A man with a kink of using a boggart and using that fear in his sex play

The man, bald headed black bearded, and piercing green eyes, walked into the room with the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted. He was tall and broad, with a physique that spoke of both strength and cruelty. His name was Tlyer, and he had a reputation for his... unique tastes. Harry's stomach twisted into knots as she took in his appearance.

He hold a chest with a twisted smile, and Harry knew she was in for another round of hell. She didn't know how much more of this she could take, but she had ****. Erza had made it clear that she was his to use as he saw fit, and if that meant enduring the twisted desires of men like Tlyer, then she would have to love her new line of work.

The man set the chest down on the floor with a thunk, and Harry felt a shiver run down her spine as he approached the bed. "I've heard that you was new," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. "I can't wait to see what you're made of, little whore."

With trembling hands, Harry wiped away the last traces of her previous encounter, trying to compose herself for what was to come. She had no idea what this man's kink was, but she knew it would be something she had never encountered before. Erza had given her a brief overview of the different tastes of his clients, but she had never imagined it could get so kinky.

"In this trunk is your greatest fear. A boggart. I know a dumb slut like you probably didn't even graduate your wizarding school, but I'm sure you know what that is," Tlyer said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Harry nodded, her heart racing as she recalled the creatures from her days at Hogwart, beings that took the form of one's deepest fears.

She didn't want to face a dementor, a creature that could suck out her soul. But here she was, about to confront a boggart. Harry took a deep breath and steeled herself for the horrors she knew would come out of the chest. "Open it," Tlyer ordered, his voice thick with anticipation. Harry reached out, her hand shaking, and lifted the lid. As she had no wand to protect herself.

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