PATREON EXCLUSIVE: Spare Change

Summary: Bathsheda Babbling loved her position as Hogwarts' resident Runes Mistress. Really- it was her dream job. Unfortunately, just because she loved it did not mean she loved the pay as well… Tight on cash, the young Professor is forced to look for a side hustle to keep herself afloat during the summers. Too bad the only place hiring was one of the more...risque nightclubs along Diagon's adult-only district.

Oh well, waitressing in a bikini wasn't all that bad, and her head-turning figure practically ensured she'd receive plenty of generous tips. As long as none of her students saw her, she'd be golden!... Right?

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Spare Change

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“Oi, another round darlin’!” 

Bathsheda glanced over in the direction the drunken voice came from with her signature sultry smile. “You got it, love!” With a wink she turned on her heel, holding her drink tray aloft while walking away with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Wolf whistles and cat calls followed wherever she went. Clad in nothing but a witch’s hat and green bedazzled bikini, every patron within the bustling club received a nearly unobstructed view of her wide round bum. 

“Table four needs another round of Giggle Pig shots and the couple dry humping over at table nine want to tab out Chels.”

The blonde witch behind the bar nodded without a word and set to work, her hands moving at a blazing speed as she mixed and poured a multitude of drinks. Every shake of a tumbler or stir of a drink whisk only served to draw Bathsheda’s eyes down to her topless chest. The only thing protecting the petite witch’s virtue were two teeny nipple pasties in the shape of hearts covering her cherry pink nubs. As the blonde bent over to grab a bottle of mixer, ‘Sheda took a not-so-subtle glance at the sexy little nymph’s rear, a small smirk forming on her lips as the sinfully small thong affixed to the girl’s bottom stretched tight, displaying the matching heart-shaped buttplug nestled firmly between her cheeks.

“My eyes are up here Babs’!” The blonde minx giggled as she stood back up.

“And yet the rest of you is just so much more interesting Chelsey!” ‘Sheda quipped back. “I like the matching set, are they new?”

Chelsey nodded happily as she quickly stacked the round of bright pink shots atop her drink tray. “Picked them up from Madame Dominque’s this morning. You like?” She said, squeezing her petite breasts together with a shake.

“Like?! I’m in love babe!” She exclaimed. “It’s a shame I’m working a double tonight or else I’d be quite tempted to charm you into my bed again.” She smirked, leaning over the counter to give the younger witch an eyeful of Bathsheda’s own generous cleavage. 

The giggly blonde chuckled and pushed her tray back towards Bathsheda with a wink. “Well there’s always tomorrow Babs. Now go out there and shake that fine arse! Those tips aren’t going to make themselves!”

Bathsheda laughed and quickly collected her tray, bidding the young bartender goodbye as she set back out into the lively nightclub. 

All around her patrons milled about, drinking, laughing, and dancing the night away as other waitresses like her, dressed in all manner of the sluttiest. Skimpiest outfits you’ve ever seen walked around passing out drinks and collecting tips.

Once and twice along her way, she could feel a hand or two sneak out from the crowd to give her arse a pinch or smack. When it happened, Bathesheda would only smile or wink back at the offender, pausing every once and a while to let them cop a more generous feel if they flashed a handful of coins her way. 

Camelot’s Dungeon was a stark difference from Hogwarts that much is for sure. The crowded nightclub was a hot spot for many of Magical Britain’s young witches and wizards to come and let loose. From tasty drinks, to loud thumping music and plenty of eye candy in the form of the waitstaff and hired dancers on the main stage made it one of the most popular establishments along Diagon Alley’s red-light district. Bathsheda herself used to come here all the time as a customer, having enjoyed one or two drunken nights of debauchery when she was an overworked apprentice studying for her Ancient Runes mastery.

How did she, a professor of one of the most prestigious and well-known magical institutions in the world, find herself as an employee of such a place you ask? Well, it has a lot to do with one simple concept: Money.

