AN: They removed the book cover as well now smh.
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Hermione entered the hospital wing, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached Harry's bed. She had been fantasizing about this moment all day, her mind filled with dirty thoughts of Harry and her. As she closed the curtains around his bed, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts and the heat building between her legs.
Slowly, she reached for the tie of her robe, her fingers trembling slightly as she began to undo it. Underneath, she was wearing a loose, small top, exposing her smooth stomach and a short, pleated skirt that barely covered her bottom. The same clothes she had worn on the train. As the robe fell open, revealing her skimpy muggle clothes, Hermione felt a rush of excitement and embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she stepped closer to Harry's bedside, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her top.
Harry lay on the bed, his dark hair tousled and his piercing green eyes fixed on Hermione. A smirk played on his lips as he took in her flushed cheeks and the way her clothes accentuated her curves. He could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, and his pants tightened at the sight. "Hermione," Harry said, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you."
Hermione bit her lip, her eyes darting to the curtains surrounding the bed. She was alone with Harry, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as Harry's words sent a surge of desire through her body. She stepped closer to the bed, her hips swaying slightly as she moved. The hem of her short skirt rode up her thighs, exposing more of her creamy skin.
"Harry," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "I can't stop thinking about you. About us." She reached out, trailing her fingers along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the hard muscles through his shirt. Harry's hand shot out, gripping Hermione's wrist and pulling her onto the bed beside him. She gasped, her body falling against his, their faces inches apart. Harry's other hand snaked around her waist, holding her close as he captured her lips in a searing kiss.
Hermione moaned into his mouth, her body melting against his. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and it only fueled her desire.
Harry's hands roamed Hermione's body, squeezing her plump bottom through her skirt. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking at her sensitive skin. Hermione arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Harry," she gasped, her voice laced with pleasure and desperation.
Harry's hands moved to the hem of her skirt, pushing it up to her waist. His fingers slid between her legs, cupping her bare mound. Hermione moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his touch. She was already soaking wet, her juices coating his fingers as he explored her folds. "You're so wet already."
Harry's fingers slipped inside Hermione's tight hole, pumping in and out as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Hermione's moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his hand desperately. "Harry, please," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "I want you to fuck me."
Harry pulled his fingers out, sucking her juices off them. He undid his pants, freeing his hard cock. It sprang up, long and thick, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Hermione's eyes widened at the sight, her mouth watering with desire.
Harry sat up abruptly, his eyes dark with desire. "On your stomach, Miny," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Show me that perfect arse of yours."
Hermione's breath hitched at the authority in his tone, a surge of arousal coursing through her. She quickly complied, flipping over and pressing her chest against the mattress. She reached back, grabbing her plump cheeks and spreading them wide, exposing her clean, tight holes to Harry's hungry gaze.
His eyes feasted upon the exquisite sight before him. Her tight, puckered hole a slight shade darker, surrounded by smooth, creamy skin. Below it, her dripping pussy lips glistened with her arousal, the entrance swollen and inviting. The contrast between her virgin hole and her eager, wet cunt was stark, yet equally enticing. Just as much as how Hermione's hands sank into the smooth, supple flesh of her ass, struggling with how much she could fit in her hands. Her fingers disappeared into the plump, rounded globes, overflowing and spilling out between them. The skin stretched taut beneath her touch, quivering slightly as she held herself open for Harry's inspection.
His eyes raked over her exposed flesh, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, Hermione," he breathed, his hand reaching out to squeeze one plump cheek. "You have the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen." His fingers trailed down, circling her tight entrance teasingly. "How did you clean it?"
Hermione moaned, her hips pushing back against his touch. Her voice was husky with desire as she answered, "I used a special enema charm, Harry. I wanted to be absolutely clean for you." She wiggled her bottom enticingly, her hole clenching at the thought of Harry's thick cock penetrating her virgin territory.
Harry's eyes darkened at her words, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Good girl," he praised, his fingers pressing against her entrance. "You did an excellent job preparing yourself for me."
Hermione's heart raced at Harry's praise, a surge of pleasure coursing through her at the approval in his voice. She felt a rush of pride and arousal at being called a 'good girl', her pussy clenching with need. Hermione's breath hitched as Harry's fingers pressed against her entrance, her hips instinctively pushing back against his touch.
