get you out of my head, especially once I started attending DA meetings. Just one more memory left,” Daphne whispered. She leaned against Harry and rested her head on his shoulder as the mist enveloped them once more. Once it dissipated Harry realized they were in the Room of Requirement, looking at Daphne’s memory of one of the earliest meetings of the DA. “You’re too stiff,” Harry murmured, gently placing his hands on Daphne’s waist and helping her adopt the perfect dueling position. Opposite her stood Padma, watching the scene with a small smile. Tracey and Blaise were paired with each other and were next to them, both staring at Daphne with wide eyes. “Got it,” Daphne murmured, her pink cheeks thankfully obscured by the dim blue light illuminating the room. Harry smiled and nodded before leaving. Her eyes followed his retreating form and she was far too distracted to throw up a PROTEGO to stop Padma’s hex. It slammed into her chest and she landed on the mountain of pillows behind her with a quiet groan. The mist rippled and the scene shifted to the seventh-floor hallway outside the Room of Requirement. Padma was walking down the corridor with Daphne, looking at her massage her chest with a small smile. “You can admit that you like him. You always freeze whenever he’s close by,” Padma teased, bumping her shoulder against Daphne’s. “I don’t like him.” Try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to sound convincing. “I think you’re projecting Padma. YOU like him.” “I do,” Padma admitted with a quiet giggle. “But you do too. He could be a good husband, you know? I bet your parents will have no objections to you securing a match with him.” “I’m not… you’re the one who’s going to marry him and have disgustingly cute babies, puppy.” “You know, we can like the same man. That’s alright. We love each other, right? Why can’t we like the same man too?” “Because… uh… that’s not how things work?” Daphne muttered, stumped for the first time in her life. “Have you been reading that book again?” “It’s fascinating. Did you know powerful wizards and witches throughout history have had covens to support them? I was raised by two mothers myself. Merlin was rumored to have had a coven of ninety witches and wizards although I think that number is wildly exaggerated.” “Are you saying-” “Harry’s certainly powerful enough to have a coven of two witches, right?” Padma asked with a conspiratorial giggle. Daphne blinked. A quintessential Ravenclaw solution to a difficult problem. “That’s certainly an out-of-the-box solution.” “I like him. I like you. This way, I don’t have to choose,” Padma murmured, yawning softly. She gently grasped Daphne’s hand and threaded their fingers together, resting her head on the Slytherin’s shoulder. “And I don’t have to worry about you having to marry someone like Malfoy,” she whispered, kissing Daphne’s shoulder. “I’ll think of a plan.” “Not yet,” Padma said quietly. “I want someone else to take me to Hogsmeade a few times before we try anything with Harry. I want to have some experience so he doesn’t think I’m a complete idiot.” “I’d say your massive collection of steamy romance novels is more than enough to teach you everything you need to know.” Padma blushed and decided to deflect attention away from a discussion about her reading habits. “What’s your biggest fantasy?” “I’m sorry, what?!” “I just told you mine. It’s us three, all together. It’s only fair that you tell me yours.” Padma pouted, looking up at Daphne with big brown puppy dog eyes. “You’re a fucking brat,” Daphne muttered, rolling her eyes. “Promise not to laugh?” “Pinky swear,” Padma said, locking her pinky with Daphne’s. “I uh… You know that thing he does where he grabs your hips?” Padma giggled and nodded. “I want him to grab mine and throw me over his shoulder. I want him to deposit me on his desk, wrap his hand around my throat, and tell me I’m his,” Daphne whispered, biting her lip. “What next?” Padma asked, her breathing growing heavy. “Well, in my dream we uh… we negotiated?” “Negotiated?!” “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!” “I’m not!” Padma exclaimed, struggling to wipe the smile from her face. “What’d you negotiate about?” “Our relationship. I was going to teach him about Wizengamot and he promised to take me to watch a Muggle movie,” Daphne mumbled, her cheeks pink. “I uh… I told him I’d call him sir and he said… he said he’d call me princess.” “You-” Daphne grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him out of the memory. He landed on the hard stone floor with a quiet grunt, his arms immediately reaching out to break Daphne’s fall and pull her into his lap. “Why did you show me all of that?” Harry asked, reaching out to caress her pink cheek with his thumb. “You asked me why I cared so much about Padma. You wanted to know why I’m in such a hurry. Showing it to you seemed easier than trying to explain everything. Me and Pads… we’re a package deal, Harry. I can teach you how to use your power and she can give you the family you want.” “Is this the negotiation from your fantasy?” Harry teased. Daphne glared at him. “I’m being serious, Potter,” she growled, slapping his chest. “In return you protect my family and keep Padma happy.” “This is a horribly transactional way to start a relationship,” Harry muttered with a frown. “I have a crush on you. So does Padma. Love, if it comes, takes time. For now, given our situation, attraction and respect have to be enough.” Daphne shrugged. “This is how I was raised, Harry. If you want a proposal with roses and poetry I’m not the girl for you.” Harry leaned closer and pressed his lips against hers for a chaste kiss. “What about you?” he whispered, reaching out behind her back. His fingers fumbled for a few seconds until he managed to undo the clasp of her bra. He gently pulled the pale blue straps down her shoulders. Daphne groaned in relief as he pulled the bra away from her chest. “What about me?” “You didn’t ask anything for yourself in our little negotiation.” “Duty above self, Harry.” Daphne’s lips curled into a teasing smile as Harry pulled away. “I consider myself lucky I get to be with a man I won’t have to poison on our wedding night. The fact that you’re very attractive is a nice bonus.” Harry’s reply died in his throat as his gaze shifted downward. Daphne had slightly arched her back, pushing out her heavy, perfect tear-drop-shaped breasts. The creamy mounds swayed hypnotically with every breath. Each breast was crowned by a pale pink areola the size of a galleon with a stiff rosy peak right in its center. “Oh, god!” Daphne squealed as Harry leaned in and attacked her nipple without warning. He buried his face in her chest, taking as much of her creamy mound into his mouth as he could. His teeth sank into her soft skin as he began to gently apply pressure. “H-harry,” Daphne gasped, her eyes growing wide. Harry kept sucking, his eyes flickering up to look at her for a second to make sure she was alright before he returned to the task at hand. He pulled away slightly, only for Daphne to groan and thread her fingers through his messy black hair. She tugged, trying to push his face deeper into her chest. Harry grinned and shifted his attention to her nipple. His teeth gently clamped down on the crinkled pink nub and he tugged, drawing a strangled shriek from her lips. “Oh Morgana, you feel so good!” Daphne moaned, throwing her head back. Her blonde curls tumbled down her bare back, tickling her sensitive skin. Harry’s hand had shifted to her other breast, lazily kneading the soft flesh even as he kept sucking on her stiff and aching nipple. Harry’s free hand shifted to the waistband of her skirt and she gently pulled him free of her breast, giggling at his disappointed grunt. “C-can we wait? I want my first time to be with Padma,” Daphne requested shyly, her alabaster cheeks dusted with pink. “Of course,” Harry murmured. He smiled. He felt at peace for the first time since the graveyard. “Do you want to stop here?” “Feels unfair to leave you like this.” Daphne bit her lip as his massive erection brushed against the inside of her thigh. “Can we do something else?” “What are you comfortable with?” The warm feeling in her chest was slowly getting snuffed out and was being replaced with a growing sense of panic. “I… I don’t know. I mean, the only thing I was taught was to lie on my back and wait for my husband to finish,” Daphne squeaked, her blush deepening. “The rest I’ve picked up from books and Tracey’s incredibly inappropriate stories.” Harry gently pushed her off his lap and stood. He unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them and his boxers down his legs and letting them pool around his ankles. “Just explore,” Harry said with a relieved sigh. His erection had sprung free and Daphne was staring at his throbbing manhood with wide eyes. “D-does it hurt?” she breathed, crawling over to kneel in front of him. She reached out and timidly wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, squeaking in surprise when his cock twitched. “Not unless I’m wearing something extremely tight,” Harry murmured. His breath hitched as Daphne pressed her thumb on a pulsing vein that ran along the length of his shaft. She slowly traced it with her finger, enraptured by the massive appendage in front of her. She tried not to think how deep he’d feel inside her and how sore she’d be the next day. It would be pleasurable pain of the best kind and she couldn’t wait to experience it with Padma. Daphne gathered her courage, then leaned closer and placed a gentle kiss on his sensitive tip. “Is everything alright?!” she asked, alarmed at Harry’s quiet groan. “Perfect,” Harry breathed. He buried his hands in her hair, fingers pushing through the luscious golden curls. “Everything is perfect,” he whispered, his balls tightening at the sight of her plump pink lips glistening with his precum. “Can you teach me?” Daphne looked up at Harry through thick lashes. She was letting herself be vulnerable for the first time in her life and she loved how freeing it felt. “Please?” Harry nodded and gently tugged on her hair, pulling her lips up towards his tip. She parted them on instinct and Harry groaned quietly as he pushed into the warm, wet embrace of her mouth. “Relax. If you need me to stop or pull out just pat my thigh,” Harry instructed, slowly pushing deeper inside her. Daphne kept looking up at him with trust-filled eyes, both for encouragement and because the look of pleasure on his face was intoxicating. His own eyes were closed and his lips were parted in a low groan which kept increasing in volume as she swallowed inch after inch of his cock. Suddenly feeling bold she slowly swirled her tongue around his shaft, dragging the rough surface against his soft skin. “I… fuck!” Harry groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the gentle pressure on his shaft. Daphne began to trace the veins crisscrossing his length, lavishing attention on his manhood like no one had ever done before. She gently hollowed out her cheeks, applying even more pressure on his shaft to compliment her tongue. The hand that wasn’t resting on his thigh shifted to his heavy balls. She rolled the cum engorged orbs between her fingers for a few seconds, then gave them an experimental squeeze. “Hharrhy!” she squealed as Harry roared and finally lost control. A trickle of salty precum leaked out of his tip and coated her tongue. It was delicious in a way she couldn’t explain and she shifted her attention to his tip, swirling her tongue around it in a desperate attempt to lap up more of the tasty liquid leaking out of him. He used his hold on her hair to slowly pull her away from his shaft till only his tip was in her mouth. Before she could react or complain he rocked his hips and thrust into her, not stopping until his tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Again and again, he repeated this cycle until she was drooling around the massive girth pistoning in and out of her, her eyes glazed and mind blank. She dutifully sucked the cock claiming her mouth, her instincts taking over almost immediately. Her tongue swirled around his tip with every thrust, greedily lapping up every last drop of precum he had to offer. He had claimed her so effortlessly, so naturally. My place is on my knees, sucking his cock, her inner deviant reminded her. We’ll get him nice and ready for Padma. She could feel his balls tighten under her fingers. Between that and his increasingly erratic thrusting, she could feel he was close. She started bobbing her own head in time with his thrusts, the vibrations from her quiet moans massaging his shaft as he pushed into her mouth. His length was gleaming with her saliva. Her cheeks and lips weren’t any better. Both were coated with her drool which leaked out of the corners of her mouth and ran down to her chin before massive drops splattered onto her heavy breasts. She was a mess. A gorgeous, blonde goddess being claimed by her mate. “Daph, I’m gonna-” Harry groaned loudly as he erupted mid-warning. His efforts to pull out of her were only partially successful. Ropes of warm, salty seed coated her tongue and filled her mouth and just as she was about to choke on the amount of cum, he pulled out of her. Daphne landed on her ass with a quiet grunt but wasted absolutely no time in tilting her head up and poking her cum coated tongue out, eager not to waste a single drop of his gift. Her eyes fluttered shut as a rope of cum slammed onto her face, matting her eyelashes together. Harry kept unloading rope after rope of his seed onto her face, some of it landing on her tongue but most ending up coating her skin from forehead to chin. Some of it even ended up in her hair and on her breasts. “F-fuck,” Harry whispered, breathing heavily as he stared at the beautiful sight in front of him. “Whas ith ghood?” Daphne asked thickly, not wanting to swallow the cum in her mouth just yet. She rolled the salty seed on her tongue, savoring its taste. “I don’t think I can…” Harry slowly lowered himself to the floor, his legs too weak and numb to support his weight. “Oh.” “Daphne?” “Yhes, dhaddy?” Daphne asked, too distracted to notice the title she had used to address him. “It was perfect.” They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, both enjoying themselves far too much to move or speak. In the end, a small quiet voice shattered the blissful silence. “Daphne?” Daphne and Padma work really well together. It was an unexpected pairing that occured to me and I realized they'd be cute together and with Harry! My Commissions are also open again so if you want me to write something for you, please get in touch with me! All chapters of this story are published as soon as they're written on my Patreon. Members also get to choose the women who will make up Harry's coven, currently they're voting for the Older Witch that should be included! My Patreon!

Chapter 1 - Unexpected Forest Delights

Content Warnings: Masochism, Bondage, Anal, Teasing, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism Life Debts were weird. Some days you paid yours off by cuddling your master while he read to you. Other days led you to a cozy tent in the middle of a dark, cold forest, kneeling next to your boyfriend while he tried to defuse the idiotic situation playing out in front of him. Prudence perhaps dictated that she get up and intervene. But if there was one thing that more than a year of close proximity to Harry’s immature best friend had taught her… Sometimes (oftentimes) it was wiser to let him rant and rave about whatever was bothering him. Trying to reason with him only flamed his grievances, something that her master had sadly not yet understood. She watched Ron storm out of their tent and into the thunderstorm raging outside. A small sigh escaped her lips when their bookish friend ran up to the entrance, desperately screaming his name. For someone as smart as her, the brightest witch of their generation sure was dumb when it came to matters of the heart. When you have a choice of two men, who picks the one whining about the lack of good food in the middle of a war? Katie’s eyes shifted from the tent’s entrance and settled on an enraged Harry. No matter the circumstances, he had always been there for her. First as a friend and teammate, and then, when her life had taken a drastic turn the year before, as her new master and eventual boyfriend. She doubted Malfoy had even the faintest idea of the events he would set in motion when he imperioused her in the bathroom of the Three Broomsticks and handed her that ancient necklace. She doubted Burke from Borgin and Burke’s had even told him anything more than what the necklace did. All Malfoy had wanted was a slave, someone to do the dirty work he was too chickenshit to do himself. A thrall was so much more than that, however, and had she ended up bound to the cowardly Slytherin… Katie shuddered. She refused to even think about how close she’d gotten to a life of misery and involuntary servitude. It wasn’t to be, however. She had accidentally touched the necklace before Malfoy could complete the ritual and sheer luck placed Harry in her immediate vicinity. His intervention had saved her life, but there was no stopping Malfoy and no undoing the curse once the ritual was completed. The idiot had just missed one tiny detail. A detail she had come across when she had begun her research into thralls to understand her new life. For a successful binding, the binder had to have skin-to-skin contact with his would-be thrall. The ritual could be conducted by anyone, but the person actually touching her would be her master. And that person had been Harry. In his haste and greed to gain a powerful new weapon and kill Albus Dumbledore in a single stroke, Malfoy had given her unfathomable power and bound her to the Dark Lord’s worst enemy. She wondered what punishment You-Know-Who had thought up for such a monumental fuck-up. She shook herself free of her thoughts when she spotted Harry striding to the entrance of the tent, seemingly intent on going after his juvenile best friend. But she was sure he had left the safety of their wards and apparated away already, and it would be foolish to try to pursue him. “Harry,” she called out softly, shuffling on her knees to face him. Harry paused, the look of anger on his face melting away when he turned to his thrall. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Don’t be. Unlike Ron, I am more than happy with where I am, and who I’m with.” Katie tilted her head to look up at him, her pale green eyes filled with adoration and respect. Her eyes shifted to the Horcrux around his neck. She understood the burden he was carrying, what he was trying to shield them from. How it affected him much more than it did them, and yet he insisted on being the one to shoulder it for as long as he could. He needed a break, she decided, and the small frown on her face turned into a smirk. “Although if you’re officially taking complaints, I’d like to register my disappointment at the lack of attention from my master these last few days,” she teased, tilting her head playfully. “He hasn’t spanked me for three full days, can you believe it?! Such neglect will not stand!” Her smile grew at Harry’s quiet chuckle. She watched as his shoulders sagged, the tension slowly seeping out of his body. He padded over to her and reached out with his hand to grasp her chin. “Feeling neglected, are we?” he growled, his thumb pushing between her soft, pink lips. Katie parted her lips, drawing his thumb into the warm embrace of her mouth. She began to suck on it, her eyes alit with a playful twinkle. “Mhm.” Katie gently nipped at his skin. “It’s been five days since my master has properly claimed me. I’m beginning to feel he doesn’t need his thrall anymore,” she moaned. “I need you like I need air, Katie Bell.” “Prove it,” Katie whispered, looking up at him through her thick lashes as she kissed each of his fingers in turn. Harry groaned quietly, the throbbing in his pants intensifying. “Be a good girl and wait for me in bed. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve made sure Hermione is safe,” Harry ordered, breathing heavily. He reluctantly pulled his hand away from her. There was just one person as important to him as Katie was, and she was currently getting drenched in the rain, calling after someone who would not return anytime soon. Katie nodded and watched him slip out of the tent and disappear into the darkness to retrieve their distressed friend. She slowly got to her feet, stretching out her sore muscles before padding over to their bed. Harry slipped through the curtains surrounding their bed, groaning quietly as he massaged his forehead. He could feel the onset of a headache and the malevolence radiating from the necklace he wore certainly did nothing to help. The only silver lining in the storm of clouds surrounding his life was the petite chaser perched on the edge of his bed, looking up at him with an impish smile on her face. “You know what Ronald needs?” Harry grumbled, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly into their laundry basket. “To remember he’s a grown-ass man fighting a war?” “I was going to suggest a firm kick up his ass but yeah, that’d be good too. He misses his mother’s cooking.” Harry rolled his eyes, clearly agitated. “What is he, five?” Katie smiled and slipped out of bed, slowly padding over to her master. She wrapped an arm around his waist, her slender hand pushing into his pants. As his thrall, she was well-attuned to his emotions and knew exactly what he needed. “As much as I agree with you, I’d prefer it if you concentrated on my ass instead of Ron’s, sir,” Katie breathed. Her hot breath tickled his skin and Harry shivered in her arms, trying to ignore the whispers in his head urging him to give in to his desires. Tied to him as she was, she could feel it too. “There’s a darkness in you, sir. If you won’t let me share the burden-” “You’ve carried enough cursed necklaces for one lifetime,” Harry cut her off firmly. “Then let me be an outlet. Otherwise, it will keep eating away at you,” Katie whispered, slowly pumping his cock, coaxing it to life. It had been yet another thing the redhead always griped about. While he and Harry wore the accursed object, Harry made sure to keep it as far away from his partner as possible. What the man had been too immature to see was how Katie helped Harry shoulder the burden, keeping it from overwhelming him. And how, if given the chance, Hermione would have done the same for him had he not let their initial romance fizzle out as fast as it had. Katie hadn’t missed the glances the bushy-haired bookworm sneaked at her collar or the longing gazes whenever she watched Katie serve Harry. I doubt Ron would even know what to do with genuine submission and devotion, Katie thought with a snort. “It’s been a hard week,” Katie murmured. The fingers of her free hand danced over his tanned skin, jumping from one scar to another. “Ron’s been an ass but he doesn’t deserve your attention. He made his choice,” Katie whispered, slowly undoing his pants and letting them pool around his ankles. “But your princess has been a very naughty girl and I’m sure her master’s firm hand teaching her some manners would do her good, sir.” Katie grinned as she finally felt the dam break, the emotions he had been trying to bottle up breaking free. Harry turned and roughly pushed her onto the bed, his eyes fixed on the gentle bounce of her bosom. He stepped out of his pants and padded over to her, his eyes clouded with lust and something darker. A force that demanded to be fed. It wasn’t just the Horcrux, Katie suspected. That was just bringing out something already present in her boyfriend. Just as becoming his thrall hadn’t turned her into a masochist, it had simply brought a hidden facet of her nature to the surface. Harry climbed on top of her, easily pinning her tiny body to the bed with his much larger frame. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands to the bed on either side of her head, his fingers digging into her tanned skin with enough force to leave bruises in their wake. “You’ve sassed me all week,” Harry growled. “I have,” Katie affirmed, biting her lip. “You’ve talked back.” “Mhm!” Katie spread her legs, her pussy already glistening with the arousal dripping out of her and staining her simple white cotton panties. “You’ve messed up simple orders.” “I have,” Katie breathed, her chest heaving. “I’ve been such a bad girl, sir.” Harry leaned closer and captured her lips for a bruising kiss. His teeth clamped down on her lower lip and he gently tugged, drawing a wanton moan from her throat. Oh, how she needed this. How she craved the pleasure and pain only her master could give her… By the time Harry pulled away for air she was completely lost to Subspace, gazing up at her lover through half-lidded devotion-filled eyes. “How’s your ass?” Harry asked, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Katie sighed dreamily. He truly was the best of both worlds. A caring, loving boyfriend and a strict master. “Better,” she giggled. “The bruises have nearly faded. I thought that paddle was going to break my bum.” Harry nodded, pulling away from her. His dark eyes roved over her toned body. Katie held his gaze, determined not to shy away from him. “You’re mine.” Harry’s hand wrapped around her neck, his thumb tracing the band of protective leather around it. A collar made especially for her and imbued with every ward and defensive charm known to a curse breaker. A symbol that her life wasn’t her own anymore. Not that she wanted it to be. “Now and forever,” Katie confirmed. “I’m yours.” Harry grabbed the neckline of her shirt, his biceps straining as he ripped the thin fabric apart with ease. Katie sighed as her breasts bounced free, her eyes flickering to the ruined garment hanging off her arms for a second before shifting back to Harry. She hadn’t bothered with a bra. She never did. She knew Harry secretly liked to watch, and she enjoyed his gaze following the gentle sway and bounce of her deceptively large breasts as she worked around the tent. Even now his eyes were fixed on her nipples, the rosy peaks turning into stiff nubs in the cold winter air. Harry rolled off her. Before she could object he had grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap. His arm wrapped around her slender waist, pinning her back to his bare chest. His feet hooked around her ankles, roughly pulling her legs apart. Katie groaned as the slight friction she had managed to generate by rubbing her thighs together instantly disappeared. Her jeans were next, vanished with a lazy flick of Harry’s wand. Katie shuddered as his wand pressed against her crotch. He slowly traced her slit, slicing her damp panties with a carefully placed Diffindo. “M-master,” Katie panted, her poor brain already overloaded by the gentle sting to her pussy delivered by the spell. She was only half aware of Harry carefully setting his wand on their nightstand before grabbing the tattered pieces of her underwear and carelessly tossing them away. She was now completely naked except for the stockings on her feet, the gorgeous collar around her neck, and the tattered remnants of her shirt hanging from her arms. She shivered in his arms as his fingers ghosted over her glistening pussy lips, gently bucking her hips in an effort to get them inside her. “I like you like this,” Harry breathed, his free hand lazily massaging her large breasts. “I know you do,” Katie giggled. The month they’d had the Dursley’s house all to themselves after their departure had been the best days of her life. She had rarely worn anything other than flimsy sundresses (often getting away with wearing even less than that) while she worked around the house, allowing her dominant to bend her over and ravish her wherever, whenever he wanted. “Maybe I should start dressing like this again,” she teased. “I doubt Hermione would like that very much, doll,” Harry breathed. His palm was smeared with her arousal as he gently rubbed it against her pussy, providing the needy girl with some much-needed friction. “One day.” One day after the war they’d go back to Grimmauld Place and make it their home. And a place where they could live their lives how they wanted. “I think she’ll surprise you if you let her,” Katie mumbled under her breath. SMACK! Katie’s eyes flew open at the hard slap delivered straight to her pussy, a strangled scream escaping her throat. Her hands instinctively flew to protect her vulnerable core, only to be roughly pushed away by his free hand. “Hands on my thighs. Count them out,” Harry growled. The palm that had spanked her had returned to rubbing her stinging pussy, providing the perfect jolts of pleasure in between the pain radiating from her core. “Yes, sir,” Katie moaned, a single, fat tear leaking out of the corner of her eye and streaming down her cheek. It washed away a bit of her mascara with it, leaving a thin trail of black down her cheek. A year of being with him meant that she knew very well what he liked by now, and had abandoned water-proof makeup long ago. Her hands meekly grasped his thighs, fingers digging into his skin as she drew strength and courage from him. She was afraid, as she always was at the start of a punishment. But the fear and the pain were aphrodisiacs for the masochistic thrall, elevating her pleasure to levels she could never manage to achieve by herself. SMACK! “Two!” Katie groaned, her trembling legs straining against the ankles locking them in place in an attempt to close and protect her throbbing core. His palm had landed squarely on her pussy, the sharp slap sending jolts of pain racing up her spine. His fingers split her lips, slowly pushing inside her. They traveled up until they located her clit. “SIR, PLEASE,” Katie screamed, shuddering violently as his fingers teased the sensitive nub with gentle strokes. “Please, what?” Harry asked in a low hiss, his voice filled with dark amusement. “Please!” Katie shrieked. His fingers had pinched her clit, tugging on it gently. Her vision blackened as he began to twist the throbbing nub slowly. Her nails dug into his thighs with enough force to leave marks in their wake. “Words, you silly girl. Use your words,” Harry teased playfully. He pulled his hand away from her and Katie used the momentary reprieve before the punishment inevitably started again to gather herself. “Please fuck me,” Katie begged hoarsely. Tears streamed down her cheeks as his palm made contact with her pussy once more. Katie groaned at the bruising spank, squirming helplessly in his lap. SMACK! SMACK! “F-four… FIVE!” Katie moaned. Her hands flew from his thighs to her bruised pussy, trying to massage her pinkening lips in an attempt to soothe the harsh stinging. Harry gave her a minute’s relief, making his way down her neck and along her shoulder as he peppered her sweaty skin with kisses. His hands gently grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from her core, chuckling at her desperate cry when she was denied relief. “Hands away, love. You just have to bear one more spank. You can do that, can’t you?” Katie nodded, tears freely flowing down her cheeks. “You’ll be my brave thrall and keep your hands away? Otherwise, I’ll just have to keep going until you learn,” Harry murmured, setting her hands on his thighs. “Yes, sir,” Katie confirmed hoarsely. “I can take one more spank. My hands will stay away.” Harry lazily rubbed his palm against her weeping pussy, letting her juices smear his skin. Katie relaxed, her breathing slowing down. Harry placed his free hand over her lips, muffling her needy whimpers. “Once the war is over, I’m going to give you the life you deserve,” Harry whispered, pulling his palm away from her pussy. I already have everything I need, Katie thought, giddy with a mixture of pleasure, pain, and sheer happiness. SMACK! Katie screamed against the hand covering her mouth. His palm had delivered a slap with enough force that she felt it deep in her core. Her labia seared with white-hot pain, wiping her mind blank. “Who’s my good girl?” Harry asked as he pulled her into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her, knowing exactly what she needed after a hard punishment. “I am,” Katie hiccuped. Her face was streaked with tears and mascara trails. She rested her cheek on his broad chest, savoring the steady thump of his heartbeat echoing in her ears. “Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Katie giggled after a few minutes of comfortable silence. His massive erection had created a huge tent in his boxers and was poking into her thigh. “Think you can take me?” Harry murmured, his fingers tracing her red, stinging pussy lips. She shivered in his arms. Katie leaned up and pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss, pulling away with a quiet moan as his fingers plunged into her aching core. “Claim me,” she whispered, grinding against his hand. Harry gently pushed her off his lap and set her down on unsteady feet. She let him mold her body as he wished, his hand on her upper back bending her at the waist. Harry grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. “Since you can’t seem to follow my instructions I’d better do something to get your hands out of the way,” he teased, using the ropes dangling from a hook attached to the tent’s roof to bind her wrists together and secure her arms behind her back. She was now trapped, bent over with her arms behind her and her legs spread, her dripping slit on full display for him. Her dark hair formed a curtain around her face, obscuring her surroundings from view. She could hear slight rustling and correctly deduced he was getting undressed. She strained her ears, picking up the slight scraping as Harry pulled their secret chest out from under their bed. It housed all the toys they had picked up during their travels (and a surprising hidden stash they’d discovered in his godfather’s bedroom). She wondered what he had in mind for their session, shivering with anticipation. Harry dug through the trunk until he located what he was searching for. He smeared the silver ball with a healthy amount of lube before tossing the large bottle back into the chest. Katie’s eyes widened when the cold metal ball of the anal hook was pushed against her puckered hole. She whined, squirming helplessly. “H-haaaary!” Katie groaned. The ball slipped inside her ass, the walls of her tight hole burning as they stretched to accommodate the large orb. Harry silently dragged the other end of the hook up her spine, the rough rope scraping against her soft skin. She was forced to pull her head back and look up when he attached the hook to the ring in her collar. She was completely immobilized and at his mercy, two things she enjoyed very much. Given her vantage point, her eyes were directly facing the tiny crack in the curtains surrounding their bed. Her lips curled into a huge grin as she spotted an amazing sight. Hermione was splayed out on the rug in front of her, her eyes closed, completely unaware that Katie could see her. The girl had her shirt pulled up to her chin, leaving her torso completely bare. She held the edge of her shirt in place with her teeth, using it to muffle her moans. Katie was enraptured by the stiff brown nubs and large areolas on her pert breasts, suddenly wondering what it would feel like to watch Harry suck on them. Hermione’s legs were wide apart, her skirt pushed up to her hips, and her wet pussy on full display for Katie. Katie watched with growing satisfaction as Hermione desperately plunged two fingers into her pussy. She had clearly been spying on them and had been unable to resist temptation. Lesser girls would have been jealous. All Katie could think of was how much she wanted Hermione behind the curtain with them, rather than all alone outside. Operation ‘Get Harry the Perfect Wife’ is a go, she thought giddily. Her planning was interrupted by Harry grabbing her hands in an effort to help her stay upright, threading their fingers together as he impaled her pussy with one fluid thrust of his hips. His throbbing manhood plunged deep into her belly, drawing out a wanton moan from her lips. The stinging intensified as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth.  Harry gave her a mere minute to compose herself before he began to piston in and out of her with the strength of a bull, overcome with the primal urge to claim his thrall. “HARRY!” Katie moaned, her lips parted. She was panting, a trickle of drool leaking out of her mouth and hanging from her swollen lips. She suddenly wished her hands were free so she could pull the curtains apart to nullify their noise-canceling charms. Hermione deserved to hear them. She needed to hear them. Katie’s attention shifted back to the show in front of her. Her eyes locked with Hermione’s, both girls blushing wildly when they realized they were aware of each other’s presence. Hermione turned red with embarrassment but she was far too aroused, frustrated, and flat-out horny to truly care. She kept her eyes locked with Katie’s as her fingers desperately plunged into her tight pussy in a poor imitation of what was going on in front of her. Katie nodded her head as much as she could given the device trapping her in place, encouraging Hermione to turn her attention to Harry. Hermione’s warm brown eyes shifted from Katie to Harry, an involuntary gush of arousal squirting out of her pussy and soaking the rug in front of her at the sight of the magnificent man. His hair was messier than usual. Sweat dripped from his forehead, the small beads rolling down his skin and splashing on Katie’s back. Her hand shifted to toy with her stiff nipple as her eyes drank in the firm muscles of his chest and abdomen, itching to trace every curve. Katie was close. She could feel it. Her walls fluttered around the cock plunging deep inside her every few seconds. His tip grazed her G-spot with every thrust and Katie’s moans grew louder with every passing second. Both girls stared at each other, silently egging their counterparts to climax. “Please…” Katie begged, lacking the strength to speak any further. “Let go,” Harry grunted, squeezing her hands. Katie did just that. “HARRY!” Katie screamed, swaying on unsteady feet as she came. Her arousal gushed out of her, soaking his cock and streaming down her thighs to drench her blue stockings. Hermione tumbled over the edge within seconds of her, squirting and drenching her hand, legs, and the rug below her with her juices. Harry soldiered on for a few more thrusts, but it was impossible to hold on for any meaningful amount of time with Katie’s walls clamping down around his length. He pushed deep inside her and came with a loud groan, filling her up with his seed. Katie was only half-conscious by the time he pulled out of her, the girl whining at the sudden emptiness in her throbbing core. She happily stayed suspended in position, enjoying the steady trickle of Harry’s cum leaking out of her gaping pussy and tracing its way down her creamy thighs. “Harry?” Katie called softly once she regained her voice. She suddenly remembered the girl outside the curtains and was determined to bring her into the fold. “Yes, love?” Harry was seated on their bed, his skin glistening with sweat. He pushed his messy hair away from his eyes and got to his feet with a groan. He was still panting for breath, his movements slow and tired. “Can I get some water? I’m parched.” “Of course. Do you want me to-” “No,” Katie answered, anticipating his question. “I’m quite enjoying the position I’m in.” Harry nodded and kissed her head before walking around their space, collecting the clothes he had discarded. Hermione watched Harry get dressed with wide eyes. She scrambled to her feet, unwilling to let her best friend catch her in such a compromising position. In her hurry she forgot to clean the evidence she left behind, the rug still damp and stained with her juices. Katie sighed at the empty space she saw when Harry slipped through the curtains. Hermione had fled and she realized that if she wanted her plan to succeed, she’d have to be much more direct… Katie suppressed a smirk when Hermione locked eyes with her, blushed heavily, and quickly busied herself with making cocoa. It had been a week since the ‘incident’ and Hermione had taken to walking on eggshells around both of them. Their bookish friend was trying their level best to avoid them, preferring to spend most of her time by the fire outside their tent. Hermione pretended she did it in the hopes that Ron would return, although the half-hearted excuse didn’t convince her and it certainly hadn’t convinced Harry. She hadn’t told him what had happened, but he was perceptive enough to realize that something was wrong. “I’ll take the first watch!” Hermione squeaked. She hugged her mug of cocoa to her chest, carefully protecting herself against any spillage as she scurried out of the tent. Katie chuckled and shook her head. She turned her attention back to the book in her hands, trying to pick up the passage she had been reading before she’d been distracted by Hermione. But her mind wouldn’t cooperate, drifting away to the lonely girl sitting all by herself next to the fireplace every few seconds. She sighed and snapped her book shut, slowly getting to her feet. She made her way out of the tent and to the warmth of the campfire, sitting down as close to the merry flames as safely possible to ward off the cold. Harry’s absence in combination with the unseasonably cold winter was doing her no favors. Hermione refused to look at her. “You should rest. You and Harry can take the second watch,” Hermione mumbled, her cheeks pink. She squirmed when Katie shifted to sit closer to her, but made no effort to move or leave. It didn’t seem her body was capable of such an endeavor. It betrayed the secret desires she was too shy to voice, inviting Katie to take charge and finally break the impasse of the previous week. Fate’s funny, Katie thought, her amused eyes studying the cute bookworm. Harry’s going to get the perfect family because his archrival and his best friend both consider women as unfeeling objects created for their convenience. Hermione squeaked when Katie grabbed her chin and turned her head, her big brown eyes staring at the athletic girl with a mixture of shock and shy desire. “Let’s address the elephant in the room, hmm?” Katie asked, studying her fellow Gryffindor with amused eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Hermione mumbled, her heart hammering in her chest. Katie rolled her eyes. “Did you like what you saw?” she asked bluntly, her hold on Hermione’s chin making it impossible for the girl to look away or leave. Hermione’s cheeks turned the shade of tomatoes. “I… I… Uhm-” she stammered, seemingly at a loss for words. “Look. If you did, things are going to be significantly simpler. Our lives… all our lives will be much better,” Katie said bluntly. “The strain of this hunt is getting to us all, but it’s much worse for Harry. You know that. Do you know what’ll help? Him knowing he can bend me over and rail me in a sundress anywhere in the tent.” Katie shifted her thumb to Hermione’s lips to prevent her from speaking. “Let me finish.” Hermione nodded mutely. “He’s… Merlin, he’s creative. But the fact that we are confined to the tiny area around our bed is starting to grate on both of us. Ron’s gone though, and I don’t think he’s coming back. Now, if you liked what you saw when you were rubbing one off while watching us… well, that makes things simple.” “Katie I swear… it was a moment of weakness… I promise…” Hermione mumbled, terrified of losing the two friends she had left in the world. She blinked in confusion when Katie laughed. “You think I’m angry?” Hermione nodded meekly. “I’m not angry, Granger,” Katie said with a snort. “If anything I’m flattered I’m hot enough to masturbate to. Well, me and Harry,” she corrected herself. “Most girlfriends would go ballistic if someone stared at their naked boyfriend,” Hermione said, now thoroughly confused. “I’m not most girlfriends,” Katie pointed out with a shrug. She finally let go of her chin and leaned back, using her elbows to support herself as she stared up at the stars dotting the beautiful night sky. “He loves to talk about everything we’ll do after the war. About marriage and a family. All the things I can’t give him.” Despite her best attempts to keep her tone neutral, the hurt was evident in her voice. “I’m sure Harry will understand if you don’t want children,” Hermione suggested cautiously. It wasn’t her place to wade into their relationship, but the raw hurt in Katie’s voice was too much for her to ignore completely. “You know, for someone so insanely intelligent, you can be thick sometimes, Hermione Granger,” Katie muttered. “I’d love nothing more than to start a family with Harry. Katie Potter, fuck, I’ve doodled that in my journal for the past three years. I’d finally worked up the courage to ask my handsome Quidditch teammate to the Yule Ball in the hopes that it would lead to more… he asked Parvati as I was walking up to him.” “That turned out to be a disaster.” Katie chuckled and turned to look at Hermione with a small smile. “Trust me, I was secretly over the moon.” “Why didn’t you try after that?” “I planned to. After I joined the DA. I was going to ask him out the day he helped me conjure a Patronus for the first time. But then… Cho.” “Right. That was a disaster too.” “He really did have shit luck with girls, didn’t he?” “Perhaps because he was always meant to end up with you?” Hermione suggested, reaching out to grab Katie’s shoulder. She squeezed it gently, unsure what else she could do to comfort the girl. “Maybe. Life did have a weird fucking way of putting us together. Making me his thrall. Can’t marry him and can’t give him a family,” Katie muttered, turning to look at the night sky once more. “We can change the law once we-” “It’s not a law. It’s the ancient magic the cursed necklace was imbibed with. Can’t have your thrall’s children running around mucking up the inheritance for your legitimate heirs, hmm? Well, those ancient geezers thought they had the perfect solution. I can’t have children. We can get married for show, but that’s all it’ll be. For show. Magic won’t recognize it and our union won’t be entered in the Book of Genealogy in the Department of Mysteries.” “I’m sure we can-” “There’s no solution, Hermione.” Katie tilted her head to study her, a small smile returning to her face. Things could be much worse, Katie decided. “Well, there is one. Harry gets a wife.” It took Hermione a minute to process what Katie was trying to imply. Her eyes widened and she squeaked, “Me?!” “I want it to be someone who’ll treat me as an equal. Someone who’s just as kinky as we are so we don’t have to be tame around her. Someone whose name isn’t Romilda Vane, because I swear to Merlin I’ll strangle that stupid harlot if she smiles at me condescendingly one more time,” Katie muttered with a scowl. “And maybe… someone who doesn’t mind Aunt Katie spoiling her children rotten,” Katie added in a low voice. “Me?!” Hermione repeated, sounding like a broken record. “Yes, you.” Katie scooted closer, eliminating the little distance that remained between them. “Judging by the massive stain you left on the rug in front of our bed you obviously liked the show. And it’s obvious to anyone with eyes that you have a crush on Harry. Why didn’t you make a move on him?” Katie challenged. “Because I’m me,” Hermione murmured, her cheeks warm. “Plain old Hermione. Why’d he want me?” “God. The two people I desire are both oblivious morons. Harry doesn’t notice you making eyes at him and won’t believe me if I tell him. And you, you’ll just keep staring at him like a kicked puppy instead of doing something. No wait! Worse, you’ll go after a man you don’t actually like and make yourself miserable in the process.” Katie groaned dramatically as she pushed herself to her feet. She dusted off her jeans before grabbing Hermione’s arm and pulling the girl up with her. “Guess you’ll see just how much he wants you when you’re bent over his desk and he’s railing that tight, virgin pussy of yours.” Hermione hadn’t thought it was possible for her blush to deepen. “I… H-how… Did you know?” she mumbled, meekly letting Katie pull her back into the tent. “I’ve seen Ron kiss a girl. I doubt he even got to second base during your brief fling with him back in Grimmauld Place,” Katie snorted. “The only other person you went out with after your Yule Ball date with Krum to my knowledge is McLaggen and Mione if you let him-” “I didn’t!” Hermione squeaked. “I couldn’t even hold hands with him. He was disgusting.” “So I was right?” “Yes,” Hermione confirmed in a whisper. Despite her embarrassment, her eyes couldn’t help but wander to Katie’s ass. She’d worn tight acid-washed jeans, leaving her firm butt, toned after years of Quidditch on full display. “Like what you see?” Katie asked with a smirk. Preoccupied as she was with staring at her friend’s ass, Hermione hadn’t even realized they had walked through the curtains that surrounded Harry and Katie’s bedroom. Katie paused in front of their bed and turned, catching Hermione staring at her before the shy bookworm could avert her eyes. “What on that brilliant mind of yours?” Katie closed the distance between them. Her arms snaked around Hermione’s waist, pulling the shorter girl closer to her. Hermione bit her lip to stifle her moan, unable to look up and meet Katie’s eyes. “Thinking about the time you accidentally walked in on Harry belting my ass?” Katie guessed. Hermione nodded silently. Katie chuckled. “Wondering what it feels like? I wonder what you’ll enjoy more. Harry punishing you himself… or making me do it,” Katie whispered, her lips dangerously close to Hermione’s. “I’m not… I don’t like girls… I’ve never…” Hermione stammered, trying to come up with a convincing denial. She didn’t like girls. She certainly didn’t want to spend her life as the couple’s submissive! Katie closed the remaining distance and pressed her lips against Hermione’s for a gentle kiss. She took advantage of the quiet moan that left the younger girl’s lips to push her tongue into the warm embrace of her mouth, dueling and subduing her tongue within seconds, beating her into submission effortlessly. “Want to change your answer?” Katie whispered as she pulled away, a thin trickle of drool connecting Hermione’s swollen lips with hers. “Yes,” Hermione murmured, a resigned expression on her face. She was tired of denying her desires. Tired of being the mature one. Tired of trying to bring herself to love a man who had picked his mother’s cooking over her. What was so wrong about wanting to be pinned between a gorgeous couple while they explored and ravished her petite body? “All of it?” Katie asked, quirking an eyebrow. “All of it,” Hermione confirmed with a determined nod. “The wife is submissive to the thrall. This is a new one. Don’t think I’ve ever come across such a case in all my research.” Katie smirked. She squeezed Hermione’s pert ass before pulling away, chuckling at the squeal her action elicited. “But then,” Katie continued as she bent to pull out their secret chest of goodies from under the bed. “Nothing about our relationship is traditional, so why should this be? You be the cute submissive wife and I’ll be the sundress-wearing, leather jacket-donning thrall who belts your ass on occasion. Would you like that?” Katie asked, popping open the lid to the chest. “Do you think it’ll work?” Katie shrugged. “No clue. But I think you’d be stupid not to give it a try,” she said with characteristic frankness. She straightened with a sigh and walked over to the bed, plopping down on it and dragging the chest over to her with her foot. “Look, you have two options. Ron is a sure thing. I’m sure he’ll turn up eventually and be very sorry for what he did. That’s what he always does, right? He’s not a bad guy. He’s a pretty decent friend most of the time. But he’s been coddled and babied all his life and he has a lot of growing up to do. Go with him and you’re guaranteed a nice vanilla life, a lifetime of mothering him, and being a mediocre version of your brilliant self to avoid making your insecure husband jealous.” “What’s the other option?” “Harry and me. We’ve had threesomes before and I enjoy watching him with other women, but we’ve never been in a serious throuple. I don’t know how things will turn out, but ask yourself this. How many times have you touched yourself to the fantasy of being in my position? I’ve seen the way you stare at my collar. How hard did you cum that night?” Katie smirked. Both girls turned to look at the large stain on the carpet behind Hermione. Hermione didn’t need to say anything. The answer was right in front of their eyes. Katie grunted in triumph as her blind fishing expedition in the chest finally bore fruit. She pulled out a neatly folded costume. “What’s that?” “It’s what his favorite character from that Muggle thing he loves wears. The last time I wore this, I came five times in a single night. We only stopped because we were both dangerously dehydrated. Put it on, we’re going to give Harry a night he’ll never forget.” Hermione nodded. “Thank you, Katie.” Katie’s eyes roved over Hermione’s creamy skin as she slowly started to strip. She drank in the sight of her pert breasts, the creamy mounds quivering with each anxious breath. “Trust me, doll, the pleasure’s all mine.” That night, Harry would return from his shopping trip in the nearby Muggle village to find both his thrall and his future wife perched on the edge of his bed, waiting for him. And their lives would never be the same. After all, what chance did Voldemort have against the power of true love? I have plotted out additional chapters for this and 2 other kinky stories that are published over on my Patreon. If you'd like to read more of this story, remember to sign up and VOTE FOR UNEXPECTED FOREST DELIGHTS! If you enjoy my work and want to support me (and want to read the kinky Harry/Hermione/Tonks story I posted), check out My Patreon!

Chapter 3 - The Shrieking Shack

Content Warnings: Bondage, Caning, Masochism, Teasing, Rough Sex, Deflowering. Wednesday grinned as she was finally cornered in an upstairs bedroom of the delightfully dilapidated shack she had been running through. She slowly turned around to face her predator, trying and failing to look afraid. Unlike most prey, she wanted to be chased. She wanted to be caught, pinned down, and devoured. There was just something about Harry Potter that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. She slowly backed away from his large frame, an impish smile on her face. “Looks like you’ve caught me, sir,” she teased when her legs hit the bed. “Guess I’m yours,” she breathed, her pulse quickening as Harry closed the distance between them. “Guess you are.” Harry reached out and wrapped an arm around her slender waist, dragging her tiny body into his embrace. “Mine,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling her pale skin. Wednesday shuddered in his arms, biting her lip to stifle the embarrassing moan that threatened to escape her throat. Most people thought she despised companionship and romance. They thought wrong. While it was true that the idea of traditional romantic gestures and norms made her nauseous… she had also grown up in the shadow of her parents. A part of her craved the love and devotion she saw on display day in and day out, but if there was one thing she had learned from her parents it was that her affection, devotion, and submission had to be earned by the right person. A person who wanted her for who she was, not who they wanted her to be. And Harry Potter was doing a damn fine job of proving just that. The thought of finally meeting a partner worthy of her devotion caused a trickle of arousal to seep out of her virgin pussy. She whimpered as Harry grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs apart, the tangy aroma of her juices hanging heavy in the air around them. “Wednesday.” The way he growled her name sent a shiver down her spine. He flipped her around, an arm wrapping around her slender waist and pulling her back to his chest before she could escape. The straps of her bra scraped against her soft skin as he dragged them down her arms. The flimsy lace fabric fluttered to the floor, her firm breasts gently bouncing as they sprang free. “Do you think I’m going to fuck this now?” Harry asked in a whisper, caressing her dripping slit. A pleasant haze had settled over her mind the minute his hand pushed between her parted legs. “Hmm?” Wednesday hummed distractedly. Her attention was completely focused on his calloused fingers tracing the slick petals that guarded her womanhood. SMACK! Wednesday felt the sting of the slap to her pussy deep within her core. She doubled over in Harry’s arms, gasping for breath. Harry shoved her onto the bed, the rough treatment causing a gush of arousal to seep out of her aching core. Her lover was sweet, sentimental, and unfailingly kind, but there was a delightfully ravenous darkness within him that she loved to feed during their sessions. All it took was a tiny encouraging push from her and he slipped into Domspace, turning into her strict dominant. “Pay attention when I speak,” Harry growled. He grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. He lifted her right leg off the bed and bent it at the knee, pressing her ankle against her thigh and securing the two together with a piece of rope conjured from his wand. Her left leg got the same treatment, bound in place using rough hemp ropes. Her soles were now pointing up in the air instead of resting on the bed, the entire weight of her lower body supported by her poor knees. “Do you think I should fuck you now?” “I think my answer doesn’t matter, sir,” Wednesday murmured, shifting her hands to ensure she didn’t lose her precariously maintained balance. She desperately tried to keep her composure, determined not to let Harry realize just how much his actions affected her. Unable to help herself, she added cheekily, “But I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention how slow you are. No wonder it took you seven years to defeat that incompetent megalomaniac,” she teased, swaying as she wiggled her ass playfully. “Careful, Miss Addams,” Harry said, his voice low and dangerous. He quietly padded over to grab the thin wooden cane resting in one corner of the room. “Or what?” Wednesday challenged. “You’ll cuddle me as punish-” The cane swished through the air, the loud CRACK when it made contact with her firm ass echoing around the room. “HARRY!” Wednesday screamed. Her eyes flew open in shock, the pleasant haze surrounding her mind evaporating, then returning with a vengeance. Her ass was on fire, a pain unlike any other she’d felt before radiating from the long red welt that had formed on her unnaturally pale skin. A sob built up in her throat, spilling out along with tears when his thumb roughly traced the long bruise on her cheeks. “I’m sorry, princess, I didn’t quite catch that last bit,” Harry murmured calmly, daring her to be cheeky again. He shifted the cane lower, lazily tapping her unblemished skin with it. Wednesday had never been one to shirk from a challenge. “Pay attention when I speak,” Wednesday threw his own words back at him breathlessly. She braced herself for the next strike. She did not have to wait too long. CRACK! Harry brought the cane down on her ass with enough force to leave another parallel welt on her ass a few inches below the first one. “SIR!” Wednesday screamed, her shriek echoing around the room. Tears streamed down her cheeks, washing away the last of her eyeliner. Her face was a hodgepodge of tears, mascara, and dried cum. She flicked her tongue to the corner of her lips, lapping up a dollop of cum stubbornly clinging to her skin. She rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the salty taste. “What’re you doing, Miss Addams?” “Well, sir,” Wednesday drawled, drawing out the title. There was nothing in the world she enjoyed more than toying with him, then suffering her hard-earned consequences. “Since you’re being so slow, I had to take matters into my own hands. I’m just a poor girl trying to get your seed in my belly,” Wednesday teased, demonstrating remarkable resilience. Most girls in her position would have stopped sassing their dominant, overcome by the combination of pain and Subspace. Harry ignored her teasing. “What’s your safeword?” Wednesday chuckled darkly. “I-if you think… if you think I’m going to need to safeword after-” CRACK! “MURDER! Murder is my safeword!” Wednesday whined, her legs trembling helplessly under the ropes binding them in place. Her mind went blank, overloaded with pain and a strangely blissful floaty sensation. The pain finally pushed the masochist deep into Subspace, stripping away her bratty tendencies. Suddenly all she cared about was obeying him, a feeling entirely foreign to her. If she didn’t have her visions to guide her, the almost supernatural hold he had on her would have terrified the crap out of her. She didn’t have the greatest luck when it came to men after all. But even visions of a happy marriage and a delightfully terrifying family weren’t enough to prevent her body from trembling with fear as she awaited his next move. Harry had put much more force into the final strike than the initial two, leaving an enormous welt right in the middle of her ass, in between the ones he had created previously. “Do you find this arousing, Wednesday?” Harry teased. He shifted one end of the cane between her legs, the thin wooden rod pushing between her slick pussy lips. He rotated it slowly, letting the arousal dripping from her wet slit coat its surface. Although he had framed it as a question, it was obvious to anyone with eyes (and a nose) just how aroused she was. He wanted to hear her admit it, Wednesday realized, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Unfortunately, her inner brat chose that moment to make a reappearance and she slowly bucked her hips, choosing to rub her pussy against the cane instead of answering. It will be a cold day in hell before I give you the satisfaction- CRACK! While the strike was softer than the previous one, it was delivered precisely to her throbbing core. “When I ask you a question, Miss Addams, I expect an answer,” Harry said coldly. He pulled the cane away from her pussy, striking the soles of her feet in quick succession. Wednesday moaned loudly, her pussy gushing uncontrollably. “Yes, sir!” She sobbed as she collapsed onto the bed, her hands no longer able to support her. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her tiny chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Wednesday tensed in anticipation of the next strike, but it didn’t come. Instead, she heard the bed creak after a minute, the mattress sinking under Harry’s weight behind her. The ropes binding her legs fell away and she sighed in relief as she was finally allowed to rest her sore legs on the bed. Harry grabbed her pigtails and pulled her limp body flush against his bare chest, his eyes fixed on the gentle bounce of her creamy mounds. Harry slowly reached out with his hands to grab her pert breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to lazily knead her breasts. “My little hellcat,” Harry teased, chuckling at her shameless mewls. She had finally lost all control. The masochistic submissive she worked so hard to keep under wraps and under control was finally free and out to play. And all she wanted to do was please the man who took such good care of her. “You’re mine, aren’t you Wednesday?” “Body and soul,” Wednesday pledged. Her heart was a shriveled, useless thing, not a worthy offering for him. But the rest… the rest was his. His hand pushed between her slick thighs, fingers gently caressing her bruised lips. Wednesday groaned at the sudden throb of pain from the increased pressure. “Who does this belong to?” Harry asked, toying with her. “You, sir,” Wednesday breathed. The tension coiling in the pit of her stomach grew with every passing second and a part of her was afraid she’d explode before his cock got anywhere near her aching core. “Correct.” Wednesday blushed at his amused chuckle. She growled and squirmed helplessly in his arms, trying to fight the overwhelming desire to be a good girl for Harry Potter. “Do you think I should fuck it? Have you earned that privilege, princess?” The snarky retort she thought up in her head died before it even reached her lips. What emerged instead was a needy whine, followed by an equally needy and quiet, “Please!” “There’s no shame in submission, Wednesday,” Harry whispered. His lips gently caressed her red face, kissing away the tears staining her skin. Wednesday nodded and spread her legs further for him. He was right of course, but she’d never admit it to him. She wasn’t ashamed. In that moment, all she felt was pride. He had earned her submission, earned the right to see her at her most vulnerable. “Mine,” Harry whispered, grabbing the base of his throbbing manhood. He slowly guided his tip to her pussy, kissing her to drown out the quiet shriek when he split her stinging lips with his girth. “Yours,” Wednesday echoed against his lips. She bore down on his shaft, her walls aching as they stretched to accommodate him. Her virgin pussy was unaccustomed to anything thicker and longer than her fingers. She suspected she wouldn’t have been able to take him at all had it not been for her arousal coating his length and easing his way in. Harry paused when his tip pushed against her intact hymen, giving her a minute’s reprieve to catch her breath. The burning in her core subsided to a pleasant ache, the tension in her belly building up to unbearable levels. She was going to explode and she was determined to take him over the edge with her. “Last chance to back out,” Harry murmured, kissing her shoulder. “Are you sure you want this?” His voice was shy, so very different from the confident and in-control dominant he had been just moments ago. She didn’t need a clear mind to pick up on the question he left unasked. Was she sure she wanted him? She answered it by grabbing his thighs for leverage and forcing herself down on the shaft, letting it impale her. “Yes,” she moaned, a fresh wave of tears leaking out of her eyes as his cock tore through her hymen and plunged deep into her belly. “Yes, I do,” she whispered breathlessly. Virgin no more, she thought as she felt the trickle of blood flow down her thigh. She slowly lowered herself on his cock, struggling to take the entirety of his length. Her walls screamed in protest as they were stretched to their limits yet she kept soldiering on, ignoring the dull throbbing in her core. “Patience,” Harry whispered, grabbing her hips once he was halfway inside her. He stopped her from going any further, making sure her body had the time it needed to adjust to his girth. “We have all the time in the world,” he murmured, taking over from the inexperienced girl. His grip on her hips kept her in place while his free hand made its way between her spread legs. His fingers traced her stinging labia, drawing a quiet hiss from her lips. He kept going, locating her clit and giving the sensitive nub the gentlest of pinches. “S-sir,” Wednesday moaned breathily, bucking her hips in an effort to bear down on his cock. He felt so so good, yet his denial of further pleasure was an exquisitely pleasurable torture all by itself. “Hush darling,” Harry murmured. He slowly pulled her down on his cock, at a pace entirely unacceptable to the needy girl. “As I said, we have all the time in the world,” he murmured, lazily massaging her clit. No we don’t! I’m going to- “Haaaary!” Wednesday moaned wantonly. The orgasm surprised her unprepared body, the coil of tension in her belly exploding without warning. Thick dribbles of her juices dripped from her stretched pussy and splashed onto the bed below, staining the pristine white sheets. She was gasping for breath, had lost all control over her body and her tongue and he wasn’t even fully sheathed inside her. The humiliation of her current situation was surprisingly just as arousing as everything else he was doing to her. Harry waited for her pussy walls to stop clamping and fluttering around his length before he continued his lazy push inside her, slowly driving the girl crazy with lust. “Please…” Wednesday begged, her breathing ragged. Harry pinched her clit and roughly twisted the nub, drawing a loud moan from her lips. “Please what, Wednesday?” “Please fuck me,” Wednesday mumbled, helplessly grinding against him for relief. “I couldn’t hear you,” Harry growled, scraping her clit with his nail. The sharp sting sent a jolt racing up her spine, destroying the last shred of self-control she had stubbornly held onto. “Please fuck me!” The embarrassed girl moaned loudly despite the heavy blush coating her cheeks. “Please,” Wednesday whispered, seeing stars as Harry slowly sheathed himself inside her. Wednesday watched the tiny bulge in her stomach through half-lidded eyes, her mind gloriously blank. Harry didn’t bother with gentleness or a gradually increasing pace. He pulled out of her until only his tip remained in her tight pussy. He lulled her into a false sense of security before ramming back into her with as much force he could muster, his girth roughly stretching out her walls. “Please… Please… PLEASE!” Wednesday moaned, squirming helplessly in Harry’s arms as he effortlessly kept up the pace, driving the girl wild with his slow, deep thrusts. That, combined with his lazy massage of her clit meant that she was close to another orgasm within minutes, but this time she was determined to pull him over the edge with her. She didn’t have to work too hard. Harry was barely holding on. His breathing was ragged and he was seeing stars with every insistent flutter of her tight walls. They massaged his shaft with every thrust, trying to milk him for his seed. “Cum in me,” Wednesday demanded in a low growl, reaching back with a shaky hand to slowly fondle his balls. She rolled the cum-engorged orbs between her fingers, applying the barest hint of pressure. The unexpected groan spilling from his lips let her know she was on the right track and she increased the speed and intensity of her massage, both lovers holding onto each other for dear life as they tumbled over the edge. “W-Wednesday!” Harry groaned, the tension building up in the pit of his belly and his balls seconds away from exploding. “Fuck, you feel so good!” he moaned as he came. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, peppering her sweaty skin with kisses as his throbbing manhood painted her walls with rope after rope of his cum, slowly filling her up with his warm seed. The warmth slowly spreading through her core destroyed what little resolve she had left and she came with a loud moan, squirting all around the cock splitting her in two. They held each other for what felt like eternity, both trying to catch their breaths and hold onto the fuzzy afterglow of post-orgasmic bliss. I could get used to this, Wednesday thought, groaning in disappointment as Harry pulled her free off his softening cock and gently laid her exhausted body onto the bed below. The emptiness in her core felt wrong, unnatural. He belonged within her, filling her womb with his seed. She closed her eyes, another vision of her presenting their daughter with her first knife flashing through her mind. The loud creak of the mattress as Harry slumped down on the bed next to her pulled her free from the vision of their future before she could get too carried away. She struggled playfully as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her tired body on top of his before wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. She fit perfectly on top of him. It was quite unfair, Wednesday decided, the way her tiny body could easily rest on top of his large frame. In the past, such size differences had made her feel quite murderous. The possessors of the large bodies had, without fail, been patronizing idiots who thought they were better and more powerful than her simply because of their size. Harry could easily snap her like a twig if he wanted to. Of that, there was no doubt. She even suspected it would be a strangely enjoyable and interesting death. But he treated her like his equal while making it clear she was to be his submissive and the perfect dichotomy of the two realities caused a strange feeling to flutter in her chest. Maybe it was the bloody cardiac anomaly finally coming to claim her mortal vessel. Or, the voice in her head sounded suspiciously like Enid. You’re just nervous because you like him. Shut up, Wednesday scolded herself, her fingers lazily caressing the firm muscles of Harry’s chest. She traced a pale scar, trying to ignore the ember of concern in the back of her mind at the wound’s location. It was far too close to his heart for comfort. A gentle tug to her pigtails pulled her free from her reverie. She stretched languidly, peering up at her lover through her thick lashes. “You look like a very content cat,” Harry teased, chuckling tiredly. “You should have seen the cat costume Enid forced me into for a silly race,” Wednesday murmured. She lazily ran her nails down his chest, her eyes glowing with satisfaction at his quiet hiss. She had sharp claws and it would be beneficial for their relationship if he learned early on that she wasn’t afraid to use them. “Cat costume?” Harry asked hoarsely, his cock twitching against her thigh as the image of his hellcat dressed in black kitty ears and a collar bearing his name coaxed it back to life. “Do you still have it?” “No,” Wednesday lied. Like all gifts from her best friend, the silly costume she’d made her wear all those years ago was safely tucked away in the back of her closet. She felt a twinge of guilt at the lie, which she ruthlessly suppressed. “What were you thinking about?” Harry asked, changing the subject. “We should have a formal arrangement,” Wednesday said, responding to his question without directly answering it. She found the thought of lying to him to be strangely uncomfortable, but there was no reality in which she would admit to him that she had been worried about the old wounds scattered across his chest and give him (the entirely mistaken) impression that she was a sentimental sap who was concerned about his well-being. “A formal arrangement?” Wednesday flushed at the rumble of laughter echoing below her. “What sort of formal arrangement, princess?” Harry asked before she could speak, his eyes sparkling. “One where you do not see other girls. In exchange, you can use me whenever and wherever you desire,” Wednesday murmured, resting her head back down on his chest. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the steady THUMP of his heart. She drew strength from it, forging ahead with her demand, “We can also spend time together outside detention. If you want.” “Are you asking me out, Wednesday Addams?” Honestly, this is quickly becoming one of my favorite ships. They're just so right for each other! You can read all chapters of this story right away on my Patreon! My Patreon!

