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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lily_Luna_Potter/Original_Male_Character(s), Neville_Longbottom/Lily_Luna
      Potter, Neville_Longbottom/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Lily_Luna_Potter, Neville_Longbottom
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Creampie, Cross-Generation_Relationship, Fantasizing, Teacher-
      Student_Relationship, Adultery, Underage_Sex, Promiscuity
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-27 Words: 2247
****** Her Mother's Daughter ******
by ObsidianRose
Summary
     Lily Luna Potter has developed a craving for male attention, but what
     happens after she's caught out after curfew by her godfather,
     Professor Longbottom?
“Ohhh, yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck!” Lily Luna Potter cried as a seventh year,
Brandley Roggins, continued thrusting his cock into her.
“Gods,” the boy groaned, suddenly pulling out. He grabbed her by the back of
the neck, forcing her onto her knees.
Immediately, the witch wrapped her lips around the erect, weeping head. She
placed her hands on the boy’s thighs and did not protest when he fisted his
hands in her hair and began thrusting violently into her mouth.
“Such a fucking slut,” he hissed.
Lily moaned around him and then slipped her hand between her legs.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Touch yourself. You like this, don’t you? You like it, you
slut.”
Tears unconsciously came to her eyes as his cock pressed against the back of
her throat, but it did not deter her in the least. She rubbed herself harder as
she felt him suddenly tense, and she came with a sudden cry just seconds before
the wizard’s hot seed exploded into her open mouth and onto her face.
“Aw, shit, Potter,” Brandley panted as he stumbled back and pulled up his
trousers. “Richter and Theo said you were a good fuck, but Merlin!”
Lily giggled as she ran her tongue over her lips and then cleaned her face.
“Lick your fingers.”
With a crooked smirk, she slowly inserted one finger after another into her
mouth and released them with an audible pop.
“Ohhh… you are fantastic, aren’t you?”
“I certainly try,” she shrugged, straightening her skirt.
“We’ll have to do this again sometime, yeah?” he asked, one hand on the
storeroom door.
“Whenever you want.”
Brandley flashed her a toothy grin before pulling open the door. The pair
stumbled out of the storeroom, but froze upon seeing a familiar face in the
corridor.
“Professor Longbottom!” they exclaimed in unison.
Neville folded his arms against his chest. “Mister Roggins, Miss Potter. Twenty
points from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Roggins, back to your dormitory. Lily,
I’d like a word.”
“See ya, Potter,” Brandley whispered before disappearing into the dark
corridor.
Lily took in a deep breath and headed back into the storeroom when the man
gestured for her to do so. She flinched when the door slammed shut and tried to
scrounge up enough courage to meet her godfather’s gaze.
“Lily,” he sighed. “What are you doing?”
“I thought that was pretty obvious,” she murmured.
“Yes, but not why.”
She shrugged. “Why not?”
“Because you’re fifteen, for Merlin’s sake!”
Her face hardened into a scowl. “I’m sixteen, you know. You were at my birthday
supper.”
“Because that makes it any better?” he shouted. “You’re far too young to be –”
“Mum was fourteen!” she interrupted. “Did you know that?”
“Just because your mother was sexually active at such a young age, does not
mean that you need to be.”
Lily narrowed her eyes and then cocked her head. “You weren’t surprised by that
at all. You went to school with her, didn’t you?”
“This isn’t about your moth –”
“You fucked her, didn’t you?”
Neville flushed red as he shook his head. “No, and this isn’t –”
“But you know who she did.”
“Lily,” he protested.
“She went to the Yule Ball with you,” Lily stated. “I know she did because she
told me. Are you saying she didn’t –”
“Merlin! She was thirteen that year! No, we didn’t do anything but dance that
night.”
“That night,” she repeated, eyes lighting up. “So there was another night.”
“No, no… just… stop trying to turn this around on your mother and I!”
Lily grinned as she stepped closer to her flustered godfather. “You didn’t fuck
her, but she did do something for you, didn’t she?”
“Lily.”
The girl placed her hand on his large stomach and then glanced up at him. “Did
she suck you off? Help you beat one off? Let you finger her?”
“Lily, stop this. This isn’t a conversation we should ever have.”
