1. One Big Horny Weasley Family - chapter 10


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Fan fiction, Male/Female, Spanking, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    support. He felt something soft and fuzzy drape across his neck and drag down. He reached up to grab it, and discovered a long, fuzzy tail attached to the costume as well. A tail not so unlike one she had sported many years before after an accident with a bottle of Polyjuice Potion. His back stiffened at the flash of that memory, but he shook it off. “Mowr?” she questioned with a coy little smile. “Nothing,” he said as he leaned in to kiss her again. The leather was cool and slick as he ran his hand over it and she draped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down closer, and nibbled at his ear. “Tell me a story?” she whispered, and she flicked a tongue across his ear. “Say what?” he mumbled as he kissed her hair. She brushed the soft tail across the side of his face. “I remember a time when you would blush and get all fidgety when I meowed at you.” She swept the tail down his chest, and brushed his nipples. “But you never told me why. I think you could tell me now.” She growled low and deep in her throat as she took his earlobe between her teeth. He moaned as she slipped her hand inside his boxers, and groaned as the full memory came back. “If I like the story, you can take off my outfit.” Her tongue swirled against his ear and his cock twitched as she squeezed it gently. She guided his hand to the zipper over her crotch. “Or you can leave it on, if you’d rather.” Even his answering moan was conflicted. “That was so long ago,” he said as he pressed himself against her. ...
    He could feel the heat in her crotch even through the leather as he squeezed and rubbed her. She let out a long moan. “Mrowr,” she cried in his ear. He was done for, it was the same cry of ‘please’ that she used when she really wanted something and really didn’t want to go get it. It was the plea he could never say no to. “Mur mowr,” she whined again. “That’s evil,” he said as he stretched out next to her. “You cannot hold this against me. “ She meowed questioningly. “I was between twelve and fourteen years old when this happened. You cannot hold it against me now.” She meowed in agreement and rubbed her fake ears against his chin. “It was early in fourth year, I think the first weekend back at school. Seamus had managed to get his hands on some of his father’s home brewed amber ale, so we were all a little tipsy.” ------------ "Night, Harry," Ron called across their dorm room. "Sleep well, because tomorrow you die." "Meow," Harry replied. He heard snickers from Seamus's bed. Dean and Neville both meowed as well. The other boys all laughed. Ron snuffed his bedside candle and snapped his curtains shut. This was it, he was going to have to kill Harry; there was no help for him now. Ron sighed; Harry had nobody to blame but himself. If Harry hadn't opened his big mouth about the cat tail incident, he wouldn't have to die. The fact that he had mentioned it during one of Seamus's infamous games of Truth or Dare made it that much worse, because he couldn't even deny it as a pack of ...
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