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Spanking the
Ravenclaw
Niao meant delicate and graceful in Cantonese. To Harry, however, Niao meant Cho Chang.
She was perfection.
Her face, her hair, her eyes, her slender body was flawless in his
eyes. She was sweet and delicate. She was graceful in everything she did. Often
poised and refine in anything she took on.
She was too precious to raise his voice too and to elegant to ever
respond in such a manner to him. Even
her giggles with her friends were innocent and gentle to his ears. She was the epitome of beautiful.
Then again, Harry was deeply in love. Blinded by that love, Harry kept the
Ravenclaw on a delicate, precious, innocent pedestal.
The Boy Hero wasn’t quite use to a delicate and graceful
girlfriend. He’s previous attempt at a
relationship with Cho was not enough time to really place her where she was
now. His relationship with Ginny
Weasley, that had started just that summer, was really quite the opposite of
what he was experiencing with the Asian beauty.
Ginny took Harry’s virginity within a week of their
relationship. A sweet, tender moment on
the Weasleys couch in the middle of the night orchestrated and suggested by the
redhead. It would be the last of their
sweet, tender bouts of lovemaking, however.
Ginny hadn’t been a virgin and Harry never asked who her first had
been. He never had a chance too. Ginny took Harry any way she could, anytime
she wanted too, any way he could bend, any where they could manage it. He never had to ask for it. He never had to initiate it. Before he could think of it, her hands, her mouth,
or her red-haired snatch would be on him, taking him, controlling him.
Vigorous, experimental, extraordinary sex with the talented girl,
made it difficult for him to see that Ginny was simply a rebound relationship
after Cho. And soon after his sixth year
started, and he caught sight of the pretty seventh year, Cho was back on his
mind. Ginny kept him busy physically,
while Cho kept him busy mentally and emotionally until a chaste kiss with the
Ravenclaw changed everything.
Breaking Ginny’s heart a week before he gathered the courage
to asked Cho to be his wasn’t easy.
Through her tears, she told him she understood about lifelong crushes
and how hard they were to let go. Though
she was heartbroken, the littlest Weasley seemed her old self by that week’s
end, and had already started seeing, riding, taming Draco Malfoy.
Now with the most beautiful girl in his world, the raunchy
fucks he was accustomed too were gone.
It hadn’t taken long for Cho to suggest the next step in their
relationship and Harry learned what making love was really about. He could tell he wasn’t her first either, but
he didn’t care, or at least, he didn’t care to think about how lucky Michael or
Cedric had been. All he knew was that
she made love the way she did everything else; graceful, elegant, tender and
sweet. Each time more incredible than
the last. Harry couldn’t ask for
anything more. Nor would he even think
to suggest anything.
“What are you thinking about?” Cho asked as the two lay on
her bed in the Ravenclaw girls’ dormitory.
Harry, holding his precious love in his arms, kissed the top
of her raven hair and smiled toward her navy canopy. “How lucky I am,” he answered honestly.
“What, that everyone bought your story about needing to stay
in the castle for holiday break because you really wanted to study?” she said
caustically and snickered on his chest.
Harry snickered as well.
“No, that they bought that line from you! It wouldn’t have mattered for me. With Ron and Hermione staying, Ginny and
Malfoy as well, Dumbledore wouldn’t have mind.
I must say, Gryffindor Tower and the Slytherin dungeon will be seeing
more action this next week and half then they have ever had!” he joked, knowing
his friends, ex-girlfriend and enemy were making the most of their time alone.
Cho raised her pretty head from his chest and narrowed her
eyes at him. “And what about Ravenclaw Tower, Harry?”
Harry smiled and gently pinched her taut chin from her
beautiful glare. “You were magnificent
this morning, Niao. The others would
envy our lovemaking if they could see it.
We could definitely give Ron and Hermione some pointers. As for those in the dungeons, I’d be surprise
if Malfoy could see straight at all!” he quipped. “Ginny’s doing unspeakable things to him on a
daily basis! He could barely keep his
head up during lunch today! I’m sure
he’ll be wearing a ‘Blood-Traitors Do It Better’ t-shirt by the end of the
holiday!” he laughed.
Lying her head back down on Harry’s chest, Cho mumbled, “I
reckon they do.”
“What’s that?” Harry asked.
“Nothing,” she said, settling back in her resting place.
The Gryffindor ran his hand down the long raven tresses of
his love. Was there any part of her that
was not soft and beautiful, he wondered?
Even the scent of her was delicate and sweet. Harry fell more in love with every intake of
breath. And an intake of breath was what
he heard, followed by a slow, purposeful exhale by the person on his chest.
