So this wasn't the first time someone walked into the bathroom while you were using it.
Poor Terry Boot had, at one point, made the mistake of entering the restroom just as you were leaving the shower. An inappropriate towel slip had you exposed to the other man. Terry had flushed bright red and fled before you could react.
That was not as mortifying as this, though. At least that experience had been with someone of the same gender.
As you swung around to address the intruder, you immediately met Smok's yellow eyes, and the girl smirked. You could assume an obvious amorous intent; that much was easy to pick up on, given the fact that she was, well, naked.
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You would have to be an idiot to not understand what the high dragon was after, but still-
There was something deeply offensive about the other walking in on you, and you couldn't help but scowl, hand dropping down to cover your crotch.
"You know, for human wizards, it's considered polite to knock."
You tried to put the sheer offense you were feeling into your voice, as you glared at her. The steaming hot water was still running down onto you from above, and down your back, somewhat dampening (no pun intended) the effect.
The useless lizard just smiled, as if she were indulging a child who asked a stupid question.
"Obviously, I know that servant." The scaled girl placed a clawed hand to her chest, daintily, and giggled. "Obviously, though, I am not a human, nor a wizard. Therefore, this is perfectly fine for me to do."
You didn't think that was how anything worked, and you said as much.
Smok's smug expression faded at the rebuttal, and instead of trying again, she turned her nose in the air, trying a different route.
"Besides, you are my servant; there are no secrets between us. I will demonstrate. Remove your hand, servant."
Intentionally doing the opposite of what she said, you instead moved towards the towels you'd brought in with you, alongside your clothing.
Before you could get there, though, Smok stepped into your path, forcing you to stop, lest you bump into the very naked Dragon.
Her eyes were narrowed now, but her smile was still in place.
"I said, remove your hand, servant. I assure you, your body isn't that repulsive." Her tone was somewhat tense, expectant.
Dangerous.
You paused, considering your options.
You could try to go through Smok, but that didn't seem likely to work out for you.
Like it or not, Smok was physically superior by a good margin. She also had the advantage of steak knives attached to her fingers.
And your wand was in your pile of clothing.
Diplomacy seemed to be the best approach.
You sighed aloud, tilting your head to the side, whilst being careful to stay out of reach.
"What do you want, Smok?"
You tried not to let your irritation show.
Smok smiled with her teeth.
"Simple, I want to mark what is mine." Her words came out almost in a hiss. "You can have your fun, but I worry that my slave might forget what he is if I don't remind him.
She stepped forward.
"I want you to remove your hand and obey like a good boy. Let your generous mistress give you a reward." She paused. "On second thought, do resist; it might be more fun."
Your first thought was, admittedly, to try wandless magic.
It had been mentioned in one of the books you read that it was possible, something you had personal proof of from your instances of accidental magic.
And in this instant, you figured it was a good opportunity to try it.
You'd succeeded at most everything else to do with magic this year. Surely this wasn't outside of your purview.
Feeling immensely confident, you reached your hand forward in a motion you'd seen from a Star Wars movie, and began focusing.
You did your best to reach deep inside yourself, to feel the magic in you and in the air, and in your wand.
To call it to you.
You stood there, naked in the showers, one hand over your crotch and the other pointed at Smok in an open-palmed gesture, with your eyes closed, and a vein faintly throbbing on your forehead.
You didn't want to say that you looked stupid, but…
"What are you doing?"
Opening your eyes, you were met with Smok's faintly concerned look as she stared at you. You put down your hand and tried to pretend like you had intended to do nothing. Faintly, in the back of your head, you were aware of a sort of laughter.
It sounded like it was coming from your wand.
You dismissed the thought before looking back to the High Dragon.
She raised a brow.
"What was what, servant?"
You looked away.
"What was what?"
The other didn't seem impressed, but she dropped it all the same, in favor of stepping forward.
"Regardless of whatever shenanigans you are attempting, this is not a battle you can win, Servant. I am not like the centaur woman. You can not overpower me." She smiled widely. "A servant is only as good as their master. You are talented, I grant, but that only means that I am all the more greater." A confident nod, like that, made literally any sense at all.
"I don't think that works the way you think it does."
She waved a hand.
"What would you know, now…" Smok took a step, lowering herself into a stance, as if she were about to lunge. "No more delaying. Once I've marked you properly, we'll need to start making plans for you to move in with my mother and me."
Your first thought was that it was an odd statement. The second was amusement at the fact that Smok still lived with her mother.
The third, however, was a genuine feeling of offense.
Moments later, Smok sprang forward, unfortunately for her, a mixture of adrenaline, post-nut clarity, and genuine combat experience raced inside you just enough to slow down time for a moment. To give you a second to think.
And the only solution was obvious.
As her muscles tensed and she lunged, hands out as if to take your shoulder and push you down, likely favoring a straddling position, you shifted. Not much, only a foot to the left. It was perfect, however, for you to counter her attack.
Bring an arm up. You used her own momentum against her, hooking it under the dragon girl's chin, as her body continued forward.
A small hop, and you brought both of you to the ground.
SLAM
In a textbook Rock Bottom. You'd learnt it from Nora.
Smok groaned weakly, staring at the ceiling, as you stood, grinning.
As she looked up at you with confused yellow eyes, you shot a smirk of your own at her.
"I don't think you quite understand the situation you're in…" You said, walking around her prone form to the door. You tested it, locked. Perfect.
Turning around, you finished your statement.
"I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me."
Smok squeaked as your shadow fell across her.
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There were various options available to you when it came to finally, properly correcting Smok.
And this was a correction. There was no hesitation or doubt in your mind on that fact. Smok had pushed a few too many buttons, and you'd had to deal with a bit too much shit to continue with the servant façade.
It had been amusing the first time, when you were playing along with it to make her happy, but at this point, it had lost its entertainment value.
You had to have sex with a centaur and had nearly been put into sexual slavery for her. Sure, the sex part hadn't been terrible, but still!
It was the principle of the matter. You'd put up with too much for her to continue treating you as if you were nothing but a servant.
So, in that moment, you made a choice.
You were going to give Smok exactly what she wanted. Just perhaps not exactly in the way she wanted it.
Rather than her marking you, you were going to mark her.
Determination settled in your gut as you turned off the water. Smok had just gotten up properly as you turned around.
She swayed a bit on her feet as you met her eyes. Both of your hands were in front of you, ready to catch any attack. She smiled at the sight.
"G-good Servant. You finally obeyed." Her eyes drifted slowly down, between your legs. She licked her lips. "N-now stay still."
She tensed again, but before she could lunge, you decided to reverse things this time.
Relatively sure she didn't plan to use her claws on you, you met her charge with one of your own, and even though she was almost certainly stronger, mass and speed work in your favor, and you managed to win the contest of strength, sending you both tumbling across the room, crashing into the back wall.
This, of course, ended with you on all fours, above her, a hand on either side of her head.
She looked up and, with a growl, opened her mouth to speak.
"Servant-MMPH!" Her words were cut off as you took hold of one of her horns and pulled it up, meeting her lips with your own in an aggressive kiss, a mirror of the one she'd given you earlier.
