Off or on? It was a seemingly innocuous question, if one didn’t sider the bigger picture. But Aurora knew better. The Astronomy Professor khat Harry wasn’t just asking her if she wahe toy off or on while he fucked her, he was asking her just how ready was she to submit to their new dynamic? There was no esg it. That much was obvious. He wasn’t asking her whether she wanted him to fuck her, he was telling her he was going to do it. And if she was being ho with herself at the very least… she could aowledge that she was immeurned on by that fact. Harry’s sheer charisma, the pure domineering machismo of the young wizard… he had her right where he wanted her. A, even now he was giving her a ce to trol this oiny aspect of their new retionship. Off or on… in the end, Aurora doesn’t even really have to think about it. “O-On…” Harry smiles at her knowingly, as if that recisely what he thought she was going to say. The sheer fidehat he’s exuding feels almost out of pce given his youth, a… has he not lived a harsh life? He’s the Boy-Who-Lived and while plenty of people celebrate him for his deeds as a one year old, no one ever really talks about what else happehat night. How he lost both of his parents to the Dark Lord. A shiver runs down Aurora’s spine as she sees Harry Potter for who he really is for the first time. Or at least a part of who he is. She’s just beginning to realize that there are hiddehs to the young man. There have to be, given what he’s shown himself capable of so far. Not only disc her toys but hijag them without her even knowing about it… he’s dangerous. And she’s pletely at his merbsp;“Very well, Aurora. Please… bend over your desk for me.” He sounds so nice about it. So jovial and well-iioned. But his tone belies his words and his as. Shivering, Aurora reflects that this recisely what she’d been waiting for. What she’d been anticipating. The order to turn around and bend over her desk so he fuck her atop it has e at long st. She ’t refuse him… but privately, she also doesn’t want to. She wants… she wants more. Closing her eyes, aowledging just how thhly she’s been ered, Aurora shucks her already open robes off the rest of the way, letting them fall down into a pool of cloth at her feet. Her front was already exposed to him, but now the dark-skinned witch turns around, showing off her shapely behind and hss figure in its ey as she steps up to her desk and carefully bends over it. Her hands pnt palm down on the desk and she arches her back almost instinctively. Her ass lifts high into the air, and she bites her lower lip, feeling Harry approag her from behind. After a moment, his hands e down on her ass, his fingers spreading her dark cheeks nid wide. She knows what he sees there, led between her buttocks. The glittering stylized full moon at the end of her anal plug, the toy adorned with a beautiful sight for any man who mao reach this point. In all hoy, she always wanted something like this to happen. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have made all of her toys, from her piergs to her plug, so o look at. Her nipple and clit piergs for instances were glittering stars, made to shine oh shtly against the dark backdrop that was her skin. Her anal plug was the exact same way, a beautiful moon… something of a joke, given she’d be mooning anyone who ever saw it. “What a lovely sight.” Harry’s amused toells her that he very much appreciates both the joke AND the view. When he suddenly taps on the end of her butt plug however, Aurora is unprepared for the vibrating toy to suddenly redouble in speed and power, causio gasp and the out a lewd, anguished cry as she bucks her hips and asms on the spot. She drops forward onto the desk, falling onto one elbow to catch herself even as she quivers and trembles from the sensations wrag her poor body. Her pussy juices squirt out of her, staining the front of her desk. All the while, the plug has been vibrating even more intehan before. She hadn’t… she hadn’t expected him to increase the speed. She hadn’t thought he would go that far. On or off had been the question, but when she’d picked ‘on’, she’d given him carte bo do whatever he liked with her at that point, hadn’t she? There was no helping it. There was nothing to be done. Aurora Sinistra was helpless before her young, well-hung student. And the cock that she’d just spent several miroking to full mast is suddenly led against her drooling pussy lips, just waiting to thrust into her from behind. A wanton moan leaves her lips, both from the feeling and the anticipation of more… but Harry doesn’t thrust in. Instead, running his hands over her shapely buttocks, groping and squeezing her heart-shaped derriere and her fred hips, Harry holds himself just at her entrance… and hums to himself. “… Earlier you asked what I want from you. Now I’ll ask you the same thing Professor. What do you want from me, Aurora? What do you desire most?” Aurora wishes she could say she wanted him to leave her aloet what he saw. But the words cat her throat. Even if she could force them out, she knows that they’d be a lie… and she knows that Harry would reize them as a lie instead. She tries to stay quiet, whimpering as he tio molest her. But when his fingers slide around to the front of her crotd he begins to py with her clit pierg, she knows he won’t let his question go without an answer. He won’t fuck her until she begs for it… so that’s what she does. “I want… I want you to fuck me, Mister Potter. I want you to s-stick y fat coside of me and stir up my insides. I want you to p-plow me silly, and rail me until I ’t think s-straight!” There’s a brief pause, and then Harry chuckles. “Mm, I appreciate the hoy. But please… when we’re alone like this, call me sir.” Then, having delivered that domineering order with a particurly satisfied silken tone, Harry thrusts into her at long st. Aurasps, her fingernails g into her desk as she’s jolted forward. A panting moan leaves her lips, even as her tightness ches down on his cock, his member catg partway into her. Then, he pulls bad does it again, forcibly peing deeper into her on the sed thrust. And then deeper still ohird. The fourth. The fifth. It quickly bees pletely silly, trying to keep track of how many times he’s thrust into her. That’s something her frieima might try to do, the mathematical bitch that she is. No, Aurora soon finds herself uo focus on anything at all other than Harry’s cock… and of course, the stantly vibrating butt plug still buried in her anus. She both does and doesn’t regret asking him to keep the toy on. On the one hand, it’s definitely