Harry Potter Adult Fiction Novels & Stories

he flickered his finger on her red hardened nipple sending several shivers down her spine . Anne's moan heightened , this increased the excitement in Harry , he trails his right hand on her soft body which was flawless as silk . Anne is an endowed lady blessed with both luscious body and a beautiful face . He trails his finger a the way to her honey pot which was dripping, he inserts his middle finger in her vagina before bringing it out . He teases her clitoris area before capturing her lips so she doesn't scream his name . “ Fuck ! Just bang me already ” Anne said breaking from the kiss ,her legs were beginning to tremble . Harry notices this and flashes her a mischievous smile

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Harper’s POV For the hundredth time this week, I scroll through the dark web in search of any more information. Not that I’ve found too much. Other than the chat room that sent me the invitation, a few other sellers have contacted me through the private chat rooms to try to sell me potions, pets, and other indecent services. I had one seller from a place called Madame Mim’s who was trying to rent out some of her faeries for different nighttime services. When I realized that people would offer up services like that, I started taking note. I’ve taken screenshots of several conversation starters, especially ones that had to do with potions and spells that I know are illegal.

His body shook violently, even made the wooden chair he was sitting on creaking. “You definitely won't believe it, but…. Unfortunately, we have proof that Jacob likes women, he is completely normal… and several times I saw him rolling in the bush behind the practice hall…. And all the girls are blonde. Well… Rick I'm also surprised, his fantasy is blond but he jerking off with Jazzy's fantasies… even though Jazzy's hair doesn't have the slightest blonde… ”Harry acted confused and asked Rick. "I guess ... the fantasy is all girls who have holes on the lower part ... Beta." Laughed Rick.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

“Malik… I want your cock… please…” The fantasy played clearly in her head, Malik behind her, sweaty and strong, pounding her pussy while his big hands gripped her soft hips. She imagined the sound of his deep groans, the slap of his heavy balls against her, the feeling of him filling her completely. She edged herself two more times, each one leaving her more desperate. Her pussy was swollen and dripping. The chair seat was wet beneath her. The attic smelled strongly of her arousal now.

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

She followed Harry with her gaze as he sat on the couch, between them was a small glass table. “Today is my birthday,” Harry started, his voice soft and gentle. Margot almost laughed at his statement. She suddenly regretted giving him another chance to speak. “I know. You’re not getting any younger. How old are you today? Oh, you’re thirty. An adult, but still acting like a clueless guy who thinks he can have several women in his bed even after getting married,” she commented and laughed dryly, crossing her legs and folding her arms on her chest.