As a professor at Hogwarts, her salary is by no means a pittance. In fact, as a 27-year-old witch, she was doing quite well for herself all things considered. The only issue was that she was knee-deep in one of the biggest research projects of her career! Hogwarts, as an educational institution, gave her a stipend every year to spend on tools and materials needed for her class. Runestones, catalytic components, conduit crystals, the works. The only problem was that she could ONLY spend it on items needed for her class- meaning any materials needed for, quote, ‘personal projects’ were to come out of her own pocket. It just so happened her current research required some fairly…top-shelf ingredients so to speak. Needless to say, in just one year of research, she blew through all her savings and dug herself a pretty steep hole of debt with Gringotts.

That’s what brought her here. With loan payments to make and her research so very close to being completed, Bathsheda Babbling had no choice but to get herself a summer job. Not just any summer job, but one that would pay better than a Malfoy at a hair-care shop. Unsurprisingly, there weren’t many of those in Magical Britain. Most places looking for temp summer workers paid very little, and those that did pay somewhat well she wasn’t qualified for. Bathsheda was a smart witch mind you, but unfortunately, smarts don’t qualify you for a Healer license or Mage Law mastery. 

But Bathesda Babbling didn’t have JUST smarts.

As a young witch who took very good care of her body, the Runes Matron of Hogwarts was an absolute knockout. With rich brown wavy hair that was accentuated by her tanned copper skin was certainly a stark contrast to most of the pale-skinned wizarding population. Add that to her toned figure and lavishing curves…well, needless to say, there was a reason she was considered the ‘Queen of Wet Dreams’ back at Hogwarts.

All it took was a friend mentioning Camelot’s Dungeon was hiring and a quick meeting with the owner and she was in. Before the first week of summer had ended Bathsheda was spending her nights clad in bikinis and lingerie, serving drinks to a plethora of horny patrons whose hands did a lot of wandering.

Was it the most dignifying work? Absolutely not. But Morgana’s tits did it pay well!

Besides, as part of her employment contract, she made sure to include a clause allowing her to wear a glamour during her shifts. So even if she had to sacrifice her dignity, it wasn’t like anyone would know. Nope, they’d instead see the auburn-haired ‘Barbara Bavich’ giggling along as the umpteenth stranger of night groped her arse and flashed them a quick peek of her tits (if they paid of course).

That was another reason she loved working here. Camelot’s wasn’t just some run-of-the-mill nightclub where horny couples come to grind it out on the dance floor. It was, by and large, Magical Britain's most famous sex club. Here you could catch all manner of sexual entertainment: burlesque shows, strip teases, lap dances, you name it! If it involved tits and liquor you could find it here. There was a certain…freedom to it that one just couldn’t find anywhere else. A freedom that she found exhilarating after spending all year minding her actions around her students.

Part of Camelot’s allure too was that technically nothing and no one was off limits. If you had the coin you could practically do anything you wanted, provided of course whichever member of staff you were asking agreed.

Since she started, Bathsheda has made a killing. Tips alone for her looks ensured that her loan from Gringotts was paid off in the first month. Add that to her rate of 10 Galleons for a two-second grope, 50G to flash her tits, and 200G for a private strip show, and she’s practically ensured her research budget for the next year! That’s not even adding in the random offers she’s gotten here and there. Just last week a bloke offered her 1000 galleons for a pair of her used knickers. Another spent 750G for a picture of her feet the day before that. And the week before THAT she earned another 5000G by allowing some other bloke to jerk off in front of her. 

All in all she’s earned quite the hefty sum, and she hasn’t even had to sleep with anyone!

Not that others haven’t tried, mind you. Over the last month, a plethora of eager customers have offered her mindnumbing amounts of gold just for one night with her but none were enough to fully entice her into taking the plunge. There had been a few tempting offers, of course. One handsome couple had been ready to transfer over 50,000G for a kinky threesome. Bathsheda had been hard-pressed to deny them, especially because they were both quite fit, but in the end, she still had some level of pride and refused. No, if someone out there wanted into her knickers, then she sure as hell was going to wring every single sickle and knut she could out of them.

