After dinner, we went to Amelia's room.
Not her office, but her room. The master bedroom.
For a few seconds, both of us just stood there, bathed in silence, appraising each other. Each of us was waiting for the other to take action. And the silence was deafening. My heart began beating, and sweat formed on my brow. Not for the first time, I despaired over my lack of Occlumency technique.
"You ready?" She asked.
"Born ready," I said, trying to be cool.
"You're not gonna wimp out and be done in ten minutes, are you?" She asked. "Because after all this, if I find that your performance the other night was a fluke, I'm gonna kill you."
I smiled. "Please. Keep judging me from the other night's performance. It will make my victory that much sweeter."
"Good," she smiled slightly. She turned around and entered the room, sashaying her arse, making sure it held my attention. She flicked her wand in complicated wand movements, and the temperature in the room decreased slightly. She silently summoned a set of potion vials and placed it on the table next to her Queen-sized bed.
"Potency potions," she explained. "Enough to keep you pushing beyond your limits."
"You're taking them beforehand?" I taunted her. "It's nice to see you realising the truth so quickly. Makes things so much simpler."
Amelia snorted. "They are for you. Incubus you may be, but you're only a fledgling. I don't want you to complain about rigged odds later."
"This is it, Harry," she continued. "Your last chance to puss out and walk away. I've already considered you good enough to pursue a relationship with Susan, on condition that Susan wants the same. I'm not without magnanimity. If you give up this wager, I'll even acquiesce to you marrying Susan, upon condition that we continue our dalliance behind closed doors. My little niece has understood that no matter how much she whines, no matter if she plays the Lady card, she'll never be able to satisfy you like I can. I have already won. All that remains is for you to swallow your pride, accept defeat and we can move on."
She put her hands on her waist and flexed her hips at me.
"But, if you really have the nerve, if you think you have what it takes, if you have the balls to fuck me into submission, then get ready. And if you do this, you shall see me as my true, unleashed self. I have waited twenty years for this. I have toiled, given it my blood, sweat and tears, prepared this body for that epic climax when the gods would finally look upon me. Twenty years of Occlumency, twenty years of patience and hard work, added to my natural power and gorgeousness. I might have been betrothed to James, but in matters of the bedroom, he was my inferior. You won't face Susan's aunt, Harry, but the sexual being that I am beneath this exterior. And if you turn out to be incompetent, well, that's too bad."
I have to admit, seeing her trash talk was getting me all rigid.
So I did the only thing appropriate for the situation. I laughed.
"The question is, Amelia, if you're ready for me. You might think you're the Queen bee, the top bitch, but you're about to see something that you've never seen before. You're about to deal with something you've never experienced. Are you ready for that?"
And then I stepped forward, arrogantly pushing myself into her personal space.
"In fact, let's just finish this quickly. I need some night's sleep too. Need to meet Susan tomorrow morning before I leave. She'll be glad that her aunt has accepted me as her future son-in-law."
"Oh I'm sure you won't have to wait for morning to meet her."
I curled an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Amelia didn't reply. Instead, she just flicked her wand, and the door shut behind me. She offered me a vial, while taking the other herself. Both of us drank it in a single gulp, our eyes never leaving each other.
All that was left was me, her and the bed.
Part of me expected that we would just rip off our clothes, jump into each other's arms and furiously make out, barely able to contain our passion. But now that we were here, the energy in the room was tense, and neither of us wanted to make the first move. Plus, we were both too controlled to do what we both really wanted to do and just get down to business, to get it on hard and nasty. We were circling each other like animals in the jungle. I think both of us wanted to conquer the other before we hit the bed.
Amelia sauntered forward arrogantly, her expression almost a condescending sneer. She flicked her wand at herself, and her robe undid itself and fell down to the floor. Everything, from her outer robe to her bra and the strapped g-string riding her womanly hips. She stood there, utterly, wholesomely nude, before doing a quick swivel, exposing her backside to me. I had taped that arse before, but something about it felt fresh and new. Each cheek jutted out like a shelf, round and smooth and juicy. Her arse was like a ripe fruit, aged to perfection. She spun around and put her hands on her hips again.
"Well?" she teased. "What do you think?"
"You are… gorgeous. Just absolutely gorgeous."
"Well, go on. Get started already. I'm not here to listen to you talk."
