Teen

Ashlee’s story

It was spring vacation, I was 13, and I had decided to spend my spring vacation playing basketball. I found a league that held a program and I signed up. On the first day, I put on my new basketball shorts, a T-shirt, and basketball shoes. I brushed my long, straight dirty blonde hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. I examined myself in my full length mirror. With my straight blonde hair, big green eyes, long lashes, b-cup tits, flat stomach, and long legs, I was naturally pretty. I grabbed my water bottle and walked out the door.
When i got there, I put my bag in a locker and started shooting around. I loved basketball and was pretty good at it, so in no time, I was winning knockout against the older boys. As I bent down to pick up a basketball, I saw a few of them staring at my ass. I quickly straightened up and tried to ignore them. But when I turned around and saw the most gorgeous boy looking back at me. He had messy dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I smiled back at him, shyly, and softly said, ” Hi, I’m Ashlee”. He replied, “Cute name, I’m Nick”. We talked for a bit, and I found out that was currently going to the school I was starting next year. He was sweet and cool and ridiculously hot. The other guys flirted with me but I barely noticed that they were there.
Later that day, after lunch I was looking for the bathroom when I heard some of the guys talking in an empty room. I stood in the next room, and by pressing my ear to the wall, I could hear everything they were saying. They were first talking about COD and other video games but then Jack, a tall black haired boy, said “Ok, we can all agree that Ashlee is fucking hot, right?” The other guys agreed and then another boy named Ben said, “Seriously, bro, I want to throw her onto the floor and fuck her brains out until she’s screaming my name and leaving scratches down my back.” “Definitely,” Jack agreed, ” I bet she would be good at giving head”. I didn’t really want to hear anymore, so I walked away. But not before I heard another voice and my jaw dropped when i realized it was my coach Anthony saying, “Her tits are so perfect, it’s kinda hard to pay attention”. The boys laughed at this and shuddering, I slipped quietly away.
I spent the rest of the day avoiding eye contact with any of the guys, especially Anthony. When it was 4 and finally time to go, I felt relieved. I slipped outside to walk home and saw Nick standing with Jack. I wondered if he had been a part of their pervy conversation. “Can we walk together?” I heard Nick ask. “Sure,” I blurted out. Jack muttered that he would walk with us and they walked on either side of me. We talked about basketball and school and I tried to forget what I had heard.
The next few days were really fun and eventually I forgot they had ever said anything and just focused on having fun. On the last day, I put on lacy pink and white panties with a matching bra and my basketball clothes, and pulled my hair into a loose braid.
I walked inside the basketball place and realized I was early. I sat on a bench next to Nick and we talked. A few minutes later, he grabbed my hand and we sat there like that, with me trying to control my racing heartbeat. When the other guys came and it was time to go upstairs to the court, he dropped my hand, and I was felt disappointed but didn’t want to get teased by Jack. We walked upstairs and coach Anthony closed and locked the door behind us. This surprised me because he had never done it before. I was thinking about this when I heard a crash next to me and jumped back as 3 guys tackled Nick to the ground tying his wrists with rope. “What the hell?!” he shouted. I was about to run over there but before I could, Jack grabbed my shoulders and tied them behind my back in the same way he had done with Nick. I screamed but his hand quickly covered my mouth. “What do you want?” Nick asked. “Don’t worry bastard, we don’t want anything with you, we just want Ashlee. We tied you up because we figured you would defend her against what we are about to do”, Jack answered. My face must have paled because Jack laughed and said,”Sorry babe but your sin is being too pretty for a 13 year old”.
The guys holding Nick tied his arms to a pole and Jack pulled me into the center of the gym. “Everyone who can make a free throw shot can feel her up and go down on her,” he said. He dropped me onto the floor and grabbed a basketball. He made it in easily and walked back over to me. He yanked my shirt over my hand and pulled my shoes and shorts off, so I was standing there in just my bra and underwear. Jack looked me over and I saw a bulge in his pants as he did so. He pulled my bra off, and I tried to struggle, but he was just too strong for me. My tits bounced forward and he caressed them, rubbing them and pinching my nipple. He brought his moth down to them and he licked and sucked on my nipples, eliciting a moan from me. This encouraged him and he sucked harder until I could feel my panties getting wet. He slid his hand down my panties and slipped a finger into my tight, bald pussy. He rubbed his finger up and down my clit, making me shiver with pleasure. He pushed me up on to a table and kneeled on the ground. He pulled my panties off and pushed his tongue deep into my cunt, making me gasp. He licked and nibbled on my clit until I came, releasing my sweet juices all over his tongue. He then stood up, leaving me completely naked for everyone there. The other guys walked to the free throw line but coach was the only other one who made it because they were so nervous. He took me into the back room and with a huge boner he felt up my tits and pushed three fingers into my cunt. He then went down on me, flicking his tongue in and out and making me cum.
After this, Jack pulled down his pants and his huge dick flopped out. He ordered me to give him head and shoved me onto my knees, slapping my ass. I brought my lips around his head, and slowly took his entire length into my mouth. Crying, I flicked my tongue along the tip of his dick and gently squeezed his balls, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. I deepthroated him until he shot long ropes of cum down my throat. He finally released his grip on the back of my head and i sat back, crying. Ben came over and pushed his cock into my mouth and rubbed my tits as i went down on him. When he came, he pulled me to my feet and shoved me into a little room and brought Nick in there too. “You can rest for a few minutes, but get ready to ride me when you come out,” Ben snarled.
I collapsed onto the floor, rubbing my wrists where the rope had cut into them. Nick ran over to me and put his arms around me. “Are you okay?” He asked. I just cried harder and he hugged me whispering,” I’m sorry, Ashlee”. I laid my head down on his chest and just lay there. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed the top of my head.
After a few minutes of this, the door banged open and Ben pulled us out again and tying Nick to the pole again said,”You can have full view of your little girlfriend”. Laughing, Ben pulled me toward him. He pulled down my panties and pried my legs apart. He positioned his 8″ cock at the entrance of my pussy. I struggled and begged him but he didn’t let go. Slowly, he slid the head in until he felt my cherry. He quickly thrust forward, popping my cherry and causing me to cry out in pain. He thrust in and out so hard that his balls were slapping against my ass. His cock started rubbing against my clit and I tried to hold back my moans, thinking they would only encourage him. After a few minutes of this, he came, shooting his cum deep inside me.
He pulled himself off me and he handed me over to Jack. Then Jack walked over to where Nick was awkwardly sitting. He untied him and said,” Let’s see how macho you are, we’re gonna double pound her”. His eyes widened and I paled. “Just leave her alone, Jack, haven’t you done enough to her already?” Nick pleaded. “Hell no, let’s go”, Jack laughed. Nick pulled his pants down and slowly slid his thick, long cock inside of me, making me gasp with pleasure. Then I felt Jack pulling my ass cheeks apart and slowly sliding the head of his huge cock inside. He thrust the rest of it in quickly, making me scream loudly with pain. With the two inside of me, I felt very full and kind of turned on. They both thrust into me in a sort of see-saw motion and after a few minutes, both shot long ropes of cum into my ass and cunt. Exhausted, we all flopped onto the floor. Nick kissed me and whispered in my ear,”I’m so sorry that I had to do that to you”. I just kissed him back and clutched him closer. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was 4 and sighed with relief. “You have to let me go home because if I’m not home in time people will come looking for me,” I said triumphantly. Jack reluctantly stood up and untied me, handing me my clothes. “Fine, you and Nick can go, but I know you won’t call the cops, because if you do, you’ll always be known as the girl who was raped, and nothing else. And if you do, I will hunt you down, I promise,” Jack threatened. Frowning, I thought this over, and realized he was right. I couldn’t ever tell anyone, it would just be my and Nick’s secret. Nick pulled his clothes on too and we walked out the door, holding hands, never to come back to this terrible place.

