“You’ve been holding out on me…” she whispered seductively,
taking only a quick break to give him a loving top-to-bottom lick. He
breathed in precipitously, and almost went to chastise her again for
enjoying this act, forbidden above all that had took place over the
course of the day, but the angelic baby blue eyes staring back at him
stilled his voice. With a satisfying murmur, Ginny kissed the head of
his prick and resumed her skilled ministrations.
Meanwhile, Malfoy was more or less primed to erupt from the extreme
friction of Hermione’s pharynx exciting his bulging member. She was
still emitting dampened sobs as he rammed her esophagus, but luckily
had not long left to endure. Just as her eyes began to bulge from the
effort it was taking to respire, Draco grimaced and wrapped a second
arm around her neck.
A voluminous load of semen began to deluge Miss Granger’s throat,
and she furiously made an effort to swallow it all as he held his cock
firmly inside her. When Hermione started to show signs of choking,
though, he yanked his spasming peter out. Precisely when she thought
the ordeal was over at last, the evil Slytherin impelled on her one
last abasement, smearing white goo all over her face before letting her
slide away.
“Can’t even swallow proper!” he teased relentlessly, squeezing his
shaft to let the last bits of cum splash onto her hair. “You could
learn a lesson from those two!”
Indeed, Ginny Weasley was putting on an excellent demonstration, at
least for those alert enough to be watching. She continued to bob her
head up and down, all the while oblivious to the thoughts racing
through her brother’s head.
“Uhh… I can’t… resist…” Ron gulped, caressing his familial
partner’s maroon locks. Ginny beamed as she kept on going, anticipating
the imminent influx of hot spunk about burst out. That merest gesture
sent Ron over the brink instantly, forcing him to shoot wads of greasy
cum down his sister’s willing throat. She complied as best as she
could, pulling away and continuing to whack his bulging shaft when the
white cream proved too much to handle. The remainder of her brother’s
seed splashed harmlessly on her lips and cheeks, glistening for only a
moment before the eager redhead licked it off herself.
“You were… the best, Ginny…” Ron panted, rubbing her chest
affectionately as she curled on top of him. He was just pondering if
she would let him fuck her to return the favor when the familiar sound
of an alohamora spell being incanted informed the room’s occupants that
the revelry was finally over.
***
“It seems I’ve underestimated you, Malfoy…” Professor Umbridge
drawled, stepping over the threshold into Dumbledore’s former office.
Draco instantly stood up and re-tied his robes, worried that he’d let
the shenanigans get out of hand by participating in them himself. One
of his hands was still firmly gripping a wand, though, and the elder
woman was satisfied in his mastery of the situation.
“For once, you have bought me enough time alone with Mister Potter
and learn the whereabouts of Sirius Black.” she continued, trying very
hard to hide how pleased she was with herself. “Though I must say that
he was quite resistant to my own sorcery. I had to draw upon the aid of
another one of your lot, who was thankfully very susceptible to
suggestion…”
Umbridge stepped aside of the doorway, and allowed both of her
charges to saunter in. Both looked completely stoned, although Harry
radiated a queer sense of strength even through the drugged haze. Cho
Chang, however, couldn’t keep from constantly smiling and pawing at
him. She was clearly out of her gourd, and every slightest movement
allowed her cloak to sway open to reveal the source of her bubbly
demeanor.
The oriental girl was completely nude under that first layer of
clothing, and a thin dribble of semen was dripping down each of her
thighs. Harry’s stuporous expression now made perfect sense to Ron and
Hermione, who were both saddened that he had betrayed the Order for
sex, even if it was under duress.
“Well, I see you’ve made *constructive* use of your time…”
Umbridge went on with a hint of a snicker. “I assume Snape has seen to
teaching you how to obliviate, correct?”
“Yes, Professor!” Draco chimed in, furiously motioning behind him
for his three cohorts to rise and look important. “I’ll make sure
everything is taken care of.”
“Excellent.” she replied dryly. “There is a lot of work to be done
today. And oh…” she trained off, suddenly turning her nose at
something in the air. “Please do something about the smell in here.
It’s a bit… unprofessional for a Grand Inquisitor, don’t you think?”
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