"Come on, Susan. You can do better," I said as she gurgled around my shaft, her beautiful eyes reflecting her exhaustion. "You're lucky that Cho turned out to be lightweight. Or, she would have loved to pay back your trick with the camera."
For a moment, Susan turned to look at Cho, who was already unconscious at the corner of the bed, exhausted after the second round, not even allowing Susan to contribute. "M-my trick," she whispered groggily as she pulled back, her beautiful face twisted into a cute annoyance. "You're the one that asked me to take pictures."
"Can you say you didn't enjoy taking those pictures?" I asked, and she shivered. I couldn't help but chuckle. "And, I don't think Cho is the kind of the girl that would make that distinction. I would watch my back if I were you."
"Jerk," she muttered, but considering she leaned down in an attempt to take my shaft once more, her annoyance wasn't particularly strong.
She failed, but only because I flipped her without a warning. "Speaking of backs," I said as I slapped her ass, enjoying the way her ass rippled even as slipped in. She gurgled in shock as I got myself buried nice and deep inside her twitching entrance. "It's shocking how quickly I missed it."
"Why, little Ravenclaw whore not your liking," she asked.
"Jealousy is not a good color on you, Susan," I answered with a chuckle as I spanked her ass again. Then, before I continued, I reached and grabbed her hair, pulling her up enough to make her beautiful tits dangle. "But if I were to be honest, not really. You expect an athlete trying to be a professional to last more."
"What do you expect from a Ravenclaw, t-they are all talk," Susan answered, once again surprising me with just how catty she was turning out to be once she realized I was on her side.
She was doing her best to add her name to the list of girls I would do my best to keep around even after getting rid of Voldemort.
"Well, if there's one thing Ravenclaws' are supposed to be good at, it's learning. I'm sure she'll be better the next time," I suddenly delivered even as I let her hair go and she hit back on the bed.
It was a mystery whether the hit was responsible for her gasp … or my implication that there would be a repeat with Cho. She looked like she wanted to clarify that point … but before she could, I pushed even deeper.
Still, my bet was on the latter.
Another jolt of pleasure turned into a moan, and her words died. I continued impaling her, pacifying her in a more fun manner. She clenched around me, tight enough to imprison me in place.
She gasped for air while I worked on her beautiful ass, enjoying the way it rippled with each push, only to confirm my earlier guess when I slowed down. "You want her … again," she managed to stammer.
"Of course. You didn't think it'd be a one-off to get rid of a headmaster, did you?" I said with a chuckle before I continued, enjoying her frustrated expression. "Of course, you're free to prove you're more than enough for me," I added as I slipped inside. "You just need to last long enough without collapsing."
With that, I moved again, and her answer died in moans. "Of course, that doesn't look very likely considering your performance. How about this?" I continued casually. "Since I'm such a nice Slytherin, I'm going to offer an alternative. Feel free to replace her. I won't say anything as long as the replacement is sexy enough. And, it doesn't even have to fit your little plan of stroking my ego by giving me something Potter failed to get. My ego is not that fragile."
She suddenly tensed despite the pleasure, and I continued pushing inside. "You realized — I mean, I didn't think that," she said, her correction too little too late.
"Oh, honey. You're lucky that you're not a spy," I chuckled, acting unaware of that particular fact. Of course, technically, she was a spy, but considering we worked for the same side, it didn't count.
She tried to answer, but as I drove deeper into her pussy, pushing her toward another climax, she just convulsed to suppress her upcoming orgasm … and failed explosively.
"Wow, you managed not to fall unconscious," I said as I leaned forward, enjoying her out-of-control breathing as she tried to keep her eyes open. She succeeded, but it was a close call.
"I … did," she answered as she shuddered, my dark chuckle ringing in her ear. Of course, the only reason she succeeded was because I had given her another break.
"So, do you want to see if you can last until the end, or do you want to get rid of Cho another way," I said. She seemed really tempted by the idea of getting rid of her, so I decided to make her choice a bit more difficult. "After all, we can have a third on the bed that you're scared of."
"W-we don't need to get rid of her," she answered, suddenly changing her attitude. "I'm not scared of her."
"Oh, really," I said. "Then, why don't you show that to me."
"R-right now?" she stammered.
"No, not right now, but in the morning, after a nice sleep," I corrected. "We need a miracle for you to stay conscious for another five minutes."
"I-it's not that bad," she managed to stammer, but considering her ability to speak was lost just as quickly as I started railing her from behind once more, it was hardly convincing.
This time, I didn't slow down, and she soon turned into a bitch struggling to breathe. She shuddered helplessly under my assault, repeatedly being impaled by my cock as she tightened around my girth.
It was very close to heavenly. Her body was responding to pleasure in a very unique way. Not as incredibly as Fleur, but her curves managed to add a unique taste.
I was about to explode, when I noticed a movement at the corner of my eye. Someone walked in, wearing a disillusionment charm. Tracey, I recognized. And, considering I noticed her the moment she entered, it wasn't a particularly well-applied charm.
The shimmer around her was thick, and the spell even faded occasionally, showing that under the spell, she was naked.
Interesting.
Daphne didn't seem to keep her occupied efficiently enough.
I decided to give her a better show. After all, she was a welcome guest. "Take it, my busty whore," I said as I slapped her ass once again, enjoying the way it rippled. Then, I changed my pose. Susan was on my lap, with my arm under her, keeping her moving despite her dazed state.
More importantly, we were facing the door, giving Tracey a perfect show.
She was lucky that Susan was too far gone to notice her despite her poorly-applied charm.
Susan wasn't the only one who reacted to sudden change beautifully. The shimmer around her movement showed that Tracey was already playing with herself … and doing so passionately.
"You're so fucking tight, Susan. Better than any Slytherin girl," I said, which made Tracey pause.
I decided to add another little snag. "You're even better than Daphne," I added. This time, Tracey gasped in shock and anger. Of course, buried between Susan's moans of pleasure, it wasn't too unreasonable for her to believe it had gone unmentioned.
"O-of course I'm better than that whore," Susan managed to answer, once again proving that jealousy was a very strong motivator for her, making her very entertaining.
Just not as entertaining as Tracey under the circumstances, who had been split between shock, anger, and confusion.
It was a pity that the last part won, but I didn't care much. The glimpse of her naked figure was a sufficient reward as a start. And, I was more interested in what she might do in the future.
With Tracey gone, I focused on impaling Susan, who seemed to be very happy about it. Her hands landed on my legs in the hope of standing upright while I continued to fuck her mercilessly. "You want me to cum inside, right?" I asked.
"Yes," she moaned.
I didn't need an answer to explode inside her, but it was nevertheless appreciated. I continued fucking her, deeply and passionately… and soon, I exploded inside her, the rush enough to knock her down just like Cho had experienced earlier.
"You're lucky that I enjoyed the payment, Susan," I chuckled as I stood up, using a spell to clean up rather than bothering with a shower, and put on a robe.
After that incredible service, the least I could do was to fulfill my mission.
I had a headmaster to get rid of.
Well, a second one.
Then, I chuckled. Technically, two and a half, considering the role Draco had played in Dumbledore's demise before my intervention. Ruining his plan with the Elder Wand should count at least half…
An interesting lifestyle choice…