Nobody's Prefect
Part 2 of 2
by Sol Oliver aka solovn

The only sound disturbing the silence in the Room of Requirement was the sloppy rustling of two school robes engaged in enthusiastic love-making. Nigel glanced into the corner where they were rutting away, his and the comely Desi's shapes crashing into each other without pause. From where he sat he could see his counterpart's cloth cock slipping in and out of its partner's silky ass as it worked her from behind. Comical as the sight was, it had him half-hard, knowing it was caused by Desi's (and maybe his own, he permitted himself to think) sexual energy. Looking back at the witch herself, she didn't seem at all affected by the robes, by him, or anything else for that matter. She sat calmly opposite him on the couch, looking at nothing in particular. But Nigel thought he knew better.

Though he'd made up his mind about whether or not he would accept Desi's terms for being, as she put it, "at her disposal", for some reason he couldn't bring his mouth to speak the word. The growing sensation in his stomach seemed to be pushing up his throat and onto the root of his tongue, trying desperately to squeeze a sound out of him. What was holding him back? Maybe the fear that he'd fall short of expectations. Or perhaps he was afraid that he wasn't going to enjoy the experience. But he easily dismissed both of these. What really concerned him was that he knew if he accepted, he would be changed forever. 

Back In the corner, Desi's robe was taking control, throwing his own garment to the ground onto its back. Almost instantly Desi's cloth double dove on top, pinning him down as she impaled herself. From the edge of his vision, Nigel thought he saw Desi lick her lips.

"Yes," said Nigel, bracing himself.

But nothing happened. In fact, after a moment, Desi looked as bored as ever. Gone was any trace of lust or discomfort. Minutes went by, and still they sat on the couch as they had before. Had he taken too much time? Had she changed her mind? Did she expect *him* to do something? Nigel sat up, hoping it would provoke some reaction from her. Nada. He started to get up.

"Where are *you* going?" shot Desi, head snapping to face him. Nigel stumbled back onto the couch.

"I thought you didn't want--I mean, that I should--"

"I didn't say you could get up," she said, rising herself. Nigel looked up at her in awe. Although still wearing the same skirt and blouse, everything about her seemed new and more powerful. Every curve and angle of her body seemed capable of destroying him. Even her hair seemed to crackle with energy. Desi flicked her wand, and Nigel felt a sting on his cheek. "Don't do anything without my permission again. Understand?" Another flick, and another light slap.

"Yes, Desi."

The buxom witch smiled. He was learning quickly. And though his eyes registered mild fear, there was great excitement there, too. He was eager to be used up by her, and would even enjoy it. As much as she wanted to tear right into him, she knew it would be much more enjoyable in the end if she toyed with him first. She put her hands down on her thighs and slid them up her body, slowly and smoothly highlighting her hips, then her slightly rounded belly, then the shape of her breasts. The boy squirmed.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked in a cooing voice. "Answer honestly." 

Nigel wasn't certain if this was another trap, but he had to answer. "Yes, Desi," he said as he watched her feel herself up.

"I'm so glad," she said too-sweetly. Nigel swelled up as he watched Desi caressing her own breasts through her shirt, and she could see his pants bulging up. She put one arm out in front of her, even as she continued to work one of her tits through her blouse. Opening her hand palm up, she made a slight cradling gesture.

"Oh!" said Nigel as he felt something gently squeeze his balls.

"You like that, don't you?" said Desi, moving her hand in the air and causing Nigel to squirm.

"Yes...yes!"

She made a slight stroking motion with her hand, but could see that it was a little too much too soon. Desi moved her hand back onto her body. "Maybe I'll make you feel good later if you cooperate. In the mean time, you are not to touch yourself without my permission. Understood?"

"Yes, Desi."

Nigel was glad that she'd stopped touching him. Not because he didn't enjoy it, but because he wanted these feelings to last. Desi paced in front of him, a finger tapping her lips as she considered how best to get the most out of the boy. There was a *bang!* from across the room as the fornicating robes slammed up against a tall armoire.

"Of coursssse..." she said, walking to where the robes were. Nigel didn't dare follow her, but watched as she approached the sturdy piece of oak furniture. The robes seemed oblivious to her, and bounced into her as she came to a stop. "Go sit with the boy," she said, swatting her own robe on its ass. Both robes slumped sadly, and Desi's robe obediently flew over and landed next to Nigel. 

