Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Roleplay

he asked again, grabbing my attention. “What if I win? What will I get from this?” I asked back. He sat back comfortably and looked at me intently as if I amused him. He then shrugged his shoulders “Your call. Do anything you want with me; I don’t really care” he said *** Like what I was saying, these guys presence is enough to make the atmosphere in such a low spirit. I wonder if this was what Harry Potter felt when there were dementors around him? And it sucks to think that my thoughts are a mess right now especially when I am usually the one who can’t be swayed by a mere presence.

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

"When I first met you, I thought you would wake up one day and murder me in my sleep or something" Another loud laugh rang in the room. "Oh. Nice. Nice" Harry said with his sarcastic tone and playful smile "What other nice truth do you have in mind about me?" I smirked "You're bad boy" He laughed, the sound low, deep and beautiful. I had to save it in brain box. "I am a good guy" "You are?" I touched the inside of my cheek with tongue. He was now smiling with his mouth opened a little "Yeah, I am. I am a good guy"

I got out of the car and threw my coat on the back seat of it. " Let's get your frustration out. " Harry said. " What are you planning? " I asked. " Something which could bring my brother back. " He smirked evilly. We went in. A troop of hot girls welcomed us. The hall was filled with VIP personalities. They covered their dark side secret from the world and made hay while in the sunshine. This spoiled richies with double personalities were the biggest black spot of the world. We were the same in the dark and the day.

Perhaps that, indeed, could be one of the very few things he still found ridiculous at this point when it came to adventures experienced by a couple behind closed doors. Removing his sweatpants and T-shirt and putting on the underwear that would transform him into the character of the moment, Harry observed the room, where some changes had been made to accommodate the two larger objects ordered by the homeowner. Considering the more exotic one, it was no surprise that he would be playing the tiger, and there was no shock when he played the music, which was the signal used to indicate he was ready, and she appeared dressed in a dominatrix style.

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..”

"We can go after we celebrate their engagement." "Then will you wear a Slytherin uniform I brought for you for this trip?" I shift in my seat and peek over. "You brought a Harry Potter costume for this trip." "What? I brought my Gryffindor uniform. We are going to act a forbidden romance between the two houses." "Oh gross," Liam gagged next to him, making Lily giggle. "No one wants to hear that, bro." "Sometimes I feel like Mom had dropped him secretly without Dad and I noticing," Rex whispers, making me laugh.

He could break wood with his punches and was an exceptional fighter. “Hahaha! Harry, less talk, more action!” someone jeered. Stella held Adaline back. She had already lost all hope. Harry rubbed his palms together. He was as proud as a peacock to be here because he enjoyed being the center of attention. He was the boss here and was the dictator of this room. He was the king. Since he was the king, he should act like a king. Harry smirked and said to Adrian, “Get ready, deadbeat. I’m about to make my move!”

Helena "I don't like this position..." I whisper shyly, looking back over my shoulder at Harry behind me. "Really? You don't know that. It's your first time," Harry smiles mischievously. "Don't be afraid. This way my cock will reach deep inside your pussy, right to that spot you love having me press against. You just need to relax and leave everything to me." Far too embarrassed to complain any further, my lips fill with moans as Harry once again pushes his hard erection into my pussy, while all I can do is grip the grass beneath me with all my strength.

“I’m not touching that. I’ll get tetanus or something.” Harry glanced over at me with a flat, unimpressed look. “And you think I’m going to touch it?” I tried to stare him down. “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who wanted to be the hero. So go ahead and be the hero, Harry. Open it. Don’t let me stand in your way.” Harry looked at the knob, then at me, then back at the knob, and the devil grinned. I expected something stupid like ‘open sesame’ or ‘alohomora’. But nope, he had to be dumb but piss me off at the same time as well.