“Something the matter, Love?” he asked the pretty Asian girl,
resting his hand on the small of her back.
Another heavy breath escaped the girl as she shook her head
on his chest. “No,” she said
plainly. “Well, yeah. Just trying to figure out how we could set
the stairs long enough to get both Ron and Draco up here to watch us, as you suggested,”
she explained earnestly. “Now that would
be hot!”
It was Harry’s turn to gasp, followed by heavy swat to the
Ravenclaw’s bottom. “Cho Mei Li Chang,
shame at you for such dirty thoughts!” he exclaimed, following up with a
chuckle. During his playful discipline,
Harry didn’t notice that his thigh between Cho’s legs was quickly thrust upon
by her warm center. “Why, I’ve never
heard you say such naughty things. Perhaps
our friendship with Ginny and Malfoy was a bad ide…”
“Do it again, Harry,” Cho said suddenly, almost
breathlessly, interrupting his scolding and snickering.
But that all stop as confusion set in for the Boy Hero. “Do…what again?” he asked obliviously.
Biting the corner of her lip coyly, though her chocolate
eyes glistened with desire, Cho lifted up on her arm to look into her
boyfriend’s face. “M-my bottom…you…hit
it and…”
“Oh!” Harry said quickly, nervously, blushing with
embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Cho! Honestly, I didn’t mean…”
Cho shook her head and placed a delicate finger on Harry’s
babbling lips. “No, it’s alright,
Harry. I…I wanted you to…do it again,”
she asked timidly, though not blushing anywhere near the amount Harry had
accomplished.
Eyebrows knitting together momentarily in uncertainty, Harry
didn’t say a word as his large hand, that had always been gentle with the
Ravenclaw, patted her bottom….lightly.
That glint of desire in the pretty girl’s eyes disappeared
and she frowned at the lifeless swat at her backside. “That’s not how you did it before,” she said,
disappointedly.
Seeing the disappointment in her eyes made Harry’s heart
ache. He didn’t understand what was
going on, but he didn’t like doing anything to displease his precious
love. “I…how…”
“Harder,” Cho interjected, determination replacing the
disappointment in her almond-shaped eyes.
“Niao, I…”
“Please, Harry…” Cho begged, resting her hand on his chest.
“I…”
“NOW, damn you!” she demanded and squeezed his nipple hard
through his shirt.
“OW!” Harry shouted, and swatted her bottom just as hard as
she pinched him, as hard as she had instructed, and completely out of reflex
from his own onset of pain.
Cho’s lips curved into an impish smile as she hissed and
thrust the heat between her legs on Harry’s thigh. “Ssss - mmmm…” she moaned. “Again, Harry…”
Harry, once again, ignored his girlfriend’s suggestive grind
against his leg. “Cho, I…” he began,
unsurely. “OW!” he nearly shouted again
as she twisted his nipple with the wicked smile still on her face.
Immediately, he struck her backside after her assault, and
immediately, she rubbed her covered femininity against him. “Mmmm…” she moaned, digging her nails into
the shirt of his chest near his assaulted nipple.
Harry sighed, feeling sure the odd moment had passed as he
watched his girl bite her smiling lip and close her lovely eyes. “Was that…enough now, Love?”
Though she smiled with her eyes closed, she shook her head
quickly. “Not in the slightest,” the
pretty Asian girl said, sitting up and straddling him suddenly. Lowering her mouth to his in a bruising kiss,
Harry could feel Cho’s hot center grinding against his manhood. “Again, Harry,” she requested breathily to
his lips before devouring them once more.
Nervously, Harry began to pat her bottom, and disapprovingly,
Cho began to bite his lip. Sensing the
dissatisfaction, and because he was sure his lip would begin bleeding soon if
he didn’t comply, Harry swatted the delicate backside harder. Harder came the grind of the Ravenclaw’s
covered heat on his covered dick. Harder
became Harry from that motion and her kiss of him in a way she never had
before. Harder he began to spank her behind
repeatedly without realizing it.
“Sssssss!” moaned the raven-haired girl as she broke their
kiss abruptly. “Ouch…” she added
breathlessly, sitting up on her boyfriend.
As reality came crashing back to him, Harry sat up speedily
as well, mystified as to what had gotten into his sweet girl, and thoroughly
disgusted that he let himself go like that, causing her pain. “I-I-I’m sorry, Cho! Really!
I-I didn’t…mean to…” But as he
watched his innocent love slide off him and begin undoing her jeans, his eyes
widened and his apology ceased. “You…you
want to…make love, then?” he asked, hopefully, not from the pleasure of sex but
because that would be something he could actually comprehend and control at the
moment.
