I looked with satisfaction at the unconscious girl on the bed, feeling good about myself for a job well done, but this wouldn't end here.
I made my clothes disappear and then opened Penelope's legs to position myself on top of her, bringing our faces to the same level. I decided to bring her back to the conscious world by giving her soft kisses along her body... her lips, her neck, her breasts...
Penelope quickly began to come back to herself, mostly due to the revitalizing application of my power used with each touch of my lips. By the time her blurry eyes started to open, my hands had already traveled all over her naked body and were now gently squeezing her breasts while my kisses moved back up to her face.
"...mMhnhm... W-what...?" She woke up confused, weak, and feeling a familiar yet unfamiliar warmth.
When her senses reactivated enough for her to realize what was happening, she tried to get up with the strength she had, but at that moment, I kissed her passionately, sliding my tongue directly into her mouth. My hands embraced her, holding onto her while also somewhat immobilizing her.
Penelope felt a mix of fear, confusion, and pleasure as she was kissed and touched that way. She tried to figure out what was happening, but quickly lost herself in those emotions, and the one-sided kiss became reciprocal shortly after, with her actively participating in the battle of tongues.
My hands returned to attack her breasts while she was still not completely in her right mind, squeezing them and gently pinching her nipples. The levels of arousal kept her in a state of semi-confusion that allowed me to do all this, and she knew it. Little by little, she was realizing what was happening but felt she didn't have the strength to resist; she had that itch inside her that was only growing, and the little bursts of pleasure that randomly consumed her took away every bit of strength she could muster.
Penelope was both enjoying and suffering from this situation; her body craved more of this overwhelming pleasure, but in her head, she couldn't stop thinking that this was wrong. Her internal struggle was interrupted by the sensation of something hard and hot touching and rubbing against her most special area, which had been quite wet for some time, making her shudder.
It took her a moment to realize what she was feeling down there, but by the time she did, she felt that hard, hot thing had stopped rubbing and was now pushing into her. She opened her eyes wide and tried to scream something when she felt herself being opened and, with a sudden movement neither too fast nor too slow, that thing made its way inside her, sweeping everything aside.
She couldn't even moan properly due to the tongue still invading her mouth and could only shed tears silently as she lost her small treasure. The slight pain of the insertion had woken her for a few seconds, but the avalanche of sensations that followed made her lose her reason once again.
My hips withdrew shortly after being inside her to push again, causing the now-woman to make some very erotic moaning sounds. That was just the beginning of the action.
I started to fuck her with little to no rest, my penis entering and exiting her constantly, lubricated by her juices and a bit of blood. My lips almost didn't part from hers until I noticed her need to breathe, and it was when I released her and moved away that I could see her face, completely red, and her breathing ragged.
The pleasure I was giving her was something she had never expected. She felt that it should have been something unpleasant and painful, but all the pain was overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through her body, making her want to scream at the top of her lungs.
Her half-formed words were stopped again by me, but not because her lips were attacked once more. I had lowered my head to her chest and was now sucking on one of her nipples.
"AGhhh..." she moaned as she placed her hands on my head, never having thought her nipples could feel that way and unable to prevent herself from digging her nails into my scalp.
Penelope was experiencing an overdose of pleasure, her senses were in such high overstimulation that she felt she could have a heart attack at any moment. That burning rod melting her insides, her nipples being squeezed, her body being groped, the uncontrollable sounds she was making, the strong smell of sex she was starting to perceive… everything was overwhelming her until she couldn't take it anymore, and that sensation she felt when I eat her returned but much stronger.
"AGGHHHHHH..!!!!!" She groaned loudly as her back arched and her hips trembled to the point of feeling numb.
She tensed for a moment before collapsing back onto the bed, hoping that the dizziness would slowly fade away. She no longer knew how to react to this situation now that it had happened; in that brief moment of post-orgasmic lucidity, she thought about what had just occurred and what was to come, but she didn't expect to discover that I hadn't actually stopped.
That overwhelming feeling of pleasure had vanished, only for that growing pleasure to return without her realizing it. My penis continued to enter and exit her without pausing for a second. My lips had returned to hers, and she had neither the physical strength nor the will to stop me.
She felt all those emotions once more, but in a more controlled way than before. She felt overwhelmed but still retained a bit of reason, and in a way, this allowed her to enjoy it even more. The kiss no longer felt so invasive, and now she could participate more in this exchange of saliva, which she did, though she didn't know why.
We continued like this for a while until she came again, and I did too, making the pleasure for her even greater as she felt something warm staining her already burning insides. And even when that happened, she understood that this wouldn't be the end when my hips only paused for a moment before starting to move again.
Slowly, our movements became more wild as she began to move her hips in sync with mine, causing them to collide with increasing force. Our kisses became more frenzied, my hands squeezing her breasts tightly while hers clawed at my back.
She started to enjoy me sucking on her nipples, letting me stay there longer each time, holding my head with her arms and pushing me against them. Her legs wrapped around my waist, not allowing me to pull back until she got her release.
She didn't even realize when we changed positions, but she didn't care; at this point, all she wanted was to keep going until she died. Any thought was silenced by the sounds of her own moans, which grew increasingly animalistic. With her hands and knees on the bed, she received my cock from behind, listening to the sound of wet applause with each of my thrusts.
She never knew how many times she had felt that addictive pleasure of coming, but it had happened so many times that at moments she thought that was the natural state she should be in. Similarly, the feeling of me coming inside her also began to be something she longed for, as if the reason for her existence were that.