Chapter 4 - A New Mystery

Content Warnings: Teasing. She flushed at the amused tone of his voice. “I told you. I do not date,” Wednesday growled, sinking her nails into his skin. “Do I look like the kind of girl who enjoys the notion of tea shops and roses?” “Is Hermione taking Enid to Madame Puddifoot’s?” Harry guessed, groaning quietly. Her nails were digging into his chest with enough force to draw blood, tiny drops of red staining Wednesday’s digits. He was utterly and irrevocably fucked, and he knew it. His plans for a quiet, uneventful year? Tossed out of the window by a tiny hellcat named Wednesday Addams. “Yes. Why?” Wednesday blinked. “Nothing. Enid’s going to love it,” Harry chuckled. “But, circling back to us-” His hands roved over her body, finally resting on her firm ass. He lapsed into silence for a minute, trying to figure out a term to define their relationship that would be acceptable to his girlfriend who wasn’t a girlfriend.  “Would you prefer to be my submissive, Wednesday Addams?” “S-sir,” Wednesday groaned quietly as his fingers caressed the red welts on her skin left by the cane. The dull ache in her ass flared, and she struggled against the haze that threatened to overcome her mind. “What does that mean?” she asked cautiously. She knew what it meant in theory, but a part of her (the part that very annoyingly felt like kissing Harry every time Parvati Patil eyed him in the Great Hall) wanted to hear it out loud. “It means… it means I give you my dedication in exchange for your submission,” Harry murmured, gently massaging her bruised ass. Wednesday mewled, her cheeks burning at the embarrassing sound that escaped her lips. “It means you sit with me in the Great Hall and you kneel under my desk gagging on my cock in the evenings. It means picnics by the Whomping Willow and late-night floggings in the newly repaired Room of Requirement,” Harry whispered, kissing her head. Wednesday considered his proposal. He understood her in a way that bordered on the supernatural, and if she didn’t know any better she would have suspected him of being a very adept Legilimens. “No dates?” “No dates. No roses. Definitely no afternoon jaunts to Madame Puddifoot’s. I will not go out with anyone else but-” Harry paused, chuckling internally at his own words. He’d said it as if he had any desire to date other girls. A single month with the dark-eyed goth on top of him was enough for him to realize that when it came to romantic partners, no one would ever be as good for him as Wednesday Addams. “You’re not my girlfriend.” “I’m your submissive,” Wednesday echoed with a satisfied groan. His fingers had found her tight slit, the gentle caress to her bruised petals causing her to black out for a second. Her hips subconsciously bucked against his hand, her body betraying the desire she worked so hard to keep hidden. “There’s just one thing to discuss then,” Harry whispered. “What’s that?” She had an inkling of what he would ask. He’d negotiated cuddles and aftercare after every spanking during her detentions with him, so much so that Enid had taken to cracking extremely unfunny ‘sub’ jokes around Harry. Wednesday lowered her head to his chest, gently kissing his scratched skin. The man had enough scars to last him a lifetime. The part of her that wasn’t envious decided she would try to heal some, not add her own. The idea of following in her mother’s footsteps and doting on a man worthy of her attention wasn’t… entirely revolting. She’d stomach the disgustingly smushy parts for Harry.  “The notion of an arrangement implies an exchange…” Harry murmured, groaning at the gentle caress of her soft, dark lips. “What do I get out of this?” Wednesday snorted, then rolled her eyes fondly. She should have realized her extremely witty lover would come up with some novel way to get what he wanted. She still didn’t understand his preoccupation with wanting to take care of her. What kind of man turned down uncomplicated hard fucking in favor of taking care of the girl who offered it? “Sex is much more fun when you’re not hungry,” Harry murmured, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I know this was your first time, but you’ll see what I mean.” “You lied when you told me you’re horrible at Legilimency,” Wednesday accused. She stared at him, her dark eyes boring into his face, searching him for evidence of dishonesty. “No,” Harry laughed. “I didn’t. I’ve just gotten very good at guessing what’s on your mind, Wednesday Addams. So, what do I get from this arrangement?” he asked, his eyes sparkling mischievously. If he wanted to make it a game, she’d play along. Wednesday pushed herself away from his chest, her knees resting on either side of his body as she straddled his waist. She tilted her head and arched her back, unashamedly putting her petite body on display for him. “This,” she whispered with an impish grin, slowly grinding against his twitching cock. She watched with satisfaction as his eyes hungrily roved over her slender figure before finally settling on her firm, pert breasts. They quivered with every breath and she arched her back further, inviting him to take what she was offering. To his credit, he resisted the irresistible. “I… want… more,” Harry gasped. He clutched the bedsheet under him so hard that his knuckles turned white, the man desperately holding out for a better bargain. “What do you have in mind?” Wednesday gently flicked her nipple, exaggerating her breathy moans for his benefit. Every moan was louder than the last and each was a dent in his resolve. Wednesday knew he’d break sooner or later, flip her over, and fuck her raw. All she had to do was stick to what she was already doing. A lesser man would have already broken by now, Wednesday mused, increasing the pace of her humping. “If you’re… fuck…” Harry groaned, his cock already hard and raring to go. “If you’re satisfied with our… arrangement after a week… I get to collar you,” Harry mumbled, clutching the sheets tighter. Wednesday nearly fell off his lap in surprise. “You want to collar me?” she asked, her normally deadpan voice animated. “I thought you’d negotiate for cuddles.” “Cuddles are an implied and intrinsic part of our arrangement, princess,” Harry said with a breathless chuckle. “We’ll cuddle for ten minutes and only after you do something that involves bruises, welts, or me crying,” Wednesday offered. She rested her dainty hands on his broad chest to keep her balance, her eyes locked with his. “My best and only offer.” “I thought we were negotiating your collaring.” “There’s nothing to negotiate,” Wednesday replied with a shrug. “I’ll let you collar me.” She bent and captured his lips for an uncharacteristically gentle kiss. Flowers, she hated with a passion. A band of leather around her neck symbolizing her commitment to her dominant? That, Wednesday decided, she could do.  It took Harry a minute to get over his shock and reciprocate. “I didn’t think you’d agree to my proposal this easily.” A permanent symbol of our bond around my neck driving all those insipid girls circling you like sharks crazy? Where do I sign up? Putting self-appointed ‘Queen Bees’ in their rightful place was a simple pleasure she had enjoyed since her early years in Nevermore. The thought of Parvati Patil seething with rage at the sight of Harry choosing her out of everyone in the castle to be his collared submissive was almost enough to bring a smile to her face. “I’m a complicated creature, Harry Potter,” Wednesday replied, her eyes alit with amusement. She slowly rolled off him, ignoring his disappointed groan when the pressure around his throbbing manhood disappeared. “What’re you doing?” Harry demanded in a low growl, turning to his side to face her. Wednesday had fished her bra off the floor and was lazily slipping it back on, letting him have an unobstructed view of her body but staying tantalizing out of reach. Harry’s eyes flickered to her gleaming thighs and the white trickle slowly making its way down her right leg. “We should check on Enid and Hermione,” Wednesday replied, pulling her hair free from the two black scrunchies holding them in place and quickly redoing her pigtails. Her face she cleaned with a simple wandless charm, washing away the make-up and tears staining her skin. “I’m worried about them.” My girl-submissive is a fucking tease, Harry thought grumpily, trying to ignore his rock-hard cock. “You’re not. You’re just being difficult,” Harry groused. He reached out to grab her arm, only for her to nimbly step away from him. Harry finally gave up and slipped out of bed, reluctantly padding around the room to retrieve his clothing. “I’m always going to be difficult,” Wednesday whispered. She hugged him from behind, wrapping her slender arms around his waist. “Nothing will change that, not even a collar,” she added, slowly peppering the tanned skin of his back with black lip prints. She reached up and trapped his earlobe between her teeth, gently tugging on it. “Wednesday…” Harry groaned. His cock was throbbing in his boxers, begging for attention that was nowhere to be found. “I waited a month for you, sir, surely you can wait an afternoon?” She slipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, giving it a playful squeeze before retreating. “You’re not the only one who can play this game…” Her voice was barely audible. Her hot breath tickled his skin as she leaned up to kiss his cheek before slipping away. She padded over to the door and waited for him to join her. Harry had no choice but to follow. She deliberately stayed in front of him the entire time, swaying her hips with every step she took. His eyes were fixed on the gentle bounce of her bruised ass, the throbbing in his pants getting worse with every passing second. She was egging him on with her actions and the teasing glances she shot back at him every few seconds, enticing him to give in and lose control. But he stubbornly held on, just as determined as she was to win their duel. They walked down to the living room and Wednesday retrieved her short black dress and his cloak. She took her time pulling them on, giving him a slow and sensual reverse striptease. “Mhm. I do love a strong man. I wonder what’ll happen when you finally snap?” Wednesday smirked. She leaned up to kiss him, her body pressed against his, giving him one last chance to lose the impressive level of self-control he had displayed throughout their courtship. “There was a piece of a murderous maniac’s soul in me, Wednesday. I spend sleepless nights worrying not all of it left,” Harry whispered against her lips. “You won’t like it when I snap.” “Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. You won’t find out if you keep holding back,” Wednesday whispered before pulling away. She took his hand and pulled him through the house, trying to find the front door so they could go crash her best friend’s date. They didn’t have to go far to find Enid and Hermione. They emerged from the house, arguing about whether or not the gashes on the walls left by Remus’ claws needed to be repaired. Preoccupied as they were, they didn’t notice the couple walking up the short pathway leading to the house. Harry crashed into Enid, nearly sending the tiny blonde crashing to the ground. Only Hermione’s hasty intervention prevented that from happening. The Head Girl reached out to grab Enid’s arm, glaring goodnaturedly at Harry. “Did your girlfriend finally make good on her threat to pluck out your eyes?” Hermione teased, staring at the disheveled couple in front of her with an amused smile on her face. “She’s not-” “I’m not-” Harry and Wednesday spoke out at once before lapsing into silence. Harry’s cheeks turned pink. Wednesday on the other hand glared at both Enid and Hermione, daring them to say anything. Enid, more than immune to her best friend’s threats and glares after years together clapped her hands and squealed in excitement. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Wednesday, pulling her into a hug. Anyone else (even Harry) attempting something like that would have been an automatic death sentence. But with Enid, Wednesday merely tolerated the hug. Her arms remained firmly by her side, the girl determined not to feed her friend’s worst instincts. “I can’t believe you finally did it!” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Enid,” Wednesday said flatly. “I smell him on you, silly!” Enid leaned closer, just as Wednesday leaned away. Wednesday begged Enid with her eyes to stop, only for the excited werewolf to completely miss the silent request. “All over you.” Enid frowned. “Even your hair. How did you get it in-” “I uh… I slipped on a sock and my… essence… well it went flying everywhere,” Harry said with a straight face and a serious voice. Enid turned to him with a frown. “Are you hurt?” “Completely fine,” Harry reassured the peppy blonde with a smile. Enid grinned and turned her attention back to her best friend. “What’re you doing here?” Harry whispered to Hermione, trying his darndest not to smile at the sight in front of him. He was certain the retribution for any amusement he expressed at Wednesday’s current predicament would be both swift and brutal. “Well, we finished with our tea date and I thought I’d show Enid the little present we’ve been working on for her. Imagine my surprise when on my way here not one, not two, but three different couples told me that new ghosts have taken up residence in the Shrieking Shack and are shrieking away,” Hermione said with a chuckle, her amused eyes not missing the changed dynamic between her best friend and the strange new exchange student from across the pond. Something had changed. “A terrified third-year Hufflepuff even mentioned that the word ‘murder’ was being yelled.” Harry blushed. “I’d be careful about putting stock in unsubstantiated rumors, Hermione. Because I heard one that said you topped an adorable werewolf in the bathroom of Madame Puddifoot’s. Said werewolf was so distracted afterwards that she wore her skirt inside out and walked through all of Hogsmeade without noticing her mistake,” Harry whispered, nodding to the visible seams on Enid’s skirt. Hermione’s eyes widened. “We should get back to the castle. It’s getting late. I can show you the Shrieking Shack the day of the full moon,” Hermione muttered, hastily grabbing Enid’s wrist and leading her back towards the village. Wednesday sidled up to Harry. They were close enough that their hands brushed every few seconds as they walked. “Thank you,” she whispered, finally speaking up once they had crossed the village’s Main Street and were well on their way back to the castle. “Enid can get carried away sometimes,” she added, staring at the laughing couple in front of her. “So can Hermione. They’re quite suited for each other.” “Harry, I have to let you know, if Hermione breaks Enid’s heart-” “She won’t,” Harry said firmly. “But if she does, I won’t stand in your way. Hermione’s a big girl. She can defend herself,” Harry said with a quiet chuckle. “Just… nothing too bad.” “Minor maiming,” Wednesday offered. Harry shook his head. “Minor bruising.” “Severe bruising.” “Moderate bruising,” Harry countered. “Deal,” Wednesday murmured, bumping her shoulder with his. Their trek across the grounds was interrupted by a loud, pitiful cry. Harry turned towards the sound, frowning when he realized it came from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, just a small distance away from Hagrid’s hut. “Did you hear that?” Harry asked. Hermione nodded, drawing out her wand. Harry followed suit, while Wednesday’s hand disappeared under her cloak and into the folds of her dress, clutching the hilt of the knife tucked away in a carefully made sheath that was a feature in all her dresses. Enid tilted her head and stuck her nose in the air, sniffing the still winter air. “Smells like blood,” she murmured, suddenly worried. Harry and Hermione exchanged quick glances before rushing in the direction of the cry. Wednesday was not far behind with Enid bringing up the rear. At the very edge of the forest lay a tiny unicorn. It was a foal, not more than a few months old and very obviously injured. “This isn’t good,” Harry murmured, slowly kneeling next to the injured unicorn. It shied away from the touch of a man, but was too weak to stop Harry from pushing away its mane so he could study the large gash in its skin. It was clearly agitated however and Wednesday kneeled next to Harry, tugging on his wrist to pull his hand away from the poor creature. “Let me,” she whispered, gently pressing her palm against the wound to staunch the bleeding. To everyone’s surprise, the creature neighed in relief and immediately calmed down. “Enid, can you go get Professor Hagrid? He should be in his hut. I can see smoke rising from the chimney,” Hermione said. She had her wand out and was facing the Forbidden Forest, her entire body tense. Harry scrambled to his feet and quickly followed suit, whipping out his wand as his eyes scanned the treeline for signs of a threat. “What’s going on?” Wednesday asked, looking up at them in confusion. She awkwardly ran her fingers through the distressed unicorn’s mane, trying to soothe the poor creature’s pain. She scowled when the creature neighed quietly and pushed its head up into her lap, snuggling into her for comfort. Despite the terse situation Harry had to fight hard not to smile when Wednesday didn’t push the unicorn away, instead wrapping her free hand around the foal protectively. “The last person to hurt a unicorn in this forest was Voldemort,” Harry replied, shifting to his right to shield the foal and Wednesday with his body. “He’s dead,” Hermione replied, clutching her wand tight enough for her knuckles to turn white. The slur carved into the skin of her arm throbbed, an ever-present reminder of the suffering and misery they had suffered. “We think he’s dead,” Harry reminded her. He focused on his scar, trying to call on his connection with the Dark Lord. Nothing. The gash had stayed quiet ever since that fateful night in the forest. “We think we destroyed all his Horcruxes. Do we know for sure?” Harry challenged. “He can’t have split his soul into more than seven parts, Harry!” “If anyone is insane enough to try, it’s him. Maybe Dumbledore missed one during his research and we didn’t pick up on it either. It doesn’t matter. We’ve beaten him before and if he has somehow returned, we’ll beat him again. How do we find out for sure if all his Horcruxes were destroyed?” “I suppose the books will have some way to test for their presence,” Hermione muttered thoughtfully. “A lot of the magic in them escaped me when I first read them, but now that I’ve spent two years studying advanced Arithmancy in my spare time…” “Where are they? Please tell me you didn’t destroy them.” “What?!” Hermione sounded aghast at the idea of destroying knowledge, no matter how dangerous it was. “No! I didn’t want to risk leaving them in my dorms so I kept them in a box under a shelf in the Forbidden Section of the library. I placed a Fidelius over it so only I’d have access to them. I was going to take the books with us when we left.” “We need to go to the library,” Harry muttered, relaxing slightly at the sight of Hagrid. His old friend closed the distance between them in a few steps, Enid running behind him in an attempt to keep up. “Enid says there’s a hurt unicorn?” Hagrid asked, his bushy eyebrows pushed together in a frown. Harry nodded and stepped aside, revealing Wednesday and the distressed foal in her lap. “Do ya know who-” “Sorry Hagrid.” Harry shook his head apologetically. “It was already wounded and alone when we got here on our way back from Hogsmeade.” “Right. I’ll take her back to me hut. She should be fine as long as I stop the bleeding. Could do with some help tending to her wounds?” Hagrid asked hopefully. He bent and easily lifted the tiny unicorn in his arms. “We’ll swing by later, Hagrid,” Harry said apologetically, ignoring Enid’s crestfallen expression. “We have somewhere to be right now.” “Right.” Hagrid hurried back to his hut, knowing he had to stop the bleeding before the blood loss became too severe. “Why can’t we go help?” Enid asked, pouting slightly. “We need to go to the library,” Hermione replied, pulling the shorter girl into a hug and kissing her forehead. “But after that, I’m sure Hagrid won’t mind us dropping in to check on how she’s doing.” “You alright?” Harry asked, helping Wednesday to her feet. “Slightly nauseated.” Wednesday gestured to the cuteness on display in front of them with her blood-stained hands. “But I’ll live.” Harry pressed his wand against her skin, cleaning the blood with a gentle scourgify. “Wednesday Addams has a heart. Who knew?” Harry whispered as they followed the couple in front of them to the castle. Hermione was holding a visibly distraught Enid’s hand, their fingers threaded together. Harry knew better than to try the same with his girl-submissive. Submissive. He had to get in the habit of calling her his submissive. He had no idea what she would do if he accidentally called her his girlfriend out loud and had no desire to find out. “Speak of this to anyone and I will smother you in your sleep,” Wednesday replied coldly. “No you won’t,” Harry grinned. Wednesday scowled at him but was prevented from retorting by Professor McGonagall. The Headmistress was standing patiently by the large, iron-wrought doors of the castle and she was seemingly waiting for them. “Miss Addams, a minute of your time please?” “Is everything alright, professor?” Wednesday asked, adopting a neutral tone. She’d get her revenge on Harry later. After all, it was a dish best served cold. “Yes. Your parents wrote to me about your familiar,” Professor McGonagall replied. “After giving the matter careful thought, I am inclined to allow you an exception to the cat, owl, or toad rule that Hogwarts enforces.” She stepped aside, a small smile on her face. “Thing!” Wednesday exclaimed. She scooped up the disembodied hand hiding behind the Headmistress. I missed you too, Thing gestured. Thankfully, the only person other than Wednesday who understood the gesture was Enid, who squealed and clapped her hands together in joy. “Yes, I know. Enid is still just as insufferable,” Wednesday said, a small smile on her face. “Hasn’t learned a thing.” Her best friend rolled her eyes. “The rules that apply to other familiars also apply to… Thing,” Professor McGonagall reminded Wednesday. “Understood, professor.” Wednesday nodded, raising her hand to allow Thing to hop onto her shoulder. “Potter. Granger. Miss Sinclair.” Professor McGonagall nodded to each in turn. “I wish you all a very good day.” With that, she walked around them and out of the castle. They watched her take the path that led to Hogsmeade, waiting for her to disappear from sight before resuming their journey to the library. Harry didn’t know why he didn’t tell his old mentor about the unicorn (it wasn’t as if it would stay hidden from the Headmistress for too long), but it was a beautiful day and she had just as much a right to enjoy it as anyone else. Besides, he wanted to get his facts straight before he approached her or Kingsley. The library was deserted, devoid even of the normally ever-present Madam Pince. “Why is it called the Forbidden Section? Do people in this castle just like slapping ‘Forbidden’ before the names of places?” Wednesday asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a misnomer. It’s not really Forbidden,” Hermione explained. “You just need a teacher’s permission to access the section.” “Or our permission, which is much easier to obtain,” Harry smirked. He grasped the brass doorknob, the door unlocking once the wards recognized his identity. “Harry! We’ve had this discussion before,” Hermione growled, slipping into the secluded section after Wednesday and Enid. “You can’t just give permission to everyone who wants a peek. This place is dangerous!” She shook her head. Her friend had grown up a lot, but some parts of him would never change. Hermione walked over to the second aisle, kneeling to dispel the Fidelius. She retrieved the trunk neatly tucked under the bookshelf, checking it carefully to ensure it hadn’t been tampered with. “It’s just books,” Enid said with a confused shrug. “Books with instructions for making Deadly Draughts and casting the worst Hexes ever invented. Once I came across a book that meticulously laid out every poison without any known antidote and how to brew them,” Harry explained, looking around at the tattered and ominous texts arranged neatly on every shelf. “There’s this book that melts the flesh off your face if you open a certain page.” Wednesday and Enid had very different reactions to this titibit of information. Enid appeared to be horrified that such texts existed and were stored in a school. Wednesday had moved closer to Harry, trying her best to control her breathing. Near-death experiences. Eerie houses. Deadly poisons. Harry Potter really did know how to spoil a girl. “Logic dictates that this is a bad place to open that,” she said before Hermione could pop open the trunk. “You should take it back to your dorms. Enid you should go with her.” Enid blushed heavily at the not so subtle suggestion. Hermione was not too different, both girls staring at the trunk with red cheeks. “Why?” Enid squeaked, hastily withdrawing her hand from Hermione’s grasp. “You can hear and smell someone before they even enter the dormitory and warn Hermione,” Wednesday suggested, her tone neutral. “There’s a reason why the contents of that trunk are being kept under the strongest protection charm in existence, yes?” “I mean, it won’t be so bad here. The library is-” Wednesday grabbed the bulge in Harry’s pants, immediately shutting him up. She tilted her head to look up at him with dark eyes filled with mischief, her hand discreetly massaging his growing erection. Enid immediately smelled the arousal in the air and whipped her head up at Wednesday, giving her a look that clearly said, ‘Seriously?’ Wednesday gave her best friend a tiny, almost imperceptible shrug. “Come on Hermione, she may have a point,” Enid huffed, single-handedly lifting the trunk. Hermione followed her, thoroughly confused by the sudden turn of events. “Thing, go with them. Keep them safe,” Wednesday instructed. Her familiar nodded and hopped off her shoulder, scampering after Enid and Hermione. “Let me guess, you want to see the book full of recipes for deadly poisons,” Harry guessed, watching Wednesday shut the door once they were alone. “I want you to bend me over this desk and ravish me with my face buried in it,” Wednesday whispered, breathing heavily. She wasn’t going to try to hide just how much he turned her on. Not when they were alone. The Whomping Willow, the Shrieking Shack, and now a library filled with dangerous and deadly books, he had tried to tailor their entire day together in accordance with her tastes. He hadn’t shied away from her love for the macabre, he had happily taken part in it. He’s annoyingly endearing, Wednesday mused, keeping her dark eyes locked with his wide green ones as she tugged his shirt over his head. “I’ll go find the book.” “I’ll be right here,” Wednesday murmured. She leaned against the table, trying to fight the growing warmth in her chest. My cardiac condition’s back, she mused, glaring halfheartedly at her chest in an effort to get her heart to behave. It seemed to flutter far too often in her dominant’s presence. Thing’s heavy fingers pattering across the lone wooden table in the Forbidden Section drew her attention away from Harry. Wednesday turned to look at her familiar with a frown. Years of being together had turned them into masters of silent communication and their conversation went unnoticed by Harry, who was still two aisles away trying to find the book that contained the recipes for the deadliest poisons known to Wizarding Kind. What’re you doing here? I thought I told you to go and keep an eye on Enid! Wednesday gestured, glaring at Thing. Thing nodded, then scampered over to the edge of the table and jumped up to the ledge of the only window in the Forbidden Section. Unlike the other windows in the Library, it was an internal window, looking out at the rest of the Library instead of the castle grounds. Thing insistently tapped the glass, causing Wednesday to roll her eyes and walk over. She frowned when she noticed the two girls seated at the table just below the window. To her surprise, it wasn’t Lavender and Parvati. The blonde she recognized. Patricia Thornberry, a fellow American and Seventh-Year Ravenclaw who hated her guts for reasons unknown. She had always pegged it down to the long-standing rivalry between Nevermore and Ilvermony, but now she wondered if there was a deeper reason for her animosity than a silly feud between their previous schools.  She had no idea who the other girl was, but she wore a tie with the same shades of red and gold as Harry’s. Wednesday’s frown deepened. To her knowledge, Patricia had no Gryffindor friends. The only people she hung out with were Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson, and when she wasn’t with them, she spent her time browsing through inane Witch Weekly articles and passing snide comments on Enid’s choice of clothing and make-up. Are they plotting? Thing nodded. Thanks, Wednesday gestured. She pressed her ear against the pane, picking up pieces of the hushed conversation. “... you already tried a potion before. Are you insane?” “I tried a love potion. And was stupid enough to…” “So you’re not looking for a love potion?” “No… nausea potion…” “... what’s the plan here?” “... he’ll be stuck in bed… nurse him back to health… he’ll see I’m much better than that stuck-up bitch… no way she’ll bother to take care of him…” Wednesday pulled away, having heard enough. “Juvenile,” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. Was that truly the best idea they could come up with? If she wanted to, she could have cooked up a better plan to entrap Harry in her sleep. She quietly stepped away from the window and padded over to the table. Thing followed her, surprised by his mistress’s nonchalant response to what she had just overheard. Thank you, Wednesday gestured. Now go be with Enid. Thing stayed unmoving, causing Wednesday to sigh quietly. I have a plan. Don’t worry. Be quiet when you leave, I don’t want them to know I’m here just yet. Thing shot her his version of a smile before hopping to the floor and scampering out of the Forbidden Section, leaving Wednesday alone with Harry and an unwitting audience. Time to completely shatter their fantasies, Wednesday thought with grim satisfaction. Her initial thoughts had (naturally) strayed to a slow and painful death for the hags planning to harm her Harry, but she realized she had a much better option to put them in their place. She slipped out of her dress and bra, letting her clothes pool around her ankles. She stepped out of the frilly fabric and hopped up onto the desk, slowly turning in Harry’s direction and pushing her legs apart so the first thing he saw when he returned was just how wet she was for him. Won’t take care of him? Wednesday scoffed. Her fingers gently separated her pussy lips, leaving her pink core and the hint of white staining her walls on full display for Harry. “I can’t find the book I’m sorry-” Harry emerged from behind the tall bookcase, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him. Wednesday was sprawled on the table, lazily fingering her pussy. Her fingers were coated with his cum, the digits picking up a little more of his seed with every thrust into her tight slit. Her free hand toyed with her bare breasts, tugging and twisting on her rapidly stiffening brown nubs. “Forget the book,” Wednesday whispered, beckoning him over with her gaze. She moaned, just loud enough for the sound to carry through the window and over to the part of the library adjoining the Forbidden Section. “Let me take care of you, sir…” I pity the poor fool who thinks they can take on Wednesday Addams. You can read all chapters of this story right away on my Patreon! My Patreon!

Chapter 2 - The Not Date

Content Warnings: Facefucking, Makeup Ruining, Teasing. “Too much?” Enid asked, holding up a violently pink sweater. Wednesday bit back her real opinion in favor of a noncommittal shrug. “I’m told people like it when their dates dress in cute clothes. And for reasons unknown, pink is considered cute.” A safe answer. An answer she wouldn’t even have dreamed of giving a few years ago. But after everything they’d gone through, Wednesday had grown fond of her annoyingly cheerful and colorful best friend. “I hope she likes it,” Enid muttered, pulling the sweater over her head. “Should I wear the snood?” she asked, her voice muffled. Wednesday casually stabbed a fly that landed on her desk, her curved, venom-imbibed knife sinking into the soft wood of the desk. “No, I think snoods are best reserved for third dates, Enid.” “Did you wear yours on your third date with our handsome Head Boy?” Enid giggled, spraying herself with perfume. She twirled for Wednesday, who offered her a polite smile in response, the loudest approval the werewolf would get from her best friend. “I am not dating Harry Potter.” Wednesday pulled out her knife and cleaned it with a rag, before carefully sheathing it into the scabbard that hung from her waist. “Well,” Enid started, bending over and resting her chin on Wednesday’s shoulder. She studied her best friend’s reflection in the polished silver mirror, a small smile on her face. Winged eyeliner, dark black lipstick, and a special foundation that turned her cheeks deathly white completed Wednesday’s look. Her hair was secured in open pigtails instead of braids, something she had noticed her best friend do more and more often over the past month. “Rumors on the grapevine say he has turned down several proposals. I overheard Hermione tell Patil that he was in a serious relationship and that she had no chance in hell at getting him to agree to go out with her.” Wednesday smiled, unable to help the flutter of satisfaction in her chest despite her violent disagreement with everything her best friend had just said. “Was this before or after you asked the Head Girl if you could suck her face, Enid?” Enid scowled and slapped the raven-haired girl’s shoulder. “I do not suck face, thank you very much. I kiss. Passionately. Anyways, half the castle thinks you’re dating the most famous wizard in Britain. The other half wants to kill you because they’d rather date the most famous wizard in Britain.” “I am not in a relationship with Harry Potter,” Wednesday muttered obstinately as she put on the silver owl earrings he’d gotten her as a gift. “I am not his girlfriend. I am his submissive. We have a deliciously sadomasochistic… arrangement where he regularly flogs my ass, something I derive immense pleasure from. That is all there is to it. Although I suppose I do derive some happiness from the risk of death attached to our… arrangement.” “Arrangement’s just another word for a relationship if you ask me.” “Are we ready to go?” Wednesday asked, not dignifying her friend’s statement with a response. “I am, not sure about you.” “I’m ready.” Wednesday got to her feet, her hands gently smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. Enid eyed her dubiously. “Please don’t tell me you’ve taken after our new friend when it comes to dressing sense?” she asked, glancing over at Luna’s empty bed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “You’re wearing a dress.” “So?” “You’re wearing a black, silk, short-sleeved dress in the middle of winter in the Scottish Highlands.” “I will enjoy the biting chill of the October wind against my skin.” “Or maybe you just want Harry to give you his cloak,” Enid teased. She giggled and retreated out of the dormitory before Wednesday could respond. Wednesday settled for glaring at the closed door. She glanced at the table, suddenly wishing she had had the foresight to bring Thing along with her. He’d have known exactly what to make of her messy entanglement with Harry Potter. She considered grabbing a cloak on her way out of the now-empty dormitory but ultimately decided against it. At least the chilly air would provide a welcome distraction if her dominant insisted on dragging her to Hogsmeade like every other romantic fool in the castle. She climbed down the stairs and strode through the lively Ravenclaw Common Room, attracting a fair bit of attention and more than one appreciative glance on her way. There was, after all, something quite exciting about a gorgeous woman who looked like she’d smother you without hesitation after giving you the best orgasm of your life. She hadn’t yet smothered Harry. She didn’t understand why. Her urge to stab him also seemed to lessen with every passing day, and the only conclusion she could come to was that she enjoyed his company. A truly horrifying thought, if there ever was one. She walked through the mostly empty hallways of the castle, letting her feet guide her to his office. Her new wand was in her hand, the girl absentmindedly twirling the unfamiliar piece of wood between her fingers. She wasn’t much for flashier pieces of magic. Potions and Visions, that was where she excelled. She paused in front of his shut door, her brain taking a minute to realize she had arrived outside his office. She raised a fist, knocking smartly on his door once, then a second time. “In a minute!” She could hear the rustling of papers and then the scraping of a chair before the door opened and she came face to face with the messy hair and gorgeous green eyes of her… something. “Miss Addams.” Her heart skipped a beat at the crooked smile on his face. Or perhaps it was a deadly cardiac disease she’d developed after her ill-advised attempt to fix and then taste Longbottom’s potion. She fervently hoped it was the latter. “Sir,” she said formally, her hands clasped behind her and back as straight as a rod. “Come in. I was just working out the detention schedule for next week. Imagine my surprise when I realize you’re not on it.” Harry stepped aside, allowing her to slip into the room before shutting the door behind her. “I’ve been behaving. Just like you demanded.” “Is that why every dish of meat around Malfoy was infested with maggots last night?” Harry raised an eyebrow, his smile growing. “Perhaps in your capacity as Head Boy, you should keep a closer eye on the house elves and who they’re making friends with. Just a suggestion, of course,” Wednesday responded, her own lips curving into a small smile. Harry pushed her against the shut door, trapping her petite body between the rough oak of the door and his large frame. His hands grabbed her slender waist, fingers sinking into her skin with bruising force as he effortlessly lifted her to meet his lips. “I missed you,” he growled against her lips as he set her down on his feet, bending slightly so they could continue kissing. His hands moved to grab her wrists, pinning her hands to the door on either side of her head. A quiet hiss of approval escaped her lips and Harry took advantage of it, his tongue slipping in between her parted lips to plunder her mouth and effortlessly claim it as his. “Perhaps a visit to the hospital wing is necessary, sir. Repeated knocks from bludgers seem to have affected your memory. We saw each other just this morning,” Wednesday groaned quietly, pushing her thighs together and rubbing them to generate some much-needed friction for her neglected pussy. Gods, I missed you too. “Keep talking and you’ll end up over my knee before we even leave this room,” Harry growled, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He peppered her alabaster skin with kisses, his lips slowly making their way to her pulse point. Wednesday bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, stubbornly refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan. “You know how to show a girl a good time,” Wednesday teased breathily, her eyes fluttering shut. She groaned quietly as his lips closed around her pulse point, his teeth sinking into her soft skin. She let his hands roam over her tiny body, all her attention concentrated on the large hickey he was sucking on her neck. A trophy, she thought blissfully, floating in the sea of Subspace in her mind that the man seemed able to activate with a simple look or touch. Fuck. I quite like the idea of flaunting his claim on me in front of people. Wednesday Addams decided she was well and truly fucked, and not in the good way that involved lots of chains, whips, and gags. “We are not spending the entire day locked up in my office, Wednesday,” Harry muttered, rolling his eyes as he pulled away. His eyes were clouded with lust and he was breathing heavily, and Wednesday knew he was barely restraining himself from flipping her around and fucking her silly. She also knew exactly how to push him over the edge, but against her better judgment, she held back. Enid had told them both to meet each other halfway, and she supposed it was her turn. Even though the time she’d spent curled up on his lap while he worked after each and every one of her detentions the previous week was certainly enough affection to last any sane individual a lifetime. “I suppose we could go meet Professor Trelawney? I’ve been meaning to compare our increasingly gruesome visions of your death,” Wednesday suggested hopefully. Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to die by choking on an apple while you ride me, Wednesday.” He walked over to his table to grab his purse, slipping it into his pocket before turning to her. “I had something different in mind.” He grabbed his cloak from the stand and wrapped it around her shoulders before she could react, overcoming her resistance and squirming with a glare and a warning squeeze to her modest chest. “Are we going to Hogsmeade like every other person in this castle?” Wednesday scowled, trying not to enjoy the softness, the warmth, and the unmistakable and absolutely heavenly scent that radiated from his cloak. “Not quite.” Harry grinned, extending his hand. Wednesday reluctantly placed hers in his, letting him thread their fingers together before pulling her out of the office. They descended down to the Atrium, walking into the crowd of students milling about, waiting for their friends or dates. Except when they emerged out into the courtyard, Harry did not follow the long line of students making their way down to the path that led to Hogsmeade. He instead tugged on their enjoined hands and pulled her out into the castle grounds. Wednesday blinked in displeasure as they climbed up a grassy hill. The sun, while weak and barely pushing through the gray clouds hanging in the blue sky was an unwelcome addition to their… not date. Rendezvous, Wednesday decided, settling on a term palatable to her. Harry led her up the hill and down the other side, forcing her to continue their pointless exploration of the great outdoors. “Where are we going?” Wednesday asked, trying her best not to sound too surly. She could stomach a few minutes of sun for him, she decided. Harry grinned and pointed to the Whomping Willow. Its branches gently quivered in the wind, dropping leaves onto the brown soil around it. No grass grew close to the tree and Wednesday could sense an aura of malevolence surrounding it, something which pleased her greatly. “You want our first time together with me pressed against the rough bark of that tree? You are full of surprises, Harry Potter.” While she had truly enjoyed the spankings he had administered every detention the past week, it had left her with a strange desire to reciprocate and pleasure him in return. Or, as she reminded herself every time she got a bit too sentimental, perhaps she was simply bored of the monotony of existence and wanted the excitement that only choking on a particularly large cock could bring. Maybe it was a little of both, although she’d never admit it to him. “I’m not fucking you against the Whomping Willow, Wednesday.” “Then what are we doing here in this infernal sun, sir?” Wednesday asked, failing her in her attempt to stop the pout on her face. What did a girl have to do to get ravished against a tree in full view of anyone who might pass them by? “The sun isn’t even-” Harry shook his head. He bent and picked up a rock with his free hand and tossed it in the tree’s direction. The rock hit it right in the middle of the trunk and Wednesday watched enraptured as the branches came to life, whirling madly in the air and beating the ground around the tree, tossing up clumps of dirt and fallen leaves. “Since Quidditch and Bludgers were too tame for you, I thought I’d invent a sport more to your liking. There’s a hidden entrance at the base of the tree which leads us to where we need to be. To get to it, we have to get past the-” “Whomping Willow,” Wednesday interrupted, recalling the name he had used. “And it doesn’t hold back?” “Nope. I was nearly killed by it a few years ago.” “You are indeed full of surprises, Harry Potter.” Wednesday turned and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, blushing lightly. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she studied the tree and its quivering, spiky branches. He understood her in a way no man ever had before. They’d all tried to change her once the excitement of being with her inevitably faded, trying to get her to conform to their ideals. Harry’s willingness to accept her for who she was, in word and in deed, filled her chest with a warm, fuzzy, entirely unfamiliar feeling. “And you want to do this with me?” Wednesday asked softly, uncharacteristically shy for once. Harry turned to her and winked, a playful smile on his face that caused her bloody cardiac condition to return. “Of course. I’m not going to let you have all the fun alone.” He freed his hand from hers and took a cautious step toward the tree. Wednesday followed suit, both of them slowly approaching the tree, keeping an eye out for the branches. They stayed unmoving, their leaves gently rustling in the wind. Harry could see the excitement light up Wednesday’s normally deadpan eyes. The nervous quiver in her steps, as she approached the tree, gave away just how much she had been craving an adventure like this. The tree jerked to life when they were a few feet away from it, uncurling and ominously stomping its branches on the ground in a warning. Harry turned to Wednesday with a questioning glance, only to receive a smirk and a determined step forward in response. Harry watched as Wednesday ducked with the grace of a swan to avoid the branch hurtling in her direction. The branch swept empty air inches from her face, the girl rolling in between two boughs in an attempt to get closer to the tree. He was so engrossed in watching her that he missed the branch of the Whomping Willow speeding into his side. It collided with him with the force of a bludger, knocking him into the air and towards her. “Hi,” he panted, the air knocked out of his lungs. His fall had been broken when he landed on top of her, her tiny body covered with his much larger frame. “Enjoying yourself?” “The risk of a painful death does make for a somewhat bearable date,” Wednesday replied carelessly, the happy grin on her face in complete contrast with her words. “We’re dating, are we?” Harry asked, rolling away from her to avoid getting impaled. Both of them scrambled onto their hands and knees, ducking and weaving through the sweeping branches as they tried to get closer to the enraged tree and the entrance hidden in its roots. “I think the repeated bludger knocks have affected your hearing too, sir,” Wednesday groaned, a branch throwing her onto the ground next to him. She shook her head to shake out clumps of dirt from her pigtails, glaring half-heartedly at him. “We decided we wouldn’t date, didn’t we? This is a rendezvous,” Wednesday muttered, sprinting the last few feet to the tree trunk with him. An exciting, romantic, perfect… rendezvous. “A… rendezvous. Is that what the call dates across the pond?” Harry teased, watching Wednesday collapse on his chest. He poked the knot that sent the tree back to sleep, resting his back against the scarred trunk as they both tried to catch their breath. Wednesday refused to answer, simply glaring at him and wondering why she couldn’t muster the will to stab his annoying, gorgeous face. “And how did you like this particular experience?” “Everything hurts and I’m bruised all over. So it was absolutely perfect. Although I must admit, it’s not as fun as when you punish me,” Wednesday answered, placing her dainty hand through his. The makeup did an exemplary job of covering the faint blush on her cheeks as he threaded their fingers together and used their intertwined hands to pull her into the dark and damp secret passageway under the tree. Harry raised his wand high in the air, lighting it with a quiet ‘Lumos’. “I think I’m beginning to see the charm of Hogwarts,” Wednesday murmured, her dark eyes studying the rough-hewn walls around them with interest. “Does the castle have more secret passageways?” “Yep. Although not all of them are as dangerous to use as this one. Remind me to show you the one that leads to the Chamber of Secrets. Something tells me you’ll get a kick out of seeing a basilisk skeleton.” Wednesday’s eyes grew wide. “A real basilisk?” she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. “Do you think it still has its venom?” “Yep. Killed it in my second year here. And I don’t know, but even if it does, there’s no way I’m letting you walk around with a vial of basilisk venom on you, princess. The temptation to use it on people who annoy you would be irresistible.” “I-” Harry turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “Fine,” Wednesday huffed. “Do I get to keep the skin?” “You can keep as much of the skin as you want,” Harry conceded, climbing up the steps that led to the Shrieking Shack. He opened the trapdoor, pulling himself into the dilapidated living room before helping her up. “Did you really kill a basilisk?” “Yeah,” Harry groaned, stretching his sore muscles. “There was this… version of the Dark Lord I was telling you about. He wanted to use it to lure and consume Ginny so he could come back to life.” “He’s an utter moron. If I had the tools he had at his disposal, I’d have accomplished everything he failed to do in a single year.” “Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t evil, Wednesday,” Harry whispered, pressing his lips against hers for a quick kiss. “Just adorably homicidal,” he teased, winking as he stood. “Do you date every girl you save? Weasley. Greengrass. Luna? A smart person would tell you that you have a savior complex,” Wednesday shot back. She stood, brushing the dust from his annoyingly warm and comfy cloak. “Didn’t save you.” “We’re not dating.” Wednesday looked around at the room they were in. Furniture was broken and upturned, the walls bore deep gashes, and the atmosphere was perfectly eerie. “Although if this were a date, I’d say you picked the perfect spot and that you aren’t completely without romantic potential, sir.” “This is the Shrieking Shack. My godfather bought it after he graduated from Hogwarts.” “Is it haunted?” Wednesday’s fingers ran over the keys of the grand piano she was standing next to. A dirgeful melody filled the room, the perfect fit for their surroundings. “I didn’t know ghosts cleaned,” Wednesday muttered, looking around the room. Despite its dilapidated state, the room was devoid of dust, cobwebs, and everything else that might point to it being an abandoned, haunted house. “The people living in Hogsmeade think so.” Harry wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her closer. Wednesday sighed when her back hit his firm chest, gently shifting to trap the rapidly growing tent in his pants between her asscheeks. “It was made for one of my father’s friends. He was a werewolf, and he attended school before Wolfsbane was invented. So the Headmaster created this house as a place for him to transform safely,” Harry explained, the back of his hand slowly moving down her body, tracing her slender curves. “The villagers heard the howls, shrieks, and racket and thought the place was haunted. The teachers, my father, and my godfather all encouraged the rumor to keep Remus’ secret safe.” “Did you clean it up when your godfather gifted it to you? Want to make it into a proper little house with a lawn and a white fence?” Wednesday teased, arching her back to push her modest chest into his waiting hands. “My godfather’s been dead for three years now.” “I’m… sorry,” Wednesday whispered, confused by the genuine sorrow she felt at the sadness in his voice. “It’s alright.” Harry cleared his throat. “Neither Remus nor I have used it since then. No, it’s clean because I’ve been helping Hermione spruce it up in case Enid wants to use it.” Wednesday tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes full of questions. “I thought Enid would prefer to spend her full moons in the house and its grounds instead of a small classroom listening to murder podcasts on the radio with you. We can join her on the nights she wants company. On the nights she doesn’t… well, you always have me,” Harry whispered, pushing his knee between her thighs. He slowly raised the knee, his actions causing her short dress to ride up to the curve of her ass. “Why?” Wednesday breathed, the annoying flutter in her heart returning. Harry Potter was making her feel things and as much as she hated it, she had no desire for it to stop. “She’s important to you. Hermione seems to like her. You and Hermione are important to me. Seemed like a no-brainer to lend her the house,” Harry murmured, a grin breaking out on his face when his knee came to rest against her damp slit. “No panties, Miss Addams? My, aren’t you a naughty girl.” “Maybe you should punish me, sir,” Wednesday whispered, shivering in his arms. His knee gently scraped against her dripping slit, the rough wool of his pants providing much-needed friction to her neglected pussy. He had pointedly refused to touch her there throughout their dalliance and the girl had stubbornly refused to do it herself either, holding out for when he broke down and claimed her womanhood for himself. “By bending me over the piano and claiming me?” she suggested, her lips parted and tongue lolling out as she panted. “You want me to fuck you, Miss Addams?” “Please,” Wednesday begged in a quiet hiss. Her body was limp, putty in his hands as his fingers sank into her soft breasts. He increased the pace of his knee and Wednesday bit her lip, wanton moans threatening to spill out of her mouth. “If you want me to fuck you, Miss Addams, you’ll have to earn it,” Harry growled, abruptly pulling his knee away. Wednesday growled with frustration, a single tear leaking out of the corner of her eye. So close. So so close. She could smell her arousal clinging to his pants. “But… you’re aroused too. Let me take care of you…” Wednesday mumbled, deciding to change tactics. “You’ve been aroused all week, sir,” she reasoned. “Teaching me to behave shouldn’t be a punishment for you.” “That I have been. Punishing your disobedient ass has been…” Harry paused. He had no words to express how it had felt. How it… she… how he had had to plunge himself in a cold shower every night after she’d left, desperately rubbing one out with images of her gorgeous dark eyes and pretty lips floating in his mind. He placed a hand on her shoulder, firmly forcing her down to her knees. “But if you want to serve me-” Wednesday’s amused eyes flickered up to him, a pleased smile on her face. “You’re finally going to uphold your end of the bargain we made our very first time together? You know, I’ve neglected to mention this in our negotiations, sir, but it’s generally the submissive who demands aftercare,” Wednesday teased, shuffling on her knees to turn and face him. Her nimble fingers flew to his pants, making quick work of the button and pulling them and his boxers down his legs, letting them pool around his ankles. She bit back a gasp as his throbbing manhood sprung free, eyeing the massive length with unconcealed desire. Luna hadn’t been exaggerating one bit when it came to his size. “Nor does the submissive beg to serve her dominant,” she whispered. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his girth, struggling to fit completely around his shaft. She started at the very top of his sensitive tip, covering it in a ring of gentle kisses all while keeping her eyes trained on her lover. “W-when… oh, Merlin,” Harry groaned, his fingers sinking into her sleek black hair. “Fuck. When your submissive is a masochistic brat, you need to get creative,” Harry mumbled, shuddering as Wednesday blew air on his tip before she swirled her tongue around it, lapping up the precum. Choke. Gag. Drool, Wednesday reminded herself, her lips curling into a grin as they wrapped around his cock. She swallowed inch after inch of his length, never once taking her eyes off him. Harry regained his senses before she’d managed to take even half of him in her mouth. He tightened his hold on her hair, his nails scraping against her scalp as he moved to grab her pigtails for leverage. He tugged on them, pushing her down on his length until his tip hit the back of her throat. Wednesday took a second to adjust before nodding almost imperceptibly. “God, you’re perfect,” Harry groaned as she buried her nose in his crotch, his cock sheathed in her throat. Wednesday moaned, the sound causing her walls to flutter around his girth, stimulating the feel of a pussy. Harry swayed, breathing heavily. Wednesday was enthusiastically swirling her tongue around his shaft, massaging it and tracing the veins crisscrossing it even as she choked on his cock. She held herself in place as the air in her lungs slowly ran out, letting him watch her growing struggle to breathe until she finally broke free, her chest heaving. A thin trickle of drool connected her swollen lips to his tip and Wednesday subconsciously stayed close to him, not wishing to sever that connection between them. Harry let her take a second to compose herself before guiding her lips back to his tip, repeating the process all over again. “Breathe through your nose, princess. Don’t panic,” Harry advised, gently running his fingers through her hair. Whatever she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Harry let her reach halfway before he pulled her away, her confusion only lasting for as long as it took for him to push her back down on his length. Wednesday allowed him to set the pace, her hands grasping his thighs for support as she was made to swallow more and more of his cock with every thrust. Her lips stretched around his thick length, the drool leaking out of the corners of her mouth flying around and coating her cheeks, chin, and neck as he fucked her face. Throughout it all she refused to look away or close her eyes, looking up at him with eyes filled with devotion and submission. She wanted to serve him, and there was nothing, not even the lack of air and her burning lungs that would deter her from her mission. Harry pushed her nose into his crotch, his cock sheathed inside her throat. Wednesday moaned quietly, her fluttering throat walls gently massaging his length. Harry gasped, an involuntary groan escaping his lips. Watching the effect it had on him, Wednesday moaned again. “F-fuck. You cheeky little minx,” Harry growled, breathing heavily. He tightened his hold on her pigtails, roughly pulling her free of his cock. Wednesday gasped, breathing in gulps of air to soothe her burning lungs. She got only a moment of reprieve before she was pushed back down on his cock, Harry picking up a much more ruthless pace than he had before. He rocked his hips in time with his tugs on her pigtails, pistoning in and out of the warm embrace of her mouth and helpless throat. Tears leaked out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks, washing away her mascara with them. Thick black trails ran down her cheeks, the perfect contrast to her deathly pale skin. A week of cold showers and masturbating his desires away had left him on a hair-trigger and it wasn’t long before Harry erupted with a loud groan. He buried himself in her throat as he came, holding her against him as he shot ropes of thick, warm cum down her throat. Wednesday swallowed valiantly but was soon choking on the amount of seed trickling down her throat and filling her mouth, trickles of the white liquid leaking out from her parted lips and running down to her chin. Harry pulled out of her, her eyes finally fluttering shut as he dumped the last few loads on her face. The first rope of cum slammed onto her skin, covering her face diagonally from forehead to cheek. Within minutes her skin was soaked, with a few dollops of cum even ending up in her hair. “What now?” Harry whispered, his slowly softening cock twitching at the sight of the cum-covered girl kneeling before him. Wednesday gracefully got to her feet, her actions a complete contrast to the utter mess that was her face. She slowly swallowed the seed in her mouth, savoring the salty taste. “The full moon isn’t till Tuesday, yes?” Harry nodded, watching with wide eyes as Wednesday unclasped the cloak around her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She kept her dark eyes locked with his as she unzipped her dress, the silky fabric loosely hanging off her shoulders. “And you have no pressing duties, nor do we have any classes over the weekend.” Harry nodded again, his throat suddenly dry. She had shimmied out of the dress, letting it pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it, taking a step closer to him. “Wednesday, what’re you doing?” Harry asked hoarsely. “Too hot in here,” Wednesday murmured, toying with the strap of her bra and with him. Harry’s eyes roved her figure, the man trying his best to control his heavy breathing. She was dressed in nothing but a black and silver lacy bra, black satin stockings, and short silver heels. Her luscious black hair, secured in two open pigtails tumbled over her shoulders and down to her lower back, begging to be grabbed and pulled. Her face was a mess, a patchwork of thick trails of black eyeliner running down her cheeks and his own cum covering her skin from forehead to chin. Wednesday ran a finger over her cheek, gathering up a dollop of his cum before popping it in her mouth. “If you want to be a good host, you should… test the comforts of this house before giving it to my friend,” she whispered, cleaning another dollop of cum off her fingers. Harry, however, wasn’t watching, his eyes fixed on her small breasts straining against the sheer bra that contained them with every breath. “Perhaps by bending me over every flat surface you can find and having your way with me?” Harry moved to grab her wrist, only for her to nimbly jump out of the way. “I wouldn’t really be a masochistic brat if I made it too easy for you, would I sir?” she teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’m yours…” she said, slowly moving away from him and towards the door behind her. “If you can catch me.” And with that, she ran. I am having far too much fun writing this story, and having them solve a new mystery while falling in love and having kinky, steamy sex all over the castle. 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Chapter 1 - The Dragon Smugglers

Content Warnings: Teasing Daphne nervously tugged on her ill-fitting uniform. She hated the stiff navy blazer and pencil skirt. It, like a lot of things in the Ministry, was utterly impractical and ill-suited for someone who spent their entire day with Magical Creatures. Change was afoot, spearheaded by visionaries like the new Minister for Magic, but even someone as competent as Kingsley Shacklebolt couldn’t remove two decades' worth of rot overnight. At least she only had to wear it for her quarterly reports with her boss. In the field, far away from the judgmental eyes of the Head of the Department for Magical Creatures, she preferred her usual fare of crop tops and tattered jeans. “You can go in now,” the secretary said, opening the door to Theodore Carnby’s office by pressing a button under her desk. Daphne stood, ready to dump her written report on the pompous man’s desk and make a quick exit. She had no desire to spend the rest of her day hearing far-fetched tales of him wrestling trolls into submission. “My report,” Daphne said shortly, dumping the heavy file onto the large ornate desk. She looked at the portly man. He seemed like someone who had never left the comfort of his chair, let alone spent months in the mud taking care of endangered creatures who needed their aid. “The giants are all settled. They’re happy with their area of the forest and there have been no complaints or fights so far.” “Good. Good. I didn’t see the need to deal with those savages… I mean, they chose the losing side, right? But when Harry Potter and Hermione Granger tell you to do something…” He let loose a long-suffering sigh. Taking orders from people decades younger than him should have been a humbling experience, but nothing seemed to affect the man and the delusional world he lived in. “He defeated the Dark Lord, sir,” Daphne reminded him dryly, “You don’t ignore the request of such a man.” Not if you want to keep your job. And incompetent though he was, if there was one thing Theodore Carnby was good at, it was keeping his job. Carnby snorted, clearly irked by her not-so-subtle taunt. “Well, I’m glad you feel that way, Greengrass. Because Potter has volunteered to be your protection detail for the next six months.” Daphne’s smug expression melted away. “P-protection detail?” she stammered, her heart hammering in her chest. “We’ve talked about this.” “And I said no,” Daphne replied stubbornly. “I don’t need an Auror stomping around, mucking things up. I don’t need a babysitter.” “I’m afraid it’s not a request this time. The dragon smugglers you busted have dangerous friends. There’s a five hundred galleon bounty on your head. This comes from the Minister himself. Either you take Potter, or you stay right here in Britain,” Carnby said with a smile, clearly enjoying her discomfort. I hope he fires your ass, Daphne thought sourly. “Alright,” she muttered, massaging the bridge of her nose. “Can it be someone other than Potter? I mean, surely the man has something better to do than to trudge through the forests of Central Europe for the next six months.” “As I said, he volunteered to do it. And like you said, we can’t really say no to the Boy-Who-Lived, can we?” Carnby leaned back in his chair, pleased. He had laid the trap, and she had walked right into it. “We could try?” Daphne offered hopefully. “Look, I know you have your issues with Potter given your… opposing ideologies,” Carnby leaned forward, adopting a serious expression that just made him look sillier. “But you need to make a good impression. Our department-” He paused, and Daphne knew he was really just talking about himself. “Our department might finally get the recognition it deserves.” I joined the resistance while you were licking boots in the Ministry. It took all of her willpower not to scowl at him. “Yeah… but sir… those opposing ideologies…” Daphne stammered. She seized on the excuse, not willing to let the man know her real reasons for not wanting Harry around. “It’s already done, Greengrass. If you want to study those dragons, you take Potter along, and you make sure you make a good impression.” With that, she was dismissed, the man waving him out of his office. How exactly does one go about seducing a man? In all honesty, she probably had more important things to worry about. Like the fact that she was taking cover behind a fallen tree trunk in a bloody thunderstorm, trying to avoid the flashes of red and green whizzing over her head while Harry freaking Potter fought two smugglers to protect her stupid ass. But thinking about that only turned her thoughts back to the man currently parrying the two thickset Hungarians without breaking a sweat. Her mind wandered from the way his biceps strained against the ridiculously small shirt she’d gotten for him after making him ditch his official Auror uniform to his gorgeous eyes to his lips and the way they felt every time he brushed them against her forehead for being a good girl. Which she was. Often. Fuck’s sake, I stopped smoking because he asked. That alone should have gotten her a good hard railing every night during their month-long vacation in Naples. Unfortunately, she had tried everything short of literally flinging her panties in his face. The man simply refused to take the hint. When she’d first been assigned a bodyguard for protection by her boss, she had practically revolted and decided to smother the asshole they planned to send to babysit her. She didn’t need a babysitter. She was the most celebrated Magizoologist in all of Europe! And then they insisted on sending Harry freaking Potter and she completely forgot about her plan. In fact, she completely forgot how to think, speak, or breathe. It was, after all, quite difficult to murder the man she’d been crushing on for the past five years of her life. Unfortunately, the lack of a mother and an absent father had left her somewhat lacking in social skills, something that had earned her the rather unfair nickname: The Ice Queen. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to people. She didn’t know how to. She had joined his secret club, been one of three Slytherins to fight in the final battle for him against their own housemates, and yet she doubted he was even aware of her existence until he had apparently volunteered to babysit her as they traveled all over Europe. This is why I stick to magical creatures. They were simple. They had rules she could follow. Annoy a dragon and you end up as his lunch. Try to annoy your crush by shitting all over his cooking and he simply chuckles, ruffles your hair, and feeds you the (admittedly delicious) soup himself. He was her boyfriend but he wasn’t her boyfriend and nothing she did seemed to change that. She glanced at her clothes under the long transparent raincoat. She was wearing a low-cut tank top (no bra, the man could literally see her nipples poking through the thin wet fabric if he bothered to look!), a short skirt, and bloody heels. The only way she could bare more skin to him was if she turned up on their expeditions butt-naked. And yet… nothing. If Tracey hadn’t supplied her with enough dirt about his legendary conquests to fill a mountain, she would have quite honestly suspected he preferred men. What if you’re just not his type? Gorgeous five-foot tall blondes with big boobs are every man’s type, Daphne reminded her brain. A hand gently grasping her shoulder broke her free of her thoughts and she jumped, the pounding in her chest slowing down when she realized it was simply Harry bending to check on her. “You alright?” Daphne nodded, still too high-strung to speak. “Y-you’re wet,” she rasped when she finally found her voice. He seemed to have lost his raincoat in the duel with the smugglers. “I’ll live.” I’m not sure I will, she thought as she tried to avoid staring at him. The white shirt clung to his body, every firm muscle standing out in stark contrast against the fabric. She gulped, extending a shaky hand to clamber to her feet. She suppressed a shiver as his hands patted her body with clinical precision, checking for injuries. “You’re not hurt?” He couldn’t find anything, and withdrew his hands. A bloody shame, if someone had thought to ask Daphne. No one did, so she kept her mouth shut. Does an aching pussy count? She shook her head. “Alright.” “What happened to the men?” “Stunned and bound to a tree. They’ll come to in an hour or two. The German authorities can pick them up in the morning.” “It was two against one.” Harry shrugged. “I’ve had worse odds.” He didn’t say anything about their clasped hands. They’d been holding hands more and more often, which Daphne took to be a goodish sign. The only problem was that if they continued at their current pace, she’d be eighty before he remembered that there was much more he could do to her than simply hold her hand. She interlaced her fingers with his and rested her head on his shoulder as they walked through the now eerily quiet forest, trying to regain their bearings so they could return to their tent for the night. “So, princess-” Daphne bit her lip at the nickname. “What lesson did we learn today?” “Let the big bad Auror sort out all your problems?” Harry snorted, drawing a giggle from her. His hold on her hand tightened, and Daphne suddenly realized they were characters straight out of the romance novels Tracey loved. She was the genius researcher in trouble, and he, the badass hero who metaphorically burst in at the last minute to save her ass. Didn’t all those stories end with the two disappearing under blankets? Right. If fate wouldn’t give it to her, she’d just have to craft her own happy ending. “How about… When you have a five hundred galleon bounty on your head, don’t roam around without a wand?” “I’m trying to raise awareness by showing it’s safe to approach dragons without them!” “And while it’s admirable that you’re trying to stop the practice of stunning and hurting dragons, you need to be able to defend yourself, Fi.” Daphne slapped his chest. “That’s your job.” “A little help would be nice,” Harry teased back, finally relaxing as they walked past the wards around their tent. Their tent lay in the very middle of their clearing, protected from the rain and elements by charms. A fire roared in front of its opening, its warmth highly welcome after their experience in the forest. “Wouldn’t be fair.” She reluctantly pulled her hand free from his and walked over to the fire. She peeled off her raincoat, draping it over the makeshift clothes rack next to the fire. “You’re Harry Potter. Those two thugs never stood a chance. I’ll join in when it’s ten to one.” “You’re going to get me killed, woman.” “Is that why you sent your replacement away and chose to stick around for another tour?” Daphne asked, sticking her tongue out at him. “Honestly?” Harry responded, following her into the tent. “That was to avoid going to Chudley Canon matches with Ron. They’re winning this season and that alone is more terrifying than anything this forest throws at me.” He brushed his lips against her damp forehead, walking past her to the kitchen. “I’ll make some cocoa to warm us up.” Daphne growled in frustration. She had literally started to undress in the middle of the tent, the strap of her tank top halfway down her arm and her breast seconds away from popping free, and he had simply walked away from her without so much as a glance. Maybe smothering him in his sleep isn’t such a bad idea after all. Or… As she ran her fingers through her damp hair, she studied her outfit and came up with a much better idea. She peeled off her drenched tank top and skirt, tossing them over to the couch. The frilly pink panties she had on, however, she pulled free and bunched up in her hand before slowly sauntering into the kitchen, her hips swaying as she tried her best to make a memorable entrance. All for naught. His back was to her as he fiddled with the tiny stove, setting a small pan on it to heat up milk for the cocoa he had promised. Must. Not. Smother. “Harry?” She leaned against the small wooden table that they used to eat their meals, draping herself over it as seductively as she possibly could. Her arms pushed against her torso, making her magnificent breasts pop even more than normal. Each creamy mound was topped by a large pink areola, her nipples rock-hard due to a combination of the cold and the semi-permanent state of arousal she seemed to be in around him. Her heels had a similar effect on her asscheeks, her firm ass raised up in the air for him to easily grab should he choose to do so. Her smoky gray eyes stared at the object of her affection with a seductive gaze, her pink lips curved in a pout that was half frustration and half unbridled desire. “Yes?” She tried not to scowl when he wouldn’t even turn around. “You take care of me. You cook me meals, you keep me safe, you even carry me to bed every night I fall asleep reading on the couch…” Merlin, she hoped he would see where she was going with this. “Just doing my job. I’m here to take care of you, princess,” Harry responded with a chuckle. She wanted to slam her head onto the table. “I don’t think cuddling me every evening and staying up reading me stories all night because I was sad a baby dragon died are part of your job description, Potter,” Daphne replied tartly. “You basically do everything my boyfriend would but you’ve never tried to ask me out, why?” A quiet chuckle escaped her lips when he fumbled, nearly dropping the entire can of cocoa into the pan of milk. “I didn’t… I just felt like I… I liked taking care of you,” he said softly, revealing much more of his feelings to the observant Slytherin than he had intended. “I didn’t mean to take Blaise’s place, sorry.” “Blaise?” Daphne raised an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see her. This was new. What did Zabini have to do with his reluctance to sleep with her? “Tracey told me you went out with him a couple of times.” Daphne sighed. Her best friend really needed to learn when to shut up. “So what, he now has a claim to me for the rest of my life?” Daphne challenged, frowning. Surely Harry didn’t believe in antiquated Pureblood notions like those? “What? No! I just thought… I mean I thought Tracey brought it up as a warning to me. You know, keep your hands to yourself, she’s taken sort of a deal?” Daphne rolled her eyes, slowly pushing herself up from the table. The position was uncomfortable and Harry seemed to be deliberately avoiding turning around to face her. Why were the two people she loved more than anyone else in the world such fucking idiots? “Harry, half the castle rode the Zabini train. I’m pretty sure Granger punched a ticket once or twice when she came back to Hogwarts after the war. Does that mean she has feelings for him? No, she doesn’t. No girl in her right mind actually seriously dates Zabini,” Daphne muttered, running a frustrated hand through her long blonde hair. “I didn’t want to graduate with zero romantic experience, so I asked him.” She paused, suddenly feeling the need to clarify further. “It was a grand total of two dates, all in all. A wholly unsatisfactory experience.” “So… you’re not dating him right now?” No, you dingbat! I have feelings for you! She wanted to scream it while whacking him on the head with a wooden spoon, but she settled for something milder, “No, Harry. I’m not dating him. If the choice was between dating him and pining after you…” Daphne took a deep breath. “I’d spend my life pining after you. Zabini went out with me as a favor because there was no way I was going to let the guy I actually liked… I mean you have dated sexual goddesses like Ginny Weasley and Lavender Brown; you have Veelas lusting after you… well, I wasn’t going to let you… I thought you wouldn’t like me if I was this naive idiot after what I heard about your sexual escapades.” “Thought?” “Now I know you’re a fucking sap and our first time would probably be on a bed littered with rose petals. You’ll give me a night I’d treasure for the rest of my life if you just pull your head out of your ass.” “Sounds like a nightmare.” “God, you have no idea. You are so goddamn thoughtful, I sometimes want to smother you in your sleep.” Daphne chuckled. “Seriously, you never made a move because of Blaise? Did you really think I’d try to seduce you if I had a boyfriend?” “I… you were trying to seduce me?!” Daphne walked over to him, leaning up to wrap her slender arms around his neck. She buried her face in his damp shirt, her large breasts squished against the firm muscles of his back. “No, Potter. All dragon handlers wear a mini-skirt and heels, not to mention a form-fitting tank top while taming dragons,” she said dryly. “I…” “No way! You really thought this was what I usually wore to work?!” Daphne giggled, gently kissing up his neck. “The only dragon handler I knew before you was Charlie! He usually wore a shirt and leather pants but he’s a bloke now, isn’t he? It’s not like he’d wear this,” Harry muttered, sounding wounded. Daphne shook her head and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Any other reasons why I’m not curled up in our bed with your cum leaking out of me, Potter?” She grinned when he heard his breath hitch. Oh, he wanted her. Badly. He was just being his usual selfless idiot about it. “I… I’m here to protect you, right? To provide a safe environment for you to continue your studies. I thought… I didn’t want to be disrespectful.” Daphne suppressed the urge to snort. “You oblivious Gryffindor. Why the fuck did I have to fall in love with you…” She shook her head, reaching out and pushing her bunched-up panties in his hand. “Harry?” “Yes, Fi?” “Disrespect me.” Nerdy, Cute AcademicxHunky, Hot Protector? Hell yes. You can read all chapters of this story right away on my Patreon! I have 2 versions of the latest chapter, so remember to vote for the direction you'd like the story to go in as well! My Patreon!

