"Can you apparate?" Wha... what's that?" Try to apparate." Is there a problem?" Just try to bloody apparate!" I..." The man paused. "I can't. It's blo...ked or... or something."Harry spun back to face Neville. The nervous marauder was gripping his wand hard. Harry amplified his voice harshly, twisting his wand until he could feel his vocal cords twanging."MARAUDERS! THIS IS REAL! GET EVERYBODY OUT INTO LONDON!"Harry left Neville in charge and clattered back towards the leaky cauldron, his leg. He pulled my hips back and up to meet him. He used his right hand to guide his cock to my awaiting cunt. His head entered me and then he stopped. I felt him move closer. I took a deep breath and held it, fearing that I would experience the worst pain within the next few seconds. But I didn't. He pushed in slow, and I did feel a small pain, but that was it. I let out a groan that symbolized uncomfort more than pleasure. He pulled out and went back in. He kept it soft and slow for a minute before. Yes, he had fantasised about her with another man; but what husband doesn’t let such thoughts cross his mind now and then. He knew that she would get excited when they talked about it in bed but he never expected her to take it seriously. When she never appeared after about fifteen minutes he started to get nervous and then he suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. He knew that they were not Tricia’s, she was light on her feet; these were a man’s footsteps. Suddenly he heard the noises from. He turned to find the fifteen year old masturbating herself on her knees in the dirt. Spike turned to her and in a flash had grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet."If you can't follow the rules, you'll have to be punished." Y ... yes. Punish me..." Dawn whispered, her eyes looking glazed. By this time, Spike was happy to oblige. All thoughts of how wrong this was had left his brain. He wanted her, he wanted to use her, to whip her and do all those things he'd been denied for so.