Cum Toilet took the Book

Note: All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.

When the door of Madam Malkin’s shop closed behind Draco, his three **** girls remained standing on the busy street of Diagon Alley. Their eyes almost simultaneously fell on the worn notebook lying on the stone slabs right at the threshold — small, unremarkable, but full of destructive power.

Tit Whore noticed it first, but in the next instant her heavy, swollen tits demanded attention again. The girl instinctively grabbed them with her hands and started milking herself into the silver buckets. Thick white streams loudly slapped against the metal, and her gaze grew hazy from the familiar, aching mix of pleasure and shame. She couldn’t even focus properly on the book — the milk was flowing too heavily, and her mind had already grown used to the constant, humiliating service.

Idiot Bitch took a step forward, but as usual her body betrayed her. Her foot caught on an uneven cobblestone, and the girl fell flat on her ass with a loud squeal right in the middle of the street. Her microskirt rode up, completely exposing her smooth, wet pussy. She looked around in confusion, searching for the book, but passersby had already started laughing at her latest clumsy moment, which only deepened her humiliation.

Sperm Toilet stood a little to the side, her heart pounding. She took an uncertain step toward her Master’s lost possession. Deep in her mind, where faint remnants of the old will still lingered, a **** thought flashed: This is a chance. A real chance to fix everything, to return the world to normal, to become… who? She froze. Memories clashed inside her like two souls in one body. Vague images flickered before her eyes: she had been someone else. Tall. A man. Harry Potter. A hero. But those images already felt alien, blurred, like an old, faded dream. The new reality — warm, wet, full of humiliating desire — felt far more vivid. Did she even want that? Did she want to go back? Or… did she want Draco to finally look at her with real affection? To love her, use her, fill her again and again?

At that thought her pussy clenched traitorously and gushed, a thin trickle running down the inside of her thigh. Sperm Toilet shuddered. She knew her Master would be furious if he saw her touching his personal item. But the desire to become something more to him — not just a cum hole, but something truly valuable — overpowered the fear.

The girl bent down and picked up the notebook with trembling fingers. The leather cover felt warm, almost alive. She opened it and froze, staring at Draco’s latest entries — his neat, arrogant handwriting listing all the rules, all the changes he had made to the world.

A real storm erupted in her head. The old Harry Potter tried to break through the thick fog of lust and submission, screaming, demanding she stop. But Sperm Toilet, the new entity, greedily wanted to write her own desire. Her hand, gripping the quill that had somehow appeared attached to the book, shook violently. The ink already touched the page, ready to capture the first line.

Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst. Tears mixed with a drop of saliva on her lips. She stood on the threshold — between the old life she barely remembered and the new one, where she was nothing but her Master’s ****, cum-addicted whore.