Chapter 9

It's a new day as the evening light filters through the high windows of the seventh floor, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Iris stands by the window, her red hair catching the last rays of the sun, auburn highlights shimmering like fire. She turns as you approach, her green eyes lighting up with anticipation.

"Draco," she greets you, as she rushes to your arms giving you a lingering kiss. Iris pulls away, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I've been waiting for you," she says.

You wrap your arms around Iris, your hands cupping the firm curves of her ass, pulling her close. The fabric of her skirt bunches slightly under your grasp. You lean in, your breath warm against her ear as you whisper, "Iris, are you ready?"

Her breath hitches at your words, her body tensing in your embrace. Iris looks at you, her eyes wide and sparkling with a mixture of fear and excitement. "I...yes, Draco," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

You take a step back from Iris, your hands releasing their hold on her. With a confident stride, you begin to pace the length of the corridor, while thinking 'I need a room for an intimate rendezvous.' the sound of your footsteps echoing off the stone walls. One, two, three – on the third pass, you stop, turning to face the wall as a door appears. You approach the newly formed door, its dark wood carved with intricate symbols. With a gentle push, the door swings open, revealing a room bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The air inside is warm and carries a hint of rose and jasmine, a scent that seems to relax Iris as she steps inside behind you. The room within is a stark contrast to the corridors of Hogwarts. The walls are draped with rich, velvet curtains. A large canopy bed dominates the space, its posts carved from dark wood that twists and turns like the branches of an enchanted forest.

You stride toward the bed, the plush carpet beneath your feet muffling your steps removing your robes and underwear as you go. The mattress is firm yet yielding as you sit, the rustle of the bedcovers a whisper in the quiet room. You lean back against the headboard, propping yourself up on the mountain of silken pillows.

"Strip for me Iris." You say while asking the room for some ambient music.

The room responds to your request, a soft melody filling the space, the notes of a lyre intertwining with the gentle rhythm of a harp. The music seems to envelop you both, setting the stage for the intimate act to come.

Iris looks at you, her green eyes filled with determination. She swallows hard, her hands moving to her robes. As Iris begins to undress, the candlelight dances across her skin, casting a warm glow that makes her seem almost ethereal. Her fingers tremble slightly as she unties the sash of her robe, letting the heavy fabric slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. She stands before you in her uniform, the white shirt and grey skirt a stark contrast to the magical ambiance of the room.

"Good girl, Iris." Iris blushes at your praise, her fingers moving to the buttons of her shirt. Each button undone reveals a bit more of her porcelain skin, the valley between her breasts coming into view. She slips the shirt off, her movements deliberate, and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. Her breasts spill free, full and round with pert nipples that harden in the cool air of the room. Iris stands before you, her chest heaving slightly as she breathes in the scented air. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, pushing it down over her hips along with her underwear. She steps out of the garments, now fully undressed, her body bathed in the warm candlelight. Iris's skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, her nervousness evident but mixed with potion-fueled anticipation. Her gaze never leaves yours as she stands there, vulnerably naked, the green of her eyes reflecting the candlelight like gemstones.

You take a moment to drink in the sight of her, your eyes tracing the curves of her body. "Come here, Iris."

Iris steps forward, her movements a little unsteady. The light catches the wetness glistening on her inner thighs, a clear sign of her arousal. Her breath hitches as she closes the distance between you, the scent of her arousal mingling with the aroma of the room.

Iris swallows hard again, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She moves toward the bed, her steps measured and deliberate. The mattress dips under her weight as she climbs onto the bed, her hands planted firmly on the sheets. She straddles you, her knees on either side of your hips, the heat of her core pressing against your hard member.

"Go ahead, Iris." Iris nods, her hands trembling as she positions herself above you. She bites her lower lip, a gesture that combines both innocence and the burgeoning sensuality that the potion has awakened within her. With a deep breath, she reaches down, her fingers wrapping around your shaft. She guides you to her entrance, the tip of your member pressing against her wet folds.