Except for having no head or hands, it could easily have been Desi herself. Every inviting curve was right there, jiggling as it settled into place. One handless sleeve began to reach onto his thigh.

"Enough!" said Desi. "Keep your hands off him." The Desi robe crossed her arms and sat back into the couch, petulantly. Nigel's own robe still stood in front of Desi, looking as hopeful as a disembodied article of clothing could. "And you can just cool your heels. Got it?"

Nigel's robe seemed to sulk as it returned to the wardrobe it had sprung from not so long ago. Now Desi turned back to the armoire, running her hand over the scrollwork on its edges. Nigel's family had a piece much like it back home. An old, dusty thing, it was always becoming infested with Boggarts, the pesky magical creatures that, if disturbed, would take the form of your greatest fear. Desi reached for the handle of the armoire, and something began to bang against it from the inside. Desi paused, but it didn't look to Nigel like she was at all afraid. In fact, a wicked smile spread across her face.

"Come here, Nigel," she said to him as if calling a dog. Entirely unsure of what was about to happen, he rose from the couch and walked to her. The cabinet was banging more loudly now, and low, pained moans could be heard coming from inside. "Do you know what's inside?"

"Is it a Boggart?" asked Nigel, though it didn't sound like one. Desi shifted her weight, letting one of her breasts graze across his chest as she did. He shuddered, and the banging and moaning grew louder. 

"Good guess," said Desi, "but wrong." She took Nigel's hand and put it on the armoire's door pull. "It's a close cousin of the Boggart called an Erottomin. Instead of gaining strength from your worst fears, it lives off of your greatest lusts."

Nigel had never heard of an Erottomin before, but didn't doubt that they existed. Living in the wizarding world, one was never completely surprised by anything. Still, he wasn't eager to pull the door open.

"You're right to be a little bit fearful," said Desi, brushing against him again. "Without the proper training, an Erottomin can push you to heights of ecstasy from which you might never recover." She put her hand on top of Nigel's, and he nearly jumped. 

"Then...maybe *you* should open it?" said Nigel tentatively. Almost immediately he felt a swat on his ass. It was more comforting than painful to him.

"You'll do as I say," Desi breathed hard into his ear. Nigel felt her moist lips graze his ear's edges, and her hot breath become a fog in his head. "You see, if you can handle them, an Erottomin can be...useful. For you, it's to be a test of sorts. You see, the Erottomin will take the form of what you desire most."

Desi knew she didn't need to finish the thought; Nigel would understand what type of exam this was. She very much wanted to know just how much he thought of her, and there was no fooling an Erottomin. Desi took her hand away from his. If he really trusted and wished to worship her, he would open the door himself.

Nigel remembered the first time he'd trained with a Boggart and how frightening it had been. But he knew that if anything went wrong, his professor would make certain that he wouldn't be hurt. And he managed to banish his fear (which happened to be his older sister) on the first try. Nigel's hand gripped the pull, and he cracked open the armoire door.

The banging and moaning stopped instantly, and a gentle mist began to spread through the air. A fresh, flowery scent drifted into his nose, and his whole body began to relax. Taking his hand away from the pull, both of the cabinet's doors slowly opened wide. The entire interior was filled with a billowing, pinkish mist that mesmerized him.

A shoe appeared out of the mist, leading the way for a rather shapely calf. Nigel stepped back out of the way; Desi walked back even further to watch the scene unfold. The pink mist billowed out from the armoire, obscuring the figure as it took shape and eased its way out. Nigel tried in vain to penetrate the fog with his eyes, only occasionally catching the tip of a finger, a tress of hair, a patch of bare skin.

"Oh, my, Nigel," said Desi as the mist began to clear. "I haven't worn shorts like those in *years*!"

Standing before them was the spitting image of Desi, dressed as if ready for gym class. The getup was just a little too tight for her ample curves, and as the Desi double eyed him up hungrily, Nigel could see her nipples press hard through the fabric of her "Hogwarts Athletic" t-shirt. The Erottomin glanced at Desi and appeared to recognize her. Both of them brought a hand to their own crotches at the same time. 