“Alright my loves!” She announced, setting her tray down on the table. “A round of Giggle Pig shots for you all. Can I get you anything else darlings?”

“How bout your Floo address honey!” A slightly drunken wizard slurred with a lustful tint to his eyes. 

Bathsheda giggled and leaned forward, making sure to use her arms to emphasize her bust as she did so. Hey, she was trying to get more tips, sue her!

It had the intended effect, drawing every eye at the table directly to her large jiggly mammaries. “I don’t know about my Floo address, but I could always give you a small peek. For the right price of course hot stuff~” She sent the entranced man a wink for good measure, practically watching in real time as his resolve broke and he quickly fished out a large handful of gold coins. The others around the table pitched in hurriedly as well, soon enough tossing over a bundle of 50 Galleons towards her.

‘Sheda smiled and quickly caught the bag, stowing it easily in her cleavage where it was magically deposited into the secure lockbox nestled within her locker backstage.

“Mmm~ I can never deny a man with a big…’wallet’” She added suggestively with a wiggle of her brow, quickly raising her hands up and pulling her bikini tops down with a single swift move. Instantly her large jutting tits spilled free. Thanks to the potion she took before her shift her nipples were crinkled and hardened as well, giving off the appearance that she was intensely aroused by the gentlemen around her (an obvious lie, but hey if it got her more tips…). All around her wolf-whistles and naughty jeers emanated from the surrounding patrons. The men in front of her said nothing though, faces full of awe as they took in the sight of her glorious breasts. Before she could react, the one closest to her leaned forward, reaching his hand out to touch one of her fleshy globes. Thankfully, the runes professor was quicker than that, swiftly stepping back and covering her breasts once more with a click of her tongue.

“Ah ah!” She chided. “Sorry handsome, but touching is extra.”

The wizard in question blushed at being caught and quickly slumped back. Around him, his friends booed and cursed his way for ending their small show and wasting their coin. Before they could turn their attention back on her though, Bathsheda quickly retreated, heading back into the crowd to check on her other tables.

Another hour of her shift came and went. During which, she served plenty of booze, earned a nice little pile of tips, and even let one guest motorboat her tits for 500 Galleons. All in all, it was looking to be a very profitable night for her. At least until the owner approached her.

“Barbara my sexy little minx ‘ow are you?!” A tall blonde witch asked as she approached. The woman was clad in an eye-catching velvet red dress, with an authentic mink coat wrapped around her curvaceous frame and jewellery that was worth more than ‘Sheda’s entire house adorning her hands and wrists. As a very successful entrepreneur, Fleur Delacour was the picture of wealth and beauty.

Bathsheda smiled at the woman, quickly placing her tray on the bar and allowing herself to be swept up in a tight hug. She paid no mind to the way the blonde witch’s hands wandered down her frame. As the owner of Camelot’s Dungeon and a quarter veela, Fleur was herself a lecher, utilizing more than a few of her staff’s services from time to time. ‘Sheda didn’t mind though. She always got a very generous bonus whenever the younger witch copped a feel from time to time.

“Fleur! It’s good to see you! What’s brought you down here? Wanting another one of my ‘massages’ hmm?” She asked with a smirk. A few days before she’d been tasked by Fleur to give the younger woman a deep tissue full body oil massage in her private VIP longue. The massage, of course, was really just an excuse to get ‘Sheda to fondle the veela’s breasts and arse before using her fingers to bring her boss to a very pleasing orgasm. That little session garnered her enough coin to buy a whole new wardrobe. Was it necessary for her research? Fuck no, but she had gold to burn at this point!

The older witch sighed, giving her arse a firm squeeze before pulling back. “Sadly, no ma amour.” The french witch declined. “But, I do need you for a very important task. One zat I will personally pay you a lot of coin to see through!”

“Oh?” Babbling asked. “And pray tell what is it I’ll have to do?”

Fleur smirked and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, or at least speak as quietly as she could with loud thumping music playing throughout the club. 

