Roommates Chapter 9 (Marilyn Thornhill)

Close to the end now.

Harry shut his eyes. He moved his head back and released a long sigh. He slowly moved his hands up, forming fists and keeping them high in triumph like a stock photo of a man celebrating.

“Freedom,” he whispered.

A woman cleared her throat beside him, just outside of the door to Nevermore’s infirmary. “I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

Harry dropped his hands and felt himself blush. He thought that was alone. He turned to see a ginger woman smiling at him.

She was short… Probably around Wednesday's height to be honest. Her thick glasses didn’t detract from how beautiful she was. Harry had always had a thing for bangs. She had a youthful face despite being well into her adult years. Harry recognized her yet, embarrassingly, couldn’t remember her name.

“No… Not interrupting anything,” Harry said. “Can I help you?”

“I was hoping I could help you, actually.” The woman moved her hands forward and Harry saw that she was holding two identical ice cream cones. “Care for a treat?”

“For me? Why?” Harry asked.

“Because I should’ve introduced myself much sooner. My name is Marilyn Thornhill,” she said. “You can think of me as your dorm mom… I’ve been a bit of an absentee, haven’t I? Go ahead, take the ice cream. It’s a peace offering.”

Harry gingerly took the ice cream. After subsisting off of infirmary food and whatever treats the girls managed to bring to him, he was in the mood for something like this.

“I think that’s it’s time we met properly,” Marilyn said while Harry started licking his cone. “Come along. We’ll have a chat.”

Less than ten minutes later, Harry looked around his general vicinity in confusion. He had finished his ice cream and eaten the cone to go with it. Marilyn’s ice cream was half-eaten. The part that confused him was why they were in her bedroom.

“Do you always interview students on your bed?” Harry asked.

“Not usually, no, but I thought you could do with a softer touch,” Marilyn said. “You were hurt badly, Harry. You’re still recovering! I’d be a terrible teacher if I made you sit in an uncomfortable chair right now. A worse teacher than I already am…”

She looked sad, licking her ice cream. Harry had the weird feeling that he was the adult in the situation. Her mannerisms were those of an upset child.

“I don’t think you’re a bad teacher…” Harry said. It was true; he hadn’t even known she was a teacher.

In his defense, Wednesday and the rest of the Nevermore girls made sure he didn’t have time to think about pretty much anything academic, with how they filled his free time. 

“Thank you. That’s kind of you to say,” Marilyn said. It seemed like she could change moods quickly; maybe she was normally cheerful, and she just didn’t stay in the dumps for long. “We’ve heard a little about what happened from your friends. Hydes are VERY dangerous. Did you know that they’re the only kind of Outcast banned from attending Nevermore? There was bad business back in the day. Long before my time, of course. Hydes really possess everything… strength, speed, durability, stamina, smell. They’re completely loyal to their masters without question. The orders they’re given are absolute. You saved two of your fellow students, didn’t you? They must have done something to anger the Hyde’s master. It could’ve been such a tragedy.”

“It’s alright, professor,” Harry said.

“Professor. I like that!” Marilyn said. “But I’m just a teacher. Maybe one day I can change titles.”

She giggled and gave Harry’s arm a supremely soft punch. Harry stared at her following the gesture, giving him a fantastic view of how she held her ice cream up, licking around the rim of the cone. She closed her eyes while she did it like she was savoring what was on her taste buds.

“You’re a big fan of the cone, huh?” Harry asked.

Marilyn cracked her eyes open. She’d licked all the way around the ice cream without touching the filling itself, just the cone. She giggled instead of answering. Harry was starting to get a strange feeling.

“You hurt the Hyde badly,” Marilyn said. “Your friends said the wound was so deep, it wouldn’t stop bleeding. Principal Weems found the arm at the scene. For you to be capable of that, you're quite the outcast yourself, Harry. You must be strong!”

“Well… I have my strengths,” Harry said.

“They must be very impressive!” Marilyn nudged his arm, again, this time poking him with her elbow. They were both sitting on the side of what seemed to be her personal bed. Harry furrowed his brow.

“Was that all you wanted to talk about?” Harry asked.

“Oh, no! There’s one other issue I have to bring up,” Marilyn said.

She got rid of her ice cream in one go. When Harry says that, he means that she put the last few inches into her mouth and swallowed hard; no chewing. He watched the shape go down her throat. She must have relaxed her neck, but Marilyn didn’t even show discomfort as the shape passed down into her stomach.

“Merlin!” Harry whispered.

“What, dear?” asked Marilyn, who thought that he’d been saying her name.

