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The Secret of Hogwarts House Elves

This story is based on the series of books by J.K. Rowling. Hermione Granger’s Fifth year at hogwarts. She wishes to discover the reason for the House elves love of slavery, and discovers the shocking truth

Forbidden Furry Love Part 2

This is my second story in what I hope to become a series, as asked last time please leave somePlease leave some constructive criticism and please don’t leave any messages saying that your looking for a girl and have a 9″ dick, cause we both know that’s not true

Harry Potter and the Horny Teenagers Ch. 1

“Oh shit,” grunted Ron, the silk sheets rubbing against his erection.
It was a hot, humid August night in the Burrow and Ron had stripped down to nothing to try to get to sleep. His nakedness had caused a new problem, the sheets that he was sleeping under rubbing sensually against his shaft with every movement. The more he fidgeted, the harder he became until he was left laying upon his back, his seven inch cock tenting the sheets impressively.
He looked over at the clock upon the wall, its hands telling him that it was an hour past midnight. He desperately needed some sleep, especially if he didn’t want to be a walking zombie when his two friends arrived in a week’s time. Both Harry and Hermione were arriving next Friday to spend the rest of the summer at the Burrows before heading back to their sixth year at Hogwarts. Ron wondered how Harry was coping at his aunt and uncle’s house, hoping that he wasn’t beating himself up too much over the death of Sirius. He hadn’t sent him many letters, but Hermione had advised not to push the issues.
His thoughts stayed on Hermione as he slipped a hand beneath the sheets and wrapped his fingers around the length of his cock. Her pleasant smiling face and her small pert breasts, Ron picturing them jiggling as he fucked her furiously within his mind. His mind wandered onto her firm round ass, often sexily clad in denim jeans. He pumped his cock harder as he pictured her on her stomach, bottom in the air, as he pushed himself into her tight ass, Hermione moaning beneath him. With a grasp, Ron came, his hips thrust into the air, as he pumped his cum all over the insides of the sheets.
Ron revelled in the feeling, the sticky sheets across his body, before his window began to rattle. Alarmed, he jumped up and rushed over to it, flinging it open. The rattling stopped at once and the small breeze felt good upon his deflating cock, however he could see no reason for why the window had rattle. Standing naked in the window, Ron looked out at the grounds below and saw a figure that was moving through the long grass.
Dressed in a shockingly rainbow coloured dressing gown, her golden hair running down her body, Luna Lovegood was disappearing towards the forest in the distance. She had been staying with them for the past week, as Ginny had down over at hers the week before and was no doubt following some crazed theory. Feeling uncomfortable about her walking in the dark alone, Ron hastily tucked his flaccid member into a pair of boxers and jumped onto his broom, following her from afar.
He watched as Luna moved into the forest and towards the small pond that lay in the middle of it, coming clearly into view as she entered the small clearing. Careful not to be seen, Ron moved between the leaves of the tree and landed behind a thick trunk, peaking around to watch Luna move in circles, her wand flying in the air, muttering strange words. Then she did something that made Ron’s eyes wide. She dropped her dressing gown.
Luna was wearing nothing underneath, her body bathed in the moonlight and revealed to Ron from his hiding place. She was facing away from him, her unblemished back hidden by much of her hair, her legs thin and toned, her ass small and tight. Blood quickly began to run away from Ron’s head, making his boxers tight again as his cock quickly rose. Besides accidentally walking in on Ginny several times, he had never seen a girl naked in real life before.
Ron was shocked again as Luna blindfolded herself, wrapping a strip of black material across her eyes before dropping down to all fours, her ass wiggling straight at Ron, her pussy also peaking out from between her thighs.
“Oh Gnome King, I offer you my ass to fuck, it is lubed and ready for you,” Luna said, wiggling her rear in invitation. Her dirty mouth caused Ron to harden to his full length, his boxers now obviously tented.
Ron spent several minutes memorised by Luna’s wiggling ass before his mind slowly kicked into gear. He remembered a conversation between Luna and Ginny the night before, when he was going up to bed. They had been talking about the gnomes in their garden before Luna brought up the creature known as the Gnome King. She said she had read about them in one of her dad’s book, and that the Gnome King was a human-sized gnome that ruled over all other gnomes in the garden.
What she had said next left Ginny in a giggling fit and Ron quickly pumping his cock at the door to the detailed descriptions. Luna said that the Gnome King often sought female humans for sex, his people too small for him, and that he only sought anal sex for fear of cross-breeds. If you were buggered by the Gnome King, you would receive wealth beyond your dreams.
And now Luna was blindfolded, her ass swaying in the air, waiting for a hard cock to be pushed inside it. Ron quickly gulped at the thought that crossed his mind, Luna would believe anything, and being blindfolded, if Ron fucked her she would believe that she had been buggered by the Gnome King. Light-headed and horny, Ron decided to act upon his perverted thoughts, pushing down his boxers to free his erection.
Stepping out of his only item of clothing, Ron walked swiftly over to Luna, dropping to his knees just behind her. Keeping his breathing quiet to not give himself away, Ron placed a hand upon Luna’s firm behind, and guided the head of his cock to the entrance of her ass.
“You have picked me!” Luna squealed in delight, pushing back, her ass opening to accept the tip of Ron’s cock.
He bit down on his lip to stop any sounds of pleasure escaping, Luna’s ass being warm and incredibly tight. Cautiously placing a hand on each of Luna’s buttocks, Ron pushed forward, his entire cock going deep within her rear. Luna gave a scream of pleasure and pain before whispering to be fucked, something that Ron was only too happy to do.
He began to thrust quickly, enjoying the sensation of Luna’s ass wrapped his cock, as she pushed back, meeting his thrust with her own. While Ron concentrated on keeping silent, Luna screamed and purred with every movement, the sounds only fuelling Ron’s fucking. Moving his hands to her hips, giving him a tighter grip, Ron increased the speed of his thrusts, his cock rocketing inside of her ass, each thrust burying his shaft deep inside her rear.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Luna moaned, thrusting back, her head swaying in pleasure as Ron’s balls slapped against her netherlips. “I’m nearly there.”
Ron quickly felt his resolve slipping at the words and buried himself deep inside Luna’s ass, his cock throbbing as he came, filling her ass up with his cum. The sensations were clearly enough for Luna, who also moaned in orgasm, her ass clenching tightly around Ron’s cock.
Ron gave a grunt and moved backwards; falling onto his back, exhausted and amazed at the fact that he had just fucked Luna Lovegood up the ass. As he lay there, he heard her begin to hum a tune, cum trickling from her abused rear and down her legs. It took him only a moment to figure out that it was Weasley is our King.
“You knew?” Ron spluttered, jumping to his feet, his softening shaft dangling from his legs.
“Of course I did, Ronald. And I was worried for a moment you weren’t going to take my invitation and shove your wonderful penis up my bottom, but I’m so glad you did,” Luna said, taking off her blindfold and raising herself to a kneeling position to face Ron.
“You – you planned this?” Ron asked, frozen in shocked.
“Again, of course, Ronald. I wanted to have sex with you for a long time but I was afraid to ask so I came up with this plan. And I promised daddy that I would save myself for my wedding, so I had to let you use my ass, naturally,” Luna explained calmly. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
Without another word, Luna moved forward and took the entire length of Ron’s shaft inside her mouth. Ron, for a moment tried to protest, before her tongue began to swirl around the head of his cock, and his brain closed down, letting him enjoy Luna’s wet and talented mouth.

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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black 7(full chapter)

