It took a couple minutes for Susan to recover enough from her admission about her self-enjoyment, though I doubted my constant impaling helped her to quicken the process. But, I saw the moment her gaze flashed, remembering that there was a reason she had visited my room.
"A-about that favor," she whispered.
"Oh, yeah, the favor," I said, but didn't follow up immediately, watching her shy expression flicker once more. I pulled out of her and sat on the side of the bed. "It's an important question, so it's more fitting for us to be sitting."
"Ah, right," she whispered as she struggled to stand up. I was happy to see her more disappointed than excited about the sudden stop as she sat next to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I looked at her with a quirked eyebrow.
She looked shocked and unsure. "S-sitting," she stammered.
"Yes, but why are you sitting on the bed. Come to my lap," I said, chuckling as her expression shifted, excitement and acceptance replacing her earlier disappointment. Before she could even stand up, I grabbed her hips, enjoying the pure submission she displayed.
I pulled her to my lap, skewering her immediately. "Now, show me just how much you want that favor."
The blush that resulted from my blatant order was beautiful, especially when accompanied by a hesitant glare to my face, followed by her trembling arms wrapping around my neck. Then, her hips started to move, riding me slowly, hesitantly. It was not as explosive as my earlier impaling, but watching her shy struggle made it even more fun.
"Not a bad start," I murmured as Susan slowly started to add her weight down my length, pushing herself deeper and deeper. "Now, you can start asking that favor."
"Ah, yes," she said, her words quick to melt into moans that suggested she was already reaching her limit. Which, considering the combination of her self-care before the visit and my reckless invasion combined, was not particularly shocking.
I said nothing to make her speak faster, instead putting my hands on her chest, squeezing her tits. The addition of the pleasure didn't help her to get a handle on her feelings, and soon she started shivering on my lap helplessly, finally having the orgasm she desperately needed.
As she shivered, I shifted my hands to her hips, making her move, with no intention of stopping. It might have made her speaking even more difficult … but it was hardly my problem.
It took another two minutes for her to speak once more. "We need your help against the headmaster," Susan finally admitted.
"Acting headmaster," I corrected, which was enough to give Susan a hopeful expression.
"Yes, acting headmaster," Susan said, encouraged by my correction, as it implied my lack of respect toward them. It was already clear. "Y-you are familiar with his way of operation," Susan commented.
"Yes, I am, including the fact that he doesn't dare to touch me," I added, realizing where she was driving at. Her hips stilled as she thought that was rejection. The misunderstanding was amusing, but it would be a pity to send her away based on that.
I liked her asking favors … not to mention, getting rid of Carrows was not exactly a chore. Showing myself as a defender of the poor little students would only strengthen the arguments of Hermione and the others when they talk about my 'heroic' efforts as a spy, revealing the location of many spy bases.
A task that I had taken over from my little poor godfather Severus after his unfortunate demise at the hands of Voldemort for discovering his secrets of immortality.
"That was not a blanket rejection," I said as I slapped her ass. "It was just a reminder that you need to work really hard for it, based on what exactly you need me to do."
"Ah," Susan gasped, shocked, and another gasp followed it when I spanked her ass, reminding her to move her beautiful hips. "You would help?"
"As I said, depends on what exactly you need, and what are you willing to offer in return."
"I was going to ask you to protect the Hufflepuffs from his anger, but…" she started, but before she could finish, I sealed her lips with an aggressive kiss. When I pulled back, she was beautifully dazed.
"And if you were to ask that, I would have asked this wake-up service every day, until you ask me to stop that protection," I answered. "Maybe with occasional surprises mixed in," I added.
Susan shivered at that idea, unable to hide her excitement. "And, what if I want a more permanent solution," she whispered.
For a moment, I thought about teasing her about whether she was asking me to get rid of him, but then I realized she was not as tense to be asking for assassination. Still, it was better to be clear. "You want him to leave, replaced by a more acceptable Death Eater, one that wouldn't be just as happy torturing students."
"Yes," she answered, quick enough to make me believe she didn't have the more extreme solution in mind in the first place. "Having a passive-acting headmaster while Snape is away is preferable," she growled.
"Sounds like a reasonable request, if a bit difficult," I said, yet my tone was enough to make her exhausted. "But then, we still have the issue of payment. What would you offer me for such an incredible achievement."
"I …" Susan said, which was all she was able to say as I tightened my hands around her waist, enjoying the way her moans rose along with her quickening hips.
"Don't tell me you didn't think about it," I said.
"I ... I didn't think you would agree," Susan admitted, going up and down repeatedly. She was clearly having trouble thinking. The physical enjoyment mixed with the fact that her mission was resolved easily put her in a confusing situation.
Amusingly, she dealt with her confusion by moving even faster. She closed her eyes, trying to bring herself to a climax once more, hoping for clarity. She repeatedly pushed down, each repeat stretching her even more.
She might have extremely limited experience, but her enthusiasm and desperation were making an amazing show.
Through her haze, she said nothing about my hands dancing over her body, molesting every inch of her naked skin, her curves delicious under my fingers.
"You're such a good girl, Susan," I whispered as pushed her down even harder. Amusingly, that only made her more passionate. "If only you were just as good when it comes to making deals. You don't have any idea, do you?"
"N-no," she whispered between her moans, the pleasure making her even worse when it came to rejecting the pleasure.
"Luckily, you're sexy enough to keep me entertained while you're trying to come up with an idea."
"I'm … I'm sexy?" she whispered, sounding shocked. Which was an absurd reaction under the circumstances … and such a Hufflepuff thing to say.
"Yes," I said. She looked up at me, her lips parted for a moan, once again wrapping her arms around my neck. She didn't say anything else, but I didn't need her words to understand getting her even more intense. I tightened my hips, and started invading her even more aggressively, hard enough to extract a beautiful cry. "Nearing to another climax?" I asked.
"Yes!" she admitted with a moan, but somehow still radiating shyness. I flipped her once more, once again burying her face in the pillow.
I said nothing else as I pushed my hips forward mercilessly, penetrating her wetness even deeper. Her moans rose despite the pillow.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure already, when I finally cum inside her, it proved to her too much. She managed to flip herself back, but her face was contorted with pleasure. "You don't look like you're in a mood to talk about your price."
"I … I can."
"Actually," I said as I stood up, preparing for the class. "I'll be here late at night, why don't you have a think about that, and we can discuss it again."
Susan seemed too exhausted to say anything. I chuckled as I quickly dressed, relying on a spell to clean. "And, don't forget to wear something interesting…"