"Th-thank you, Harry," she stammered, her voice dripping with desire. "I wanted to be perfect for you." She could feel her hole fluttering around his fingers, eager for more. Hermione's face flushed with heat, a mix of embarrassment and excitement at being so exposed and vulnerable before him. Yet, she craved his touch, his dominance, his possession. She was his, completely and utterly, and the knowledge only fueled her burning arousal. "Please, Harry," she begged softly. "Take me. Use me."
Harry's eyes flashed with hunger at Hermione's words, his grip on her hips tightening possessively. "With pleasure," he growled, his voice low and commanding. He aligned his dick with her asshole and slowly began to push forward, the thick head of his cock stretching Hermione's tight entrance. She gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as she felt herself being invaded by Harry's impressive length.
Hermione's tight hole stretched to accommodate Harry's thick shaft, her body melting into pure pleasure as he filled her completely. "Ahhhhnnnn!" Like a switch had been switched she moaned loudly, her voice dripping with ecstasy.
Harry's thick cock stretches Hermione's tight asshole to its limits as he began to thrust in and out, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, filling the room with the sound of her ecstasy.
"Harry, yesss!" Her hips bucked wildly, meeting his thrusts as she devolved into a creature of pure carnal desire. "More, more, more!" she chanted, her words slurred and incoherent.
"Clap~, Clap~, Clap~"
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the hospital wing.
"Fuck me, Harry!" Hermione cried out, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. "Use me, own me, make me yours!" She clawed at the sheets, her back arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!" she screamed, her voice reaching a fever pitch as Harry pounded into her relentlessly.
His hips slammed into Hermione's plump bottom. "Take it, Miny!" he growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove into her again and again. "Take it all like the good girl you are!" Hermione's body shook with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate. "Yes, yes, YES!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
"Harder, Harry! Fuck me harder!" Harry obliged, his hips moving at a furious pace, the bed creaking beneath them. "Ahhh, ahhh, AHHH!" Hermione's moaned louder as she felt her orgasm approaching. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Her words trailed off into a wordless scream as she came undone, her entire body shook and convulsed as the most intense orgasm of her life crashes over her.
Harry felt her tight hole clamp down around his dick, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Tears of ecstasy streaming down her face. "FUCK!" she finally manages to shout, her voice raw and primal. "Harry, I'm coming! I'm coming so hard!"
Harry's hips continued to move, his cock sliding in and out of Hermione's tight hole with relentless precision. Her body shuddered with each thrust, her orgasm never truly subsiding as Harry pushed her further and further into a state of constant pleasure. "Ahhhhnnnn!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Harry, I can't... I can't stop coming!" Her body convulsed beneath him, her fingers digging into the bed as she clung to it for dear life while she felt her mind drowning in the pleasure.
Harry growled, his pace quickening as he felt Hermione's tight hole fluttering around his dick. "That's it, Miny," he said. "Come for me again. And again. And again." Hermione screamed, her body arching off the bed as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her hole clenched tightly around Harry's shaft, trying to pull him deeper inside her.
"Harry, Harry, HARRY!" she screamed, her voice breaking as yet another orgasm washed over her. Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. But Harry showed no mercy, his hips moving like a machine, driven solely by the desire to push Hermione to her limits and beyond. "Come on, Miny," he growled, his voice low and commanding. With a final, shuddering cry, Hermione's body went limp beneath Harry, her eyes rolling back in her head as she blacked out from the overwhelming pleasure.
Harry gazed down at Hermione's limp, splayed-out form, her body completely ravaged by the relentless pounding he'd subjected her to. Her once neat hair was now a wild, tangled mess, sticking to her sweat-drenched face and neck. Her small chest heaved with each ragged breath, her nipples hard and reddened from the friction against the mattress.
Below, her massive, jiggling thighs were spread wide, her puffy, dripping pussy and gaping, cum-filled asshole on full display. The sight of her used, fucked-silly body sent a surge of arousal through Harry, his cock throbbing inside her. He withdrew slowly, watching as his thick shaft emerged, coated in their mixed juices. Hermione's hole clenched weakly, as if trying to hold onto him. A small moan escaped her lips, her eyelids fluttering but remaining closed.