"Oh aren't you?" I challenged. "I think that's exactly what you want me to do. You want me to drool over you. I bet you love hearing guys at the DMLE whisper to each other about how hot you are, don't you? After being the big bad Hit-witch for so long, sitting on the Director's chair and having those young, freshly out of Hogwarts trainees bending backwards to do your bidding, you love that thrill. Maybe you even have elves repeat all the filthy things they whisper about you in the back."
"Yes, I do." Amelia said breathily, as her eyes flashed with raw desire. "I love how hot I am. I love being sexy. My father and the Potters might have robbed me of my ability to pleasure myself physically, but it did nothing to stop me from taking mental pleasure."
Her voice felt like warm cocoa on a winter night.
"I shaped my body over the years. I made it perfect. I loved walking into my office, knowing that all those males would stare at me. That they'd go home and look at their miserable ugly wives and compare them with the hot and sizzling DMLE Director who was at least a decade older than them, and yet, boasted a body their women couldn't boast in ten lifetimes."
As she spoke those words, my eyes took in her voluptuous figure. The artful, succulent curves. The round arse. I admired their firmness, the way they created a smooth cleavage in front and back. They were, quite simply, perfect. On her slim, lean frame, each massive udder looked all the more huge. Her flesh was silky with a golden tan, her nipples hard as a rock, aching for pleasure. Her entire body was calling out to me, begging to be touched, to worship it, to pleasure it. Her flat stomach looked so tight and sexy, and even her belly button was hot to me. It was like looking in a sports car with all the best features.
I just had to get in her first.
"You're right in one thing though, Amelia," I said, marvelling her exquisite form. "I've never had a body as gorgeous as yours. I know we fucked earlier and did all that but…"
"But?"
"Maybe it's the wager. But seeing you be this confident, this… dominant, it's arousing. Titillating. Sexy. Not even Narcissa Malfoy comes remotely close, and she injects veela blood into herself."
And then I stopped short, and looked directly into her eyes. Amelia smirked at me in victory. I looked back at the vial standing innocently on the table.
"You spiked it with veritaserum."
"Yes," she said simply.
"And you never cared about the potency potions. All that taunting about giving up and your magnanimity was just a clever distraction, to get me to drink it."
"Yes on all counts," she agreed. "It was quite convenient that you are so easy to rouse. A casual dig about your masculinity and you fall backwards to prove me wrong. A word to the wise, Harry. You must learn to control your emotions."
"That's sage advice and everything," I said, frowning. "But isn't it illegal to spike someone with veritaserum without their consent?"
Don't be a baby, Harry. A single drop diluted by ten pints of potency potion. It's absolutely safe on all counts, except for the slight loosening of the tongue."
"Oh, well that kind of makes it all fine, except for one thing. Why did you put veritaserum in the potion?" I demanded with utter consternation.
Amelia laughed. "Had to be sure, Harry. We're under a wager, and I absolutely need to know if you were fibbing about your incubus nature, and more importantly, to keep you from lying even when you are defeated and unable to go on." She smirked. "But my word, Harry. Narcissa Malfoy of all people. Guess she bedded you in return for letting her son go. To think you'd be so cruel to use her own desires against her husband. What a terrible man you are!"
I stiffened. "Against her husband?"
"Come on Harry," she sang, "give me a little credit. You cannot expect me to believe that you gained all that insider information through detective agencies. You had to have someone on the inside. Two plus two is four."
I blinked, but didn't say anything.
She smirked. "I want you to promise me something, Harry. Promise me that you will use your full prowess. Bring out the incubus within you. Show me everything you're capable of."
"Amelia…" I croaked. "Do you want to lose? I'm just trying to make this a fair fight."
Her expression faltered. "That's sweet of you, Harry. But it doesn't work that way. This wager is me proving that I am more than enough for you. I can't prove that if you're playing with one hand tied."
"Amelia.." I tried for one final time. "You don't know what you're asking. To this date, I've only used my power once, and it wasn't nice. Trust me, you don't want me to use it."
She grinned. "Now I absolutely have to test myself against it. Bring it on. Promise me Harry, that you will use your fullest power."
"Amelia—"
"Promise. Me."
I sighed. "Fine. I promise. I will use my power. But when shit hits the fan, don't tell me I told you so."
"Sure," she drawled. "Now stop dawdling and let me inspect the goods."
