A little AN: All characters in the pairing will be of age, so do keep that in mind.
-Break-
After a night of multiple orgasms for both, Harry had a pleasant morning session with Gwenog that continued in the shower. They had agreed that none was looking for a relationship right now, but they were happy to keep up this arrangement if the other was okay. It turned out both were more than okay with it and with a final kiss, Harry left her apartment and returned to Hogwarts.
It was the last day of school, and he was supposed to be introduced to the students at the End-of-the-year feast. Exams had already ended, and he expected a ruckus throughout the castle as was the norm.
He appeared through the fireplace inside what was now his room and once he got dressed, he made his way out.
There were certain things he knew he needed to take care of soon. Voldemort was gaining power. There were already the whispers of his ascent outside the castle, and even though the attacks had not begun in earnest, he knew it was only a matter of time before the madman began wreaking havoc across Britain. If he remembered correctly, there was already a faction in existence in Hogwarts, with Gryffindors and Slytherins at each other's throats.
The thought of them brought his mind to the people he had lost but who were now alive. His parents were alive, and so was Sirius. Thinking about them filled him with a sense of longing. He wondered whether he should tell them about who he was before he discarded that idea. They were not his parents or godfather. They were James, Lily, and Sirius from this timeline. He might consider them his parents' younger selves but they were different people. It was better to form a relationship with them based on who he was now. Not to mention the fact that he was almost five years older than them meant it would be awkward to consider them his parents and not the young teenagers that they were.
Something else he recalled was that the people he might find in this timeline were not necessarily the same people he knew from before. Most of them were teenagers who had not done anything yet. As such, he needed to keep it in mind to not treat them based on his preconceived notions.
"There he is! Harry Potter!"
Harry turned around at the abrupt shout and his eyes widened when he saw who had called him.
Four Gryffindors – all easily recognizable rushed over to him, a bespectacled boy leading them and flanked by another with long curly hair that reached his shoulders while the other two followed behind. Harry had to remind himself once again that no one had done anything yet and that there was still hope.
"Yes?" He asked, expertly hiding his emotions and looking at them.
"You are Harry Potter, right?"
Harry nodded.
"Where did you come from? How come I've never heard of you before?" The boy asked curiously.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Harry asked, feigning ignorance.
The boy sighed.
"I'm James Potter, the only son of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. As far as I knew, there was no other Potter beside me at Hogwarts, but then here you are," James replied.
Harry nodded in understanding.
"I thought you might be. You have the trademark Potter hair," he said, gesturing toward their heads both of which had messy black locks.
"Ah, he got you there, Prongs," Sirius chuckled. "No way he's not a Potter. And you know, it never lies."
Harry clearly understood what Sirius was talking about. Indeed they had seen him on the Marauders' Map.
"I'm from a cadet branch of the family," Harry replied. "You know how there's been so many generations of Potters already, drifting from the main family and all that."
James nodded in understanding.
"Well, in any case, good to meet another Potter. As you might know, we do need more of those," James said with a grin as he pushed his hand out. Harry happily shook it before greeting the remaining boys properly as well.
"You didn't attend Hogwarts, did you?" James asked keenly. "Never seen you before."
"I've been homeschooled, so no, I didn't," Harry nodded.
"What brings you to Hogwarts now then?" Sirius asked curiously.
"Well… you'll know it by the end of the day anyway, so I might as well tell you. I'm Dumbledore's new apprentice," Harry replied, chuckling at the looks of shocked awe on their faces.
"Merlin's balls! Seriously!?" Sirius gasped. Harry nodded with amusement.
"The Headmaster has not taken an apprentice since—"
"Professor McGonagall," Harry finished for Remus, who nodded slowly.
"Lucky you," James muttered. "You must be getting to know so much obscure magic from the old man."
"We've not even started yet," Harry replied as they walked down the stairs. Sirius and James exchanged a look before they followed.
"Hey, listen Harry," James began with a mischievous grin. "I know we don't know each other but I can feel we're going to get on really well. We're cousins, after all."
Harry nodded a bit warily, wondering where the boy was going. His friends stared at him questioningly.
James grinned. "You'll teach a bit of what the old man teaches you to your dear little cousin, right?"
