'Harold,' Morgan whispered, his voice deep and husky like melting chocolate. A shiver 🥶 ran down Harry's magical spine. He felt his wand harden. Harry had always wanted Morgan; he appeared in all of his dreams. His dark, bulky hands wrapped around his wand, pleasuring him. He would always moan and scream, 'Morgy! Yes!'
But I would always wake up without his warmth besiiiiide me.
'M-M-M-Morgy?' Harry responded, his voice caught in his throat. A sadistic smile spread across Morgan's dark features.
'Mm, yes,' he growled. 'You've been a bad, bad wizard, Harry...'
Said wizard now felt his wand pressing against his belly button. His asshole clenched in anticipation. 'And what are you gonna do about it?' Harry replied smugly, snapping his hips and quirking a brow. Drool formed around the edges of Morgan's mouth as his sharp teeth were revealed.
'Eat out that tight little wizard hole of yours!' Morgan screamed, leaping forward and tackling Harry to the ground. Said wizard choked under the man's fat weight.
'But - bUt,' he started, gasping for air. 'What about Karrin?' Morgan let out a hoarse laugh.
'Oh, that little feminist whore?' Morgan queered. 'Does she have a dick?' he taunted. Harry shrugged in response before wildly shaking his head.
