Morphing Desire | By : zood Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 34197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Warning: rated R for sexual content. If
You’re not at least 18 years old, stop reading this immediately
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the
characters of this story. I only own the plot (which isn’t very much). Have a
lot of fun!
The cold Sunday morning sunlight
washed the sleepiness from the tired boy’s face. As he sat up in his bed at Nr.
12 Grimmauld Place, wiping sweat from his forehead caused by the dream that
woke him. The sweat wasn’t the only thing on his forehead; there was also a scar
shaped like a lightning bolt.
Unlike his usual dreams these had
been the kind dreams normal for a 16 year old boy. The first dream was about a
special girl in his life, a girl he knew for years, a girl he usually only saw
as a best friend. How could he dream of Hermione this way? The image of the
dream was burned into his brain –
Hermione naked sitting on top of him and with him, only in his underwear,
bound with thin black ropes to his bed. Her left hand explored his body, while
her other hand was pleasuring her pussy. She sat there with a look of desire deep
in her eyes, which hungered as if trying to eat him alive. Feeling her weight
on his legs, he was unable to move and feeling her hand sliding into his pants,
he was unable to stop his dick from growing and rising. He was unable to resist
her anymore as she ripped off his pants and lean forward. He could feel his
penis pressing against her skin and see her breasts nearing his face. He could
feel her tits on his face, on his mouth. His tongue was on autopilot, exploring
her breasts and comforting her nipples. He felt again her hand on his dick, trying
to make him enter her pussy and with the feeling of his glands touching her
pussy lips -
He awoke.
Harry didn’t know what to think
about this dream. On one hand, he was glad. It wasn’t one of his usual dreams
of Voldemort torturing people, of Cedric getting killed, or of Sirius falling
trough the veil. On the other hand, this dream was too confusing. He never
thought about the possibility of having sex with Hermione. What would Hermione
think, if she knew about this particular dream, or worse, his best friend Ron
who obviously had a crush on her for several years now? He decided never to
talk with anyone about this dream und never to dream it again. After staying
awake half an hour, he fell asleep again.
He was walking into a girly room, looking on a pink bed with a girl on
it. She wore only a black bra and a thin, nearly transparent black slip. She
was roped on the bed and blindfolded and now Harry recognized her long red hair
– Ginny.
He looked down his body and saw that he was completely naked. In trance,
he walked to her bed and sat next to her stroking her breasts. When he heard a
soft moan and felt her nipples stiffen, he leant forward, pressed his lips
against hers and kissed her. It was a long, deep kiss. When their tongues
separated, they felt a loss from the separation. She gasped for breath as his
lips moved slowly to her neck, licking and biting softly, while his hands
unbuttoned her bra. He was again rewarded with her soft moans, but this time
deeper than before. He removed the blindfold, but her eyes remained closed. He
felt her trying to nibble at his ears, as he moved his lips slowly down to her
left breast, while pushing away her bra. His lips arrived at her left nipple
nibbling it softly as his hands gently massaged both breasts. His tongue slowly
moved to the other nipple to share its affectionate attentions. His tongue then
moved slowly down to her navel, while his hands still massaged her breasts. Her
breath deepened and he felt her body tremble slightly. He felt his dick slowly grow
as he softly removed her slip with his mouth, taking in her scent. Gripping her
cheeks while slowly licking around her clit, her moaning grew louder the closer
his tongue approached it. He now climbed on top of her as he began to lick,
suck and nibble softly at her clit. His hands were massaging her as he intensified
his attention on her clit by licking faster and nibbling and sucking harder. Ginny,
freed from the ropes, grabbed his ass trying to pull him closer to her face.
She began to scream from passion. He began to press her tighter towards his
face. He felt his dick directed towards her mouth and a tingling sensation
begin…
Then he woke up again.
Harry opened a window hoping the
cold morning air would cool him down. After a view minutes, he decided to try a
cold shower instead. Moments after silently entering the bathroom, he heard the
shower come on and noticed that he wasn’t alone. Ginny, the same Ginny he just
dreamt of, was standing completely naked in the shower; her eyes closed and the
shower door open. Harry didn’t know how long he stared at her in complete
shock, before he recovered thinking he should get out of the bathroom before
being seen. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard soft moans coming
from the shower, followed by a short, little cry. Hidden by a cabinet, he
carefully peeked towards the shower and couldn’t believe his eyes. Ginny was
pushing the shower head into her pussy while rubbing her clit. Ginny, Ron’s
ickle sister was masturbating in the shower at five o’clock in the morning.
As much as
Harry tried, he was unable to take his eyes off her. He noticed a little blood
on her pussy and came to the conclusion, that she had been a virgin. Meanwhile
he was so horny, that he seemed to have absolutely no blood left for his brain,
he was completely paralyzed. Ginny began moving faster and moaning louder. He then
noticed a scent directly in front of him. It came from a nightgown, hanging on
a hook at the cabinet – obviously Ginny’s nightgown and scent. At that moment,
he wanted her badly, he wanted nothing more than rip off his pajamas and shag
her in the shower like there was no tomorrow. Just as his legs were about to move
him towards her of their own volition, he came to his senses and silently left
the bathroom.
Once outside
of the bathroom, he went to the toilet and closed the door. With the image of
Ginny masturbating in his mind, he couldn’t help but to also masturbate. When
he left the toilet, he saw Ginny going to her room, the nightgown in her hand
and completely naked. Her skin was slightly wet and he noticed that her nipples
were stiff. She squeaked as she noticed him, and then blushed the deepest shade
of red he had ever seen. She let the nightgown fall on the floor and ran to her
room without any word. Harry picked the nightgown sniffed her scent again and
then hung it on her door before going to his room.
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