The Last Horcrux/Lestrange Manor/Bathroom/Fantasise about Daphne Greengrass
You start to fantasise about Daphne. Oh sweet pretty Daphne. You want to do all sorts of terribly naughty things to her. You remember the last time you stayed at her house for a sleepover. You were both in the same bed and giggling together as you dared her to take off her clothes. You were so close to getting her to do more and then her damned little sister Astoria came in and spoiled things…
You rub your pussy harder, pulling the bathplug out with your foot to let the water drain.
Next time you’ll force her to be naked. You’ll trick her out of her clothes and play a tying up game. You’ll tie her arms to your headboard and her legs to the posts of your bed, so she can’t escape. Please let me go! she’ll beg, but with her naked and at your mercy, you won’t be able to resist her. You’ll take off your clothes and lie on top of her, feeling the tingle of her naked skin against yours. Maybe her nipples will be hard too. Her breasts are growing, you’ve seen them. Will she have some blonde hairs on her pussy yet? Either way you are going to lick and taste her.
Poor sweet innocent Daphne. Naked and tied up and getting scared. You’ll kiss her, and maybe she’ll get excited and like it. Or maybe she won’t, but it doesn’t matter because your going to make ever have sex with you whether she likes it or not. You’ll kiss down her neck, you’ll suck on her swelling nipples and bite her growing breasts. You’ll lick down her tummy, until you reach her pussy, then you’ll feast on her most special place, not caring if she’s moaning in ecstasy or begging you to stop.
I’ll lick your pussy Daphne, you think. I’ll lick it all over and spread you open and find your clit. Then I’ll torment you by grinding my tongue against it mercilessly.
By now you are frantically rubbing your own clitoris as the water rapidly drains from your bathtub. Your pussy is soaked from the water and your own arousal as you touch yourself over and over and bite your bottom lip.
“Uughhhh…” you moan and squeal with pleasure.
Daphne would be moaning too. Even if she started out reluctantly, you know your tongue on her clit will be too much for her to resist. You’ll lick her and lick her, no matter how long it takes, until she writing and shuddering with orgasm and your face is soaked with her pleasure. And when she’s cum, your rub your pussy against hers, and against her thighs, and her tits, and finally her face, forcing her to give you oral pleasure in return, riding her pretty face and making you look her in the eye as you orgasm all over her…
“Daphne… Daphne…” you gasp as your pussy spasms and clenches and throbs with the sweet release.
The thing possessing you seems temporarily subdued. Your orgasm is something it can’t seem to resist.
“That’s one thing you can’t take away from me you bastard,” you tell the Dark Lord.
You lick your fingers, tasting your tangy juices and play with your nipples for a moment longer, before briefly showering, drying your body and your hair, and dressing for dinner.