Harry gently rolled Hermione onto her back, taking a moment to admire her flushed, dazed expression. Her cheeks were stained a deep red. Her eyes remained closed, lashes fluttering against her skin as she drifted in a haze of pleasure. The sight of her so utterly spent, yet still responsive to his touch, only fueled Harry's desire. His eyes darkened with lust, pupils dilating as he took in every detail of her face. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss before trailing his mouth down her neck, biting and sucking at her sensitive skin. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, meeting Harry's intense gaze. She moaned softly, her hips lifting slightly as if inviting him back inside her. Harry didn't hesitate, gripping her hips and positioning himself at her entrance once more.
"Mmmnnnhhh...Harry..." Hermione's voice was a slurred, incoherent mess as Harry slid back inside her. Her eyes rolled back, her head lolling to the side as he began to move.
"S'sobig... so deep..." She moaned, her hips bucking weakly against his thrusts.
"Fuck... me... harder..." Her words were broken, punctuated by gasps and whimpers as Harry obliged, his pace becoming more brutal.
"Yes... yes... yessss..." She cried out, her voice rising in pitch as another orgasm approached. "Harry...I'm... I'm..."
"Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming~....", her body convulsed beneath him.
Harry grabbed Hermione's wrists, pinning them above her head with one strong hand.She whimpered, her eyes widening at the sudden restraint. His other hand snaked between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and circling it firmly.
"Ahhhh!" Hermione cried out, her hips jerking against his touch.
"Harry, please!" She begged desperately. Harry's fingers moved faster, pressing harder against her sensitive nub as he continued to pound into her. Hermione's body arched, her back bowing off the bed as she was overwhelmed with sensation. "I can't... anymore!"
She screamed, tears streaming down her face. But Harry didn't stop, his fingers and hips moving in perfect sync, driving Hermione towards another devastating climax.
"I... I'm...Ahhhhh!" Hermione's words dissolved into a scream as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing violently beneath Harry.
"Too much... too sensitive..." She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. But Harry showed no mercy, his fingers and hips never slowing.
"Can't... breathe..." Hermione panted, her chest heaving. Another wave of pleasure hit her, making her cry out again.
"Another...another one..." She moaned weakly, her body shaking with exhaustion.
Harry growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt his own release approaching.
Hermione's body tensed, her mouth opening in a silent scream as a final, earth-shattering orgasm tore through her. She went limp, completely spent, as Harry finally found his own release, filling her with his hot seed once more.
As their orgasms subsided, Harry pulled out slowly, watching as their mixed juices leaked from Hermione's well-used holes. He didn't collapse beside her, instead moving down her body with a predatory grace. Hermione lay limp, her mind floating in a haze of pleasure, barely registering Harry's movements.
"Not done yet, Miny," Harry whispered seductively in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Once wasn't enough for me."
Hermione's body reacted instinctively, shaking with a desperate need for more pleasure, despite her exhausted state. Her hips lifted slightly, seeking Harry's touch.
"Harry..." she murmured weakly, her voice laced with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. Harry smiled wickedly, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide.
He was far from finished with her.
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Harry rushed through the corridors of Hogwarts, his heart pounding in his chest. He had just received the devastating news that Hermione had been petrified.
He burst into the hospital wing, his eyes searching frantically for her. There she was, lying on a bed, her face peaceful but her body motionless. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he approached her bedside, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face.
He pulled up a chair and sat beside her, taking her hand in his and squeezing it tightly, as if his touch alone could bring her back to him.
As the days turned into weeks, Hogwarts continued on as if nothing had changed. Classes resumed, homework was assigned, and the castle buzzed with the usual activities.
But for Harry, nothing felt normal anymore.
Hermione's absence left a gaping hole in his life. He hadn't realised how important she had become to him. He threw himself into his studies, hoping to distract himself.
But even that didn't help. His mind kept wandering, replaying every intimate moment he'd shared with Hermione. He found himself staring at her empty seat in classes, imagining her laughter echoing through the halls and her screams of pure pleasure under him. At night, he lay awake, his body craving her touch, her warmth. Masturbation no longer brought him relief. Harry felt like he was slowly losing his mind.