Chapter 5 - Common Room Deliberations

Content Warnings: Semi-Public, Exhibitionism, Rough Sex, Teasing, CMNF, Aftercare His Uncle had once told him the devil could take many forms. To him, the devil had beautiful dark eyes and a playful smirk. And a body so perfect, it was perhaps sinful to even gaze upon it. And the sweet temptation she offered? If he was going to hell for indulging in it, he’d go there a happy man. “Here?!” Harry whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from her body. His eyes shamelessly roved over her slender curves, determined to take the time to appreciate his partner’s beauty. All their previous encounters had been in his office or other semi-public places, and they’d all been somewhat quick affairs. His heart sped up as he peered into her smoky eyes. His gaze slowly shifted lower, moving past her plump, dark lips and settling on her modest breasts, each mound capped by a brown nub already stiff with arousal and begging for attention. His cock twitched as his eyes moved to her flat belly, his body reacting to the primeval urge to breed his mate. No more, Harry thought as he took in the hint of pink peeking out from between her gleaming thighs, deciding they’d change things up after their risky quickie in the library. He wondered how good it’d feel to have Wednesday Addams for an entire night. “The library’s empty,” Wednesday lied. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. The library had indeed been empty when they’d walked in and as far as he knew, that was still very much the case. “And all this talk of dark rituals and poison has me…” she trailed off, deciding to use something far more potent than words to demonstrate her point. She dipped her fingers between her thighs to gather up her arousal and held up the digits so he could watch the tangy liquid gently roll off her skin and splash down to the floor before. “If you don’t want to, I guess we could always-” She was cut off by Harry lunging forward and smashing his lips against hers. Her tongue met his in a playful duel as her nimble fingers joined his hands in an attempt to get rid of all the unnecessary layers of clothes covering his gorgeous physique as fast as possible. She tossed his unbuttoned shirt to one end of the room while he kicked his pants away to the other end. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys along her pale skin. “Against the bookshelf. Against all those dangerous, heinous, nasty books… ” Wednesday moaned, threading her fingers through his messy black hair even as her free hand tugged his boxers down to his ankles, finally freeing his massive erection. Harry groaned and nodded, effortlessly lifting her up into his arms. She locked her slender legs around his waist, grabbing his shoulders for support as he turned and pinned her against the nearest bookshelf. “AH!” Wednesday screamed as her bruised, welted ass slammed against the hardwood. A delightful jolt of pain shot up her spine, immediately tugging into Subspace. “You’re mine,” Harry growled. “I’ll believe it when you manage to put a collar around my neck,” Wednesday shot back. Her eyes flickered to the window she had deliberately left open, her satisfaction growing at the sight of two pairs of brown eyes peering through the opening, spying on her and Harry. “Spend the night with me,” Harry murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist to help her keep her balance. His other hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. He slowly guided the tip of his throbbing cock to her dripping slit, determined to savor every second of his time with her. “On one condition,” Wednesday moaned. She kept her eyes on the girls spying on them, making sure they realized she was aware of their presence. If they thought she’d stop now that she knew they were watching… An audience makes everything better, she thought with a smirk. Fencing. Murder. Claiming my dominant in front of the vultures who think they have a chance with him. “You say I’m yours. I don’t believe you. Fuck me like you’re claiming me,” Wednesday challenged. She trapped his earlobe between her teeth and tugged on it, enjoying the quiet hiss her actions elicited. “Fuck me like I’m yours, and I just might believe you,” Wednesday whispered, her hot breath tickling his skin. She knew she was playing with fire, goading him on in such a brazen fashion. But she had seen glimpses of his other persona in the Shack, the one that was an unforgiving dominant.  Nothing had ever turned her on as much as being trapped in a house with that man. Now that she had a taste, she wanted more. Harry growled and angled his tip against her dripping slit, keeping his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft to guide it. He took a deep breath and plunged into her with one firm thrust, impaling her tight pussy without preamble or warning. “AH! Gods!” Wednesday screamed, her eyes flying wide open at the force of the thrust. Her attention shifted away from their audience for a brief second, dark eyes peering at her lover with a mixture of fear and lust. She loved this more primal side of him, even though he rarely showed it. He’s perfect. Wednesday thought with a moan, squirming helplessly in his arms. “You think you can escape?” Harry growled, thrusting deep inside her belly. Wednesday lost her train of thought and the ability to speak as his tip brushed against her G-Spot. She moaned loudly, clinging to his shoulders for support as he bottomed out in her. He paused for a minute, allowing her to collect herself. Her eyes flickered to the window, the warm, fuzzy feeling in her belly growing at the sight of the two pairs of eyes transfixed on Harry’s back. His large frame mostly obscured her body from view, which was a shame, but the scheming girls would still get an unobstructed view of her lover’s lean, muscled body and perfect ass. They’d get to see the sheer ecstasy on her face as Harry ravished her and watch his thick, long shaft plunge into the depths of her dripping core. They could stare all they wanted, but Harry was hers and no amount of scheming would ever change that. SPLASH. The sound drew her attention away from the window and she glanced down between their feet, at the rapidly growing puddle that had formed between Harry’s feet. She watched another trickle of her arousal run down the length of Harry’s cock. A thin trail of her juices hung from the base of his shaft and when it got too heavy, it splashed down to the floor, only to be replaced by another trail within seconds. SPLASH. I wonder if they’ll let me borrow their memories because I’d love to watch this- Her mind went blank as Harry pulled out of her tight pussy, only to thrust back in with as much force he could muster. “Harry!” Wednesday moaned, all thoughts of memories forgotten as she focused on the here and now. Her nails dug into his skin, and she desperately held onto his shoulders as he pounded in and out of her pussy. The books in the Forbidden Section had all been charmed so as not to accidentally fall from their shelves. But Harry’s thrusts were hard enough to make the entire rack she was pinned against rock back and forth, the books on its shelves rattling within the confines of their encasement charms. Harry pistoned in and out of her needy core with a speed and ferocity he hadn’t displayed before. No one watching them would have any doubts about just how badly he wanted her. Her burning walls fluttered around his shaft as every thrust caused them to stretch to their very limits. Only the copious amounts of her arousal coating his enormous girth and acting as lubricant allowed him to maintain the pace he had set. Even so, Wednesday knew she wouldn’t be walking anywhere the next day. They were still watching, she realized through the haze of Subspace settling over her mind. “Harder,” Wednesday begged, breathing heavily. She was swaying in his arms, fighting to stay conscious. Harry obliged with a quiet grunt and increased the force of his thrusts. His balls were tightening, the tense coil in the pit of his stomach ready to explode. Still, he stubbornly held on, determined to pull Wednesday over the edge with him. Her tiny body was now bouncing on his cock, every thrust pushing her up into the air, only for his hands on her hips to pull her back down on his cock. “H-Harry!” Wednesday moaned loudly. Beads of sweat rolled down from her forehead and onto her dark eyelashes, obscuring her vision. Everything was now hazy, from her eyesight to her thoughts. The uncomfortable tension in her belly was building up to unbearable levels, breaking down her resistance and causing her to beg for the first time in her life. “Please…” she whispered, begging for the release she so desperately craved. “Who do you belong to?” Harry growled. He kept up the thrusting, ignoring the screams of protest from his tired and aching muscles. “You!” Wednesday moaned, far beyond any thoughts of self-control or maintaining her public persona. “Whose collar will you wear?” “Yours!” “You’re my perfect princess,” Harry whispered, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips to ensure he held her in place. He pushed deep inside her, burying his face in the crook of her neck to stifle his loud groan as he came. Wednesday, who wanted the people spying on them to hear as much as possible did the opposite, leaning back against the bookshelf and tilting her head up to make sure her loud moan would carry over to the open window. Harry kept himself buried in her as he painted her velvet walls with ropes of thick, white seed. “Cum for me,” Harry ordered hoarsely, slowly kissing his way down her neck. “I… YES!” Wednesday shrieked, almost like she had been waiting for his command to come undone. Her arousal soaked his cock, streaming down her thighs in thick trails. They held each other as they rode the highs of their post-orgasmic bliss and tried to catch their breath. Neither wanted to be the one to pull away but after several minutes of improvised cuddling Wednesday cleared her throat softly. Harry set her down on wobbly feet, keeping his hand on her shoulder to make sure she didn’t fall should her exhausted legs betray her. Her entire body was sore and while she would have loved nothing more than to walk around the room enjoying the ache in her core that seemed to intensify with every step she took, she was on a mission and she was determined to see it through. She didn’t have to pretend to walk slowly. Patricia and her friend had ample time to ogle her naked body as she limped across the room to grab her dress. She hoped they’d take in her skin gleaming with sweat, the trickle of white seed making its way down her thighs, and see their cause was hopeless. If they needed any more evidence, all they had to do was see the effect she had on Harry. She glanced back at her lover, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk at the sight of him leaning against the bookshelf, panting as he tried to catch his breath. “We should do this more often,” Wednesday said, pulling the dress over her head. She limped back to him and turned, letting him zip it up for her. “What? Fuck in the library?” Harry asked with a tired chuckle. “The whole day. I wouldn’t mind meeting you outside of detention if our days look like this.” “I’m glad you had a good time, Wednesday,” Harry murmured, kissing her forehead. Her stupid heart flutter returned with a vengeance. “I’ll uh… I’ll be outside,” Wednesday said, a hint of pink gracing her cheeks. “I’ll make sure nobody noticed our little rendezvous.” “Okay,” Harry murmured distractedly, walking around the room in search of his scattered clothes. He ducked under a table to grab his boxers. Wednesday strutted out of the Forbidden Section on unsteady feet, not bothering to smoothen her ruffled dress or otherwise take care of her appearance. She normally preferred to be contrarian but well-dressed, but for this particular encounter, she wanted the girls to see just how well her… something (she still hadn’t decided what to call Harry, only that he wasn’t her boyfriend) had fucked her. The two girls were seated on the bench, poring over an upside-down book between them in a poorly disguised attempt to pretend that they hadn’t been spying on her getting ravished by Harry the entire time. “Interesting book?” Wednesday asked mildly, leaning against the table next to Romilda Vane. The younger Gryffindor met Wednesday’s intense gaze for a brief second before turning red and returning her attention to the pages in front of her. “I didn’t know reading the alphabet upside down was one of your abilities, Patricia. But I suppose when one has as few talents as you do, they focus all their energies on perfecting the ones they do possess.” Patricia had the good grace to scowl. Wednesday smiled. She detested bullying, and an opponent that didn’t fight back wasn’t a worthy one to have in her mind. “And you.” Wednesday turned to Romilda, deciding to knock some sense into the younger girl before dealing with her real target. While she thought it was sad and pathetic, she at least understood the Gryffindor acting like a lovesick puppy. Patricia was just there to cause trouble, and Wednesday decided it was high time she made her fellow housemate realize it wouldn’t end well for her. “Harry doesn’t sleep in Gryffindor Tower. The Head Boy and Girl have separate dormitories, which you don’t have access to,” Wednesday pointed out, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “The next time you try to come up with a sinister plot to entrap a man, go to someone with actual brains for help.” “At least I’m better than a woman who lets her man fuck her anywhere he wants like a common slut,” Patricia said. “Ghoulish whore,” she added under her breath. “Bold of you to assume Harry was the one who wanted to have sex in the Forbidden Section. Maybe he was just indulging my fantasy,” Wednesday said, her swollen lips twitching at the sight of their shocked faces. She leaned closer, her eyes boring into the two increasingly terrified girls. Her right hand disappeared into the folds of her dress and pulled out her knife from its specially designed pocket. Her eyes lit up with amusement when Romilda and Patricia visibly recoiled in fear. “You see the thing about ghoulish whores…” She pushed the knife under her dress, scraping the blade against her soft skin to gather the cum trickling down her thighs. “They always get the man,” she murmured, bringing the knife to her lips. She ran her tongue along its edge, making sure they watched her lap up Harry’s cum. She leaned closer to Patricia, trapping her in place. “Want to pick on me? That’s fine. Enid? Completely alright. She will probably rip you into two on one of the particularly bad nights she has every month. I quite look forward to it, to be honest. But Harry? He’s an incredibly powerful wizard who can turn you into gibbering monkeys with the flick of his wrist, but he’s also a kind, nice man who sees the best in everybody. Do anything to harm him and you’ll regret it,” Wednesday said, her voice calm and ice cold. It was the murderous look in her eyes that conveyed most of the threat. “If Harry so much as develops heartburn in the next few days, I’ll carve out your hearts and nail them to the castle door.” Wednesday plunged the knife into the desk, the sharp blade sinking into the wood between two of Patricia’s fingers. “Are we clear?” The two girls nodded with wide eyes and terrified expressions on their faces. “Good.” Wednesday pulled away from them and was in the process of tucking her knife back into her dress when Harry emerged from the Forbidden Section, his hair wild and messy and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. All three girls took the opportunity to ogle him before he spoke and broke the spell. “Everything alright?” Harry asked, eyeing Patricia and Romilda warily. “Yes.” Wednesday nodded. “Patricia and-” She turned to the younger girl, still unaware of her name. “Romilda Vane,” Harry spoke up when Romilda didn’t. He smiled politely at the girl who had once tried to drug him with a love potion. “Romilda got here minutes ago. I was just having a chat with Patricia about a Divination assignment,” Wednesday said, moving to his side. “Shall we go? Hermione and Enid are probably waiting for us.” Harry nodded. He stayed silent until they were out of the library and walking down the hallway to the staircase that would lead them up to the seventh floor and the Head Dormitories. “Alright, what did you actually say to them?” Harry asked, chuckling quietly. “I told you, a Divination assignment.” Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She squirmed, trying to ignore the weird feeling that bloomed in her chest every time she lied to him. “I threatened them to stay quiet about what they saw,” Wednesday admitted, deciding a half-truth was good enough. She had, after all, threatened them. “I doubt you want half the school to know what we got up to in the Forbidden Section by dinner time. I’m pretty sure we broke a few of your precious school rules back there.” “Plenty,” Harry murmured with a quiet chuckle. He reached out to take Wednesday’s hand as they hopped onto a moving staircase and to his surprise, she didn’t immediately slap it away. She did pull her wrist free from his grasp once they were safely on the staircase but the moment of tenderness was enough for him. Baby steps, he reminded himself. “So, what’d you threaten them with?” “Hmm?” “What was the threat?” Harry rephrased his question. They turned right once the creaking staircase had deposited them onto the sixth floor, walking down the hallway to the portrait of Morrigan the Elder that obscured the entrance to the Head Dormitories. “I threatened to carve out their hearts and nail them to the castle doors,” Wednesday replied with an unbothered shrug. “Threatening bodily harm to a student. That’s a week’s worth of detention, Miss Addams,” Harry said. “Nocturnus,” he added, watching the portrait swing to one side to reveal the opening behind it. “A week seems excessive. I didn’t actually go through with my threat,” Wednesday countered. While she enjoyed their time together in his office, she also wanted to explore more… varied locations. His large desk and the semi-public nature of his office did place a number of restrictions on what they could do. I wonder if Granger will let me install manacles and a spanking bench in here, she wondered, looking around the small common room. It had a central area with two couches arranged around a large wooden table that had on it an odd mixture of books and chocolate bars. In one corner of the room was a cozier sitting area with two comfy armchairs arranged right in front of the fireplace. A fire was blazing behind the ornate grill, warding away the cold October chill and keeping the room warm and toasty. The floor was covered with a soft, thick rug that immediately sank under her feet. The room fit his personality, she realized. Soft, warm, and welcoming. “A week. You will report at eight every night there-” Harry turned to the staircase on his right, pointing at the shut door at its top. “And wait for me on the bed. Is that understood, Miss Addams?” “Yes, sir,” Wednesday nodded, offering him a rare genuine smile. She wondered if he would let him peek at his brain so she could figure out how he could anticipate her desires with such ease. “Where are Enid and Hermione?” “Granger’s door is open. I’ll go get them.” She hiked up the steps leading up to the other door in the room and walked through the doorway into the Head Girl’s bedroom, only to chance upon a very curious sight. Wednesday’s amused eyes took in the visage of her hogtied and blindfolded best friend and she chuckled quietly. The curtains around the four-poster bed were not drawn and anyone who walked into the quiet bedroom would have an unobstructed view of a trussed-up and very naked Enid Sinclair and hear the quiet mewls escaping her pink lips. Although the Head Boy and Girl had the privilege of private bedrooms, there was no charm or mechanism stopping them from accessing each other's rooms and the two girls had to have considered the possibility of either Harry or her walking in on them after they were done with their ‘research’ in the Forbidden Section. Looks like I’m not the only one who enjoys an audience, she thought, resisting the urge to slip out and return with the camera Pugsley had gifted her. She was never going to let her best friend live this down. Ever. “You’d think it’d be easy to get ice in a room that has three champagne bottles in it. But nope. It’s all melted. The best I could do is-” Hermione stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Wednesday leaning against the doorway. “Cold water,” she squeaked. “Forget the water!” Enid moaned. She shifted, and it was then that Wednesday noticed the hot pink end of a dildo poking out from between her gleaming thighs. Wednesday’s smirk grew wider at the sight of the vibrating toy. “You’re a witch, aren’t you Granger?” “Huh?” Hermione blinked, her brain refusing to cooperate. After years of trying to deny her attraction to girls and busying herself with Ron as a distraction, she had finally caved when the peppy, adorable blonde asked her out. Enid was both her first serious girlfriend and first real submissive and while Harry’s tips had prepared her for a lot of situations, none of his advice had covered what to do if his girlfriend ever walked in on them. “Wednesday?!” Enid squeaked. She tried to turn in the direction of her voice, only to accidentally roll off the bed and fall to the floor. “OW!” “You’re a witch,” Wednesday pointed out again, watching the normally calm and collected Head Girl squirm with a satisfied smile. Principal Weems had often said she didn’t care if she made people uncomfortable. The woman was wrong. She enjoyed it. “If Harry can transfigure the old curtain in his office into a flogger, I’m pretty sure you can make ice. But Enid’s right, you should forget the water.” Wednesday turned to her friend, watching her squirm and moan on the floor with dark eyes alit with amusement. “That’s going to bruise, and not in a fun way. And you haven’t done the knot around her wrists properly. She’s going to lose circulation in her hands soon. And while I admit chopping off dead, shriveled limbs and preserving them in pickle jars is an exciting hobby, I’d much prefer it if my best friend kept all of hers for the foreseeable future.” “Right.” Hermione’s face turned red, the blush extending to the roots of her hair. She thrust the pail of water into Wednesday’s hands before rushing over to help her distressed girlfriend. Wednesday carefully set the bucket of cold water on the floor. “Harry and I are waiting downstairs,” she said, struggling to keep her voice neutral. “Get dressed. We have a mystery to solve.” She turned on her heel and walked out of the bedroom. A year ago she would have stayed put, happily reveling in the embarrassment her presence was causing the two girls. Pah. My stupidly adorable dominant is making me soft. “I don’t care what he thinks,” she muttered to herself. Still, she stomped down the stairs to the Common Room, ignoring the immediate speeding up of her heart at the sight of the handsome man seated in the armchair by the fire, staring broodingly into the flames. He’s sexy when he broods. Shut up, Wednesday growled at the suspiciously Enidesque voice in the back of her head. He’s… alright. Nothing special. Wednesday flopped onto Harry’s lap, curling up against his chest in a very catlike fashion. Harry raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, simply wrapping his arm around her slender frame and drawing her deeper into his chest. “Hermione and Enid?” “They’ll be down in a bit,” Wednesday answered, snuggling into him. “Enid is… tied up with something.” It wasn’t like she enjoyed it when he held her. Cuddles were simply the socially acceptable convention when it came to staking claim, and if she had to keep the sickeningly sweet and hapless man under her safe from all the women circling him like vultures, she’d have to stomach some measure of affectionate gestures. She snuggled deeper into the warmth of his chest, an involuntary yawn escaping her lips. “Tired?” Harry murmured. He chuckled at the quiet hiss when his hands shifted to her bruised ass. He lifted his wand from the coffee table next to the chair, opened the door to his room with a flick of his wrist, and summoned a jar of salve. “That better be aftershave,” Wednesday mumbled when she heard the gentle clink of the jar landing on the wooden table. She didn’t answer his question. She was sore, tired, and bruised after what she considered to be an excellent day, but exhaustion, like all other vulnerabilities, was not something she cared to display publicly.  “It’s a dittany salve. To make sure your welts heal properly,” Harry answered. “I don’t-” Wednesday attempted to pull away from him, only to be wordlessly yanked back into the embrace of his chest. “It’ll sting just as much as the aftershave,” Harry growled, roughly pushing his knee between her thighs. He lifted his foot and rested it on the footrest in front of the armchair, raising her ass in the air for easy access. An arm remained wrapped around her back, keeping her pinned against his chest. Wednesday couldn’t help the sigh escaping her lips. If this was his version of aftercare… she could live with it. It was still annoyingly sappy, but he added just enough force and pain to make it palatable. She lifted her hips to help him yank her dress up to her hips, hissing quietly as a gentle gust of warm air tickled her bruised skin. He pushed his hand into the jar, smearing the salve onto his fingers. His fingers roughly smeared each dark red welt on her pale ass with the salve. He did not shy away from forcefully massaging the balm into her skin. “Fuck,” Wednesday moaned. The combination of the gentle stinging caused by the dittany and the throbbing brought on by the massage of his calloused fingers was nothing short of divine. It was like he knew perfectly both what she needed and what she would accept, and had no trouble coming up with a middle path. She gently spread her legs, exposing her aching pussy to him should he wish to have access to it. It wasn’t the smartest of moves given she was so sore she could barely walk, but for the first time in her life, Wednesday Addams wasn’t thinking with her brain. She didn’t just want Harry. She hungered for him. “Seriously?!” Hermione’s snort broke the spell and Harry’s hands withdrew. Wednesday gently pushed herself up on his chest, turning to look at the two girls standing by the unoccupied armchair with a look that clearly said, ‘Really?’ “In the Common Room, Harry?” Hermione forged ahead despite the faint blush on her cheeks. “At least it’s better than substituting ice with cold water,” Wednesday pointed out, her hands lazily tugging on her dress to cover her bruised ass. “Ice with cold water? For what?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “For sexy time,” Enid squeaked. “That… that’s not going to work,” Harry said with a quiet chuckle. “I thought maybe if I dipped a cloth… it was a stupid idea and I know that now.” Hermione flopped into the armchair with a huff. She grabbed Enid’s wrist and gently pulled her girlfriend into her lap. “She also tied Enid up with a dangerous knot.” While Wednesday usually steered clear of Enid’s relationships, Hermione seemed to genuinely make her happy. She also cared about her friend’s physical safety, so she decided to wade in just this once. Begrudgingly. “I gave you that book, didn’t it help?” Hermione shrugged helplessly. “I tried to follow the instructions exactly as written.” “It wasn’t that bad,” Enid protested, squirming as Wednesday’s dark eyes flickered up to her. Wednesday held her gaze until she broke down and admitted, “Okay, I was starting to lose some sensation in my hands but it wasn’t a big deal.” “Relax,” Wednesday said softly. “For once, I approve of your choice of a partner. Even if she is shockingly incompetent.” “Hey!” Hermione turned red and glared at Wednesday, before turning to Harry in the hopes that he would back her up. “I mean… there was a compliment there too? She approves of you. Merlin, I’ve been her boy toy for more than a month and she’s yet to tell me she approves of me,” Harry pointed out diplomatically, far too smart to place himself in between his kinda-sorta-girlfriend and best friend. “When we have the time, Harry can demonstrate safe knots on me,” Wednesday forged ahead, ignoring the exchange. What others thought of her didn’t bother her in the slightest. Besides, she approved of Harry. She just didn’t want to tell him that and give him a big head. “On you?!” “Yes. Here. I’ll undress, he’ll get some rope, and he can show you how to safely tie your partner up.” “I… Uh… What… No?” Hermione spluttered. “Go easy on her, she still has a bit of what I call the ‘Ronald Weasley hangover’.” Wednesday knew who he was. They’d spent a lot of time during her detentions with him talking about their respective pasts. She also knew why they weren’t close anymore. “The man thinks a girl snogging in public is grounds enough to call her slutty and unfortunately some of his opinions rubbed off on Mione,” Harry whispered, placing a restraining hand on Wednesday’s shoulder. Gods. He really is making me soft. “Look,” Wednesday said firmly, her tone softening just a smidge. “You can watch and learn or Harry or I can sit in every time the two of you have sex and give you pointers there. Your choice.” “Please pick option one Mione. Because I do not want to have to coach you every time you sleep with Enid. It’s going to be like the time I tried to teach you how to fly, but worse,” Harry begged. “Wednesday wouldn’t-” “She would.” “I would.” Harry and Wednesday said at the same time. “Your girlfriend is ridiculous,” Hermione huffed. “She’s not my-” “-girlfriend,” Wednesday finished for Harry. “Fine.” Hermione groaned in frustration, giving up. “You can teach us with a practical demonstration sometime in the future. For now, can we concentrate on the possibility that Voldemort might be back?” Harry sighed as the mood in the room grew noticeably more serious within seconds. “Yeah. Did you two find something before you got distracted with… sexy time?” Harry asked, co-opting Enid’s amusing euphemism. “So,” Hermione started, awkwardly clearing her throat. She mimicked Harry’s actions as much as possible, trying to learn from her more experienced friends. Enid was more than happy to settle into her arms, and the werewolf rested her head on Hermione’s chest with a shy smile. Wednesday was in a similar position, curled up on Harry’s lap with her arms wrapped around his neck and her head resting on her shoulder. That was where the similarities ended, she reminded herself. Unlike Enid, she was not cuddling her partner. She was simply practicing for when she would have to assert her claim to him in public. I’m doing this to protect him from idiots like Thornberry and Vane, she reminded herself. “So,” Harry echoed. He undid her messy pigtail, his nimble fingers expertly braiding her hair in just the style she liked. ‘He’s braiding your hair,’ Enid mouthed. ‘Shut up.’ Wednesday realized she had neither the will nor the desire to stop Harry. She liked the feel of his fingers pushing through her hair and the gentle tugs that came with every new twist of her braid. So she simply resorted to glaring at her best friend, daring her to say what was on her mind. ‘He’s braiding your hair,’ Enid repeated with a smirk. Wednesday’s glare intensified, but the peppy werewolf ignored it. “There’s a hairbrush on the table next to you,” Enid murmured, leaning up to kiss Hermione’s cheek. “Can you brush my hair with it, please? I’ve read that doing your partner’s hair is very romantic and can be a real bonding experience. Isn’t that right, Harry?” Enid asked with an innocent smile. Harry nodded, missing the significance of Enid’s words. “Honestly, there’s nothing quite like it. I’d do it every night if I could.” ‘Every night,’ Enid mouthed, her grin growing. “Of course, darling,” Hermione murmured, reaching out to grab the brush. Enid wasn’t paying attention to her, having instead entered into a silent conversation with her best friend. After three years of living together, it was an art form they had perfected. ‘I’m going to kill you.’ ‘Just admit you like him.’ ‘Slowly and painfully Enid, I mean it.’ “Mione, you were going to tell us something,” Harry said, interrupting their conversation. The girls turned their attention to their respective partners, both of whom were now brushing their hair. “Right,” Hermione murmured, carefully pushing the hairbrush through Enid’s golden curls. “Well, I found a very complicated Runic ritual that reveals the presence of a soul. So if any part of Voldemort is still kicking around, it should reveal its existence.” “Just its existence, not its location?” Harry asked, securing Wednesday’s braid with a black ribbon conjured from his wand before moving to her other pigtail. “Unfortunately, that’s right. All the ritual will tell us is that it exists. It will take me a few days just to work out all the steps but that’s not even our biggest problem.” “I have a feeling I’m not going to like the next bit of information you’re about to give us.” Hermione chuckled dryly. After everything they had been through, it truly seemed like they were returning to their roots. First an injured unicorn, and now this. “One of the ingredients I need to conduct the ritual is fresh Acromantula venom.” “Seriously?!” Harry groaned. “Please tell me you’re joking.” “I wish,” Hermione mumbled. While she had thankfully only encountered the giant beasts during the Battle of Hogwarts, that experience combined with the stories Harry had told her about Aragog had been more than enough for her to realize that she was happy to live out her life without ever meeting an Acromantula in person. “We could go during the daytime?” “Acromantulas retreat into their webs at dawn and only emerge to hunt and socialize at sundown. You do not want to enter a sleeping Acromantula’s nest unless you’re looking to be torn from limb to limb,” Wednesday said, her voice trembling with excitement. When Harry turned to her with a raised eyebrow, she shrugged. “I think they’re interesting. I’ve always wanted to meet one.” “Remind me to introduce you to Hagrid. He’ll love you,” Harry mumbled, groaning quietly. “Fine. Fine. Wednesday and I will go to the Forest tomorrow and get you fresh Acromantula venom.” “Unless we get eaten,” Wednesday chimed in gleefully. “Yes, that is a distinct possibility. One which I’d like to avoid so we should all go to sleep and wake up nice and early tomorrow to prepare.” “Sounds like a plan,” Wednesday mumbled, nuzzling into Harry’s chest. She let him carry her to his room, too tired and too sore to protest the intimacy that came with having to share a bed with him. Far away in a cave that had once been created to house something of great power but was now devoid of anything of note except for thousands of inert Inferni, a hooded figure emptied vial after vial of unicorn blood into the lake that housed the dead bodies.  August and September were rough but I'm back and will be open to Commissions soon! If you'd like to request something check out my profile! 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Chapter 1 - Their Precious Flower

Content Warnings: Virgin! Pansy, F/F, Praise, Teasing, Size Difference, Spanking Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Everyone knew who they were. The Boy-Who-Lived and the smartest witch of her generation, the power couple that people envied and desired in equal measure. Everybody knew Harry’s story. She herself had first heard it from her grandmother, who had spent many a night regaling her young granddaughter with the tale of Lily Potter’s heroic sacrifice and her son’s miraculous defeat of the Dark Lord. Harry had become an international celebrity before he could even speak. His father (who had thankfully not been in the house at the time of the attack) had raised him into a confident, kind young man with the help of his friends. Or so Pansy thought. She didn’t quite know what kind of man he was, having only observed his actions from afar. Their direct interactions were limited to classroom conversations and she doubted he knew much more about her than her name. She didn’t know much about his girlfriend either. She knew they’d met on the train (everyone knew the story of how she accidentally tripped him and broke his glasses, only to repair them with a quick spell). She suspected it was love at first sight. They had been inseparable since their First Year, and it had come as no surprise to anyone when she’d kissed him right on the Quidditch Pitch after he’d won Gryffindor the House Cup for the very first time in twelve years. They’d been together for the better part of five years and had risen to be Head Girl and Boy and in the case of Harry, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. What she did know for certain was that they brought out the best in each other. Their teachers already touted Hermione as a future candidate for Minister of Magic while scouts from every team in Britain had descended on Hogwarts, eager to snap up the talented Seeker. Unlike most other girls in the castle, she wasn’t jealous of Hermione. She didn’t dream of breaking them up so she could swoop in and console a heartbroken Harry. She wanted him, yes, but she wanted her just as much. It was a conflicting bag of emotions for the young woman, especially given her father’s insistence she keep dating Draco despite how horribly he treated her. Her father had wanted a son. She was his daughter. He had wanted a strong heir to help rebuild the Parkinson family fortune. She had turned out to be a quiet wallflower whose only ambition was to be a writer. She couldn’t even bring herself to be sorted into the house he wanted. Terrified of Slytherin’s reputation and hoping a different house would allow her to get away from Draco, she had begged the hat not to sort her into Slytherin. When it asked where she wanted to be, she impulsively answered ‘Gryffindor’. And so it was that Pansy became the first Parkinson ever to be sorted into Gryffindor. Except, she hadn’t felt like it. A true Gryffindor wouldn’t have quietly admired the people they had crushed on for three years from a distance all while dating a man who bullied them just to keep their father happy. A true Gryffindor certainly wouldn’t be splayed out on their bed, touching themselves to an imaginary scenario while wearing a Quidditch robe they had nicked from an unattended changing room. She pushed the thoughts from her mind. Her imagination was the only thing that kept her sane these days and her dreams were the one thing Draco hadn’t been able to stamp out in all their time together. I won’t feel guilty for them, she thought stubbornly. There’s nothing wrong with me. She closed her eyes and spread her legs further, turning her attention back to the task at hand. “H-haaarrry!” she gasped, desperately pumping two fingers in and out of her virgin pussy, completely unaware that she wasn’t alone. She arched her back to give her fingers easier access to her needy core and slipped her free hand under the robes to tug on her rapidly stiffening nipples. “Hermione!” Pansy moaned, fantasizing about the Head Girl toying with her petite breasts while Harry took her virginity. “Well, this is new.” Hermione’s voice caused her eyes to snap open. The Head Girl had silently pulled apart the curtains around her bed and slipped inside and was now towering over her half-naked body with an amused expression on her face. Pansy tried to shut her legs and climb out of the bed at the same time, causing her to stumble and land face-first into Hermione’s chest. Hermione chuckled and grabbed her shoulders to steady her. “You know, it’s considered polite to buy a girl dinner before trying to get to second base,” Hermione said with a smirk. Pansy’s cheeks burned as she pulled away from her crush. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, hoping the ground would open up and swallow her whole. If it was actually possible to die of embarrassment, she’d be dead where she stood. “You were supposed to meet me and Harry in the library thirty minutes ago for the interview you’re doing for Witch Weekly. When you didn’t show, I thought I’d check on you,” Hermione explained. The Quidditch robe she wore looked familiar and Hermione grabbed her shoulder, gently turning her to look at the ‘Potter’ emblazoned on the back. “You know, if I had a galleon for every time I’ve caught a girl masturbating to my boyfriend, I’d have three galleons. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it’s happened thrice.” “Maybe they were hoping Harry would be the one to catch them?” Pansy suggested. The idea had crossed her mind as well, except she usually chose broom closets close to the Head Dormitories in an attempt to have the couple run into her together. Not that it had ever happened. Even fate hated the idea of her having a happy ending.  “You know, we’ll ask him how many girls he’s busted while they were rubbing one off to him.” “We?” Pansy squeaked. “I guess it’ll be a little risqué for Witch Weekly,” Hermione mused, tapping her chin. “You still want me to do the interview? You’re not… mad?” Pansy asked, confused. “I’m mad about the robes.” Hermione pointed to the only thing she was wearing. “He’s been searching for those for six months. Turned our entire dorm upside down on three separate occasions. They are the ones he was wearing when he caught his first snitch.” “I didn’t know they were special,” Pansy mumbled, suddenly feeling horrible about the theft. “They were the only ones that fit me.” “Take them off.” Pansy immediately complied, not realizing it would leave her completely naked. It was only when Hermione began to circle her and study her body with a clinical gaze that she understood what she had done. She reached out to grab the discarded robes, only to be stopped by Hermione grabbing her wrist. “They’re not yours, are they, Pansy?” “No,” Pansy mumbled, her cheeks heating up. “Why masturbate to me and Harry when you have a boyfriend?” Hermione questioned with a raised eyebrow. Pansy was perhaps just what she’d been searching for, but before she went any further, she needed to clear up a few things. “I’m not Draco’s partner. I’m his… plaything,” Pansy admitted softly. Given her current situation, it didn’t seem prudent to lie. “Being a plaything can be fun in the right circumstances,” Hermione said softly. “I have to be around him because my father forced me to. I don’t have any friends because he scared them all away. I don’t want to be alone so I keep going back to him for scraps of his attention,” Pansy admitted, ducking her head to hide her shame. “He doesn’t care about me. I-” She paused, choking back tears. “It’s okay,” Hermione whispered, not wishing to traumatize the poor girl by making her dig up her painful past. “I got the gist of it. And us?” “I have a crush on you. I’ve had one ever since I accidentally walked in on you tending to Harry’s bruises after a match.” “Both of us?” Pansy nodded shyly. Hermione leaned closer and squeezed Pansy’s firm butt. “Well, you are his type. He likes his girls petite and sassy,” she murmured. She had heard Harry talk about his ‘cute’ Defense Against the Dark Arts partner often enough to know exactly what he thought of her, even if he wasn’t the type of man to act on it. He’d need a little push, and she had just the way to make sure it happened. “I am?” Pansy asked, her eyes wide. “Well, we’ll need to work on your confidence. Potter men have a thing for fiery girls. But other than that, yep.” “What about you?” Hermione chuckled and gently pushed Pansy back on the bed. She shut the curtains and kicked off her shoes before clambering on top of her. Pansy moaned quietly as Hermione’s warm lips left a trail of kisses down her body, her legs instinctively parting to make space for the bushy-haired bookworm. Hermione kneeled in between her legs and bent, tracing Pansy’s wet slit with her lips. “This answer your question?” she asked, peering up at Pansy through half-lidded eyes. “Y-yes,” Pansy breathed, her back arching as Hermione’s fingers plunged into her needy core without warning. “When we’re done,” Hermione whispered, her fingers mercilessly pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy. “You’re going to tell me everything about yourself so we can give Harry an anniversary present he will never forget.” Harry walked into a quiet Common Room, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Hermione had never failed to surprise him on their anniversary, and he had expected at least their close friends to be waiting for him in the Common Room. He had thought the silly spat between Ron and Lavender to be a ruse to keep him away from the Head Dormitory until Hermione could finish whatever it was that she was planning. “Happy anniversary.” Hermione shut the book in her hands and rose to her feet with an impish grin. “You look surprised,” she murmured. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning up on her toes to press her lips against his. “Did you expect a party?” “It’s what we usually do,” Harry moaned into her mouth. Hermione had wasted no time in slipping her slender hand into his pants. She gently massaged his rapidly stiffening cock as they kissed, giving Harry a very good idea of what she had in mind for the rest of their evening together. “It’s our fifth year anniversary. I thought we’d do something special,” Hermione murmured, slowly pulling away from him. “And I wanted to thank you for your wonderful gift. A party didn’t seem enough so I thought of something else. Come on.” She took his hand and led him up the stairs. “It’s in the bedroom?” “Yep. Remember how we’ve been talking about making sure our relationship doesn’t get stale? I thought of a way.” “Now I’m worried,” Harry teased. He watched Hermione push open the door to his bedroom and walked inside, looking around until he spotted a familiar face. “Pansy?!” Harry stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the girl kneeling on his bed. His eyes widened as he took in the Slytherin, his already throbbing cock forming a massive tent in his pants. Pansy was on her knees in the very center of his bed, wearing what he could only describe as a Slutty Seeker uniform. The Red and Scarlet trimmed robe cut off at her upper thigh instead of her ankles, and the two halves were held together by a loosely tied string leaving the garment to loosely hang off her petite frame and provide a tantalizing glimpse of her quivering chest. She was blindfolded and gagged, her soft, pink lips stretched across a bright red ball gag. A trickle of drool leaked out of the corner of her lips and made its way down to her chin, completing the look of a helpless but very appealing present. Pansy immediately perked up at the sound of his voice, a faint blush coating her cheeks. She didn’t try to move or speak, however. Hermione had given her instructions, and she was determined to follow them without fail. “This… she’s my gift?” Harry asked, his breathing ragged. “Yes. We’ve been talking about spicing up our relationship for months now. What better way than this?” Hermione walked over to Pansy, bent, and kissed her rosy cheek. “Happy Anniversary, dear. Here’s a cutie for you to ravish. Have fun,” she teased with a wink. “I’m feeling very stupid about my present now,” Harry muttered, chuckling quietly. “A massive room full of rare books that I have full access to? Harry, gifting me the Potter Library was the perfect gift. Just as I’m hoping Pansy will be.” She gently squeezed Pansy’s breast, causing the girl to squeak in surprise. “You’ll be good, won’t you?” Pansy nodded vigorously. She had no idea what to do, but Hermione had assured her that Harry would be kind, and gentle, and would patiently teach her everything she needed to know. Just as he did when they paired up in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. “Well, enjoy. I have a treatise between Potters and the Veela nation I’m dying to study. Magical diplomacy in medieval times was fascinating stuff.” Hermione planted one last kiss on Pansy’s cheek before she straightened and sauntered over to Harry. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, gently pulling him down for a quick kiss. “You’re going to be her first so be gentle. Remember how scared and awkward we were during our first time?” she asked, whispering against his lips. “I remember you giggling a lot when I took off my pants,” Harry teased, his hands freely moving over her slender curves. His hands grabbed her tiny breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Hermione bit her lip to stifle the moan building up in her throat. “Why don’t you stay?” Harry suggested, his thumb toying with the top button of her blouse. “Tempting,” Hermione breathed. And it was. But if her little plan was to be successful, she needed to make sure Harry and Pansy worked as a couple even in her absence. “But the night a girl loses her virginity should be special. We’ll have a lot more nights together if you end up liking her as much as I do,” Hermione murmured, reluctantly extricating herself from his arms. “Enjoy,” she whispered, kissing him one last time before she padded out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Harry took a deep breath and composed himself. Once he was sure he was in no imminent danger of erupting, he walked over to Pansy and gently unlocked the gag, pulling it free from her mouth. “Sore?” Harry asked, tossing the gag onto the nightstand before turning back to Pansy. She was gently massaging her jaw but paused at his words, blindly turning in the direction of his voice. “A-a little,” she stammered shyly. “I’m sorry.” “What for?” Harry asked kindly, his cock twitching as he imagined her pretty lips wrapped around his shaft. “Being sore? How long have you been here?” “I came after breakfast like Hermione asked me to,” Pansy replied, instinctively leaning into his hand as he caressed her cheek. Her voice was hoarse, and it was something he immediately picked up on. “Then I should be the one apologizing for making you wait so long,” Harry said, walking over to the nightstand and pouring her a glass of water. He set the jug back on the polished oak cabinet before picking up the glass and walking back to the kneeling girl. “I was helping Ron and Lavender sort things out. They fought. Again,” Harry muttered, rolling his eyes. He held the glass against her lips. Pansy opened her mouth once she realized what was happening, grateful for the water soothing her parched throat. Her heart skipped a beat at his gentleness. She had expected a quick fuck, a memory she could hold onto for the rest of her unremarkable and miserable life. But here he was, acting like he actually cared about her. He’s just nice, she reminded herself. It was dangerous to dream. She’d never have what Hermione had. “I wasn’t sure if you knew who I was,” Pansy admitted, suddenly feeling very silly. Of course, he knew who she was. She just didn’t think he’d noticed her, but if his actions were any indication, Hermione had been right. She seemed to be his type. She tilted her head at the sound of him walking around the room. She didn’t know what he was doing, but not being able to see was a strange kind of freedom. It lowered her inhibitions and allowed her to actually speak normally in his presence. “I didn’t know you were interested in me,” Harry shot back with a quiet chuckle. “Seems like we both made faulty assumptions.” Pansy blushed. Had he truly not noticed her longing stares? Or was he so used to every girl in the castle lusting after him that it simply did not register? “I mean, you’ve been pretty close to Draco from year one. It’s why I never invited you to hang out outside of classes. I didn’t want to mess up your relationship with him. We are… he’s-” Harry paused, trying to figure out a diplomatic way to let Pansy know he thought Draco was a disgusting twatwaffle. “My parents told me to be close to him. They think he’s the best match I can get,” Pansy replied, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t like him.” “Then why stick around? It can’t be pleasant.” “It’s the worst,” Pansy admitted, shivering despite the warmth radiating from the fire merrily burning in the fireplace “He bullies everyone and if he can’t find someone, he bullies me. But I didn’t want to be alone… if he dumped me I’d have no boyfriend, no friends, and no parents. They made it clear they’d disown me if I didn’t do whatever it took to keep him happy.” “He bullies you?” Harry’s voice was harsh and Pansy flinched. Her stiff body relaxed when he cupped her cheeks, his thumbs gently caressing her pink skin. “He doesn’t like my body. Says it’s not fuckable,” Pansy murmured, a lifetime of insecurities spilling over now that she had finally found a sympathetic ear to hear her story. “My hair is too short-” She bobbed her head, causing her shoulder-length black hair to bounce. She kept it short, despite repeated orders to let it grow out. It was her way to rebel against her lot in life. “My boobs are too small. I… I took the breast enhancement potions he ordered but they didn’t work.” She sighed. “I’m probably the only girl in the seventh year who is still a virgin. Nobody in Slytherin is supposed to touch me until I am-” “Fuckable,” Harry finished for her. Pansy nodded. She didn’t tell him that Draco had promised to let Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, and the rest of his friends have a go once he was done with her. He didn’t need to know every detail about her shitty life and she had no desire to think she had come to him on his anniversary for a pity fuck. Harry’s quiet chuckle broke her free from her reverie. She frowned at the sound of laughter. “I’m sorry. Nothing about this is funny,” Harry murmured, resting his forehead against hers. “But if I don’t find the silver lining in this story I’m going to march over to the Slytherin Common Room and feed that twat his own balls. As much as I’d enjoy doing that, I’d much rather spend the night with you.” “Silver lining?” “Yeah. I knew Malfoy was stupid, but I had no idea he was an utter moron. There’s no accounting for taste I suppose,” Harry murmured, gently pushing Pansy onto the bed on her back. “Because you, Pansy Parkinson, are very fuckable.” He climbed on top of her, his large frame easily covering her petite body. His calloused fingers brushed against her soft skin as he grabbed the edge of the blindfold, pulling it away from her eyes. Pansy blinked rapidly to adjust to the dim orange light illuminating the room. Her big brown eyes peered up at Harry with shy anticipation, still unable to wrap her head around what was happening. “If you had a choice, who would you pick?” “You,” Pansy whispered without hesitation. “And Hermione,” she added quietly, the blush on her cheeks deepening. “Well, you’re in luck, because we’re kind of a package deal,” Harry teased, rolling off her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the bed and onto her feet before taking a step backward to admire her slender frame. Harry pulled out his wand and with a flick, charmed the camera the Creevey brothers had gifted him for his birthday. It tumbled off the dressing table and floated towards Pansy, slowly circling her and occasionally clicking pictures. “Who won the last match against Slytherin, Miss Parkinson?” Harry asked, closing the distance between them. “Gryffindor did, sir. Two hundred to thirty. You caught the snitch ten minutes into the game, ending it.” “And to the victor go the spoils,” Harry murmured, towering over Pansy. “What’re my spoils, Miss Parkinson?” “Me,” Pansy replied breathlessly. “Undress me,” Harry ordered quietly. Pansy reached out with shaky hands to grab the edge of his shirt, waiting for him to raise his arms before she pulled the shirt over his head. She dropped it to the floor, forcibly shutting her mouth before she started to drool. Her eyes roved over his broad chest and abs, committing every muscle and faint scar on his tanned skin to memory. The loud SNAP of the camera clicking next to her ear made her jump. “I’m recording the night for Hermione. Is that okay?” Pansy nodded silently. After what Hermione had done for her, it was more than fair. A part of her also found the idea of being Harry’s muse to be very thrilling. “My pants, little pixie.” Pansy blushed at the unexpected nickname. She bit her lip and reached out to unbutton his trousers, then pushed her fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled them and his boxers down his legs. She couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips when she straightened and glanced at his massive erection. “It’s… you’re…” she stammered, staring at the throbbing manhood with wide eyes. The only other cock she had seen was Draco’s. He loved to make her watch while he fucked Thornberry. She thought back to all the times Thornberry had screamed about how big he was and how he was splitting her in two and wondered what she’d do if she ever came face to face with Harry’s cock. Pansy wasn’t an expert on them by any means, but she was certain Harry’s cock was at least twice as long and much thicker than Draco’s. Pansy giggled nervously. “You know, I think I need to go see a healer. Every girl who sees me naked for the first time laughs,” Harry joked, his eyes twinkling as he stepped closer to her. “You’ll split me in two,” Pansy said breathlessly, echoing Thornberry’s words. Except in her case, she suspected it might actually be true. “I’ll be gentle,” Harry promised. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. “My turn. Can I undress you Pansy?” he asked. His hand was on the string keeping the two halves of her modified Quidditch robe together but he made no move to undo the knot, waiting for her permission. “Yes,” Pansy whispered, shivering under his intense gaze. His emerald eyes darkened with lust as he undid the flimsy rope. She gently rolled her shoulders to push the loosely hanging robes off her body, suddenly filled with unexpected confidence. He desired her. She could see it in his eyes, and in the hungry expression on his face. His eyes flickered to her chest and she ducked her head, her confidence evaporating just as fast as it had appeared. “They’re not much,” she mumbled, arching her back to jut out her pert breasts as much as she could. “I still have the potion. I could try it again-” Harry shut her up by pushing his thumb between her soft, pink lips. She instinctively parted her lips, letting the calloused digit freely plunder her mouth. “Suck,” Harry ordered softly. She complied without question and began to swirl her tongue around his thumb as she sucked on it. Harry reached out with his hands and traced the curve of her creamy mounds before grabbing one of them with his free hand. “They’re flawless. You just didn’t know they were made for me,” Harry teased with a kind smile. “See?” he murmured. Her breast fit perfectly in his hand and she moaned quietly as his fingers sank into the soft flesh, massaging her breast for a minute before they closed around the stiff pink nub crowning her creamy mound. He gently tugged on it before twisting it without warning. “Ah!” Pansy shrieked, her eyes flying open. The camera kept whizzing around them, capturing pictures from every angle. “The potion didn’t work because your magic protected you. It knew one day someone would appreciate you for who you are. You don’t have to change.” “I just didn’t want to be alone my entire life,” Pansy whispered. “You won’t be.” Harry’s hands shifted to her waist and he lifted her, effortlessly throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her to his bed. “Cute butt, Miss Parkinson,” Harry teased, playfully smacking her firm ass before dumping her onto the bed. Pansy blushed heavily, completely unused to such praise, especially when it came to her body. She turned and propped herself up on her elbows, looking up at Harry through her thick lashes. “Spread your legs.” Pansy obeyed, her blush deepening when he grinned at the sight of her glistening slit. Harry grabbed the floating camera and clicked a quick photo before letting it go. “That one was for personal use,” he whispered huskily. “Let me guess. Hermione couldn’t resist while getting you ready for me,” Harry grinned. He pushed his palm flat against her pussy and slowly began to rub, providing the needy girl with the barest amount of friction. “O-oh! She… she’s been… teaching me…” Pansy moaned breathlessly, bucking her hips in an attempt to get his fingers inside her. She needed them. She needed him. “Next time, ask her to wear the leather corset and high heels I gifted her for her birthday,” Harry suggested with a wink. He had suspected for a while that his girlfriend was a switch, and he was pleased she now had partners to explore both sides of her personality. Pansy nodded, biting her lip to stifle the moan building up in her throat. Harry kept up the lazy rubbing, letting his eyes rove over Pansy’s petite body. “You’re gorgeous.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her, using his grip on her waist to pull her up on her hands and knees. Pansy was light-headed, delirious with a mixture of pleasure and praise. Never before had she been the center of attention, the sole object of a man’s desire. And for that man to be Harry… I’m in heaven. SMACK! Pansy squealed loudly at the playful smack to her ass. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist,” Harry murmured, his eyes fixed on the gentle jiggle of her bubble butt. “I liked it,” Pansy whispered, biting her lip. The gentle sting only increased the floaty feeling, and for the first time in her life, Pansy felt like a lion. “Again?” she requested, her voice barely audible. “What was that?” “Again, please?” SMACK! Harry spanked her hard enough to leave a pink handprint on her pale skin. “Ah!” Pansy moaned, her body instinctively arching her back to push her ass up for him. “The things-” SMACK! “I want to-” SMACK! SMACK! “Do to this gorgeous ass…” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Harry was breathing heavily by the time he delivered the last spank. He paused to catch his breath and admire his handiwork, his eyes fixed on her gently jiggling pink cheeks. “It’s yours!” Pansy moaned, thick trails of her juices gushing out of her pussy and streaming down her thighs. The tangy scent hung heavy in the air, the entire room smelling of sex and arousal. “Soon, my little lioness. I had a different conquest in mind today,” Harry murmured. He climbed onto the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. “I don’t feel like a lioness,” Pansy admitted softly. “I’m afraid all the time. I’m not a real Gryffindor. The hat just took pity on me and put me where I asked.” Harry chuckled. “You want to know a secret?” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her against his chest. “I’m afraid too. Pettigrew was never found. We don’t know for sure if Voldemort-” He paused and kissed her when she shuddered. “And Hermione’s safety… the point is, I’m scared too. Being a true Gryffindor doesn’t mean not being scared. It means doing something even when you’re afraid,” Harry murmured, gently pushing her legs apart. “And guess what? You’re in Gryffindor because you were brave enough to ask. You’re with me because you did this even if it terrified you,” Harry said, lining up his throbbing manhood with her dripping slit. “You’re a true lioness. You’re my lioness.” “I… okay,” Pansy breathed dreamily. If he believed it, she would too. “Roar for me.” “Rawr,” Pansy said with a quiet giggle. “Louder, love.” “Ra-RAWR!” Pansy screamed, her eyes flying open as he thrust his cock inside her tight, virgin pussy. She had been right! He was going to split her in two! Her walls hopelessly fluttered around his length, burning as they stretched to accommodate the shaft slowly but firmly pushing deep inside her. He paused when he encountered resistance, giving her a minute to catch her breath. “Smile for the camera,” Harry whispered, grabbing her chin and turning her face in the direction of the floating device. She smiled happily and it clicked a picture before moving away to get them from another angle. Her last moment as a virgin, forever immortalized in film. She wondered if Harry would let her keep a copy of the photo. “I’ll be gentle,” Harry promised, kissing her pink cheek. “Don’t,” she said, her request surprising even herself. “How do you want me to take you, pet?” “Like I’m yours,” Pansy whispered, her heart hammering in her chest. She glanced up at the camera and grinned. She was afraid, but it didn’t matter. She was a lioness, and she would put on a show they’d want to watch every year on their anniversary. Harry didn’t ask her if she was sure. He simply trusted her decision, kissed her cheek once more, and tore through her hymen with one firm thrust. “HARRY!” Pansy screamed, her mind going blank as the dull ache in her core transformed into searing pain. It only lasted for a second, and by the time he was moving deeper, it had already subsided into a pleasant throbbing. She glanced down at the thin trails of red staining her thighs, a happy smile on her face. I’m damaged goods, she thought with a tearful chuckle. No matter what happened with Harry and Hermione, she’d never have to go back to Draco. The camera floated in front of her and captured her writhing helplessly, impaled on Harry’s massive shaft. She watched it tilt lower through half-lidded eyes, taking a photograph of the bulge in her normally flat belly. “What’re you thinking?” Harry asked, gritting his teeth. Her walls had clamped around his shaft in a vice-like grip, insistently milking him for his seed. He stubbornly held on, refusing to let such a precious moment end prematurely. “You’re too big,” Pansy teased breathlessly. “You really will split me into two.” She could feel his tip deep inside her belly. Any deeper, and he’d be pushing into her womb. “You’re just tiny,” Harry pretended to grumble. She had barely reached his chest when they were standing, and if he had to guess, she wouldn’t even hit five feet in height. He slowly started to rock his hips, building up a steady rhythm. “I… OH!” Pansy moaned loudly as his thick shaft pistoned in and out of her. Her walls stretched with every thrust, the burning slowly subsiding to a pleasant ache as she got used to his presence. “Hermione said… you liked…” “I do,” Harry muttered, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He slowly kissed down her creamy skin until he located her pulse point. “MERLIN!” Pansy screamed as Harry’s teeth sank into her soft skin. She was losing track of her surroundings and of the camera whizzing around her. It kept clicking photos, recording her as she came undone. “No, Harry,” Harry whispered teasingly, his lips pulling away from her neck and moving to her ear. She shivered as his hot breath tickled her skin. He lazily toyed with her perky breasts with one hand while the other moved in between her spread legs, expertly locating her clit. He massaged the bundle of nerves with his thumb, pushing Pansy closer and closer to the edge. “HARRY!” Pansy keened, swaying in his arms. The coil in the pit of her stomach was tightening but she stubbornly held on, unwilling for her time with Harry to end. His tip kept brushing against her G-spot as he sped up, thrusting deep into her belly. Her tiny body bounced on his cock. She was a mere doll. Being a plaything can be fun, she thought deliriously, remembering Hermione’s words. If this was what it truly meant to be one, she wanted it morning, noon, and night. “Do you want me to pull out?” Harry asked, knowing he was about to erupt any second. “No!” Pansy pushed herself down on his shaft to prevent him from pulling out. “Cum in me. Fill me with your seed. CLAIM ME!” Pansy screamed as she came. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her limp body slumped against his. Her walls clamped around the shaft thrusting into her, her juices coating the massive rod from tip to base. Harry kept thrusting for a few more minutes, holding on through sheer willpower and a determination to ride out her orgasm, but in the end, it was a losing battle. He pushed deep inside her one last time before he came with a roar. He stayed put, his throbbing manhood filling her belly up with rope after rope of thick, white seed. They stayed like that for what felt like eternity before Harry gently pulled Pansy free of his slowly softening cock, chuckling at the disappointed groan from the tired girl. “Throw up a V for the camera, sweetie,” Harry requested. He used one arm to support her limp body, while holding up a ‘V’ for the camera floating in front of them with his free hand. Pansy tiredly copied his actions, letting the device capture one last photograph for the album they had created for Hermione. Its purpose fulfilled, the camera gently set itself down on the nightstand. “Is it okay if I spend the night on the couch downstairs?” Pansy asked as Harry carefully set her exhausted body down on the bed. “I don’t think I can walk back to my dorm tonight,” she mumbled, a cute yawn escaping her lips. “Don’t be silly-” “I’m sorry, I-” “Don’t be silly,” Harry repeated firmly, cutting her off. “You’re not going anywhere.” He lay down next to her and pulled her into his side, letting her be the little spoon. He pulled a blanket to cover their naked bodies before wrapping an arm around her to pull her even closer. “Goodnight, little lioness.” “Goodnight, Harry,” Pansy whispered, falling asleep within seconds. And for the first time in her life, her dreams paled in the face of reality. Hermione walked into the bedroom the next morning, grinning at the sight of Pansy curled up on top of her boyfriend. She silently padded over to the bed and buried her hand in Pansy’s messy black curls. Pansy, always a light sleeper, stirred immediately and turned to look up at Hermione, a faint blush immediately forming on her cheeks. “Good morning,” Hermione said cheerfully, gazing at the streaks of dried cum staining Pansy’s thighs. “I take it you had a good night?” Pansy blushed and nodded silently. “What’re you doing?” Harry asked gruffly. He lazily opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the fuzzy vision of his girlfriend grabbing a fistful of Pansy’s sleek black hair and pulling their new lover towards her. Hermione waited until Harry had grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and pushed them up his nose so he could see them clearly before planting a kiss on Pansy’s cheek. The extra bright-red lipstick she had smeared onto her lips caused an imprint of her lips to immediately form on the girl’s pale cheek. “Marking our claim. Can’t send her back to her dorm without it, can we?” She slowly kissed down Pansy’s slender neck, leaving a trail of red lipstick imprints on her way to the girl’s pert breasts. “C-claim?!” Pansy asked with wide eyes, moaning softly as Harry reached out and gently tugged on her stiff rosy nipple. His free hand moved between her legs, his fingers tracing the trail of dried cum staining her creamy skin as it traveled up to her aching core. “Who said we’re sending her back?” Harry asked. He shifted his attention down to Pansy’s breasts, groaning with frustration when his lips closed around empty air. Hermione had pulled Pansy away from him and off the bed. “What’re you doing?” he grumbled, reaching out to grab Pansy’s wrist. Pansy glanced helplessly first at Harry and then at Hermione, not wanting to upset either of them. “Practice started ten minutes ago. The team is waiting for you,” Hermione pointed out, gently freeing Pansy’s wrist from her boyfriend’s grip. “They can start without me.” “They can. But they shouldn’t. You have a final to win in three days. Win it, then we can discuss keeping your little lioness. And yes, I heard you. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the castle did,” Hermione admonished with a fond roll of her eyes. “Seriously?!” Harry groaned, flopping back into bed. Hermione had figured out a long time ago that he was a much better student with the prospect of sexy rewards on the table and had seemingly decided to use the same tactic to motivate him. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep her safe for you.” Hermione winked and led Pansy out of Harry’s bedroom and towards her own. Three Days Later, The Quidditch Stadium: “Here we are, folks. It’s another one for the record books. The third consecutive final to feature Gryffindor and Slytherin. This is unprecedented. The score is currently tied fifty-fifty and the anticipation in the stadium is building. Can Potter lead his mostly green team to victory? He’s done it once before this season, but the pressure of the finals seems to be getting to them,” Colin Creevey’s voice boomed across the stadium amid cheers and boos as the players whizzed around on the pitch. “His rookie chasers are doing an admirable job holding back Malfoy’s goons but Slytherin is playing dirty as usual-” Colin paused at the sound of the stern cough next to him. He smiled apologetically at Professor McGonagall before turning his attention back to the pitch at the sound of loud groans emanating from large sections of the audience. “It seems Slytherin’s… unconventional tactics have borne fruit! Pucey knocks out Weasley with a bludger right to the chest and Thornberry scores. Slytherin is now in the lead, much to the dismay of the audience.” He grabbed the mike and dodged out of Professor McGonagall’s reach. “What’s this?! It seems Potter has spotted the snitch. The Slytherin beaters are out of position and can’t stop him. He takes advantage and dives! Go, Harry, go!” Colin screeched, dancing in the commentary booth. Professor McGonagall was far too distracted to tell him off for his biased commentary. She was perched on the edge of her seat, watching Harry dive with bated breath. “Malfoy has spotted Potter and he dives too, but it’s too little too late! Potter grabs the snitch and secures Gryffindor the Cup for the fifth year in a row! The stadium erupts as Potter creates history by breaking Slytherin’s previous record. Do join us in Gryffindor Tower for the after-party, it’s going to be a banger.” Colin glanced at the seat next to him, but it was empty. Professor McGonagall had joined half the stadium in streaming out onto the pitch to congratulate the victors. “This is Colin Creevy, signing out!” Hermione held back, letting Pansy dash across the field to Harry. She watched the petite girl leap into Harry’s arms, who laughed and handed her the fluttering snitch before kissing her in full view of the entire school. “You bitch!” Draco growled the minute his feet touched the ground. He pulled his wand out from his robes and made his way towards the kissing couple who were completely oblivious to his (and everyone else’s) presence. “How dare you-” He never got to finish the sentence. Hermione intercepted him, punching him as hard as she could. “Fuck,” she hissed, grinning with grim satisfaction despite the throbbing of her knuckles. Draco had collapsed onto the ground and was rolling around, holding his bleeding nose and howling with pain. “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” she muttered, before raising her voice so the rest of his Slytherin goons could hear as well. “Come within ten feet of our little lioness ever again, and it won’t be your nose I break.” “Our little lioness?” Harry asked with a grin. “Guess we’re keeping her then?” he questioned, playfully tickling Pansy’s side. Pansy giggled and buried her face in Harry’s chest, suddenly aware that nearly every student and teacher in Hogwarts had watched her snog Harry. “Yeah.” Hermione turned to face the couple, her lips curling into a bashful grin. “Guess we are.” So, this was a plot and ship requested by one of my higher tier Patrons, I hope you enjoyed the story! If you'd like to read more, My Patreon has more such stories. 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Chapter 0 - Pretty Little Pet.

Content Warnings: Rough Sex, Pet Play, Stockings, Collars, Lactation, Breeding, Teasing, Threesome. “You might want to sit down for this.” She hadn’t quite known how to bring up the topic she wanted to discuss, or whether it was even wise to bring it up. A wise person would have let sleeping dogs lie, but Lavender Brown had never been a wise person. Her next few words and the reaction of the people in front of her would determine the direction her life would take. It would either be the start of something new and absolutely wonderful, or it would lead to the disintegration of her oldest friendship and leave her more alone than ever. She didn’t know which outcome was more terrifying. “Okay.” The messy-haired man smiled, pulling the chair behind his desk and sitting down on it, his green eyes studying her intently. There is danger hidden in those eyes. They drew her in, calling out to her like a siren song, promising her the world if she let them ensnare her. And here she was, about to willingly walk into the trap. His soulmate, wife, pet, and so much more move to sit on the edge of the desk, before turning to study her best friend. Harry Potter and Parvati Patil made the perfect couple. Will they even have room for me? She’d never know if she didn’t ask. She could see their bemusement at her hesitation, for she was acting quite unlike herself. It didn’t help that they had evidently returned from some Ministry function or another, and the only thing sexier than Harry’s perfectly tailored tuxedo was her best friend in her shimmering blue ballgown, a perfectly shaped leg poking through a tasteful slit in the dress. “Why is this so hard?” she mumbled under her breath. Because, the voice in her head helpfully piped up, we’re going to ask them to keep us as their pet. Not quite the same as playfully pinching his arse, is it? Lavender Brown had happily and willingly steered clear of matters of the heart all her life. But the ache and intense longing in her would no longer be denied. “Lav. Did you cause another international incident you need us to smooth over?” The playful smile on Parvati’s face did something to her. Fuck me, I’m beyond redemption. Best then, to crack on and let them know why she was in their study at five past ten on a Friday instead of getting hammered, fucked, or both. “I haven’t. Not that I know of at least.” “Are you here to drag us to that dreadful club again?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “No. I’m here with a proposition. Well, a request. A request proposition, you can say,” Lavender said, walking over to the drinks globe and pouring herself a glass of firewhiskey. She needed some liquid courage before she could go any further. “We’re all ears darling. Whatever it is, I’m sure neither Harry nor I will say no,” Parvati said reaching out to take his hand. “You might want to hear me out first,” Lavender warned, carrying the glass to the desk. She pulled a chair, flopping down on it. She avoided their eyes, studying the amber liquid inside the crystal as she nursed the glass. Taking another sip, she said, “I have been giving something a great deal of thought for some time now.” “Lav.” “Parv,” Lavender shot back nervously. “The last time you said something similar, you convinced me to fuck Cormac Mclaggen.” “The last time I gave something a great deal of thought, I set you up with your soulmate,” Lavender retorted. “I feel like those two things should cancel each other out.” “Fair point. So what’s your proposal, Lavender?” Harry asked, gently squeezing his wife’s hand. One of their now commonplace signals. It still astounded her that the two were able to have entire conversations in public without anyone noticing. “I want to join you,” Lavender started, raising the glass in her hand and draining the remaining liquid in a single gulp. The burning and the immediate buzz that hit her fortified her courage, and she continued, “Both of you need to promise me not to interrupt me until I finish.” “We promise,” they said in unison before he squeezed her hand again. The blatant show of utter love and devotion for each other was quite nauseating, really. Isn’t that what we’re here to ask for? The voice in her head asked. She was. “I’m lonely. There’s this stupid hole inside me that I keep trying to fill, and no matter what or who I shove in it, it just won’t go away,” Lavender said, taking a deep breath. She leaned back in the chair, finally looking up at her best friends. “The only times I feel whole is when I’m around you two. And the two of you are the only people I trust to help me lead the kind of lifestyle I want, which just strengthens my desire to be with you. I’ve tried everything, literally everything before it came to this, but nothing worked.” She was frantic, trying to convey her desperation in a way that they’d understand, all while convincing herself not to panic at the impassive expressions on their faces. “Look, it's just an idle thought. I know the two of you lead a… different sort of life, so I thought you’d be open to it. Won’t know if I don’t ask, right? But if this is something that weirds you out, we can forget this conversation ever happened and go back to how things were. I’m not ready to lose the two most important people in my life over this.” She looked at them, willing them to say something, anything. The two simply exchanged glances before Harry reached out to take her free hand. “Yes.” “Yes?” Lavender asked, her heart in her throat. Had they misunderstood the question? Did they maybe think she wanted to move in with them like she had the time the pipe in her apartment had burst? “Lav, you won’t be the first time we have a third person in bed with us,” Parvati said with a smile, climbing off the desk. She moved to sit on one of the arms of the chair, pulling her into a hug. “But you will be the first, and only one I’d be willing to share my husband with outside the bed. What’s mine is yours, right poppet?” She asked, using her nickname for Lavender from their school days. “When we came up with that pledge, we had things like lipsticks and the odd dress in mind love, not soulmates,” Lavender whispered, but melted into the hug. Any other time, she’d be amused by the juxtaposition of their dynamics. Every single outsider would have presumed her to be much kinkier than them, but this would be the first time she’d be with more than one person. This would be the first time she’d be shared. The thought of it sent shivers down her spine. “You’re okay with it Harry?” “Lavender, the only person who’s touched my arse more than you is my wife. In my mind, we’re already in some weird quasi-relationship,” Harry joked, his easy smile immediately setting her at ease. She watched him get up from the chair and walk over to the drinks globe, pouring out a glass of firewhiskey for himself and Parvati. “The lifestyle is something we’d have to talk about.” “If it’s something both of us are comfortable with, we’ll happily take part. If only one of us is, then that person will. If neither of us is… is it non-negotiable, poppet?” Parvati asked, gratefully accepting the glass from Harry. “Not really. Its rainbow sprinkles on what is already a nice donut. Great, but not essential,” Lavender murmured, surprised with the ease with which they were taking it all. Never judge a book by its cover, right? Just because they were notoriously reserved in public, didn’t mean they weren’t kinky fucks in bed. And judging by the complete nonchalance with which they treated her desire to join them in bed, they were kinky. She wondered just how kinky. Well, her next request would answer that question as well. “I want to be a pet. The entire lifestyle, not just the cute ears and nicknames.” The idea had intrigued her for a very long time, but the level of power she’d be handing to her potential partner or partners meant it wasn’t something she had let herself indulge in till now. “That’s all?” Harry asked, leaning against the desk, exchanging another look with his wife who gently ran a hand through her hair. Lavender blushed. She had played through every scenario she could think of in her head, but it hadn’t even occurred to her that her friends might be far kinkier than she presumed. The tone of Harry’s voice made it seem like her request was a normal, everyday occurrence for them. And here I am, acting like it’s as big a deal as me asking them for their firstborn. “You’re a pet too, right?” Lavender asked, looking up at her best friend. She could see her day collar dangling from her neck, the thin golden necklace hosting a single golden ring. It was obvious when one who knew them stopped to really think about it and she suddenly felt very foolish for not seeing it sooner. She blushed, turning her face to hide it in Parvati’s arm. “I am collared, but I’m not a pet, no. I’m a full-time brat, and I have the bruises to prove it poppet,” Parvati teased, and from the corner of her eye, she could see her extend her leg. She grinned as she watched it travel up Harry’s leg, pushing between his thighs before it came to rest on his crotch. “Why don’t you take our dearest poppet upstairs husband?” she cooed, “and I will join you two after disconnecting the floo so we’re not disturbed by unwanted visitors during the weekend.” He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of having their best friend in bed with them. It wasn’t the first time a third person would be joining them, but taking a look back at the quiet blonde as he led her up the steps of Grimmauld Place to their bedroom, he had a sneaking suspicion she would be the last. She’d been a part of their relationship from the very beginning, it made sense for them to take the final step and cement her place in it. “You can tell us to stop the minute you have second thoughts,” Harry said, glancing back at the unusually quiet girl again. The fact that the usually bombastic girl had stayed silent the entire walk to the bedroom worried him. Not making a single joke about my ass isn’t quite like her. “I don’t. I mean, I’m not having second thoughts. Just… thinking.” “About?” Harry asked, opening the door and leading her inside. “What’s going to happen I guess? I don’t want to ruin things between us.” “Is that what you’re worried about? Lav, nothing will ruin things between us,” Harry whispered, bending to kiss her cheek. “You’re our best friend, and not even a night of the most horrible sex imaginable will change that,” he said softly, reaching out to cup her cheeks. “Besides, I’m pretty sure my wife has kicked me out of bed on more than one occasion because she wanted to spend time with you, so if there’s anyone who should be worried here, it should be me,” he teased, his emerald eyes twinkling. “Our morning chats are a very important part of the day Harry,” Lavender replied with a small smile, a small measure of her usual attitude returning. “Not matter what happens tonight, or this weekend, I promise you Lav, you’ll always have a place in our life,” Harry whispered, trying to take the small satchel she had kept clutched to her side the entire night. “Uhm, I just need to take something from it,” Lavender said, her cheeks turning a dark shade of red. “What’s in the bag?” He asked, watching curiously as she turned away from him slightly, rummaging inside it. She quickly pulled out a small vial before zipping it shut, but made no move to put it down or hand it over to him. “Things,” she said, her blush deepening. “Things?” He raised an eyebrow. “Look, I knew the two of you were kinky. I just thought it was regular kinky and not ‘your totally bonkers request won’t faze us kinky’.” She sighed, reluctantly pulling off the satchel from her shoulder and handing it to him. “So, on the off chance that the two of you agreed to my request, I thought it best to be prepared. Now, of course, I feel silly, because you probably own everything in that bag. Might even be the tamest things you own.” “We don’t own this particular variety, no,” Harry said, looking into the bag. “Parvati is a kitten through and through.” “Obviously,” Lavender said her hold around the vial in her hand tightening. “What’d you take out?” “I wasn’t quite sure if you’d be comfortable with this, so I was just going to empty it in the sink,” she replied, turning her hand to reveal the small vial on her palm. “Lav. Are you sure?” As regular customers of George’s more ‘adult’ offshoot of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, he knew exactly what the green potion was. “How- At this point I shouldn’t be surprised you know what this is, should I?” “No,” Harry replied with a chuckle, “you shouldn’t. I’m not uncomfortable with it if you want to go that far, Lav.” “What about Parv?” “What about me?” “Lav wants to know if you’d be comfortable with her using this,” Harry answered, holding up the vial in his hand. “She wants to be our pet, doesn’t she, husband dearest?” Parvati took the vial from his hand, uncorking it and pushing it against Lavender’s lips. “It would be unfair to deny her the whole experience.” Lavender looked at him with big blue eyes, then turned to look at her best friend before nodding. She emptied the contents of the small bottle with a gulp. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered. “Don’t worry love,” Parvati whispered, bending to kiss her cheek. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable, then I’ll join you, alright?” “Mhm,” Lavender whispered, still sounding dazed. Parvati squeezed Lavender’s hand, before handing the vial back to him and leaving with a kiss on his cheek. “You’ll be okay,” Harry whispered, letting the bag in his hand drop to the floor. It had to be a daunting prospect, taking that particular potion. He was beginning to realize why she had turned to them to fulfill this particular fantasy of hers. “George doesn’t let any of his products enter the market if they’re not completely safe. The Petplay Experience Potion is no different, although I admit he could come up with a better name.” He took a step closer, wrapping his arms around the shaking girl. “That’s not why I’m scared…” “I know poppet,” he whispered, using Parvati’s nickname for her. He wrapped his arms around her, watching as she melted into his chest. She’d be their poppet, he decided, their pretty little pet. There was none of the usual hesitation and awkwardness that usually accompanied the addition of a partner to their bedroom. Lavender meshed perfectly with his wife and himself, almost like she belonged in their arms. “You’ll be the perfect little cow for Daddy and Parv,” he whispered, glancing down at the white and black patterned stockings that had spilled out from her bag. He kissed her head, holding her against his chest as her breathing slowed. “It’s not too late to back out though. We’ll understand,” he whispered, running his hand reassuringly through her silky blonde hair. His cock twitched. She looked adorable in pigtails. “Make me your pretty little cow, sir,” she responded, and he stepped back, nodding at her. He decided against waiting for Parvati, knowing she’d join them in due time. He knew she liked him to have the first crack at their partners, to break down their inhibitions, not that he presumed that would be much of a problem in this case. Not if the potion worked the way George advertised it. He took Lavender’s hand, leading her to the bed. His other hand traveled to her back, pushing her down on the bed gently, but firmly. His wife was a brat and a masochist. His pet, he sensed, had different needs and desires, and would need a gentler hand. Not too gentle, he thought, smacking her perfectly shaped round butt. The girl groaned quietly as the smack echoed around the room. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she stopped quivering, his actions only speeding up the effect of the potion in pulling her down into pet space. He dragged the bag closer with his foot, a hand staying on her back to keep her pinned to the bed. There was no response from her as he unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down her legs. The slight pink on her pale cheeks was the only reminder that their session had already started, and he smacked her right cheek again, watching in satisfaction as it jiggled, his pet crying out quietly, her hand reaching back to massage her pink rump. She’d be nonverbal soon if she wasn’t already, and he decided to waste no time. He had to get her ready before his wife joined him in taking care of their best friend. She’s not just my best friend anymore, he mused, pulling the purple thong down her legs. He made her step out of her clothes, tossing them to one corner of the room. She wouldn’t need them for the rest of the weekend. His hand traveled to her hair, grabbing a fistful of it and using it to pull her off the bed. She grunted as she crashed against his firm chest, looking up at him with big eyes. “Are you alright, princess?” he asked, and smiled when she nodded. “Good. Don’t fight that current sweetie, or you’ll drown. I promise you, if you let it, it’s going to take you to a wonderful place,” he whispered, making her raise her arms, pulling the gray hoodie free from her body. The garment joined the rest of her clothes. He unbuttoned her blouse, enraptured by her breasts as more and more of the milky skin was revealed. She had skipped a bra, and Harry had to restrain himself from starting to play with her perfectly shaped, round breasts. “Aren’t you my pretty little cow,” he whispered, unable to help himself. His hand grabbed her left tit, fingers digging into her soft flesh, eliciting an embarrassed ‘moo’ from Lavender. “That’s right,” he murmured, bending down to pick the bag up and place it on the bed. The stockings were the first thing he helped put on her, quickly pulling them up her legs. The headband with the tiny horns and black and white patterned ears came next, nestled securely on her head and helping hold her blonde hair in check. He turned her so she faced him, retrieving the fake septal ring from the bag. He removed it from its packaging, pushing the ends in either nostril, a hand holding her head in place to stop her from squirming. The ends magically fixed themselves, and would just as easily be removed, making the toy perfect for something like the weekend they were about to have. “That store is a wonder, isn’t it? Parv and I sometimes spend hours browsing everything on offer,” he teased, grinning when she dutifully nodded. The collar was next, a lacy black piece with a bell that suited his new pet perfectly. Lavender Brown had perfect fashion sense, be it in ballgowns or pet play chic. He wrapped it around her slender neck, the bell ringing quietly as the collar was locked in place. He could see her shoulders slump as the last vestiges of tension fled her body. The collar was a reminder. She was claimed. She would be looked after. Her best friends would look after her. She knelt of her own accord, hands locked behind her arms and eyes cast to the floor, the very picture of perfect sub etiquette. “No tail?” Harry asked, watching her shake her head without looking up. “Good,” Parvati said, leaning against the doorway, as naked as the day she was born. She was holding the huge black dildo he had gifted her on their anniversary in her hand. “Tails just get in the way.” She sauntered over to them, a hand lazily scratching Lavender’s head between the floppy ears as she leaned up to kiss her husband. “You’re the best husband in the world, Mr. Potter. It’s a month to my birthday, and here you are, with the perfect present already,” she whispered against his lips, her grin matching his own smile. “You like?” “I love,” Parvati replied, keeping her hand in Lavender’s hair as she circled her best friend, eyeing her much in the same way a cat would her new toy. Lavender maintained her position throughout it all, only looking up when she bent, hooking a finger under her chin, making her tilt her head up to look at her new mistress. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she daddy?” Parvati asked, tapping her cheek with a finger. “Open,” she ordered, pushing the dildo inside her mouth when her command was obeyed. She pushed the huge toy in as far as Lavender could comfortably take it, stopping when she started to gag. “Angelic,” Harry replied, grabbing Parvati’s long black hair and pulling her up for a rough kiss. “And so are you, my love.”  She moaned into his lips, her nimble fingers quickly undoing the button of his jeans and pushing them as far down his legs as she could. “No need-” her hand slipped into his boxers, “for the flattery.” Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, pulling his rapidly hardening cock out. He sighed as the pressure on it eased. “I’ll let you take first dibs,” she teased, leaning up to whisper in his ear, her breath hot on his skin. “Take?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “Offer,” Parvati corrected with an impish smile. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock, and she started to pump slowly, coaxing it to grow to its full length. She pulled away soon after, turning to look at Lavender, who had not moved an inch the entire duration of their conversation. “Amazing,” Parvati whispered, watching her best friend drool around the large toy stuffed in her mouth. “It’s the potion.” “Oh no, she is a very good cow. The potion just brought out what was hidden for all these years, didn’t it, pet?” Parvati asked, pulling the dildo free from her mouth. Lavender only blushed and nodded, mooing quietly. “See?” Parvati grinned, turning to look up at her husband. “Be nice to have some obedience in this house.” He moved to stand next to Parvati, a finger hooking under Lavender’s collar to pull her up on her feet. “You’d be bored with me within a day if I stopped being bratty,” Parvati shot back, squealing at the hard smack to her ass her words elicited. “At the risk of sounding impertinent daddy,” she gasped, pressing her legs together, “aren’t we supposed to be concentrating on our new pet tonight?” “You’re right. She had been a little neglected, hadn’t she?” He let go of Parvati, reaching out to pull Lavender closer to him. “But she doesn’t mind. Look at her, all aroused and not a cock in her,” Harry asked, pushing the tiny blonde’s legs apart. She tried in vain to push her legs together to hide the gleaming trickle of wetness making its way down her thighs, only pausing in her efforts when Parvati pinched a stiff pink nipple, twisting it harshly. Lavender mewled softly and gave up, submitting to the wishes of her new masters. Parvati smiled, gently squeezing Lavender’s breast. She pulled her hand away, popping her finger in her mouth to taste the single drop of milk her pinch had elicited. “Delicious,” she whispered, bending to kiss her cheek, grinning at her deepening blush. She grabbed the magically enchanted dildo, pushing it into the socket of the strap-on belt she had around her waist. “We’re going to work on your gag reflex poppet,” she said, sauntering over to the bed, her slender hips swaying with every step. She climbed onto the large bed, pushing herself up to the very top, her back against the headboard and her legs spread. The large, hyperrealistic dildo rose up like a spear, glistening in the dim light of the room from the saliva coated on it from its time in Lavender’s mouth. Harry tore his eyes away from the little display his wife had put on, turning to Lavender, only to see that she had her eyes fixated on her best friend as well. Her mouth was open as she panted, the trickle down her legs had turned into a gush that coated his fingers. He pulled his hand away from her thighs, ignoring the disappointed bleat his action elicited. “Patience, pet,” Harry murmured, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. He pushed her down on the bed, on her hands and knees, watching as Parvati grabbed her pigtails and pulled her closer to the dildo. She mooed softly, turning her pleading eyes towards Harry, a desperate wiggle of her ass letting him know the potion had consumed her mind and was overloading her senses. “The first time is always hard poppet,” Parvati whispered, tugging on her pigtails to make Lavender turn back towards her, gently pushing her down on the huge cock strapped to her. Lavender obediently obliged, her lips stretching around the massive girth as she was pushed down on it. “You better fuck her hard and fast daddy. She looks like she’ll explode if she doesn’t get bred within the next five minutes,” Parvati smirked, ignoring the gagging sounds as the tip of the dildo hit the back of Lavender’s throat, instead pushing her further down its length. Harry didn’t need any more encouragement. His cock was already throbbing, rock hard at the sight in front of him. The bed creaked as he climbed on it, his hands grabbing Lavender’s wide hips for leverage. If his wife was made to be a kitten, there was no doubt that his new pet was the perfect cow. Her hourglass-shaped body, buxom chest, and wide hips meshed flawlessly with her kink. A hand snaked around her waist, his fingertips gently brushing against her clit, causing the girl to moan around the cock in her mouth. Parvati gasped, the strap-on enchanted to transmit every sensation and feeling much like a real cock would. “I-keep going daddy,” she pleaded, her hands shifting to the back of Lavender’s head, firmly pushing her down the last few inches of the dildo. She held her there as Lavender gagged, pulling her away from the dildo only when she saw Harry guide his tip towards her wet cunt, ready to impale the girl. A thin strand of drool still connected Lavender’s lips to the dildo as she looked up at her best friend with wide eyes, the very picture of slutty innocence. Her gasp for breath was interrupted by the man behind her pushing his thick shaft inside her with a single brutal thrust. Lavender moaned, and Parvati took advantage of it by pushing her back down on the glistening black dildo. Lavender was now pinned between her two lovers in a spit roast, her moaning muffled as Parvati timed every thrust by her husband by pushing her down on the dildo. Still, she dutifully sucked, swirling her tongue around the thick shaft, only faltering when Harry gave her clit the occasional pinch. Harry dug his fingers into the alabaster skin of her hip, leaving marks that would surely turn to bruises come morning. “You need to be bred, don’t you, little cow?” He grunted, thrusting inside her tight cunt with a punishing pace, the only sounds in the room being that of skin slapping skin, Lavender’s loud moans, and Parvati’s quieter ones. She was close, the way she quivered under him made that clear. He renewed his assault on her clit, massaging and flicking it with his thumb in time with his thrusts. Parvati, however, was the first to go, her hands falling off Lavender’s head as she collapsed back to the headboard, mewling as the shock of the orgasm coursed through her body. Lavender kept sucking dutifully, trying her best to swallow the realistic cum that was now filling her mouth. Her mind was blank, big blue eyes looking up at her best friend and lover as she writhed in ecstasy. Harry reached out, grabbing her pigtails, pulling her off the dildo and up against his firm chest so Parvati had a clear view of both their climaxes. A hand moved to her heavy breast while the other continued to toy with her clit, and he peppered her shoulder with kisses as he continued to thrust roughly inside her. Lavender came within minutes, squirting all over his cock, coating both their thighs with her arousal. She was a complete mess, with cum leaking out of the corner of her mouth, dripping down to her breasts, and mingling with the milk leaking out of her breasts. Her tightness and the way her velvet walls clamped down around his shaft relentlessly trying to milk him of his precious seed proved far too much for his self-control to handle. He thrust inside her one last time, cumming in her with a roar. Lavender was a dazed mess, panting softly as she was pulled off his shaft, instinctively turning her fluid-coated body into his chest, nuzzling into him. Harry simply locked his eyes with his exhausted wife and smiled, knowing they were both coming to the same conclusion. Their relationship had just gotten much more interesting. Epilogue: There is something to be said about a night of quality sex, Parvati mused as she made her way down to the kitchen. While the night before hadn’t been the longest session she’d had with her husband by far, it had been one of the best, and the singular reason was her best friend. Now lover and pet too. The thought made her giddy with excitement. She’d woken up to an empty bed, sore, tired, but supremely satisfied. Dressed only in one of Harry’s shirts she walked down to their kitchen, presuming that her partners had decided on an early start to the day. They had, just not in the way she had imagined. “Not on the kitchen table, please! I’m hungry and I need to eat,” she teased, grinning at the sight of her husband lazily fucking the naked blonde bent over the oak table. Harry turned and smiled, before returning to his task with a wink. Lavender simply turned to look at her, the apologetic look on her face interrupted by a moan as Harry thrust deep inside her. Parvati made her way around the couple, grabbing a bowl and pouring her favorite cereal into it. Instead of making her way to the fridge, she walked over to stand next to Lavender, turning her red face so she could look at her best friend. “You don’t mind, do you, cow? You’re already leaking all over my table, be a shame to waste it,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss Harry’s cheek when he helpfully pulled her up away from the table, giving her easier access to her chest. Parvati bent, licking the milky drop hanging from one of her teats, rolling it around on her tongue. “Delicious,” she pronounced, winking at her husband. She held the bowl under her chest, starting to slowly milk one of her breasts, Lavender’s moans now mixed with quiet mooing. “So,” Parvati said through a mouthful of cereal, having pulled the bowl away once it was full. “We’re keeping her around, aren’t we?” “Are we, poppet?” Harry asked, continuing his lazy thrusting. Lavender could only nod, but as she would reflect once the effects of the potion had worn off, it had been very enthusiastic nodding indeed. 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Chapter 0 - Under the Starry Skies, the Greengrass Lies