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Harry and the Black sisters are in Harry’s room, going over the sixth year spells, with the sisters still casting surreptitious glances at the /Sex Alicia/.
There’s a knock on the door and Tonks announces her presence.
When the pink haired Auror enters the room, she is once more subjected to three Finite’s.
“Wotcher crew.”
Harry looks at his watch, “Morning Tonks. So what brings you by so early? It’s only nine and we aren’t set to leave until closer to noon.”
Tonks’ shuffles her feet a little as she gives Harry a rather peculiar look, “I know, Harry, but I wanted to talk to you and I figured this would be the best time. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all, Bella dear, please go and bring up some tea.”
Bella, wearing jeans and a shirt leaves.
Tonks swallows hard as she looks at Harry for another moment, “Harry, I need a small favor from you.”
Harry nods his head, “What do you need Tonks?”
“Harry, I need to say something and I need you to let me say it without any interruptions and then think about it before you respond.”
His curiosity piqued, Harry nods his head.
Tonks takes a long, steadying breath. “Ok Harry, what you said during the last Order meeting got me thinking. You were completely correct, you have more experience fighting You-Know-Who directly than anyone currently alive, Dumbledore included. The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that you are the only person who can finish him off for good. That being said, I know you’ve already cast the servus secus spell once, and I want you to use it on me.” Tonks is blushing profusely and looking anywhere but at Harry.
The young man’s mind is in an extreme state of upheaval. He ruthlessly squashes his first inclination to yell at the poor woman in front of him, trying desperately to buy time; Harry manages to say, “Why?”
The relief on Tonks face is indescribable, “Harry, have you ever stopped to consider why exactly I choose to become an Auror? The Black family isn’t exactly replete with upstanding members of the community. In fact, most of the family I stand a better chance of arresting than getting accolades from. Now, I’m not trying to be coincided Harry, but if I wanted to, I could easily be a very well paid model for literally any clothing company you can name, and a great many I’d feel happier about if you couldn’t. I choose to become an Auror because I wanted to help track down and eradicate the dangers to our world. Does that answer your question?”
Harry’s just starting to get his thoughts in order as Tonks finishes her statement. “Mostly, but I still don’t understand why you want me to use the spell against you.”
“I’ve done a great deal of research into servus secus since I found out about you using it. Not only does it allow you to get a better understanding of the person, but it also allows you to draw on the knowledge and power of the woman you use it against.”
“I’m well aware of this Tonks. I still don’t see your point.”
Tonks takes a deep breath, “Simply put Harry, I believe that you are the only person in the world who can successfully challenge You-Know-Who and I am willing to do whatever it takes to help you. If I have to sacrifice my future so some kids can have one, so be it.”
Harry studies the hard mask that Tonks face has become. “Dora, you have to understand, that the changes are permanent. If I were to use the spell on you, there would never be a way to undo the damage. You would be bound to me for the rest of your life.”
Tonks’ voice is shaking as she slowly walks over to one of the chairs. “Harry, I’m perfectly cognizant of the consequences of what I want you to do. I understand that if you do as I want you to, all the priorities in my world will change. I understand that my entire world will center around you. I know that my will would no longer be my own to command. I know all of that Harry, and I’m still willing to go through with it.”
Harry’s trying desperately to come up with another counter-argument when Cissa says, “You understand all that intellectually, but do you truly comprehend it emotionally?”
Tonks looks at her blonde aunt. “In all honesty, probably not. But then, I don’t think that anyone is truly prepared for a major life changing decision.”
The two women lock eyes for a moment, then Cissa turns to look at her master. “Master, the choice is yours to make, but I would like to recommend that you grant my niece her request.”
Harry looks at his majordomo “Why’s that?”
“First, even if her blood has been diluted by that of a muggleborn, she is still of noble stock. The Black family breeding is more than evident in her intrinsic magical capabilities; in addition, the capability to alter her appearance could prove invaluable to you in the role of a bodyguard, which is why you asked that of her in the first place. However, beyond all that, the most pressing point I have is that her heart is in the right place.”
Harry can feel all his arguments flowing out of him. “Cissa dear, you fight too damned dirty.” He turns his attention back to Tonks, “Ok, my dear, before I’m willing to cast that spell, we’re going to need to work out some of the more mundane of the details, such as what cover you’ll be using, whether or not you’ll be maintaining your position as an Auror or if you’ll need to resign, that sort of thing.”
Tonks face lights up at the tacit approval of her request and she leans over to kiss him gently on the cheek. “Thank you master,” the title rolls off her tongue, seemingly dipped in honey and Harry’s reaction is neither unexpected nor unintended.
Harry blushes profusely as his cock quickly hardens. “You don’t need to start calling me that yet.”
Tonks reaches down and gently rubs the bulge in Harry’s pants. “I know, but I want to get used to it. For now master, would you like to sample the goods you’ve agreed to purchase?”
Harry’s head is swimming and all he can do is nod his head.
Tonks grabs a hold of Harry’s hands and helps to pull him to his feet as stands up. Cissa moves behind Harry and pulls his shirt up over his head, allowing Tonks to release Harry and make short work of the clasps on her robe.
Harry manages to get his glasses back in line just in time to see Tonks let her robe drop from her shoulders. Despite already having an erection, Harry almost passes out from blood loss to the brain.
As the pink haired Auror’s robe hits the floor, her future master get a look at what was hidden. She’s wearing only a lacy red pushup bra and a matching pair of knickers.
Tonks drops to her knees in front of Harry, reaches up, and makes obscenely short work of the fasteners on Harry’s trousers. In a matter of moments, Harry’s pants and trousers are around his ankles.
Tonks smiles hungrily as she gets her first up close look at Harry’s cock. Tonks takes a deep breath and then engulfs Harry’s entire cock. Even with her mouth full, Tonks grin is positively evil as she focuses for a moment.
The look of concentration on the metamorphmagus’ face has Harry nervous, until he feels her tongue wrap all the way around his cock.
Tonks begins to bob her head up and down on Harry’s shaft while using her elongated tongue to constantly tease him.
The treatment the young man is receiving is quickly too much for him. He clenches his hands at his sides. “Tonks, unless you want a mouthful, you might want to back off now.”
Tonks merely holds her head still while her tongue continues to work along his length. Just moments later, warm goo erupts into Tonks’ waiting and eager mouth. The woman revels in the taste of her future master’s seed before swallowing it.
Tonks cautiously rises to her feet and places a hand on the center of Harry’s chest.
Behind Harry, Cissa sees what her niece wants her to do and quietly places a chair behind her master.
With a gentle push from Tonks, Harry finds himself seated. The Auror turns so her back is to Harry before she shuffles her feet back. Tonks takes a moment to make sure everything is aligned properly before she lowers herself onto Harry’s cock. Both of them gasp slightly as Harry slides into Tonks.
She continues to lower herself until she’s resting completely on Harry’s lap.
Harry moans loudly as Tonks uses her extreme muscle control to milk his cock with her cunt. He reaches around Tonks and one hand finds her breast while the other instinctively heads further south. His mind is blank as he gently massages Tonks’ nibble while simultaneously rubbing her pussy.
Tonks barely has time to wonder where Harry picked up his skills before she shouts out her release.
The sound Tonks makes, combined with the physical stimulation, is enough for Harry. He simply grunts as he releases his seed.
Tonks climbs off of Harry on shaky legs. She turns and says, “Harry, if I weren’t already hell bent on being one of your mistress’, that performance would have convinced me.”
Harry’s conscious mind has exerted enough control for him to blush at Tonks comment.
Bella chooses that moment to walk in. She quickly surveys the situation, “Did I miss some of the excitement, master?”
The raven-haired beauty’s words cause everyone to break out laughing. Tonks and Harry both put their clothing back on while Bella sets out the tea.
The four talk animatedly, mostly negotiating and trying to iron out the details of Tonks’ future. Amazingly quickly, 11:30 rolls around.
Tonks stands up, “Ok, the minister authorized a portkey that will take us directly to the edge of Hogwarts.” She pulls out a pair of muggle handcuffs. “Everyone grab on.”
The other three grab a hold and quickly feel the familiar jerk behind the navel.
They find themselves on the path between Hogwarts and Hogsmead, directly on target. The group makes its way up to the castle with Tonks leading the way and the sisters flanking their master.
As soon as they enter the castle, they hear the slight rustling of a cloak as Snape makes his appearance. “Ah, Mr. Potter, right on time. This way if you please.”
Surprised that the normally loathsome teacher is treating him civilly, Harry follows the greasy-haired professor with his entourage.
The group is quickly brought into the headmaster’s office and the dithering old man is sitting behind the desk. “Ah, Harry, my boy, I’ve arranged for Cornelius to be here in an hour’s time. Do you think that the business you needed to discuss with Professor Snape and myself will be done by then?”
“It should be Albus; I have only a limited number of things that I need to discuss with each of you. Let us start with the good professor.”
Snape visibly winces at Harry’s light tone. “What did you need to talk about Mr. Potter?”
“Our relationship during the coming year sir; as much as it pains me to say this, the Order can’t afford to have you drastically change your attitude towards me; your position as a spy is much too valuable to risk just for my wounded pride. A gradual change through the year might be acceptable; I’ll leave that to your discretion, but I don’t want you to jeopardize your position.”
Severus nods sagely. “I’m duly impressed Mr. Potter. You have successfully disproved my initial assessment of you once more. I’d given some consideration to my treatment of you and your associates during the course of the year and I’ll admit I’d been unable to balance my obligations to the Order with my new intentions to treat you as you deserve. With your permission, I will mitigate my treatment of you minutely.”
“As I said sir, I’ll leave it to your better judgment. Just be cautious not to endanger your position; also, if you need to come down on me particularly hard, pass word along to me about how you want me to respond for the appropriate audience.”
Snape actually manages an evil smile. “How very Slytherin of you Mr. Potter. I approve. Is there anything else, Mr. Potter?”
“Actually, sir, there is one more thing I needed to discuss with you. How has Tommy been treating Bella’s disappearance?”
“Interesting question Mr. Potter. The Dark Lord,” Snape swallows slightly at the baneful glare from Harry, “is quite disturbed by her sudden disappearance. While not frantic per se, he’s certainly been expending more of his resources then reasonable to ascertain what happened to her.”
The jaded potions master shivers as something very cold slides down his spine at the teen’s malicious expression.
“Ok gentleman, let me run this thought by you and see if you approve. As you well know, I got the spell to bind these lovely ladies from Wormtail. If you go to the Dark Wanker and tell him a story about how you came to me during the summer and apologized to me for all the crap you’ve put me through and me, being a naive idiot, believed you; you asked about what happened when I was captured and I spilled my guts out.”
Professor Dumbledore is looking at Harry very intently. “You do realize what this could mean, Harry?”
“Yes sir, I’d like to think I do. If it works, then our spy gets integrated even further into Tom’s inner circle, while a traitor gets disgraced, and maybe even killed by the creature to whom he betrayed my parents to. On the other hand, if this doesn’t work, then Tom will know that his plans are going according to plan and Snape, erm, Professor Snape can claim that he was just fulfilling Tom’s orders. He might be punished, but probably not to badly.”
Albus looks at Harry in wonderment. “You realize that if you succeed as much as is possible, you’re condemning a man to death?”
Harry’s eyes are hard as steel as he meets his mentor’s gaze. “Yes sir, I do. I also realize that if I ever get the chance I will most likely kill the worthless bastard myself.”
Albus recoils at the raw hatred in the young man’s voice.
Snape speaks up. “Mr. Potter, I appreciate your guile and I wholly support your plan.”
“Actually sir, Cissa and Bella came up with most of this; I’m merely presenting the idea to you.”
Albus clears his throat. “Well, regardless of the plan’s origin, since Severus is willing to risk the consequences of the plans failure, I can but offer my support and hope for the best.”
“Thank you sir. Now on to my business with you, if that’s acceptable?”
“Of course my boy, do you wish Severus to leave?”
“That’s entirely at his discretion sir; I needed to talk about rooming arrangements for the coming year for myself and the ladies.”
Snape says, “Actually, I’d like a chance to ponder how I want to break the news of Wormtail’s betrayal to the Dark Lord.”
Harry snorts. “Good luck sir. I hope this doesn’t get you injured.”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. For now though, good day.” Snape stands and seemly floats from the room.
Harry shakes his head, “Sir, I’ve been doing some reading on the curse I used, and my ‘thralls,’ as the book so often refers to them, have to spend a good deal of time in contact with me. Including,” Harry blushes, “intercourse periodically. I’m hoping that some other accommodations could be found rather than the normal dormitories.”
The meddling old man smiles. “Actually Harry, I was anticipating that question and I have an answer ready for you. You and your thralls, very fitting word for the situation, are allowed you own suite of rooms. This is something no one, not even the Board of Governors can deny. There’s a proviso for the Servus Secus in the original Hogwarts charter. Admittedly, the clause hasn’t been invoked in almost a millennium; it’s still there and still viable. Is there anything else?”
“Not that I can think of sir, at least not at this point.”
“Very well then.” He waves his arm and a pot of tea with full service appears on his desk. “Cornelius should be here shortly, so we can relax until then.”
Bella move around to serve the two and they make small talk for the next five minutes or so until the door open and Fudge walks in.
With a nervous smile, the slightly balding man greets the pair.
Dumbledore rises to meet the Minister of Magic while Harry remains seated.
“Ah Cornelius, right on time, as expected.”
“Hello Dumbledore. I’m curious as to the reasons for this summons.”
“Actually, Mr. Potter here requested this meeting.”
The man finally sees Harry in the chair and blushes at the mild insult. “Ah, Mr. Potter, what can I do for you?”
Harry waves his hand at a chair, “Have a seat, minister.”
Very nervously, the man takes the seat recently vacated by Snape. “Now, how may I help you?”
“Minister, I’m not very good at word games, so if it’s acceptable to you, I’ll speak directly to the point.” Fudge nods his agreement and Harry continues. “Very good sir. I have two demands of you. The first is special dispensation to learn how to Apparate early and the second is that Nymphadora Tonks,” Harry winces slightly as the witch in question gently slaps the back of his head, “be assigned to me on a permanent basis as a bodyguard. In exchange for these favors, I’m willing to release a statement to the Daily Prophet in support of you remaining in office; I’ll warn you, it won’t be a glowing endorsement, but it will be an endorsement.”
Cornelius pales at Harry’s final statement, but nod his head. “Very well Mr. Potter, I appreciate your candor and I will speak to Madam Bones as soon as I return to the Ministry to have your demands complied with. However, I must ask, what must I do to earn that ‘glowing endorsement’ as you put it?”
“Sir, as yet, I’m unsure. I’d suggest you start by prosecuting the war in a timely and competent fashion. If I might make a suggestion sir, if you don’t believe that you would be able to lead the war planning competently, you might think on appointing someone to the task. With a little effort, you should be able to turn such an effort into a Public Relations victory, ‘Honest Minister Appoints New War Minister’ or something along those lines.”
The Minister looks far away for a moment, “Yes that might work; thank you Mr. Potter. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I have some work to get done.” He quickly makes his way out of the room.
Albus says, “Harry, you do realize that this might not turn out as well as expected?”
“Of course I do sir, but I don’t see as I have much choice in the matter. Now, is there anything else sir?”
“Actually, yes, there is one more matter. Do you remember the oath Ms. Granger made at the meeting?”
“Indeed I do sir, what of it?”
“Well, Ms. Granger is currently in the hospital wing with an unknown malady, and I believe a visit from you might be helpful.”
Harry’s on his feet in an instant, “Very well sir. Let’s get going.”
The group quickly makes its way down to the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfry greets the group, “Headmaster, I’m so glad to see you; I’m at my wits end!”
Harry tones the woman out as he sees Hermione laying on one of the beds.
The bushy-haired witch starts to stir as Harry approaches. She looks like death warmed over as Harry reaches her bedside.
Harry gently takes her hand, which is strangely cool, and she suddenly comes too.
“H… H… Harry? When did you get here?”
“‘Mione you’re in the hospital wing at school.”
“How’d I get here?”
Pomfry suddenly appears at her side. “You passed out while at home.”
“What happened?”
“That’s what I’m about to find out. Mr. Potter, would you mind excusing us?”
“Not at all ma’am.” As soon as Harry lets go of Hermione’s hand, and starts to walk away, however, she starts to get woozy again.
Hermione calls out, “Harry get back here.”
Despite the glare he gets from Pomfry, Harry goes back to her bed and takes her hand once more.
The mediwitch mutters, “Odd, very odd.”
Harry continues to hold Hermione’s hand throughout the physical until Madam Pomfry says, “Well, this is the strangest situation I’ve ever come across. She was on the brink of death just before you came in, Mr. Potter, but since your arrival, she’s gotten progressively stronger. I’ve no idea how to explain it.”
Albus speaks up, “I might have an explanation. Several days ago, Ms. Granger made a witches oath not to leave Harry. I’m beginning to suspect that this was the Oath’s attempt to force compliance.”
Harry says, “Do you mean sir…”
“Yes I do, Ms. Granger is now as bound to you as the ladies Black.”
Harry’s so wrapped up in his concern for Hermione, he misses the slight cue, but Tonks isn’t and blushes slightly.
Harry looks at Hermione, “Well, how do you want to work this?”
“It looks like I’m going to have to move in with you. I suppose we should go and meet my parents; at the very least so they can meet the man I’m bound to and so I can get my things.”
“Alright ‘Mione, we’ll take care of that as soon as Madam Pomfry gives you a clean bill of health.”
“She cleared as of this moment, Mr. Potter. Given what we believe to be the cause of her malady, I’d recommend spending as much time with each other as is possible along with as much physical contact as is possible, at least for the time being. I’d like to do another check up in a few days if possible.”
Harry says, “Unless there’s a critical emergency, we’ll be here in three days.”
Hermione says, “Hey, don’t I get a say in this?”
Harry simply glares at her for a moment before she blushes and nods her head, “We’ll be here in three days.”
Dumbledore says, “Very well, now that that is taken care of, I suppose you had best be about your business. I’ll notify Remus that you’ll need an escort.”
Hermione slowly gets to her feet, which are surprisingly stable. “I appreciate it sir, but I’d rather not subject them to more surprises than needed. As I understand it, we’ll have three fully trained witches with us, all who have a vested interest in maintaining the health, physical safety and wellbeing of one Harry James Potter.”
“You make a valid point Ms. Granger; it will be as you desire. Now there’s one last note before you go about your task. My office door is to be open to you two at any time during the coming year; as such, I’ve established a special password just for you two; ‘dancing dementors’ is the password.”
Everyone in the room give him a strange look before Harry says, “Ah, thank you sir. I suppose we should be on our way.”
As the group makes its way out of the castle, everyone is shaking their head, wondering if the aging headmaster had finally lost his last marble.

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How I Got Jennifer Lawrence Pregnant

A short bit for 4chan’s /tv/ board about how I impregnate Jlaw and then fuck her while she’s pregnant. I took ideas from the audience, like on Whose Line is it Anyway, and then jacked off while I wrote it, unlike Whose Line is it Anyway. Enjoy.