She starts to lower herself onto you, her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the pain. The initial resistance of her virginity is evident, but the potion has ensured that any pain is transformed into pleasure. With a slow, measured descent, she feels the stretch as you begin to enter her. A gasp escapes her lips. The sound of her gasp echoes in the room, mingling with the soft crackling of the candle flames. Iris's body trembles with the effort of accommodating you, her fingers digging into the sheets for purchase. The potion works its magic, dulling the sharp sting of her hymen giving way and replacing it with a warmth that spreads through her abdomen.

"Breathe, Iris." You remind her gently, your voice a lifeline amidst the storm of sensations. Iris nods, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. She inhales deeply, her chest rising and falling as she finally manages to regulate her breathing. The tension in her body eases slightly, allowing her to continue her descent. As Iris gradually adjusts to the new sensation of your intrusion, her grip on the sheets loosens. Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a mixture of vulnerability and growing confidence. The candlelight dances across her face, casting shadows that accentuate the contours of her features.

The candlelight reveals a slight bulge on Iris's abdomen, the slight outline of your shaft visible beneath her skin. It's a testament to the intimacy of the moment, a physical manifestation of the bond being forged between you. Iris feels it too, her eyes widening as she looks down at the unusual sight. Her hand instinctively moves to touch the spot, her fingers tracing the shape of you inside her.

"It's..." Focus on the sensation, Iris," you murmur, your hands moving to rest on her hips. Iris nods, her attention drawn back to the task at hand. She takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness, the sensation of being stretched around you. The potion's influence is clear as her discomfort morphs into a warm, pulsating pleasure. A soft moan escapes her lips as she begins to move, tentatively at first, then with increasing confidence. As Iris starts to ride you, her movements are hesitant, guided by the potion's influence and her burgeoning desire. The room fills with the sound of her soft moans and the rustle of the bedsheets. Her hands find your chest, using it for leverage as she gradually increases her rhythm. The candlelight casts a warm glow on her skin, highlighting the sheen of perspiration that has begun to form on her brow.

You lean up, your lips meeting hers in a heated kiss. The action is both a distraction and an encouragement, a way to deepen the connection between you two. Iris responds with fervor, her lips parting to allow your tongue to explore the warmth of her mouth. The taste of her is intoxicating. As your lips lock and your hands roam over her body, Iris's movements become more fluid and more confident. Her hips rock against yours, the potion-induced pleasure guiding her instinctively. The bulge in her abdomen shifts with her movements, a tangible sign of your union.

Your hands find her breasts.

Your fingers trace circles around her nipples. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure through Iris, eliciting a series of soft gasps from her. Her movements become more deliberate, each rock of her hips now driven by the growing need within her. As you continue to kiss Iris, your hands explore her body with a practiced ease. You squeeze her breasts, feeling their supple weight in your palms. Iris moans into the kiss, her hips moving faster as her arousal intensifies.

Iris leans back, her hands bracing against your chest for support. The change in position allows her to increase her pace, the sound of her bouncing on your dick echoing in the room. Her large breasts sway with each movement, the sight adding to the erotic spectacle unfolding before you. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, the pleasure building within her. The room grows warmer as Iris's pace quickens, her breaths turning into soft pants that fill the air. The sight of her, flushed and eager, is mesmerizing. You can feel the tension building within her, the potion's effects merging with her natural desires.

Iris's green eyes lock onto yours, a silent communication passing between you.

As Iris continues to ride you with increasing urgency, you can feel the tide of your release rising. Her body moves with an almost **** need, her hips grinding against yours with each downward thrust. The room is filled with the scent of sex and the sweet, earthy aroma of the plants surrounding you.

With a final, powerful surge, you both reach your climax. As you cum together, a surge of warmth floods through both of you. Your seed spills into her, marking her as yours in the most primal way possible. Iris gasps, her body shuddering as she experiences the intensity of her orgasm, her walls clenching around you, milking every last drop of your essence.

For a moment, the world seems to stand still. The echoes of your shared climax reverberate through the stillness of the room. Iris collapses onto your chest, her breath hot against your skin.

You lie there, the rhythm of your breathing syncing with each other.

Iris lifts herself off you, her movements slow. Your softening penis, glistening with your combined juices, slips out of her well-fucked pussy. A mixture of your cum and her virginal fluids trickles down her inner thighs, a tangible testament to the intimate act that just transpired.

