Oh this isn't an update. That one is gonna be posted right after this one. No, this is a thank-you, delivered nice and properly packaged from the deepest corners of my heart. Thanks to every single one of you here who is reading this post, as well as those that have supported me in the past, I have grown to become someone confident in my skill as an erotic fantasy author.
Now I know you might have read this on the Fanfiction post, but I believe it deserves a special mention. I am ...
2023-05-01 12:34:51 +0000 UTC
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I lay in my bed, gazing up at the blue sky through the window, contemplating on what had just happened and tapping my fingers thoughtfully against the mattress. The reckless attempt at impressing Amelia and Susan had endangered me, and if not for Meta-Luck, things could have gone terribly bad. Even so, I couldn’t really bring myself to dislike what had happened.
Especially the aftermath.
I had made out with Amelia ‘Iron Lady’ Bones.
I had her, naked and wet, sprawled a...
2023-04-23 14:56:53 +0000 UTC
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Amelia pushed her wet form against Harry, her breasts now bereft of her bra’s protection, and her nipples brushing against his solid chest. She grabbed him by his neck and sucked his earlobe, grabbing his right hand and placing it on her cheek, shivering as his fingers crawled down her cheek, down the hollow of her neck and fell in between her heaving breasts. She felt his cock, thick and veiny and definitely larger than James, pulse angrily against her abdomen. It brushed against her panti...
2023-04-16 13:37:07 +0000 UTC
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The bath was shaping out to be extremely interesting.
I watched as Amelia stood up from her place, folded her arms and leaned against the wall, her dark eyes taking me in with evident interest. Then she tilted her head and moved towards me, resting her hands against the sides of the bath.
“Erm—” I began.
“Do you need any help?” she offered, before I could finish. “I doubt you can do much cleaning, what with the pain and everything.”
I blinked twice, tryin...
2023-04-09 16:44:50 +0000 UTC
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It was like someone had just slammed a row of staples into my skin. Pain soared into my body, inflamed tissue crying out, my heart throbbing, my ribs cracking, the edemas beneath my skin pounding with a horrible tightness. Fatigue hit me like a rock. The sensations were so intense, the only way I could tell that I had fallen to the floor was by looking.
And my body abruptly went numb and useless from my stomach down.
That scared the hell out of me and confirmed my worst fears. Whe...
2023-04-02 19:45:37 +0000 UTC
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“I doubt things will work the way you expect, Harry,” Amelia said as we walked through the hallways, discussing my strategy. “Even if I can corner Malfoy with this, Greengrass isn’t one to take things lying down.”
After our little meeting, Amelia had summoned Susan to her office and given her the memo. Susan’s expression had been absolutely beautiful to watch when her aunt told her I'd be spending the next three days at the Manor. Amelia wasn’t a big believer of sharing de...
2023-03-26 21:59:19 +0000 UTC
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“We do not need to go through any preamble,” Amelia Bones declared, cutting my words short. “You’ve requested an audience with the DMLE Director, so I’d ask you to get to the point and not waste my time. I’m a busy woman.”
I simply smiled, letting her sharpness wash over me. Any other person in my shoes would’ve probably panicked and launched into an uncontrolled explanation just to avoid her displeasure, revealing far more than I had planned. Amelia was intentionally po...
2023-03-26 21:50:38 +0000 UTC
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There’s something to be said about the kind of day you’re having when you bargain with a conniving businessman with a Death-Eater sympathising background, only to pop away and appear before the outer gates of the greatest military authority in the nation. Each of them deserved their own preparation, and if I had an option, I’d have put them on separate days. But when the Director of the DMLE gives you a private appointment, you don’t miss it. Especially when the duration of said meeti...
2023-03-26 21:49:28 +0000 UTC
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The dark silver tux lay on the bed, rejected. As did the formal pants. Instead I stood there, gawking at the mirror, as Hestia and Hermione suited me up in a thick ensemble of black silk, with a notched collar and a cut-away front of the coat, a white shirt with gold filigree, a long wizard hat, and long black trousers ending in equally boring shoes. And then she put a cloak over my shoulders, leaving me a pimp-cane short of a complete Lucius Malfoyesque experience.
“This is ridiculou...
2023-03-26 21:47:42 +0000 UTC
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I beat the crap out of the punching bag.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
My frustrations were rising beyond control. Even the sensations of pain swimming through my veins felt foreign, as if I wasn’t even part of the body. There was no euphoric high, only debilitating lows as I grunted and threw the next punch.
And the worst part? I wasn’t even sure what was happening to me, or what seemed to be causing it. Ever since that day with Narcissa, e...