I did a semi-circular flick with my own wand, and murmured the banishing charm. It wasn't as sleek or attractive like her wordless spell backed by minimal wand movements had been and only removed my outer clothes, leaving me in my boxers. But I wasn't there to compare my spell repertoire or efficiency with her. She was the DMLE Director, with decades of experience under the belt in that field. I was there to show her my experience in an entirely different set of parameters.
Activating Devil's Charm
I yanked down my boxers, and stood out of it. And from within, now released, bouncing around before coming to a stop, pointing directly at her, was my throbbing, hard-as-concrete cock. It jutted out straight from my body, pulsing with desire, standing proud. It was the first of the three effects of the perk.
It almost felt like a lifetime ago when I had done this subconsciously. It was when I had fucked Hestia for the first time in bed. The transformation it had triggered back then was surprising as fuck, and truth be told, I hadn't quite registered it back then. In a single fuck-session, Hestia had changed from a dominating bitch to someone willing to ensnare her best friend if it meant she'd get more of my cock. I had thought that she was just that much starved for a good cock, but it couldn't have been farther than the truth.
It wasn't her.
It was me. Or rather, my Devil's Charm.
I thought back to when I had first gained that epiphany. Bloody buggering hell. I had subconsciously altered Hestia's mind and her emotions in the way only a very sinister psychic dark curse could. And I had done it by fucking her.
At least, that was the theory. Using it against Amelia Bones, a woman with highly developed Occlumency, would be a true test of this. It was time to see what the Devil's Charm, a perk forged of Pheromone and Femme Fatale could unleash when used at full power.
Her eyes went down to my crotch automatically. I could see her running her eyes up and down the length of my shaft, admiring it, lusting for it.
"Wow," she marvelled, licking her lips. "I am very disappointed you didn't show this cock to me back when we fucked, young man."
I smirked at her attempt at chastisement. "You know what they say. Good things come to those who wait."
"I've had it so many times, but Merlin, it looks so big, so smooth. And your balls…" She licked her lips again. "Merlin, even the head feels larger. Fuck! It looks so powerful!"
"Guess you're not that sad that James Potter passed you over."
"Uh, no, not at all," she said, as if stuck in a trance. "My two-decade long wait was so worth it. If just for this."
"You can touch it, if you want," I said. Amelia rolled her eyes at me, annoyed that I thought she needed my permission. She took a step forward, and ran a finger across the top of my dick. I shivered as I felt her finger run down my length, playing gently with it, before the rest of her fingers coiled around my weapon, squeezing it.
She leaned forward, and before I could react, stuck out her tongue and attacked my neck. The sheer rawness sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me. Amelia ran her tongue up my cheek and then with a flourish, finished her lick by flicking her tongue at the corner of my mouth, before moving back slightly, our lusty breath hitting each other's face.
I looked at her eyes, her right hand now jacking my cock vigorously. The tension between us overtook everything else. We dove towards each other, our mouths colliding roughly in a savage, open mouthed-kiss. Our lips fused in a perfect seal, our tongues waging war in each other's mouths. Her smooth lips slid against mine, her lipstick smearing onto me, as we ravenously attacked each other.
It was pure insanity. Pure savagery. We were fighting for control, our hollowed cheeks deepening the kiss further than physically possible. We explored each and every crevice of each other's mouth, our spit mingling and making the kiss wetter. Our lips smacked as we Frenched. Amelia pressed herself into me, her breasts against my hard chest, grabbing my neck with her left hand as she tried to jam her tongue down my throat.
I cupped her arse-cheeks and dug my fingers into her firm flesh. My fingers then slid back up, travelling along her velvety skin to her bare breasts. And then before I could maul them, she stepped away.
"Okay," she breathed, meeting my eyes. "This was a nice surprise. Shall we move to the bed?"
I slid my bare arse up the bed, against the headboard, my lean body exposed, and my jutting cock pointing towards the heavens. Amelia sat at the edge of the bed, eyeing me lustfully. Her hands ran up her body, digging her fingers into her fleshy jugs, squeezing them firmly, flicking her fingers over her throbbing nipples. She slid them further down her belly and over her cunt. Then wordlessly, she got her knees on the bed and pulled me by the ankles by a few inches, crawled over and lowered her face, her lips hovering above my shaft. She let some spit drip from her mouth, landing on the tip of my cock, and began to jack me with her right hand.
Then she met my eyes.