Avatar : The Legend of Korra and the Immortal Avatar

I’m not sure whetere or not I should continue this story due to it not being particularly suited to this type of website and I will leave it to the readers as to bth continue it and eventually add a sex scene between Korra and Raiden or not. This is the order time if have written something that has been posted for ratings and criticism. Any Tips on how to improve would be appreciated

Dirty Movies: Country Music Stars (with Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, Shania Twain, and Jewel)

There are three kinds of secrets in Hollywood: the kind that the tabloids and the media know about, the kind that directors, producers, and agents know about, and the kind that only the celebrities themselves know about. Dirty Movies is one of the third kind. Spreading only through word of mouth from actress to actress, starlet to starlet, Dirty Movies is a production company founded solely for one reason: so that the gorgeous young ladies who graced screens and made hit singles could act out their nastiest, raunchiest sexual fantasies on film for their own private collections, to be shared only on the drunkest of nights with others also “in the know”. No one quite knows the full story of how Dirty Movies came into being, nor how their logistics works in terms of fulfilling every one of their client’s personal fantasies, but they manage to provide for everyone, and no one has ever been disappointed by their service.
Today, Dirty Movies takes a look at the country music industry, and how some of its veteran performers treat the young upstarts in the business…
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Somewhere in the remote countryside lies a privately owned farmstead that spans out about 200 acres and is surrounded by sturdy fencing. The vast stretch of green is broken only by a wide dirt path that turns off from the interstate a few miles away and serves as the only way in and out of the farmstead.
A blue pickup truck drives up the dirt road, bouncing on the rough, worn ground as it passes through the gate onto the property. The truck bed is covered by a large tarp, concealing its contents. The driver honks once as it passes by, and the person sitting in the passenger seat waves briefly.
The truck continues on towards a large two-story farmhouse, which looks very modern and well kept. Nearby the farmhouse is a horse stable, with an enclosed area of ground in front of it to serve as a pen.
Pulling to a halt in front of the house, the driver parks it and shuts the engine off. The driver’s side door opens, and she steps out.
“Shania Twain.”
The Canadian country star looks over and smiles, shutting the truck door behind her. She’s dressed in a short-sleeved plaid shirt with the two top and bottom buttons undone (leaving only one strained button to contain her large tits), tight form-fitting blue jeans that hug her hips and ass, and brown leather boots.
“Hot enough for you?” she asks in greeting.
“Looks like it.”
“I was talking about the weather,” Shania corrects, though with an impish sparkle in her eyes.
“So was I.”
She laughs, her long brown hair blowing slightly in the breeze.
The passenger door opens and shuts after a moment, and footsteps in the dirt are heard as someone comes around the front end of the truck. “Hello!” Jewel’s greeting is as bright as her smile, the blonde folk and country singer dressed in a powder blue tank top (and clearly not wearing a bra, as her nipples poke through the fabric), cut-off denim shorts and black leather boots that come up to mid-calf.
“Nice to meet you, Jewel.”
“Same here!” Jewel responds gaily. “I’ve heard a lot about you and your…productions.”
“From Ms. Twain here, I take it.”
The two women exchange a sly glance and laugh. “Let’s just say she was there to help me get…comfortable with the idea.” Jewel says coyly
“There were others involved,” Shania adds. “Men…and women.”
“And toys.”
“And ice cream.”
“And handcuffs.”
“And a whip.”
“Okay, I get the picture.” Both women crack up. “So I’m guessing you two are ready to get started.”
“You think?” Jewel replies with a little laugh, her hands coming up to cup her own sizable breasts, jiggling them a bit.
“What do you say, Shania?”
In response, the brunette MILF pulls her shirt open, openly flashing her tits with a sunny grin.
“Let’s do this, then.” The two women walk over to the truck bed, where something shifts and moves underneath the tarp. “I have to say, I’m surprised you got the two of them to do this.”
“Actually, both of them pretty much agreed on the spot when they found out the other would be involved,” Shania says, undoing the knots of rope holding the tarp down. The hardest part was getting them here like this.”
So saying, she and Jewel pull off the tarp to reveal Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood, both stark naked and on all fours, their bodies covered with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat underneath the tarp. The girls have ball gags in their mouths and collars around their necks, and two butt plugs stick out of their asses.
Both blondes blink at the sudden brightness and Carrie starts getting to her feet. “No!” Jewel says sharply, reaching over and giving her a smack on the ass. Carrie lets out a muffled yelp and withdraws back on her hands and knees. “Bad Carrie! No getting up unless we say!” Making a noise of apology, Carrie bows her head slightly in submission, while Taylor stares straight ahead, waiting patiently.
Shania fiddles with the back panel of the truck bed, unlatching one side before unfolding and extending it, creating a small ramp to the ground. Reaching into the truck bed, she pulls out two leashes and attaches one to each girl’s collar.
“Come on, Taylor,” Shania says, tugging on her leash, and the 22-year-old crawls forward and down the ramp onto the dirt. “That’s a good girl,” Shania coos, crouching down beside her and reaching under to grope Taylor’s right breast. Taylor sighs in pleasure at the touch, her eyes fluttering.
“Let’s go, Carrie,” Jewel orders, and Carrie starts moving forward slowly. “C’mon, faster.” Still Carrie continues to take her time, now starting to come down the ramp. “Move your ass!” Jewel snaps, yanking on Carrie’s leash. This causes her to lose her balance and Carrie tumbles down the rest of the way, landing on her back in the dirt.
“Now look what you’ve done to yourself!” Jewel scolds, squatting down beside Carrie. The younger blonde’s hair is mussed, her body is streaked with dirt, and she looks slightly dazed from her fall. “You’ve gotten yourself all dirty!” Jewel begins slapping at Carrie’s body, paying special attention to her tits as she tries “brushing” the dirt off of her. Carrie squirms under Jewel’s rough administrations, her body tingling from the stinging smacks she’s getting.
“Looks like she’s gonna need a bath,” Shania comments, now massaging both of Taylor’s tits in her hands. Taylor’s moans are muffled through the ball gag, her back arching downward slightly.
“Guess so,” Jewel agrees. “You hear that, pretty bitch? We’re gonna give you a bath ‘cause you got soooo dirty.” With that she raises her hand and delivers a sharp slap onto Carrie’s clit, eliciting a squeal as Carrie instinctively tries to curl her legs up and over in an attempt to shield herself. “Nuh-uh, no one said you could do that.” Jewel grabs her legs and pulls them down again, spreading them open. Carrie lets out a muffled whimper, a look of trepidation on her face.
“Relax,” Jewel says in a soothing tone. “I’m not gonna do anything bad.” She leans down and gives Carrie’s pussy a long, slow lick. The anxiety on her face changes to a look of delight as Jewel continues to eat her cunt, licking up and down her labia while occasionally dipping her tongue into her slick inner folds. Wiggling her hips, Carrie closes her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of her approaching climax. Almost there…almost…
Moments before she’s about to cum, Jewel’s tongue ceases its heavenly administrations, and Carrie makes a plaintive noise, her eyes still closed, her head lost in a fog of arousal. Jewel’s voice cuts through suddenly. “Time for your bath, Carrie.”
Carrie’s eyes pop open just in time to see Jewel standing over her, a devilish grin on her face as she aims the shiny nozzle of a hose at her and squeezes the pump. A jet of shockingly cold water hits her body, and Carrie shrieks through the gag, reacting as though she’s being electrocuted. As the cold water hoses over her Carrie rolls over onto her hands and knees and attempts to crawl away quickly to avoid the spray.
“No! Bad Carrie! Stay!” Jewel shouts, keeping the hose on her as Carrie continues trying to escape. “Taylor!”
Carrie suddenly finds herself in a half-tackle, the 22-year-old throwing her naked body against her own, and both of them topple over onto the ground. Taylor locks both of Carrie’s wrists behind her back in a tight grip and hauls her up onto her knees, arching her back so Carrie’s tits are thrust out.
Seeing the perfect target, Jewel adjusts her aim of the hose, and Carrie cries out again, struggling vainly as the cold water sluices over her tits and stomach, running down her legs and dripping from her clit onto the ground. Taylor nuzzles the back of her neck, keeping Carrie in place by her hands.
Then Taylor begins squealing as well as a second blast of chilly water hits her in the back, this one directed by Shania, who has removed her top completely and unbuttoned the front of her jeans, showing off the top of her pubic mound as she hoses Taylor down from behind. Unthinkingly, Taylor releases Carrie and twists around, trying to shield herself from Shania’s ambush.
Seizing the moment, Carrie lunges at Taylor and the two wrestle in the dirt, curses and squeals exchanged between them. The ground beneath them is quickly becoming mud and sticking to their soaked bodies. Shania and Jewel keep their hoses on them, spraying both of them liberally.
“Look at these bitches,” Jewel says, her voice throaty with lust. One of her hands holds the hose steady while the other digs in her shorts, fingering her steaming twat. “These cunts are Grammy winners, for fuck’s sake—and now they’re tangling in the mud like animals.”
“It’s fucking sexy,” Shania agrees. “What do you say we up the ante?”
“Let’s,” Jewel nods, and both women shut off the hoses. They strip off the rest of their clothing and walk over to the two mud-covered girls, who continue struggling with each other obliviously. Carrie straddles Taylor’s stomach, squeezing the 22-year-old’s tits in her hands, while the squirming younger blonde yanks on Carrie’s hair with one hand and spanks her ass hard with the other. Shania and Jewel grab the girls by their collars and separate them, dragging their twats and asses through the mud in doing so.
“Stop it!” Shania orders loudly, and the two girls comply instantly, staring daggers at each other. She undoes Taylor’s gag and pulls it out of her mouth, while Jewel does the same for Carrie. “You’re completely filthy, the both of you. What do you two have to say for yourselves?”
“I’m sorry.” Taylor says, her eyes cast downward in deference.
“Me too,” Carrie chimes in, responding similarly.
“Good,” Shania nods. “Now how do you think you should be punished?”
The girls’ eyes widen, and immediately two different voices of protest fill the air.
“Don’t punish me! Punish her! She’s the one who started it!”
“Did not! You’re the one who tackled me!”
“YOU tackled me FIRST, you bitch!”
“Who’re you calling a bitch, you skank?”
“Skank?! Why, I oughtta—!”
“Enough!” Shania cuts in forcefully. “I don’t care who started it, but WE—” She gestures to Jewel and herself, a wickedly perverse gleam in her eye. “—are going to finish it.”
With that, the two women lead the muddy girls on all fours into the horse pen, where a long trough sits by the fence. Two steel faucets frame one side of the trough, their pipes stemming from the ground. Shania and Jewel position each girl in front of one faucet, looping the girls’ leashes around a fencepost so that their upper bodies hang over the trough.
“You two are going to clean yourselves,” Shania says, reaching into the trough and pulling out two large sponges. She hands one to each girl. “Jewel and I have plans for you filthy pigs, so you need to look decent.”
“I think I can help with that,” Jewel chimes in, bending over the trough as she reaches for something behind it. Carrie and Taylor’s mouths drop open as Jewel reveals two large black strap-ons, their shafts bulbous and veiny. Jewel gives one to Shania and the two women put them on.
“We’re going to fuck your tight asses with these cocks,” she continues, a little growl of lust in her throat as she strokes her strap-on with one hand. “Think of it as an incentive and a punishment. Whoever gets clean last has to suck the ass juices off of both these shafts.”
Before either girl can say anything, Shania and Jewel reach down and yank out their butt plugs, causing them to yelp. The two MILFs raise the soiled sex toys to their lips and start cleaning them off, getting a good taste of one of the girls’ assholes before trading off for the other.
“Mmm,” Shania murmurs, savoring the taste on her tongue. “I hope Taylor wins, her ass tastes fucking incredible.”
“I don’t think so,” Jewel replies, licking one of the butt plugs like a lollipop. “Carrie’s ass has a better flavor, almost like a spicy zest to it.”
Both women share a laugh as they position themselves behind the girls, with Jewel behind Carrie and Shania behind Taylor. Squatting slightly to place the tips of their strap-on dildos against the girls’ assholes, which gape open slightly from the butt plugs. The two women glance at each other and, with a grin and an unspoken prompt, lunge forward to sink in the thick plastic shafts into Taylor and Carrie’s bowels. The two young blondes let out identical shrieks as their assholes are speared, and Shania and Jewel clasp their muddy hips and start sodomizing them energetically.
“Wash yourselves, whores!” Shania barks. Taylor and Carrie comply immediately, turning the faucets on and soaking their sponges in water before beginning to scrub the mud from their bodies. The feeling of the fake cocks pistoning in and out of their assholes sends hot waves of pleasure through them, and they moan as their cunts throb with arousal.
“Guess I was wrong,” Jewel pants, her big tits heaving and jiggling as she pounds rhythmically into Carrie. “These bitches don’t have tight asses at all. Look, she’s taking most of my dick in her shithole after only a minute.”
“Taylor is, too,” Shania grunts, sweat dripping from her body. “It feels like she’s taken a lot of cock up here before.” She gives Taylor a slap on the ass for emphasis. “Is that true, slut? You’re just a little anal whore under all that innocence, right?”
“Ye-yes,” Taylor manages to reply, teeth chattering slightly as she washes mud off her tits. The water from the faucet is as cold as it was from the hose, and her nipples stand up hard against the soft, soaking sponge. “I-I’m a bu-buttfucking bitch. A total whore for cocks up my-up my ass.”
“Who fucks you?” Shania asks, moving one of her hands down to push two fingers into the 22-year-old’s cunt. “Who gets to climb inside this sexy ass of yours? Your band?”
“My band,” Taylor gasps, her arousal building. “My manager, the record company people, the recording studio guys—I let them all fuck my ass raw.”
“And how does it feel?” Shania continues, her voice getting lower as she continues pumping Taylor’s cunt and ass simultaneously. “How does it feel, knowing that all these people use your ass to stick their cocks and fingers and God knows what else? Knowing that all your hundreds of fans who come to see you live on stage can see your ass—but none of them know what a dirty little butt slut you are.”
Taylor moans, her head spinning. Over half her body is still covered in mud, and she tries to keep focused on cleaning it off, but Shania’s rampant fucking of her holes and wild dirty talk spur on her approaching climax. Next to her, Carrie can see the younger blonde’s predicament and uses it to her advantage, trying to get clean as fast as she can. Behind her Jewel continues to pound and out of her ass, but not quite as forcefully as before, her attention more focused on Taylor’s predicament. Carrie’s cunt throbs with the approach of her own climax, but being more experienced she holds back from giving into it. Scrubbing the last of the mud off her front, she ducks her head under the stream of cold water, running her fingers through her blonde locks to clean them out.
“What if they did know?” Shania purrs, now using her other hand to grope Taylor’s tits. “What if all your precious fans knew you’d give your asshole to them if they asked? What if they showed you, right in the middle of performing, a bunch of them lining up and fucking your shithole numb in front of everybody? Maybe you could write a song about it. It could be your next Grammy winner: ‘Sodomizing Swifty.’ What do you think of that, huh? What do you think of that, you SLUT?”
As she says this she gives the 22-year-old’s clit a pull while twisting her nipple at the same time. Taylor’s response is an inarticulate scream of pleasure, the sponge dropping onto the ground forgotten as her orgasm slams into her with the force of a hurricane. Her body quakes, her back arching and undulating with her breath coming in hitched gasps for air as Taylor loses herself in an overwhelming climax. Her hands scrabble in the dirt uncontrollably as she feels her cunt spasm and spurt out its juices on the ground below her. Seeing this, Carrie soaks her own sponge in the water once more and hastily scrubs mud from her legs, cleaning off the remainder of her body.
Finally, Taylor’s orgasm gradually winds down, and she regains her senses just in time to see Carrie finishing up. “Oh…oh, no!” she cries out, the extremely satisfied expression on her face changing to dismay.
“I did it!” Carrie shouts in triumph, throwing her sodden, filthy sponge back into the trough, which is more than half full of muddy water.
“You certainly did, slut,” Jewel says, pulling her strap-on out of the blonde’s ass with a wet pop and giving it one final slap for emphasis. Carrie breathes a sigh of relief as the older singer goes to stand in front of Taylor, whose body is still covered in mud from the waist down. Shania pulls out of her ass and moves around also, the two dominant MILFs pointing their soiled strap-ons at Taylor’s lips. “Now clean us off, bitch!” Jewel commands her.
Taylor looks from one to the other, her eyes pleading. “But I…I–”
“You knew the rules,” Shania says firmly. “You still look like a pig that’s been wallowing in his sty, so you might as well act like one. Now suck off these ass-flavored cocks!”
Seeing no other option, Taylor opens her mouth and Shania thrusts her hips forward, pushing her plastic shaft as far as it can go. The full flavor of her own bowels overtakes the 22-year-old’s taste buds, but she continues to clean it off as best as she can. Taylor had done ass-to-mouth before plenty of times, but it seemed like Shania had gone deeper into her asshole than anyone else had before.
“Look at me, Tay,” Shania says softly, one handing gently cupping her cheek. Taylor looks up, her hazel eyes expressing a look of obedience that is somehow both innocent and lustful at the same time. “You look so beautiful right now,” Shania tells her. “Right here, on your knees sucking a fat cock—you’ve never looked more amazing.”
Her loving words make Taylor blush slightly, and her oral administrations slow down, becoming a little more sensual as she cleans off the underside of the strap-on by licking it up and down with her tongue, never breaking eye contact with the brunette singer.
The tender moment is broken by Jewel, who practically pulls Shania’s fake cock from Taylor’s mouth. “Enough of the sappy shit,” she snaps. “It’s my turn now.” She takes Shania’s place and shoves her own filthy strap-on into Taylor’s mouth, pushing it all the way towards her throat. Grasping the younger blonde’s head in her hands, she starts pumping her hips back and forth, essentially skull-fucking Taylor. The taste of Carrie’s ass is totally different from her own and, combined with the repeated attempts of invasion into her gullet by Jewel, causes Taylor to choke and gag, long streamers of spit running across the fake shaft and out past her lips down her chin.
“You know what’s really beautiful?” Jewel says in a half-snarl. “Mouth-fucking your pretty little face, just like this. You let all those fuckers use your ass as a cum dump? I bet your mouth is just a cock rag to them, something to clean their dicks with after tearing your shithole apart.”
