Thanking Harry (Ch. 17 - Romilda Double Dips) (Patreon)

Disclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+

"Do you like my new skirt?"

Harry looked up from where he'd been lacing his Quidditch boots on the wooden bench, his fingers freezing mid-knot as Romilda Vane stepped through the changing room door. She posed against the door frame like she owned the place, one hand on her hip, dark curls tumbling over her shoulders, those dangerous dark eyes fixed on him with unmistakable hunger.

Merlin's fucking beard.

The skirt in question was less a garment and more a suggestion, a tiny pleated thing in Gryffindor red that barely reached her mid-thigh even when she was standing perfectly still. The hem fluttered with every breath she took, threatening to reveal what Harry strongly suspected was nothing underneath. Her white shirt was unbuttoned scandalously low, no tie in sight, the fabric straining against her perky tits and showing off a deep valley of golden-brown cleavage that made his mouth water.

"Romilda," Harry said slowly, abandoning his boots entirely. "The match against Slytherin starts in less than an hour."

"I know," she purred, pushing off the door frame and sauntering towards him. Her hips swayed with each step, making that ridiculous excuse for a skirt flutter and dance around her thighs. "That's why I'm here. I wanted to wish you good luck."

Harry leaned back on the bench, spreading his legs slightly as he watched her approach. He'd arrived early to prepare, to get his head in the game before the rest of the team showed up and the pre-match chaos began. Clearly, Romilda had followed him, and clearly, she had something other than Quidditch strategy on her mind.

"Is that right?" Harry asked, his eyes dropping to where her shirt gaped open, giving him tantalising glimpses of the soft swell of her tits with each breath. "And here I thought you might be feeling unwell again. Need me to check that sore spot on your inner thigh?"

Romilda giggled, a sound that went straight to his cock. She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfume, close enough that if he reached out he could touch those perfect thighs, slide his hands up under that joke of a skirt and find out exactly what she was or wasn't wearing.

"Well, now that you mention it," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she played with the hem of her skirt, twisting the fabric between her fingers in a way that made it ride up even higher, "I have been feeling a bit... empty. Aching, really. Ever since you helped me out last time."

Fucking slut.

Harry saw right through her innocent act, through the coy smile and the batting eyelashes. She wasn't here for luck or for medical attention. She was here because she'd been thinking about his cock ever since he'd bent her over that classroom table and fucked her senseless, and she wanted more.

And fuck, looking at her now, Harry wanted to give it to her.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her close with a sharp tug that made her gasp. His other hand found her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her body flush against his. Before she could say another word, his mouth was on hers, kissing her hard and deep, his tongue sliding past her lips to taste her.

Romilda melted into him immediately, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders, her body pressing eagerly against his. She had the body of a fucking model, Harry thought as his hands roamed over her curves. Tiny waist that he could nearly span with both hands, hips that flared out perfectly, and that arse... tight but bubbly, begging to be grabbed and squeezed and fucked until it jiggled.

"I knew you'd be happy to see me," Romilda breathed against his lips when they finally broke apart. Her dark eyes were glazed with want, her chest heaving, pushing those perfect tits against his chest with every breath.

"I'm always happy to see you," Harry growled, his hands finding the front of her shirt and gripping. "Especially when you show up dressed like a complete whore."

He tore her shirt open with one hard yank, buttons flying everywhere, scattering across the changing room floor like tiny pearls. Her tits bounced free, released from their flimsy prison, and Harry's hungry mouth found them immediately. He sucked one nipple between his lips while his hand squeezed the other, kneading the soft flesh as Romilda moaned and arched into him.

Perfect. Her tits were absolutely perfect, round and perky with dark nipples that hardened instantly under his attention. Not too big, not too small, just the right size to fit in his hands, to bounce beautifully when he fucked her. He switched to the other nipple, licking and sucking while Romilda whimpered above him, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Harry," she gasped, her hips grinding against nothing, seeking friction. "Harry, please..."