Not ones to take things quietly, though, she attempted to wiggle out, tongue fighting ferociously against your own. It was, unfortunately, a fight you were unlikely to win, given the Dragon Woman's tongue was nearly twice the length of your own. Still, you'd gotten your point across and pulled away before she could retake control.
Rather than give her time to recover, though, you moved down her body, teeth tracing against her slender neck, before settling at her breasts. You spared no time in giving her green nipples a soft nibble, enjoying the sudden, startled intake of breath, alongside the moan.
She brought her hands up, and they threaded into your hair. You allowed it for only a moment before delivering a harsh nibble and taking advantage of her twitch to swipe her hand down, pinning it next to her head.
Only a moment later, you pulled back completely, grinning down at the flustered, overwhelmed look on her face.
"S-servant!" She cried, the confident brat energy leaving her from your sudden assault. "What are you-" She froze, looking down between your two bodies. You followed her gaze.
Your dick, hanging beneath you, was pressed against where her womb likely was, indenting her skin and dirtying it with pre-cum.
She opened and closed her mouth a few times before ultimately deciding to stay silent, a mulish look appearing.
"So submissive, what would the other High Dragons think…" You purred, feeling a bit cheeky at the moment.
From the look on her face, you'd said the right thing. At least, if you wanted her to fight back more, with a glare, she continued to struggle even harder, kicking and squirming. Unfortunately for her, your point of leverage allowed you much greater control over the situation.
Case in point, when she did, finally, manage to escape your grip, and try to flip the two of you over, it only took a slight adjustment, so that it was only she who was flipped.
On her stomach now, you settled your weight against her back, dick pressing against her moist snatch. Looping an arm in front of her, you caught the squirming girl in a headlock and chuckled as she struggled uselessly.
"So… what now?" You whispered in her ear.
You tightened your arm around Smok's throat, as she wiggled, just a bit, in your grasp.
She hadn't answered your question, instead preferring to simply continue trying to escape, weakly.
It seemed that the current position, combined with your earlier efforts, had worn off the High Dragon woman. She really did have poor stamina, didn't she?
Compared to her early moves, the pushes you felt against your arm were frankly pathetic. She was either exhausted or simply not trying.
You loosened your arm at the sound of her struggling to breathe a bit too much. That could also, possibly, be a reason.
In your current position, your length was pressed between the girl's ass, her tail flipped up, and pressed between the two of you like a warm scaly pillow.
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If it were any longer, you might've entertained the idea of using it to tie her up.
Hmm.
Tie up a magical creature using its own body parts as bondage.
That was a fun idea that you were adding to your new bucket list.
Included on it already was 'make a platonic relationship with a female character who is not McGonagall' and 'Go to America."
They'd make fine neighbors.
Still, with your dick pressed firmly between her cheeks, occasionally grinding against her dripping quim, or pressing against her rose bud, you couldn't help the heat rising in your own stomach.
This could be fun.
You leaned forward so that your mouth was next to her ear.
"And who, exactly, is marking who?" You asked, breath ghosting against her neck as you did. She squeaked, but couldn't speak much beyond squeaking in the position.
"I suppose we should get started, then, yes?" You asked, rhetorically. Without waiting for an answer, whether that be an affirmative squeak or another bratty demand to be let free, you shifted your hips, pulling away slightly to allow your rod proper room to aim.
Aim at what… well, this wasn't exactly a position where you could really take your pick.
"Fifty-fifty chance. Ass or Womb. Place your bets now!"
There was a startled squeak at that, and you saw her faintly try to shake her head, as you felt your head ghost against one of the holes.
You'd leave it up to chance.
Pulling back again, you thrust forward, blindly, and pushed into the tight High Dragon.
Quickly, you found yourself hitting a barrier, warm, wet snatch squeezing around you as you pressed against what could only be the Dragon Woman's Hymen.
"Oh? What's this? Is the high and mighty Smok still a virgin?" you asked. You loosened your arm just enough to allow her to speak.
"Servant-"
You pulled her back, arching her back once more and pressing roughly against the barrier protecting her purity. You wondered, idly, what the consequences of a human taking a High Dragon Princess's virginity were. There were no books on the topic, as far as you were aware.
You'd be a primary source. How fun.
You were going to let her speak, but to train a pet not to do something properly, you needed to address it every time the negative action happened.
Just like when training a dog. If you ignore bad behavior once, it can become part of their regular behavior.
"Nope. We don't use that word. Try again."
You loosened.
"Serv-"
"Bad girl." You pressed even harder, and you could feel her walls spasming around you. She was tight, and not just like a human would be. No, you could feel the inhumanly strong muscles of her quim hugging your member. It was as if it was trying to pull you deeper. Smok's body knew what it wanted, but did she?
"I thought this was what you wanted, Smok. All you have to do is show some proper respect." You didn't mention whether that would get you to stop or not. Leaving the choice open only benefited you.
You loosened your arm one more time, and she greedily gulped in air, white hair hanging in front of her eyes as she grew used to the feeling of being stretched, at least partially.
There was a silence, for a moment, and you wondered whether silence was going to be the new norm from your High Dragon companion, before finally, she spoke.
"…." She mumbled, voice quite enough that you couldn't quite hear her.
You leaned in a bit.
"Come again, dear?" You tested the word, before shaking your head, mostly to yourself.
That didn't sound right.
Still, Smok heard you.
"Master…." She muttered again.
You grinned.
"Louder." Was your simple response, hold turning more into a heavy hug. You still kept your arm around her neck, but something told you that Smok didn't do false surrenders.
"Master. You're the boss here. Go ahead, mark me as your own. You win." The woman's voice was submissive, but there was an almost petulant quality to it.
The grin on your face grew until, almost like an afterthought, she tacked on one last bit of resistance.
"This time… I'll win next time!"
You considered, for a moment.
She did permit you after all.
"Good enough for me!" That didn't mean you had to let that pass unanswered.
Your arm tightened again, but this time, you used the anchor point to draw yourself out of her snatch, a trail of juices forming between her entrance and your dick, before falling as enough distance was made.
You only took the time to aim carefully before thrusting in.
In one fell swoop, the High Dragon Princess Smok's virginity was stolen not by a consort, or some other royal figure, but by a muggleborn human wizard, of no particular birth or origin.
In one swoop, you bottomed out inside of her, punching directly through her hymen, and exposing her deepest parts to the first piece of the outside world they'd ever experienced, and likely ever would experience.
Your dick.
Digging deep into her deflowered pussy, you pressed forward until you came against the back wall, her womb being pressed slightly by your cockhead.
You let yourself linger there for a bit, enjoying the gasping, gurgling moans Smok was emitting, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
"I suppose I will mark you. You are, after all, mine." Something about that world was particularly effective because the High Dragon shuddered intensely, a silly look coming over her face. It only contorted with more pleasure as you started thrusting.
There, on the floor of the shower of some cabin on the edge of the forbidden forest, you took Smok, held in place with your arms and legs, but entirely willing and enthusiastic. The game the two of you had been playing since the start had ended, or at least this round had.
It ended with Smok, pinned underneath you, moaning up a storm as you roughly took her fresh pussy, molding it to your shape, and enjoying the way her toned body tensed under the rapid-fire thrusts of your hips, and the way her hips started to thrust back.