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harry potter revisited 7,8,9

Voldemort’s Revenge
Harry was standing in a dimly lit room with Voldemort and Malfoy (Drako) standing in front of him. Malfoy was naked against the wall with chains holding his arms into the air. Another two chains on either side spread his feet apart. Harry looked around and noticed he was in a sort of dungeon used for tortures.
“You failed me Drako. If it had not been for Snape,” Voldemort nodded at Harry, “Dumbledore would still be alive. Although you did find a way for my death eaters to get into the castle. For that I will not kill you but, I do have to set an example out of you.”
Harry realized at once that he was inside of Snape’s head. Harry found this odd considering Snape was great at Occlumency. Harry put this out of his mind and paid close attention to Voldemort. Voldemort then seemed to pull a nine-tail whip out of nowhere. He raised it above his head and brought it down across Malfoy’s chest. Malfoy looked as though he was going to scream out but he held it in. Voldemort raised the whip again brought it down in the other direction. The two whips left a cross on Malfoy’s chest. Harry started felling sorry for him then remembered Malfoy was the main reason Dumbledore was dead.
A third time the whip was brought down, then a fourth. Voldemort then laid down his whip and took out his wand. Harry then saw Malfoy drop to the ground as the chains released him. Voldemort lead Malfoy over to a table in the middle of the room. Malfoy was made to lie on top of it face down. Chains sprang up out of nowhere and held Malfoy into place. There was one around his waist, another around the top of his back and a third one holding his legs down.
Harry/Snape mover around to the front of Malfoy and took his dick out and shoved it into Malfoy’s mouth. He opened his mouth willingly because he knew his master was watching him. Voldemort took his wand and shoved it into Malfoy’s ass and left most of it sit inside. Without any words, Harry figured he did it nvbl., the wand started spinning around in his ass. Malfoy sucked harder on the cock in his mouth, probably trying not to scream.
Snape felt a build up in his balls and grabbed the back of Malfoy’s head and shot his load deep into his throat. Voldemort then pulled his wand out of Malfoy’s ass and gave it a real wipe down before releasing him. Malfoy just laid there as Harry and Voldemort walked into the other room talking.
“So is everything set at Hogwarts for my arrival?” Voldemort asked Harry.
Harry Felt himself responds but it was not his words being spoken, “Yes my lord. Your spy had no problems getting in and I am receiving regular reports. Harry Potter showed up but, I have been informed he and his troublesome friends are set to leave tomorrow for Godrics Hallow. So he should not be any trouble for you.”
After Voldemort turned and left with a smile on his face, a death eater Harry did not recognize walked in. His cock was still hanging out in the open from earlier and she just dropped to her knees and stuck it in her mouth. He felt the same sensation her felt with Ginny but this was better, much better. She seemed to know what she was doing because his cock grew faster and harder than before.
Harry rocked his hips in and out of her mouth as he grabbed a hold of her head and gently fucked her face. With each stroke he made it deeper and deeper down her throat until he felt her nose come in contact with his hair. She picked up speed and drank his entire cock each time. He reached down and cupped her breasts in his hand careful not to interrupt her. She had nice big round breasts with hard nipples sticking up so he took each on in between his fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze.
She stood up and placed her ass on top of the cool, metal table with a little surprised jump. He walked in between her legs and positioned his cock at the opening. He pushed as hard and fast as he could in and out of her pussy. Her back made a squeaking noise, along with the metal sliding on the stone floor, there was noise bouncing off every wall with echoes. He knew some one could hear him but he did not care so he pushed harder and faster.
He grabbed her hips and slammed into her as hard as he could spilling his cum into her womb. He pulled out and walked away leaving her there like nothing had happened. He walked into a room across from the old one and went over to the sink. He looked down at the water basin and splashed a little water on his face before looking up. There was a mirror staring him in the face but, it was not his face it was Snape’s.
“Enjoy your self Harry? Now get out.” Snape said to the mirror.
Harry woke with a jerk which made his cock slide out of Ginny. Harry thought that there would be no reason to go to Godrics Hallow, there would probably be an ambush waiting there for him. He fell asleep to the thought of what he was to do now. Should he stay at Hogwarts and wait for Voldemort to come to him or should he seek out Voldemort and kill him before he had a chance to get to the school. He would have to discuss it with Ron and Hermione in the morning. Harry also wondered why Snape had allowed Harry into his mind. Was this part of the whole plan or what?
The next thing Harry felt was Ginny getting off his lap and he heard catcalls from other students. Harry had left his glasses on when he fell asleep so he just had to open his eyes. He saw students walk past staring at him and exiting through the door. Ron and Hermione jumped up and quickly ran to the dorm room while Harry and Ginny did it slowly. After getting dressed they all met down in the common room.
“Who is head of Gryffindor now that McGonagall was now head mistress?” Harry asked Hermione because she was the only one who actually listened.
“Her name is prof. Watson and she is the new defense against the dark arts teacher. A prof. Radcliff will be taking over Transfiguration.” Hermione told him.
Harry just lowered his head in acknowledgment and told them that he wanted to miss breakfast and head out to the black lake because he had something to discuss with them. They headed out the front door and down to the lake where Harry explained to them what he had dreamt.
Hermione spoke up first, “It has to be a trick. Why would Snape show that to you? That has got to be their plan to keep you here so you don’t go looking for them.”
Ron looked at her for a second and responded, “But what if it’s not a trick what if that was their plan and there is someone here at Hogwarts helping out Voldemort.”
Both Ron and Hermione had gotten used to saying Voldemort without much fear.
“He can’t be that powerful if you can keep defeating him, no offence.” Ron had told him over the summer
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They all sat there contemplating on what to do next.
After a while, Ginny spoke up, “I think you all should stay here and,”
Hermione interrupted her in mid sentence, “Yeah we all know what you want already”
Ginny gave he a dirty look then started again, “Like I was saying, I think you should stay here and protect the school. What if it was real and they plan to attack the school now that Dumbledore is gone. Granted we do have all these teachers here but, the prophecy did say only Harry could defeat him. Plus we don’t know who the spy is so we have to really watch the new teachers.”
Harry thought Ginny had made some very good points and agreed with her. In the end, they had all agreed to stay at Hogwarts. Just then, Harry noticed a person walking out to the lake. Harry stood up and put his hand in his robe and wrapped it tightly around his wand. He then released it when he saw that it was Prof. McGonagall.
“Harry Potter I need you to follow me to my office. There’s some important items we have to discuss.” she told him.