Harry stared at the boy and snorted as he looked at the expectant faces of the other three boys. People could say all they wanted about how the Marauders were nothing but troublemakers, but there was no denying the intellect they possessed, even Pettigrew. It was a no-brainer that they would want to learn.
"Why not?" Harry shrugged.
"That's my cousin right there," James grinned as he punched his arm. "I knew we would get along just fine."
Harry chuckled as they reached the second floor. Suddenly, a cry from the corridor a little ways away from them made them stop.
"I'm sure it's those assholes," James hissed and ran toward where the cry had come from, and the others quickly followed.
"Stupefy!" James shouted, flinging a stunning hex forward that hit one of the figures clad in the green and silver of Slytherin. "You lot never learn, do you?"
Harry turned the corner and his eyes widened at the sight. A young boy who looked to be in either his first or second year was crying on the floor, belching out slugs all over the floor as four Slytherin males stood over him with their wands trained forward. The scene was obvious.
"Twenty points each from Slytherin and detention with Filch," Remus said sternly.
"Piss off, Lupin," one of the boys hissed as he walked forward, and Harry easily recognized the face of Amycus Carrow. Looking over at the stunned figure on the ground, he was not surprised to see his sister Alecto there. "And you, Potter. You'll pay for cursing my sister."
The boy pushed his wand forward and cried out, "Aculeo!"
Harry decided to take care of the matter before it could escalate, and he stepped forward, swatting the Stinging hex aside before stunning the four students in the blink of an eye. The Marauders watched it in shock.
"Holy shit he's fast!" Sirius exclaimed. Harry looked behind at them and winked before he went over to the boy. He grimaced at the crying boy who was puking his guts out continuously. He had seen Ron under this spell, and unfortunately, he had no idea how to take care of it.
"I'll take him to the infirmary. You guys deal with these five, alright?" Harry asked, earning nods from the boys. "Good. I'll see you all later then."
Harry gently wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder and conjured a hanging bucket that floated in front of the boy. He cast a numbing charm over his front to stave off the discomfort. The boy looked at him in gratitude, still puking slugs but at least not feeling the pain and disgust.
-Break-
The Hogwarts Infirmary was a place we was intimately familiar with, having spent numerous days confined to one of the beds during his time, and the path was one he had taken many times. As such, he entered and led the boy over to the bed he used to be in.
"I see they're still at it," a somewhat familiar voice from behind him made him turn around, and his eyes widened when he saw none other than a younger Narcissa Malfoy looking at the boy.
'Narcissa Black, not Malfoy,' he corrected himself in his mind.
"Uh… yeah, I found him getting cursed by a few Slytherins," he replied, still coming to terms with the fact that he was looking at the woman he had shared a house with for almost three years. However, what he didn't expect was the sudden influx of thoughts that invaded his mind.
He always knew Narcissa was beautiful, but a young Narcissa clad in a Hogwarts nurse outfit was breathtaking. Back when he had been living with her, he did indeed have a few thoughts about her, but nothing ever happened. He found her attractive even then despite the fact that she was over two decades older than him, but now she was his age, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance.
He watched as she went about her way to treat the boy. A flick of her wand made the boy's stomach glow faint blue before she flicked it again, casting a freshening charm through his entire digestive system. The boy breathed in relief.
"All good," she smiled at the boy who smiled gratefully at the blonde before looking at him.
"Thank you mister," he said. Harry simply patted him on the head and nodded.
"Go on then," he smiled. The boy nodded and ran out of the Infirmary.
"I'm not sure I've seen you here before."
Harry turned toward Narcissa and once again remarked to himself just how beautiful she looked. Nodding, he smiled.
"I've been homeschooled," he replied.
"I see," she nodded. "What brings you to Hogwarts then?"
Not seeing any harm in telling her as well, he said, "I'm actually Dumbledore's new apprentice."
Narcissa's eyes widened, and by now Harry was already used to the reactions.
"I heard about it from Madam Pomfrey, but I really thought she was joking," she replied as she looked at him. "You must be something if the headmaster agreed to take you up as an apprentice."
"I sure hope so," he replied with a grin before looking around. "So you're a healer here?"