Before long, you felt your end coming, and with a single hard thrust that pinned the other against the ground, you came deep inside the High Dragon, flooding her insides with human spunk. The two of you lay there for a moment, the headlock temporarily forgotten as you enjoyed the afterglow of your respective orgasms.
You recovered quickly, though, and when Smok felt you begin thrusting again, she stiffened.
"W-wait. I just came, I'm still sens-" She was cut off as you bumped against her womb's entrance once again, picking up your pace. You abandoned the headlock, content in her submission, in favor of better positioning yourself for faster thrusts.
"Master, wait p-please! I just came, I'm g-going to go crazy if you keep-"
"Keep what, marking you?" You cut her off, a dark feeling in your chest. "Looks like you're just going to have to deal with it."
You were going to teach this Bratty Dragon a proper lesson if it was the last thing you did.
Smok's moans only grew louder from there.
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One and a Half Hours Later
You exited the bathroom whistling, dressed, but hair still wet from the shower you had to take, again.
Hagrid, who was sitting in the living room with Charlie, stood. She look concerned.
"'Erman! Is everything alright? We heard a bunch of noises, and you two've been in there for a while."
You smiled charmingly up at the tall woman, and she blushed a bit. God, you really loved Ruby. A female witch whom you haven't had sex with, and who considered your relationship entirely platonic.
You reached up and patted her arm.
"It's all good. Smok just had some questions, and it took a bit to answer them." Charlie had a knowing smirk on her face and made a lewd gesture behind Hagrid's back when you looked to her.
"Questions about what?"
You smiled.
"Oh, just the natural order of things. Anyway!" You turned to Charlie. "What's the next step?"
The redhead shrugged, a vaguely impressed look on her face as she regarded you.
"You two are good to head back. The other girls and I will have to get it from here. Smok should be tired out for a bit, too?" It was phrased like a question, and you nodded. Charlie smiled. "Impressive. In that case, you two can be on your way." The smile gained a slightly teasing edge, softer than her usual expression. "Keep keeping good care of our little Veronica, and you and I will be seeing each other again very soon."
With that statement done, you waved your goodbyes to Charlie, while ushering a confused Hagrid out, assuring her that no, she did not need to go and check on Smok.
It was nearly morning anyway, and the two of you needed to get back to the castle.
The walk back through the forest would be uneventful, although you did spot a few centaurs between the trees, none of whom approached.
You slipped back into your dorm and settled into your bed with a book, thoroughly understanding that sleep was a fool's endeavor at this point.
What a day.
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After the events of the forest, things went back to normal.
Or, well, about as normal as they got for you, which meant, in reality, that things continued to get steadily more and more perverse the further you went into your magic career.
You were starting to wonder if that was just the nature of magic. Magical Power = Lewdity, or something along those lines.
Because honestly, that was what it felt like.
In the following days, after your jaunt through the forbidden forest and the encounters therein, you've caught sight of no less than six different centaurs watching you from the edge of the woods, had Smok 'challenge' you again three times, and for some reason, Ruby could no longer look you in the eyes.
All in all, a relatively normal time for you, oddly enough.
You were used to it by now.
Today, though, just coming up on Christmas vacation, and with classes winding up to their midterms, you were relatively happy.
You were always in the lead up to large tests.
Harry, on the other hand, sitting across from you at the table during breakfast, seemed much less enthused, with bags under her eyes and an exhausted look on her face as she poked at the eggs on her plate with a mulish look.
Your own satisfaction must have been palpable, as a moment later, Harry looked up, meeting your eyes.
"How are you so relaxed! We stayed up until Merlin knows what time in the morning studying, and you look like you're fine." Her voice was tired, frustrated, but somewhat resigned. She knew your answer to her question. Your friend just wanted someone to complain to.
"Personally, I find studying to be relaxing." You smiled in just the right way to be as infuriating as possible. "Besides, if you didn't want to study at Nine-" which was hardly as late as she described it, Harry was just a baby when it came to sleeping.
If the girl didn't go to bed by eight-thirty or was woken up before seven-thirty, she was grumpy for the rest of the day.
Like a baby.
"-than I should have studied earlier, I know." She sighed, looking grumpy as she went back to playing with her eggs. A moment later, she looked back up, a pensive look on her face.
"Hey, Herman."
You tilted your head to show that you were listening.
"Do you… Are we friends?"
You gave her an odd look.
"Of course, why?"
Harry blushed, looking away.
"I… I have something I want to tell you. Could you meet me-"
"Herman!"
You looked up.
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Nora was walking towards you, a hand raised as she shyly waved. Harry's expression immediately fell into a frown, but whatever she was about to say was unable to be revisited before Nora arrived, standing just next to you.
"Nora, good morning." You said, smiling. Nora returned the look before leaning down and-
Chu
Delivering a light peck on your lips.
"Good morning, Herman."
You didn't notice the way that Harry had stiffened at the gesture.
Greetings down, she looked towards Harry.
"Harry, good morning!" She said. Harry did not return the greeting with nearly as much enthusiasm, instead scanning both of your faces with an eagle eye look.
"Are you two…" She trailed off.
Nora smiled, and you blinked as for just a second it seemed… a bit sharper than normal.
"Boyfriend and Girlfriend?" She wrapped her arms around your neck from behind, modest breasts pressing into the back of your neck, her cheek pressing against your own as she hummed happily. "Yep!"
Harry smiled stiffly.
"Great… That's great… When?"
"A few months ago. Although we haven't gotten a chance to do another proper date yet, " Nora sounded more confident than you'd ever heard her. She sounded like she was on a mission for something. "That's actually why I'm over here."
She looked towards you, still not releasing her hug. This put her lips only inches from your own.
"I wanted to ask if you wanted to have another date, soon. Today, even?"
You blinked.
That was rather sudden.
"Sure." This time, you did see Harry twitch violently at the words. "Where were you thinking?"
Nora made a bit of a show putting a finger to her lip. You wondered idly why she was being so theatrical about this.
"I was thinking of the Garden. It'd be nice for you to see what I've gotten done, and it's quiet. Romantic."
There was a snap, and you looked across the table towards Harry, but she just stared at Nora, hands below the table. There was a look in her eyes you didn't quite recognize.
It seemed almost angry.
"Sure, that sounds good."
Nora smiled happily, her shoulder relaxing just enough to be visible. She had been… nervous. About asking you.
You wondered why.
Your girlfriend leaned in to give you another kiss, this one deepening a bit as she probed her tongue against your lips. You accepted, and the two of you snogged for a moment, in the middle of the great hall, during breakfast.
As she pulled away, two thoughts were in your mind.
First, you hoped your mother never heard about this.
Second, you wondered why everyone had stopped and suddenly turned to stare.
Nora didn't seem to care, smiling sweetly, before rising to her full height and turning away.
"See you there. I'm so lucky to have such a kind boyfriend." Her voice rose oddly on the word boyfriend, and she seemed to aim it specifically at some of the other Ravenclaw witches who'd been sitting nearby.
