Growth Spurt

"W-W-Wait!" Rita said. "You can't do this to me?"

"Do what?" Harry asked.

He moved his wand and a set of ropes squeezed tighter. Rather than make an uncomfortable noise, Rita moaned.

She was still totally naked, because sneaking in with her Animagus form meant leaving her clothes behind somewhere. The chords Harry conjured dug into Rita's body, leaving red chaff marks that seemed to excite her more. They'd dumped the sneaky reporter on the couch.

"Do you think you'll get away with this?" Rita demanded. "This is kidnapping?"

"I think we'll be okay," Harry said. "You're a reporter. Tell me what you think this place is?"

"It's obviously your room!" Rita said haughtily.

"That's right. This is my room… the one that the Minister gave me," Harry said. "He picked it specifically so that it would have the most security possible. He takes keeping me safe very seriously. So what do you imagine he'd think of an illegal unregistered Animagus flying in, trespassing in my room?"

"You can't say I was trespassing," Rita said. "You need a conviction before you can level that kind of accusation!"

"Because you always waited for proof before writing articles, right?" Harry said.

He shook his head. The hypocrisy was honestly incredible, and even now Rita wasn't showing any sign of embarrassment.

"I demand that you let me go," said the reporter.

"Maybe later," Harry said. "I'm busy."

"What could you possibly be busy with? You're talking to me right now!" Rita said.

"We were in the middle of something when you interrupted," Harry said. "I plan to get back to it."

He grabbed Alicia who was standing nearby. Neither of them had gotten dressed again at all, even as they made sure Rita was bound. Alicia giggled as Harry scooped her up, grabbing her bum and starting to thrust into her.

Wet slaps filled up the room. Alicia's giggles quickly became moans, which became groans. Harry fucked her just as hard as earlier, eventually spinning her so that her back was to his chest. The reason was simple. When he fucked Alicia this way, Rita could see her expression, and soon the reporter couldn't look away.

Harry couldn't actually see Alicia's face, but obviously he knew that Rita could. Slowly, Rita's outraged expression faded. She'd been so haughty even though they were the ones who caught HER committing a crime. But as she stared at Alicia, Rita gradually started looking intrigued. She chewed on her lip, frowning. When they tied her up, Alicia insisted on looping part of the rope between Rita's legs, so that it was grinding on the reporter's pussy. Now, as she watched Alicia, Rita started to rub her crotch on the couch, so that this rope would grind deeper into her pussy.

"You can't tempt me," Rita said. "I won't break no matter what you try."

However, her hips were moving faster than they had been, grinding harder.

Harry moved forward so that he was fucking Alicia right in Rita's face. They got close enough that Rita couldn't ignore any part of it, from Alicia's satisfied expression to the loud noises she was making. Even louder were the noises from their bodies, though. Harry was clapping his crotch against Alicia's with enough force to wake up a sleeping troll with the noise.

"Don't lie to us," he said.

"I'm Rita Skeeter!" said Rita. "An honest reporter! Have I ever lied a day in my life? No!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh. He had to give her credit, Rita really was bold in her lies. It was how she got as far as she had in life.

But he had her in a tight spot now (literally). From here, he could break her. He was certain.

He positioned Alicia so that her head was right in front of Rita. Rita had no choice but to hear everything and even feel Alicia's breath on her cheek. This only became more noticeable when Alicia orgasmed again. She grew even louder, and Rita thrashed against her restraints as she tried to pleasure her pussy. No matter how duplicitous her voice might be, her body was much more honest.

Harry let go of Alicia, twisting her around and shoving his dick in her mouth. He came in his secretary's throat, which was becoming a habit (one he was sure he'd be doing a ton more of in the coming months).

When he was finally done, he pulled his dick out, ignoring how it was trailing strands of Alicia's saliva. Rita was writing back and forth on the couch, doing anything she could to make her pussy feel good. Harry watched… Waited… Observed… Then grabbed her.

His hands landed on Rita's pussy, sliding under the rope there. Rita screamed as his fingers suddenly entered her.

"Does that feel better?" Harry asked mildly.

For once, the reporter didn't have an answer. She moaned louder than Alicia had been, arching her back off of the couch. Harry smirked.

He pushed his fit young fingers against her g spot. They dug into Rita, driving the reporter crazy. Soon, she was wet. After that, she became sopping. Rita screamed as she was about to orgasm.

Harry pulled his fingers out right at the best part.

The pleasure took a while to fade, but Rita could feel that it stopped.

"How dare you lay your hands on me?" she asked.

"That's not what you really want to say, is it?" Harry said.

Rita hesitated.

"Go on," Harry said, "say it."

"Why'd you stop?" Rita complained.

Her voice changed as she said it. She usually talked in a slightly nasally, overly sweet voice. It was a little bit like the one that Dolores Umbridge always used. While Rita wasn't as obnoxious as that toad, she still wasn't usually pleasant to listen to… but Harry didn't get that impression this time. Even though Rita was effectively whining, her voice sounded like that of a normal woman.

"So that's how you sound when you aren't acting as the world's worst reporter," Harry said.

"My stories sell very well!" Rita said.

"But you lie to make them," Harry said. "That means you failed at what being a reporter means. You aren't even a reporter at this point, just a villain."

He dug his fingers back into Rita. She was still wet, and her body reacted quickly, but the orgasm she'd been so close to didn't immediately arrive.

Harry repeated the fierce fingering that he'd given her. Rita was soon moaning exactly like she had been. Soon, that orgasm was imminent again. Harry pulled his fingers away the same way.

"You're a demon," Rita wailed.

Alicia had recovered from her last bout with Harry. She had crawled over, and was laughing at the reporter's predicament. She leaned over, biting Rita's breasts which the ropes had carefully avoided.