"Trainee," Narcissa corrected gently, pointing to the badge affixed over her left breast. Harry looked at it and nodded.
"Narcissa Black. I met a relative of yours just now. Sirius, I believe his name was," he said.
"That problem child," Narcissa giggled, and Harry was taken aback for a moment. In his past, she never giggled. The only smile he had seen from her was a smirk. Nothing else. Seeing her giggle was surprising, but one he liked very much.
'Merlin, I feel like a lovesick fool,' he thought furiously to himself.
"I hope he didn't trouble you?" She asked. Harry shook his head.
"He and his friends actually helped me out a bit with those Slytherins. I tasked them with taking care of them," Harry replied.
Narcissa shook her head in exasperation.
"I want to pity those Slytherins for what my cousin and his little band of troublemakers must be doing to them, but for the life of me, I can't. They deserve everything they can do to them," she replied.
"It's been a common theme around here then?"
Narcissa sighed. "You have no idea. Slytherin has the highest number of blood purists, and after what has been happening lately, their activities have only worsened. They've even started targeting young children now."
Harry frowned. "The teachers don't do anything?"
"The most the teachers can do is deduct points or assign detentions. But those thugs don't care. Even the teachers have slowly started giving up now. After all, how long can you keep banging your head against the wall?"
"Why not suspend or expel them if that's the case?" Harry asked curiously, earning a small shake of the head from her.
"All those students come from prominent pureblood families that command a lot of power in the administration. The teachers know there is no use in expelling them. They would just return the next day."
Harry pursed his lips.
"Seems like an unsolvable problem then," he muttered. Narcissa nodded with a sigh.
"Many young students have taken to walking around in groups now, but many still get attacked. Most of the times they are so terrified that they don't even tell the teachers who attacked them. They all know, but without proof, they can't do anything."
Harry nodded in understanding.
"Enough of this. I don't think I even know your name," Narcissa remarked, looking at him.
"I'm Harry Potter," he replied.
"Potter?" She asked in surprise. "I didn't know James Potter had an older brother?"
"I'm a distant cousin actually," he replied with a smile. "From one of the cadet lines."
"A bit like me then," she replied with a nod. At his questioning look, she smiled. "My grandfather was the cousin of the Lord Black. I'm from the cadet line as well."
"Ah, I see," Harry replied. He didn't know that. He had always known that Narcissa and her two other sisters were Sirius' cousins but he never knew how distant their relationship truly was. "So how long've been you a trainee here?"
Narcissa flicked her wand, arranging the various potion vials in their respective compartments as she answered, "I graduated in '73, so three years now."
Harry nodded absently. Narcissa had told him that she had trained under Madam Pomfrey for three years before she suddenly left, and Harry didn't have to wonder why. Voldemort had begun telling his followers to consolidate the alliances he wanted, and as such, the families of Malfoy and Lestrange had approached the blacks for the hands of Narcissa and Bellatrix respectively. In only a couple of months, the weddings were held, and that had been the end of Narcissa's healing career.
Since she had been training for three years now, it meant the proposals would arrive soon.
"What about you?" She asked with a small smile. "Any particular career in mind? Although since you are Dumbledore's apprentice, I guess you'd like to be a researcher, or perhaps an alchemist?"
Harry shrugged with a small smile.
"Haven't thought much about it much, to be honest," he said, before looking thoughtful. "Although I think I'd like to be either a teacher here or perhaps try my hand at Quidditch."
"Really?" Narcissa asked in surprise. "I can understand being a teacher, but I certainly didn't expect a Quidditch player."
Harry chuckled. "I like to believe I'm a fairly good seeker."
"I'll take your word for it," she replied with a small smile.
It was not surprising for Harry to find it easy to talk to Narcissa after the past he already shared with her, and the more they talked, the more charming he found her. She was witty, and she had a dry sense of humor that still made him chuckle. He found himself enjoying her company, and given how she was so openly talking to him as well, he felt she liked his company as well.
Harry did not know where the idea came from. Perhaps because he had already done it once with Gwenog the previous night, he found it coming easier to him than he had expected.
"Would you like to join me for lunch at the Three Broomsticks?"
Narcissa looked at him in surprise for a moment.
"As in?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, confirming her thoughts.
