Incentivized Risk

AN: I'm starting to think everyone just really likes Slytherin girls at this point haha. Thanks for voting, and hope you enjoy it as always. 

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Pansy- Miss Bo

It was late, well past curfew, as most clandestine encounters tended to be. Even though she was a prefect, Pansy was still nervous. What possessed Snape to give me the responsibility, I’ll never know.  She still couldn’t help but look around furtively to ensure no one was following her. If anyone, especially any of her fellow Slytherins, got even a whiff of what she was doing, they’d make her life hell if she was lucky and hand her over to the Dark Lord at the worst.

But even that threat wasn’t enough to deter her. The benefits are just too good. Besides, no one would guess that the pureblood princess, muggle and mudblood hating, Slytherin to her core Pansy Parkinson was giving information to the other side of the war, wherever and whenever she could. Their meeting point was never the same, it would be too predictable if it was.

She managed to inform him that she had more information the day before during lunch, and he’d provided her with a time and location. It was nearly 3am, and she was headed toward a fifth floor corridor that wasn’t far from the Arithmancy classroom. The room in question was unused like so many in the massive castle, and entirely nondescript.

As she neared the door, magic washed over her and the feel of it made her shiver beneath her robes. Just the feel of his magic was enough to make her drip with need now. Merlin, how the hell did I end up like this? They had very specific protocols, down to the knock, and she’d memorized it by heart. The pattern and timings of thuds were second nature at this point. The door opened but no one was standing on the other side waiting for her.

She stepped into the room and the door closed behind her softly. Sitting in the room, leaning back in a chair was Harry Potter. He wore no tie, but had the button-down uniform on, the sleeves were rolled up to reveal strong forearms, crisscrossed with bright blue veins. The sight of them made her bite her lip for just a split second. Draco never had arms like that. I don’t think he did enough labor in his life to ever come close. The way he was leaning back in the chair, had his hair looking like he’d just ran a hand through it, twirled his wand between his fingers making those aforementioned forearms flex, and the roguish smile on his lips was all tailor-made to press all of her buttons. And the bastard knows it full well at this point.

Pansy swallowed as she stepped further into the room. She stopped when he spoke, voice low and firm, “You said that you have something for me.”

“I do,” Pansy told him, pulling a letter from within her robes, “I managed to get this off of Draco.”

“And?”

“I’ve told you where he’s going, and how he’s been keeping guard,” she wanted to remind him of everything she’d risked so far.

“Yes, and you’ve given me the names of a number of his Death Eaters that even the Order was unaware of,” At least three of those men and women had ended up dead since she gave him that information. She didn’t know if that was from him directly or someone he knew, but she felt no sympathy for the people in question. She’d seen what the Death Eaters were capable of, even to the purebloods they supposedly represented… and it’d been unpleasant to say the least.

“And confirmed that the Dark Lord is at Malfoy Manor.”

“Tom,” Harry corrected harshly, his green eyes flashing, “his fabricated name, and self-stylings, only serve to cause more fear.” The intensity made her want to pull her robes over her head and kneel at his feet. Soon… soon.

“Tom,” Pansy corrected herself, “My apologies, I spent years being to respect and borderline worship him. Some things don’t change in a few short months.” Harry seemed to accept that reasoning and gestured for her to continue. Stepping closer to him, she was only an arm’s length away now, “Now I know what he’s doing in the Room.”

Harry stood, and her breath hitched as he stepped close to her. He smelled of broomsticks and spellfire, and pinewood. And the scent had become like a drug to her in the last few months, just a whiff of it could have her gagging for him. Now was no different. And the beautiful bastard knows it too. Then there was the fact he towered over her. She was a rather short girl, so it wasn’t anything new, but he was more than a head and half taller these days.

If you had told Pansy this would be her life at the start of the term she would have laughed until she cried, but here she was. It helped that he’d grown from a specky, little git of a Gryffindor to a full grown man. Not that he was the only one who’d grown into their looks, she was lucky enough to do the same. If they were actually a couple, they’d make for quite the striking one.

Scanning the letter, a small grin reached his lips, and Pansy felt a swell of pride at a job well done. With a chuckle, he burned the letter, “So the little ferret is planning to bring some of his Death Eater buddies into the castle through a Vanishing Cabinet. Fantastic. How did you get this?”

“He’s been so… skittish lately that he forgot to burn the letter right away. I managed to get it and replace it with a fake before he remembered.” Pansy explained.