"Ohhhh..." said Nigel, figuring out why it was that Desi knew so much about Erottomins. Useful indeed! Before them, Desi's body double was slowly lifting off her t-shirt, the task made difficult by the tightness of the shirt and dimensions of her breasts. 

And then there they were, bouncing into place before him. Shapely and firm, her breasts were well proportioned to her lean, full-figured body. Nigel fought the urge to look back at the real Desi, knowing that even if she *had* taken off her blouse, the view would be the same. 

Desi never tired of watching her own body strip. What followed was usually one of her favorite types of masturbation, in which she would sometimes fuck with herself for hours on end. And she would have her fun with it soon. But right now, she wanted to watch it torture Nigel.

"Have fun," she said, walking back to sit with her robe, which was busy working itself with one sleeve tip. Nigel wasn't certain if her statement had been aimed at himself or the Erottomin.

"Wait..." said Nigel hopelessly. Desi's magical twin gazed at him through half-closed eyes as her fingers spread and probed her love. The flowery scent filled Nigel's senses, and he began to forget his fears again. But before he could walk forward, the bare-chested creature was already closing the distance. "Hi..." said Nigel as she smiled into him. "Oh!"

The Erottomin that looked like Desi had pressed herself directly into him, and Nigel enjoyed the feel of her body against him, soft in some places, taught in others. Clumsily, he put his arms around her, but once they were there it felt quite natural. She didn't seem to mind that his hard-on was pressed up against her belly.

"She'll be very disappointed if all you do is hug her," said Desi from the couch. Nigel could feel the magical body grinding itself onto him, and knew that he could do whatever he liked. But there were a thousand things he'd dreamed of doing with Desi, and it was like his mind reeled as it tried to pick out just one. "You're pathetic," said Desi, and behind him Nigel could hear the swish of a wand.

Nigel felt one of his hands reach down between the Ero-Desi's ass cheeks, fingers gently probing through light outcroppings of curly hair. As his hand reached a moist, slick spot, he felt his neck crane down until he was eye-to-eye with one of her marvelous tits.

"If I must..." said Nigel before eagerly bringing his lips to her flesh. At the same time, his fingers continued their gentle journey, teasing the crease of flesh it had found. The creature in his arms gasped, and Nigel soon found that he was caressing, probing, and kissing her completely of his own will.

"Gooood," said Desi, enjoying the sight of Nigel servicing her body. She probed herself in synch with the action, every once and a while flicking her wand to suggest new directions to the boy. Several times she saw the Ero-Desi reach for his cock, and Desi blocked her each time. She knew Nigel would be done for too easily, and she still wanted to watch her toys play.

Excitement was flooding Nigel's body as he kneaded the double-Desi's breasts, kissed her on the neck and shoulders, and dabbled at her hole. It may not have been Desi herself, but it was as close as it got. Several times as he pressed himself against her he thought he would explode, but he always pulled his hips away just in time. 

Desi could see that the Erottomin needed more, and it was becoming frustrating watching her. But she'd expected this, and knew that it was time for the next step.

"You know, she'll do anything you tell her to, Nigel," she said, though she knew he was too green to take the initiative just yet. Nigel continued to proceed as he had, not understanding why Desi's twin was no longer responding to his touch with the same enthusiasm. "You could tell her to suck you cock," suggested Desi, amused.

Nigel stopped his ministrations and held the warm form of the Erottomin around her waist. She looked at him expectantly with her beautiful, familiar eye. "Do you...do you want to...um...suck my cock?" he asked sheepishly. The face in front of his looked confused. Nigel turned beet red.

"You have to TELL her, Nigel, not ask," said Desi firmly. "Now tell her, 'Suck my cock!'"

Gathering strength from the forcefulness of Desi's example, Nigel took a deep breath and looked straight into the Ero-Desi's eyes. "Suck my cock!" he said. To his surprise and pleasure she smiled and brought her lips to his. They were tender and warm, and Nigel could imagine what they would feel like on the skin of his penis. He kissed her back, his hands again roving about her body.

"Enough!" said Desi, feeling suddenly annoyed. Nigel abruptly cut off the kiss, and Desi's body double shot her a catty look. She'd pay for that. Soon. "I didn't tell you to kiss her. Just tell her to suck your cock, okay?"