“I have a- ‘ow you say- VIP client in ze upstairs longue. I’d like you to go up and ‘serve’ zem so to speak.”

“When you say serve…” ‘Sheda began.

“I mean use zis sexy body of yours to please zem in every way you can zink of! Zey are a shy one so you will 'ave to do most of ze initiating oui?” Fleur explained. “Keep in mind zat nozing can be off limits. Your mouth, pussy, derrière- everyzing- if zey wish it, it is zeir’s. Of course, if you accept I will transfer 100,000 Galleons to your account right now, and another 50,000 once ze…’job’ is done.”

Bathsheda whistled low, the amount offered shocking her quite a bit. “That’s…quite a sum…” She replied in awe. “Must be one hell of a client up there.”

Fleur nodded and stood. “Zey are a good friend of mine.” She explained before pausing as if considering her next words carefully. “Zey have…been through quite a lot ze last few years and I simply wish to gift zem a nice evening for a change. So what do you say ma cherie? Will you ‘elp me give zem zat?”

‘Sheda thought about it for a moment. It was truly a…mouth-watering amount of money, over double what she’s made so far. With that kind of coin, her research would be guaranteed for the next decade at least! Hell, she could afford to start a whole new research project as well WITH a full team of apprentices! And all she had to do was…what? Fuck one of Fleur’s hot French friends? Oh the horror, she thought sarcastically. There couldn’t possibly be a downside to this!

With a smile, the runes professor gave her employer a nod. “Count me in!”

“Wondeful!” Fleur chirped. “I knew I could count on you! I will initiate ze first transfer now. Why don’t you go freshen up first and zen you can meet Harry in ze upstairs longue!”

Bathsheda could feel as the smile slowly slipped from her face at the blonde’s words. All the excitement from earlier froze in her chest, replaced by a curling fear.

“F-Fleur when you said Harry, you d-didn’t mean H-Harry Potter right?” She stammered.

“Of course! He is a very good friend of mine! Why?”

‘Sheda just shook her head and took a breath. It was fine, right? She was fine! It wasn’t as if she just agreed to bloody fuck one of her students!

…Oh merlin she just agreed to fuck one of her students. For some reason, part of her just couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

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It took some time for her to ‘freshen up’ as Fleur put it. In reality, she had spent nearly ten minutes in one of the dressing rooms hyperventilating as she realized just how badly she utterly fucked up.

Of course, out of everyone it had to be one of her students she agreed to whore herself out to! Not just a student either, the fucking Boy-Who-Lived, defeater of Voldemort and the one who almost single-handily ended the second wizarding war! Arguably the most famous teen wizard in the entire magical world!

There was literally no other individual who was a worse choice. If she got caught fucking Harry Poter, she wouldn’t just be fired from Hogwarts, but be banned from ever teaching at another magical school in the world! She’d become a laughingstock in her field! 

But then what could she do now? She already told Fleur she’d do it. The funds were already in her account for merlin’s sake! She couldn’t back out now! Fleur would surely fire her for going back on her word, and despite how much gold she’s made so far, she still desperately needed this job. Her research depended on it dammit!

It was with a heart of dread that Bathsheda resolved herself to see it through. It wouldn’t be all bad right? Sure she was breaking about a dozen or so rules in the teacher handbook and probably a law or two she didn’t know about, but it wasn’t like Harry would KNOW it was her. She’d have her glamour on! All she needed to do was get in there, maybe suck his cock for a bit- at most let him rut between her legs for a few minutes and then BAM! A hundred and fifty thousand galleons were hers!

She smirked to herself, quickly removing her old bikini for an even skimpier one that could barely even be considered clothing. Yeah, this could work! By the time the night ended her research funding would be set and Potter would be nonthewiser!

Giving herself one last look in the mirror her smirk grew even bigger. The strip of hot pink material covering her cunt was barely an inch thick, the ones covering her nipples even smaller, giving a decent view of her crinkled areolas. You couldn’t even see the rest of her bottoms when she turned around. The tiny string holding the swimsuit together was hidden between her voluptuous arsecheeks. Giving her hips a shake, Bathsheda giggled as her bubbly arse jiggled along with her movements. Oh yes, if this didn’t have Potter creaming his pants within seconds then nothing could.

