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Thanking Harry (Ch. 2 - Grateful Romilda)
🕑 Added 2024-02-19 01:59:32 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+
Harry strolled through the halls of Hogwarts, feeling somewhat restless. A small smile spread across his features as he reminisced about the previous events involving himself and Daphne Greengrass. That had been his first taste of sexual ecstasy with a woman, and now he couldn't wait for their next patrol together. It seemed ages away though; two whole days until they were scheduled to meet again. Harry sighed deeply, wondering how he could possibly fill these empty hours without succumbing to boredom, now that he had experienced the pleasures of the female mouth.
As he continued walking, he heard a faint voice calling his name. He turned around to see Romilda Vane, waving at him. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her cheeks were flushed. Harry raised an eyebrow and walked towards her.
She was dressed in her usual school robes, her skirt hiked up slightly, revealing her long, slender legs. Harry couldn't help but notice the way her hips swayed as she approached him. He had always found her attractive, but she had always been a bit too dismissive of his friends, and so he had never really given her much thought. Today, however, things felt different. Perhaps it was due to the recent awakening of his manhood, or perhaps there was something else drawing him to her, he wasn't quite sure.
"Harry, I'm so glad I caught up with you. I need your help!" She lowered her voice to a whisper, casting a quick glance behind her, as if she were trying to hide something. After he was granted the title of Head Boy, the students were encouraged to approach him whenever they needed assistance. But somehow, Harry doubted that this was the kind of help she required.
"Sure, Romilda, what is it?" Harry responded, furrowing his brow.
Romilda bit her lower lip, taking a deep breath before speaking. "It's embarrassing, really... I wouldn't ask anyone else for help, except... well, you know, you're the Head Boy." Harry managed to suppress a smirk, curiosity peaking. Was this another opportunity? Would he get lucky twice in one week?
"So, what seems to be the issue?" Harry asked gently, masking his impatience.
She hesitated, looking left and right nervously. "Well, there's this... problem area here..." She pointed vaguely at her inner thigh. "And I was hoping you might take a look. You seem knowledgeable enough when it comes to medical matters."
"Romilda, I think you should see Madam Pomfrey regarding issues of pain like these. I'm sure she can assist you much better than I ever could. My area of expertise doesn't exactly lie in that field." Harry offered her an apologetic expression.
Her shoulders sagged slightly, disappointment evident in her gaze. "But I can't go to Madam Pomfry! What if someone sees us talking about it? They'll laugh at me, or worse, make fun of me! And besides, I trust you, Harry. I know you won't judge me. Please, please, just take a look. For me?"
Harry sighed, knowing he couldn't deny her request. "Alright, fine. Let's go somewhere a bit more private where we can discuss this matter further. But just know that I am not making any promises."
Romilda let out a sigh of relief, her bright grin returning. Together, they made their way to an unused classroom, secluded from the main halls. As the door clicked shut, Harry gestured for her to continue with her explanation.
Without hesitation, Romilda climbed onto the nearest table, swinging her legs back and forth anxiously. Harry watched her curiously, unsure of what would happen next. With a shy smile, she lifted her skirt, revealing the spot that caused her discomfort. To Harry's surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath her robes. Instantly, his thoughts derailed, focusing solely on the smooth mound between her legs. His heart raced, blood rushing southward as he imagined running his fingers along her folds, teasing her aching entrance, eliciting soft sighs from her lips...
His musings were interrupted by Romilda's voice. "Do you see anything strange, Harry? Can you tell what's wrong?" She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes.
Harry forced himself to regain his composure, focusing on the task at hand instead of the tantalising sight before him. "Well, you do seem to be experiencing some inflammation in the area... but I can't be sure of the source without examining it more closely. May I examine you further, Romilda?"
She nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wider, giving him a full view of her glistening folds. Harry gulped, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers. He stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to touch her.