Although Nigel had enjoyed the kiss, he was happy to do as Desi told him. Perhaps it was a type of pleasure she didn't want him to have. "Just suck my cock, okay?" said Nigel in an almost perfect imitation of Desi. 

Desi's twin smiled again and put her hands on his shoulders. On the couch, Desi watched her work her way down his body, unbuttoning each button deliberately and planting light kisses down his chest as she went. Watching him writhe under his attraction to her was delicious, and Desi brought herself to several small peaks as her own pleasure mounted. The boy's breathing was beginning to come faster.

"Take some deep breaths," said Desi, "or you're going to cum on her tits before she even gets her lips on you."

Nigel did as directed and found himself under better control. Now he felt his zipper go down and his belt come undone. Down came his pants, and the magical Desi lowered herself to his waist level. Gentle fingers traced the outlines of his cock through his skivvies, and then he felt a flood of sensations as she pressed her lips into his balls.

"Woah!" said Nigel, almost stumbling backward. 

"That's my body making you feel that, Nigel," said Desi, who was getting bored of watching. But she would really start to scratch her own itch soon. Any second now, in fact, judging by the way Nigel's legs were shaking. She knew she was right to have the Erottomin get his first, brief encounter out of the way for her.

Down came Nigel's underwear, his penis popping straight out into the air. He felt a hand gently cradling his balls and, looking down, watched the Desi-creature's head moved forward. 

Warmth closed all around his tip, wet and inviting. He resisted the instinct to push forward. Her lips tightened a little, and then the cozy, moist, and tingling feeling spread down his shaft. With a light squeeze of his balls, the sensations increased tenfold. 

"Suck him...suck him..." came Desi's voice, momentarily shaking Nigel out of his euphoric stupor. Was that anger in her voice? The lips began to move up and back on his shaft, slowly. Was she thinking of that night with the Deatheaters, when they'd made her mom suck that guy's cock? The lips pressed a little tighter, and the hand on his balls gave a pleasant squeeze. Was she also remembering the rest? What they'd done to her dad? The lips slowed down. Was she thinking of how she...changed....and what she did to the Deatheaters' leader? My god, did she really...

The lips detached from Nigel's penis. He looked down, confused. Watching from the couch, Desi also wasn't sure what her twin was up to. She brought her wand to the ready, just in case. 

"Suck my cock!" said Nigel, but Desi's doppelganger was already standing up. "Suck my cock?"

She smiled and shook her head, then looked down at her shorts. Nigel saw that the crotch was nearly soaked through, and she reached down and and pushed the shorts to the floor, panties and all. She was absolutely glistening, the nub of her swollen clit peeking through. Nigel couldn't keep his eyes off her bush, not only because it was one of the few he'd ever seen in person, but because it seemed to be twitching. Now the Ero-double of Desi began to double over, as if experiencing a bad cramp, and Nigel backed away. When she stood back up, the smile on her face was a wicked one.

"What were you thinking about, Nigel?" asked Desi with concern in her voice. Her twin began rubbing herself as she eyed the young wizard.

"I was thinking about...you," he said honestly if incompletely. Before Desi had time for a follow-up question, her twin moved in on Nigel, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him to her. Nigel was overwhelmed by sensations as he felt her bare body against his. Her lips chewed viciously on his neck and ears, as one of her hands reached between his ass cheeks, like Nigel had done to her earlier.

"Hey!" he shouted as a finger dabbed at his hole. The magical twin rub herself against his cock, distracting him anew. The finger slipped inside him, and he closed his eyes as another flood of new sensations invaded him. The pleasures were just like the door to the Room of Requirement -- until it was pointed out to him, he never knew it was there. 

When Desi saw the Erottomin's hand go for her boy's ass, it confirmed her suspicions. She had only wanted the creature to tease him a little for her; this was too much. But she would not need her wand to manage it.

"I want you to listen to me carefully, Nigel," she said, standing up. Her twin shot her a suspicious look as she ground herself against him. "You need to clear your mind and step away from her, slowly. Do you understand?"

Nigel heard her words, but it took his brain several extra beats to process them. By that time, the Ero-Desi had maneuvered herself around so that she now stood behind him. He felt a warm hand close around his cock.

"Shit!" said Desi as her twin's face began to twitch. "Move, Nigel, move!"

