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The standard ringtone could be heard ringing off the empty walls all around him. He answered the call after clearing his throat.
Please check on the mortuary, Dr Harry. There have been numerous bodies that are awaiting further identification.
"Oh, I was there, right there." Harry practically purred the last line, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of them.
Harry Potter was the boy who lived but in the muggle world he was just a very gifted doctor, worshipped even by some. Nevertheless, despite his achievements, he was just 5'1", had a petite build, and had deep emerald eyes that were framed by long eyelashes.
No one could have guessed that someone who appeared so weak could be so strong. His face contorted being unable to hold back the perverse smile gracing his angelic face.
You see, Harry had a thing. He wasn't sure when it began, but like an addiction, it grew until it became uncontrollable and he lost all hope of ever being able to quit. He only wanted more after tasting the luscious nectar. It wasn't like he was harming them, and...it wasn't like they could tell him no, but all he could think of was heading down towards the mortuary, where people normally avoided going and committing acts that society thought immoral.
Perhaps it began while he was returning the body after identification and contemplating his dinner options as he walked down the lengthy corridor ,his eyes zoning out landed on the victims body.
Her huge, overflowing breasts with pert nipples caught his attention as his gaze followed the bounce of her curves. Harry would have been horrified and possibly embarrassed on any other day, but for some reason, his hand drew closer and before long, he was squeezing the breasts together, mesmerising Harry.
He was quickly escorting her to an empty room, as if something had taken control of his thoughts. His trousers were pooling around his ankles, and all that could be heard was the sound of a zip being pulled down.
Despite feeling as though he was in a daze, Harry was immediately seized by elation. His hand parted her limp legs, drawing his body closer to him as he began rutting against the vagina with it. His dick straining against his underwear.
Once more, he extended his hands to grip the breasts, and he quickly realised that he was on the verge of releasing it. Harry usually lasted a long time but somehow it was like he had lost all control. His dick banged against the opening of the pussy as he hastily shoved down his pants, and with one push, it was buried inside the cosy area.
His eyes started to cross because the pleasure was so intense. the interior was painted white, Slumped over the body, he began to slowly recover. Despite feeling drained, he felt as though a primal aspect of himself had been unleashed. He laughed as he enveloped the limp body, as his smile quickly grew into a frenzied chuckle.
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Coming back to the present situation he couldn't help balming his palm against his leaking cock.
He chose Tom Riddle Jr. tonight, a really gorgeous man with a well-endowed cock.
He prepared the small hole in front of him by creeping over and slipping down his trouser. Harry typically didn't devote much effort to this, but he was feeling kindhearted.
"With your 8-inch cock, there has never been a man inside of you; it was always you."
"But you see, i cant even imagine how lonely your pussy must have been, am I not right?" he said as he edged closer to the hole below while trailing kisses on the cock.
He couldn't help but marvel as he smacked his ass , there was something so erotic about him .
"no no no no no you my baby were born to be fucked, lets correct that so you shall find peace for having accomplished the one thing you were born to achieve," he said as he pushed himself inside the little opening, muttering, "to be my bitch." Panting, he strained to separate the legs as he moaned at the sensation. His small figure against the robust body an almost comical sight
Before it slipped out, his dick squeezed out a few more drops while cuming inside the tight spacs. After coming down from his high, his eyes focused on his heart-shaped lips, which seemed so alluring that he couldn't resist lowering his face and giving him a gentle kiss. He was having too much fun to notice the legs around him or the eyes, which were now open and glowing red.
Harry had not suddenly become insane, but rather an ancient monster that survived on prohibited and obscene sex had planned it meticulously. Known as Voldemort, it would tempt creatures to engage in morally dubious behaviour so that it might feed on the ensuing energy. There was never a repeated victim, usually killing them after the first time.
Until Voldemort became tired and killed Harry to start a fresh cycle, Harry was merely a stupid fool caught in an endless circle.