Harry Potter Fanfic Lemon Novels & Stories

Sirius said, his voice a low purr. "I want you to fuck me," Harry gasped, his hips bucking up against Sirius's. "I want you to make me yours." Sirius groaned, his cock throbbing at Harry's words. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, slicking up his fingers before pressing one against Harry's tight hole. Harry whimpered as Sirius's finger breached him, his body clenching around the intrusion. Sirius worked him open slowly, adding a second and then a third finger, scissoring them to stretch Harry's tight hole.

His scent was so alluring to her longs that she just wanted to remain in his embrace forever. Harry didn't care that the running shower was drenching his white silky shirt and pants trouser, he was very horny at the moment and was tempted to bend her over and fuck her hard. He felt his member being caressed by one of Debby's hand and he groaned in pleasure, while he kept on moving his fingers back and forth in her pussy.

_ Rhoooooo, I don't know why, Harry, but I think it does things to us when she treats us like a snack," he declared in a seductive purr. Harry swallowed his saliva with difficulty. His nosebleed had stopped, and he could not take his eyes off his soul mate: "Mate..." he said, his eyes now stopping on Emmanuelle's lips. She approached her lips, brushing those of her beloved. They did not pronounce a word. With infinite slowness, their lips finally met. Gently. Timidly. Passionately.

Every emotion, every sensation is heightened now that we are reunited after a month apart. The air grows thick with the palpable spark of our chemistry, so much so that I can feel its weight upon my skin. Hermione eventually breaks free from her trance. She removes the fork from her mouth and sets it down. She runs her tongue over her full lip, finishes chewing, and washes it down with freshly squeezed orange juice. She delicately swipes her tongue over those luscious lips after she sets her half-emptied cup down. "I will attempt to behave myself now."

He needed to make Harry his. As Harry, greased with the lube, sank back into the water and onto Jules’ cock, Jules mouth, on instinct, found the meat of Harry’s shoulder and he sucked on it, indulging on letting his teeth grip before forcing them to release as Harry ground back into his lap. “Fuck,” he sobbed out against Harry’s skin. “We need to do this properly. With flowers, and… Under the full moon.” “There are flowers, and wine, and candles…” Harry gripped the edges of the bath as traction, the water sloshing up and spilling over the edge with each thrust. “It is not the full moon… But take me, my mate. I want to take you…”

Sienna suspiciously tasted it, and her face wrinkled up because of the sourness. It was intentional! “Here, Master Harry, you should eat it too.” Sienna retaliated by placing a slice of lemon on Harry’s plate. She did not expect that Harry would eat it in one bite, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest after eating it! It was a fresh lemon! Sienna’s eyes widened in surprise as she did not expect him to be so hard on himself!