The Last Horcrux/Hogwarts/House Slytherin/Dormitories/Abandoned Bathroom/Make Gemma lick your pussy

“Come here Gemma,” you say to her in a mockingly seductive voice, “come here and lick my pussy.”

“No!” Gemma cries, finding some remnant of pride and resolve.

“No?” You ask her, “would you rather have your boyfriend be expelled?”

“You can’t make me do that. If you tell on us, we’ll tell them what you made us do!”

“Oh I’ll wipe your minds with Obliviate before I tell them. I’ll just make out I’m an innocent first year who happened to find the Captain of the Quidditch Team fucking one of the House Prefects. He’ll be expelled and you’ll be be forever known as the House Slut.”

You pause for a moment, letting your words sink in.

“Or,” you say, “you can lick my pussy, and your midnight fuck sessions will be our little secret.”

Gemma starts to cry. Then Marcus whispers something in her ear. She wipes her tears away, and moves her head down between your legs. Just as you think she’s about to start licking you, she looks back at her boyfriend for a moment, no doubt pleading with her eyes for him to change his mind at the last second.

“Do it Gem,” is all he says.

You guide Gemma’s head down between your legs, using your right hand to hold onto the back of her head, and your left keeping your wand trained on Marcus, in case he tries anything.

Your lips part, and you nearly gasp with pleasure, as Gemma’s tongue tentatively and reluctantly makes contact with your pussy and feebly licks along your pussy lips.

“Ah god yes, that’s it Gemma, lick me,” you command her.

Marcus is staring at you and you realise that you can’t keep your eyes on him and aphis shit eating grin, overjoyed at seeing his girlfriend forced into lesbian sex, and still enjoy the sex yourself. Gemma has no idea what she’s doing and needs your full attention too if she’s going to get you off.

“Marcus, sit down,” you command him.

“What? Why?” He asks.

“Petrificus Totalis,” you incant, and he falls to the floor, totally paralysed.

“That’s why,” you tell him.

“Marcus!” Gemma cries, trying to pull away from you.

“Oh relax,” you scold her, “he’ll be fine, I’ll renervate him in a moment. It’s would have hurt him less if he’d sat down like I told him to though.”

You grab hold of her hair with your free and and point the cruel sharp goblin-wrought silver spike at the end of your wand against her neck.

“Now you listen here bitch. Unless you want me to paralyse you too, wipe both of your memories and leave you here for all the first years to find in the morning, you will do exactly as I say. Now Lick My Cunt.”

Gemma moans, but knows she is beaten, she takes a few breaths to calm her nerves, then lowers her mouth to your sex and begins to slowly pleasure you.

“Ugh yes Gemma, lick me up and down, all over…”

Her licking is feeble and too soft, and after each lick she pulls back slightly. It’s clear she hasn’t an ounce of bisexual spirit in her, so you have to instruct her and be more forceful.

“Spread me open Gemma, use both your hands, no, that’s it. Now really get your tongue in there… ugh that’s right, now higher, lick my clit, you know where it is. Lick me… ughghghgh fuck yessss.”

Gemma starts your pussy lips and begins to lick you properly and exactly where you need her to. Using her as your pleasure slave is heavenly.

“Harder, lick me harder,” you order her, “really grind your tongue against my clitoris. Oh god yes like that! Do it like that! Keep doing it! Don’t stop!”

Commanding her to pleasure your pussy is one of the most erotic things you have ever done in your life, and your sex life is only just beginning. Your pussy is utterly soaked, and your juices are covering Gemma’s mouth and cheeks.

“Oh fuck Gemma, lick me harder! Suck on my clit Gemma! Suck me! Oh god now lick me again! Keep licking me! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop you slut! Don’t you… ugh… ughhh… Ughhhhhhh…”

Gemma’s desperate grinding of her tongue against your clitoris is just too much for you, and drives you over the edge into a powerful orgasm. Your who pussy throbs and your body tingles with orgasm from head to toe, but the pleasure is concentrated in your head, your nipples and your cunt. You feel wave after wave of pleasure flowing through your pussy and into her mouth, as if she were absorbing magical energies from your body. Finally, the pulsing pleasure diminishes, and you push the girl off of you, slowly catching your breath.

That was fucking incredible! A straight girl just submitted to you practically raping her face, although it wasn’t rape; she let you do it to her, she just wasn’t very happy about it was all.

You stand up and address them both.

“Now listen up you two love birds,” you say, laying down the law, “This is how it’s going to be. You secret is safe with me. You can use this bathroom whenever you want, and I won’t tell anyone. In fact, I’ll keep an eye out for you. In exchange, you won’t say anything either, but once a week, I get to fuck Gemma. And I get to fuck her first next time. You can watch if you want to Marcus, but you aren’t allowed to touch me. Understood?”

Gemma nods slightly, then buries her head in her hands to cry.

Marcus says nothing, but of course is still paralysed from your petrification curse.

“Renervate,” you say, pointing your wand at him, and he starts to move, but slowly and stiffly.

“And in case either of you think about fucking me over, you should know this. I’m a Dark Fucking Witch. I don’t give a fuck about rules or laws. If you mess with me I won’t hesitate to use all the Unforgivable curses on you. Understand?”

The both nod, too scared now to meet your eyes.

You go to leave the bathroom.

“And for fuck’s sake,” you say, turning back toward them just before you open the door, “use Obscurus Magicae on the door next time after the Calloportus and Muffliato.”

You turn and leave, smiling to yourself. Whether they are just sex slaves or victims, or become your newest Death Eaters in time, you are dominating the world again, as you rightfully should be.

• You slowly sneak back to your dorm room, climb into your bunk and lie down to sleep

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 Anima

7: Obscurus Magicae

8: None

Soul Fragments

Horcruxes

1: Tom Riddle’s Diary

2: Hufflepuff’s Cup (in Gringott’s Vault No.51)

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)
Other Soul Fragment?

Inventory

Magic Items

Mother’s Wand, Broken Time Turner, Bella’s Locket, Shadow Cloak, Extendable Luggage Suite, Ring of Protection

Other Items

Hastur snake familiar, Tailored clothes in black and dark emerald green, black leather knee high boots, purse with currency

Inside Extended Luggage Suite

Books: Life Magick of the Celts and ancient Britons, Wiccan Blood Rituals, A Primer of Magickes of Imperial China, The Fragmented Soul, Saucy Tricks for Tricky Sorts, Love Potions, Sexus, Serpentes et Magicae Voluptatis, The Daughters of Hecate, A Secret Guide to Hogwarts, Tom Riddle’s Diary (Horcrux).

Magic Items Sofia Lestrange’s Pensieve, Enchanted Tarot, Guardian Statue, Self-Writing Quill, Wizard’s Chess Set, Mother’s Broomstick, several sets of shirts, skirts and underwear with protection from minor charms, jinxes and hexes.

Other Items Clothes, text books, blankets, towels, food, medicines and various supplies