"From what Alicia has said, being an unregistered Animagus is a serious offense," Harry said. "It can get you time in Azkaban. Combine that with all the stories you've written using information you got by spying on private settings, and the fact that you snuck into my room like this, I think you could make a trip to the island and never come back."

"You can't prove anything," Rita said. "I have very good lawyers."

"It's wartime," Harry said. "Lawyers only matter if you get a trial. Things like that can be forgotten during war. Happened to my godfather this one time."

"What do you want?" Rita asked.

She was still talking like a normal person. A light tremor had entered her voice. She was trying to act like Harry wasn't getting to her, but he clearly was.

Instead of answering, Harry fingered her again. With Alicia's help biting Rita's chest, Rita was on the verge of cumming faster than she had been either of the first two times. Harry played a bit risky now. He pushed her further, so that if he went on fingering her for a millisecond longer, she'd cum for sure. And only then did he pull his fingers out of her.

Rita snapped.

"I don't want to go to Azkaban," the reporter begged. "I'll never write about you again! I won't mention your friends, either! Just let me go and don't give up my secret! Please!"

"I'm glad you're bargaining, but I don't care about any of that," Harry said. "Never write about me again? I WANT you to write about me."

"What?" Rita asked.

Under different circumstances, her politically savvy mind could've inferred what Harry was getting at, but she was too out of it right now to manage that, so Harry explained.

"I want you to write about me as often as you can," Harry said. "But you're going to do it the right way. There's a war on, Rita. The wizarding world can't afford to have you running around writing just based on what will sell. You're going to work with me to paint me and the Ministry establishment in the best way possible."

"You're telling me to be your slave!" Rita exclaimed.

"I'm telling you to be a reporter," Harry said. "The only thing you should be a slave to is the truth… Unless, you know, you have to embellish something for our benefit."

He winked. Rita was looking at him strangely.

"Unless that doesn't satisfy you," Harry said. "Maybe you WANTED to be my slave. Were you hoping I'd claim your body for myself?"

Rita looked away.

Harry chuckled. He reached out to her crotch, but instead of sliding his fingers into her pussy he grabbed the ropes running over her crotch.

"How about this, then?" he said. "You'll be my personal reporter outside of the Ministry. And when you step onto these premises, then you become my slave. Along with everything that entails."

Alicia had gotten bored biting Rita's chest and sat up. Now, she laid her head on Rita's chest.

"Her heart is beating like crazy," Alicia said. "She's really excited."

Harry held the rope over Rita's pussy in his fist. "What's your answer, Rita?"

Rita looked back at him slowly.

"What do you think… Master?" she said.

Harry felt a serious thrill. Rita had been a bitch to him in the past, but she was a hot bitch, which was definitely the best kind. The idea of having broken her made his dick painfully hard. For Rita, meanwhile, the idea of being a sexual toy to a hot man half her age was reawakening youthful desires. Satisfied with her answer, Harry yanked the rope to the side.

Rita's pussy was revealed. She clearly trimmed the blond hair over it regularly, but there was still a layer above her pussy lips. There was also a large amount of arousal on her skin. Harry's fingering sessions had some serious effects. Rita perked up as she waited for his fingers to dive into her again, this time pleasuring her all the way to completion.

Instead, it was Harry's almost monstrously big penis that was shoved inside of her.

"Big, isn't it?" Alicia asked eagerly as she watched Rita moan and scream.

The way the ropes had been tied around Rita had taken a little bit of effort. Harry was pretty sure Alicia must have had some experience at some kinky after-dark clubs to know how to tie someone up this way.

Rita's arms were trapped behind her back, but the ropes had gone around her breasts so that they would poke through and be visible. A single vertical rope ran down Rita's stomach to her crotch, where it had been laid across her pussy, but Harry shunted it to the side to make room for his dick. Growling, Harry grabbed this rope where it was rubbing on Rita's tummy.

He showed off his strength as he yanked her into the air using this rope. Rita was held up at a 45 degree angle to Harry's body. His hips thrusted slightly, but most of the motion came from his arms, which were lifting Rita's whole body and repeatedly slapping her down into him.

"I could write a whole expose about this!" Rita moaned loudly. "The headlines are coming to me now! The Boy Who Fucks! A Steamy Night with Britains Hero! How I Came a Dozen Times with Harry Potter!"

For once, Rita wasn't being sensationalistic. She was well on her way to a dozen orgasms as she squirted relentlessly on Harry's penis. Her tits were bouncing as well as Harry made her whole body move. Alicia was just enjoying the sight to the left of him, waiting for her turn to start again.

"Oh Merlin!" Rita wailed. "If I knew you could fuck like this, I would've spent the last few years getting on your good side! It's so— I'm cumming!"

The orgasms she'd been denied had seemingly stacked up, leading to perhaps the most explosive chain of them Harry had ever seen from any girl or woman. Just like Sinistra, he found himself loving the way older women took his dick. It was like they knew how good a youthful fuck could be, and they didn't take one for granted.

Harry gave Rita a last great heave. She rose to the very tip of his cock, and even popped off of him for a second. When gravity reasserted its hold, Harry slammed her down with its help, driving himself into her pussy.

Rita landed against him with a deafening clap. She came again, and this time Harry joined her. He poured his cum out in her pussy, trusting a savvy adult woman like Rita to be on potion.

His orgasm came out just as fiercely Rita's had. Cum poured into her and all over her insides. Rita's juices mixed with his cum like a cocktail in her pussy, and her wide smile showed that she had no regrets about signing away her future to a man like Harry.

"Read all about it…" she moaned dreamily, before falling back off of Harry's dick.

Harry knew he wasn't going to regret adding this piece to his side of the board.

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