Summary: Harry expected to handle a lot of things when he became quidditch captain. Dealing with a horny chaser though? Not exactly part of his duties. However, with the girl’s performance tanking from distraction and his own frustrations mounting with the rise of Voldemort, Harry decides it’s time he dealt with Demelza Robins once and for all. Hogwarts starts at 15. One-Shot feat Harry x Demelza
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Dealing With Demelza
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“Ginny keep your head on a swivel! You fly low like that you’re a prime target for a bludger! Katie stay tight in formation till the other team pushes in! DEMELZA GET YOUR BLOODY HEAD IN THE GAME!” Harry shouted across the pitch.
It was one of the final practices before the season opener against Slytherin and so far Harry’s confidence in his team wasn’t the greatest.
Ginny and Katie were fantastic, only needing the slightest of critiques. Ron was struggling a bit but had enough potential to be great. The two new beaters, Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper, weren’t the greatest either, but compared to their performance last year after the Twins’ quidditch ban? Well it was acceptable. 
It would have been fine if those were his only problems. He can work with a little sloppiness, train it out of em so to say. But no. No he was still faced with one major, female problem.
Demelza Robins.
The girl was skilled, no doubt about it. Hell, Harry would even bet she could give Katie a run for her money.  Yet the young brunette would much rather ogle him all day than actually participate in practice. He was no stranger to stares, far from it, but ever since the incident at the DoM he had received far more attention from the- ah- opposite sex.
And that’s fine! Honestly, what bloke wouldn’t love a bit more attention from girls. The only problem was that most were only interested in his now vetted ‘Chosen One’ status. He had enough to worry about without a bunch of fan girls peppering him with questions about when he’d defeat Voldemort or if he was really immune to the killing curse. Still, he could’ve handled that just fine if it would have stayed away from Quidditch. It was his one reprieve, his one hobby that could clear his mind and actually make him forget about the whole war thing on the bloody horizon.
If only it wasn’t for Demelza Robins.
If she wasn’t so good at the bloody game he would’ve kicked her off the team a long time ago. The girl was by far the worst of the fan girl lot. Even more so than Ginny back in her first and second year. Stares, blown kisses, love letters, hell Harry even found her going through his locker once looking for a pair of his boxers! It was ridiculous and Harry was just about on his last nerve with her. 
He bit back an angry curse as the girl missed the quaffle tossed to her by Ginny. The brunette had been too busy adjusting her breasts as she winked sultrily at him. Yeah, on his last fucking nerve.
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The team all trudged back to the locker rooms in silence. Every one of them knew that practice hadn’t gone the best and they were under no illusions of whose fault that was. Glares pierced through the young chaser but she barely even noticed. Instead Demelza walked with a skip in her step as she smiled prettily up at a scowling Harry.
They reached the locker rooms and Harry ushered them inside without a word. The group assembled around their captain as he began his end of practice talk.
“I think we can all agree that today left a lot to be desired, but that’s why we have these practices. Our first match is in two days and we have a lot of ground to cover until then. I won’t lie to you and say that Slytherin will be a walk in the park. Far from it. But if we focus, communicate, and work together, I know we can win.”  ‘As long as I just catch the snitch as fast as possible…’ He thought. “That’s all for today. Hit the showers.”
The group dispersed without a word, the boys to the men’s showers and the girls to the women’s. Demelza stared back at him as she slowly entered the women’s showers, her bottom lip clamped between her teeth. Harry pointedly ignored her as he turned to jot down a few notes for Madame Hooch.
“You need to do something about her. Now.” 
Harry turned to see Katie glaring back at him. He let out a sigh as he deposited the note into the flying instructor’s mailbox. “I’ve already decided to bench her. Dunbar can come off reserve and take her spot.”
Katie snorted. “Please, Fay could barely handle a quaffle if the bloody thing was glued to her hands. Demelza is skilled if she can just pull her head out of her twat long enough to realize it.” The blonde said.
“What do you want me to do then Katie?! If I can’t bench her then she’ll screw up all our plays during the game. At least if I bring Fay in we may have a chance!” Harry exclaimed.