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Professor Sprout droned on about the care and feeding of Mandrakes, but Susan could barely focus. Her eyes kept drifting to Harry Potter, who sat across the room. His piercing green eyes alone made her heart race every time he looked in her direction. She squirmed in her seat, her thighs rubbing together as a familiar ache grew between her legs.
Susan's mind wandered, replaying the sounds of Harry's lovemaking with Hermione. What she had heard in that bathroom never left her mind. She imagined it was her he was pleasuring, his hands roaming her body, his lips kissing her neck. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she quickly covered her mouth, hoping no one had noticed. Ever since that incident she just couldn't forget how good her orgasm was. She never managed to reach that high on her own.
As the class ended, Susan gathered her courage. She approached Harry, her heart pounding in her chest. "Harry, could I... could I talk to you for a moment? After class?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Harry noticed Susan's blush and the way she fidgeted nervously, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. To him Hermione was an outlier. It never crossed his mind that she might be the norm.
He figured Susan might have something important to discuss, perhaps a problem with her classes or a family matter.
"Is everything alright, Susan?" Harry asked now that they were alone, tilting his head slightly. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm in a comforting gesture. "You seem a bit... distracted."
As his fingers brushed against her skin, Susan shuddered slightly. Without warning, she grabbed Harry's hand and pressed it firmly against her chest. His breath hitched as he felt Susan's racing heartbeat beneath his palm. He looked at her, really looked at her, noticing the way her chest heaved with each breath, the flush spreading across her freckled cheeks, and the dilation of her amber pupils.
Suddenly, the pieces started to fall into place.
Slowly, Harry raised his hand from her chest, trailing his fingers up her neck until he cupped her chin gently. Susan's breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as she gazed back at him. The air between them crackled with sparks.
Harry leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. He could feel her warm breath mingling with his own. "Susan," he murmured, clinging onto the last shreds of doubt. "What are you doing?"
Instead of answering, Susan closed the distance between them, pressing her lips firmly against his in a passionate kiss.
Harry's surprise quickly melted into desire as Susan's lips moved hungrily against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid along her lip, seeking entrance, and she granted it eagerly.
Susan's body melted into Harry's embrace as the kiss intensified. Her arms snaked around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself closer, desperate to feel every inch of him. A soft moan escaped her throat, muffled by their joined lips.
Harry's hands roamed her body, only to be met by flatness. Oh how he disdained the Hogwarts uniform. His fingers frustratingly curled into the fabric of Susan's robe, his muscles straining as he tugged with all his might. The sturdy enchanted material resisted at first, but with a final, aggressive yank, her robe tore apart with a loud rip. Buttons flew everywhere as the garment fell open, revealing Susan's seductive form beneath. Her massive breasts practically jumped out, finally freed from their confines, except for the ugly beige bra, a grandma would wear. It was a bit disappointing in contrast to what it was hiding, but that wasn's something Harry concerned himself with right now.
He ripped it off.
His eyes widened as he took in the full sight of her chest, his gaze fixated on her ample breasts. The complete opposite of Hermione.
"Harry!" Susan squealed, crossing her arms over her boobs in a futile attempt to cover herself. But the action only served to create an even more enticing display. Her arms partially sank into her breasts.
Harry's eyes darkened with lust, his own arousal evident. "Susan," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You're... stunning."
Susan's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red at Harry's compliment, her heart racing in her chest. She slowly uncrossed her arms, allowing him to take in the full sight of her. Her massive breasts heaved with each breath, the rosy peaks of her nipples hardening under his intense gaze. Harry reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her soft skin. Susan gasped at the contact. He cupped her breast, marveling at their softness and fullness in his hand. His thumb grazed her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
"Harry..." Susan breathed, her voice trembling with need. "Please..."
Harry leaned down, capturing her nipple between his lips. He sucked gently, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. Susan's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him closer as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Harry continued his assault on Susan's sensitive breasts, switching between gentle sucks and teasing licks. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking uncontrollably. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, her body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.