“Hmph,” the seventh year grunted quietly, kicking off her
jeans and pulling her arms out of her t-shirt.
Unsure of her answer, Harry shrugged his shoulders and began unbuttoning
his shirt. Suddenly, she stopped
undressing herself. “No,” Cho requested
quietly, gently stopping him with a soft caress of his hand. Shyly, the pretty girl looked into the hero’s
eyes, and Harry hoped that, perhaps, what had gotten into his sweet girl had
finally released itself from her. Her
charming, coy smile made his heart beat faster, seeing his innocent love
returning. “What’s your fantasy, Harry, about
us?” she asked bashfully.
Though half her clothes were off and kicked away from her,
Harry’s innocent love had returned, he was sure. He smiled lovingly at her and touched her
cheek. “I don’t need a fantasy, Love,”
he said earnestly, “what we do is fantastic.
I couldn’t want anything more.”
As Harry smiled at his sincere words, he watched the shy smile
of his love, oddly, disappear. “Hmph,”
she grunted again, quietly this time, disappointment tainting it. The chocolate of her eyes lowering to the bed
was disconcerting for the Gryffindor. He
seemed to have disappointed his girl once more.
“Cho, I…” he began unsurely, not knowing what he could say
to please her. But her sudden movements
made his attempt to think of something to say disappear.
Nearly naked, the Ravenclaw crawled toward the foot of the
bed. She undid her bra and tossed it to
the side, but left her t-shirt hanging around her neck. “Would you do something for me, Harry?” she
asked, timidly over her shoulder.
The words seemed to have been spoken to him from somewhere
in Hogsmeade by a mime at the moment. Harry
watched the pretty bottom of his girl display itself in front of him in a
manner he had never seen it before.
Making love between the raven-haired couple often consisted of Cho on
her back and Harry taking her slowly and lovingly. Or, Harry would be on his back and the Asian
beauty rode him gently to their blissful climaxes. But the suggested position, or what he
thought to be the suggested position when the words finally sunk in, had never
been an option; at least Harry would have never suggested it. But whatever she wanted…
“What, Cho?
Anything,” he asked quietly, though already having come to the
conclusion in his mind. A smile tugged
at the corner of his mouth as his manhood twitched in his jeans. He wouldn’t mind this new position at all. He just hoped he’d be able to control himself
and not fuck his girl’s intelligent brains out; Ginny had taught him well,
after all.
“I…” the seventh year began tentatively, and Harry’s heart
melted at the sound of her nervousness for her pending, obvious request. Preparing to open his mouth to tell her she
didn’t have to say the words, he would take her from behind just as gently as
he did when they made love, Cho continued.
“…want you to…bind me to the bed posts and spank me, Harry,” she
sputtered out over her shoulder.
The Gryffindor’s smile had disappeared quickly as if the
Hogsmeade mime had come into the room and smacked it right off his face. “Wh-what?” he asked, sure something crazy had
flown into his ear.
The apprehension in the Asian beauty’s voice disappeared
just as quickly as well. “I want you to
bind me to foot of my bed and spank me, Harry,” she said matter-of-factly.
Now he was certain his ears were full of something only Luna
Lovegood could identify. “Wait,
what? Bind you to the… Then, hit your bare bottom? No, Niao…”
Bloody hell, her
pumpkin juice must have been spiked at lunch this afternoon! It’s that sodding Malfoy that’s probably done
it! Knew I couldn’t trust him! he concluded as confusion set his mind spinning. But…it’s
kind of hard to do proper magic with Ginny sucking the very life force out of
you, though; being at her disposal for more than twenty-four hours can reduce a
man to senselessness… But,
then, how…
“Please, Harry? I
know you know the spell…” the Ravenclaw beseeched.
How would she know
that? he thought. However, it really didn’t matter how Cho knew
that Harry may have bound a redhead
to a bedpost, a desk, a tree, her mother’s easy chair used for knitting, bent
over, spread and blindfolded, he couldn’t do that to his Niao.
Full of surprises that day already, the Ravenclaw proved she
could do it to herself. “Like this,
Harry,” she suddenly said in his silence, before taking her wand and charming
herself to the bed post with invisible ropes.
The reluctant hero’s mouth hung open in shock. Snapping it shut as she pulled at her binds
and grunted in satisfaction of their tightness, Harry finally spoke. “Merlin, Love…” he barely said out loud,
“you’re…serious…”
Oh, how he wished sex in that position was still the only
thing he had to worry about.
