More than She Could Chew

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Casting: This woman's eyes are blue, but other than that she fit what I was looking for particularly the curly hair. 

Romilda- Emilie Battah

Bending down, Romilda knew that she had his attention. She could feel his eyes on her bum, and who could blame him. I have a bloody fantastic bum. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t ignore her much as he pretended that he wanted to. Grabbing the book she dropped, intentionally of course, she straightened and looked over her shoulder. His eyes snapped up from her peachy behind to her dark eyes, and he actually blushed when she threw him a wink. Cute.

This had been going on for weeks now. Every chance she could, Romilda flaunted in front of Harry Potter. It didn’t matter if they were in the halls, the library, the Great Hall, or as they were now, the common room. Some might call it shameless, and they wouldn’t be wrong, but that wasn’t going to stop her from showing off in front of him. She wanted to be the girl he thought about at night when he was all alone in his dorm and was willing to put in the effort to make sure it happened.

She knew that people were in his ear, telling him that she was trying to slip him a Love Potion because she was in love with the fact that he was the Chosen One. Romilda scoffed every time she heard those rumors. Nothing more than the desperate attempts of insecure little bints to slander me. Bitches. She had no interest in a mindless, besotted fool for a boyfriend. And besides, the whole school knows he can throw off an Imperius, I wouldn’t be surprised if the same was true of a Love Potion.

Now, Romilda wouldn’t lie, Harry being the Chosen One was certainly appealing, far more appealing than him being the Ministry’s punching bag the year before or an ostracized fourth champion the year before that. Still, he’d always been cute and over the summer he became incredibly dishy. Not to mention he was rich, famous, talented, a quidditch star in the making, a natural born leader, and when he wasn’t brooding horribly, and who could blame him, quite funny. So yes, Romilda saw Harry as a prize, but that wasn’t simply because he was the Chosen One, but because he really was a prize. The whole package as mum would say.

And why shouldn’t I go after the best? I have plenty to offer. Sure, she wasn’t a fighter, she hadn’t been with him through the worst of his struggles, but she’d never added to any of them either. And I wager I could do a right better job at helping with that brooding than anyone else could.

Romilda knew that her strongest selling point was her looks. And thank Merlin I’m a witch, so they won’t be fading anytime soon. She also knew with the war, that wasn’t exactly the most relevant quality at the moment. But Harry was still a teenage boy despite all the added stress of a lunatic out for his head, so he certainly appreciated the fact that she was beautiful even if the war effort didn’t. And she had every intention of using that to her advantage.

And to make things even better, the two most prominent girls in his life were too stupid to drag him into a broom cupboard and show him a good time. Ginny was still with Dean Thomas, while Hermione was inexplicably hung up on Ron. And as a result, all Romilda saw was opportunity.

Heading out of the common room, she headed all the way down the castle and out to the owlery. She was hoping to find her owl there, waiting with a package from her mum. Should be here by now, and I’d rather not have it arrive in the middle of breakfast.

There were no interruptions, it was near lunch and the weekend, so most students were eating. She stopped in there as well, but only to grab a treat for the owls, well two owls anyway.

Once she arrived in the owlery, she was ecstatic to see her family owl, Toby, sitting on his perch waiting there with a neatly wrapped package, “Hello there, Toby, do you have something for me?” She unwrapped a nice juicy sausage for him which he happily devoured as she took the package.

Looking around the owlery, she saw the only other one she cared about, “Hedwig.” The snowy white owl had been cautious of her at first, but she’d managed to win her over. Treats and bacon, and all manner of food certainly helped, but she also knew to play to the lovely owl’s pride. Romilda was smart enough to pay attention, particularly to someone she fancied,  and she knew that Harry adored his owl. Why not try to make sure she likes me? I’m sure her opinion counts for something.

Swooping down to her shoulder, Hedwig’s sharp yellow eyes looked at her expectantly, “I didn’t forget about you, gorgeous girl.”  She brought a sausage up to Hedwig and she greedily snatched it from her fingers and zoomed back up to her perch. If only her human was as easy to please.

Soon though. She drummed her fingers against the package as she headed back up to the castle, and an abandoned room she’d been making use of. One brilliant thing about a massive castle, there are plenty of places to sneak off to if you take the time to find them.

This room was out of the way and hidden behind a portrait on the first floor. It could be moved away by pulling on a nearby torch. She was pretty damn confident what was inside would finally seal the deal for her.

Entering her little hideaway, the smell of potion was thick in the air. And no, it wasn’t Love Potion, but Lust. It was the perfect deep, ruby red. Even Snape couldn’t fault her potion-making skill and she didn’t think she’d ever accomplished anything quite so impressive before. In fact, she knew she hadn’t because not only was it perfect, but she’d managed the extra step of tying it directly to herself and Harry. Getting the ingredients was honestly the hardest part.

