Bag of Depravity
patreon
Professor Potter: Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2025-03-03 06:59:37 +0000 UTCProfessor Potter
Chapter 17
They only made it two steps inside before stalling out. Hestia rose onto her toes, leaning in to capture Harry’s lips. His arms encircled her back. Hestia’s hands pressed against his chest. They kissed until they ran out of air, and even then only broke it off reluctantly.
Hestia sunk back onto the balls of her feet, looking shy. Her hands came up to her shoulders, delicately brushing off the straps of her dress. Harry helped, pulling the straps the rest of the way down.
Her dress slid off of her body, landing in a ring around her feet. Hestia crossed her arms over her stomach, looking away. She wore a cream-colored brassiere and panties. Her panties had a red heart on them, stitched on in the center. She was surprisingly athletic underneath her clothes, with a toned stomach and lean muscle. More evidence of her job as a duelist.
Harry wove his fingers around her wrists. Hestia looked startled as she felt him grip her, slowly guiding her arms away from her body.
“Don’t be shy, Honey,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Hestia blushed. She shut her eyes and stuck her tongue out, waiting for him to take it with his own.
Harry stepped forward, pushing Hestia back. Her back touched the door, while his grip on her wrists planted them beside her body. They kissed again, but with the door behind her, there was nowhere for Hestia’s head to escape to. Their tongues interlocked inside her mouth, eliciting a deep moan.
Harry slid lower. He trailed kisses down, beginning on her jaw before moving to her neck. He reached her collarbone soon after. Next was the center of her chest, then the cleavage above her cream-colored bra. Harry paused here, beginning to use his teeth. He made sure to leave a mark before moving on. When he reached her stomach and looked up, he found Hestia staring at the pinkish splotch on her body, mesmerized.
He smirked as he continued sinking lower.
By the time Hestia noticed what he was doing, Harry had reached her crotch.
“Wait, it’s not clean!” she said. “There was the duel, and I haven’t showered, and… and….”
Harry bit her panties right on the cross-stitched heart. He pulled them down with his teeth, bending forward until he’d brought them down to her knees. Hestia tried to cover her crotch, but Harry got there first.
He ducked under her, so that her thighs were resting on his shoulders. He could feel the panties he pulled down rubbing the back of his head. Hestia’s hands, which had tried to cover her crotch, only ended up grabbing the back of his head.
“Wait!” Hestia said.
Harry breathed in and exhaled.
Magic mixed into his breath as a wandless Cleaning Charm took effect. His warm breath ran along Hestia’s body, causing her back to arch and her hands to squeeze his head. Everywhere it passed over was scrubbed of any dirt and grime, unsavory odors replaced by a sweet floral aroma.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about,” Harry said. “Tonight, I’ll make sure you don’t have to think about a thing.”
He kissed her crotch until his lips sunk into the puffy skin. His tongue snaked out, diving inside of Hestia’s slit. The woman shouted with surprise. Harry got the feeling it had been a long time since she’d been treated like this. It might have even been the first time.
He held onto her hips while her soft thighs weighed down on his shoulders. His tongue lapped at her folds. Everywhere he touched made Hestia shiver. Soon, despite her initial protests, she’d begun driving her hips forward, grinding on his face.
“Honey!” she moaned. “Ohhh, Honey!”
Harry was pretty sure she said it without thinking, having grown used to calling him that after days of being undercover. But in this context it felt incredibly kinky, which only spurred him on.
He might not have been a Parseltongue anymore, but his mouth still remembered a few words, if you caught his drift. He flicked his tongue until it was practically vibrating. Everywhere he moved it, Hestia became drenched, gushing like her crotch was casting an Aguamenti Charm.
Hestia stroked Harry’s forehead, brushing aside dark locks of hair. Her face was twisted in the throes of pleasure, but there was an almost innocent look in her eyes.
“You’re getting dirty,” she said.
It was true. Her juices were running down Harry’s face, smearing across his cheeks and dripping from his chin. Harry would’ve told her that this was one of those times he was happy to be a messy eater, if his mouth hadn’t been so full.