He released her tit with a wet pop and spun her around, pushing her down onto the bench beside him. She went willingly, eagerly, sprawling face-down on the wooden surface with her arse in the air, her ruined shirt hanging open around her.

"Hands on the bench," Harry ordered, standing up behind her. "And spread your legs."

Romilda obeyed instantly, gripping the edges of the bench and spreading her thighs wide. Harry flipped up that tiny skirt, barely having to move the fabric at all before her arse was completely exposed to him.

No panties. Of course.

Her pussy was already glistening, her lips swollen and pink, juices trailing down her inner thighs. She was absolutely dripping, had probably been wet since she'd started planning this little ambush. Harry ran one finger through her folds, gathering her wetness, and she shuddered violently at even that light touch.

"Please," she whimpered, pushing her arse back towards him. "Please, Harry, I need your cock. I've been thinking about it all week. Dreaming about it. Touching myself every night imagining you inside me..."

Harry unzipped his trousers, letting his cock spring free. It slapped against her arse cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum on her tan skin, and Romilda actually whined at the sensation.

"You want this?" Harry asked, dragging the fat head of his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in her juices. "You want me to stuff this big cock in your tight little cunt?"

"Yes! Merlin, yes, please!"

Harry gripped her hip with one hand, positioned his cock at her entrance with the other, and sank into her with one hard thrust.

Fuck.

She was tight as a fucking vice, her pussy walls gripping him like they never wanted to let go. Romilda screamed, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the changing room, her whole body shaking as she tried to accommodate his size.

"So tight," Harry groaned, pulling back and slamming in again. "Your little cunt is so fucking tight, Romilda."

"Yes! Fuck yes!" she moaned, pushing back to meet his thrust. "Your cock is so big, Harry! Fills me up so good!"

Harry didn't have time for slow. The rest of the team would be arriving soon, and he needed to fuck this desperate little slut properly before they did. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with hard, fast strokes that made her arse cheeks clap against his thighs. The sound was obscene, a filthy symphony of skin slapping skin and her soaked cunt squelching around him, echoing through the empty changing room along with Romilda's increasingly frantic moans.

"That's it," Harry growled, watching his thick cock disappear into her pink cunt over and over again. "Take it like the good little slut you are. This is what you came here for, isn't it? To get your pussy wrecked before the match?"

"Yes!" Romilda sobbed, her fingers gripping the bench. "I needed it so bad, Harry! Couldn't stop thinking about your cock! Needed to feel it inside me again!"

Harry reached down and grabbed a fistful of her dark curls, pulling her head back as he continued to pound into her. She arched beautifully, her back curving, her tits swinging beneath her with each thrust. He released her hair and reached around, one hand finding her bouncing tit and squeezing while the other snaked down between her legs.

The moment his fingers found her clit, Romilda came apart.

"FUCK! HARRY!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock so hard it almost hurt, rippling waves of contractions milking his shaft. "I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!"

Harry gritted his teeth, fighting his own release as she came around him. Her cum gushed out around his cock, soaking his balls, dripping down onto the bench below. The wet sounds of his cock pumping in and out of her spasming cunt filled the room as he fucked her through her orgasm.

But Harry wasn't done with her yet. Not even close.

As Romilda's trembling began to subside, her body going limp against the bench, Harry pulled out of her with a wet squelch. His cock glistened with her juices, rock hard and throbbing, aching to be buried in tight heat again.

"Harry," Romilda whimpered, looking back over her shoulder with glazed eyes. "Why did you stop? I need more..."

Instead of answering, Harry bent down and hooked his hands under her knees. With a grunt, he lifted her up off the bench, her back pressing against his chest as he held her suspended in the air. Her legs spread wide, her knees almost touching her ears, her entire body folded in half and completely at his mercy.

