"Buuuaaahhh... sniff sniff... aaaahhhhh!"
Here I am, sitting on the bed next to Lavender, no longer in my ghost disguise, while she cries uncontrollably, covering herself with the sheet. After... well, after she... climaxed, I felt I couldn't take this any further without worse consequences. Leaving without a word wasn't an option either; if she found out I was alive, she'd take it even worse.
My initial plan was to use her post-orgasmic moment to make her sleep and make it all seem like a dream, but after what she revealed to me, I decided it was better to talk about it. Unfortunately, it's been several minutes with her crying non-stop, and all I've been able to do is say awkward words of comfort.
"It's not that bad…" I murmured.
"Kill meeee...! Buuuaaahhh!" she replied between sobs.
"And… what if you end up becoming a ghost?" I tried to joke.
"BUAAAAAA!" she cried even louder.
"Alright, it was in bad taste, I admit it, but you have to admit that…" I stopped, unable to find a proper ending for that sentence. Honestly, I was lost. I could handle innocent girls or sluts alike, but Lavender was the first with a mind as twisted as mine. That unexpected empathy made everything harder.
"Come on, Lavender, it's not that bad…" (Red)
"I want to die…" she sobbed. "I thought it was a dream..."
"We can pretend it was, a nice dream, nothing more." (Red)
"It's not the same!" she whimpered, her words choppy. "No one was supposed to know that!"
"That you're a perverted slut to absurd levels… or that you liked it so much you want to replace Hermione?"
My words only made things worse. Lavender cried louder (yes, apparently that was possible) and turned to bury her face in the pillow. Her sobs were so heartbreaking that I started to worry she might suffocate in that impractical way.
"Lavi, please, stop crying. Let's talk…" (Red)
Several more minutes passed. She kept crying, and I gently stroked one of her calves while trying to think of something useful to say. Finally, her tears began to run out, and although her breathing didn't fully calm down, at least it resumed a more acceptable rhythm.
"Look, as for how horny you are… I admit part of the blame for giving you that book." I paused, sighing. "As for the rest..."
"It's your fault too…" she murmured, her face still buried in the pillow, making her words a bit difficult to understand. "If you weren't a potential cheater, I wouldn't have feelings for you. I wouldn't feel like I had a chance, and I wouldn't even think about being with my friend's boyfriend."
"Wait… potential cheater?" (Red)
"That's what we all think…" she said, not lifting her head. "Well, maybe not all of us. Hermione, for sure. She seems convinced you can change."
"Wait, wait… all of you think that?" I asked, feeling a slight chill.
"I think... they should. It's pretty obvious." (Lav)
"And how do you know that?" (Red)
"By how you treat us all… our group is just girls, and you're always there, getting along with all of us." She paused. "Besides, you act like that character from the book you gave me… going from woman to woman and leaving children everywhere." The blush in her ears gave her away, even though her face was still against the pillow.
"I think I'm going to have to burn that book…" I muttered, thinking about all the things I'd written there. I just got carried away, using my ability to write quickly. Now it seemed like a mistake.
"Don't you dare!" she shouted, suddenly turning around. Her eyes were red and swollen, but the glare of her anger was unmistakable. "You've already taken my dignity, you're not taking my treasure!"
"Look, a moment ago it was you who was shouting for me to take your dignity." (Red)
Sniff. Her nose wrinkled, and I could see her eyes filling with tears again. Recognizing the signs of a new crying attack, I quickly intervened.
"Okay, okay, Lav. Don't cry again, it's alright. Look, to calm you down: yes, I admit it. I'm a potential cheater, as you guessed." I tried to sound conciliatory, though somewhat ironic.
"I knew it! And… and that's why all this happened." Her voice trembled, a clear echo of the confusion and guilt inside her.
"Tell me something, Lav: did you really expect me to cheat on Hermione with you? Did you just want to be a mistress?" I asked with curiosity, trying to understand what was really going through her mind.
"No... yes… I…" she hesitated, clearly struggling with her own thoughts. "I thought that at some point you'd be with me. That you'd look at me… and pounce on me like a beast thirsty for… for lust and sex." Her tone began to change, regaining that theatrical nuance of hers, though she seemed unaware of it.
"But it's not that I wanted to be just a mistress. I wanted to fall in love like any other girl… have a man who truly loves me. But… but these things, these other things, have been causing… itching down there… for a while," she looked down, embarrassed, closing her legs.
"I understand." I replied thoughtfully. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Some people, like us, are more… precocious in those aspects." I commented, remembering my own beginnings.
"But… if anyone finds out…" she murmured, now filled with fear.
"I'm not planning to tell anyone. Are you planning to go around telling people I'm a 'potential cheater'?" I asked, giving her an easy way out.
"No…" Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Perfect. Now, though I'd like to leave, I think this is a good time to clear a few things up." I said, giving her foot a couple of light pats.
"Are you going to pounce on me? Rip my clothes off, rape me until I can't resist, and turn me into your slave, a disposable toy completely dependent on you?" Her tone was shy, almost distressed, but I couldn't ignore the slight hint of emotion growing in her voice.
"For Morgana, Lav… I didn't think you'd sink this low. What happened to you?" I asked, stunned at how quickly her attitude had changed.
"Sorry..." she murmured, embarrassed. "I don't know why I'm like this. I used to only think about love, about finding someone perfect. But after reading that book you gave me, those things started to interest me... and when I have free time, my mind gets filled with dirty, inappropriate thoughts... naughty things, like you say. I still want love, but I can't stop thinking about the other stuff. It turns me on, Red. It really turns me on..." Her voice was almost a whisper of self-loathing.