“But that’s the easy way out!” Katie shouted. “Look, in a few more years she’ll be a better player than Angelina, Alicia, or I ever were! Don’t you want to help her hone those talents? You can’t just bench a girl of her skill level for throwing fuck-me eyes at you constantly. All I’m saying is that you just need to… ‘deal’… with her.”
He stared back at her pointedly, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “You’re not saying I-“
“Fuck her cross-eyed? Hell yes I am, and any thing else you need to do to get her mind off your cock and back on to the game!” She smirked.
“I can’t just do that! I’m the captain, it’s an abuse of power!” Harry sputtered. Guiltily, he tried to fight down the twinge of arousal he felt at the thought. Annoying the girl may be, but no one could deny that Demelza was hot. Obviously he had noticed her perky breasts and round ass after she practically waved them in his face everyday, but still! There was huge difference between harmless looking and taking advantage of someone’s emotions for sex. He wouldn’t do it, he couldn’t. Unfortunately Katie didn’t seem to believe him.
“Come off it Harry! You act like you’ll be manipulating the girl or something. I’m not asking you to date her, simply give her what she wants. Just because what she wants is for you to bend her over the locker room bench and pound the life out of her doesn’t mean you need to start taking the girl out on Hogsmeade weekends!” Katie smirked wickedly before leaning close to his ear. “‘Sides I don’t remember us getting engaged or anything after our bit of fun last year.”
Harry shivered at the purr in her voice. Flashes of his memory with Katie splashed through his mind and his cock hardened in response. Even though they had been kicked off the team by Umbridge, Angelina had still dragged him and the twins to the afterparty for their win against Ravenclaw. Katie had introduced him to a drinking method known as a bomb shot that night, before whisking him off to her dorm for a heated snog. Needless to say the two had very quickly ended up in a drunken pile of naked limbs.Poor Katie couldn’t walk straight for almost a week and Harry still had a scar on his lip from where the blonde had gotten a bit too excited with her teeth.
Katie dipped down to place a tantalizing kiss upon his neck. “Besides, I think with all the stress you’re under you deserve some fun hmm?”
Harry jumped back when the blonde’s finger grazed his clothed member. “Okay! Okay, I’m not promising anything but I will at least… talk to her.” He said with a heavy breath.
Katie smiled victoriously. “Thank you! Oh! And save enough stamina after our win Saturday for me~” Leaning forward she placed a quick kiss on his cheek before skipping off to the showers.
Harry sighed as he discreetly reached down to adjust the uncomfortable tent in his pants. “Bloody minxes are gonna be the death of me.” He muttered, walking quietly into the men’s showers as he began to unstrap his gear.
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A lone brown eye peeked out from the cracked door. Swiftly it looked around for any other sign of life before the door was suddenly pushed open silently. Demelza shivered as the cold air hit her still damp skin. She pulled the thick towel tighter around her form and crept forward. From further down the rows of lockers, she could faintly hear the sound of running water.
She smirked. Good, he was still here. Katie’s comment about Harry enjoying longer showers after practice was true, and the girl trembled with barely concealed excitement at what would come next.
Truthfully, she would never have been brave enough to do something like this. Oh sure, she liked to flash Harry glimpses of her assets whenever she could. Even send the odd flirt or two his way, but it was always in an effort to get him to come to her. Never would she be so bold as to do something like this. On the outside she was brave like any good Gryffindor, but on the inside she was terrified that Harry would dismiss her.
Yet here she was, naked as the day she was born save for a fluffy towel, sneaking into the boy’s showers so she can seduce her crush. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating. Hopefully Katie’s next tip off about Harry thinking she was hot was true as well.
As she approached the showers, large clouds of steam began to obscure her vision. The air around her grew damp and heavy as her towel became heavy with moisture. Demelza stopped short with a gasp. In front of her, not six feet away was Harry Potter, completely nude and soaking wet. His back was to her, showing off the taut muscles of his back. Her eyes raked over his form, the brown orbs stopping for a few minutes to drink in the sight of his well shaped bum. ‘Oh Ginny was gonna be so jealooouuussss’ She thought with a squeal.
Suddenly Harry turned, his eyes closed as water cascaded down his face and chest. Demelza almost choked when she saw it. Ignoring his toned abs and coiled arms, the brunette zeroed in on the large piece of meat swinging between his thighs. A small whimper escaped her lips as she rubbed her thighs together to relieve the intense ache in her core.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?!” A voice shouted, breaking Demelza’s concentration. Snapping her head up, she was met by two angry green orbs glaring back at her.
