The Last Horcrux/Lestrange Manor/Bathroom/Fantasize about Lavender Brown

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You start to think about your pretty friend Lavender Brown. She is such a cute girl, and nearly a year younger than you, as she has just turned eleven last month, whereas you will be twelve in October. You remember how cute she looked in her t-shirt and panties when you stayed over at her house for her birthday. Although she is younger than you, her sweet breasts are just starting to swell and her nipples are growing. Her pussy was still bare the last time you caught a glimpse of it, but you could have sworn her little clitoris was protruding from her slit. Beautiful though she is, perhaps the best thing about Lavender is just how oblivious she is to your raging lust. It must be obvious how you stare at her developing body, but the girl hasn’t the faintest idea.

Sweet innocent Lavender has no idea how much you long to kiss her all over

You run your hands over your body, wishing it could be her body that you are caressing. You need to find a way to touch her, to caress her, to make her yours. You need to get her naked somehow. Then it dawns on you: her naïveté is your gift. You will invite her over to stay the night, then decide that it’s bath time. Sweet innocent Lavender won’t hesitate to take off her clothes and jump in to a nice hot bath with you. You couldn’t possibly have an ulterior motives.

By now your nipples and clitoris are painfully erect. You pinch and twist your nipples with one hand, and massage your pussy and clit with the other, feeling the pleasure pulse every time you caress and squeeze and rub your special places…

Lavender would sit in water, facing you and luxuriating in its heat. There won’t be enough room for her legs, and you’ll feel her soft wet flesh against your thighs. Just for a moment, her calf muscle will slide across your pussy, slick with the water, and you’ll desperately want to grab her leg and rub your virgin slit against it again and again. You’ll control yourself though, and playfully splash her with some water instead.

Lavender will giggle, and splash you back a bit. She’s so pretty, and her growing tits are delightful, adorable swelling nipples that are just begging to be sucked.

“Are you looking at my boobs Emily?” She’ll ask you, maybe not as clueless as you thought she was. She’ll laugh, showing that she doesn’t mind but that she knows you are naughty.

“Yeah,” you’ll admit, laughing and covering your face in embarrassment, “you’re getting boobs now and I was having a peek. You’re really pretty Lavender, you’re going to have great boobs.”

“I hope mine grow nicely like yours are,” she’ll say, looking at your perky little breasts.

“They will,” you’ll reassure her, then giggle and splash her some more.

You’ll rub soap on her back, desperate to rub your hands all over her body, but too nervous not wanting her to freak out, then you’ll shampoo her hair and rinse it under the water. She’ll do the same for you, and as you sit between her legs, facing away from her, your bottom will slip on the wet porcelain of the bath tub and your wet body will slide against hers for just a moment…

The hot water feels so good on your pussy. You wish she was masturbating you instead.

She’ll wash your hair, and rinse it, and you’ll both get out of the bath. Towelling yourselves dry, you’ll run to your bed, and put on your nightclothes. Yours are an expensive silk nightie, whereas she’ll wear some cute pyjamas that accentuate her innocence. You’re almost sad when you both cover up your nakedness from one another.

You get out of the bath and go to your bed, still wet on the sheets, you don’t care. You have to quench the fire of lust in your hungry vagina and in your bed you can spread your legs wide and finger your slit…

You’ll wrestle with Lavender. You’ll give her a chance at first, then you’ll hold her down, hands around her wrists, your body pressed down on top of hers.

“Let me go!” She’ll squeal, still laughing and enjoying the game.

“Only if you give me a little kiss,” you’ll tell her.

She agrees, and you move in to kiss her, but only manage a quick wet kiss on her lips before she struggles and slips out from under you somehow.

You both wrestle some more, and this time you grab a hold of her legs and she tries to squeeze you in between her thighs. By this point your pussy is soaking wet and your night dress has ridden up over your waist. Her thighs clamped down around your midriff feel incredible, and it’s only the soft cotton of her pyjamas that’s stopping her flesh from being pressed against yours.

You work your way free until her ankles are either side of your head. You grab her thighs and pull her down the bed, deeper under the covers with you. By now her ankles are pressed up near her head, and the blatant sexuality of the position seems apparent even to her. She just giggles and blushes. Your wet pussy is pressed up against her pyjama clad bottom. You can’t resist it and reach for her pyjama bottoms, pulling them down and revealing her sweet little bottom and bare vagina.

