Hagrid returned to his cabin exhausted. It had been a long day working out on the cold damp grounds, collecting pumpkins in preparation for following night's Halloween feast. He slumped in his chair, sweat trickling down his face.
Suddenly he heard a flutter at the window. He turned his head. "Oh hello there Hedwig. Wotcha doin' flyin' 'round 'ere?"
A soft seductive hoot escaped the owl's fluffy chest.
"Oh…". After a few seconds of thought and a quick glance round the nearby grounds, he gave Hedwig a not-so-discreet wink. "Come 'ere Hedwig…come sit on my lap"
Hedwig flew through the window and landed on Hagrid's left knee. "Whoa girl, that's quite a grip you've got there."
"Hoot."
Hedwig then leaned over an nipped at the button at the top of Hagrid's trousers. It came off easily and tumbled to the hard wooden floor. Hedwig's clear experience startled Hagrid. "Now now Hegwig, how 'bout we take things slow?"
Another soft hoot was heard through the attractive feathery owlette clinging to his knee. She responded to his question by inching along his leg, closing in on his crotch.
"Wotcha doin' there girl?" Hagrid mumbled. Hedwig then started rubbing her head up against the large lump in his pants, and he let out an involuntary soft moan.
Another, more forceful and seductive hoot from Hedwig was too much to handle. He could feel his blood pulsating south, and within seconds his half-giant dick was as hard as his rock cakes.
Hedwig ripped away the remaining fabric covering his cock and with her sharp beak bit down – hard. Hagrid let out a roar, but did nothing. He was overwhelmed with both pain and pleasure. As she continued, his breathing quickened, becoming more ragged with each passing second. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"…just a mo'!"
Hagrid quickly did up his pants, leaving Hedwig tucked neatly inside to finish her business. Wishing for a few more minutes of privacy, Hagrid reluctantly went to greet his visitor, trying not to moan.
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