You see, while she had no intention of getting Harry using a mind-altering, and personality-destroying, Love Potion. She was perfectly happy to tease him every chance she had until he wanted her, and then tipping him over the edge with a bit of… liquid courage. Merlin knows the boy could use a way to relieve some stress, and if it just happens to result in him becoming my boyfriend, all the better.

Unwrapping her package, there was a freshly baked tin of treacle tart. It was her mum’s special recipe and honestly one of the most delicious things she’d ever had. And quite fortunately, Harry’s favorite dessert to boot. Someone less attentive might have sent him chocolates, but that would have been much too generic for her taste. There was a little note inside with a simple question, “Is this for anyone special?”

Oh, damn right it is mum. Grabbing a little dropper, she went over to the potion and put some twenty drops of it onto the delicious treat. More than enough to make sure that he would get some of it, no matter where he took a slice. Perfect, now I just need to give it to him.

That was the part of her little plan that took her longest to decide on. She could drop it off on his bed, anonymously, and just wait for him to find it, but that seemed much too impersonal. No, she wanted to know that he, and only he had it. And that she was the one who’d given it to him. Not that it would be hard to figure out once he’s taken a bite either way.

Wrapping the treat back up, she stored the rest of the potion away and stashed her cauldron in a nearby cupboard. While she knew it was unlikely, she wasn’t going to leave any evidence just lying around for anyone to find willy-nilly even if the room was quite difficult to find.

Romilda could hardly believe that she was almost there. It could be as early as tonight. Need to make sure that I’m somewhere he can get to me just in case. Wouldn’t want him getting caught sneaking into the girl’s dorms to have his wicked way with me.

Giggling giddily, she headed toward the door with a smile that just wouldn’t leave her lips. When she reached the stairs, her heart skipped a beat as it pounded in her chest.  I must have gotten on the right side of some god or magic or something because today really is my day. As luck would have it, Harry was trundling down the stairs from the second-floor landing… all by himself.

Not one to let an opportunity go to waste, Romilda stopped at the first-floor landing and smiled up at him as he came down, “Hi Harry.”

“Hi Romilda.” He said politely, going to walk right by her.

Stepping in front of him, she ended up pressed against his hard chest, “I have something for you.” She wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel the beating of her heart where they were touching lightly. Merlin, I would love to just squish my tits right into that delicious physique. While they weren’t as big as say, Susan Bones, her chest was nothing to scoff at and she could tell he noticed.

“Really?” He sounded skeptical, and she understood why. Fortunately for her, unlike Love Potions, this didn’t have the same… pungency. How anyone but a muggle can fall for Amortentia is beyond me. Why would something suddenly smell of all your favorite things?

“Yep,” She held up the package for him, “Treacle tart.” She loved the way his emerald eyes widened in joy at that, “My mum’s recipe. I know it’s your favorite and asked her to make me some.”

“Oh… thanks.” He took the package and looked from it to her.

“My pleasure.” She gave him her brightest smile. And hopefully really my pleasure very, very soon. “You have so much to worry about these days, I thought you’d like a nice treat.”

“Right…” she reveled in the way his gaze flitted across her body, “That’s really nice of you. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime.” Romilda reluctantly backed away from him. It’ll be all yours soon enough, just a little more patience.

“I’ll see you later.” He gave her a small smile.

“I look forward to it.” With that he walked past her. You couldn’t blame her for watching his bum as he went. It is quite a nice bum and he’s taken plenty of looks at mine in the last couple months.

Suddenly, what just happened caught up with her and she had to fight down the urge to squeal in joy. Without thinking she hurried back into her little hideaway. Shutting the door behind her, she actually whooped in joy. She started laughing, and if anyone else was there, they might find her a bit insane.

Her manic laughter ceased after a few short minutes, and she finally managed to get herself under control. Taking a few deep, calming breathes, she put her hand over her mouth and just shook her head in disbelief, “Today really is my luck day.”

Bang. The door was thrown open and bounced against the wall. Squeaking in surprise, Romilda just about jumped out her skin at the sudden intrusion. Standing in the doorway, breathing heavily, nostrils flared and emerald eyes dark with clear need, was Harry Potter. There was a straining bulge that even his saggy trousers couldn’t hide. Note to self, get him a proper wardrobe once we’re together.

That stray thought was quickly cast away though. I guess he just couldn’t resist a bit of treacle. Romilda was lucky that she’d come back to her hideaway. At least we’re alone. Giving him her most seductive smile, she swayed toward the door, “Hi there handsome. Wasn’t expecting you so soon. How’d you find me?”

