Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Exploring Susan''s Curves

    Harry was enjoying the moment intimately as he stood just a step away from Susan, his fingers hooked onto her underwear, waiting for her to process the question she had been just asked. He could have repeated the question, or even preemptively choose which part to remove, but watching her struggle to process her latest failure and with the difficult choice she faced was more fun.

    "Harry," she whispered after a minute later. She tried to take a step back, but stopped quickly when she realized Harry had no intention of letting go of his grip, so her move stretched her underwear rather revealingly as a result, partially thanks to her amazing curves that even the substantial grasp of her sports bra failed to wrap.

    "Yes, Susan," he answered in the exact same level of a whisper, but in a sexier tone. And just to make sure she hadn''t had any trouble hearing, he had leaned forward, his lips just an inch away from her earlobe, which also caused their bodies to touch for a moment. Complete accident, of course, though Harry suspected exercising was only partially responsible for her burning skin.

    She opened her mouth, but once again, her shyness chose that exact moment to exert domination over her, and she was silenced once more. It took another minute for her to open her mouth once more. Loathing to waste time, Harry decided to leverage her lull. His hand, previously busy grabbing the edge of her panties, started roaming over her body, tracing her curves, sexy enough to prove the existence of magic by their own. She shivered as his fingers traced her navel before trailing to the side, then turning down to focus on her thighs, testing their thick, womanly beauty.

    The next time Susan opened her mouth, a gasp escaped her mouth instead of words. "Is there something wrong, Sue," he said, squeezing her thigh to underline his statement.

    "It''s about the bet," she managed to murmur, but only after another squeeze, this time hard enough to earn a yelp.

    "I hope you''re not trying to take the coward''s road," Harry said warningly. "I don''t really like it when people back out of their words. You''re not going to disappoint me like that, right?"

    "Of course not, Harry," she answered rapidly.

    "Good," he murmured, then pushed an expression of shock onto his face. "I see, you were trying to double down on the bet! You take the course once more, and if you win, not only your clothes stay as it is, but also you get rid of my pants. And if you lose..." He didn''t bother to finish his sentence, and from the way her scandalized gasp echoed in the room, it wasn''t really needed. "Such an amazing display of bravery."

    She nodded, the conflict on her face was clear. She clearly had some complicated feelings about standing in front of him, stark naked. However, she was also wasn''t very good in decision making under pressure, so she clearly appreciated the opportunity to push decision making by another five minutes. "Yes, that''s what I was thinking as well," she said.

    "Excellent, do you want to start?" he asked, and received a nod in return before she turned her back, walking towards the start line. Harry looked at her, examining her sexiness. "Begin," he ordered.

    This time, he hadn''t needed to meddle with anything. Stressed and confused by the prospect of what was laying ahead of her, she barely managed to pass the first hurdle before her lack of attention cost her the round, and she fell down, tangled into the ropes. This time, he didn''t lose any time before dashing towards her. The time for playing was over.

    The training course melted around him as he dashed towards her, replaced by some casual furniture. As he stood above her, only the ropes that knotted around her had remained. He waved his wand, making a show of dispelling them, but also converted the floor into soft padding. He needed some movement area.

    "Thanks, Harry-" she started to say, only to cut short when realizing Harry had no intention of helping her stand up. The clue he provided was quite simple, after all, hovering above her with his arms both side of her, cutting her escape path.

    "Yes, Susan," he said even as he raised himself a bit.

    "What are you doing," she whispered, quiet enough that it would have got lost in the room if it wasn''t for the minuscule distance between them.

    "I''m here to take what I have earned," he murmured as he started leaning forward in a glacial pace, aiming for her lips.

    "W-what," she managed to murmur in shock when she realized that he was about to kiss her. But from the way her head rose slightly, accompanied by the parting of her lips, it wasn''t a big struggle for him to deduce her willingness.

    But Harry had one last surprise for her. He leaned forward until her eyes were closed in anticipation, then pulled back, giving himself enough range to grab her underwear. It was convenient that they were created by the room, because all it took was an errant mental order to weaken the fabric enough that, when he pulled, both were ripped away from her body without resistance, though it was noisy, which made it even more satisfying.

    Her eyes popped open with alarm as the sound echoed on the walls, but he was prepared for it. He leaned forward and captured her lips, using her shocked state to explore her mouth. It wasn''t a tender kiss, he pushed himself forward harshly, as if he was trying to impose his spirit against hers.

    Under the domination of shock, her hands found his shoulders, trying to push him away, but it was easy to ignore, especially with the assistance of gravity in his current situation. He didn''t take stock of her resistance, knowing that it was just momentary shocked response. After all, she was more than happy to drain him during their last encounter.

    Her hands stayed on his shoulders, but soon, the direction of the force changed. Instead of trying to push him away, she pulled him towards herself, tight enough that he could feel the curves of her breasts on his chest. Curious of its impact, he pulled his hands from the floor, pushing his full weight on Susan, only to receive a satisfied moan in return.

    "As you wish, milady," Harry said before putting his hands on the back of her head, pinning her in place, before pushing his shaft into her throat without mercy. She was barely able to get out a whimper, realizing her strategic mistake, before his shaft moved enough to lodge itself in her throat, cutting off her chance to speak.

