Fate's Rewrite

It didn't take us a long time to return to our room. Susan was silent as we walked, trying to process her shock of what had almost happened. Only after we arrived in the living room, she spoke. "Thank you…" she whispered in a soft tone. "I don't want to imagine what would have happened if you weren't there."

"It was my honor, sweetheart," I answered in a kind tone. I decided to lean into the heroic angle since I had already saved her. "I felt suspicious when I couldn't see Nott in class, so I followed him. Luckily, I was able to arrive just in time."

"Yes, you did," she murmured back, a smile flickering on her face, pushing back the gloom momentarily. Meanwhile, I led her toward the couch, and she sat down. I didn't join her on the couch, but instead walked to the back of the couch, and put my hands on her shoulders. "W-what are you doing?" she stammered.

"Giving you a massage, you need to relax after what had happened," I said even as I squeezed her shoulders gently, using the skills I had perfected over numerous activities on Fleur and Hermione. At first, she was stiff regardless of my skill, which was, considering the little treat I had forced from her back earlier in the morning, rather understandable.

"No… need…" she murmured a minute later, but this time, the shaking of her voice was not really about the fear or stress. No, her voice was colored with the familiar tones of arousal. It surprised me a bit, honestly, as I wasn't expecting her to react that quickly, not even considering I had played the amazing hero and saved her from a rather ignoble fate.

Maybe she liked the morning treat more than I had assumed. Suddenly feeling curious about what she had been doing in my room after I have left, I discreetly pulled my wand and cast a spell, tapping into the security measures. I reflected the view to the wall behind Susan, not wanting her to see it, at least not before I made sure about the content.

I didn't watch for long, just enough to check what Susan was doing in my absence, only to meet with a naughtier view than I had expected. I stopped it, because watching it together with Susan was far too interesting to miss.

"How do you feel?" I asked after a cute moan escaped her mouth, almost ten minutes after the massage started.

"Good," she whispered, which was an intentional choice, as she tried to hide the signs of her arousal, only to fail spectacularly.

"I'm sure it will feel even better if you remove the robe. It's rather bulky, so it's keeping me from showing the full extent of my skills," I mentioned casually, but made no move to actually do so. She trembled, but stayed motionless for a while, almost making me write-off that approach. So, when her shaky fingers started unbuttoning her shirt, I was pleasantly surprised.

Of course, my pleasant surprise turned rather overwhelming when Susan didn't stop with her robe, and unbuttoned her shirt as well. Moreover, the more she unbuttoned, the surer her movements were turning out to be. I licked my lips at the amazing view of her tits, forced into a tight bra. Yes, I had seen them naked, even received a titjob from them just an hour ago, but that didn't prevent me from being fascinated by their amazing capabilities.

"Good idea," I said casually even as I put my hands on her naked shoulders, but this time, stopping for a moment to conjure some massage oil. The hot but comfortable sensation it created made her tremble even worse. I slowly caressed her neck and shoulders, until she was unable to keep her moans under control, her nipples hard enough to cut through her thick bra.

"Why don't you lay down, so I can continue with your back," I said even as I looked down at her tits, enjoying the sight of their firmness despite their size, once again fantasizing about squeezing them. Patience, I repeated in my mind. I didn't want to waste the opportunity created by my heroics and her preexisting arousal by acting in a hurry.

"Okay," she murmured as she immediately followed my order, laying on the couch face down, which, unfortunately, hid the amazing sight of her breasts. However, in compensation, I could see her ass, which was second only to her breasts. Her skirt was rather thick and loose, but the current position more than compensated for it, especially considering her skirt rolled up as she lay down. I wondered whether she missed that, or she wanted to give me a glimpse of her thick yet still beautiful thighs.

I moved on the other side of the couch, and lay my hands on the beautiful expanse of her back, covering it with massage oil, something she enjoyed greatly if her lack of a whisper was any indicator. "Do you mind if I watch something as I massaged you?" I said.

"No," she answered immediately, though it came more like a moan. A beautiful moan that tightened my pants greatly.

"Excellent," I said and waved my wand once more, and the wall once again turned into a TV screen, and the view of my room played out.