Harry didn’t say anything as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He dropped a large piece of parchment on the floor and approached her. He loomed over her like some great beast as he grabbed the base of her neck and pulled her into a blistering kiss. It was heated and desperate, and she molded herself into his front as he demanded entrance with his tongue. She was happy to oblige.

It was bruising and wonderful, and it didn’t last anywhere near long enough for her liking as he pulled away, pushing harshly against her shoulder. She ended up on her knees with her cheek pressed against that big bulge. Fuck, I guess those rumors from the quidditch locker room are true. His movements were rushed and purposeful. His wand was in his hand in an instant and he had himself completely free of clothing. She didn’t know where he sent them, and she didn’t care.

The only thing she cared about was the beautiful, fat cock that was bobbing up and down between his thighs looking almost painfully hard. It was leaking a steady stream of clear pre-cum that trailed down the underside of his cock along a prominent blue vein. It was a mouthwatering piece of manhood that sent a throb of need right to her horny pussy. It wasn’t the first dick she’d seen, but it was definitely the most gorgeous. She only got a few seconds to admire it before Harry took hold of her curly hair and pulled her against it.

Fuck… he even smells good. Clean and manly and just perfectly Harry. Parting her lips, she licked against the base of his cock as he manhandled her with ease. She knew what was coming next and was unsurprised when she was pulled down his length until her pouty lips rested on the tip. Her tongue flicked out and captured a bit of his precum.

“Is this what you want? My pretty lips wrapped around your perfect fucking cock.” She was looking up at him with hooded eyes, as she opened her mouth to take him in. He had no interest in a slow sensual blowjob though. He was only interested in chasing the overwhelming need that she created in him. With a bestial growl, he shoved his hips forward and jammed his impressive girth into her mouth.

Romilda experienced a very real, very visceral moment of panic as he pushed inch after inch into her mouth until he reached her throat. Looking down at his shaft, she couldn’t believe just how much of it was left. And he just kept on going, prodding at the back of her throat with his spongy cockhead.

Glugck. Glugck. Glugck. Her hands came up to his thighs on instinct to stop his advance. But he didn’t care one bit that she was gagging around him, he was only interested in having her warm mouth and throat wrapped around as much of his length as he could possibly manage. He put his other hand on her hair and started fucking her face back and forth along him. The way he used her was ferocious and brutal, and had her pussy dripping like a bitch in heat.

There was no reprieve and no words, just his needy grunts and her lewd gagging as he used her mouth to satiate his own primal need. Romilda knew that she was making a mess of herself. There was thick spittle coming up from her throat every time he battered the back of it and it seeped down her chin to her white blouse.

With every thrust, his heavy bollocks slapped against her chin. There were lines of spit that connect her to him and broke each time he pulled all the way back. And she did mean all the way back as he would leave just the crown in her gob before thrusting back in. It all made for a terribly hedonistic sight as some of those strands ended up on the ground or him, but most ended up on her.

Romilda’s mind went blank of everything but cock as he thrust against her. Her only interest was in getting more and more of that throbbing piece of meat into her throat until her lips could kiss his groin. She wanted to be a perfect hole for him to make use of. If that doesn’t convince him I’m the girl for him, I don’t know what will. Her knickers were soaked through with her juices, but wanting to be a good girl, her hands were no longer on his thighs, or even beneath her own skirts, but behind her back.

His cock gave a mighty shudder and he held himself as far into her throat as he could go.  She was disappointed to see there was still another inch of him that remained out in the air. I’ll have to work on that. As he neared his climax, her hands weren’t idle. She reached up to his hanging orbs and rubbed them, trying to coax everything she could out of him.

The cum that erupted in her throat was thick and impossibly warm, like hot fudge but far more decadent to her mind. The feel of it sliding down her throat right to her stomach was enough to send her into a little orgasm. He kept giving little thrusts with every pulse, and she knew that she’d have a bruise there the next day. Can’t say I’ve ever had bruise on the inside of my throat.  Romilda had never been used like this before, and she was surprised to find just how much she was enjoying it. His Lust fueled orgasm went on for what felt like an eternity. Breathing was terribly difficult when she finally felt the grip on her head loosen as he pulled free.

Panting, her tongue was hanging from her mouth as she tried to recover from his brutal treatment. Intellectually she knew what a Lust Potion would do, but she couldn’t believe, considering the sheer volume of that orgasm, that his cock, now covered in her glistening spit, was just as hard as it had been when he started.

Doing her best to recover, she smiled up at him, “Do you…” her voice came out hoarse from the beating her throat just took, “Do you… need… some help… with that?”

Grabbing her underneath the arms, he pulled her to her feet. Without warning his hands went to her blouse and ripped the buttons open. Her tits bounced in the confines of her simple white bra. She’d intended to wear something a bit more tempting but wasn’t exactly expecting it to happen so soon. It didn’t really matter as he pulled that off just as quickly as her shirt and left her only in her skirt and thigh-highs.

