Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter Explore's Sexuality with Hedwig ❯ Waiting far too long... ( Chapter 1 )

Harry Potter sits, alone and bored. His only company here on Private Drive was Hedwig. As he watched her tearing a mouse to pieces in her cage, he couldn't help but admire the way she ate. She was determined, ravenously ripping the limbs apart, feasting on what little meat there was on the skinny, skeletal structure of her prey. The scene aroused a feeling in Harry that he was accustomed to during times like this, but this time it burned with more intensity than ever before.

As he lay on his bed, looking on with his unblinking stare, his hand fumbled with the button on his jeans. With one hand behind his head, as if a casual onlooker, he slowly reached into the inner part of his undershorts, and let out a sigh of pleasure. He continued to look on; Hedwig ripped the mouse's flesh, and Harry stroked his. The act ended all too soon for Harry, and he was unsatisfied.

The door was already locked, and it was nighttime, the only time he could count on not being interrupted. He rose from his bed, and let his jeans and underwear drop to the floor. Careful not to make too much noise, he crept over to Hedwig's cage and opened the door. She gave him a curious look, and hooted in a questioning way. A smile spread across Harry's face.

“I know you've been wanting this as long as I have,” he whispered softly as he reached in to let her climb on his arm. The talons sunk into his skin, but it only heightened his pleasure and served to increase the strength of his erection. He gently placed his other hand on her back, and walked back to his bed, all the while locking his gaze with hers. He started to pet her gently on her back, feeling the soft feathers his fingers longed for, here in his lonely solitude. He moved his free hand under her wing then, feeling the softer, gentler feathers underneath. “Untouched beauty...” he whispered to himself, “You've never felt this before.” With those words, Hedwig gripped more tightly on his arm, and blood trickled across the hairs on Harry's arm.

They never stopped staring at each other as Harry moved his hand lovingly, gently through these under-feathers, while with the hand connected to the arm on which Hedwig was perched, he began to stroke himself again, slowly and firmly. Hedwig hooted softly in pleasure, not yet knowing what all this was about. Harry's pleasure began to heighten as he noticed Hedwig was enjoying herself as well. With the up and down motion created by his stroking, he began to move his hand toward Hedwig's backside, ruffling her feathers. Her eyes became wider yet as she began to understand. Harry's smile flashed again.

His forefinger found a warm and tender spot underneath her tail feathers. He massaged the flesh gently here, and the spot began to moisten as Hedwig hooted deeply, as if this taboo were exactly what she desired. Harry became excited, and began to stroke himself more rigorously, and massage the soft flesh of Hedwig's cloaca. Her grip tightened more still, and punctured all the way through the skin, and Harry let out a slight yelp of pain and pleasure.

Hedwig hooted loudly as Harry became more and more intense with his movements, grunting every so often. Hedwig's feathers puffed out and she hooted over and over, with and obvious sense of pleasure and satisfaction.

Then Harry moaned loudly as his seed spilled out all over the underside of Hedwig, coating her feathers with a layer of his semen. He stopped his finger movements as well, and Hedwig lessened her grip on his arm. They stared at each other a long time, while a feeling of guild slowly crept into Harry's conscience. Hedwig's eyes closed, for the act had tired her out. Harry stroked her feathers a bit more before returning her to her cage, where she stared back thankfully.

Harry felt guilty, but deeply satisfied. This was the first time, but he was certain it wasn't going to be the last. He laid in his bed and smiled lovingly at his beautiful owl. “I'm sorry you had to wait so long, dearest love,” he whispered. He slowly drifted into sleep.