"Harry, I'm... I'm close," Susan gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Harry switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. His hand didn't let it be neglected for long. He kneaded and massaged it, rolling its nipple between his fingers. Susan's knees buckled, and she gripped Harry's shoulders for support, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Harry, I'm... I'm so close," she panted, her body trembling on the verge of climax. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
Harry redoubled his efforts, biting gently on her nipple, his fingers pinching and tugging at its twin. Susan's back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy. A loud cry escaped her lips as her orgasm crashed over her, her breasts heaving and quivering with each wave of pleasure. Pleasure greater even than the one time in the bathroom. Harry continued his care, prolonging her climax until she collapsed against him, spent and breathless.
He gently lifted her up and plopped her down on top of the large table they had had their lecture. He gazed at her flushed face and massive heaving chest. Susan's eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense stare. She reached up, cupping his cheek tenderly.
"That was...amazing," she whispered, a dark smile playing on her lips. She got a taste of what real pleasure was like and didn't want to let go. "But I want more, Harry."
Harry's eyes darkened with unfullfilled desire at Susan's words. He stepped back, his hands moving to the fastenings of his own robe. With a few swift motions, he shed the garment, revealing his simple T-shirt not hiding his toned chest and muscular arms. Susan's gaze raked over his body, her eyes widening as they landed on the prominent bulge in his trousers. Harry noticed her stare and smirked, his hands moving to his belt. Slowly, teasingly, he unbuckled it, the sound of the leather slipping through the loops filling the room.
Susan licked her lips, her eyes glued to his fingers as he popped the button of his trousers and slid down the zipper. His pants fell to the floor, pooling around his ankles. Susan's breath hitched as she took in the sight of him, his arousal straining against his underwear. Harry hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pausing for a moment before pushing them down, freeing his erection.
Susan's eyes widened as Harry's manhood sprang free, her lips parting in a silent gasp. It was larger than she had imagined, thick and long. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and she found herself licking her lips unconsciously.
Harry stepped closer, his hips between her spread legs. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he ripped apart her panties as well. He positioned himself at her entrance. Susan moaned into his mouth, one hand gripping his shoulder tightly the other found it's way to his shaft and aligned it perfectly with her entrance.
Harry's tip brushed against Susan's slick folds, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. She was so wet, so ready for him. He teased her entrance, coating himself in her arousal before slowly pushing forward. Susan gasped as he entered her. Harry groaned at the feeling of her tight heat enveloping him, she was tighter than Hermione.
He paused, allowing her to adjust to his size before slowly starting to move. "Harry," Susan moaned, her nails digging into his shoulder. "You feel... incredible."
Harry picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself deeper inside her. The table creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with their moans and the wet slap of skin against skin. Susan's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on. "Yes, just like that," she gasped. "Harder, Harry. Fuck me harder."
He was a bit taken aback by her eagerness, gone was the shy girl that dreaded to be called on by a professor. Not that he minded. In fact he liked it, a lot.
Harry's hips pistoned forward, driving into Susan with increasing fervor. The table shook violently with each powerful thrust, the sound of wood creaking filling the room. Susan's cries of pleasure grew louder, her back arching as Harry hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her.
"Yes! Right there!" she screamed, her nails raking down Harry's back. "Don't stop, Harry! I'm so close!" Harry gritted his teeth, his own orgasm building rapidly. He leaned down, capturing one of Susan's nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. The added stimulation instantly sent Susan over the edge. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on Harry's cock like a vice as she came like never before. The orgasm from before was foreplay in comparison.
Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a silent scream as one orgasm after the other washed over her. Her body convulsed violently, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough for them to bleed. Harry watched in awe as Susan's face contorted in pure ecstasy, her cheeks flushed a deep red, her lips parted and trembling. Her chest heaved, her massive breasts bouncing with each shuddering breath. Harry felt her juices gushing around his cock, soaking his balls and dripping onto the table beneath them.The sight of Susan lost in the throes of passion, completely overwhelmed by her climax, was one of the most erotic thing Harry had ever seen.
He couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, Harry buried himself deep inside Susan's spasming pussy and came, his hot seed filling her to the brim.
Susan wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both came down from their high. Her body was still trembling slightly, little aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her. Harry nuzzled into her neck, placing soft kisses on her sweat-dampened skin. "That was... incredible," he murmured, his voice muffled against her flesh. Susan smiled, her fingers threading through his hair. "Mmm," she agreed, her voice feeble but satisfied. "I've never felt anything like that before."