"Harry!" she gasped, her hands scrambling to grip his forearms. "What are you—"

Her words cut off in a strangled moan as she felt his cock, still slick with her juices, pressing against a different entrance.

Her arse.

Harry positioned the fat head of his cock against her tight little pucker, applying just enough pressure to make her feel exactly where he was aiming. Romilda's eyes went wide, her mouth falling open, but she didn't tell him to stop. If anything, she started to squirm, trying to push down, trying to take him inside.

"Eager, aren't you?" Harry chuckled darkly. "You want my cock up your arse, Romilda? Want me to stretch this tight little hole around my fat dick?"

"Yes!" she whined, her hips wriggling desperately. "Please, Harry! I need it! I've been dreaming about it, imagining how it would feel..."

"Then beg for it," Harry ordered, keeping her suspended, keeping his cock pressed against her entrance but not pushing in. "Beg me to fuck your arse, you desperate little slut."

Romilda didn't hesitate. The filth that poured from her mouth made even Harry's eyebrows rise.

"Please fuck my arse, Harry! I need your big fat cock stretching my tight little hole! I want you to fill me up, to ruin me, to make me your personal anal slut! I don't care if someone walks in and sees, I don't care if the whole team watches you fuck my arse raw! Just please, please, PLEASE put your cock in me!"

The words had barely left her mouth before Harry lowered her onto his cock.

His fat cockhead pressed against her tight little entrance, that ring of muscle resisting, clenching, refusing him for one long, agonising moment while she held her breath above him. Then it finally gave, her sphincter stretching wide around his girth as the head forced its way inside, and Romilda's eyes rolled back in her head as an orgasm crashed through her without warning.

"FUUUUCK!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing in his arms. Her pussy gushed, squirting clear fluid across the floor as she came undone, her arse clenching spasmodically around the tip of his cock. "HARRY! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING! JUST FROM YOUR COCK IN MY ARSE! FUCK!"

Harry held her there, suspended with just his cockhead inside her, as she shook and screamed and squirted. He'd barely even started, had given her just the tip, and she was already losing her mind. The sight of her like this, completely at his mercy, cumming so hard from nothing more than the first stretch of her virgin arse around his cock... it was almost enough to make him blow right then.

But Harry had more self-control than that. He waited, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her arse flutter and squeeze around him, until her orgasm finally began to subside.

"That was just the tip," Harry murmured in her ear, making her shiver. "Ready for the rest?"

"Yes," Romilda sobbed, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. "Give me all of it. I want all of it, Harry. Please..."

Harry began to lower her onto his cock, inch by agonising inch.

Romilda's mouth fell open in a silent scream as more and more of his thick shaft disappeared into her arse. Her hole stretched impossibly wide around him, the tight ring of muscle struggling to accommodate his girth. Harry could feel every flutter and clench, could feel her body fighting to adjust to his size, and it felt fucking incredible.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, continuing to lower her. "Your arse is gripping my cock like a vice, Romilda. Like it never wants to let go."

"It doesn't," she whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Never want you to stop. Want your cock in my arse forever..."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harry bottomed out. His balls pressed against her dripping pussy, every single inch of his massive cock buried in her impossibly tight arse. Romilda hung there in his arms, impaled completely, her legs spread wide, her body entirely at his mercy.

"Oh Merlin," she breathed, her voice shaking. "I've never... you're so deep... I can feel you everywhere..."

Harry gave her a moment to adjust, enjoying the sensation of her arse clenching rhythmically around his entire length. Then, slowly, he began to raise her up, sliding her along his cock until just the tip remained inside.

"More," Romilda begged, her hips trying to push back down. "I need more, Harry. Please don't tease me..."

Harry dropped her back down.

Romilda screamed as gravity and his arms combined to slam her onto his cock, impaling her completely in one hard motion. Her arse swallowed his entire length, her cheeks slapping against his thighs, and Harry didn't give her time to recover before he was lifting her again.

