So this wasn't the first time someone walked into the bathroom while you were using it.
Poor Terry Boot had, at one point, made the mistake of entering the restroom just as you were leaving the shower. An inappropriate towel slip had you exposed to the other man. Terry had flushed bright red and fled before you could react.
That was not as mortifying as this, though. At least that experience had been with someone of the same gender.
As you swung around to address the intruder, you immediately met Smok's yellow eyes, and the girl smirked. You could assume an obvious amorous intent; that much was easy to pick up on, given the fact that she was, well, naked.
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You would have to be an idiot to not understand what the high dragon was after, but still-
There was something deeply offensive about the other walking in on you, and you couldn't help but scowl, hand dropping down to cover your crotch.
"You know, for human wizards, it's considered polite to knock."
You tried to put the sheer offense you were feeling into your voice, as you glared at her. The steaming hot water was still running down onto you from above, and down your back, somewhat dampening (no pun intended) the effect.
The useless lizard just smiled, as if she were indulging a child who asked a stupid question.
"Obviously, I know that servant." The scaled girl placed a clawed hand to her chest, daintily, and giggled. "Obviously, though, I am not a human, nor a wizard. Therefore, this is perfectly fine for me to do."
You didn't think that was how anything worked, and you said as much.
Smok's smug expression faded at the rebuttal, and instead of trying again, she turned her nose in the air, trying a different route.
"Besides, you are my servant; there are no secrets between us. I will demonstrate. Remove your hand, servant."
Intentionally doing the opposite of what she said, you instead moved towards the towels you'd brought in with you, alongside your clothing.
Before you could get there, though, Smok stepped into your path, forcing you to stop, lest you bump into the very naked Dragon.
Her eyes were narrowed now, but her smile was still in place.
"I said, remove your hand, servant. I assure you, your body isn't that repulsive." Her tone was somewhat tense, expectant.
Dangerous.
You paused, considering your options.
You could try to go through Smok, but that didn't seem likely to work out for you.
Like it or not, Smok was physically superior by a good margin. She also had the advantage of steak knives attached to her fingers.
And your wand was in your pile of clothing.
Diplomacy seemed to be the best approach.
You sighed aloud, tilting your head to the side, whilst being careful to stay out of reach.
"What do you want, Smok?"
You tried not to let your irritation show.
Smok smiled with her teeth.
"Simple, I want to mark what is mine." Her words came out almost in a hiss. "You can have your fun, but I worry that my slave might forget what he is if I don't remind him.
She stepped forward.
"I want you to remove your hand and obey like a good boy. Let your generous mistress give you a reward." She paused. "On second thought, do resist; it might be more fun."
Your first thought was, admittedly, to try wandless magic.
It had been mentioned in one of the books you read that it was possible, something you had personal proof of from your instances of accidental magic.
And in this instant, you figured it was a good opportunity to try it.
You'd succeeded at most everything else to do with magic this year. Surely this wasn't outside of your purview.
Feeling immensely confident, you reached your hand forward in a motion you'd seen from a Star Wars movie, and began focusing.
You did your best to reach deep inside yourself, to feel the magic in you and in the air, and in your wand.
To call it to you.
You stood there, naked in the showers, one hand over your crotch and the other pointed at Smok in an open-palmed gesture, with your eyes closed, and a vein faintly throbbing on your forehead.
You didn't want to say that you looked stupid, but…
"What are you doing?"
Opening your eyes, you were met with Smok's faintly concerned look as she stared at you. You put down your hand and tried to pretend like you had intended to do nothing. Faintly, in the back of your head, you were aware of a sort of laughter.
It sounded like it was coming from your wand.
You dismissed the thought before looking back to the High Dragon.
She raised a brow.
"What was what, servant?"
You looked away.
"What was what?"
The other didn't seem impressed, but she dropped it all the same, in favor of stepping forward.
"Regardless of whatever shenanigans you are attempting, this is not a battle you can win, Servant. I am not like the centaur woman. You can not overpower me." She smiled widely. "A servant is only as good as their master. You are talented, I grant, but that only means that I am all the more greater." A confident nod, like that, made literally any sense at all.
"I don't think that works the way you think it does."
She waved a hand.