"You think I'm afraid of this?" She whispered, her eyes staring daggers at me. "You think I'm afraid of your big cock? You think that just because it's massive and pulsing, I don't have what it takes to destroy you? Understand this, Potter. I'm about to suck you dry. I'm gonna drain those fat balls of yours. And when I'm done with you, you'll beg me for relief. And then you'll be mine. You'll know that I am your better and you will worship me as your goddess. I don't care that you have a house. I don't care for your whores. You will make yourself my ward, and live here with me. Even when you go to Hogwarts, you'll return home every Saturday, your balls loaded with a week's worth of cum, your cock throbbing with anticipation for my pussy, because trust me, Harry Potter, after this, after tonight, no one will be able to sate you. Whether you win or lose this wager, I am going to ruin you for every single woman out there. The bitches can scream and cum right and left over your cock. You can have one, or two, or maybe even fuck a gang of witches, but it'll never be enough. For they won't be me."
She moved her face closer, pursed her lips, and gave the tip a big, juicy kiss. Her hot spit began coating my shaft, as she began to bob on my meat, with more and more of it entering her tight, clasping throat. She was slobbering all over it, my shaft covered with her drool, her spit pooling around my balls. After taking in the whole cock and gagging on it for several moments, she finally pulled back to regain her breath.
"Wow," I said, unable to help myself. "Not even Hestia was able to get the entire thing in one go, and she's the best cocksucker I've ever had."
"Well, you haven't had me before. At least, not with me trying."
Saying that, she attacked my balls, her tongue running circles around them, coating them with spit, massaging them with a divine firmness. She swapped balls, taking the other in her mouth, playing with it hungrily.
"Yes!" I moaned. "That's it! Suck my balls. Run your tongue across my sack. Feel how swollen they are? That's all you're gonna be doing after tonight. That's all your mouth is gonna be worth after this. To suck my cock. To grease my balls. To lie in bed as I take you in every hole and send you screaming to oblivion. That's your destiny!"
"Oh yeah?" She asked, pulling her mouth off with a pop. "All this cum will be mine, you say?" She coiled her fingers again and jacked me furiously. "You want to hose me down with it? Fuck me as I rub your filthy, nasty, delicious cum all over my body?"
"Ugh! Yes!" I claimed. "For all your big talk, your first reaction was to be my submissive. To shake that arse as you stood over your table, asking that I fuck you over it. Face it, Amelia! For all your talk of dominating me, you want to be my submissive. One of my conquests. You want to end on your knees, waiting for me to return from Hogwarts, so that I can fuck you and leave you with your face splattered with my cum. You want my cock to screw deep into that arse."
Her eyes flashed with lust.
"Yes! I will have you bugger my arse. I will have you spear that gigantic dick into my arse. I'll make you drill my cunt with your cock all the way till the root, and I'm going to suck my juices off your cock like a nasty whore. That load of cum in your balls that you're so proud of? I'll swallow it in one go. That's how nasty I am. How does it feel, knowing that your most potent weapon is merely a snack for me? Trust me, when I'm done, I'll leave you a drained shell of a man, and then let you go."
Her lips twisted predatorily. "Watch what's next, Potter. You won't be able to get it up for any woman after this. Only me, Amelia fucking Bones, will be able to get you stiff. Only I'll get your blood boiling. Only I'll be able to give you what you need. I'll fuck you into this bed and leave you groaning. I'll see your scream in frustration and curse yourself for taking the wager. You will walk back to my mansion and beg me to make you cum. And when that happens, I will own you."
And then she plunged herself upon my cock. She was relentless. Her throat kept squeezing me, her hand massaging my nuts. Every move she made was trying to coax the cum out of my balls. I reached down and forced her head firmly downward, gripping her hair tightly. I don't know exactly what she was doing or how she was doing it, but I just couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Fuck!" I groaned, as my cock throbbed powerfully. Unable to control myself, I grabbed her head tightly. Amelia immediately pulled back, leaving only the tip of my cock in her mouth, as a thick wad of cum shot into her sucking lips. I arched my back as I came, jet after jet of cum filling her mouth. I saw her gulp, swallowing my load, not even losing a drop, like a good whore, gulping down while her hands kept squeezing my cock, forcing every drop of cum into her mouth.
"Look at you," she sneered disdainfully. "I thought you had potential. But one blowjob, and you're cuMming like a fountain.." She wandlessly summoned her bra from the floor, and began putting the cups back in place. "Maybe those pathetic little sluts are all you're good for. If not for the contract, I'd not touch you ever again."