“Nothing!” Harry said. His pants were starting to get uncomfortable. The odd atmosphere that Marilyn had created didn’t help matters. “I was just wondering what you wanted to talk about.”

“Well, I’m not only responsible for YOUR dorm,” Marilyn said. “In fact, I’m in charge of the entire building. It’s my job to handle students’ problems so that they have a pleasant school life. There have been… Complaints.”

“What kind?” Harry asked.

“Noise complaints,” Marilyn said. “As it turns out, students have been complaining about screaming and loud thuds coming from your room at late hours. That’s in violation of Nevermore’s quiet hours.”

Harry blushed. “Sorry,” he said. “We’ll do better in the future.”

He didn’t try making any excuses. Wednesday typically took her poundings in near silence… But Enid was a screamer. So was Yoko, now that he thought about it. Plus, the impacts Harry made while slamming his dick in Wednesday was more than enough to wake up neighbors.

He hoped, without luck, that Marilyn would drop the conversation there.

“The reports specifically described female screams in an extremely high level of detail,” Marilyn admitted. “I’ve heard them described as feral, primal, desperate, even euphoric.”

Harry’s blush was getting worse. “Yeah…”

“Im not sure if I believe it!” Marilyn said.

“Pardon?” Harry asked.

He wasn’t even attempting to deny it. What did she mean, she didn’t believe it?

“A boy of eighteen years of age, causing women to experience such explicit pleasure? It’s not that I doubt YOU, Harry, but I’ve never met a man who could do the things you’ve supposedly been doing to your roommate and her friends. It just isn’t possible in a boy so young… Is what I’ve always thought,” Marilyn said. She touched Harry’s knee. “However, I take my role as dorm supervisor VERY seriously, and like I said, it hasn’t been just a few reports saying these things. I’m willing to challenge my own assumptions!”

“Meaning?” Harry asked, with a strong suspicion that he already knew.

Marilyn leaned into his personal space. “I’ll be the judge of your skills. Go on, Harry! Try to make me SCREAM…”

She bent over, pressing her face into his lap. 

Harry didn’t fight it while she opened his pants and stretched her lips around his shaft. Marilyn aggressively swallowed his dick, going at it with all the vigor and excitement that she’d shown to her ice cream cone a few seconds earlier.

“ULLLLK! GLUCK! GLUCK! GUUUULCK!” Marilyn gurgled. 

She had opened Harry’s fly and pushed his boxers down, not stripping him so much as opening a window to get to his manhood. She turned her petite body and lay down on her stomach along the edge of the bed, pushing her head up and down. When Harry caught glimpses of her eyes, they looked overjoyed with the taste of him. She was incredible with her tongue. Harry had seen it move over her cone dexterously while she was eating; now she was giving his dick the same treatment. He had to admit that, Morticia aside, she was the best cocksucker he’d had the pleasure of being with. 

Marilyn squirmed out of her jeans jacket while she was sucking his dick. Underneath was a thin undershirt that Harry could partially see through, spotting the outline of her red bra straps underneath the fabric. Her bright red hair started getting in her way so Harry grabbed it and held it out of her face in an impromptu ponytail. He heard (and felt) Marilyn giggle while she sucked him off.

Marilyn dragged her hair up, leaving lines of spit from her lips to his dick. “Aren’t you a thoughtful young man.”

She dove back onto his member as soon as she said it, forcing her head down faster and harder than before. She had an interesting approach, managing to mix Wednesday’s masochism with Morticia’s cultured and elegant oral style. Harry loved every second of it.

He held her hair with his right hand, reaching across her body to do it, and stuck his left hand down to her ass. Harry cupped his teacher’s ass through her skirt and gave it a nice, firm squeeze. After groping her a couple of times, he chose to spank her. 

The thick fabric muted the sound… but couldn’t hide the recoil her ass gave. Marilyn was packing some serious ass underneath her somewhat modest clothes.

“Mmmmm…” Marilyn moaned.

She swirled her tongue around his head. Plunging down, Marilyn deepthroated him easily. Her throat was incredibly durable, letting her take Harry’s whole dick without flinching or hesitating. He could watch the small woman's neck get bigger whenever his dick was inside. The view turned Harry on just as much as his tongue did.

He started to grope Marilyn’s ass HARD. His fingers sunk into one of her cheeks. He also tightened his grip on her hair. Since she showed some similarities to Wednesday, he figured Marilyn might appreciate some of the more forceful tricks sleeping with his roommate had taught him.

