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Cygnus smirked and obliged her, looking into her eyes as he fingered her soaking pussy. “You want me to make you peak right here?” He asked as he looked into her eyes with amusement, his thumb rubbing her clit.

Patrick tugged at the witch’s top, his tongue not exiting her mouth yet. He wouldn’t do so until the last possible moment; she was a good kisser and as a result he didn’t really want to stop. As she ended up slightly straddling he bucked his hips under her just to get some more delicious friction.

She obliged his need for her weight against him, grinding her hips in a languorous lap dance as her tongue eagerly met his. Tasting the drink they’d shared and sighing at the luscious feel of being wanted.

Draco’s fingers continued to work in time with the noises she made, pressing his body against hers as he kissed her neck. His other hand groped her breast; not overly rough, but enough to make the witch feel good. His strong fingers continued while she came over them, drawing her orgasm out longer to give her a greater release. “That’s it Pansy, cum for me.” He whispered directly into her ear.

Harry certainly had no intention of kicking her out, dressed or otherwise. The burns and lashes on her skin caused a brief swell of anger, a desire to find who had done it and make them pay, but after a second his expression softened, though not to pity. Harry was wise enough to know that Pansy Parkinson did not suffer pity. “Do they hurt?” He asked, patting his lap to indicate he wanted her to sit in it, to feel what the sight of her naked body did for him. For the old wounds didn’t turn him off, they didn’t make her any less gorgeous and his cock was growing hard at the sight of her.

She stared warily at his hand then obliged his silent request, placing her nude self in his lap, one of arms draped around his shoulder. She turned her face so they were nearly nose to nose. There was something deliciously sinful about being completely undressed in the presence of a well-dressed man, a pleasure she’d never really taken the time to bask in. At the feel of his hardness against the back of her thigh she amended her earlier thoughts… an attractive, aroused, well-dressed man was perfectly sinful. There was a great deal of pleasure, she discovered, to find herself the cause of one Harry Potter’s state of .. awakening.

“Doesn’t every wizard?” Patrick laughed as he asked about his type. “Enchantingly beautiful and extremely talented witches are the most interesting.” He informed her as he placed his hand on her thigh while she flicked through the book. “Why, what kind of wizard do you prefer?” He smirked

“You’d be surprised, I think, to learn that no… not every wizard.” Pansy’s gaze slid to the hand he’d placed on her thigh, feel the smirk than seeing it, she didn’t move as she continued to look through the book. She turned her head at his question, pursing her lips, considering her answer.

Harry watched with great enjoyment as Luna set about licking his cum straight from Ginny’s cunt. “Such a little slut isn’t she?” Harry observed to Ginny as he watched the blonde work. “Such a good little slut.” He laughed and slapped Luna’s bare backside for effect, listening to Ginny react to Luna’s skilled tongue.

“Don’t you feel silly for trying to resist for quite so long?” Cygnus asked as he played with her for his own entertainment. “You exist for my entertainment and will do until you no longer entertain me.” He growled into her ear.

“Do you want to cum? Do you want to cum like the stupid little slave you are?” Patrick asked as he stretched and fingered her while groping her tits roughly. The knowledge he could do anything to her that he chose like a power coursing through his veins. “I want to hear you beg me.”