HPe Chapter 85
He had been naked in front of people before, had already been intimate with two different people, Harriet and Amaryllis, and was used to bathing and changing in front of others, primarily the Quidditch locker room or his Hogwarts dorm.
Still, none of that prepared him for stepping out of the bathtub in front of his new Head of House. There was no subtlety in her gaze, the way it raked over his nude, dripping wet, body. The way it lingered at places before she practically licked her lips when she eyed his cock.
It filled his head, and every other inch of his body, with unknown feelings, unknown desires and ideas.
"After you" she purred, and as he stepped out of the bath her hand trailed over his hip, touch almost burning his skin.
At the door her had lingered, she hadn't offered him a towel, in fact had stepped in front of it when he prepared to reach and cover himself. There was no one else in the apartment, this he knew, but still the idea of walking around naked was alien to him.
In her bedroom it was even stranger, it was a foreign place, somewhere he hadn't seen even during their brief tour. A large bed dominated the center with some furniture and a small desk in the corner. "What uh…" he turned and trailed off, because even as she stepped in behind him and closed the door her clothing was coming off.
Her body was so different then that of either girl he had seen unclothed. Harry knew it would be, naturally, and had seen the differences in their normal school attire as plain as day. With nothing on, however, it was even more pronounced.
Grace Riddle's breasts, for instance, were much larger, in fact he was almost certain her robes had to be Charmed to hide them normally. They weren't obscene, but certainly could have been featured in one of those nude magazines that Dudley kept hidden under his bed. In fact her entire body could have been.
Thick, curvy thighs, a large butt, gracious hips, and while her skin was obviously older and no longer of the teenage tightness or clarity there was something undeniably sexy about it. She was, as Harry had heard the phrase used, 'all woman'.
It was obvious she caught him staring and a playful smirk crossed her face, "Enjoying the view?"
He blushed and looked away in embarrassment, in that moment, however, Riddle took the initiative and crossed the distance, taking his chin in hand and turning him back towards her.
"Not as much as I am, I promise you that." Before he could reply her lips sealed onto his, tongue pushing into his mouth with a hungry finesse.
His thoughts blurred, reality and dreams merging into something stranger than he could comprehend. Forget magic, forget Hogwarts, forget dimensional traveling. This was the strangest thing to ever happen to him.
When she maneuvered him backwards to the bed, he wasn't sure, but at some point she practically pushed in back onto it and rather than join him, as he expected, began kissing her way down his face, then neck, then chest.
"Did they do this for you?" She husked out, licking around his nipples in an almost obscene way. "I bet they didn't. The problem with young girls is their one-track mind. They only want one thing, only think with their cunts, only plan for having your boyhood wrapped up in their pussies. Us older women though, we have control and experience."
Before he could reply, or even try to think of how to, her tongue trailed down his stomach, making a journey over his erection before ending up on his testicles. There she sucked, kissed, lavished and earned far more embarrassing sounds from him then he even thought possible.
She released him with a pop, stepping back for a moment to take in his 'ravished' look before grinning and stepping around his legs. "I think I have waited long enough."
One leg foot was up next to his waist, and he nearly lost control at what he was seeing. The older woman, spread open above him, preparing to mount him. It was obscene, taboo, vulgar, and wonderful all at the same time.
She had him in her hand, loose but firm, before lowering down onto him. The moment he entered her the boy-who-lived nearly cried out. It was a wet inferno, and while she wasn't as tight as either of the two other girls she wrapped around him in such a way that made his head spin.
"Finally," she moaned a her lower lips reached his base. "My pussy has been starving for your young cock for so long." Rather than the furious bouncing that had been his other experiences, the woman slowly raised herself back up before lowering once more, a slow, sensuous, controlled pace.
Grace then proved herself different in another way as well, she was far more talkative during sex.
"You like this, don't you?" she whispered, "Having an older woman take advantage of your youthful innocence. Watching my mature cunt devour you. You've been waiting for this, fantasizing about it. How many times have you stared at me during class, hoping I would walk past and feel you up? How often did you want me to take you aside during our club meetings and use you in the changing room, pressed up against the wall, fucking you? You can act as innocent as you want but I know the truth, how dirty your mind is, how slutty you are. Even now you stare at my older body, lusting even as I claim you." She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his face, "Go on, I know you want a taste."
He did, and it allowed him to take his concentration off of maintaining what little control over his orgasm he could and instead licking and sucking on her nipples, earning a groan of approval.
"That's it, good boy. Show me just how much you love this."
Her pace maintained, but his control was nearly broken and he managed a gasped, "I-I'm…"
She understood, and pulled back before speeding up, allowing him to watch her breasts bounce up and down, "That's it, Harry, give me what I want. Empty those beautiful balls into my ravenous cunt!"
He came, he came hard enough that he blacked out for a moment, hips arching into her to try and get deeper.
It felt she literally was draining him, and somewhere in his mind he could feel her tense around him, insides squeezing methodically as she quivered and moaned in her own orgasm. Moments later and her body relaxed, laying back down onto his own while he slowly slipped out of her. "Worth the wait" she cooed, gently brushing some sweaty hair from his face, "And don't worry Harry, women have protection charms too."
Her words barely registered, although it did aid in lulling him to sleep even as she slipped them both under the blankets.
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