Skeeter Chronicles Chapter Eight
Title: Skeeter Chronicles
Rating: This chapter M
Author: SoLeo
Word Count: +1600
Warnings: *EWE, anal sex*
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them.
Summary: In which Rita Skeeter attempts to get the exclusive of a lifetime.
AN: I know I kinda dropped off this week, sorry, but this was really hard to write. Mostly because my kids kept interrupting, and I just can’t bring myself to write porn when they’re in the room. :p And when they were in bed I had to work overtime. I hope the wait was worth it. ^_^
Chapter Eight
Weasley and Granger were brief in their visit, insisting on Harry’s opinion for something that I wasn’t paying any attention to. They left us in the drawing room on the loveseat. I hesitate to move and disturb our comfy position leaning against each other.
“Are you busy tomorrow, any meetings in the morning that you can’t reschedule?” Harry breaks the quiet.
“No, my morning is free. Why?”
He sits up and turns to face me. “I want you to spend the night.” He bites at his lower lip, as if admitting he wants me here is reprehensible.
It’s exhilarating, being wanted by someone so powerful, and so pure. I’m already half hard, just from his declaration, as I can tell what spending the night would entail. “I would like that very much Harry.” I cup his cheek with my hand and pull him up for a kiss. Tonight is not the night for chaste and sweet, but passionate and heated. He’s breathless when he pulls away.
“I remember I promised you a bed. Mine is upstairs.” He stands while I am momentarily frozen in place. He summons me like an incubus and I follow trance like.
He opens the door to his room, but doesn’t yet enter, and turns to look at me. I take the opportunity to invade his personal space and kiss him against the doorframe. He melts against me, perfectly molding himself to my chest.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” His whispered confession is electrifying, I feel as if my skin is tingling where I feel him pressed against me.
“I’ll try to live up to your expectations.” I mean to sound sardonic, but the tone ends up more pathetic then I intended.
He kisses me again and rubs his crotch against my body, showing me how much he desires my attentions. “You’re already better than any of my fantasies. Don’t over think this.” He pulls me into the room now, kissing me all the while. That tongue might be the death of me one day, but what a way to go. I keep my hands on him; roaming over his shoulders, back, buttocks, anywhere I can reach.
Knocking into the bed he falls backwards and is splayed out like a dish, one that I mean to devour. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me with the sight. Before I loose myself and descend upon him I remove my outer robe and toss it toward a chair in the corner. He’s licking his lips in anticipation as I begin to unbutton the shirt.
Confidence in my appearance has never been a problem, as few people had ever been allowed the opportunity to see me in such a delicate state. My previous sexual partners, while satisfying, have never looked at me with such ardor. I don’t look down as my chest, with its sparse hair and gaunt lines, as it is finally uncovered. Harry’s eyes feast upon me, never diminishing the passion I see within.
My eyebrow rises as he has yet to move and undress himself, but he scrabbles at the ends of his own shirt to toss it over his head. He’s more muscular then his jeans and t-shirt attire let on, hard auror training at its finest. He begins on his zipper, but I stop him and do the job myself. Once clad only in his boxers I palm his erection through the cotton. A small spot of moister appears on the fabric, his excited state apparent.
“Please Severus, don’t tease me.”
“Foreplay is essential, to heighten your pleasure when I finally allow you to come.” He’s moaning and writhing on the mattress while I slip my hand under the elastic band and finally touch him skin to skin. He arches up under my touch, trying to gain the friction I’m not allowing him. I remove the garment and he’s finally bare before me. His cock is firm, proudly on display, a bit of pre-come glistening at the tip. My mouth waters to taste him, but I restrain myself. Instead I lock eyes with Harry as I remove my trousers and pants in one fluid motion, baring all to him in turn. I step between his legs that are still dangling off the end of the bed, allowing our erections to touch.
“Oh, god Sev… Please.”
“What do you want Harry?” I lean over him which presses us together even more. Kissing a trail from his bellybutton up to his neck I take my time and detour to lick his nipples, pinching them into full hardness.