“How many dykes have you had up there, hmm?” she continues. “I saw the way you came from Shania’s ass pounding, it looked like you were having a fucking seizure. Do you like being fucked by bitches more, is that it? Are you just a big lezzie slut under all that cock you take? Answer me!” Taylor’s only responses are wet sucking gasps and gags as Jewel continues pumping at her throat.
“Yeah, choke that queer cunt with your cock!” Carrie yells out, sitting back on her haunches, her fingers sliding in and out of her twat as she watches.
Her outburst proves to be a mistake, as Shania rounds on her, all tenderness gone from her face and voice. “Did we say you could talk? AND you’re fingering yourself without our permission? Bad, naughty Carrie!” She grabs Carrie’s wet hair and yanks the squealing blonde forward until her head is over the trough. Shania squats down beside her and uses three fingers to shove up Carrie’s ass, which is still gaping open from her assfucking. As Carrie reacts to the anal invasion Shania dunks her head into the muddy water.
“You don’t talk until we tell you!” Shania says in a loud voice, roughly thrusting her fingers in and out of Carrie’s ass. Arms flailing, Carrie tries to pull her head out of the cold dirty water, but Shania holds her firmly in place, continuing to speak over the sounds of gurgling and splashing. “You don’t move until we tell you! You don’t cum until we MAKE you, and when you do you thank us for the privilege! Is that understood?”
Shania pulls Carrie’s head out of the trough. The blonde singer is soaking with filthy water from her neck up, with much of it matting her hair to her scalp and more of it running down her body. Spitting out water and gasping, Carrie manages to utter “Wha-what—?”
Making a ‘tsk’ noise, Shania dunks her back in, now adding a fourth finger to Carrie’s ass. “I said, is that understood?”
Pulling Carrie out again, the drenched singer’s mind is torn from both the cold water soaking her head and the boiling heat of her oncoming orgasm, which can no longer hold back. “Please, Shania, I…I—”
Her words are cut off as Shania submerges her head a third time, the brunette’s fingers pistoning in and out of Carrie’s ass. Shania curls her thumb inwards, trying to get it inside as well. “Is. That. Under. Stood.” She punctuates each word with a hard thrust of her fingers before pulling Carrie’s head up.
“Yes! Yes, I understand! I’m sorry!” Carrie shouts, desperate lust tinging her voice.
“Good.” With that Shania draws her fingers almost all the way out of her ass before ramming them back in one final time, this time adding her thumb so she fists Carrie’s ass. Carrie arches her back, her tits thrusting outwards as she shrieks out the climax ripping through her system. Her body jerks and shudders, her asshole clenching tight around Shania’s fingers, and her cunt lets loose with a spray of juice that covers the ground in front of her. Shania continues to push her fingers forward, driving Carrie’s orgasmic state even higher as she can feel the digits pushing against the inner walls of her bowels and making her cunt spasm.
Slowly Carrie returns to Earth, her body relaxing, and Shania pulls her fingers free of the blonde’s ass and sucks them clean. “Th-thank you, Mistress,” Carrie says, sweating and out of breath. This causes Shania to laugh. “‘Shania’ is fine, but I like the way you think,” she replies.
She looks over to Jewel, who has discarded her strap-on and made Taylor lie on her back on the ground before sitting on the 22-year-old’s face, her asshole directly on top of he younger blonde’s mouth. Jewel plays with Taylor’s tits lazily, a relaxed smile on her face as she feels Taylor’s tongue lapping at her anal ring, with shivers of pleasure coursing through her as it slips into her body.
“How does she feel?” Shania asks with a knowing grin.
“Fucking amazing,” Jewel replies. “Her tongue is incredible, it’s getting in deeper than I thought. Part of me just wants to take her home and use her mouth like this all the time: watching TV, recording in the studio, eating dinner…hell, maybe even for taking a dump.” This draws a muffled noise from Taylor, and Jewel laughs. “I guess she doesn’t like that idea.”
“I think these two have been good little fuck-pets,” Shania says, rubbing Carrie’s back gently as Carrie continues to recover from her intense climax. Her asshole feels like its been split wide open (which it has, still gaping from the fist she took) and briefly she wonders if it’ll ever close back up. “What do you say we treat them to something?”
“What did you have in mind?”
Shania nods her head towards the horse stable. “In there. I’ve got…a few things for these two sluts.”
Somewhat reluctantly, Jewel raises herself off of Taylor’s mouth and stands up, as does Shania. Taking the leashes, the two MILFs lead Taylor and Carrie to the horse stable, the girls’ hearts beating fast with nervousness and anticipation as to what could be in store for them.
Inside the stable are eight men sitting around on stools or on the straw-covered floor, all of them naked and with thick, hard cocks between their legs. They stand as the Shania and Jewel enter, leading the two fuck-pets. Shania and Jewel detach the leashes. “All right, guys, we’ve got two prime pieces of ass to stick your dickmeats into,” Shania says to the men. “Have fun with them—and make sure they cum with your cocks in one of their holes.”
She and Jewel step back as the men surround the girls, crouching down and groping their tits and cunts. One of them gets his cock in Carrie’s mouth and she begins sucking on it, her tongue lapping the veiny underside of his shaft. Another man kneels behind her and starts tonguing her ass, licking up and down her crack before digging into her bunghole. The wet tongue sliding up her abused backside feels good, and Carrie arches her back downward instinctively, sticking her ass out further to get the guy’s tongue in deeper.
Next to her Taylor is sucking on two cocks, alternating between each one as both men try to get their dicks as deep in her mouth as they can. A third man is getting jerked off expertly with both hands while a fourth kneels behind her and positions his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He fucks in slowly, relishing the sensation. “Goddamn, her pussy’s tight!” he says. “Her asshole may be a fucking train wreck from all the dick she’s taken up it, but her cunt’s wrapping around my cock like a glove!”
Taylor moans in delight at the feeling of her pussy getting pumped with steely cock, the guy fucking deeper into her body with each thrust. Though she wasn’t a virgin by any means she normally didn’t take many men up her quim, in the hopes that it would retain much of its snugness on the occasions when it was filled, thus add to the pleasurable sensations she’d get. This was much better than having a loose-lipped, worn-out cunt that would have required baseball bats to get off. Taylor can feel her arousal building, her clit throbbing for release as the guy fucks her at a steady pace.
Meanwhile the man Carrie has been blowing changes positions, now lying on his back on the ground. Carrie straddles his hips and poises her twat over his cock, sinking down upon it with a look of bliss. He reaches up and plays with her tits, rolling her nipples with his thumbs as she starts riding him, bouncing up and down his cock. Two guys stand near her head, one on either side of her, and she leans over to take one cock in her mouth, her hands stroking the other’s shaft and cupping his balls.
Shania and Jewel sit back on their stools and watch the show intently, both women fingering themselves. Jewel is leaking a steady stream of cunt juice over her fingers, and they make a wet, sloppy noise as she pulls them out of her gash. Absently sticking them in her mouth and sucking on them for a minute, she says to her companion. “Damn, this is hot.”
Shania nods mutely, watching as the guy cunt-fucking Taylor pulls out with a audible pop and thrusts into her ass in the same motion. Pumping in and out for a few moments he withdraws and replaces his cock back in Taylor’s cunt, fucking it again for a bit before starting the cycle over.
“Think we should join in?” she asks.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jewel replies with a smile. She stands up and walks over to the small group surrounding Taylor. Choosing the man not being orally or anally serviced by the 22-year-old, she places her hand on his shoulder and turns him around, leaning in to kiss him passionately. The two of them make out heavily for a minute, his hands cupping her ass while hers jack his dick. Breaking the kiss with a hungry look in her eyes, Jewel makes him back up against the wall, her hands still wrapped around his shaft. Removing her hands to place on the wall for balance she raises her leg in the air, spreading her pussy lips open as she does so, and he holds it up with one hand without prompt. Raising her hips slightly up, Jewel positions her soaking cunt at the tip of his cock before moving forward and letting the first few inches slide into her body. The man gets his other arm around her waist and pulls her down even further onto his dick, and both of them moan in pleasure.
Now securely mounted on his cock, she releases the wall and holds onto his neck. He does the rest, letting go of her leg to wrap both around her waist to lift and lower her up and down his shaft. Jewel starts kissing him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth eagerly, her body held off the ground only by his strong arms and his manhood.
Shania, meanwhile, lies down on the ground with legs spread wide. The man not currently getting pleasured by Carrie kneels between them and spears the woman’s cunt with one push. He fucks her in earnest, her experienced twat taking him deep within a few minutes, and soon his balls are slapping against her labia.
Taylor’s sodomizer buries himself in her ass and grips her by the waist, with the blonde singer squealing as he pulls her over and on top of him as he lies back on the ground. Her legs are wide open, showing off her glistening twat and her well-used asshole alternatively engulfing and disgorging the thick shaft. One of the men she’d been blowing sees his opportunity and moves in, getting between her legs and placing his cock at her labia before pushing in steadily. Although Taylor has done double penetration before (and only a few times at that) the sight of two cocks invading both of her holes combined with feeling both shafts through the thin membrane separating them always sends her mind into overdrive.
“Oh fuck—FUCK!” she screams as her climax touches down with the force of a bomb. Her skin flushes red, her toes curl, and her body shakes as her orgasm rips through her. Both her asshole and cunt spasm and clench around the organs pumping into them, sending bolts of pleasure through the men. The man in her ass holds back his own climax for dear life, not wanting to come just yet. The other man can’t help it; her twat practically grips his cock so he can’t move, and seeing the pretty, innocent-looking teenage superstar act like a total whore and cumming from his dick drives him over the edge also.
“Aahhh, Jesus!” he moans, his heart pounding in his ears as he feels his load of hot semen boil over from his balls and blast through his shaft into Taylor’s warm, welcoming cunt. The spurts are fitful, but each one feels like he’s shooting a bucketful of jism into her.
Carrie has bent forward, taking another cock up her ass to fuck alongside the one in her cunt in a double penetration of her own. She goes one step further than Taylor, however, greedily sucking on a third cock in her mouth, her squeals of pleasure muffled around the meat. After a few minutes the men in her ass and mouth switch ends, and Carrie eagerly takes the ass-flavored dick on her tongue, swirling it around the shaft before capturing it between her lips.
The man Taylor’s blowing pulls his dick from her mouth, the spit-soaked shaft slapping wetly on her cheek and leaving a trail of saliva. He moves away from Taylor to Jewel, standing behind her as she continues to get her cunt fucked. The man plunging in and out of her cunt pauses, holding her steady as the second man eases his cock into Jewel’s asshole. “Ohhhh, shit, that’s so good,” Jewel moans, her eyes closed and her expression one of ecstasy as she feels her colon expanding around the thick meat digging into her body. “Your cock is sliding in so easily—it must be fucking drenched from being in that bitch’s mouth.” The two men start fucking her holes in unison, both thick shafts sliding into her holes at the same time, and within minutes Jewel throws her head back and wails as her orgasm overtakes her, and her body quakes between the two men. The man fucking her cunt suckles on her large tits, increasing her pleasure.
Having milked the last drops of semen into her willing pussy, the guy withdraws from Taylor’s cunt and moves away to sit back on the floor, catching his breath. This allows Taylor’s sodomizer to increase his pace, and he does so, grasping her by her inner thighs and pulling her onto his cock while raising his hips at the same time. Taylor’s assfuck becomes wild and frenetic as the man’s cock bottoms out in her experienced shit-chute, his balls slapping loudly against her stretched anal ring. The 22-year-old’s whole body shakes with the jackhammer-like thrusting and she is screaming herself hoarse as the constant ass-pounding sets off an endless string of orgasms, with cunt juice squirting liberally from her twat.
It isn’t long before he reaches climax, and he pulls Taylor down on his cock and holds her there, his ass lifted up off the ground as he wordlessly shouts out his orgasm, his cock spewing semen deep into Taylor’s ass. His hips jerk upward for a few moments, as though the intensity of his orgasm threatens to pull him bodily into Taylor’s sperm-laden bowels before, finally, it reaches its conclusion and he collapses back down onto the floor, with Taylor lying on top of him. Both of them are sweaty and panting from exhaustion, with matching expressions of dazed satisfaction.
Carrie feels the cock in her mouth start twitching and pulsing as the man groans, his breath quickening. Sensing his climax, she backs off on his dick until only the head remains past her lips before sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing a bit with the effort as she flicks the tip of her tongue up and down his piss-slit.
All the blood drains from the man’s face, and he grits his teeth, making guttural noises from his throat as his cum rockets up from his balls, through his shaft, and into Carrie’s waiting mouth. Carrie feels the first few warm shots of semen hose across her tongue and teeth, streaking the inside of her mouth, and she quickly pulls his spurting cock from her mouth with one hand, jerking him fast as she directs the rest of his heavy load onto her face. More streamers of sperm splatter her cheeks, nose, and forehead as Carrie looks the man straight in the eye, keeping her mouth open so he can see the cum collected in her mouth. The man can hardly breathe, feeling as though every drop of fluid in his body is being drained out of his cock in reverence to the gorgeous blonde in front of him. His eyes remain locked onto the gorgeous country singer’s brown ones, and though she continues to get double penetrated by two other men, her cum-covered face holds an expression of grateful pleasure that he somehow feels is meant for him alone.
His balls have seemingly given up their last bit of semen, yet his cock continues to jerk and throb in orgasm, sending jolts of pleasure through his body, and he feels himself getting lightheaded, dimly wondering if his climax will ever end. Carrie continues to stroke his cock at a fast pace, not even slowing down even though no more cum is coming out. Still maintaining eye contact, she winks at him before darting her sperm-sprayed tongue out to lap at the sensitive underside of his cockhead. He gasps like a drowning man, feeling his lower muscles strain as, incredibly, a final few drops of cum are squeezed out from his dick onto her tongue. Carrie withdraws her tongue and closes her mouth, slowing down her hand on his shaft before giving the head a soft kiss and releasing his overworked, exhausted cock. Now free, the man staggers back a couple of steps before practically collapsing on the ground, a dazed look on his face.
Carrie swallows the cum in her mouth before licking her lips. Her cunt is on fire, and she badly needs the release. She looks down at the man plumbing the depths of her twat. “C’mon,” she says in a low hiss, hoping Shania and Jewel won’t hear her “breaking the rules” and decide to discipline her for it. “Make me cum! Make this horny motherfucking bitch cum!” She illustrates her need by squeezing her cunt muscles around his shaft, almost stopping him in mid-thrust before starting to grind her hips on him. Carrie leans down, her breasts pressing against his chest. “Your dick feels so good digging into my wet, slutty fuckhole,” she whispers into his ear. “Don’t you want to feel me cumming all over your cock like some hot fucking porn star? I know I want to feel YOU cumming in me—feeling all your jizz shooting deep into my twat, mmmm, it’s gonna feel so warm inside of me. Let’s get off together, so I can feel you draining your balls in my cumming pussy. I’ll feel like such a dirty little slut.”
Her nasty talk in his ear combined with her clasping pussy and undulating hips are more than enough to get him to the breaking point, and he grunts as he loses control, his cock starting to cum fitfully into her body. The first spurt of warm semen sets Carrie off, and she lets out a loud moan, clasping his shoulders to steady herself as her climax explodes through her system. The muscles in her body spasm wildly from her orgasm and, incredibly, this allows the man fucking her ass to cum as well, his cock buried in her clenching asshole. He grabs her asscheeks and pushes himself as deep as he can into her bowels before unleashing his balljuice, breathing heavily as he drains his cum within. Carrie coos in pleasure at the feeling of both holes being flooded with semen.
By the wall Jewel continues to be eagerly double-fucked, with two sets of balls slapping against her skin. The man in her ass, sensing his orgasm, pulls out of her bowels and quickly moves back over to Taylor. Kneeling down, he directs her head to his cock, and she sucks on him obligingly, cleaning Jewel’s ass juices from his shaft. He fucks himself against the inside of her mouth, making her cheek bulge with his meat, before withdrawing and jerking his dick hard for a few moments. Grunting, streamers of pearly-white semen explode from his piss-slit onto her face, streaking her cheeks and forehead. Taylor sticks out her tongue to catch some of his load, and she swallows it down as he milks the last of his cum across her nose.
Meanwhile the man still fucking Jewel hits his limit and cums, holding her in place as his floods her slick inner walls with sperm. She has her climax also and she leans in close, clamping her mouth on his neck as her body shudders in his arms. His strength falters and he sinks to the ground, still holding Jewel. At the same time Shania and her man are also cumming, with the guy pulling out and jacking off all over her tits and stomach while she massages her clit furiously, cunt juice sprinkling over her fingers.
Everyone relaxes for a few minutes, trying to cool themselves down from the intensely hot orgy. Finally Jewel raises her head and looks over at Carrie and Taylor, who haven’t moved from lying on top of their men, completely exhausted from the day’s events. “I think are two little fuck-pets are all worn out,” she says to Shania, who remains on her back looking up at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Can’t say I blame them,” Shania replies, slowly getting to her feet and stretching her muscles. “Why don’t we give these two a bath—a proper bath—and put them to bed?”
“Only if we can join them,” Jewel says, feeling her own fatigue.
Shania nods, and Jewel stands shakily. The men also rise, with two of them cradling Taylor and Carrie (who are half-asleep at this point) in their arms. The group heads out of the stable towards the farmhouse. Pulling open the door, Jewel goes inside, the men following behind. Shania is the last to enter, shutting the door behind her.
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Felurian

