Harry Potter Lemon Fic Novels & Stories

"Don't bite your lip, you'll only get hurt." “But I hurt you,” Frey replied in a trembling voice. "You don't have to worry about small wounds like this," I told him. It suddenly occurred to me that something Edwin had said to me. “In fact, will I also become a vampire because you bit me, Frey?” I asked enthusiastically. Hearing my question, Frey chuckled. "Don't worry, you won't become a vampire just because I bit you, Leo." Seeing Frey laugh again made me very happy. She seemed quite calm and no longer worried about the wound she inflicted on me.

My lips curved up in smile when I heard Draco words, I know he was talking in sleep but still my heart fluttered on hearing him say ‘I love you’ I quietly kept staring at his sleeping face and gently touched his cheeks but all of sudden I again started feeling uneasiness in my stomach… my mouth got filled with sour taste and I had an urge to puke… Thinking of which I quickly slid in my slightly tore gown that was lying on floor and made my way out of our room and towards kitchen which was on ground floor… I felt relief since there were several oil lamp lighted inside this house for safe passage… Inside kitchen I tried to find lemon, sugar and salt… a lemon juice is beast remedy for uneasines

Harry was in conversation with Vincent when he suddenly felt a gentle pull on his arm, followed by Emma's pleading voice, "Harry... I'm... I'm hot. I'm... so uncomfortable. Help me." In contrast to Harry's worried expression, Vincent laughed amusedly, finishing his last sip of wine before standing up and straightening his suit, "To keep your wife in H City, you may need me, my dear bro." "Did you give her an aphrodisiac?" Harry held Emma close, but she wrapped her arms around his neck as if she wanted to cling to him. "Just a little enhancement, nothing harmful to her health. I wish you two a passionate night." With that, Vincent calmly exited the bar.

He chose the Bloody Mary for that reason. "Ah. So when you are pregnant, your taste changes?" Harriet batted her eyes. How could she have found a magical husband who could guess her drink tastes so accurately? "Milord, could it be that you are a psychic?" asked Harriet. Harriet's look of awe from behind her mask made Liam blush slightly. If Harriet found out he wrote down everything about her, what would she think? "Right, I'm a psychic," Liam replied with a seductive smile. The man's golden eyes shone with triumphant pride from Harriet's praise.

She began to moan and her breathing became heavier. They could tell that she was close to cumming. Harry removed Jackson’s fingers and replaced them with his tongue. licked her clit and sucked on it. They felt her body tense up and she screamed out in pleasure. Her juices flowed out onto Harry’s tongue and down his throat. He kept licking her until she relaxed and stopped shaking. Jackson stood up and kissed her and she tasted so good. He wanted to fuck her right then and there.“I want her on my cock Harry.” The impatient old Jackson said. But Harry had another plan in mind.“Let’s make a fucking movie with this bitch.” Harry said, his voice was like a low grumble.

Her magic hummed beneath her skin, reaching out to twine with Caspian's vampiric energy. "I can feel you," Caspian murmured, wonder in his voice. "Your power... it's intoxicating." Lily leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Lily’s head fell back, her fiery hair cascading down her spine as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. The air around them crackled with magical energy, sparks of ethereal light dancing across her pale, freckled skin. Each thrust sent a jolt of ecstasy through her core, bringing her closer to the edge of bliss.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

My breath hitched, and the mix of metal and his sweat filled my lungs. “Leon! What the hell—” My words died as his grip cinched, perfectly balanced, not choking me, but making me feel the edge of death. I’d underestimated him. “Harry…” His knee forced between my legs, the rough fabric of his trousers rubbing against me. “Didn’t you once say you wanted me to spray on your face?” I froze, blood running cold. There was never coming back from this, was there?

"What?" "You know," he said, making an evil face, amber fire rising in his eyes, "how to call and trap a demon then burn him or her alive as a sacrifice or to steal their power." Sassy laughed bitterly, sinking back into his chair again. "Then again, maybe it will help. After all, Harry's trapped here, isn't he?" Sassy's wry and nasty grin smoothed out. "Anything else?" "Only some history books." Liam gestured to the stack in my lap. Sassy held out both hands with an expression that told me I was wasting my time, so I handed them over with a sigh and an eye roll.

She screamed out of her lungs when Amoux obeyed her, and she trembled because of her satisfaction. Damon smashed everything on the table. His canines were showing, and his eyes glowed red. He couldn't believe that minutes had passed, and Leah was finally gone. He didn't know who took her and what made him frustrated because he knew that the potion would get an effect that time. It's his only chance to impregnate her.