Harry Potter Adult Fiction Novels & Stories

“How’s your pursuit with that Julianna girl? I heard from the HOD of her department that her withdrawal letter is out? Christian boy, I never thought you would go this far.” “Eyes off her, Harry, else I will cut off that small penis of yours.” And he knew that I wasn’t joking. Julianna was now off-limits. “Yeah yeah, I don’t fuck nuns. I don’t want to call on the wrath of God to myself for corrupting one of His own.” His eyes soon found the box of pancakes, and like the mannerless man he was, he opened it. “Pancakes? Nice. You bought pancakes?” He opened one, stuffing it inside his mouth.

“Let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink. Put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink. Oh I could be the ma who grows old with you.” I smile as I hold both of his cheeks with my hands as he finishes, “I wanna grow old with you.” The next second, Harry’s lips landed on my lips as he begins to untie my bathrobe. We kiss passionately as his mouth finds its way to my jaw down to my neck until he pushes my bathrobe open which exposes my breasts. His lips quickly wrapped around my hardened nipple while he begins to insert his finger inside me and I can feel how wet I was instantly. Harry takes the bathrobe off my body before he slowly inserts his hard length inside me. My moan escapes from m

“You did not look this good even when we were at the fest that day.” “I am sure.” I murmured, “your sick brain has gotten infected by your male god, right? And that is aside from your body that you enjoy getting physically tortured by that bastard like a pig.” Harry’s smile faltered but did not fade away completely. He just shrugged his shoulders indifferently and placed his heeled boot on my foot, digging in painfully until tears stung the corner of my eyes and a cry escaped my lips. “You are the one squeaking like a fucking pig all the time and you have the guts to insult me?” he gritted out with the same evil smile.

“Pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?” “I’m not going to debase myself with a response to that,” she said, lifting her nose slightly in the air. “Now, let go of those papers before this gets physical.” A lot of inappropriate things suddenly passed through his mind, but before he could decide if he was going to say any of them Harry walked into the room. “Should I leave? While you two are adorable, exhibitionism really isn’t my kink.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Harry,” Mel said, pulling the papers away from Trent.

Ignoring my pleading look, Harry pretends to listen to my father's words as he moves my underwear aside to reach my pussy, gently caressing me as I instantly grow wet beneath his touch. This is insane! Trying to keep my composure, I lower my head and rest the notebook on my lap, pretending to write in it. At the same time, I grab Harry's wrist, but ignoring my attempt to stop him, he keeps his hand inside my underwear. I can't control myself anymore when his fingers move down to my entrance, pressing gently against it from the outside, drawing a muffled moan from my lips. It starts to feel so good... I remember what it felt like to have something inside me the night before, and the memory im

Frederick said. The refinement was underway in every corner of the estate. In the library alcove, Amelia was becoming a poet of degradation. At the writing desk, Lola was learning to find climax in endless penetration and pain. On the divan, Nancy and Ruby were spiraling into a shared psychosexual hell of interdependent sensation. In the dungeon, Willow's identity was being systematically erased and rebuilt as one of pure function. And Henry moved among them all, a conductor overseeing the brutal, beautiful symphony of their transformation. He paused by the divan, observing Ruby’s tear-streaked face as she both gave Nancy an orgasm and punished her for it with the clamp.

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

I could still hear her moans of pleasure loud and clear as I passed her door. I got to my room and shut the door behind me locking it. I fetched the cloak from where I had tossed it and wiped at the dust. My heart accelerated as I saw the inscription on the front cover. It was some type of occult book for witches and Satanists. Barbra for all her beauty and perfection must be into this weird shit as a type of hobby or something. Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more.

Harry said, pulling his big dick out and fisting it roughly. His other hand slipped between her thighs to spread her dripping pussy lips wide. "Are you sure you can wait, daddy?" she teased with a coy pout. "Your baby girl wants daddy's fat cock to pound her sloppy, cum filled cunt right in mommy's favourite seat." The words caught him off guard. His brain short circuited. Two thick fingers plunged straight into her warm, greedy little pussy. Slick with their combined sex juices, her cunt swallowed them eagerly. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm about to ruin your tight hole and you're talking about your mother?" Harry chastised her, enjoying the feel of her pussy tightening and pulsing