The Captain's Reward [Exclusive]

When Harry Potter was named Seeker for Gryffindor in his first year at Hogwarts, he had no idea that he would soon become one of the most accomplished students in the school's history. Now in his fifth year, Harry exuded unshakable confidence and an unwavering sense of purpose. As the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, a position he earned through outstanding leadership and exceptional skill, he commanded respect on and off the pitch. His professors admired him for his academic prowess and his dedication to his friends and fellow students. Harry Potter was a young man destined for greatness, his future bright with endless possibilities.

After a grueling morning of classes, Gryffindor faced Slytherin in a tense Quidditch match. The weather was abysmal, and Slytherin’s brutal tactics left Gryffindor’s Chasers battered. Despite Draco Malfoy taking the Seeker position, he was no match for Harry. However, the Golden Snitch proved elusive, darting away as if toying with them all. As team captain, Harry stepped up, cutting through the chaos on his Firebolt with sharp, precise maneuvers. He snatched the Quaffle from Slytherin’s grasp and nearly unseated Marcus Flint, who glared at Harry but thought better of provoking him further.

As the game neared its climax, the Snitch appeared near the Gryffindor stands. Malfoy spotted it first, but Harry’s inclusion in the England team at such a young age was well-earned. With unparalleled skill, he caught up to Malfoy and outmaneuvered him, seizing the Snitch in a dazzling display. The stadium erupted in thunderous applause as Harry raised his hand in triumph, a small, confident smile gracing his lips.

Yet, in a different setting, Harry’s victorious hand was tangled in Lavender Brown’s hair. They were alone in an empty classroom, the atmosphere far removed from the cheers of the Quidditch pitch. Lavender knelt before him, her shirt and bra discarded on the floor. Her short skirt clung to her hips, her skin flushed with arousal. The room was silent except for their heavy breaths and the occasional, muffled whimper.

Harry’s lips curled into a smile of satisfaction as he gazed down at Lavender’s submissive expression. “That’s it, baby girl. Suck my cock,” he said, his voice thick with pleasure. Tightening his grip on her hair, he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding deeper into her throat. Lavender’s gurgles filled the room as she took him bravely, her tongue swirling along his length while her full lips stretched around him. Harry groaned, his head tipping back in ecstasy.

Lavender’s hands moved to her ample breasts, squeezing them in rhythm with her movements. Her moans vibrated against his cock as she worked him with fervent devotion, her cheeks hollowing with each pass. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with adoration and lust. “Mmm,” she whimpered as she slid her lips back to the tip, sucking hard before plunging him back down her throat.

Harry’s hand fell from her hair to his hips, his dominant gaze burning into her. Lavender’s heart raced as she realized what she saw in his eyes. This wasn’t love; it was control. Thirty minutes ago, she had flirted shamelessly with him, her shirt unbuttoned just enough to showcase her cleavage. She had touched his shoulder, smiled coyly, and batted her lashes. Now, she knelt before him, her bubble butt arched high, her breasts swaying with every movement. She was Harry’s, and she loved it.

Her lips slid down his shaft, her enthusiasm mounting with each stroke. “Suck it, bitch. Don’t stop,” Harry commanded in a deep, growling tone. Lavender’s pussy clenched at his words, a fresh wave of arousal surging through her. She moaned around his cock, her hands sliding down his thighs as she took him deeper, the tip of her nose brushing against his pelvis.

“Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!”

Lavender’s wet, eager sounds echoed through the room, mixing with Harry’s low groans. His masculine scent filled her nostrils, and the salty taste of him danced on her tongue. She sucked harder, her throat relaxing to accommodate him as her hands crept beneath her skirt to stroke her soaking pussy.

“That’s enough,” Harry said abruptly, gripping her hair to pull her off him with a wet pop. Lavender blinked up at him, surprised and breathless. “I need to sit,” he explained with a grin. With a flick of his wand, a comfortable chair appeared. Stripping off his robes, Harry stood before her, his athletic physique on full display. Lavender’s mouth watered at the sight of his toned muscles and confident smirk.

Rising to her feet, she licked her lips, her breasts swaying enticingly as she adjusted her skirt. Her hand slid between her legs, and she moaned at the heat radiating from her core. Harry’s eyes roamed over her hungrily, lingering on her toned thighs and the way her short skirt barely covered her ass.

“A hot, horny bitch ready to do whatever I want,” Harry thought, his smirk deepening. Without hesitation, he sat in the chair and spread his legs. Lavender giggled, dropping to her knees between them. Her hands rested on his thighs as she leaned forward to pepper kisses along his skin.

“Mmm, I love giving you head,” she purred, her eyes filled with adoration.

Harry chuckled. “Then make it a daily thing. Might help me stay less grumpy.”

Lavender giggled, stroking his chest. “Whenever, wherever, Captain. I’m yours.” She leaned in, running her tongue along his shaft before gently sucking one of his balls into her mouth. Harry groaned, his hand slipping into her hair as he watched her work. Her other hand slid beneath her skirt, her fingers plunging into her slick folds as her breasts swayed hypnotically.

“Slurp… slurp…”

Harry’s moans grew louder, his body tightening as Lavender lavished attention on him. Her tongue danced over his testicles, her lips moving with precision and eagerness. She glanced up at him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with mischief. “I can’t wait for you to come down my throat,” she moaned breathlessly.

Harry’s grip on her hair tightened as his orgasm built. He growled, thrusting into her mouth as her throat welcomed him eagerly. “That’s right, slut,” he groaned. “Swallow it all.”

Lavender’s mouth filled with his release, and she swallowed greedily, moaning as her own climax overtook her. Her hips jerked against her hand as her throat worked around his cock, her body shivering with ecstasy. As Harry’s moans subsided, Lavender licked him clean, her tongue gentle and deliberate.

Releasing him with a final kiss, she looked up and giggled at his satisfied expression. “I see you liked that, Captain.”

Harry smirked, reaching for his robes. “Be at the next game,” he teased.

“Of course,” Lavender replied, slipping on her blouse and glancing back to catch him admiring her ass. She smiled, stroking his chest playfully. “If you ever need me, you know where to find me.” With a wink, she sauntered out, leaving Harry thoroughly satisfied.