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Bathsheda took one last breath, taking a moment to adjust her tits within the tight micro-bikini as she stood before the door to the VIP longue. Her arms laden with a tray of various mixed drinks, the runes professor plastered on her prettiest smile and pushed open the door.

Inside was a familiar sight. She’d been up here countless times with Fleur and other guests, both as a server and as a guest in her own right. The room was big, thick expensive cream carpet met her feet as she entered while the walls themselves were made of a gleaming white marble flecked with gold. The room itself was circular, with one end rimmed by a large bar, its glass shelves containing every type of alcohol and mixture imaginable. The walls were affixed with various pieces of art, ones she knew to be both extremely rare and expensive. On the far side of the room stood a balcony, one that looked over the entire club yet was not disturbed by the loud music playing downstairs. Instead, a light classical melody softly played in the background while two people sat on the large white couch in the centre of the room chatting away happily.

“Oh!” Fleur exclaimed as she finally registered Bathsheda’s presence. “Bien, you made it! ‘Arry zis ‘ere is Barbara, my star employee! She will be taking care of you tonight!”

The raven-haired wizard on the couch looked up, allowing Bathsheda her first look into her student’s brilliant green eyes. Harry looked up at her with confusion marring his handsome features, though she didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked quickly up and down her figure almost making her shiver in some sinful sort of delight. “You’re not staying?” He asked, turning his attention to Fleur.

“Unfortunately not, mon amour. I ‘ave various pressing matters to attend to tonight. But do not fret!” Fleur smirked. “Barbara here will take fantastique care of you! Isn’t zat right ma cherie?”

‘Sheda quickly shook off her momentary lapse and faced Harry with a sultry smile. “Of course. I’m here to serve you in every way I can. Every. Way.” She added, licking her lips for good measure.

It didn’t have the effect she thought it would. Instead of visible excitement, Harry simply raised his brow towards her before turning back to Fleur. “Yeah…I think I’m actually just gonna go. Thanks for the invite though Fleur.”

“‘Arry no! You must stay!” Fleur cried.

Harry shook his head, standing with a sigh. “I appreciate you wanting to help Fleur, I do. But this-” He said, nodding towards Bathsheda. “-is not my idea of fun. Look I’ve still got a lot of work to do with the ministry before I leave for my seventh year at Hogwarts, so maybe we can try and schedule some time to catch up over winter break, yeah?”

As the raven-haired teen began to throw on his coat, Fleur suddenly turned to her with a pleading look in her eye, begging her to do something- anything to get her friend to stay.

Sighing to herself, Bathsheda garnered her resolve and quickly sat the tray of drinks down on the closest table. In a matter of moments, she went from standing a few feet away from the couches to pushing Harry back onto it while she knelt before him.

“All the bloody things I do for my research…” She muttered to herself, quiet enough so that only she could hear, as she quickly worked the waistband of her student’s jeans.

“Hey! What are you- Fleur tell her to stop!”

From beside them, Fleur giggled and quickly stood with a shake of her head. “Apologies mon amour, but zis if for your own good. Barbara be a dear and do not leave zis room until ‘is balls ‘ave been drained, oui?”

Bathsheda could only respond with an affirmative hum as her mouth was far too busy wrapping itself around the thick shaft of meat before her. The sheer size of it surprised her immensely. The length and girth was something she’d only ever read about in her smut novels back home. Part of her was a bit fearful with the knowledge that this beast would be inside her soon, but a much larger part couldn’t help but coo in excitement. In any case, she’d at least find her own enjoyment from this even if she had to break at least fifty different ethical codes while doing so.

The moment her hot, plump lips wrapped around his shaft all the fight seemed to melt right out of Harry. His hands fell to his side motionless.
“Fuck.” He said simply, the word leaving him breathlessly as Bathsheda sucked more and more of him into her wet mouth.

