May 27th: The Auror and the Criminal
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hp_may_madnessTitle: May 27th: The Auror and the Criminal
Characters or Pairing: Harry/? (it's meant to be a "surprise", but it'll be very obvious if you've been following along with the previous chapters)
Word Count: 1167
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Teases of consensual infidelity, sort of?
Challenge: Day 26, Irresistible, Role-playing
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"
"Oh, please, Auror Potter, I didn't mean to do it! You have to let me go!"
Harry gave the pleading blonde a stern look and shook his head. "I can't do that. After everything you've done, you're the most wanted woman in the country. They might even throw you in Azkaban!"
"No!" The woman gasped and reached across the table to clutch his arm. "You can't let them do that! Please, sir, you have to help me!" She was really putting her all into this whole begging routine. Her expressive blue eyes filled with unshed tears as she implored him to be her savior. Eyes like that could convince a man to do terrible things. Fortunately, Harry was a hardened Auror who knew better than to fall into her trap. Or so he hoped.
"There's nothing I can do for you," he said. "As soon as I place these cuffs on you to bind your magic, you're no longer a free woman."
She shot up out of the hard wood chair and started pacing around the room. "I'd never survive Azkaban," she said, gnawing on her fingernail. "Help me, Harry Potter. You're my only hope."
It was only through force of will that he didn't crack then and there. As it was, he just sat there and stared at her stoically.
"If you help me, I'll help you," she said. It didn't take someone who passed all their N.E.W.T.S to figure out what she was implying, and she made her intentions crystal clear when she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. The skirt followed, and she stood before him in just her red bra and knickers.
"This is highly illegal," he said. "I'd lose my job if someone walked in here right now." Despite the truth of that statement, he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her gorgeous body.
"Then we'll just have to make sure we don't get caught." She winked, sashayed over to his side of the table and sat in his lap. "I'm all yours, Auror Potter."
He could practically hear Mad-Eye's ghost screaming about 'constant vigilance'. But Mad-Eye's ghost could go hang as far as he was concerned. He picked the blonde up, laid her across the table and wasted no time in ripping off her underwear. She grinned up at him from her back as he undid his trousers and tugged them and his boxers part of the way down his legs. He was already becoming erect. Criminal or not, this woman could arouse a man with only a look.
"Ooh, is that for me, Auror Potter?" she asked, her eyes wide as she stared at it. He started rubbing against her, and she let out a throaty moan. "Will it fit?"
"Oh, it'll fit," he said. "I've been told I'm very good at making something happen once I set my mind to it." He pushed in, drawing a groan from both of them. It had been a valid question; she was very tight. He didn't let that stop him though.
Harry didn't waste any time, hammering into her intently right from the beginning. He couldn't afford to do anything else. If any of his colleagues walked in on them he'd be fired for sure, and hell, they'd probably arrest HIM too. So there was nothing for it but to fuck her hard and get her out of this interrogation room as quickly as possible.
There were no kisses, no tender shows of affection between lovers. This woman wasn't his lover, she was a devious criminal who had seduced him and lured him into abusing his power in such an unforgiveable way, and he fucked her as if trying to put her in her place and show her who really had control here. Her breasts, smaller than his wife's but still perky and delightful in their own right, shook every time he thrust into her. Her long, lovely, irresistible legs rose off of the table to wrap around him.
"That's it, Auror Potter!" she said. "Fuck me! Fuck me until I can't take any more! Fuck me harder than you'd ever dream of fucking that stuck-up bitch you married!" She stared up at him, a fiery look in her eyes. This woman was sin personified.
His eyes narrowed and he glared down at her. Even though he was cheating on his wife with this harlot, he wasn't about to let her insult Daphne. He pried her legs off of him and pulled out, because this home-wrecker didn't deserve the privilege of having him come inside of her. There was only one fitting way for him to finish, one final act to put her in her place.
He climbed onto the table, kneeling directly above her head. She stared up at him breathlessly, but her eyes screwed shut tight when he aimed his cock at her and began to shoot his semen straight down onto her face. He plastered her with his seed, hitting her forehead, eyelids, nose and cheeks. His final few spurts went into her open, panting mouth.
The woman was a true vision, flat on her back across the table with his semen covering her face. With a wicked grin, he grabbed the vixen's own camera and took a photo so this moment could be preserved for all time. She seemed to hear it because her eyes shot open, only to blink rapidly as she struggled to see things clearly.
Chuckling, he tossed her a towel. He could've cleaned it all up with a simple spell, but he found he'd rather watch her wipe it off.
"That picture better not wind up the Prophet," she said seriously while scrubbing at her face. She knew it wouldn't of course, because he'd never do anything to hurt her. That didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with it.
"I don't know, Astoria. Don't you think it would go great with Tracey's article? We'd make the front page for sure!"
"I can just imagine the headline." Astoria rolled her eyes, but he could see the small smile on her face.
"So, how was it?" he asked moments later as she was putting her clothes back on. "Was that pretty much what you imagined?"
"Yes, it was great, Harry," she said, nodding. "But I think next time you're going to be the junior Auror trying to prove his worth, and I'm going to be the Head Auror you have to impress."
"Whatever you want." That sounded just fine with him. "But if Daphne ever finds out you called her a 'stuck-up-bitch', even while role-playing, I don't think you'll be in a position to dominate anyone any time soon."
"Who called who a what now?" asked a voice from the top of the stairs. They both looked in that direction, Harry with a grin and Astoria with horror.