Harry was right. Marilyn moaned. Her toes curled; her calves flexed. He felt her ass quiver under his grip. She’d orgasmed before he had.

“Aren’t you excited?” Harry teased her lightly.

Marilyn giggled. She enjoyed it when he talked to her while she did it. Even when he pulled her hair, he moved his fist so that he wouldn’t slow down her blowjob. Marilyn did a fancy move that involved driving her head down and twisting her tongue inside her mouth. That was the last straw needed to make Harry bust.

Wednesday and the others, including Weems, hadn’t been able to visit as often as they would’ve liked. The school nurse realized the trick Bianca had played on her with siren powers and banned them from the infirmary. That meant Harry had multiple days worth of spunk backed up and ready to fire. 

Marilyn took all of that straight into her gullet.

It was a thick and heavy load. She made a noise like: “Gurp?” Seconds later, cum exploded out of her nose. She pulled her head up with Harry’s seed pouring out. 

It came from both of her nostrils, the left of which developed a bubble over the opening. Cum ran down Marilyn’s chin and dripped off her lips onto the bed and Harry’s pants. She coughed to avoid choking, since most of the load had gone right down her throat. When she pulled her mouth off of Harry, trace amounts of cum were still coming out of the slit of his dick, the orgasm not even completely finished yet.

Harry touched her back. “Are you alright?”

Marilyn had to swallow before she could speak. Her eyes gleamed.

“I think further testing is needed,” Marilyn said. “We haven’t seen you make me scream yet.”

Harry noticed that she no longer phrased it about whether he could or not. Now, she fully believed that he could… She just wanted to experience it. Maybe that was how it’d been from the start, considering how much the rest of this meeting sounded like a pretence.

Marilyn crawled to the other side of the bed, giving Harry a view up her skirt. She had panties with a cute little heart design stitched onto the back. He was mildly disappointed when she came back carrying a condom… But that was only a sign that she was rational about all of this. It was the girls he’d been with before who were reckless. 

“Get that on quickly,” Marilyn begged.

Harry played along willingly. He got up first and finished stripping. While he did that, Marilyn pulled her shirt off and sat down to shimmy out of her skirt. Harry pulled the condom over his dick, noting that she’d gotten the perfect size. He crawled onto the bed and got in front of Marilyn, who scooched into the middle, laying her head on the pillows.

Whereas Harry got out of all of his clothes, she’d left her underwear in place. While she lay in front of him, she unclasped her bra by reaching under her back, but left the loose bra in place. When she looked into his eyes, Harry knew that she was giving him the honors.

He pulled her bra off. Her breasts were large for her body’s size. They had a particularly round and protruding shape, hanging slightly more to the side on her torso than you might expect. They looked delicious. When Harry bent down and grabbed them, biting her nipples, Marilyn giggled and moaned.

“My panties!” she squeaked between her moans. “Get my panties off first! I need you inside me!” 

Harry made her wait a little more while he attacked her breasts, biting her areolas and tugging with his teeth. It wasn’t just because they were fantastic breasts. He knew that Marilyn couldn’t wait for him to penetrate her, so he was letting the anticipation build up and up.

Finally, moving fast like he was grabbing the snitch to end a quidditch game, Harry moved up and snatched her panties off her body. He had them past her ankles in a second. He let go before they were completely off, leaving them looped around the toes of her right foot. He moved his hips forward smoothly, inserting his whole dick in a single powerful, forward motion. Marilyn screamed his name:

“Harry!”

Her lower back came off of the bed. Harry grabbed onto her hips and held them as he started to fuck her. The tits he’d attacked—with lasting marks from his teeth already visible—started shaking and bouncing. They were as mobile as her ass, the jiggle of which Harry had noticed when he spanked her earlier. Harry noticed appreciatively how little fat there was on Marilyn’s body, even though she was approaching middle age.

“You’re a beautiful teacher,” Harry said. “As pretty as any professor I’ve ever met.”

That took some doing, too, considering he was taught by Professor Sinistra back at Hogwarts, a black woman with good enough looks to land a modeling job if she’d ever been so inclined.

“You’re too nice,” Marilyn moaned.

She looked remarkably cute with her glasses still in place, but the rest of her body bare. Somehow, keeping the eyewear in place made her seem MORE naked than if it had been removed. Harry wondered if he gave off the same effect. As Harry picked up the pace, Marilyn started howling.

“Mmmmm… Guh! Ah! NNHHH!” she exclaimed.

Her back was still arching. Harry thought she might’ve cum already, although if she did orgasm it was only a little one. He kept fucking her, feeling her getting wetter with every thrust.