Harry lifted his head, gazing down at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Really?" he asked, his hips giving a subtle thrust. Susan gasped, her eyes widening as she felt him hardening inside her once more. "Harry, you can't possibly be ready to go again so soon,"
Harry smirked, his hips rolling slowly as he began to move inside her again. "Oh, but I am," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "And I intend to keep going until you can't walk anymore."
He had found a way to release his pent up desires and he sure as hell wouldn't let go of her now.
Susan's eyes widened in disbelief as Harry began to move inside her once more with deliberate thrusts. She could feel every inch of him, still hard and ready despite his recent climax.
"Harry," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "You're insatiable."
Harry chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest. "And you're irresistible," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. He could feel her walls contracting at his words. He smirked at the discovery.
"You're so fucking tight," Harry said, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. "Your pussy grips me like a glove."
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued his relentless pace. Susan moaned into his mouth, her body trembling beneath him.
"Harry," she gasped when they broke apart, her eyes glazed with lust. "You're so big. I've never felt so full." Harry's smirk widened, his ego inflating at her words. "Is that so?"
"You like my big, hard cock stretching you out, don't you?" Susan nodded eagerly, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts.
"Yes," she moaned, her voice dripping with desire. "I love it. I love feeling every inch of you inside me."
Harry's gaze drifted down to Susan's chest, to the sight of her huge breasts jiggling with each thrust. He leaned down, capturing one of her hardened nipples between his lips and sucking hard. Susan cried out as he lavished her sensitive breasts.
He sucked and nibbled at her nipples, his tongue swirling around the hardened peaks. Susan's hands flew to his head, gripping his hair tightly as he worshipped her chest.
"Oh god, Harry," she panted, her hips grinding desperately against his. "That feels so good." Harry growled against her skin, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine.
"Fuck, Susan," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "Your tits are perfect. I could spend hours sucking on these gorgeous nipples."
He gave her breast a sharp bite, eliciting a scream of pleasure from her lips. "And your pussy... god, it's like it was made for my cock. So tight and wet and perfect."
His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't take anymore. Until you're screaming my name and begging me to stop."
Susan's body tensed as her orgasm washed over her, her inner walls clamping down around Harry's throbbing length. "Harry!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls. "I'm coming!"
Harry didn't let up, his hips continuing to move as he relentlessly played with her breasts.
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same treatment as he continued to pound into her mercilessly. Susan's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his backside as she urged him on.
"Harder, Harry," she begged, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Suck my tits harder. Fuck me harder." Harry obliged, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her breast as he drove into her with the vigor of a beast let loose.
"Harry!" she cried out, her nails raking down his back. "Fuck, Harry! I'm coming again!"
Harry growled against her skin, his own release building rapidly. He could feel Susan's pussy clamping down around him, her juices gushing out to coat his cock. The sensation was incredible, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "Come with me, Susan," he commanded, his voice strained with effort.
His hips moved faster, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own climax. Susan's body responded eagerly, her hips bucking up to meet his every move.
Susan's body arched, her back bowing as a final, devastating orgasm ripped through her. Harry felt her pussy spasm violently around his cock, her inner walls milking him for all he was worth. With a roar, he slammed into her one last time and came, his hot seed erupting deep inside her.
They collapsed together, a sweaty, panting mess. Harry rolled onto his back, pulling Susan onto his chest. She nuzzled into his neck, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"That was... unbelievable," she murmured.
Harry chuckled, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her back. He didn't mind that he came quicker than with Hermione and that he couldn't enjoy her more right now, after all he hadn't gotten any action in a few weeks.
Now that the haze of pleasure was slowly lifting he was met with the question of what now? What was he supposed to do now that he did it with Susan?
The thought of letting her go made his chest tighten and he hugged her closer to him. Susan gasped at the sudden force, but she didn't mind being pressed into her lover by his strong arms. In fact she liked the show of affection.
Harry simply wouldn't let either of them go, a dark smirk forming on his lips as a thought found its way into his head. He doubted that Hermione was even capable of leaving him, and Susan obviously knew what he was doing with the bushy Gryffindor.