That was apparently the extent of his patience as his hands went down to her bouncy bum. Smacking his hand against it, he pulled her knickers away from her crotch. She could actually hear the slurp thanks to her wetness. If it weren’t for the circumstances, that would have made her blush. One hand still groping her arsecheeks, he used the other to  line his imposing crown up at her entrance.

There was no teasing, no gentle words, or measured movements. The second her tight pussy hugged his leaking dome, the animal she’d awoken inside of him wanted nothing more than to rut her senseless. His first thrust was ferocious and drove all the air from her lungs, “Oh… fuck…” He stretched her beyond what she thought was possible and knocked all the way at her womb. She could feel the pulse of his heartbeat through the veins, so tight was the seal of her sex.  It’s a good thing I took care of that pesky little barrier and that I got off on being used, otherwise that would have fucking hurt.

Even with how utterly soaked she was, there was still a bit of pain mixed in with the consuming pleasure of having him balls-deep in her sex. Romilda squeaked when his hands went to her hips and lifted. He moved her like a doll, and the casual display of sex-crazed strength made her throb around his prodding shaft.

He didn’t move her to the wall, or need any form of support. The strong sinews of muscle in his arm flexed and strained as he started bouncing her bubbly ass on his cock right there in the middle of the room.

Clap. Clap. Clap. The sounds of their fucking were thunderous in her ear. Every time he filled her again, a squirt of her juices leaked from her overstuffed hole.  There was a tiny puddle forming at his feet as he used her. She felt like an empty headed little fuckdoll as he drove everything but the feel of him from her mind with his cock.

It was rapturous, and more than she could possibly handle. While she wasn’t a naïve little prude, she’d never experienced anything so primal, so animalistic, in her entire life. His mind was fixated on one thing, cumming, and she was just a tool to see it happen.

She lost count of how many times she came, moaning and groaning on his relentless manhood. She just knew that when her legs went limp, he hooked them beneath his elbows and splayed her open even more obscenely. If there’s was one thing she wished, it was that he’d removed her skirt too so she could get a good look at her taut lips splayed and stretched around his throbbing girth.

“Too… too… good…. Soooo… good.” Words were hard to come by as her mind fluctuated between acute awareness of the intense pleasure he was engendering in her, and blissed out mindlessness. How? How has he not cum again yet? It’s a bloody Lust Potion. It shouldn’t be possible to hold on this long.

She didn’t know if he was finally tired or he just wanted to see her in a different position, but he dropped to his knees and put her back against the stone floor. Her tousled hair ended up in a puddle of her own making and she didn’t care one bit. Then he stood and folded her so that her knees were next to her head. She ended up vulnerable and lewdly on display as he put her in a proper mating-press.

Romilda finally got a look at her pussy, as her skirt fell to cover her belly. It was swollen and red, gaped slightly from having such a large cock abuse it  for so long. Bloody… fucking… hell… She didn’t have to worry about the skirt as he ripped off her body easily.

Then, he kneeled down and sunk his dripping cock back into her waiting depths. Whimpering at the incredible intrusion, Romilda could see her stomach move slightly as he burrowed further and further into her tunnel until he was fully sheathed in her again. It was obscene, and the sexiest fucking thing she’d seen in her life.

The room reeked of sex, her juices and his cum, their sweat and spittle. It was the sweetest perfume and all of it left her lightheaded. He fucked her through another orgasm and then another, her own juices dripping from her pussy and down her belly toward her neck.

“Please… fill… me… fill… me… fill…me.” Romilda’s voice was weak and needy. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to be his cumdump, he’d used her body like nothing more than a tool, so it only seemed right.

With a roar, he hilted himself inside her. The warmth of his seed filling the deepest parts of her was heaven. Lights exploded in her eyes as she quaked with the most visceral orgasm of her life. She knew she screamed, high and loud, but she didn’t really hear it. Every bit of her being was focused on the warmth pooling in her womb.

It shouldn’t have been possible, but his second peak went on even longer than the first. Driven by the Lust Potion and sheer naughtiness of emptying into her pussy, it spurred him to produce a truly prodigious load.

Pop. When he pulled free, her body still didn’t want to let him go, hugging tightly to his cock. With the way her hips were angled, still in his hands, she didn’t lose a single drop.

It was only as they were both breathing heavily in the aftermath that Harry finally spoke, “Really… delicious tart, Romilda.” A drop of his sweat fell to her abs.

“How… how much of it… did you eat?” She figured it must have been at least half of it to get such a response.

“Oh, just a small slice.” Her eyes widened comically at that news, but that wasn’t what worried her most. No, what worried her most was the way he smacked his still impossibly hard cock against her pussy lips. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?