A few weeks ago, you might not have been able to figure out exactly what she was doing. Now, though, with your new context on the wizarding world, you surmised that Nora might have been staking a claim of sorts.
It made you feel a bit odd. Was this what women felt when they said that men objectified them?
…
You'd think more about it later.
You watched, with appreciation that only a boyfriend should, as Nora left, her wide hips swaying in a way that in most cases would be on purpose, but with Nora, was entirely natural to her bottom-heavy frame, before turning back to Harry.
She just looked tired, now.
"What were you saying again, Harry?" You asked, tilting your head.
Harry turned to you, an unreadable, suddenly unsure look on her face.
"… never mind. How do you think you're going to do on the finals today?"
No matter what you tried, your friend refused to revisit the topic. Before long, students began standing to go to their next classes, and you had to drop the subject in favor of hurrying.
Midway through the hall, you bumped into another student, but before you could fully turn, they dashed away. You only caught a glimpse of familiar blonde hair before the figure vanished.
You narrowed your eyes instinctively. You recognized the blue panties that were flashed at you by the girls' fluttering skirts.
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Luna…
What could that devil be up to?
Full of suspicion, you looked down at the ground, finding a book had been left for you.
You leaned down, picking it up. Despite whatever scheme the blonde gremlin had cooked up, your good nature would refuse to let you leave books on the ground where they could get damaged.
You read the cover.
Mind Magicks and Mental Mysteries by Pandora Lovegood.
A look to your left, and then your right. No one.
You bit your lip before opening the book as you headed to the next class.
Surely reading just a few chapters wouldn't trap you in whatever scheme Luna had cooked up.
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You read the book the entire way to Charms class, using your vast experience at both walking and reading at the same time to dodge students as you went. It was an art you'd developed early in life.
As was your ability to navigate the castle. The first few days, the large, ancient building had been a maze of twisting halls and seemingly random turns, all of which changed from day to day.
Now, though, you've adapted to the strange logic of the place, more able to predict and adjust your heading to the signs you saw.
Oh, the painting of the woman in the red dress (who pretended to have a wardrobe malfunction every time you passed, showing off her ruby red panties) was at the top of the stairs, which meant that you had to turn left, or else you'd end up on the Quidditch field.
The head and armless bust of a woman with nearly comically large breasts, that meant that just ahead was the transfiguration classroom.
The small, seemingly random changes all had signs that went with them. You'd managed to learn them all by the second week, although you knew some students still had trouble with them.
It was thanks to this proficiency that you were able to get to the Charms classroom well ahead of schedule, even with your face buried in your new book of interest.
Magic. Magic dealing with the mind.
You didn't know why the thought of such a thing being possible hadn't occurred to you before.
If you could change cups into weevils, and make liquids that literally made steam shoot out of unspeakable areas (courtesy of the Weasley Twins), then why not magic to do with the mind?
And this writer, Pandora, made it sound fascinating.
Three major factors can influence the magic an individual casts. The body, that is our physical existence in the world. The soul, our metaphysical presence, is the counterpart. These two factors are what make up our existence and give the average witch or wizard their power.
The mind, though, is what gives it direction. The use of magic to influence the mind, both your own and others, is the key to unlocking many skills and abilities that have been condemned as tools only available to the strong.
Future Sight, Astral Projection, Piercing the Veil between Life and Death. All are facets of mind magic. Its most base functions are Legilimency and Occlumency, but these are the most basic facets of this complex art.
I will detail my findings and understanding in the following chapters. Background will be needed for certain terms, and I suggest a reading of…
The list of recommended reading was long, but that had never stopped you. So engrossed you were that you didn't notice the fact that you had already entered the Charms Classroom. That is, until you bumped into the professor herself.
"Oof." Was the small noise your Goblin Professor made as you nearly walked into her, only stopping when her small form became visible to you underneath the book you were carrying?
She didn't back up, and instead, from a position that put her face inches away from your crotch, grinned up at you. You noticed that there were quite a few buttons on the shirt undone.
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The small Goblin woman was showing a generous amount of cleavage.
Before Gringotts, you might have dismissed this, but frankly, you'd become a bit wary.
Was your professor doing this on purpose?
You squinted down at her, and in response, the short woman's smile widened, and she shifted just so that her breasts bulged obscenely out of her shirt, just barely failing to escape the shirt entirely.
She was totally doing this on purpose.
With some effort, you tore your eyes away from the green globes of gobbo tit-flesh in favor of meeting your professor's eyes respectfully.
You weren't some sort of pervert who ogled openly. You did so privately, where no one could see. Like a civilized person.
"Professor, sorry. I was just caught up with my reading."
Flitwick waved you off.
"Not a worry, Herman, not a worry at all. I was actually meaning to talk with you. I've been speaking with some friends, and they were just curious when you were planning on coming back to Gringotts." She placed a hand on your thigh, in a gesture that a blind man may think to be innocent. "They've been missing you, I've heard."
-x-X-x-
You shifted a bit. You had no good reason why you didn't go back to Gringotts, really, you'd just been busy.
Tests, Dragons, Trolls, and everything in between seemed to work together to prevent you from making the weekend trip to your internship. Looking back on it now, you actually felt rather bad about it. They'd been kind enough to offer you the internship, and you'd only ever gone once.
A bit inconsiderate.
You bit your lip.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I've just been busy lately."
Flitwick's eyes sharpened.
"Busy with what? I'd hate for you to get overwhelmed during exam season."
There was something sharp about the way she said it, and your normally kind professor's grin was just a bit too wide, in such a way that it showed off a few too many of her razor-sharp teeth.
You shrugged.
"Hogwarts in general. It's a bit more engaging than the other schools I've been to, and there are so many extracurricular events that I've gotten a bit overwhelmed." You blushed a bit as you thought about your commitment to Nora today. You dithered on whether to mention it, but figured as your head of house, Flitwick was trustworthy enough with the information.
"I've also gotten a girlfriend. We're going on a date today." Flitwick's eyes lit up, in a decidedly not kind way.
"Oh! A girlfriend, really?" She asked, leaning in a bit. The hand on your thigh had tightened a bit. "My congratulations."
You nodded. You decided not to mention your jaunt through the forest. That would remain between you and the others who were there.
There was a brief silence, during which your professor seemed to be thinking quite deeply about something. You, however, had a few question of your own you wanted to ask. Particularly before class started.
"Professor, I wanted to ask you, actually, about this." You slide the book towards her. Flitwick blinked as she came out of her thoughts, looking at the cover of the book you held.
She read it over.
"Mind magic, huh. What about it, Herman?"
You looked away, a bit uncomfortable. You weren't used to this sort of thing. Having to ask for help. A first time for everything, though.
"I wanted to ask if you could maybe walk me through some of the steps in the third chapter. It's… a bit outside of my current expertise, but I'm really interested, and I figured since we have the time…" You finished there, ending the sentence with a leading tone.
Thankfully, your professor got the message, nodding easily.
"Certainly, I can give you some guidance." You weren't sure about the tone she put on the last word, but nodded anyway, "How about we do this in my office, so we're not standing in the middle of the classroom."
That seemed appropriate. You nodded, following the shortstack woman to through the classroom towards the door set against the back wall. She opened it, before stepping to the side to allow you in first. Walking in, Flitwick followed, the door clicking shut behind you.