Content Warnings: Rough Sex, Outdoor Sex, Breast Play, Teasing, Nipple Play, Overstimulation “You need to tell someone. You can’t let her keep doing this to you.” Daphne frowned as she studied the angry red words etched into the skin of his right hand. I must not tell lies. One day, she was going to stick her wand up that bloviating woman’s nose and pull out the peanut she called her brain. What possible reason could he have to lie? For attention, like the Daily Prophet was claiming? If Harry Potter was the sort of man who thrived on attention, he already had enough of it to last a lifetime. He, however, was not, as anyone who had a five-minute conversation with him would have told the asshat who put his name on the byline of the word vomit they had published. There were rumors of a darker variety, and if it had been anyone else in the castle, she might even have entertained the notion that they were lying to cover up their role in Cedric’s death. Not Harry. He never lied to protect himself. If he lied, he lied to protect others. Like her. He had kept up their fake dating charade for more than a year, all to protect her from a life she did not want. Harry? If he had been responsible for Cedric’s death, he’d probably have been the first one to demand they arrest him. No. There was absolutely no reason for Harry Potter to lie, and anyone with half a brain could see it. Unfortunately, it seemed like the only prerequisites for the people in power these days seemed to be a complete lack of brains or morals, or in the case of their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a healthy mixture of both. She pulled out the bottle of dittany she had brewed for him from her satchel, pushing his hand flat on her thigh to gain easier access to the entirety of his wound. “Who do I tell? Dumbledore? He doesn’t care. Nobody other than him can do something about it. I doubt even he can do anything to stop her. You heard Educational Degree Number whatever the fuck we’re on now, she has complete power over all academic punishments.” “I’ve been warning you about our dear Headmaster for nearly a year and a half now, but did you listen? No. I’m glad you’re finally realizing that the old codger is an uncaring bastard.” She dabbed the dittany on the angry red letters etched into his skin, her free hand holding his wrist in a vice-like grip to make sure he didn’t pull his hand away. She knew the dittany would burn like hell, but it was also the only thing that would work on wounds inflicted by a blood quill, so he’d just have to be a good boy and take the pain. It never failed to amaze her how the man could last for hours in that horrid woman’s office without breaking, but was the polar opposite around her. It’s because he likes you, dumbass, the unhelpful voice in her head piped up, only to be ruthlessly squashed. “No he doesn’t,” she mumbled, continuing to dab the dittany on his wounds. They were business partners, their fates bound together by events not of their making. Nothing more. Besides, they had been faking a relationship for more than a year now. If he wanted something real, why had he not acted on it? “Alright-” Harry hissed as she dropped a particularly large drop of dittany onto his hand. “I got your point. You don’t think he has our best interests at heart.” “I- Yes. That is what I meant,” Daphne replied, ducking her head to obscure the blush on her cheeks. Thank Merlin for my hair, she thought, tilting her head to make sure the golden tresses completely obscured her face from view.  “Thanks.” Harry pulled his hand away from her lap once she had finished coating the entirety of the phrase with a thick coat of dittany, and she suppressed the twinge of disappointment at his action. So close, and yet, so far. Shut up, she admonished the voice in her head. Merlin, she was going batshit crazy around him these days. She blamed her new hormone-addled friends from Gryffindor for her current predicament. Brown had filled her head with decidedly unladylike thoughts. I thought we got in this mess in the first place because we didn’t want to lead the life of a prim, proper Pureblood lady married to a man we don’t love or even like.  Shut up, she admonished the voice in her head again. He had cupped her cheeks while she was arguing with the voice in her head. How had she not realized he had cupped her cheeks?! He was pulling her closer, his chapped lips brushing against her soft ones. It was the chastest of kisses, a simple offering laid out for her. She could sense that he was waiting for her approval. “You start by kissing a lady’s hand, Mr. Potter. You then move to her cheek, and finally, only if she is truly interested in you will she allow you to taste her lips,” she whispered, resting her forehead against his. “I’m sorry-” he started, only to be cut off by her lips on his. He tasted of honey and ash, the most curious of combinations. Careful. We just might get addicted, the voice in her head crowed, giddy with excitement. For once, she did not have an argument for it. “I’m not a lady, Potter, and I never will be. Don’t treat me like one,” she whispered, running a hand through his unruly hair. Merlin, she loved his hair. She gasped as he lifted her up, easily depositing her in his lap. His baggy clothes hid surprising strength, and she blushed again at the rush of perverted thoughts and ideas in her brain. Fuck you, Brown, she groused, glaring ineffectively at him for smiling. Whether the smile was the result of her gasp or the dark red color of her formerly pale cheeks, she did not know. You’ve turned me into an unrepentant horndog. She could almost hear her voice in her head, asking her what was so wrong about her desires. If he was willing to indulge her, and she was willing to be indulged, she did not think anyone else had a say in what they did. She could see the dark glint in his eyes even through the faint light of the full moon. A coiled serpent, ready to strike. There was a predator hidden in the well-intentioned man she had grown to love, and she had a feeling she was to be its prey. All she had to do was break through the last of his reservations, and break the beast free. Nineteen years of struggling with the darkness he had been left with courtesy of the Dark Lord had done him no favors, and he was losing the battle to banish it, especially now that his nemesis was back. Despite what Dumbledore said or thought, it wasn’t meant to be banished or suppressed. The effort of trying to do that was eating him alive, and would ultimately cost him his mind. She could see it happen before her very eyes and refused to stand by and watch. He had to make it a part of him, the darkness to his usual light. Eyes are the mirrors to our soul my love, and you’ve spent far too long being ashamed of a part of yours. Let me show you the ligh- darkness. There could be no light without the dark. The moon and the stars she loved only shone because of the night sky. He would be the world’s light, and her darkness. And she would be his green, green grass, under the starry skies. She could see it even now, how he struggled against the part of him that had broken through for a moment, keeping her at a respectful distance even after pulling her onto his lap. She took matters into her own hands, gently pushing his hands off her shoulders and gripping his with hers instead. She used them to pull herself closer, pushing down against his crotch as she eliminated as much distance between the two of them as possible. The last time they’d been this close had been at the Yule dance, what now seemed like a lifetime ago. She had no real experience with what she was doing, nor did she even know if it would be successful. The only knowledge she had came from conversations with Lavender Brown, or from the trashy romance novels hidden under her bed that she’d never admit she enjoyed reading. A good, proper Pureblood lady wasn’t supposed to know these things. Daphne Greengrass had no desire whatsoever to be one. She had spent her entire life trying to find a path away from her supposed destiny, and this was it. If it helped the only person she cared for in the entire world become the man he was supposed to be, well, that was just an added bonus. I plan to spend the rest of my life learning all the things I’m not supposed to know, she vowed to herself, shivering as the look in her partner’s eyes grew hungrier at her actions. The look promised to ravage and ravish her, with no consideration for moderation or respect. She supposed the idea of being fucked mercilessly against a tree by a man giving in to his inner darkness should have terrified her. All it did was make her cunt wetter than the fucking lake. She gasped as she pushed down against his crotch, surprised at the bulge that greeted her. His muscles aren’t the only thing his cousin’s nasty clothes hide, she thought, her cheeks turning a shade of red she didn’t think was possible. She’d read all about the walk of shame, the soreness between the legs, and the difficulty walking. Now, she suspected, she was about to experience it firsthand. He hadn’t said a word since she had pulled herself closer, his entire body seemingly frozen in shock. She would have pulled herself off of him before she made a fool of herself, if not growing bulge pressing against her leg that let her know he very much wanted this. Wanted her. If she had to hazard a guess, he was still trying to repress every one of his desires, trying to be the ‘good little soldier’ Dumbledore wanted him to be. But he was so much more. He could be so much more. They could have a life of their own, free from the influence of the two power-hungry men who sought to use everyone around them for their own agendas. If he could not perceive the path to his liberation, she would help him see it. She shifted, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling herself even closer to him, his bulge now pushing against her crotch. She wiggled until it brushed against the rapidly growing damp spot on her panties, grinning as his eyes widened in shock. Mission accomplished. “Daphne, you need to-” “Stop?” She cut him off. “No. No more fighting the darkness inside you Harry Potter. Tonight, you give in, and liberate yourself.” And me. She grabbed the edges of her gray hoodie, pulling it over her head, making no effort to stop the shirt from riding up along with it. She dropped both the garments on the grass next to them, keeping her eyes locked with his the entire time. ‘Nothing drives a man crazier than eye contact while you’re blowing his brains out.’ Lavender had been talking about blowjobs, but surely it applied in other situations as well? It seemed to work, and she stifled a gasp as his cock twitched against her thigh. His eyes had shifted to her generous bust, and to the pebbled pink nipples poking through the thin white lace of her bra. She was close, she could feel it. Just a little more, and he would break. And their lives would never be the same again. She grabbed the hands lying on either side of him, lacing their fingers together. She started to rock gently against his crotch, forcing himself to keep her eyes on him even as the pleasure from the friction her actions clouded her brain with arousal and lust. She had a mission. After it was done, then she could lose herself. “Daphne if you don’t stop I’ll-” “You’ll what?” She asked, pulling his hands up to her chest, “Show me.” In retrospect, if she’d known her boobs were all it would take to let him break free from the chains that bound him, she’d have let the man breeze past second base long ago. She finally let her eyes flutter shut as she saw something snap in her lover, a strangled groan escaping her lips as his fingers sank into the softness of her breasts. She continued to rock against him, keeping the pressure on metaphorically and literally. “Show me,” she whispered, stray locks of golden hair framing her face as she rode him. She moaned softly as his hands massaged her breasts. He didn’t say a word, simply grunting as one of his hands traveled to her back, trying to undo the clasp of her bra. She giggled at his struggles, her own hands moving from her shoulders to assist him in taking her bra off. She sighed as her large round breasts were freed from their lacy confines. Her moment of reprieve was shortlived, however, as something even more divine than his hands made its way down to her breasts. She could feel his unruly black hair tickle her face as he bent, his lips closing around a stiff pink teat. She groaned, burying her hands in his hair. He was lazily sucking on her nipple, almost like he was toying with her before the main act itself. The only problem was that she wasn’t sure she’d last till the main act. She was positively gushing by this point, her arousal trickling down her thighs and staining her jeans. He continued to suck, his teeth gently clamping down around her nipple and tugging on it. She moaned and prayed to every god in existence to ensure that no unlucky soul would come to investigate the sounds and be witness to her descent into depravity and decadence. A proper lady would demand her flower be taken on a soft bed. A dirty little slut would let her lover fuck her against a tree under the starry skies, in view of anyone who wanted to watch, And, Daphne Greengrass decided, she very much wanted to be Harry Potter’s dirty little slut. All strength was draining out of her body as he covered the flawless skin of her breasts with love bites and bruises. She felt like she was made of rubber but still kept grinding against him desperately, trying to supplement his efforts to help her reach her instinctive goal of orgasm and release. The friction helped, but it was his lips and tongue returning to her sensitive nipple that finally caused her to come undone, the man humming a strange tune as his tongue assaulted her nipple. Not a tune, she realized dimly, he was speaking. Parseltongue. It was the last coherent thought she would have that night, her lover clamping and slightly twisting her swollen nipple even as he continued to suck, trying to draw a nectar she did not yet have to offer. Yet. She cried out, collapsing against him as the force of the orgasm that ripped through her body drove out the last remaining strength she had left in her limbs. Her panties were soaked, her jeans stained and drenched. It did not matter anymore, for even as she struggled to breathe as she rode out her orgasm, she could feel him lift her up effortlessly, pushing her back against the trunk of the oak tree. He set her down to her feet, but her legs would not cooperate, the girl wordlessly wrapping her arms around his neck. She used him as support, her body still shaking from her orgasm. Her mind had been wiped clean, and for the first time in her life, she was happily floating, free from any expectation or anxiety of responsibility. She was his, and he would take care of her. She slowly raised one leg after the other to help him pull off her jeans, leaving her naked with the exception of her now ruined panties. She opened her eyes as he roughly yanked them down her legs, eager to see the effect her body had on her lover. The twinge of fear she felt at the hungry look in his eyes only added to the arousal coiling in the pit of her stomach, and she spread her legs, inviting him to take what was his. He was finally free of the struggle that had nearly cost him his sanity. Good, she thought, resting her head against the tree trunk. She watched him undo his own jeans, pulling them down with his boxers. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth as his cock sprang free, finally coming to terms with exactly how big it was. She didn’t even know if she could take all of him, and even if she did, she definitely knew she’d have trouble walking come morning. He didn’t give her time to dwell on the consequences of being impaled on his massive shaft, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips against hers in a searing kiss. His hands grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs up around his waist. She locked her ankles around him, letting him trap her between his body and the tree. Her hands moved to his shoulders to help him keep her aloft, not that it looked like he needed the assistance. “We need to get you new clo-” she murmured, her words dying in her throat as she screamed. He had grabbed his cock with one of his hands, guiding its tip to her wet slit. Her flower, taken with one savage thrust. Her head collapsed against his shoulder, tears staining his white shirt as her tight cunt was stretched by the massive member pushing deep inside her. Her wetness made things easier, but she doubted any amount of lubrication would ever make it possible for her to take his massive girth with ease. She sighed as the stinging gave way to a dull ache. “Are you alright my pretty little princess?” His voice was deeper, more melodious, and yet, had a sinister quality to it that was equal parts arousing and terrifying. Fear made for a potent aphrodisiac, she realized. “Yes.” She nodded into his shoulder, before mumbling, “I’m not your princess.” “What are you then?” He sounded amused, the aura of sheer strength and brutality that now surrounded him causing another gush of wetness to seep out of her and coat the base of his cock. “I- I am your dirty little slut,” she whispered, the hold of her arms and legs around him tightening. She moaned quietly as it had the unintended effect of pushing his cock deeper inside her. “Why can’t you be both?” No light without the darkness. She nodded, pressing a timid kiss to his neck, almost like she was giving him permission to continue. To finish what he had started. Ravish her. Ravage her. All you have to do is lay your claim, and I’m yours. She removed a hand from around his neck as he started to thrust lazily, her whimpers interspersed with moans as she began to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. She was already close, and when he sped up, she did too, rubbing her clit desperately, trying to tease out another orgasm. His grunts mingled with her quiet moans and cries as he began to thrust harder and faster and she could feel the small measure of self-control he had regained begin to slip away as he let the sea of lust carry him away. She had long surrendered to it, her feverish rubbing combined with his savage thrusts teasing out another earth-shattering orgasm. He did not stop, did not even slow down, continuing to savagely thrust into her tight pussy with a primal strength she had not known he possessed. She moaned loudly, crying out into his shoulder as she saw stars, her head swimming at the sheer brutality of the sensations now assaulting her body. She was going to cum again soon, she knew, but she wasn’t sure her body could handle another orgasm. Her lover seemed possessed by some otherworldly strength, grunting quietly as he kept fucking her through her orgasm. Her walls clamped down around his shaft, trying to milk it for his seed. A losing fight for now, but in end, she would win. She would have his seed. Le Petit Mort. The little death. Lavender dreamed of it, her lover, possessed by a primal strength and raw desire, would give it to her their very first time. Their breathing was ragged by the time they came, Harry thrusting inside her one last time as her walls clamped down around him, greedily accepting every last drop of his cum even as her own orgasm caused her brain and body to shut down, the blonde girl collapsing against her lover as she passed out. She wasn’t worried. Where there was darkness, there was light. She was his, and he would take care of her. AU where Hogwarts starts at 15. If you'd like to read more of Harry/Daphne, I have a story on my Patreon that has everything from Anal to Bukkake in it! My Patreon! 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Chapter 0 - A 'Love' Connection

Content Warnings: Spanking, Punishment, Cum Play, Teasing, Handjobs, BJs, Orgasm Denial. Romilda clutched the piece of parchment in her hands tightly, her heart hammering in her chest. She was standing alone on the empty spiral staircase, unable to move ahead. Yet, she could not bring herself to withdraw back to her dorms. Was it pride? A stubborn refusal to slink back into hiding like a chastised cat? Or maybe a part of her still believed she had a chance, even after everything that had happened. Even she didn’t know. All she knew was that she was standing ten feet away from Harry Potter’s dorm, clutching a letter bearing his writing and trying to convince herself to go up to him before someone caught her. She took a deep, shuddering breath and climbed the last few steps, meekly tapping her knuckles against the shut door. “Enter,” came the voice from the door in response to the knock. Harry’s voice was cold, completely devoid of the usual warmth it held. Romilda steeled herself and opened the door a crack, slipped inside the dimly lit dorm room, and shut the door behind her. She blinked at the sudden absence of light, trying to get accustomed to the darkness. The only source of light was the fire roaring merrily in the large fireplace, its orange flames bathing the room with warmth. Her eyes roved around the deserted dorm room until she discovered the figure sitting on a chair close to one of the beds. “Harry?” She asked, her heart in her throat. His body was shrouded in darkness, making it even harder to decipher the inscrutable expression on his face. He didn’t look angry, but he certainly wasn’t happy to see her. That much was certain. “Come here, Miss Vane.” Romilda nodded, balling her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. She paused in front of the chair, her eyes downcast. She kept staring at the roughly hewn stone floor, unable to bring herself to look at the man. “I’m sorry,” she whispered after a minute of uncomfortable silence. “I… I don’t know what came over me. I was going to ask you to Professor Slughorn’s party but I was too scared. Then all my friends told me someone like me would never have a chance with the Boy-Who-Lived and I acted like a stupid little girl. I just want you to-” Her eyes widened as his palm pressed against her lips, muffling the rest of her words. “I talked to your friends this morning,” Harry murmured, taking advantage of her quiet squeak to push his fingers into her mouth. She didn’t fight him, immediately submitting to his advances. “They told me everything about you.” Romilda turned red. If they’d told him everything about her feelings for him… she was going to kill them. She had shared those details in confidence! Harry’s fingers explored the warmth of her mouth, distracting her from all thoughts of revenge. “You sent my friend to the hospital wing, Miss Vane,” Harry said softly, using his hold in her mouth to pull her closer. “Now, you weren’t directly responsible, which is the only reason I’m giving you an option. Otherwise, I’d have hauled your delinquent ass in front of Professor McGonagall long ago.” Romilda blushed. Something about the way he was admonishing her like she was a naughty child caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing was strangely arousing. Maybe it’s just that he’s finally paying attention to me, Romilda thought, pressing her thick thighs together as she suppressed a moan. “Tbhank yhou, shir,” she said thickly around his fingers, her eyes flickering over to finally look at him. “Ihm shorry,” she added genuinely. The potion had been a momentary fit of madness, nothing more. She hoped he could see that she’d never do anything of that sort ever again. “Words are cheap, Miss Vane. You have to earn your apology.” Romilda nodded around his hand, her sleek black curls bouncing vigorously. “I whill!” “How?” The question threw her for a loop. How would she earn her apology? No clue, she thought ruefully, before perking up as she thought of a suitable answer. “Whatever yhou dechide,” Romilda murmured, putting the ball in his court. “You see, I’ve been giving it a fair bit of thought. At first, I just wanted to tell Professor McGonagall everything. Merlin, I nearly did tell them everything when Snape tried to pin the entire debacle on me. But I told them that the chocolates had been sent by an anonymous person to me and Ron accidentally ate some.” Harry pulled his fingers out of her mouth. “And I spent all day yesterday with Stella, trying to understand why you would do something like this.” “You talked to my best friend?” Romilda squeaked, stumbling slightly when he wrapped his saliva-covered hand around her tie and pulled her closer. “I did. Tell me, does that girl ever shut up?” Romilda shook her head. It was pointless to expect Stella Lawson to keep any secrets to herself, but at the same time, given her infatuation with the Weasley twins, she had been the only person who truly understood her feelings. “I suspected as much. She told me… a lot. It’s a pity, you know? Before this entire incident, you were growing on me.” “I was?” Romilda asked, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Well, in a ‘pin this girl against the wall and kiss her with my hand around her throat to shut her up’ way, but yes, you were,” Harry conceded. “Now I’m in a moral quandary.” “How so?” Romilda whispered, unable to believe her luck. She had been so close, only to have everything she ever wanted to be pushed out of reach by her own stupidity. “Of what to do with you. Because I can’t take the girl who indirectly hurt my best friend as my date to a party.” “You’re taking me with you to Professor Slughorn’s party?” “I was.” “I’m sorry,” Romilda begged, close to tears. “I’ll take any punishment you want. I’ll even go to Professor McGonagall and tell her everything!” Her move to leave was stopped by him wrapping his free hand around her wrist. “No. I don’t want you to get in too much trouble. The fact that Ron drank poisoned wine wasn’t your fault. Your only mistake was causing him to go to Professor Slughorn’s office for an antidote to your love potion,” Harry said softly. The concern in his voice was evident, despite his otherwise cold behavior. “We will decide this between us and you will apologize to Ron tomorrow. That’s the deal, Miss Vane. Do you take it?” Romilda nodded. Harry tightened his hold on her wrist, pulling her closer to him. It took her a minute to understand what was happening and by the time she had made sense of her situation, she was sprawled across his lap. “I do think you told Stella something about your ass and what you’d like me to do to it,” Harry murmured, pushing one of his legs over hers, trapping her in place. The amusement in his voice was equal parts amusing and embarrassing. Harry had evidently decided to play a game that night and she was to be his toy. “What did you say?” “I… I just told her that I’d noticed you staring at it. And that if you just stopped dating sticks and went out with a woman with actual curves you’d appreciate what a real ass feels like,” Romilda whispered, repeating herself word for word. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the soft fabric of her black skirt ride up her creamy thighs, the man carelessly tucking the skirt into its own waistband. “I’m in the mood to appreciate a real ass tonight, Miss Vane.” Harry smirked as he admired the perfectly-shaped ass on his lap. He hadn’t expected the flamboyant girl to wear anything sensible, but coming to him wearing a barely present thong that left her large round cheeks fully bare was certainly a benefit in disguise. The barely suppressed lust in his voice caused her to whimper. They were on a chair in the middle of his dorm, completely unshielded from view. Anyone who decided to walk in through the unlocked door would get a nice long look at her ass before she had a chance to cover up. A part of her mind screamed at her to get up, to tell Harry to take her on a proper date because that was what she deserved. Considering it was the same irrational voice that had convinced her to go ahead with the stupid love potion trick, she decided to listen to the other, quieter part of her that was silently basking in Harry’s presence. It found the unexpected humiliation strangely arousing and her body clearly agreed. A trickle of arousal was seeping out of her virgin pussy, soaking her black thong before tracing down her thighs. “If you agree to go ahead with this, I’m going to need your hands, Miss Vane,” Harry said, his voice a low growl. In the end, it wasn’t much of a contest. Despite her momentary hesitation, Romilda knew she’d submit to him even if he had demanded her to climb onto his lap in the Common Room, in full view of everyone else. She pulled her arms behind her back, grunting quietly as he grabbed her wrists with his hand and pinned her hands together. “You will count for me and you will answer every question truthfully.” “Yes, sir,” Romilda murmured. She’d read in a Witch Weekly article that some men liked to be called that, among other things. The barely perceptible twitch of the bulge pressing into her belly certainly seemed to prove that Harry was one of those men. “Have you ever been spanked, Miss Vane?” Oh, that voice. It did things to him. She wondered if he’d whisper dirty things in her ear in that sexy growl when he fucked her. “Miss Vane, if you make me repeat my questions, we’ll be having this conversation about my belt, not my hand.” Romilda bit her lips. His belt?! “Uh, no sir,” she said quickly. Harry chuckled. The drama queen laid out across her knee was turning out to be even more fun than he had expected. “I will not stop if you start crying. I will not stop if you squirm. I will only stop if you say ‘Red’. Nod if you understand and prepare yourself.” Romilda nodded as fast as she could, her black curls flying around wildly. Harry kept massaging her firm bum while she wriggled around on his lap, trying to contort herself into a comfortable position. Once she was sure she was ready she nodded again, sucking in a deep breath as she felt the hand withdraw. SMACK! Romilda’s eyes flew open, a quiet cry escaping her lips. The gentle slap to her cheek was more shocking than painful, but it was a very real reminder of things that were to come. “O-one,” she whispered, pressing herself down into his lap. Her back arched, raising her bum up for her tormentor. SMACK! “Two!” she squealed, groaning at the harder-than-expected spank. Romilda had never been in such a situation before. Usually, it was her that dictated the terms of the relationship and if the man didn’t like it, well, he was free to find someone else. But for the first time in her life, she found the tables reversed. She wanted Harry. And she wanted to cater to his every whim and desire. Harry kept raining blows on her ass, her firm cheeks jiggling with every harsh slap he delivered. Her skin had gone from a faint pink after the initial spanks to a bright red, the sharp sting of his spanks transforming into a deep burn that she could feel in her very bones. Within minutes her brain was scrambled, her mind too consumed with lust to do anything but sob at the never ceasing blows to her ass. She squirmed futilely on his lap, but it was of no use. Harry ignored her feeble efforts to get away and the fact that she had been too distracted to keep count after the fifth spank, simply content to rain blows down on her poor globes. “Keep still, silly girl,” Harry growled, shifting his blows to her still unpunished thighs. Silly girl. She was a snotty mess, utterly humiliated and being chastised like she was a naughty little girl in need of an attitude correction. And she had never been wetter in her life. Her thighs were slick, coated with arousal that kept leaking out of her aching pussy. The pause he took to rest his hand and give her a minute to breathe allowed the sweet melody of her muffled sobs to finally reach his ears. “Does it hurt, Miss Vane?” “Yes, sir,” Romilda replied, sniffling quietly. “Do you know why I’m doing this?” Harry asked, gently massaging her bruised cheeks. There would be no sitting down for her the next day, not when they hadn’t even gotten halfway through the punishment. “Yes, sir,” Romilda murmured, shivering at his gentle touch. It contrasted well with his sterner side. “I acted like an entitled brat with no concern for anyone’s safety or feelings, and I need to be punished,” she mumbled, burying her face in his leg. Her tears were staining the dark fabric of his trousers, forming a large wet stain that Harry intended to wear as a mark of pride. She wasn’t a bad girl, really. Just misguided. And he was thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to turn the curvy raven-haired girl to the right path. She felt his hands wrap around her knees and she squeezed her thighs, preventing him from pulling her legs apart. “What’re you doing, Miss Vane?” His voice was low. Dangerous. “Please, don’t?” she begged. She wasn’t sure she could survive the humiliation of him knowing how much the punishment was turning her on. “Miss Vane,” he murmured, his voice carrying in it a note of warning. There’s nothing weird about this. Pain is an aphrodisiac for some, she reminded herself of another maxim she had read about in Witch Weekly. She meekly parted her legs, giving him an unobstructed view of the drenched piece of cloth protecting her modesty. Harry pulled her thong down her thighs, releasing his hold on her legs only for as long as it took to pull the flimsy piece of fabric away from them. She could feel the bulge poking her belly grow in size as he sniffed at the scent of her arousal that clung to the thong. “Tell me something, Miss Vane,” Harry asked, carelessly tossing the thong onto his nightstand. “Are you aroused?” His finger was now ghosting over her slick pussy lips, causing her hips to buck involuntarily. Am I aroused? I feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust! Yet her pride would not allow her to admit it. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that giving up control was turning her on. SMACK! “OW!” Romilda screamed as his open palm made contact with her pussy. “Yes, sir!” she whispered, breathing heavily. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Harry brought his hand down on both her cheeks and then her pussy in quick succession, watching with fascination as the trickle from her slit turned into a veritable flood. Stella Lawson hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d shared her best friend's fantasies with him. “You know it’s not much of a punishment if you enjoy it, Miss Vane?” Harry chuckled, his voice amused. Romilda flushed. It took a minute, but she finally gathered up her courage to retort. “It’s turning you on just as much, sir,” she replied cheekily. The bulge was now so large she was practically lifted off his lap. SMACK! Her cheek was rewarded with a hard spank to her thighs. Romilda groaned, her entire body lurching forward. She couldn’t help herself, however, and she pushed her ass back up in the air for him, silently begging for more. Harry didn’t oblige, ignoring her disappointed groan in favor of massaging her bright red ass. Perhaps the denial of her desires was as much a punishment as what had preceded it. She whimpered at the gentle kneading of her cheeks, his hands bringing a small amount of comfort to her burning skin. “If I keep going, Miss Vane, you’ll have to spend tomorrow in bed. And we can’t have that, can we? After all, you have to apologize to Ron.” Romilda nodded through her tears, sniffling quietly. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed that her punishment was coming to an end. Perhaps a bit of both. He released his hold on her hands and legs, gently pushing her off his lap. Her legs had no strength left in them and she found herself unable to stand. She sunk to her knees, slowly coming face to face with the giant bulge in his trousers. “C-can I help with that, sir?” She rasped, her throat dry and itchy from the sobs and screaming. She licked her lips in anticipation of his answer, peering up at him through her thick lashes. “Do you want to?” Romilda responded with a meek nod. Harry simply parted his legs, allowing her to squeeze in between them. He clearly expected her to take the initiative. Taking a deep breath, Romilda placed one hand on his thigh for leverage, her fingers moving to the button of his dark trousers. She pushed it open with a quiet ‘pop’. Harry lifted his hips to allow her to pull them down his legs, and that was exactly what she did, her fingers digging into the waistband of his pants and boxers as she pulled them down to his knees. She froze when she glanced up at the enormity of the challenge before her. She was no stranger to blowjobs, she’d given her fair share during the brief fling she had with Ernie. But Ernie had been half the size, messy and the experience was usually over in mere minutes. She had a feeling foreplay with her new lover would usually last longer than the entire act with her ex. “Do you need my help?” Harry asked kindly. His voice was softer than it had been all night and his gentleness fortified her nerves. She shook her head, taking a second to gather up her hair and secure it into a simple ponytail with the band around her wrist. She gave him a happy smile, the throbbing in her ass complimenting her aching pussy perfectly. She leaned forward, wrapping a hand around his shaft as her lips placed a cute kiss on his sensitive tip. Spurred on by his quiet hiss Romilda parted her lips as much as she could, slowly pushing herself down on his magnificent girth. She was able to swallow half his length before she gagged, pulling away from his cock in a moment of panic. She gasped for breath as she looked up at him for his reaction. Harry didn’t do or say anything, simply looking at the busty girl with a curious glint in his eyes. It was a silent challenge, a demand for her to prove herself. Her free hand moved to fondle his balls, gently massaging the orbs between her fingers. She attacked his cock with renewed vigor, impaling herself on his length as far as she could. She reminded her to remain calm, her free hand wrapping around the portion she couldn’t swallow and slowly starting to pump. Throughout it all, she never once broke eye contact, her innocent blue eyes staring up reverentially at Harry. Harry had lost the ability to speak sometime in the last few minutes, simply burying his hand in her hair and groaning quietly as he slumped back into the chair. His breathing grew ragged as she slowly swirled her rough tongue around his sensitive glans, lapping up every trickle of precum that leaked out of him. “F-fuck,” Harry hissed, causing her smile to grow. She was steadily increasing the speed of her pumping, bobbing her head up and down on the amount she could swallow in time with her hand. “You’re a cheeky minx, bloody hell!” Harry roared, his sad lack of sexual interactions ever since his breakup with Hannah showing. He wouldn’t last as long as either of them would have liked, but it was still miles better than anything Romilda had ever experienced. For once, she was actually enjoying sucking cock instead of looking at it as a weekly chore. “S-shit! I’m gonna…” Harry moaned, the sweet sound causing the drooling girl to speed up her efforts. She tried to swallow as much of his manhood as she could when she felt his balls tighten under her fingers, knowing he was close. Harry seemed to have different plans, however, pulling her free of his shaft at the exact moment he came. Only some of his cum ended up in her mouth, all of which was promptly swallowed. Dollops ended up splashing against her face and embedded in her hair until Harry grabbed his shaft and guided the tip down at her large bosom, splattering her blouse with his seed. He was marking her body with his cum. ‘You’re mine.’ That is what his action seemed to say. Romilda stayed on her knees as Harry caught his breath, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Harry got to his feet and stretched lazily, his satisfied cock still twitching at the sight of Romilda kneeling in front of him. Her silky raven curls were an utter mess from his time tugging on them and the small dollops of cum that inevitably ended up in her hair. Her face was an even bigger mess. Black trails were running down from her eyes and coating the pink skin of her round cheeks, the ruined mascara intermingling harmoniously with his cum. He watched her tongue dart out absentmindedly, hoovering up all the cum it could reach into her mouth. “I’ve never been with a girl who actively goes out of her way to swallow my cum, kitten,” Harry murmured, staring approvingly at her efforts to clean her face. “It’s tasty. Definitely something new, but I like it, sir,” Romilda murmured, easily giving in to the pressure of the hand on her chin and tilting her head upwards. Harry ran his wand over her stained skin, scouring her face clean but making no effort to banish the smell of sex and hedonism that clung to her. Once the job was accomplished he tucked the wand behind his ear and straightened, stepping out of the pants and boxers that had pooled around his ankles. “Go to bed, Miss Vane. We’re done for the night,” he murmured, tossing the clothes into his laundry basket. Romilda flushed at the gentle but utterly casual dismissal. She hadn’t expected him to ask her to leave before making love to her. Her needy pussy tingled, the girl so wet that a small pool of her arousal had formed on the floor between her legs. Not tonight, she thought sadly, pulling her skirt free of its waistband. She whimpered quietly as the fabric brushed the burning skin of her ass and thighs on its way down to cover her legs. It was clear he wanted her, but it was just as clear that he wasn’t ready to forgive her. Not yet. Tonight’s punishment had been the beginning, not the end of her redemption. Her eyes flickered over to the comfy bed, her mind straying to thoughts of falling asleep with Harry’s strong arms wrapped around her. “Your OWN bed, Miss Vane,” Harry elaborated, almost like he could read her mind. He grabbed a towel on his way to the bathroom and she knew she was supposed to leave once she had regained her composure. “Sir?” Romilda called out, causing Harry to pause at the door. “Yes, Miss Vane?” Harry asked, looking back at her with raised eyebrows. “Can I touch myself?” She didn’t quite know why she was asking. It wasn’t like he’d know what she did in the privacy of her own bed. All she knew was that it felt right to ask, even if the answer was more than likely to be no. “Do you want to keep seeing me for your… corrective punishments, Miss Vane?” “Yes, sir,” Romilda replied without hesitation. Her throat ached, as did the rest of her body. She needed a long hot shower and some water, a mind-blowing orgasm, and a bed, preferably in that order. Harry pulled his wand from behind his ear and pointed it at her, murmuring a quiet incantation. “AH!” Romilda squealed, shuddering at the sudden jolt to her pussy. It was followed by a cold numbness the likes of which she had never felt before. “You can touch yourself all you want, Miss Vane. But you can’t cum. Not anymore. Not until you see me for your next session.” Harry continued before she had an opportunity to ask. “Tomorrow night at eleven. If you can sneak into my bed without waking anyone up, we’ll have our session.” If not? She wanted to ask, but was afraid of the answer. She watched him disappear into the bathroom before she slowly pulled herself to her feet using his bed as support. She walked over to the mirror set in her lover’s armoire on unsteady feet, taking a moment to study her reflection. She brushed her hair with her fingers as best she could before starting to work on her uniform, trying her best not to look like she’d just had the best sexual experience of her life. Not that it mattered. Despite her best efforts, the smell of sex and cum still clung to her. Her hair was wild and her face was devoid of its usual makeup. Not to mention her blouse and the many cumstains splattered all over it, turning the thin white fabric into a hodgepodge of opaque and translucent sections. No, there was no hiding what they had done. There was no forgetting it either. Her numb, tingly pussy would be a constant reminder of her ‘punishment’. I just hope I don’t run into Stella, she thought as she made her way down the spiral staircase. She slipped into the crowded Common Room, thankfully too noisy and boisterous for anyone to notice her. She scampered up the staircase leading to her dorms and slammed the door behind her after entering the quiet room. She heard the rustling of curtains around Stella’s bed and she dove into her own, ducking under the covers before Stella had a chance to take a look at the state she was in. The blonde girl turned from the essay she had been working on, turning to Romilda with a raised eyebrow. “Well?” “Well, what?” Romilda asked coyly, turning to look at her best friend with a barely disguised smile. “Did he forgive you?” Romilda flopped onto her back, staring up at the velvet canopy of her bed. “Not yet,” she murmured, her voice filled with quiet determination. But he will. I’ll keep showing up till he does. Per my New Year Revamp, I plan to write 2-3 Super Smutty Short Stories whose Ships and Plots are voted for by my Patrons! The other two stories for this month are Harry/Hermione with a request that it include Bukkake, and a Harry/Gabrielle story featuring a very naughty Christmas! If you'd like to read them or make your own requests, consider signing up! My Patreon!

Chapter 3 - Home

Content Warnings: Begging, CMNF, Food Play (Maple Syrup), Teasing, Breast Play, Squirting. Harry turned the key in the lock, slowly pushing the door open once the wards had recognized his presence. He liked his house. The penthouse was on the top floor of a building in a quiet, chic part of Muggle London. As nice as Potter Manor was, as he grew up he had begun to understand why his parents had abandoned it in favor of a small cottage in Godric’s Hollow. It was too big, too empty, a reminder of an era when the Potter clan wasn’t on the verge of extinction. Neither he nor his father had been too eager to return to that place. And while he had happily joined his father in living with their godfather in the deathtrap Sirius Black called home during his Hogwarts years, he’d been just as eager to take his coming-of-age gift and buy himself an apartment of his own. It gave him the freedom to live life on his own terms. He loved his father and godfather but the two men were far too nosey for comfort. He still remembered the stupid grin and wink his godfather had shot him when he’d come down for breakfast after the first time Susan snuck in to spend the night. And that sex talk. Oh god, I never want to relive that day again, Harry thought slipping inside the apartment and shutting the door behind him. The dog and deer analogy they used was more traumatizing than if they’d just walked in on me spanking Susan. He was surprised to see the fire already lit, the quiet flames bathing his living room with a warm, orange glow. His hand pushed into his pocket and wrapped around his wand. Both he and his father had made their fair share of enemies over the years and while a cursebreaker from Gringotts had set up his wards, they weren’t impenetrable. He relaxed at the sight of his new sugar baby curled up on the couch, her face buried in a book. “Let me guess, Patricia gave you her key,” Harry said, pulling his hand out of his pocket. Hermione’s eyes shot up from the book. She blushed when she realized she had been too engrossed in the book to notice his arrival. She gave him a sheepish nod, moving to sit up on the sofa. “Uh, I didn’t… she said it was my key. I thought you wanted me to have it,” Hermione murmured, her voice hoarse from disuse. Patricia. Really? Do you think this little pixie is ‘the one’? She’ll leave in a week. He kept his thoughts and Patricia’s motives in giving her the key to himself. “Twangle’s Tales.” Harry nodded at the book in her hands. Hermione nodded enthusiastically, an enormous grin on her face. “I’ve never come across a first edition before, so I’ve never had a chance to read his unpublished notes.” “And?” He slumped into the couch, leaning into the soft cushion with a quiet sigh. “What did you think of Mr. Twangle’s notes?” “Oh.” Hermione blushed. She hadn’t realized he had read the book. He seemed to be far too busy a man to waste time on fanciful tales of travel and cuisine. “I think-” she squealed as he effortlessly pulled her into his lap. “Well, his insights into the magical communities of Asia and Europe are great, but he seems to have gotten lazier by the time he reached the Americas. They changed a lot of what he wrote in those particular sections in the later editions.” “He was a hundred and twenty when he landed in Florida, love. His assistant was doing most of the writing by that time,” Harry explained, lazily unbuttoning her blouse. “You brought your suitcase,” he observed, glancing at the single battered piece of luggage resting against his armchair. “I thought the contract mentioned that the first month is a trial period? You only have to move in if you wish to continue the arrangement after the month is up.” Hermione’s blush deepened. “I-I know,” she stuttered, twiddling her thumbs. “I’ve gone through the contract. I’ve memorized it and digested everything it says. I’m ready,” she said, unable to disguise the quiver in her voice. “Reading about something and experiencing it are two different things, Miss Granger. Why the eagerness to move in?” Harry challenged with a raised eyebrow. He helped her slip out of her blouse, carelessly tossing the fabric onto the floor. Hermione gulped. She had no doubt he’d sniff out any lie. He dealt with bullshitters in his line of business day in and out. “Uhm… well, my roommate moved in with her sugar daddy a couple of days ago. This was the last month we paid rent on our apartment and I can’t afford the place on my own,” she explained softly, hoping the man wouldn’t judge him. The more she heard herself talk, the more she was convinced he’d just think of her as a fraud and a gold digger. “I have money saved up and I can move into a cheap hotel for a month if you’d prefer!” she added quickly. “I just thought that since the contract stipulates that I have to sleep in a room assigned to me which I presume won’t be your bedroom, it’d be like we’re in two different apartments anyways. Your living room is bigger than my bedroom and bathroom combined. Logically it’s easier if I just moved in now instead of a month later.” “We’d still be sharing the flat, Miss Granger.” Hermione nodded. That much was very true. “The one-month clause is to ease you into the arrangement. I’d be happy to pay the rent for your apartment for the next month,” he murmured, unclipping the practical white bra she wore with a quiet SNAP. “I don’t think that’s a good use of your money, sir,” Hermione whispered, biting her lip as he pulled the bra away from her petite breasts. Her rosy peaks immediately pebbled in the chilly air, her breasts quivering as her breathing sped up. “You know, Miss Granger-” His index finger pressed into her soft skin and began to trace the rim of her large, pink areola. She moaned quietly, subconsciously tilting her hips towards him. “Most sugar babies negotiate up, not down,” he said, amused. Her innocence was endearing. “I just don’t want you to spend money in an illogical fashion, sir,” Hermione whispered, her breath hitching as his fingers popped open the button of her jeans. The man truly did not seem to waste any time in going after what he wanted. “Maybe you should be my accountant. The idiot wants me to invest in Comet broomsticks when everyone knows Firebolts are the future,” Harry grunted, slowly getting to his feet. He ignored her tiny squeak, ensuring her arms were wrapped around his neck before he started walking toward the kitchen. “Lock your legs around me, darling,” he whispered, ignoring his cock rapidly stiffening at the feel of her breasts squished against his firm chest. “Did you have dinner?” “I thought we were going to eat together, sir. But now I’m getting a distinct feeling that I’m to be the main course,” she teased. Feeling quite brave all of a sudden, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and began to leave a trail of gentle kisses to his collarbone. “You’re the dessert, Miss Granger,” Harry replied in an amused growl, setting her down on the black marble of the kitchen counter. He clicked his fingers and the candles sprung to life, bathing the room with much-needed light. Hermione ignored his heated gaze. Could someone cum simply from a look? Because she was certain that was exactly what would happen if she kept looking at the handsome hunk pulling down her pants. She suddenly wished she had asked Ginny to teach her more things. “What’re the boxes for, sir?” Hermione asked, deciding it was safer to focus on the three large cardboard boxes on the dining table. “They’re your welcome gifts, Miss Granger. You didn’t notice them?” “I didn’t explore the house, sir. This is the first time I’m seeing them,” Hermione replied. “I saw the books on the rack in the living room and…” she trailed off, lifting her hips at his gentle touch to allow him to pull her jeans and panties down her legs. “Books are your obsession,” Harry teased, carefully draping her clothes on a chair. Hermione responded with a shy nod. Harry chuckled and walked to the fridge. “Do you like pancakes?” he asked, pulling out the jar of batter and looking at her appraisingly. Hermione tilted her head. Was it a test? “For dinner?” Harry responded with a shrug. “It’s either this or we go out, because I have nothing else in the house.” “Pancakes it is.” She had no desire to put on clothes and give up the chance to revel in the heated glances he was shooting at her naked body. The idea that he found her hot made her feel like a goddess and she wasn’t eager to give that up for a fancy meal. She watched him arrange everything on the stove, idly swinging her legs in the air. “Do you cook dinner for all your sugar babies?” she teased. “Some,” Harry replied, deflecting the question with an easy smile. It was only the second time he would be cooking for a woman he had or wanted to fuck. Susan didn’t count because she was… well, Susan. The best friend he occasionally slept with and with whom he had zero romantic chemistry. Cooking for her was safe. As for the rest… he didn’t quite know what it was about Hermione that made him want to take care of her in a way he hadn’t particularly cared for with his other sugar babies. “I just have a thing against fucking pretty little pixies on an empty stomach.” He spread the batter on the pan, flicking the switch on the stove to low. “I’m not that tiny,” Hermione protested with a pout. “Just because all the others you interviewed had a few inches on me and… and artificially inflated assets doesn’t mean I’m tiny,” she said grumpily, crossing her arms over her chest. Harry laughed, gently kissing her pouting lips. He was in a far gentler mood than he had been during the interview, although he was certain that would change as the night progressed. He grabbed her wrists, gently pulling her arms away from her breasts before he grabbed the large jar of maple syrup, pulling it across the counter towards them. “I like tiny things. I like that you’re my pretty little pixie,” he whispered, picking up the basting brush. He dipped it into the maple syrup, whistling happily as he began to swirl the soft, syrup-coated rubber in concentric circles, starting with dropping a dollop of the sweet liquid on her stiff nipples and slowly working his way outwards. Hermione watched with wide eyes as he grabbed her knees, roughly pushing her legs apart. “O-oh god,” she moaned loudly at the gentle slap of the brush right up against her soaked pussy. She half expected him to push it inside her, but he simply began to paint down her thighs in long strokes, coating her skin with the sweet and sticky liquid. “Y-you don’t hesitate in going after what you want, do you?” Hermione breathed, angling her hips to give him greater access. “The ones that do never win, Miss Granger.” He flipped the brush, gently pushing the slender handle inside her tight pussy. “I’ll give you a pass tonight since you’ve been such a good little pixie and you’re still settling in, but if you ever fail to address me with the right title after tomorrow, I will tan your ass with my belt,” he murmured, pausing when he felt resistance. Her virginity was the most precious gift she could ever give him. He had no desire to waste it. No, Hermione Granger would be deflowered by his cock with her walls quivering around his shaft and his name spilling from her pretty lips. Hermione groaned. The thin handle had already stretched her out incomprehensibly, her walls fluttering around the slick glass bar. “U-understood, sir.” She had no idea how she was ever going to take the monster she had encountered that morning, not when even his basting brush made her feel so full. She watched as he withdrew, whistling jauntily. He moved back to the stove and flipped the pancake before reaching up to a cabinet and pulling out plates for them. Despite the fact that she had eaten nothing after the leftover pizza and coffee she had for breakfast, food was the furthest thing from her mind. She glanced at her chest, the gelatinous maple syrup rolling off her mounds and dripping down to her flat stomach in thick trails. Wasn’t he going to lick her clean?! That was how things usually went in the movies. One glance at her dominant told her he was in no hurry. He was a predator and she was his prey, and he very much wanted to play around with his meal. Her eyes traveled lower, down to the glass handle sticking out of her wet slit and the delicious ache spreading through her core. Her shaky fingers wrapped around the brush, gently rocking it in and out of her pushy, her lower lip trapped between her teeth to stifle her moans. The sizzling of the batter covered up the quiet sloshing sound the handle made pumping in and out of her soaked womanhood. She presumed he was too preoccupied with stacking pancakes to notice. She had presumed wrong. “Eager, are we?” His breath was hot on her skin, the girl too distracted to even notice when he leaned over. His hand wrapped around her slender wrist. “Please! Please, sir!” She begged when his hand stopped her desperate pumping. She had been on edge ever since their little tryst in his office and to be denied the ultimate pleasure when she was so close was nothing short of torture. “Please! Let me cum, sir!” “You might go too far in the throes of passion, darling,” Harry murmured, slowly pulling the brush out of her. Her walls clamped around the handle in a desperate attempt to trap it in place but it was of no use. “Please,” she sobbed, looking at him with big brown eyes. “Soon, little one,” Harry whispered, kissing her sweaty forehead. “Didn’t you touch yourself when you got home?” He asked, studying the shiny handle of the basting brush. He grabbed her chin, making her look at him as he licked the handle clean. “My, Miss Granger. You taste heavenly,” he whispered, moaning at the delicious intermingling of her tangy arousal with the sweetness of the maple syrup. Hermione blushed. She parted her lips when he pushed the tip of the handle against them, obediently taking it into her mouth. His hand held her head in place as he lazily began to fuck her mouth with the handle, slowly pumping its length in and out of her mouth. GLUCK. GLUCK. GLUCK. Hermione was nothing if not a quick learner, and she relaxed her throat muscles as he made her give messy head to the handle. Thin trickles of drool streamed out from the corners of her mouth, coating her chin and dripping down to her already messy breasts. “Consider this training for my cock,” he whispered, his gorgeous green eyes glinting playfully. Her eyes flickered over to him and she smiled, forcing herself to breathe through her nose as the tip slowly pushed into her throat. It was much easier to manage than his girthy shaft, but in her rather subjective view, her own arousal didn’t taste anywhere near as good as his cum had. “Phancake!” she warned, taking advantage of the split second between him pulling the handle out of her mouth and pushing it back in. Harry sighed and reluctantly pulled away from her. He tossed the brush into the sink, its purpose served. “So, you didn’t answer my question. Did you touch yourself when you got home?” Harry asked, flipping the last pancake onto her plate before switching the stove off. “I-I did,” Hermione confirmed with a shy nod. “Why the desperation to cum, then, princess?” Harry asked, rolling up a pancake and dipping it in the syrup. “Or are you on a hair trigger after spending so many years as a nun?” He teased, holding out the pancake in front of her lips. She bit into it, sighing with contentment. Like everything else he made, it tasted absolutely heavenly. “I didn’t cum,” Hermione admitted. “Why not?” “Your rules say I’m not allowed to cum without permission.” Harry laughed, a look of real joy on his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed himself this much. “Why’d you touch yourself then?” Harry asked, feeding her the rest of the pancake. “There was no rule against touching myself without permission,” Hermione mumbled. “You are by far the strangest-” Harry shook his head at her crestfallen face, “and cutest sugar baby I’ve ever had. You make me happy, Miss Granger. Very few people manage to do that.” “Thank you, sir,” Hermione whispered, a huge grin on her face at the unexpected praise. “You’re not eating anything. Your contract also said we’d have dinner together every day,” she said with puppy dog eyes. This girl is going to be the death of me, Harry thought, his heart skipping a beat at the cuteness on display. I don’t know if I want to cuddle her or rail her in a pretty little sundress. Probably both. He pushed the image of his tiny submissive in a bright yellow sundress, desperately trying to stifle her moans as he fucked her in a secluded corner of the park during the annual Ministry picnic out of his mind. “You’re right,” he said, handing her the plate in his hands. “Did you think of something while touching yourself?” Hermione nodded shyly. “Tell me about it as we eat.” Her eyes went wide at the order. The pancake in her hand dropped down to the plate as he buried himself in her chest without warning, taking as much of her small breast inside her mouth as he could. “Oh, god! W-what’re you doing?!” She asked, groaning quietly. “Sir,” she added quickly. Harry pulled away from her, a thin trickle of saliva connecting his lips to her flushed and throbbing nipple. “Having dinner,” Harry growled, diving back in. He trapped her stiff nub between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. “F-fuck,” Hermione swore with a breathy moan, forgetting that her rules also forbade her from swearing. Her hands were trembling and she set the plate down on the counter for the very real fear of dropping it onto his head. “Thell me,” Harry growled, his rough tongue tracing circles on her smooth, creamy skin, lapping up the sweet syrup. He hollowed out his cheeks, gently suckling on her breast. “Y-yes, sir!” Hermione acquiesced with a soft moan. Her legs were trembling violently, an unfamiliar pressure building up in her belly. “I-I was with you. We were… we were making love,” she whispered, her sticky fingers threading through his messy black hair, gently guiding his lips to her other breast, so woefully devoid of attention. “How?” Harry questioned before sinking his teeth into her creamy flesh, marking her skin with a huge hickey. “O-on the bed. Ginny told me her sugar daddy once took her with her legs bent at that… OH GOD!” Hermione screamed as his lips closed around her other teat and began to suck once more. She slumped against the wall, unable to fight her growing arousal anymore. “A… a mating press. She showed me a-a picture,” Hermione stuttered in a daze. Her leg muscles were twitching and the tight coil in her belly was ready to explode. “T-thought it felt good. Wanted you…” she mumbled, her eyelids drooping. “Please,” she begged, “please let me cum, sir,” His eyes flickered up to her and he shook his head in an almost imperceptible nod. He began to suck with renewed vigor, stimulating the highly sensitive nub with his lips while his hand traveled to her other nipple and began to pinch and tug on it. “Thank you sir, thank you sir, thank you sir,” Hermione chanted, her body feeling like rubber. She summoned up the last of her strength and moved a shaky hand down to her gushing pussy, gently massaging her clit with her fingers. “Thank you thank you, THANK YOU SIR!” she screamed, her mind going gloriously blank as she orgasmed, her cum squirting out of her pussy with enough force to spray his clothes from his stomach to his knees. Harry slowly withdrew, letting the exhausted girl curl up on the large counter and catch her breath. Once he felt composed enough he picked her up bridal style, all thoughts of dinner forgotten. “What’re you thinking, poppet?” Harry asked, cradling her tired body in his arms. “I feel like I should be the one paying you for this arrangement,” Hermione mumbled, burying her face in the warmth of his chest. Harry chuckled. “Trust me when I say, Miss Granger, that I had just as much fun as you did. Are you hungry?” “Not really.” She shook her head, her messy brown curls flying around. She wasn’t hungry anymore. Not for food anyways. “Alright.” He started walking out of the kitchen, slowly carrying her towards the staircase that led to the second floor of the house. “Where are we going?” Hermione asked, wriggling with excitement. “To see if me fucking you in a mating press lives up to your fantasy. It’s time you saw the playroom.” I think you can guess the Fourth Kink. Lol. To make requests and to read the next few chapters right away, check out my Patreon! My Patreon!

Chapter 0 - Harry's Reward

Content Warnings: Bondage, DP, Bukkake, Teasing, Anal, Spanking. Hermione rotated her wrists against the cold steel of the manacles that kept her outstretched arms secured above her head. She was stark naked, standing in the middle of the Room of Requirement with her arms pulled above her head and legs pushed apart and kept in place with a leg spreader. The soft leather of the cuffs of the leg spreader was much more comfortable than the unforgiving hardness of the manacles, and she made a mental note to herself to ask her lover to choose softer handcuffs the next time he wanted her bound and helpless. She had never imagined things would get this far. It had all started with an innocent suggestion, after all. Hermione, increasingly worried about Harry’s destabilizing mood and refusal to start their secret club had offered to reward him for agreeing to Head Dumbledore’s Army, and for each of the Toad’s classes he managed to survive without talking back or losing his temper. How to reward a brooding man, however? Well, that part was easy to decide. Ever since his disastrous night with Cho, she could sense a certain frustration in him. A frustration that very much needed an outlet. So the first time he lasted an entire class without talking back to Umbridge, she had pulled him into the nearest broom closet she could find and snogged him. The next, she pushed her hand into his pants and gave him a quick handjob. Things had… escalated after that. To the point that barely a week now went by without a night-long private session in the Room of Requirement that left her sore, limping, and oh-so satisfied come morning. He was her Harry, her dominant and master. She was his beautiful angel and obedient kitten. It was a dynamic that worked far better than she had thought it would. It was almost as if the two of them had been made for each other and had only been able to see it by removing Ron from the equation and cutting through the festering sexual tension between them. The quiet ‘THUD’, broke her free from her thoughts. She tilted her head, trying to follow Harry’s movements from the quiet sound of his footsteps. Her eyes lazily blinked under the black strip of satin he had used to blindfold her, obscuring the rest of the world from her. He liked her helplessness. Not that it ever worried her. The subtle darkness in him during their sessions was equal parts arousing and terrifying, and every encounter left her craving for more. She tilted her head again at the sound of quiet drinking. “Looks like you have something special planned for tonight, sir,” Hermione murmured, running her tongue over her blood-red lips. Make-up was a new experience for her, but having him ruin it and leave her face a mess was a deeply satisfying experience for both of them. “Christmas is coming. Thought I’d give you your gift a little early,” Harry whispered, his voice a low hiss. “I can’t wait,” Hermione murmured, wriggling her cute little butt entrancingly. Her reward for cheekiness was not too late in coming. SMACK. “Oh, fuck!” Hermione groaned, her body jerking forward as the leather bit of the crop was brought down on her firm ass. An angry red welt formed on her creamy skin, the girl’s entire body quivering with excitement. “Who does this ass belong to, Miss Granger?” Harry whispered, tracing the gentle curve of her pert cheeks with the crop. “You, sir!” Hermione braced for the next blow, reminding herself to stay relaxed. I wonder if he knows how much it turns me on when he spanks me, she thought, her toes curling with anticipation. SMACK. Harry brought the crop down on her other cheek, the delicious bite of the leather bit feeling heavenly. “Shit! I really needed this,” Hermione sobbed, a lone tear leaking out of her eye and making a black trail down her cheek. “This was a stressful week,” she breathed, the steel chains securing her arms jangling quietly as her hands twisted to grab them. Harry stayed silent. He rarely spoke during their sessions, and when he did, it was usually to issue orders. Orders which she obeyed without question or hesitation. She blushed when he pushed the crop between her spread legs, the leather bit resting flat against her slick slit. Her eyes widened under the blindfold at the slow, deliberate way in which he rotated the crop, slowly gathering up the arousal dripping out of her needy pussy. Well, if he didn’t know how much it turned me on before, he certainly does now. Harry slowly circled his bound lover, her nose catching a whiff of her cum as he pressed the soaked bit against her lips. “Lick,” he ordered quietly. Hermione obediently darted her tongue out, using it to clean the smooth black leather of her tangy arousal. “What’s my gift?” she asked with a lazy grin, making a big show of swallowing. SMACK! “Ow!” Hermione groaned, her knees buckling as the crop collided with her pussy. “What was that for?” She asked cheekily, enjoying that with him, she no longer had to be the serious, responsible friend. Not anymore. No. I’m a bratty goddess, Hermione thought, her arms burning due to the pressure of having to hold up her entire body. Their first few explorations and encounters had been shy, hurried affairs, but with every passing day, his happiness (and her confidence) grew leaps and bounds. There was a darkness in the Boy-Who-Lived, and the smartest witch of their generation wanted it all. Now, it was rare for her to leave before dawn, his cum usually leaking out of her sore and aching pussy, her entire body covered with bruises and hickeys. Harry chuckled, trailing the crop over the creamy skin of her flat belly until it pushed under the curve of her firm breast, gently lifting the heavy mound. “You need to stop wearing such a loose uniform,” Harry teased, and she could almost imagine his cock twitching as he said that. Harry’s such a boob man, she thought with an internal grin, unable to believe she'd actually thought that. Fuck that. She liked it when he acted like she was the sexiest woman in the world. SMACK! “Sir, PLEASE!” Hermione begged with a shrill shriek as he brought the crop down on her erect nipple, the stiff rosy peak turning into a flashpoint of searing pain. “Will you ever talk back to me, Miss Granger?” Harry whispered, running the stiff leather over her throbbing nub. Hermione had collapsed to the ground, her arms stretched uncomfortably as the chains reached their maximum length and struggled to keep her upright. “No, sir,” Hermione croaked out in between sobs, her cheeks coated with thick trails of mascara running down her rosy cheeks. Harry clicked his fingers, releasing the cuffs around her wrists and those around her ankles, letting her drop onto the thick rug that covered the floor. She stayed still, waiting for his instructions despite her mind screaming at her to massage her burning wrists. Obedience. Duty. Love. Harry pulled a low stool towards her, gently grabbing her slender arm and draping her over it. Perfect height for all my holes to be accessible to him, she thought dimly, both ends of her body dangling over the ottoman as her torso gently sank into the soft cushion. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” Harry said casually, pushing his hand into her thick brown hair and roughly pulling her locks free from the messy bun. Hermione’s heart sank. “D-did I do something wrong, sir?” She whispered, close to tears again. Except this time they weren’t the fun kind. “I… I can tone down the cheekiness. I thought you liked it when I was bratty,” she mumbled. “I love it when you’re my bratty kitten, Mione,” Harry growled, snapping a leather collar around her neck and securing it in a second, almost like he had preplanned the entire thing. “I don’t want to do this ‘Friends With Rewards’ thing anymore,” he growled, grabbing her large breast. His fingers began kneading her firm flesh, drawing out a quiet moan from her. “B-benefits. F-friends with… benefits,” Hermione stuttered, whimpering at how good the rough massage felt. “Whatever. I don’t like the way McLaggen looks at you. I hate Ron acting like he doesn’t have to put in an effort and treat you like a woman because you have no other options. You’re mine,” he hissed, grinding his large erection against her ass. Hermione’s heart skipped a beat at the tone of his voice. His?! “Is that a… collar?” she whispered, unable to stop her hands from moving up. Her fingers ran over the soft leather, a silly grin on her face. “It is. It has a pendant that says Harry Potter’s Princess. There’s no one else for me, Mione. It’s always been you,” Harry murmured, gently pinching her stinging nipple. He twisted the nub, touching and fucking her like he knew her body even better than she knew it herself. And perhaps he did. I am yours. “Oh… sir,” Hermione whispered with a breathy moan, tears of a third and very different kind now threatening to spill from her eyes. “I-” Her words were interrupted by him taking advantage of her open mouth and shoving a twitching, enchanted dildo inside it. The huge black dildo, which was almost as big as his own cock was one of the many marvelous gifts the room had bestowed upon the kinky couple. Hermione swirled her tongue around the shaft as he pushed the dildo’s length down her throat, lazily tracing the realistic veins etched onto the skin-like material. “Now, don’t you go ruining the mood with your sentimentality, Miss Granger,” Harry said coldly. Oh my. Master’s in a mood, Hermione thought giddily. She wondered what else he had in store for her. She didn’t have to wait too long. He pushed her back down on the stool, his hands grabbing her round ass. One of his hands spread her firm cheeks, the other moved to grab an open vial of sky-blue potion from the table he had already prepared next to their play area. “I-Ohhh! H-Harry?!” Hermione squealed from around the toy filling her mouth, her eyes going wide under the blindfold at the cold liquid dribbling down her puckered hole. SMACK! He brought the hand pushing her ass apart on her right cheek as hard as he could. “I’MH SHORRY!” Hermione squealed. “I’mh shorry, shir!” “This room truly is wonderful,” Harry murmured, waiting a minute before he picked up a dildo identical to the one that was currently occupying his lover’s mouth. “That was a potion that not only acts as a highly effective lube, but also numbs your ass. So you won’t feel the dildo that’s about to take your anal virginity tonight, Miss Granger,” Harry teased, pushing the toy in her ass, firmly overcoming any resistance her poor walls managed to offer. His words weren’t lost on her. She wouldn’t feel it ‘tonight’. Oh, I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow. A desperate groan escaped her already parted lips. While she couldn’t feel the burn that surely accompanied her bowel walls stretching around the massive dildo, the pressure was still there and when he buried the toy up to its hilt inside her, she felt a fullness in her belly nothing like anything she had ever felt before. “Phlease,” Hermione begged, drooling uncontrollably around the cock in her mouth. The saliva trickled down her to her chin before dripping into the large pool forming below her. She knew exactly what he had planned now, and she wasn’t sure she would survive her last remaining hole being stuffed as well. “Hush, little princess. You want the night you were collared to be one you’d never forget, don’t you?” Harry whispered, picking up a butterfly vibrator. She couldn’t really fault his logic. She did want it to be memorable, and there was no way in hell she’d ever forget something like this. “Hands,” Harry ordered, patting her back. He expertly clipped the vibrator to her clit and casually flicked it to its maximum intensity. Her hips bucked at the sudden assault on her sensitive nub. “SHIT,” she screamed, a tiny amount of cum squirting out of her and drenching his waiting cock. “Hands, darling. Don’t make me have to ask a third time,” Harry warned, playfully swatting her ass. Hermione pulled her trembling arms behind her back, letting him cuff her wrists once more. Harry lined his tip up against her slick slit, happier than he had been in a long, long time. “You’re mine, Miss Granger. Do you understand that?” Harry whispered, sinking into the welcoming warmth of her pussy. Her already overstimulated walls fluttered around his throbbing shaft and he had to take a moment to pause and compose himself when he was not even halfway inside her. “Mhm!” Hermione nodded as best she could, the movement of her head causing the band around her neck to apply pressure to her skin that felt absolutely heavenly. It was like she could feel his hand, his presence around her neck all the time. Choking her, claiming her, reminding her that she was his and his alone. Harry Potter’s Princess. “Fuck. How are you still so tight?” Harry teased, playfully swatting her ass as he sheathed himself inside her aching core. He clicked his fingers and the dildos began to pump in and out of her mouth and ass, slowly at first but rapidly picking up pace. Hermione could do nothing more than moan and drool around the cock pistoning in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat with clinical precision. Her eyes went wide as it began to dribble cum onto her lips and she realized just how much planning her lover had done for the night. “I’m just going to… savor myself,” Harry hissed, lazily rocking his hips, matching the slow thrusts of the dildo fucking her ass. It had started to cum as well, filling her belly up with seed even as it stretched her tight hole with every push. “It’s not like we’re in a hurry,” he murmured, playfully spanking her ass before moving to adjust the butterfly vibrator on her clit. “Unghhhh… AH! SHIR!” Hermione whined at the sudden increase in the intensity of the vibrations, her drool flying around, thick trails coating her face from her forehead to her chin. “I love you, babygirl,” Harry grunted, his pupils blown with lust. She believed him. I love you too, Hermione thought with a desperate moan, her fingers clutching and grabbing air in a futile attempt to push herself over the edge. Harry grabbed her shoulder for leverage, his fingers sinking into her soft skin and leaving bruises in their wake. She bruised as easily as she tanned, and she knew he loved that about her. “Hermione Granger… Will you be my…” Harry labored for breath, grunting out the words. The potion he had taken had the unfortunate side-effect of making himself hypersensitive, and he could feel every scrape of her fluttering walls against his throbbing shaft. “Girlfriend and submissive?” He choked out, desperately pumping in and out of her. The dildo in her ass changed speed to match his pace, magically enchanted to stay in time with him. They both pushed inside her at the same time as the cock in her mouth, stuffing all her holes at the exact same time. Again and again, they repeated their cycle, driving the already overstimulated poor girl insane. “Y-yesh!” Hermione cried out in a moment of lucidity. The saliva leaking out of her mouth now intermingled with cum, the mixture flying around and covering her entire face and neck. Her backside was no better, the cum leaking out of her poor ass trickling down her arched back and slowly forming a pool by her hands. Harry groaned and snapped his fingers, the dildo in her mouth pulling out and falling to the floor with a quiet THUD. “YES!” Hermione shrieked after swallowing the last load of cum in her mouth. “YES! YES! YES! Claim me!” she moaned, writhing in pure ecstasy. She was done denying her feelings for Harry Potter. He was her boyfriend. He was her dominant. He was her everything. “Cum for me, princess,” Harry whispered, groaning quietly as his sensitive tip brushed against her velvet walls, the tightening of his balls heralding his own rapidly approaching orgasm. “Ah! So close!” Hermione moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head under the blindfold. “That’s it, darling. All that stress in your body… why don’t you let go? Let me take care of you,” Harry cooed, raising his free hand and bringing it down on her ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He spanked her firm cheeks in quick succession, drawing a strangled moan from her throat. Pain and pleasure no longer held any distinction. She was floating away on a cloud, a silly smile on her face as she came undone. “OH, GOD!” Hermione screamed. “I love you, sir!” She squirted all around the shaft pistoning in and out of her, her walls clamping down on his dick in a vice-like grip. She wanted his seed, and she would have it. “F-fuck! Kitten,” Harry groaned, swaying slightly as his orgasm hit, his own brain completely oblivious to everything except the overwhelming pleasure consuming it. He painted her walls with his cum, grinning as he didn’t stop even after he had filled her up, a thick trickle of white seed leaking out of her slit. Harry pulled out of her overflowing pussy, grabbing his cock at the base and angling it up to coat her back, arms, and hands with his cum. “I… How?!” Hermione squealed hoarsely, her numb brain registering that he was still cumming only after her entire back was painted with massive blobs and trails of his seed. He turned her limp body onto her back after pulling the dildo out of her ass. He tossed the now quiescent dildo onto the floor before grabbing his still-twitching cock, giving her boobs and belly the same treatment as her back. “Well,” Harry gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He had a massive smile on his face, extremely pleased with how the night had turned out. “If I made you take a potion, darling, it was only right I took one too. I accidentally walked in on Seamus jacking off to a Japanese magazine a few days ago. It was… horrifying for all involved, but the picture he had opened it to gave me an idea,” Harry murmured, reaching out to pull the blindfold away from her eyes. She looked at him through half-lidded lashes and his half-erect cock twitched at the sultry look. “You’re insatiable,” Harry grumbled, collapsing onto the thick rug in a heap, his legs no longer holding the strength to support him. He clicked his fingers and the cuffs fell off her wrists. “Well, girls tend to be like that when the love of their life asks them to be their submissive, sir,” Hermione teased, gently massaging her sore wrists. “And their girlfriend.” “You think I’m just going to stop at girlfriend?” Hermione asked cheekily. “What then?” “Well, Hermione Jean Potter has a nice ring to it,” Hermione mumbled, spreading her aching legs with a sigh. “Well, wife, what’s on the agenda?” “Nothing for tonight,” Hermione replied after pretending to think. “It’s going to take me all night just to clean my body.” “We could take a shower.” “Absolutely not. That would be breaking the rules,” Hermione replied. She gathered some cum off her breast on a finger and popped it into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue. “We don’t have any rules,” Harry shot back with an amused grin. “We do now. All of master’s cum should end up in my belly, either from below or above,” Hermione declared. She smeared her palm with the seed covering her breasts, making sure he could see her lick it clean. Harry shook his head and grabbed one of her soles, gently massaging her feet. He had a massive smile on his face, feeling happy in a way he hadn’t since Cedric’s death. Dark Lords, Evil Toads, and annoying Ferrets notwithstanding, he would be alright, Harry decided. As long as he had his beautiful kitten by his side. AU where Hogwarts starts at 15! This was a Patron voted story and I had a blast writing it. I post 2-3 short stories every month there in addition to my longer stories! Limited spots for commissions, check out my profile for more details. If you'd like to read the other stories, vote on what I write next or make your own requests, consider signing up! My Patreon!