Reaching up, he patted her on the head and said the words that she’d come to delight in hearing from him, “Good girl.” But Pansy had learned not to be presumptuous with Harry in the last few months. She knew that being too demanding would result in her getting absolutely nothing. And that just wouldn’t be acceptable! Especially tonight! She hadn’t even touched herself in a month, since their last encounter. Because I’m a good girl and did as Harry said. Now I want my reward for a job well done!

“Are you… um,” She felt frazzled at his close proximity and was forced to take a calming breath, “Are you going to stop him? Destroy the Vanishing Cabinet?” She was genuinely curious, but knew it wouldn’t be wise to push her luck.

“No, not yet.” Harry said more to himself than her, but then his eyes snapped to her. Emerald green orbs boring into her, she had a hard time focusing on what he was actually saying, “You’ve done incredibly well, Pansy. But I still have another task for you.” She waited eagerly for him to say it, but instead he reached up and cupped her cheek. She leaned her head against his big, calloused hand, ecstatic for his touch, “But that can wait. I think you deserve a reward.”

Nearly vibrating in excitement, Pansy couldn’t hide how excited she was in her voice, “Thank you, sir.”

Harry smiled at her but it fell off his lips after a moment, replaced by a look she’d become very familiar with. One that promised that she’d be walking a bit gingerly the next day, and probably another one after that too, it promised mind-numbing pleasure that would leave her forgetting her own name by the time it was done.

“Strip.” He gave her the simple command, and she fell to it without a word. Grabbing at her robes, she pulled them overhead without a second thought. Underneath, she wore nothing but a set of garters and stockings and heels. They were crimson and gold, the colors of Gryffindor because that’s who she belonged to now. Th quintessential Gryffindor. Though I wonder if people would still think that of him if they saw what we get up to at night.

Her juices were dripping from her needy slit in a long line from the gap of her thighs all the way to her knee. It stained the tops of her stockings and just kept going. Without warning, Harry dipped one of his fingers down into her honeypot and filled her. The intimate contact was the first she’d had from anybody, even herself in a month, and made her gasp shamelessly.

He smirked at her, and the look alone made her gush a bit around his probing finger, “Tell me Pansy, have you been a good girl?” He started flexing the digit in a come-hither motion that made her eyes-roll toward the back of her head.

“Yes!” She was desperate for him to add another finger, “I haven’t touched myself… not even once… since the last time I saw you.”

“Oh, now that does sound impressive,” He was goading her, but not unkindly, “How many knickers has your little pussy ruined because you couldn’t get any release.” Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. He started sliding his finger in out of her tunnel as it desperately gripped against him and then he added another, stretching her deliciously.

“I… uh… all of them.” She admitted, cheeks flushing not in embarrassment but desperate need, “It reached a point… where… where…” Her mind felt addled as he poked deep in her sheath. The rough tips of his digits grazed against that wonderful spot deep in her sex, and it made it hard to think, much less speak.

“It reached a point where what?”

“I just… stopped wearing them… at all.” Pansy managed to finish with a stutter. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his thumb came up and brushed ever so softly against her clit. It took her breath away, and her balance. Reaching out, she steadied herself against his chest and arm. She grabbed desperately against the hard muscle, “Please… please, make me cum! I… I need it soooo badly… sir!”

His thumb flicked across her clit again, and he chuckled at the pitiful, wanton whimper it pulled from her throat, “Such a good slut asking for permission…” Reaching up, he pinched one of her very erect nipples. Every bit of added stimulation was pure torture driving her closer to the edge, but then he said, “Cum.” The single command opened the flood gates. Her legs shook like a leaf as her pussy throbbed and rippled around his finger, a small squirt of her juices escaped from the tight seal and stained Harry’s trousers. She leaned her weight against him, as she lost all sense of time.

The usually pale skin of her chest was flushed rosy red, and there were dark spots in her vision. After a month of waiting, that orgasm had felt like absolute heaven. But she knew that things were far from over. Without needing to be told, Pansy dropped to her knees, and started unbuckling his belt and removing his trousers, “Somebody’s eager.” He said with a chuckle.

“Yes sir.” She looked up at him as she pushed his pants and trousers to his knees and was rewarded with the sight of what had become her favorite thing in the entire world. His cock-head was the size of a small apple, the shaft as big around as her wrist and as long as her forearm, crisscrossed with thick, blue veins, and his bollocks were the size of two perfectly round snitches and just as smooth.  Just the sight caused another drop of her arousal to drip from her sex and stain the stone floor between her knees. Draco was barely half as long and lucky if he was half as thick. And then there was all that horribly unkempt hair.