"Lav, I'm not judging you." I responded firmly. "I don't mind that you're like this. Why would I? I'm just like you. I won't look down on you for being a pervert, especially if I'm the one who opened that door for you, directly or indirectly." I grabbed one of her delicate feet and brought it to my mouth, kissing it slowly while looking her in the eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I put her small, soft toes in my mouth, sucking them for a few seconds.
I saw her shiver. Her eyes were wide open, and her breathing quickened. I glanced sideways at her clothes, which had magically dried, now showing signs of moisture again at the bottom.
"R-Red..." she moaned my name, broken and full of desire.
"The truth is, Lav... I'm not really a potential cheater." I said, trying to keep my tone serious. Her expression changed; even in her state of arousal, she seemed puzzled and perhaps a little embarrassed. "In a way, I've always been cheater... No, actually, I've never really had a monogamous life. From the start, I knew I wasn't made for that." I sighed as I released her foot, but my fingers continued massaging it, spreading the little bit of saliva left on her skin.
"So you already...?" Her voice trembled, cutting off her sentence. Despite her discomfort, she couldn't help but look at me intensely, searching for an answer.
"That's right." I admitted without hesitation. "In fact, there were others before Hermione." My voice had no trace of doubt or guilt.
"Eh... you can see it that way if you want." I shrugged, trying to stay calm. "The truth is, I didn't have any plans with you, at least not for now. I'm not going to deny that I'm interested in you, because we're friends, and... well, you're attractive. But I was going to wait a few years before trying anything with you. The thing is, this joke got out of hand, and... well, here we are." I smiled sincerely, not worrying too much about revealing more than I should. "Although, to be honest, I didn't expect you to be almost as perverted as me. But hey, I don't see it as a bad thing. At least now I have someone to share my darkest fetishes with."
"What...?" Lavender looked at me with a mix of disbelief and embarrassment. "You're saying that... you're like me? What exactly have you done? Besides being with a lot of women... have you been with several at once?" she asked, still blushing and clearly uncomfortable, but moving her legs with a slight rub she was trying to hide.
"You have no idea." My tone became more mischievous as I leaned toward her. "Since you're getting involved in this, well... I've done it all. Yeah, I've been with several women at once, but that's just the beginning. A friend of mine used to be a madam and... I learned a lot from her prostitutes."
Lavender stared at me, wide-eyed, her expression a mix of surprise and something deeper that she was struggling to keep from surfacing.
"I've also experimented with handcuffs, some light torture... but probably the most twisted thing I've done is... well... bestiality."
"You did it with an animal?!" she exclaimed, stopping her legs suddenly and staring at me with wide eyes.
"A unicorn, who is now my women." I admitted with a little embarrassment, scratching the back of my neck.
"That... is... disgusting." Lavender frowned.
"I'd believe you if you weren't trying to hide how you rub your thumb against your nipple." I smiled, amused by her obvious internal struggle.
"It's just..." she looked down, her face even redder as she avoided my eyes. "It's so... disgusting... but when I imagine you doing it... I feel so..."
"Horny? I know. You're easy to turn on, Lavender." I smiled mischievously, ignoring how Lavender's imagination seemed to run wild with my stories. "We should do something about this before this gets you into trouble."
"And what are you going to do to me now?" she asked, her tone full of embarrassment but also unmistakable excitement that was reflected in her words. "You said you wanted me now... are you going to make me one of the females in your harem?" Lavender looked away, but her breathing betrayed her. "Will you take me right here? Will you rape me over and over until I'm unconscious, then take me to your sex dungeon? Everyone at Hogwarts will wonder where I am, while I'm used in twisted ways... forcing me to be nothing more than your toy, and when they find me, I'll be nothing more than a bag of man's milk that doesn't even remember who I am..." Her voice trembled, and her legs pressed together so tightly it seemed like they might merge at any moment.
"I don't think it's a good idea." My response was deliberately light, with a touch of humor to ease the tension. "If another student disappears from Hogwarts so soon, Dumbledore would hang me by the balls at the entrance of the castle."
"Wait..." she murmured suddenly, her eyes widening with a spark of understanding. "Does Gemma's disappearance have something to do with you?" Her tone was trembling, though I couldn't tell if it was from fear or the growing excitement inside her.
"Yes." I nodded, not making too much of it. "Although she's not in a sex dungeon, if that's what you're thinking. I might consider it, but no... She left because I got her pregnant and wanted to make sure she was safe."
"Pre… pregnant?" The word fell from her lips in a halting fashion, and her eyes clouded over as she unconsciously spread her legs, letting me see the embarrassing wetness in her underwear. "Now you're going to knock up me right here and now…?" A soft moan escaped her lips, and her body shuddered slightly.
"Did you just have a mini orgasm?" I asked, surprised.
"I... I... I don't know. Maybe..." Lavender looked away, clearly embarrassed as her breathing continued to rattle. "I've never had an orgasm before. Well, until recently... when you dressed up as a ghost..."
"Wait, you've never masturbated before?" I raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "You know, fingering and stuff."
"No..." she murmured, her voice dropping even lower. "The most I did was rub my hands against my clothes, but I never got to... orgasm." Even saying the word made her blush harder. "I didn't want to put anything in me to keep myself pure... because, well... in my fantasy you... when you could no longer resist your male impulses you would turn into a beast... I wanted you to taint the purest version of me with your insatiable lust." Her words ended in a whisper, and she quickly grabbed a pillow to cover her face in embarrassment.
'Lav... you're sick.' I smiled widely, leaning toward her. 'But damn it, I love it.'"
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1st Additional Chapter
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