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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related to each other.
Harry's cock was throbbing painfully against his trousers, and it was entirely Romilda Vane's fault.
He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, frozen mid-step, his eyes locked on the witch who had been tormenting him all bloody day. She was bent at the waist, straight-legged, supposedly rummaging through one of the lower cabinets for something, but Harry knew better. He knew exactly what she was doing.
Her tiny skirt had ridden up. No, not ridden up. There was no way fabric moved like that on its own. The hem had somehow migrated to her lower back, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. And there, nestled between two of the most perfectly round arse cheeks Harry had ever seen, was a thong so small it might as well not exist.
The thin strip of fabric disappeared between her cheeks, doing absolutely nothing to cover the plump lips of her pussy, which peeked out from either side like they were begging for attention. The delicate pink flesh glistened slightly in the warm kitchen light, and Harry had to grab the door frame to steady himself.
She's doing this on purpose, he thought, his jaw clenching. She has to be.
Romilda wiggled her hips slightly as she continued her search, making those perfect cheeks jiggle in a way that sent all the blood in Harry's body rushing south. Her arse was a work of art, round and firm and absolutely begging to be grabbed. The tiny thong dug into her flesh, creating the most tantalising indentations where the fabric met skin.
"Oh, Harry!" Romilda straightened up suddenly, spinning around with an expression of innocent surprise that didn't fool him for a second. "I didn't hear you come in!"
Her crop top was just as sinful as her non-existent skirt. The loose fabric hung from her shoulders, cut so short that the bottom curve of her breasts was constantly visible. And as she moved, turning to face him fully, the neckline gaped open to reveal she wasn't wearing a bra.
Harry caught a flash of dusky pink nipple before the fabric shifted back into place.
"Were you looking for something?" Romilda asked sweetly, tilting her head in a way that made her dark hair cascade over one shoulder. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "You look a bit... flushed."
This witch is going to be the death of me.
It had been like this all day. Every time Harry turned around, there she was. Flashing him glimpses of her perfect body like it was some kind of game.
This morning, he'd walked into the living room after his shower to find her stretching in front of the fireplace. Her crop top had been bunched up under her arms, leaving her tits completely exposed as she reached toward the ceiling. She'd smiled at him like nothing was wrong, like she wasn't standing there with her perfect breasts on display, nipples hard and rosy in the morning air.
"Oh, don't mind me," she'd said casually. "Just warming up."
Warming up. Right. Harry's cock had been so hard it hurt.
Then, barely an hour later, he'd caught her in the hallway. She'd dropped something and bent down to pick it up, and her skirt had done that magical disappearing act again. Only this time, Harry had been close enough to see the wet spot darkening the thin fabric of her thong. Close enough to smell her arousal, sweet and musky and absolutely maddening.
She'd stood up slowly, deliberately, letting him get an eyeful before turning around with that innocent smile. "Oops!"
Oops. As if she hadn't planned every second of it.
But the worst had been the shower. Merlin's saggy balls, the shower.
Harry had needed to use the bathroom and hadn't thought anything of it. The door had been unlocked, so he'd assumed it was empty. He'd pushed it open and there she was.
Romilda Vane, standing under the spray of water like some kind of goddess, her dark hair plastered to her shoulders, rivulets running down over her full breasts and flat stomach. Her eyes had been closed, her head tilted back, and one hand had been between her legs.
Harry had watched, transfixed, as her fingers worked in slow circles over her clit. Watched as she'd slipped two fingers inside herself, her lips parting in a silent moan. The water had cascaded over her body, highlighting every perfect curve, every delicious dip and swell.
And then she'd opened her eyes.
She'd looked right at him. Made direct eye contact while her fingers continued their work. And she'd smiled. That same innocent, knowing smile that was currently making Harry's cock strain against his trousers like it was trying to escape.
"See something you like?" she'd purred.
Harry had fled like a coward.
He'd spent the rest of the day in a state of perpetual arousal, unable to focus on anything except the memory of water running down Romilda's perfect body. Even fucking Luna's arse barely an hour ago hadn't been enough to get Romilda out of his head. If anything, it had made it worse.