The words passed quickly through his head like a freight train, mingling with a low moan that the beautiful creature was letting out. For just a moment her body froze, and in that time Nigel realized what was happening. He felt something bulky begin to prod against his rear.

"Oh, no," he said, lurching forward. But the woman-creature behind him had regained her senses, and closed an arm around his waist. The hand around his cock began to jerk him crudely, and his balls began bouncing like taffy. Even though she was forcing him towards climax, he could feel something hot, thick and hard swelling up against him. He tried again to shake free, but her hold was too tight. Something much thicker than a finger was now pressing against his anus as hot breath panted into his ear, tits hard against his back. Faster and faster the beauty jerked him, even as the pressure on his hole mounted. He knew what she was doing. He had to hold out. The moment he released, she was going to...

"AHHHHHH!" he shouted, unable to hold back any longer. The spongy-hard tip began to press into him. Nigel clenched his ass tight, but it was only a matter of time before the Erottomin that had taken Desi's form would wear him out. But just as his mind resolved itself to the fate of an enchanted girl-cock filling him up, the warm body pressed against his backside flew away from him.

"Oh, no you don't!" bellowed Desi's voice. Nigel collapsed to the ground, panting hard, and saw his heroine still on the couch, wand in hand. Desi hadn't wanted it use it, but the Erottomin had gained too much strength from her boy's orgasm. And if it were able to take him as it was preparing to, it's appetite likely would be sated, which simply wouldn't do. She'd hardly even begun to satisfy herself.

"Thank you, Desi!" said Nigel, his hole smarting a little from the strain. 

"Shut up," said the witch. "If I weren't done with the creature myself, I would have let her have you. I still might." Nigel's stomach hopped up again, and he wasn't sure if it was from fear or excitement. Behind him, Desi's twin struggled against the holding spell, a look of indignant fury on her face. Her nipples were still rigid, as was her lower appendage, which glistened with lubricating pre-cum. "Come to me," said Desi, beckoning Nigel with her free hand. "No, no...crawl," she said when he started to stand up.

Nigel felt a little foolish as he made his way to the beauty on the couch. Thankfully, most of the floor was covered in lush rugs -- probably not a coincidence, since the Room of Requirement had arranged itself according to Desi's wishes. When he was just a few feet from her, she held up her hand for him to stop. He did as commanded and soaked in the sight of her shapely legs, which were crossed before him. Desi's robe was still on the couch next to her, grinding away. Desi glanced down at Nigel and flicked her wand towards his crotch.

"Refillado!" she invoked, never completely taking her attention away from her monster twin, who was still rock-hard and standing just a dozen feet behind Nigel. Desi smiled. Things hadn't gone exactly as planned, but she was excellent at improvisation.

Nigel felt his balls begin to tingle, and the lust that had coursed through him before his release returned, though it was not quite as overpowering. He wanted very much to be with Desi on the couch; to touch her in the ways he'd just recently learned. Desi was pleased by the hunger in his eyes. He really was cute. And he wanted to do nothing more in the world than please her.

"I should make you leave right now," she said to the boy below her. Desperate fear shot through his face. "But I still have use for you." A look of relief. Desi uncrossed her legs, pulled her skirt up, and sat back so that her ass sat near the edge of the couch. Nigel wasn't surprised to see that she wasn't wearing underwear, and he nearly sprang forward, eager to taste her, to feel her, to be with her. A low moan from behind him told him that the Erottomin was excited by the sight, too.

"You probably want to put that dirty little cock of yours inside my beautiful hole, don't you?" Desi said sarcastically, but she didn't give him time to answer. "Well, don't count on it." Nigel looked disappointed, but not hopelessly so. Looking at the body that was her own image, she saw that the corners of its mouth and the tip of her cock were both drooling. Before Desi was through, she'll have given the creature enough lustful food to live on for a month if it chose.

Desi let her wand bob lazily as she eyed up her twin. "You still want to fuck him, don't you?" Although Erottomins couldn't speak or understand spoken human language, Desi's brand of magic allowed her to convey ideas to them. For an answer, the naked woman reached down and took her cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. Desi looked down at Nigel. He looked both scared and excited. Perfect for motivating him further. Desi eased her wand back, and the well-endowed woman began to move in on the kneeling boy.