"Shite," Astoria said. Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head, resigned to her inevitable punishment.
Characters or Pairing: Harry/? (it's meant to be a "surprise", but it'll be very obvious if you've been following along with the previous chapters)
Word Count: 1167
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Teases of consensual infidelity, sort of?
Challenge: Day 26, Irresistible, Role-playing
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"
"Oh, please, Auror Potter, I didn't mean to do it! You have to let me go!"
Harry gave the pleading blonde a stern look and shook his head. "I can't do that. After everything you've done, you're the most wanted woman in the country. They might even throw you in Azkaban!"
"No!" The woman gasped and reached across the table to clutch his arm. "You can't let them do that! Please, sir, you have to help me!" She was really putting her all into this whole begging routine. Her expressive blue eyes filled with unshed tears as she implored him to be her savior. Eyes like that could convince a man to do terrible things. Fortunately, Harry was a hardened Auror who knew better than to fall into her trap. Or so he hoped.
"There's nothing I can do for you," he said. "As soon as I place these cuffs on you to bind your magic, you're no longer a free woman."
She shot up out of the hard wood chair and started pacing around the room. "I'd never survive Azkaban," she said, gnawing on her fingernail. "Help me, Harry Potter. You're my only hope."
It was only through force of will that he didn't crack then and there. As it was, he just sat there and stared at her stoically.
"If you help me, I'll help you," she said. It didn't take someone who passed all their N.E.W.T.S to figure out what she was implying, and she made her intentions crystal clear when she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. The skirt followed, and she stood before him in just her red bra and knickers.
"This is highly illegal," he said. "I'd lose my job if someone walked in here right now." Despite the truth of that statement, he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her gorgeous body.
"Then we'll just have to make sure we don't get caught." She winked, sashayed over to his side of the table and sat in his lap. "I'm all yours, Auror Potter."
He could practically hear Mad-Eye's ghost screaming about 'constant vigilance'. But Mad-Eye's ghost could go hang as far as he was concerned. He picked the blonde up, laid her across the table and wasted no time in ripping off her underwear. She grinned up at him from her back as he undid his trousers and tugged them and his boxers part of the way down his legs. He was already becoming erect. Criminal or not, this woman could arouse a man with only a look.
"Ooh, is that for me, Auror Potter?" she asked, her eyes wide as she stared at it. He started rubbing against her, and she let out a throaty moan. "Will it fit?"
"Oh, it'll fit," he said. "I've been told I'm very good at making something happen once I set my mind to it." He pushed in, drawing a groan from both of them. It had been a valid question; she was very tight. He didn't let that stop him though.
Harry didn't waste any time, hammering into her intently right from the beginning. He couldn't afford to do anything else. If any of his colleagues walked in on them he'd be fired for sure, and hell, they'd probably arrest HIM too. So there was nothing for it but to fuck her hard and get her out of this interrogation room as quickly as possible.
There were no kisses, no tender shows of affection between lovers. This woman wasn't his lover, she was a devious criminal who had seduced him and lured him into abusing his power in such an unforgiveable way, and he fucked her as if trying to put her in her place and show her who really had control here. Her breasts, smaller than his wife's but still perky and delightful in their own right, shook every time he thrust into her. Her long, lovely, irresistible legs rose off of the table to wrap around him.
"That's it, Auror Potter!" she said. "Fuck me! Fuck me until I can't take any more! Fuck me harder than you'd ever dream of fucking that stuck-up bitch you married!" She stared up at him, a fiery look in her eyes. This woman was sin personified.
His eyes narrowed and he glared down at her. Even though he was cheating on his wife with this harlot, he wasn't about to let her insult Daphne. He pried her legs off of him and pulled out, because this home-wrecker didn't deserve the privilege of having him come inside of her. There was only one fitting way for him to finish, one final act to put her in her place.
He climbed onto the table, kneeling directly above her head. She stared up at him breathlessly, but her eyes screwed shut tight when he aimed his cock at her and began to shoot his semen straight down onto her face. He plastered her with his seed, hitting her forehead, eyelids, nose and cheeks. His final few spurts went into her open, panting mouth.
The woman was a true vision, flat on her back across the table with his semen covering her face. With a wicked grin, he grabbed the vixen's own camera and took a photo so this moment could be preserved for all time. She seemed to hear it because her eyes shot open, only to blink rapidly as she struggled to see things clearly.
Chuckling, he tossed her a towel. He could've cleaned it all up with a simple spell, but he found he'd rather watch her wipe it off.
"That picture better not wind up the Prophet," she said seriously while scrubbing at her face. She knew it wouldn't of course, because he'd never do anything to hurt her. That didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with it.
"I don't know, Astoria. Don't you think it would go great with Tracey's article? We'd make the front page for sure!"
"I can just imagine the headline." Astoria rolled her eyes, but he could see the small smile on her face.
"So, how was it?" he asked moments later as she was putting her clothes back on. "Was that pretty much what you imagined?"
"Yes, it was great, Harry," she said, nodding. "But I think next time you're going to be the junior Auror trying to prove his worth, and I'm going to be the Head Auror you have to impress."
"Whatever you want." That sounded just fine with him. "But if Daphne ever finds out you called her a 'stuck-up-bitch', even while role-playing, I don't think you'll be in a position to dominate anyone any time soon."
"Who called who a what now?" asked a voice from the top of the stairs. They both looked in that direction, Harry with a grin and Astoria with horror.
"Shite," Astoria said. Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head, resigned to her inevitable punishment.