Her viciousness got me throbbing. Her saying that she had lost all respect for me as a lover pissed me off, especially because I hadn't even gotten started in the first place. I wasn't broken, or beaten, and far from done.
My tanks might have been emptied just now, but they'd be back to full soon enough.
But the worst part was that she had attacked my pride. My skill as a sexual being. Quite naturally, I saw red.
Before she could clasp her bra shut, I sat up straight, wrapped my arms around her and grabbed the bra from her hands. Roughly, I threw her down beside me, snatching the bra and throwing it on the floor, her massive udders jiggling at my actions. Before Amelia could even react, I was on top. I saw the way her eyes flashed with lust, as I grabbed her melons and dug into her luscious flesh.
"Not so quickly, Amelia," I hissed. "First blood goes to you, but the battle is far from over."
I brought my mouth down and sucked the rubbery nipple on her right.
"Oh, yes!" She moaned, her fingers playing with my hair. "Haven't you heard, darling? She, who strikes first, wins?"
Goddamnit. I needed to teach this sexy bitch a lesson.
I lifted my head slightly, and met her eyes. And then I went down and bit her nipple.
Amelia screamed in pain and ecstasy, as I twisted the other nipple with my hand, going straight to the offensive. I mauled her breasts over and over again, not getting enough of them. They were so incredible, so big and so soft. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I lifted my face to take one look at her, and found her staring at me with molten desire in her eyes. Then, pausing only for a moment, I dove down face first, shoving my face into her cleavage.
I cupped her massive rack, getting as much as her soft flesh into my hands, pressing them together. I was swimming in softness, with her breasts on either side of my face. Her hard nipples scraped against my cheek, her sexy perfume and the light sheen of sweat overwhelming my nostrils as I rubbed my face into her cleavage. I turned to the left and began sucking her right nipple, squeezing it with my lips as tightly as I could. I heard her purring as she massaged my hair lovingly.
"Mmmm…" She moaned, "I could let you do this to me all day, everyday. "You really know how to suck nipples, darling. But there are other parts of me that demand attention. Other parts of me that could do with that fastidious worship."
She spread her firm legs, and pushed me down, and I found my face inches above her bare cunt.
"Look at that sleek, taut cunt, Harry. This is what's needed to pleasure your cock. Not the plump, nice, little pussies of married women. Not the tight, clampy slits of virgin schoolgirls. This is what you want. So kiss it. Use your tongue. Show me you know how to give pleasure while you're at it."
In one smooth motion, I dove down and attached my lips to her small, tight, dripping cunt. I pushed my tongue in and gave it a long, hot lick and pulled back.
"Fuck!" said Amelia. "Go on, darling. Don't be afraid. Eat it."
So I did. Her juices were like ambrosia. Flavorful, hot and absolutely incredible. The taste sent a jolt through my cock as it rubbed against the bed. I pushed my face into her hot cunt, my tongue lapping at her copious juices, giving her fevered licks.
"Yes!" She hissed, scratching my scalp. "Yes! Eat that cunt! Eat it! Go deeper!"
It was driving her nuts.
"Don't tease me, Harry," she pleaded. "It's been two decades since I've had that cunt eaten. Suck it! Oh fuck! Yes, I'm so! Oh! I'm so close! Keep going… keep going!"
She was right on edge, right about to cum and right then, I took my lips away from her.
"Oh you fucking little prick!" She gasped. "Keep going! Don't stop! Don't fucking tease me like this."
"Oh? Unbearable,is it?" I taunted, but Amelia reached down and just grabbed my head and pushed me against her cunt again.
"That's it! LICK! LICK MY CUNT! USE YOUR TONGUE! Yes! Oh yes! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm GONNA CUM! FUCK! YES!" She kept on moaning. "Get on it! Make me cum, Harry! Lick my fucking cunt!"
I looked up, met her eyes.
"Remember. You asked for this."
And then I hissed.