Narcissa gave him a sad smile and put her hand forward, and Harry's eyes widened slightly when he saw a ring on her finger.
"Oh."
"It's just… I'm betrothed to someone, Harry. I'm sorry," she said softly. Harry managed a grin somehow.
"Hey, it's okay. I completely understand. I didn't know you were already taken," he replied. He thought he saw a flash of anger in her grey orbs for a second but he could not be sure.
"I don't like to flaunt it, that's why I keep the ring hidden," she explained. "I'm sorry if I…"
"Hey, it's alright. Honestly," Harry said with a small smile. "Now that I think about it, it's not surprising a woman like you is already taken."
Harry's eyes widened slightly as the words flew out of his mouth, and he looked at her, expecting her to be offended at what he perceived to be a remark too forward for someone who was promised to another. However, to his surprise, she gave him a small smile.
"That's sweet of you, Harry. I'm sorry if I somehow led you on," she said apologetically. Harry waved her apology off once again.
-Break-
A few minutes later, Narcissa watched Harry as he walked out of the Infirmary with a heavy heart.
She had been having her usual morning when he arrived, and it felt natural to talk to him. She did not know why but she found their short conversation to be very pleasant, and if she was being honest with herself, she felt at ease with him. He had a sort of calming effect on her.
It was disappointing to turn him down, no matter how tempting his invitation was. She had never dated someone. Being the daughter of the Blacks meant relationships before marriage were forbidden, and as such she had no experience when it came to the matters of dating. A part of her wanted to agree to his invitation, but she knew she could not. She had been promised to Heir Malfoy.
Not for the first time, she cursed her father and Lord Black for agreeing to the betrothal. However, she had no choice but to go along with it.
A part of her mind loudly cried out every time that she did indeed have a choice. She could always do what her sister did. Her sister, Andromeda, had run away with a muggleborn and they were happily married now.
However, Narcissa did not have someone like that. She was not approached anyway because of her family, and Harry was the first man who not only approached her but also asked her out. Even if she wanted to do what Andromeda did, she could not. Her sister had been with Ted for years before she made that decision. She had only just met Harry, and she didn't even know him that well.
Sighing, Narcissa shook her head to clear off those thoughts. There was no use in pondering upon those things.
To say that Harry was disappointed was an understatement. He had thought that the betrothal had not happened yet and he could have a chance with her, but it seemed it had. He was sure it had not been long since she had been betrothed to Malfoy, and he also knew it was only a matter of time before she got married.
However, he had no intention of letting the blonde ponce take her just like that. He knew she used to tolerate Lucius for Draco's sake, and she despised him for the way he had corrupted her son. Harry also knew that she was not happy in that marriage. She deserved better, and he would ensure that. Not only because he owed her for what she had done back during the war, but also because of a little selfish interest of his.
For now, though, he could not do anything without Narcissa herself wanting to get away from Lucius. It was not as if he could just go over and tell her to forget about that ponce and be with him instead. They knew each other for less than half an hour. It meant nothing.
With a sigh, Harry turned the corner and suddenly grunted when something collided with him. He went tumbling back, hitting the floor. Something struck his forehead and the back of his head hit the floor, making his eyes tear up slightly. His breath was knocked out of him as he felt a weight land on top of him, right over his belly. He grunted and groaned, dizzy from the impact.
He opened his eyes blearily and look up just as the person who had collided with him pulled back slightly, arms on either side of his head. He stared for a long moment, his vision slowly getting clear, into a pair of hauntingly familiar pair of eyes – eyes that were the perfect copy of his, or rather, the eyes his own were a perfect copy of.
Her curtain of red hair fell around their faces, shrouding them from view, and Harry's eyes traveled all over her face, burying every bit of them into memory. He had stared into those eyes every day, and he had looked at that face numerous times, but only a few times did she look this young, and always in the pictures he had received of her. There was no way he would not recognize his mother, or who was her younger self in this new world.
Her body was lying on top of his, and she was sitting right atop his belly. Harry felt a sudden feeling envelope him – one he had barely ever felt before. His magic seemed to dance, almost as if recognizing her. Her magic responded in turn, wrapping around his in a loving embrace and Harry felt his breath quicken. He had never felt like this before. His heart was thudding in his chest as his breath came out in short gasps. It felt as if he would pass out from the effect this encounter was having on him.
