Feel the cold cock press at her entrance

The world narrowed to the single point of contact where the impossible cold of the dementor's phallus pressed against the slick, heated entrance of her pussy. It was a violation of physics, a collision of absolutes. The sudden, intense cold against her most sensitive flesh made her gasp, the sound torn from her throat and swallowed by the oppressive silence of the room.

Tlyer's grip on her hair tightened, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with a feverish, manic excitement. He was feeding on her fear, breathing it in like the finest perfume.

The dementor didn't thrust. It pressed forward with an inexorable, glacier-like pressure. The cold didn't just spread across her skin; it seemed to penetrate her, a creeping frost that stole the moisture from her inner walls, leaving a trail of raw, hypersensitive nerves in its wake. It wasn't painful in the way a sharp impact was, but a deep, cellular agony, a feeling of being turned to stone from the inside out. Her body, slick with her willing arousal, should have made the entry easier, but the creature's unearthly nature seemed to absorb her heat, to negate her body's natural function.

"Breathe it in," Tlyer commanded, his face inches from hers. "Let the fear fill you."

He let go of her hair, his hands moving to roughly grope her swinging breasts, his calloused fingers pinching and pulling at her already-abused nipples. The sharp, hot pain was a lifeline, a jolt of reality in the face of the soul-deep cold invading her. He slap her face. "Feel full don't you."

She tried to pull away, a primal, instinctual reaction, but the dementor's skeletal hands held her hips in an unbreakable grip, its phallus burying itself deeper. It was an unholy baptism, a plunge into an abyss of despair made manifest.

She could feel the last flicker of her happy memories, Dumbledore's twinkling eyes, the Weasleys' unconditional love, Hedwig's soft hoot, being extinguished one by one, replaced by a profound, hollow emptiness. Her mind wasn't just going blank, it was being actively hollowed out, leaving a cavernous void where hope once lived.

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