! Warning: Lemon ! -
As she stepped out of the portal, Harry realized immediately what the reward was. His eyes widened and his face burned red at the sight.
Standing in front of him, Death was not in her usual hooded black robe.
Her face was uncovered, allowing her ebony locks to fall around her shoulders in gentle waves, framing her gorgeous face with black painted lips that drew his attention. They looked so soft, and oh-so kissable.
Her robes were replaced with a black lace bra that seemed to enhance her large, pale breasts; standing firm and perky on her chest. Her dark nipples barely noticeable beneath the lace.
He was tempted to reach out and fondle them, but held himself back.
His eyes slowly trailed down her flat stomach, admiring the flawless complexion, before coming to a matching black silk garter-belt and thigh-highs. The material hugging her wide hips perfectly, drawing attention to her thick, pillowy thighs and full backside that had been hidden beneath her robes.
Harry felt like cursing them for daring to hide her figure.
Feeling himself staring, Harry couldn't look away from the sight of her womanhood covered by lace black panties, tied at the sides. The subtle outline of her lips enticing.
While sitting on the couch, his pants felt uncomfortably tight.
Everything about her was intoxication to look at. And judging by the smirk on her face, she knew it too.
"I see you like your reward." Making a show of staring at the tent in his trousers.
"Wha-" Clearing his throat, he asked. "What is this?"
The seductive chuckle she gave had him reaching down and adjusting himself.
"This is your reward, Hero. For all that you've accomplished so far, and all that you've done for me." Slowly sliding her hand down her body, taking the chance to cup one of her full breasts, she continued. "This…this is my way of thanking you."
As she spoke, she slowly placed one foot in front of the other, swaying her hips as she drew closer to him. Reaching the couch, Harry tried to speak, only to be silenced by a finger to his lips. "Shhh…"
Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, she placed one knee on either side of his waist as she straddled him on the couch. Placing her hand on his cheek, she gently caressed his face as she spoke softly. "Don't think, Hero…"
Feeling her lips close to his ear, her warm breath caressed his ear as she cooed. "Just feel."
Grabbing his face, she kissed him passionately.
All thought fled him as Harry placed his hands on her back. Feeling the smooth skin beneath his touch, he pulled her against him, bringing her panty-covered core against his stiff erection.
Feeling his excitement, Death ground her hips, driving her core against him.
The desire building, Harry copied her as brought his hips up and began grinding their sexes into each other.
Deciding to take the risk, Harry reached up to palm one of her large bra-clad breasts, marveling at its softness as his other hand wound its way in her hair, gently grasping the back of her head to keep their heated make out session going.
The feel of his hand on her breast caused Death to moan into his mouth. His touch fueling the growing fire inside her for the first time in her eternal life.
Something about him drew a desire out of her, one that had honestly scared her the first time she kissed him. But the more she watched him, spoke with him, the less afraid she was. Until finally, she stopped hiding from her feelings and openly embraced them.
Her tongue intertwined with his as she ground even harder against him. After several minutes of intense make-out and teasing, she finally pulled back from the kiss and slowed her movements.
"Wha…What's wrong?" Harry panted out, confused as to why she stopped. Afraid he might have done something wrong or gone too far.
Instead of replying, she placed a light kiss on his lips before climbing off his lap.
Standing in front of him, her dark orbs stared straight into his emerald ones as she slowly sank to her knees. The action making Harry's eyes go wide.
Reaching out, her hands quickly undid his belt and pants before pulling them off. Harry said nothing as he lifted his hips to help her remove them.
With his pants off, she stared at his tented boxers hiding his erection. The hunger in her gaze made him gulp.
Grabbing them, Death nearly tore it off in her desire to get at what was underneath.
Standing erect, his erect, four-inch length wasn't very large or girthy; and its size made Harry look away ashamed.
Death's face softened as she brought a hand up to his chin, turning his attention back to her. "There's nothing to be ashamed of." After all, he was only thirteen and had just entered puberty. By the time he finished growing, she guessed it would reach a respectable seven inches and be more than girthy enough to make any future lover happy.