“Well?!” Harry demanded.
Demelza opened her mouth to speak. To explain maybe? Flirt? Apologize? Anything really except stand there with a dumb look of surprise on her face.
“Uhhh…” 
‘Eloquent, Demelza. Really fucking eloquent.’ She thought bitterly.
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, something between a sigh and a growl leaving his lips as  he did so. Demelza couldn’t help but glance back down at his cock once more. Not once had he tried to cover up, maybe that was a good sign?
“Look we’ll chalk this up to an accident. Just get out before I change my mind and report you to McGonagall.” He dismissed with a wave of his hand as he turned back to his shower.
She tried hard to swallow down the pang of hurt she felt in her chest. No, she didn’t come here just to give up before even trying. Steeling her nerves, the brunette took a deep breath and dropped the towel around her.
“But Captain… what about our private lessons~” She said in the sexiest voice she could muster. Harry turned back to her, his eyes widening slightly as he caught sight of her nude body. Goosebumps spread across her skin as his eyes roved over her assets. She tried her best to contain the shiver of pleasure as he took his time examining every detail of her.
Slowly, he stepped towards her. He said nothing as he approached and Demelza bit her lip in worry that he would try to send her out again. Yet no further reprimands came. The Gryffindor seeker merely walked slowly around her, inspecting every inch of her body as if she were a new racing broom. She did her best to pose just right, jutting her ass out a bit more while squeezing her tits closer together, making them pop. 
Minutes passed as he looked her over, never saying a word the entire time. Her mind raced trying to figure out what he was thinking. Did he not find her attractive? Were her tits too small or her bum not round enough? She knew she’d never be the bustiest witch out there. Even after making those potions Witch Weekly advertised, her assets were still on the smaller side. A few times she had caught some of the other girl’s calling her a flat pixie. Thankfully that had stopped after Ginny caught wind of it and tore those bitches a new one, but their words still hurt.
Just as Demelza felt the first set of tears begin to form at the thought of his impending rejection, two strong hands suddenly grasped her bum roughly. She let out a strangled gasp as her ass cheeks were kneaded and spread like a pair of stress toys.
“So you want a private lesson is that it?” A rumbling voice whispered in her ear. Demelza nodded quickly as a sharp moan was pushed from her lips. She panted as one of the hands roughly massaging her ass began traveling up and around her body. It traveled across her narrow hips, up her flat stomach, before coming to rest right below her breasts.
Already her nipples were achingly hard in excitement, the pointed tips jutting out like fleshy beacon atop the swell of her breasts. She hissed as the hand sounded closed around her small ball of flash, the callouses bugging into her sensitive nipples were driving bites of pleasure through her chest.
“Lesson number one.” He whispered into her ear. “Fortitude. Fend off your orgasm for as long as I tell you to and you’ll get any reward you’d like. Fail, and as your captain I’ll be forced to punish you.”
Demelza shouldn’t like the sound of latter as much as she did but her pussy was already dripping just imagining the various kinky ‘punishments’ he could give her. Her through were broken when the other hand upon her ass swooped around and forced her thighs apart. She barely had time to prepare herself before one of his quick fingers dashed along her slit. A high pitched squeal echoed off the walls as she clamped her thighs around his hand.
“Ah ah ah, if we’re to properly train you’ll need to follow the rules.” Harry chastised.
Suddenly Demelza was flung back onto on of the shower benches with an ‘eep!’ Ropes appeared from no where and tied the girl’s ankles to the feet of the bench, forcing her legs spread wide. Her dripping snatch was now on full display. Before she could even think to cover herself another set of ropes sprung out and tied her wrists to her thighs.
Harry walked forward with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Isn’t that better. Now remember the rules, no cumming unless I say so.”
Demelza whimpered as Harry sat behind her on the bench. She could feel his ragingly hard cock pressed into her back. Her pussy tightened at the sensation and she wanted nothing more than to have that bloody fat cock inside of her. Steeling her nerves, Demelza focused on getting that reward no matter what.