“Yes…” Cho replied, her bottom poised and spread even more.
He could hear the twinge of excitement in Cho’s voice. He dreaded the idea of hearing that
disappointment from earlier. Swallowing
hard, the brave Gryffindor slowly reached out toward her creamy cheek and
harshly allowed his hand to swing at her bottom. The smack of the bare, fair skin echoed in
the room. But so did her moan of
pleasure as her pelvis gently thrust forward, going with the hit.
“Again, Harry, do it again.
Please?” Cho begged desperately, her bottom wiggling slightly in front
of him. Holding his breathe, he swatted
again at her mound in the same place. Again,
her hips went forward like a pro, going with the swing of the hit. “Ooohh, again,” the seventh year hissed as if
she was already receiving the next blow.
Something was beginning to happen inside of Harry’s jeans
again. He didn’t realize someone had put
a shrinking charm on them in the crotch.
He was becoming aroused and felt disgusting for it. The hero had been taught to spank Ginny by
Ginny and had done it on several occasions, but the thought of spanking Cho was
just wrong. Wasn’t it?
Then why are you
getting hard? he yelled at himself in his mind.
Because it’s so…firm
and smooth…mmmm… he moaned in his mind, his eyes partially closing as he
watched the creamy white mounds before him.
Before his realized it, his hand was reaching for her previously
assaulted cheek.
NO! he yelled in
his mind, catching himself. Clearing his
throat out loud, Harry retracted his hand quickly. You’ve got
to stop this!
As if the Ravenclaw knew what he was thinking, she wiggled
her bottom once more in front of him.
“Please, Harry…” she whimpered, spreading her legs and taking his breath
away from the sight of both her pink, puckering entrances.
He wished he’d taken his glasses off well before she had
gotten on all fours. Swallowing hard,
and hoping his erection wouldn’t rip through his pants, Harry patted Cho’s
right cheek that he had hit harshly not a minute ago. The Boy Hero had never heard his delicate
beauty growl, but he was certain that’s what emanated from the back of her
throat when she nearly shouted.
“Harder, Harry!” Cho demanded angrily.
Having not heard her voice at such a heated level since
their fighting the year before, Harry reflexively swung at the poised
backside. His large hand making harsh
contact with the soft skin echoed throughout the empty bedroom again. Before he realized it, an angry red hand mark
appeared on his girlfriend’s cheek. He had
been far too distracted by her head dropping, her hips shifting forward, her
back arching and a moan of ecstasy escaping her to notice it, however. And if that wasn’t distraction enough for the
reluctant hero, her puckering orifices seemed to clench in unison when the
sting of his hit rushed through her.
She…really likes it?
Harry thought in wonderment, still trying to ignore the fact that he was become
harder by the moment.
“Again, Love,” she groaned out breathlessly, desperately.
‘Really’ is an understatement…
It was then that Harry noticed that blood had rushed to his
hand print on her pretty ass. He felt revolted
by himself, nervous by her request, and extremely aroused.
“Again, Harry,” Cho repeated, as if sensing his reluctance.
The Chosen One had to look away as he fulfilled his love’s
request. But keeping his eyes closed
didn’t block him from the sound the wallop to her backside and the squeaks made
by her invisible binds as she pulled at them.
It also didn’t shield him from the sounds of her lustful whimper and
following words. “Oh, yes…your hands are
much bigger. I love it!” Cho moaned
almost to herself.
Sighing heavily, mostly to expel the heat he felt sick about
rising inside his body, he opened his eyes.
“Is that… Are we done with this,
Cho?”
Another lustful whimper came from the Asian beauty as she
lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at her nervous boyfriend. The almond-shaped eyes were filled with so
much desire, Harry was afraid of what her answer could be, but hoped she’d
request for him to lay her down and make love to her.
Because if I don’t get
inside of you soon, I’m going to cum in my shorts and feel like a despicable
dolt! he thought to himself.
“What…would you like to do to me, Harry?” Cho asked, every
word dripping with need and invitation.
Shocked by her evasive question, but hopeful that he was
right, Harry took a breath before speaking.
“I…I want to make love to you, Cho,” he said sincerely, hoping he’d have
the strength to keep it gentle enough to be considered lovemaking.
Chocolate seeped into emerald as the lovers stared at each,
both previously hopeful stares, now one disappointed. “Hmph,” was the quiet sound filled with disapproval
that he received from the girl as she turned back to her foot board. “Right side, Harry, at the top,” she suddenly
instructed.
Harry wondered if he should question her sudden change in
tempo from disappointed to instructional, but he thought against it. Smack!
was the sound heard instead.
