. to meet him whilst I was showering four years ago. The scoundrel had offered to towel me off, but his offer specifically excluded using a towel!"Did...he say something to trouble you, my dear?" Minerva asked Hermione upon noticing the young witch's embarrassment."No ma'am!" Hermione replied a little too vehemently."I suppose you want me to return to my Aunt's house now," Harry said in a defeated tone."It is now an impossibility, Potter. Your relatives have kicked you out," McGonagall informed. James felt completely helpless, immobilized as he was and being fucked like a bitch doggy style, his dick almost completely soft now. Oblivious to his feelings, Bayonetta snarled like an animal, groaning, panting and roughly jamming more and more of her obscene cock into James' ass. "Boooooooooy! That's good! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" She screamed and moaned as she groped at his body, unable to resist anymore. Bayonetta pounded his asshole, raping him like a whore, and the harder she thrust the more. The dream always started out the same as that day had, but then it had changed, took on a darker life of its own, it was Nick, but he had changed, his breath was like the smell of something long dead, and his skin had scales like a lizard. His eyes had been filled with a bright red glow, and each place he touched her, he left a tail of slime and the smell of decay. What she had feared the most was his tongue, it wasn’t human in the dream, it was like that of a snake, long and slithering down. She began to look at it curiously. ‘That’s the Deathstalker’ he said, ‘Its venom is very powerful and you don’t wanna mess with it. He opened the curtain for her and for the first time in the last few days, she saw sunlight. She realized she was held in a large house built at a height above the sea level, and this particular room was on the top floor. It was evening and the room was facing the west. The mild evening sunrays were decorating the room with their golden touch. The room had a.