Harry felt a degree of protectiveness he had never felt for someone before. His eyes took in every feature of her beautiful face, inscribing every little detail to memory and comparing it to what he had already known about it. For her part, she seemed to be equally enthralled by whatever this was.
He knew she was not his mother, but he could not help but already feel highly protective of her. He wanted to keep her safe from any harm that might befall her, to hold her tight and never let go, and to cherish her always. He also knew that they were in the middle of the corridor and that he needed to get up. However, his body refused to even move, and all he could do was stare at her.
For her part, Lily stared at this stranger with whom she felt a sudden kinship. The feeling of protectiveness and unconditional love erupted in her heart just at the sight of those eyes that seemed so much like hers. She was always told her eyes were very vibrant and that they had never seen emeralds so bright before, but Lily felt this person's eyes were just as vibrant and bright if not more than hers. She felt confused, failing to understand how only a sudden sight of someone could make her feel like this before she finally realized where they were and what position they were in.
As quickly as she could, Lily pushed herself back to her feet, blushing profusely, and held a hand out. She watched as the stranger stared at her hand for a long moment before he took it, and Lily felt a surge of electricity through her arm at his touch. She almost flinched but kept herself steady as he pulled himself back to his feet.
"Lily…"
They suddenly turned toward where the voice came from, and Harry's eyes widened when he saw none other than a younger Severus Snape looking at them. His eyes were glaring at him before they softened slightly when he looked at the redhead standing beside him.
"I made myself very clear, didn't I?" Lily said icily, her emerald orbs staring at the boy with utter disgust. "You truly think I would want to be your friend after knowing your true colors?"
Before Snape could even speak, Lily turned around and marched away, and Harry was pulled behind. He could sense she was angry, and her grip was very tight. Despite not looking like it, she was one strong young woman, he had to admit.
Finally, she seemed to realize she had dragged him behind her and she came to an abrupt stop.
"Oh I'm so sorry for dragging you with me like that," she said apologetically. Harry smiled weakly.
"It's alright, miss?"
"Lily. Lily Evans," she said with a small smile and Harry shook her hand gently.
"Harry Potter," he smiled gently.
Her hand in his went slack and she slowly pulled away, looking at him with a small frown.
"Any relation to James Potter?"
"If it is, it's too distant," he replied with a small smile. "I'm from one of the hundreds of cadet branches that have come up over the centuries."
"I see," she muttered. "That's good then."
She suddenly looked at him with slightly widened eyes.
"I'm not insulting your family. Please don't take it wrongly. It's just… I can't stand him. He's always harassing me."
Harry sighed. He knew about it all.
"It's okay. I didn't take it like that anyway," he replied with a small smile, earning a relieved smile from the redhead.
They got talking for a little more and Harry told Lily about his apprenticeship with Dumbledore, silently remarking to himself that he was doing that a lot lately. As expected, Lily was shocked to hear it, and could not help but gush about how brilliant it was. Harry found himself getting carried away by her enthusiasm. It was when they finally reached the end of the staircase that Lily took her leave.
"It was nice talking to you, Harry," she smiled. "I hope you won't be a stranger?"
Harry chuckled. "You can count on me."
Nodding happily, Lily turned around and walked away, leaving Harry staring wistfully at her retreating figure.
-Break-
The end-of-the-year feast arrived, and Harry stood with a poker face as Dumbledore introduced him as his new apprentice. There were shocked looks from most of the student populace before they clapped while a select few applauded enthusiastically. He shared a glance with Narcissa who was sitting with Madam Pomfrey and saw her clapping politely. The blonde noticed him looking at her and she gave him a small smile.
He ignored the glares a large contingent of Slytherin students was giving him, particularly a certain greasy-haired boy and the group he had taken care of earlier today. He did not know what the Marauders had done to them, but considering they were present for the feast, it could not have been too bad. Harry was sure they got much less than what they deserved.