She then handed Hermione, Ron and Ginny their schedules after checking Ginny’s o.w.l results. Ginny had also decided to become an auror. Harry then followed prof. McGonagall up to the castle and into her office, which had been changed from the likes of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore’s Will
Harry walked into the room and sat down in his regular chair. Harry looked up and saw Dumbledore’s portrait staring down at him. The portrait gave him a little smile and a wink. Prof. McGonagall went around to the back of the desk and sat down. After rummaging around for something, she pulled out a piece of parchment.
“We have found Dumbledore’s will and you were mentioned in It.” she began. After a moments pause she continued, “He left you a few of his belongings including the sword, pensive with a few bottles and this locked box. He stated in his will that you would be the only one able to open it.”
Harry thought this a little weird because Dumbledore did not tell him anything about opening a box. He just stared at it with a puzzled look on his face. After a few seconds of thought and examining the box McGonagall spoke up again.
“Now Harry I know that Dumbledore told you not to tell anyone about where you went that night.” McGonagall got up and walked around the desk to Harry.
She stopped in front of Harry and bent over putting a hand on each of the arms of the chair. Harry could see straight down her robes. Her breasts were small and perky and if Harry looked hard, he could see some sparse, dark hair down by her pussy. She seemed to notice where his eyes were but just stayed there.
Harry cleared his throat. “That’s right prof. there is only a couple of people that know and Dumbledore told me that they had the right to know but I should tell no one else.”
Harry said with a little dryness in his voice. McGonagall stood up and pulled her shoulders out of her robes. She then let the robes fall to the ground. Now for being 70, she the body of a 20 year old. A skinny, small breasted, light-tanned 20 year old but never the less. She then bent over and pulled Harry’s robes up past his cock, which was now as hard as it could get.
“Are you sure you can’t tell me?” she said but before Harry could give her a response she took it into her mouth.
Her mouth was nice and warm. She started moving her tongue around the head. Harry grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down onto his pelvis. He could feel her nose tickle the hair above his dick. Harry moved her head up and down as fast as he could get her to go. McGonagall released his cock and turned around sticking her ass in Harry’s face. Harry grabbed a hold of her hips and shoved his face between her cheeks. He drove his tongue into her hole and got a moan in response.
Harry had a decision to make should he stick it in her ass or her pussy. He felt her pussy juices drip onto his chin and decided he wanted the pussy. He grabbed her hips and brought he down and impaled as much as he could into her pussy. She started rotating her hips in a circle and was moaning loudly. This had caught the attention of the portraits, which were now staring at them. Harry heard a couple of comments like “Wow I wish I could have gotten away with that when I was in charge.” and even “Hey Dumbledore, he’s lasting more than you.” Harry thought this comment was a little weird but now McGonagall was sliding back and forth along his cock.
Harry could not stand it anymore and wanted to pound this pussy raw. He stood up and with out coming out of her pussy, he pushed her face down onto the desk. Harry grabbed her hips and pulled his dick most of the way out and pushed it as fast and as hard as he could. He moved him hips as fast as he could sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. She was drying out so Harry pulled his cock out to the edge of her pussy and spit onto his cock. He pushed back in which was a lot slicker than before.
Harry could fell the pressure building up in his balls. Harry then picked up speed and started pushing harder into her. They were pushing the desk into the back of the room and every other thrust they had to take a step. This felt so good to Harry that he did not want to stop moving but he knew that he was about spent.
Harry grabbed her hips and held her still as he unloaded his cum stream after stream into her, “Sorry prof. but I still can’t tell you.”
Harry gathered up his newfound positions and left back to the dorm room. He entered to it being deserted because of classes going on at the time. He sat the pensive down and realized he did not know how to use it. He had always been pulled out whenever he finished.
He searched through the box of memories and he came upon a note at the bottom that stated, “To return from whence you came, jump to the stars and things will be the same.”
He thought it a little weird be he kept that in mind. He started picking up bottles of silver liquid, which had been labeled, and read each of them. “Prophecy, Bob Ogden, Horcruxes (Slughorn) and one bottle labeled Minerva.” Harry knew the later one was prof. McGonagall’s first name. There were other bottles here but most of them Harry did not recognize the names on them. He took the locked box into his hand and examined it.
There were two side-by-side circles on the top with inscription right below it. It was in a language he did not understand. He just sat there staring at it when the door opened and Ron, Ginny and Hermione walked in and sat down next to him.
“So what did prof. McGonagall what with you?” Hermione asked him
Harry told her about the will and everything that was left to him.
“So he said only you could open the box?” Hermione asked.
Harry told her, “That’s what the will said anyways.”
Hermione just sat there thinking about what it could mean. Harry showed her the inscription on the top of the box and she did not know either. However, she did promise him that she would find out for him. Hermione stowed the box into her bag and set off for the library before her next class. Ron followed her to help her look in books. Harry and Ginny meanwhile went through the rest of the bottles of memories when they heard the bell ring for the next classes.
Ginny helped carry everything up to Harry’s bed and they went back down to their classes. Harry had different classes than Ginny so they went off into different directions. Harry took off for his D.A.D.A class. Ron was sitting toward the front of the room and flagged him down. Harry took his set right next to Ron. He looked around the classroom and it looked about half-full as usual. Harry heard the door close behind them and before he could turn around a hand was on his shoulder and the new teacher was standing there looking at him.
“This is you final year here at Hogwarts.” said prof. Watson as she continued to the front of the room “This year we shall be getting you ready for the outside as best as possible. Now I know some of you are heading off to auror training.” she gave Harry a little nod “and some will be heading other places. I hope each of you is a real tribute to where ever you end up. Now This will be your toughest year yet. We will be studying advanced magic and even some dark magic. Now for some practical magic. First off I will be teaching you how to repel Dementors.”
With this Harry, Ron and two other people snickered. Harry turned around and saw Cho and Neville sitting at opposite ends at the back of the room. Two of the several Dumbledore’s Army left in school. Either the rest passed through school or their parents decided it was to dangerous to send them back. Harry knew what they were laughing about; he had taught them the Patronus in their fifth year at school.
“And may I ask what is funny about Dementors?” prof. Watson asked them.
Harry figured since he was the one who taught them he decided to stand up.
“Well prof. I taught Ron sitting here and Neville and Cho back there” Harry nodded to them. “the Patronus two years ago. I had set up a D.A.D.A class so I could prepare people for Voldemort,” most people gasped at this and dropped quills “when we had a horrible teacher.” Harry held up the back of his hand.
She looked un-convinced with Harry’s story so she told him to produce the Patronus. Harry pulled his wand out of his robe, put the thought of him and Ginny in the bathroom into his head, and said aloud, “Expecto Patronus” and a silver stag erupted from the end of his wand and did a couple laps around the room and disappeared. Ron, Neville and Cho all stood up and produced their patronuses for the teacher. The rest of the classroom oohhed and awed at the site. Even the teacher looked impressed.
“Well then you four can help out with the rest of the class.” the prof. told them.
Considering there was only five other people to be taught they each took a partner. Harry got a Ravenclaw he had seen around school but never talked to. Neville was actually one of the first to be picked. A Hufflepuff with short red hair and was a foot taller than he was. Ron got a Gryffindor boy Harry had seen around in the common room and Cho got a tall stocky boy from Ravenclaw Harry had only seen a couple times. There was just one boy left and he was from Slytherin. The teacher got him.