The important thing was that Hestia was looking nowhere but him. She was completely focused on his touch and the things he was doing to her body. Oscar’s apartment, Amycus Carrow’s disfiguration, and her perceived failure as a duelist were completely off her mind for the moment. Harry planned to keep it that way.
Still flicking his tongue in short, rapid arcs, Harry shifted his focus to the top of Hestia’s slit. His tongue pushed past a fleshy hood, finding a coarse patch of skin underneath. Hestia’s breath caught. Harry squeezed her hips, holding her still as her clit came under assault.
Hestia screamed. It was a good thing the castle was nearly empty and that its thick stone walls were good for keeping in noise, because she let out a full-throated screech. The scream tapered into a more manageable moan, Hestia’s legs squeezing the back of Harry’s neck. She trapped his head as her body reflexively moved to keep him close.
“Honey it… I— Ahhh!”
Hestia hurled her head back. Her hips grinded on his face one final time, smearing her body’s nectar across his cheeks.
Harry’s head reared back as he captured a deep breath. He was grinning, juices still dripping freely off of him. When Hestia looked down, panting and trying to recollect her breath, he visibly swallowed, gulping down what she’d deposited inside his mouth.
“Thanks for the meal, Honey,” he said.
Hestia stared at him, her bra-clad chest rising and falling as she panted.
“I want you,” she said.
Harry smiled and stood up.
Hestia’s legs slid off his shoulders as he grabbed her bum to keep her up. He carried her to his bed, kissing the entire way. Hestia reached back, unclasping her bra, which flew off when he dropped her onto the bed.
Her pert breasts shook as she landed. She scrambled back until she was in the center of the bed, inviting Harry to join her. He planned to, but there was something to do first.
Harry lifted his shirt off. He unclasped his belt and slid it off his waist. Hestia watched every movement his fingers made.
When Harry pulled off his pants, Hestia excitedly patted the bed beside her.
“C’mon!” she said. “Come to bed already!”
Harry smirked as he crawled toward her.
He cupped her cheek, kissing her once more. He felt her fingers encircle the head of his cock with a delicate touch. When Hestia broke their kiss, she wore a look of determination.
She quickly moved Harry so that he was sitting up against the headboard. When this was done, she kissed him again, then started to trail the kisses down. It was an obvious attempt to mimic what he did for her, but she wasn’t completely sure what she was doing. When she bit his nipple, for example, she did so hard enough to make him wince.
Finally she reached his crotch. Hestia placed herself in between Harry’s legs, which were sticking out straight. She was almost in a fetal position, her face hovering behind Harry’s shaft.
“This looks uncomfortable, Honey,” she said. “Here, I’ll help you relax.”
Hestia had gone cross-eyed in order to look at Harry’s thick length. She raised her head, opening her mouth as wide as it would go to get her lips around him. Her slightly-curly hair bounced as she began bobbing her head.
One of Hestia’s hands looped around Harry’s shaft, rubbing him quickly. Her other hand dipped down, caressing his balls. Harry groaned, rolling his shoulders from the pleasure. Hestia had shut her eyes, completely focused.
“Bwah!” she said a few minutes later, pulling her head back and gasping for air. “Goodness. You’re so… thick, Honey.”
“I’ve been told,” Harry said.
“So wide…” Hestia’s hand twisted on his hilt, showing how she struggled to connect her fingers around him. “So big…”
“It can be a lot to deal with,” Harry admitted. “The rewards are worth it, though.”
“I imagine they are.” Hestia bent down, licking his head.
She slid her tongue in a circle, finishing by running her tongue over his slit. The first bits of precum were beginning to bubble out, and Harry could see she tasted it— Hestia’s mouth twitched as she smacked her lips.
The taste clearly excited her. Hestia began again with renewed enthusiasm. She bent forward, allowing a big glob of her spit to drip onto him.
