Harry Potter Fanfic Recs Novels & Stories

Andreas asked. "Anything as long as it is not horror. "She said seriously. Andreas laughed but not compiled. He started the Harry Potter series. He looked at the girl and saw how her face light up. God, His Wife, is genuinely breathtaking. Andreas could still feel Lia's lips on his. They surpassed every fantasy he ever had. But they would look much better wrapped around his-stop! What's wrong with you, Andreas smith!

Said, Harry. "Beta. I want to be with Rowena or… .hmmm Serena?” “Ah… your fuck buddies? You like them?" Teased Harry. "Yes. Beta." "Why?" "They have great tits?" "Yeah, I agreed. Have you ever tried kinking with them?" Harry was deliberately fishing for this, he knew this must be killing Zack slowly from within. He must be in torment right now. "Yeah. They like the wild… their tastes are the same as mine.” Jacob replied with a knowing smile. Looks like Jacob is still very straight.

“Not you, moron,” “Ooh, so you mean the nymphs?” Harry asked, looking over Alastor's shoulder excitedly, before giggling like a psychotic clown, “Yeah... okay, maybe a little.” he relented before elbowing Alastor… wriggling his eyebrows, “But hey dude, they are pretty hot. You should come with me and the boys. Try them sometime!” Alastor winced while Sean muttered: “No thanks.” “Nobody asked you, old man–you already have a mate!” Harry retorted, tossing an empty water bottle in Sean's direction.

Carwyn also sat down next to Harry, took Harry's other hand and asked softly, "Harry, do you know who I am?" Harry grinned and said, "Of course I do! I'm Uncle Levi! You're the Levi who loves Harry the most, the best Levi in ​​the world!" Carwyn also smiled brightly, and continued softly: "So now that Mom and Uncle Levi are married, do you know what you can call me?" Harry thought for a moment, then shyly asked, "Is it… Dad?" After asking, his face turned a little red. Carwyn smiled at him, and Grainne said, "Okay, can you stop teasing me? Harry, I'm telling you, the thing is... the thing is..." Grainne was going to say it, but now that the words came to her mouth, she did not know how to sa

Harry: It'll be fun Me: I don't think so Harry: You'll like it Me: Really? Harry: Yes. Just imagine that I'm there. Harry: Imagine it's me that touches you. I don't want to imagine it, I want him here. Harry: Just do it, I'll be waiting for you Me: I can't Harry: Of course you can. Harry: Just open your legs, stick your hand up your panties and start touching you. It's not that hard. How can he say it like that? With such fluidity and boldness.

Henry lies awake in his dorm, recalling his electric kiss with Rafael. Rafael sneaks into the dorm, leading to a passionate encounter. They decide to take their relationship to a more private setting, the athletics field, where they explore their desires under the moonlight. ************************* The night was warm, a soft summer breeze blowing through the open windows of the dorm room I shared with three other boys. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing as I replayed the events of the day in my mind.

My face scrunches at the cliché story line, thinking about how it reminds me of something else, something I can’t place my finger on. “No.” Ellisia and I both groan out, getting what sounds like a literal growl of frustration from Mia. “I prefer the timeless tale of Harry Potter.” Ellisia takes a sip of her tea after throwing in her vote. “Oh come on! It’s a classic Romeo and Juliet type romance. The Moon Goddess takes pity on them and they are reborn in the end as new creatures.” She protests, trying to convince us all into watching the love sick movie. “I vote the wizarding world.” I shrug, handing back the tablet to Lia who gives me a high five. Three for Harry Potter, one for Darlings of

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

Her voice was unmistakeable even through the tears welling up in her. I turned to the alter to find her in the most elegant gown standing next to a man that looked like Voldemort from Harry Potter. I wobbled up to her still unsure how my magic had been able to work enough to freeze the multitude in the old church. Ciara stared at me like I was nothing more than an apparition from her mind. Her eyes had gathered tears in the little time it took me to cover the distance between us. "Nope. I'm just another equally good looking bastard." I replied with a smirk.