“Mmmm,” was the moan heard immediately afterward, pelvis
thrusting forward and making her reddening cheeks dimple. “Side – ssss – right…” Cho said breathlessly,
again moaning before she even received the hit.
Smack! came the
heavy hand of the nervousness Gryffindor, he just wished everything else was
nervous too. His erection was throbbing
in his shorts, and fighting against his jeans, but he didn’t dare touch
it. Harry was certain if he released it
from its confines, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
Smack!
“Oh, yes!” Cho moaned when his hand hit the underside of her
right cheek without her instruction. The
arching of her back and the puckering of her orifices once more, confirmed that
Harry shouldn’t allow his erection free, lest it be instantly shoved into
whatever hole he got to first.
Smack!
“Mmhmph!” she whimpered when Harry slapped her across the
center of her right cheek. “Again!” she
beckoned.
“No,” he said, his training with Ginny coming out. “I must rub it…” he mumbled almost to himself
as he allowed his hand to caress the red blotches on her assaulted cheek. This didn’t disappoint the Ravenclaw,
however, as she moaned while her tender mound was kneaded.
“Harry,” Cho whimpered once more, “what do you want to do to
me?” she asked breathlessly, lustfully, pushing her cheek even more so into his
hand.
If Cho could turn her head around and see his dick trying
it’s best to break through the tough material, she’d know the answer to that
question. And if she could see his face
when his thumb accidentally slid into her split and grazed her second entrance,
she’d be able to know what he was thinking.
Lick it…just lick it
once. Let my tongue tease your hole till
you beg me to stick it in… he thought hungrily to her pink little starfish.
Catching himself and clearing his throat suddenly, Harry
pulled his hand away from her opening.
“I-I-I…” he stuttered, trying to keep his mouth from saying what his
mind was thinking, “want to…make love to you, Cho. Please, Niao,” he begged quietly, though his
insides were screaming for it.
“Hmph,” came her grunt tainted with a disappointment he
didn’t understand. “Left side,
Harry. And harder this time!” Cho
demanded.
A sigh of torment, confusion and resolve came from the Boy
Hero.
Whack! It echoed through the room, leaving a
handprint on her pale skin.
“SSSS!” they both hissed in unison, both suffering a
stinging pain from where their flesh met.
Harry shook his hand briskly while the Asian beauty thrust her hip
forward, dimpling that assaulted cheek.
Whack! He didn’t even wait for the instruction to
slap the side of her cheek, already having bruised the top with the hard slap.
“Oh, yes!” The Asian
beauty’s moans flew over her foot board.
Her hips instantly went forward after the hit, though she quickly pulled
back on her restraints, pushing her bottom more toward its abuser.
Harry could see the wrists of his delicate love turning as
bright a red as her ass cheeks. But
before he allowed himself to protest, he rounded out the red of her bottom. Whack!
“Mer…lin…” she barely said out loud, arching her back from
the sting of that last blow issued under her cheek. “More…”
Harry retracted his hand back farther than he had before and
brought it back down for its harshest blow yet.
Crack!
It didn’t sound like flesh meeting flesh this time. Instead, it sounded like a whip breaking through
the air and whatever was unlucky enough to receive its disciplining end.
“Oh! My. G…” was all the Ravenclaw could squeak out as she
trembled and pulled against her binds.
Harry gasped while his girl squeaked after administering the
blow, and not from the amount of stinging his hand was presently feeling. He pulled the hand back slowly from her
backside, eyeing the appendage as if he had never seen it before. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, who he
was doing it too or worse, he couldn’t believe how turned on he was from doing
it. Looking passed his hand, he could
see her vaginal entrance shining in the light, sopping wet. Feeling a sudden pain at the sight, he looked
down to the enormous bulge in his jeans and could literally see his penis
twitch under the heavy denim. It wanted
out and it wanted in.
“Rub it again, Harry,” Cho begged, bringing him out of his
reverie.
Instantly, Harry did as requested, cursing himself for not doing
it before being asked too.
Unfortunately, the rubbing of her colored cheek didn’t cool down the
heat rising in his body. As he kneaded
the mound gingerly, he found himself pulling it further apart from the other
with the help of his other hand. That
lovely starfish he wanted to taste was revealing and puckering itself, as her
wet hole beckoned him to want to taste its sweet juices as well.
“Tell me, Love,” the Ravenclaw hissed as he caressed her
bottom, “what do you want to do to me?”