It was an interesting sensation to say the least. Having one of her student’s cocks inside her mouth was how more than a few of the Hogwarts rumours about her started. The only difference between the rumours and what was happening right now was that this time it was at least true, not that anyone knew it. Still, the sheer tabooness of the act had ‘Sheda far more turned on than she rightly should be. It’s not like she could help it though! She was always a slut for a nice big cock, and Harry’s was by far the biggest she’s ever personally seen. She could barely wrap her mouth around it for merlin’s sake! It took no small amount of effort to actually push it down her throat.

She managed though, if barely. She moved slowly at first, careful not to bob her head to fast lest her gag reflex force her off the thick pole. A few small tears still pricked the corners of her eyes despite her careful movements. Blinking them away, Babbling squared herself up and pushed herself forward, taking Harry even deeper down her gullet with a sharp ‘Glurk!’ 

“Fuck!” Harry exclaimed, his hips bucking just barely and forcing his length almost completely down her throat. Bathsheda had to suppress a groan of discomfort- or was it arousal?- as her throat threatened to convulse around the hilted length. She couldn’t quit now though, she had a job to do.

Bringing her hands up to grip his thighs for leverage, Bathsheda pulled back, sucking in a much-needed breath as she lathered her tongue all over his engorged cock head. Every lick, every slurp, and every sultry kiss against his glistening cock filled her with all manner of confusing feelings. She didn’t have to do it like this- practically worship his cock with a desperate sluttiness that would make most back alley hookers blush- but she was. The runes professor couldn’t explain it, it was like a high coming over her. The more she sucked her student’s thick cock, the more her body grew heavier with lust. It was a shock to her when she actually started to moan around his length! The arousal in her body becoming too much to control as she greedily slurped her way up and down his cock.

“Oh fuck I’m not gonna last much longer!” Harry gasped.

Bathsheda moaned in response to his words from where she knelt below him, her mouth snugly around one of his bloated balls while her hand rapidly pumped his glistening length. Pulling off his sack with a small ‘pop!’, the older witch leaned back on her knees and looked him right in his emerald green eyes.

“Shhh~ Just let go baby. That’s right- cum for me. Cum all over my big tits Harry. Oh fuck yesssss! Please- I need it~” The desperation in her voice as she begged for his cum wasn’t as fake as she would like to admit. She could feel her pussy throb with anticipation as his end rapidly approached.

“Fuck, I’m cumming! Professor!” He shouted, groaning aloud as his cock pulsed over and over again in her hand.

Bathsheda didn’t have any time to prepare herself as her body suddenly froze from the raven-haired teen's words. Her mind barely registered the thick ropes of cum that splashed onto her face and tits, nor did it allow her to so much as flinch when Harry grasped her by her hair and push his pulsing cock deep inside her mouth. It was only when the first globs of cum splashed against her tongue did her brain finally catch up with the events of what just happened. With a yelp muffled by her student’s cock, Bathsheda pushed herself away, coughing she swallowed down the thick white seed collected in her mouth.

“Wh-What- What d-did you just call me?” She sputtered, shock and fear hanging heavy in her chest as she glanced back up at the man before her.

“Professor?” Harry asked with a face of confusion. “Sorry, did you want me to call you by your fake name from earlier? Uh, what was it…Barbara?”

“W-Wait! You know who I am?!” The horror she felt moments ago increased ten fold. Fearfully she began to glance around the room, looking for the team of aurors that would surely burst into the room at any moment. “Did Fleur tell you?”

“Uh…no? Was she supposed to? Sorry Professor Babbling, I know I haven’t taken your class personally, but I mean it’s kinda bloody hard to forget someone like you!” He said, looking pointedly at her cum-covered body. 

Bathsheda felt herself blush as she shifted somewhat in a half-hearted effort to cover herself. “I- But my glamour?”