"FUCKKK!" Amelia howled and arched like a crazed madwoman, like she was being broken in half. Her thighs slammed against my head so tightly, that had I been a normal person, I'd have gotten disoriented. Amelia spasmed, her hands all over the bed, her mouth open and screaming like a thousand ants had bitten her in her pussy all at once. She threw her head back and kept raining her fists upon the bed, howling at the top of her lungs as her orgasm hit her. Her cunt quivered and suddenly, my mouth was inundated with a hot stream of her cum. It kept squirting into my open mouth, wave after wave of it filling through, leaking past my lips, and falling on the bedspread. I gulped it all down, the insides of my mouth was now awash with her hot sex-juice, coating my cheeks, my teeth, and infusing her flavour onto my tongue. And I couldn't describe it as anything but like an aphrodisiac.
My cock throbbed.
Her thighs were trapping my head, holding it in place as she rode out her orgasm. Her arse was bouncing off the bed as she kept flexing her cunt, trying to squirt out all her cum out of her sweet, divine cunt. Finally her body relaxed and her arse fell to the bed as her orgasm dissipated, her squirting reduced to a mere dripping. She spread her legs and allowed me to escape. I pulled away to catch my breath, her juices dripping off from my mouth.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she groaned, still gasping. "That — that was something. Wasn't it? I — I — oh fuck! I almost forgot. You're a Parsel— uh! — Parselmouth!" Her legs kept shaking as she laid bare before me, her breasts moving up and down with her heavy breaths, a sheen of sweat covering her entire naked form. And then, she flipped her body around, lying on her breasts, and spread her legs again, lewdly displaying her pussy and arsehole to me.
I grabbed her arse, and drove my hips into her, trying to enter her pussy, but it didn't want to give. I didn't know if this was some kind of self-reinforcement magic, but her pussy was just not giving in. I pushed harder, trying to drive the throbbing tip into her cunt. Her puffy lips spread slightly around the tip, but it was still not allowing entrance. I might as well shove a beater's bat through a pinhole.
"C'mon Harry!" She cackled. "Do it! Fuck me! Tear that mature pussy. Show it no mercy! Give me everything you've got! Unless, you're afraid your cock might break?"
My blood boiled, and I scowled. She wanted the beast. Fine! She'd get it.
I reared back and drove into her as hard as I could, with no mercy or regard for any discomfort. And finally, the lips yielded and wrapped around my full, mushroom tip.
"Ugh!" she moaned.
Now that the hard part was over, I reared back and drove into her a third time, and this time, it was super effective. I was able to drive at least half of my cock into her eager, grasping cunt.
Amelia spasmed.
By God, it was unbelievably tight. Like I was trying to drill into a forty-year-old virgin pussy. Her cunt squeezed my cock from every angle. It was smothering me in pleasure, doing things to me that I couldn't put in words. It was like quicksand, wet and velvety, and pulling me deeper with every move. Her cunt wanted more, and I was happy to oblige.
I pushed deeper, and by now, it was almost all the way in. Amelia squealed, as I grit my teeth and reared back one final time, and then pushed the entire thing into her pussy.
"FUCK!" Amelia screamed, feeling her cunt filled to the brim with my dick. I could feel her cervix at the spongy tip of my cock. A shiver ran down my spine as I clenched my arse, to prevent myself from cumming inside her right away. This was to be a marathon, and the race had only just begun.
"Just stay right there, baby!" Amelia groaned. "Give me a moment to adjust. My pussy hasn't had something that thick ever."
Her eyes were closed, and for a moment, I wondered if it was already over. Had my cock been too much for her? I remembered how the last time we had fucked in her office, Amelia had asked me not to fuck her that hard every day. Was that her limit? Had Devil's Charm already ended the game before Amelia even had a chance?
I never noticed how Amelia pushed one hand back until she reached for my neck. And then, she gripped it hard and pulled me forward, until I was lying over her, my cock fully lodged up into her pussy. She twisted her neck and kissed me in the mouth, our lips tasting the violent mix of our individual juices, our tongues mashing again. My cock tingled in her pussy as Amelia slipped her body around like an eel, and before I knew it, she was straddling me, her pussy clenching my cock as she stared down at me and smiled arrogantly.
I grabbed her hip. "Why the act?"
"I was letting you have your fun, darling. But make no mistake, it is I that only ever is on top." She said, looking down at me wickedly, her humongous breasts hanging down above my face. She looked down at her abdomen, where both of us were conjoined, her juices leaking down upon my cock. "I'll say this, you're impressive. That cock, and that parselmouth ability of yours is formidable, and that is why, I can't risk you going anywhere. Harry. I'll take permanent ownership of your cock, starting tonight. Say hello to your new mistress."
And then the barrage began.
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