As he gently brushed his fingers against her slick entrance, Romilda gasped, her back arching off the table. Harry's heart pounded in his chest, the room suddenly feeling hot and stuffy.
"Yes, that does seem to be the problem area," Harry murmured, his mind racing with desire. His thumb circled her clit, watching as her pussy fluttered and her breath hitched. "It seems to me that your entrance is clenching tightly. It could be due to a lack of exercise... perhaps you require some... stretching?"
A devious smile spread across his face as he raised an eyebrow, hinting at the double meaning behind his words.
Romilda stared at him with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. "Y-yes, stretching sounds wonderful, Harry. If you think that stretching out my entrance will help me feel better, then please, don't hesitate!"
Harry chuckled, deciding to play along. "Very well, since you insist. I suppose I shall have to guide you through these exercises personally. After all, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself during the process."
Grasping her thighs, Harry positioned himself between her legs, inhaling her scent as he prepared to initiate their makeshift physical therapy session.
"Ever heard of the full nelson stretch, Romilda?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Before she had time to respond, however, he had wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling them towards him and bending her in half until her knees were either side of her breasts. Her skirt fell away completely, exposing her fully to his hungry gaze. Her pussy looked impossibly tight, the skin around her entrance stretched thin. Harry's cock stirred, eager to fill her, to stretch her wide and deep.
"I-I don't think I've ever done that one before, Harry," Romilda stammered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"Perfect," Harry purred, pressing his clothed crotch up against her exposed pussy. The rough fabric of his trousers abraded her sensitive flesh, causing her to moan softly.
"Now, just relax, and breathe deeply," Harry instructed, his voice low and sultry. He started grinding his hips, rubbing his crotch against her swollen slit, desperately seeking friction. He longed to hear her cry out in pleasure, to feel her writhe beneath him as he pushed her beyond her limits.
To his delight, her moans grew louder, her head rolling back as her body responded to his advances. Harry's hands moved to her ass, kneading the soft flesh as he continued to grind against her.
"Oh, Harry, this feels so good," Romilda whimpered, her fingers digging into the wood beneath her.
But there was something missing; he wanted to push deeper into her, to feel every inch of her walls contract around him. So, taking matters into his own hands, Harry unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall down to his feet. His hardened length sprang free, smacking against her slick entrance with a wet slap.
Romilda's gasp of surprise made his smirk grow wider. He pressed his cock up against her entrance, rubbing the tip against her slick flesh, hissing in pleasure as she moaned, shamelessly thrusting her hips up to meet his.
"It's fucking huge, Harry. Are you sure you'll fit inside me?" Romilda breathed, her voice tinged with amazement.
Harry felt like laughing at her response. Clearly, the girl was insatiable! Teasing her would only heighten the anticipation - for both of them. Holding onto his restraint, Harry started hotdogging her pussy lips with the tip of his shaft, watching as her entrance quivered with need.
Her voice broke through his haze of desire. "Fuck, Harry, I need you inside me. Please, I can't take it anymore. I want to feel you filling me up."
Harry's cock twitched in response, his balls aching with lust. "You're such a slut, Romilda," Harry murmured, pressing his lips to her ear. "Begging for my cock like that, so shameless and eager."
She shivered under his words, her whole body shaking with need. "Please, Harry. Give me what I crave. Use me like your personal little slut, like nothing more than a fuck toy to deposit your cum into."
Suddenly, Harry couldn't resist any longer. Pushing forward, he watched as the tip of his cock slowly disappeared into her dripping pussy. A guttural groan escaped his throat as he delved further, feeling her walls grip him tightly. She was impossibly tight, gripping him like a vice.
"Fuck, this feels good," Harry growled, his hips stuttering as he thrust deeper.
Romilda moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head. "More, Harry, please, I want more. I need to feel you buried to the hilt."
Harry chuckled, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper into her. "You're insatiable, Romilda. You want every inch of me, don't you?"
