SMACK!
"A-ah~"
Aurora Sinistra's back arches and her eyes threaten to roll in her skull as the hand of her domineering lover comes down upon her shapely dark ass cheek. She moans wantonly as Harry Potter spanks her as is his right. He owns her after all, more now than he did before even.
She shouldn't have let things go on as they had, but in the end… what choice did she really have? She'd let him have his way with her multiple times since that first night, and she hadn't done much at all to fight him over it. Her token protests had fallen away ages ago, and these days she just pretended to suffer in silence… when in reality, they both knew she was absolutely enjoying everything he was doing to her.
As her toys buzz away inside of her at his direction, Harry turns his spanking of her ass into a deep-tissue molestation. As he grinds his fingers into her buttocks, Aurora mewls, only to have him grab her by her hair and pull her head back with his other hand.
"Aurora… it's time we talked about our future together."
That gets the beleaguered woman's attention. Their… their future together?
"What… a-ah, what do you have in mind… s-sir?"
Even as he's physically holding her in two places, Aurora feels like he's inside of her despite that not currently being the case. His cock, twitching and throbbing as it is while she strokes it off to the side, is nowhere near her pulsing, clenching pussy. And yet… and yet, it feels like he's slipped into every pore of her body. Every fiber of her being. And to tell the truth, she loves it.
"There's a ritual I want to perform with you."
Aurora's eyes snap open at that. A ritual? There were only so many rituals he could be talking about. To be fair, ritual magic had fallen out of favor among most of the British Wizarding World. Even her colleagues, Professor Vector and Professor Babbling, who taught Arithmancy and Ancient Runes respectively, didn't put much stock in ritual magic these days.
Sure, their disciplines could be used to do ritual magic, but they could also be used in other ways, like for instance, ward magic. The difference between ritual magic and magical wards was simple. Ritual magic tended to involve permanent connections and changes between people, while ward magic tended to secure places and things, protecting locations and the valuables within them.
The Ministry of Magic had long toyed with the idea of banning ritual magic and declaring it all dark magic, but that hadn't happened yet… and it might never happen, simply because the very concept of ritual magic had fallen out of fashion all on its own and didn't truly necessitate a ban anymore.
Why did Aurora know all of this? Simple, really… she was a pervert. A huge fucking pervert who had long been aroused by the debauched, depraved idea of what was possible with ritual magic. With the right magical ritual, you could quite literally enslave someone to you. You could do whatever you wanted to another person with the proper ritual. Hell, you could do whatever you wanted to yourself as well.
Self-ritual magic was exceedingly dangerous, of course… and part of why Aurora had never engaged in such a thing. But she'd thought about it. Studied it even, once upon a time. And she'd long fantasized about the idea, even if she'd never given in to her younger self's desires and had long given up on the idea.
Still, there was just something so arousing about the possibility of increasing her sensitivity. Of making herself perpetually more aroused. Of ruining herself and ultimately increasing the chances of her perverse nature being discovered by those around her, be they students, her fellow professors.
That all was to say… yes, she knew all about ritual magic. No, she had never even dared to use ritual magic on herself or seek out someone who would do it to her. It was too dangerous and Aurora had always known the difference between fantasy and reality. It was one thing to fantasize about selling yourself to some handsome wizard to be his ritually bound slave for the rest of your days. It was another entirely to actually go through with it.
… Rather, Aurora had THOUGHT she knew the difference between fantasy and reality. Because now here she was, experiencing a harsh dose of said reality with Harry groping her ass and holding her up by her hair, patiently waiting for her response as he plays with the magically enchanted toys she has littering her naked body.
A whimper leaves Aurora's lips as she finally musters up her voice to speak.
"You want… you want to perform a ritual on me?"
Her pussy clenches around nothing whatsoever, her ass stuffed with her glistening butt plug. Harry continues to manhandle her casually, still kneading her dark-skinned bubble butt as the voluptuous Astronomy Professor quivers in his grasp.
"Yes. I want to take our relationship to the next level. You're mine, aren't you? So why not… make it official?"
Aurora pants even more heavily than before at that. He was really talking about ritually enslaving her, wasn't he? He wanted to make her his sex slave in actuality. She would… she would become his property forever and ever. It's terrible how much the idea is turning her on. But she has to stay coherent. She has to be pragmatic here. Obviously, Harry doesn't know what he's talking about. He's still young. Even if he's found a proper ritual that won't blow up in their faces, he doesn't have all the facts.
"It would… it would be a bad idea, if you were to perform such a ritual on me, Mister Potter… the Headmaster and the Deputy Headmistress would likely be able to tell. Hogwarts' wards would catch such a thing i-immediately…"
There's a brief pause in which Harry digests her words and Aurora assumes that he will accept that it simply can't be done. But then he lets out a soft chuckle.
"That won't be a problem, once the ritual is done… it's undetectable. No one will be able to tell, Aurora."
S-So familiar… not even a 'Professor Sinistra' anymore. And also… he sounds so confident as well. So sure of himself. Letting out a shuddering gasp as he finally moves his hand from her ass to her pussy, sliding three fingers up into her gushing snatch, Aurora bites her lower lip.
"How… how can you be so sure, sir?"
As he pistons the digits in and out of her, Harry hums for a moment before answering her. And his answer… shocks her to her core.
"Because I've already performed the ritual once before with someone. And that someone is here at Hogwarts. No one has noticed. No one can tell. As I said… the ritual is undetectable."