At her words Harry's face shifted from a look confusion to one of understanding. “Oh…Well that makes more sense.” His look morphed again into one of sheepishness as he rubbed the back of his neck. “My glasses are sorta enchanted to see through those? Dumbledore showed me how to do it a couple years back. Came in handy a few times during the war.”

Silence so loud that she could hear her own heartbeat prevailed throughout the room as they each came to their own realizations. Bathsheda opened her mouth once, twice, finally speaking on the third time.

“So if you knew it was me the whole time…why didn't you say anything?”

Harry scoffed and threw his hands up in the air. “You and Fleur were acting like it was normal! I mean, I did TRY to leave! You’re the one who practically tackled me into the couch and started sucking my cock!”

The runes professor made an offended noise in her throat and stood. “I did no such thing!”

“Yeah you kinda did!” Harry retorted. “So yeah, once the hot professor I used to fantasize about started deepthroating my cock I gave up! Figured if you wanted to do it so bad I might as well let it happen!”

“You still could’ve said something!” She exclaimed. “Morgana’s tits, I could get fired for this!”

“Then why do it?!”

“I-” She began, only to cut herself off as shame filled her chest. “I might have…needed the…money.”

“The money? Wait Fleur paid you to do this?!”

Bathsheda winced at his outraged tone. “Uhm…maybe?”

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. “Of course she did. Leave it to Fleur to do something like this.” He muttered, shaking his head. “Look- let’s just pretend this didn’t happen alright? I’ll tell Fleur that I got my money’s worth or whatever and you can just continue on with…whatever you’ve been doing here. You have my word that what happened here stays between us.”

At his words ‘Sheda felt hope and appreciation fill her being all at once. She wouldn’t have to worry about losing her job OR her research at all it appeared. Yet as happy as she was to hear his promise to keep this between them, a small part of her couldn’t help but feel a tad bit…diappointed? Odd, surely she didn’t truly WANT to fuck her student, right? Sure his cock was big and her pussy had become exceedingly wet from just sucking it…but that was a natural reaction! Any girl in her position would feel the same! In fact, any other girl in her position would practically jump at the chance to fuck Harry Potter, much less fuck him AND get paid for it…

What was her point again?

Unconsciously, ‘Sheda’s eyes trailed down Harry’s body, locking onto his still engorged cock with a not-so-small trill that shot up her spine. Rubbing her thighs together to alleve the burning desire growing anew between them, Bathsheda couldn’t deny how enticing the idea of taking that thick meaty pole for a ride sounded right about now. A small whine even tore loose from her throat, filled with a primal need to be fucked rotten by the man before her. 

Morgana above, she was going to do it wasn’t she? Ah- fuck it. Why not?

“Oomph! Professor, wha-”

Harry was cut off as the runes mistress aggressively shoved his face between her mountainous tits with a shush.

“Nuh uh! No talking. Do as your professor says Mr. Potter and just relax~” She purred into his ear. The feeling of his stiffened cock nestled between her arsecheeks had her practically shivering with excitement. She couldn’t help but rock her hips back and forth, a girlish giggle leaving her throat as the hardened pole twitched against her arse. “Fleur’s really is a good friend. She saw how overworked you were and thought you needed a bit of stress relief. Tonight I’ll be that stress relief for you~ After all, it’d be rude to deny a friend’s gift right?”

Harry couldn’t respond due to the tsunami of tits currently in his face, but that was okay. By the way he tightly gripped her hips and forced her to grind her soaked mound against his cock, Bathsheda knew he was fully on board. 

“Mmm~ Good! Now earn your extra credit Mr. potter and fuck your whore of a professor~” At her words, ‘Sheda hiked her arse up and yanked aside her pitiful excuse for a bikini bottom. Harry didn’t disappoint, not wasting a moment before his cock slammed into her dripping cunt without so much as a warning. Light, white and bright flashed behind ‘Sheda’s eyes as her pussy suddenly took on a whole lot of cock in less than a second. A disastrous scream tore its way from her throat, echoing off the marble walls and no doubt plunging down to the crowded club below. She could hardly care though. Let the world hear her screams of ecstasy. Let McGonagall burst into the room at that very moment and fire her for all she cared. Her body was already shaking with an incredible first orgasm, ripping through her like an avalanche of pleasure

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK! GYAH! YES! HARDER!” She screamed.