Keeping his eyes fixed on her, she let her pink tongue poke out from between her black painted lips to wet them. Holding his gaze, she slowly licked from his balls, up the length of his shaft, before placing a kiss on his tip. Her touch causing it to twitch with desire, drawing a giggle.
Making sure he was paying attention; she opened her mouth before taking the head into her mouth.
The feeling of her warm, wet mouth engulfing the head nearly made him buck his hips upwards in reflex, wanting to shove the entire length as far inside as he could.
Holding himself back, Harry felt as she swirled her tongue around the head.
The stimulation was tantalizing, and he wanted more. Thankfully, she seemed to understand that as she stilled her tongue before taking inch after inch of his member inside her mouth.
When her lips reached the base of his shaft, and his pubes tickled her nose, she held herself there for several moments as she hummed.
Harry's body tried to jerk forward, only for Death's hand to press into his chest as she lightly pushing him back into the couch.
Realizing that she wanted to be in control, Harry sat back as he lifted a hand to her head, struggling to keep from cumming. His eyes closing at the feeling of his member being encased in wet heat and intense suction. Threading his fingers in her hair, he lightly massaged her scalp as she started bobbing up and down.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
The obscene sounds her mouth made as she slobbered all over his member while taking it to the base were driving him crazy. As much as he wished it would last forever, he was a virgin before this, and it wasn't long before the growing urge to cum reached its peak. "G-Gonna cum!"
Death's head practically slammed into his pelvis as she buried his length to hilt in her mouth. Humming loudly, Harry let go as he fired everything he had into her mouth.
Gulp…gulp…gulp
Hollowing her cheeks, Death gulped down every shot of virginal cum, moaning at his taste.
Thanks to all of Harry's healthy eating and fruity diet, his cum tasted far better than it would have. And as his first ever ejaculation, the amount was nearly overwhelming.
Something she greatly appreciated as she kept her lips sealed shut, drinking every last drop of his cum as she used her tongue to lick the tip for any last droplets.
Pulling back from his member, her lips made a 'Pop!' as they released his now softer length.
Making a show of swallowing the last of it, Death looked up at his breathless face with a smile.
The sight of her, still on her knees in front of him, smiling up at him was unbelievable. Staring at the smudged black paint on her now swollen lips, and the black ring around the base of his shaft, Harry felt his member already starting to get hard again.
Rising up from her kneeled position, Death held out a hand for him to take.
Grabbing it, Harry was pulled up from the couch. Reaching her hands up to his dress shirt, she started undoing the buttons one at a time.
Once the last was unbuttoned, she slowly pulled the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor with a soft rustle.
Standing there naked in front of her, Death ran her hands over his body, admiring his slightly toned and muscular physique. Sliding her hand down to his, she grasped it as she began leading him towards the bedroom.
Inside the bedroom, she encouraged his hands to reach for her bra. "Go ahead." She whispered softly.
Steeling his nerves, Harry's hands slightly shook as they reached up to undo the bra.
Unhooking it, he watched as it fell away, revealing her beautiful, pale skin as her breasts were freed. Her areolas were the size of quarters, and capped with dark pink nipples that had him wanting to take them into his mouth.
Instead of giving in to the temptation, he leaned in to kiss her.
Gently kissing her black lips, he slowly trailed kisses down her neck. Reaching a spot that seemed to get the most reaction out of her, he began kissing and sucking on it until it left a mark. His actions drawing a pleased sound from Death's throat.
Pulling back, his eyes fixated on the bruise before glancing back into her dark orbs.
Seeing the acceptance and desire in them, Harry continued kissing his way down her neck before reaching her breasts.
Resisting the urge to go straight for her nipples, he began kissing around them, trailing back and forth across her chest from one to the other as her breathing picked up.
Feeling her hand come up and tangle in his hair, he took the hint and focused his attentions on her nipples. Placing his mouth over one, he hesitantly licked the left one first before trying something out as he breathing hotly on it.