Susan's muscles stiffened under my fingers. "W-what's that?" she asked panickedly, but when she tried to rise, my hands prevented her from doing so.

"Nothing much, I'm just checking the security feed of my room," I said, chuckling at her panic. "I trust you, of course, but better safe than sorry," I said. Normally, I would have started the scene from her amazing titjob as a reminder, but considering the glimpses of her naughtiness when she was alone, I was willing to make an exception.

"B-but-" she stammered, but I cut her off by pressing at a particularly annoying knot in her back, making her moan in relief. Not surprising that she was having back problems with her amazing tits. Even magic had its limits. Before she could gather herself, the view on the screen changed when the bathroom door opened, and Susan walked in, wearing nothing but a small towel that displayed her assets to the best of her ability. "I didn't do anything, I swear," she gasped panickedly.

"Are you sure?" I asked even as she stood in the middle of the room, her expression familiar enough for me to recognize the arousal on her face.

"Yes, I swear!" she gasped panickedly, but I kept my hands over her shoulders, preventing her from standing up while continued to massage her. "I didn't do anything to your room, or snooped on you!"

"That, I believe," I said with a chuckle, which made Susan look at me in confusion. "I never said you have done anything to my room, or browsed among my papers. Still, I'm willing to bet that you have done something in my room. Isn't that right?"

She was about to argue, when her eyes widened as the realization hit. "You know," she gasped in shock.

"Let's say that I have my suspicions," I said, and even as I said that, my fingers found the hook of her bra, snapping it open with a lazy flick. She didn't resist as I pulled her bra off her body, leaving her back naked for my attention. "Let's watch."

Susan blushed prettily as the recording of her suddenly pulled her wand, and conjured a dildo of decent size before walking toward my bed, her towel slipping halfway, revealing her naked body. "You're beautiful," I whispered into her ear as the recording of her parted her legs, giving me a full-frontal view of her beautiful body before she slowly slipped the conjured toy inside her.

As we watched her slowly play with her toy, I moved lower and lower, covering her back with massage oil as I massaged her. When I arrived at the border created by her skirt, she raised her hips up almost reflexively, already accepting my touch.

Rather than removing her skirt, I moved onto her legs, and started climbing up from her calves. As I arrived at the lower part of her thighs, her ass rose reflexively, revealing the sight of her lovely white panties. They were a bit boring, but considering the treasures hidden behind their bland facade, I was willing to give Susan a pass.

I was tempted to throw the rest of the plan away and push my face between her thick thighs, my heart pounding hard. Susan said nothing, just moaning as I climbed upward more and more, her legs parting wider, her wetness visible through her panties. She was in the mood, a fact that was collaborated by her lack of reaction when I pulled her skirt down, leaving her panties as her only piece of cloth on her body.

As I focused on her thighs, the recording of her was already pushing toward a climax, one of her hands mauling her own tits while the other directed her dildo. What surprised me further was her cries, uttering my name again and again. "Oh, Susan," I whispered even as I put my hands on her delicious derriere, the generous application of massage oil turning her panties transparent. "I'm sorry that I left you in such a need. You should have just told me, sweetie, and I would have skipped breakfast."

"I… not…" she murmured, trying to recover the situation, but considering the evidence playing in front of our eyes, it was impossible to deny. Though, considering she was naked and currently being molested by me, nothing would change even if she could have convinced me that the recordings were a complete lie.

"Sure," I said, even as my fingers reached down and slipped under her panties, sinking into her generous ass. She squirmed and moaned as I enjoyed the generous flesh of her ass. "Oh yes, you little tease," I whispered when a particularly loud moan escaped her mouth, followed by a disappointed one when I pulled back, leaving her panties in place. Luckily, I had other ideas. "Turn around," I ordered.

The whimper that escaped her mouth was beautiful, especially when she didn't lose even a second before following my order, revealing her beautiful tits for my gaze once more. I squirted another generous blob of massage oil into my hands before starting working on her stomach. Meanwhile, her eyes were stuck on the generous bulge in my trousers, her lips parted readily, no doubt remembering the details of our morning encounter. Happily, if the suggestive way her tongue danced on her lips was any indicator.