Her fingers trailed down his front as she arched one eyebrow. “But you wanted
to fuck her, yeah?”
Neville squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to keep control of himself. “Lily,
don’t…”
“You did. I can tell.” She gave a triumphant grin as her hand discovered an
unmistakable bulge in his robes. Pressing her breasts against his body, she
whispered, “I look like her. Everyone says so.”
“Lily.”
“You couldn’t have her, but you can have me.”
“Lily! This isn’t appropriate at –”
“I don’t like appropriate,” she growled. “I like fucking… because it feels
good. It feels so good. I could make you feel good.”
His voice was strained. “Lily, I’m your godfather and your teacher. You are a
child. This cannot be happening.”
“But it is happening. And I’m not a child. And I think it makes it more
exciting knowing who you are.”
“Lily,” he pleaded. “I’m married.”
“So?” The girl slipped her fingers through his and then lifted his hand to kiss
his wedding band. “I won’t tell Aunt Hannah.”
The Herbology Professor groaned and pulled his hand away from her. “We can’t do
this. This is wrong on so many…”
His protest died away as he watched her unbutton her blouse and then cast it
aside. Her bra soon followed, and he found himself gaping at her bare breasts.
“Neville,” she cooed breathlessly. “I want you. Please.”
His hand slowly began to rise and then shakily extended toward her chest. As it
settled upon her right breast, he groaned, and all concerns he had seemed to
vanish as he squeezed the pale globe.
“Yes,” she breathed, grabbing hold of his other hand and pressing it to her
left breast. “Yes, Neville. Taste them, if you’d like.”
The statement was barely past her lips when he leaned forward and hungrily
attacked one of her nipples. A sigh of pleasure escaped her, and she stroked
her fingers through his hair as he suckled like a greedy infant. After several
minutes, he pulled his head away from her chest and attached his lips instead
to her mouth.
Lily could scarcely breathe as he all but devoured her mouth, and she let out a
gasp when he backed her into the stone wall, knocking over a mop and bucket.
She worked to unfasten his teaching robes, while he quickly undid his flies.
He released her mouth and stood back a few inches. Meeting his burning gaze,
Lily understood what he desired and sank down to her knees. Her eyes widened as
she took in his size – noticeably larger than any of the boys she had
experienced and a bit thicker than Uncle Ron – but she dutifully wrapped her
fingers around his member and began to pump him.
When his hand fisted in her hair, she leaned forward a few inches to run her
tongue along the underside of his cock. She nestled her nose against his
bollocks and gently sucked each one of them into her mouth before returning to
the head of the organ. He groaned loudly and automatically thrust into her
mouth as she slowly engulfed him.
Lily gagged several times, but did her best to encompass as much of him as she
could. Several minutes passed while she worked him, until finally he placed his
hand under her chin and guided her back to her feet.
“Turn around.”
Her arousal increased at the demand, and the girl obediently turned her back to
him. She bit down on her lip as he pressed her upper body against the wall, and
spread her legs with his foot. Within seconds, his fingers were inside of her,
exploring her wet folds.
“You don’t even wear knickers?” he asked.
“In my pocket,” she replied. “I soaked them earlier.”
With a grunt, he began to fumble around with her skirt until he located the
pocket and retrieved the aforementioned scrap of lace. “Scarlet?”
“Fitting for a Gryffindor, yes?”
“Or a whore.”
Staring over her shoulder, Lily gaped in surprise as she had never heard the
man speak in such a manner. Neville held up her knickers to his nose for a
moment before stuffing them in her still open mouth. She coughed around the
lace, but did not remove the underwear purely out of curiosity. Fourteen
wizards – or was it fifteen, now? Sixteen? – had messed around with her in the
past year and a half, but none had ever gagged her, let alone with her own
knickers.
His cock rubbed against her nether lips for a moment, and then suddenly thrust
into her passage, causing her torso to slam into the wall. Lily’s moans were
muffled by the fabric as he penetrated her with slow, deliberate thrusts.
“Mmmmph… unnnhhh… so bloody tight,” he groaned. “How is that even possible
after everyone you’ve had?”
Lily snorted and pushed back against his cock.
