Dark Ages Prompt Table Fill #1
Title:Time After Time
Author:LRThunder
Table Used: Table 1: Knockturn Alley
Prompt(s) Used: Time Turner, incest
Pairing: Ron/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:1110
Content: [Spoiler (click to open)]Incest, explicit sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and associates. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary:She uses her mother's Time Turner to shag her father.
Author's Note:
POINTS:2 points
It was a cold night near the Burrow. Snow fell gently to the ground as Rose made her way to her grandmother's home. Only, it wouldn't be her grandparents' house, not yet. After all, it was only 1997 and she had yet to be a gleam in her parents' eyes.
Rose fingered the Time Turner that hung around her neck. When her parents discovered her theft, they would be angry. But she knew they would be angrier if they ever knew the real reason she had nicked the Time Turner. They wouldn't like the fact she was using it to try to get pregnant.
She could've slept with any wizard in her own time, but she didn't like any of them. The only wizard she fancied was untouchable: her father, Ron Weasley. Rose had taken the opportunity to eavesdrop whenever her parents had sex. She would use an Extendable Ear, then use Uncle Harry's Invisibility Cloak. She had even used the Time Turner to visit her parents' wedding night.
Rose loved the way her father made her mother feel. She envied her mother. She wanted him to make her feel that way as well. She wanted to feel his strong hands caress her breasts. She wanted to moan with pleasure as his cock thrust into her. More importantly, she wanted him to pull her bushy hair as he thrust into her waiting arse.
Rose kept a close watch on the Burrow. She knew he wouldn't be at the Burrow at this time, but would be nearby. The only question was his precise location. The snow began to fall harder as her watchful vigil continued. When she was finally ready to leave, she sensed movement near her.
"Hermione?"
Rose turned and saw her teenage father. His face transformed from happiness to confusion. "You're not Hermione, but you look like her. Who are you?" he asked, pulling a wand from his cloak.
"I'm a friend. I'm here to talk to you."
"How do I know you're not a Death Eater or a Snatcher?" he challenged.
Rose sighed and rolled up her sleeves. "I don't have the Dark Mark, silly. And as far as I know, Snatchers don't allow witches among their ranks."
Her father seemed to be satisfied. "Sorry, but I can't take any chances. Who are you again?"
"A friend."
He wanted to ask again, but Rose kissed him before he had a chance to open his mouth. His eyes widened and he tried to push away, but she clung to him. Her hands traveled down his back, resting on his clothed arse. She started grinding her body against his. He moaned as she pressed her body against his.
"What do you want?" he asked between kisses.
"I want you, Ronald Weasley I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me like there's no tomorrow," she demanded. She knew the irony of her statement; for him, he probably thought there wasn't a tomorrow.
* * * * * *
Rose didn't want to get pregnant in the bitterly cold snow, so they Apparated to an empty house. Her father looked at it questioningly, but before he could ask, she pulled him into the house. It was completely devoid of furniture. A small family had lived there once, before the war began. She knew it would have inhabitants again someday.
"We need a bed," her father said as they clawed at each other's clothes.
"Allow me," Rose replied, pulling her wand. A bed appeared a second later.
"What about the Trace?"
"What makes you think I'm underage? Besides, the Trace won't detect me." Which was true; since she hadn't been born yet, the Trace wouldn't know that a sixteen year old Rose Weasley had just performed underage magic. That was one of the Trace's loopholes; it didn't account for time travel.
They were naked as they continued their passionate embrace. Rose grinned as she playfully shoved her father onto the bed. He grinned in response as she lowered herself onto his cock. He started to ask about protection, but she shook her head playfully as she leaned forward. He fell silence as her breasts brushed against his chest.
Rose moaned as she continued to ride him. This was even better than before. Her mother never allowed him to shag her like this. She had always preferred him to be on top. But Rose wasn't her mother. She loved taking control.
This was the third time she had fucked her father, and so far, it was the best. She guided his hands to her breasts as she rode him. She wanted him. She needed him. Her moans became yells and screams. She couldn't take it anymore, and neither could he.
At the last moment, Rose allowed him to flip them over so she was on her back. Her fingernails clawed his naked skin. She grinned as she felt the scars that had been left during their Gryffindor Common Room coupling during his sixth year, but he wouldn't remember that.
They couldn't hold back anymore. She screamed as she climaxed, followed by her father's climax. They held each other as they returned to their senses. Hopefully, third time was the charm.
"That was bloody brilliant," her father said, kissing her.
"It was."
"We should do this again."
Rose smiled at those words. He had said those twice before. "We'll think about it. We'll need to dress and leave before the Snatchers show up."
"Right."
They dressed in complete silence, stopping a couple of times to kiss. He looked at her curiously as she put the Time Turner back around her neck. "Is that what I think it is?"
Rose grimaced. He hadn't noticed it before, but he would know what it was. "I don't think so. But first thing's first," she replied as she picked up her wand. She raised it, and yelled, "OBLIVIATE!"
His expression slackened as his memory vanished. "I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered as she pressed a button on the Time Turner. The button would return her to her own time.
* * * * * *
She had shagged him before the match against Slytherin in 1996, but had failed to get pregnant. She had shagged him after the match against Slytherin in 1996, but again had failed to get pregnant. The test proved negative once again.
But Rose wasn't a quitter. As long as she had access to her mother's Time Turner, she would have plenty of chances. She grinned as she thought of another possibility. Yes, that would be the right time and place. She pictured the time and place in her mind as she activated the Time Turned once again.