"What would you know, now…" Smok took a step, lowering herself into a stance, as if she were about to lunge. "No more delaying. Once I've marked you properly, we'll need to start making plans for you to move in with my mother and me."
Your first thought was that it was an odd statement. The second was amusement at the fact that Smok still lived with her mother.
The third, however, was a genuine feeling of offense.
Moments later, Smok sprang forward, unfortunately for her, a mixture of adrenaline, post-nut clarity, and genuine combat experience raced inside you just enough to slow down time for a moment. To give you a second to think.
And the only solution was obvious.
As her muscles tensed and she lunged, hands out as if to take your shoulder and push you down, likely favoring a straddling position, you shifted. Not much, only a foot to the left. It was perfect, however, for you to counter her attack.
Bring an arm up. You used her own momentum against her, hooking it under the dragon girl's chin, as her body continued forward.
A small hop, and you brought both of you to the ground.
SLAM
In a textbook Rock Bottom. You'd learnt it from Nora.
Smok groaned weakly, staring at the ceiling, as you stood, grinning.
As she looked up at you with confused yellow eyes, you shot a smirk of your own at her.
"I don't think you quite understand the situation you're in…" You said, walking around her prone form to the door. You tested it, locked. Perfect.
Turning around, you finished your statement.
"I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me."
Smok squeaked as your shadow fell across her.
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There were various options available to you when it came to finally, properly correcting Smok.
And this was a correction. There was no hesitation or doubt in your mind on that fact. Smok had pushed a few too many buttons, and you'd had to deal with a bit too much shit to continue with the servant façade.
It had been amusing the first time, when you were playing along with it to make her happy, but at this point, it had lost its entertainment value.
You had to have sex with a centaur and had nearly been put into sexual slavery for her. Sure, the sex part hadn't been terrible, but still!
It was the principle of the matter. You'd put up with too much for her to continue treating you as if you were nothing but a servant.
So, in that moment, you made a choice.
You were going to give Smok exactly what she wanted. Just perhaps not exactly in the way she wanted it.
Rather than her marking you, you were going to mark her.
Determination settled in your gut as you turned off the water. Smok had just gotten up properly as you turned around.
She swayed a bit on her feet as you met her eyes. Both of your hands were in front of you, ready to catch any attack. She smiled at the sight.
"G-good Servant. You finally obeyed." Her eyes drifted slowly down, between your legs. She licked her lips. "N-now stay still."
She tensed again, but before she could lunge, you decided to reverse things this time.
Relatively sure she didn't plan to use her claws on you, you met her charge with one of your own, and even though she was almost certainly stronger, mass and speed work in your favor, and you managed to win the contest of strength, sending you both tumbling across the room, crashing into the back wall.
This, of course, ended with you on all fours, above her, a hand on either side of her head.
She looked up and, with a growl, opened her mouth to speak.
"Servant-MMPH!" Her words were cut off as you took hold of one of her horns and pulled it up, meeting her lips with your own in an aggressive kiss, a mirror of the one she'd given you earlier.
Not ones to take things quietly, though, she attempted to wiggle out, tongue fighting ferociously against your own. It was, unfortunately, a fight you were unlikely to win, given the Dragon Woman's tongue was nearly twice the length of your own. Still, you'd gotten your point across and pulled away before she could retake control.
Rather than give her time to recover, though, you moved down her body, teeth tracing against her slender neck, before settling at her breasts. You spared no time in giving her green nipples a soft nibble, enjoying the sudden, startled intake of breath, alongside the moan.
She brought her hands up, and they threaded into your hair. You allowed it for only a moment before delivering a harsh nibble and taking advantage of her twitch to swipe her hand down, pinning it next to her head.
Only a moment later, you pulled back completely, grinning down at the flustered, overwhelmed look on her face.
"S-servant!" She cried, the confident brat energy leaving her from your sudden assault. "What are you-" She froze, looking down between your two bodies. You followed her gaze.
Your dick, hanging beneath you, was pressed against where her womb likely was, indenting her skin and dirtying it with pre-cum.
She opened and closed her mouth a few times before ultimately deciding to stay silent, a mulish look appearing.
"So submissive, what would the other High Dragons think…" You purred, feeling a bit cheeky at the moment.
From the look on her face, you'd said the right thing. At least, if you wanted her to fight back more, with a glare, she continued to struggle even harder, kicking and squirming. Unfortunately for her, your point of leverage allowed you much greater control over the situation.