The first thing you noticed, upon entering, was the fact that you were not the first person there, but rather-
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There was another Goblin inside, her long red hair trailing behind her as she rocked in her chair a bit. As you entered, she turned, not quite looking back, but angling herself so she was more in your direction.
"About time. I've been bored as shit waiting. We've gotta fucking plan, if this is gonna work properly. When's the boy next going to be alo-"
"Redrum, we have company." Your professor said calmly, eyes flicking between you and the new individual.
The Goblin, Redrum, and you wondered whether that was an intentional reference or not. She turned fully, eyes, you presumed, you couldn't see them under her mane of red hair, settling on you before moving over to your professor, and then back to you.
"Herman Granger?"
You nodded wordlessly.
The goblin grunted before hopping out of her too-high chair and standing. You noted the way her arms and legs flexed, clothing tight under restrained muscle. She walked over with confident steps before thrusting a hand forward.
"Redrum, Loanwright. It's nice to meet Gringott's new husband."
You tilted your head.
"What?"
The goblin grinned.
"Sorry, I meant intern. Home on the brain. Can't wait to get to the Hubby and have some fun."
"Redrum!" Flitwick sounded genuinely angry. The red-haired goblin waved a hand.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, Freya, I'm just having some fun. Besides, the boy doesn't care, right?" She looked at you with a grin.
You shrugged. It wasn't like you were particularly offended in any way, shape, or form. Just confused.
Redrum grinned, giving your thigh a firm punch that actually hurt, before planting both fists on her hips.
"Good sport. Anyways, what can I do for you?" Her lips twisted, and she leaned forward a bit. "Heard you had some fun with Griphook. Let me assure you, I've got some tricks of my own."
You chuckled, a bit nervously this time.
"I… don't know what you're talking about."
The goblin's grin widened.
"Kid, I would hear ol' Grippy's screams from my office as you were pounding her. No need to be modest."
"I…" The blatant and open reference to the event was a bit stunning, and you didn't quite know what to say.
"I think that's quite enough."
Thankfully, the professor took the job for you, stepping between you and the intense shortstack with a frown. She was slightly taller than the other and glared down at her, puffing out her somewhat large chest.
Redrum let out a chuckle at the sight.
"If you think I'm gonna be scared of some half-breed exposed eye goblin, you're wrong, but I'll play along." Redrum turned, walking back to her chair before plopping down in an exaggerated motion. "What can ol' Rummy do for you?"
Flitwick breathed through her nose, looking as if she regretted coming into the office.
"I am going to be assisting Herman with some spells. You are going to sit there and be quiet."
She turned back to you.
"What spell?"
Flitwick stiffened, looking as if she were on her last straw, before turning around again, only to pause. A devious look came into her eyes.
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It only took Flitwick a few moments to explain your interests to the other Goblin. Or at least, that was what you assumed. The two spoke in a low, gargling tone that Flitwick would inform you a moment later was the native Goblin language, Gobblegook. The conversation had gotten quite intense before settling.
The result was you and Redrum, sitting across from one another, while Flitwick walked you through some wand movements and mental exercises.
The basics of it were simple. When Redrum (who apparently was quite skilled in offensive magic, to, as she put it, requisition stolen goods) attempted to use what she described as a simple compulsion spell, you were to utilize the steps listed to counter the spell.
Step 1. Visualize a scenario
Step 2. Draw the target in
Step 3. Disrupt Targets Concentration
There were plenty of notes in the margins, but the steps themselves were relatively simple.
You technically didn't even need a wand to do so. This was the most basic step of Occlumency, and the only one Flitwick apparently felt safe enough to try.
As the two of you prepared, and by two you meant you wanted to review your notes before trying anything, while Redrum reclined in her chair, hands behind her head, waiting.
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If anything, it seemed like her shirt had opened even more, to a drastic degree. She made no move on fixing it, and because Flitwick didn't seem to respond, you chalked it up to a facet of Goblin Culture.
Or her just being slutty, you'd experience enough of the Wizarding World at this point to acknowledge the possibility.
…Or both.
It could be both.
Still, she seemed quite relaxed, even though her dark green areola was just barely visible from her shirt. You could see more of her breasts than what was still hidden.
You read over the steps one more time, making note of the various tips it suggested to help facilitate them. As you did, though, your companion seemed to grow bored of waiting and leaned forward.
"Hey." She barked, hands on her knees, and breasts swinging precariously in her shirt from the movement. "Wanna make a bet?"
You looked up.
"Huh?"
Redrum grinned.
"A bet, a wager, on who wins here." She pointed a thumb at her own chest. "I fancy myself pretty good at my job, but suggestions aren't really my forte. I prefer the more physical solution. You, you're just starting. Were evenly matched about, so-" She smiled, "-in the spirit of friendly competition, how about we make things fun."
You heard Flitwick sigh.
"Redrum-"
"Hey! I don't poke my nose into your attempts, don't bust mine!" She barked. Flitwick glared, but remained silent, leaving you in the dark as to what, exactly, occurred between them. The red-haired goblin turned back to you.
"Anyways, I wanna propose a bet."
You tilted your head.
"A bet on what?"
"Who wins, of course!" Redrum grinned. "If my suggestion goes through, I get a point. If your counter works out. We'll do best of three, first to two points wins."
That didn't sound particularly grueling to you, although the real question was-
"And what exactly would we be betting?"
You had some idea of what Redrum was truly after. She'd been quite blunt about her thoughts a few minutes ago, so you suspected some type of subtle attempt to get into your pants.
"If I win, you fuck me hot and raw against this desk for over an hour, in every hole, and leave me with a belly, ass, and womb full of that good fucking humie seed to keep me warm until the next time we meet."
Or maybe she would be the complete opposite of subtle in every possible sense of the word. Flitwick let out a sharp intake of breath, before exhaling, the sound being more hiss-like than you thought possible. She was glaring daggers at her fellow goblin.
"And what do I get if I win?" You asked, feeling slightly distant.
Redrum thought for a moment before shooting finger guns at you.
"You get to fuck me for an hour against this desk in every hole."
You deadpanned at her, and she sighed dramatically, smirking as she did.
"Jeez, demanding aren't you? Fine… On top of my previous offer-" she emphasized that, "-you will also get to pick a couple of old books I've gotten in my vault. I hear you're the bookish type. Well, I've got some really rare finds stored away."
She grinned.
"What do you say?"
You thought for a moment.
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You knew, somehow, that this wasn't a good idea. You still reached forward and shook Redrum's hand. Flitwick, in the background, shook her head, muttering to herself unhappily.
You had never made any claim about being particularly good at resisting these sorts of decisions. You'd once spent your entire allowance at a chain game in an arcade. Alongside the fifty dollars you'd saved up.
But goddammit, you had earned that damn whale plushy. You still had it to this day, even though the extremely cheap stitching had torn, and the stuffing had long since lost most of its puff.
That whale was yours, and every cent spent was worth it.
So you shook the other's hand. Not because you were particularly confident in your abilities, but rather because there was a chance at earning something valuable like this.