Felurian, the faerie woman no man can resist, and who no man has ever survived…until Kvothe.

WoW Darkmoon Happy Endings chapter 2

“Ah, good you’re up,” said Wimond as Aroal descended the stairs of one of the inns in Stormwind. Aroal let out a sigh. He had wanted to get up before his brother did but, as it turns out, he had failed in his quest. Seeing no way out, Aroal walked over to his brothers table and sat down. Seeing food on the table, Aroal reached out for some but his hand was slapped away by his brother.
“Hey, what was that for?” demanded Aroal as he shot his older brother a nasty glare.
“We are not to eat yet,” said the older paladin. “We must fast before heading to the Cathedral of Light. Until we are done there we must only drink water.”
“Why are we heading there?” To his surprise Wimond said nothing at first. He just gave his little brother a smile that said ‘it’s for the best’. And whatever that was, Aroal knew he didn’t want to be a part of it.
“Well, there are several reasons that I don’t have time to mention at this moment,” said Wimond as he took a sip of his water.
“Well I have plans for today,” said Aroal as he tried to grab some food again, only to have his hand swatted away.
“No you don’t,” said Wimond as he eyed his younger brother.
“Yes I do,” said Aroal as he quickly searched his mind for any possible excuse he could use. Only one came to mind and it was a long shot. But he had to try. “I’m meeting up with Master Don Omar. I told you yesterday after we returned from Darkmoon, remember?”
Wimond crossed his arms. He didn’t remember much from yesterday due to the ale. But he did know Don Omar. Earlier in the year, when Aroal was still in his early days as a hunter, Wimond had come along to ‘assist’ in his brothers training. However, Don Omar apparently didn’t like it how Wimond kept ‘correcting’ the master and trying to tell his brother what he was doing wrong. Even when Don Omar himself said it was perfect. Then, halfway through the training session, Don Omar shot an arrow at Wimond and told him that he ever showed his high and mighty face on his training grounds again the next arrow wouldn’t miss. The message was clear and ever since then Wimond had never returned, staying out of Old Town completely.
“I will have to send a message to that man,” said Wimond with a sigh of defeat. “From now on I want any more training sessions to be approved by me, understand?”
“Control freak,” muttered someone else sitting at the table. Wimond got up, fist raised to pound whoever said that. What happened next, Aroal had no idea for he had a break for it before his brother could change his mind.
Once he was out of the Inn, Aroal’s first stop was to check in with the trainer just in case the man had any missions for him. However, Don Omar was out to the Faire which sounded like a good idea to the young hunter. He wanted to try his luck again with the Draenei girl or finish what he started with Kluhina.
As he made his way to the portal leading to the Darkmoon Faire, Aroal began to think more about his time with Kluhina. The experience itself had been…amazing. He would never have lusted over an Orc before, but he found that he was. Maybe it was because they didn’t get to finish what they started. Or perhaps it was because it was so taboo that most humans wouldn’t even consider it. It was the forbidden fruit that he had tasted and now wanted more. But whatever the reason was, Aroal was entranced by Kluhina.
It was a good twenty minutes later till he was back in the waiting room of the Darkmoon Spa. This time he was alone for a good five minutes before the female Gnome entered. She looked at Aroal for a moment and then smiled.
“Ah yes,” she said in a cheerful tone. “I remember you. Yesterday right?”
“That’s right,” said Aroal with a nod.
“Well you’re in luck because I have several beauties for you to choose from.” She then turned her head towards the hallway she had come from and called out for the girls. Aroal raised an eyebrow, not ecstatic about the choices. The first girl that came out was a Dwarf woman with white hair with a lot of wrinkles and liver spots. Next was a Forsaken woman who was missing most of her flesh. Lastly there was a bold headed Goblin that when she smiled he could see that she was missing several teeth. If this was luck, then he was in hell!
He was about to ask if he could wait awhile for someone else when the forth girl walked in. She was a Worgen with a silver grey coat and a white face mask that reminded him of a husky. Her long black hair, he noticed, had several braids along its sides. She had that perfect hourglass figure that none of the other women had. Her dress was much like the others, a two piece, which was red. As he looked her over, he felt like he had seen her somewhere before. Then, as their eyes meet he remembered her as she took a step back, clearly recognizing him.
Her name was Pilana Foxhunt, a Worgen warlock that he knew from his travels. They had left to help serve the Alliance about the same time and had run into each other on more than one occasion. She was funny and smart, a good combination in his opinion. However, it was his brother who made sure their time together was short. In the paladin’s mind, anything that had a curse on it was unfit to be in his presence as well as his little brothers. And when he found out she was a warlock, well the shit hit the fan. But what was she doing here?
Just then, someone else entered the Spa. Turning around Aroal saw a plump, red headed Dwarf shaman entered. His eyes widened and a smirk appeared on his face as he saw Pilana. As he did, Aroal heard a whimper escape from the lovely Worgen as she tried to hide behind the undead girl. Sadly it was a losing battle to hide behind a girl that was smaller and much thinner than her.
“Good day, good day,” said the Dwarf. “I see Pilana is up and ready for me it seems. Hope she’s ready for another round because this guy is!” He then began to laugh, not noticing that the girl he wanted didn’t want to be near him.
“I’m sorry,” said Aroal suddenly. “But I was about to pick her for myself before you entered.” This caused the Dwarf to stop in mid laugh. He then looked at Aroal with a serious look on his face.
“Oh, is that so lad?” he demanded. “Well, I called her out first so she is mine for the next hour!”
“Baven, the human was in front of you,” said the Gnome. “He gets first pick as is fair.” Grumbling, Baven took a seat while Aroal paid for the hour. Once the money was in the Gnome’s hands Pilana took Aroal’s hand and led him down one of the hallways. As they walked, Aroal saw a Night Elf that was dressed like Ysera coming out of one of the rooms. Must be one of the special requests that I heard about yesterday, he thought. He was then led into a room, much like the one he was in yesterday.
“Alright, let’s get you naked,” said Pilana with a predatory smile. “Oh, and thanks by the way. You saved my furry behind. That Dwarf can get pretty rough. Last time he was here I lost a couple chunks of my fur.”
“No problem,” Aroal replied as he began to undress before the lovely Worgen. “Mind telling me why you’re here?”
“Bills,” she replied with a sigh. “They weren’t kidding when they said that enchanting was a poor man’s profession. I spent so much money trying to buy shards and enchanting dust that I didn’t have enough money for food or rent. Then I heard about this place and heard they were hiring. It’s a good job for me. I get a lot of gold for doing something that feels so good. The only downside is that I can’t refuse a customer after they have paid.” Now Aroal was naked and Pilana was taking in the sites. “And what are you doing here away from your oh so holy brother? I can’t imagine that he would approve of you visiting this place.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here,” said Aroal as he sat on the table. “Had to lie to him just to get out of his sight. It was that or join him at the cathedral for several hours.”
“Lay on your back,” said Pilana. As he did, Pilana shook her head. Aroal was a friend and sooner or later she would have to get him to stand up to his family. They were still trying to control his life. But that would happen later. Right now she had a job to do and judging by his package she was really going to enjoy this one.
“Well this is different,” said the naked human once he was on his back. “I thought I was going to get washed up first like last time.”
“Oh you are,” said Pilana as she disrobed. “I just like to make it more personal.” Now she was in her full naked glory. Aroal couldn’t help but compare her breasts to Kluhina’s. Both were large, but the Orc’s had been larger. But still the pair in front of him was very nice. Grey fur covered her entire body, he noticed, except her nipples. Aroal watched as she moved to the end of the table and picked up one of his feet. She then began to lick it slowly, sensually. She licked every toe and in between them. Once she was done with both feet she made her way up his legs, then to his chest. She licked his nipples before making her way up to his neck.
Aroal had to fight from squirming. Pilana’s tongue felt good against his bare skin. It was both soft and warm. He was a little worried however. He knew what happened if a person was bitten by a Worgen. There was the chance that if she accidently bit him he would change into one of them. While Aroal didn’t completely object to the idea, he wasn’t sure how fast the transformation would take. If it happened to fast he would put innocent people’s lives at risk and he wasn’t sure if he could live with himself if that happened.
Then, his fear doubled as Pilana moved back down to the one spot she had intentional avoided: his cock. Right now it was nice and stiff, ready for her. Pilana stared at it with her yellow eyes for a moment as she imagined what it would be like when it entered her. But that moment was still in the future. She took hold of the member and began to stoke it while licking the head. Every so often she would stop, release it from her grip, and begin to lick the dick up and down until it was covered in her saliva. Then she would go back to stroking it and the cycle would repeat itself.
“I think it’s my turn,” said Aroal after a few minutes. Pilana looked up and grinned in understanding. As the hunter got up from the table she crawled on all fours until she was where Aroal had been before laying on her back. She then spread her leg and brought her clawed hands down to her lower lips so she could spread them. Aroal then got back on the table and brought his face close to her exposed slit. He stared at it for a moment before giving it a lick to taste out the flavor of her exposed flesh. And after one lick he dove right on in, pushing his tongue as far as he could into her pussy folds.
Pilana bucked her hips at the sudden intrusion of her partners tongue. She could feel it moving within her, searching and feeling her out. It felt so good that she began to make whimpering sounds in anticipation. She began to push her lower region into him, trying to get his tongue to go deeper. Then, to her displeasure, he pulled out. She was about to say something when Aroal began to lick her now exposed clit. She threw her head back due to the pleasure as his tongue assaulted her clit. After a few minutes of this Aroal then give it a light nip. The effect was immediate as Pilana came. Her juices slashed onto Aroal’s face who lapped them up to the best of his ability.
As Pilana lay there, panting from her orgasm, Aroal moved on to all fours. He then moved up and positioned himself at her entrance. Pilana looked at him for a moment as she felt his cock press against her folds. For a moment they stared into each other’s eyes before she nodded, giving him the unspoken permission. Aroal slowly slid his cock inside as he savored the feeling of her pussy. It was warm and wet, but not as tight al Kluhina’s was. He waited for a moment or two before he began to thrust in and out. It was slow at first but soon he began to pick up speed as her insides became warmer.
Pilana moaned loudly with each thrust. Her eyes were shut allowing her other scenes to become stronger. She could smell his scent mixed with his lust as his sweat began to cover his body. She could feel the impact of each thrust better.
“Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. “Yes fuck me. Fuck that pussy with your nice hard cock. Yeah, you like that baby? You like my hot, dirty pussy?” Hearing her talk like that caused Aroal to pick up the pace. As he watched her breasts bounce he suddenly felt the urge to reach out and grab them. So, with a smirk on his face, he reached forward and gave the right one a squeeze which caused Pilana to moan even more loudly. It was feeling so good she just couldn’t help it. Then, without warming she got a wicked idea. “Please pull out.”
“What?” asked Aroal quickly as he complied with her wish. “Is something wrong?”
“Not really,” said Pilana as she got up onto all fours with her ass pointing towards Aroal. “I just thought you would like to finish up doggie style.” Aroal couldn’t help but grin as he slid back into her. He was still hard and knew he would cum soon.
Pilana closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of his cock as it hit several nerves that he couldn’t before. Also he went in deeper than in their previous position. It felt so good that her tongue began to hang out of her mouth making her look more like a beast. She could feel her pleasure build up so much that it could burst at any given moment. And by the hunter’s speed she knew he was close as well.
“Pilana, I’m going to cum soon,” he all but shouted.
“Do it,” she cried out. “Cum in my pussy! Spray my insides with your white juice. Please do it for me baby!” And with that he made one final, mighty plunge into her pleasure box. The Worgen’s eyes widened as she let out a long howl before she collapsed.
Aroal pulled his cock out as he lay down next to her. He then slowly reached over to embrace her and bring her warm, furry body closer to his. She was slightly trembling in his arms, but it soon ended. He felt her body relax next to his. Seeing her react like this made Aroal feel good inside. That not only was he given pleaser, but he also gave it as well.
“Pardon me but your time is up,” said the little Gnome woman. “Oh, and please keep it down next time. Don’t want all of Darkmoon to know what’s going on here.”
Several minutes later Aroal was dressed and back on the streets of the Darkmoon Faire grounds. On his way out the Gnome had told him about a special promotion. He could sign up and each time he visited he would get a chance to win the ultimate massage. He could pick any provider even more than one, for as long as he wanted on the last day. And if this wasn’t enough, he would also get a free nether drake battle pet. Needless to say Aroal signed up and planned to win this little contest.
“Aye lad,” came a voice behind him. “Aroal turned around and saw the Dwarf he had seen earlier. The Dwarf beckoned to him, so with a shrug Aroal walked over towards the food court where the dwarf was. As he got closer he noticed that the Dwarf wasn’t alone. There was also a Night Elf couple and a male Troll all sitting at the same table. “Have a seat lad.”
“Ah, thanks,” said Aroal awkwardly as he sat down. “Sorry about earlier.”
“Not a problem lad,” laughed the Dwarf. “Managed to get a Tauren after you snagged the fine Worgen lass. Now where be me manners? The names Baven Stormanvel. This here is Ryrion.” Baven gestured to the male Night Elf who had dark purple skin and bright green hair that was braided down his shoulders. His face was hardened as well as battle scarred. Aroal could tell that this was a warrior who had seen many battles. That and the heavy armor that he wore. “And that be his mate Tinedra.” Tinedra was ever different form her mate. Her skin tone looked between a light purple and pink while her hair, which was pony tailed, was a dark purple. Her facial markings reminded the hunter of butterfly wings. She was dressed in the white robes of the priestess and had a kind smile. “And this here eyesore be called Gal’Vis.” The Troll had bright blue skin, large tusks, and a bright red mohawk. He was dressed in the robes of the druid and didn’t seem to be put off by his introduction. If anything he seemed more amused.
“The names Aroal,” said the human hunter to everyone. “So, how did you all meet?”
“Same place I meet you,” replied Baven. “We are customers of that there massage parlor.” With that the Dwarf gave Aroal a wink, letting him know that they all went there for the same reason.
“Well this is a surprise,” said Aroal as he looked at the Night Elf couple. “You both don’t mind?”
“It was my idea,” said Tinedra with a blush. “After nine thousand years of marriage, life in the bedroom gets a little…predictable. When we heard the rumors about the parlor, we thought it might be a great way to spice things up with a threesome.”
“Night Elf pussy be too good ta pass up on,” said Gal’Vis with a nod. “We be seein each other in da waiting room den here for some drinks. We be talkin about who be givin da best service an comparin notes.”
“So lad, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you going there?” asked Baven. “Not that I’m judging or anything, but a lad like yer self shouldn’t have a problem with the lass”
“Oh, I guess it’s mainly because of my brother,” answered Aroal as he looked a little embarrassed. “My parents asked him to watch over me when I left home and since then he’s done his best to control almost every aspect of my life. He keeps me moving from place to place so there’s not a lot of time for me to get to know any of the girls I meet along the way.” Tinedra shook her head.
“That’s pathetic,” she said. “It’s your life and your letting someone else make the big decisions for you. If you’re a man then tell him to fuck off!”
“Now, now,” said Baven as waved his hand at the priestess. “I don’t think anyone at this table should be passing judgment.
“Well I’ve only been there twice,” admitted Aroal. “So before Pilana I was with Kluhina.”
“She’s the Orc, correct?” asked Ryrion in a deep voice. Aroal nodded. “I have heard that she is new. What kind of services does she provide?”
“Didn’t really get to finish,” admitted the human.
Baven grinned. “Better luck next time.”