Case in point, when she did, finally, manage to escape your grip, and try to flip the two of you over, it only took a slight adjustment, so that it was only she who was flipped.
On her stomach now, you settled your weight against her back, dick pressing against her moist snatch. Looping an arm in front of her, you caught the squirming girl in a headlock and chuckled as she struggled uselessly.
"So… what now?" You whispered in her ear.
You tightened your arm around Smok's throat, as she wiggled, just a bit, in your grasp.
She hadn't answered your question, instead preferring to simply continue trying to escape, weakly.
It seemed that the current position, combined with your earlier efforts, had worn off the High Dragon woman. She really did have poor stamina, didn't she?
Compared to her early moves, the pushes you felt against your arm were frankly pathetic. She was either exhausted or simply not trying.
You loosened your arm at the sound of her struggling to breathe a bit too much. That could also, possibly, be a reason.
In your current position, your length was pressed between the girl's ass, her tail flipped up, and pressed between the two of you like a warm scaly pillow.
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If it were any longer, you might've entertained the idea of using it to tie her up.
Hmm.
Tie up a magical creature using its own body parts as bondage.
That was a fun idea that you were adding to your new bucket list.
Included on it already was 'make a platonic relationship with a female character who is not McGonagall' and 'Go to America."
They'd make fine neighbors.
Still, with your dick pressed firmly between her cheeks, occasionally grinding against her dripping quim, or pressing against her rose bud, you couldn't help the heat rising in your own stomach.
This could be fun.
You leaned forward so that your mouth was next to her ear.
"And who, exactly, is marking who?" You asked, breath ghosting against her neck as you did. She squeaked, but couldn't speak much beyond squeaking in the position.
"I suppose we should get started, then, yes?" You asked, rhetorically. Without waiting for an answer, whether that be an affirmative squeak or another bratty demand to be let free, you shifted your hips, pulling away slightly to allow your rod proper room to aim.
Aim at what… well, this wasn't exactly a position where you could really take your pick.
"Fifty-fifty chance. Ass or Womb. Place your bets now!"
There was a startled squeak at that, and you saw her faintly try to shake her head, as you felt your head ghost against one of the holes.
You'd leave it up to chance.
Pulling back again, you thrust forward, blindly, and pushed into the tight High Dragon.
Quickly, you found yourself hitting a barrier, warm, wet snatch squeezing around you as you pressed against what could only be the Dragon Woman's Hymen.
"Oh? What's this? Is the high and mighty Smok still a virgin?" you asked. You loosened your arm just enough to allow her to speak.
"Servant-"
You pulled her back, arching her back once more and pressing roughly against the barrier protecting her purity. You wondered, idly, what the consequences of a human taking a High Dragon Princess's virginity were. There were no books on the topic, as far as you were aware.
You'd be a primary source. How fun.
You were going to let her speak, but to train a pet not to do something properly, you needed to address it every time the negative action happened.
Just like when training a dog. If you ignore bad behavior once, it can become part of their regular behavior.
"Nope. We don't use that word. Try again."
You loosened.
"Serv-"
"Bad girl." You pressed even harder, and you could feel her walls spasming around you. She was tight, and not just like a human would be. No, you could feel the inhumanly strong muscles of her quim hugging your member. It was as if it was trying to pull you deeper. Smok's body knew what it wanted, but did she?
"I thought this was what you wanted, Smok. All you have to do is show some proper respect." You didn't mention whether that would get you to stop or not. Leaving the choice open only benefited you.
You loosened your arm one more time, and she greedily gulped in air, white hair hanging in front of her eyes as she grew used to the feeling of being stretched, at least partially.
There was a silence, for a moment, and you wondered whether silence was going to be the new norm from your High Dragon companion, before finally, she spoke.
"…." She mumbled, voice quite enough that you couldn't quite hear her.
You leaned in a bit.
"Come again, dear?" You tested the word, before shaking your head, mostly to yourself.
That didn't sound right.
Still, Smok heard you.
"Master…." She muttered again.
You grinned.
"Louder." Was your simple response, hold turning more into a heavy hug. You still kept your arm around her neck, but something told you that Smok didn't do false surrenders.
