Chapter 135 - Drunken Chaos! Part-1~Heavy NSFW~ (Patreon)

{Minerva's Office, Hogwarts}

{12th Oct 1991} 

{Minerva focused 3rd person POV}

"Mhmmm~" Minerva moaned as she felt strong hands grab onto her waist. The sensations of pleasure that suddenly assaulted her seemed so foreign. It had been so long since she had been touched like this. To feel someone's breath so close. If she had been sober, then maybe she would have felt guilty about this, but right now, she just wanted an escape. An escape from the guilt she was feeling, an escape from the loneliness that encapsulated her very existence.

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She felt it even through the clothes, rubbing against her pelvis, and her body responded in kind. Her lips sucked onto his, and her lace-covered pussy ground against the bulge. A new wave of pleasure rocked through her as she trembled. The haze of pleasure that overtook her senses was easy; it was easy to get lost in it, to forget about her worries and stress.

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Her hands grabbed onto his neck as she felt herself being lifted into the air; his strong hands supported and mauled her ass at the same time as she clung onto him. She could feel him move, and barely a moment passed before she was being laid down once again, with the familiar and comfortable touch of her blanket on her back.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as the grinding continued, and her pleasure continued peaking, reaching familiar boundaries that had not been breached for so long. Her eyes remained closed as he broke the kiss. His lips changed position and were now attached to her neck, his tongue circling around the spot just underneath her ear that sent shivers through her spine. 

At the same time, she could feel his muscled back; in the time, while she had been focused on her own pleasure, he had started removing his clothes and hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist once again; even intoxicated, there were some boundaries that she did not want to cross. The action worked against her, though, as the action caused his clothed dick to dig into her melting core.

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The spike of pleasure caused her to black out for a moment, losing herself to welcome a release that never came. Her legs pulled him closer as she felt his lips latch onto her left bosom. His teeth scraped against her very hard nipple, increasing the assault on her already sensitive body.

Her nails scratched his back, her body trembling in anticipation of the impending release as he started to push the bulge against her folds rhythmically. Her ass sunk into her bed repeatedly as the small dance continued. His lips once again returned to claim her lips.

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The wait was getting to her, the promise of the pleasure that the large bulge pressing into her folds every second made her break. Her breathing became labored as her legs stopped clamping onto his ass. Giving him silent permission and a way to move forward. When he didn't get the hint, she proceeded to scratch her nails, digging them deeper into his back, causing him to moan against her mouth.

The sensual make-out session stopped, but she didn't want to open her eyes, to break the illusion that would make her regret doing so. Instead, she waited, hoping he would get the hint, and when she felt her hand grab onto the edge of her thong, she trembled. The puff of cold air was quickly replaced by the feeling of something hot pressing against her. 

Her hands readjusted, grabbing onto the back of his head, and pulled his lips back onto hers. As she sucked onto his bottom lip, she could feel him enter her, it was a slow push, with barely the tip entering her, but it was already causing her an unsurpassable amount of pleasure.

"Ahhhh~" She screamed/moaned. Her self-imposed silence was finally broken as she couldn't help herself. This was too much, the amount of pleasure she could feel as slowly her pussy lips were stretched apart.

"Uhhh~" She kept moaning as he continued fucking her, her legs wrapped around his waist once again; from how far he was, a general idea and a sense of anticipation filled her.

'Just how big... is he... or is he using... his metamorphmagus powers?' The broken thought barely had a moment to stay in her mind as the constant and enhanced barrage of pleasure robbed her of her thinking capabilities.

His things collided against her ass as he finally bottomed out. She could feel him, almost filling her completely. That thought didn't even settle down as she felt him swell, stretching her further as the small amount of space that was left in her pussy was erased. The stimulation of the feeling of something battering against her cervix overlapped as he pulled back.

"Mhmmmm~" She moaned as he thrust down. Her entire body molded to his frame as he pressed her against her own bed. One thrust turned to two, and the slow battering of her senses began.

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Minerva didn't know how long they remained entwined with each other, but the next thing she remembered was coming down from her orgasmic high as she felt him swell inside of her before filling her up. She felt tired, and as she slowly started losing consciousness, she opened her eyes to look into her dark orbs.

The feeling of guilt that she was waiting for didn't come even as he leaned down and kissed her. Her lips moved automatically to meet his as she closed her eyes, enjoying the moment as she felt him pull back, still hard as he trusted down once again, sending another wave of pleasure to shock through her.

'Harder,' she begged in her mind as her legs pulled him in, losing herself to the moment.

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AN - The whole chapter is from Minerva's POV. This chapter was surprisingly difficult to write.