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The Veela’s Captive - Chapter 5 - The Exhibition - Feat. Katie, Lavender, Tonks
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After levitating a fucked senseless Luna and Gabrielle onto beds within the suite of rooms that they’d rented in the expensive seaside hotel, Harry and Ginny moved back out onto the patio, where they sat down on a pair of deep-seated lawn-chairs, and stared at the sunset with their poker faces on.
“You fucked Luna and Gabrielle… like, a lot,” Ginny began, her voice very calm but equally judgmental.
“You slipped me so many arousal bolstering and inhibition diminishing potions, I’m lucky I didn’t fuck a dolphin,” Harry replied, his tone just as casual.
As Harry’s counter-attack struck home, Ginny froze in place for several moments in a row, before drawing in a very deep breath and then changing the direction of her approach. “You didn’t try to have sex with me…”
After nodding his head as if considering Ginny’s words, Harry tilted his head in the beautiful redhead’s direction with a skeptical arch to his eyebrows. “It appears to me, wife, I fucked the two women that you arranged for me to fuck…”
“So it’s my fault then,” Ginny seethed, righteous indignation in her voice.
“You drugged me with mood and libido enhancing potions,” Harry repeated, both slowly and clearly, before the calm expression that he’d been maintaining suddenly cracked, and he pierced Ginny with glowing green eyes. “Cut the crap, Ginevra. You don’t want me anymore. Your friends do… and you served me to them on a silver platter.”
“And now they’re unconscious,” Ginny accused with a hard expression upon her face. “You’re not satisfied until you fuck your lover into a mind-broken heap on the sheets.”
“You can’t seriously be saying I make you cum too much,” Harry breathed out, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
“And what if I am,” Ginny argued in return. “What if I want to actually be enough to satisfy you? What if I want to actually survive the experience? What if I want to make YOU cum?”
“You DO make me cum… You’re usually just a little bit preeoccupied at the time,” Harry countered, his words confident at first, and then less so near the end.
“You only cum when there are mascara tracks running down your lover’s face, their mouth is hanging open, and their eyes are rolled up into their head,” Ginny accused. “You get off on domination! You get off on…”
“A trait that the two of us clearly have in common,” Harry loudly interrupted, bringing an end to Ginny’s rant. ”YOU also desire to be the Dom in our bedroom, which is why you dislike being overwhelmed so much and why date-raping me into destroying your friends had you more excited than I’ve seen you since our wedding night.”
While Ginny opened her mouth to argue, after actually thinking about what her husband just said, her mouth closed again and she turned her attention back towards the water.
Having come to an impasse, Harry and Ginny simply sat there, watching the sun drop beyond the ocean horizon, at which point Ginny finally broke the silence. “I suppose… I could convince you to do that again, with me present, I mean,” Ginny mused with an odd look upon her face.
As Harry stared at his wife’s pink-faced look of embarrassment, he realized what the woman was REALLY asking of him, and he scoffed even as a grin slid across his face. “So you want to team up and dom all your friends, huh…”
“Well… It beats letting our… incompatibility… completely destroy our marriage… and it really does turn me on,” Ginny slowly replied with a shrug of her own. “You’re my husband, Harry. I love you, and I’m proud of you… I just don’t want to end up your glassy-eyed cumdumpster every single night… It’s not my thing.”
As Harry nodded his understanding without any signs of offense, Ginny started wishing she’d just explained her issues almost a full year earlier. Then, when she saw a relieved expression sweeping across her husband’s face, she realized he felt exactly the same way.
“So… How do you want to go about this then,” Harry finally asked, as he conjured two bottles of Firewhiskey and handed one over to his wife.
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Over the week that followed Harry’s surprisingly brief argument with his wife, a carefully controlled rumor began circulating around all of Ginny’s unmarried female friends. A state of affairs that they could hardly believe possible, given how possessive and territorial the Potter matriarch actually was.
The woman was a cuck… like, a real one. More specifically, she liked watching her husband reduce women to a fucked-senseless state, which according to a newly single Luna Lovegood’s testimony, the man managed to do to both her and a hybrid Veela at exactly the same time.
Luna couldn’t lie to save her life, so her story was trusted and accepted as fact. More importantly, everyone WANTED to believe it because of what it signified…
Harry Potter’s cock was now on the market.