2023-03-26 21:38:21 +0000 UTC
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Penelope fidgeted impatiently and checked the time again. After the episode last night, she had been unable to find Hestia — Miss Jones, she reminded herself. It was difficult to return the secretary to the pedestal she had put her earlier, especially after all that she had witnessed the previous night. No, she was Hestia. Hestia the slut; Hestia the whore, Hestia the collared bitch that Harry Potter commanded like a dog. No, not a dog. Bitch.
2023-03-26 21:32:10 +0000 UTC
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Penelope knew she was smarter than most.
Academically, that is. One of the ‘freaks’ out there that somehow turned out to be an excellent runesmith and arithmancer, in addition to being a fair hand at Charms. It allowed her to notjust fine tune her charmswork, but also alter the spells to suit her purposes, thanks to her unique magical disposition. In a fair world, she’d probably have been a spellcrafter working for the Department of Mysteries. She had often daydreamed of working w...
2023-03-26 21:31:03 +0000 UTC
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In the desolate depths of a perilous place
The bogeyman lurks, with a snarl on his face.
Never dare, never dare to approach his dark lair
For he’s waiting… just waiting… to get you.
The bathroom floor was swept in red.
The pain was mostly gone. Just a few weeks ago, those cilice teeth had been weeping in agony. Now it was just silence, listening to ...
2023-03-26 21:29:25 +0000 UTC
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I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. I was in bed alone, naked, with a single satin sheet covering my privates. A quick Scourgify set me straight, as memories of the last night came into focus. The room looked less like a bedroom and more like someone’s private gallery. Portraits hung on the wall, several of which I recognized were muggle. I recognized a Van Gogh and a Salvador Dali among them, my gaze shifting to the bookshelves that boasted of a rather pristine and aristocratic collec...
2023-03-26 21:27:58 +0000 UTC
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She saw him sitting behind the desk, reading some files.
A feeling of intense deja-vu gripped her.
Harry Potter didn’t even look up as he beckoned her to come forward with a finger.
Like she didn’t even merit a word.
Harry Potter looked up, and there was something utterly mystifying about his intense, green eyes. Then his hand moved and lifted a folder….
Penelope swallowed.
…
...
2023-03-19 14:09:42 +0000 UTC
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His secretary let her in.
A worried Penelope entered Harry Potter’s office. The room was… like an office, she supposed. She was quaking too much out of tension to care for the finer details. She saw him sitting behind the desk, reading some files. He didn’t even look up as he beckoned her to come forward with a finger.
Like she didn’t even merit a word.
Harry Potter looked up, and there was something utterly mystifying about his intense...
2023-03-12 11:03:13 +0000 UTC
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Snyde was a vain woman, and hopeless at intimidating. You think that someone in her profession would be more self-aware, especially when both parties had already come to a settlement without her mediation. Despite that, she kept switching between glowering at me and giving me condescending smirks, as if she were keeping me intimidated while dictating the terms to poor little me.
Some people.
“You should understand this, Mr. Potter,” she said snidely, “that my client...
2023-03-05 13:43:24 +0000 UTC
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The day had begun so simply. My plans to sideline Draco by making him commit a crime had gone spectacularly with him casting an unforgivable in open public, with multiple witnesses. I had been called to the DMLE to provide testimony, and things were looking up and up for me. Then Narcissa Malfoy had curb stomped my confidence with a single blow, but I still had some cards in my hand to play against her. Even in an event where it came to a showdown between myself and the Malfoys, I had some pr...
2023-02-26 13:03:25 +0000 UTC
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I froze.
Okay, I wouldn’t lie and claim that I saw that coming, but it was on the list of possibilities that I didn’t want to turn out to be true. Narcissa had called me a Black the very first day we had met, and any pureblood worth his salt probably kept a record of claimants to the family fortune. For Narcissa, who regarded her Black heritage on a much higher pedestal than the Malfoy name, that held doubly true. Draco was supposed to become Lord Black in time, and I knew that Luci...
2023-02-19 18:50:23 +0000 UTC
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"Fuck me, Potter! Fuck my arse!" Narcissa grunted out as I drove my thick shaft into her tight arsehole as hard as I could.
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…
Okay, I know that took you by surprise. But trust me, there’s a story to that.
Let’s rewind things back by ten minutes. After I had convinced Hestia, or more specifically, let Hestia convince herself, Gawain Robards ordered a conference room to be opened for us. I only met Susan’s eyes for a brief moment and knew that the ne...
2023-02-12 18:23:18 +0000 UTC
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The Ministry of Magic was ostentatious.
Like, seriously.