Harry bit his lip in an effort to keep from letting his
dirty thoughts spill out. I want to bury my face in that wet
pussy! Suck in the lovely nectar seeping
out until there is no more left in you, Cho!
Then, I want to lick up your split and fuck this beautiful ass with my
tongue while fucking your cunt with the butt of my wand…
“Harry?” she called breathlessly when she didn’t receive an
answer.
Eyes lidded as he watched the meal in front of him, dick
twitching in his pants, and fortitude slipping greatly by the minute, the
Gryffindor shook himself back to reality.
“I…want to make love to you, Cho,” he said through gritted teeth, trying
to keep his real desires trapped behind his incisors.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
“Hmph…”
Something in Harry unhinged at the sound of the plaguing
grunt. His already gritted teeth
clenched even more until he could them crackle in his ears. His large hands that had been forever gentle
with his delicate love up until then, arched to claws behind her red bottom. A mixture of irritation, impatience and
arousal swirled in the Boy Hero like a tornado until it couldn’t contain itself
any longer.
“‘Hmph,’ is it?” he growled venomously at her bottom. “I’ll show you ‘hmph’!”
As the threat seeped through his pursed lips, Harry’s arched
fingers grasped Cho’s left hip tightly. There
would be no thrusts forward to ease the stinging of the blows. The pretty girl hissed as his fingertips dug
into her pale flesh. But she nearly
screamed when his right hand came crashing down on her round bottom
mercilessly.
SMACK! WHACK! SMACK!
WHACK! CRACK!
“AHH!” she yelled as Harry’s hand attacked her cheeks in
every direction before issuing the harshest of blows.
SMACK! WHACK!
SMACK! WHACK! CRACK!
CRACK!
“Bloody…” Cho whimpered with barely a breath. The seventh year didn’t have time to breathe,
however, before Harry’s hand retracted back once more.
SMACK! WHACK!
SMACK! WHACK! CRACK!
“OH – G-God…” she only managed to moan, bottom alit with
stinging, stabbing, delicious pain.
Blinded by that mixture of lust, impatience and irritation
still, the massaging of her crimson cheeks to ease to the pain could barely be
considered as such. Hands still ridged
and arched, Harry’s rubs of comfort were more like gropes at the tender
flesh. Pulling the meat instead of
massing it, he’s breath fought to get through his clenched teeth as he held his
bottom lip and watched his handy work.
The scarlet flesh in his hands was torturing his mind, mouth
and crotch all the same time. Harry’s
tongue lapped, fought, pummeled the back of his teeth as he eyed the Ravenclaw’s
beaten backside. His dick all but
unzipped his pants for him wanting it’s freedom and it’s proper placement
between the groped cheeks. And his mind
spun with the most lewd thoughts he had every entertained about Cho when his
precious girl attempted to speak.
“Har-ry…” she panted, “what do you…” That was all she could managed out, trying to
pull back some of the oxygen he had spanked out of her.
Though she hadn’t finished the sentence, Harry knew what she
was asking. His indecent thoughts told
her the answer when his mouth wasn’t able too.
I want to shove my
dick so far into that tender little pussy, you’d feel like I’m trying to split
you in two! Then, I want to fuck you
until you cum so hard, my love, they can hearing you screaming in the
dungeons! But before I fill up your
hungry little cunt with my seed, I’ll pull it out and spray my load all over
this beautiful, scarlet bottom! God,
Love, and I swear if you asked me too, I’d gladly lick my cum
right up just to taste this precious ass!
“Har-ry…” Cho repeated.
But Harry didn’t open his mouth respond. His clothes felt as though they were
strangling him.
“Harry…”
He thought for sure his clothes were sticking to him from
the amount of sweat escaping his pores.
And the naughty thoughts going through his mind didn’t make him sweat
any less.
“Tell me…” Cho begged, barely audibly as his nails dug into
her aching cheeks.
His mind was unhinged, sorting through the vision in front
of him, the perverse things he was thinking about, the physical restraints of
his clothes, and his completely innocent, elegant, delicate, graceful,
sweet…naughty, submissive, dirty, perverted vixen poised and wet in front of
him.
“What…do you want to…” Cho groaned out as each passing
thought in the Boy Hero’s mind caused him to dig into her crimson flesh even
more.
Suddenly, a growl escaped the Gryffindor hero. The growl chased away the mere thought of his
prior answer to her question. Harry
didn’t want to make love to his delicate flower any more.
“I want to fuck the shit out of you!” he roared, releasing
her hip and quickly going for his zipper.
“Yes!” Cho nearly shouted over the side of her bed.
But Harry didn’t hear her.