“Anything. Everything,” he finally gets out between pants.
I pull back, to grip him instead. My thumb spreads the moisture from his tip as I pump him and he bucks up to meet me. It only takes a few tugs to draw out his orgasm, I catch most of it in my hand, but some dribbles out to puddle on his stomach. His dazed eyes watch me as I bring my hand up to taste the bitter fluid.
“I thought you were going to prolong your teasing.” His question isn’t unexpected.
I smirk and reply, “That was to take the edge off. Next time I’m going to be buried deep inside you when you come.” He moans and shivers, and I catch his cock twitches at the idea. “You like that, you want that?”
“Gods, yes.”
My wandless tergeo cleans his remaining sperm from my hand and his body. “What do you have for lubricant?” He motions to the nightstand, and I summon a jar of vaseline.
“It’s what I’ve been using to practice.” He blushes at the admission.
“You wank to the idea of me fucking you?” The idea was something once so foreign, but this young man waiting for me to take him to the heights of pleasure had turned my world around completely.
“When you speak like that to me I think I could come all over again.” His cock had certainly taken notice as it was half hard again already.
Not willing to wait any longer I remove the lid from the container, rubbing a bit between my fingers to warm it. “Bend your knees for me.” He does as instructed, revealing the puckered ring of his anus surrounded by the soft mounds of his arse. I step back to take in the view.
This was mine. After years of spying and servitude I was finally being rewarded for all my hard work. If I had known that this is what awaited me I might not have been such a cantankerous ass all those years. Ce la vie.
I take my finger coated in slick and paint a ring around the rosy flesh. Harry’s moan of appreciation when I finally push the digit into his body is spine-tingling and I’m nearly undone already. “How many fingers did you manage when you imagine me pounding into you?” He moans again, my voice and words heightening his pleasure.
“Two. I couldn’t get a good angle for any more.”
I twist my finger and twirl it to relax the muscle. As I widen the circular path my finger takes I add the second one allowing me to scissor them. He pushes down on me trying to get me deeper into him. I smack his hip at his impatience. “Let me do this, or you’ll be hurting in the morning.” He settles back down and I reward him by adding a third finger. When I feel he’s finally prepared enough I grab some more lube to coat my aching member.
“This is your last chance to back down. I won’t be able to stop.” I give him the opportunity to turn back as I guide my prick to his primed hole.
His looks at me a moment, glasses akimbo and answers me with a stunning smile, “Do it.” I sink into him, barely getting the engorged head passed the muscle blocking me out. He hisses a bit at the pain, but his renewed erection doesn’t flag from the pain.
He is perfection embodied on Earth. The warmth of this body surrounding me calls me to action. I grab his knees to rock back and forth getting deeper with each thrust. When I am at last buried to the hilt I stop for a moment to memorize this feeling. His body, which instinctively had tried to push me out, is relaxed enough to welcome me and I feel at home at last.
“Oh, Harry,” His name comes out unbidden in a moan. I open my eyes that I hadn’t realized had closed during my blissful interlude. I see Harry beneath me, his forehead beaded with sweat and hair messier than ever, his hand grabs his erection. As I begin to thrust again he matches pace with me. I won’t be able to hold out for much longer, so I push in with a quick snap angling to find his prostate. I want him to come again, with me this time. When he cries out I know I’ve found it and drive in over and over. As my thrusts turn erratic I know I’m about to come and Harry cries out from his second release of the night. I follow him into bliss as his muscles tighten around me impossible hard and ejaculate deep inside him.
In the quiet after the moment all I hear is our heavy breathing. I savor the feeling of my softening penis still penetrating him, but I pull out and cast another cleaning spell as my semen spills out from the action.
“I’m so glad you’re spending the night Severus, because I can’t wait to do that again in the morning.” His cheeky grin is ruined as a yawn overtakes him. He pulls back the covers and climbs in between the blankets and motions for me to join him. I am unable to stop the smile from my lips as Harry snuggles into my side and sleep overtakes us.
Rating: This chapter M
Author: SoLeo
Word Count: +1600
Warnings: *EWE, anal sex*
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them.
Summary: In which Rita Skeeter attempts to get the exclusive of a lifetime.
AN: I know I kinda dropped off this week, sorry, but this was really hard to write. Mostly because my kids kept interrupting, and I just can’t bring myself to write porn when they’re in the room. :p And when they were in bed I had to work overtime. I hope the wait was worth it. ^_^
Chapter Eight
Weasley and Granger were brief in their visit, insisting on Harry’s opinion for something that I wasn’t paying any attention to. They left us in the drawing room on the loveseat. I hesitate to move and disturb our comfy position leaning against each other.
“Are you busy tomorrow, any meetings in the morning that you can’t reschedule?” Harry breaks the quiet.
“No, my morning is free. Why?”
He sits up and turns to face me. “I want you to spend the night.” He bites at his lower lip, as if admitting he wants me here is reprehensible.
It’s exhilarating, being wanted by someone so powerful, and so pure. I’m already half hard, just from his declaration, as I can tell what spending the night would entail. “I would like that very much Harry.” I cup his cheek with my hand and pull him up for a kiss. Tonight is not the night for chaste and sweet, but passionate and heated. He’s breathless when he pulls away.
“I remember I promised you a bed. Mine is upstairs.” He stands while I am momentarily frozen in place. He summons me like an incubus and I follow trance like.
He opens the door to his room, but doesn’t yet enter, and turns to look at me. I take the opportunity to invade his personal space and kiss him against the doorframe. He melts against me, perfectly molding himself to my chest.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” His whispered confession is electrifying, I feel as if my skin is tingling where I feel him pressed against me.
“I’ll try to live up to your expectations.” I mean to sound sardonic, but the tone ends up more pathetic then I intended.
He kisses me again and rubs his crotch against my body, showing me how much he desires my attentions. “You’re already better than any of my fantasies. Don’t over think this.” He pulls me into the room now, kissing me all the while. That tongue might be the death of me one day, but what a way to go. I keep my hands on him; roaming over his shoulders, back, buttocks, anywhere I can reach.
Knocking into the bed he falls backwards and is splayed out like a dish, one that I mean to devour. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me with the sight. Before I loose myself and descend upon him I remove my outer robe and toss it toward a chair in the corner. He’s licking his lips in anticipation as I begin to unbutton the shirt.
Confidence in my appearance has never been a problem, as few people had ever been allowed the opportunity to see me in such a delicate state. My previous sexual partners, while satisfying, have never looked at me with such ardor. I don’t look down as my chest, with its sparse hair and gaunt lines, as it is finally uncovered. Harry’s eyes feast upon me, never diminishing the passion I see within.
My eyebrow rises as he has yet to move and undress himself, but he scrabbles at the ends of his own shirt to toss it over his head. He’s more muscular then his jeans and t-shirt attire let on, hard auror training at its finest. He begins on his zipper, but I stop him and do the job myself. Once clad only in his boxers I palm his erection through the cotton. A small spot of moister appears on the fabric, his excited state apparent.
“Please Severus, don’t tease me.”
“Foreplay is essential, to heighten your pleasure when I finally allow you to come.” He’s moaning and writhing on the mattress while I slip my hand under the elastic band and finally touch him skin to skin. He arches up under my touch, trying to gain the friction I’m not allowing him. I remove the garment and he’s finally bare before me. His cock is firm, proudly on display, a bit of pre-come glistening at the tip. My mouth waters to taste him, but I restrain myself. Instead I lock eyes with Harry as I remove my trousers and pants in one fluid motion, baring all to him in turn. I step between his legs that are still dangling off the end of the bed, allowing our erections to touch.
“Oh, god Sev… Please.”
“What do you want Harry?” I lean over him which presses us together even more. Kissing a trail from his bellybutton up to his neck I take my time and detour to lick his nipples, pinching them into full hardness.
“Anything. Everything,” he finally gets out between pants.
I pull back, to grip him instead. My thumb spreads the moisture from his tip as I pump him and he bucks up to meet me. It only takes a few tugs to draw out his orgasm, I catch most of it in my hand, but some dribbles out to puddle on his stomach. His dazed eyes watch me as I bring my hand up to taste the bitter fluid.
“I thought you were going to prolong your teasing.” His question isn’t unexpected.
I smirk and reply, “That was to take the edge off. Next time I’m going to be buried deep inside you when you come.” He moans and shivers, and I catch his cock twitches at the idea. “You like that, you want that?”
“Gods, yes.”
My wandless tergeo cleans his remaining sperm from my hand and his body. “What do you have for lubricant?” He motions to the nightstand, and I summon a jar of vaseline.
“It’s what I’ve been using to practice.” He blushes at the admission.
“You wank to the idea of me fucking you?” The idea was something once so foreign, but this young man waiting for me to take him to the heights of pleasure had turned my world around completely.
“When you speak like that to me I think I could come all over again.” His cock had certainly taken notice as it was half hard again already.
Not willing to wait any longer I remove the lid from the container, rubbing a bit between my fingers to warm it. “Bend your knees for me.” He does as instructed, revealing the puckered ring of his anus surrounded by the soft mounds of his arse. I step back to take in the view.
This was mine. After years of spying and servitude I was finally being rewarded for all my hard work. If I had known that this is what awaited me I might not have been such a cantankerous ass all those years. Ce la vie.
I take my finger coated in slick and paint a ring around the rosy flesh. Harry’s moan of appreciation when I finally push the digit into his body is spine-tingling and I’m nearly undone already. “How many fingers did you manage when you imagine me pounding into you?” He moans again, my voice and words heightening his pleasure.
“Two. I couldn’t get a good angle for any more.”
I twist my finger and twirl it to relax the muscle. As I widen the circular path my finger takes I add the second one allowing me to scissor them. He pushes down on me trying to get me deeper into him. I smack his hip at his impatience. “Let me do this, or you’ll be hurting in the morning.” He settles back down and I reward him by adding a third finger. When I feel he’s finally prepared enough I grab some more lube to coat my aching member.
“This is your last chance to back down. I won’t be able to stop.” I give him the opportunity to turn back as I guide my prick to his primed hole.
His looks at me a moment, glasses akimbo and answers me with a stunning smile, “Do it.” I sink into him, barely getting the engorged head passed the muscle blocking me out. He hisses a bit at the pain, but his renewed erection doesn’t flag from the pain.
He is perfection embodied on Earth. The warmth of this body surrounding me calls me to action. I grab his knees to rock back and forth getting deeper with each thrust. When I am at last buried to the hilt I stop for a moment to memorize this feeling. His body, which instinctively had tried to push me out, is relaxed enough to welcome me and I feel at home at last.
“Oh, Harry,” His name comes out unbidden in a moan. I open my eyes that I hadn’t realized had closed during my blissful interlude. I see Harry beneath me, his forehead beaded with sweat and hair messier than ever, his hand grabs his erection. As I begin to thrust again he matches pace with me. I won’t be able to hold out for much longer, so I push in with a quick snap angling to find his prostate. I want him to come again, with me this time. When he cries out I know I’ve found it and drive in over and over. As my thrusts turn erratic I know I’m about to come and Harry cries out from his second release of the night. I follow him into bliss as his muscles tighten around me impossible hard and ejaculate deep inside him.
In the quiet after the moment all I hear is our heavy breathing. I savor the feeling of my softening penis still penetrating him, but I pull out and cast another cleaning spell as my semen spills out from the action.
“I’m so glad you’re spending the night Severus, because I can’t wait to do that again in the morning.” His cheeky grin is ruined as a yawn overtakes him. He pulls back the covers and climbs in between the blankets and motions for me to join him. I am unable to stop the smile from my lips as Harry snuggles into my side and sleep overtakes us.