The sex that she had only recently been unaware of was the only thing on her mind at that moment. Before she realized it, she didn't feel any different from a slut as she listened to what she herself was saying. Begging for more, for harder, to be filled—things that would embarrass her now only excited her even more, and every time she had any strength, she made sure to scream them out.
She no longer cared about anything else but continuing like this, neither her desires nor the consequences; she just wanted to keep fucking.
"YES!!! FILL ME AGAIN!... I NEED IT!... I NEED ITHHH...!!!"
...
It was hours of pure, wild, animalistic sex, which could only take place thanks to my power that constantly revitalized Penelope so she could remain trapped in it.
She enjoyed it until the very last moment—every touch, every kiss, every lick, every sticky moment… There came a point where just feeling my cum enter her made her climax, right until that last time I came inside her, and she fell unconscious from the pleasure.
That was when I let her sleep, although if she had wanted, we could have continued. I didn't move away from her; I stayed by her side, holding her, watching her naked body and her heavy breathing.
Eillen had come back at some point, yelling at us for fucking in her house and bed, but in our wild moment, we ignored her. To prevent her screams and insults from waking Penelope, I soundproofed the room.
I waited quietly until, after almost six hours, Penelope woke up. She looked exhausted but satisfied at the same time. Slowly looking around, she tried to discern where she was and what was happening.
She managed to understand after feeling naked under the blankets and smelling that strong residual scent that lingered because nothing had been cleaned.
That smell was the catalyst for the memories of what had happened to flood back to her, and she rubbed her legs together. She felt empty… dirty, though not in a literal sense… but at the same time satisfied. Involuntarily, she pressed against me, and we ended up embracing instinctively.
"Good morning."(Red)
"..." She didn't respond, just resting her head against my chest.
"Water?" I said, handing her a bottle I took from my inventory.
She grabbed it and drank slowly until she almost finished it before handing it back to me, and then silence returned, with her exchanging her lost gaze between herself, the bed, and me.
"What do I do…?" she whimpered, with tiny tears in her eyes, but not crying, simply hugging me a little tighter.
"..." Now I was the one who fell silent, watching how Penelope suffered a slight anguish; she didn't seem overwhelmed or anything, just a bit sad.
"How...?" she asked rhetorically in a low, slow tone.
"How what?"
"How do I move on? How do I leave you? Everything I said before—what sense does it make now? What do I do? How will I meet someone after what you did to me? I… I am already… dirty..." she said, struggling to explain what she felt.
"You don't have to do any of that," I said, caressing her back.
"This is what I have left... just accept it...?" she said pitifully, but without getting agitated at all; at this point, she seemed a little indifferent.
"You can do whatever you want..."(Red)
"But how...? I can't be the same after this... even now I feel like I'm getting wet just from the smell, and that makes me feel... so much like a slut. What did you do to me?" she asked again rhetorically. "What do I do?"
"Be my wife."(Red)
"That's not fair!" she raised her voice a little but not too much. "Why can you have everything you want?! I was going to leave you, and now you did this to me, and... I can't...!" She started to cry harder.
I interrupted her sobbing by kissing her, and it worked very well. Despite still crying softly, she quickly became part of the kiss, letting her sorrows dissolve. When we separated, she was still letting out a few tears while looking at me pitifully, perhaps hoping I would console her.
"I love you, my Penny," I said, hugging her once more to keep her close to my warmth. "And I don't want to lose you. I'll make you the happiest woman in the world, I'll give you everything you want and need..."
"..."(Penelope)
"You're not a slut; don't feel bad for enjoying what we did. It was something beautiful... in its own way... and we'll do it many more times," I said, and I saw her shudder at my words as she involuntarily moved her hand to her crotch.
"...but... I wanted... my life..."(Penelope)
"...hmmm... how about we make a deal?" I said while drawing circles on her body with my finger. "Let's continue our relationship until I finish my education at Hogwarts... or, until you graduate. Let me show you what we can have together. If you end up seeing that you like it, you can stay with me, and if not, we can end it, and this time I promise not to do anything to stop you."
"..."(Penelope)
"Besides, no one has to know what happened between us. To everyone else, you'll still be the kind and intelligent Ravenclaw student, not the dirty girl who begged for more and more from me," I whispered in her ear, making her blush. "And during this time, we can keep doing this... again and again... as many times as we want... I know you liked it; I did too. It felt so good. If we're a couple, it's normal to do these kinds of things, so let's do it many more times."
My words received no verbal response, but I could feel Penelope shivering, and the gears in her head were turning. She said nothing but turned to rest her forehead against my chest. I kept telling her that everything would be okay, giving her hope and offering her everything I had, prompting her to rub her head against my chest in silent agreement.
She felt she had no other path and ended up accepting. At this point, it was her only option; I had already taken her virginity, and despite all my flaws, she needed something to give her security at that moment.
We stayed embraced for a while longer before we sealed our deal with another session of passion, only this time it wasn't wild like the last one. No, this was slow and loving. With a deep and prolonged but gentle kiss, our hands intertwined, and our bodies moving to the rhythm of the music in our hearts.
It wasn't too short or too long, just enough for both of us to come simultaneously, something I achieved with my skill. After that, there was a break, a scene where we dressed slowly without separating much from each other and spent a few more hours together. Finally, after managing to pull away, I sent Penelope home.