Hestia and I had floo’ed to the Ministry atrium, and I found myself standing at one end of a very long and splendid hall with a highly polished, dark wood floor. They inlaid the peacock blue ceiling with gleaming golden symbols that kept changing like some enormous heavenly noticeboard. The walls on each side were panelled in shiny dark wood and had many gilded fireplaces set into them. Every few seconds, a witch or wizard...
2023-02-05 15:02:08 +0000 UTC
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“Is there anyone else?”
The crowd was giving me strange looks, like I had just sprouted off an extra head. They were simply too unused to the idea of someone throwing a Malfoy down from their self-claimed pedestal. Granted, it wasn’t a big pedestal, especially since little Draco was only banking on his father’s power to make himself look intimidating. Honestly, Draco was being stupid. Inherited power was great, but only when used in the right context. Or else, you could end up p...
2023-01-29 17:16:27 +0000 UTC
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“Is this what you call service, you stupid sow?” said Crabbe, and slapped Penelope in the face. The girl probably tried to withstand the slap like she did everything else. Silently. Unfortunately, she underestimated her own strength, or the force of his beefed hand. Penelope fell back reeling, crashing against a chair.
Several people stood up at that.
I idly observed that despite the reaction, not one of them did or said anything about it. Instead, they just muttered among the...
2023-01-22 16:19:26 +0000 UTC
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“Two pistachios and one raspberry sundae,” said Penelope, “will that be all?”
You’d think after spending the better part of two months in this twisted version of British wizarding society, I’d have stopped being surprised by the curve balls this world threw my way. I had had first-hand experience with Hermione, a genius by all rights yet shunned simply because she got afflicted with lycanthropy. There was Hestia, a talented solicitor that got thrown off her job simply becaus...
2023-01-16 07:45:10 +0000 UTC
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It hurt.
No, that was an understatement of what I was experiencing. Physically, I was fine, but magically, I was worse than Neville back in his first year. I’d be hard pressed to even cast a first-year charm without screaming myself hoarse. I knew Hermione would smell the dark enchantments on my person, if not the coppery stain of blood, so returning to my apartment was not an option. And after spending an entire morning with that cilice belt digging into my flesh, I didn’t want to ...
2023-01-07 20:53:44 +0000 UTC
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Some women have this quality about them, something completely intangible and indefinable, which gets called a lot of different things, depending on which society you’re in. I always think of it as heat, or fire. It doesn’t always have to be about sex, but it often is — and it definitely was with Ginny Weasley.
The moment I heard Ginny’s voice through the Floo, I felt the temperature in the room go up. Or maybe it was just my libido going into overdrive, except that didn’t seem...
2023-01-03 20:53:07 +0000 UTC
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Hermione was having second thoughts about this.
Having monkey sex with Harry within the confines of the house was one thing. But sticking her head inside the Floo, talking to Ginny and who knew else would be on the other side, with Harry plowing her arse? For the first time too, she might add?
It was mortifying.
It didn’t change a thing. She’d still do it. For Harry.
“Turn the fuck around, slut!” Harry ordered, slapping her tits with one hand. A big red mark sh...
2022-12-25 19:21:01 +0000 UTC
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“Tell me what you got. Any tail about how he does things?”
“Tails,” said Hestia. “I set three different investigative agencies on it. You’d be surprised how cooperative they were at being paid gold up front. Some of this shit goes so deep I cannot fathom how the Ministry overlooks it.”
We were sitting in my office room. It had been two days since I had charmed Hannah and her submissive mother to become my bitches, a position they were too willing to be in. Hannah,...
2022-12-18 15:27:07 +0000 UTC
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The predatory smile on Harry Potter’s face scared the crap out of her.
Cynthia stared at him, her body paralysed with fear, arousal and indecision, her fingers still digging into her pussy as she watched Harry Potter’s breath on her face. He was her daughter’s age, and yet, he towered over her, in ways over one. He was huge, with broad shoulders and a firm jaw. Cynthia could see his muscles bulging, smelling of sweat and sex. A thin stubble on the sides only stressed his features....
2022-12-11 16:54:37 +0000 UTC
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Cynthia Abbott hated Wednesdays. Maybe if she had a nine-to-five job, she could have welcomed it as an average day, but with her work hours toiling by her lonesome, it just meant the week was half over and the next half was probably gonna be just as bad. She had only just finished with the customers for the afternoon, closed the door, and was resting on her couch, wondering where her elf was. As a devout Christian turned muggle born witch, all she had after marriage to a wealthy pureblood Jam...
2022-12-04 15:38:57 +0000 UTC
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