Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Adult Fiction

He whispered next to my ear, giving a warning tone. "You take that back!" Seth snarled with disbelief. "Harry Potter is one of the most franchised fantasy novels turn two awesome films of the century." "Yeah, but why would a wizard who can't fight in combat only with a glow-in-the-dark stick cast magic when you can have a hunky werewolf or a very seductive vampire." I heard a low growl behind me as Logan stuck his gun on my rear. That is no gun. "Logan, please make your girl stop."

I just want you Harry ,I want you deep inside of me right now ," I whispered weekly ,I just couldn't imagine why . Harry didn't argue with me or even try to struggle ,all he did was pull me away and take off his clothes bringing out his already hard dock to my entrance . I jumped at the size of it alone ,I knew how much I loved this feeling and seeing it was something that I really did live so much ,I just couldn't place my hands on it . Harry pulled off my panties and when he did he began to hit his dick on my already wet entrance. That was it ,I found myself moaning so hard .

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

I had to entice him by promising his own pleasure first. I finally yanked the stubborn belt off and slipped my hand under his briefs, finding and holding his díck. It was already semi hard and continued to harden under my touch — a good sign. But an even better sign? Harry didn’t stop me. Oh my God, it’s Christmas in April! I was finally going to get a good pounding and the thought of it was driving me crazy. I brought the fingers that were in my folds to Harry’s lips. “Wanna taste?”

Their love making had been hands and mouths, without penetration, there being little opportunity for lube and nakedness. The lube on the bed, the slickness of it as Harry ground into him, was a reminder of what would follow… He’d had anal sex only a couple of times during his early years of sexual exploration, and he had always known that his lovers would be shocked by the suggestion of reversing the role of who penetrated whom. It had never entered into his relationship with Catherine, where even the most basic sex had slowly faded from their bedroom, and his own furtive relief efforts in the shower or around the property hadn’t extended into anything more adventurous than a jerk off. Harry

A lot of people thought she was just a superstitious poser, but the kind of luck I got after drinking her potions was not a coincidence. Since I’d been a loyal customer for some time, my friend finally told me about the kinkier magic she played with, and I was intrigued. I’d been wanting to spice up my sex life with my husband with something special, with something better than just typical sex toys. So I bought the potion that she said was her favorite to start off. I hid two in my purse again and snuck one into my pocket. The sun was already lowering in the sky this Saturday evening. I prepped two pink palomas and walked past where my husband was watching TV in the living room.

"I brought my ex with me” Harry incomprehensibly turns his head towards me. “Do you remember I told you I had never smelled a woman before ? That's because she's not giving off any scent”. Harry's eyebrows seem to have grown together over his forehead. “And that's because she's one of them. The witches”. I look down. Harry starts laughing. "What's so funny ?" “You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?”

His shorts tented obviously now, his cock thickening at my proximity. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes dropping to my thin tank top, where my nipples poked through the fabric. 'I found them online. After you visited last time, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was a mistake, but... fuck, you're so beautiful.' His confession hung in the air, raw and honest. My anger twisted into hunger. I'd fantasized about older men, about crossing lines, but this? This was real. Dangerous. I glanced at the stairs, Katrina could wake any second, but the risk only made my clit pulse harder.

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio