Now the real question is...what's the better follow-up story to this: Peter's blackmailing, or Lily's interview? winkwink
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Peter realises a full hour after
lessons end that he’s forgotten his Potions textbook in the dungeons.
With an essay to finish and no sign of
James, Sirius, Remus, or their
textbooks in the dormitory, he resigns himself to having to go fetch his
textbook from the classroom. He’s already cross that his mates have clearly
gone off somewhere and ditched him, and now he’s got to go all the way to the dungeons to get a bloody book? He pouts as he
leaves Gryffindor Tower, muttering all the while about rubbish mates and
rubbish assignments.
The dungeons are quiet this long after
classes have concluded, and Peter’s footsteps echo slightly in the stoned
corridors. They’d been in Classroom Three today, and Peter reckons he can’t be
blamed for having left his book behind earlier. Slughorn had brought in a
deathly dull guest lecturer—some potionteer from the Ministry—and Peter had
napped through most of the talk, rushing off as soon as class ended.
The classroom door is shut, and Peter
reaches for it eagerly, set to dash in and out, quick as can be—
Peter tugs, but the door doesn’t open.
Locked.
Peter frowns. Well, suppose it makes
sense they’d lock the classrooms after lessons. He’s never had a reason to check
before. What’s that charm to open locks? Aloe…something?
Giving up, Peter looks quickly up and
down the corridor. Nothing and no one. Satisfied, he closes his eyes and
quickly transforms into his Animagus form.
Squeaking, he scurries as Wormtail
beneath the classroom door.
Peter’s rodent senses are supremely
more heightened than his human ones—a help sometimes, a hindrance others—but
since he fully expects that he’s scurrying into an empty classroom, he’s under
the impression that the only scent and sound he’ll be encountering in the
locked dungeon are his own pattering rat footsteps and the vague odor of stale
potions ingredients.
He could not be more wrong.
“Ohh…ohh…yes!...yes—”
“Good girl…good girl…yes, bounce on that cock, you beautiful slut—”
Peter’s rat feet skitter to a halt on
the rough stone ground, his sharp hearing making it so the gasped and garbled
filth seems to be echoing in his head—echoing, along with the persistent sounds
of slapping flesh, of creaking furniture, of breathless grunts, and the
incredibly heady scent that Peter only recognises from his own rushed, private
masturbation sessions stolen away inside the dormitory loo.
Semen.
Sex.
His little rat eyes lift to the front
of the room, and he lets out a shocked, stupefied rat squeak.
For there, sitting atop the large
professor’s desk at the front of the room, completely
naked, with her knees splayed on either side of an old man’s hips as she
bounces furiously up and down, fucking
herself on the lounging man’s prick, is Lily Evans.
James’s girlfriend, Lily Evans.
“Mm…yes…yes—” the girl is moaning, undulating her hips in sleek, circling
jerks, neck arched back, one hand draped above her head, fingering the loose
strands of her deep red hair, while the other toys with a puckered nipple of one
of her giant tits.
For several long moments, Peter can
only stare fixedly at those tits. Lily has always had a rack, and often lets
them stand tight, round, and high against the stained buttons of her school
shirts. Peter has wanked countless times thinking of what it might be like to
see those buttons burst, unleashing the plush globes in the flesh, but his
fantasies are nothing to the reality. They’re giant, juicy, and look like they
could hug a hard prick like slutty pillows. All
of her looks like the slutty, gorgeous, fucking fantasy from a wet dream. She’s
riding cock like a pro, moaning all the while, her pale skin shining in the dim
dungeon light, those glorious, glorious
tits bouncing with each rolling movement—
A loud smack snaps Peter to attention.
“Harder, whore,” the old man beneath
Lily orders, and accompanies the demand with another resounding slap to the
girl’s plush, jiggling arse cheeks. Lily immediately begins to move faster, and
the man tips back his head in delight—and Peter finally recognises him. It’s
the chap from the Potions division at the Ministry that Slughorn had brought in
for the class presentation today! Arsenius…something.
Lily Evans was fucking their ancient class presenter!
Innocent, do-gooder, prefect Lily Evans.
James’s girlfriend, Lily Evans.
And she was enjoying it, from the look and sound of things. As ordered, Lily had
begun to move more quickly on the man, jerking up and down in a furious bounce,
those luscious tits bouncing with her. Her mouth is open, gasping in pleasure
with every move, pink tongue darting out to lick at her pouty lips every so
often between tempting cries. Peter scurries closer, grateful for the loud
groans and creaking furniture that mask the sound of his movements as he
quickly climbs up a nearby broomstick and uses that to dodge over to one of the
higher supply shelves, giving him a clearer view of the entire scene as his rat
body hides behind a jar of beetle’s legs. From up here, he can plainly see the
sweat sheen on both Lily’s and the old man’s bodies, the red hand marks that
bloom bright and wicked on the girl’s arse, even the briefest peeks of the raw,
wet cock that’s pumping in and out of Lily’s pussy…
…as well as something else Peter hadn’t noticed until now: the
man sitting with his robes parted and his trousers down in a chair not far away
from the desk, watching the scene with as much interest as Peter, and slowly
stroking his fat cock to the sight of the heated fucking.
Slughorn.
“How’s the slut’s pussy, Ars?” the
Potions professor asks, his voice low.
Peter can see the man on the desk
grin. “Tight and sopping, exactly as usual. And can’t get enough riding cock,
can you, precious?”
Exactly as usual? Peter’s rat face
furrows as he feels hot and horny and confused. But that sounds…sounds as if
they’ve done this before. With Lily? Granted, Peter knows James cheats
on her—his mate loves to fuck anything, and even though he’s fancied Lily for
ages, he talks all the time about the women he’s still turning into sluts for
him, all the pussy and arse he gets. Just the other day he’d been bragging
about facefucking Alice Harper in the greenhouses. Had Lily found out and this was
her revenge? Fucking old men? Their professor? It seems impossible…but true
as fact is the heavenly grin that crosses over Lily’s face as she continues
fucking the man from the Ministry.
“So big,” she whimpers, panting and
bouncing. “So good and so big…fuck me, fuck me—”
“Yes, you beautiful slut. Ride it. Take it—”
“Your cock is so good—”
“Good girl—”
“So big—”
“Yes…yes…”
“I’m going to cum—”
Another loud slap fills the dungeon.
“Did I say you could cum, slut?” The
man from the Ministry has moved with alarming speed, sitting up with Lily still
humping furiously astride him, though he stills her with a bearing of his teeth
and what looks like a firm sudden fistful of her deep red hair.
Lily whimpers, hips still rolling.
“No, sir. Please let me cum, sir. Please let me cum on your big, hard dick.”
The Ministry man chuckles. “Listen to
you, begging for it. You’ll get to cum, my little slut. But not before I do.
And I want to bust my load in that tight arse of yours.” He strokes her hair
for a moment, than yanks it back again, hard. “Would you like that? Like my
cream filling up your bum like a good whore?”
Lily’s face goes soft and red.
“Yes, sir,” she purrs.
Peter has never been so turned on in
his entire life.
Never.
“Good girl.” The man leans forward,
and Peter watches in equal parts lust and horror as he and Lily kiss, messy and
with tongues, like he’s only seen done in porn. If Peter were in his human
form, he’s rather certain he would’ve blown his load right then and there, even
before they pull away, the Ministry man lays another hard slap on Lily’s bum, and then he briskly orders, “Now bend yourself
over this desk and beg me for it, bitch.”
Peter can’t believe how quickly Lily
moves. Can’t believe either how she doesn’t rage in protest at the names she’s
being called—slut, whore, bitch—or the things being suggested. Instead she seems
to relish them, following the man’s
every order and blushing with the heat of lust instead of mortification.
Could it be a spell? Some kind of lust
potion? Peter doesn’t think so. He’d seen an Unforgivable done once, and the
person under its spell had seemed entranced.
Lily doesn’t. And loads of people were always spiking each other with lust
potions around Valentine’s—they were never this potent.
So it just had to be…Lily.
She was doing this willingly.
The rat lets out a squeak, pure lust
and horniness, but thankfully no one hears.
When Peter’s attention is back on the
scene, Lily has done exactly what the man ordered—bent herself cleanly over the
professor’s desk, big tits smashed against the rough wood top, plush and
red-tinted arse cheeks arched high and waiting over the edge for the man’s
pleasure. The man, who has climbed off the desk himself, is now walking about
Lily’s rear end with his long, ruddy, sopping wet cock jutting out.
“I don’t know how you manage to teach
a single lesson, Horace,” the man says to Slughorn, as he strokes one hand over
Lily’s arse and the other over his cock. “I’d never be able to concentrate,
knowing I could have a slut like this spread before me whenever I wanted.”
“I get my proper fill,” Slughorn
responds, chuckling warmly. “Yesterday while I was giving an exam to the third
years, I had her under that very same desk, sucking me off the entire lesson.”
“And I left his dried cum on my face
for the rest of the day,” Lily adds, lifting her head slightly to look straight
at Slughorn. Her green eyes gleam with lust. “Just as you ordered. Didn’t I,
sir?”
Slughorn’s hand begins to move more
quickly over his fat cock.
“Yes, you did, my filthy slut.” The
professor grins. “Then likely went on to fuck three or four more people with it
still crusting, didn’t you, dear girl?”
“Only two,” Lily corrects, grinning back.
“It was a light evening.”
Peter doesn’t know if they’re taking
the mickey, but either way, he’s never wanted to be beating off his own cock
more than he does at that moment. He feels fit to explode.
The Ministry man, it seems, was
growing impatient too. He makes a gruff noise, takes his position directly
behind Lily, then uses both hands to gently spread her arse cheeks. He leans,
then spits down into the swallow crevice.
“I have no interest in light,” he
drolls, reaching down to wank his cock in quick jerks. “Do you, my pet?”
Lily’s head turns to the man behind
her, shooting a sultry look over her shoulder as she remains bent over the
professor’s desk.
“Fuck my arse, sir,” she says in a
breathy voice. “Fuck my tight, hot bum until your prick is ready to explode.
Fill it with your cream. Fuck this young, sweet arse with your giant cock—ohhh!”
Lily expels the sound as the man
plunges forward—likely, though Peter tragically can’t see it, doing exactly as
Lily has been begging, and filling her tight little arsehole with his big cock.
Peter does see the man take a fistful of Lily’s hair again, using the
long red strands as leverage to pull the girl’s body back, meeting his brutally
hard fuckstrokes as she remains bent over the desk, torso now arched. Those
tits that Peter will never not cream to are jiggling furiously with the force
of the man’s hips, and Lily’s face pinches into an immediate O, taking the rough arsefucking like a
prize whore.
“Ohgodohgod,” she mewls, eyes squeezed
shut, mouth falling open. “Fuck my arse! Fuck my arse!”
“Like that?” the Ministry man asks,
pulling back on Lily’s hair again until she comes more fully off the desk. The
furious pump of his dick never stops. “You’re a sweet, hot slut who knows her
place, aren’t you? Knows your holes are meant for fucking, and men are meant
for serving. Merlin, I love a good
submissive. I’m old enough to be your granddad, you know.”
Lily only grins at this filthy
description of herself, panting and moving her body to meet the man’s every
rough thrust into her tight back hole.
“A perfect little fuckdoll with the
tits and cunny and arse to prove it,” the man goes on, and Peter nearly
whimpers when he licks the side of Lily’s face. “Do you like my cock in your
arse?”
“Fuck me. Fuck me—”
“Like your professor over there, watching
you be used? Watching you take cock like a whore?”
Lily’s eyes flash to Slughorn’s. Her
lips lift. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“Like him sharing you with his
friends? Using you like slut currency?”
Lily’s eyes close in bliss. “Use me.
Fuck me. I need your cock. I need your cum. Please,
sir—”
The Ministry man chuckles, and pulls
back Lily’s hair some more, landing a wet kiss on her cheek.
“Good slut,” he says, then he abruptly
lets her hair go, and in nearly the same movement, roughly thrusts her torso
back down against the desk top. Then he begins to fuck her harder and faster than Peter has ever seen.
He reckons he may have blacked out,
Peter does, sometime soon after that, the overwhelming rush of unfulfilled lust
and the reality that Lily Evans—perfect,
upstanding, beautiful princess Lily Evans—was somehow a secret slut who gave
herself over as a toy to men and boys and—fuck,
three or four men in an evening?
Peter was going to have fuel for wanking for decades. For centuries. Maybe he could…maybe he could even talk to her. Merlin
knew she wouldn’t want this getting out. Or out to James. Maybe Peter could…leverage some of this information. Use it
to…suggest some ways she might keep him happy. Quiet.
Peter envisions Lily Evans on her
knees, pouty pink lips wrapped around his cock, giant tits being rolled and
played with as she sucks him off, and knows he’s got to transform back to human
soon, or his cock may implode.
But he refuses to miss the ending
of this—this brutal fucking, this taboo porn scene come to life, the lecherous
professor and his slutty student and the old mate that comes along to share in
the fun. Peter recognises for the first time that the classroom must have some
kind of Silencing Charm on it, because Lily is making enough noise to wake the
dead—shouting about how good it feels, begging for more, demanding the Ministry
man fill her arse with his cum…his thick, juicy, hot, seeping cum—
“Are you ready, whore?” the Ministry
man asks through gritted teeth eventually, slamming even more furiously against
Lily’s bouncing arsecheeks. He is sweating and panting and clearly close to
busting.
“Ready to have my load dumped in that hot hole of yours?”
Lily is babbling her agreement, so
lost in lust Peter can barely make out her words.
“Yesyes—fuck me—fuck—I need it—need—dump
it in me—please, please—so good—so good—”
“Take it…take it…agh—!”
The Ministry man shouts and stumbles
forward, pushing his hips firmly against Lily’s arse as he collapses over her
back, face scrunched and mouth open. He lies there for a few long moments,
sticky and old skin filmed to Lily’s, before rising up slowly, murmuring things
like, “Take it. Yes, my gorgeous
slut. Feel that? Feel that cum in you?” as Lily moans low and long like she’s
just had her own orgasm, entire body shaking atop the large wooden desk.
Peter is so distracted by the two, he
doesn’t notice that Slughorn has moved from his seat in the corner until the
fat professor is literally standing at the desk, right by Lily’s head. Her
tired head flips limply to face him, and a drowsy smile stretches across her
lips as Peter watches their professor beginning to furiously wank his fat cock
in Lily’s face, his breathing loud and laboured.
“Close your mouth,” he orders, and
Peter supposes she must have opened it, though Peter can’t see anything because
of Slughorn’s wide girth. “I want your face dripping with cum.”
“Yes, sir,” Lily replies softly, and a
moment later, Peter watches as Slughorn’s body jerks and he lets out a shallow
cry, though it’s several excruciatingly long
moments before Slughorn moves aside enough for Peter to see the product of his
efforts: Lily Evans, pale face still flushed from her arse fucking, with ropes
and ropes of creamy white cum
covering her pretty, young face.
Peter needs that. He vows then and there—he will find some way to cover
Lily Evans’s face with his own cum.
Some way.
“Very good, Sluggy,” the Ministry man
praises, and Peter watches as he finally tugs his now wilting cock out of
Lily’s back hole, taking a moment to wipe any remnants of spunk on her still
presented bum cheeks, and giving the juicy globes one last stroke. “Merlin, a
wizard could get used to a slut like this.”
“You’ll have plenty of opportunity, if
you take advantage of what was offered earlier,” Slughorn comments, and the
professor strokes Lily’s hair as the girl languishly flips over to her back,
face still doused with jizz.
The Ministry man’s eyes have lighted.
“Ah, yes. And thinking on it now, I believe Miss Evans will be a wonderful intern for our Potions and
Potioneering division.”
Slughorn smiles. “Yes. She’s
very…gifted.”
“Of course”—the Ministry man coughs,
then cocks an eyebrow—“she’ll have to be brought in for an interview first. I’m
sure Albus will allow a student to leave at the weekend for such a trip, no?
Nothing strenuous, of course…just a quick meeting with our team. Six or seven
men. We’re a very…close division.”
The two men glance down at Lily, who
is now licking at the bits of cum she can reach with her tongue as her fingers—Merlin—play absently with her still
drenched cunny.
“Yes, sir,” she says with a grin.
The easy, slutty acceptance leaves
both men chuckling, and as they seem to move to start righting themselves from
their filthy shag, Peter realises this is his moment of escape. He quickly
scurries down from the shelves, hoping the noises of the other three muffle his
rodent footsteps. He keeps to the wall, rat feet hurrying until he finally
finds himself squeezing back through the bottom of the door, then straight to the nearest toilet.
He never did get his textbook, but he
got so, so much more.
Please come back
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