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Wow Lust at Sea chapter 3

It was hours later when they had finally stopped. Since the moment she had been tied up, Raalia had been licked in all her sensitive spots, had her breasts groped, her clit rubbed near to the point of climax, and so much more. One Orc had even licked her asshole for a good twenty minutes which had nearly caused her to cum several times. But Grima, the female Orc hunter, had watched her with a keen eye. Anytime it looked like she was about ready to cum she would stop them. But now it was over and Raalia felt somewhat disappointed. She knew she shouldn’t want this but a part of her wanted the release and the pleasure.
“Are we going to be a good girl now?” asked Grima in a fake sweet voice while she cupped the Draenei’s cheek. “Or do we have to continue?”
“Please,” begged Raalia in a defeated tone. “No more.”
“Will you do your chores like I showed you?” asked Grima. Raalia nodded which caused the Orc to frown a bit. “Is that how you answer your betters? No! You will say it clearly for everyone to hear!”
“Yes,” cried Raalia. “I will clean the deck with my ass high in the air for everyone to see!”
“Such a good little priestess,” said Grima as she moved her hand to the Draenei’s breast and gave it a good squeeze which caused Raalia to moan. “Now then, if you do all of your chores, maybe the captain will train you extra hard tonight. Would you like that, you priestess slut?”
“Yes,” said Raalia softly. Grima smirked as she undid the bindings on the naked priestess. Once they were all off Raalia walked over to the bucket of water that had been left there and took out the rag. She then got on all fours but with her legs straight so that her ass was in the air and her legs spread so that her pussy was visible. She found working like this to be difficult for she sometimes lost her balance due to the rocking of the ship. But, in a way, she felt excited. As she worked her pussy began to leak its juices down her legs. She had no idea of the reason why she felt like this, she just did.
Then, when she was half way done, something happened.
“Ship ahoy,” called out the crewman in the crow’s nest. Moments later Adren and the Blood Elf were on the main deck.
“Its intent?” demanded Adren.
“Most likely hostile,” came the reply. “It’s an Alliance Cruiser. They have spotted us and it looks like they are getting ready for battle.” At that, a part of Raalia became hopeful. Soon she would be free of this place. Yet another part was disappointed, like she had been cheated out of something. Then she noticed something that was odd. No one was worried nor was anyone preparing to engage. Were they planning on running away?
“Velithela,” said the captain calmly as he turned to look at the Blood Elf. “Please be a dear and get rid of that annoyance.”
“For you, my love, anything,” she said as she snapped her fingers. A moment later a flying carpet floated towards her and then stopped. Calmly Velithela stepped onto the carpet and then took off into the sky. Raalia watched as Velithela quickly moved her flying mount well above the Alliance vessel and then began to rain fire balls down upon the ship. Some were so small Raalia had a hard time seeing them while others were visibly larger. While she was doing this the ship moved and began to fire cannon balls. The poor crew of the Alliance Cruiser was no match for this kind of fire power and soon sank.
“Move out and look for survivors,” commanded Adren as Velithela landed back aboard the ship. “Let’s see if we can us any of them.” With that the crew laughed as the ship began to move towards the wreckage. But then…
“Ship ahoy!” called out the crewman from the crow’s nest. Adren let out a groan as he began to search the waters. “It’s a Horde ship captain and it’s signaling us. I think it’s the Gor’lasish.”
“So Garrosh wants a new playmate,” said Adren calmly. “Alright everyone, let’s get ready to meet our guests. Let’s make them feel welcome so long as they pay!” Everyone laughed as Adren turned to face Raalia. “Stay next to me at all times. Say nothing unless I ask or tell you to answer. Fail me and there will be a great punishment awaiting you. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes master,” said Raalia. Adren smiled, pleased that she had figured out what to call him so quickly. Most needed to be told this.
It took about a half an hour for the Orc ship to arrive. During that time, the pirates had pulled out several people from the water. The women were taken below while Adren asked if any of the men were willing to join his crew. Once they had all said no Adren ordered their throats slit and their bodies were dumped overboard. Raalia watched this all with pity in her eyes, wishing she could have done something. But there was nothing for her to do. She was trapped here and watched over by people who could kill her with the same ease as twisting a babies arm.
Soon after the Orc ship arrived, an old Orc captain came onboard. He was dressed in heavy armor, had white hair with a beard, and was missing an eye. He scanned the crew and when he spotted Raalia his jaw dropped a little. Raalia felt embarrassed under his graze and could feel her nipples hardening. What was wrong with her? She was a priestess, not a slut. She was trained to deny herself these feelings. Yet she could not help herself on this boat.
“I see you like my latest treasure,” said Adren as he took a step forward.
“Captain Hellstein,” said the Orc. “I am Captain Morzalm. I am here under the orders of the Warchief.”
“Of course you are,” said Adren. “If you weren’t I would not have allowed you on my ship. Now what does Garrosh want this time? The only slave he hasn’t asked of me is a Gnome!”
“The Warchief would like a female Worgen,” said Morzalm. At that the crew became quiet as Adren rubbed his chin.
“Well that will take some doing,” said Adren. “Right now I’m fresh out of the trained ones and the rest are back at our hideout.”
“An untrained one will do,” said Morzalm. He then looked a bit uncomfortable. “I believe you know what the Warchief does to them after one time.”
“He kills them,” said Adren with a hint of anger. “I go to all the trouble of training the ideal sex slaves and he kills them after one go. All because he doesn’t want the world to know that he enjoys fucking the females of the Alliance that he claims to hate. If he wasn’t paying me to keep my mouth shut I’d let every bar up and down the coast know.”
“He is grateful for your silence,” said Morzalm. He then looked at Raalia before continuing. “How much is the Draenei?”
“This one is not ready to be sold,” said Adren as he moved behind Raalia. He then reached around and began squeezing her breasts. “And I refuse to sell her until I deem her ready. Nor will I sell her to Garrosh for any price.” At that, Captain Morzalm looked a bit downhearted. “Tell Garrosh that I will send him a Worgen within the next two weeks. And since this one is untrained I will lower my usual price to 3000 gold.”
“Very well then,” said Morzalm as he turned to leave. “Perhaps in the future you and I shall do business.” And with that he left.
-x-
Later that night Raalia found herself back in the Adren’s room. And, like that morning, Grima was there as well. Only this time she was naked. While Grima was smaller than Raalia, her breasts were much larger with dark green nipples. She also noted that Grima’s muscles were not as visible giving her a leaner appearance.
“Now then,” said Adren who was sitting on the bed naked, “time to continue the training. First off, I would like you to learn the art of the blow job. Let’s see what you got Raalia.”
Raalia gulped as she moved over the Adren and then got on her knees. This was her first time seeing a man’s cock up close like this. It was hard for her to believe that something that big could have been inside her. With a gulp, Raalia took the member into her mouth and then began to bob her head up and down. After several minutes of this Adren’s cock began to grow limp.
“You need a lot of work,” said Grima as she pulled Raalia away from Adren. “Let me show you how it is done!” With that Grima began to stroke the cock with her hand while circling its tip with her tongue. It was soon hard again and the Orc began to lick it up and down. Raalia watched as Grima played and sucked on his ball sack which caused him to moan in pleasure. And when she finally took the cock into her mouth Grima did more than just bob up and down. Grima sucked and made slurping noises as went down on it. The Draenei could see her working her tongue around his cock to provide extra pleasure. And then, all of a sudden, she stopped. “Now you try.”
Raalia nodded slightly as she moved back towards Adren’s cock. She then began with a slow lick up its shaft. She then took it into her hand, feeling how hard and wet it was and began to pump it up and down while licking its tip. After that, she gave the head a small kiss before taking it into her mouth. Adren let out a moan of approval. He could tell that this Draenei was a fast learner.
Raalia then felt something lick her pussy. She turned her head the best she could with the cock still in her mouth and saw that Grima was laying on the floor with her head right between her legs. The Draenei was in shock. An Orc, the same race that nearly wiped out her people, was eating her out…and she was enjoying it. Before she could do anything or say anything Adren grabbed her by her horns and began to cum into her mouth. The priestess’s eyes widened in shock as his white seed filled her mouth and began to drip down her cheeks.
“Why don’t you two share,” said Adren with a wicked grin. Raalia didn’t know what that meant. But she soon found out as Grima got off the ground, sat next to her, and then embraced her in a deep and passionate kiss. Raalia quickly found herself getting into it as she wrapped her arms around the Orc as their tongues explored each other’s mouths as they drank the cum. Grima also wrapped her arms around Raalia and then stood them up. Before the priestess knew it she was laying of the bed while still making out with an Orc.
“I believe you have passed your first lesson,” said Grima as she pulled away from the kiss. “And your master will properly reward you.” With that, Adren trust his cock into Raalia. She screamed out in shock and pain, but it soon faded as Adren began to thrust his cock in and out of her. And with each thrust her clit rubbed against Grima’s sending shocks throughout her body. She saw Grima smile as she pressed her tits against hers. Then, without warning, withdrew completely.
“Wait please,” begged Raalia. “I was almost there.”
“Don’t be so greedy,” said Adren as he put his cock in Grima. The Orc huntress made a purring like sound as Adren began to thrust hard into her. “Tell me, my little priestess slut, who do you belong to?”
“You master!”
“What are you willing to do for me?”
“Anything master! I’ll do anything you ask me to. Just please let me cum. I’m so close but I can feel it slipping away! I’ve been wanting to cum all day so please make me cum!”
“I’ll remember what you said,” said Adren as he pulled his cock out of Grima and thrust it back into Raalia as hard as he could. Raalia scream as loud as she could as a mind blowing orgasm erupted inside of her as he thrusted into her like a maniac. The world began to fade and the last thing she felt was him cuming inside her before the world went black.
-x-
“If I didn’t know any better I would think you were found of her,” said Grima. Adren sighed as he sat down on his bed. They had moved Raalia to a corner on his room and covered her with a blanket. Grima was still as naked as he was as she laid there on his bed.
“I might be,” he said honestly. “I think she has potential that would have gone to waste had she stayed with the Alliance.” Grima said nothing while she got up and then pressed her body against Adren’s.
“You know I don’t mind sharing,” she said. “I just hope she doesn’t become as clingy as Vel.” At that Adren laughed.