He didn’t care if she said ‘yes’, ‘no’ or ‘the castle’s on fire!’ All the sixth year knew, wanted, sought was his
dick out of his pants and lodged deep inside the wet track of the girl. Not possessing the ability, fortitude or
patience to remove all his clothes, Harry only undid his pants and pushed them
down to his knees. His hands flew from
the denim material to the soft skin of Cho’s hips, but there would be nothing
soft after that. The Boy Hero angled
himself quickly toward her hole and rammed himself inside her even faster.
“Yes!” the Ravenclaw repeated. But he didn’t hear that either.
Holding her hips in place, Harry retracted his hips all the
way back like he had his hand several times before, before crashing his hips
forward on her spanked bottom just as hard as his hand had. Repeating the actions, mercilessly slamming
against her tender flesh, the Gryffindor began fucking the Ravenclaw the way he
declared he would.
“Is this what you wanted, Cho!” he nearly shouted more then asked,
accenting each word with a harsh thrust.
“You wanted me to spank your ass, then fuck you hard against it? Is that what you wanted? Tell me!” he ordered, digging his nails into
her hips as his dick dug in her womb.
“Y-es…ye-s…y-y-yes, Ha-rr-y!” Cho replied, barely coherent,
syllables breaking apart as her entire body jerked back and forth from his
powerful thrusts.
Body cheering from being encased in the deep, warm depths of
the girl didn’t seem to sway his growls and harshly spoken desire-driven
words. “I suspect you want me to fuck
you harder, don’t you, Cho?” he asked, already administering thrusts that
nearly knocked her head into her footboard.
“Y-y-es, Harry!
H-h-harder! Oh, G-God!” the Asian
beauty nearly screamed.
Placing his hand on her back while the other held tight to
her hip, Harry continued his fucking, contemplating how many different ways he
was going to violate her in a moment.
But before he could decide whether to shove his finger in her starfish
or grab his wand and use that, the seventh year spoke as best she could.
“Sh-sh-shi…”
“Yeah, SHIT, you feel good too, Cho!” Harry moaned, cutting
off her attempt to speak.
“No,” Cho managed out, “sh-shirt, Harry! Gr-grab my sh-sh-shirt!” Harry was confused while he never missed a
stroke of his dick in her cunt. He knew
he couldn’t take the t-shirt she had hanging around her neck off, least not
with her bound to the bed. When he told
her that, she shook her bobbing raven haired head. “No, the-the end. Gr-grab the end and…and p-pull!”
Eyes narrowed in confusion, but not wanting to stop to get a
proper explanation, Harry reached forward and grabbed the tail of her t-shirt.
“Yes…pull…back…ssssss,” Cho moaned
and hissed already from something other then the erection claiming her body.
Harry did as he was told and watched as Cho pushed her head
even further forward until the t-shirt was pulled as far it could go. She gasped and Harry loosened his grip,
sensing he was choking her.
“No, pull!”
“Niao…?”
“DO IT!” she ordered, and Harry did. Cho gasped again, but did nothing to help
herself breath any easier, at least in Harry’s opinion. “Har-der, Har-ry! Fu-ck me har-der!” she ordered breathlessly
once more when he became distracted by her actions.
Now holding on the end of her shirt and the pretty pale hip,
Harry fucked his precious girl’s against her crimson ass. Soon, the situation of nearly choking his
lovely girl while fucking her roughly turned him on even more if possible.
“Oh, God, Cho! Oh,
fuck, you feel… Shit!” he rambled and
moaned, listening to his body slapping against hers, accompanied by her gasps
for air and heavy moans of her own.
And just when he felt sure he’d unload in her, Cho spoke
again. “Ha-ha-…”
“I’m fucking you as hard as I can, Love! Don’t worry, when I turn you over, you’ll…”
Harry declared, cutting her off.
“No…hair, Harry!
My…my…ha-ir! G-grab it! P-pull it – SSSS – oh, plea-se pull it!” Cho
begged.
Harry didn’t need telling twice. He loved the raven hair of the
Ravenclaw. He always did want he could
not to grab a chunk of it when she pleasured him sweetly with her mouth. But there was nothing sweet about what they
were doing. Nothing delicate or
precious. Nothing graceful or
elegant. It was raw, dirty, dangerous,
and perverted.
Harry couldn’t ask for anything more.
Nails digging harshly into her scalp to get a proper handful,
and sensing that she wanted the acquisition to be rough, Harry allowed his hand
to slowly gather her thick tresses. His
arm holding her shirt extended again, as his other arm extended from balling
the end of her hair in his hand. Now
Harry fucked the pretty Asian girl, using her t-shirt and long black hair to
pull her back as he thrust forward.