As she watched, my hands moved. One of them reached her arm, while the other climbed toward her breasts. Her excitement was overwhelmingly obvious, though she gasped impatiently when I skipped her breasts to work on her collarbones. "Please," she whimpered.

"Don't be impatient, Susan," I ordered even as I slowly massaged her arms, occasionally letting a couple of drops of massage oil to fall on her breasts, spreading over her nipples, but carefully avoided touching. Playing with her slowly was too amusing to skip.

When her arms were finished, I skipped her breasts once more, once again traveling lower, passing her cute stomach quickly until I reached her buttocks once more, squeezing to enjoy their softness, large enough to spill from my hands. Her panties were drenched in massage oil, clenching her body like a second skin, hiding nothing. She didn't seem concerned with it, which was understandable considering the view that was playing on the wall in a loop, revealing all of her secrets. So, she only enjoyed as I massaged her cheeks.

"So lovely," I murmured in appreciation as I devoured the view, then, slowly removed her panties, her moans getting louder as I dragged them lower. "But it's time for the real event," I said as my hands climbed upward, and finally sinking into the firm expanse of her breasts. "So fucking lovely," I repeated. "So big, yet so firm. You're a treasure, honey," I gasped in fascination.

"P-please…" she stammered in shock, somehow managing to blush even more. Apparently, openly complimenting her somehow triggered her more clearly than being completely naked while watching the recording of her latest masturbation scene.

"Please what, honey?" I said with a chuckle. "Please stop? Because I can accommodate it if that's what you really want. I'm not going to force you to anything," I said, which was only true because she was showing no ability to resist my softer approaches, making a harder approach unnecessary overkill.

"No!" she gasped in shock.

"Then, what?" I asked even as I savored the sensation of her huge tits, my hands dancing over it to embrace the sensation. I smiled at the sensation. Here she was, one of the most popular dreams of every boy in the school, lying in front of me wearing nothing but massage oil on her glistening body, trying to gather her courage for action.

"Please… Take me…" she managed to whisper, her eyes closed.

"Take you what way, sweetie?" I asked even as I leaned forward, pressing my lips over her tits, sucking and licking with great fervor, the dance of my tongue making it even harder for her to speak.

She might be brave enough to lay in front of me, naked, but she wasn't brave enough to open her mouth and ask me to fuck her. However, she was smart enough to find a walk-around, and she reached for my pants, quickly freeing my shaft from the oppressive grasp of my underwear. She trailed her fingertips over my shaft until she arrived at my balls, then raked them upward once more. Then, she grabbed my shaft determinedly, moving up and down at a determined pace, trying to tempt me to the next step.

"Excellent initiative," I said as she pumped it with her hand as I continued to lick and bite her beautiful tits, my hands freely caressing the rest of her body. "However, you still need to tell me what you want next," I said.

She continued pumping my shaft, but despite her lips opening and closing repeatedly, no word left her mouth. She looked so cute at that moment that I chose to leave her tits in favor of kissing her heatedly. The sudden intimacy caught her in surprise, but I stretched the soft kiss rather than trying to invade her mouth with an aggressive tongue assault. She soon started responding, her lips as gentle as mine, which contrasted greatly with her aggressive pumping, or the enthusiastic way her back arched, making her tits look even better -something I would have assumed to be impossible.

Her only reaction was to quicken her kiss when one of my hands slid down her stomach and arrived at the treasure between her legs, giving a soft caress. She moaned even louder despite my lips trying to muffle her.

Then, I pulled back without a warning, leaving her shocked. "Sit on the sofa," I ordered before she could say anything, and her green eyes reflected arousal as she immediately followed my order. "Spread those lovely legs," I added, and she followed it just as quick, long surrendered to her fate. Her knees fell open, revealing her wetness for my gaze.

"Now, sweetie," I said as I hovered above her, licking my lips in anticipation. "Why don't we try again. What do you want me to do?"

She took a deep breath, trying to contain her emotions, shame and arousal putting a raging battle. I used the opportunity to enjoy her beauty, her sexy curves and her smooth skin beautiful enough to make her an avatar of the goddess of love and fertility.

"Fuck me, please," she finally whispered, declaring the victory for her arousal.

"As you wish, sweetie," I said as I took a step forward, only to hear the door opening…