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Whoring Around Hogwarts

Hey I’m a student from Sydney who loves writing literotica. This is my first story so go easy on me! If you’re criticizing keep it constructive, I’m always happy to improve my writing. To improve my English I’ve turned off Spell and Grammar check on word, so there may be some errors. Chapter 2 will be uploaded soon.

Harry Potter And That Need – Part 2

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Eragon-A Rider For Saphira

****Let me say this now. THIS IS NOT MY STORY THIS BELONGS TO GryphonWings if you want to read more of his stories go here http://gryphonwings.sofurry.com/ this is a five part series**** *tags include
Human, First Time, Oral, Non-anthro, Vaginal, Love, Dragoness, Soulmates, M/F ps. i hope you love this like i did
Saphira’s Intentions
Saphira trudged softly through the trees in Ellesmera, her beautiful blue scales glistening in the morning light. She rarely ever walked, usually preferring the sky, but today she just needed to think.
It had been a month since Glaedr had been killed by the evil Murtagh, and she was feeling highly depressed. She knew she had to continue the dragon race, but all of the dragon’s she knew were dead or evil.
Saphira didn’t usually worry about such matters but she knew she had to weigh the options. There was Glaedr, big and strong, but insistent that she wasn’t meant for him. Now that option was no longer available. Also, there was Thorn, ridden by Murtagh, who had once been their friend but had betrayed them all. She couldn’t forgive him for his atrocities. There was Shruikan, Galbatorix’s dark dragon, but he was as pure evil as his owner.
That only left the egg. The last egg held by Galbatorix, which she knew they must rescue. It was their only hope. And even then, she thought sadly, he may not be suitable. She continued to pace through the thick trees, hanging her head.
A few miles away, Eragon was having a difficult time. With a lull in activity since Oromis’ death and the battle with Murtagh, Eragon had lost track of time in Ellesmera. He spent his time training with the elves, who were the only creatures in all of Alegaesia who could match his speed and strength. He had renewed his advances on Arya, a beautiful elf with whom he wished to be with. He could never seem to do it right, however, and kept getting put down by her as a result of his awkwardness. Eragon had no doubt she wished to be with him but her duties prevented them from getting close.
Eragon sparred with a young elf, teaching him new methods of blocking, as he seemed intent on attacking constantly. Eragon admired his enthusiasm, and taught him a little longer than he would have normally. When they were finished, the boy thanked him generously and left in a great mood, pleased to have trained with the great ‘Shadeslayer’. Eragon smiled and walked back to his sky house near the city itself, sheathing Brisingr, his stunning blue sword. Still, nothing was as stunning as his dragon, Saphira, who’s hide glowed like a thousand jewels.
When he arrived he was surprised to see Saphira already there, waiting for him. He looked up at her and smiled, she always brightened his day. It was hard not to have developed such a strong bond after all they had been through in the past year. He saw up on the indent where her shoulder joined her neck and scratched behind her scales playfully.
“It’s good to see you, little one,” Saphira told him, speaking to him through their mental link, which allowed them to communicate thoughts and feelings without physically speaking.
“Likewise,” Eragon replied. Slowly turning around, Eragon climbed onto her back as she took off into the sky, climbing miles into the cool evening air.
He sensed that she was troubled and questioned her about it. After telling him what had been bothering her, Eragon slowly inclined his head.
“I know, Saphira, it’s hard. But don’t lose hope, or we will certainly fail.” Saphira snorted at the comment and shook her head roughly.
“I hear that so much these days, from Arya, Islanzadi, Orik and even you. But how can you know, Eragon? Since I have been alive I have lived through more death than should ever be witnessed by a single being. Even so, I missed the fall of the Riders, the massive onslaught of death and the downfall of civilization. I just don’t think it is fair that I should be the last one to have to suffer because of what some madman did to his own kind and others.” Saphira let loose a small plume of flame in anger and plummeted through the sky, with Eragon clinging to the saddle tightly.
Eragon didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent as she landed at a place that he remembered well. It was the place where Saphira had first advanced on Glaedr, and where she had been rejected. He dismounted from her and looked around, spotting some of the scattered egg fragments from past dragons that had bred here. It was the Stone of Broken Eggs. Saphira stood even with Eragon and surveyed the area. It brought back memories, sad memories, and slowly she began to cry.
It was an amazing sound, rich with sorrow and anguish for what she had lost, and that which she could never have. Eragon had never heard her cry before; he had no idea what to do. He just waited patiently by her side until she began to stop.
“Eragon,” Saphira asked, “what can I do? Tell me, please. I’m not sure I can do this much longer” Eragon reached out and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her pain through his mental link with her.
Eragon looked at her directly, and said in a reassuring tone, “Saphira, I cannot possibly begin to understand what you are feeling right now, so I won’t even try. However, I have to put this to you, so please hear me out.” When Saphira stopped and looked back at him sadly, he continued.
“We are both connected mentally and spiritually. Whatever you feel, I am influenced likewise. It is the same the other way around, you feel what I feel. Do you remember when I was rejected by Arya, the sadness that befell me? In this matter you felt the same, and it hurt greatly. But I pulled through and continued life with your help. Now it is my turn. You must see that if you fall apart on me, then I shall do the same. The world needs us to be strong, for we are the only hope left.” Saphira listened quietly to her rider, slowly nodding her head.
“You will find a mate, I can feel it, and I would face Galbatorix himself to see that through.”
Saphira lowered her head and asked, “You would do all this… for me?” Eragon nodded and waves of gratitude flooded him from her.
Saphira raised her head high and spoke to him, more confident now.
“Thank you, Eragon, I am sorry I have shamed you and the riders like this. I shall be strong now.” Eragon didn’t know how to respond, so he resorted to rubbing her neck scales softly.
She looked at him, a new question arising inside of her.
“Eragon, I have thought about this question for some time.” She paused for a moment, unsure of how to continue.
“When you first touched me, and I left my mark on you we have been mentally and to a high degree, physically connected. I have wondered why for a long time, why the link between dragon and rider isn’t just mental. Why do I feel your emotions so strongly?” Eragon thought about it for a moment before replying.
“Saphira, remember back when Trianna tried to seduce me and you stopped her, you said something about the fact we were ‘intimately linked’? You also admitted you were jealous. Now that I think about it, what were you jealous of? Was it her stealing my company, or was it something else?”
Saphira took almost a minute before she said, “That day… I was just trying to stop you from making a huge mistake.” Eragon looked at her fiercely.
“What mistake, me being with her… or, was it because… I would not be with you?” Saphira looked away at the question, taking a few paces before turning back to look at him.
“Eragon, I… I can’t explain. I just… had a feeling, like I had to stop her.” Eragon shook his head and took her chin in his hands, holding her head to his.
“Do you love me Saphira?” he asked, not allowing her any way of escaping the question.
“Of course, Eragon, how could I not?” Eragon didn’t let it go.
“Is that all?” he asked.
“Eragon… I can’t take this anymore. The answer to my question, it has long since been in front of my face the whole time. The reason… the reason why we are intimately linked, why I chose you as my rider, why I get a thrill every time you ride me through the skies.” She stopped for a moment, and looked at him with piercing sapphire eyes.
“Eragon, my feelings for you… they are not what I believed they were. In all my travels I have sought out the company of another male dragon. But now, I realize, the only one I need is you.” Eragon was confused.
“What are you trying to say?” he asked desperately. Saphira didn’t know how to respond, so she did the first thing that came to mind.
“Eragon,” Saphira said, bringer her head down to his and kissed him. Her mouth pressed against his, a fiery passion beginning to swell in her heart. He was shocked, he broke the kiss and stepped back. Saphira realized she had gone to far and moved her head quickly.
“I’m so sorry,” she said quickly, “I just…”
“Saphira,” Eragon said softly with his mind, “I was just surprised, that’s all. You’ve made me see the light of feelings I have had for a long time.” With that he took her strong jaw with his hand and kissed her back, Saphira melting into his lips as they shared their emotions with each other.
A minute later Saphira stopped and looked deep into his eyes.
“Eragon, I should have said this a long time ago. I love you, and I want you to be my soulmate for the rest of my life.” Eragon stared at her, before putting his arms around her long neck.
“I would be honored, Saphira.” he whispered to her. Saphira smiled and allowed Eragon to climb onto her back. She took off and flew back down towards the forest. They travelled about a mile further away from the city before landing in a hidden patch of forest.
“Where are we, Saphira?” Eragon asked, confused. He was sure he’d never been here before.
“I don’t know, little one,” Saphira replied. Eragon didn’t understand.
Saphira continued, “I just wanted to be away from the rest of the elves at the moment. I’m sure they wouldn’t find what we just did appropriate under the circumstances.”
“What do you mean?” pressed Eragon.
“Well, we just committed to being together forever as mates. Seeing as the elves are trying to rebuild the draconian race I don’t think they’d like it if the last dragon had just given up their last hope.” Eragon was stunned, he hadn’t thought about that. He was also stunned that Saphira had given that much up for him.
A further question nagged his mind.
“Saphira, when you say that we are committed to being together forever as mates, what does that mean? Where do we go from here?” Saphira looked at the ground, choosing her words carefully.
“We would… be like any other couple. We can talk, share each others company, it’s just that we couldn’t…” Her voice trailed off and she looked away from him sadly. Eragon realized what she had avoided saying and it suddenly dawned on him the awkwardness of the situation.
Eragon sat on the ground and looked at his thumbs. Because of their size they could never truly, well, be together, he thought. Or could they. A sudden image flashed through his mind of Saphira standing over him, waiting for something to happen. He laughed, it seemed so absurd. And yet the evidence was there.
Saphira looked at him laughing and asked impatiently, “What?”
“Saphira,” Eragon began carefully, “Why couldn’t we? I have yet to see one reason why not. It is a natural process, why does it have to be within one species. We are both sentient beings, there is nothing stopping us. And, if anything else, it would bring us closer together.” Saphira was amazed by what he was implying. She imagined Eragon lying on top of her, ready to give her her hearts content. Saphira found the image quite pleasing, releasing more feeling she never knew she had.
“Eragon, you speak truths that I cannot deny. However, I must know one thing. After I was feeling down when Glaedr stopped my advances, you said I was the fairest of all dragons, did you truly mean it? Or were you just comforting me?” Eragon replied quickly and definitely.
“Saphira, you are the fairest of all dragons, or anything else in this land for that matter. You are beautiful to me, and I couldn’t imagine being liked with anyone else. Saphira blushed inwardly, she was glad she was blue.
Taking a step towards Eragon, she asked him, “Would you really try, to attempt to be my mate? In all ways, mental and physical?” Eragon nodded, and slipped a hand onto her jaw.
“Would you be willing… to, uh… um…” Saphira’s voice faltered. Eragon had never seen her this embarrassed.
Saphira swallowed her pride and said, “Eragon. I want you to mate with me, to be my parter through love.” Eragon blinked at the gaze she was giving him, never more certain about something in her life.
“Saphira, I would be glad to. It would mean the world to me. But how, I mean, we have a… considerable size difference. I may not be enough for you.” Saphira knew the answer to that.
“I know you may not be as, well, endowed as a dragon, Eragon, but remember that we are linked mentally. You will feel my pleasure and I will feel yours, meaning it will bounce across our link and feel tenfold better than anything even a full grown male dragon could provide.” It was Eragon’s turn to blush, he couldn’t believe he was talking about having sex with a dragon. His dragon.
Eragon was unsure of what to do next, this being his first time with anyone, dragon or otherwise. The whole situation seemed like a dream, he couldn’t believe this was happening. Even Saphira was having a hard time coming to terms with it. Saphira now knew what all her feeling had meant, why it felt like a current was running through her veins every time he touched her. Eragon had also discovered his hidden feelings, and was glad they were finally in the open, and reciprocated.
Saphira was getting excited just from the thought of Eragon getting naked. Eragon slowly stripped his clothes and turned back to Saphira, who marveled at his handsomeness. She also grew wide eyed at his lower region, imagining how good that would feel inside of her. If they made it that far. Eragon walked over to her, Saphira tensed from pure anticipation. He put his hand on her jaw, like always, and Saphira could feel herself getting wet just from that contact.
Eragon lent forward and kissed her, Saphira responding in kind. She opened her mouth a little and licked his face, to which he responded by opening his much smaller mouth. Her tongue slipped inside, rolling over the roof of his mouth and his tongue before the latter entered her mouth, his tongue now treating her. They kissed like this for some while, before Eragon slowly moved his head away.
Saphira looked at him and he blushed, he was so nervous he hadn’t even gotten hard yet. She saw his discomfort and knew she’d have to do something about it. Lowering her head she flicked out her tongue and ran it over his entire package. Eragon shuddered and stepped back a little. Saphira felt sad, she had hoped he would like it.
“Don’t worry, Saphira,” Eragon said softly, “It’s just that I’ve never really felt anything quite like that before. Please continue.” Saphira felt much happier now, glad it was just nerves and not disappointment with her. She brought her head back down and slid her rough tongue over him again. Eragon lent against a tree behind him and spread his legs a little, allowing his dragon easier access.
Saphira continued her ministrations as she rolled her tongue over his balls, eliciting a moan from Eragon. She ran up his shaft and rolled over his head skillfully, now that it was almost erect. Clenching the tree to stop himself thrusting Eragon allowed Saphira to take his whole length, including his jewels, into her mouth. The hot environment inside her mouth made him speechless with pleasure, it was so steamy inside. She played with him on her tongue, rubbing and caressing his cock with her long, hot tongue.