Iris, her cheeks flushed and her breathing still ragged from her recent orgasm looks at you with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity. Without a word, she slowly moves down your body, her long red hair brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her green eyes never leave yours as she positions herself between your legs. With a soft sigh, Iris leans forward, her tongue darting out to tentatively lick the remnants of your shared pleasure from your semi-erect penis. The salty taste seems to perk her up, as she closes her eyes and continues her task with a newfound determination, her movements deliberate and thorough.

Iris finished licking your penis clean and, still in the afterglow of her deflowering, looks at you with a contented sigh. Her hand, almost of its own accord, drifts down to her thighs. She collects the sticky mixture of your combined fluids that has started to drip down her legs. Bringing her fingers to her lips. Iris parts her lips and slips her cum-coated fingers into her mouth. She sucks gently, tasting the essence of your union. Her green eyes, still locked onto yours, hold a complex blend of emotions - mainly satisfaction and contentment.

"You're such a good cum slut, Iris," you say, your voice a low, approving rumble. The words hang in the air, a testament to the transformation she's undergone since that first dose of the potion. Iris's cheeks color at your words, her eyes darting away momentarily before returning to meet your gaze.

As you sit up, You reach out, your fingers gently brushing against Iris's flushed cheek. "You've done well, Iris," you say, your voice carrying an undertone of pride. "It's time you receive your next reward."

Iris looks at you, her green eyes wide with anticipation.

You shift your position, The soft rustle of the sheets against your skin fills the room. "Iris," you command, your voice firm yet gentle, "lie down on your stomach."

Iris obeys, her movements fluid and graceful. She stretches out on the bed, her head resting on her folded arms.

You maneuver yourself to sit comfortably on Iris's thighs, the warmth of her body seeping into yours. Your hands, firm yet gentle, rest on the rounded curves of her ass, Iris squirms slightly under your weight, a soft gasp escaping her lips as your hands massage her bare cheeks.

The Room of Requirement, ever obliging, shifts around you, the air shimmering with magic. In response to your need, a small, crystal vial of lube materializes in your hand, its contents clear and viscous.

With a practiced flick of your wrist, you uncork the vial and pour a generous amount of the slick, clear substance onto your right hand. The lube is cool against your skin. The rest of the lube, you apply between Iris's ass cheeks, your fingers gliding effortlessly over her skin. Iris gives a small moan at the sensation.

With your left hand, you continue, massaging the lube around her asshole before using your lubed-up right hand to slip a finger inside her ass.

Your finger slides in easily, the lube facilitating the intrusion. Iris's body tenses for a moment before relaxing into the unfamiliar sensation. Her gasps fill the room, a symphony of surprise and pleasure. You gently work your finger in and out of Iris's ass, her body squirming beneath you with each movement. The room is filled with the sound of her soft gasps.

Keeping your movements slow and deliberate, you ease a second finger alongside the first, stretching Iris's asshole. The lube does its job well, reducing friction to a minimum. Iris's breath hitches as she adjusts to the increased fullness. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

"Relax, Iris," you murmur, your voice a soothing balm against her tension.

As you continue to work your fingers in and out of Iris's asshole, you can feel her relaxing, her body becoming more pliant under your touch. The lube, combined with your patient ministrations, ensures that her body readily accepts the intrusion. The rhythmic motion of your fingers pistoning in and out of Iris's ass is hypnotic, her moans and gasps providing a live soundtrack to the lewd act. You watch, fascinated, as her body responds to your touch, her muscles clenching and relaxing around your digits.

You wait for the right moment, feeling the ebb and flow of Iris's pleasure under your fingertips. As her body relaxes and her breathing evens out, you take it as a sign to proceed. You add more lube to your fingers, ensuring that the entrance is well-coated before you attempt to insert a third finger.