Her nerves of steel were shakened somewhat when his fingers once more returned to her hot core. Two digits teasingly traced circles around her outer lips. The brunette groaned in frustration, pushing her hips forward in an effort to get him to touch her.
“Harrrryyyy… please…” She begged.
A cry tore from her throat his hand suddenly came up to smack over of her tits sharply. “You’ll call me Captain.” He growled.
Demelza whimpered, her pussy practically weeping in arousal now. “Captain please… I need it~”
Her only answer was for the two teasing digits to suddenly plunge inside of her sweating walls. She cried out as her body threatened to tip over the edge just from the first intrusion. No reprieve was given to her though as he quickly began to pump his two middle digits in and out of her soaked quim. Her hands thrashed against their bindings, wanting desperately to grab onto something for support. She resorted to digging her nails into the flesh of her thighs, the pain grounding her somewhat against the hot pleasure being driven from her pussy.
Her mouth was spewing out a mess of moans and curses as his fingers raked against her inner walls. With every thrust of his fingers, a wet ‘Schlik Schlik’ sound echoed out into the room. A hand came up to roughly grasp her jutting tits causing Demelza to his as her poor hardened nipple was abused by the calloused pad.
“Such perfect little tits.” He murmured. 
Demelza felt herself blush at the praise, as if he currently wasn’t knuckle inside her cunt. Suddenly, his hand below her repositioned slightly causing the fingers inside her to switch angles and grind against a rough patch of skin along her walls. A squeal tore through her throat as he began to mercilessly attack her g-spot. She could feel a climax approaching fast from the stimulation and it took all of her willpower to push it away. How long she could hold it off was anyone’s game, but she needed to prove herself here.
Harry had other plans however. “Merlin you’re so tight Dem’, it’s a wonder my fingers can even fit. I can’t wait to feel it with my cock. Imagine it, me throwing you against the wall while I shove my cock into your tight little pussy.”
Demelza whimpered at his words. Already her pussy began to constrict just thinking about. The raging tidal wave of her climax that she held at bay was threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t hold on.
 “I’ll grasp you by your hips and pound into you with reckless abandon, making that pussy mine. Do you want that? Do you want me to bend you over and ruin your poor little chaser pussy until I fill your womb with my cum? Tell me Demelza. Tell me!” Harry demanded.
“YESSS!!! OH FUCK YESSS I DO!!!” Demelza wailed. Her body convulsed in his arms as her cunt fluttered around his fingers. The girl’s mind went blank as her back arched and tits heaved with each cry of climax. Juices flung from her pussy, coating the bench beneath her and creating a sloppy mess between her thighs. Her legs shook as she came, her sensitive pussy rebelling against the overstimulation. With another cry she fell back against Harry’s chest as he slowly pulled his fingers free from her snatch.
Harry stood, releasing her binds with a wave of his hand. “Tsk tsk, I gave you one instruction and you failed. How am I supposed to depend on you out there on the pitch if I can’t in here?” He asked. Demelza looked down in apparent shame, her chest still heaving as she recovered from her orgasm.
“‘m sorry capt’n” The girl mumbled. Harry reached forward and grasped her roughly by the chin. The brunette let out a pathetic whimper as she was forced to look him in the eye.
“You will be.” He growled. Without warning, he hastily turned her over until she was bent over the bench. His cock jumped at the sight of her pert rear and leaking pussy but he shook it off. That could come later, for now he had a punishment to deal out.
With a flick of his hand, he wandlessly summoned his worn belt from the adjacent locker room. The rough leather would be perfect for what he had planned.
“Let’s see… You missed three goals and nine tosses today in practice. So your punishment will be twelve lashes across your bum. Oh and just to be sure you don’t enjoy this-“ He reached down and placed his palm against her damp mound. A red light briefly flashed under his hand before disappearing. “Nifty spell I picked up in the Restricted Section. You now won’t be able to cum no matter how much pleasure or stimulation you receive, unless I allow you to of course.”
Demelza looked back at him pleadingly. “But-“ ‘SMACK!’ The girl cried out in pain as the belt tore into her round ass. The skin jiggled slightly from the contact as a deep red welt quickly formed where he had hit.