Chapter 2 - Mayhem

The Burrow: “Harry Potter. Hero of Magical Britain since he was a baby. And here you are, having saved the world again,” Fleur murmured, carefully dabbing dittany on the many scratches on his arm. After exchanging pleasantries, her mild-mannered father and statuesque mother had left to retrieve their other daughter from a friend’s tent, leaving them alone in the one the Delacours had rented. It was similar in size and layout to the one Mr. Weasley had gotten for them, with the only differences that Harry could discern being the color of the furniture and the overabundance of books. Harry playfully rolled his eyes. He’d heard that a thousand times before, but he didn’t quite mind it when Fleur said it. Perhaps it was because her voice was devoid of any hero worship. If anything, it carried a teasing lilt that let him know that she didn’t think of him as some untouchable hero. Just a man who was prone to brash actions. “What will you do when I’m not around to patch you up, hero?” Fleur asked teasingly. “You did say I’d see more of you this year. So I guess that’s next year’s problem,” Harry shot back with a grin. “I suppose taking care of you shall be good practice for my future career.” “You want to be a healer?” “That is the plan.” Fleur smiled, securing the last bandage around his wrist. “Now remember, you can’t take the bandages off or let them get wet for six hours. The dittany needs to act,” she said sternly. “Are you always this bossy?” Fleur dipped a piece of cotton in the dittany, leaning closer to take care of the cut on his forehead. “Only with people I care about.” Harry forced his eyes to focus on her face and not her chest, which was now pressing against his. “I thought I was a silly little man,” he murmured, echoing the words she had used to introduce him to her parents. Fleur smirked. “You are, Harry Potter. But you’re also kind and brave, and you stood up for a Veela’s rights when you had no reason to. Very few men do that.” She bent, her lips inches from his- A loud snore woke him up. He bolted upright in his bed, his heart hammering in his chest. He took a deep breath, turning to look at his best friend sprawled all over the bed next to his, snoring loudly as he mumbled something about the Chudley Canons. Just a dream. It was more than a dream. It was a memory, but distorted. Fleur had taken him back to her tent and patched him up. There had been teasing and he could have sworn, flirting. Unfortunately, her parents had never left the tent and she definitely hadn’t tried to kiss him. As far as dreams went, however, it had been one of the more pleasant ones he’d had. He swore silently at Ron and his inability to sleep silently. Given that his dreams all summer had mostly consisted of malformed creatures and unearthly shrieks… Damnit! He plopped down on the pillow and closed his eyes, willing his brain to return him to his new friend’s teasing smile and enchanting eyes. He gave up after five minutes of trying, realizing that luck, as usual, wasn’t on his side. He silently slipped out of bed and walked over to his desk, ignoring the temptation to give his best friend a nice, hard kick up the backside. He picked up the unfinished letter from the rough oak, slipping into his chair and scanning the words he’d penned before dinner. Dear Fleur,                 Harry paused. The words he’d written after that sounded far too formal for a letter like this. Just crack on, he advised himself. It wasn’t as if he was writing a letter to Professor McGonagall. He scratched out the paragraph of flowery prose, dipping his quill into the inkpot so he could start anew. I got your letter. I’m glad to hear you and your family got back to France safe and sound. As for me, Mr. Weasley woke us up at four in the morning and we took one of the first portkeys away from the stadium. Nobody wanted to stick around after what had happened, and I don’t blame them. I don’t see much of Mr. Weasley these days. The Ministry is in an uproar after Skeeter’s article and he says it's all hands on deck. He leaves before dawn and never returns before midnight. The article your father made the Prophet publish certainly had the desired effect. Mr. Weasley tells me Madame Bones summoned Crouch before a closed session of Wizengamot and publicly raked him over metaphorical coals. Good, I say. That man needs to be knocked down a peg or two. They’re keeping his house elf’s involvement under wraps for now. I think Fudge just wants to avoid further embarrassment. Harry glanced at his asleep friend and then turned his attention to the open window. The full moon shone upon the silent field behind the Burrow, the gentle gust of air blowing into the room inviting him to grab his broom and taste freedom. He shook his head. If Mrs. Weasley caught him there would be hell to pay, besides, he had a letter to finish. He dipped his quill into the pot and continued. Mrs. Weasley was considerably less understanding about everything than her husband. She thinks they were targeting me specifically, and that there are assassins hiding behind every corner and every bush simply waiting for me to emerge from the house so they can finish the job. She didn’t even let us go to Diagon Alley with her to shop for our school supplies! I can’t wait to board the Hogwarts Express tomorrow. As much as I love the Burrow and Mrs. Weasley’s cooking, staying cooped up in the house is driving me crazy. I miss Hogwarts and I miss Quidditch. I still don’t know how we’ll meet again this year. Unless you’re transferring to Hogwarts? Whatever the reason, I miss you and can’t wait to talk to you again. Yours, Harry. Harry carefully enclosed the letter in an envelope and tied it to Hedwig’s leg. He took a second to run his fingers through her soft, white feathers, the owl hooting happily. “Delacour Mansion,” he whispered, smiling when Hedwig tilted her head. He wasn’t worried about her making such a long journey. She had frequently carried his letters to Sirius over the summer, and given his cryptic description of warm, sunny beaches, Harry had a sneaking suspicion his godfather was living his best life in the South of France. If Hedwig could make that journey, she could certainly fly to a house on the outskirts of Paris. He carried her to the window, watching as she flapped her wings and soared up into the air, gliding on the currents and letting them carry her south. He watched her turn into a speck in the night sky before returning to his bed. Harry flopped down on the mattress, slowly pulling his blanket over his head to drown out Ron’s snoring. He closed his eyes, fervently hoping to return to the pleasant dreamscape he had been enjoying before he’d been rudely awakened. Ten minutes passed and both sleep and Fleur’s visage eluded him. Damnit! Delacour Mansion: “Well, this is a sight for sore eyes,” Apolline Delacour walked into the bedroom, her eyebrows raised. Both her daughters were already awake. “I usually have to drag you two out of bed. Excited about the new school year, my dear?” she asked, smiling at Fleur. “She’s more excited about the letter she just got,” Gabrielle giggled. “Harry Potter wrote back to her.” The tiny girl twisted to avoid the pillow flung in her direction, humming happily as she hopped off the bed and walked over to Hedwig. The snowy owl was perched on top of Fleur’s desk, silently surveying the scene in front of her. She was acting in a most dignified fashion, almost as if she knew Harry would want her to make a good impression. “She’s read the letter three times now,” Gabrielle said in a sing-song voice, a huge grin on her face as she retrieved the box of owl treats from a drawer. She offered one to Hedwig, who carefully plucked it out of her fingers. “That is why you make us take those calligraphy classes during summer, right maman?” Fleur said, sinking into her pillows and pulling her blanket over her head to hide her pink cheeks. “So that people don’t have to read our letters three times to decipher the chicken scrawl.” “I think Harry’s handwriting is quite legible,” Apolline murmured, picking up the envelope from the desk and studying the name etched on it in neat cursive. “Fleur Delacour. Huh. Would you look at that daughter, I got it in a single try!” she teased. “His letter contained concerning news, mama!” Fleur replied hotly from under the blanket. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything.” “Concerning news?” “Yes, mama.” Gabrielle grinned. “He misses her and can’t wait to see her again,” she cooed, making smooching sounds. Fleur shot upright, pushing the blanket away from her face and glaring at her sister. Gabrielle stared back with a smirk, completely unfazed by Fleur’s silent threat to murder her. “He was such a polite young man.” “And the eyes,” Gabrielle added dreamily. “Mother! Not you too,” Fleur whined. “He is just a friend. That is all. I do not date anyone, remember?” “You know, darling, your father was ‘just a friend’, once upon a time,” Apolline replied with a chuckle. “I had promised myself I wouldn’t be one of those Veela. I wouldn’t be the Veela that went and fell in love with a human male.” “What changed?” Gabrielle asked. “Well.” Apolline paused for dramatic effect. “We were in school together and oh, your father, he was a persistent man. He wrote me a letter. Then another. And then some more,” she murmured with a smirk. “Before I knew it I was accepting roses and dancing under the stars with the charming devil. Sometimes it all starts with a simple letter.” “I’m hungry,” Fleur muttered, trying to change the subject. “Maman, we don’t want to be late for the carriage. I’m going to get ready and meet you downstairs for breakfast.” Fleur carefully folded the letter and placed it in the magically locked upper drawer of her nightstand. “Can you make sure it’s a full English breakfast? She might as well start getting used to her boyfriend’s cuisine,” Gabrielle cackled, nimbly dodging out of the way of another flung pillow. Apolline shook her head at her daughter’s antics, a small smile on her face. She extended her arms, letting Fleur melt into the hug. “Whatever you do, my dear, promise me you’ll follow your heart.” “Yes, Mother,” Fleur mumbled, her blush deepening. It wasn’t like she had a crush on Harry Potter. She couldn’t have a crush on him. She had decided a long time ago that men weren’t worthy of her time or attention. And no amount of enchanting eyes or sweet letters would change her mind. “I want you downstairs in half an hour. Come on, Gabrielle.” “But-” “Gabrielle,” Apolline said sternly, causing her younger daughter to pout and reluctantly follow her mother out of the room. Fleur waited for them to leave before making her way to her desk. She pulled out her self-inking quill and a roll of parchment, the quill hovering inches from the aged paper as she thought about her reply. Dear Harry, Mrs. Weasley sounds like a wise woman. Perhaps you should listen to her. What if there are assassins waiting for you? I’m sure you’ll lead them on a merry chase, but I won’t be around to rescue you nor will I be able to patch up the numerous wounds you’ll surely suffer because of your ‘silly’ actions. Best then to stay cooped up in the house. She paused. Could she tell him she missed him? She slowly put the quill back down on the parchment, deciding to follow her mother’s advice and speak from the heart. I miss you too. It will be some time before we see each other again, but I would love it if you wrote to me. Tell me about your friends. It feels strange I have seen you without your pants but know nothing more about you than your name. Fleur cursed under her breath. Did she have to mention the pants? The only reason she had asked him to take them off was so she could take care of the wounds on his knees and thighs and she had given him a towel to wrap around his waist. Still, it had been a strangely intimate moment with a man she had just met. I’ll do much worse when I’m a healer, she reminded herself. True, but you won’t exchange letters with all your patients. Remember, it all starts with a letterrrrr, Gabrielle’s sing-song voice had wormed its way into her mind, a rather unfortunate development. Shut up, Fleur told the voice grumpily. Her sister was a romantic. She, on the other hand, knew she had no future with Harry Potter. They’d have a torrid romance. A beautiful wedding and an amazing honeymoon. But then he’d grow tired of the constant stares and all the men acting like a married woman would happily sleep with them just because she was a Veela. Not to mention all the snide remarks about the pedigree of their children. He probably wanted a normal wife, something she could never be. In the end, they’d both end up making each other miserable. No, it was best not to willingly walk down a path of self-destruction. Best to just remain friends with the one man who didn’t want to hump her on sight. I cannot wait to return to school either. I love my sister, but spending the entire summer with only her for company is a punishment I wouldn’t inflict on anyone. Tell me more about Hogwarts, so I know what to expect. Is it terribly cold? Should I pack all my warm clothes? Yours, Fleur. She folded the letter and pushed it into an envelope. “You must be tired, yes?” Fleur cooed, gently petting Hedwig. Hedwig hooted in response, leaning into the girl’s touch. “I bet you are. There’s some water and food-” Fleur pointed to the empty owl cage, her own owl out delivering a letter to her grandmother. “I’ll tie the letter to your foot, but you don’t have to leave right away. You can go once you’ve rested,” Fleur murmured, securing the letter to Hedwig’s foot. “Remember to deliver this only to Harry.” Hedwig hooted in indignation, appearing offended that Fleur would even think that she’d do anything but that. Fleur smiled apologetically. “I am sorry. I’m not used to… this.” She gestured vaguely in the air. “Thank you.” She padded over to the bathroom and slowly stripped off her clothes, sighing softly as she stepped into the steaming water. “Gabrielle, you absolute brat,” Fleur muttered as she grabbed the bottle of shampoo. Her sister had shoved some rather unladylike thoughts in her head with her incessant teasing. Thoughts that refused to go away, no matter how hard she tried. Fleur closed her eyes as she massaged the shampoo into her scalp, trying her best not to imagine what it would feel like to have Harry Potter’s lips feverishly exploring every inch of her naked body. The Burrow: “You understand then, what must be done?” The man standing in front of the crib bowed, his eyes shining with manic devotion. “What you did at the World Cup… it was foolish,” the voice hissed. “Admirable, but foolish. We cannot risk showing our hand too early. We must work in the shadows to gather our strength until I am returned to my true form. Even those incompetent idiots at the Ministry can crush us if we’re not too careful.” “Yes, master. I simply wanted those… those posers! Degenerates! Traitors!” The man spat the words out like it was physically hurting him to even think of the people he was talking about. “I wanted them to know you have not forgotten. And you will not forgive,” he growled, running a hand through his messy hair. “All in good time, my child. For now, you must do exactly what I’ve asked you to do. It pains me to send you away, but Wormtail…” The voice paused, as if gathering up his strength. “WORMTAIL!” It screeched. “Where are you, you useless lump of flesh? It’s time to feed Nagini.” The creature turned its attention back to the man standing in front of its tiny bed. “Wormtail cannot be trusted. Not with this.” “I will not let you down, master,” the man vowed. “Good. Now, before you go, I want you to remind Wormtail of the consequences of incompetence.” The man nodded grimly and left. “Sooooooon,” the voice hissed. Harry woke up in a cold sweat, his panicked eyes roving around the room until they settled on Hermione looming over him, a worried expression on her face. “Harry! Are you alright?” “Y-yes,” Harry muttered, turning to retrieve his glasses from the nightstand. The man from his dreams had looked familiar, but try as he might, he couldn’t conjure his face up in his mind. “I was shouting your name for a good five minutes,” Hermione said skeptically. “Sorry. Just a nightmare,” Harry mumbled, massaging his throbbing temples. “Another one? You should talk to someone about it!” “I’ve written to Sirius. I’m just waiting for his reply,” Harry replied, reluctantly climbing out of bed. “Alright.” Hermione didn’t sound convinced, but knew better than to keep pushing. “You better get ready. It’s chaos downstairs.” “Give me ten. We won’t miss the train, right?” He remembered his wild journey to Hogwarts at the start of their Second year. He was NOT keen to relive the experience. “As long as Fred and George don’t blow up the house, I don’t see why we will, even with all the madness.” Hermione patted his arm, giving him a small smile before she left. Harry looked at his bed, then at Ron’s empty one. He groaned quietly. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have Fleur back in his dreams again! I am going to have a lot of fun writing this solo Harry/Fleur story. This Flowerpot saga will be unlike most other stories involving Harry and Fleur as I am going to try and write a slow burn for this one.  If you'd like to read future chapters, vote on what I write next or make your own requests, consider signing up to My Patreon!

Chapter 1 - Quagmire

Harry ran. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been running for, or where he’d been running towards. All he knew was that he’d lost his wand in the scuffle after the World Cup Final, been separated from his friends, and was now being chased by two drunk men in dark hoods. Mr. Weasley had asserted that the men assaulting the poor Roberts family had simply been drunk hooligans, a sad group trying to relive their glory days. Harry and Hermione, both of whom knew about the existence and escape of Pettigrew, thought differently. Their raucous bellows and indiscriminate hexes into the panicked crowds had not felt like mourning. No. They were celebrating. They’d left to find a quiet spot while the Ministry dealt with the men. Only for Ron to become enraptured by two Veela holding court next to a quiet stream. In the scuffle to pull him free of the crowd surrounding the women he’d been separated from his idiot best friend, Hermione, and the Twins. To compound his already piss-poor luck, the next people he ran into were the two idiots he’d ‘affectionately’ named Idiots One and Two. They seemed to have splintered away from the main group in search of victims of their own and without a wand he was helpless. Having seen what they’d done to Muggles and having no desire to find out what they’d do if they got their hands on the Boy-Who-Lived, he had kicked Idiot Two in the shin and ran. He pushed through the thick bushes, unable to see more than a few feet in front of him due to the darkness and the dense undergrowth. He could hear their voices grow fainter and fainter but he kept his head down, hoping to minimize the chances of the spells they were shooting in his vague direction making contact with him. After a few minutes of silence, he heaved a sigh of relief and straightened, only to immediately trip over someone and land headfirst into the wet soil. He turned toward the person with wide eyes, only for a dainty hand to be pressed over his mouth before he could say a word. Serious electric blue eyes peered at him. A Veela?! The aura was familiar. He felt the same warmth wash over him, a sense of hope and power filling every fiber of his body. He studied the girl who had her hand clamped over his mouth. She held a lit wand in her other hand, not that she needed it. Her platinum blonde hair shone faintly in the dark like a piece of the moon itself had been plucked from the heavens to craft every strand. Her high cheekbones and flawless jawline only completed the image of perfection. He couldn’t see the rest of her body, but it did not matter. He doubted her figure harbored a single imperfection. “If I remove my hand, monsieur, you will not scream. Oui?” she asked quietly in heavily accented English. How she knew to use English, he did not know. Harry nodded. The girl slowly pulled back her hand, keeping her wand pointed squarely at Harry’s chest. Not that he blamed her. It was a smart move. He was dealing with a smart witch, someone more than capable of defending herself. “My name is Fleur Delacour.” “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Harry blurted before he could help himself. He immediately turned red, his blush only deepening at Fleur’s musical chuckle. “I am flattered, monsieur, but I do not even know your name,” Fleur murmured with an amused smile. “Sorry. I’ve been getting better at resisting the Allure. That was… embarrassing,” Harry mumbled, suddenly wishing he was back with Idiots One and Two. “Can we start over please?” Fleur laughed. “Yes.” She extended her free hand. “My name is Fleur Delacour.” Harry raised his hand to grasp hers, shaking it lightly. “Harry. Harry Potter.” Fleur’s eyes narrowed and she leaned closer, gently pushing aside the fringe of his hair that covered the scar with her wand. “You are Harry Potter,” she breathed, sounding surprised. “You had your doubts?” “Men pretend to be many things they are not around me, Harry Potter.” “Just Harry is fine. And if I’m pretending, I’d rather be anyone but myself if I’m being honest. But you have a point. My best friend is probably still posing as the owner of the Chudley Canons to impress your kin. Although why he thinks pretending to own the worst team in the league will impress them… I do not know. Maybe he’s hoping for pity sex,” Harry said, smirking. Fleur laughed. She finally lowered her wand, using their enjoined hands to help Harry sit. “Veela are not known to be charitable in matters of love. It is our biology. We only choose mates strong enough to withstand us at our best… and at our worst.” “Hey, you’re selling Ron short. The man was willing to plunge to his death for the Bulgarian cheerleaders. My best friend is strong. Stupid, but strong.” Fleur’s lips quirked. “You are funny, Harry.” “One of my lesser appreciated qualities.” “What brings you here?” “The World Cup Final,” Harry said, completely serious. Fleur snorted. Her new acquaintance was being a smartass, which was a refreshing change of pace from the usual slobbering and telling her what they thought she’d want to hear. “Uh, when the riot started-” Harry slowly pushed himself back until he was leaning against the tree opposite hers. “My friend’s father told us to find a quiet spot. I got separated from my friends and lost my wand. Then I ran into two idiots in dark robes and since I didn’t want to participate in whatever they had planned for the Boy-Who-Lived, I kicked one of them in the shins and ran in the opposite direction as fast as I could.” “Next time, go for their balls.” Harry chortled. “Why’re you here?” “I got separated from my maman and sister. I was pursued by a man just like the ones after you, but I fear he would have done much worse than just kill me.” “You have a wand, why’d you run?” “You don’t fight at a disadvantage, Harry,” Fleur said. Despite the fact that she was stating the obvious, she wasn’t condescending. She said it matter-of-factly, like it was wisdom she thought the younger man needed to know. “I didn’t know how many of his friends were lurking around. It could have been a trap.” “What do we do now?” “We sit here and we wait for your Ministry to capture all the rioters.” Harry nodded. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, studying the tiny sapling between them. Despite the easy flow of conversation, Harry couldn’t help but notice Fleur’s expression had stayed guarded and that she had carefully steered the conversation away from any personal details about herself. CRACK. Harry snapped his head, straining his eyes in the darkness. His attempts to make out who had stepped on the twig were futile. “Nox,” Fleur whispered. She tightened her hold on her wand, crawling over to him. “This is where he ran?” A voice growled. “Yeah, man.” “And it was him?” “Why do you keep asking us that?” “Three?” Harry turned to Fleur, who nodded. Those were three distinct voices. “Crucio,” the voice that seemed to be in charge said coldly. There was a flash of red a few paces from them, followed by an unearthly scream. “Because you drunk incompetent fuckwits let Harry fucking Potter escape. Imagine the fun we could have had before those idiots got their act together. Now come on! He couldn’t have gone far.” “It’s him,” Fleur whispered, as pale as a ghost. “I recognize his voice.” Harry racked his brain for a plan. Two against three weren’t good odds to begin with, but him being wandless meant he was useful only as a target. As a target. “I’m going to run out there and show myself.” Fleur looked at him like he was insane. “Why?!” she hissed, her eyes narrowed. “They’re after me. I’ll show myself and lead them away. That way you can go and get help.” “I have the wand. I should be the one leading them away.” “What if there are more of them out there? I’ll just end up being captured anyway. You have a better chance of getting help.” Harry took a deep breath. “Look, I spent the first fifteen years of my life running away from my cousin and his friends. When you know the alternative is a beating and getting your head dunked in the toilet, you get really good at it. I’ll be fine.” He grinned at her before standing. Before she could say anything else he began stomping his way over to the voices, making as much sound as he could. He didn’t have to go far to find them. They were in a small clearing just a few steps away from where he’d been hiding with Fleur. Idiot One was helping Two to his feet, the large burly man who seemed to have taken command glaring at both men. “Hello. I heard you were looking for me,” Harry waved. He ducked and ran the minute their attention was his, weaving through the trees as he avoided the jets of light shot in his direction. He kept running, ignoring the branches catching his shirt and pants and ripping the fabric in a million different places. He stumbled over more than one root, his right ankle throbbing by the time the edge of the forest was in sight. He was covered in scratches and cuts from head to toe but the bleeding was the least of his concern. He could hear their voices close behind him and he summoned up the last of his reserves to push through to the clearing, hoping against hope that he would run into someone of the not-evil variety. Except he wasn’t that lucky. He was never that lucky. He ran clear of the forest only to find himself on the banks of a wide river. He contemplated jumping into it, but the current was too strong and he wasn’t the best of swimmers. He turned to face the men pursuing him, a wry smile on his face. “Looks like you caught me. Although I have no idea why you were chasing me. Is it my Viktor Krum figurine?” He pulled out the doll from his pocket, desperate to buy time for Fleur. “I hear they’re selling like crazy on the gray market.” The burly man glared at him from under his hood. The other two were doubled over, wheezing and gasping for breath. “Harry Potter,” the man hissed, making a show of drawing his wand. “You know my name but I don’t know yours.” Harry wondered if he was supposed to be intimidated by the low growl and the menacing way the man was stomping toward him. We do not point out how silly the guy who wants to torture us looks, he reminded himself. The man looked like a villain straight out of the cartoons Dudley loved to watch when he was younger. “You’ve caused us a lot of trouble.” “Who is ‘us’? The Society of Unrepentant Creeps? Look man, I’m not saying you guys deserve it, but-” He was cut off by a flash of red light colliding with Idiot One’s back. The man slumped over and hit the dirt, the ground shaking with the weight of his body. His friend rushed over to him, only to be dropped by another flash of red light coming from a different direction. The burly man whirled around to face the new threat, presenting his back to Harry. His first mistake. The fact that he didn’t think to neutralize Harry before doing so? A critical error. Before he could shoot off a spell Harry pulled his uninjured foot back and brought it up between his parted legs, kicking his balls as hard as he could. The man’s eyes bulged in shock and he doubled over, howling in pain. A fireball sped from the treeline and collided with his left shoulder, lighting his robes on fire. Before Harry could finish the job another shout distracted him. “MORSMORDRE.” His eyes flickered over to the direction of the yell, before moving to the sudden green glow in the sky. He watched the skull form in the night sky in astonishment, his gaze fixated on the snake slithering out of its open mouth. “I do not need rescuing.” Fleur’s voice brought him back to reality. He looked around for his assailant, only to realize his momentary distraction had let him escape. The other two men still lay where they were, having been stunned by Fleur’s impeccable Stupefys. Harry turned his gaze to the girl’s determined face, frowning at the scowl she sported. “Fleur, the entire point of the exercise was that you rescue me, not the other way around. This was the only way to even the odds.” “So you did not run to sacrifice yourself? To impress me?” Harry raised an eyebrow. His expression clearly asked the girl, ‘Do you know how self-absorbed you sound right now?’ “I’m many things but I’m not suicidal. This was the best plan we had.” Fleur shrugged and gave him a shy smile. “I thought maybe the Allure-” “Doesn’t really affect me. Every time I run into a Veela I need a minute to adjust but after that, it’s just background noise. I’m talking to you like a normal person, aren’t I?” Harry asked, walking over to Idiot One. He bent and flipped their hood away, revealing a very familiar face. “Huh,” he murmured, studying a face that looked exactly like Crabbe’s. “I knew there was a reason I felt like I knew you.” “Do you know him too?” Fleur had knelt next to the other man, pushing away his hood to reveal Goyle’s father. “Yeah. Well, I know their children. They’re these two thugs in my school. Complete-” His words were drowned out by loud cracks followed by twenty different roars. “STUPEFY!” It was pure luck that they had been crouching, the stunning spells arcing harmlessly over their heads and disappearing into the forest and over the river. “Freeze!” Harry crawled over to Fleur and helped her to her feet, both their hands raised up in surrender. A man with a scraggly beard strode over to them, snatching the wand out of Fleur’s hand. “A Veela?! Why did you cast the spell?! Did this man help you? Answer me!” “Amos, wait!” Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Mr. Weasley’s voice. He could see sparks dancing along Fleur’s fingertips, and judging by the fireball she had used to scare off their unknown assailant, he knew she had no need for a wand to defend herself. And as much as he wanted to see Cedric’s vain father knocked down a few pegs, he doubted setting his beard on fire was the right way to go about it. “One of them is mine. Harry? What’re you doing here?” “Harry? Harry Potter?!” a short wizard squeaked. There was a murmur of excitement among the assembled witches and wizards. “Yeah. And this Veela.” Harry turned to glare at Amos Diggory. “Is the only reason I’m alive. We didn’t cast whatever that is if that’s what you were asking.” Harry gestured to the skull in the sky. “If you mean the stunning spells, yes, Fleur did cast those. But since they were hunting us for sport, I’d say it was more than justified.” “What’s your name girl?” Mr. Diggory asked, keeping her wand clutched in his hand. “Fleur Delacour,” Fleur replied haughtily, her voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. There was another murmur of excitement. Harry frowned. Was she famous too? It certainly sounded like everyone had recognized her name. “We heard a voice from there.” Harry pointed to the relevant part of the forest, eager to get Mr. Diggory away from Fleur before she incinerated him for his completely unwarranted hostility. “They’re lying. There was no one else here. Check all their wands.” Harry groaned. Mr. Crouch hobbled up to Amos, a look of pure fury on his face. “Come now Barty,” a witch wearing a long nightgown and with curlers in her hair said. “Are you seriously suggesting Harry Potter and the daughter of the new French Consul to Britain were responsible for this?” “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting!” Crouch roared, his mustache trembling. A vein throbbed angrily on his forehead, his entire face red. “A dark creature and a boy… a boy clearly tainted by the darkness. Check their wands!” “I do not consent,” Fleur said calmly. “Then you will have to accompany me back to the Ministry, miss.” “Look here Amos, Amelia is clearing up things at the main site. She’ll be here any minute. How about we let her handle this?” “My department, Arthur. She’s a magical creature.” “She’s a person!” Harry shouted, outraged at the way Diggory and Crouch were treating Fleur as less than human. “She’s a Veela.” “I do not consent,” Fleur said again, calmly reaching out to take Harry’s hand and squeeze it. Harry’s eyes flickered to her, surprised at how tranquil she suddenly was. “I’m the daughter of a Consul. You cannot test my wand and you certainly cannot arrest me. If you have a problem, take it up with my father.” “She has a point, Amos,” the witch pointed out. “You don’t want an international incident, especially with You Know What coming up.” “Oh, there will be an international incident, miss,” Fleur replied cheerfully. “My treatment will make every single paper tomorrow. What’s your name, sir?” Mr. Crouch looked like he wanted to throttle her. “Amos Diggory,” Mr. Diggory replied calmly. “Just doing my job, Miss Delacour.” “Harassing young girls is part of your job, Mr. Diggory?” “You are way out of line,” Crouch hissed, looming over Fleur menacingly. Fleur maintained the same placid smile on her face, turning to the enraged man. “And your name, sir?” She received no answer. “Barty Crouch Sr,” Harry said coldly, ignoring Mr. Weasley’s desperate silent pleas. He knew Mr. Crouch was a powerful figure in the Ministry, but he simply did not care. “Ironically the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.” “Thanks, Harry.” “We should search the area the kids pointed out,” Mr. Weasley said, desperate to diffuse the situation. “Whoever it was will be long gone,” the witch pointed out. “A lot of our spells ricocheted off into the woods. Maybe they were stunned? We should search the area,” a short portly wizard wearing a pinstriped suit over shorts said. “I’ll go!” “He’s hiding something,” Fleur whispered to Harry, the two watching Crouch practically run to the area they had pointed out. “No, he’s just an asshole,” Harry whispered back. Crouch didn’t return for ten minutes. Mr. Weasley and the witch exchanged worried glances, both of them deciding to go see what the matter was. “Barty?” Mr. Weasley called out when they reached the edge of the woodline. “I’m alright!” Mr. Crouch called out. All anger had seeped out of his voice and the man sounded strangely defeated. “Is that… is that an elf, Barty?” the witch asked as they chanced upon Crouch bent over a small creature. Harry and Fleur exchanged glances. “Yes,” Barty croaked, carrying Winky’s body out into the clearing. Mr. Weasley and the witch followed, worried frowns on their faces. “This is ridiculous. Elves can’t cast the spell. You need a wand for it,” Mr. Diggory said, shaking his head in disbelief. “She had one, Amos.” Mr. Weasley held up the wand he had found next to Winky’s body. “Hey!” Harry exclaimed. “That’s mine!” “So you are admitting to being the one to cast the spell!” Crouch roared. He looked around at the gathered faces desperately, like a drowning man clutching onto a liferaft. “What? No! I lost it,” “Calm down, Barty. We don’t even know if this was the wand that cast the spell. Your poor elf might just have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. She might have found the wand and maybe she was roaming around, trying to locate its owner.” “Test it,” Amos said grimly. Mr. Weasley sighed, pressing the tip of his wand against Harry’s. “Priori Incantatem,” he murmured, a surprised gasp rolling through the crowd as a miniature dark green skull and snake emerged from Harry’s wand. Mr. Crouch looked like he was about to explode. “We should revive the elf. Question her. Maybe she found something?” “Amos, do you mind giving me Miss Delacour’s wand?” Mr. Weasley said, holding out his hand. Mr. Diggory reluctantly passed him the wand. “Children, things are quiet in the camp again. Ron and Hermione are worried out of their minds, Harry. Fleur, I’m sure your parents will be glad to see you back too.” Mr. Weasley handed them their wands, clearly dismissing them. “What’ll happen to Winky?” “I don’t know, Harry. But I’ll make sure she’s treated fairly.” “Thank you. You are a good man, Mister-” “Weasley.” “Thank you, Mr. Weasley.” “My pleasure. Now go, before Barty loses his mind again and slaps some other charge on you two.” “You’ll take care of these two?” Harry gestured to the two stunned men. “I’ll drop them straight in Amelia’s hands. A stint in Azkaban would do them good. Now go.” Harry nodded, slowly turning around and following Fleur into the forest. “I told you he was hiding something.” “Winky? I met her before the match. She looked scared of her own shadow. It wasn’t her, Fleur. Something is wrong.” “Perhaps we shall find out.” “We?” Fleur chuckled. “You do not know?” “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” “We shall meet each other again this year, Harry Potter. For now, let me take you to my tent and heal your wounds. I can’t leave the man I rescued in such poor condition,” Fleur smirked. “If I rescue a man, I do it properly.” Harry shook his head. His new friend was a strange woman. Simultaneously flirtatious and introverted, courageous but gentle, a creature of passion and a woman of tranquility. He’d never met anyone quite like her. “Lead the way.” AU where Hogwarts starts at 14! This was a Patron requested story and I had a blast writing it. I post 2-3 short stories every month there in addition to my longer stories like this one! Check out my Profile if you want me to write something specific. 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Chapter 2 - Stasis

Content Warnings: Discreet Public Play, Exhibitionism, Teasing, Cum Play, BJs, Denial. She lasted nearly the full hour without a single incident. Once she got over the original shock of what she was doing, it was the simple matter of kneeling silently on a carpet softer than the mattress on her bed in the dingy apartment she shared with Ginny. She was trying her damnedest not to purr as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair while he worked. “I can feel you thinking, Miss Granger.” The slightly amused, self-assured tone of the man’s voice sent a shiver down her spine. This was someone who knew exactly what he wanted and was not afraid to go after it. She turned to look at him with big brown eyes, feeling like a deer caught in a car’s headlights. “Are you a Legilimens, sir?” she asked, nervously licking her chapped lips. Does he know how embarrassingly horny his little game is making me? She glanced at the thin trickle of her arousal hanging from her virgin pussy, then at the tiny damp spot on the rug exactly below it. He doesn’t need Legilimency for that, she reminded herself, quivering as his hand moved from her hair to her back, his index finger gently running down her bare spine. “I can smell you too, Miss Granger.” She flushed at his delighted chuckle, realizing he had caught on to her discreet sniff. “It’s intoxicating,” he murmured. “I bet you say that to every girl kneeling next to you,” Hermione shot back with a nervous smile. His confidence was infectious and he seemed to have a supernatural ability to set a person at ease. The fact that she was very, very turned on by him certainly helped in settling her initial nerves. Her brain had stopped worrying about accidentally flashing her tits to the next person to walk through the door, his gentle touch driving away her anxiety and letting unabashed need fill the void. “You are actually the first girl I’ve asked to do this… ever,” Harry murmured, his eyes focused on the financial reports in front of him. “This isn’t part of the interview?” Her nervousness returned. She’d presumed this was just another test for all his prospective sugar babies. The fact that she had been the only one subjected to it made her anxious. Is this a good thing? He won’t make me get naked just to reject me. “So, what’re you thinking?” Did he want to know what she had been thinking then or what she was thinking now? She decided to play it safe. “Uhm, when you first asked me the question I was thinking how strange it was that this is turning me on so much,” she murmured, her breath hitching as he leaned towards her, his hand pushing under her bum and gently coaxing her to sit up. “Now I’m thinking if I should be concerned about this part of the interview. The fact that I have to pass an extra hurdle doesn’t seem to bode well for my chances,” she said frankly. “Who teaches you logic at Uni?” Harry asked, grabbing her pert asscheek. His fingers digging into her creamy skin drew out an involuntary moan from her lips and she blushed at how wanton she sounded. Merlin, I hope he soundproofed his office. SMACK. “I- AH!” she squealed at the gentle slap to her bum. “Professor Grintletapper!” “Well, I will be writing to her with a recommendation that you fail this semester.” “Why, sir?” Hermione asked desperately. The thought of academic failure was too terrifying to even countenance. “You wrote that you have a photographic memory in your bio.” It wasn’t a question. “I do, sir,” Hermione murmured, breathing heavily. His hand had pushed between her thighs and gently shoved her legs apart, his fingers carelessly caressing her wet slit. “Can you tell me what Section Three, Paragraph C of the prospective contract I sent you says?” Photographic memory notwithstanding, she needed several minutes of thought to remember the exact clause. His actions had made it practically impossible to concentrate on anything except the gentle scrape of his calloused fingers against the smooth skin of her labia. She could see the pleased expression on his face from the corner of her eye. The man was clearly enjoying her quiet whimpers and the desperate attempt to stifle her moans. It was all a game for Harry Potter, and she was its ultimate prize. “T-the dominant will not initiate any sexual contact with the submissive until he is satisfied they are c-compatible as partners,” Hermione stuttered, her hands desperately grabbing the handle of the drawer in front of her for leverage. His finger was teasing her labia, gently splitting the petals apart as it pushed into her throbbing core. “Would you consider me having a finger inside you sexual contact, Miss Granger?” “Y-yes.” The finger was immediately withdrawn and her answer was rewarded by a harsh slap to her pussy with his open palm. “Merlin!” She moaned, her eyes bulging. “Yes, sir!” she added quickly, squirming in place as a delicious stinging radiated through her core. “What then, do my actions say about your chances?” Hermione didn’t answer, desperately humping against the palm that lay flat against her pussy, desperate for friction and the relief it would bring. “Come girl, use some of what you’ve learned in your fancy classes. It’s not that difficult.” It bloody well is! She whined in her head, pouting at the unfairness of the situation. Why was he quizzing her when all she wanted to do was let him fuck her? “U-uh…” she mumbled, trying to organize her jumbled thoughts. His finger resuming its tracing of her pussy lips wasn’t exactly helpful. “I-if you have already initiated sexual contact, it means I’ve passed the interview,” Hermione mumbled, groaning as he pulled his hand away. “Please, sir,” she begged. He had offered her a glimpse of heaven, then rudely slammed the door in her face. “After you sign the final contract, Miss Granger, not a minute before,” Harry replied, casually wiping his hand in her hair. “I’ll do it now!” She tried to get up, only to be roughly pushed back down onto the floor by his hand on her shoulder. “Your hour isn’t up, Miss Granger.” His reminder was cold, clinical, and delivered without an ounce of remorse. This was also a man who was used to getting his way and the habit clearly translated to the bedroom. He wanted her to wait the full hour before letting her cum and she had a feeling that was exactly what was going to happen. “Shall we talk about why you find it weird that kink is turning you on, Miss Granger?” Harry asked, pulling a red binder towards him. He opened it and flipped to the page he wanted to study. The hand on her shoulder had gently made her turn till she was facing him, then moved to languidly massage her petite breast. “You attached quite the essay detailing your fantasies with your application. It was an… enlightening read. I remember you saying you have been fascinated with kink ever since your roommate started sharing stories from her work with you. Why are you surprised today?” “It wasn’t being turned on by the kink that surprised me, sir,” Hermione admitted quietly, a dark blush coating her cheeks. His fingers pinched her rapidly stiffening pink nub, using it to haul her closer to his chair. She groaned at the burn his harsh tug generated, her chest feeling like it was on fire as her breast was mercilessly pulled. “What then?” Fuck, this is embarrassing. He waited for her answer, his fingers gently twisting her nipple as a silent reminder of the potential pitfalls of hesitating. He had already demonstrated to her that he wasn’t afraid of punishing her, and she was bloody certain he had been holding back for her benefit. Since she wasn’t exactly eager to bear the full brunt of her new dominant’s wrath, she forced her reluctant brain to cooperate and answer his question. “I only had one partner before you, sir,” she admitted, staring at the rug in embarrassment. “We met on the train before the start of our first year. I never thought there was anyone else for me but him. It worked… until it didn’t,” she explained with a shrug. “The thing that I found interesting was that your hand in my hair got me wetter than an evening full of snogging him. I went to bed with panties as dry as the Sahara every single time without fail.” Harry quirked an eyebrow. She knew what he was thinking. Why had she stuck with a man who had the sexual appetite of a potato? It was a question she had found herself asking more and more often over the past year. ‘I know I’m not supposed to say anything bad about him, but a five-year relationship without a single orgasm is a sad state of affairs.’ That was what Ginny had told her the night before she had finally summoned up the courage to break up with the man. It was only now, experiencing the sheer joy of having Harry’s fingers toy with her body that she realized just how depressing her past relationship had been. He had been a noble and mostly good man. He just wasn’t the right one for her. Conversely, there was nothing noble about what Harry Potter wanted from her. He wanted a pretty little toy, someone to fuck hard and fast before he got back to the business of running his business empire. Any relationship they had would be on his terms. He’d probably never love her. Yet, if it came down to a choice, she knew exactly who she’d pick every single time. She looked up when his hand finally stopped massaging her breasts, coming face-to-face with emerald eyes burning with curiosity. “Who-” he started, the rest of his question cut off by the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching the door. Hermione whipped her head towards the shut door, frozen in terror at the prospect of being caught in such a compromising position. She could already imagine the headlines the Prophet would run the next day. ‘Penniless Muggleborn Caught Seducing Potter Heir for Academic Favors.’ One of her lecture halls bore his family’s name for Morgana’s sake! Harry had sprung into action, however, grabbing the back of her neck and gently guiding her into the space under his desk, hiding her from view long before the door opened. “Harry!” Hermione’s eyes widened. What is he doing here?! “Ron.” Harry’s tone was clipped, the undercurrent of warmth in his voice all but evaporating. “I’m sorry sir, I told Mr. Weasley that you were indisposed-” “It’s alright Patricia,” Harry said, interrupting her. “I’m knee-deep in something Ron, can whatever you’ve come to talk about wait?” Hermione giggled, clamping her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. Harry Potter was indeed knee-deep in something. Her. Suddenly feeling bold, she wrapped her arms around his legs and pulled herself as close to him as she could, resting her cheek on his knee. She acted on instinct, her hand moving to the zip of his trousers, slowly pulling it down. Harry hissed, causing Hermione to grin. Two can play this game, Mr. Potter, she thought, licking her lips in anticipation. Her hand had slipped into his pants, fingers gingerly probing the rapidly growing bulge in his boxers. “You alright, mate?” “Just a cramp,” Harry lied. He shifted his leg, pushing his foot between her thighs. Hermione turned her face into his leg to muffle her moans as he pushed the foot up against her pussy and began to rub against her needy sex under the guise of shaking out the cramp. She couldn’t help herself. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers, well aware that she was only increasing the chances of them getting caught. “F-fuck,” she whispered, trying to stay as quiet as she could as she humped his shoe, its end brushing against her clit with every bounce. “Want to grab some lunch with me? Stretch out those feet?” Ron asked, utterly oblivious to what was going on under the desk. Hermione had pulled Harry’s semi-erect cock free from his boxers, enraptured by its girth and the thick veins that crisscrossed its rigid length. How her ex could miss the blatant sexual activity going on in front of his eyes was beyond her. She presumed Patricia had left, although she had no way of knowing for sure. Not that it mattered, she was pretty certain the older woman would be entirely unfazed even if she caught Hermione bouncing on her boss’ cock. “I would love to, Ron,” Harry murmured, his voice strained. Hermione kept staring at his gently twitching cock, hypnotized by it yet not daring to go any further than she already had. “But I really am swamped with work today. Our quarterly review is coming up and it’s my opportunity to prove to my father that he made the right decision in letting me take the reins of the business at such a young age so he could concentrate on politics..” “You work too hard. You need to have some fun too.” Oh, he’s having fun alright, Hermione thought, stuffing her fingers into her mouth to stifle the groan that escaped her throat when Harry twisted his ankle, pushing the thin leather edge of his shiny black shoe between her pussy lips. Harry ignored Ron’s grumbling. “Speaking of work,” he started, casually flipping through the binder in front of him. “How is the shop?” “That’s what I wanted to speak to you about, actually,” Ron said. Hermione froze when heard the gentle scrape of a chair against the soft rug. Fuck, I’m going to cum, Ron. I can’t cum with you here. Please go, she begged in her own mind, hoping she could manifest her prudish ex leaving. Harry’s hand coming under the desk and burying in her hair immediately caused the tension to leave her body and the girl relaxed, sinking back down onto his foot. “Yes? Is everything alright?” Harry asked, gently tugging on her hair. The message was clear and Hermione obeyed against her better judgment, stuffing her fingers back into her mouth as she resumed grinding against his shoe. Her moans and whimpers were growing louder and louder despite her best efforts and she could only pray he wouldn’t catch on. A small, selfish, and frustrated part of her did want him to catch them. To have him watch Harry give her what he had denied for five long years. To see how happy they could have been if only he had been flexible for once in his bloody life. It was this part of her that was driving her actions, convincing her that she had to stifle her moans with something thicker than her fingers. She grabbed his cock with shaky hands, guiding his tip towards her waiting lips. Harry groaned quietly when she wrapped her pink lips around his sensitive tip, clumsily taking his length into the warm embrace of her mouth. “Sounds like a really bad cramp, mate,” Ron said obliviously. “Oh, you have no idea,” Harry murmured, breathing heavily. He glanced down at her, his eyes alit with amusement. “I’ll deal with her later. Tell me about the shop,” he said, pulling his hand away from her to avoid rousing suspicion. “Well, I feel like my talents are being wasted managing the store,” Ron said. “The Chudley Canons are up for sale. If you buy them, I can manage the team for you.” Harry sighed. While he sympathized with his friend’s predicament in loving the worst club in the domestic circuit, he wasn’t going to sink his money into a team whose Seeker had failed to catch a single snitch all season. “How about we discuss this over drinks?” Harry asked, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “Tonight?” Harry’s eyes flickered down to her again. She had taken an inch of him inside her mouth before she found she could take no more. So she settled for simply swirling her tongue around his sensitive glans, gagging quietly as her mouth tried to adjust to the foreign sensation. “Uh…” His brain stalled as her tongue’s rough surface ran right over the tiny opening in his cock, lapping up the precum leaking out of it. Salty. I like it. “You have a date.” Ron’s voice carried a mixture of excitement and disappointment. “Kinda,” Harry muttered, gripping the armrests of his chair, his knuckles white. Hermione had stopped humping in favor of fully concentrating on sucking his cock, and her efforts were bearing fruit. He could feel the coil tightening in the pit of his stomach and he knew his orgasm was embarrassingly close. “Is it Parvati? Can you ask her why Padma won’t reply to my letters?” “I will.” Harry nodded, hoping it was the quickest way to get rid of Ron. The man thankfully grinned and stood, “How about Sunday then?” “Works for me,” Harry mumbled, biting his lower lip. He moaned quietly the minute Ron shut the office door behind him as he left, his hands moving to bury themselves in Hermione’s hair. “You cheeky little minx,” he growled, gently pushing her down on his shaft, helping her swallow a third of his cock. “Breathe through your nose, darling. It’ll be alright,” Harry whispered as she gagged and drooled around his girth. Hermione nodded as best she could, her nails digging into his thighs as she forced herself to stay calm. She watched with wide eyes as he wrapped his hand around the part of his cock not inside her mouth and began to pump. His eyes were fixed on her tiny, sweat-covered body, his lust for her plainly visible. He was masturbating to her, to bookish, boring, plain old Hermione Granger! Not only that, but he was preventing her from pulling away with his hand in her hair, clearly intending to use her as a cum receptacle. Not even in her wildest fantasies had she imagined something so hot. “F-fuck me. This isn’t how I imagined this interview going. Fuck! Mione, I’m going to, oh! Oh, God!” Harry groaned, sinking into the chair as he orgasmed. Hermione valiantly tried to swallow the dollops of warm, salty seed shot into her mouth but the amount was far too much for the inexperienced girl. Before long it was leaking out of the corners of her mouth, dribbling down to her chin before ultimately ending up splashed against her breasts. Hermione lay kneeling even after Harry had pulled out of her, her happy, lust-addled brain too tired to make sense of everything that had just happened. He’d called her Mione. No one has ever used that nickname before. She decided she quite liked it. She happily let him pull her out of the desk, grabbing his arms for support as he pushed his hands under her shoulders lifting her up onto his desk. “I won,” she said, giggling quietly. She watched him pull open his top drawer and retrieve a box of wet wipes. “Do you really just keep a box of those around?” “Won what? I didn’t know we were playing a game,” Harry teased, pulling out a wet wipe and using it to wipe himself clean. “And I have to. You never know when a cheeky brat will walk into your office and make a mess.” Hermione grinned, wriggling happily on the desk. “I got you to cum. You didn’t make me cum. I won.” “We could change that.” He closed the distance between them with surprising speed and wrapped an arm around her, his hand flat on her back to support her. His right hand moved to her pussy, fingers expertly locating her clit in a matter of seconds and starting to massage the sensitive bundle with practiced ease. “Unghhhh… sir! Please!” Hermione begged, her legs shaking as her pleasure began to build once more. He leaned close to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “But I’m not going to.” And true to his words he brought her right to the edge before withdrawing, leaving her a mess in both the literal and metaphorical sense. “Please! Please, sir!” She begged, rubbing her thighs. Her attempts to substitute his hand with hers were gently rebuffed by him gripping her wrists and pinning her hands to the desk. “No,” Harry said coldly. “An orgasm is earned, Miss Granger.” “You’re an evil man.” Hermione pouted, but quietly added the honorific. “Sir.” “Is this your way of telling me you’d like to back out of our arrangement?” “Not for anything in the world,” Hermione mumbled, letting him push her down on the desk. Now that she had a taste, she was addicted. This is what I’ve been searching for. “So, how do you know Ron?” Hermione asked, turning her head to let him clean her cheek. “Well, his parents are close to my father. They fought together in the Great War. I think we had a couple of play dates when we were two years old, but not a lot after that. I  guess I was just closer to Neville and Susan so I hung around with them. We shared a dorm so we exchanged pleasantries and whatnot, but we didn’t really become friends until Fred and George convinced me to invest in their store a few months ago. He manages it for them while they handle the creative side of the business,” Harry explained, using a tissue to wipe her face clean. Well, that explained why he didn’t know about her past with Ron. It had been nearly a year since they’d broken up and her ex had clearly moved on before she did. “And Parvati?” Hermione asked shrewdly. She wasn’t particularly jealous. She was simply curious why he wanted her when he had the option to date one of the sexiest women she knew. “We went on one date. We had zero chemistry but Ron asked Padma on a date and she wouldn’t agree unless Parvati made it a double date, which is how I got roped in,” Harry explained, leaning over the desk to grab her clothes. She happily accepted his help in getting dressed, savoring any chance to feel his hands on her body. “She’s hot.” “Not my type. Besides, I don’t have the time to date anyone. Potter Potions doesn’t run itself.” Hermione bit her lip, staring at him with big brown eyes. “Am I your type?” “Maybe,” Harry muttered, buttoning up her blouse. Hermione grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She hopped off the desk once she was fully dressed, kneeling under his desk to retrieve her heels. He was holding a thin file for her when she stood. “You have six hours until we’re supposed to meet up for dinner, Miss Granger. This is your final contract, read all of it. The address to my apartment is on the first page.” Hermione nodded and took the file from him before walking towards the door on unsteady feet. “Thank you, sir,” she murmured, pausing at the door. “Thank you, Miss Granger. I’ll see you tonight,” Harry said softly before sitting down on his chair and returning his attention to his work. Taking that as her cue to leave Hermione slipped out of the office and wordlessly limped across the now-empty waiting room, pausing when Patricia called out to her. “Miss Granger?” “Y-yes ma’am?” Hermione stammered, waiting to be told off. After all, the woman knew she was in the office when Ron had barged in, and since she was nowhere to be seen… Patricia seemed like the kind of woman who was smart enough to put two and two together. “You’ll need this. It’s the key to his apartment. It’s far too cold for you to be waiting on the pavement when he’s inevitably late,” Patricia said, pushing a key that had a keychain with ‘Miss Granger’ etched into it across the counter. “I-How? Did you know he’d select me?” Hermione asked, studying the personalized key. “Miss Granger I know him perhaps even better than he knows himself. I always knew it was going to be you.” “Oh.” She smiled sheepishly, reassured by the kind expression on the woman’s stern face. “You might want to wipe your chin, dear,” Patricia said, picking up her quill and resuming scribbling down the memo she had been writing. Hermione rubbed her chin, turning red when her thumb captured a dollop of cum. She scurried out of the building to avoid any more potentially embarrassing encounters, the file he had given her clutched tightly against her chest. Ginny isn’t going to believe what happened when I tell her. The Third Kink is Squirting + Food Play, and if you want to read the chapter right away, it's up on my Patreon! You can also request your own favorite kinks there. My Patreon!

Chapter 1 - Entry

Content Warnings: CMNF, Semi-Public, Exhibitionism. “You can go in now,” said the austere woman who occupied the desk guarding the private office without looking up from her scheduling diary. She didn’t bother to acknowledge the whispered questions of the recently exited blonde, simply glancing at the tiny brunette tapping her left foot against the polished marble flooring and waving her towards the door. Hermione sucked in a breath and nodded, wondering if she looked as nervous as she felt. She was the last applicant of the day, which felt like both a blessing and a curse. She had an opportunity to leave an indelible mark on the man that would decide her future, and yet, she would also be judged against those that came before her. She simply hoped she would not be found wanting. She needed this. Studying to become a lawyer was expensive, especially if she wanted the training required to argue in front of Wizengamot. Waiting tables and tending bars simply wasn’t cutting it, and the long hours were taking a toll on her studies. It was a fool’s hope. The women who had preceded her had all carried with them the air of self-assurance that gave those around them the impression that they knew exactly what they were doing. Her? She was a virgin who had applied after slamming back a bottle of tequila with her best friend. She wasn’t exactly sugar-baby material. “Miss? Do you plan to go in? Or shall I tell Lord Potter he has no more interviews for the day?” the woman asked, peering at her from the top of her horn-rimmed glasses. She wasn’t unkind. Only crisp and professional, like she had done this a thousand times before. That particular notion filled Hermione with dread. “If you do plan to go in, I suggest you get a move on. If there’s one thing I know about my boss, it’s that he absolutely despises tardiness. Best not to stumble right out of the gate, yes?” Hermione nodded, picked up her purse, and got to her feet. Ginny’s sugar daddy picked her over the tall leggy blondes, she reminded herself. It meant she had a chance, even if it was a small sliver and nothing truly substantial. She walked to the door and knocked smartly on the polished wood. She waited until she heard the quiet ‘Enter’ before grasping the doorknob and turning it to push the door open, trying not to take leave of her senses at the sight that greeted her. His office seemed less like a traditional working space and more like a library. The entire floor was covered with a thick rug and a merry fire roared in the large, ornate fireplace that dominated one of the walls, banishing the slight chill of the waiting room outside. The thing that drew her attention immediately was the rack after rack of bookshelves arranged on the wall opposite the fireplace. A cursory examination of the titles revealed that he had an extensive collection. “Do you like reading-” The man lounging in the comfortable chair behind the enormous desk that dominated the center of the room paused, studying the name on the file in front of him. “Do you like reading, Miss Granger?” he repeated his question, studying her with the most exquisite pair of eyes she had ever seen. She remembered them, vaguely, from their time in school, but seeing the sparkling emerald orbs up close was breathtaking. They sparkled with hidden mirth, yet held a shadow in them that hinted at danger. This was a complicated man, with complicated tastes. “That collection once belonged to my mother. She was an avid reader.” Hermione nodded, suddenly finding herself to be utterly incapable of speech. “You do not mention that anywhere in the very extensive biography you thought fit to send over with your application.” He flipped open the file in front of him, carelessly sheafing through parchment after parchment that bore her handwriting. It was only then that her eyes moved to the other files carelessly discarded into the bin by his desk, each of which was considerably thinner than the one in front of the man. “I did not think it was relevant,” Hermione replied quietly. She moved to the chair he had gestured at, silently pulled it away from the desk, and sat down on it, trying her best not to squirm under his intense gaze. “You were asked to list your hobbies, were you not?” Harry asked, studying her answer to one of the questions in the questionnaire. “A hobby is something you do in your free time, sir,” Hermione said, her cheeks darkening at having to defend her choice. It seemed silly in hindsight, but she had decided that if he was going to ask her to turn her life inside out for scrutiny, she was going to answer the questions in the most legalistic way possible. “I find myself reading books far too much, sometimes to the detriment of my other obligations. I fear it qualifies less as a hobby and more as an obsession and you did not ask us about those,” she said cheekily. “Sir,” she added, almost as an afterthought. Harry’s chuckle elicited a sigh of relief. He found her spirit amusing, not annoying, as had often unfortunately been the case. “Perhaps we should. It would be an easy way to weed out those who are only in this for the money. I was asked for unlimited access to the family coffers today which has never happened before, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything,” Harry murmured, carelessly flipping through her file. “Is that not the point of this arrangement? Why should a desire for money be disqualifying?” she challenged, then immediately kicked herself in the shin for her stupidity. Ginny had told her to be demure and inviting. Her questions only made her sound like a pain in the ass. It was somewhat surprising that he hadn’t thrown her out of his office already. When she finally dared to look up at his face, she found him looking back at her with an amused smile. “Perhaps I should have been clearer with my words. I wish to weed out those who are only in it for the money and think they can ‘tolerate’ the rest. If you do not enjoy the other aspects of this arrangement, we will fizzle out in a week. Considering the trouble I go to in finding a partner, I’d like them to last a little longer than that.” Hermione nodded silently. The contract she had signed had been for a year. A year of stability was a mind-boggling prospect. She didn’t even know what she’d do with the freedom of not having to worry about her next meal. “So.” Harry flipped her file shut, picked it up, and tossed it into the bin with one expert throw. She moved to stand, expecting the interview to be over, only to be waved back into her chair. “Tell me why you want to be my sugar baby.” Wow. The man does not beat around the bush. It wasn’t particularly surprising. James Potter had single-handedly raised the most famous child in the Wizarding World while creating the biggest business enterprise on the island to secure their family legacy. He hadn’t done it by being shy. His son seemed to be cut from the same cloth. “I… The question was asked in the application I was provided, sir. The answer should be in the file,” Hermione answered hesitantly. Is this a trick question? “The file secured your entry into this office, Miss Granger. It is now worthless. I wish to hear directly from you. Is that not the point of an interview? I ask questions, you answer them.” Hermione nodded. He was no slouch when it came to wit, either. Considering who his mother was… It was a universal truth that Lily Potter had been a remarkable woman. To hold off the Dark Lord on her own, to have to choose between her life and her son’s… she wondered if she could be as strong as his mother had been. “Just because you’re the last applicant, Miss Granger, do not think you are not on the clock. It is perhaps the simplest question I could ask you. Why do you want this?” he asked again. Why did she want this? She truly had no answer. Not a coherent one, at least. It wasn’t the money. Or, well, it wasn’t only the money. She could earn enough by doing what Ginny had done before she found her sugar daddy. Moonlighting as an escort would fetch her enough money to tend to her needs until she graduated, and was felt far less demanding than the proposition in front of her. “I… don’t know,” Hermione answered honestly. “Everything I wrote down is true. The feeling of rejection, the loss of my home, the craving for acceptance and praise… I guess I feel I will get everything I need through this arrangement. I suppose a part of me just wants someone to accept me for who I am. If I go the easy route and jump from bed to bed every weekend, I’ll get the money but I won’t get that. As an escort, I am successful if I become that particular client’s fantasy. As your sugar baby… well, I’ll only get that gig if you like me for who I am, right? It’s much more difficult to fake a persona for a year than it is a single night.” Harry steepled his fingers, resting his chin on them. “Well put.” Hermione had no idea why she found the quiet praise so satisfying. “Why me?” The question threw her for a loop once more. It wasn’t one of the many asked in the application. “There are many reasons,” Hermione deflected, not eager to reveal the depth of her attraction for the man. “Such as?” “You are easy on the eyes,” Hermione murmured, trying to figure out the tamest way to let the man know she found him unbearably hot. “Uh, I know you probably never noticed me, but we were in school together-” “I know who you are, Hermione Granger. The brightest witch of our generation. A muggleborn, at that. I bet Voldemort is turning in his metaphorical grave.” The words were uttered with not unexpected venom. “I still haven’t forgiven you for taking first place from me in our Charms OWLs. At the last minute too,” Harry murmured, his voice subsiding to its normal, slightly amused timber. Hermione blushed. It felt strange, to know he had his attention on her when their current meeting was the first time they were having an actual conversation. She didn’t count the stilted exchanges the few times she had been paired up with him in Potions as proper conversation. She doubted he even remembered them, not when he had the unpleasantness of their Potions professor to deal with. “I suppose I will pay the price soon enough,” she said with a quiet chuckle, biting her lip nervously when she realized how her words could be construed. “I don’t punish my submissives for being smarter than me, Miss Granger. That’s the provenance of insecure men. Anyways, continue,” he said with a negligent wave of his hand. He leaned in his back in his chair, keeping his intense gaze leveled on her. “Right. Yes. All my life, I’ve been searching for someone who will understand me. I’m sure a mind healer would call it unhealed trauma from my past and suggest a better coping mechanism than ending up face down, ass up on my partner’s lap, but I can’t afford a mind healer so…” she chuckled at her own joke. “I… like the idea of such a relationship. I’ve fought so hard my entire life to get where I am… the idea of someone taking care of me for a change sounds enticing.” She continued when Harry stayed silent, worried she was botching the interview with her unfiltered rambling. “I apologize for the incoherence, sir. I’m not the best at answering questions I haven’t had time to prepare for.” “Your answer makes sense,” Harry said quietly. The look on his face had changed to one of silent contemplation. “You are a virgin, yes?” Hermione bristled. That particular state of affairs had been through no fault of her own. It wasn’t her fault her ex-boyfriend’s attitude about sexuality had been firmly stuck in the Victorian era. “Is that a problem? I did not realize it made me any less of a woman than any of the others you have interviewed today,” she said coldly. “It is a problem in the sense that I am afraid you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You cannot consent to things you do not understand, and I have neither the time to educate you nor the inclination to violate someone’s consent, Miss Granger.” “Just because I lack practical knowledge does not mean I am a blushing damsel who thinks babies deliver storks, sir. If you think I have no clue what you wish from me, you are sorely mistaken,” Hermione said coolly. Harry chuckled. “You are feisty, Miss Granger.” Hermione did not respond. She had no clue if it was a point in her favor or something that impeded her chances. “What do you think I want from you?” “You wish me to be your submissive. You wish for total control as my sugar daddy, master, and dominant,” Hermione replied confidently. She knew exactly what she was getting into. The amount of fear her plunge into this new world caused her? That, she kept to herself. “And you know that you will be expected to follow my every command so long as they do not infringe on your limits. The limits you stated in your application.” “Yes, sir.” She had no idea where he was going with his line of questioning, but the expression on his face and his earlier doubts that she was ready for such a relationship gave her the distinct impression that she was about to be tested. Her nails dug into her bare thigh, the girl confident he could hear her heart hammering in her chest. “Do you have any other limits than those listed in your application?” “No, sir. I took my time to consider everything I would find unpleasant or impossible to do, and was sure to list them without fail.” “Very well then, Miss Granger.” Harry pulled a large red file towards him, clearing space on her side of the desk. “You will stand, undress, fold, and place your clothes on the desk and kneel next to my chair. If you last the full hour, I will know I have saved myself the trouble of having to interview any more candidates.” Hermione stood up on instinct, her hand moving to the clasp of her robe before sanity took over. Her eyes flickered once to the unlocked door behind them, then to the large window overlooking Diagon Alley. They were in the tallest building in that part of the street and there was little risk of anyone chancing upon her naked body unless they were flying on a broomstick. Which, while improbable, was not completely out of the realm of possibility. Then there was the door to his office, unlocked and readily accessible. None of his instructions, nor the threat of being caught had been in her list of limits. Yet, it was sheer insanity, and anyone else might have left. Ginny would surely have left. Fuck, she thought, slowly undoing the clasp of her robe. There had never been a test she had failed, and she wasn’t about to start now. She was determined to see it through, if only to prove him wrong. She slipped out of her robe and placed the neatly folded garment on the desk, leaving her in a fitted white blouse and a simple black pencil skirt. Despite the open file in front of him, his eyes were fixed on her, taking in every action and studying every expression. She found the intensity of his attention to be bloody satisfying. Trembling fingers slowly popped open the buttons of her blouse, her eyes drooping to the floor in an effort to avoid having to look at him. She pulled the blouse free from her body, clumsily folding it and dropping it on top of the cloak. Her skirt was soon to follow, leaving her in a simple white bra and cotton panties. These, she kept on, her chest heaving with every breath as she tried to come to grips with the insanity of what she was prepared to go through. “Do you feel ashamed, Miss Granger?” Her cheeks burned. He was receptive. “Slightly,” she mumbled. “It turns you on.” It wasn’t a question. It is a simple statement. The confidence in his voice caused her blush to darken. “Yes,” she admitted shyly, knowing there was no denying it. Not when he could seemingly read her body better than she could. “Can you ask your secretary not to disturb us for the next hour?” “I will not,” Harry replied, yet unseen by her, pressed a button set under his desk that was installed for exactly that purpose. “It is a leap of faith, Miss Granger. One of many that you will have to take as my submissive. More so than others, given your lack of experience.” Hermione nodded. She took a deep breath, silently weighing her options. She could put her clothes back on and leave, putting the interview behind her. Her only other option… She reached back to the clasp of her bra, unhooked it, and pulled it away from her body, silently dropping it on top of the ever-growing pile of clothes. Her panties were next, leaving her completely bare for the eyes of her potential dominant. She kicked off her heels, pushing them under his desk before she moved to stand squarely in front of him, awaiting further instructions. He studied her with an expression she had not seen throughout their interview. It was one of quiet hunger, of unbridled lust. He wanted to ravish the tiny creature in front of him, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. His eyes studied her long brown hair, messily secured in a ponytail and tumbling down to the middle of her back before moving to her blood-red lips, then taking in inch after inch of sun-kissed skin before they settled on her pert breasts. Barely a handful, and no match for what had been on display that day. “I’ve always been petite. I think puberty went for a vacation after my fourth year and never came back,” she mumbled, her cheeks a dark red. He didn’t say a word, simply opting to study her gorgeous form. Her rosy peaks pebbled, her creamy breasts swaying slightly with every quivering breath. “Shaved?” Hermione glanced down at her bare mound, then nodded sheepishly. “I prefer it this way. If you want to alter my body, I am not opposed to it. I would just like to discuss any potential changes with you first.” She wasn’t entirely opposed to changing if that was indeed his preference. “I prefer it this way too,” Harry said quietly, before gesturing to the empty space between a cupboard and his chair on his right side. Hermione walked over on unsteady feet, well aware that his gaze was following her every movement. The entire thing was a test, and she was determined to ace it. She sank to her knees next to him, her back straight. She locked her arms behind her back, causing her breasts to pop out for her new dominant. “What’re you feeling?” Harry asked, gently pulling her hair free from its ponytail. He pushed his fingers through the luscious brown locks and she leaned instinctively into his touch. “I feel… exhilarated. I… can’t explain it. But I have a suspicion I’ll be chasing this feeling for the rest of my life,” she whispered, closing her eyes and letting him rest her head on his lap. Home. She felt like she had found a home. Per request, the new stories I write in the, well, New Year will be less plot heavy so the smut can take prominence. Considering how much I enjoy writing stories like these, I happily agreed! So here is a No Voldemort AU.  I'm letting my Patrons add to a kink-list and every chapter will focus on one of the kinks from the list. First was CMNF, the second is Discreet Public Play. 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Chapter 4 - The Playroom