After an hour, the teacher had called the class to a halt and told them all to practice. She then dismissed the class and asked Harry to stay behind for a second. Harry nodded to Ron and told him that he would meat up with him at lunch. After the door was closed Emma (prof. Watson) asked Harry to enter her chambers. Harry followed closely behind her and could smell blue berries emanating off her. Harry entered and closed the door behind him. He then sat down in a chair in the middle of the room. Emily walked around her desk and removed her robe to hang it up. She was wearing a white halter-top and a black skirt that went down slightly above her knees.
“I asked you in here because I wanted to ask you what you taught your friends so I can make some arrangements.” she told Harry but he had just noticed that he could see her nipples through her shirt.
Harry stared at her breasts while she gave him a puzzled look, followed his gaze and noticed her nipples plain as day. She looked back at Harry a notice he had built a tent inside his robe. She grabbed the bottom her shirt and raised it above her head. She had tits that would make Pamela Anderson jealous. Each breast was the size of Harry’s head. His jaw just dropped to the floor. Emma walked around the desk and shoved one of her breasts into Harry’s open, awaiting mouth and Harry complied with her. He took her nipple into his mouth and tried to see if he could milk it. When he found it was dry Harry took his tongue and erected her nipple. He took it in between his teeth and bit down hard enough to get a moan.
He raised her skirt and rubbed her clit with his finger. She was really getting wet now. So he slipped two of his fingers into her pussy and curled them to try to find her g-spot but was un successful. Emma pushed all the items off her desk and hopped up. Harry got down in between her legs and inserted three fingers. Even that did not seem to work until Emma grabbed his wrist and told him to ball up his fist. When he did, she shoved his hand deep into her pussy. Harry pulled and pushed his hand inside of as if it were a cock. She leaned back across the desk and bent her knees up so she could position her feet onto the desk.
“Faster! Show me why you are the chosen one.” she yelled out as Harry picked up speed and shoved his hand into her until he hit a wall and then retracted. After a minute or two, Emma grabbed his hand and held it still. Harry looked down between her legs and received a face full of cum. Harry was shocked because he had no idea that that could even happen. Harry withdrew his hand and considered putting his dick into her. It was just that if his fist would fit in her and he probably would not feel much pleasure with his cock.
Harry lifted her legs onto his shoulders and grabbed his cock, sliding it around her pussy to get it nice and wet. Harry positioned his cock at her ass hole and grabbed her hips. Harry pushed as hard as he could and it plopped it in. He got a pleasant moan from his teacher as he pulled back. He drove it home again and Emma arched the small of her back. He continued to pound away into her for what seemed like hours. In reality, he had not been at it for more then five minutes.
Harry sent stream after stream into her ass. When Harry withdrew his cock, his semen just flowed out of her ass. He pulled his robe back down and sat back into the chair as his teacher got up and threw her robe on. She walked around the desk, sat down and continued talking as if nothing had happened. Half an hour later he left her office, headed down to lunch, and sat next to Ginny. She then leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips as she sniffed him.
“What’s that I smell?” She asked him and Harry got nervous because he figured she was smelling pussy on him.
She continued, “It smells like blue berries.” Harry felt relief and explained he was hit with some spray as he walked by a group of girls.
After lunch and a few classes in the after noon they all went to the library and sat down at one of the tables. They piled a stack of books in front of each of them with titles like, Ancient dialect and forgotten languages.” but were un successful. They set off for diner after dropping a few books off in their rooms. After diner how ever Harry was as tired as he had ever been and apologized to Ginny before heading up to bed. Ron stayed down stairs because he was still wide awake. After dressing and laying down he passed right out dreaming of Ginny and him in the bathroom.
Pensive Adventure
Life had gone on over the next couple of weeks. Harry and Ginny made a couple of trips to the prefects’ bathroom and a couple of times invited Ron and Hermione to join them. They still had no success with finding out what the writing was or even how to open the box. About a month after arriving at school the four of them decided to take a trip down to the lake. They all took their usual seats, Ginny and Hermione between Harry and Ron’s legs, and was taking turns examining the box. All of a sudden, a snake came slithering out of the water towards them. None of them looked worried and Harry told the snake to go back to the water.
Hermione had been holding the box and screamed, “Harry it glowed just now.”
Harry took the box from her and examined it carefully. It just looked the same to Harry as he twirled it around.
“It happened when you told the snake to go away so try talking in parseltongue to it.” Hermione told him.
Harry just shrugged and figured why not they had tried everything else. Harry say it down and in parseltongue told it, “open says me” Harry figured he would be comical about it. However, there was nothing comical about it, the box glowed a deep purple color. The writing on the box was now readable. It said, “yoU Seek rEvenge in The sHadows, fEel Love and yOu Could Kill voldEmorT”
Hermione reached into her back and pulled out a quill and a piece of scrap parchment and jotted down the words before they disappeared. Hermione sat there, read, and reread it repeatedly before gasping.
“Harry do you still have the locket you and Dumbledore thought was a Horcrux?” Harry told her it was up in his room. She started crossing off letters until “USE THE LOCKET” were the only letters left. They all jumped up and ran up into the castle. It was right before curfew so they had not came across anyone. “Dinglebit” they all said to the fat lady and climbed inside. Harry hurried up into his room and opened his truck to search for the locket. He had found it right next to the looking glass his godfather had given him. He hurried back down stair without putting anything back and sat next to Ginny.
Harry opened the locket and tried putting it onto each of the circles on top. The box popped open a crack, after a little jump from Ginny, Harry opened it up all the way. Inside was the actual locket, the ring Dumbledore wore last year and a piece of parchment rolled up. Harry grabbed the parchment and read it. After reading it, he decided to read it aloud after checking no one else was around.
“Harry if you are reading this then that means my plan is going as planed. I left you the ring and locket, which were the only two Horcruxes I found. Yes, I know you are thinking what that locket inside of the cave was. Regulas Black, Sirius’s brother, left that locket. I knew he had taken it but I need to take you to the cave for my plan to work. I had to appear weakened for when the death eaters attack the school. Regulas had taken it shortly before he was killed. I found the Horcrux locket in Grimmuald after Serious died. I know also that you are mad at Snape right now but you need not be. He killed me on my orders. He had made an unbreakable bond with Narcissa and if he had not killed me, he would have died. I made Snape promise me that he would carry it out if Draco could not do it. He is more important than I am for your survival.
Along with this box, I have left you the pensive and all the memories you need to find the other horcruxes. Three have been found already and four are left. One is in the Voldemort still walking around and Snape knows where the other three are. I believe in you Harry and you can kill Voldemort. You are the only one you can. Please stay at school and the rest will come to you in the following days.”
Harry finished reading the letter and looked around at everyone to get their responses. He could not see any; they just had blank expressions on their faces.
Finally Hermione spoke up, “So Snape killed him because he told him to. That must be why he was pleading with Snape when he killed him. He was begging for death so that Snape could live.”
Harry just stared at her and started registering what she had said. Snape was actually still good but how could Dumbledore do that. He was more important to him than Snape was. Snape hated Harry for what his father and godfather did to him in school. What had happened after school to make things change?
Everyone went off to bed alone tonight to ponder what they just found out. Harry sat on his bed thinking and he noticed the pensive sitting on the foot. He had put it there when he was looking for the locket. He pulled it close to him and peered inside. All he saw was water boiling on top. He reached off the bed and grabbed the box of memories. Harry started picking up each bottle and putting them to the side as he read them.
