Harry Potter Adult Fiction Novels & Stories

Friends with Sexy Benefits- Book 3 of the Dark Fairytales Hansel and Gretel were the best of companions, until Gretel starts to notice how prominent his abs are, his pouty lips and that hard package in-between his legs. Trapped in a cottage by a witch for days, their friendship is tested especially when Gretel accidentally kisses Hansel. Rejected by him, she decides to make her body do the speaking instead and find their way out before the evil witch eats them.

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

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Alice POV Harry collapses next to me and I can’t help but to close my eyes while he looks at me. When I open them he is looking directly at me, into my soul. I am still breathing erratically trying to catch my breath. Harry was brutal today. I understand his needs and most of the times I actually enjoy his sexual preferences. I never thought I would. But this time my body is aching. I cried during his penetration but I can’t lie, it was very pleasing in a weird kinky way. The pain he made me feel at the exact same time he gave me extreme pleasure made my walls collapse around him and give in. My body is his to do as he pleases and if this is what he wants from me I will happily give it to hi

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

Phillipe wanted to deny it but his hard cock pressing against her softness told him it would be a lie, ‘That’s right Brother no point denying it when it’s what we both want’ ‘You will not touch her’ Phillipe glared at him as the Demon sat on the end of the bed and in one swift motion he pulled away the sheet covering Ella’s almost naked body, ‘Yes I will touch her Brother, and I will fuck her’ Phillipe froze unable to move as Ansitif used his magic and calmly parted Ella’s legs giving them both a view of her glistening wet pussy. The Demon ran his hand up her thigh and stroked her pushing his fingers inside her. Ella moaned in her sleep her body arching up to Ansitif as he rubbed her sensiti

Disclaimer This work of fiction contains explicit sexual themes, mature language, and adult situations intended for readers aged 18 and above. All characters depicted are consenting adults, and the events portrayed are entirely fictional. This story includes sensitive subject matter involving religious settings and authority figures, which may be considered provocative or offensive by some readers. It is not intended to reflect or represent real individuals, institutions, or beliefs, but rather to explore fictional scenarios for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••

Her hips rolled, fucking herself with the toy while she watched me dip four fingers inside Stella entrance. I lay sprawled across my bed, the glow from the laptop screen flickering over my skin as Christian Grey pounded into Anastasia with raw, relentless thrusts. My thighs parted wider without thinking. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, and my mind slipped straight back to how Zane and Xavier used to pin me down, stretch me open, and fuck me until I couldn’t form words. My fingers slid beneath the waistband of my panties, finding my slick folds already swollen and dripping. I rubbed slow circles over my clit, imagining it was Zane’s thick cock driving into me instead, or Xavi