The rapid movements of Harry’s hips slapping against her fat arse was a symphony for just how fast and hard her pussy was being ravaged at the moment. With what little presence of mind she had, Bathsheda did her best to meet his movements. Every upwards thrust of his cock was met with an equally hard and thunderous clap of her arse. The sound of flesh slapping wetly against one another was the only sound in the room outside of their moans and grunts of pleasure. At some point, Harry’s hands found their way to her tits- tearing off her micro-bikini top with a lustful haste and sinking into her bouncing flesh.

 ‘Sheda whimpered as her nipples were tugged, pinched, licked- used in every and any way the man under her saw fit as their sexes continued to slap together. Already her body was shaking from yet another orgasm and his unyielding play of her tits was surely to lead to her next soon enough.

Just as she was preparing herself for the next tsunami of pleasure, ‘Sheda’s world suddenly shifted at a dizzying. No longer was she happily bouncing atop Harry in the cowgirl position, but instead she was now on her back with her knees pushed high above her head while he drilled into her folded snatch. She felt as it happened then. This new position had him practically hammering into her g-spot and as such, her eyes were already rolling into the back of her head and her toes curled in pleasure. The wail of climax this time was almost silent, barely a whisper as she laid there mouth agape in a wide ‘O’ while her pussy gushed with her juices.

“Fuck!” Harry grunted from where he pistoned hard and fast into her cunt. “You’re so tight professor! Merlin, and you cum easy!”

‘Sheda found herself moaning something in response. Her words so broken she could barely even understand them, though it sounded suspiciously like ‘big cock’. Whatever it was, it mattered little to her in that moment, for the next she was rewarded with a loud gasp from Harry as her pussy was suddenly flooded with the hot molten warmth of his seed.

“Yessss~” She found herself hissing. “Oh fuck yessss cum inside!” She moaned, allowing herself to revell in the filling of her pussy being filled by his sticky white cum. Closing her eyes she sighed happily, one hand rubbing her abdomen while the other reached down to softly massage Harry’s pulsing balls.

It was only after a bit of lounging in the after glow did she finally open her eyes once more, Harry’s emerald ones meeting hers as they did. 

“I’d say ‘10 point to Gryffindor’ but I don’t think McGonagall would find the humour in that.” She quipped.

Harry laughed in response, slowly pulling free of her folds and allowing her to sit up, albeit with a slight wobble to her legs.

“You okay?” He asked, placing a steady hand on her back.

Bathsheda nodded, settling herself for a moment before looking back up. “I’m brilliant!” Looking down she eyed his half-deflated cock with a critical eye. “Looks like he could use a bit of a jumpstart though.” She giggled.

“Profes- ‘Sheda you don’t have to-” He began as she slowly lowered herself down to her knees once more.

“Oh hush you. Fleur told me not to leave this room until your balls were drained so that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!” She hushed him, pointedly taking his sensitive cock tip into her mouth for a hard suck. “Besides-” She said, freeing his cock. “-You’re the one who said you used to fantasize about me. So we’re not leaving this room till we’ve worked through every last one of ‘em!”

Harry groaned as she took his cock all the way to the base inside her mouth and leaned back. “Thats…a long list.” He admitted.

“Hmm-” She moaned and pulled off. “Well then what we don’t finish today we can pick back up tomorrow. Perhaps if you’re lucky we’ll even save a few for when the semester begins.” She added with a wink, before diving back down to swallow his cock once more.

Whether her words were fuelled by lust or truth, neither rightly cared in that moment.

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Author’s Note

Idk how many times I had to look up Babbling’s name just to double check it was Bathsheda NOT Bathsheba. Thankfully I don't think I effed up the name anywhere, but let me know if I’m wrong lol

Thanks for reading!