Nigel heard something lurch behind him, and he instinctively moved forward, his arms reaching to take hold of Desi. "Please, no!" he pleaded up at her. Desi watched as her own image closed in on him, squatted down, and grasped his hips. Desi felt Nigel's hands grip the sides of her thighs. "Please!" he repeated as the other Desi lined her cock up against him, tits swaying.

"Wait!" said Desi firmly, wand focussed once more. The woman-creature froze.She was putting the Erottomin through a lot, yes, but it would get its reward soon. "I'll tell you what we're going to do, Nigel..."

While Nigel was relieved that once more he was spared the humiliation of being ass-fucked by a magical creature, its cock head was still dabbing at his entrance. It seemed very unfair to him, to be at this apparition's disposal, but he was going to honor his agreement and do as Desi said. Somehow he knew that she was pleased with him, and that whatever happened, he was going to enjoy it. In front of him, Desi's free hand reached down and grazed across her pussy. Now she ran a finger down her crack, exposing her slick pink flesh.  

"Do you see that?" she said to him. Nigel nodded, eyes roving from the bottom of her crack to the little pinky-tip of flesh that crowned her. "That's your new best friend." Desi played with her folds, and Nigel drank in the sight of her lips as they spread. "And you will address her as 'Little Desi'. Clear?"

"Yes, Desi."

"Then why don't you say hello?"

Nigel felt like an idiot. He was on his knees, a buxom bombshell's cock pressed to his anus, and was now being told to have a conversation with his dream girl's snatch. "Hello, Little Desi," he said into Desi's crotch. The well-groomed cunt just sat there glistening.

"I don't think she could hear you, boy," said Desi, smacking Nigel lightly upside the head. "Why don't you get a little closer."

Nigel understood. He moved his face until it was as close to her box as he could get without touching. Little curly hairs itched at his nose, and the scent of her was nearly maddening. "Hhhhhhel-loooo, Lit-tle Dessss-si..." he repeated, pushing as much air across her flesh as he could manage. Through his hands and arms, Nigel felt Desi's legs quivver, and the spicy smell grew. Nigel's heart and erection swelled simultaneously.

"Very good," said Desi as expectant waves began to gather. She too was getting a lot from her little game. "I think she likes you. So here's what we're going to do." Nigel felt the hot meat pull out from between his butt cheeks, leaving a mixed feeling of relief and...regret? Desi continued. "You're going to have a nice 'conversation' with Little Desi and get to know her better." Desi rocked her hips forward, letting her cunt mash into Nigel's nose before settling back down. His lips had flinched to taste her before she retreated out of reach. Promising. "Now, if she tells me she's getting bored, then someone else is going to have a little chat with you. Understand?" 

Nigel felt the hard, over-sized thumb press to his hole once more, strong hands re-gripping his hips. The meaning was perfectly clear. "Yes, Desi," he said. He'd have to learn fast.

"Good," said Desi, leaning back as she unbuttoned her blouse with her free hand. "Start talking."

Nigel dove straight ahead, eager to excite her. But as his lips closed in, his target moved back away. The pressure on his ass increased. "Ah, ah, ah!" said Desi. "She's not ready to talk about politics. Why not start with some nice, breezy chit-chat?" Desi's cunt moved back towards Nigel's face, and he moved to meet it more slowly. He engaged as if it were a first kiss, letting his lips test the soft flesh gently, calmly. The hands on his hips relaxed. Nigel relax a bit.

Desi let herself enjoy the feelings that swelled through her as Nigel began teasing and probing her with his lips and tongue. When he first let his tongue part her gently, she rewarded him with a long, low moan. When he moved to suck at her clit too soon, she let the Erottomin press at him. Nigel backed off quickly. In little time, wave after wave were lapping up against her, but she could see that the magical creature crouched behind Nigel was at its limit. Just as Erottomins fueled off of lust, too much frustration could damage them. 

Nigel's own frustration was mounting as well. True, it pleased him when Desi squirmed from his touch, and was encouraged each time she pet his head tenderly after a particularly pleasing bit of lipwork. But his body was starting to grumble for release, and it was torture having such a warm, tight haven right in his face. 