The sensation drew a gasp from her as her hand pulled him harder into her chest.
Wanting to hear more of those sounds, he began lavishing attention to both nipples. Through some trial and error, he found that sucking on them before gently nibbling seemed to get the best reactions.
Harry realized that she wasn't a fan of rough play. Which was more than fine with him as he had no desire to engage in that kind of stuff either. Others might like it, but not him.
Alternating between sucking and nibbling on one, while amateurishly fondling the other; it soon became too much for Death to take. Even if he wasn't the best at it, the fact that it was with the one she chose and who she had developed feelings for, made up for any lack in his technique.
Lightly gripping the hair in her hand, she gently but firmly pulled back his head.
"Please," she gasped. Her normally pale face flushed red with desire as she directed the hand on her breast down her stomach.
Realizing what she wanted, Harry placed a final kiss on each nipple before kissing a burning trail down her stomach towards her panties.
Harry had no idea what he was doing, just trying new things and watching to see what she reacted too. This was all new territory to him, and had it been with anyone else, he probably would have been a nervous reck and made it awkward.
But with Death, it wasn't like that. With her, he felt comfortable in her presence and knew that she wouldn't mock him for his inexperience.
Reaching her legs, Harry allowed his hand to feel up her thick, soft thighs covered in black silk. Gently gripping them, Harry slowly pulled her thighs apart as he revealed her covered center.
Bringing his head in closer, he breathed in her scent before exhaling warm breath over the damp spot of her panties.
Death's hips twitched at the feeling. Reaching her hand down, she cupped his chin before pulling his attention away from her core. Seeing the desire in his eyes, she gasped out pleadingly, "Don't tease me…" Her breathless plea spurring him into motion.
Reaching the ties that held the lace panties, Harry slowly undid them before gently pulling away the material, revealing her dripping center.
Getting his first look at a naked woman, Harry saw that she had was called a camel-toe. Peeking out from the hood of her plump lips was a small pink button that he remembered was a clit.
Deciding to try and get her back for earlier. He brought his face closer, before sticking out his tongue and licking from the bottom of her lips all the way to the little pink button. Being playful, he gave it a small flick with his tongue.
A loud gasp escaped her lips as she clamped her thighs around his head.
Not wanting to just go right in, Harry began kissing her thighs and around her lips.
Pulling back for a moment, he watched as her entrance dripped in desire. The sight making his mouth water as he leaned in, licking up and down her core. Bringing his hands up, one reached up to grip and kneed her tits as the other joined him in pleasing her. Slowly, he worked a finger inside her experimentally.
Feeling something enter her, Death's hips jerked in the air for a moment.
Encouraged by her reaction, Harry began exploring her hot, wet tunnel. Finding a small part that was slightly different and drew a gasp, he focused his efforts on it, curling his finger repeatedly to rub at the spot.
Hearing her breathing pick up, he added his tongue into it. Flicking her clit, he continued rubbing her g-spot as he pinched a nipple.
The multiple sensations were overwhelming. "Don't stop…" she pleaded while biting back a moan.
Moving his finger and tongue faster, Harry took the change to see if Parseltongue would do anything. Pressing his tongue against her clit, he began hissing.
Death's hips gave a massive twitch as her back bent backwards enough to leave the bed. Desperate to feel that sensation again, she used her thighs to pull him against her lips as she panted out. "Again…Do that again…"
Giving his all, Harry hissed continuously on her clit, his tongue vibrating deliciously as his finger continued rubbing her g-spot.
Feeling like a coiled tight spring inside her was released, her body shook as shockwaves of pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Clenching her thighs, her eyes closed as she gasped, "Hero!"
The breathless whisper was the most erotic thing Harry had ever heard.
Harry latched his mouth onto her mound as drank the juices flowing out of her. Her taste was delicious. The flavor was indescribable, and he wanted nothing more than to continue drinking it.