Vaguely, you could feel someone watching over your shoulder, as if the spirit of some powerful being who could never give even a one percent chance of a magical item being present, even if it was likely that she'd be embarrassed instead.
The feeling vanished as soon as it came, and instead, you were lifting the hand of a grinning Redrum as she leaned forward.
"Gotta let you know, Hubby, that I get a bit competitive about these things." She leaned back, tilting her head just enough so that it shifted her hair out of the way, letting you get a flash of some of the bluest eyes you've ever seen.
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You did your best to return the look, smiling with your teeth. Redrum shifted again, and her hair covered her eyes once more, as Flitwick looked over.
"Same." Was your response.
The two of you smiled at each other like that for a few seconds longer, and your cheeks began to hurt. Thankfully, at that point, your professor decided it was finally time to start. She gave the two of you a stern look.
"If I say stop, both of you will stop immediately." You had the feeling her words were more directed at her fellow goblin than at you. Redum just waved a hand flippantly.
"I'm a big girl, Freya. Besides, I've heard Herman's big as well, why would I do something to risk that?"
Missing the subtext that time was impossible, and you couldn't help but give her a dry look alongside the charms professor.
At least make your innuendo creative in some way. That was just lazy.
Redrum quailed, just a bit, under the force of both your gazes.
"Alright, alright. I'll behave."
Warning given, Flitwick stepped back.
"You are free to begin."
If you were more naïve, you'd expect Redrum to give you some warning. But from the way she'd acted earlier, and what you knew of her intentions, you expected her to instead try to catch you off guard.
Which was why you were already prepared when her attack came immediately.
Catching the wave of magic attempting to worm its way into your mind, you hooked the strings with your own magic, pulling them in further, and pulling them apart to understand what she was trying to do.
Redrum didn't even seem to notice it, though, too assured in her own victory.
You took the moment to read the magic.
"Whenever you see a goblin, become painfully aroused."
A simple compulsion, one you half-expected from the perverted green-skin. Unfortunately for her, you'd caught her quickly and easily.
Now… you just had to throw her off balance with a crafted scenario.
You put your mind to it.
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Redrum was attempting to put a compulsion into your head. Practically mind control, really. You were within your rights to respond to defend yourself.
Really, it was her own fault for now, considering how you might go about breaking the Goblin Woman's concentration.
That was what you told yourself, at least, as you wove a mental scenario. It was relatively easy, honestly. The spell did most of the work. You just had to give it something to work with.
And well…
You had some ideas.
Quickly, a world blurred into being, color coming first, before melting into shapes, and then gaining definition. Soon enough, sound, although somewhat muffled and warped, became present, and the rest of your senses came as well.
You were wearing a button up shirt, white, and you were leaning against the counter in the kitchen of a house. The air was worn, and your body felt oddly sore.
Redrum, on the other hand…
You looked down.
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The red-haired goblin looked up at you, and as she did, one eye became visible with the shift of her hair. She stared, wide-eyed, blushing and confused, at the shaft resting in the valley of her breasts.
She opened her mouth to say something, looking more flustered than you'd seen from the woman so far.
"W-what-?" She stuttered out, only stopping suddenly as you dipped your hips forward, your cockhead dragging across her soft green flesh before rising, bumping against her chin, and then coming up her cheek to press against the side of her drooling mouth.
"Really, so eager you can't even wait for me to take my work clothes off, honestly, sweetheart, I'm tired…" You trailed off, shaking your head fondly. "I suppose some things will never change."
Before she could respond, you reached forward, placing a hand on the top of her red hair, gently taking hold of her smaller head.
"But, I suppose you did make us dinner. I'll give you dessert early then." And you shifted forward again, this time pulling her head closer to you at the same time. Her lips resisted only for a split second before parting, her eyes a mixture of confusion and arousal, as you slowly fed your length into her mouth.
Redrum's eyes watered as you did, but she took it admirably, her throat stetching to accommodate your cock as you slide more and more of yourself inside, her arms limp at her side as you finally bottomed out, her lips softly kissing your pubes, and her eyes rolled back.
You could literally see the bulge in her throat, and could feel it spasming around your shaft, massaging it.
"Merlin, you're always so good at it. That's a good cumslut goblin wife." You held her there for a bit longer before pulling back.
She resisted a bit, the suction of her mouth and throat trying its best to hold you in place, but she couldn't stop as you nearly withdrew entirely, leaving her suckling on the head as she stared up. She still seemed confused, just… a bit more satisfied with that state of being now.
"Now that you've stretched out properly, we can get started!" You chirped, and her eyes widened as you took a firmer hold of her and yanked her forward, shoving yourself back in with a force.
You were curious how long you could maintain this dream. You were looking forward to finding out.
A few hours later, you learned that there wasn't really a limit and that Goblins, at least of the dream variety, could swallow a shocking amount of cum without spilling.
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Waking up from the dream, for you, was a relatively pleasant, peaceful experience.
You simply opened your eyes, as if waking up from a full night's sleep. You didn't feel tired. There was no grogginess hounding you or headache from the light.
One moment you were resting; the next you weren't. Really, the only thing that kept this from being identical to you waking up this morning was the pleasant feeling in your crotch. A sort of phantom pleasure.
Your pants were tight, and you were painfully hard, though. You didn't actually cum down a goblin's throat after all.
…Come to think of it, you were rather grateful that you didn't actually cum. You didn't want to have to walk around with soiled underwear. It would have been awkward.
…
You were going to stop thinking about that now.
As you came awake, opening your eyes, it was like nothing had changed. Flitwick was sat to the side, that same smile on her face. Redrum was still slumped in her chair, though.
You turned to your charms professor.
"How long were we out?" You asked.
Flitwick met your eyes.
"Only about a minute or so." She smiled. "How did it go?"
You did your best not to look too smug.
"She must have been going easy on me. I resisted the compulsion easily." You said, before considering for a second, then continuing. "I don't know why she would try to have me pat my head every time I coughed, though.
Flitwick blinked, and her smile fell, for a second, before coming back, a bit more strained than before she responded.
"Oh." She paused, looking at Redrum. "Why would she try that?" It sounded more disappointed than anything. It also answered a question. Flitwick was likely, at least to a degree, in on whatever was going on here.
It was at that moment that Redrum, in a much less graceful manner, gasped awake.
"Augh." Was the first sound she let out, a mix of a moan, as the red-headed goblin jerked forward in her chair, mouth open wide, lips forming an 'O' as if she were sucking something. She looked around, a hand coming up to rub her throat as she processed where she was.
"Ah." She began, voice slightly hoarse. She blushed, looking at Flitwick, before going back to you.
You grinned at her.
"I think I managed to resist it! I felt your intrusion, and things just went black!" You said, playing dumb with a smile. "What happened to you?" You tilted your head.
Flitwick gave Redrum a stare of her own, her smile slipping as she glared.
"Yes, Redrum, what did happen?"
The redhead blinked confusedly, looking from you to your professor, not seeming to grasp anything about the situation.
"Well. That is to say. Uh…" She swallowed, staring at you again. You leaned forward, coincidentally spreading your legs, revealing the bulge visible in your pants. Innocently, of course.