Because he knew. He knew from the first night, from the way she'd looked at him during that ridiculous competition, from the way Hermione had nominated her with such enthusiasm.
Romilda Vane was desperate for his cock.
She'd been obsessed with him for years. Had tried to slip him a love potion once. Had all but purred when Hermione nominated her to share his bed. And yet, despite all that, she was the only witch in this cabin who hadn't let him touch her properly.
Instead, she'd spent the entire day driving him absolutely mental with teases and glimpses and that fucking smile.
Well, Harry thought, pushing off the door frame and stalking toward her. I've had enough.
"Harry?" Romilda's smile faltered slightly as he approached. Something in his eyes must have warned her that he wasn't playing around anymore. "What are you..."
He grabbed her wrist and spun her around, pressing her forward against the counter. Her gasp of surprise sent a thrill of satisfaction through him.
"You've been teasing me all day," Harry growled against her ear, pressing his clothed erection against her barely-covered arse. "Bending over. Flashing your tits. Touching yourself in the shower while I watched."
"I don't know what you mean," Romilda breathed, but her voice had gone husky, and she was already pushing back against him.
"Bullshit." Harry grabbed her hip with one hand, holding her in place while his other hand slid up her side. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted to drive me crazy."
"Maybe I did," she admitted, a hint of her usual playfulness returning. "What are you going to do about it?"
Harry's hand found her breast, squeezing roughly through the thin fabric of her crop top. Romilda moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her nipple was already hard beneath his palm, and he rolled it between his fingers until she squirmed.
"I'm going to make you pay," Harry promised. "I'm going to fuck that teasing little mouth of yours until you can't speak. And then I'm going to destroy this tight cunt that's been tempting me all day."
"Oh fuck," Romilda whimpered. "Harry, yes, please!"
He spun her around again and pushed down on her shoulders. "On your knees."
Romilda dropped immediately, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes. Her hands were already reaching for his belt, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Harry watched as she fumbled with the buckle, her desperation finally showing through her composed exterior.
"Hurry up," Harry commanded.
She got his trousers open and yanked them down, and his cock sprang free, smacking against her cheek. Romilda's breath hitched, her lips curving into a smile of pure, predatory satisfaction.
"Finally," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around his shaft like she was claiming a prize she'd been owed for years.
Harry grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pulled her head back. "You've been dreaming about this cock all day, haven't you?"
"Yes," Romilda admitted, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I've been dreaming about it for years."
"Then open wide."
She opened her mouth, and Harry didn't wait for an invitation. He drove forward, sinking inch after inch of his thick cock past her lips and into her hot, wet mouth. Romilda's eyes went wide, tears springing to the corners as he stretched her jaw wide, but she didn't try to pull away.
"That's it," Harry groaned, watching her lips stretch around his girth. "Take it. Take what you've been teasing me for."
He pushed deeper, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Romilda gagged, her hands flying up to grip his thighs, but Harry held her in place by her hair.
"You wanted this," he reminded her, pulling back just enough to let her gasp a breath before driving in again. "You spent all day showing me what I couldn't have. Bent over in that tiny skirt. Your tits falling out every time you moved."
Another thrust, deeper this time, and Romilda's throat convulsed around him. The sensation was incredible, hot and tight and desperate. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she struggled to accommodate his length.
"And the shower," Harry continued, his voice roughening as he set a punishing rhythm. "Fingering yourself while I watched. Looking right at me while you played with your pretty little cunt."
Romilda moaned around his cock, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. Her eyes were streaming now, tears cutting tracks down her flushed cheeks, but she was still looking up at him with something like worship in her gaze.
"You wanted me to snap," Harry realised, yanking her head back to look at her properly. His cock slid free of her mouth with an obscene pop, a string of saliva connecting the swollen head to her lips. "You wanted me to lose control and take you."
"Yes," Romilda gasped, her voice ragged from the throat-fucking. "I wanted you to stop being so gentle with me. I wanted you to treat me like a slut."
Harry's cock twitched at the admission. "Then that's exactly what you're going to get."
He pulled her up by her hair and spun her around, bending her over the kitchen counter. Her arse was right there, still barely covered by that ridiculous excuse for a thong, and Harry wasted no time in ripping it aside.
