19 Results with the "Erotica" genre
Definition: Narratives primarily focused on stimulating sexual arousal and romantic desire. Characterized by explicit sexual scenes and themes, Erotica delves into intimate and sensuous experiences, often with an emphasis on emotional connections.
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Green light from the Black Lake filtered through the windows, painting the Slytherin common room in a cold, sickly glow. Draco Malfoy lounged on a leather sofa like a king on his throne, a smug smirk plastered across his pale face. His girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, draped herself beside him, looking bored but watching everything with sharp, hungry eyes. The portrait hole swung open. Harry Potter stood in the entrance, his eyes immediately locking onto Draco, and the room’s lazy atmosphere snapped tight…-
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The Champion’s Bet
Author’s Note: All characters in this story have been aged up to 18 and above. This work contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Harry Potter didn’t ask for this. He didn’t even want to be in the bloody tournament. The parchment with his name still sat on Dumbledore’s desk, blackened at the edges like it had been cursed. Which, honestly, it probably had. His name wasn’t supposed to come out of the Goblet of Fire. He wasn’t supposed to be competing. He was supposed…-
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The Boggart (Harry/Tonks)
"Right then, Potter. Wand up. Eyes forward. And for Merlin's sake, try not to hex me again." Tonks was leaning against the wall of Training Room Six with her arms crossed and her hair a bright bubblegum pink, grinning at him like this was all a great laugh. Which, to be fair, it probably was from her side of the room. She wasn't the one who'd accidentally sent a Stunning Spell into the ceiling last week and brought down half a light fixture on Williamson's desk. "That was one time," Harry…-
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The Best Mistake (Harry/Daphne)
The corridor smelled like candied pineapple. Harry tried breathing through his mouth while Slughorn’s hand thumped down on his shoulder. “Now, Harry, my boy, the Christmas party!” Slughorn’s mustache quivered. “Have you given thought to your guest? Young Miss Belby has been asking. Miss Macmillan is lovely, very well connected…” Harry glanced down the hall where Ron was waiting. “Right. Yeah. I’ll be there, Professor.” “Splendid! But your companion is so important. Young…-
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The library was nearly empty at this hour. Most eighth-years were at dinner or holed up in the common rooms, enjoying their Friday evening freedom. Harry sat in their usual alcove, tucked away in the Restricted Section where Hermione had convinced Madam Pince to grant them research access. His Charms textbook lay open in front of him, but he wasn’t reading it. Hermione knelt between his legs, her head bobbing steadily as she worked his cock with practiced skill. Her school robes were gone, left in…
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