“One. Eleven more to go. Be a dear for me and count them out.” Harry commanded. A part of him was worried this might be going too far, but as he swung down and impacted her bum with the rough leather for a second time he caught sight of her already wet pussy gushing with arousal. He chuckled to himself, even without the ability to cum, the girl was loving this.
The third hit came and Demelza cried out once again. She shakily mumbled the next number as her body quivered. Harry would have none of that though. His hand flew out like a flash and grasped a handful of her brown locks. The pixie sized chaser grunted as he roughly yanked her hair, pulling her head up. He smirked down at her as he swung the belt twice more in rapid succession. Each time she howled out in pain as more red welts painted her porcelain ass cheeks. The girl would be lucky to be able to sit at all after this.
On and on it went, with Harry mercilessly whipping her ass while her tugged her hair. Tears began dripping down her face after the fifth hit and by the eighth it was a full blown stream. Each slap forced a watery sob from her mouth as she counted and by the tenth, Harry decided to take some pity on her.
Using his hand, he placed two soft pats on each cheek for the last slaps. He bent down and softly kissed the bruised skin before sitting back up and turned the girl over. She groaned at the movement and Harry silenced her with a kiss to her lips. Demelza moaned happily against his lips as she sensually kissed him back. It wasn’t long before the slow kiss became a full blown snog. The brunette sucked harshly against his bottom lip before pushing her tongue into his mouth. Harry almost chuckled at her ferocity when not two minutes ago she was squealing at his mercy. He made no move to stop her however, simply enjoying the pleasant sensation.
Demelza soon pushed it further, climbing onto of his lap with his cock trapped between her folds. The spell from earlier was still in effect but that didn’t stop her from grinding hard against his length. This time Harry did chuckle at her actions. Pushing her away, he placed one last peck on her lips before speaking.
“Not yet, we still have more lessons to get through.”
He was on his feet without warning, pulling her to her feet and pushing her back against the damp shower wall as he sank his teeth into her neck. Demelza moaned out at the sensation, her nails digging into his chest. Just as she was about to reach for his cock, a strong hand on her shoulder suddenly forced her to her knees while the other held her wrists above her held. The brunette gulped nervously as she was now face to face with his impossibly thick cock.
“Lesson number two. Endurance. I’m going to fuck your mouth how I please, for as long as I please and you will make sure not to spill a drop of my cum. Got it?” He asked.
She nodded dumbly back up at him before turning back to the monster of a cock in front of her. 
“Oh and for added incentive.” He snapped his fingers and Demelza gasped as a pink vibrating pill suddenly appeared and was taped to her clit. She let out a loud moan as the small device began to vibrate ruthlessly against her small nub but her mouth was suddenly silenced by a thick pole of meat.
Harry slammed his hips forward, shoving as much of his cock as he could into the young witch’s velvety mouth. Demelza for her part made no complaints as she instantly began to bob her head furiously, sucking his cock like her life depended on it. Harry hummed at the feeling, while pleasant it wasn’t exactly what he was aiming for. Tightening his hold on her wrists, he jerked his hips forward hard. Demelza’s eyes flew wide open as he forced himself further into her throat. He moaned at the feeling as he hilted all the way into her throat. The tight tunnel began to spasm wildly around him as the petite witch began to panic for air. Relenting, Harry pulled out and let her breathe. 
She sputtered and coughed, trying desperately to catch her breath. Her tits jiggled enticingly with every heave of her chest. Finally, she rose her head up to level him with a confused gaze.
“Why did you-“
Harry cut her off by once more shoving his cock into her mouth. This time he didn’t wait before fully plunging his entire length down her throat. Demelza jerked against him, her body fighting hard against the intrusion but Harry held fast. His hips began to set a steady pace, roughly thrusting in and out of her velvety mouth. Loud squelching sounds were driven from her oral cavity as the witch gagged and choked on his thick member.  The sensations only sent more pleasure through his cock and caused his hips to move faster. Wet slaps joined the throaty gags as his balls clapped against her chin with every thrust. The girl seemed finally to accept the tempo he chose and relaxed as best she could. Her tongue even began to lap at his shaft as it drove in and out of her mouth.