"Same…" she finally said dryly, looking away.
"Anyways, the next try!" She changed the topic, looking back towards you. Her smile wasn't quite as confident this time. "Are you ready, Herman?"
"Ye-" You didn't even get to finish your sentence before you felt the surge of magic.
Trying to catch you off guard, was she?
You stopped the attempt easily, examining the newest suggestion.
"Greet Goblins by Groping Them."
…
Yeah, ok if she wanted to play this game again, you weren't going to feel bad. Some people needed repeated exposure to learn properly.
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This time, you were feeling like theming it a bit closer to home.
Specifically, you did know about Goblins.
This piece of information didn't actually come from one of the books that you'd been given, nor from any of the goblins you knew.
No, in fact, this information came from your history of magic professor, Binns.
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The ghost woman was… passionate about her beliefs on Goblins. Most of them had seemed outdated at the time, but the more she talked, the more accurate they seemed to become.
Honestly, it was a bit sad. You'd dismissed her words as cultural racism, but as more and more of her claims got proven true, you became less and less sure of your friendships with the Goblins.
Could it really be that Griphook was only interested in your dick….
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Ok, so maybe that was definitely accurate. You'd come to terms with it later.
Much later.
Still, you took some inspiration from one particular factoid of that lesson.
Goblins, during negotiations, will trade anything and everything.
Money, Physical Items, Favors, Actions, and even more abstract items were all things a goblin would use in a business deal.
Drawing on that and your own imagination, you painted… a scene.
The world slowly came into focus, first an office, then chairs, and eventually noises. You added in the sound of people, both human and goblin, moving around.
You were in a conference room. A large table in the center, a presentation board. Glass windows covered by heavy shades and a closed door.
The room was dark, with the shades closed, but even through that you could see the papers on the table.
And a familiar sight.
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Redrum, standing before you as before. This time she seemed more embarrassed than confused.
"Dammit." She muttered, looking around. "Why does this keep happening. A subconscious response, maybe?" She didn't seem to acknowledge your presence for a moment, too busy studying the room.
She did, however, freeze when a familiar weight and warmth touched against the soft flesh of her breasts.
"Oh." She intoned lowly.
"Well. Are you going to start?" You asked, putting on a stern countenance.
She looked up.
"I mean… I'm not complaining." She said, mostly to herself, with a small smirk on her face. She reached forward, grabbing your length before bringing it up. She leaned in, her lips nearly touching the tips, when you interrupted.
"What are you doing?"
She froze. Looking from your cock, up to you, and back to your cock again.
"Uh. Sucking your dick?"
You frowned.
"That wasn't in the contract." You said sternly.
"What?"
You gestured to the paper.
"In exchange for you putting the deal through, I agreed to let you give me a tit-fuck. Not suck my dick." You tried to look offended. "That would cost you much more."
Redrum was silent for a moment.
And then.
"What?"
You sighed, picking up the paper on the table. You waved it at her.
"Contract. Signed it. Deal. Do you not understand? I thought Goblins were good at this sort of thing."
Maybe you were playing up the part too much, but it was fun, so… eh.
Redrum reached up, grabbed the contract, and pulled it in. It was at the moment you realized that goblins were good at this sort of thing. If there were any holes in the contract or errors that proved that you were aware of this, she'd find them.
Unfortunately for the red-haired goblin, you had thought ahead. As she read through the contract, she frowned more and more deeply.
After all, everything she was reading was being pulled from her own mind about what she'd expect an ironclad contract to be.
She put the paper down, sighing. She looked defeated.
"Fine." She looked down, grimacing. "This is a new shirt."
You shrugged. "Not my problem."
She seemed to ignore you, in favor of reangling your cock to a more downward trajectory. At her full height, was just tall enough for her rack to be at the height of your dick. Which made it relatively simple for her to aim, and then…
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You sighed, unable to help yourself as warm Gob-Flesh surrounded your length. The two of you stood there for a moment before you got impatient.
"Well, get on with it." You said.
She brought her hands up, squeezing her breasts around your shaft, before starting to work them, massaging your dick.
It felt good, although not as dynamic as the fellatio. Eventually, though, you couldn't help it anymore, and-
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She smirked at you.
"That it?"
You sighed.
It appeared she needed another lesson.
2 Hours Later
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Waking up this time was more immediate and less interesting than the first. You came into awareness, sitting up.
There was one difference that you noticed immediately, though.
Your pants, which had been painfully tight last time because you'd had the magical equivalent of a hyperrealistic wet dream, weren't so tight.
There was the same pleasure as last time, more so, honestly. But you weren't at full mast.
For a moment, you worried that you'd cum in your pants…. But with a bit of subtle shifting, under Flitwick's watchful gaze, you were able to tell with relative certainty that you hadn't.
The only way you could possibly have been more sure was if you took off your pants and checked, which you were certainly not doing in front of your professor.
The only thing different was that you realized your fly was down. Which was odd. You were normally relatively quick about noticing that sort of thing.
As… perverse as you were starting to suspect her intentions were, you weren't just going to pull your pants down and get naked in front of her. You didn't think she'd appreciate you being so… forward.
Still, you shifted from side to side in the seat. There was a very pleasant afterglow. More so than the first time.
You wondered why that was.
Flitwick, seeing you were awake, chose that moment to speak up.
"How about this time, Herman?" She asked, smiling with hooded eyes.
You squinted at her face, even as she idly licked her lips. There was something… off about her.
But you couldn't quite place what.
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You stared for a moment longer, trying to figure it out, before giving up. For now. You'd figure it out later.
Instead, you focused on her question.
"Good, I think." You figured you'd keep up the lie. "I can't quite recall what she was trying to do, but I think I countered it completely!" You said brightly.
A familiar darkening of her expression, although it didn't feel like it was directed towards you. Instead, Flitwick's smile flickered as she glanced towards Redrum.
Who chose that moment, specifically, to wake up? This awakening was even less graceful than the first. Instead of jolting awake, the martial goblin shifted a bit, groaning, before, with a slowness akin to watching a great stack of something tipping over, she fell from her chair.
She woke up quickly from there, though, yelping as she hit the ground. Jolting to her feet, you got to watch the goblin patting herself down frantically, as if checking for something.
You politely turned away as her hands lingered just a bit too long on her breasts. Something which Flitwick seemed to catch.
The redhead turned to you with a frown.
"You!" She said, more intense than you'd expected.
You blinked placidly.
"Me?"
Redrum huffed, seemingly about to say something, before deciding better of it, and lowering her finger.
As she did, Flitwick chose that moment to speak up.
"Maybe I should take over our last one." Your professor offered, voice sweet as she spoke to her fellow Goblin. "You seem to be having trouble performing."
A silent conversation seemed to occur as the two stared at each other, Flitwick with a stiff smile, Redrum with a thunderous frown. Redrum turned away first, growling.
"I can deal with this myself, Freya. I don't suspect a halfbreed like you is capable of doing much better."
Freya's smile didn't move, but it did sharpen significantly. Redrum turned towards you, ignoring her.
"Sit down in the chair." She growled. "One more time."
You obeyed, making yourself comfortable.
You were just thinking about what you wanted to do next when you were caught off guard by the magic slamming against your mind.