“Tom asks for job, Harry recalling Voldemort’s return, Snape’s remorse” Harry stopped with this one still in his hand and read it over. He grabbed at the cork, pulled it off, dumped it into the pensive and watched it swirl around inside. Harry then plunged his face into the cool liquid air. In and instant he was pulled inside and landed right next to Dumbledore. Harry felt a happiness come over him until he realized it was just a memory. Harry looked around and saw Snape sitting down across from them.
“If I had any idea what the prophecy meant I would never have told the dark lord. James and I have had our differences in the past but I did not want him dead. He saved my life and I must be grateful for that. Lily was the best person I knew, she always tried to befriend me when I was always so mean to her.” Snape then broke into tears and continued, “Pleas forgive me Dumbledore. I will do anything to make it up to Harry when he becomes of age. I am the reason he has to grow up without great parents.”
Dumbledore rose up and went over to Snape, he laid a hand onto his shoulder and told him, “I believe you have remorse for what you have done. Harry is going to need looking after until he comes to school. I have already taken the means of having lookouts posted and he is covered by old magic for protection. I need you to come to my school and teach.”
Harry knew the memory was over and thought about what he read. He bent slightly at the knees and gave a little push upward. He landed back on his bed in front of the pensive. He looked around and noticed everyone was still asleep. Harry decided to take another trip into the pensive. He went through the bottles until he came across, “Teaching Susan” Harry pulled the cork out and poured the contents into the pensive. Harry was standing next to Dumbledore behind his desk. There was a young girl of maybe 15 or 16 sitting across from them.
“You wanted to see me prof.” the girl said.
She was pretty with strawberry hair and nice firm breast Harry could see poking out her white, Weird Sisters, shirt. She had two little dimples in her cheeks and wore wand shaped earrings in her ears. Harry noticed a small mole sitting on her cheek, which just made her look better. It was like a beauty mark.
Dumbledore spoke up; Harry had forgotten he was even there, “Yes I wanted to talk to you about your O.W.L.S. It seems here that you want to be an auror but you failed D.A.D.A. So I wanted to talk to you about taking a different career path.”
She started crying, “I wanted auror, its all I’ve ever wanted to do since I was a kid. Everyone in my family are aurors and if I don’t get in ill be the disappointment of the family. Is there anything I can do to fix this?”
Dumbledore just sat there staring at her without speaking. She stood up and walked around his desk. Dumbledore rotated his chair se he was looking at her as she walked. She stopped jut short of the chair in between his legs. She looked down and noticed a bulge underneath his robes. She slowly got down onto her knees and positioned her head above the bulge while pulling his robes up.
A 10 inch cock was sitting on his lap soft and lifeless. She took his cock into her hands and gently messaged it up and down the shaft. She stuck her tongue out and gave the head a little lick which got an immediate response. Now being half erect she took his cock into her mouth and sucked on the top half of it. Harry knew she could not take his entire length into her mouth. Just then she slid her head all the way down impaling his entire length down her throat. There was a look of shock and amusement on both Harry and Dumbledore’s face.
Harry saw the entire cock disappear repeatedly into her mouth making sucking sounds with each stroke. After Dumbledore, now Harry, was completely hard she stood up and slowly let her robes fall to the floor. She turned around and reached in between her legs grabbing a hold of Dumbledore’s cock and placing it into her pussy. Harry went around and got in between her legs to watch and see if it ripped her in two or not.
As she slowly lowered her body Harry could see the cock disappear without and problems. Her pussy stretched curved inward as the cock slid in. She was so wet Harry could see her juices rolling down Dumbledore’s cock. Before he knew it, the entire cock was gone inside her pussy. She slowly moved her hips up and down on top of his cock.
She started screaming as Dumbledore grabbed her hips and forced her down harder and faster, “ouch it hurts but yet it feels soooo god, harder”
Dumbledore wrapped his around her waist and stood up with his cock still impaled in her. He turned so her body was resting on top of his desk and her ass sticking in the air. He grabbed her hips and slammed her into the desk With each thrust Harry could se and hear the desk moving with each thrust. He took his cock out of her pussy and Harry figured Dumbledore was done until he reached over to his desk and opened a drawer. He reached inside and pulled out a tube and squeezed some of its contents onto his cock and stroked it to spread the liquid around. He took his cock into his hand and placed it to her but hole. He slowly pushed as Harry thought it was not going to fit when Dumbledore grabbed a hold of her around the waist and rammed it all the way in.
“Ahhhh, shit” she screamed as he hit home
Harry was astonished that she did not rip open right then. Harry looked at the expression on her face which looked like pain and pleasure at the same time. He could see a single tear running down her cheek but there was a smile all the same. Dumbledore rammed his cock into her ass but it only took a few extra strokes before he pulled it out and squirted all over her back. When that happened she lowered her face onto the desk and gave a muffles yell as she had her own orgasm.
Dumbledore grabbed his wand and without speaking cleaned her up and she was dressed before she stood up and took her seat while he talked to her, “Well the only thing I can do is give you private lessons all year and have you retake the owls at the end of the year. Now it will be hard” he gave her a little smile and wink before continuing, “ and enjoyable at the same time but I think I can teach you some good things.”
She jumped up and ran over to him giving him a hug before leaving out through the doors. Dumbledore just sat there and smiled. The memory ended and Harry was back on top of his bed looking around. Harry figured that once the memory ended it kicked you out.
He dipped the bottle into the pensive and extracted the memory. Harry was now horny as hell and did not know what to do. He figured he could just go down and take a cooling bath. He picked up his invisibility cloak and map before leaving. Harry had thrown the cloak over himself before leaving the room in case someone was still in the common room. He crept down stairs and started for the portrait when he heard a noise in the corner. Harry looked and saw a first year girl sitting in a chair.
Harry crept over to her without making a sound. As he got closer the fire in the room made her glow in a reddish orange color. Harry could tell she was a third year girl he had seen around he thought her name was Amber or something like that. When he got closer he could smell the sex she was emitting from her pussy. He looked down and noticed she was driving a wand in and out of her pussy moaning with each stroke.
Sweat beads dripping down her forehead onto her cheek and ending on her chin. Harry got down on his knees and looked in between her legs and witnessed a liquid foaming around her wand as she slid it out. Harry withdrew his cock and gently stroked it in his hand with the cloak getting in his way. She took the wand out and inserted it into her mouth and sucked all the juices off. Harry too this opportunity to extend his cock outside his cloak by lifting the bottom and wrapping up so just his cock was sitting there floating in mid air.
She had her head laid back moving her wand in and out of her mouth so Harry inched his floating cock closer to her pussy. He reached the opening and slid just his head inside when she froze and opened her eyes looking around. Harry froze there staring at her until she decided it was nothing and closed her eyes again. Harry took a chance and pushed with all of his might and plunged his entire cock into her. She did not open her eyes this time, she only laid there moaning.
“Fucking ghosts, get me every time I do this, it is probably headless Nick again.” She said as Harry just stood on his knees with his cock buried in her.