Her former boyfriend had expected her to be perfectly, immaculately groomed, but didn’t do her the same courtesy. She didn’t have the same struggle with Harry, and his only interest in her was pulling as many orgasms from her body as he could manage while covering and filling her with as much of his seed as possible. And Merlin and Morgana does he do a fantastic job of it.

But she had better things to do than think about the ferret and his shortcomings. His leaking cockhead looked deliciously inviting. Looks like somebody was almost as eager as I was. Grabbing his meaty shaft, Pansy latched onto his crown. Her mouth stretched wide and was nearly full just with that. She sucked and licked his sensitive skin, all the while staring up into his beautiful emerald eyes. Warm elation ghosted across her skin as she heard him groan in pleasure at her ministrations.

Any pleasure she pulled from him, she knew that she would receive in exponential return. She slid her fingers down her taut tummy intent on keeping herself on the edge, but was stopped by a terse word from above, “No! I’m the only one touching you tonight.”

That’s not fair! But she listened and put her hands behind her back, using only her mouth to pleasure him. This was something that she’d been practicing with for the sole purpose of impressing him on their next encounter.

Pushing her weight forward, she gobbled more and more of his mammoth shaft into her wet, welcoming mouth. When he knocked at the entrance of her throat she didn’t stop. No, instead she swallowed, and his crown felt the tight embrace of her throat for the first time. And didn’t stop until she managed to go all the way down and kiss the base of his groin with the seal of her lips. She felt his bollocks quake against her chin as his hands went to her hair.

“Merlin…” He rasped out through gritted teeth, as she just kept staring up at him adoringly. And she did adore him, she was absolutely enamored with the him and what his cock could do to her body, and this was her way of showing him the devotion he’d engendered in her. Bet I’m the first witch who’s ever managed to lick his balls with his entire shaft in her mouth.

His fingers laced in her dark hair as he held her in place. She gagged slightly as he thrust his hip back and forth just a bit. Thick lines of spittle fell from her chin and down to her perky tits as he started using her face to his content. She lost track of time as he started battering her esophagus with his cock. I’ve never had a bruise on the inside of my throat before. I suppose there’s a first time for everything.

All the while he stared down at her with those captivating green eyes, “Such a good… slut for me.” He growled out, and she hummed her agreement around his shaft, “Didn’t expect you to practice for me. Make sure that your throat would… would just be another part of your body I could have to…” Whatever else he was going to say was lost, as he pulled her face all the way against his groin.

His cock pulsed and throbbed against her tongue, and she felt pride swell in her chest as he started filling her throat with his seed. It was the first time that she could remember getting him off solely with her mouth. He fired a ridiculous amount of cum straight into her stomach. I don’t think I’m going to need breakfast after that. She tried to breathe through her nose, but as the seconds passed it became harder and harder. Without meaning to, she had a mini-orgasm at his use of her. He only said I couldn’t touch myself, not that I couldn’t cum. I’m still a good girl.

But Pansy wasn’t a quitter, she kept her hands behind her back even as the black spots started to form at the corner her eyes. If passing out with his dick in her throat was what was necessary, then that was exactly what she was going to do. It didn’t come down to that in the end, as he pulled her off his shaft with a growl. She even got the taste of his yummy cum on her tongue as he retreated.

Heaving in delicious breaths of air, she looked at him with eager eyes. She knew from experience that his cock wouldn’t even go soft before he was ready for another round, “Did you enjoy that?”

He didn’t answer her with words, instead choosing to pet her head. She beamed up at him before he gestured for her to stand. When she was on her feet, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her, pushing her toward the wall. His wand was in his hand, and he vanished the rest of his clothing. She reached back to scrape her fingers against his abs.

His hot, spit-soaked shaft was cushioned on either side by her bumcheeks. Instinctively, Pansy ground back into him and pulled a needy gasp out of her lover that made her pussy throb. She knew that her arse and thighs were her best assets. So it was no surprise to her that he’d but her in this position. It was the first time that he’d take great pleasure in watching them shake and jiggle as he absolutely demolished her.

His breath was hot on her ear as he leaned against her back, “You can cum… whenever you want… as many times as you need to… Consider that your gift for a job well done.”