She released his balls in order to bring both hands to his cock. Stacked on top of each other, they twisted back and forth. She took his head back inside her mouth, and this time she stared up at Harry as she did. Harry could hear her lips squeaking as they suctioned around him. He reached down, stroking Hestia’s shoulders.
She was absolutely beautiful. Her skin was just dark enough to be exotic, yet her brown eyes were ordinary in a perfectly relaxing way. She had a dusting of freckles over not just her face, but her shoulders and upper back. Harry would’ve liked to count each of them with his tongue.
His hand slid up from her shoulder and stroked her cheek. The delicate touch lit a fire inside of Hestia. Her lips tightened, while her head bobbed faster. He could feel her tongue working inside her mouth, prodding him fiercely. Harry sighed with pure satisfaction, though the noise quickly became a groan.
His erection flexed. He felt his arms tense, and barely managed to groan a warning in time: “Hestia!”
Hestia wasn’t quick enough. His loud emptied inside of her mouth, making her cheeks puff out. She jerked up, surprise written across her face. She brought a hand up to her mouth, prodding her puckered lips.
As her surprise faded, Hestia gradually relaxed. She smiled with her lips still closed. Then, she swallowed.
Hestia leaned forward, planting her hands on Harry’s muscular thighs. “Thanks for the meal, Honey.”
Harry stared at her.
“Do you have any competitions coming up?” he asked.
“Not for about two weeks,” Hestia said. “Why?”
“No plans for any hikes? No workouts?”
“I don’t think so. But… why?”
“I was just wondering if we should stop here,” Harry said, “before I take your ability to walk for the next week.”
Hestia shivered, her eyes widening.
“Merlin, you’re serious…”
Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her over.
She shouted and giggled as his strong hands pulled her hips and legs into position. He laid her down on her side, slotting in behind her.
There was a moment of stillness, like the calm before the storm. Both of them lay there in position, Harry’s tip poised at Hestia’s entrance. He could hear Hestia’s breathing. Her chest was moving quickly. She could feel his body at her back, and his tip pressing against her crotch.
Harry slid a hand onto her curvy ass, giving it a significant squeeze.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered.
Her tanned body curved in all the right places. She had a face blessed to break hearts, but a personality too soft to hurt a fly… so long as you didn’t include duels in that. Hestia felt his fingers on her backside and arched her back, jutting her rear out. That was an invitation if Harry had ever seen one.
He bucked his hips forward, entering her quickly. Hestia gasped.
“How’s that, Honey?” he asked.
“I… can handle it!” she said.
“Great!” Harry said. “Now it’s time for the other half.”
Before Hestia could react, he pushed the rest of the way inside of her. It was a tight squeeze even with her insides drenched. As soon as he was all the way in, Harry paused before he started thrusting, allowing her to get a feel for things.
“So full…” Hestia groaned.
Harry couldn’t help but smile. He pulled his hips back slowly and got started.
He stayed slow, but deliberate. Each thrust clapped against Hestia’s body. His hand slid along her side, stroking her smooth skin. He could smell her hair down to the coconutty scent of her shampoo.
“Just focus on me, Honey,” he whispered in her ear. “Pay attention to my body. Nothing else.”
She was way ahead of him on that count, if her moans were anything to go by. Hestia’s voice escaped as a series of warbling, wanton moans. Harry continued to move at the pace he’d chosen, drilling away at her depths.
The better she felt, the more likely she was to stay in the moment. And if she was focused on how good she felt, she wouldn’t be wasting time on futile worries. It wasn’t a permanent solution, but by the time Harry was done with her, she would at least have been able to get a good night’s sleep.
Hestia was a nice woman. That’s why the things they’d seen today stuck with her the way they had. But she would see worse before the war was up, and if she hesitated later, it could prove deadly. So Harry would help her how he could. He’d tire her out and give a little bit of rest. After that, it would be up to her to figure things out. He had faith she would manage it.
His hand slipped off of her side, moving down to her stomach. He rubbed Hestia’s flat tummy, pressing her skin down above where his cock was working. Hestia gasped, but not half as loud as when his hand moved lower.
