Grace Riddle was almost trembling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. On one end Pandora Malfoy was sending Harry gifts, a gesture that most would recognize as a form of courtship. On the other hand she knew the boy seemed rather uncomfortable with the gestures, and probably the idea of dating her.
She should have seen it coming, knew they had some form of sexual contact the previous year and yet had brushed it off as a one-time thing.
What if it wasn't though? What if they were still seeing each other? What if Harry was sleeping with the girl, who was so much closer to his own age, so much younger and prettier. What if it was more than just a few light touches and some silly childish gifts? What if they were sneaking around during the summer to see each other, sneaking around during the school year? What if she took delight in fucking him as often as possible?
Jealousy and anger spiked in her veins but unlike before when she allowed such things to lead her to foolish actions and accusations she took a moment and a deep breath.
She was jealous, yes, but she was also undeniably aroused. The conversation from earlier in the summer rang through her mind, the promise to use this for more constructive purposes rather than upsetting him.
Without realizing it she had led them a good distance from the mansion, far enough they would likely be out of sight especially with the large trees growing nearby. There was a bench near one and it caused her to stop and turn to him.
There was uncertainty in his eyes and a hint of guilt. "Do you trust me?"
He frowned and for a moment she was uncertain but then she examined it closer because it wasn't one of his 'I'm thinking' frowns it was more of a 'why would you even ask that' frowns.
"Of course I do."
It eased away so many things, not everything of course, but more than she realized. "Sit down, please."
Obviously curious, he followed her request even as she undid the scarf from her neck, the same one he had bought for her the previous Christmas. Grace took a short step forward while folding the object up so that she could comfortably slip it around his head to cover his eyes without blocking his nose or mouth. True to his statement moments prior he did nothing to resist, even leaning forward a bit to allow her easier access to tie it around back.
"Not too tight?" He shook his head, "Good, now then about Pandora…"
"I didn't…"
"I know what you did Harry, I saw the two of you together during the Holiday party."
He paled, "I-I'm sorr…"
But she cut him off with a finger to his lips, "Don't be, I'm not mad at you. Jealous? Most certainly, but not mad. You are free to experiment with whoever you like remember? As for me… well like I said, I am trying out a new approach to my reactions."
She grabbed his wrists next before gently pulling them behind his back and binding them with a simple spell.
"Tell me if you want let out, okay?"
He nodded, breath already staggered and clearly a bit turned on by the situation.
Good
"We are fairly close to the mansion," she whispered, "close enough that someone could see us, could stumble upon us on a walk and you would never know. One of those old perverted witches could be hiding nearby, watching."
Unceremoniously, she ripped his shirt open, mentally noting to repair it afterwards and exposing his bare chest to the warm summer air.
"Has Pandora seen you naked?" Grace half-taunted, "Have you allowed her to see your bare body, your young, throbbing cock?"
He barely managed to shake his head even as her hands traveled lower, gripping the waist of his pants. "No? What a shame, you saw all of her, played with her, and yet she hasn't even been allowed to see you beautiful body."
She managed to slide his pants down followed shortly after with his undergarments, leaving him exposed to any passerby. It was erotic and arousing, seeing him on display like that, 'hopelessly' bound and unaware, knowing he could be seen or used by anyone without even realizing it.
Reaching out, she trailed a finger along his boyhood and earning a gasp for her efforts, "It could be anyone touching you right now. Some 'noble' woman with a fantasy of young boys, one of your classmates, your stalker. Imagine what Pandora would do to you in such a position. Would she take her time touching and teasing or…"
She knelt and swallowed him without pretense, taking him completely into her mouth with an almost ravenous hunger, tongue exploring his shaft with lips tightly secured around him. After a few moments of enjoying such a thing she pulled back with a 'pop' of her lips before moving next to his ear,
"Would she do something like that?"
His chest was heaving and seeing him gasping for breath and pleasure had her even more aware of her own arousal, her own soaked cunt that was nearly delirious with hunger as well.
"No, no she wouldn't do that would she? She would skip to the main course."
Standing, she pulled her own dress aside before ripping off the soaked panties and stepping over his seated form. Taking his cock in hand she dropped her waiting lower lips, greedily taking him into her body with a single motion and sending spikes of pleasure through herself, and him if his groan was any indication.
She began riding him with almost reckless, youthful perhaps even teenage, motions. "This is how she would fuck you" she whispered next to his ear, trying to paint the image in both of their minds. "Taking advantage of your young body, using you for her own pleasure."
His hips were struggling to meet her pace and it only fueled her fantasy of how he would give in, how he would claim he wasn't interested but would fuck the young heiress in return.
"Wh-who else" she questioned, voice cracking from the pleasure. "Who else has had you? Who else has tasted your cock?"
"A-Amy and Harriet" he moaned, earning a nod from the woman. "A-and Hermione."
"Mmmm I bet she was ravenous" she half purred, half moaned. "Did she ride you, use her v-vocabulary to c-call you all sort of names?"
He shook his head once more, the sound of wet cunt devouring his youth growing louder with each bounce. "I-I was on top, I fucked her."
Fuck the thought almost had her cumming but at the last minute she managed to hold off, slowing and rolling her hips to regain the paper-thin control she still maintained. "Again," she practically growled in demand. "Fuck her again, and your sisters, and Lovegood, and Weasley, and all those pretty girls who stare at you. Fuck, I want to see them use you, desperately bounce on your dick while you whimper their names, while they breed you."
She came, holy shit did she cum. It felt as if her soul was leaving her body as she spasmed and groaned his name while distantly aware she was draining his balls in return.
The two rode out their orgasms together, allowing her to press her body into his, enjoying the moment and pretending, if for only a moment, that there was something deeper between them.
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