Harry groaned out at the wonderful feeling of face fucking the problematic seeker. Truth be told he had almost sent her away after her stunt with the towel, but Katie’s words had stopped him. He was under an immense strain with Voldemort and war on the horizon. If the brunette was just gonna basically offer herself up on a silver platter then he might as well indulge right? And how glad he was that he chose to indulge. He moaned as a particularly hard gag caused the brunette’s throat to constrict tightly around him. If he kept this up he wouldn’t last as long as he wanted.
He looked down at the girl below him as he forcefully made her swallow his cock. Her thighs were rubbing together wildly under her, no doubt in abject torture from the little toy stimulating her clit but unable to cum. A devilish smirk spread across his features as an idea formed in his mind.
Quickly he released the brunette’s hands and grasped the back of her head. Forgoing thrusting, he began to practically slam the girl’s face onto his cock as he came closer and closer to releasing his load. With a loud groan, his end came. His cock head pulsed as he shot stream after stream of cum directly down the girl’s gullet.
When he finally released her head, he was surprised to find the girl still latched onto his shaft as her mouth bobbed frantically. It seemed she was taking his order of “don’t spill a drop” to heart as she greedily suck every last speck of cum from his member. Finally she pulled off him before diving down to lap at his balls with her tongue. Damn she was eager.
“That’s enough.” He commanded. “You did a wonderful job but now it’s time for your third lesson.”
Demelza looked up at him eagerly and Harry couldn’t help but smirk.
“Your final lesson is patience. The spell I have placed on you will remain until after the game on Saturday. If we win I’ll remove it and personally make sure you cum. If we don’t well… there’s always next game.”
The young chaser looked horror stricken at the news. “B-but you can’t! I s-still haven’t came yet!”
Harry glared down at her. “You came earlier when I told you not to. Now this is your punishment for that and for your shoddy performance in every single practice we’ve had since the beginning of the school year.” Harry turned and shut off the water. He stepped out the shower and began drying himself off. “Win the game, and I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk anymore. Lose and you’ll have to wait an entire month before you can so much as masturbate properly.”
Without another word, Harry dressed and left behind a whimpering chaser.
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Saturday dawned bright and early and Harry knew it was time to see if his efforts bore any fruit. He looked around the locker room as his team made the final adjustments to their gear. His eyes double checked their work for them. Beside him, Ron finished lacing up his boots and stood.
“Ready for this one mate?” The red head ask. Harry nodded back.
“Yeah. You nervous?”
Ron shrugged. “A little. Hard not to be with how practices have gone the last few weeks. Though I s’pose I’m not as bad as her.” He said, nodding toward Demelza. “Right mess she is. Looks like she hasn’t even slept the last two days.”
Harry nodded in agreement. The brunette was indeed looking a bit worse for wear. Her hair was a frazzled mess. Skin pale and dark bags under her eyes as well. Her hands were shaky as she tried to finish strapping on her forearm padding. He could almost guarantee she hadn’t slept a wink.
A smirk threatened to flash across his face. Looks like his plan was working.
The girl had surely tried to call his bluff on the spell after he left. He had no doubt she tried in vain for many hours to rub an orgasm out from her folds but it was no use. The only way she would get any relief was by his say so and that would only happen if they won this game.
By the borderline feral looks she was giving him, Harry didn’t have any doubt they would.
A whistle sounded from the pitch signaling it was time for the match to start. Everyone filtered out one by one as Harry held the door for them. When Demelza passed by last he made sure to reach out and give her a quick slap on her pert bum. The girl made no response except to blush and bite her lip hard.
The game started quickly after that and it was almost night and day compared to their practices. Everyone was doing phenomenal with only a few hiccups, but Demelza most of all. The girl was a demon, swerving in and out of formation, disrupting the other teams passes, charging wildly to scare other’s off of Ginny or Katie, and Harry swore she even bit at one Slytherin chasers hand when he tried to steal the quaffle. Just by herself the girl put up 60 points in the first 15 minutes. Harry had never seen anything like it.
It wasn’t much later that he caught the snitch, almost lazily so, and won the game 230 - 20.
He was greeted with a great amount of fanfare when he landed. His teammates swarming him as they all cheered in celebration. However, Harry barely got a chance to join in on the jubilee before a small hand roughly grasped his arm and pulled him away. His teammates watched in confusion as a very angry looking Demelza Robins marched off with their team captain.