Desi was completely aware of his state, and was amazed at how willing he was proving to be. "That's enough for now," said Desi, pushing his head away from her. Under her direction, he had done his job well. Her whole body tingled, and 'Little Desi' was aching for some company. The witch sat up, reached out, and took Nigel's cock in her hand. It hardened up instantly. "Well, well," she said. "Aren't you the eager one?"

Nigel's heart began beating faster, and he wondered how it would feel to be inside her. But Desi released his penis, put her hand on his hip, and gently pushed him to the side. 

"Watch and learn," she said, spreading her legs wide. She knew it was cruel to bait her toy that way, but she felt certain he could handle it. And he wouldn't be disappointed for long. Before her, the woman that looked almost exactly like herself panted in anticipation. The one big difference, the flesh rising from between her legs, would suit Desi's needs well. The creature was at her bidding, just as eager as Nigel to see her in ecstasy. "Come to me now," she said to her own image, lowering her wand and spreading her lips wide.

Nigel's jaw dropped as he watched Desi's spitting image spring forward like an animal uncaged. Leaning down on top of Desi, the flesh of their identical breasts pressed and slid as the Erottomin moved between her legs. Below her shapely ass, Nigel could see the thick tube of meat move into position, sliding a few times along the length of Desi's drizzling cunt. For the first time, he could also see that the Ero-Desi still had a cunt of her own, and that it, too, was well-lubricated.

Desi reached her arms around her own body as she felt the penis take position. What she wanted right now was animal love, and she had keyed up the Erottomin to the point where she would get it. "Put it in," she said, relaxing. With smooth strength she felt the shaft enter her gate, adding another swirling layer of pleasure to an already roiling pot. 

Nigel stroked himself slowly, not even realizing he was doing it, as he watched the well-equipped version of Desi slide her shaft most of the way in. Moving together, the two women soon found the best position to allow the penis to best stimulate the human Desi. The strokes grew longer, speeding up and slowing down, changing angle to tweak the sensations. As she stroked, the magical Desi twin could read the witch's pleasure, and drove her organ with vigor as she fed on both of the humans' lust.

Several times Desi had to concentrate hard to back herself away from satisfaction, as she was determined to complete the adventure in a way that a companion like Nigel could now allow her. But would he submit to her completely? 

Desi willed her twin to slow its pace, still savoring the feel of having hold of her rigid cock. "Get your goddamn hands off your privates, Nigel," she said. She couldn't see him, but had no doubt that he'd been fondling himself as he watched his "date" being fucked by herself. 

"I'm sorry, Desi," said the young wizard, pulling his hand away. Oh well, he thought. So much for feeling pleasure. 

"You've done well," said Desi, lifting Nigel's heart. "I think you've earned a little treat. Come here."

The boy walked forward and now stood over the two copulating Desis. The Erottomin version was delivering long, slow strokes, ass and hips gyrating slightly. Nigel returned to full rigidity.

"Put yourself in her," said Desi. Her twin paused for a moment, then continued its motions. "Put it up her cunt."

Nigel could scarcely believe what she'd told him to do and stood there dumbly for a moment. Desi started to raise her wand to nudge him along, but Nigel came to and stepped up behind the slow-stroking ass. He'd have to time things right, but her glistening cunt was an appealing target. He put his hands on ample hips, and the Ero-Desi glanced back at him. She stopped moving, and it seemed to him that she had a sneer on her face. Nigel paused after putting his penis into position. 

"Go ahead," said Desi. "Pretend it's me."

It wasn't hard for him to imagine, and her rocked his hips forward slowly. In he sunk, his head enveloped in warm, wet woman's flesh. Desi enjoyed the look in the boy's eyes as he experienced vaginal penetration for the first time. He was looking right into her face, his mouth contorting wordlessly. Maybe she might sometime let him into her own body. Maybe. But not for now.

"Ohhhh, Desi..." moaned Nigel. The further in he pressed, the more warm and tingly his whole body felt. It was as if all three of their bodies had merged into one, and as he instinctively drew himself outward, so too did the mimic Desi draw herself from her model's hole. Nigel closed his eyes as he fell into a rhythm, feeling as if he were riding atop a warm, rising cloud.