Harry, after a little giggle she could not hear, slid his cock in and out of her pussy with nice long strokes. She was more slick, wet and hot than anyone else he had fucked in the last two years. Harry kept his strokes at a long steady pace so he could keep this sensation as long as he could. Harry, however, just witnessing the sex scene with Dumbledore was already primed with wanting to cum. He took one last stroke and exploded his hot cum into her womb where he hoped she would end up pregnant.
After pulling out his cock and sitting for a seconds, she fell asleep afterwards, he got up and headed to his room. As he reached the bottom of the stairs however he heard someone coming toward his from the stairs so he hid on the side of the door way so he would not get bumped. After a few second Neville came stumbling down the stairs in a half sleepy state and went over to the bathroom that was right next to the half naked girl but he did not seem to notice.
Harry started back up the stairs as he heard Neville finish. After a couple of steps he could not hear him coming and turned to look at Neville standing over the half naked girl with his cock in his hand lightly stroking it above her face. When he put the head to her lips she separated her lips like she had been waiting for it. Harry turned and set off for his bed because he knew if he did not leave not he would never leave. Harry climbed into bed and closed his eyes thinking of the great day he had.
Ginny was on her back completely naked and Harry was driving his cock in and out of her pussy. Harry looked up and noticed they were fucking in the great hall on top on the teachers table and everyone else were sitting down at their tables cheering them on. Harry looked back at Ginny and noticed she now had a cock in side of her mouth. Harry looked up and saw Snape standing there face fucking her. Snape withdrew his cock and sprayed his cum all over her face which turned Harry on and he let his load inside of her pussy.
Snape finally spoke up, “Nice dreams Potter, now come with me.” he said grabbing Harry by the arm as they both walked through the crowd they both tried putting their cocks away.

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rosario vampire

Study Session
Moka is about 5’ 3” amazing dd cup breasts and very curvy hips
Tsukune is 5’ 9” slim with a little muscle tone
I hope you like it!
FYI
The BOLD words in the story is Inner-Moka speaking to Outer-Moka
Hearing a knock at her door, Moka excitedly jumped up and closed the distance to the door in one leap. She was expecting her friend, Tsukune to be at the door, she had invited him over to study for an exam. In preparation for this little study session Moka had pulled out all the stops; she had made copies of her notes to share with Tsukune, had plenty of snacks to keep them focused, and to top it all off, Kurumu had detention and Yukari-chan was busy with school, giving them the intimate study session Moka wanted.
Moka opened the door and smiled as she took in the sight of her study partner. He, too, was smiling and Moka couldn’t help but blush as she breathed in his scent; the scent of the only human attending the Youkai Academy for monsters. Moka continued to stand by the door, her long pink hair falling into her beautiful face slightly hiding her green eyes from view as she ushered Tsukune into her room. Not only was Moka beautiful, and smart, she was also extremely kind; kind enough to be taking the time to help him study! He stared at her face before his eyes fell to the rosary that she wore around her neck. It was the only thing about Moka that Tsukune had to get used to; the fact that Moka was a vampire.
Whenever the rosary was removed she transforms into a vampire for that is every bit of terrifying and powerful as the outer Moka is shy and kind. Tsukune couldn’t believe his luck as he walked into his friend’s room. Tsukune was average in every way; from his mouse brown hair and eyes to his mundane b- average, the only thing that set him apart was his willingness to endure a bite every now and then when Moka became too thirsty. This was partly because Moka was the only one at the academy that knew he was human, but mostly because Tsukune was infatuated with her and couldn’t possibly tell her ‘no’.
“Thanks for having me over, Moka ! I really do need all the help I can get.” Tsukune said, taking off his backpack and placing it on the floor.
Moka waved off his thanks with a smile. “No, really, Tsukune! This is my pleasure! If you do better at the midterms, you’ll be happy and that will make me happy as well!”
For a few minutes the only thing they said were “Moka” and “Tsukune” as the pair continued to smile and stare at each other. Finally, their lovey-dovey moment was broken by the sound of a microwave chime.
“Oh! I made us some snacks!” Chirped Moka, as she placed two drinks and a bowl of popcorn on her table and sat down. “I guess we should start studying then.” She said, blushing once more as Tsukune sat down beside her; close enough for her to hear his shallow breathing. Moka turned to face him and her eye caught sight of a vein on his neck. Her heart rate began to quicken the longer she gazed at his neck, so she shook her head and tried to focus on the task at hand; teaching Tsukune history.
After a while, Tsukune’s focus was starting to fade. Moka-san was a great tutor, but his head was full of random facts and all of the snacks were finished. Tsukune could tell that Moka was fading too. She kept losing her train of thought and he also noticed that she was giving him some weird sideways glances.
“Say, Moka-san, would it be okay if we took a break? I feel like my head is gonna explode!”
Moka shook herself out of whatever daydream she was having about Tsukune’s blood. “Oh! Yeah, Sorry Tsukune! I didn’t mean to overload you!”
“No, no! I just figured it would be good to take a break so I DON’T get overloaded. You’re doing a great job!”
Moka hid a small giggle as she watched her friend try to defend himself. Still somewhat amused, Moka stood up with the empty popcorn bowl and started the way to the makeshift kitchen when Tsukune stood up as well.
“Moka-san!” He exclaimed rushing toward her, “I’ll do that!” He made to grab the bowl out of her hand but tripped on the edge of the table, running into her on knocking the two of them into the ground. Because of the way they had fallen, Tsukune was lying in a heap on his back and Moka was sprawled on top of him. The two of them shared a mutual ‘ow’ and began to move, trying not to aggravate the places they had just hit.
Moka raised herself to kneel over Tsukune. “Are you ok?”
Tsukune leaned on his elbows so his face was just below hers. ” Ya, I think so.” He said as he winced in pain. He had hit his head on the corner of the table and a small trickle of blood was slowly making its way down his forehead. Moka brought her face just inches away from his, intoxicated by the smell of his blood. She placed one of her hands behind his head and closed the distance between his cut and her mouth and slowly licked at the trail the red, hot liquid was making. Tsukune’s eyes widened in shock as Moka snuggled her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
“Moka-san, what are you-?”
“Tsukune, I’m sorry, your scent-” She sank her teeth into his neck and moaned as she began to drink. Moka positioned herself on top of Tsukune, straddling his waist to give herself more leverage as she continued to enjoy her meal.
Tsukune groaned and tried to push her off of him. “Moka-san! You’re drinking too much!” Try as he might, Tsukune couldn’t break the grip Moka had on him. As a vampire, she was extremely powerful and Tsukune was weakening by the second. The minutes passed by exceedingly slow before Moka released her prey. Breathing heavily, she wiped at the blood that dribbled out the side of her mouth.
“I’m soo sorry Tsukune! I didn’t mean to- Tsukune?” She stopped talking, realizing that something was wrong. While Tsukune was usually tired and pale after one of her ‘meals’, right now Tsukune was not moving and his face was dead white.
“Tsukune! Tsukune, please wake up!” She cried as she tried to shake him awake. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she began to fear the worst. What have I done? She thought to herself. I’ve killed him! Moka sat on the floor next to Tsukune’s motionless body when the rosary on her chest began to speak, projecting the steely voice of the inner-Moka to the room.
“It seems you took more than he could handle.” She said, sounding slightly amused.
“This isn’t funny! What have I done?” Moka cried, her hands covering her face.