The stretching sensation intensifies for Iris as the third finger joins the other two. She whimpers, her body arching off the bed as she tries to accommodate the increased girth. You pause, giving her time to adjust. Her breaths come in short, sharp gasps, her green eyes wide. She nods, a silent signal for you to continue. With that signal, you slowly resume your movements, the three fingers now working in sync to gently stretch Iris's asshole. Her initial discomfort gradually gives way to a look of dazed wonder as her body adapts to the sensation, her muscles clenching around your fingers in a rhythmic dance. As Iris's body relaxes into the rhythm of your fingers, you can see the tension leaving her face. Her whimpers turn into moans of pleasure, her hips subtly rocking in time with your movements. The room is filled with the scent of lube and the sounds of Iris's enjoyment.

You lean down, your lips grazing her ear. "You're doing so well, Iris." The words you whisper seem to ignite something within Iris. Her moans grow louder, more uninhibited. The sound of her pleasure fills the room, mixing with the rustling of the bedsheets and the wet sounds of your fingers working in and out of her ass.

You can feel her body starting to tighten around your fingers, a sign that she is nearing her limit. You monitor Iris's reactions closely, attuned to the subtleties of her responses. The addition of the third finger has brought her to a new threshold, and you can sense the growing intensity of her pleasure. Her green eyes are now wide and filled with desire. Her breaths are ragged, each exhale a soft moan that echoes in the room. As Iris's body tightens around your fingers, you can see the flush of arousal creeping up her neck, painting her cheeks a soft pink. Her lips part, forming a perfect 'O' as she gasps for air. The scent of her arousal mingles with the lube, creating a heady aroma that fills the room.

"Draco," she breathes out, her voice trembling with need.

You withdraw your fingers slowly, allowing Iris a moment to register the absence of the intrusive digits. Her eyes flutter open, a question forming on her lips, but before she can voice it, you replace your fingers with something far more substantial.

The head of your cock, slick with lube, presses against her newly stretched opening. You watch her face closely. Her eyes widen, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation flickering in her green irises. You pause, giving her a moment to adjust to the new sensation. The room is silent except for the ragged breaths echoing off the stone walls. Iris's body tenses beneath you, her hands balling the sheets into tight fists.

"Relax, Iris," you murmur, your hand gently stroking her thigh. "I'll go slow."

Her breath hitches as she nods, forcing herself to release the tension in her body. As Iris relaxes, you slowly push forward, the head of your cock breaching her tight opening. She gasps, her body momentarily stiffening before she forces herself to breathe and relax once more. You inch deeper, her body yielding to the intrusion, the lube easing your way.

Iris's eyes are wide, her breathing rapid as she stares at you over her shoulder. "Draco." You pause at her whisper, your gaze locked with hers. "I'm here, Iris," you assure her, your voice steady, a counterpoint to her ragged breaths.

Carefully, you lean forward, your hands braced on either side of her torso, your body poised above her. The position allows you to watch her every expression, to gauge her reaction to each careful thrust as you slowly work your way deeper. The walls of the Room of Requirement echo with the sounds of Iris's soft gasps and the rustle of movement against the sheets. You maintain a steady rhythm, each thrust measured and deliberate. Iris's eyes are wide, a flush creeping across her cheeks as she adjusts. Her lips part in a silent gasp, her green eyes locked onto yours.

You feel the familiar tension in Iris's body, a coiling spring ready to release. Her eyes, wide and locked onto yours, shimmer with unshed tears of overwhelming sensation. The flush on her cheeks deepens to a crimson hue, and her lips parted in silent gasps, quiver with each deliberate thrust. Iris's body, now accustomed to your girth, moves in tandem with your rhythm. The lube, a magical concoction from the Room itself, ensures that the friction between you is just right—enough to drive her to the brink, but not enough to cause discomfort.

As you continue the rhythm, Iris's body begins to tremble. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her mouth opens in a silent cry. The sound that finally escapes her is a high, keening wail that echoes off the stone walls of the Room of Requirement. Her muscles clamp down around you, an involuntary spasm that sends ripples of pleasure coursing through your own body. You feel the intensity of Iris's orgasm as it wracks her body. Her fingers clutch at the bedsheets, twisting the fabric as waves of ecstasy crash over her. The room fills with the scent of magic and the sound of Iris's ragged breathing as she rides out the aftershocks of her climax.

Her green eyes, glassy with pleasure, find yours. A small smile plays on your lips as you watch Iris come down from her high. You slow your movements, giving her time to bask in the afterglow.