Continuing to pleasure her as she rode out her orgasm, he slowed his ministrations to gently licks.
Leaving her core, he began trailing kisses up her sweat-covered stomach. Paying attention to her heaving breasts, Harry crawled his way over her to stare down at her panting, flushed face as he wiped at his drenched mouth.
Harry had never seen her this disheveled. Her black hair was spread out across the bed in a mess. Her eyes were half-lidded and glassy, staring up him with naked desire and emotion. Her heaving chest enticing as it jiggled with every breath.
Her hands reached up to run through his hair before pulling him down into a gentle kiss. As she sucked on his tongue, Death flipped their positions effortlessly.
Leaning over at him, her hair fell down around them like a black curtain. She smiled impishly before pulling back.
Lifting herself up slightly, she reached in between them to grab his painfully hard member. Rubbing the head back and forth against her drenched lower lips, she stared into his emerald green eyes lovingly. "Are you ready?"
Too nervous to speak, Harry nodded silently.
"Just breathe…" Lining him up with her entrance, she slowly lowered her hips.
"Oh…fuuuck." He groaned. It was as if a warm, wet, silk vice was gripping him from every angle.
Feeling her thighs settle on him, he watched as she slowly rose up before coming back down. The movement stimulating them both into groaning in pleasure.
Leaning back down over him, Death purred. "Just relax…And enjoy." Lifting her hips again, she started bouncing up and down on his member.
The rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the apartment as she took his virginity.
Had she not already made him cum earlier, he would have the moment she began moving.
Her movements slowly picking up as she rode him harder, causing her tits to bounce enticingly. Giving in to the temptation, Harry grabbed them, kneading them and lightly pinching her stiff nipples.
The feeling of his hands on her sensitive breasts had her leaning down to make out with him sloppily.
Pulling back from the kiss slightly, their panting breaths washed over their faces as they gasped for air. Changing her movements, Death stopped bouncing in order to grind herself into him. The motion rubbing her clit as she whimpered. "So good…"
It quickly became too much for the both of them as Death climaxed first.
"Yes!" She moaned out loudly as she came. Her silky wet core tightened down on him as she flooded their joined hips with her clear liquids.
The rhythmic pulsing of her walls was too much for Harry. "Fuck…I'm..I'm gonna come!"
Releasing her breasts to grab her hips, he tried to pull her off in a panic.
His frantic hands were quickly grabbed at the wrists and pulled up over his head. Holding them there, Death leaned down to seductively lick his ear before whispering out, "Cum…Cum deep inside of me, Hero." Biting his ear, she moaned, "Fill me…"
Silencing him, she mashed her lips against his and moaned.
Euphoria
His eyes squeezed shut as he let go, flooding her depths with his cum. There was so much of it, that it reached her womb and filled it to overflowing.
His hips jerked up against her as he reflexively tried to bury his length as deep inside of her as he could.
She sighed into his mouth in pleasure at the feel of his warm cum filling her.
Releasing the kiss, Death peppered his chin with kisses as their bodies relaxed. Panting as they tried to catch their breath, they settled down to bast in the feeling of post-coital bliss. His wrists finally released as he wrapped them around her waist, running one of his hands up and down her back gently.
Wanting to know why she stopped him, Harry gasped out, "Why did you stop me from pulling out?" He was far too young for an accident to happen.
Laughing breathlessly, Death's response calmed him. "Don't worry, Hero. Life cannot be created in Death." Reaching up, she gently caressed his face, soothing his worries.
Her soft touch and slowly fading bliss was making it hard to keep his eyes open.
He was so tired, and sleep was becoming too difficult to fight off.
Noticing his half-lidded gaze, Death kissed him softly before whispering in his ear. "Rest now..."
At her soft encouragement, Harry finally gave in and closed his eyes.
Watching him fall asleep, Death slowly drew a blanket of their forms. Curling into his side, Death rested her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat settle into a gentle rhythm. Sparing one last glace at his peaceful face, she whispered out loud, "Sweet dreams…my Hero."