"Master. You're the boss here. Go ahead, mark me as your own. You win." The woman's voice was submissive, but there was an almost petulant quality to it.
The grin on your face grew until, almost like an afterthought, she tacked on one last bit of resistance.
"This time… I'll win next time!"
You considered, for a moment.
She did permit you after all.
"Good enough for me!" That didn't mean you had to let that pass unanswered.
Your arm tightened again, but this time, you used the anchor point to draw yourself out of her snatch, a trail of juices forming between her entrance and your dick, before falling as enough distance was made.
You only took the time to aim carefully before thrusting in.
In one fell swoop, the High Dragon Princess Smok's virginity was stolen not by a consort, or some other royal figure, but by a muggleborn human wizard, of no particular birth or origin.
In one swoop, you bottomed out inside of her, punching directly through her hymen, and exposing her deepest parts to the first piece of the outside world they'd ever experienced, and likely ever would experience.
Your dick.
Digging deep into her deflowered pussy, you pressed forward until you came against the back wall, her womb being pressed slightly by your cockhead.
You let yourself linger there for a bit, enjoying the gasping, gurgling moans Smok was emitting, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
"I suppose I will mark you. You are, after all, mine." Something about that world was particularly effective because the High Dragon shuddered intensely, a silly look coming over her face. It only contorted with more pleasure as you started thrusting.
There, on the floor of the shower of some cabin on the edge of the forbidden forest, you took Smok, held in place with your arms and legs, but entirely willing and enthusiastic. The game the two of you had been playing since the start had ended, or at least this round had.
It ended with Smok, pinned underneath you, moaning up a storm as you roughly took her fresh pussy, molding it to your shape, and enjoying the way her toned body tensed under the rapid-fire thrusts of your hips, and the way her hips started to thrust back.
Before long, you felt your end coming, and with a single hard thrust that pinned the other against the ground, you came deep inside the High Dragon, flooding her insides with human spunk. The two of you lay there for a moment, the headlock temporarily forgotten as you enjoyed the afterglow of your respective orgasms.
You recovered quickly, though, and when Smok felt you begin thrusting again, she stiffened.
"W-wait. I just came, I'm still sens-" She was cut off as you bumped against her womb's entrance once again, picking up your pace. You abandoned the headlock, content in her submission, in favor of better positioning yourself for faster thrusts.
"Master, wait p-please! I just came, I'm g-going to go crazy if you keep-"
"Keep what, marking you?" You cut her off, a dark feeling in your chest. "Looks like you're just going to have to deal with it."
You were going to teach this Bratty Dragon a proper lesson if it was the last thing you did.
Smok's moans only grew louder from there.
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One and a Half Hours Later
You exited the bathroom whistling, dressed, but hair still wet from the shower you had to take, again.
Hagrid, who was sitting in the living room with Charlie, stood. She look concerned.
"'Erman! Is everything alright? We heard a bunch of noises, and you two've been in there for a while."
You smiled charmingly up at the tall woman, and she blushed a bit. God, you really loved Ruby. A female witch whom you haven't had sex with, and who considered your relationship entirely platonic.
You reached up and patted her arm.
"It's all good. Smok just had some questions, and it took a bit to answer them." Charlie had a knowing smirk on her face and made a lewd gesture behind Hagrid's back when you looked to her.
"Questions about what?"
You smiled.
"Oh, just the natural order of things. Anyway!" You turned to Charlie. "What's the next step?"
The redhead shrugged, a vaguely impressed look on her face as she regarded you.
"You two are good to head back. The other girls and I will have to get it from here. Smok should be tired out for a bit, too?" It was phrased like a question, and you nodded. Charlie smiled. "Impressive. In that case, you two can be on your way." The smile gained a slightly teasing edge, softer than her usual expression. "Keep keeping good care of our little Veronica, and you and I will be seeing each other again very soon."
With that statement done, you waved your goodbyes to Charlie, while ushering a confused Hagrid out, assuring her that no, she did not need to go and check on Smok.
It was nearly morning anyway, and the two of you needed to get back to the castle.
The walk back through the forest would be uneventful, although you did spot a few centaurs between the trees, none of whom approached.
You slipped back into your dorm and settled into your bed with a book, thoroughly understanding that sleep was a fool's endeavor at this point.
What a day.