Smiling cockily, Harry felt pretty good about proving his skills. He leaned over Marilyn’s body and put his hands next to her shoulders as if he was doing a pushup. From there, he leaned down to plan his lips on hers, but Marilyn turned her head at the least second. He kissed her cheek instead of her lips. 

Her legs came up and wrapped around Harry’s lower back. He could feel her toes curling against his body. This time, when he thrusted into her, he was SURE she’d just cum. He could tell by how her insides clamped down on his dick.

He didn’t try to kiss her on the lips again. Everyone had their own boundaries with this kind of thing; he wasn’t going to push her for something she might’ve seen as too intimate. The teacher seemed lonely, given the way she’d sought him out. This was a matter of lust, which Harry was more than fine with. He’d bang her brains out of that was what she wanted.

He went back to her boobs, working on them until there was more pleasantly bruised flesh than there was blank skin. Marilyn was pushing her chest up, basically forcing her boobs into his face with all of her might, enabling Harry to bite them even harder.

“Oh, goodness! Fuck! I-I mean, pardon my language… BUT FUCK!” Marilyn screeched. “GAH! AHHH! AH!” 

She had the answer to her question now; she was screaming as loudly as any of Harry’s girls, even Enid. Marilyn grabbed Harry’s back, her nails scratching into him. He grunted. Harry pulled his head up as he felt his load coming on. Before he busted, knowing that they would have to take a pause to replace the condom, Harry redoubled his efforts, determined to give Marilyn another orgasm before the forced reprieve.

He succeeded. Two thrusts before Harry’s orgasm swelled his condom, Marilyn screeched like an eagle.

“ACKH-HAAAAH!” was the closest Harry could come to putting it into words. 

Marilyn’s whole body tightened, from the grip she had on him to the way her pussy was squeezing Harry’s dick. The wet rush that passed through her cunt was so intense that Harry could feel it even with his dick in a condom’s embrace. Grunting, Harry came, just as he knew he would soon. When he pulled out of her, the condom’s tip hung like a medieval flail, weighed down by another thick collection of cum.

“Do you have another one—” Harry asked.

Marilyn moved her hands up his back to his head suddenly, dragging him into a direct kiss.

Harry was surprised, given that she avoided it earlier, but he relaxed into the gesture. His body kept relaxing…

Then the pain came.

“Uhng!” Harry cried out.

He meant to form a sentence but he wasn’t able to. His muscles were developing spasms. A pain almost as violent as the cruciatus attacked his nervous system. He meant to ask for help… Until he saw Marilyn’s eyes.

“Don’t bother. Nightshade poison,” Marilyn said. Still underneath Harry, she stroked his cheek. “It brings me such pain to do this to such a promising, THOUGHTFUL young man. You’re so attentive to those around you, Harry. That’s your undoing.”

She finally slid out from under Harry. He was helpless to stop her. His head hurt too badly to try to summon his wand. A throbbing headache felt like it was killing him… Because it was. He watched Marilyn wipe some kind of glossy poison off of her lipstick.

“It doesn’t take much to be afflicted,” Marilyn said. “You have no idea how hard it was not to lick my lips during all our fun. And it WAS fun, Harry. I wish you hadn’t killed my Hyde… I would’ve loved to do it again.”

She was the Hyde’s master! Harry’s eyes widened, but he wasn’t able to do anything else. He had to tell Wednesday!

Unfortunately, it was a fool’s dream. His body wouldn’t listen to him. Plus, he had a feeling he knew who Marilyn was going after next.

“You and Wednesday Addams… Such thorns in my side,” Marilyn said, starting to dress herself. She still had Harry’s cum on her and her crotch was a mess of her own leaked juices, but that didn’t stop her from monologuing. “Her, I expected. She’s THAT ONE’s descendent, after all. But you? You were a surprise. An anomaly. A THREAT.”

Marilyn smiled at him, pulling her shirt on. She hadn’t replaced her bra, leaving the outline of her nipples standing out. She tilted her head, smiling at Harry, and he KNEW that Wednesday was next on her list.

“I’ll give you credit. You’re excellent in bed,” Marilyn told him. “But you aren’t the only one who can make your girlfriend scream.”

She left the room, smiling, on her way to end Nevermore forever, while Harry was left immobile on the bed.

Somewhere deep inside of him, Harry’s anger stirred and whipped into a frenzy. He refused to leave things like this. 

Every muscle in his body feeling like it was on fire, he started the fight to MOVE, one small movement at a time… While, as the seconds ticked by, his heart struggled to keep beating…