For a moment he lost his balance, but managed to keep himself on track. Opening his eyes, he saw that Desi had somehow slipped out from under her twin, who was now holding onto a couch cushion as Nigel fucked her. Insistent pulses were shooting through him; he was nearing orgasm. He held off, knowing somehow that Desi didn't want him to feel that yet. But where had she gone? 

"I think that's enough, Nigel. She's quite satisfied now," came her voice from behind him. Nigel slid himself out, and the Erottomin turned around gracefully to sit with her back against the couch, smiling deliriously. Her penis was still there, but considerably deflated. She must have released herself into Desi. Nigel started to turn around to look for the woman, but a firm hand pressed down on the small of his back.

"Stay right there," said Desi, and he felt her warm body blanket him. A warm hand closed around his cock. Desi's hand. 

"Desi..."

"Shhhhh...." 

All of the anger she'd been suppressing all these months had melted away over the course of the afternoon with Nigel, and here they now were. He had let her have her way entirely, handling her small abuses in stride. Like the Erottomin, he too seemed to feed on her pleasure. A familiar feeling began to well up inside of her, a feeling she had only ever felt in anger before -- once the night of the Deatheaters and several times thereafter, here in the Room of Requirement with the Erottomin.

Desi's whole body was pulsing. The sensation concentrated as it gathered from her limbs, channeling down her torso as it grew in strength. Her gut pounded, pulsing and itching. Her cunt started tingling wildly. Even as she gently held Nigel's cock, she closed her other arm around his waist firmly. She would be in control.

"Oh, god," said Nigel. Desi's thighs were pressed up against the back of his own, and he could feel her cunt squeezing up against his ass, hot and slick.

"Relax...." said Desi again, giving him a few reassuring strokes. 

Then he felt it.

At first Nigel thought Desi was just pushing her nubby clit against his anus, except now the tip of flesh he felt began to slide straight into him. He breathed deep, trying to stay relaxed.

Desi kept a firm hold of her boy as she felt her penis growing into him. Well-lubricated as it slid from her cunt, she knew Nigel's discomfort would also be eased because her organ was still growing to full thickness. 

Previously unknown sensations began welling up in Nigel's gut, mounting higher as Desi pushed deeper and deeper into him. Any pain was quickly forgotten in the wash of warm pleasure. The pressure inside; the breasts on his back; the gentle stoking. All of these combined to subdue him, though his greatest reward was to be his woman's host.

Soon it felt as if Desi's entire body had displaced his insides, and the arm around his waist relax. She was all the way inside him and fully grown. Somewhere along the way, Desi had released his penis. She knew that any more direct stimulation would finish him. Desi herself was reaching a previously unfelt peak, and knew that she, too wouldn't last much longer grabbed. 

Patting him lightly on the ass, she grabbed Nigel's hips and paused. He was hers. Not because he wanted status or power from her. Not because he was some magical creature that she could command with the flick of her wand. No, he was hers because he had chosen to give himself to her, even after everything she had revealed to him. She slid herself out and in again, tears of joy in her eyes as she watched her shaft work him.

Nigel, too, was living in a dream. The girl that he'd always admired had needed him, and he had agreed to put himself in her hands. And now impossible pleasure was his reward. Although a commanding presence inside him, Desi's penis slid in and out of him skillfully as she took him. Faster and faster her shapely ass moved, driving her love into him as the Erottomin looked on, smiling.

"De...si.......De....si...." cried Nigel between strokes. He looked up and saw Desi's twin, and it raised his excitement even higher knowing that the very image of the curvy woman in front of him was even now fucking his ass. "...can't...hold...on...."

Desi, too, was almost overcome. She pictured the tip of her cock inside him, and how she would spray into him...

"AHHHHHHH!..." she cried, reaching around to squeeze Nigel's cock as she released her cum into him. The world spun around in her head.

"OOOOOOHHhhh..." yelled Nigel as he felt her hot seed wash his insides. Colors swirled, and he collapsed onto the rug, Desi's cock flopping out of him with a sloppy sound. 

Desi was able to move just enough to crawl on top of Nigel, letting her flesh merge with his there on the floor. There they lay for a long while, catching their breath, smiling. Each knew that at this very moment, they both felt wonderful. Sated, the Erottomin returned to its cabinet.

"Desi?" said Nigel, not certain what he was going to say.

"Shhhhhh..." said Desi, putting a finger across his lip. "Just enjoy it."