"Yes, Harry, yes!" She cried out, her voice breaking as another inch of his cock sank into her clenching depths.
Harry thought he was likely too large to fit entirely within her petite frame, but he did not care. All that mattered now was stretching her fully, taking the pleasure of watching her walls fluttering around him, massaging his aching length.
He began to pick up speed, fucking her with short, sharp thrusts that quickly turned into a steady rhythm. Romilda's moans encouraged him further, urging him to push her limits, to make her scream with pleasure.
Within moments, she orgasmed around his shaft, flooding his rod with her creamy release. Harry barely slowed, ruthlessly pounding into her over and over again, until she wailed out in bliss.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She screamed, unable to contain her ecstasy. Her arms flew above her head, grabbing at the air as if trying to stay anchored during her wild ride.
Harry grinned, relishing the sight before him. Her pale skin glistening with sweat, her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. He reached down, palming one of her breasts, squeezing it tightly as he pummelled her pussy, the softness of her flesh in stark contrast to the grip of her walls around his iron shaft.
He could feel his balls drawing up, the pressure building deep within him. He knew he was close, but he wanted to draw this out, to make her scream again and again. He wanted her completely ruined for any other man, completely addicted to the feel of his cock inside of her.
"Harry, I need you to cum. I need to feel your load spurting inside me," Romilda panted, her head thrown back, her eyes closed in desperation as Harry kept pushing her towards one intense orgasm after another.
It took everything within Harry to stop himself from shooting his load right then and there. He still had some self-control left in him, no matter how minimal. He slowly pulled out of her pulsating walls, ignoring her pleading whimpers. He withdrew so far that the engorged tip of his crown sat upon her reddened clit, gleaming with their combined arousal.
Their gazes locked, Harry held her gaze, daring her to beg for more. And beg she did.
"Please, Harry, I need you to fill me up. I need to feel your cum coating my insides, making me yours. I want to be your little slut, your fuck toy. Ruin me, Harry. Make me yours forever."
There was something about her confession that made Harry's resolve snap. No longer able to control himself, he lined himself up with her entrance and thrust deeply into her unprotected core. The force of his actions caused her to cry out, her inner walls milking him furiously as he rocketed towards his own orgasm.
She was gorgeous in her state of absolute vulnerability - lips parted, breath hitching, panting, lost in the throes of an organism that rocked her entire being. Her beautiful face, her pretty little tits, the pert pink buds atop the plump mounds of her breasts, and the perfect view of her pussy swallowing his massive cock... It all came together in a cacophony of sensations that pushed him closer to the edge.
Her eyes widened with surprise and lust, seeing him poised at the brink of his release. "Yes, Harry, yes. Fill me up. Ruin me, Harry. I'm yours now."
And ruin her, he did. Harry's balls contracted painfully as wave after wave of cum exploded from his slit, covering the girl's womb. Rope after rope of molten seed surged forth, spilling over her inner walls, painting them white as they warred with her heat. The more he filled her, the louder her moans became, a testimony to the effect he had on her body.
"Oh, Harry, yes! Yes, yes, yes!" She cried out, her voice hoarse from her endless orgasms.
As Harry pulled out of her slick tunnel, his final spurts arced through the air, the hot strands spraying her glistening body, leaving sticky trails across her stomach, thighs, and even her hair. His last shot splattered against her face, marking her cheeks and forehead with his essence.
As Harry's orgasm subsided, he let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Panting, he watched his masterpiece, his cum dripping from her body, her pussy still twitching with the aftershocks of her release. Romilda's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked up at him, the awe and wonder written plainly on her gorgeous features.
"Thank you, Harry. That was... incredible."
Harry smirked at her, taking in her swollen, flushed cheeks and her dazed expression, before getting dressed once more. It seemed that things were finally looking up, sexually at least. All he needed now was to keep this secret from Daphne, and maybe he even had a chance to bag her at the upcoming patrol. The future looked bright indeed...