The voice coming out of the rosary sighed, and Moka could almost see her other self rolling her eyes in annoyance. “What does he matter, anyways? He’s served his purpose to us now.”
“No!” Moka wailed. “I can’t lose him, he’s my friend!”
“I do have to admit, there isn’t anyone else that will provide us with adequate company and nourishment. Very well, there is a way to save him, but we’ll have to act quickly.”
Moka dried her eyes. “Tell me what to do.”
After listening carefully to the rosary, Moka lifted Tsukune’s listless body and bit him once more; but instead of draining the last few drops of his blood, she bit her tongue, drawing blood, and injected it into him. According to her rosary, injecting him with her blood should revive him, but might have some type of side effects. At the moment, Moka wasn’t concerned with anything other than getting her friend back. She sat back and placed Tsukune’s head on her lap. Minutes stretched by and Moka was afraid that it hadn’t worked when the body leaning against her began to stir.
“Tsukune! Are you ok?”
Tsukune shuddered against her before sliding the rest of the way to the floor, his body shaking. Moka’s eyes widened in fear as a strong presence filled the room. Tsukune stopped shaking and slowly sat up. Moka reached her hand out to touch him but stopped when she saw the change in his face; his teeth had had turned into fangs and his eyes were blood red and he had silver hair.
“Tsukune-?”
“Moka-san.” He whispered, slowly rising to his feet. “What did you do?”
“I’m really sorry!” she started, standing up and walking toward him. “I…….I………I think I…. turned you into a vampire”
Tsukune lowered his eyes. “You just took what you wanted.”
Moka stared at the floor, unable to look at his face. “I know. But I think you’ll be okay now! I hope…” she trailed off. Tsukune closed the distance between them in a few steps and roughly grabbed Moka’s arms.
“You took what you wanted from me.” He restated, his red eyes flashing and a hint of a growl in his voice. “Now you’ll let me take what I’ve wanted.” Moka’s green eyes widened as Tsukune pulled her in close and crushed her lips with his, passionately kissing her.
Several seconds passed by before Moka began to relax into his kiss. With everything that had happened, didn’t he deserve something? And wasn’t this something she had wanted all along? Moka placed her hands on his sides and kissed him back. Satisfied with Moka’s change of heart, Tsukune nipped at her bottom lip, softly tugging and biting. Moka inhaled a deep breath and Tsukune seized his chance and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He swished his tongue against her teeth and gums until he found her tongue, silently challenging her to match the movements he was making with his. Moka hesitantly swished her tongue against his, causing him to resume ravaging her mouth with his tongue. Tsukune began to press himself against Moka, causing her to walk backward until she felt her back bump against the wall. He fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, opening it in the front. His hands began to slowly roam over her body, as she placed her arms around his neck. He broke his mouth away from hers, brought it to the bend of her neck and began to kiss and lick there as he moved his hands to Moka’s back.suddenly he bit her bringing a slight scream to her lips. He slid his hands under her shirt and savored the feeling of her skin as he slowly moved them up until he came to the clasp of her bra. He hesitated for a split second before undoing the clasp. Moka gave a small gasp as Tsukune slid his hands under her bra and squeezed her breasts. He removed his hands from her shirt as he captured her mouth with his once more.
This time she parted her lips, allowing his tongue entrance. He removed her from the wall and the pair slowly made their way to her bed. Moka lay on her back, shirt open, her long hair spread out behind her like a fan. Tsukune removed his school jacket and shirt before climbing onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours over Moka’s body, one knee between her legs. His eyes intense, he leaned in to take another kiss as his hand found her left breast. Using his thumb, he slowly rubbed the area around her nipple, causing her to moan into the kiss. Smirking, Tsukune lowered his mouth to her other breast and flicked the nipple with his tongue. He continued to do this as his other hand lightly massaged her.
Since Moka was preoccupied with the attention he was giving her breasts, Tsukune moved his other hand down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt, unnoticed. He slid his hand under it and cupped his hand against her pussy; the only thing separating his fingers from her was the thin lining of her panties. He started to rub his finger against her clit. He was satisfied with the moan she let pass her lips and the growing wetness that he could feel through her panties.
Moka placed her hands on Tsukune’s back, loving the feel of his skin. Feeling the way his muscles shifted when he moved, she softly dragged her nails across his flesh, eliciting moan from him. He swiftly slid the panties off of her and threw them unceremoniously on the floor. He bent his head down to kiss her as he slid a finger inside of her. She moaned, so he added another finger and slowly began to move then in and out of her. Moka broke away from the kiss, gasping for air.
“Tsukune!”
“Just relax Moka.” He said as he used his thumb to massage her clit. Tsukune continued his slow pace.
“Ooh! Please!” she moaned, wanting more. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of her dripping wet slit. “No! Please. Tsukune!”
Tsukune leaned back on his knees and looked at the girl spread out in front of him. He quickly unzipped his pants and pushed them down, revealing his 10 inch cock. Moka’s eyes widened.
“Before you get any more, you have to kiss my cock.”
Moka pressed her lips to the swollen tip and felt a bit of liquid. She licked her lips to taste it and was surprised by the saltiness. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of his member. It smelled like flesh and sex, and blood. She pulled him closer and licked the tip. Tsukune’s eyes rolled back into his head a little. Moka smiled and fit her lips over the tip, sucking him in. She twirled her tongue, earning a moan from him. Taking him in all the way, she sucked and flicked her tongue, moving her head so that he was going in and out of her mouth.
“God, Moka. I love the way your mouth feels.” Tsukune roared, and began moving faster. For Moka, having him inside her mouth was like sucking on a blood lollipop. Every second Moka was consciously trying not to bite. She could feel more blood flowing to his throbbing cock and couldn’t take it anymore. She ripped her mouth away from him before she could hurt him. Tsukune whimpered with the loss of contact.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t think you would like it if I bit you!”
“You’re right.” He growled. “So I’ll just have to put it somewhere else.”
Tsukune shifted back and aligned himself with Moka’s hot pussy. Putting one hand to massage her breast, he used the other hand to guide himself into her. Moka groaned. She felt stretched in ways she never had before. The feeling was a little painful but, hell, she was a vampire; she lived on pain. Once Tsukune was all the way in, he pulled out a little.
“You’re so tight. It feels amazing.”
He pushed back in, moaning. He brought his free hand down to draw circles against Moka’s clit using his fingertips as he began to move steadily in and out of her. Moka began to breathe heavily as Tsukune moved within her, stretching her, pleasing her.
“Oooh!” She moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His thrusts began to pick up speed as he began to get closer to his release. The force of his movements, coupled with his fingers playing with her clit, caused Moka to go over the edge. She climaxed, yelling his name. Tsukune felt her pussy walls constrict on his cock as she rode out her wave of pleasure, and this pushed him over the edge. He released inside her moaning, and then pulled himself out of her dripping core. He rolled to his side, gasping for air.
They laid there for a few minutes, recovering. Tsukune was the first to get up. He pulled his pants on and searched for his shirt. Straightening, he leaned over and kissed Moka sweetly on the lips. She looked up at him, her body still radiating from the blood she had taken from him and the orgasm he had just given her.
“I hear we have another test next week.” She said, trying to sound innocent.
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Really?”
Moka sat up, leaning forward toward him. “Yes. We’ll need to study harder.”
