Chapter 43
by 
Yelawolf
Erza...
Without any passion, rip off her underwear and fuck Harry Potter
Erza's movements were swift and decisive as he tore away the last piece of Harry's dignity: her underwear. The fabric ripped with a harsh sound that echoed in the small, dingy room, leaving Harry's most intimate parts exposed to the cold, unforgiving air. Harry's eyes were wide with a mix of horror and a strange, burgeoning arousal she couldn't control.
He positioned himself between Harry's legs, his cock thick and erect, slapping it against her thigh with a wet smack. Harry felt her breath catch in her throat as Erza's hand gripped her hip, his nails digging in just enough to make her aware of his power. His other hand slid down to her pussy, his fingers coated in her own juices as he began to spread her open.
The anticipation was almost unbearable as Harry felt the tip of Erza's cock nudging at her entrance. Despite the fear, she was wet, her body betraying her mind with a **** need for release. Erza took advantage of her slickness, pushing inch by inch into her until Harry was fully impaled, her eyes rolling back in her head from the mix of pleasure and pain.
He began to thrust with a slow, deliberate rhythm, watching Harry's reactions with a smug smirk. Harry's legs were shaking, her nails digging into the bedspread as she tried to find purchase, her mind reeling from the sensations flooding through her. It was as if she were being torn apart and put back together again with each movement of Erza's hips.
"You're such a whore. You will crave this," Erza whispered into Harry's ear as he began to increase his pace, the smack of flesh against flesh echoing through the room. Harry's body responded involuntarily, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her inner muscles tightening around him as she neared climax. She couldn't help the whimpers of pleasure that escaped her lips, much to Erza's amusement.