Content Warnings: Deflowering, Kink Rooms, Cum Play, Teasing, Cuffs, Mating Press. His apartment (if it could even be called that), was at least three times bigger than the dingy flat she shared with Ginny. She tightened her hold around his neck as they climbed up the stairs to the second floor, peering at her lover through half-lidded eyes. My first orgasm with a man was on a kitchen counter, she mused tiredly, pressing her sticky thighs together in an effort to quieten the ever-increasing demands of her aching womanhood. “What’re you thinking, pumpkin?” Hermione blushed at the amused tone of his voice. Even now, doing something as casual as asking her an innocent question, he sounded completely in control. Her swollen pink lips parted in a breathy moan as she thought back to the page-long pet play clause in her contract. He doesn’t need pet play to have me eating out of the palm of his hand. “I just can’t believe my first orgasm was with Harry Potter,” Hermione mumbled, burying her face in the crook of his neck to hide her silly grin. Britain’s most eligible bachelor had cooked her pancakes and then railed her right on the kitchen counter. She wondered what the tabloids would make of that. Skeeter will have a field day. “Please tell me you’ve cum before this.” Her blush deepened with Harry’s chuckle and she squeaked indignantly. “I… I’m not some sort of prude, alright? I’ve touched myself. I read a lot. How do you think I knew about every little fantasy you’ve listed in that contract of yours?” Hermione asked with a pout, gently nipping at his perfect jawline as punishment for mocking her. “This was just my first time with a man.” “I never said you’re a prude who thinks sex is evil, my sweet kitten.” Harry paused in front of the third door on the left once they had reached the second floor of the penthouse, reaching out to grasp the golden doorknob. The handle glowed for a second, the locking charm recognizing his presence and unlocking the door. “I already have one of those in my life. If I wanted my sugar baby to be similar, I’d just get Ronald,” Harry muttered, rolling his eyes. He missed her silent splutter, slowly carrying the tiny girl into the dimly illuminated playroom. “No luck with that ex of yours?” “Uh… he… uh… had a similar attitude to sex as uhm… Ronald,” Hermione mumbled, glad for the darkness. The shadows cast by the small fire merrily burning in the fireplace obscured her heavily blushing cheeks. Because they’re the same bloody people! She wondered how long she could keep the charade up. Ginny had told her some sugar daddies (usually the married kind) liked their sugar babies to be a secret, although nothing Harry had done so far suggested that was how he wanted their relationship to be. If she was being honest, it wasn’t how she wanted their relationship to be either. Is it a crime to want to put on a pretty dress for dinner with a handsome man who’ll probably make me cum three times in a row? She thought petulantly. All her life, she had been the smart one. Ron had been more interested in copying her homework than snogging her. It was time, as Ginny put it, for a makeover. “His loss,” Harry murmured, setting her down on her feet. The genuineness in his voice made butterflies flutter in her stomach. She clung to his side, looking around the room with wide eyes. “Is this the playroom?” she whispered, smooshing her thighs as much as she could. She was pretty sure she could spot an oiled whip gleaming in the orange glow cast by the flickering candles floating in the air and the fact that it turned her on was utterly terrifying. ‘You’re a kinky bitch, Granger. You just don’t know it yet.’ “Why do you always have to be right in matters like these, Gin?” Hermione mumbled under her breath. “Hmm?” “Oh!” Hermione cleared her throat. “Uhm, nothing. I uhm… can I explore?” She added hastily, sucking her lower lip into her teeth. There was something tantalizing about the room, like it was a forbidden fruit denied to her all her life. A fruit that was now within her grasp. The handsome devil on her shoulder tempting her to take a bite certainly wasn’t helping matters. “Go right ahead,” Harry replied, slowly popping open the buttons of his ruined shirt. He smelled of her, her arousal marking him from chest to knees. Hah! Take that, stuck-up leggy blondes with the fake boobs. Score one for the nerdy bookworm, she thought, slowly trailing her fingers over the firm leather of paddles of various sizes that hung from a rack on the wall. She kept an eye on her sugar daddy, subconsciously licking her dry lips when he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. His skin was tanned and crisscrossed with tiny white scars. She had a sudden desire to return to his side and run her hands over his firm chest and the toned abs that she could not pull her eyes away from. “Like what you see, Miss Granger?” Harry asked huskily, and she suppressed a shiver of excitement. He doesn’t miss a bloody thing, does he? “Maybe,” Hermione answered hoarsely, busying herself with the top drawer of a cabinet to avoid his heated gaze. She pulled out with a shiny heart-shaped buttplug, her slender fingers tracing the pink jewel set in its hilt. “You… you want me to wear one, don’t you? To train my ass for you?” Hermione asked, her cheeks now resembling a beetroot. “Can I… can I choose the color?” she mumbled. “What was that?” Harry asked, peeling off his cum-stained trousers. Hermione took a deep breath. “Can I choose the color of the jewel on my buttplug?” Hermione asked, forcing herself to be audible. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to talking about stuff like this. You’d have loved Ginny. She’s probably done everything in this room at least once,” Hermione muttered with an embarrassed laugh. Harry’s strong arms snaked around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She groaned at the feeling of the firm shaft pushing into the soft flesh of her ass. “I don’t want Ginny, Miss Granger,” he growled, his breath hot on her skin. He pushed her legs apart, his fingers ghosting over her slick labia. Hermione moaned and moved her hand to grab his arm for support, a giddy smile forming on her face as he twisted his wrist to intertwine their fingers together. “I want you.” “Well… oh, god… oh, yes!” Hermione moaned, her knees buckling as he buried his index finger into her tight pussy up to the knuckle. Her slickness made entry easy, but even that calloused finger gently pumping in and out of her sheath left her with a full feeling that made her feel she’d never be able to take the mammoth that was Harry Potter’s cock. “S-she already has… sugar daddy. So you’re stuck with me,” Hermione mumbled, spreading her legs to give him easier access to her core. “Good. Stuck with you is a good place to be,” Harry whispered, lazily fingering her. “Are you on birth control?” “Hmm?” Hermione asked stupidly, her brain numb to everything but the delicious pressure building up in her belly. “The birth control potion, darling. Do you take it?” “Oh!” Hermione blushed. “N-no. I never had any reason to.” “That’s not a problem. I keep some in my potions cabinet,” Harry murmured, pulling out of her pussy and slowly walking over to a cupboard next to the fireplace. “Ah! Please, sir!” Hermione groaned in frustration as the finger was withdrawn from her pulsating core. Harry looked at her strangely. “You want to get pregnant?” “What?!” Hermione squeaked, the note of alarm in his voice finally driving away the lust-caused haze. “No! Yes, to birth control!” she added quickly. “What was the please for?” “Uhm… for your fingers?” Hermione mumbled with an embarrassed groan. Harry Potter seemed to have the unique ability to make her act like a hormonal cock-crazed teenager with a single look or touch. “Getting desperate, are we, princess?” Harry asked with an amused chuckle, walking over to her with a vial of a bright green potion she had seen Ginny take a million times. She parted her lips obediently, swallowing the bitter liquid he dribbled onto her tongue. “It’s your fault,” Hermione muttered petulantly, crossing her arms over her chest. Harry raised an eyebrow, an amused expression on his face. “My fault?” “Yes! Your fault! Mr. Harry Potter with his beautiful eyes and gorgeous abs and that crooked grin! You promise to fuck a girl all day and do you fuck her? No sirrrrr!” She whined desperately as he pushed his thumb between her lips. She obediently began to suck on the digit, her big brown eyes peering up at him through her thick lashes. “you keep toying with her. So I do declare, this is all your fault,” she mumbled around his thumb, gently swirling her tongue around his calloused skin. She whined louder at the indulgent look he was giving her. “Sir,” she added, begging silently with her eyes. “Please.” Harry silently grabbed her wrist, walked up to the open drawer full of potions, and dropped the empty vial inside before shutting it. “I can’t wait to have you over my knee, Miss Granger,” he growled, pulling her to the large bed that dominated the center of the room. “Now?” Hermione asked, her eyes wide. She’d heard her roommate get spanked through the paper-thin walls of their apartment. It sounded… painful. The thought of a bright red, stinging bum caused a trickle of arousal to leak out of her pussy. “Soon.” With that he carelessly tossed her onto the bed, watching the gentle jiggle of her pert breasts with lazy satisfaction. She watched him stroll around the room, whistling happily as he searched the various cupboards for something. “What were all the other potions in the drawer?” “A variety of things,” Harry answered, kneeling and rummaging through the bottom drawer of a cabinet. “One of the advantages of owning a Potions company, Miss Granger, is that you get to play around with some very fun ideas,” Harry muttered, pulling out two identical pairs of cuffs. Each cuff was made of black leather with a silver buckle, the two cuffs in a set connected to each other by a short chain. “Can we try them out?” Hermione asked, burning with curiosity. “All in good time, kitten. The room and its contents aren’t going anywhere.” Harry walked up to the bed, dropping the heavy cuffs on the red satin sheets next to her. “Relax,” he whispered, gently grabbing her ankles. “Leave your body loose for me.” He gently bent her legs at the waist, pausing and pressing his lips against her soles when she cried out in discomfort. “Let loose, darling,” he murmured, massaging the muscles of her thighs with his free hand as he slowly contorted her body into a mating press. “Now I know why my friend kept telling me to take up yoga,” Hermione said with a teary chuckle. She obediently followed his quiet command, wrapping her arms around her bent legs and grasping her ankles to secure them in place. “This was a lot easier in my dream.” “You’ll get there. There’s a reason you have an exercise clause in your submissive contract.” Harry winked, securing each ankle to the wrist of the hand holding it using the cuffs. She was now trapped in position, her legs spread and puffy pussy on full display for her new lover. Her luscious brown hair was spread around her head like a halo and Hermione could see the large tent in his boxers twitching gently at the sight of his adorable lover. “You’re a lot kinder than I thought you’d be,” Hermione whispered, marveling at how comfortable and wanted he made her feel. “I’m a dominant, Miss Granger, not a heartless bastard,” Harry murmured, ducking his head to hide the faint pink on his cheeks. He neglected to mention that he had thrown his own rule book out of the window when it came to her and was treating her unlike any other submissive he’d had before. “No matter what I do, whether it be using you like a toy or paddling your ass raw, I don’t want you to think I don’t care about you,” he muttered, pulling his boxers free of his legs. He sighed in relief as his erection sprang free, taking a second to massage his throbbing manhood. “At the same time,” he growled, switching gears. “I don’t want you to forget one unshakable truth. Who does this belong to?” Harry asked, gently smacking her pussy. “AH!” Hermione’s legs trembled, her hands losing their grip on her ankles. Not that it mattered. The chains connecting the cuffs snapped her legs back in place, ensuring she remained in the mating press no matter what. “Y-you, sir!” she breathed, bucking her hips to push her pussy up towards his cock. “What are you?” Harry asked, climbing onto the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. He loomed over her, his cock inches away from her weeping slit. “Y-your pretty little princess,” Hermione answered with an angelic smile. Harry chuckled. “Exactly. And don’t you forget it,” he murmured, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “I want to claim you, Miss Granger,” Harry growled, slowly guiding his tip toward her needy womanhood. “Please, sir. Claim me,” Hermione begged. Harry smashed his lips against hers in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing together as he slowly sank into the tight warmth of her pussy. Unlike with the handle, he did not stop when he felt resistance. He ripped past her curtain and deflowered her with one firm thrust, her needy scream muffled by his mouth. Hermione had never felt anything like it before. Her entire body quivered as he slowly pushed into her virgin pussy. Her walls burned as they stretched to accommodate his impressive length. “Y-you won’t fit!” she cried out, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She didn’t know if they were due to the all-consuming ache and burning spreading like fire through her core or the mind-numbing pleasure that accompanied it. All she knew was that after their night together, she’d never be the same. “That would be a first,” Harry grunted, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “I don’t have a giant’s dick, Miss Granger,” he teased, clamping his lips around the pulse point on her neck. He began to gently suck on the skin, sinking his teeth into it to leave a large and very prominent hickey. “Oh! Oh god!” Hermione wailed as he buried himself in her snug snatch up to his base. She could feel him in her belly, the position he had contorted her body in meaning it felt like he was fucking her very womb. Pain. Pleasure. She had no idea what she was feeling anymore. Her nerves were fried and her mind was in a pleasant daze. “Please! You feel so good,” she begged, her desperation destroying her inhibitions and making her act in a decidedly unHermioneish fashion. “What’s the magic word?” Harry grunted, trying to conjure up images of his greasy Potions professor to compose himself. Her walls had clamped around his shaft like velvet iron, her tight, warm core, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Just sheathing himself inside her had brought him to the very edge of orgasm and he desperately tried to replace his angel’s beautiful face with that of Snape’s sneering one in his mind to make sure their night didn’t come to a premature (and extremely disappointing) end. “Please?” Hermione squeaked, looking at the muscular man on top of her with big brown eyes, her pupils blown with lust. “The other magic word, Miss Granger,” Harry murmured, thanking Snape in his mind. Now that he was no longer teetering on the brink of explosion he started to shallowly rock his hips, grinding inside her. “Unghhhh, please! Please please please,” Hermione begged, her lips parted in a pant, every gentle thrust of his causing his tip to brush against her G Spot. “Uh!” She desperately tried to rack her brain for the word. She wanted more. She NEEDED more. And she wouldn’t get it until she gave him what he wanted. “SIR!” she screamed with a triumphant grin on her face, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. “Good girl,” Harry whispered. He palmed her petite breast, gently squeezing the soft flesh as he captured her lips once more. “My girl,” he murmured, slowly pulling out of her. He ignored her needy whine, peppering her sweaty face with kisses as he pushed back inside her aching pussy. “Yours,” Hermione keened, her chest heaving with every breath. Harry was quickly building up to a steady pace, pumping in and out of her pussy with the same impeccable control and precision he displayed everywhere else in life. She idly wondered what it would take for him to lose control. “Is this like your dream, Miss Granger?” Harry asked, grunting with every thrust. He was fighting to remain steady, his well-timed thrusts slowly turning erratic with every passing minute. He could feel the coil tighten in the pit of his stomach and knew no conjured images of greasy professors would be enough this time. “M-much… better,” Hermione gasped hoarsely, her lips parted in a continuous moan. Everything else ceased to exist, leaving only her impending orgasm and the gorgeous hunk of a man on top of her to occupy her mind. “This… this real,” she mumbled, groaning as she felt his last thrust somewhere deep inside her. “Good. Cum for me, princess.” The tenderness in his voice combined with the utter roughness with which his fingers treated her body was enough to make her come undone and she orgasmed almost as if on command. “Yes! Thank you, sir! I’m coming!” Hermione shouted, her back arching as the wave of pleasure hit her. Her mind went gloriously blank as she slumped back down on the bed, her pussy gushing all around the cock still pistoning in and out of her, drenching it with her cum. Harry collapsed on top of her the minute her fluttering walls clamped down around his throbbing shaft. He didn’t have the ability or the will to hold on any longer. “F-fuck… this is the best… you’re the best…” he mumbled, weakly thrusting inside her. In the end, all it took for Harry Potter to relinquish control was an exceptionally bright and utterly adorable witch. He gave up all efforts to rein in the situation, pressing feverish kisses to her shoulder as his balls tightened and he exploded inside her. “So much better than my dreams…” Hermione whispered, a happy grin plastered on her face. She could feel his seed in her, his sticky cum filling her with an unfamiliar warmth she already knew she’d be addicted to. I wonder if his seed will feel just as good in my ass as it does down my throat or in my pussy, she thought tiredly, her entire body going slack as a wave of exhaustion hit her. Harry was no better, slumping down on top of her as he tried to catch his breath. He was still sheathed inside her, enjoying the velvet embrace of her still fluttering walls as the two rode out the last dregs of their orgasms. “Sir?” Hermione whined after a few minutes of quietly enjoying post-orgasmic bliss. “I’m cramping,” she mumbled. While she was loath to break the tension between them, the ache in her thighs was getting to be too persistent for her to ignore. “Sorry, kitten,” Harry whispered, pulling out of her with a quick kiss to her cheek. He slowly rolled off her body, pushing himself up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through his messy black hair, taking a second to admire his lover. Her pussy was slightly agape, her lips parted with a thin trickle of his cum leaking out of her and tracing its way down her ass. He reached out and unlocked her wrists and ankles, allowing her to shift her tired body into a more comfortable position. Her legs immediately clamped together and she blushed when she saw the amused expression on his face. “What’re you doing?” He asked, lying on his side next to her, propping his head up with a hand. “I like having your cum in me,” Hermione replied, biting her lower innocently. “Maybe we should invest in some pussy plugs so you don’t have to walk with your legs clamped together all day, every day,” Harry teased, tracing her large pink areola with his finger. She shivered, subconsciously turning her body in his direction to increase the pressure on her skin. “I plan to have my seed in you… often.” “How often?” Hermione asked teasingly. “Well, you owe me three orgasms a day this month in lieu of me waving the trial month and letting you move in right away,” Harry whispered, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “And we’re still on orgasm number two for today, kitten.” Oh, shit. “The prodigal genius returns.” Hermione dropped her key in surprise, turning in alarm to see Ginny lounging on their threadbare couch, lazily munching on day-old popcorn. “Merlin! You nearly gave me a heart attack,” Hermione muttered, shutting the door to their apartment before bending to pick up her key. “I thought you were only coming back after lunch with him.” “He had an early business meeting. Didn’t even cook me breakfast after I gave him two sloppy BJs yesterday.” Ginny held up two fingers. “Both in the back of Muggle taxis, mind you. That merits pancakes at the very least.” Hermione turned pink at the mention of pancakes. “Anyways,” Ginny muttered through a mouthful of caramel popcorn. “Don’t try to change the subject. You were supposed to be home last night. I thought yesterday was only an interview.” “It was!” Hermione protested. “I was home,” Hermione lied, limping over to the couch and slumping down on it. She pulled Ginny’s legs into her lap and began to absentmindedly massage her soles. “I stepped out for coffee.” “Granger, I know the walk of shame. Fuck’s sake, I invented the walk of shame. The messed up sex hair, the crumpled clothes, and that massive fucking limp. How many times did he get you off?” Ginny asked shrewdly. “Is it that obvious?!” Hermione asked, blushing furiously. “You might as well be walking around with a massive billboard that says ‘I got dicked down to within an inch of my life’,” Ginny said with a chuckle, tossing popcorn at her best friend. “So, how many times did he get you off?” “Ginny!” “Inquiring minds need to know. Come on. I tell you everything about my sex life.” “Three,” Hermione mumbled. She cleared her throat, repeating the number, louder this time. “Three.” “In one night?!” Ginny grinned, holding her hand up for a high-five. Hermione pressed her palm against the redhead’s sheepishly. “So, tell me everything. How is sex with the Boy-Who-Lived?” Ginny asked conspiratorially. Hermione sighed. There was no escaping her best friend. The only way out was through, so she launched into a heavily sanitized version of her night with Harry Potter. Which kink do you think will be explored in the next chapter? 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Chapter 1 - The Case

“Why didn’t we go over this case during our weekly briefing?” Harry looked up at his pink-haired deputy, shaking his head fondly at the sight of the older woman lounging in the chair, her feet propped up on his desk. “Feet on my desk? Really, Auror Tonks?” Harry raised an eyebrow, flipping a page absentmindedly. Things between them had been… weird ever since she and Teddy had moved in with him. Harry had put it down to the suddenly forced proximity and the fact that they were raising a now boisterous three-year-old together. The fact that Teddy had started calling him ‘papa’ certainly didn’t help matters. “You were the one who said you wanted a relaxed, informal atmosphere in the department, sir,” Tonks teased, blowing a bubble with the gum she was chewing till it popped and coated her lips. “I plan to be an approachable boss.” She shot a part of his inauguration speech back at him, using her metamorphagus abilities to mimic his voice perfectly. “I don’t think anybody took that as permission to have their dirty boots on my desk.” “Hey! These are the finest dragon skin. Cost me a small fortune,” she responded, refusing to budge even after he had gently smacked her feet with his hand. Harry shook his head and returned his attention to the file in front of him. Between staring at mundane budgetary issues and letting his mind wander off to the things he’d do if Nymphadora Tonks was his bratty girlfriend… he found the former to be the safer option. It’s not that far-fetched, his mind reminded him. After all, they lived in the same house and ate all their meals together. Teddy often refused to sleep without both of them, which meant it had been easier for all of them to shift to the large master bedroom of Number 12, Grimmauld Place, and sleep in the same bed. They were a couple in everything but name. Except she loves… loved someone else, he reminded the voice in his head. Even if he did act on his feelings for her, he highly doubted they would be reciprocated. He had no desire to ruin their existing relationship so he kept his mouth shut, dated bubbly brats, and tried to forget that they were mere placeholders for someone else. “So. Are you going to tell me about the case? Or is it one of those top-secret, you’ll find out when you need to know kind of missions?” Tonks asked, breaking him out of his reverie. “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s one of hers,” Harry answered, referring to their highly confidential informant. The woman had refused to work with anyone but the two of them, but the information she provided was so valuable that Harry had found it easy to turn a blind eye to normal protocol. “She seems to be running late.” “Speak of the devil.” Tonks tilted her chair back as the fireplace in his office roared, the flames in it turning a peculiar shade of green. A cloaked figure stepped out of it, taking a second to dust off the ash clinging to her clothes before she turned to the occupants of the room. “Pansy.” “Potter. Tonks.” Harry gave her a smile, his eyes drawn to the bulky file in her hands. The chaotic state of their world after the war meant that several of Voldemort’s followers had found it incredibly easy to escape after the Dark Lord’s fall. The Ministry, which had been in utter shambles, had been powerless to bring them to justice until Kingsley had taken over as Minister and started the process to rebuild their society. Since then, his department’s sole focus had been tracking down the murderous bastards and hauling their asses in front of Wizengamot so they could be tried and punished. “Have a new one for us?” Harry asked, gesturing for Pansy to sit. “I do.” She sat on the chair next to Tonks’ but made no move to hand over the file to either of them. “Bad one?” Tonks asked. “As bad as it gets. I got the file from Lucius’ private office.” Harry snorted. Lucius Malfoy had kept files and information on every single Death Eater to ever get the mark. He had quite successfully leveraged that information to keep himself out of prison and protect his family’s wealth. Kingsley had allowed it to happen over Harry’s strenuous objections. Just because he understood the logic behind letting one bad guy walk free so they could prosecute the remaining twenty didn’t mean he had to like it. “I always thought it was highly convenient of Malfoy to only have incriminating evidence against the ones we already had in custody.” “He hid the remaining files to use as leverage. It’s his only protection against his understandably pissed former colleagues.” “I have to say, I respect the man’s deviousness. No matter the outcome, he always ends up on the winning side.” Harry had to agree with Tonks. The man was a bloody eel. Slippery and impossible to pin down. “Who did you bring us today?” “Have you been paying attention to all the strange murders of muggle women in and around London?” Pansy asked. Harry turned to Tonks, who shook her head and shrugged. “We are keeping a close eye on muggle police reports. There have been no deaths consistent with the use of Avada Kedavra or any magic, really.” “All of you seriously missed it?” Pansy grinned, an expression of haughty superiority on her face. “I guess I was wrong to expect the rest of them to notice, but I’m surprised you didn’t either, Potter. After all, you do spend quite a lot of your time in such institutions.” “What institutions?” Tonks asked. “Kink clubs. All murders occurred in kink clubs in and around London. All the murdered women were either blue-haired or wore blue wigs, and they were all stabbed by their partners. Every single person who stabbed a woman, get this, had absolutely no memory of committing the act,” Pansy answered, finally dropping the file on the desk. Harry didn’t register anything Pansy said after the words ‘kink club’. “I… how… did… you know?!” He spluttered, his cheeks turning pink. He tried his best to keep his dating life private, especially when it came to the more… deviant aspects of what he and his partners got up to. Pansy gave him a look that clearly asked him to stop insulting her intelligence. “I’m a spy, Potter. A good one at that.” “Wait!” Tonks grinned, her eyes glinting. “When you say you’re going for a pizza run, is that code for you going and railing some poor muggle girl senseless?” she asked teasingly. “I always thought it was weird you took hours to come back, and the pizza is always cold,” Tonks said, turning to Pansy with a faux sad expression on her face. “Merlin, Potter. If you’re going to fuck women behind her back, the least you can do is bring her warm pizza for dinner.” “We… we’re not a couple!” “You two are raising her kid together. That’s a couple in my books,” Pansy shot back dismissively. “You know,” Tonks teased, clearly in a mood to rile him up. “She has a point. Although if you want to rail me, sir, you need to do much better than a warm pizza. I’m not settling for anything less than chocolate ice cream.” “You know, Zabini once told me he spent an entire night licking chocolate ice cream off Patil’s boobs. He made it sound like a rather pleasant experience.” “Oh, darling, you’ve never had the pleasure?” Tonks asked, turning in her chair to make sure she could look at both Pansy and Harry. “I’ve never had any pleasure,” Pansy muttered, rolling her eyes. “I’ve been saving myself for an utter pig of a man.” “Ladies,” Harry begged, pulling his chair closer to his desk to hide the rapidly growing bulge in his pants. “Can we please concentrate on the case?” “Of course, boss.” Tonks gave him a playful salute. “It does sound like the Imperious.” “That’s Richard’s modus operandi.” Pansy finally dropped the finally on the desk. Harry’s eyes flitted to the name printed on it. ‘Richard Armstrong’. “I’ve never heard of him.” “Durmstrang alumni. He was part of the group that recruited the giants. I’m sure Hagrid would be familiar with the name.” “What exactly is his modus operandi?” Harry asked, pulling the file towards him. He opened it and flipped through the pages, eyes scanning the neatly handwritten notes for important information. “He targets couples in the kink club looking for a third partner. Takes them to a private room, stuns the guy, has his way with the girl.” “Let me guess, he then imperios the man and makes him stab his trussed-up partner?” Tonks asked, leaning over the desk to look at the man’s photograph. “Pretty much.” Harry sucked in a breath. “This has been happening in London? How did we miss this?” “Because he’s been smart about it, if I had to guess,” Pansy said, speaking up before Tonks could. “He’s cut himself off from the Wizarding World. He only preys on muggles and the way he does it can plausibly pass as a non-magical crime.” “Thank you.” “I have more.” “You do?” Harry asked, looking up at the dark-haired beauty sharply. “I know where he’s going to be tomorrow night.” “How?” “As I’ve said, Nymphadora, I’m a very good spy.” Tonks hissed at the use of her first name, which the Slytherin ignored. “What do you want for that information?” Harry asked. It was always the same thing with her. The first part of the case was a freebie. The second part (and often the vital part), came with a price. “I’m tired of acting. I don’t want to pretend to be happy to be Draco’s simpering girlfriend anymore. I especially don’t want to act like I’m a naive little girl who doesn’t know he’s fucking Greengrass in his office right when I’m in the next bloody room having tea with his mother.” “How do you plan to gather intelligence without access to Draco?” “That’s my lookout. You should only be concerned about paying my price.” “I can’t arrest Draco for being an asshole, Pansy.” “I’m not asking you to.” “What’s your price, then?” “If I give you the location, you take me with you to the club tomorrow.” “Absolutely not. I’m not taking a civilian with no training to a potential shootout.” “I thought you liked to keep things simple and uncomplicated, Potter,” Pansy shot back. She glanced at Tonks, hoping for backup, but the pink-haired Auror simply watched the exchange between the two with an amused smile. “The easiest way to arrest him would be to get him to a private room willingly. Need I remind you that he only targets couples? How will you get him someplace secluded without a partner?” “That’s sound logic, but still not enough to convince me of the necessity to put an untrained witch in danger.” He felt safer using that as an excuse than his real reason. He liked Pansy, and he doubted she’d like him very much after being on the receiving end of his… desires. Fuck me, I have a type, don’t I? Ginny. Tonks. Pansy. Every single woman he pursued was a thrill-seeking brat. “What if I can hold my own?” Pansy asked, her dark eyes glinting dangerously. Harry had a feeling she wasn’t just talking about being able to defend herself against the man they were hunting. “What if you take me?” Tonks asked casually, finally speaking up. “Guess you don’t want the location, then. Have fun staking out every bloody club in London.” Pansy moved to stand, only to be stopped by Tonks grabbing her wrist. “Hear me out. The two people in front of this dickwad are going to be at a major disadvantage if it comes down to a duel. If we want to minimize the risk, we should have a third person hiding in the room who’ll catch him by surprise and stun him before he can react,” Tonks pointed out. “As Aurors, Harry and I take the risky part of the job and pose as the couple. You stay hidden in the room and drop the bastard when he walks in. If you prove you can hold your own, Harry has to keep his end of the bargain, whatever that may be. Is that an acceptable compromise, sir?” Tonks asked, turning to look at Harry. Harry’s eyes bulged. “I…” he mumbled, his throat suddenly dry. His pants were now uncomfortably tight around the groin and he had to shift in his chair to relieve the pressure. “Yeah, that works,” he rasped after clearing his throat. What have I gotten myself into? The story was a Patron request. If you'd like me to write a fic for you or want me to add a particular kink in this story and read the next few chapters, consider signing up! My Patreon! I made this story longer than one single scene because I was having a lot of fun writing the ship and this way I get an opportunity to explore a lot of fun kinks! Because if there's one thing I am sure of, it's that Nymphadora Tonks is kinky.

Chapter 4 - Enter, Rita Skeeter

Content Warnings: Spanking, Bondage, Crying, Roleplay, Discipline. Susan let loose a breath she hadn't realized she was holding when the portrait of the Fat Lady swung out, revealing the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. It was a few minutes past midnight, and she had begun to fear that Harry had been caught up in something, or worse, had simply forgotten about her. Harry stepped out of the hole in the wall, looking back at someone she couldn’t see. “I’m famished. I didn’t even have dinner properly, so I’ll nip down to the kitchens for a quick bite!” Someone from inside shouted back something she didn’t catch, and Harry nodded. “Sure thing.” He paused and waited for the painting to swing back on its hinges before looking around, searching for the barely present shimmer that was the only thing that gave away his invisibility cloak. It was too dark and he gave up, opting instead to call her. “Susie?” he asked softly, looking around the hallway. She pulled the cloak down from her head, grinning at her boyfriend. “Surprise!” she whispered, and Harry whipped around in the direction of her voice, his face sporting an equally big smile. “Sorry, I’m late. Fred and George wouldn’t let me leave until I finished our game of exploding snap.” He pulled her towards him, wrapping his strong arms around her invisible body. “It’s okay,” she mumbled, nuzzling into his firm chest. I’d forgive you for just about anything if you hold me like this. “Where are we going?” While his arms around her were heavenly, there was always the small chance of someone walking out of the common room. She didn’t want his housemates to come across him hugging air and think he had gone off his rocker. “Well, bed.” Susan blushed. Her suspicions had been corrected. She was indeed about to share a bed for the very first time with her boyfriend. “Won’t Fred and George be suspicious if you return so soon? You told them you were going to the kitchens for a bite to eat.” “That was mostly for Hermione’s benefit. I’ll just tell her that I ran into Peeves on the sixth floor and didn’t want to deal with the menace, so I came back. Fred and George already know. Or, well, suspect,” Harry explained, the tips of his ears turning red. “That I’m sneaking up to your bed?” Susan squeaked, blushing hard. She had spent most of her time in Hogwarts as a good, obedient, and quiet student. She tried her best not to break any school rules and had ended up in detention only once in all four years of schooling. She was pretty sure she was about to toss the entire rulebook into the fire if she went up to his bed and the idea that people other than Harry knew about their plan scared her. “I had to ask them for a silencing ward. I told them it was because of Ron’s snoring, but they didn’t look convinced.” He frowned when she shivered. “Hey, relax, it’s Fred and George.” He brushed his lips against her forehead. Well, he has a point, Susan thought, nuzzling deeper into his chest. What I’m about to do is probably tame by their standards. “Ready?” Susan gave him a nervous nod. She pulled away, pulling the invisibility cloak back over her head.  Harry turned back to the Fat Lady, who gave him an exasperated look, “Well, lad, make up your mind! In, or, out?” “Don’t worry, I won’t be going anywhere till morning,” Harry reassured the woman, “Nox.” “Alright then.” She gave him another glare before swinging out, revealing the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room once more. Susan couldn’t help but wonder about all the secrets the paintings of the castle had gleaned in their time hanging on the walls. She carefully stepped through the hole behind Harry, taking great care to make sure she didn’t stumble and accidentally reveal her presence to anyone. She smiled as she looked around the cozy common room. It wasn’t that different from theirs, with the exception of the view. The Gryffindor Tower looked out at the grounds and the Great Lake, and the view was absolutely stunning. She stepped towards the large windows, entranced, nearly colliding with an excitable boy who had run up to Harry. “Colin, I’m really tired,” Harry said before the boy could open his mouth. “I promise I’ll tell you all about the Ceremony tomorrow, okay?” The mousy-haired boy nodded, reluctantly trudging back to his group of friends. She looked around the room nervously for Hermione, but her new friend had evidently gone up to bed. Fred and George were occupying a couch in one corner of the room and appeared to be engrossed in a serious conversation, not even noticing that Harry had returned. “Come on,” Harry whispered, turning and climbing up the steps that led to the Boys' Dormitories before anyone else had the chance to corner him. Susan followed, her heart hammering in her chest. The thumping was so loud that was sure the entire tower could hear it. Harry passed the first two doors, pushing open the third to reveal his large dormitory. She looked around the room, surprised by what she saw. She had expected to come across a messy room, similar to what she had seen the one time she had gone up to Justin’s dormitory. Harry’s was… a bit more varied. Two beds and the areas around them were rather chaotic, one even worse than Justin’s space had been. The other three, however, were spotless. All were empty, but she could hear the sound of running water and someone singing very badly in the bathroom attached to the room. She followed Harry to the bed closest to the window, silently standing in front of his nightstand while he pulled all the curtains around his bed, securing them with rope to ensure their privacy. He picked up a piece of parchment from the nightstand with an arcane symbol, sticking it to one of the curtains. “There. All set,” he said, moving to the edge of the bed. She pulled the cloak away from her head but didn’t drop it entirely. “Home Sweet Home,” he added, patting the space on the bed next to his. Susan moved to sit beside him, still clutching the invisibility cloak tightly around her body. “Is that the silencing ward?” she asked, looking at the piece of parchment. “Yep. The ropes are a Fred and George invention too. They can only be undone by the person who tied them, so there is no chance of us being disturbed till morning.” “When they start to sell these, they’re going to make a killing,” Susan murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. “They probably will. You can take the cloak off now.” Susan blushed. “Uhm… Alright. Can you close your eyes?” she asked, getting to her feet and turning to face him. “Why?” “I-I just tried something, okay? And… Please just close your eyes?” Susan begged. Harry smiled and nodded, closing his eyes. Susan took a deep breath. If someone was to describe her and her nature, they’d probably characterize her as the sweet, cute girl next door. She didn’t do ‘sexy’. She owned exactly two sets of lingerie (both of which she’d bought after they’d started sleeping together) and zero dresses that could be considered sexy or provocative. Her quest to find something for the night had hit a dead end until she had settled on an idea. She just wasn’t sure how Harry would react to it. She dropped the cloak and stepped forward until she was standing right in front of him. “I’ve been a bad student, Professor Potter. How will you punish me tonight?” she whispered, biting her lower lip between her teeth and trying her best to sound sultry. Harry opened his eyes, studying the sight in front of him with a mixture of shock and arousal. Susan had secured her long red hair into two pigtails, completing the ‘innocent’ look with no make-up except for a thin coat of muted red lipstick and mascara. She’d worn the school shirt from her first year that she had never gotten around to discarding. She had hit her final growth spurt in her second year, which meant the shirt barely fit her anymore. It left her midriff exposed, and she hadn’t even been able to button it up entirely, leaving ample amounts of her generous cleavage on display. Her large breasts strained against the thin white fabric, their outline clearly visible through the blouse. The shirt had been so tight that she had no choice but to forgo a bra and her burgeoning bosom swayed and bounced with even the slightest of movements. His eyes traveled lower, down to her skirt. It ended well above her knees, hugging her curves and thighs. It had taken her nearly fifteen minutes to squeeze into the skirt and it was tight enough that a clear outline of the thong she wore was visible through the dark cloth. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, taking his silence as a sign of disapproval. “This was the only thing in my closet that could remotely be considered ‘sexy’.” “Miss Bones. Come here,” Harry growled, his deep voice laced with lust. Susan shivered. It did things to her, that voice. She stepped closer, nervously twiddling her thumbs as she waited for him to continue. “A student, Miss Bones?” Harry asked, leaning towards the nightstand. Susan frowned. She supposed she looked more like a stripper than a ‘student’, but she had thought the school’s standard shirt and skirt would make guessing what she had dressed up as easy. Shit, I should have worn my Hufflepuff tie. Harry’s fingers dug around in the packet of candy rings Fred and George had given him to test, pulling out a ruby ring. “That’s not what you are, are you?” Susan remained confused until he took her hand, pushing the joke ring onto her ring finger. It was only then she understood what he meant, and her face turned a dark red at the realization that they were about to play out her most secret fantasy. A fantasy she had only revealed to Harry because she had misjudged the amount of firewhiskey she could handle (she was a lightweight, she knew that now), gotten drunk as a skunk, and had rambled all about the life she wanted with Harry while he tried to get her safely back to her common room. Susan suddenly found herself unable to speak, and simply shook her head in answer. “What are you?” Harry asked softly. He hadn’t let go of her hand, and the sight of their clasped hands and the new ring on her finger gave her the courage to speak up. One day, I’ll make sure this is more than just a fantasy. All she’d wanted as far as she could remember was to marry Harry and live a happy life in a small cottage with a big garden where she could grow her plants, study Herbology, and heal people. “I’m your naughty wife, sir,” Susan mumbled, shivering with anticipation. She blamed the fantasy on the ‘His Housemate’ series the popular writer C. Wainwritch had written. She had the entire series in her trunk, but she wasn’t the only one. She was pretty sure every witch in the castle had in their possession at least one book penned by the author. Her biggest kink had always been roleplaying as Harry’s wife and all the amazing fantasies that came with it. Well… after breeding, the voice in her head reminded her. “You disappoint me, Susan,” Harry whispered, pulling her into his lap. “I come home after a hard day of work to charred food.” “I was distracted, sir,” Susan answered. She squealed quietly when he pulled her down over his knees. She flushed at his chuckle. He had clearly discovered the damp spot staining her dark skirt. ‘One day, we’ll be married, and I’ll be naughty, and you’ll have to come home and discipline your wife.’ her drunk self had once told him. Maybe I need to get drunk more often, Susan mused. “Ah!” Harry had grabbed her wrists, roughly pulling her arms behind her back. He wrapped his own arm around her body to keep her safely on his lap as he leaned forward, grabbing a piece of rope from the nightstand. It was similar to the ones he had used to secure the curtains, and Susan knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere unless Harry wanted her to. Her wrists secured, Harry pushed one of his own legs over Susan’s, trapping them in place. “What were you distracted by, darling?” Harry asked, his hand pushing underneath her tight skirt. He grabbed the edge of her thong, pulling the flimsy underwear down to her knees. “I kept trying on different dresses, sir, for our special night. I completely lost track of time and forgot about the casserole in the oven, I’M SORRY!” She screamed the last part, her eyes going wide with a mixture of shock and pain at the hard slap delivered to her firm ass. “Do you think wives who make their husbands go to bed hungry deserve special nights?” Her skirt was too tight to push up to her waist, so he unbuttoned it and pulled it down her legs. “No, sir,” Susan mumbled, her pigtails whipping around as she shook her head. “What do they deserve?” “They deserve to be spanked with their hairbrush and sent straight to bed,” Susan whispered, moaning as another trickle of arousal seeped out of her glistening slit. “This is your first spanking, darling. Let’s start with my hand, yes?” Harry asked, breaking the immersion for a second. Susan nodded, her chest filled with a sudden swell of affection for her boyfriend. Even in their current state, his first concern was her safety and comfort. She wriggled on his lap, arching her back slightly to raise her pert ass in the air and towards his hand. “You disappoint me, Susan,” Harry growled again, studying the perfect curve of her pale, freckled globes. “It will be ten spanks, then straight to bed. You will count them out.” “Yes, sir.” Susan spread her legs slightly to give him an unobstructed view of her slick cunt. SMACK. Her cheekiness was rewarded by a gentle slap to her pussy. She lurched forward, groaning softly. “O-one,” she whispered, suddenly glad for the silencing ward. There was no way she could be quiet with the way he was treating her. SMACK. The next spank was harder and landed squarely in the middle of her left cheek. “T-two!” She shrieked as a bright red handprint bloomed on her freckled skin. SMACK. He switched to her other cheek. She buried her face in his lap, muffling her moan and the soft, “Three.” He paused, his fingers sinking into her creamy skin. He started to massage her stinging rump. “Are you okay?” Susan nodded, a lone tear leaking out of the corner of her eyes and tracing its way down her cheek. “Do you want me to stop?” Susan shook her head. Her ass was stinging, her face was red at the humiliation of being put across her ‘husband’s’ knee and… and she was having the time of her life. She wondered if she could convince him to make it a nightly ritual. She shuddered at the thought of being disciplined every time they were lucky enough to have an opportunity to sleep in the same bed. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. He brought his hand down to her cheeks without warning, spanking her with enough force to make her ass jiggle. She groaned into his trousers, her legs kicking in a futile effort to free themselves. Tears pricked her eyes as a sharp sting bloomed at the points of impact. Her cheeks were now a light pink. Harry paused, bending to place tender kisses on her abused globes as the stinging slowly subsided to a dull ache. “F-four… Five.” She hiccuped, tears now freely streaming down her face. “Six… s-s-seven.” “Nearly done. Have you learned your lesson?” His gentle massage contrasted perfectly with the deep ache she now felt in her core, making the entire experience heavenly. “I-I don’t think so, sir. Maybe you need to spank me every night for a week to make sure I do,” she answered cheekily. SMACK. A shrill shriek escaped her lips as his attention (and his palm) returned to her pussy. The blow had landed directly on her throbbing core and she thrashed on his lap. “E…eight,” she sobbed, staining his pants with her tears. Her mascara flowed freely down her cheeks along with her tears, leaving gorgeous black trails against her pale skin. “Two more.” Susan nodded, her mind singularly focused on the dull throbbing between her legs and making sure she didn’t get the count wrong. He finished with two light smacks to her ass, before spending the next several minutes massaging her bright red ass. “I’ll make sure to order some pain and bruising cream… If you want to do this again, that is,” he murmured. He removed his leg, grabbing her bound wrists to pull her up into a sitting position on his lap. She whined, the dull ache in her ass turning into a persistent throbbing at the sudden increase in pressure. “Did I bruise?” she asked, a huge grin plastered on her tear and mascara-stained face. “Lightly.” Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at the sight of her grin. “It was humiliating, my ass stings to high heaven, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to regret every step I take tomorrow…” She paused, before continuing shyly. “But I loved every second of it. I… I wouldn’t mind making it a thing we do regularly.” “Then I’ll order the creams. But for now,” She giggled as he wagged a finger sternly in front of her face, clearly intent on playing out the last part of her fantasy. “Bed.” Susan nodded, gently climbing off his lap once she was sure she had the strength to stand. “Come here darling, let me clean your face,” Harry said, looking up at her ruined makeup. Susan shook her head, taking a step away from him. “Leave it be. I want you to wake up and remember what you did to your poor girlfriend,” she teased with a bashful smile. “Let me at least undo the rope and take off that shirt so you can sleep comfortably.” Harry didn’t bother waiting for her answer. He got to his feet and walked over to her, a hand looping around her waist to her bound wrists. The rope fell off at his touch and she rotated her numb wrists. The shirt was off before she knew it. She trembled as his lust-filled eyes moved up and down her bare body. She had a feeling she would be sneaking out of the dormitory in the morning with his cum leaking out of her. “I… I can’t sleep naked,” she admitted. “ And I forgot to bring any other clothes with me.” “Don’t worry.” He popped open his trunk, pulling out his own nightshirt and pajamas, before handing her a spare shirt. “I don’t think my pants will fit you, sorry.” “That’s alright,” she said with a giggle, holding the shirt against her body. “This goes down to my knees.” He yawned. “I-I’m sorry. It’s been a long day and-” “Harry.” She quickly pulled the shirt over her head, then closed the distance, brushing her lips against his. “Take me to bed.” He smiled and nodded. She climbed into the warm bed, watching him change before he too joined her. She let him pull her against his chest, happily becoming the little spoon to his big one. “Goodnight,” she whispered as he pulled the blanket over their bodies. She passed out within seconds of her head hitting the pillow, having been more tired than she had realized. Susan awoke to the loud rattling of curtains, and the conspicuous absence of Harry’s warmth next to her. She opened her eyes, reluctantly pushing her sore body into a sitting position. She watched blearily as Harry undid the ropes in one corner of the bed, allowing Hermione to slip inside. “Harry, today isn’t the day to sleep in, you need to take a look at this,” Hermione growled the minute she had slipped inside, shoving a paper against his chest. “Whas going on?” Susan asked with a yawn, raising her arms above her head in an effort to stretch. “I-Susan?!” Hermione turned to the other girl in surprise. “You can scold us for breaking the rules later,” Harry said, his voice suddenly serious. “Susie, you need to see this.” He turned to the paper in her direction, pointing at the large headline printed at the top of the front page. ‘TRAGIC HERO SEPARATED FROM TRUE LOVE BY SCHEMING STUDENT AND HER INFLUENTIAL AUNT.’ ~Rita Skeeter All completed chapters of the story will be immediately published on my Patreon. So if you enjoy my writing and want to support it, check me out. 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Chapter 2 - The Perfect Dream

Chapter Specific Warnings: BJ, Semi-Public, Multiple Orgasms. “Enter,” Harry said, without looking up from the parchment on his desk. Being the Head of DMLE was no simple job, despite how easy Amelia Bones had made it look during her tenure. Filling his predecessor’s big boots and making her proud… that had been the hardest task of them all. Amelia did not cut anyone slack. Even the man she considered to be her own son. “Busy?” Harry grinned at the soft voice of his wife, finally looking away from the proposed law and up at the woman. “For you? Never.” “Good,” she replied, slipping into the office and shutting the door behind her. She was still in the lime-green robes that marked someone as a healer employed by St. Mungo’s, and had evidently popped down for a quick lunch with him. “Because I just had my appointment with Madame Deverioux…” Harry’s eyes widened. Madame Deverioux was the most celebrated healer specializing in fertility in all of Europe. They had been trying to get an appointment with her for weeks. “And?” Harry asked, his throat suddenly dry. “She made me a potion… and told me to find my husband and have him ride me like… ze stallioun,” Susan said, trying her best to sound like the French witch. “Right now?” Harry asked, his breath hitching. “She said to do it within the hour for best results,” Susan murmured. She unclasped her robe, letting it drop to the ground. Harry took his job seriously. Far too seriously in her opinion. She knew it would be a fight to get him to play hokey, and she had not come unarmed. She was completely naked underneath her robes. Well… not completely naked. She had on black stockings, a garter belt, and a set of see-through black lacy lingerie that struggled to cover much, if anything. In all honesty, her choice of attire and the subtle mascara and lipstick she had used to complete her look made her seem ten times hotter than if she had simply turned up naked. He had never seen her wear that particular set before, and he had a sneaking suspicion she had been saving it for a special occasion. Like today… “Well, who am I to argue with two of the smartest healers in all of Europe?” Harry murmured, his emerald orbs darkening with lust. Susan grinned. There was a click as she engaged the lock of his office, automatically turning on the soundproofing and privacy wards. She sauntered over to his desk, her broad hips swaying as she made her way to him. Her large, tear-drop-shaped breasts bounced with every step she took, her magnificent bosom straining against the small bra. He could see the slight sheen on the inside of her creamy thighs that let him know she was already as aroused as he was by the thought of what they were about to do. He pushed his chair further away from the desk, giving her ample space to squeeze in between his legs and the table. “My, Mr. Potter,” Susan whispered, licking her lips as she studied the large tent in his robes. He had long ago taken up wearing the baggiest trousers he could lay his hands on. Hermione teased him that he still wore Dudley’s pants, but it seemed like a prudent policy when one was married to someone as hot as Susan Bones. “Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she teased, cocking her head to one side. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulder, and his fingers itched to grab and pull on the fiery locks. “You tell me,” Harry whispered, letting her take the initiative. It was rare for him to want to give up any control, but there were occasions when all he wanted to do was bury his face in the most perfect pair of tits on the planet while she rode him. “I think it’s a problem. One that’s distracting you from work. I’ll be happy to take care of it,” Susan said, sinking to her knees. She plucked her wand from behind her ear, vanishing his robes with a quiet incantation. Harry raised his eyebrows. “Sorry… I’m a little impatient. You can punish me tonight, sir.” Susan bit her lower lip between her teeth, looking up at him with eyes full of sinful innocence. Harry grinned, his fingers burying in her hair. Years of being together meant that he didn’t need to speak to convey what he wanted her to do, that one simple action was enough. Susan smiled, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles together. “Ten years of being together, and I still haven’t gotten used to this,” she whispered, giggling as his huge cock sprang free and slapped her cheek. “Well, I hope you never get bored of it, because I’m pretty sure it’s the only reason you married me,” Harry teased. He spread his legs lazily, allowing her to crawl in between them. “Absolutely,” she teased back. She stuck her tongue out, swirling it around his sensitive tip and greedily lapping up the trickle of precum leaking from his engorged cockhead. She looked up at him with playful eyes as she brought her plump lips to the tip, giving it a chaste kiss. “I…. fuuuuck,” Harry whispered, groaning softly at the way she was toying with him. He decided playtime was over, burying both his hands in her hair and guiding her lips back down to his cock. Inch after inch of his shaft disappeared into her warm and welcoming mouth, their moans intermingling as his tip hit her throat. She gagged and drooled around his shaft but made no effort to stop him as he pushed her down on it further. Her hand gripped his thigh for leverage, the other moving to fondle and massage his cum-engorged balls, coaxing them to give up their precious load. Harry groaned as she made herself swallow his entire length, her tongue swirling around his veined cock, massaging every sensitive point she had discovered with practiced ease. He held her in place, her nose buried in his crotch as she squirmed and gagged, coating his entire length with her drool. It ran down the corner of her lips and chin, dripping down to her thighs. Messy sex was the best kind of sex. He released his hold on her after a minute of gagging and struggling, and she lunged away from him, his cock springing free of her lips with an audible POP! She gasped for breath, trying to wipe the drool off her face with the back of her hand, but only succeeded in smearing it further on her cheeks. He tried to guide her back to his cock but she resisted, slowly climbing up to her feet and pulling her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, moving closer to him. “I promise I’ll drop by again for lunch and you can finish ruining my face, sir,” she said, climbing onto his lap. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, guiding his tip to her wet slit as she mounted him. “But we have a mission today.” “And what mission is that?” Harry groaned as his tip sank into her warm core. Her hands gripped his shoulders for leverage as she lowered herself, slowly impaling her pussy with inch after inch of his cock. “Well, sir…” She moaned, the familiar dull ache returning to her core as her walls were stretched by his impressive girth. “I was once told I am perfect breeding bait,” she whispered. She gasped when he grabbed the strap of her bra, pulling it down her shoulder and freeing a beautifully formed breast. “Are you saying you deserve my seed?” “Y-yes,” Susan mumbled, her eyes fluttering shut. He captured her pebbled pink nub between his lips and began to suckle. “I-Unghn… Merhlin,” she rambled incoherently, as her breast released its treasure, squirting a trickle of sweet milk into his mouth. “I didn’t quite get that,” Harry said, his words muffled by her breast. He tugged the swollen teat with his teeth, drawing it deeper into his mouth before he began to suckle in earnest. Susan threw her head back, moaning loudly. She began to ride him, grunting as she pushed herself up, only for him to buck his hips and ram his cock back into her glistening pussy. She sank back down with him, before repeating the cycle. Again and again, all while he lapped up every drop of milk leaking out of her sensitive nub. “I am a very… very good breedslut,” Susan gasped, the position they were in causing her to feel him much deeper than she normally did. It was almost like he was pushing into her belly, making sure there was no other outcome than her getting pregnant. “I deserve your seed!” She keened. The potion had made her much more sensitive than normal, and she collapsed against his chest as she orgasmed. Her walls clamped around his shaft but trying to milk it was a futile effort. He wasn’t close, and while trying to deny her his cum was a futile fight, he would win this round. He got to his feet, carrying his limp wife the short distance to his desk. He laid her down on her back, bending her legs at the waist and pushing them up against her chest. He grabbed her ankles to pin her legs in place, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm. “Look at me,” he ordered as he hammered in and out of her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His balls thudded against her gorgeous ass with every thrust, a reminder of what her reward for obedience was. Her eyes fluttered open and she keened, her hand snaking between her legs. Her fingers pinched and massaged her clit, her panting and moans growing louder as her impending orgasm drew closer. “What do you want?” “Your seed. Every. Last. Drop. Of. It.” she whispered. “Harry, I-” Susan let loose a strangled scream as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced rocked her body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed on the desk, blacking out. It was futile to resist. Harry came within seconds of her orgasm, shuddering and groaning as he shot his load inside her. Harry Potter woke up on Sunday morning with a smile on his face, happier than he had been in months. He pulled his blanket away from his body, taking a second to glance at his ruined boxers and bedsheets. As far as wet dreams went… that one had been bloody amazing. He climbed out of bed, wondering how Professor Trelawney would interpret this particular dream of his should he share it with her. Death by orgasm? As far as deaths go, that’s right up there with dying in bed of old age, surrounded by my loved ones. He quickly stripped off his boxers, tossing them and the sheets into the laundry basket and changing into a different pair of shorts before pulling his curtains apart. His good mood soured somewhat at the sight of Ron’s empty bed. His best friend still refused to speak to him, and now seemed to be going to extreme lengths to avoid him. It doesn’t matter. I have Susan, he thought, giddy with excitement at the prospect of no longer having to hide in the shadows. They could eat meals together, partner up in classes, the possibilities were endless… He grabbed a clean set of clothes, made his way to the empty bathroom and quickly got ready for the day. He ignored the scattered hollering and applause in the Common Room, instead walking as quickly as he could to the portrait hole to avoid the Creevey brothers. He pushed it open and climbed out, nearly colliding with a surprised Hermione. “Ron’s down in the Great Hall and I presume you want to avoid drama so… I brought you this!” She held up the sandwich she was carrying. “It’s a beautiful day for a walk.” “Sounds perfect.” Harry grabbed the sandwich from her hands, biting into it. He had no desire to ruin what had been a perfect start to the day. “I just need a second to take someone with us,” Harry added as they walked down to the atrium, intending to nip into the Great Hall for a quick minute to ask Susan to join them. “Who?” Hermione asked curiously. Harry didn’t answer. He walked into the Great Hall, but he didn’t have to go far. Susan was striding in his direction with a resolute expression on her face. In full view of the entire school, she dramatically paused in front of him, leaned up on her toes, and kissed him. “I- What was that for?” Harry whispered, ignoring the excited hooting and catcalls from Fred and George. “Just proving a point to someone,” Susan whispered, pecking his cheek again. “It’s not important.” Harry locked eyes with Ron, his heart sinking at the look of utter fury on the boy’s face. “Hermione suggested a walk. Do you want to join us?” “I’d love to.” Susan slipped into his side, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together. They walked out of the Great Hall together, a bemused Hermione trailing behind them. “Do you two want to explain to me what just happened?” she asked, sounding equal parts confused and amused. “You’re not upset?” Harry asked, slowing down to let her catch up to them. “Why would I be upset? Because you’re regularly snogging someone by the looks of it? Oh, grow up. Since when?” “It’s been nearly a year now,” Susan answered, blushing at the casual way Hermione was treating their disclosure. Harry simply munched on his sandwich, glad that his best friend and girlfriend had no problem with each other. Things would have become much more complicated if that had been the case. “Why hide it? You didn’t even tell me or Ron,” Hermione asked as they walked towards the Great Lake. The Giant Squid lay on the banks, basking in the sun and twirling its tentacles to splash a trio of girls who had taken advantage of the rare warmth to go for a swim. “It’s complicated.” “Is there anything in your life that isn’t, Harry?” Hermione asked, before sighing. “This is just going to infuriate Ron more, you know that, right?” “What’s his problem? He can’t really think I entered my name?! There’s no way I could have, I was with-” “Me,” Susan finished, blushing furiously. “All night. He sneaked back into his dorms at dawn. None of it makes any sense.” “The green-eyed monster never makes sense,” Hermione said. When the two of them looked at her blankly, she sighed. “Jealousy. He’s jealous, Harry.” “Of what? The potential for grievous bodily harm and death?” Harry asked incredulously. Despite the warmth, Susan shuddered and tightened her hold on his hand. “You don’t have to give exams and get a thousand galleons if you win. The attention! The fame,” Hermione explained patiently. When Harry opened his mouth to argue, she added quickly, “Look, I’m not saying it’s right. I know you didn’t ask for any of this, and will happily trade it in for a quiet year of Hogsmeade dates with Susan. But he’s spent his life in a house with five older brothers. He’s always been overlooked. In school, his best friend is the most famous wizard of our generation! The spotlight is always on you, Harry, and now you go and become the school champion and get a gorgeous girlfriend to boot… I suppose it’s all a bit too much for him to bear.” “I suppose he’ll be satisfied when I’m lying somewhere, my neck broken,” Harry said darkly. He yelped at the sharp slap to his shoulder, turning to look at Susan’s furious face. “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, say that again Harry Potter,” she growled. “It’s not funny, Harry. I’ve tried to research the Triwizard Tournament, and after the Weighing of the Wands tonight, there’s no way for you to back out.” “My Auntie tried to get him pulled too. If the Head of the DMLE can’t manage it, there’s nothing we can do,” Susan said, sounding morose. “I think I know someone who might have an idea. A habitual rule breaker,” Hermione said, shooting Harry a meaningful glance. When he didn’t catch the hint, she added, “Padfoot. He needs to know what’s going on.” “You haven’t even told Sirius yet?” Susan asked, poking Harry in the shoulder. She ignored his yelp of protest, continuing to poke him, “Why?” “I was a bit preoccupied! And I didn’t want to worry him!” “He told you to keep him updated on everything! Especially after your scar hurt!” “Susie, he came back to the country because of a minor twinge! If I tell him someone entered me into the tournament against my will, he’ll probably turn up in the Great Hall demanding blood.” “Do you think he wouldn’t find out?!” “How would he even find out?” “Rita Skeeter arrived while I was eating breakfast, Harry. She’s going to publish a piece on the tournament and all the champions in the Daily Prophet. You’ll probably be front and center on tomorrow’s edition,” Susan said, rolling her eyes. She loved her boyfriend, but the man could be bloody obtuse and stubborn at times. “I think he’d rather know about it from his godson than the bloody papers.” “Fine. Fine. I’ll write to him,” Harry muttered, gently squeezing her hand. She let loose an annoyed huff, but squeezed his hand back, giving him a small smile. “Oi! Lovebirds!” Hermione shouted, smacking Harry’s other shoulder. “What?! And for the love of Merlin, can you two stop assaulting me?” Harry growled, frowning at Hermione. “She knows about Sirius?” “Don’t worry, I know he’s innocent. My lips are sealed.” “They met when he came to visit me before I traveled to the Burrow,” Harry explained. “He likes me. Calls me Shorty,” Susan giggled. “Alright then. Let’s go write him a letter and see if he has any good ideas,” Hermione said. The three of them returned to the castle, climbing up the stairs that led to the Owlery. Susan let go of Harry’s hand and walked over to Hedwig, petting the majestic owl. She hooted quietly, obviously enjoying the attention. Harry took the parchment, quill, and bottle of ink Hermione had pulled out of her satchel, quickly penning a letter to his godfather. Dear Padfoot, You told me to keep you updated about everything that’s going on at Hogwarts, so here goes - The Triwizard Tournament is taking place this year. The Goblet chose Cedric Diggory as the Hogwarts Champion, but then inexplicably, also chose me as a fourth champion. I did not put my name in the Goblet, and I do not know who did. Hermione sends her love and asks if you have a way out of this predicament. I hope you and Buckbeak are faring well. He glanced up at Susan. PS. Shorty sends her love too. We went public. Hope I can take her on proper dates now. Any suggestions for those would be welcome too. He quickly rolled up the parchment and attached it to Hedwig’s leg, watching as she flew out of the window, gliding in the air toward a destination unknown to him. “What now?” Harry asked. He had been told to report to the Charms Classroom at Five, but till then, his day was wide open. “Well,” Hermione said, “if they’re going to be assessing your wand, it might be a good idea to clean and polish it.” I wonder what advice Padfoot has? All completed chapters of the story will be immediately published on my Patreon. So if you enjoy my writing and want to support it, check me out. Patrons get access to chapters weeks before release, a vote in what ships/ideas/kinks I write in my stories and many more perks. My Patreon!

Chapter 5 - Re-Entry

Content Warnings: BJs, Cum Play, Petplay, Teasing, Butt Plugs, Collars. “There you are. I was about to floo Patricia for my five galleons.” Harry smiled at the haggard girl who had stumbled into his kitchen. He twirled around and began to whistle happily, pulling out another plate and setting it on the table for her. “Five galleons? What for?” Hermione asked. She ran a hand through her messy, bedraggled hair, wondering what his plans for the day were. Harry waved at the empty chairs arranged around the table, prompting her to sit while he worked on the next lot of scrambled eggs. “I thought I won the bet,” Harry answered. “What bet?” Hermione looked at the boxes that still occupied half the table curiously. They still hadn’t been opened and all she knew about their contents was that they were supposed to be her welcome presents. Does he give all his sugar babies special little bottles of shampoo? Suddenly realizing she had forgotten to pack toiletries from her apartment she grabbed a box and pulled it closer, hoping that nothing in the box had a vanilla scent. The smell of vanilla made her feel nauseous, which was ironic, given how much she liked a similarly flavored ice cream. “I bet her you’d run away after our first night together,” Harry muttered with a small smile. He pulled the pan over the two plates, the wooden spatula gently scraping against the dark steel of the pan as he divided the scrambled eggs equally between their two plates. “I feel like I should be really hurt by that statement. Is that how little you thought of me?” Hermione asked teasingly, watching him move around the kitchen from the corner of her eye, her attention solely focused on the carton in front of her. She grabbed the purple bow and undid it with ease, eager to see what the box held. “I mean…” Harry waved the spatula in the air, only to receive a playful scowl in response. “If you must know, I went back to my apartment to pack up the last of my things and to let my best friend and now ex-roommate know that I was still alive. I didn’t exactly tell her that I’d be spending the night with you and I didn’t want her to worry,” Hermione muttered, her eyes widening at the sight of the rare first edition textbooks of all the subjects in her coursework neatly stacked in the box that was charmed to be larger than it appeared. “They’re…” she croaked, running her fingers over the aged leather of their covers. “Yours,” Harry whispered, flicking off the stove. He walked over to the stunned girl and wrapped an arm around her, gently pulling her face into his chest. “Once I discovered your love for books from your interview I raced to prepare this box by grabbing books from my own library, the Potter family library and even getting a few from my friends.” “You raced around town collecting rare books? You?” “Well, I gave Stevens a list and asked him to do it, but let’s not get bogged down with the minutiae. After all, it’s the sentiment that counts,” Harry murmured, burying his face in her thick, shiny brown hair. She smelled of lilies. He shuddered as her slender arms stretched out and wrapped around his body, the girl turning into the impromptu hug. “Thank you,” Hermione whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Only the Weasley family had ever been this kind towards her… “I’m not used to stuff like this. But I can’t accept them,” she whispered, playing with the button of his crisp white shirt. She ignored the spark of disappointment in her chest when he pulled away. What was impossible to ignore was the sudden lack of warmth and her yearning to be as close to him as possible. “Why not?” Harry asked, pushing slices of bread into the toaster and popping out slices of perfectly toasted brown goodness. She wondered how he’d gotten so good at cooking. Surely a man of his stature could afford to hire a cook and a housekeeper? “This feels like above and beyond what a normal sugar daddy would do for their baby,” Hermione said, wistfully running her hands over the books once more. She really, really wanted them, but had no desire to take advantage of his kindness. “Our arrangement goes above and beyond what most sugar daddies ask of their babies. It’s a two way street, Miss Granger,” Harry replied, smearing butter on the slices of toast before piling two pieces on both their plates. He pulled the chair next to her and sat down on it. “I guess I don’t feel like I’ve done anything to earn it, I guess,” Hermione whispered, sheepishly climbing into his lap when he silently patted his thighs. She had no idea how she knew that was what he wanted, but he clearly appeared pleased. She gave him a shy smile and wiggled her bum on his lap, settling herself into a comfortable position. “Hermione, for the first time in… years,” Harry whispered, picking up the fork on her plate and slowly starting to feed her the delicious eggs. She nearly moaned as the first morsel entered her mouth. Fuck. Can someone get a foodgasm?! “and so I… darling, are you listening?” Harry asked, playfully smacking her breast with his free hand. This time around there was no stopping Hermione’s moan. “I-oh! Yes! Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, her cheeks darkening. “Liar,” Harry hissed. “A tanned ass should get rid of all these bad habits, Miss Granger,” Harry teased, resuming feeding the ravenous girl her breakfast. “I didn’t know I had more than one, sir,” Hermione replied cheekily. She accepted the toast he offered, glad to have something to occupy her hands and mouth with. She arched her back to press her breasts into his waiting hand as she nibbled on the toast, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers sank into her soft flesh. “You disappeared without telling me this morning. Your bed was empty, the playroom and your bathroom were deserted. To make matters worse, your suitcase was still in the living room so I presumed the worst. I thought now that you’d seen the real me… I disgusted you,” he whispered. The hurt in his voice caused her heart to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. If she had thought she wasn’t worthy of the books before, she was now certain of that fact. She had agreed to a contract that asked her to kneel by his bed and greet him when he woke up. What had she done after everything he had done for her? Slunk off to regale her best friend with boasts of their night together so the secretly vain part of her could prove Ginny wrong. ‘Sex work isn’t for everyone. The Girlfriend Experience is even harder to pull off. I don’t think you can do it, Hermione.’ Guess what, Gin? You were right again. It’s day one and I’m already the worst sugar baby in the world, she thought bitterly. “I’m sorry. I keep screwing everything up. I’m so sorry,” Hermione whispered, tears streaming down her face. It was as if years of repressed trauma had suddenly decided to make an appearance and she angrily wiped her cheeks, determined not to make a bad situation worse by having a breakdown in his house on his lap. He’s paying for sexy, not sad and pathetic. “Everything?” Harry asked, utterly confused. His eyes widened in alarm at the sound of the first sob and he abandoned breakfast and playing with her boobs in favor of wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into the tightest hug imaginable. “It’s okay, princess. It’s okay. I’m here. You didn’t screw anything up. Everything is fine,” he whispered, gently rocking them on the chair. “You’re not angry?” Hermione asked through her tears. They were still streaming down her round cheeks in an unstoppable torrent, staining his pristine white shirt in the process. Yet another thing I destroyed. My home. My family. Daddy’s shirt. Story of my life. “I’m furious.” Hermione nodded and tried to wiggle out of his hold so she could collect her things and leave without making a fuss, but he didn’t let go, making any movement impossible. “A dominant doesn’t replace their submissive every time she makes a mistake, darling,” Harry whispered, gently rubbing her chest as her sobs slowly petered out. “If we did, we’d all run out of submissives in a week. If you screw up, I punish you. I don’t stop caring for you.” “Even if it’s a really big mistake?” “Even if it’s a really big mistake. For those epic fuck-ups, say for example, disappearing the entire morning without a note and driving me out of my mind with worry, I will bend you over our beautiful dining table, take off my belt and make sure you can’t sit on any hard surfaces for a week. I won’t throw you out on the street,” Harry whispered, loosening his hold on her only to cup her cheeks and tilt her face up in his direction. “Ever?” Hermione asked, her warm brown eyes wide and vulnerable. “Ever,” he promised, before grinning and attacking her face with his lips. He peppered her wet cheeks with kisses, playfully licking away the last of her tears. “Siiiiiiir,” Hermione squealed, twisting and thrashing to escape the oncoming barrage of affection. “No! I haven’t brushed!” she exclaimed, turning around in his hold to stop him from kissing her lips. “Miss Granger, I know you are a virgin but-” “WAS,” Hermione interjected, cutting him off. “I have been reliably informed I got dicked down to within an inch of my life last night,” she continued, her fingers running over one of the other two boxes. “Is that so?” Harry raised an eyebrow in amusement. “That is the general consensus, yes,” Hermione replied with a grin. She pulled the unopened boxes towards her. Both were smaller than the first one. Which, if she was being honest, was a relief because she didn’t think she could handle any more extravagant gifts. “Why don’t you open them?” Hermione nodded and undid both their bows before pushing aside the lid of the box on the right. She picked up the Credit Card and the small money pouch, turning to him in confusion. “For you. The card for muggle expenses. The pouch is linked to my personal Gringotts account. There are also some promissory notes in the box that are backed up by the Potter Family Accounts and should work anywhere in Diagon Alley.” Fuck. “I… I thought I was going to receive a set amount each week,” Hermione whispered hoarsely, running her numb fingers over the card. Why was he being so kind to her? “I’m a busy man, Miss Granger, and you’re not a small child to whom I dole out pocket money. I can think of a thousand better ways to spend our Sundays together. One of which, ironically, involves you giving me an account of all your spending that week while you’re being edged.” “Do you do this for all your sugar babies?” Hermione asked, still unable to believe the deluge of gifts from him. She was almost afraid to open the final box. Given the way things are going, I bet it's a diamond necklace, she thought deliriously. “Only the ones I trusted to be judicious with money. I trust you completely, Mione. Don’t ask me why, but I get the feeling that in another life, you and I would have been the closest of friends,” Harry murmured, kissing her cheek. “I won’t be wasteful,” Hermione promised. “I know you won’t. Why don’t you open the third box so we can get to clearing the table?” “It’s not an insanely expensive diamond necklace, is it?” “I like you, Miss Granger,” Harry said in an amused tone. “But not that much.” Hermione giggled and opened the third box, her mouth falling open in surprise once more. It was something entirely unexpected. “It’s your starter kit. To begin your training,” Harry explained, resting his chin on her shoulder. He watched her study the contents of the box with wide eyes, the girl taking her time to inspect every item and toy in it. “To be your perfect submissive?” Hermione asked, tracing the scarlet and brown collar. The soft leather sunk under the slightest pressure of her finger. It was exquisite craftsmanship, and she had to wonder if he had a special starter set made for every sugar baby. She was certain the emerald set in the pommel of the butt plug was the real deal. It matches the color of his eyes. A piece of him on her body, everywhere she went. The thought of it made her giddy with excitement. “Yes. Once I put them on you, you can only take them off with my permission.” Hermione nodded. “I understand. Can we do it now?” “Now?” Harry asked. “You’ll need to take off half the stuff to shower, little one. Why don’t we wait until after your bath?” “Please?” Hermione begged quietly, tilting her head to look up at him with the cutest puppy eyes she could muster. “I like the symbolism. You accepted me emotionally. This seals the deal physically.” “Hard to argue with that logic, kitten.” Harry laughed at her excited fist pump. “You really want this. May I ask why?” Hermione shrugged. “I’ve always been an outcast. It feels nice to finally belong.” “Even if it's to someone?” “You keep saying I’m yours, sir, but I don’t see your collar around my neck,” Hermione teased, tilting her head further to accentuate her bare neck. Harry rolled his eyes. “One of these days I’m going to get fed up with you talking back and gag you for an entire day for some blessed silence,” he scolded with a fond smile. “Now get off my lap and go stand by the other end of the table, kitten.” Hermione grinned and hopped off his lap, squealing as he grabbed the opportunity when it presented itself and spanked her ass. “Hey! No fair!” “That disobedient ass is mine, Miss Granger. You’re lucky I don’t drag it to the office and spank you right in front of the potential investors I’m meeting today,” Harry growled, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “Maybe you should,” Hermione shot back, wiping off the last of her tears with her sleeve. She bent over the heavy oak table, arching her back as much as she could. Her round ass was raised high in the air, the old, too-small-for-her skirt hugging her curves and leaving nothing to imagination. Including the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I bet they’ll take one look at this cute tush and give you double what you’re asking for.” She wasn’t sure where her courage was coming from. With him, she didn’t feel like awkward, bookish Hermione anymore. He made her feel smart and sexy, a gorgeous goddess to be worshipped and fucked into oblivion. “And where are your panties, Miss Granger?” Harry asked, dragging the box of goodies with him as he made his way over to her. “My office has a very strict dress code.” “Oh no!” Hermione batted her thick eyelashes innocently. She pushed her finger between her pink lips, making sure he could see her suck on the digit. “I seem to have forgotten them today. Please, sir, I’ll do anything! I really need this job.” If they were going to roleplay, she was going to go all in. Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion before breaking out into a grin as he cottoned on to what she was doing. “If you still want to be my secretary, Miss Granger,” Harry murmured, slowly pulling up her skirt and tucking it into its own waistband, leaving her bare for him from her hips to her soles. “You’ll need to break a few rules.” “I can’t break any more rules, sir!” Hermione squealed, pretending to be distressed. “Because then I’ll have to perform more favors for those broken rules and those favors might break other rules. I’ll be trapped in a never ending cycle!” “Are you opposed to being… trapped with me?” Harry whispered. He didn’t waste any time, his fingers making a beeline for her wet slit. She was about to say yes when his finger started to trace the rim of her pussy, teasing her with the barest of simulation. “N-nooooo,” she moaned. “Fuck! Keep me here forever, sir!” “Now that’s the kind of spirit we look for in this company, Miss Granger,” Harry grinned, pulling out the bottle of lube from the box with his free hand. “I’m a team player, sir,” Hermione smiled coyly, rutting her hips against the table partly to force his finger inside her needy womanhood and partly to clap her firm asscheeks together for his viewing pleasure. “And what if I don’t like to share?” Harry ignored her disappointed groan as he pulled his hand away from her pussy, using it instead to spread her cheeks and expose her tight, puckered hole. “Then I’m happy to inform you that I’m also a massive suck-up to those in positions of authority. Both literally and figuratively,” Hermione answered cheekily, looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. “O-oh! That’s warm!” she exclaimed in surprise, clenching her muscles reflexively as the warm liquid dribbled down her ass. “Fantastic, isn’t it?” Harry asked, picking up the tiny butt plug. “Mhm!” Hermione nodded, a steady trickle of her arousal now tracing its way down her slender legs. “It’s why I’m such an eager investor in Fred and George’s store. Nearly everything they dream up is absolutely amazing,” Harry murmured, gently pushing the plug into her tight asshole. Her walls immediately resisted against the intrusion and she trembled with panic, convinced her stupid body would ruin this moment for them. “Relax, kitten,” Harry whispered, resting his free hand on her back. He pushed her loose blouse up to her neck, gently rubbing her bare skin to reassure her. “The more you panic, the harder this will be. Do you trust me?” “Yes, sir,” Hermione whispered, closing her eyes as she felt herself floating away in that headspace where she felt oh-so free. I’m his princess, she reminded herself. Harry would take care of her. “Then let loose and relax,” Harry murmured, pushing the cold metal tip of the plug against her puckered hole once more. “Yes, sir,” Hermione mumbled, her body now feeling like Jell-O. “Oh, god!” she groaned as he slipped the plug inside her ass, only the emerald visible in between her buttcheeks. “I feel like I ate a ten-course meal,” Hermione mumbled, reaching back to feel the gem. “So full.” “One day, you’re going to say that when I stuff that tight little hole with my cock,” Harry teased, causing her to shiver in anticipation. “Pl-please,” she stuttered, begging for relief when he grabbed a bunchful of her hair and pulled her up against his chest. “Please what?” Harry murmured, fishing out the collar from the box. It had a small plaque dangling from it that declared her ‘Harry’s Princess’, a title that made her quiver with excitement. “Use your big girl words, kitten.” He wrapped the soft leather around her slender neck, officially collaring her and claiming her as his. She wondered if she’d ever have the confidence or courage to have him collar her in front of an audience. “It’s been charmed to appear like an ordinary necklace to muggles. For visits to the magical world, you can wear the choker,” Harry whispered, nodding to the simple band of emerald green that lay in the box. Hermione nodded, too overwhelmed to be able to speak. Harry picked up the next item from the box, a small case containing two strange silver bars. “Piercings,” Harry whispered, nodding to her bare breasts. Her rosy peaks had hardened due to a combination of her arousal and the cold morning air and his cock twitched at the thought of spending an afternoon lazily sucking on them. He pushed the thought from his mind, reminding himself that he had to teach her the basics of petplay before they tried anything as kinky as hucow play. She shook her head, finally mustering the will to speak through the delightful haze that had settled on her mind. “No, please,” she whispered, raising her hand and weakly grabbing his wrist to stop him. “They’re just temporary, kitten. Charmed to slip around your nipples and charmed to fall off with a single click.” “I want the real deal,” Hermione whispered shyly. “Mione are you-” “Don’t ask me if I’m sure, sir,” Hermione murmured, pressing her ass against his rock-hard cock and slowly shifting until he could feel the hard jewel of her plug rubbing against his tip through his trousers. A reminder of the lengths she had gone to be his perfect pet, and the lengths she was still willing to go to. “I’m an overthinker. It’s what I do. I’ve wanted piercings ever since Lavender showed me hers in the Seventh Year. I never had the courage or the money to get them, but now, getting them for such a special occasion… getting them for you, it feels like it was meant to be,” Hermione whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. She twisted in his hold, deciding to worship his body as best she could. She peppered his tanned neck with kisses as he tossed the fake piercings back into the box. “I’ll schedule an appointment and take you, princess.” “Thank you, sir,” Hermione breathed. “What’re the two vials for?” she asked, unable to help her curiosity. “The Nekomini Experience and the Hucow Experience. Just two fun little things I cooked up in our lab on a slow afternoon,” Harry murmured, biting her lower lip to stifle his groans. “F-fuck, Mione, you need to stop,” he whispered, his manhood now throbbing as a result of her incessant grinding. “Don’t worry, sir,” Hermione murmured, bouncing on his cock. She dry-humped him as best she could given their positions but resolved to finish him off by going down on him as soon as he relaxed enough to loosen his grip. “I’ll take care of you before you leave. I’ll be quick. We can’t have such an important man going to work frustrated,” she said, looking at him playfully. “Princess, sometimes… shit… that feels so good,” Harry whispered, his lips parted in a low groan. “You give me whiplash…” “Sometimes I give myself whiplash,” Hermione whispered, twisting out of his grip and sinking to her knees. “There’s this playful goddess buried underneath all the trauma and she only feels safe coming out around you. But sometimes she gets shy and you have to coax her back out,” Hermione whispered, unzipping his bespoke trousers. She leaned forward when she pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles, moaning in delight as his throbbing manhood sprang free and slammed against her chin. “I… I don’t think that’ll ever get old,” she gasped, reaching up to feel the precum staining her cheek. Harry buried his hands in her hair but let her be in the driver’s seat. She had decided this was to be her first act of service as his collared pet and he was curious to see how she’d fare. She dived in without hesitation, the pleasant haze of her Subspace eliminating any inhibitions or shyness she otherwise might have had. “I… I think I like this playful goddess. Oh god!” Harry groaned, his hold in her hair tightening. His nails left thin trails on her scalp as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and impaled herself on his cock without any prelude. The sting of the scratches only heightened her state of mind and she let herself give in to the frenzy until a single thought remained. Must. Please. Him, she thought, choking around his veiny shaft as his tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged, looking up at him through lidded eyes and silently begging for help in her task. No help was forthcoming. “Remember what I taught you,” Harry whispered, caressing her hair. “Relax. If you need something to occupy your hands, try my balls,” he advised. Hermione glanced at the hands trying to push his thighs away in a futile effort to rebel against her own mind. “I’ll happily train your throat every day, kitten, but you started this as an act of service and this is how you must finish it. Do you want to safeword?” Harry asked kindly. Hermione glared at him, her face morphing into an expression of determination. She took a deep breath, moved her hands to the cum-engorged orbs hanging below his massive cock and began to sink down on his shaft once more, all while making sure she didn’t take her eyes off of her dominant. “H-oly… ohhhhh!” Harry groaned as Hermione forced herself down on his entire length. She buried her nose in his crotch, gagging and drooling uncontrollably around his manhood, thick trails of her saliva coating his cock. Some of it even flew around and slammed onto her nose and forehead. Even then she did not relent, continuing to look up at her Harry with pure adoration as she worshiped his cock. “F… fuck… what’s gotten into you?” Harry groaned, pulling on her hair harshly. She moaned around his cock at the sudden sting, the sound causing her throat to flutter around his shaft. “Oh god, please,” he mumbled, unable to believe his inexperienced sugar baby was seconds away from causing him to lose control for the first time in his life. Who needed technique when they had enthusiasm like hers? Hermione pulled away for air, slowly running her tongue over her saliva-coated, swollen lips. “I want to worship you,” she declared hoarsely, rolling his balls between her fingers. “I want you to remember me whenever you look at a woman,” she growled. “So take me. Fuck me. Claim me!” That was the last straw for Harry. His determination and legendary self-control finally broke, the man using his grip in her hair to push her back down on his cock. Hermione hummed around his shaft as fucked her face, swirling her tongue around his throbbing veins as his tip hit the back of her throat with every thrust, eliciting her gag reflex. She was drooling uncontrollably, the ruthless pace causing her drool to fly around and slam into everything from his perfect abs to her heaving breasts. Her face was an utter mess, what little makeup that remained now running down her cheeks and intermingling with his precum and her own saliva. “You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine!” Harry roared as they locked eyes, both pairs carrying in them the same burning determination. She squeezed his balls, causing a strangled gasp to escape his throat. Harry pushed deep inside her one last time, holding her with her nose pushed up against his crotch as he exploded in her. Hermione swallowed as best she could, but the amount was still too much for her enthusiastic (but still inexperienced) mouth and Harry pulled her free of his cock when she choked. He finished on her face, grinning when she tilted her head up to ensure she caught all of his seed. If she couldn’t have it in her, she sure as hell wanted to make sure it ended up ON her. “You’re a marvel, Hermione Granger,” Harry whispered, looking at the mess of a girl kneeling under his table with a mixture of adoration and admiration. “You know, that’s the first time someone has given me a compliment that doesn’t involve homework or books,” Hermione murmured hoarsely, closing her eyes as the last rope of his cum coated her face diagonally from forehead to jaw. “Thank you, sir.” “Thank you, princess,” Harry murmured, reaching out for his wand to clean himself. He pushed the part of his shirt that had ridden up back down, before bending to pull his trousers back up. “Can I just sit here for a bit?” Hermione asked, glad he hadn’t taken it on himself to clean her. She liked what she was feeling and wanted to capture it for as long as possible. “Yes. As long as you finish unpacking your stuff by the time I get back. Your new term starts from next week and I want you ready with everything.” Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir. Have a good day at work,” she said with a radiant smile. Harry responded with a grin of his own. “With a morning like this? I’m about to have a fantastic day.” With a pat to her head he left for work, whistling a happy tune and leaving his new kitten to her cum-soaked nook under the table and her fantasies. August was rough for me but I am now back to consistent uploads both here and on Patreon! You can read the next few chapters there immediately and request what kinks you'd like to see in this story! My Patreon!