The petite chaser shoved him into the showers without a word. He turned and watched as she locked the door with at least six different spells before she turned to him.
“Clothes. Off.” She ground out through clenches teeth. Harry watched as she began tearing at her own uniform, in some cases actually tearing it. Deciding to not argue, he did just as she said and began removing his clothes.
No sooner had he removed his boxers before she suddenly sprung upon him. He was forced back onto one of the many changing benches as the brunette straddled him. Without a word, Demelza lifted her hips and lined him up with her entrance. His tip barely teased her folds before she suddenly lammed herself upon him in one swift motion.
“OH BLOODY FUCKING HELL YES!!!” She cried. Her hips began to slam down onto his cock over and over again as her cunt fluttered in sweet climax around him. “YES YES YES FUCK YESSSSS!!!”
The girl squealed in pure pleasure as she rode him like there was no tomorrow. As bruised ass cheeks slapped against his with every bounce and her small tits jiggled wildly from the motion. Harry grasped her ass roughly, groaning into her ear at the sheer tightness of her cunt. Her quivering walls were like a vice. Juices coated his entire length as the girl forcefully speared herself upon it with reckless abandon. 
“Someone’s a little worked up.” He teased. Demelza barely heard him though as she titled her head back and screamed again. A gush of her juices soaked their groins as she came around him. Her breaths came out labored from the effort but even then her twitching body refused to stop, continuing to relentlessly pound her wet cunt onto his cock.
A knock suddenly sounded from the door and Ginny’s voice filtered in. “Harry? Demelza? Are you guys okay in there?”
Demelza groaned but made no move to remove herself. “FUCK OFF GINNY WE’RE BUSY!”
It was silent for a minute before Ginny responded. “Demelza?! What are you guys doing in there?!”
Demelza rolled her eyes as she continued to bounce openly on his length. “Making treacle tart. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE’RE DOING?! I won us the game and now Harry owes me a good dicking down! So if you don’t mind please FUCK OFF!” A gasp sounded from the other side of the door before a set of angry footfalls faded away.
Harry chuckled as he dove down to capture one of her jiggling nipples with his teeth. “Pent up are we?” He laughed. 
The brunette glared at him. “A-and it’s your f-fault.” She moaned. Harry chuckled before grasping her thighs and standing. The girl moaned in protest at the loss of motion but she didn’t have to wait long before it began again. Harry roughly pushed her against one of the lockers and hooked his arms completely under her thighs. Demelza gasped as she was folded in half against the cold metal locker. 
Harry pressed hard into her and began to thrust his hips. The girl under him moaned out whorishly as his cock began to piston in and out of her tight quim. With each thrust, his sponges tip would mash against her g-spot causing stars to splash across her vision and her nails to dig into his back. Her juices splashed down his leg like a torrential river as her pussy quivered around him. The way her small body was contorted under him drove an animalistic instinct to dominate her cunt in every possible way. The time for games and lessons had passed and now the only thing Harry wanted to do was to fuck her senseless.
Demelza cried out as he drove another shaking orgasm from her core. Her legs tightened around his waist trying to get him to bury his cock even further into her pussy. Harry gave in to her request, pressing flush against her body as he sank his teeth into her neck. His hips ground into her’s as the pressure in his loins built. She threaded her fingers through his hair, her breathy moans cascading down his neck as she mewled into his ear.
“C-cum in me.” She pleaded. “M-make me yours and cum inside me!”
Harry grunted in response, his grinding hips becoming jerky as his end approached fast. With a deep groan he slammed into her completely and erupted. White hot cum like molten lava splashed against her womb. Her walls constricted around him, the inner muscles of her pussy aiding in their mission to milk him for all his seed. He happily complied as he emptied every drop of his load into her soaking snatch with a moan.
“Yessss.” She hissed into his ear.
After a few moments Harry gently set her down on her shaking legs. She slumped against him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. 
“Ready for your next lesson then?” He asked jokingly. Demelza glared at him good natured lay before suddenly smirking and sinking to her knees. 
“Always.” She replied before engulfing his cock with her mouth.
Harry groaned out, glad he finally dealt with Demelza.
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Author’s Note
As promised! Definitely will add Demelza to more stories soon.
Thanks for reading.