Her pussy was soaked. Absolutely drenched, her arousal coating her inner thighs and dripping onto the floor below. Her folds were swollen and pink and glistening, practically begging to be filled.
"Look at this," Harry said, running his fingers through her wetness. "You're dripping. Have you been this wet all day?"
"All day," Romilda confirmed, pushing back against his hand. "Every time I bent over. Every time you looked at me. I've been aching for you, Harry. Please. I need your cock."
Harry slapped her arse, hard enough to leave a red handprint on her pale flesh. Romilda yelped, then moaned, her cunt clenching around nothing.
"You don't get to make demands," Harry told her. "Not after what you put me through."
He slapped her again, on the other cheek this time, watching her arse jiggle from the impact. Romilda was panting now, her fingers white-knuckled on the edge of the counter, her back arched in desperate invitation.
"Please," she whimpered. "Harry, please. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Just please fuck me!"
Harry lined up his cock with her entrance, rubbing the swollen head through her dripping folds. Romilda keened, trying to push back onto him, but he held her hip firmly in place.
"Say it again," he commanded.
"Please fuck me!" Romilda cried. "Please, Harry! I need your cock! I've been dreaming about it for years! Please!"
Harry thrust forward.
He sank into her in one brutal stroke, burying every thick inch of his cock in her tight, wet heat. Romilda screamed, her whole body going rigid, her inner walls clenching desperately around his invading length.
"FUCK!" she shrieked. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, you're so big!"
Harry didn't give her time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing pace that had her crying out with every thrust. Her pussy was incredible, tight as a vice and hot as a furnace, her walls rippling around him like they were trying to milk him dry.
"Is this what you wanted?" Harry demanded, his hips slapping against her arse with enough force to drive her forward into the counter. "Is this what you were teasing me for?"
"YES!" Romilda screamed. "Yes, Harry, yes! Fuck me! Use me! Ruin me!"
Harry grabbed her hair again, yanking her head back as he pounded into her. The new angle drove him even deeper, and Romilda's screams took on a desperate, keening quality.
"You've been a naughty little tease," Harry growled. "Showing off your body. Making me want what I couldn't have. You're going to take every inch of me as punishment."
"I'll take it!" Romilda sobbed. "I'll take it all, Harry! Just don't stop!"
He didn't stop. He fucked her with savage intensity, his cock pistoning in and out of her grasping cunt, his balls slapping against her clit with every brutal thrust. The sounds filling the kitchen were obscene, wet squelches and desperate moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.
Romilda came first, her body convulsing beneath him as pleasure crashed through her. Her pussy clenched so tight Harry saw stars, pulsing and spasming around his cock in waves.
"HARRY!" she screamed. "I'M CUMMING! OH MERLIN, I'M CUMMING SO HARD!"
Harry fucked her through it, never slowing his brutal pace. If anything, her orgasm only spurred him on. He wanted to wreck her. Wanted to make her pay for every single tease, every glimpse, every knowing smile.
"Not done yet," he warned, pulling out of her completely.
Romilda whimpered at the loss, her pussy gaping slightly, clenching around nothing. "No, don't stop, please!"
Harry grabbed her by the waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Romilda squealed, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs instinctively circling his waist. The movement lined his cock up perfectly with her entrance, and gravity did the rest.
"Oh fuck!" Romilda gasped as she sank down onto his cock, his length spearing into her at a new angle that made her eyes roll back in her head. "Oh fuck, Harry, you're so deep!"
Harry started walking.
Each step jolted Romilda on his cock, driving him impossibly deeper. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back, her moans turning into high-pitched squeaks with every movement.
"Where are we going?" she managed to gasp.
"My room," Harry replied, his voice rough. "I'm going to fuck you properly."
He carried her through the living room, past the stunned faces of several witches who had clearly heard the commotion. Harry didn't care. Let them watch. Let them see what happened to teasing little witches who pushed him too far.
"Oh Merlin," he heard someone say. "Look at her face."
Harry glanced down at Romilda. Her expression was one of pure, mindless bliss, her eyes unfocused, her mouth hanging open, drool trailing down her chin. She looked completely and utterly fucked.