The feast lasted for almost an hour and culminated with Gryffindor being awarded the House Cup much to the ire of a particular house. Harry clapped with a proud smirk on his face and winked at James when the boy looked over at him. His eyes inadvertently traveled over the length of the Gryffindor table and he found the familiar pair of emerald orbs staring back at him. Lily smiled at him before she turned away when her friend said something, and Harry sighed.
His mind was awash with conflicting emotions as he finished his dinner in silence, only giving absentminded replies to whatever McGonagall or Flitwick said to him. Once the dinner ended, Harry took his leave and returned to his room. He changed into something casual and went over to the Three Broomsticks. He was an emotional mess right now, and the least he could do was get a bit drunk.
It was a bit late, and the pub was almost empty. There were a few patrons whom he recognized as villagers who used to come here to socialize every night. He ignored them and walked over to the counter, taking a seat.
"And what can I get for the Casanova here?" Rosemerta asked, clad in her barmaid outfit that displayed an ample amount of her cleavage. Harry's eyes stared at the exposed skin for a moment before he averted them away. He ignored the knowing grin she gave him.
"A large firewhiskey please," he sighed.
"I think not," she replied with a smirk, earning a confused look from him. "You, my dear, look like you need something stronger. Say, how'd you like the Rosemerta special?"
Sighing, he shrugged.
"Whatever," he said with an uncaring wave of his hand. His fingers drummed the counter as he watched her go about mixing his drink, and he could not help but stare at her. Madam Rosemerta had been the crush of hundreds of boys at Hogwarts in his time, and he was not unaffected either. There was some sort of pull she had over the male populace of Hogwarts.
Right now, she looked to be in her element, and he could not help but stare at how her tits rolled around in that loose outfit she was wearing as she shook her hands.
"And there you are, the Rosemerta special," she said with a grin as she placed the glass in front of him.
Harry took a sip and immediately his eyes watered. It was probably the best drink he had ever tasted, and it was strong, very much so.
"Fucking hell, this is good," he complimented. Rosemerta preened.
"I try," she smirked. "Now, wanna tell this lonely barmaid what's troubling you? Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."
Slowly, Harry drank and looked at her. He considered what to say. There was no way he was going to tell her about who he truly was, what was to come, or what he was feeling so conflicted about. A part of him was utterly disgusted that he would even ponder those thoughts about Lily, while another told him how she was not the same person and that there was nothing wrong in feeling about her like that.
He knew his feelings of love and protectiveness originally stemmed from the fact that Lily Evans was his mother. However, he also knew he didn't consider the girl he had met hours ago his mother. Another fact remained that those feelings had not surfaced when he met James Potter or Sirius Black.
Then there was the matter of Narcissa to consider.
Sighing, Harry decided to just admit what was troubling him while being ambiguous, never taking any names. When he was done explaining, he was surprised when Rosemerta giggled.
"Oh Merlin, I knew you were a Casanova," she chortled. "Last night I saw how smooth you were with that Jones girl. And today you come here, talking about two other girls? Building a harem, are you?"
"Not funny, Rosemerta," he groaned as he took another gulp, clearing his burning throat.
"Rose," she replied. "My name is Rose. You can call me by my name."
Surprised, Harry nodded.
"It's Harry for you then," he replied.
"Nice," she grinned before adopting a thinking pose. "Now, regarding this harem thing you've got going here… I think it's better if you started taking charge, you know, like you did with Jones last night."
Harry recalled a piece of similar advice from Narcissa back in the previous timeline. She had also told him that being all courteous was nice, but sometimes one needed to be assertive as well.
"Perhaps you need someone to guide you on that path?" She asked as she leaned forward, and the neckline of her outfit fell forward, displaying most of her large, round tits prominently for his eyes to feast on. Harry stared at them for a moment before his eyes traveled up to her lovely face. He felt his pants tighten at the smirk on her lips. He looked behind him and saw the villagers had already left. It was only the two of them in the pub right now.
Harry flicked his wand and the doors and windows of the pub banged shut. His eyes were trained on Rose who watched with a wicked smirk as he stepped off the barstool and came over to her side. With a wink, she turned around, swaying her wide hips seductively as she beckoned him toward her with her finger, and Harry watched as she went through the door behind the counter, presumably to her room.
He got inside and watched her figure facing away from him. Assertive, as she had asked then.