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, along
with Cho’s breathless moans and Harry’s incoherent swearing and praising. Sweat dripped off the sides of the seventh
year’s back as her body bounced back and forth on Harry’s throbbing meat. The Boy Hero was drenched all over his body
from sweat, his sac being the only thing wet from the amount of lubricants
escaping his girlfriend.
The scene before him was magnificent. Cho’s wrists were blood red where they weren’t
actually bleeding. Her head was back,
pulled so by her hair, though she did all she could to push her head forward. Her t-shirt was twisted around her neck and Harry’s
fist though not held as tightly as her hair.
Her beautiful body was flushed from the sex being had with it as it
jerked and quivered from what it was receiving.
And receiving was what she was doing.
The Gryffindor watched his dick disappearing and reappearing inside a
track he had always taking gently. He
was claiming and pleasuring his love, but most importantly, fucking his
delicate beauty senseless. And even
though Cho was in the most submissive position imaginable, she was equally
fucking the sanity from Harry Potter.
“C-cum…gonna cum…” the Ravenclaw began to mutter through
shorten breaths. The Boy Hero’s body lit
with anticipation at her words, wanting to feel her walls groping at his manhood
possessively and drenching it further. “H-harder,
H-H-Harry, p-pull har-der!” Cho ordered and Harry felt sure he’d cum before her
simply from her demand alone.
Pulling harder, breathing harder and fucking even harder was
not a problem for the Gryffindor. The
thick tresses were strong and stayed locked in his fist as he continued to
deliciously brutalize her womb. Harry
pulled at her t-shirt, causing her to gasp as she attempted to cry out. And soon he felt it. Cho’s strangled yell echoed in the room as
the Asian beauty’s cunt tightened on his dick and liquefied. His delicate and graceful love shook all over
as she climaxed hard on him and it sent Harry over the edge.
“HOLY FUCK!” he yelled, pulling her hair even harder by
accident and burying his exploding dick even deeper into his girl. He came so hard while throwing his head back
toward the ceiling, he was sure he going to flip over backward. The only thing that kept him upright was the
t-shirt, the hair and the gasping girl.
Slipping back into his conscious mind, Harry opened his eyes
and realized he was still holding on.
Instantly, he released Cho’s hair and shirt and watched his beauty
collapse forward on her bed with her arms still bound to the bed post. Pulling out of her satiated pussy, seeing
drops of his seed sneaking out of her red hole, the sixth year searched for his
wand. Retrieving it quickly, the
released the binds and climbed down the bed to his girl.
“Cho? Cho, are you
alright, Love?” he asked worriedly, as she lay still and panting at the foot of
the bed. Lying next to her, still fully
dressed in his clothes, Harry pulled his naked girl into his arms and rocked
her, hoping for a response. “Love?”
“I’m…okay…Harry,” Cho finally answered, her voice shallow.
Harry was glad to hear her voice, but still rocked her
against him worriedly. “I’m…sorry, Niao,
I didn’t mean to pull…so hard,” he explained to her forehead guiltily before
kissing it.
To his surprise, a light giggle came from his exhausted
love. “It’s…okay, I wanted you too,” Cho
assured, still in a shallow tone. “My,
that was…wonderful, Harry,” she added, finding the strength to nuzzle in his
neck. “I love it…like that. We’re going to have…loads of fun.”
Harry couldn’t help but smile. He also couldn’t help but wonder. “Niao, where did you learn this from? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry but Cedric
didn’t seem the type and Corner just doesn’t seem that smart, Ravenclaw or
not. So who…”
“My first and only time before you, Harry,” she answered,
propping her exhausted body up on her elbow to look into his eyes. “It was a few days before you asked me
out. So, it…wasn’t either of them. But I was taught well.”
Harry marveled at the fact that Cho could lose her virginity
and endure such a complex, dirty, exhilarating act. “Who was that lucky, Cho?”
Cho giggled and tucked her pulled raven tresses behind her
ear, her wrist blazing with the marks of their wonderful perversion. “Well, Ginny is rather persuasive when she
wants to be,” she said with a sly smile.
“And with all those lovely toys…”
The word “WHAT?” bounced off the walls of the Ravenclaw
girls’ dorm for nearly ten seconds. And
in Hogsmeade, a mime toppled over suddenly in the snowy streets.
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A/N: Don’t ask about
the mime!lol Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading it! By the way, I didn’t have a beta for this
story, at least I didn’t ask for one, but if anyone feels sorry for me, let me know!lol
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