“Ohhh…” His head lolled back as he ran his hands up her bare back. “I knew
you’d feel good. I wanted you so badly… so so bad… for so many years now.”
Her eyebrows rose in surprise and she spit out her makeshift gag. “How many
years?”
“Decades.”
Lily stifled a laugh as she realized he really was picturing her mother. Oddly
enough, it turned her on even more. “Ohhh… Oh, right there, Neville. Yes! Oh…
oh, say my name, baby. I wanna hear it.”
“Ginny,” he gasped, grabbing onto her breasts as he increased his pace. “Gods,
Gin… so good.”
Her clit throbbed at the sound of her mother’s name on his tongue. Leaning back
against him, she wrapped one arm backwards behind his neck and turned her
temple against his throat. The positioning resulted in his hitting a
particularly fantastic area inside of her, and she could not help but scream
out in pleasure.
“Shut up, shut up!” Neville hissed, slamming the front of her body against the
cold, stone wall. “Filch might hear us, and then you’ll have to suck him off
again.”
Her mother had sucked off the creepy, decrepit caretaker? Or was that just part
of Uncle Neville’s fantasy? Either way, the thought of it was kind of arousing.
She had never considered Argus Filch while thinking about sex, but ohh… she
would so get off on watching her mother servicing him.
Between the images in her head, the pounding of the cock in her pussy, and the
rough, cold stone against her nipples, it did not take long at all for the
witch to climax violently.
“Yes, yes… Come for me! Come for me,” Neville grunted in her ear, before
beginning to jerk erratically. “Uhnnh, unngh, unnnhhh!”
Lily froze as she realized what was about to happen. She may have fucked a lot
of boys, but no one ever came inside her. She wasn’t stupid, and they didn’t
seem to mind. She’d let them come in her mouth, or on her face, or her chest,
back, stomach or hands, but not inside of her. She wasn’t on contraceptive
potions. You had to be of age or have parental permission to get those.
“No, Neville! Uncle Neville, you can’t –“
“Unnnnnghhhhhh!” he groaned, ejaculating deep into her womb. He pumped weakly
into her a few more times as he continued to relieve himself of semen.
Lily swallowed slowly, simultaneously turned on by the unfamiliar feel of his
seed inside of her and panicked by the possibility that something other than a
new found attraction for her godfather could take root from their forbidden
coupling.
“Shit,” she whispered.
Unaware of her turmoil, Neville blew out a deep breath and withdrew himself
from her channel. Running his hands down the length of her stomach, he placed a
kiss between her shoulder blades and then stepped backwards.
Lily slowly turned around to face him and was somewhat surprised to see the
look of pure admiration written upon his features. His hand cupped her jaw and
without warning his lips crashed onto hers.
“I have never come so hard in my life,” he whispered against her lips. “Fifty
fucking points to Gryffindor.”
Forgetting her earlier concern, his goddaughter laughed and slipped her hands
into his hair. After thoroughly examining his mouth with her tongue, she pulled
away and stared up into his eyes. “Enjoyed yourself, then?”
He nodded and then rubbed his hand against her bare arse before spanking it
sharply. As she cried out in shock, he winked and took three steps away from
her. “You are in big trouble, young lady.”
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she retrieved her bra and blouse. “Am I now?”
“Mmmm,” he nodded, fixing his trousers and refastening his robes. “Detention.
Tomorrow night. My office.”
“Office?” she repeated, envisioning being bent over his desk and spanked.
“Eight o’clock,” he confirmed before bending down to retrieve her discarded
knickers. She made to grab for them, but he pulled them out of her reach. “Ah
ah ah. These are mine now.”
Lily grinned as he stuffed them into the pocket of his robes. He waited until
she had finished buttoning up her shirt before yanking open the storeroom door
and ushering her out into the corridor.
“Get back to your dormitory before Filch has his way with you,” Neville
muttered with a smirk. “And don’t forget detention tomorrow night. For every
minute you are late, I will increase your punishment.”
With a giggle and a grin, the young redhead began to back away toward the
staircase. “Of course, Professor. I shall try not to disappoint you.”
“Oh, you most certainly will not,” he replied. “You are your mother’s daughter,
after all.”
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