Harry Potter Erotica [R-18]

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It had been an exceedingly long day for the defense professor. There were the normal issues at Hogwarts, naturally, such as detentions to assign, points to give and take, homework to grade, and lessons to plan. Add onto these problems the looming threats of Lycan attacks, and the inability for the older students to travel to Hogsmeade and use up some of their energy, and everyone was going a bit stir crazy.

Which was why she wanted to just return to her room, maybe take a hot bath, and go to bed.

Instead, she found Harry idly going through a trunk at the end of her bed.

Normally, she was rather protective of her privacy but found in the case of the boy she was happy, more than happy really, to share anything and everything with him.

If anything, it was nice to see him exploring his surroundings, she had been encouraging him to do so since moving in after all.

But she was still tired, and while it warmed her heart to see him so at ease, she would rather just…

Harry stood back up, examining a pair of ankle cuffs.

And just like that Grace Riddle's brain ground to a halt because she remembered the current trunk he was going through had various items she had been considering showing him over the course of the next year or so, to see if he was interested in any of them. It was easy to blame their outdoor encounter over the summer for putting such thoughts in her head, but really, they had always been there, it was just that now she had someone who appeared willing to indulge her in at least a few of her more private fantasies.

"What does the other end attach to?" He questioned, still taking in the object with a casualness that betrayed its intended use. "I assume one goes around a person's wrist?"

"Ankles," she automatically corrected, before giving herself a mental scold. They were discussing bondage items and she was acting as though they were in class. Still, he didn't seem offput by it, if anything he nodded with interest, "And they usually hook to something solid, like a… bed post."

This had him glancing between the cuffs and their shared bed which immediately banished any weariness or thoughts of rest from her mind. Now there was only one thing on her mind, well one thing and a specific boy with which to try it on.

"Would you be interested in trying it sometime?"

He looked back at her, eyes alight with excitement and it only further dampened her knickers. "I'm guessing you would be, since it's in our room?"

She nodded.

"And I assume you would want me strapped down?"

Another nod.

"To the bed."

A faster nod.

"Completely helpless, like I was during the summer."

"Harry…" she breathed out, almost trembling with anticipation.

His response was low and husky, "Tell me what you want."

Without another word, perhaps not trusting her own voice at that point, she took his hand and guided him onto the bed. After he was prone, she took the object he had been examining and secured one of his ankles before attaching the other end to the nearest wooden post. From the trunk she removed another matching object along with two additional, which differed only slightly, and secured his remaining limbs.

Afterwards she took her time walking the perimeter of the bed, inspecting his bound form and idly trailing her fingertips over his, at least for the moment, clothed body. "I've heard about what happened between your sisters and Cleopatra Malfoy." He immediately tensed but her voice had yet to rise or any anger to be noticeable in her posture or expression. "You do know when word gets out of you going on a date with her it will open the flood gates to all the other desperate, single, witches."

Harry scoffed, earning himself a serious glance from the older woman. "You're exaggerating."

"I'm not and deep down I think you know it. I'll tell you what I want Harry. I want you to go with them, I want you to let them desperately flirt with you, I want you to at least consider giving in to all those depraved, scandalous, and perverted desires in their young minds and afterwards I want you to tell me all about it."

He stared back, as if looking for some hint of her statement being a 'test'. "Is this another part of your 'better jealousy' thing?" She nodded and while it made little sense to him, he shrugged as best as he could without making any actual promises. "If that's what you want… but why tie me up?"

Harry's question had her pausing mid step before turning back to him with a smile, "Because while I do want to hear about all those horny young girls taking advantage of you… I also want to use your body for my own wicked desires."

Without further pretense her hands snapped forward, grabbing ahold of his pants and ripping the front open, exposing his, notably tented, underwear.

"Hey!" he yelped in protest, "You can't just ruin my clothes whenever you feel like!"

But her gaze, and mind, were already preoccupied with their next target, "I'll buy you new ones" Grace idly replied, finger gently trailing up what bare skin she could find before coming together on his concealed erection. "You need new underwear too, silky and comfortable."

Harry rolled his eyes, not trusting himself to give anything other than a breathy retort until he could gather his wits. "I-I have those too. I just don't wear them at school."

"You should" she stated, as if it were obvious and natural to wear lingerie during class. "Just the idea of it gets me all hot and bothered, knowing your beautiful young body is all wrapped up in smooth fabric, that when you are talking to your friends your cock is practically being smothered…" She trailed off before licking her lips sending further shivers through his body. "And here I had thoughts of going to bed before coming in here…"

He perked up for a moment, "What did you…" any further words became a garbled mess as Riddle slid her hand up his leg, easily grasping his erection with a firm, but gentle, hold.

"This…" she muttered softly, gently stroking up and down to earn a few gasps from the boy, "this is what I want now, and I think I'll take advantage of it and your mouth at the same time."

Without further ado, and a bit of dexterous maneuvering, the woman dropped her lower garments, tore the boy's underwear, ignoring another cry of outrage, and stepped up onto the bed. "I told you I'll buy you new ones, proper ones, for now use that mouth of yours for something more useful and eat my cunt."

She lowered herself down onto his face, slow and gentle enough that she wouldn't hurt him but with enough insistence that it would show him who was in charge.

Her, and it was about time she laid down the law and… Harry took a long agonizingly slow lick of her pussy and for a moment Grace swore she blacked out.

What had she been saying?

Oh, yes, that it was she who was the boss of their 'relationship'. Grinding her hips back the woman let out a deep moan, followed by a full body shudder, at how wonderful his mouth felt against her soaked sex before turning her attention back to the throbbing boyhood in her hand. She really should thank him for doing such a wonderful job, but at the same time she couldn't be too lenient.

So Grace went with a sort of 'middle of the road' type and trailed fingertips up his shaft, gently massaged his balls, let her breath ghost over him while watching in fascination as his hips thrust up, desperate for more, all while trying to do his best to pleasure her with the limited control he possessed.

It was intoxicating, something she could easily lose her mind in if not careful. The Problem was she certainly wasn't careful, and her mind raced as fast as her heart and the pleasure pumping through her veins.

She had never met a man so desirable who also was so open to such things. Never met someone who was so willing to give up control but not their independence or individuality. Never spoke with someone who she wanted to have underneath her and at the same time telling her how they were going to fuck some young girl in a few days.

Just the thought had her insides clenching as she covered his face in her juices moaning out low and loud before taking a few moments to recuperate, then she jerked him off with intent, whispering about how she was going to breed him later, how she was going to own his body, how she would make him moan her name.

Harry came within moments, and she loved every second of it.

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