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This time, you weren't ready for when the magic hit, which meant that you were, relatively quickly, dragged into the mindscape under her control.
It wasn't a fun feeling, and you were internally berating yourself for letting your guard down after she'd already tried something like this.
Actually… you were internally berating yourself, while inside your own mind…
Weird.
Still, you braced yourself, trying to figure out where you were.
And trying to catch whatever compulsion the Goblin woman was trying to implant this time.
You spent what felt like an hour or two looking, but unfortunately, it felt like your mind was… bouncing, for lack of a better word, as you tried to navigate it. It made focusing hard, and you felt like you were wandering through fog.
You eventually found something, but it felt-
YOU HAVE THE INTENSE URGE TO MAKE CHILDREN WITH GOBLINS
It felt like-
YOU HAVE THE INTENSE URGE TO MAKE CHILDREN WITH GOBLINS
You rubbed your head.
That hurt.
You looked around again, but couldn't see anything.
Weird.
You couldn't even recall what you were looking for.
With one last nervous look, you decided to move on.
You could still feel Redrum's presence; drawing her into one more scenario would be enough.
This time, though, you were feeling a bit vindictive.
You pulled the vision together, this time using the castle itself as your inspiration.
You made the Ravenclaw Dorm room. It was easy, with how much time you spent there. Your favorite chair. The bookshelves. Every inch was rendered. You wondered if video games would ever be able to get this level of detail.
It would need four times the detail of current graphics. You snorted, maybe in seventy-six years.
Your bed and Harry's formed quickly enough, and moments later, Redrum walked in.
You grinned.
The outfit had been something you saw in one of the raunchy magazines your father had given you when you came of that age. He'd made you promise not to tell your mother.
The pictures in it were… enlightening; the goblin woman's current outfit was inspired by one such image.
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"Master. You called." Redrum froze, as if not realizing her own words. "What?"
You nodded imperiously, gesturing lazily to the bed.
"My bed, make it. I have a test tomorrow, and I can't afford to stop studying now." Maybe you were taking some creative liberties for the sake of the story, but that was fine. So what if you'd already memorized this book, and so what if you made your bed every morning?
Sometimes you needed to adjust some things for the sake of the plot. This was one such case.
Redrum bit her lip, looking back and forth between you at your desk and the bed. You wondered whether she was going to complain again.
Instead, she just fidgeted, tugging at the Maid-themed bikini bottom.
"…Yes, sir." She said, eventually, before stepping up to your bed. With clumsy hands, she began trying to arrange the sheets and blankets. Only, it was very clear the martial creature had never done such a task before in her life. At least not for a human.
Instead of putting the sheets and blankets flat, the Goblin gathered them all up, before moving near the headboard, and making a small circle with them, tucking them just right so that the raised edges stayed.
A nest, you realized.
Interesting, you would have to write that down later, but it wasn't what you asked for, which meant you had an excuse.
As she was working on the blankets, you stood from your desk, stretching, before sneaking up behind her as she worked.
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It was… quite the sight. Despite being noticeably more fit than the other Goblins you saw, this didn't stop Redrum from having quite the rump on her, which moved semi-gelatinously as she wiggled to and fro, working at her 'nest'.
It was tempting, too tempting for you to resist. Not after all the build-up you'd been through, and not after she'd successfully gotten something-
Mostly because you desperately wanted to breed that goblin ass.
You blinked before shrugging.
It was true, the thought of fucking Redrum here, cumming deep inside. It was appealing. The thought that she may somehow become pregnant from a dream was even hotter.
And if she didn't, you could always fuck her in the real world as well. She wouldn't say no.
Taking a step forward, you placed a hand on the fat, green-skinned hip, holding her in place. You spoke then, in a low growl.
"You think it's alright. To tease me like this?" She didn't speak, and you brought your other hand around, delivering a quick, sharp smack to one of her cheeks before grabbing hold. She squeaked.
"Wiggling your Goblin ass like this. You must be desperate for me to do this. Is this what you wanted?" She didn't respond, so you gave another smack. "Was it?!"
She responded, finally.
"Y-Yes!" She said, voice higher-pitched than you remembered. "This is what I wanted the entire time. I-I've been wiggling my fat Goblin ass in front of you on purpose, hoping you'd get frustrated and take it out on me." She vibrated in your grip. "Please, sir, correct me."
Her voice dropped the sweet tone it was carrying in favor of a much more intense, deeper sound, as she finished the sentence. She pressed her ass back against your hands.
"Pwease sir." You cringed at the 'Please'.
You didn't want to hear that ever again.
Still, she was asking for it.
Keeping with character, when you spoke again, you growled just the same.
"You little slut. You were doing it for one purpose." You practically tore the flimsy panties from her frame, tossing them away and leaving only her soaked green quim, vulnerable.
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You squeeze her ass, enjoying the moan she gave.
"Beg for it."
You didn't have to say it twice.
"Please, sir, Fuck me. I need it, hard sir. I c-can't stand it anymore. I'm just so fucking horny, and you're the only damn wizard that's willing to-eeeeeeee!"
The squeal she gave as you thrust in, sinking deep inside her, was high-pitched and incoherent. Any sense of articulation continued to be absent as you began thrusting inside the green slut, occasionally giving her ass a swat, or, if you were feeling adventurous, reaching forward and tugging at her hair, so that she could see her fucked stupid face in the mirror across the room.
It hadn't been there before, but it only took a minimal mental flex to manifest one when the goblin wasn't looking.
Tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed, and body limp, the Goblin enforcer and collector looked the picture of a broken slut. You thought it looked good on her.
You briefly didn't debate at all about pulling out. You were going to cum deep inside her. After all, she asked for this.
Speeding up your movement, you enjoyed the way her toned body flexed muscles most people weren't even aware of in order to squeeze your dick better. Just pulling out was a chore, with how firmly her needy quim grasped your length.
You were plowing her into the bed properly now, at one point, Redrum had grabbed onto one of your pillows, and was biting into it, eyes rolled back. Her sharp teeth had put holes in the thin fabric, and you didn't think she was going to let go anytime soon.
Eventually, though, your end had to come, even in a dream, and you didn't fight it as you began to release your seed deep inside the other girl, watering her womb directly.
Once you were sure, you'd deposited it all, you pulled out, watching with satisfaction as cum leaked out of her well used pussy.
Then, almost against your will, you found the world shaking, bouncing once more.
Each impact seemed to shatter some amount of clarity, and soon your constructed dorm room was falling apart.
And then, with one last boom, you woke up, eyes flying open only to see-
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Flitwick, who was crouched in your lap in a surprisingly perverted manner, bounced a few more times, bottoming out on your dick and punching at her womb each time, before she noticed your new status of wakefulness. Upon meeting your eyes, she froze.
"E-eh! Herman!" She chuckled nervously. Notably, the goblin did not climb off your length, but did pause in her bouncing, straddling your lap. "I… wasn't expecting you to wake up so soon."
You didn't know why she was nervous, though. All Goblins deserved your children.
Forming the Green Tide Malus Added: Herman will always seek to make children with all the goblins he sees. -10 when trying to resist such actions.