THE END
Author:LRThunder
Table Used: Table 1: Knockturn Alley
Prompt(s) Used: Time Turner, incest
Pairing: Ron/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:1110
Content: [Spoiler (click to open)]Incest, explicit sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and associates. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary:She uses her mother's Time Turner to shag her father.
Author's Note:
POINTS:2 points
It was a cold night near the Burrow. Snow fell gently to the ground as Rose made her way to her grandmother's home. Only, it wouldn't be her grandparents' house, not yet. After all, it was only 1997 and she had yet to be a gleam in her parents' eyes.
Rose fingered the Time Turner that hung around her neck. When her parents discovered her theft, they would be angry. But she knew they would be angrier if they ever knew the real reason she had nicked the Time Turner. They wouldn't like the fact she was using it to try to get pregnant.
She could've slept with any wizard in her own time, but she didn't like any of them. The only wizard she fancied was untouchable: her father, Ron Weasley. Rose had taken the opportunity to eavesdrop whenever her parents had sex. She would use an Extendable Ear, then use Uncle Harry's Invisibility Cloak. She had even used the Time Turner to visit her parents' wedding night.
Rose loved the way her father made her mother feel. She envied her mother. She wanted him to make her feel that way as well. She wanted to feel his strong hands caress her breasts. She wanted to moan with pleasure as his cock thrust into her. More importantly, she wanted him to pull her bushy hair as he thrust into her waiting arse.
Rose kept a close watch on the Burrow. She knew he wouldn't be at the Burrow at this time, but would be nearby. The only question was his precise location. The snow began to fall harder as her watchful vigil continued. When she was finally ready to leave, she sensed movement near her.
"Hermione?"
Rose turned and saw her teenage father. His face transformed from happiness to confusion. "You're not Hermione, but you look like her. Who are you?" he asked, pulling a wand from his cloak.
"I'm a friend. I'm here to talk to you."
"How do I know you're not a Death Eater or a Snatcher?" he challenged.
Rose sighed and rolled up her sleeves. "I don't have the Dark Mark, silly. And as far as I know, Snatchers don't allow witches among their ranks."
Her father seemed to be satisfied. "Sorry, but I can't take any chances. Who are you again?"
"A friend."
He wanted to ask again, but Rose kissed him before he had a chance to open his mouth. His eyes widened and he tried to push away, but she clung to him. Her hands traveled down his back, resting on his clothed arse. She started grinding her body against his. He moaned as she pressed her body against his.
"What do you want?" he asked between kisses.
"I want you, Ronald Weasley I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me like there's no tomorrow," she demanded. She knew the irony of her statement; for him, he probably thought there wasn't a tomorrow.
* * * * * *
Rose didn't want to get pregnant in the bitterly cold snow, so they Apparated to an empty house. Her father looked at it questioningly, but before he could ask, she pulled him into the house. It was completely devoid of furniture. A small family had lived there once, before the war began. She knew it would have inhabitants again someday.
"We need a bed," her father said as they clawed at each other's clothes.
"Allow me," Rose replied, pulling her wand. A bed appeared a second later.
"What about the Trace?"
"What makes you think I'm underage? Besides, the Trace won't detect me." Which was true; since she hadn't been born yet, the Trace wouldn't know that a sixteen year old Rose Weasley had just performed underage magic. That was one of the Trace's loopholes; it didn't account for time travel.
They were naked as they continued their passionate embrace. Rose grinned as she playfully shoved her father onto the bed. He grinned in response as she lowered herself onto his cock. He started to ask about protection, but she shook her head playfully as she leaned forward. He fell silence as her breasts brushed against his chest.
Rose moaned as she continued to ride him. This was even better than before. Her mother never allowed him to shag her like this. She had always preferred him to be on top. But Rose wasn't her mother. She loved taking control.
This was the third time she had fucked her father, and so far, it was the best. She guided his hands to her breasts as she rode him. She wanted him. She needed him. Her moans became yells and screams. She couldn't take it anymore, and neither could he.
At the last moment, Rose allowed him to flip them over so she was on her back. Her fingernails clawed his naked skin. She grinned as she felt the scars that had been left during their Gryffindor Common Room coupling during his sixth year, but he wouldn't remember that.
They couldn't hold back anymore. She screamed as she climaxed, followed by her father's climax. They held each other as they returned to their senses. Hopefully, third time was the charm.
"That was bloody brilliant," her father said, kissing her.
"It was."
"We should do this again."
Rose smiled at those words. He had said those twice before. "We'll think about it. We'll need to dress and leave before the Snatchers show up."
"Right."
They dressed in complete silence, stopping a couple of times to kiss. He looked at her curiously as she put the Time Turner back around her neck. "Is that what I think it is?"
Rose grimaced. He hadn't noticed it before, but he would know what it was. "I don't think so. But first thing's first," she replied as she picked up her wand. She raised it, and yelled, "OBLIVIATE!"
His expression slackened as his memory vanished. "I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered as she pressed a button on the Time Turner. The button would return her to her own time.
* * * * * *
She had shagged him before the match against Slytherin in 1996, but had failed to get pregnant. She had shagged him after the match against Slytherin in 1996, but again had failed to get pregnant. The test proved negative once again.
But Rose wasn't a quitter. As long as she had access to her mother's Time Turner, she would have plenty of chances. She grinned as she thought of another possibility. Yes, that would be the right time and place. She pictured the time and place in her mind as she activated the Time Turned once again.
THE END