Tsukune smiled and kissed her forehead.
“We can study whenever you want.”

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Pale Blue Eyes (revised)

Hey guys, i revised the story and fixed some grammar, added some more detail in the sex scene, and fixed some inconsistencies. Comment for part 2 give a positive vote too. i need feedback so i can write the second part.

Runaway Princess

In the days of yore, there once existed a wonderful land where fairies granted wishes and wizards cast spells. Magical creatures enchanted forests and plains and rarest of plants were enjoyed. Men conquered men and pillaged lands. Great cities were built in all their glory and fallen to weakness. Empires rose from dust lead my great men creating myths and legions.
One great man that existed had now slowed down from his days of battle and heroism on the field. He is now writing a new history of politics. In the castle of Eroma, Lord Thalanger ruled over his kingdom and lands near and far. His current situation put him between two sides of a war between Camden, just north of the Gore mountains and Dormar, due west of Eroma following the Great Pison River. Staying neutral to both sides, Thalanger dare not disturb any of the commitments and alliances of with neighboring kingdoms that are now joining on either side of this world conflict.
The fighting started when Prince Heralamin’s father was poisoned by wine sent as an adversary gift supposedly from a small neighboring land. News spread that Dormar controlled this small land. Allies of Camden attacted Dormar as a rebellion force. Newly named king, Heralamin and his army declared war on Dormar only after reports of independent armies of Dormar started pushing back boarders of defenseless lands.
Lord Thalanger sitting on a giant just as powerful as either Camden or Dormar, he waits for his move. Reports from both sides poured in on the current conflict. Thalanger had more important things to deal with. With a large spread war, thieving and border conflicts erupted from the far south forests to past the mountains of Gore. Eroma was now the central of balance for everything other than the war. If that wasn’t enough to keep Lord Thalanger busy, he always had domestic problems to deal with, particularly Emerelda.
Emerelda, the step niece of Lord Thalanger held the standing of High Princess in the Land of Eroma. She was the fairest of any of the ladies and only sixteen. She was in high demand of the men, but a tease. Gorgeous beauty, delicious hips, smooth, silky skin, long, blonde hair, she was a goddess. Men chasing after did not know her like her ladies in waiting and her step uncle knew her. To the world she was a quiet beauty, enchanting and delicate. In the eyes of Thalanger, Emerelda was a bundle of fun and excitement. She was spontaneous and very energetic.
Wild and carefree, she made trouble for her ladies in waiting. To them she was a brat who wasn’t put in her rightful place as often as she should be. Thalanger could never hurt his goddess, so that opportune was always instructed to a trusted knight of the king, always a right hand man.
Any friend or main man of the king was, of course, after Emerelda’s hand in marriage. She knew this, and was very embarrassed when ever one was sent to deal with her. Emerelda didn’t think it right for these strangers to her to see her in such an indecent manor, a manor that was only reserved for her husband, when that time should come, and her ladies in waiting.
“No, uncle, please no, I’m sorry. It wont happen again. I promise. I really, really mean it this time.”
“Just like the last time and time before that?” Thalanger, clam as always, reasoned with his niece. She, however, was begging for mercy and running circles around him, trying to convince him of her future intent.
“No, I really mean it this time. I promise,” hold her hand in the air, stern faced, eyes close pledging, “I will never distract another stable boy from his daily duties again, ever, I promise. There. May I go, Uncle. I love you.” The princess’s charm may have gotten her out of murder for anyone else, but not Lord Thalanger.
“NO! Now, listen to me, I will send someone up soon. I recommend you retire to your quarters now before you anger who ever it will be.”
“But Uncle, do you not want me to be happy. Do you not want me to smile?”
Ignoring Emerelda’s innocent sounding questions, “Dinner will be sent to your private quarters. But supper will be survived in the main hall. You are required to attend. We have visitors.”
“But…,” she started to plea.
“Go.” Thalanger now sat at his desk writing logs and reading news of the war. Out of frustration, realizing no change of getting out of what she doesn’t think she deserves, she retreats to her room. Stomping off at first, her mumbles soon evolve into song and riddles. She is dancing and skipping through the castle corridors, knocking servants over.
“My Lady, Sir Calven awaits.” Lady Abigail enters the bathing room where Lady Dora brushes Princess Emerelda’s long hair. Spying at her reflecting in a bathing bowl in front of her, Emerelda prepared herself for the inevitable.
“Sir whom?” Straight faced and cocky she asked.
“Sir Knight Calven, he has just arrived shortly. He comes with King Abmute this evening for supper. Of the Demporth Region?” No matter what Lady Abigail says, Emerelda does not turn or respond. “Your Lady,” she curtsies and walks off.
“Leave me.” Emerelda excuses her Ladies and they exit her quarter. Emerelda stands and walks out of the bathing area and to the doors of her sleeping room. She slowly opens the door to discover a five foot eight, dark haired, fair skinned man on her balcony. His mud covered hands were folded neatly behind his back, boots shoulder length apart and his posture infallible. “Strip.” Sir Calven does not even turn to see this flower enter. Nervously she walks in and stand a few paces behind her discipliner. “I said strip.”
“I can not. I am unable to unlace the ribbons of my dress,” Emerelda whispers nervously.
“Are you unable to dress yourself, child?” Sir Calven remains at the window uncaring to Emerelda’s needs.
Silence.
“Well, speak up child!” He commanded, a little frustrated, in his low voice. Emerelda only stood there thinking of his muscular build. Who was this man? A future king? Just another commander marked for murder on the battle field? “Child?”
“Unable.” What did she care. She was going to give him care. Who did he think he was for telling her to do something.
“Turn around, child.” She did, and she heard his heavy boots do the same. She felt her pink dress being tugged at and rudely opened. Emerelda’s creamy skin was slowly exposed to Calven. Her dress would have fallen straight to the floor if she wouldn’t have caught it.
“Well, get on with it.” Calven backed up and sat himself down on her bed. How dare he. Anyone else would have half a mind to know that was absolutely unexcitable. To sit in one of her chairs would have been fine, or even to stand. But a male in this virgin princess bed! Of course Emerelda wasn’t going to say anything, not to him, and not now of course. Her uncle will later catch an ear full.
This teen beauty, facing the other way, slowly let her dress slid down, exposing the naked length of her body. Emerelda shivers with the breast from the open balcony window. Everyone in the open court yard will hear her screams. She faces the the same way as Calven, hiding herself. The princess modestly covers her genitals and breasts. Only after he gave her a good look up and down, the knight grabbed her arm first spinning her so they faced then closer to him. With both hands she was forcefully bent over Calven’s lap. SMACK
The punishment started already. This was different for Emerelda. Usually her discipliner takes time to glide their hands over her soft skin. Some start soft, to watch her jiggle, or just take a long time to embarrass by just staring at her bent over. The hard strikes begin as soon as she was in place. With every pounce Calven takes a firmer grip of her delicate waist. Emerelda is kicking and screaming and crying.
Calven smiles to himself as he starts to see white to pink and pink to red. Soon white hand prints emerge from the red globes. Emerelda’s flesh danced under Calven power. Still crying, whining and shouting, her kicks became more wild. Calven has never came in contact with just a strong willed little naughty girl. He had to admit that she seemed much older and their future would be alright.

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