And they hadn't even reached the stairs yet.
Harry started climbing, and Romilda screamed. Each step bounced her on his fat cock, the angle and gravity working together to drive him deeper than should have been possible. Her pussy convulsed around him as she came again, but Harry didn't slow down.
"Can't... breathe..." Romilda gasped between thrusts. "Too... big... splitting me..."
"You can take it," Harry assured her, taking the stairs two at a time. "You've been dreaming about this, remember? All those years of fantasising about my cock."
"Yesss," she hissed, her head falling back. "Better... than I... imagined..."
Harry reached the top of the stairs and kicked open the door to his room. He didn't bother with gentleness, simply tossing Romilda onto the bed. She bounced once, twice, landing spread-eagle with her legs splayed wide, her pussy gaping and glistening.
For a moment, Harry just stood there, taking in the sight.
Romilda Vane, sprawled on his bed like a feast waiting to be devoured. Her crop top had ridden up completely, leaving her perfect tits on display, nipples hard and flushed. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, her ruined thong hanging from one ankle. Her pussy was red and swollen from his pounding, leaking a mixture of her arousal and his pre-cum.
She looked like a complete mess. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
"Fuck," Harry breathed. "You're beautiful."
Romilda's lips curved into a weak smile. "Come fuck me properly, then."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread legs, his cock bobbing heavily. Romilda reached for him, pulling him down into a desperate kiss as he sank back into her.
"Yes," she moaned against his lips. "Yes, Harry, yes. Fill me up. I've wanted this for so long."
Harry set a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. The angle let him go deeper than before, and Romilda's moans took on a quality that told him he was hitting all the right spots.
"Right there," she gasped. "Oh fuck, Harry, right there! Don't stop!"
He didn't stop. He fucked her steadily, deeply, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her perfect pink nipples begging for attention. Harry leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking hard, and Romilda screamed.
"FUCK!" Her back arched off the bed, pressing more of her flesh into his mouth. "Yes, Harry, yes! Suck on my tits while you fuck me!"
Harry obliged, alternating between her nipples, biting and sucking and licking while his cock continued its relentless rhythm. Romilda was a mess beneath him, her body writhing, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his shaft.
"I'm close," she whimpered. "Harry, I'm so close. Don't stop. Please don't stop!"
"Cum for me," Harry commanded, driving into her harder. "Cum on my cock like you've been dreaming about."
"YES!" Romilda screamed, her whole body going rigid. "HARRY! I'M CUMMING! FUCK, I'M CUMMING SO HARD!"
Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, pulsing and spasming in waves of pleasure. Harry felt her arousal gush around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them. Her screams echoed off the walls, wordless cries of ecstasy that seemed to go on forever.
Harry fucked her through it, feeling his own orgasm building. Her pussy was milking him relentlessly, her inner walls massaging every inch of his cock, demanding his release.
"Where do you want it?" Harry grunted, his balls tightening.
"Inside!" Romilda begged. "Cum inside me, Harry! Fill me up! I want to feel your hot seed in my womb!"
That was all Harry needed. With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt and came.
His cock pulsed violently, shooting rope after rope of thick, hot cum deep inside her. Romilda screamed again as she felt him flooding her, her pussy clenching desperately, trying to milk out every last drop.
"Yes!" she sobbed. "Yes, Harry, yes! So much! You're filling me up!"
Harry's hips jerked with each spurt, driving his seed deeper and deeper. He came harder than he had all day, harder than he'd thought possible after everything else. Romilda held onto him, her nails raking down his back, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.
When the last tremors finally faded, Harry collapsed beside her, both of them panting heavily. His cock slipped free with an obscene squelch, followed by a river of cum that leaked out of her well-fucked pussy.
Romilda lay boneless, a satisfied smile curling her lips. "Worth the wait," she breathed.
Harry laughed weakly. "You're a menace."
"Your menace," she corrected, rolling over to curl against his side. "And if you think I'm done teasing you, you're adorably naive."
Harry groaned. "You're going to kill me."
Romilda's hand found his softening cock, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "But what a way to go."
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related to each other.