Chapter 3 - Expulsion? Or Death?

If she had a heart, she was sure it would have stopped by now. They had tried to prepare for every eventuality, but could one really prepare for a creature twice the size of the knight bus trying to rip you in half? Judging by Potter’s performance, she didn’t think so. In the interest of complete fairness, he was doing much better than the other champions, all while facing the worst dragon of the lot. He’d helped Diggory, and what was the reward for his compassion? Having to face a rampaging Hungarian Horntail while the Hufflepuff got away with squaring off against the tamest of all four dragons. Her… friend… fake boyfriend… something… truly had the worst luck. Just goes to show that no good deed goes unpunished, she thought grumpily, forcing herself to watch as the boy dodged around the makeshift arena. He weaved through the space between the large boulders, trying to avoid being cooked alive by dragon fire. “If you die after making me a social pariah, I swear to Merlin I’ll bring you back to life just so I can kill you again Potter,” she mumbled, glaring at the Weasley twins for daring to look back at her. They simply smirked and winked before returning their attention to the fight unfolding below them. The gall of Gryffindors. She might just kill Potter even if he did survive the task. He had blabbed. He had to have blabbed. There was no other way for that vile woman to know the exact details of their conversation with Karkaroff and print them on the front page for all to read. But if he told someone, the annoying rational voice in her head spoke up, why didn’t she expose the fact that the two of you were just pretending to be a couple? “Because,” she mumbled, “writing about Romeo and Juliet is going to get her far more readers than a stale expose. I mean, would anyone even be surprised a Triwizard Champion is cheating?” “Are you talking to yourself?” Hermione whispered, sounding about as tense as she felt. “Yes, Granger. I’m losing my mind,” Daphne hissed back. “Glad I’m not the only one.” Being mad at Potter for something that probably wasn’t even his fault would have been so much easier if her two new friends hadn’t been so nice to her. The forced separation of Gryffindors and Slytherins was finally starting to make sense. It’d be a lot harder for her classmates to hate them if they knew they were just idiots. Goofy, kind, brave, and absolutely moronic idiots. And they? If Potter and Granger were any indication, they’d warm to the Slytherins once they realized not all of them were stuck-up, pompous, evil gits. Perhaps a healthy rivalry would forever exist, but she doubted a section of the stands would have cheered when a champion from their own school got mauled by a dragon.  She could not watch. His shoulder was torn open, and he was bleeding. She was going to be sick. Why aren’t you summoning your broom? What in Merlin’s name was he waiting for? “You’re so close,” Hermione hissed, her nails digging into the skin of her cheeks. She too, Daphne presumed, was forcing herself to watch the travesty unfold below them. Close to what? The nest is meters away from him! “Did the two of you change the plan without telling me?” She hadn’t meant to sound so accusatory, but since she had basically tied her fortune and future to Harry Potter’s continued survival, she felt she more than deserved an answer. She had some skin in the game, after all. “What? No,” Hermione hissed. “He can’t do wandless magic yet. Not on purpose. Especially not to cast a spell he’s spent just two weeks learning.” Wandless magic? It wasn’t even in the plan she had laid out! Get into the arena. Check, she mentally noted. Climb up to the highest point in said arena and summon his broom. Slightly derailed by a spiked tail slamming into Potter’s shoulder, but still salvageable. Why isn’t he trying to climb up again? She thought, her eyes widening when she finally spotted it. The thin strip of wood was lodged between two rocks by the dragon’s right foot, probably knocked out of Potter’s hand when he’d been hit by the tail. He didn’t know how to do wandless magic. Merlin’s balls, not even Granger or I can do wandless magic yet. All the dragon had to do was take a step, and Harry Potter would be consigned to certain death. She was nauseated again, her stomach roiling as she bit her lower lip in worry. She could not watch, yet she forced herself to. Her hands gripped the edge of her seat, nails digging into the wood, causing tiny splinters to break off and embed themselves into her skin. She could not bring herself to care. He was moving closer, closer to both the dragon and his wand. It seemed destiny had decreed that her new friend would find salvation only by running headfirst into mortal danger. She groaned quietly as he ducked behind the last remaining rock between himself and the dragon, the creature blanketing the boulder with flame hot enough to melt steel. She turned to look at the judge’s stand, scowling at the impassive expression on their Headmaster’s face. Uncaring. Unkind. Unworthy. At least Professor Snape cared about the students he liked. If Potter really is his Golden Boy, I’m a unicorn. The man doesn’t care about anyone, she thought, snapping her head back to its original position at the sound of loud groans around her. Even the continuously chattering redheads in front of her had fallen silent. Her eyes frantically searched the arena, her heart sinking into her stomach when she realized the dragon now stood where he had been moments ago, the crunching sound of her jaws crushing something reverberating around the unnaturally silent arena. She stumbled out of her seat, not caring to stick around and see what happened next. A hand clamped to her mouth she fled, stumbling down the steps in a daze. She collapsed on the damp grass of the grounds around the stadium, gasping as she desperately tried to make sense of what had happened. It had always been a fool’s hope, the unkind voice in her head reminded her. A tempest of emotions swirled within her, threatening to drown the exhausted girl. Grief, for a new friend she’d never thought she’d make. Fury, at herself for getting attached. Incandescent rage, at the man who could have stopped it all, but didn’t lift a finger to protect or help his student. She got up, deciding to snag a bottle of firewhiskey on her way to bed. Cheering. Why are the fuckers cheering? I swear, if this is Malfoy- She turned back to the stadium just in time to catch a glimpse of the broomstick shoot through the stands, the magically fortified wood making quick work of any obstacle in its way. She paused, frozen in shock. The exhaustion of the past two weeks and the excitement of the day itself finally took their toll, and Daphne stayed rooted to the ground, staring at the clear skies as her brain tried to make sense of what was happening. The man is a bloody cat. I swear he has nine lives, she thought watching him dart into the skies followed by the dragon. The dragon roared and snapped its jaws shut once more, a futile exercise. Its roar, however, did spur her into action, and she turned, running after the dragon and the boy it was chasing, trying to keep up as best she could. She didn’t know what possessed her to act so recklessly, but careful meticulous planning had gone out the window ever since she’d acted on her impulse and first approached Harry Potter in the library all those days ago. Now it appeared that she had transitioned to working on gut feeling, and right now it very much wanted to help Harry Potter. “Wonderful,” she gasped, stumbling through the grounds. While she was much more conscious of physical fitness and agility than most of her Pureblood counterparts, there was no way she could have kept up with a man on a broomstick or the dragon chasing him. Yet, she persisted, every muscle in her legs burning. She looked up as she ran into the castle courtyard, watching as the dragon chased him around one of the towers. Harry Potter was an amazing flyer. Perhaps the best the school had to offer in a generation. She stood in the courtyard, hunched over, hands on her thighs, watching him try to disorient the dragon. There was almost something hypnotic about the way he looped around the spires and through the tiny windows, the dragon growing visibly frustrated at the futile chase. She watched, eyes wide as the Horntail slammed her tail into the Astronomy Tower, sending the top half of its roof plummeting to the ground. Stone, metal, and tiles slammed into the ground inches away from her, finally spurring her into action. She leaped in the opposite direction, trying to put as much distance between herself and the falling debris. Dust swirled around her, obscuring her view of the boy and the dragon chasing him. The dragon appeared to be sending a message to its would-be prey. No more games. She pulled out her wand, ignoring the burning in her lungs. He was faster and infinitely more nimble than the dragon. He could complete the task. All he needed was for the dragon to be distracted for a few minutes. She could give him that. She stumbled out of the dust cloud, coughing and squinting her watery eyes as she turned her head back towards the skies, trying to spot the duo. He was leading the dragon away from the castle and back towards the stadium, probably worried about hurting the odd soul who had decided to skip watching the task. Why? Why do you have that stupid hero complex? Use the castle to your advantage! She didn’t waste her time trying to get him to change course. It was futile. He was probably too far away for her to reach, and she was already struggling to breathe. Instead, she raised her wand, shooting the nastiest hex she could think of at the dragon. While the curse did not cover the great beast in boils, it did hit her squarely in the jaw and get her attention. Mission accomplished. It was only then that the girl realized the extent of her mistake. She was standing all alone in the middle of an empty field that offered exactly zero places to hide and had just drawn the attention of a very angry dragon towards her. She turned to look back at the castle and the rubble-filled courtyard, then at the lake in front of her. Expulsion or Death? She had only seconds to decide. In the end, she chose the possibility of a painful death as the less horrifying option, sprinting towards the lake as fast as she could. The dragon had completely changed course, apparently having decided to pursue the easier prey. She roared, and Daphne prayed to Morgana to make sure Potter wouldn’t look back and think to try and rescue her instead of completing the task. The messy bun she had secured her hair in collapsed as she ran, golden tresses flying everywhere, obscuring her vision and making it hard to see where she was running to. It didn’t matter. The lake was in front of her, and she had to get in before the dragon caught up with her. She didn’t stop, and she didn’t give in to the temptation to look back and see where the dragon was. The roars and the heat from the flames that occasionally coated the land behind her were proof enough that she was close by. Daphne had had a sizable head start, but she wondered if it was enough to reach the lake before the dragon caught up with her. If I die helping a Gryffindor, they’ll probably put up a portrait of me in the Common Room as the worst Slytherin ever to exist. She could feel her feet sink into the wet sand of the beach by the lake just as the dragon unleashed another torrent of fire behind her, finally close enough to singe the back of her legs. She didn’t pause to think, simply took a deep breath and jumped into the frigid waters of the lake, trying to dive as deep as she could. She’d bought Potter a few minutes, and for someone as good with a broom as he was, it was enough. She began to swim upwards once the dragon’s roars grew fainter, the mother evidently having realized that she’d lost her prey, her maternal instincts prompting her to return back to protect her nest. Daphne clambered out of the lake and collapsed on the shore, too exhausted to do anything for a fair few minutes. She was soaked, bleeding, and burnt, all for a boy she wasn’t even friends with at the start of the month. “This is the last time I act on one of my idiotic impulses,” she mumbled, ignoring her injuries in favor of walking back to the stadium as fast as she could. The roaring had stopped, and the dragon was nowhere in sight. It could only mean one of two things… She stumbled through the entrance, dimly registering the cheering crowd. Potter was standing in the arena, now thankfully devoid of the dragon. All this for a fucking golden egg? She thought, studying the item he had cradled in his arms. She turned to the judges as the clapping increased in tempo, watching Crouch form a ten using the golden ribbons he had conjured from his wand. Yeah, you better give him a ten you ill-tempered ass. He’s earned it. Potter wasn’t watching the judges, however. His eyes searched the stands until they finally landed on her. He smiled, which she responded to with a small nod. She turned to look at judges to see how the rest had scored him, only for her knees to buckle, her head swimming. The dizzy girl leaned against a pillar, her body refusing to cooperate as the adrenaline that had kept her going for the past fifteen minutes finally ran out. She could feel a pair of arms wrap around her, helping her into one of the changing rooms. And then, darkness. I did say Daphne had a mouth on her. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

Chapter 1 - The Triwizard Tournament

Content Warnings: Semi-Public, Breeding. Prologue Worried sea-green eyes studied Harry as the dejected boy trudged through the library. Everyone visibly recoiled when he passed their table. Their behavior disgusted Susan. All he’d done was seemingly talk to a snake. A snake conjured by Draco Malfoy of all people. Now everyone seemed to believe he was the one behind all the attacks in the castle. “I’m just saying, only a wizard with truly dark powers could defeat You-Know-Who,” Justin Finch-Fletchley proclaimed loudly as Harry passed their table. Susan frowned when she saw Harry flinch visibly, and he skipped the table next to theirs in favor of the one in the very corner, as far away from everyone as he could manage. Justin’s pompous know-it-all attitude irritated her on most days, today, she found it downright disgusting. “I suppose that means Professor Dumbledore is the greatest dark wizard of our time?!” Susan snarled, angrily pushing her chair away from the desk and getting up. She ignored the reproachful look Madame Pince shot in her direction and the confused looks of her own housemates. “Hufflepuffs are supposed to be kind,” she hissed, snatching her bag from the table. She dug around in it as she slowly walked over to Harry, pulling out a crumpled photograph from the bag. She paused and took a second to study the faded photograph, smiling at the red-headed girl and the black-haired boy whizzing around on toy broomsticks while their parents watched and laughed. He wasn’t evil. He couldn’t be evil. She let out a sigh, trying to build up her courage. He was all alone. Hadn’t their parents activated their bond for the very reason that they should be there for each other when needed? He needs a friend right now. She sighed again and looked at the photograph one last time, before walking over to Harry Potter with a determined expression on her face. “The Triwizard Tournament, Albus?” Amelia Bones’ hawkish gray eyes studied the wizened face of the Headmaster. “You made your views on the tournament quite clear in Wizengamot, Madame Bones,” Dumbledore conceded, locking his fingers together and studying his late-night visitor’s furious face. “I take poorly to an incompetent Minister putting our children in grave danger to distract the world from a scandal of his making.” She paused, taking a deep breath to calm herself. “He needed the papers to talk about something, anything other than the debacle at the World Cup. The Wizengamot enabled him in his pursuit despite my objections. The matter is dead and buried Albus. It’s not why I’m here.” “You’re here about Harry.” “Prescient, as always, Albus. He does not belong in the Tournament. He’s three years too young, and there has never been a fourth champion.” “His name emerged from the cup, Amelia. He is bound by law and the magic of the tournament to participate.” “There is nothing you will do?” Her nostrils flared. She had gone along with her old friend’s madness for far too long. Letting him take Harry from her all those years ago had perhaps been a necessity, even if being forced to have no contact with a boy she was supposed to have raised, a child she had once doted on had left a bad taste in her mouth. She had kept tabs on those Muggle relatives of his as best she could given the constraints of the blood wards, and it amazed her to no end that Harry had grown up to be the thoughtful and quiet young man Susan told him he was. “I’ve always deferred to your better judgment when it comes to Harry, Albus. Not in this. You will pull him out, or I shall start court proceedings to have my guardianship rights restored.” She doubted she could actually get Wizengamot to rule in her favor, but she hoped the threat of unwanted publicity would be enough to get him to soften his stance. “Amelia, you don’t understand. I can’t do anything,” Dumbledore explained, leaning back in his chair with an exasperated sigh. “I asked Barty to postpone the first task so Alastor has the time to examine the Goblet for signs of tampering. He flat-out refused. Both he and Bagman are determined to make sure that Harry participates in the tournament. Barty went so far as to threaten to have mine, Minvera’s, and Harry’s wands snapped and our magic suppressed by Unspeakables when Minvera and I confronted him. You know just as well as I do that by law he is within his rights to do so.” “We change the law.” Even as the words left her lips, she knew that would be an exercise in futility. “The Weighing of Wands is tomorrow, Amelia. The weighing will seal the magic of the Goblet. Changing the law won’t matter once that happens.” Amelia snorted. Wizengamot would take a week just to decide if the matter merited consideration. “We’re stuck, then.” “Indeed. But claiming Harry isn’t ready for whatever the Tournament will throw at him is selling him short Amelia.” “I’ve heard the rumors,” Amelia said darkly. Susan had kept her distance from Harry at her request, which in turn had been at Dumbledore’s urging. Having him live with blood relatives she could understand. Blood magic, when used correctly, could provide powerful and lasting protection. But she had never accepted his dubious reasons not to have Susan inform Harry of their bond. ‘Harry needs to discover the power of love on his own.’ That’s what he always said when she brought up the matter with him. Pah! Amelia thought, a bitter taste in her mouth. She had agreed to Dumbledore’s every request against her better judgment and without challenging the sometimes nonsensical reasons he had provided. She was beginning to think having Susan steer clear of getting too close to Harry had been a mistake. Wise men make mistakes too. The wiser the man, the more consequential his mistake. “They’re all true. Even the more fantastical ones. As you can see, this will not be the first time Harry will face mortal danger. He is more than equipped to take care of himself.” “I will still be telling him about the bond. Susan knows all about it, and is quite fond of him already.” “That would be a mistake,” Dumbledore said calmly. “Why?” “Harry needs to-” “-discover the power of love on his own,” Amelia interjected, cutting him off. “You’ve told me that a thousand times already. The bond is already there, Albus. All that needs to be done is to light the spark.” “A lot can change in seventeen years, Amelia.” “Really, Albus? I have Unspeakable friends too. I know how the bond works,” Amelia bluffed. “If you want to stop me, you’re going to need to come up with a better excuse than that. They’re made for each other, Albus, and the passage of time doesn’t alter that fact.” “Why now?” “Harry is being forced to participate in a dangerous tournament, his best friend won’t speak to him, and half the school is bullying him with no intervention by you or any of the other teachers. He needs someone in his corner. He needs his soulmate.” “If you will give me-” “Time? No. You’ve had three years to sort out whatever it is you refuse to tell me. Now, I can accept that you have no power to pull Harry from the tournament, but I refuse to accept that you can’t make one of your own teachers get his students in line,” Amelia said sharply. “Rather than trying to stop it, Severus seemingly enjoys the bullying, even rewards it.” “I can’t act without proof or an official complaint, Amelia. Harry hasn’t come to me,” Albus said, and Amelia realized that even he knew his excuse sounded completely unreasonable. “As the top prosecutor for the Ministry, I think there’s plenty of proof. You’re just blind when it comes to Severus’ shortcomings. Now, I won’t tell you how to run your school, and you don’t tell me how to take care of my family.” “Harry-” “Is family,” Amelia cut him off with a tone that suggested that her opinion wasn’t up for discussion. “He will not take kindly to having someone’s will imposed on him. He has lived with that all his life. Now you plan to tell him he has no say in who he spends the remainder of his life with. His entire future, chosen by people other than himself.” “His horrible childhood is your fault, Albus. That he grew up to be the person he is… it’s a minor miracle in itself.” Amelia smiled grimly at the slight expression of shock on the usually impassive headmaster’s face as he realized she had been keeping tabs on both Harry’s living situation and the events of the school itself as best she could. There were things she did not know, things she only suspected. The Blood Wards prevented her from getting too close to Harry. But if what she suspected turned out to be true… The world’s most celebrated wizard or not, Albus Dumbledore would have to answer for his mistakes. “My respect and patience for you are wearing thin, Albus. Be careful that you don’t keep abusing them, because if you think I’ll hesitate to start an official DMLE inquiry into the unsafe conditions of this school… I won’t.” With that she stood, having said everything she had come to say. He could take it in whatever way he wanted to. A request. A warning. A threat. She simply did not care anymore. “What I did was a necessary evil,” Dumbledore said quietly. “Do not punish Harry for mistakes you think I have made.” “Sometimes you can’t see the forest for the trees, Albus. I have no desire to punish or control him, and I’m not going to trigger the bond for them.” I don’t even know how to trigger it. “I’m simply going to inform Harry of its existence, and suggest he and Susan date. They can decide if and when they want to trigger it themselves.” “Very well.” He wasn’t happy about her decision. The tone of his voice and the lack of the usual mirth in his eyes told her as much. As long as he accepts that he has no power to stop it, I simply don’t care anymore. She had two promises to keep. Harry was her responsibility, just as much as Susan was. She owed it to both their parents to keep them safe and happy. “What if he’s given his heart to another, Amelia?” Amelia paused, her hand resting on the doorknob. She had no answer to his question. That was her one big fear. She had hoped the bond would prevent any serious romantic attachments, but in all honesty, she had no clue how the bond worked. Her brother had been an Unspeakable and had invoked arcane magic the likes of which had not been used for centuries. His secrets had died with him, and the Unspeakables she talked to were unable or unwilling to give her the answers she wanted. Inscrutable bastards, the whole lot of them. “Has he?” she asked without turning to look at him. “He and Miss Granger are known to be quite close. It is possible. What shall you do then?” Dumbledore asked. “I won’t know until I ask. But if that’s the case, I shall respect his decision.” With that, she left. She had already asked Professor Sprout to summon Susan to her office so she could talk to her niece, but she also resolved to sit both Harry and Susan down and talk to them together as soon as possible. I just hope I’m not too late. She let the spiral staircase carry her down to the hallway below, deep in thought. She allowed muscle memory to take over, her feet carrying her to the herbology greenhouses while her mind was entirely focused on how she could go about talking to Harry. The way she saw it, she had no good options other than telling him the truth. All of it. “How do I even explain it?” Amelia murmured, nimbly stepping from one staircase to another as they carried her down to the atrium of the castle. I don’t even understand all of it myself. She stepped out into the chilly air of the courtyard, drawing her cloak tighter around herself as she walked through the silent and deserted grounds of the castle. The greenhouses had once been her place of tranquility, her refuge from the chaos and grimness of the First Wizarding War. Now, every step she took filled her with dread. Susan had lived her entire life with the knowledge that she was meant for Harry, and Harry was meant for her. I need a tactful way to let her know that might not be the case. Dumbledore had seemed certain that time and distance had probably erased whatever bond the two might have had once upon a time. How much of it was the truth, and how much an attempt to regain control of the situation, she did not know. For now, she simply had to place her trust in the knowledge that her brother and James Potter were very accomplished wizards who knew exactly what they were doing. She walked through the quiet greenhouse, smiling at the sight of row after row of snoozing mandrakes. She stepped quietly towards Pomona’s office so as not to disturb them, pausing in surprise at the sound of hushed voices. One was Susan’s, the other… was decidedly a man. Amelia frowned, pressing her ear against the shut door, her curiosity getting the better of her usual instincts to treat Susan as a grown, mature woman and give her her space. “You need to stop!” Susan giggled. “My Auntie will be here any minute!” “You called me!” “Yes, well, we never get to spend any time together ever since that blasted Goblet spat out your name as the Hogwarts champion!”  Merlin’s balls. She had been worrying about the wrong person. Amelia steeled herself and pushed open the door, fully expecting to come face to face with Cedric Diggory snogging her niece. Someone was snogging her, but it wasn’t Diggory. In her stress, she had forgotten that Hogwarts had two champions that year. She grinned. Guess we were both wrong, Albus. Magic always finds a way. She cleared her throat, chuckling quietly as the young couple jumped apart, Harry tumbling down to the floor in his haste to pull away from Susan. “A-auntie!” Susan gasped. Amelia studied her niece, trying to hide her joy and appear angry. They’d evidently been snogging for some time as evidenced by her long red hair messily spilling out of the customary braid it was usually secured in. Her red cheeks, swollen lips, and half-unbuttoned blouse only confirmed her suspicions. “Susan Natalie Bones!” Amelia growled, although her voice lacked its usual bite. “Susan Natalie Bones!” Harry didn’t bother getting up from the floor. He’d heard enough about Susan’s aunt to know he was minutes away from being turned into a toad or something equally hideous for his crimes. Not only had she caught him snogging her niece, he was also breaking about half a dozen school rules to do so. “I-I thought your meeting with the Headmaster would take longer,” Susan mumbled, her fingers scrambling to button up her blouse. “So you decided to turn your Head of House’s office into a love shack?” Amelia asked, stepping around Harry. She walked over to the chair behind the desk, pulled it away from the table and sat down on it. “H-Harry and I rarely get to meet these days. He just dropped by to say hi, that’s all,” Susan squeaked, blushing harder at the incredulous gaze her aunt leveled in her direction. “In fact, he was just leaving!” Susan turned to him and nodded at the half-ajar door. He knew his safety lay in a hasty retreat. “Yes, I was. It was a pleasure to meet you, Madame Bones!” Harry said, quickly clambering to his feet. He stumbled towards the door, trying his best to discreetly do up the fly of his trousers. “Potter. Wait,” the older woman ordered, and Harry froze. He turned once his fly was secured, preparing himself for the worst. “Sit,” she added quietly, gesturing to the chair he had recently vacated. “You too, Susie.” “Yes, Auntie.” “Yes, Miss Bones,” Harry repeated, slowly moving to sit on the chair. He tried to appear contrite, but it was made harder by the fact that he did not regret his actions one bit. It had been nearly two weeks since he had managed to get any alone time with Susan. He’d never spent this long away from her since the day she had walked up to him in the library, and it had honestly been torturous. The only thing he regretted was being greedy and sticking around long enough to get caught and land them both in hot water. “You can call me Madame Bones, or even Amelia if you feel comfortable with it, Harry.” “Yes, Madame Bones,” Harry nodded, finally looking up at the older witch. She had a small smile on her face that was in complete contrast to her stern tone. Why is she smiling? “Now, I want to talk to the two of you about a different matter, but before I proceed…” Amelia clasped her hands together, leaning back into the chair. “I’ve had the talk with Susan before the start of her second year. Now, I knew your parents, and had they been alive, they’d have done the same with you. However, I do not know how things work in the Muggle World, so I think it is best if I share some pertinent information and lay down important ground rules.” “The talk?” Harry asked, confused. He turned to Susan, but she refused to meet his eyes, simply sinking lower into her chair. “There will be no red-haired, green-eyed little children running around in my house before the two of you graduate,” Amelia said bluntly.  “Auntie!” Susan squeaked, mortified. It took him a minute, but he finally understood the meaning of Madame Bones’ words, his cheeks turning the color of his girlfriend’s hair. “Yes, Madame Bones,” he said quickly. “I-if we end up…” “I’m on the potion,” Susan cut in, saving him from having to assure her aunt that he wouldn’t knock her up. “And we were just snogging, I swear.” His hand instinctively traveled to his right pocket to make sure that no part of the bunched-up panties he had pushed in it was poking out. Technically speaking, she wasn’t lying. Snogging covers a wide variety of activities, doesn’t it? “There was something else you wanted to talk to me about, Madame Bones?” Harry asked, clearing his throat after a minute of uncomfortable silence. “Well, that depends on how much my niece has told you, Mr. Potter.” “Are we talking about the soulmate bond?” Harry asked, resting his hand on Susan’s knee reassuringly. She didn’t have a disobedient bone in her body, and he knew she was still worried about her decision to flout her aunt’s and Dumbledore’s instructions to steer clear of him. “So, everything.” “Yes,” Susan said, on the verge of tears. She knew her aunt would be disappointed in her, but Harry still didn’t understand why they were supposed to stay apart. They hadn’t found a single mention of soulbonds in the entire library, so sometimes he wondered if they’d done it to keep him and Susan safe. But they’d been together for nearly a year now and nothing bad had happened, so surely whatever it was couldn’t be too bad. “Just that we have a bond between us. She doesn’t know anything more,” Harry murmured, gently squeezing Susan’s leg. “Neither do I. Her father and yours did the initial bit of magic. All they told me is that the two of you are destined to be together.” “I’m sorry,” Susan whispered, hiccuping quietly. “Don’t be darling. I’m glad you disobeyed me,” Amelia murmured, reaching out to take Susan’s hand. “Really?” Susan asked, sounding equal parts confused and hopeful. “Really,” Amelia murmured, patting her hand. “Call it a gut feeling, but I see a darkness on the horizon. The two of you will need each other if you are to survive it.” “The tournament? I didn’t put my name in the Goblet, Madame Bones,” Harry said. “He didn’t! I’ve been wanting to tell everyone that we were-” Susan said, blushing and pausing mid-sentence. “That I trust him. He was nowhere near the Goblet the night people were supposed to submit their names.” She gave her aunt a nervous smile, before adding quickly, “Besides, nobody is better at breaking the rules than Fred and George. If they couldn’t figure out how to get past the age line, Harry had no chance,” she added quickly. “I believe you. There is treachery afoot, and combined with the fiasco at the World Cup, I am convinced something bad is about to happen. Someone wants you in danger, Harry. Who, I do not know.” “I have a very good guess,” Harry mumbled darkly. Nothing would make Snape quite as happy as his gruesome death. “Guesses don’t help us. I am starting an investigation on my end, and the presence of Alastor in the school assures me that if there is anything going on, he will sniff it out. He was the best Auror I’ve ever had. But till we find something, I want the two of you to maintain constant vigilance. Understood?” Both of them nodded. “Good. That’s all.” Harry and Susan both got up, knowing they were dismissed. “Oh, and Harry?” Harry looked back at Madame Bones. “Yes, Madame Bones?” “No more sneaking around on the grounds at night. It’s dangerous. If the two of you want a safe place to meet, might I suggest the kitchens?” “Thank you, Auntie,” Susan murmured, her cheeks flushed. Harry gave the stern woman one last smile before he grabbed Susan’s hand, pulling her out of the office. They stayed silent until they exited the greenhouse. Harry sighed in relief as they walked out onto the silent grounds, enjoying the slight bite of the chilly night air against his face. “Well,” he teased, trying to set Susan at ease, “That’s our breeding kink ruined for a good month.” “T-that’s what you took from the entire conversation?” Susan growled, elbowing him in the chest. “That’s the most important thing, yes,” Harry chuckled. “What did you take away from it?” “You’re impossible,” Susan groused playfully. She leaned into his side as they walked through the courtyard. She spoke up again as they were climbing up the steps to the castle, her voice quiet, “I hate it when you’re in danger.” “Just isn’t a school year if I’m not in some mortal peril,” Harry whispered, squeezing the hand he was holding. “Don’t worry. I’ll probably flop miserably in the first task, and they’ll kick me out.” “Fat chance. You fought a basilisk.” “I had help,” he murmured, walking past the dark and deserted Great Hall. He led her down the steps that led to the basement, the two slowly walking down the hallways that led to her Common Room. “Still,” she murmured, squealing in surprise when he pulled her into the snug alcove hidden behind the tapestry of Merlin fighting a dragon. “Harry!” she whispered, groaning quietly as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips attacking her creamy skin. “Yes?” he asked, leaving a trail of hickeys down her neck. “Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she moaned breathily as he sucked on her pulse point. His teeth sank into her skin and she twitched, welcoming the slight twinge of pain intermixed with the pleasure flooding her body. Her hands moved to his trousers, hastily unbuttoning them and pulling them down his legs. “You tell me,” Harry growled, his hands ghosting over her large breasts. She preferred loose shirts and skirts to obscure her curvy features, but unless she was wearing a tent, there was no concealing the fact that she had been blessed with the perfect hourglass-shaped body. “Nine inches.” Harry hissed as her hand disappeared into his boxers, her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. Her other hand grabbed the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down his legs and freeing the massive erection he had been trying to conceal the entire time they were in the office. “Stiff. A core powerful enough to drive any witch crazy.” “I think it’s made to breed one particular witch,” Harry whispered, his hands moving to her shoulders. He flipped her, pushing her flat against the rough stone wall of the alcove. “You said… no breeding,” she teased, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in and surrendered to his control. “On second thought, I quite like the idea of doing something I’m forbidden from doing. Didn’t you hear what they’re all saying? Rules don’t apply to me.” His hands ghosted over her broad hips before he grabbed her large, round, perfectly-shaped ass. She groaned quietly as his fingers sank into the soft flesh, leaving their mark on her unblemished skin. “Besides, what are you if not breeding bait, Miss Bones?” “And yet my cunt remains empty, to say nothing of my womb, sir,” Susan teased back, adopting her most innocent voice. “How do I fulfill my purpose without your seed?” She had never been shy about expressing her desires or asking him to take care of them, but it drove him crazy every time she pretended to be the shy innocent virgin to his big bad wolf. She arched her back, pushing her ass into his hands. “Am I not suitable for your seed, Mr. Potter?” she asked, feigning to be on the verge of tears. “You’re more than suitable, Miss Bones.” “Then why won’t you fuck me?” She leaned back into his chest, gently grinding her ass against his rock-hard cock. His hands moved to her shirt, nimble fingers quickly unbuttoning the white garment and pulling them down her shoulders. Her rosy peaks poked through the black lace of her bra, begging for his attention. “Ask me properly,” Harry ordered, pushing her flat against the wall once more, a hand on her shoulder keeping her pinned in place. She groaned in complaint at the loss of friction from the grinding, continuing to wiggle her ass as a way to entice him to abandon his games and just give her what she wanted. A rough, primal fucking that left her legs weak and head empty. “Sir, can you please shove your thick, veiny wand into my tight cunt and fill me up with your seed?” Susan breathed, her words petering out into a desperate whine as he stepped forward, his cock pushing between her thick thighs and rubbing against her dripping cunt. Harry chuckled. He made no effort to move or give her what she wanted. Instead, his free hand moved to unclasp her bra while she squirmed and mewled. “Please, sir! I’ve been a good girl! It’s been weeks,” she begged, groaning in satisfaction when he pushed her legs apart. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, guiding his tip inside her pussy before he used the hand on her shoulder to pull her away from the wall and into his chest. The movement caused her to be impaled on inch after inch of his huge cock, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her tight cunt was stretched by his massive girth. “I… oh, Merlin!” Her shrill moan resonated around the tiny space, and Harry prayed that none of the Prefects on patrolling duty that night were anywhere near them. He paused once he had bottomed out in her, giving the panting girl a minute to steady herself. “Green,” she whispered. Harry grunted. He shifted his hands to her heavy breasts, fingers sinking into the creamy flesh. Her rosy nipples had turned into hardened and crinkled nubs in obvious arousal. “I missed you,” he whispered, pulling out before ramming back into the warm embrace of her velvet walls. “I…. unghhhh,” Susan bit her lip to suppress her loud groan, her hips moving back in time with his thrusts. Their weeks of separation had left them both frustrated, on edge, and desperate for release. She placed a palm flat against the rough stone wall of the tiny cubby to steady herself, her other hand traveling down to her cunt. He groaned when her hand found his balls, fondling the sensitive orbs for a minute before she shifted her attention to her clit, desperate to finish in tune with him. Her fingers could never match the sheer overwhelming sensation of getting fucked by her lover. Harry forced himself to keep his eyes open as he hammered in and out of her moist core, every thrust of his causing her body to jerk forward before his hands pulled her back into position. Her magnificent bosom swayed pendulously with every thrust. Two weeks of frustration, stress, and no sex for both of them meant that their little impromptu quickie was over within minutes. Susan’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as the powerful orgasm rocked her body, her thumb still continuing to rub her clit. She collapsed into his chest, her legs losing all strength. Harry himself was fighting a losing battle as her walls clamped down around him, milking him for his seed. He came with a loud groan, keeping himself buried inside her, his cock twitching as he filled her up with load after load of cum. A wave of tiredness washed over him as the adrenaline of the orgasm slowly wore off, and he gently pulled out of the limp girl, letting her turn and cuddle into his chest. She pressed her thighs together, wanting to keep his seed from spilling out for as long as possible. “I’m going to tell Cedric and the others that you were with me that night. They need to lay off you because there was no way you could put your name in the Goblet.” “What about-” “No more hiding. We don’t have to date in secret anymore. The only people I was worried about were Auntie and Professor Dumbledore, and they both know now,” Susan said quietly. She leaned into him for support as he helped her get dressed, her legs too weak to support her on their own. “Besides, Cedric’s girlfriend is helping him prepare for the tournament. I want to do the same for you. And I refuse to spend weeks apart, even if it leads to explosive sex.” “Okay,” he murmured, pulling up his own trousers. “Okay,” she said shyly, pecking his cheek. Dating in secret had been easy. Going public… it almost felt like they were making it official. “My panties?” she asked sheepishly. “Tomorrow. I’ll slip them in my girlfriend’s bag.” He winked, patting her butt one last time before slipping out into the hallway. 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Chapter 4 - Consequences

“I’m not going anywhere.” The loud growl close to her ear roused her from the pleasant dreamscape she had been floating in, dragging her back to the painful reality of the waking world. She groaned as her eyes fluttered open, her entire body feeling as if on fire. She tried to move, but neither her hands nor her legs would comply, and in the end, she gave up, opting to turn her head towards the source of the sound instead. Her tired grey eyes met a pair of concerned green ones, and she smiled, trying to reassure him she was alright despite feeling the exact opposite. He was supposed to be celebrating his victory, not be trapped in the hospital wing with her, paying for her stupidity. “Now look what you’ve done Mr. Potter. You’ve woken her up. She needs her rest.” “I was awake Madame Pomfrey,” she rasped, her dry throat itching as she forced herself to speak. “Please let him stay for a while?” She had no idea what she was doing. Just minutes ago she wanted him to leave. Now she was asking if he could stay? Perhaps she truly had lost her mind. “Ten minutes. Then you have to leave Mr. Potter. She needs sleep and rest for a speedy recovery from her injuries.” “So, Potter. You’re alive. And you seem to have all your limbs attached to your body as well. Good job,” she drawled once the nurse had left, turning to look back at her friend with a grin. “You’re an idiot, you know that Greengrass?” She frowned at the suppressed emotion in his voice, the red rimming his entrancing green eyes betraying the things he left unsaid. “Says the man who nearly let himself be swallowed whole by a Hungarian Horntail,” she replied wryly. She turned to look at the whitewashed ceiling, deciding it was safer than continuing to look at the hurt and worry etched on her friend’s face. A year… hell, a month ago, she wouldn’t have cared. A month ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt of abandoning one of my plans and putting my own life in danger to help Harry fucking Potter either. She had walked up to him in the library to protect someone she thought was going to be a useful tool to further her own ambition. She had run after the dragon and risked death… she’d done that to protect her friend. Fucking typical. Always a pain in the arse, Gryffindors. “Why’d you do it?” His voice was softer, and she realized she hadn’t flinched when he reached out to gently squeeze her bandaged hand. “In case you haven’t noticed, Potter,” she started, unable to lace her voice with the snark and venom she usually injected into it to show that she didn’t care about him. Not really. “Skeeter hitched our wagons together. You die, I die. The only thing keeping me safe in my own house right now is your name. That very Slytherin quality of self-preservation kicked in, and the rest, as they say, is history.” “Oh.” She could feel him push a hand under her head, gently adding another pillow to help her rest in a semi-sitting position. The disappointment in that one word was palpable. “And,” she rasped as he pressed a mug of water against her lips, “since I know you can be a bit blind, you might not have noticed that I don’t have a lot of friends. I take care of the ones I have.” “I’m your friend?” The disappointment in his voice had turned to amusement. She watched as he pulled the mug away from her lips, a content sigh leaving her lips as the harsh throbbing in her throat subsided. “Barely.” She turned to look at him again, her lips twitching. “That’s not what Skeeter thinks.” “Skeeter wouldn’t print a real story even if it hit her square in the face and then landed right in her hands.” Daphne snorted, lips curling up into a sneer. “If I find out that you told her-” “I didn’t.” Came the prompt reply. She grunted as he stood, helping her in her efforts to turn to one side so she could face him without having to keep her neck turned. “Oi! Lovebirds. Have some respect for the hospital wing. This isn’t your love shack Potter.” Daphne grinned as she saw the familiar face of her best friend once Harry had hurriedly pulled away. Tracey Davis. Slytherin Beater, hellraiser, and her best friend. “I distinctly remember walking in on you kissing Flint’s boo-boos away in this very bed after he took a bludger to his face last year.”  “One, neither of us was wrapped up like a mummy,” Tracey replied, carelessly poking one of Daphne’s bandaged feet as she walked past her, ignoring the slight hiss of pain. “And two, the man was fine.” “Are you saying I’m not fine Davis?” “No Potter, I think you’re an insufferable Gryffindor git who nearly got my best friend killed, and I have no idea what she sees in you.” Daphne watched her drag a chair to the other side of the bed, her eyes still fixed on Harry in a murderous glare. “It wasn’t his fault,” Daphne said softly. She slowly reached out, taking her hand and squeezing it softly in an effort to get her to calm down. “That’s just his fine dick and pain potions clouding your judgment bestie,” Tracey muttered but relented, pulling her eyes away from Harry. “I- How do you know what his dick is like?” “How do you know anything about my dick?” They both asked at the same time, and Tracey cackled. “Nothing in this castle stays a secret Potter. Gossip spreads faster than that bloody poltergeist’s ghost boogers when he sneezes.” “The fact that we’re not really dating is still a secret.” “I- what?” “We’re not really dating Trace. Skeeter pulled the entire thing out of her ass.” “That was a very good story for something that’s a complete fabrication,” Tracey said, frowning. “Like all good lies, she twisted the truth to suit her agenda. We were in the forest, yes, but it wasn’t a date. We were there to gather information about the First Task, and Professor Karkaroff caught us.” “So we pretended that we had just sneaked off onto the grounds to snog so Hagrid and I don’t get into any trouble,” Harry finished with a sheepish smile. “Skeeter omitted the pretending part and printed the rest. Everything else is just the school making shit up, as usual.” “Huh. So you just risked your life for the man who’s your fake boyfriend?” Tracey asked, raising an eyebrow. “What the actual fuck-” she punched the small empty space on the bed next to Daphne’s pillow, visibly shaking with anger. “Trace-” “No, don’t you dare Trace me. You have barely spent time with me this last month, choosing instead to fuck off with your boyfriend who isn’t really your boyfriend. You risk your life without a second thought of how I’d feel without you. I-” the dam finally broke, angry tears streaming down her face. “You walked back into the stadium half-dead! I was the one who caught you. I’ve been the one covering for you while you’re playing hokey in here with Potter!” she growled, angrily wiping her face. “I’m sorry Tracey…” Daphne whispered, turning to look desperately at Harry, silently gesturing to him to get up and comfort her best friend. “You’re the only one I have in this world. And now you have a boyfriend and new friends so obviously you don’t need Tracey Davis. Who’d want the runt of Slytherin?” she muttered, wriggling as Harry wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She fought him for a minute, before giving up. She leaned into the hug, hiccupping silently. Harry looked at her quizzically, but she simply shook her head, hoping he wouldn’t press the matter. “I’m still your best friend Trace,” Daphne said, reaching out with her uninjured hand and grasping one of hers. “I could befriend Merlin himself and that wouldn’t change.” “You promise to keep your promise and kick Potter out of bed when the two of you are married and boring and I come over to talk about my torrid affair with Viktor Krum?” “In the extremely unlikely future where I’m married to Harry Potter, I promise to make him sleep on the couch whenever you come over for an all-night gossip session,” Daphne smiled, glad to see some part of her original personality returning. Sadness and worry did not suit her best friend. She was best when she was her gossipy, irreverent, slightly offensive self. “Well, if you aren’t interested, can I have a go? I haven’t gone out with anyone from the Gryffindor Quidditch Team yet. I asked Bell, but she turned me down. And Potter isn’t quite the-” she poked one of the arms around her with a finger, “scrawny git I always presumed he was.” “He just has horrible taste in clothes,” Daphne said, smirking at the aggrieved expression on Harry’s face. “Dresses like he’s hiding another person under his shirt.” “You know ladies, I’m standing right here.” Harry pulled his arms away from Tracey, straightening and taking a step backward. “Oh, hush. You’d be lucky if either of us ever considered mounting that magnificent dick.” “I’m not quite sure if that’s supposed to be a compliment or an insult.” “It’s the truth, Potter. Unlike Skeeter, who’d lie her ass off even if she were put in charge of the weather division, I’m capable of acknowledging objective facts.” “The fact being that I have a magnificent dick,” Harry said, chuckling as he returned to his chair on the other side of the bed. “Men,” Tracey snorted, exchanging a conspiratorial look with Daphne as she wiped the last of her tears from her face. “Say one nice thing about their dick, and their ego is suddenly bigger than the giant squid.” “I still want to know how you know what Potter’s dick looks like,” Daphne said with a smirk. “Can we… stop talking about it please?” “Would you rather we discuss how you’re tied in the first place because of my best friend?” Tracey asked, raising an eyebrow. Some of the original hostility returned to her voice, the girl was obviously still upset by everything that had taken place over the course of the previous month, and by her actions in the task itself. She made a mental note to plan something nice for her, just the two of them, as an apology. But first, she turned to Harry, an excited gleam in her eyes, “You’re tied in the first place?!” She had first approached him with the singular intention of getting him through the tournament alive and as unharmed as possible. But now, the possibilities spoke to her. He was nowhere close to the talentless hack Malfoy portrayed him as, and if he won the tournament… “Oi! Earth to Daphne,” Tracey said, clicking her fingers in front of Daphne’s face. “Oh, uh, yeah!” She shook her head, eyes refocusing on Harry. “Congratulations!” “Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without you,” Harry said, lowering his eyes to avoid meeting Tracey’s glare. “Trace, it was my choice. I had to level the playing field,” Daphne said, crying out in pain as she turned on her side again. She ignored her throbbing back in favor of reaching out to pat a despondent Harry. “They all have three years on Potter, so my intervention was only fair.” “Well, don’t tell Professor Snape that. He was chomping at the bit to get Potter expelled. Called me to the Headmaster’s office for questioning. That’s actually where I’m coming from.” “Why?” Daphne asked sharply, craning her neck to look at Tracey. Her Head of House’s personal animosity towards her new friend was an open secret. “Apparently he thought I’d rat Potter out and say he convinced you to cheat and help him in the task,” she replied, before adding quickly, “and while I was sorely tempted to lie, I told him Potter did no such thing. I told them that you were out on the grounds because Potter had tried to break up with you before the task and you were upset. The dragon going after you was nothing more than a freak accident.” “Dumbledore believed you?” “I think so. He just said he was glad no one was seriously injured and dismissed both of us.” “Yeah, no thanks to-” Daphne was cut mid-growl by Madame Pomfrey walking up to her bed, hands on her hips. “I said ten minutes. Mister Potter, Miss Davies, out. You can visit her after dinner, but for now, Miss Greengrass needs her rest,” she ordered, pouring the potion she was carrying out onto a spoon. She pushed it against Daphne’s lips who dutifully swallowed, shuddering as the bitter liquid made its way down her throat. “We’ll bring you something to eat,” Tracey said, standing up. “See you,” Daphne said softly, watching her best friend drag Harry Potter out of the hospital wing. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

Chapter 2 - Preparations

Content Warnings: Dry Humping, Cum Play, Pet Play, Teasing, Breeding, Lactation. “Are you sure about this?” Harry asked, staring at Tonks’s reflection in the mirror. Teddy was spending the night with his grandmother, giving them the freedom to get ready for their mission in the comfort of their own home. “I can ask someone else to take over if you’re uncomfortable,” Harry murmured, his breathing ragged. They’d been in their bedroom for all of five minutes and he was already perilously close to ruining a perfectly good pair of shorts. Tonks seemed well aware of the effect she was having on him and to his utter astonishment, she was enjoying it instead of being repulsed by his poorly suppressed desire. The part of him that had spent all his life deprived of love was still in denial that a woman this wonderful could ever want him back. Why would anyone want a freak like me? Tonks turned to him, a huge grin plastered on her face. “For once in my life, sir,” she murmured, her bare breast brushing against his arm as she leaned over to squeeze it reassuringly. “I am actually looking forward to a stakeout. Usually, they involve far less sex and far more ramen. We really should look into fixing the sex-to-ramen ratio in our missions,” she teased, returning her attention to her reflection in the mirror. Tonks had changed her hair to go down to her lower back, switching its color from bubblegum pink to powder blue. She hadn’t bothered to alter the rest of her body. She didn’t need to. They had gone through the information Pansy had gathered for them and realized that the death eater didn’t have any preferences other than liking his victims to be a couple along with a certain fondness for blue hair. She was, however, standing in front of the mirror without a single piece of clothing covering her gorgeous body, waiting for her ‘master’ for the night to prepare her for their date. “I-” Harry started again, unable to help himself. His eyes were fixed on her firm, heavy breasts and he was caught completely by surprise when she bent and captured his lips. “I… fu-shit…” Harry breathed, moaning into her lips as her hand pushed into his shorts and wrapped around his rock-hard cock. “I’ve been dropping hints for nearly a year now, Harry,” Tonks whispered, gently pumping his enormous shaft, her lips curling into a grin as it started to get harder and larger. “Nothing has ever quite turned me on as much as seeing you be the perfect father these past few months. But you never responded to my advances, and I stopped because I had no intention of forcing myself on you and ruining our existing relationship. Teddy’s more important than my desires, and as much as I want him to have a little baby brother or sister, I wasn’t about to risk him losing you for it,” she murmured, pressing her curvy body against him. “But you were just worried about me judging you for your lifestyle, weren’t you?” “M-maybe,” Harry groaned, his fingers twitching. He desperately wanted to bury them in her creamy mounds, but he was successful in controlling his urges. For now. “The last man I fell in love with was simultaneously a werewolf and the most stubborn man on the planet. Do you really think I’m not a physical and emotional masochist, dearest?” Tonks teased, gently swiping her thumb over his massive glans, gathering up the precum trickling out of it. She slowly pulled away, chuckling at her lover’s groan of disappointment. Her job was done. “The only time I get to… take care of myself,” Tonks added, popping the thumb in her mouth and sucking on it. “Is the five minutes of alone time in the bathroom before I shower. That’s if I’m lucky. Yet here I am, chipper instead of frustrated. What do your powers of deduction make of that, boss?” “That you’re a denial craving edgeslut,” Harry whispered, blurting out the words before he could stop himself. “I… I always had my suspicions,” Harry lied, his cheeks burning. “If you did, why didn’t you ever act on it?” Tonks challenged, sitting down on the ottoman in front of the dressing table. She secured her hair in a loose ponytail before starting to work on her makeup for the night. “It felt wrong.” “Because of Remus or because of Pansy?” Harry looked at her with a dumbfounded expression on her face. “Pansy?” “Oh come on, it’s obvious. The two of you act like you hate each other’s guts but you eye fuck the entire time you’re in the same room,” Tonks muttered, leaning closer to the mirror to apply eyeliner. “I may have been blind about your feelings for me, but considering the fact that Dawlish could make out the sexual tension between the two of you, did you really think I wouldn’t spot it?” “What? When did Dawlish see the two of us together?” “Remember that one time he crashed one of our meetings? He was waiting right outside your office for me to come out. Asked me why the boss wanted to fuck a baddie.” “He called Pansy a baddie?” Out of everything she’d told him, why did he find only that part absurd? He couldn’t bring himself to deny the other parts, partly because the blunt conversation was rapidly pulling him out of denial and partly because Nymphadora Tonks had a bullshit detector like no one else. He had zero inclination to end up like Mundungus. “Harry, he once spent six weeks investigating a rock because he thought it was a powerful dark artifact. Expecting him to have a sophisticated vocabulary might be asking too much of his abilities.” “Fair.” “So.” Tonks adopted a conspiratorial tone, her voice dropping. “I can understand thinking the young mom is as vanilla as the ice cream we have downstairs, but why didn’t you bang the chick who’s so unashamedly kinky she once turned up to meet you with cum running down her chin?” “She didn’t,” Harry replied indignantly. “She said it was orange juice.” “No darling, that was pussy juice. I get they’re both tangy, but one is tasty and the other is what we have for breakfast every day.” Harry groaned, his cock twitching as his mind conjured up images of him stroking himself while watching Pansy bury her face between Tonks’s thighs. “Lucky woman,” Tonks muttered under her breath. “It’s been ages since someone ate me out.” Fuck, since when can Tonks read minds? The pressure in shorts was now unbearable, his throbbing manhood rock-hard and twitching ever so often. If she can do this just by talking, what will happen if we… “So, why didn’t you pursue our resident ‘baddie’ or me?” Tonks asked again, thankfully disrupting his train of thoughts. “Please tell me you’re not hung up on Ginny. You broke up nearly two years ago. She’s getting married next month.” “I’m not. Merlin, all Ginny and I did was make each other miserable. ” Harry sighed. Why were feelings so complicated? Sometimes he envied his best friend and his emotional range of a teaspoon. “Mostly Remus. But I guess some of the hesitation in pursuing a relationship with either of you was because of Pansy too.” Tonks turned to him with a small smile. “A part of me will always love him, Harry. He will always be Teddy’s father. But you’re his papa, and I’m sure Remus would have wanted both of us to be happy, even in his absence. Whatever this is, whatever we are… it makes sense.” “And Pansy?” “The two of us are more than happy to be in a throuple. She thinks I’m hot, I think she’s cute, and both of us want you to rail us. As I said, it all fits.” She wiped the excess blood-red lipstick before smacking her lips. “She’s fine with me doing the exact thing that made her hate Draco’s guts?” “This is nothing like that.” “How is me sleeping with you while I’m in a relationship with her any different from him fucking Greengrass?” “Her objection to him isn’t that he’s fucking her.” “How do you know all this?” “Unlike you, I don’t beat around the bush. I asked her while going over the mission details last night. She hates Draco because he used her for seven years and now acts like she’s beneath him. He never loved her. He certainly never wanted her as much as you do.” “I-” Harry flopped down on their bed. “Why is this so complicated?” “Love is always messy, Harry. In the end, all you need to ask yourself… Does that person make me happy? As long as the answer is yes, you ignore everything else. Things have a way of working out.” “Sometimes when I look at Parkinson, all I feel is pure rage.” “Amazing hate sex still counts as happiness, Harry,” Tonks teased, picking up a small jar from the dressing table. “While I can promise you that we’ll easily settle into our new lives, do you know what doesn’t easily wash off? Body glitter. Some of it always somehow ends up inside my vagina and I am not dealing with a burning pussy in addition to achy boobs. No body glitter.” She tossed the jar at him. Harry caught the small bottle, studying the tiny particles inside with an amused smile on his face. “Always?” “Before Voldemort came along and ruined things, Hogwarts was one big sex party. It truly disappoints me that you couldn’t have the same school experience I did.” “I’m making up for lost time,” Harry teased, getting up from the bed and pulling a stool next to hers. “What’s up with your achy boobs?” “Milk. My body refuses to get the message that my son doesn’t drink it anymore and keeps making it. I have to pump once a day and even then they’re always full and tender,” Tonks muttered, closing her eyes to allow him to apply the final touches to her makeup. “That’s what I get for playing around with my metamorphagus abilities, I guess.” “I could-” Harry stopped himself before he said what he was thinking. He concentrated on fixing the masquerade mask on her face, trying not to focus on the fact that he had almost offered to milk her. The fact that the club their target was about to hit was hosting a masquerade night had been a stroke of luck. It saved Harry the effort of having to change his appearance or take polyjuice. After all, cut off from the Wizarding World or not, Harry doubted there was a single Death Eater who wouldn’t recognize him. “You could do what?” “Never mind,” Harry muttered, getting to his feet and walking over to the corner they had dumped the bag that contained all the shopping they’d done the previous night. “What do you like, Harry?” “What do you mean?” Harry asked, dragging the two bags towards her. “When you’re out there ravishing cute muggle girls, what do you like to do?” “Oh. Uh… to be quite honest, I’m open to so much I usually go with whatever the girls like,” Harry replied, trying to keep his answer as vague as possible. Tonks rotated in her chair till she faced him, her hand wrapping around his cock without hesitation. She slowly began to pump it from over his shorts, keeping her eyes locked with his. “I didn’t ask what the girls liked. I’m sure what they wanted was all wonderfully kinky, but I don’t care about them.” She carefully transferred herself to his lap, her legs resting on either side of him. She gripped his shoulders for support, her arousal staining the fabric as she pushed her wet slit against the massive bulge in his shorts. “I’m asking you,” she whispered, gently grinding against him with gentle sways of her hip, never once breaking eye contact. “If you had a girl who could fulfill any fantasy of yours, what would you ask for?” “I-” Harry sucked in a sharp breath. He trapped his lower lip between his teeth in a useless effort to stifle his soft groans. Tonks leaned closer, her hot breath tickling her skin. “You can tell me. I’m that girl, sir,” she whispered, continuing the world’s most sensual lap dance without a break. “I… uh…” Harry moaned, his hands instinctively moving to her hips. He pushed her down on the bulge, now utterly desperate for an orgasm. “I like being a daddy, but I also like having a pet,” Harry admitted, knowing how completely ridiculous his wish sounded. Mixing the two lifestyles in a harmonious way was next to impossible. He had tried. Several times. “I know it’s impossible. That’s why it’s a fantasy, right?” Harry murmured, taking advantage of the break in grinding to catch his breath and compose himself. “Not if you have daddy’s bratty princess and the world’s best pet living under the same roof,” Tonks pointed out. Her hands moved to his chest and gently pushed him down on the bed, giving him the perfect view of her body as she rode him. Her heavy breasts bounced in tune with her hips and Harry was enraptured by their movement. His eyes lowered to her nipples, each rosy peak sporting a hint of white. It was the only hint of the treasure they held, and Harry was sorely tempted to reach up and plunder them one after the other. “Which one are you?” He asked, his hand moving from her hip to her clit. He grinned at the sudden gasp when his thumb pressed against the sensitive bundle, the man slowly increasing the pressure of his nail digging into it. “I’ll let you guess. It’s fifty-fifty. Those are not bad odds,” Tonks pointed out, running a hand through her hair and freeing it from the ponytail. She let her blue locks tumble over her shoulders, her messy appearance only serving to make her more enticing. “Do I get a hint?” Harry asked, gently trapping her clit between his fingers. He started to twist it, eager to test his lover’s tolerance. Tonks groaned, the sudden pain causing her entire body to quiver with a mixture of fear and excitement. “Well, when we went kink shopping yesterday, Pansy bought very expensive and very good-looking lingerie. I bought a reindeer costume. Does that clear up the mystery for you, Head Auror? Or do you need some help?” She asked teasingly, now bouncing on his cock like he was actually fucking her. “No… a reindeer?!” “It… is the season,” Tonks breathed, her creamy skin now covered by a sheen of sweat. “May-Maybe I could pull you along while you handed out justice and imprisonment to those on our naughty list,” she teased. “What, like Rudolph the red-bummed reindeer?” Harry laughed. Tonks giggled, her giggle turning into a breathy moan when he gently flicked her clit, her neglected pussy dripping with arousal. His shorts were completely soaked, and neither of them had even cum. “Th-this is the real you… daddy. We like you. You don’t have to pretend around us. Be who you are. Do what you want,” she murmured. “Stop overthinking.” For once in his life, Harry followed someone’s instructions without hesitation. He pulled her down to him, his lips closing around her crinkled nub. “H-Harry?!” Tonks squeaked, her eyes growing wide. “What’re you… oh! Oh, god, yes please!” It took a single hard suck from him to release the floodgates, her delicious, creamy milk dribbling into his mouth. The pressure that had been building up in her chest for months suddenly disappeared. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” She begged, desperately humping him. He grabbed her hair, pulling her limp body away from him. “You’re not a reindeer.” Tonks shuddered at the darkness in his eyes, the fear it awakened in her causing another gush of arousal to leak out of her pussy. “What am I, daddy?” Tonks asked innocently, gently raking her nails over his bare chest. “You’re my little cow. And if you want to earn your keep, you’re going to be bred and milked.” “I live to serve,” Tonks whispered sultrily, using her hand to guide her rosy peak back to his lips. “Y-you should get me a collar. And some cute floppy ears,” Tonks mumbled, “and… oh god!” Harry grinned against her flawless skin and lazily continued to reap his bounty. He drank her milk and enjoyed the sound of her confident moans turning into desperate whimpers and pleas. “Maybe… maybe an ear tag. I could go for another piercing,” Tonks mumbled, desperately bouncing on his cock. His orgasm took him by surprise, a hidden wave that came out of nowhere and swept him away. He groaned into her breast, instinctively tugging on her clit, eager to have her finish with him. “And a… butt…” Tonks wheezed, a shrill scream escaping her lips at the harsh tug. “I… cumming!” She shrieked, her entire body shaking at the explosion of sensation that had been denied to her for nearly three years. “Cumming, sir!” “Cum for me, sweetheart,” Harry murmured, pushing up against her womanhood one last time before he lost control and exploded in his shorts, the fabric thoroughly drenched with a mixture of their cum. Tonks collapsed against him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Her quiet whimpers were the only sound in the room for some time, the two lovers holding each other and quietly enjoying their newfound intimacy. Eventually, their silent paradise was broken by the sound of sarcastic clapping. “Bravo. A strong finish, Potter. I’m sure the sociopath we’re hunting won’t mind waiting for you to get your shit together. It’s not like he can pick up some other couple at the club,” Pansy said sardonically, leaning against the doorway of their bedroom. Tonks chuckled and gently brushed her lips against Harry’s cheek. “As much as I want to just cuddle you, enjoy my post-orgasmic nirvana and let Parkinson stare at my magnificent ass, she does have a point.” She reluctantly pushed herself off her lover, grinning at the look Harry and Pansy were giving each other. “She is all yours,” Tonks murmured with a grin, gently patting Harry’s chest. She rolled off the bed, slowly walking towards the bathroom on unsteady feet. “Pansy,” Harry growled. “Yes, daddy?” Pansy squeaked, clamping her hands on her mouth when she registered the response the tone of his voice had elicited. “Across my knee. Right now.” The story was a Patron request. If you'd like me to write a fic for you or want me to add a particular kink in this story and read the next few chapters, consider signing up! 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Chapter 0 - Take Me Now, Harry Potter.