    Harry''s moans of appreciation mixed into Susan''s much louder gags as she struggled to breathe, which only made Harry''s appreciation higher. He cut loose, pushing forward mercilessly, his hands giving him the necessary leverage. Her throat squeezed around his shaft amazingly, so much that it filled his heart with unique anticipation that begged for more and more.

    When he pulled back, Susan started coughing, trying to catch her long-awaited breath in between. Harry could have pushed for more before she could recover, but he was tempted to see whether she was willing to continue after his rough treatment.

    After a pause to gather herself, she managed to surprise him positively when she righted herself despite the unbalance from her wrapped hands, and to make it better, she opened her mouth invitingly in her volition. "No surrender, then," he said approvingly, and Susan smiled, though that was a fleeting one, destroyed the moment he invaded her mouth once more.

    And since Susan had already proved her mettle to resist his assault, he cut loose without a hint of mercy, intent on ruining her throat. He pulled out occasionally, but never gave her more than a second to gather herself. Even better, she slowly got better in maintaining her balance, enough to allow him to pull one of his hands away, which shifted onto the impressive expanse of her breasts, enjoying its beautiful texture.

    When he pulled out of her mouth for the last time, it wasn''t just her spit sprayed around as she coughed. "I hope the lesson was clear," he commented in amusement, dragging his finger on her cheek with a gentle caress. "Or are you going to be a diligent student and volunteer for the next part of the lesson, or are you going to call it off early. I wouldn''t blame you, after all, it was a rather difficult session."

    "I''m a Hufflepuff, and we don''t shy away from hard work," she managed to murmur after she managed to keep control of her mouth. "So, go ahead, professor."

    "As you wish, Miss Bones," he answered. "Then, let''s move onto the next part of the game. Namely, threatening to destroy something precious for the prisoner. For example..." he said before he grabbed her shoulder, and suddenly, pushed her on the floor face down, enough to force her breath out of her lungs despite the cushioning charm. She lay on the floor, face down, her hands still bound behind her.

    He moved behind her as he continued to speak. "If the prisoner resists the physical methods of coercion, you need to find something precious, something unique that belongs to the prisoner. Their wand would be sufficient for the most cases, but occasionally, you might find something much more precious," he said as he lay over her once more, this time without the restricting presence of his pants, his shaft pressing against her folds, removing any doubt about what he was talking about.

    She let out a gasp as his weight settled above her, preventing her from moving around. "I''m not surrendering," she managed to murmur between her out-of-control breathing, overwhelmed with excitement.

    "Good," he said, patting her head rewardingly before grabbing her arm, still bound behind her, and pulled it painfully. "Then, we move onto the next stage. Showing that you''re willing to destroy their possession if they are not willing to comply with your perfectly reasonable demands."

    He pushed forward the moment the last word left his mouth. It was a swift, merciless push that forced itself into her most intimate place, but the only thing that she did was to let out a moan, pleasure overwhelming the trace amounts of pain. Truly, she was full of surprises, he realized, carrying a core of steel wrapped in her shy exterior, yet still malleable under his touch.

    He leaned forward as he continued to slam his presence into her core, each repeat drilling deeper into her core, forcibly transforming the shape of her folds. When he lay on her, her arms were trapped between their bodies in an awkward angle, which was no doubt painful to her, but she just took it the same submissiveness she had been displaying.

    A certain pleasurable sensation started to grow in him, signaling that the finishing line was up close. He used his proximity to good effect, and pushed his hand through her hair once more, pulling it painfully, exposing her neck, which he decorated my a dark red hickey. "Are you willing to surrender, Miss Bones," he murmured, giving her one last chance to escape, but didn''t bother to inform her about what was at stake.

    "Never," she answered gleefully, followed by pleasure-filled cries.

    "Excellent," he answered, and then pulled away, but not before leaving another bite mark on the delicate skin of her neck. He put his hands on her hips, and pushed forward for one last time, as deep as he could manage before filling her insides with his seed.

    A panicked yelp escaped her mouth as she realized what had been happening, but surprisingly, even that failed to dent the hold of the pleasure over her. She didn''t struggle, not to break out from his hold, but she was trembling under the effects of her own orgasm. He kept inside until the last drop filled her insides.

    When he pulled out and stood up, he couldn''t help but feel proud of his masterpiece. A beautiful and bountiful redhead, laying on the floor, her hands bound, his seed slowly seeping out of her confines. It was convenient that the room was recording everything they did, as it would have been a pity that if the only recording of this was in his mind. It didn''t take long for his shaft to return back to life, but unfortunately, he had hit the ceiling for the day. He doubted that Susan would be willing to go for another session, and he didn''t want to destroy the progress just to get another chance.

    "You''re an amazing student, Miss Bones," he said as he took a hold of the tie that was holding her hands together behind her. A pull later, she was free.

    Her next action caught him with a complete surprise. She jumped up to her feet, and tackled him on the ground, so quick that when he realized what had been going on, he was already on his back, with her above him. He raised his head in panic, but before he could say anything, something pressed against his mouth, cutting his breathing. "We were supposed to start by immobilizing the prisoner, and cutting his breathing, right, professor," she said as her weight settled above him.

    Only when he felt a familiar feeling wrapping around his girth once more, he realized what was responsible for suffocating him. Her rather impressive bosom. He stopped fighting, and let her apply the interrogation methodologies that she learned today. She had deserved that much after her patience.

    The warm sensation that filled his chest must be pride, he decided...