He began to bounce her on his cock, fucking her tight arse with increasing speed and force. Romilda was helpless to do anything but take it, her legs spread wide, her body folded in half, completely at his mercy as he used her like a fucking toy. His cock pistoned in and out of her stretched hole, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of them.

"FUCK! YES! HARRY!" Romilda screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "FUCK MY ARSE! USE ME! I'M YOUR PERSONAL ANAL SLUT! YOUR COCKSLEEVE!"

The filth pouring from her mouth was unbelievable. Harry had fucked a lot of girls since term started, had made many of them scream and beg and say things that would make their mothers faint. But Romilda put every one of them to shame, her filter completely gone, nothing but raw need and dirty talk spilling from her lips.

"HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR COCK IN MY THROAT! WANT YOU TO RUIN MY ARSE! WANT YOU TO FILL ME UP WITH SO MUCH CUM I'M LEAKING FOR DAYS!"

Harry obliged, slamming her down onto his cock with bruising force. Her bubbly arse cheeks clapped against his thighs with each thrust, the sound obscenely loud in the empty changing room. He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm building, the combination of her impossibly tight arse and her filthy screaming pushing him towards the edge.

"I'm going to cum," Harry growled in her ear. "I'm going to fill your arse with my cum, you dirty fucking slut."

"YES!" Romilda screamed, her whole body shaking. "CUM IN MY ARSE, HARRY! FILL ME UP! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT CUM DEEP IN MY BOWELS! I'M YOUR ARSE SLUT! I'M—FUCK!"

Her third orgasm tore through her. Her arse clamped down on his cock so hard Harry nearly lost it right there, her whole body convulsing violently in his arms, her pussy squirting again in a hot arc across the floor.

"I LOVE YOUR COCK!" she roared, her voice cracking with the force of her screaming. "I LOVE IT! I LOVE—"

The changing room door swung open.

Ginny was first through, her Quidditch robes already on, her broomstick over her shoulder. Demelza was right behind her, and Katie close on her heels. All three of them stopped dead in their tracks, their mouths falling open at the sight before them.

Harry, standing in the middle of the changing room with his trousers around his ankles. Romilda, suspended in his arms, bent completely in half with her legs spread wide, her face contorted in orgasmic bliss. And his massive cock, buried balls-deep in her stretched, clenching arsehole.

"What the—" Ginny started.

Harry came with a roar.

"TAKE IT, YOU FUCKING WHORE!" he snarled, uncaring of the three witches frozen in the doorway. "TAKE EVERY LAST DROP!"

He slammed Romilda down onto his cock one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go, and erupted. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot deep into her bowels, painting her insides white, filling her completely. The sensation of his seed flooding her arse prolonged Romilda's orgasm, making her scream even louder, her whole body shaking.

"YES! FILL ME UP! I CAN FEEL IT! SO HOT! SO DEEP! FUCK!"

Harry ground against her arse, his cock pulsing over and over, pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her tight hole. The three girls in the doorway could do nothing but stare, frozen in shock, as he emptied his balls completely into the thoroughly fucked witch in his arms.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harry's orgasm subsided. His cock gave one last throb, depositing the final drops of his seed deep in Romilda's arse, and then he slowly began to lift her up.

His fat cock slipped out of her stretched hole with a wet pop that echoed through the silent changing room. Immediately, his cum began to leak out of her gaping arse, thick white seed dripping down between her legs, trailing down her thighs.

"Merlin's tits," Katie breathed, her eyes fixed on the stream of cum pouring from Romilda's well-fucked arse.

Harry lowered Romilda to the bench, where she collapsed in a boneless heap, still twitching with aftershocks, his cum pooling beneath her. Her arse was still slightly gaping, unable to close properly after the pounding it had just received.

"So," Harry said, tucking his softening cock back into his trousers with a satisfied grin, completely unbothered by his audience. "Anyone else want to wish me luck before the match?"

Disclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+