“Rea…” She stopped herself from asking the question, “Thank you, sir.” While there was a part of her that loved the denial, she’d had a month’s worth of it and was ready to have her mind broken by his bitch-breaker of a cock.

“You’re welcome, good girl.” With that he grabbed his cock and placed it right at the entrance of her dripping sex. The breath was driven from her lungs as he sheathed himself in one solid thrust.

Her toes curled and she nearly came on the spot as Harry’s cock reached places she didn’t know she had until her first time with him. Her cock-hungry hole was hugging incredibly tight to his shaft. Her lips distended ever so slightly as he started to thrust into her, unwilling to let him go for even a second. Clawing at the wall, Pansy released a primal moan, “Fuck… it’s so fucking… good.”

“You like that… fat Gryffindor dick, don’t you?” He taunted her.

Smack. Smack. Smack. With every snap of his hips, her perky, jutting bum clapped against his crotch and his balls slapped against her pussy mound, “I love… it.”

He chuckled, and smacked her bum hard.  She yelped at the contact, pain mingling with pleasure in a heady experience, “What would your parents say if they could see their perfect… pureblood… princess… moaning on a half-blood’s prick?”

“My mother would… would probably beg for a turn…” Pansy moaned out, “My father would just sit there… like the… the impotent bastard he is. Probably finish…” her eyes fluttered shut as he gave her a particularly harsh stab, “finish in his trousers… watching what a real man can do.”

Harry growled and pulled back on her hair as he battered against the very back of her womb. It was painful and heavenly and raw, and she loved every fucking second, “You know you’re mine now, right? Forever?” She whimpered as her eyes glazed over in joy at that, “I’m going to keep your tight body… and your perfect… cock-hugging pussy that seems like it was made… to milk the cum from my bollocks even when I find myself a proper wife someday.”

“Fu… fuck, yes! You can use me… I don’t care what it takes. I’ll be yours!” Her pussy spasmed around his cock as she covered his veiny member in her creamy cum. It gathered at the base of his cock as he used her like a sleeve over and over again.

“You really do like that idea… don’t you?” His other hand moved from her hip, and he started pushing one slick finger into her back door. One orgasm bled into the other and she didn’t know if it was one or more than one, but she didn’t care because of the sheer extasy of the moment her whole body shook as he pushed all the way down to the last knuckle.

Harry ignored the world-altering pleasure he was putting her through,  “I think you’d do anything if I asked you to… I could fill some muggleborn’s cunt right in front of you, and if I told you to eat every drop of it, you’d do it.”

“Yes…” her words were weak, as she started to teeter on the edge of consciousness. But even with her dwindling awareness, she managed to throw her bum back against him. As the blackness finally took her, it didn’t last long.

His holly wand was pointed at her temple in a moment, “Stay awake now, Pansy. You’re going to get your reward soon.” Her heart skipped a beat at that, and suddenly she was very much awake.

Swelling just a bit bigger, and enough to really push her limits, he buried his cock balls deep in her sheath. Pansy’s mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt that first searing hot shot fill the deepest parts of her womanhood, “It’s so fucking… warm… I love it so… much.” I don’t know how he cums so fucking much…. And I don’t care. I just care that every drop is in me or on me.

“That’s because you’re my good girl, Pansy.” Harry breathed right against her ear as he hugged her tightly to his chest. He left little love bites on her neck as he filled her beyond the limit. His seed was leaking down her thigh from the place where they were joined.

They both breathed heavily for a moment, basking in the afterglow of some brilliant fucking. His fingers tickled at her backdoor and it made her shiver. But he spoke to her then, kinder than he had at any point in their encounter, “I know the risk you’re taking. You should know that I really appreciate it.”

Looking over her shoulder, eyes tired but very much aware, she threw him a naughty smile, “I’ve noticed. Don’t worry though, sir. I think it’s well worth the risk. You could always prove it to me again, though. Remind me why I keep taking this massive risk.” She twisted her hips and flexed her pussy to hug his cock.

By the time they were finished, it was nearly dawn. He’d filled her twice more and finished by giving her a facial. He did remember to tell her his last task before they parted, and even in her extasy addled mind, she seared it into her memory. I’ll be damned if I disappoint him. He’ll know the moment that Draco’s fixed the Vanishing Cabinet.

She made it back to the dorm room just before her housemates started rising for the day. She thought it was perfectly reasonable to take the mornings’ classes off. And well worth the risk of skiving off too.