Eragon had never had sex before, and he was really enjoying his first time. He knew there would be more to come, and he didn’t know how it could be better than the treatment he was receiving now. Saphira’s tongue-play was making him light headed, so lost in dreamy bliss as his dragon sucked him off. He wondered what Arya would say if she could see them.
Saphira was bobbing up and down on him now, her head sliding to and fro as she allowed Eragon’s meat to slide on her bumpy tongue. The motions were making him want to push back into her.
Saphira could sense that he wanted it and asked mentally, “Go ahead, Eragon, you can do it.” Eragon grinned, all nervousness gone as he heard his dragon’s beautiful voice fill his head. Reaching forward he grabbed two spikes behind her head and pushed himself deep into her. Saphira took him inside her mouth easily, due to the fact that she was many times bigger than he was. Her head alone was the size of his torso at least.
He pounded his dragon’s face repeatedly, sliding along her tongue for quite a while, allowing her saliva to coat his stiff erection. Saphira was enjoying herself; It wasn’t a challenge to take his length but she loved the close contact with her rider, the feeling of a personal part of him inside of her body and mind. She was in no rush to complete the oral and at any rate wished it would never stop. But she knew he’d have to orgasm sometime.
“Saphira, I think I’m close,” Eragon panted between thrusts. Saphira smiled.
“I want to taste you,” she replied, “Give it to me.” Eragon had no intention of refusing her wishes. With one swift motion she rolled her tongue over his cock, causing him to go over the edge. With a small grunt he thrust into her tongue hard, spurting a few shots of thick, creamy cum into her awaiting throat. She savored it with her tongue, milking him for everything he had.
When he was done, Saphira swallowed his jizz, surprised at how much he had produced considering his size. Eragon could taste his own semen through her feelings and he smiled, glad to have enjoyed such a personal experience with her.
He fell on Saphira’s side, a little tired from his first oral sex. Saphira had other things in mind though, however, she just let him re cooperate.
“Thank you Saphira,” he whispered in her ear. Saphira looked at him lovingly, still very much aroused.
“Eragon, do you think you can continue?” she asked. Eragon looked at her and smiled.
“Anything for you, my sexy dragon,” Eragon replied. Saphira glowed at the compliment. He continued to look at her, and she realized it was a little awkward for him to continue.
She looked at him shyly, she had never exposed herself to anyone. She asked Eragon what to do, seeing as she was quite embarrassed about the whole thing.
“Would you like me to return the favor, Saphira?” Eragon asked sexually. Saphira agreed, and imagined herself standing up while Eragon slowly service her insides. Eragon saw her mental picture and suggested that it looked a little awkward.
Standing up fully he ordered, “Lie down on your back, Saphira.” Saphira looked surprised, but then nodded, realizing it would be the best way. She rolled over heavily and landed with a thud on her back. Eragon climbed up her front leg and over her body until he reached her face, where the pair engaged in french kissing again, a little of Eragon’s juices still on her tongue, which she gave to him happily. Eragon licked his lips and turned around.
He looked down her massive body, searching for something he would never have dreamed of looking for a day ago. He slid over Saphira’s neck, down her soft underbelly, until he reached her tail, where he turned and faced her head. Straddling her tail, he looked down, looking for her private areas. He spotted them about one foot in front of where he was on the tail, at the base of her underbelly. The rock hard scales softened into blue skin, which in turn led to a moist pink opening with many secrets within, which Eragon intended to discover.
He goggled at it, it was as beautiful as the rest of her, and as large. Eragon lent down slowly and realized he could smell a enticing aroma coming from it. He breathed deeply, captivated by her strong scent. He brought his head down to look closer, he had never seen a vagina before. He had heard about sex from his adoptive father, Garrow, but he was surprised to see Saphira’s large opening staring him in the face.
Eragon tentatively reached his finger out and touched her moist lips. Saphira took a deep intake of air as he ran his finger down the outside, slowly, briefly. Saphira closed her eyes as her rider explored her body. Saphira had no experience with sex either, but instinctual experience had guided her.
Eragon was now rubbing the top of her swollen sex, his fingers brushing briefly over her most sensitive area. He continues this for a few more moments before slowly, carefully, sliding a finger into her. Saphira snorted, her chest vibrating, as Eragon pushed into the wet folds. Eragon was surprised; he had thought that Saphira would be strong inside due to her size and strength, but he felt velvety soft ripples slick with dragon juices part easily under his hand.
By this stage Saphira was getting terribly excited. She moved a little under Eragon, unable to contain her pleasure much more. Eragon rubbed her walls slowly, enjoying the heated sensation on his fingertip. Saphira gasped as he slipped another finger in, making her eager for more.
A minute later he stopped, to which she looked up at him lovingly. Eragon stared at her, it was an interesting change for both of them to be in this position. Saphira was not used to being upside down. An interesting thought occurred to Eragon.
“I wonder what you taste like?” Eragon said to himself, but Saphira heard him.
“Help yourself, little one,” she replied, laughing quietly. Eragon lay on his stomach and crawled up to her, until his face was right in front of her opening.
He brought his head down, the overwhelming scent from Saphira making him hungry for her. Saphira bucked a little when his tongue slowly slid across her lips before stopping to suck on her softly. Saphira almost threw him off in her waves of pleasure, so Eragon just held her tightly until she settled down.
“Please continue, Eragon,” she pleaded when she had regained control. Eragon returned to lightly licking her up and down the outside, before he thought about how to proceed. He looked at Saphira. There really was no other way to do this cleanly. Saphira’s vagina was large, and he would have to put his whole face into cleaning her out.
Shelving his dignity, Eragon put his forehead down on her belly and pushed his tongue inside of her. Saphira moaned loudly as Eragon licked her pussy walls. He had to push his nose in a little to reach fully inside of her, she was that large. Holding his breath he buried his tongue deep within her, lapping up her juices greedily. Eragon loved the taste, and she just kept producing more and more. Saphira shook a little as Eragon invaded her snatch with his mouth, sucking and licking her internally. Saphira was lying back, panting softly now as her rider and lover sated her needs.
Spreading her further with his fingers, he was able to taste her deepest regions, enjoying the rich, sweet flavor they provided him. Saphira bucked her hips a little as Eragon finally reached an extremely sensitive zone. With his mouth, tongue and a bit of nose buried inside her, Saphira arched her back and let loose a shattering orgasm.
Dragon juice squirted over Eragon’s tongue and chin and leaked out between his body and her scales. He drank it all eagerly, never having enjoyed a liquid so much in his life. Saphira keep it coming for a while before she slowed down, satisfied by her rider. Eragon finished drinking and lay back, licking his lips. He looked at Saphira and she laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Eragon asked her. She responded by leaning forward and wiping his chin with her claw, which came away soaked. Eragon laughed as well, and allowed her to lick his face clean of her juices. Eragon wrapped his arms around her neck and hugged her fiercely.
“Thank you, Saphira,” he said to her gratefully.
Eragon was finally happy that he had gotten to share his body with his dragon, and best friend. Saphira was just as content, still feeling the effects of the orgasm she had just had. She looked at him with deep, blue eyes and began kissing him again, both of them lost in wild passion for one another. Saphira could taste herself on his tongue.
When they broke apart Eragon lay his head against hers and held her close to him. His thoughts wandered back to the many moments he had shared with Saphira, the conversations, the dangers, the highs and the lows. He smiled as he remembered when Saphira burst through into the chamber where the sorceress Trianna had tried to seduce him. He knew now her reasons, and loved her all the more for it now that he understood. Saphira was watching his thoughts carefully, enjoying the fact that Eragon was as pleased with being with her as she was with him.
Eragon scratched her scales absent-mindedly, looking back down at her underbelly, spying her still-dripping pussy. He slid down slowly Saphira looked to see what he was doing. He took a decent amount of her fluids onto his hands and began to massage them slowly onto his re-hardened cock. By the time he was fully lubricated his cock was throbbing painfully again, waiting for relief. Saphira looked at him, realizing what he wanted to do.
“Saphira,” Eragon said quietly, “Would you do me the great honor of allowing me to take your virginity?”
Surprised and pleased by his up-front request, Saphira replied happily, “Mate me, Dragon Rider.” With a quick nod Eragon re positioned himself so he was lying down on her stomach, straddling his legs over each side of her body. Saphira purred a little in pure joy, and Eragon heard the noise through her massive body. It was music to his ears, to hear her so content, so glad to be with him.
He took his slick member in his hand and rubbed it down her scales ever so slowly, stopping at the top of her awaiting opening. He took the time to tease her, sliding up and down the outside, dragging the shaft along her velvety entrance. He rolled his cock over her continuously, using one of his fingers to rub her sensitive nub.
“Eragon, are going to insist on teasing me all day. I have half a mind to roll over and force you to take me!” Saphira snorted and tossed her head a little.
Eragon smiled and replied, “You wouldn’t, I know, and anyway it looks as though your enjoying it.” He pointed to the fluids easing themselves out of her opening and all over his body. He was slipping on her now, his rubbing becoming easier as his whole stomach was now covered with dragon liquids.
Finally, after many agonizingly pleasurable minutes for both of them, Eragon decided to put his dragon out of her misery. Taking his stiff meat in his hands, he pushed the head into her needy pussy. Saphira lifted her head to look at her rider penetrate her. Eragon didn’t realize how slippery he had become and his hands slipped on her fluids, causing him to fall on his chest and push his cock right in to the hilt instantly.
Saphira let out an ear-splitting roar as Eragon broke her hymen and pushed in deeply. She thrashed for a little while, Eragon holding on for dear life as his dragon writhed under him.
“Eragon,” she moaned when she had settled down, “that was amazing! You feel so good inside of me, little one.” Eragon grinned and felt her muscles contract around his length, squeezing his throbbing length pleasurably. He waited until she was ready while she massaged him inside of her body.
“Easy, Saphira, or I may not last long,” Eragon warned. Saphira stopped herself and allowed him to get a good mounted position.
“Are you ready,” he asked Saphira.
“Take me, Eragon, claim me for yourself.” With a swift movement he pulled out of her and thrust in again, marveling at how large she was inside. He could thrust in fully without much resistance at all. Still, with the pleasure from Saphira bouncing across their mental link it was most likely the best sex anyone had ever had. He entered her at an increased pace, a large plopping sound coming from the sheer amount of fluid he was passing as he took her.
Saphira closed her eyes and allowed her thought to mingle with Eragon’s. She could feel all of his movements as though they were her own, and so could Eragon for hers. He grabbed her tightly as he pushed himself to the limits of his ability, mating her like there would never be another chance.
“There will always be another chance, Eragon,” Saphira mentally reminded him. Eragon smiled at this and pushed harder, pleasure begging to overwrite his mental functions.
Glad that she would always be there for him, Eragon drove himself in hard, her body allowing him to use her as he would. He was so close to his orgasm, and Saphira knew it.
“Eragon, I want to feel your semen inside of me, can you help in this regard?” Eragon picked up the pace, slamming into her, giving it his all. She looked down between her legs to see the shaft of Eragon’s lovely cock appearing and dissapearing into her body. She thought it looked fantastic and wished Eragon would stay there forever.
FInally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pushed back in for a final time. Burying himself inside of her, he released his pent up load. Saphira breathed a small plume of fire as ropes of his creamy spunk coated her insides. Saphira couldn’t take any more and let loose her second, powerful orgasm, her muscles milking his cock for everything he had. Eragon groaned as his thick seed shot deep inside his dragon, entering her body and spreading internally.
Saphira lay back as she rode out her orgasm. Eragon couldn’t believe the strength of her pleasure, communicated to him by their powerful mental link. It was so strong now it felt as though they were one being, not two separate entities. Their love could not have been tighter at that moment, and Eragon knew it would be like this forever.
They lay there for some time, backing in the afterglow of their passionate union. Saphira was content to let Eragon stay inside of her for as long as possible. His erection slowly shrunk and he pulled out with a soft plop, more of their combined cum dripping off the end of his meat. He looked at her and slowly slid off her body, his whole front literally covered with his dragon’s emissions. He wiped himself to no avail, so Saphira rolled back onto her legs and aproached him, licking the last of it off.
Eragon looked at her underbelly, not surprised to see a steady drip coming from under her tail. He had expected that. Saphira lowered her head and Eragon climbed on her back after slipping back into his clothes.
“I love you, Saphira,” Eragon added affectionately.
“And I, you,” the beautiful blue dragon replied seriously, never having been more certain of any fact in her life.
“What do we do from here?” Eragon asked inquisitively.
“Well, I’m not sure. We could return to the elves, they would never have to know. We could keep this between us.”
“I think that would be a good idea, not coming out about it.”
“We may be shunned permanently, Eragon, so I agree it’s for the best.”
“So Saphira, how did you think I measured up to a dragon?” Saphira grinned before replying.
“Well, you performed admirably. I couldn’t imagine a better partner.”
“You’re just saying that,” Eragon accused her.
“Look at my thought, you know I speak truly, Dragon Rider.”
Eragon knew, and sighed.
“Will we do this again, Saphira?” he asked softly.
“Every moment we get, Eragon, every moment we get.”

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