His thumb found her clit. With a gentle touch, he teased the bundle of nerves, rubbing it while his manhood stretched out Hestia’s insides. Her head whipped to the side.
“Kiss me!” she said desperately.
Harry smiled and obliged.
The kiss was messy and amateurish. Hestia’s whole body was jolting when Harry’s hips delivered their thrusts. At first, her eyes were shut, but she opened them slowly, staring into Harry’s.
His thumb gave her clit a particularly effective flick. Hestia’s body tensed, orgasming as her folds contracted around Harry’s shaft. She winced, but still didn’t look away from him.
“Thank you,” she moaned.
She didn’t have to clarify what for. There were plenty of things— staying to watch the movie the way she wanted, discovering the Carrow Twins, saving her life in the duel, and maybe above all the others, continuing this odd roleplay of theirs to help her relax.
“You don’t have to thank me,” Harry said. “If I had to chance, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.”
Hestia’s eyelids flickered, and she moaned before collecting herself.
“Even… this?” she asked.
“Especially this,” Harry whispered right in her ear.
He pitched his weight forward, and Hestia rolled onto her stomach. His muscular legs lay on the outside of hers. Hestia let out her loudest moan yet as the new position allowed Harry to plunge to all new depths inside of her. The cheeks of her lovely rear jiggled and bounced as Harry's core muscles clapped against them.
Harry’s back was above Hestia, pressing down on her. He propped himself up on his elbows and looped his hands under her chin. Very gently, he pulled her face up, until she was looking toward the ceiling, kissing her from above.
His mouth was directly on top of hers. His tongue rubbed against hers, spit dripping down from his mouth into hers. His hips were moving even slower than they had been earlier, but taking him from behind was proving to be a whole new experience for Hestia, who had never felt a man so deep inside of her.
Their mouths separated. Harry pushed himself up onto his knees, still holding the underside of her jaw.
“Tell me what you want,” he grunted.
“I want this to never end,” Hestia moaned. “I want to feel you on top of me forever. I want to remember how good I feel right now for the rest of my life. I want… I want it all… inside!”
Harry looked into her brown eyes, brushing against her surface level thoughts, and caught an echo of that very morning. Hestia had set a cauldron to brew beside her coffee, cooking up a brew with a slate gray color— a Contraceptive Brew. She downed it before starting her morning.
Harry tuned out the rest of her memories, having seen what he was looking for. He grinned victoriously. Rather than speed up, a mistake an amateur might make, he continued to pound Hestia rhythmically. As Hestia’s voice rose, their pleasure approaching a crescendo, Harry made good on a desired that crossed his mind earlier— he ducked his head down and brushed his tongue along her back, tapping individual freckles one at a time.
“Harry!” Hestia screamed.
After hearing her call him ‘Honey’ for so long, the sudden switch to his name sent a bolt through his loins. Harry clapped his groin against Hestia’s ass, relishing the way it rippled.
He kept himself buried deep inside of her. Harry grinded without pulling back, gaining any final millimeters he could. This was how his orgasm flooded out, gushing thick white streams into Hestia’s womb.
He felt her toes brush his calves as they curled into little balls. Hestia moaned loudly, opening her mouth, and Harry kissed her again, his tongue surging into her mouth.
She came at the same time Harry kissed her. He could feel her thighs trembling after so many orgasms in such a short span of time. Slowly, Harry dragged himself out of her, turning around so that he was sitting against the headboard once more. As he caught his breath, Hestia laid her head on his thigh like a pillow. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Harry spoke.
“Do you think you can stand?”
“I don’t know,” Hestia said breathlessly, a sated smile on her lips.
She promptly squeaked as Harry pulled her into his lap, stroking her body again.
“Let’s get rid of any doubt,” he said.
Hestia’s giggle became a moan as he entered her again, this time from a new angle. The clapping of their bodies continued well into the early morning, before they finally passed out, their bodies woven together. If anyone had walked in on them then, they would’ve surely mistaken them for a real couple.
Comments
Catherine Colin
Where is chapter 18