He heard her gasp as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his front against her back. His lips immediately attacked her neck and she tilted her head to the side, letting him explore the entirety of her skin. His hands came up and pushed her dress off her shoulders, dragging it down and freeing her luscious tits. The heavenly globes of flesh sprung free, and Harry wasted no time in grabbing them.
She moaned as he mauled her tits, fingers pinching and pulling her nipples as his lips kissed all over her bare shoulder and neck. He rolled her tits around, squeezing them firmly and playing with her nipples.
"I'll show you assertive," he grunted and before she could catch her bearings, he pushed the rest of her dress over her wide hips and down her legs. He was in no mood to wait around, and he could not care less about foreplay. This was a woman asking to be fucked, and he would give it to her.
He heard her gasp when he pulled her damp knickers down her legs as well and he stroked her lower lips, feeling her sticky juices clinging to his skin.
"You're so wet for me," he grunted as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His manhood sprang free, erect and ready to go.
"Only for you," she replied with a wicked smirk as she looked behind. "Aaaahhh!"
She cried out suddenly in shock when he spanked her, and Harry watched as her supple ass cheek jiggled enticingly. He smirked and bent her over on the bed, pulling her ass up and probing her entrance with his length.
"You're just a whore who wanted to be fucked tonight, aren't you?" He asked with a grunt as he pushed forward, shoving half of his length inside her in one powerful thrust. Rose cried out in pleasure.
"Last night too," she moaned whorishly. "Ah yes… give me that cock you bastard!"
Harry pulled back until only the head remained inside before he slammed inside her once again, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
"Fuck yesss!" She gasped. "I'd had my sights set on you last night too. Shame you went home with Jones. That lucky bint!"
"Less complaining," he grunted and with a firm grip on her ass, started furiously thrusting inside her. Her ass cheeks rippled with every slam, sending the lewd sounds of skin clapping echoing around the room. She gasped and moaned with every firm push of his throbbing prick inside her hot, wet pussy, her tits swinging under her as she was rammed into the bed. Harry had a firm grasp on her ass cheeks and he was plowing away relentlessly into her.
She was surprised and she was shocked. He was fucking her for only a minute and already she felt the raging fire of her impending orgasm burning. She had never reached climax from penetration only and here he was, already on the verge of sending her over the edge.
With a loud cry of unparalleled ecstasy, she felt her orgasm course through her like a raging inferno. Her legs gave away and she fell over, face-first, on the bed, taking Harry with her. However, he showed no sign of stopping. Planting his knee on the bed, he placed one hand on her ass while the other grabbed her hair in a fist and he pulled harshly, making her cry out as he continued to thrust mercilessly inside her.
"Fuck me! Oh you bastard fuck me!"
Harry grunted as he kept plowing her tight little pussy, hellbent on giving her more than what she had asked. He was breathing heavily from the exertion but he showed no sign of stopping.
Three more orgasms coursed through her in the next fifteen minutes during which Harry did nothing but use her body as he deemed fit. He manhandled her, fucked her from behind, pulled her to her feet and lifted her before he fucked her against the wall while she wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he threw her on her back before he fucked her hard. All the while Rose writhed on the bed as her tits shook back and forth with his powerful thrusts.
All of it culminated with him bending her over once again and mounting her from behind before finally he came inside her with a powerful thrust.
Rose felt her sodden quim flood with his hot, potent spunk and she could do nothing but lay there, face buried in the bed as this magnificent bastard pulled out of her, leaning over her back and kissing her sweaty skin.
"That assertive enough or do I need to do more?" He grunted in her ear as he nibbled on the earlobe and she laughed throatily.
"If that's how much you can fuck, there's no way one woman would be enough for you," she replied. "Go, you perverted asshole. Get your harem in order. In the meantime, my quarters are always open for you."
Harry chuckled and dropped on her back before he rolled over, bringing her with him. He held her voluptuous naked body against his front and his hands came up to grab her tits and squeeze the round orbs that jutted out proudly despite being way more than a handful.
"Thank you for that," he said softly. Rose simply turned over into his embrace and smirked.
"You had your fun. Now I'll have mine," she smirked and pressed her lips against his.
TBC.
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