“Hey that’s cheating!” She says, thinking it’s an unfair way to win a wrestling game.

You’ll respond by pulling her pyjama top half over her head, and while she struggles tangled up in it, you’ll pull her bottoms off completely, leaving her exposed and half naked. One she frees her head from her top and can see you again, you’ll pin her wrists either side of her head again with your hands, and lie down on top of her. This time, your wet pussy will be pressed against her thigh, and the top of your leg will be brushing against her bare sex too.

She’ll giggle some more, flustered and out of breath, her hair all in a mess, before she realises you’re just looking at her strangely.

“Let’s play a different game,” you’ll say.

“What kind of game?” She’ll ask, a little timidly perhaps.

“It’s a magic game,” you’ll tell her, “very secret magic.”

Her eyes will light up with excitement and intrigue, “what kind of magic?”

“It’s very secret magic,” you’ll say, “naughty magic. You have to promise not to tell anyone, or we’ll both get in trouble.”

“I promise,” she’ll say, and mean it.

“It’s…” you pause, “Sex Magic!”

“Sex magic?” She’ll say, surprised, “but we’re both girls.”

“When we’re older we can do it with boys, but we can practice with each other, if you want to?”

She’ll be too shy to say anything, but she’ll give you a tiny but enthusiastic nod, biting her lower lip as she does. She’s scared, but she wants it too.

You’ll move in and kiss her, gently at first, then passionately, feeling her lips, her mouth, the dance of her tongue against yours. You’ll pause and look at her, asking her if she likes it. She does and you’ll kiss her again, and again, and even more.

By now, you’ll be rubbing your pussy against her thigh and she’ll feel feel your smooth skin, your hair and your wet sex grinding against her leg. You’ll tell her to take her top off, and she will, as you quickly discard your night dress. Naked, you’ll press your bodies against each other and feel the electric thrill of forbidden flesh on flesh. You’ll kiss her again and again, and then you’ll start sucking on her swelling nipples…

By now you are frantically masturbating your pussy. You need sex so badly. You wish Lavender was with you so you could do all these dirty things to her and more…

Lavender would let you do whatever you wanted. You’ll be so horny at first that you can’t resist humping her leg until you orgasm fiercely, her thigh wet with your sex juices. You’ll repay the favour, going down on her bare slit, finding her lovely little clitoris already erect, and kissing and licking and sucking her until she orgasms, for the first time in her life, discovering the magic you promised her. Then you’ll teach her how to lick you, making you come again and again. By the time you get to Hogwarts, she’ll be your pussy licking slave…

You moan and start to orgasm, as your pleasure reaches its peak, with two finger deep in your young cunt. Wave after wave if pleasure pulses through you, making you gasp and shake. There’s a damp patch on your silk sheets from your pussy juice, but you don’t care. You lie there catching your breath and feeling as though you are floating in post orgasmic bliss…

You awake to hear a knocking at your door. It’s your nanny calling you to dinner.

“Coming Nanny!” You shout, glad that she didn’t walk in and see you naked on your bed with your legs wide open.

You would prefer to shower, but you are already late to eat and so quickly put on a bathrobe and scurry downstairs, hoping you don’t smell too obviously of sex. You pause half way down, and cup your hand to your young pussy, bringing your fingers to your lips, you taste your sex. I’m gorgeous, you think to yourself, and only then do you realise that the monster possessing you is still asleep.

Orgasms subdue him, and he can’t resist your desires. Sex is a weapon you can use against him.



Emily Lestrange
Details
Ethnicity: Pureblood Witch English/French/Italian
Sex: Female
Age: 11
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 92 lbs.
Build: Slender
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Enchantments
Spells in effect
1: Protego Corpus
2: Protego Psyche
3: Protego Anima
4: Protego Animus
5: Psyche Obfuscatus
6: Obscurus Magicae
7: None
8: None
Soul Fragments
Horcruxes
1: Your Diary? (Lucius?)
2: Hufflepuff's Cup? (Vault?)
3: Ravenclaw's Diadem? (Hogwarts?)
4: Slytherin's Locket? (Cave?)
5: Gaunt's Ring?
6: Gryffindor's Sword?
7: Unknown
8: Unknown
Possession
Emily (vessel)
Inventory
Magic Items
Other Items
Hastur snake familiar, tailored clothes in black and dark emerald green, black leather knee high boots, purse with currency, Lestrange family vault key