augmenting the experience. Both of her holes are stuffed right now, her flexing and gushing pussy filled to the brim with Harry’s cock, and her ass stretched wide by her own hijacked toy. Oher hand… it’s driving her absolutely wild. Maybe she could have better kept her wits about her if it was JUST Harry’s cock that she had to tend with, but instead she’s being attacked from two angles. And it’s driving her mad. Her eyes threaten to roll ba her head, even as they go crossed from the pleasure. And her mouth is wide open, uo close as she moans and groans her way through thrust after thrust. She ’t keep her hands under her, and sooner rather than ter she all but colpses forward the rest of the way onto her desk. Burying her fa her arms, the Astronomy Professor tries to muffle her squeals and screams even as her pussy sells her out all the same, stantly and rapidly flexing, gripping, and tightening around Harry’s rampaging pribsp;Her breasts, now pressed against her desk, also betray her. Or more accurately, the piergs there further make it impossible to focus on anything but the pleasure she’s currently being run through at the moment. Her poor nipples are run roughshod bad forth across the desk, her piergs scraping and tugging oeats while her titties shudder and shake and squish into the hard wood. Harry doesn’t hold bae bit, fug her so hard from behind that she finds herself lifted up onto her tip toes by his thrusts, and she doesn’t e back down. Her dark legs, ramrod straight, quiver and shake, turo jelly by the sheer power he’s currently smming into them with. Her ass, thighs, and hips jiggle and bounbsp;SMACK! SMACK! SMAbsp;The sound of flesh spping against flesh, specifically Harry’s flesh spping against her flesh as he thrusts into her from behind, fills Aurora’s and the Astronomy Professor pletely loses track of time. She doesn’t know how long he fucks her. Bent over her desk, pletely at his mercy, all she do is hang on and endure. Well, that and cum her brains out from the most pleasurable experience of her entire life. She’s such a horrible, perverted wretch. This whole situation is one of her own making in the end. She wahis to happen, and now that it finally had… she was enjoying herself far too much. Aurora is filled with just as much self-loathing as she is pleasure, even as she pletely ruins the front of her desk with her stant squirting. Her pussy juices flow out from the tight spaces around his cock, and spray all over the floor and the desk itself. Losing track of how many times she’s cum for him is about par for the course, really. But she knows it’s been a lot… and she’s not really that surprised when at long st, he grunts and pulls back for the final time. His cock pulls out of her and his hand closes in her hair at the same moment. In no position to fight him on this, Aurora’s jellified legs positively colpse under her when he yanks her back off of her desk, spins her around, and pushes her to her khere’s not an ounce of resistance as Aurora Sinistra kneels before the young wizard, her nipple and clit piergs glittering like the stars they’re made after. He sps his coto her face, and Aurora opens wide, lolling out her tongue and rolling out the red carpet. Harry smiles down at her, his emerald eyes glowing as he slides his member right into her mouth. He uses her mouth like he used her t, with very little input from Aurora oter. Thes out a heartfelt groan and begins to cum. She tries to swallow. Truly she does. But the viscosity and thiess of his cum overwhelms her, and the majority of his load ends up all over her fad tits instead, painting the dark-skinned witch white with jizz. She’s never been more humiliated. Never been more degraded or shamed. And she’s certainly never been more turned on. “Good girl, Auro ahead and yourself up. We’ll talk again. Soon.” Shuddering, Aurora bows her head in submission, knowing it’s not up for debate. “Y-Yes sir…” A moment ter and Harry Potter is gohe young wizard doesn’t even need her help iing past the ented lock she’d pced on her door. He slips out of the room like it’s not even there, leaving Aurora shuddering and trembling in a puddle of her own juices, coated in his cum… and already both dreading and anticipating the ime they would ‘talk’. -x-X-x- The m, Harry sits at one end of the Gryffindor Table, eating breakfast and sidering the events of the night before. Things with Aurora were off to a r start as far as he was ed. He hadn’t yet cimed her properly via the ritual, but that was only a matter of time… literally. He couldn’t just fuck a woman and immediately ect his magic to hers. He ime and multiple ‘sessions’ in order to properly feel her out first. Beltrix had only been as easy as she was because of just how close their e was in the previous timeline. Aurora, while Harry and her had had a couple flings, was not nearly as close to him. Once he knew her like the back of his hand, once he knew her magic as though it was own… only then could he take it and MAKE it his own via the ritual. Of course, the ritual also required plete and total submission from the witch participating in it. Aurora Sinistra wasn’t quite there yet. She might have thought she was there, but she didn’t fully uand just yet what it meant to submit to him. Once she did… and once she iably gave in all the same, then and only then would Harry ect their magitil then… he just o decide what his step was going to be. Did he want to focus only och at a time, or was it better to be more proactive and spread his attention among multiple active quests? Was he- “Harry?” Blinking, Harry kicks himself for his ck of situational awareness, looking up from his meal to see that one Hermione Granger has sat down oher side of the table across from him. The young brue is looking at him with worry in her eyes, and a frown on her face. Harry throws her a quick smile. “Hey Hermione, what’s up?” Her frown only grows, however, her brow furrowing. “You’ve been… so distant Harry. I just… I know you and Ron haven’t been speaking, but you’re both still my friends. And I just… you know I’m here for yht Harry? I want… you ask me for help, you know? With the Triwizard Tour?” Ah. Truth be told, he hadn’t evehinking about that. The First Task would arrive when it arrived, but until then it was very low on his list of priorities. Likewise, Hermione was… well, she was a good friend. She always had been. However, she wasn’t a didate for the ritual. Not yet. Harry had to admit, he was a bit focused on other things at the moment. Staring at her, he tilts his head as he siders how to best respond.