Content Warnings: Teasing, Virgin! Gabrielle, Deflowering, Semi-Public, Exhibitionism “That look doesn’t suit you at all, Harry Potter.” Harry turned around in panic, his racing heartbeat settling a bit at the sight of the short blonde in the shimmering blue dress behind his chair. In retrospect, the musical tilt of the voice and the heavy French accent should have been a dead giveaway. He had been introduced to most of the wedding guests as Bill’s distant cousin. Only three people who talked that way knew his real identity. One of them was currently pacing in front of the altar, trying not to panic at the last-minute changes to her wedding and the second was following the bride in a futile attempt to calm her daughter. The third, it seemed, had decided to ambush him and render useless any attempts to remain inconspicuous. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about madam. I am Bixlby. A distant cousin of the groom,” Harry replied. He had turned to her with a smile, glad that the freckles now dotting his face did a splendid job of disguising his blush. To say that he had a small crush on the woman standing in front of him would be akin to saying water was wet. He had always felt drawn to Gabrielle Delacour since the moment he had pulled her out of the frigid waters of the lake, and the tug had not lessened with the passage of time. They had trauma bonded after their experience in the lake and had spent the entire year together. From attending the Yule Ball as friends to the tearful goodbye at the end of the year, he had loved every single moment with her. Her letters had been the only thing that had kept him sane during the madness of his fifth and sixth years. Every letter had been treasured and preserved, and he still had them, safely wrapped up in the rug sack he had packed for his secret trip. It had been almost a year since their last face-to-face meeting. Too long, Harry thought, his heart skipping a beat. “Well, Bixlby,” she said, her arms clasped behind her back. She nudged his food with one of hers, “Despite the horrid state of your hair and your shabby clothes, would you care to dance? The man who was supposed to be my date for the wedding seems to have blown me off, despite the sweet sweet promises he made in his last letter. Maybe he forgot about me. It’s horribly depressing to be by yourself at a wedding.” He had planned to keep his distance from her. The plan had always been to sit through the wedding, then slip out in the quiet of night with Ron and Hermione. No goodbyes, especially not with her. She was probably the only person who could have made him change his mind. Or worse yet, convince him to bring her along with him. It was part of the reason why he had agreed so readily to being disguised. Better for her to think he had skipped out on the wedding altogether. He cleared his throat, but the denial died out before it ever made it past his lips. Instead, he stood, quietly placing his hand in hers. It wasn’t her allure. That just made him unreasonably randy. This was some deeper connection the two shared, that they had shared for nearly three years now. A connection that made it nigh impossible to deny her anything. He had broken up with Ginny to keep her safe from the dark roads he knew he had to travel when the time came, but that hadn’t been the entire truth. Every thought, every memory and experience he had shared through the innumerable letters he had exchanged with Gabrielle Delacour had convinced him that a part of him would never be Ginny’s, for it had already been given to someone else. He liked Ginny, but he could never be hers. At the end of the day, there was only one for him. Even if that affection was wholly one-sided and would probably remain that way forever. He let her lead him to the dance floor, gently wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her as close to him as he dared. With both hands on her waist and hers on his shoulders they slowly swayed in tune to the romantic music, neither seemingly wishing to speak and break the tension in the air. It was he who broke first, sighing softly as he asked, “How did you know it was me?” “I may only be part-Veela Mister Potter, but that too comes with its advantages. You may look like a raggedy doll, but you smell like my Harry.” My Harry. Those two words were enough to make his heart skip a beat. “Do I smell that bad?” “On the contrary, you smell of wood polish, ash, and honey. It’s quite intoxicating.” She giggled. He sighed as she stepped closer, pressing her soft body against his. While no one would miss the fact that she and Fleur were sisters, the similarities ended with the blonde hair, blue eyes, and ethereal beauty. Gabrielle hadn’t grown an inch ever since they’d met, and even now, wearing what he assumed were rather uncomfortable heels, the top of her head barely reached his chin. What she lacked in height she made up for in other qualities, and the body-hugging blue ballgown she wore left him in no doubt that Gabrielle Delacour had turned out to be a curvaceous beauty. “You know, I was supposed to fly under the radar during the wedding,” Harry whispered, closing his eyes as she rested her head on his chest. The song had slowed even further, and more and more couples were joining the dance floor, swaying slowly to the tune. “Now everyone is going to wonder what the shabby lad no one really knows is doing with the most beautiful girl at the wedding.” “Don’t let my sister hear you say that. She has already set fire to three different floral decorations since morning and overhearing someone call a woman other than the bride the most beautiful in attendance might destroy what little sanity she has left.” The mirth in her voice was unmistakable. “Also, what’s radar?” “Radar is-” He paused, trying to figure out how to explain a concept even he didn’t fully understand. “It’s a muggle thing. As for your sister, my lips are sealed if yours are.” “I’ll keep your secret if you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. The only thing we talked about all summer was spending time together at the wedding before you left to finish the big secret quest that you can’t tell me about.” He could feel her turn her head, and he looked down, following her gaze to the table with Ginny and Viktor Krum. “Something… Someone change your mind?” “Ginny and I broke up.” “So you told me. I’m glad. She was unkind to me and my sister, and not the right person for you.” “I like her, but you’re right. We weren’t meant to be.” He looked over to his ex-girlfriend laughing at something Krum had said. “So, if it wasn’t because of her, why were you avoiding me?” “I plan to leave after the wedding,” Harry admitted softly. “I thought between us, my English is weaker mon cherie. I did mention in my letters that I looked forward to dancing and spending time with you DURING the wedding, did I not?” She turned her head again, nuzzling back into his chest. “I thought you’d ask me to stay.” “Oh?” Her grip on his shoulder tightened. He could sense that she had reservations about his plan, but she didn’t voice them. She simply started to hum in tune with the ongoing song, her beautiful voice soothing the pain and weariness that had consumed his soul of late. “And if you asked me to stay, I’d stay. Out of everyone in this tent, you’re the only one who could make me change my mind,” he admitted quietly. “The monster you’re trying to stop considers me subhuman Harry. He wants to kill you. I have no future here as long as he has power. If you make me two promises, I won’t try to stop you.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, blue eyes blazing with emotion. “I promise,” he answered promptly. She understood why he was doing what he planned to do. The least he could do in return was provide anything she needed to ease the sting of his departure. Even if it was something as simple as a promise. “You haven’t even heard what my demands are.” Another musical laugh escaped her lips. “I trust you.” And he did. Blindly. Just as much as he trusted Ron and Hermione, perhaps even more. “I want the pleasure of one last dance. Then you can slip away during the vows, and I won’t ask you to say. I’ll even make sure no one notices you leaving.” “How do you plan to manage that?” He chuckled. If her stories about her time in Beauxbatons were any indication, Gabrielle Delacour was a big fan of flashy, over-the-top, and slightly impractical plans. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. I’m going to be the first person your sister questions, and I want to be able to claim plausible deniability.” “Oh, don’t worry. Nothing to endanger the wedding. Murdered by an angry sister isn’t the way I want to go.” She ran a nail over his chest, the pressure enough to leave a mark on his skin even through the ill-fitting white shirt. “I’ll just make sure every eyeball is fixed on the altar.” “Gabrielle.” She was going to use her Allure. A sensible plan, and if he was being reasonable, something he’d have agreed to. Jealousy was never reasonable, and he didn’t want anyone ogling his Gabrielle. “What? I’ll be standing right next to her. Staring at me, staring at her. She won’t even know the difference.” “What’s the other promise you want me to make?” He asked, deciding to shift the topic before he said something he’d regret. They had never cared to define their relationship, and she had been genuinely excited when he had gotten together with Ginny. They were very close friends, but he was pretty sure the magical connection he felt was one-sided. Telling her that he didn’t want anyone else ogling her would give away feelings best left unsaid. She continued dancing until the song petered out, before taking a step back and looking up at him defiantly. She cupped his cheeks, pulling him down to her level. “You promise me that you come back to me alive, Harry Potter,” she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion. Veela were creatures of passion and emotion, and he could see the effort she needed to make sure she remained composed in the middle of the dance floor. One-sided, huh? The annoying voice in his head spoke up. Shut up. A random Weasley cousin that nobody knew kissing the Maid of Honor would surely raise questions, but he was beyond caring. This was meant to be, he knew that now. He leaned forward to press his lips against hers, to finally break the weird tension both of them had been dancing around for years, only for a loud bang to echo around the tent, obliterating the romantic mood. He jumped away from her, before grabbing her hand in case they were under attack and needed to run to safety. Every invited guest was making their way towards the sound of the explosion, and Harry was sure he recognized the booming voice from somewhere. He pushed through the crowd, pulling Gabrielle along with him. They reached the front of the crowd just as the patronus was dissipating, its last words still echoing around the tent. ‘...The ministry has fallen. They are coming.’ “Harry!” Harry whipped his head around to look at Hermione, knowing there was no point in pretense anymore. He hadn’t heard the entire message Kingsley’s patronus had been sent to convey, but he had heard enough. They were no longer safe at the Burrow. Hermione pushed her way through a shell-shocked couple, manners and decorum all forgotten in the interest of their safety and ensuring the success of the mission they had planned. “We have to go! Now!” Harry nodded numbly and followed his best friend out of the tent and into the gardens behind the Burrow. They kept walking until they reached the thicket of trees that marked the end of the property, the dense foliage protecting them from prying eyes. It was only when Gabrielle leaned into him to pull off her heels that he realized he had pulled her along with him to the rendezvous point he had set up with Ron and Hermione should things go south. And things had definitely gone south. “My sister will not be happy about this,” Gabrielle said with a chuckle, tossing the heels she had pulled off into a bush. “What?” she asked at his inquisitive glance, “they’re really hard to run in.” “You’re not-” “Shite,” Ron wheezed as they ran into the clearing, immediately raising his hands up in surrender at the sight of Hermione pointing her wand at him. “All the Ministry protections placed around the house have been stripped.” “As I said, we need to leave, now.” “Hermione, we haven’t prepared. We’re not ready,” Harry hissed, subconsciously tightening his hold on Gabrielle’s hand. She had asked him to come back to her. Which meant they had to succeed in their mission. Fat chance of that happening if we run off with no plan and no supplies. “Way ahead of you. Figured something like this might happen. Now, say your goodbye, because we need to apparate away before they arrive,” Hermione answered, pulling out the enchanted pouch that hung around her necklace. “Gabby…” Harry whispered, turning to the short blonde. “Go,” Gabrielle answered with an easy smile, squeezing his hand. “I’ll tell them I snuck out here for a smoke. Mama knows about my habit, she can corroborate my story.” “I-” “I fell in love with the hero who pulled me out of that disgusting lake, Harry Potter. I knew what I signed up for. Go be the hero I dream about every night, but make sure you come back to me,” she whispered, leaning up on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his. “I will.” He would. No matter what it took, he’d come back to her. He let Hermione pull him away even as he was deepening the kiss, knowing every second he stuck around was another dent in his determination to leave. He grasped the hands of his best friends, already missing the unique warmth and softness of Gabrielle Delacour’s palm. “Let’s go,” he mumbled, nodding at Hermione to apparate them away. He braced himself for the now familiar tug in his navel, frowning at the hand grasping his shoulder at the very last minute. “Stop…” But the words were lost to ether as they apparated away, emerging in a dirty, dark alley in what he presumed was Muggle London. It was raining heavily, and they were all soaked within minutes, including their uninvited traveler. “Gabby, what the hell?” Harry growled, turning to look at her unrepentant face. She just gave him a small smile and shrug, pulling her blonde hair out of the elaborate hairdo it was secured in. “Veela are impulsive creatures. I couldn’t help myself.” “We have to send her back.” “Harry.” Hermione’s rational, no-nonsense tone cut through the panic that was consuming him at the thought of Gabrielle getting hurt or killed because of him. “Emerging from the bushes outside the wedding tent and claiming she had ducked out for a smoke is one thing. Apparating back… puts her in danger. It puts them all in danger. For better or for worse, she is with us now.” “Why?” Harry asked desperately, cupping her round cheeks. “You promised.” “I promised not to stop you from leaving Harry Potter. I didn’t say anything about not following you,” she murmured, grabbing his collar and pulling him for the bruising kiss he had been yearning for all day. It was slow and passionate, their tongues dueling for dominance. They only pulled away after the discreet cough from Ron reminded them they weren’t alone, but Gabrielle stayed close to him, resting her forehead against his. They were standing in a dark and deserted alley somewhere in Muggle London, soaked to their bones, but it was the most romantic moment of his life. “Besides, you had promised me one last dance. You don’t get to leave me before you fulfill your end of the bargain.” “There’s a look that suits you, Harry Potter.” Harry turned away from the mirror he had been using to tie his bowtie, his lips morphing into a grin at the sight of his girlfriend leaning against the door. “I am getting a strange sense of deja vu.” “Well, you’re not a raggedy cousin of the Weasleys anymore, and I’m… not wearing blue,” Gabrielle said as she walked into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a heeled foot. Harry studied the forest green gown that loosely hung off her shoulders. “Not to mention the fact that your dress looks like it’ll fall off by the time you reach the altar.” Gabrielle strutted towards him, her hips swaying mesmerizingly. He watched the show enraptured until she turned, her blonde hair smacking him gently in the face and shaking him free of his decidedly unholy thoughts. “You better zip me up then, Best Man. I hear it’s bad form for the Maid of Honor to upstage the bride.” “I’m not the Best Man,” He said, his chuckle dying out as he felt her press back into him. Her perfectly shaped ass pushed into his crotch, and he had a feeling she knew exactly what sort of reaction her actions would elicit. “You’re my Best Man,” she whispered, leaning back into his chest with a sigh. “Ginerva was searching for you.” She tried to keep her tone light, but it wasn’t difficult to detect the undercurrent of jealousy in her voice. Veela were passionate and territorial, especially about their mates. It was one of many things he had learned about her during the time they had spent together on the run and then living under the same roof while they dealt with the fallout of the final battle. He didn’t care. She was a creature of emotion, and loving her meant loving all aspects of her. Including the part that was currently coming up with a devious plan that probably involved his ex-girlfriend and pyrotechnics. “Why?” he asked, circling his arms around her waist and pulling her back into his chest. He savored the newfound closeness. It had been days since he had held her like this. Even now, nearly two years into their relationship, the novelty of simply holding her hadn’t worn off. He suspected it never would.  “Well, it’s tradition to hook up at weddings. And since you don’t seem interested in your girlfriend sexually, perhaps she thought you had a different type you enjoyed? Someone taller? More petite?” she asked, her voice quivering. “Gabby…” “I know. We haven’t gone further than snogging because you don’t want us to be like your parents.” The tension and frustration in her voice were as clear as day. “I want us to be better. They’d want us to be better,” he whispered, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He had never quite figured out what she smelled like, only that he wanted to spend the rest of his life surrounded by that intoxicating aroma. “They married right out of Hogwarts and had me within the year because there was a war going on. I didn’t want us to start the rest of our lives together with a foundation of fear like they did.” “The war is over.”    “That it is.” Instead of zipping up her dress, his hands had traveled to her shoulders, pulling the thin straps down her milky arms. The loosely held-up dress dropped down her body and pooled around her ankles with little effort, and she took a step away from him, freeing herself of the unwanted garment. She turned to him with a timid smile, and he was sure his heart had stopped. She was Aphrodite in a mortal vessel, with her deceptively innocent round face, heavy breasts, and sinful eyes. “You know,” she whispered as she stepped closer to him, her slender fingers working on the button of his dress trousers. “When the knight rescues the princess from the evil creatures keeping her captive, he gets her as his prize. That’s how the stories go, don’t they?” He sighed as the button was undone, his trousers sliding down his legs and pooling around his ankles. “I have been waiting for a long time to give you this prize, Harry Potter,” she murmured, her fingers hooking into his boxers, pulling them down his legs. He groaned in relief as his massive erection was finally freed. It didn’t take too much for him to be hard around his girlfriend. Usually, her presence was more than enough. Now, with everything she was doing? He was rock hard and throbbing, and they hadn’t even kissed. “And what is my prize?” he whispered teasingly. He buried his face in her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys on her alabaster skin as he traveled down to her shoulder. “I am. The knight took the princess after defeating all evil, and they lived happily ever after,” Gabrielle murmured, her laughter turning into a breathy moan as his lips closed around the pulse point on her neck. Her moan, Harry decided, was the most beautiful sound in the world. He’d spend the rest of his life trying to make sure he heard it as often as possible. She turned his head at the sound of trumpets from the ground below, and he paused, knowing it was the signal for guests to take their seats. “We’re missing the ceremony.” “I don’t care.” “The ring? You’re the Maid of Honor.” “She wears his ring on a necklace. Bill gave it to her before he left to join the battle. She’s going to take it off and slip it on his finger during the ceremony to signify the end of their old life and the start of a new one,” Gabrielle explained, clutching his shirt. “Are you-” “Harry Potter.” She pressed into him, her voice laced with frustration. “I have pined after you for three years, then waited patiently by your side for nearly two more for this exact moment. We do not leave this room until you take my flower.” Harry nodded, but knew at the same time Fleur would never forgive him if they weren’t around to witness the ceremony. He took her hand, pulling her to the window of his room that thankfully looked over the garden below. He thanked Merlin that Fleur and Bill had decided on an open-air ceremony this time around and that the entire thing could just as easily be watched from his bedroom window. It felt less like a coincidence, and more a sign from the universe. Gabrielle looked back at him in confusion, but realization dawned on her face when he placed her hand on her back, pushing her down on the window ledge. This way, she wouldn’t have to miss the wedding, and they wouldn’t be leaving his room until he took her flower. They weren’t exactly hidden, however, and anyone who looked up in their direction would see them having sex. Not that he cared, and knowing his girlfriend, she’d probably prefer at least a certain redhead in attendance watching them. Watching her lay her claim on him. He licked his fingers, pushing two of them inside her tight, virgin cunt to warm her up. Her giggling turned into yet another musical moan as her walls were stretched by the intruding digits. She was tight, barely able to handle even two of his fingers. He looked down at the massive girth of his throbbing shaft. “Harry?” “Hmm?” He glanced up to see her looking back at him, realizing he had stopped pushing his fingers deeper. “I’m a big girl. Stop worrying, and give me what I want.” “Yes ma’am,” Harry teased back with a mock salute, before reaching out with his hand and grabbing a fistful of hair. She groaned when he pulled, the groan turning into a desperate whimper as he mixed the sting of his gentle tugs with pleasure as his thumb moved to her clit and began massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves. She was already dripping wet for him, trickles of her gleaming arousal making their way down her thighs. He pulled his eyes away from her cunt at the sound of trumpets, looking down at the ceremony below. He watched as Fleur made her way down the aisle, and he pulled his fingers out. He grabbed his cock, guiding its tip inside Gabrielle’s tight, wet cunt. She groaned as her walls were stretched, trying their best to accommodate the massive girth now pushing deep inside her. He paused when his tip ran into resistance, deciding to let her get used to his presence. Her face was a dark red, and she was panting, but her eyes were fixed on her sister’s journey below. At a quiet nod, he thrust deeper. Gabrielle cried out, a single tear escaping her eye as he took her virginity. He paused, knowing from past experience that the sharp sting would soon lapse into a dull ache. He was more than happy to give her the time she needed to get used to him. “More,” she rasped after a minute, and he used his hand in her hair to pull her up against his chest. His chin rested on her shoulder, both of them watching the ceremony unfold below even as he pushed deeper inside her. He watched as Fleur climbed onto the slightly raised platform, turning to face a waiting Bill. Her pregnancy bump was clearly visible through the specially tailored wedding dress, and Harry ghosted his hand over the gentle curve of Gabrielle’s stomach. His eyes fluttered shut for a second, imagining the life the future had in store for them. All of this, and so much more. “Do you ever think about children?” Harry whispered as he bottomed out inside her. “I want six of them. With your beautiful eyes and my hair,” Gabrielle whispered. A hand turned and twisted to hold on to the back of his head, and he watched the other disappear between her spread legs, lazily fondling her clit. “Six?” he asked, amused. He tried not to move, to savor the tightness and the feel of her velvet walls around his shaft. But instinct took over and he began to rock his hips, slowly pumping his length in and out of her pussy. “Mhm,” she whispered, moaning softly. He moved his hand to one of her breasts, fingers digging into the large mound. They were both watching the ceremony below, and as the priest invited the couple to say their vows, he had an idea. “I have dreamt of you, my angel,” Harry whispered, drowning out Bill’s words with his own. “You occupy my thoughts every second I am awake. Even in dreams, I return to the warm embrace of your arms.” He was speeding up, pulling out only to ram back into her tight snatch as he spoke. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he whispered. As far as vows went, his could have been far better and much more romantic. But the haze of arousal clouding his mind was making it impossible to think or talk anymore, and he decided to leave a proper vow for their wedding. “My savior.” Gabrielle moaned, desperately rubbing her clit. “My knight in shining armor. Our paths may have meandered, but I was yours since the day you pulled me free from the lake, and I will be yours till the end of our days.” She groaned loudly when he twisted her nipple. Her moans were growing louder with every passing second, and the walls clamping down around his shaft let him know she was already close. Which is just as well, Harry thought with a quiet groan. He was pumping desperately in and out of her tight cunt, all sense of rhythm lost as he chased the high he knew was just around the corner. I can’t hold on for much longer. “Should anyone have an objection to this union, speak now, or forever hold your silence,” the priest intoned. Harry held his breath, half expecting someone to look up and notice Gabrielle pressed against the window in all her naked glory, and scream an objection to their union. However, no objection came, either to them or against the wedding below and he sped up, desperately trying to push them both over the edge. “Very well. I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He pushed deep inside her one last time, her loud moan intermingling with his roar as they came. “You may kiss the bride.” He kissed her. The story was a Patron request. If you want a smuttier Part 2, go to my Patreon! If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. 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Chapter 6 - The Proposal

Susan took a deep breath, taking a second to steel her nerves before she walked up to the Slytherin sitting alone in the far corner of the library. Given the traditional animosity between Gryffindors and Slytherins, she had thought it best if she approached the girl alone. The fact that she had never worn the hideous badge that many of her housemates now sported gave her some hope that she’d agree to help them out. “Daphne?” she called out softly, trying to fight the blush on her cheeks. The curse of being a redhead was that she was as pale as a vampire and blushed at the smallest provocations. And Daphne Greengrass was nothing if not a huge reason to blush. The blonde was intimidating, suave, and unapproachable, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous. “What?” Daphne snapped, her scowl softening somewhat when she realized who had interrupted her reading. She removed her reading glasses, setting them down on her book before gesturing to the chair opposite her. “Sorry,” she said, her tone still guarded. “I thought you were that idiot from Drumstrang who keeps asking me out.” “No problem,” Susan murmured, pulling the chair and sitting down on it. “I’m sorry to interrupt your reading, but I need your help with something important.” Daphne raised an eyebrow. “I know we’re not exactly friends-” “You’re tolerable, Bones. Which is more than I can say for most of the castle,” Daphne said briskly, cutting Susan off mid-sentence. “Right. Well, I wouldn’t even be asking if my boyfriend wasn’t under imminent risk of being ripped from limb to limb-” “This is about Harry Potter?” Daphne asked, cutting her off again. Susan frowned at the slightly amused tone. “Y-yes.” Daphne picked up her glasses, fogging them up before starting to clean them with the edge of her sweater. “Alright. I’m in.” “You don’t even know what we need help with.” “Considering this is Potter we’re talking about, I presume it will be something that breaks a lot of school rules and carries with it a risk of severe bodily injury?” “Quite possibly.” Susan smiled, the grin on her face matching Daphne’s. Who knew the Ice Queen had a sense of humor? “As I said, I’m in. I do have a price,” Daphne added, setting her glasses down. “What’s your price?” Susan asked warily. The Greengrasses were fabulously wealthy, so it wasn’t like she needed money. Fabian Greengrass had made a fortune trading potions, and the family had never looked back. “A date.” “With me?” Susan squeaked. “With Harry,” Daphne replied, her tone crisp. “W-why do you want a date with Harry?” Daphne pushed aside the book to reveal the day’s copy of the Daily Prophet. “If I’m putting my life and my reputation on the line, not to mention taking the risk of getting ostracized by the majority of my house, I’d like to have some skin in the game. He clearly has no problem dating more than one person, and the rumor mill says you not only encourage it but that you’re a happy participant as well.” Susan rolled her eyes. “Really? You’re going to believe the Hogwarts rumor mill and an article Skeeter wrote?” “Normally I wouldn’t give either a single shred of my attention, but Potter and Granger have been inseparable for years now. One wonders.” Daphne shrugged. “Especially when Granger all but confirmed everything to Tracey during Care of Magical Creatures.” “It’s a lie.” “So… she’s not dating Potter?” Daphne asked, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “No. We just made it up so people would stop looking at Hermione like she’s a charity case and at me like I’m a two-timing bitch. Not to mention making sure the whole sad clueless little boy angle she’s using for Harry doesn’t find any traction.” “Turning the tables on Skeeter by completely wrecking her agenda. Impressive.” There was genuine admiration in her voice. “It can’t have been those two. You thought it up, didn’t you? There’s a Slytherin hidden in you, Bones.” “The hat almost put me in Slytherin. Said it recognized my determination to protect those I loved, no matter the cost.” “That is a very Slytherin quality.” Daphne tilted her head. “Did you come to me to protect someone you love?” “Yes,” Susan said without hesitation. “Interesting. I thought you were faking it and this was a marriage of convenience.” Susan flushed. “Harry isn’t a tool you use for your own purposes or barter with, Daphne.” “Relax. I mean no offense. I was just slightly astonished that you love him. People like us don’t usually have the luxury of choosing to be with the people we love, after all.” “Why do you want to go on a date with him if you don’t believe in love?” Susan asked, repeating her question. “Guess why?” “The Greengrass line,” Susan murmured, her eyes going wide. “My sister is besotted with Malfoy,” Daphne said with a scowl. “What she sees in the arse…” She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Thus, it falls to me to make sure the ferret doesn’t get his grubby hands all over my family’s power and wealth.” “Why Harry?” When Daphne didn’t respond, Susan continued. “I’m not entirely opposed to the idea, but if you don’t tell me why you want to go on a date with him, I’m not going to say yes. I’m not going to let you use Harry as a bargaining chip. We’ll find someone else to help us with what we need.” Daphne took a deep breath, leaning back to make sure no one else could overhear their conversation. Satisfied, she leaned closer, her eyes narrowing, “If you breathe a word of what I’m about to say-” “You’ll freeze my ass off and hand it to me on a plate,” Susan muttered, finishing the girl’s trademark threat. With how much my ass is aching sitting on this hard chair, I might just welcome it. “Exactly.” “So?” “My family has always straddled a rather perilous fence of neutrality. I fear that may not be possible in the coming years. It’s time to pick a side, and I know which one I’m going with.” Susan took advantage of the pause to mull over Daphne’s words. A Greengrass had always been the head of the neutral faction in Wizengamot since the times of Gellert Grindlewald. For Daphne to publicly date Harry… The news of it would send shockwaves through the Ministry and the corridors of power. Something had to have changed. The Greengrass’ determination to abandon their long-held beliefs, combined with Harry’s forcible entry into the tournament and the events of the World Cup all added up to something. She didn’t know what that was yet, but she had an ominous feeling something horrible was on the horizon. Something none of them were prepared for. “No,” Susan said, despite the obvious advantages to the proposition and her own undeniable attraction for the girl. “Why?” “As I’ve said, I have no desire to see my boyfriend used as a pawn in your political machinations, Daphne. I doubt he’ll be any warmer to the idea than I am,” Susan said coldly, moving to get up. She raised an eyebrow when Daphne grasped her wrist, pulling her back down into the chair. “Let me finish.” “What else is there to say?”  Daphne sighed. “You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Susan simply crossed her arms over her chest and waited for her to continue. “The thought of laying on my back, pretending to moan while some random idiot paws at my breasts and shoves his tiny dick in me for two minutes just so I can birth his unimpressive spawn and give it my name makes me want to claw my eyes out. The thought of spending my entire life in a loveless marriage with said idiot makes me want to fling myself off the Astronomy Tower.” Daphne paused, taking a deep breath before she continued. “Potter is head over heels in love with you. It took me all of ten minutes of hearing him talk about you to Professor Hagrid during Care of Magical Creatures to gauge the depth of his affection for you. He loves you, you love him. It’s all fairly nauseating,” she teased, a small smile on her face. “I… I want someone who looks at me like that. Call me selfish, if you want to. I want to protect my family but I also want… a happy life. I feel like I’d have one with you and Potter. You’re people I think I can be myself around, a safe harbor where I can abandon the stony facade that has become my life. And-” She paused, a wicked smirk on her face. “I’ve lived with Tracey long enough to know the ‘well-fucked limp’ when I see it,” she finished with a smirk. Susan turned the shade of a beetroot at the observation. Is it that obvious? “He didn’t… uh… I wasn’t uhm… well-fucked today,” Susan mumbled, not sure why she felt the need to clarify that in the first place. She sighed at the disbelieving look on Daphne’s face. “T-there might have been some sexual activity,” she confessed shyly. “You’re adorable,” Daphne chuckled, picking up her reading glasses and perching them on top of her head. “You’ll treat him right?” Why am I even considering this? She felt a strange draw to the girl. It wasn’t as simple as them needing her help. In some inexplicable way, this encounter felt like it was meant to happen. She convinced herself it was just her brain working out Daphne’s usefulness in the background. Not only was she important to making sure Harry got through the First Task unhurt and alive, having the Greengrass heir in their corner pretty much guaranteed the neutral votes in Wizengamot. With her support, they had enough votes to ensure Malfoy couldn’t force through another change of the damned law. Their little tale about Hermione ‘dating’ Harry might have taken the wind out of Skeeter’s article, but she had belatedly realized it also had the effect of warning Malfoy that they were onto his designs for the endangered Wizengamot seats. Not to mention the fact that once she had peeled back the layers to reveal the real reasons Daphne wanted a date with Harry, she found them to be equal parts sad and adorable. To think a desire for love was something shameful that had to be hidden… Susan groaned. This is why I stay far away from politics and making decisions more consequential than choosing between muffins and cupcakes for picnics. “Why don’t you come along?” Daphne asked, clearly interpreting her groan in a different light. “With you two? On the date?” That was… unexpected. “I don’t mind. If Harry and I hit it off, we will end up spending a lot of time together after all. You can be our chaperone,” Daphne said, shutting her book and slipping it into her bag. “That way you won’t have to worry I’m this generation’s Alicia Zabini.” “That’s… fair. I’ll ask Harry,” Susan said, watching her get up. “Let me know by dinner.” With that, she left, leaving a dazed and confused Susan in her wake. “Let me guess, she laughed in your face and told you to go drown yourself in the Great Lake when you asked her to help us,” Harry murmured, frowning. Susan silently walked up to where he and Hermione sat under their favorite oak tree next to the Great Lake, silently plopping down into his lap. “Unfortunate, but not unexpected. The way I see it, we have two options. We either keep questioning Hagrid until he gives us sensible, useful advice, or we start pouring through every book on magical creatures we can get our hands on.” “We don’t know what magical creature I have to fight yet,” Harry pointed out. “I doubt they’ll use the Acromantulas considering the colony in the forest is very illegal and shouldn’t actually be there.” Susan stayed silent, nuzzling into Harry’s chest as she mulled over her interaction with Daphne. Daphne and Harry getting together… made a lot of sense. She wasn’t even as opposed to the idea as might be expected. She had already made peace with having to share Harry with someone else. Having to share him with one more person wouldn’t be all that different. For that person to be impossibly beautiful… She felt a strange combination of desire and jealousy. She had fantasized about watching him with his other partner, and Daphne had hinted she wasn’t averse to the idea of sharing instead of keeping their lives entirely separate… The only thing that held her back was her fear. Her fear that she wouldn’t be enough anymore. That he wouldn’t want her when he had someone like Daphne Greengrass. That’s never going to happen. We are soulmates, the rational part of her brain reminded her. Daphne could be his girlfriend, perhaps even his wife, but she was and would always be his soulmate. “She uh… she said she’d help,” Susan said quietly, interrupting the discussion between Harry and Hermione. “What’d you do, learn the Imperius curse from Professor Moody and use it on her?” Hermione teased, her tone full of disbelief. “Nope. She said she’d do it for a price,” Susan replied, sighing softly. Here goes nothing. “Is that why you’re so glum, sugar plum?” Harry asked, kissing her forehead. “What does our potential Slytherin benefactor want?” “You,” Susan murmured, blushing. “What, she wants Harry to do something for her?” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. “N-no… Yes? Kinda?” Susan murmured, trying to figure out how best to phrase Daphne’s demand. It was turning out to be much harder than she had expected. I should have just had her ask Harry out directly. “She’s lonely and she wants a date with you,” Susan said after a minute’s pause, deciding to get directly to the point instead of dilly-dallying further. “Well… us. She wants a date with us in exchange for her help.” Hermione snorted incredulously, but Harry stayed silent. Which somehow worried her much more than Hermione’s obvious anger at the demand. “Harry?” “Yes, darling?” His voice sounded distant. He absentmindedly traced patterns on her back with his finger, deep in thought. “What’re you thinking about?” “Her angle.” “I told you,” Susan murmured, trying not to roll her eyes. This enmity between Gryffindors and Slytherins is so utterly pointless. Susan took a deep breath, trying to control the maelstrom of emotions swirling in her. It was futile. “I told you,” she muttered again. “She gave a lot of reasons that made sense, but the main reason is that she’s bloody lonely and wants someone in her life whose name isn’t Tracey Davis,” Susan said, poking her boyfriend’s chest. “There is no angle. There is no agenda. I swear this stupid rivalry between your houses is going to get you eaten by some big, dangerous monster, and then what?! What then?!” she growled, everything she had kept suppressed since the day his name had popped out of the Goblet spilling over in the aftermath of the stressful day she’d had. “You can die happy knowing that you didn’t fall for the devious Slytherin and Daphne can go back to happily believing she has to live her life without love and where does it all leave me? Alone for the rest of my life, because my soulmate thought his stupid prejudice against someone slightly different than him was more important than giving said person a chance!” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she continued poking his chest ineffectually. “I’m not going to leave you, love,” Harry whispered, pulling her into a tight hug. She hiccuped into his shirt, her tears staining the white fabric. “I promise.” “But you also won’t say yes to her offer,” she mumbled, her anger slowly seeping out of her. She was tired. So very tired. “I didn’t say that either,” Harry said, ignoring the grunts of indignation from Hermione. “I just wanted to know why, because the last time I trusted something a Slytherin said, I was nearly eaten by a three-headed dog. I just need to know her motives are genuine,” Harry murmured, rubbing her back. “Well, part of it is politics-” “Politics,” Harry groaned, cutting her off. “You know, I liked it better when our life was less politics and more snogging.” Susan giggled through her tears. “It’s not even been a day. You have to do this for the rest of your life,” she teased, rubbing her face against his shirt to wipe off the tears. “And you won’t help?” “Oh, no. I plan to live a happy life in our house, tend to my garden, and stay as far away from this stuff as possible. You know someone who can help though?” “Daphne,” Hermione interjected, her voice wary. “I’m not saying this because of some inherent bias against Slytherins, but can we trust her? What benefit does this date get you other than information about magical creatures that we can get from other sources?” Susan turned to look at her new friends, “There’s no one more knowledgeable about magical creatures in the entire castle than her save Professor Hagrid. And her knowledge is more… practical. The kind we need. As for the politics, do you think Malfoy won’t catch wind of our fake dating scheme? Except he won’t think it’s fake dating. He’ll think it’s real dating and push through a change to the law.” “Let me guess,” Harry said, leaning back against the tree. “They have a seat in Wizengamot and we need their vote.” “Oh,” Susan chuckled, “They have much more than a seat. Daphne’s father controls an entire faction. If we have his support, we ensure Malfoy can never change the law. The best way to ensure his support is to make sure any change to the law directly harms his eldest daughter’s future. ” “Why not just get his support and repeal the law?” Hermione asked. “Won’t survive the Minister’s veto even if we did find the votes to do it.” “All of this is very astute reasoning, but that’s not why you want us to say yes, is it?” Harry asked shrewdly. “How did you know?” “Because I know you.” Harry chuckled. “And because that’s not the reason you gave originally. How do you know she’s lonely?” “She implied as much. I can’t explain it Harry, but for the entire time I was with her, I felt this strange draw towards her. When we were talking about us… it felt like this was meant to be,” Susan mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. She was physically and emotionally tapped out, and all she wanted was to sleep in his arms till it was time for dinner and their excursion into the Forbidden Forest. “She needs us.” “Alright,” Harry said simply. “Seriously?!” “Hermione, it’s one date. If she’s as bad as we fear, I’ll grab Susan and hightail it out of there.” “And if she isn’t?” “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” “So, what, you’ll date three people?” “We’re not actually dating, remember?” “The school thinks we are.” “You two can have a dramatic break-up for their benefit,” Susan mumbled, yawning. “We’ll say you were thoroughly unimpressed by Harry’s performance in bed.” She giggled, remembering Daphne’s ‘well-fucked’ comment. “I’m horrible in bed, am I?” Harry asked, amused at the teasing. “Atrocious.” Harry chuckled. His hands rubbed her back as she slowly fell asleep, only half aware of the discussion that was still going on. “How did we get here?” “I have no clue, Mione,” Harry answered, shifting a half-asleep Susan to a more comfortable position on his lap. “But since events are so obviously out of my control, I simply plan to strap in and enjoy the ride.” “What do I call him?” Daphne asked as she walked out into the nearly deserted courtyard with Susan. Susan had walked over at the tail-end of dinner with the news that she and Harry had agreed to her condition, which had come as no small surprise to her. “What do you mean?” “Do I call him Potter? Mr. Potter? Lord Potter? Sir? What’s the protocol? I’ve never had a man court me before,” Daphne said, trying and failing not to sound nervous. She tugged on the edges of her sweater, suddenly wishing she had worn something a little more stylish than her mother’s tattered old school sweater. “What do you call him?” “When I’m not calling him Harry, I teasingly call him husband,” Susan giggled. “But I think your use of it may be coming on a bit too strong. Just stick with Harry, yeah?” Daphne turned to study the girl next to her as they walked through the dark castle grounds. The moon was scarcely visible through the heavy clouds in the sky, but there was enough light to barely make out her partner’s features. It wasn’t her looks that worried Daphne. She knew she could more than hold her own in that department. Susan Bones was chipper, open, and the human embodiment of a bright ray of sunshine. My exact opposite. Daphne wasn’t good girlfriend material, and she was well aware of how difficult it was for someone to love her. Not that she expected love from either of the two. Her expectations stopped at a happy and respectful domestic life. This is a simple business transaction. That’s all. She shook herself free from her thoughts as they walked up to the messy-haired man leaning against a tree close to Professor Hagrid’s hut. “Husband,” Susan grinned, winking at her before she ran up to Harry, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Wifey,” Harry responded with a grin of his own, returning the favor with a quick kiss to Susan’s lips. “Daphne,” he added, giving her a nod. “Po-Harry,” Daphne said, taking a hesitant step towards the couple. Her nails dug into her palms with enough force to draw blood, the pain the only thing that was staving off an impending panic attack. “You ready?” Merlin, no. I have no idea what possessed me to agree to all of this. She nodded. “Yes.” All completed chapters of the story will be immediately published on my Patreon. So if you enjoy my writing and want to support it, check me out. 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Chapter 0 - A Strange Encounter

Harry Potter was an idiot. No, Daphne thought, moodily stabbing her pancake with the silver knife in her hand, he’s an insufferable idiot who was going to get himself killed. Who in their right mind would willingly let an eighteen-year-old boy fight a dragon? Why had none of them spoken up and given him a way out? She turned to look up at the teacher’s table, willing her rage-filled grey eyes to drill holes in their Headmaster’s serene, smug face. The safest place in the world, my ass. Daphne Greengrass had decided at the age of twelve that she had no intention of sticking to the path her parents and society had laid out for her. Being the quiet pureblood trophy wife suited her sister far more than it did her. No, Daphne Greengrass had plans. Ambitious plans that she had had no idea how to bring to fruition until a fateful encounter with a black-haired, green-eyed boy on their very first train ride to Hogwarts. It had almost felt like fate, crashing into him on that symbolic ride to the very first taste of true freedom in her life. Not like my plans will mean anything if he ends up being a dragon’s lunch. Does he even know? She looked up to where the boy sat, their tables separated by as much distance as was physically possible, surrounded by his friends. He was laughing at something those annoying Weasley twins had said, nary a care in the world. It didn’t feel like he knew, which only filled the girl with an impending sense of doom. “What’re you trying to do, make a pancake smoothie?” her best friend, Tracey whispered, grabbing her arm to stop her mid-stab. She looked down at the plate and the shredded remains of her pancake, her appetite suddenly vanishing. “Doesn’t matter. I’m going to the library. I have to finish that potions essay,” she muttered, grabbing her book bag. She got to her feet, and with one last glare toward the teacher's table, marched out of the Great Hall. While she had beaten a hasty retreat to the library to avoid being grilled on her increasingly foul mood over the past month, there was some truth to what she had told her best friend. She did have to finish working on a potions essay, and while Professor Snape had let her skate by on missing one submission date, she doubted he would be as lenient if she missed the second one. Concentration, however, proved impossible with the object of her attention and his rather abrasive best friend’s entry into the library shortly after she had situated herself on her favorite table and opened her books. She tried her best not to snort with derision as the girl made Potter search for books on spells and dueling, unable to help herself when the two dumped their pickings on the table in front of her. Impressive, she thought, staring at the huge stack of books the two had managed to collect. All of it will be useless. It took teams of trained handlers years of training to learn how to subdue a dragon. Granger and Potter were talking about the merits of learning the Stupefy. Right. Try to stun a dragon all on your own. See how that works out for you, she thought, moodily scratching a word on the parchment in front of her. Self-preservation and personal ambition were the first things a true Slytherin looked out for. That’s what they’d all been taught, that’s what had been drilled into their heads from their very first night in the House. Right now, self-preservation demanded that she ignore her anxiety, walk up to Potter and smack some sense into him. She slammed her book shut, ignoring the annoyed look the wizened librarian shot in her direction. She pushed her chair back, climbed to her feet, and marched over to their table with a determined expression on her face. “It takes nine highly trained witches or wizards to stun a fully grown dragon,” she hissed, slipping into the chair next to him, “and delusions of grandeur suit Malfoy, not you. You’re not powerful enough to stun a dragon. Stop wasting your time with these books,” she finished, ignoring the annoyed grunt from the witch seated opposite them. “Dra-dragon?” Harry stammered. Merlin help her, he truly did not know. “What’re you talking about?” Hermione huffed. “A dragon. You know, those huge beasts we’ve read about that can breathe fire and have mouths big enough to swallow a boy foolish enough to annoy them with ineffectual stupefies in a single gulp?” “I have to fight a dragon for the first task?” Why in the name of Morgana’s left tit did he sound so calm? “Yes,” Daphne huffed, trying her best to maintain her icy exterior. His utter lack of panic at the news was infuriating. “And all of these,” she pointed at the stack of books, “are utterly useless.” She ignored Granger’s annoyed huff, keeping her attention trained on the boy. “How do you know this? Why are you telling me?” “Malfoy’s told half of Slytherin. Apparently, his father’s transportation company bagged the lucrative rights to import the captured dragons.” “He sent you here to rattle Harry. Where’s your stupid pin?” Hermione snarled. Daphne rolled her eyes again. How could someone so smart be so incredibly dense? “Don’t have one. I’m not his trained monkey Granger. If he asked me to scare Potter, I’d tell him to go do it himself,” Daphne said icily. “If you have nothing useful to contribute, I’d suggest finding a dusty tome and sticking your nose in it.” “Why tell me?” Harry asked again, sounding far calmer than he had any right to be. “My reasons are my own. If you don’t want to believe me, that’s your choice.” “How do they expect the contestants to fight a dragon? Even if it’s a single dragon and it’s four against one, it’s not possible,” Hermione whispered, frantically sifting through the pile of books as if one of them held the answer they needed. “I don’t think that’s the task. Malfoy thinks it is, but Malfoy’s predictions are about as accurate as Professor Trelawney’s,” Daphne said, raising her eyebrows at the look the two exchanged at her words. Harry ignored her inquisitive look, finally turning in his chair to face her, “What do you think it is?” At least he isn’t acting like a suspicious twat, she thought, massaging her temples. “If we don’t know what the task is, we can’t prepare for it,” Hermione cut in, shutting the book she had opened with a frustrated huff, drawing another glare from Madame Pince. “A very astute observation Granger,” Daphne said drily, “You know who will know though?” She paused for dramatic effect. She had given the matter a great deal of thought. “Professor Hagrid. He’s the Groundskeeper AND the Professor for Care of Magical Creatures. It’s practically a given he knows where they’re being kept and what the actual task is.” “Hagrid,” the other two exclaimed with wide grins, finally drawing Madame Pince to their table. “Out! Mannerless! Loud! Out!” she screeched, prompting Daphne to throw her hands up in surrender. “We’re going Madame Pince,” Hermione said, hurriedly starting to pack up her bags. Daphne copied her action, ducking under the librarian to go back to her table, and quickly packing up her bag. She ignored the librarian’s still ongoing berating, rushing out of the library to catch up with the other two. “-you can tell me what Hagrid says after Arithmancy,” Hermione said, frowning as Daphne ran up to Harry’s other side. “Thank you for your help, Greengrass,” she said shortly, leaning forward to look at the blonde girl. “Oh, I’m going with Potter to meet Professor Hagrid,” Daphne said, ignoring the not-so-subtle dismissal. “Why?” “Again, Granger, my reasons are my own.” “You know, you can’t force me to take you,” Harry said with a bemused smile. “Neither can you stop me from going to meet a professor in my free period,” Daphne pointed out with a smirk. “She’s got a point,” Harry reached out to bump Hermione’s arm. “I’ll see you in Herbology.” They walked in silence through the hallways, drawing a few glances as they stepped into the sparsely populated courtyard. Daphne tried her best not to shiver, it was a cold autumn morning, and before she’d been seized by this fit of madness, she had planned for a quiet morning in the warm library. In hindsight, forgoing both her cloak and her cardigan wasn’t the best of ideas. Potter, seemingly noticing her discomfort, shifted his satchel to pull off his own cloak, holding it out for her. She ignored his action and the offered garment until they were out on the grounds, far away enough from the courtyard for it to be impossible for any prying eyes to notice her pulling on his cloak. “Don’t worry. I’m just repaying your kindness,” Harry said, watching her wrap the cloak around herself. “Don’t flatter yourself, Potter,” Daphne muttered, “The reason I waited is that nobody in that castle can handle a Gryffindor being kind to a Slytherin. Their collective heads would explode. Besides, I have a reputation to maintain. As for the dragon, they considered shutting down the school last time a student nearly died. What do you think they’ll do if you’re ripped into two by a vicious dragon? I’m helping you because I value a good education and Drumstrang is far too cold for me.” “There’s always Beauxbatons. And I didn’t mean the dragon. You’re the only one in Slytherin that didn’t wear one of those stupid badges.” “Between Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, my father will always pick Durmstrang,” Daphne said darkly, drawing the cloak tighter around her body. “And I wasn’t the only one. Tracey didn’t wear one either. Several of the older Slytherins didn’t. We aren’t one big evil monolith Potter,” she added, the chill in her voice surpassing the one in the air. “I didn’t mean-” “That’s exactly what you implied. Bigotry runs both ways, you know?” she muttered, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “The sorting hat doesn’t put people in Slytherin based on their feelings towards muggle-borns.” “I know. It considered putting me in Slytherin.” “That officially confirms it. Even the hat has gone senile in the company of the Headmaster,” Daphne muttered, running up the steps to Hagrid’s hut and banging on the door. “Miss Greengrass!” the man exclaimed, his bushy beard quivering as he smiled. “Harry! Come in, come in. I jus put a kettle of tea on.” “Professor Hagrid,” Daphne smiled politely, pulling off her borrowed cloak and leaving it on the hatstand as she walked inside, making herself at home on her usual armchair. “You know Hagrid?” Harry asked, appearing utterly confused by the ease with which she had greeted the man. “I like magical creatures, Professor Hagrid teaches Care of Magical Creatures,” Daphne shrugged, petting the black dog who had scampered to rest his head on her knees. “She is good at it too. You should see her with the unicorns Harry,” Hagrid interjected, placing two mugs of tea on the table with enough force to make it shake. “Are you two here to see the skrewts?” “Not today, Professor Hagrid.” While she was secretly fond of her overenthusiastic professor, she had ZERO desire to partake in the care of his more dangerous creations. “We’re here about the dragons,” she said, flashing a look at Harry that made it clear that she wanted to do the talking. The boy seemed to get the hint, hastily busying himself with his cup of tea. “What dragons?” Hagrid asked nervously, combing his beard with his fingers. “You know, the ones they’ve brought for the first task of the Triwizard Tournament? The ones that will rip poor Po-Harry to shreds if he isn’t prepared?” she said, satisfied to see both men choke on their tea. “I mean, I’m not entirely helpless. I’ve been in dangerous situations before.” “As dangerous as facing a rampaging dragon?” “Yup,” Harry said shortly, returning his attention to his tea. Intriguing. Were the rumors true? “We aren’t supposed to help the champions Miss Greengrass,” Hagrid said, his face red. “If you think Professors Sprout, Maxime and Karakoff aren’t helping their champions…” Daphne said coldly, trying to control her temper. “Professor,” she tried in a more conciliatory tone, “Harry is the only one playing by the rules, and it’s going to get him killed. Cheating is part of the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament. Everyone cheats. We just want to make sure that Harry has a fighting chance.” “He wasn’t even supposed to be in it…” Hagrid mumbled, brows furrowed. “Exactly!” “Alright. You two meet me here at midnight. Harry, bring your invisibility cloak.” “Will do,” Harry said, quickly getting to his feet as the oven pinged. Daphne mirrored his action, having spied the rock cakes in the oven and having no desire to squeeze in a visit to Madame Pomfrey before Herbology. “See you at midnight Potter,” she said, waving at him as they exited the hut, deciding to get some reading done by the unicorn enclosure. They always calmed her down, and she needed calm in her life after deliberately upending her own life and carefully laid out plans. This story is a Slow Burn (kinda) Enemies to Lovers where they start Hogwarts at 15. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. My Patrons get access to Exclusive Content and New Stories/Chapters weeks before release, along with other great perks with each tier. My Patreon!

Chapter 3 - Weighing of Wands

“Do you know how long they’ll take?” Harry shook his head. He had an inexplicable feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach, a premonition that walking through the door would end poorly for him. But he had no choice in the matter, as he had been repeatedly told by everyone from Professor Dumbledore to Madame Bones. “It’ll be alright. They’re probably just checking your wand for signs of tampering and to make sure it’s working perfectly. Shouldn’t take too long,” Susan whispered, leaning up to peck his cheek. “If you finish early, I’ll be in the library working on that stupid Potions essay. If it takes too long, I’ll go to the Great Hall with Hermione for dinner and you can join us, alright?” Susan gave his hand a gentle squeeze, leaning up to kiss his cheek again before she left. “Okay,” Harry murmured, staying in place until he saw her round the corner and disappear from sight. He took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and entered. The classroom was completely bare, with all of the desks and cupboards having been removed. The only exception was three tables arranged end-to-end in front of the blackboard and covered with a bright green cloth. He was the last champion to arrive. Viktor was standing by the small window all alone, moodily staring out at the lake and ignoring everyone else in the room. Cedric and Fleur were in another corner having a conversation, and from the few snippets Harry could overhear, Fleur seemed to be boasting about her sister’s skill in flying. Harry turned back to the chairs arranged behind the desks, groaning internally at the sight of Ludo Bagman sitting in one, talking to a blonde witch wearing the ugliest and most garish magenta robes he had ever laid his eyes on. She seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he had seen her before. The other chairs were still empty. A thickset man carrying a camera stood behind the unknown witch, shooting furtive glances in Fleur’s direction. Bagman lunged out of his chair the minute he spotted Harry, scrambling around the tables to greet him. Harry suspected that if his physique had allowed him to, he’d have jumped over the table. Why is he so obsessed with me? “Harry! Our prodigal champion arrives! Well, come on in Harry, don’t be shy!” He boomed, his belly jiggling slightly as he spread his arms in welcome. “No need to be worried, it’s only the Wand Weighing Ceremony. We are just waiting for the rest of the judges and the expert to arrive.” “What… What exactly is Wand Weighing?” “Oh, don’t be nervous!” Bagman waved his hand dismissively. “Your wand is going to be the most important tool in the tasks ahead, well, other than your wit of course.” Bagman paused to shoot him a completely unnecessary wink. “The expert is just going to check your wands to make sure they’re fully functional and have no defects. Then we have a little photoshoot, and that’s it, and maybe a small interview…” He turned to look at the blonde witch, giving her a smile. “That’s Rita Skeeter. She’s doing a small piece on the tournament and its champions for the Daily Prophet.” Skeeter. Skeeter. Where had he heard the name before? Right! Susan had mentioned her arrival. And he had noticed the witch staring at them in the Great Hall that morning. “Oh, Ludo,” Rita said, her tone polite but reproachful. “It isn’t going to be that small. I mean… the return of the Triwizard Tournament?! Four champions for the first time in history? It’s the story of the year.” Although she was talking to Bagman, her eyes remained fixed on him. The woman left a bad taste in his mouth, even though he had no good reason to dislike her. “Do you mind if I have a quick chat with Harry before the ceremony, Ludo?” she asked, eyeing Harry like he was a fresh piece of meat. “After all, he is the Fourth Champion. The Youngest Champion. The rebel. It will add a bit of spice to the article.” “Absolutely!” Bagman replied before Harry could even open his mouth to object. “Lovely. See you in a bit, Ludo. I can’t wait to hear all about those… Firebolt knockoffs.” She rolled her eyes when Bagman turned away from her. Before Harry could process what was going on, she grabbed his upper arm and was dragging him out of the classroom with surprising strength. He winced, her long nails digging into his skin with enough force to leave bruises. “Interviews are best held in private, don’t you think?” she asked, hauling him into the broom cupboard closest to the classroom. “A little tight, but it should be alright.” She sat down on a box, opened her handbag, and pulled out a pad of parchment and a long acid-green quill. “Well, Harry? It will be really uncomfortable for you to give the entire interview standing,” she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and pointed at the upturned bucket in front of her. “Right,” Harry mumbled, slightly unnerved by her predatory gaze. The pad and the quill floated in the air next to her, awaiting her command. “Uh-” “Oh, don’t mind that. It’s my Quick Notes Quill. They take notes on their own, and have an in-built source of ink! It makes Interviews so much more comfortable,” Rita explained, following his gaze and correctly surmising he was concerned about the unfamiliar quill. Well, one of those would make writing exams a breeze. He reluctantly sat down on the bucket, continuing to stare at the parchment and quill in an effort to avoid looking at the reporter. “Right. Testing. Testing. Begin.” He watched as the quill began to scribble the words at her command. “Don’t worry about the quill, Harry. It’s just taking notes. I will go through those notes and write the final article. This is a safe space.” She waved her arms dramatically. “Okay,” Harry said, turning to Skeeter with a sigh. He was trapped, and the only way he could see out of the situation was to give the woman the interview she wanted so badly. “Well, let’s start with a simple question, shall we, Harry? Why did you enter the Triwizard Tournament?” “I didn’t,” Harry said flatly. He was tired of repeating the same assertion a million times. Hopefully, now that they didn’t have to hide their relationship anymore, Susan could serve as his alibi. “I was with Susan… Susan Bones that night. She can vouch that I was nowhere near the Goblet on the night in question.” “Interesting.” Rita glanced at the furiously scribbling quill to make sure it was getting everything. “For the record, Susan Bones is Amelia Bones’ niece and heir. The same Amelia Bones who is a member of Wizengamot, the Matriarch of the Bones family, and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. You are dating her, aren’t you Harry?” “I am, yes.” He had no idea what that had to do with the tournament, but she (and the rest of the school) had seen them kiss, so it wasn’t like there was any point denying it. “And what about a-” She tapped her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hermione Granger? A very bright muggle-born witch in your class. I hear the two of you are very close.” “She is my best friend.” “My sources say the two of you are inseparable.” “As I said, she’s my best friend,” Harry growled, unable to help his irritation. Her questions had nothing to do with the tournament. Why is she rooting around in my personal life? “And how do they feel about your participation in the tournament? Are they worried? Upset? Maybe they’re proud? Perhaps they wanted you to take part?” “They?” “Hermione and Susan.” Harry glared at her. What was she insinuating? “They’re both extremely worried, and they share my opinion that the best thing for me would be to withdraw from a championship I do not want to participate in and have a quiet, normal year.” “Oh come now, Harry. You don’t have to pretend. Our readers love a rebel.” She gave him a simpering fake smile. “I told you. I didn’t put my name in the Goblet. I was with Susan that night,” Harry bit out, trying to control his anger. “Are you worried about the tasks?” Rita asked, changing track. “People have died in the past, you know.” “We were all assured that robust safety measures have been put in place this year, and the champions have nothing to worry about.” “I doubt you’d have to worry even if that wasn’t the case. After all, you have support from the highest levels of government, not to mention the Headmaster of this school. I hear he’s very fond of you.” “What’re you trying to say?” He knew exactly what she was trying to imply. As if Madame Bones and Professor Dumbledore are the types of people who’d help anyone cheat. “Just that you’re not alone in this fight! Such a poor, tragic fate, but you must be brave,” Skeeter said insincerely, reaching out to grasp his hand. She let go after a harsh squeeze. He grabbed his thigh, his nails sinking into his skin as he tried to avoid cursing at the woman. Before he could say anything he’d immediately regret, the door of the broom cupboard was pulled open. Harry turned towards the sudden influx of light, happy to leave with whoever had interrupted them, even if it was Ludo Bagman. He instead gazed up at the serene face and long white beard of the Headmaster, who stood quietly at the entrance, looking down at the two of them. “Dumbledore!” Skeeter sported a huge smile on her face, but the nervousness in her voice was unmistakable. She grabbed her quill and pad, shoving them in her bag before either Harry or  Professor Dumbledore could take a look at what the quill had written. “How are you?” she asked, getting up and extending her hand. Professor Dumbledore shook it quietly. “Did you enjoy my last article on you?” “What man doesn’t enjoy being called a senile obsolete dingbat, Rita?” Professor Dumbledore responded with a quiet chuckle. Skeeter looked completely unperturbed by the barb. “I just report the truth, Dumbledore. Your ideas have no place in our new world, and my readers have a right to know what their Supreme Mugwump gets up to.” “I would love to talk and debate your reasons for penning that delightfully horrible article, Rita but I’m afraid it will have to be some other time.” Professor Dumbledore extended a hand toward Harry. “The Weighing of the Wands is about to start, and the ceremony cannot begin if one of the champions is missing.” Harry eagerly grasped the Headmaster’s hand, pulling himself to his feet. He practically ran back into the classroom, not bothering to look back or wait for the Headmaster or Skeeter to join him. The other Champions were now waiting in a line by the door and Harry quickly squeezed in the space between Cedric and the wall, before turning to look at the large table. He watched Professor Dumbledore stride across the room to sit on the only remaining empty chair. All five of the judges were now seated; Professor Dumbledore, Madame Maxime, Ludo Bagman, Mr. Crouch, and Professor Karkaroff. Harry tried not to wince when his scar twinged as he looked at Professor Karkaroff. What the hell was that? He thought, trying not to panic. He looked around the room to see if anything or anyone else would cause the same reaction. Rita Skeeter had slipped back into the room and settled into the corner opposite him. She was staring at him and he stared right back, wondering if his scar was some sort of universal detector for dangerous or evil people. She smiled, pulled out her pad and that blasted quill from her bag, and began to write. He had a gut feeling that Skeeter was dangerous, he just didn’t know how, yet. His scar did not hurt. Why did it hurt when I looked at Professor Karkaroff then? “May I introduce you all to Mr. Ollivander?” Harry turned to Professor Dumbledore when he realized the man was addressing the champions. “He will assess your wands to make sure they’re ready for the tasks.” Harry watched the old wizard hobble to the lectern placed in the middle of the room for him, looking at all the champions with his large, pale gray eyes. Harry shuddered. He knew the wizard’s wand-making skills were second to none, but something about the man had always unsettled him. “Miss Delacour?” He extended a shriveled hand. Fleur stepped forward, placing her wand in his palm. He looked at the wand for a minute, running his finger along its length, “Nine and a half inches. Rosewood. Rather inflexible and temperamental. I presume that is because of its rather unique core…” “Veela hair,” Fleur confirmed. “My grandmother’s. She gave a strand for the core of my wand, and my sister’s,” Fleur declared proudly. Ollivander nodded, appearing pleased that his suspicions were correct. He summoned a bouquet of flowers, handing both the flowers and the wand back to Fleur. “Mr. Diggory?” Harry raised an eyebrow at the smiles the two champions exchanged when they crossed paths. Cedric handed his wand to Ollivander, awaiting judgment. “Ah! One of mine!” Ollivander suddenly sounded much more animated. “Twelve inches. Ash. Unicorn core. Springy and well-tuned. It’s in fine condition.” “I polish it every night,” Cedric replied proudly. Harry was suddenly glad Hermione had made him clean his wand before the ceremony. This time Ollivander conjured up a jet of water, handing the wand back to Cedric with an approving nod. “Mr. Krum?” Viktor Krum stalked over to the wandmaker, silently pushing his wand into the awaiting palm. “Ahh. I recognize this style. This is a Gregorovitch wand. Never quite agreed with him on anything but…” Ollivander mumbled, studying the wand. It was thicker than theirs, with symbols etched into the hilt. “Rigid. Too rigid. A curious combination, hornbeam and dragon heartstring,” he mumbled. “Avis!” The wand let out a bang as a group of twittering birds shot out of it, and Ollivander handed it back, satisfied. “That leaves… Mr. Potter.” Harry sighed and got to his feet, reluctantly handing over his wand to the man. “Oh yes. Oh yes. This one, I remember. How could I ever forget?” Ollivander mumbled, caressing the wand, his eyes gleaming with suppressed excitement. “Eleven inches. Holly. A feather from the tail of a rather remarkable phoenix.” Harry crossed his fingers, praying that the man had enough sense not to share all the details about his wand, especially the connection between it and Voldemort’s wand in front of everyone. That would make the front page of tomorrow’s paper for sure. “But… this shouldn’t be possible. It has changed since I last saw it… There is a new… light to it. A very subtle thing, but unmistakable just the same. Something has changed… this is not the wand it once was,” Ollivander mumbled, spending the next few minutes studying the wand in deep concentration. “Curious. Most curious.” After what seemed like forever, Ollivander conjured up rings of smoke from the tip of his wand, reluctantly handing it back to him. Harry had a feeling that he would have happily spent all night studying his wand if given the chance. “They’re all in perfect working condition,” he announced to the judges. “Thank you,” Dumbledore stood, smiling at the champions. “It is getting to be rather late, so I suggest we all leave for dinner.” Harry was halfway to the door before Bagman stopped them all with a demand for photos. “We need a photo of all the champions and the judges together Dumbledore! For posterity’s sake!” Bagman declared, beckoning the photographer over with a wave of his hand. “And the papers,” Skeeter said, finally looking up from her pad. She tucked it and the quill back into her handbag and ambled over to stand by Harry’s side. “And the papers,” Bagman agreed. Harry reluctantly turned, hoping they would be done quickly. He was famished, and he had been looking forward to his first meal sitting together with Susan. The photos took a long time. Skeeter demanded individual shots of all the champions. Bagman wanted one of just the judges. When the time came for the group photo, a fight nearly broke out between Skeeter and the photographer. The man wanted Fleur front and center, while Skeeter was determined it be Harry. In the end, they compromised, with both he and Fleur standing in the middle. At last, after the final shot of the champions and judges together, they were free to go. Harry sprinted out of the classroom as fast as he could to make sure Skeeter didn’t have a chance to corner him again. He only paused once he reached the entrance of the Great Hall. It was nearly empty, most students had already finished their dinner. He ignored the couple of Slytherins who flashed their ‘POTTER STINKS’ badges at him when he passed their table. What did make him happy was the fact that there were noticeably fewer badges on the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. Hannah Abbot even gave him a smile when he walked past her. He ignored Ron’s glare, even though he was half tempted to smack the git straight. Susan and Hermione had both asked him to let the matter be for the time being, and he was already too emotionally drained by the events of the day to get into yet another shouting match with him. He walked to the very end of the table where Susan and Hermione were sitting. They had already finished eating, but he was glad they had decided to wait for him. The prospect of eating alone, with only Ron’s glare for company was not appealing. “That took long.” “Tell me about it,” Harry grunted, slipping in next to Susan. He raised his hand when Hermione tried to speak. “Save your questions for later Mione, I’m famished.” “I saved you a plate,” Susan whispered, pulling the covering plate away from the food she had saved for him. He kissed her cheek appreciatively before turning his attention to the food. She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder, clasping the hand he wasn’t using to eat. “Call it a night? You must be tired,” she asked once he had finished, and Harry nodded. “Goodnight, boyfriend,” she whispered, a hand on his cheek turning him towards her. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. He leaned into her and was just about to deepen the kiss when Hermione’s discreet cough broke the spell. “Goodnight, girlfriend,” he mumbled. She blushed and wordlessly slipped out of the bench. “Hey, Susie?” Harry called as she was walking away, holding out his own satchel. “You took my bag by mistake.” Susan looked at him in confusion. She walked towards him and exchanged bags, thankfully taking the hint. “That was your bag,” Hermione pointed out, getting to her feet. “No, it wasn’t.” Harry followed her, stuffing a muffin in his mouth to prevent any further questions. Hermione simply rolled her eyes at the transparent lie. Susan opened the bag the minute she was out of the Great Hall, smiling at the sight of the panties he had confiscated the day before, his invisibility cloak, and a note telling her to wait by the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower at midnight. She shivered at the thought of her first night sharing a bed with her boyfriend. Shit. Do I have something cute to wear? “Not a minute to waste,” she mumbled, holding the bag to her chest as she ran all the way to her dormitory. As usual, Skeeter is up to no good. All completed chapters of the story will be immediately published on my Patreon. So if you enjoy my writing and want to support it, check me out. 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Chapter 3 - The Classroom

Content Warnings: Handjob, Blowjob, Cumplay, Name-Calling, Rough Sex “You weren’t kidding when you said you’d made drastic changes.” Harry looked around the attic that housed the Divination classroom, now dramatically transformed from the stuffy, unbearably warm sauna it had been during the days of Professor Trelawney. The new professor had tossed out the pillows and blankets in favor of comfy beanbags and replaced the stuffy oppressiveness with the help of large windows that flooded the room with fresh air, and during the day, Harry presumed, plenty of sunlight. The light of the full moon that flooded the room seemed to make it even more magical and mysterious, although, nowhere close to as magical and mysterious as the goddess that stood in the middle of the classroom, bathed in silver light. Her white dress had been quietly discarded and now lay pooled up around her ankles. She stood there, legs crossed, bare for his gaze. Her dark eyes were smoldered, drawing him in, demanding he finish what he’d started in the Ministry before they’d been rudely interrupted by that nosey reporter. Harry had to remind himself to breathe when he turned away from the window and towards the girl, not expecting her state of undress, nor the look in her eyes. She was his goddess, made to be worshipped, ravished, and claimed. He had summoned her and she had answered his call, now it was time to bind her to him. “This is a long time coming,” he whispered as he walked towards her, taking her offered hand and helping her step out of her dress. “Only three years. Good thing we have the rest of our lives ahead of us.” Her voice was soft, barely audible, almost as if she recognized the importance of the atmosphere surrounding them just as much as he did. He leaned, pressing his lips against hers, arm snaking around her waist to pull her closer. His free hand traveled up to her pert breast, gently squeezing, his thumb brushing against the stiff nipple. “Mr. Potter?” “Hmm?” he hummed against her neck, slowly peppering the flawless brown skin with kisses. “How many petite, black-haired girls have you fucked these past three years, trying to get me out of your system?” “I-uhm… why do you ask?” Harry pulled away from her, frowning. The question felt like a trap, like there was no right answer. “Just curious about how many girls you’ve been with, trying to live out your fantasies about me. Now that you have the real deal before you, you hesitate?” “I-” “Get over yourself, Harry Potter. I’m no damsel in distress, and definitely no virginal flower whose innocence you need to protect. You want to woo and seduce me? Fine. Do it by the light of day.” She knelt, her breasts swaying slightly, “This and other nights, are ours. Ours to give in to our desires. And I desire very much for you to rail your dirty little cumslut,” she whispered, undoing his belt and trousers, pulling them down her legs. ‘Not everyone wants you to be their hero or their knight in shining armor Harry.’ Minnie, a girl he had briefly taken on as his submissive had once told him. ‘Some of us love you for the slightly messed up control freak that you are. Do me a favor? When you find the one, give her a chance to love all of you. Even the parts you’re ashamed of.’ As Harry looked down at the girl kneeling in front of him, continuing what she had started in the Ministry atrium, he realized that he had perhaps found the one. And she loved every part of him. Even the ones he was ashamed of. “How do you know all of this?” He groaned softly as she pulled his boxers down his legs, finally freeing the erection that he had been struggling with ever since their kiss in the bathroom. “Lavender.” Parvati shrugged before moving to wrap her hand around his shaft, “She’s seen you with enough girls in Club Black to have a very good idea about your tastes.” “And you don’t mind it? Them? The tastes?” he asked, hissing softly as she closed the gap and kissed his sensitive tip. “Do I look like I do?” A good question. She very much did not. “Did you, ever-” “Visit?” She was now licking down his shaft, his eyes fluttering shut as he nodded at her question. “No. Like I said, not quite sold on the idea of a crowd. Just because I don’t like visiting a kink club doesn’t mean I’m not kinky Mr. Potter,” Parvati reminded him, her lips wrapping around one of his balls. “Daddy,” Harry moaned as she began to suck, her tongue swirling around the engorged globe, almost as if she was teasing its treasure out of it. She continued her handjob, pumping his shaft with slow, lazy jerks of her wrist, her dark eyes looking up at her lover with supreme satisfaction. “Dhadhy,” Parvati conceded, the speech drawing his ball deeper into her mouth, the gentle graze of her teeth against its skin threatening to drive the man crazy. If her plan was to break him down until he gave into his urges, she was succeeding magnificently. He lost track of time, his surroundings, and all rational thought as she sped up, his hands moving seemingly of their own accord as they traveled down to bury themselves in her hair. She withdrew, and he let out a disappointed huff, his eyes opening again. She had pulled away slightly, both hands now wrapped around his shaft as she pumped, face turned up to look at him with an impish smile and a sparkle in her eyes. Brat. “Parv?” “Yes daddy?” she asked, her grin growing wider. At least she likes the nickname. “I’m gonna cum soon, so if you want-” He grunted, feeling the familiar coil in the pit of his stomach that heralded his coming climax. “Oh no daddy, I’m a very good cumslut. I want all of your thick-” she closed her eyes as the first dollop splashed against her lips, “tasty”, her lips parted, letting the next dollop inside her mouth. She leaned her head back, letting the last of his cum coat her face, leaving a sticky trail from her hair down to her chin, “seed all over me,” she finished, pulling a hand away from his shaft, using a finger to wipe her eyelids clean. She popped the finger into her mouth, sucking on it as she looked up at him, daring him to do what he had wanted to almost all night. Take her. Ravish her. Claim her. It was at that moment that the metaphorical dam finally broke. Looking down at the girl sucking her finger clean, her dark eyes watching his every move with feline concentration, did the man in. He did not want to struggle against his desires anymore. He could not struggle against them anymore. He grabbed her hair, ignoring the surprised gasp as he tugged on it and pulled the girl to her feet. His free hand moved to her throat, wrapping around her slender neck. “Good cumsluts don’t leave their necks bare,” Harry said, his voice a low growl. “This good cumslut hasn’t been claimed yet, Mr. Potter,” Parvati gasped out, her eyes fluttering shut as he started to slowly cut off her air. “We should rectify that.” He used his grip to slowly push her back towards the only desk in the room, her own. Collaring one’s pet was a symbolic ritual, after all, steeped in old and arcane magic. It was best done at a place of significance. Her desk. His pet. Every time she used it, whether to teach a class, grade papers or perhaps just enjoy a quiet nightcap, it’d remind her of him. Of them. She wanted him to claim her? He’d do just that. She seemed to understand his intentions, twisting slightly to allow him to push her up against the desk. Her hands gripped its edges as she clumsily pushed herself up on it, her eyes not leaving his for even a second. He had kept the pressure on her throat throughout their short journey, only removing his hand as he felt her breath grow laborious. They hadn’t decided on a safeword yet, and he had no desire to push her past her comfort zone. Not without her consent, and definitely not without a safeword in place. “What’s your safeword?” he asked as the girl fell back on the desk, her black hair fanning around her like a halo. “Safeword?” She looked at him through hooded eyes, a content smile on her face. “Yule.” “You’ll never forgive me for that, will you?” Harry asked, his hands on her knees, pushing her legs apart to reveal her glistening core. “Keep working on your apology, daddy, and I just might,” she whispered, groaning at the slap to her cunt. “That’s for talking back to me, Miss Patil.” “I should do more of that then,” she teased, biting her lip to stifle her cry at the harder slap her words elicited. He moved away from her, quickly walking over to his pants to retrieve his wand. “What’re you doing?” she asked softly, making no effort to get up. She was sure it was the combination of the alcohol and the sheer surrealism of her current situation, but she felt like she was floating without a care in the world and had no desire for the feeling to end. “For once in my life, not the stupid thing,” Harry murmured, walking back to the desk, cock twitching at the sight of her laid out, bare. Gorgeous. “Were you serious about wanting to be claimed by me?” he asked, pausing between her legs. “I was. I’m not your typical wide-eyed innocent girl Mr. Po-” her words ended in a strangled groan as the man pushed his wand against her slit, the cold tip pressing against her clit. “I-oh merlin,” she groaned at the sudden and intense vibrations assaulting her core, her head falling back to the desk. “I-I know what it means. It may last a day,” she grunted as he roughly palmed her breast, arching her back to press herself into his hand, “or an eternity. I do not know. But I’d very much like to find out,” she finished, panting at the intensity of the spell on her clit. He was hard again, ready for round two faster than he had ever been. The very aura of Parvati Patil demanded intensity, demanded that he throw caution to the wind and dive in headlong. This is exactly what he did, taking his hand away from her breast to grasp his shaft, guiding the tip towards her slit. Her complaint was drowned out by his lips pressing against hers, the words turning into a moan midway as he pushed his tip inside her. Her legs moved, wrapping around his waist, encouraging him to push deeper inside her with the gentlest of pressures. Her arms were soon around him, pulling him closer, clinging to the man as he bottomed out inside her. Tight. She was so unbelievably tight. He could have stood there for hours, lips locked, simply enjoying the sensation. Perhaps he did, for he had lost track of time long ago. After what felt like an eternity he moved, slowly pulling out before pushing back in, establishing a slow, lazy rhythm. His hand moved back up to her breast, pinching her stiff nipple and twisting it harshly. His lips had moved to her neck, her gasping and moaning no longer muffled. She cried out when he twisted her sensitive brown nub, interspersing pain in between her pleasure. Were they even two different things? Now, however, was not the time for philosophical thought. The girl was an incoherent mess, every part of her body assaulted by a different sensation, moaning, mumbling, and begging for release. He himself could feel the magic and his own orgasm build towards a climax, reducing him to a primal state of desire. All sense of rhythm was lost as he rammed into her tight cunt as hard as he could, his lips on her neck leaving a trail of hickeys as he traveled lower. “Daddy- I’m com-” Her slim fingers buried themselves in his messy black hair, pulling him up for a kiss. He groaned into her lips as he felt his own climax wash over him, burying himself inside her as he came, his wand pushed against her neck, letting the magic take hold and bind them. Utterly spent, he collapsed on top of her, his attempt to pull out thwarted by the push of her legs on his hips, indicating she very much wanted him to finish in her. He slowly rolled off her once she unlocked her ankles, laying down on the desk next to her. The two lovers spent the next few minutes in silence, riding their highs and trying to catch their breath. Harry simply stared up at the starry sky, the girl evidently having used the same spell as the Great Hall for her classroom ceiling. His hand reached out to hers, weaving their fingers together. “Am I finally forgiven?” “Depends on how pretty the collar you’ve given me is, sir.” Chapters 4 and 5 are already available on my Patreon. If you want to support my writing, check out my Patreon. 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