That was… that was a lot. Just when she thought she was getting a handle on Harry Potter, he went and blew her approximation of him out of the water all over again. But… truly? She wasn't his only… his only conquest? No, more than that, Aurora wasn't even his first. She finds herself wondering who he performed the ritual on before her. Who could it be? Young Miss Granger, perhaps? She certainly hoped not but it wasn't like she was in a position to play the disapproving Professor.
Even still… even still, she definitely shouldn't just give in. She should fight this every step of the way. She should demand more information at the very least! She shouldn't just accept Harry's offer solely because he was making her deepest, darkest desires come true!
.............During Hogsmeade Weekend ...........
"Yes! Bind me! Make me your bitch! Make me your slave! Harder! Fuck me harder, Master!"
… Well, that was easy. Even Harry had to admit, despite knowing Aurora's true disposition from his future knowledge, that he hadn't expected her to cave THIS easily.
And yet, here they were, the very next Hogsmeade Weekend, with him plunging into Aurora Sinistra's cunt, fucking the naked, dark-skinned Astronomy Professor in the middle of a familiar glowing ritual circle. He'd already asked her all of the relevant questions. Was she ready, was she willing, was she eager? And she'd gone ahead and answered yes to all of them.
So now he was inside of her. Buried in her hungering twat, fucking her hard and fast at the proper pace for the ritual's magic to take hold, Harry finds himself shaking his head in mild bemusement at Aurora's attitude. He hadn't realized she would break for him quite so easily.
Then again, she clearly hadn't needed to. She'd had some knowledge of ritual magic ahead of time, given her initial disobedience. But once he'd reassured her that no one would be able to identify her new role as his magically bound sex slave, she had leapt into this with both feet, no questions asked. It was… honestly a little baffling.
Reaching up, he grabs one of Aurora's tits, giving it a good hard squeeze and rubbing his palm against her pierced nipple in a way that makes her squeal and gush even harder around his dick. Staring down at her as her eyes roll back in her head, Harry is forced to come to terms with a simple truth… Aurora Sinistra is an shameless slut.
She was all too easy to put under his thumb, and all too easy to bring into his power. She was succumbing to him with record speed.
As he plunges into her depths again and again, causing Aurora to moan and cry out in ecstasy, Harry grunts, feeling the ritual of empowerment and binding going to work. More and more of the runes beneath Aurora's flexing, writhing body are lighting up. And he can sense her magic. He can feel it within his reach… so he reaches out and grasps hold of it with brutal, domineering force.
He's not quite expecting Aurora to reach a truly mind-blowing orgasm as he does so. Clearly she can feel at least part of what he's doing, but rather than be scared or simply resigned, the submissive beauty is all for it. In fact, as he takes her magic and binds it to his own, using the power he gained from Lavender to speed up the process, Aurora's cries reach a new level of volume.
Harry tightly bound Aurora to himself, melding her magic with his own and claiming her power for himself. As he lets out a grunt and thrusts forward one final time, filling the Astronomy Professor with his seed and finalizing the ritual, he feels how happy she is, both from the delirious smile on her lips and the way her cunt walls spasm around his cumming cock in one last squirting orgasm.
Harry basks in the feeling of his strength growing now that he's bound the magic of two witches. His foundation is growing stronger as well .
For now though… Harry smiles and reaches up, brushing his knuckles across Aurora's cheek as she shudders and spasms in ecstasy beneath him. Her eyes flutter open, rolling forward in her head again and looking at him knowingly.
"Master…"
Harry smiles and shrugs.
"If you like. The ritual is complete. I don't own you directly Aurora… I just own your magic."
That gets a blink from the Astronomy Professor, even as he pulls out of her cunt and snaps his fingers. In an impressive display of wandless magic that uses quite a bit of borrowed power from Aurora herself, he transforms the room, turning it from a ritual chamber into a bedroom in an instant. Gone is the ritual circle and floor beneath them, and in its place is a bed that the dark-skinned witch finds herself laying back on as she stares at him in confusion.
"My… magic. All you wanted was… my magic?"
Shaking his head with a chuckle, Harry leans forward again, sliding back into place on top of her. Pinching one of her star-like piercings between his fingers, he gives both it and the nipple its attached to a harsh tug, making her yelp and gasp from the pain and pleasure.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're mine as well. But I'm not going to dominate your soul or mind. That was never the purpose of the ritual. Your Free Will is still your own, Aurora. You still have the ability to choose. If you wanted to rat me out, you could.
Aurora looks… conflicted. She bites her lower lip, only to moan when he tweaks her nipple again. Recognizing a certain… need in her, Harry rolls his eyes and decides to go a step further. Reaching up with his free hand, he taps a finger upon the hollow of her throat, a spark of magic alighting upon her flesh as she gasps and arches her back.
White runes of power blaze to life around her neck, hovering in the air mere millimeters from her flesh for a moment before constricting. Aurora chokes for a brief second before they relax their hold… but they still remain, a magical collar around her throat. Harry conjures up a floating mirror in the air next to his head so Aurora can see what he's adorned her with for a moment before letting them fade from view.
"There. A collar marking you as my property. Try and speak against me, and it will stop you. Is that better? Are you happy now that I've properly made you my slave and acknowledged that I am your Master."
Blushing profusely, the dark-skinned witch hesitates for only a moment before nodding her head enthusiastically. Snorting in amusement, Harry decides to plunge his cock back into her, fucking her on the bed as she moans throatily. He might as well make use of his fuck toy. After all, they still had plenty of time left before the Hogsmeade Weekend was over.