With the initial waves of her climax ebbing away, Iris lies beneath you, her body relaxed and sated. Her green eyes, still glassy with the remnants of pleasure, regard you with a mixture of trust and a newfound awareness of her desires. You withdraw slightly, the motion drawing a soft sigh from Iris. The lube, still slick on your skin, glistens under the soft magical luminescence of the Room of Requirement. You take a moment to appreciate the sight before you as you flip her onto her over—Iris, her red hair splayed across the pillow, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and her body open and willing beneath you.

"Ready for more, Iris?"

Your hands, deft and sure, slide under Iris's legs, just above the knees. With a gentle yet firm pressure, you push her legs up and towards her chest. Iris's body folds in half, her face flushing a deeper shade of red as the new position opens her up even more to you. The vulnerability of her pose is palpable.

Still slick from the magical lube, you guide your cock toward the small, puckered opening of Iris's ass. You slide in and notice you're fully sheathed inside Iris rather easily. Iris gasps as you enter her, the sound bouncing off the stone walls of the Room of Requirement. The new angle and depth cause her eyes to widen, a mixture of surprise and pleasure crossing her face. Her hands grip the bedsheets tighter, the knuckles turning white.

As you begin to thrust, your eyes lock with Iris's. There's a fiery intensity in her green gaze, a reflection of the raw power and control you wield over her body and desires. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Iris's breathy gasps. Each thrust sends a shockwave of sensation through both of you, the magic in the air amplifying every touch, every moan, every gasp. You maintain a relentless pace, your hips pistoning as you drive into Iris. Her body rocks with the **** of your thrusts, her green eyes wide and locked onto yours.

Iris's breath hitches with each powerful thrust, her body yielding to your demands. The room is filled with the musk of sex. The stone walls of the Room of Requirement seem to pulse with the energy you and Iris are creating. Her green eyes, wide and unblinking, are fixed on yours.

As you continue to fuck her, Iris's body becomes a conduit for the raw, primal energy that fills the room. Her green eyes, usually so clear, are now clouded with a lustful haze, her gaze never wavering from yours. The sight of her like this, her body folded and ****, her legs pinned near her torso, only serves to fuel your desire.

As your movements grow more forceful, Iris's body jolts with each thrust. Her green eyes, now reflect a **** need, a testament to the potent magic of the potion and your prowess. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, punctuating the rhythmic symphony of flesh on flesh.

Your hands, which had been gently roaming over Iris's body, now move with a more primal urgency. They claim her breasts, your fingers digging into the soft flesh. Iris's breath catches in her throat as you squeeze. The room, once filled with whispers and gentle moans, now echoes with the sounds of raw, unbridled lust.

You lean in, pinning Iris further into the plush mattress, your body weight pressing her into submission. Her green eyes, glazed with lust, betray a flicker of surprise at the increased ****, but there's no fear, only trust, and a deep, unyielding need. With one final, powerful thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt in Iris's ass, the base of your cock pressed firmly against her. The sensation of her tight muscles clenching around you pushes you over the edge. You can feel the magic humming in the air, mingling with the raw energy of your climax. As you reach the peak of your pleasure, you let out a low, guttural growl, your fingers tightening around Iris's breasts. You can feel your hot release spilling deep into Iris, a sensation that amplifies your climax, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

The intensity of the moment leaves you both breathless, the echo of your climax reverberating through the vastness of the Room of Requirement. As you slowly withdraw from Iris, you can't help but notice the way her body shivers.

Panting heavily you fall next to her, you pull Iris close, your arms encircling her as you both lie on the soft, canopied bed. The scent of sex and the faintest hint of sweat mingle in the air, a testament to the intensity of your tryst. Iris, still flushed and breathless, nestles into the crook of your arm, her body fitting perfectly against yours.

"You belong to me, Iris," you murmur into her hair, your voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "Now and forever." Iris stirs, her green eyes meeting yours, the lustful haze slowly clearing. Iris's lips part as if to speak, but the words seem to catch in her throat. Instead, she nods, her red hair brushing against your chest. The room, once buzzing with raw energy, now feels still, the aftermath of your shared passion hanging heavy in the air.