It was a very hot and bothered Lavender Brown that whispered the rumor into Hermione Granger’s ear, because the very gossip prone woman couldn’t protect a secret to save her very life. Hermione, in turn, informed Fleur, and the two women were left feeling… upended.
On paper, this turn of events shouldn’t even matter… but the truth was far different. Both women ended up feeling a bizarre but powerful possessiveness, as well as an intense feeling of sudden alienation. Harry’s days in a sexless marriage were over, and he was most likely going to fuck all of Ginny’s friends with nothing diminishing his cognition, growing closer to them in the process.
Neither Fleur nor Hermione had ever had that from the man before…
And they likely never would.
At exactly the same time, another Veela by the name of Gabrielle was not so patiently waiting for Ginny Weasley to call her over to the Potter Manse, only to realize three days later that she was being kept at a distance again, and then recognize the reason why…
Her allure… Harry was extremely vulnerable to it, and Ginny didn’t want her whispering anymore unknown demands into his ear.
Well… pox that… Gabrielle Delacour would NOT be kept at bay… which is why she started circulating a little rumor of her own to all of the women that Ginny Weasley was NOT involving in her debauched little coven. If these women could fabricate legitimate reasons for Harry to visit their homes when she was present, Gabrielle would arrange for them to have unfettered access to the man’s cock, his balls, and his utmost… obedience.
A storm was brewing within the ranks of Magical Britain’s witches… and Harry Potter was very amused.
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One Week after Harry and Ginny have their ‘argument’, February 14th, Valentines Day…
A few days earlier, when all of Ginny’s female friends received a letter informing them that she was having a get-together for the ladies that didn’t manage to find a man for Valentine’s Day, all of the women who received the letter DID have dates arranged for that particular day…
Unsurprisingly, over the two days that followed Ginny’s invitation, all of the women involved ended up having their dates ‘fall through’, and they were expected to attend the Potter wife’s red and pink themed get-together.
Harry actually felt bad for the poor blokes that were likely approaching those dates with good intentions, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel a fire in his gut as seven Pm and Ginny’s party came about, and his wife ran around in a cloud of reds and pinks.
The house looked… disgusting… what with all the hearts and arrow wielding cherubs magically affixed everywhere, but that much was to be expected…
What WASN’T ugly, was the teeny, tiny, little red dress that Harry’s very lean but curvy wife was all but spilling out of, or the way that it matched and accentuated her fiery red hair… The woman was gorgeous, and now that Harry was able to see her as a sexual creature again, he found his cock stirring angrily in his traditional black trousers.
Ginny noticed, and she smiled seductively, even as she shook her head that, no, she wasn’t on the menu. Over the last few days, the woman went out of her way to get Harry all riled up, with slutty clothing, exaggerated seduction, and boatloads of casual intimacy, but she never called anyone over because she had something in mind…
And while Harry was currently hurting even more than before he and Ginny managed to sort themselves out, he couldn’t say he didn’t understand… Tonight was an… exhibition… of sorts, which is why his wife wanted him at his best.
Fwoooooosh! The party’s first attendee just arrived, entering through one of the receiving parlor’s Floo.
Harry didn’t enter into the receiving parlor with his wife, because on the surface her little get-together was a ‘female only engagement’. Instead, he spent the time in the workshop, laying down a series of spell-traps on the wards of his home, making preparations to deal with any ‘surprise’ visitors that may arrive… Then, when a horse Patronus galloped cheerfully into the room and then nodded its head at him before dispersing, he knew that his attention was required by his wife.
Walking upstairs into the very red and pink public area of his home, a wide and irrepressible smile grew across Harry’s face at the sight before his eyes. A raucous party with loud music, plenty of wine, and women, a LOT of them…
Arrayed across the room in order from right to left was Katie Bell, Luna Lovegood, Lavender Brown, Parvati and Padma Patil, Su Li, and Nymphadora Tonks, all dressed to kill in tiny and insubstantial pink, red and white dresses that revealed FAR more than they concealed.
Harry didn’t hide his appreciation as he crossed the room, he smiled at the girls, and then he managed a nod towards Tonks, because the woman was so much more than some casual fling, and he didn’t know what to make of her presence. Tonks was beautiful, yes, DEFINITELY, but she was also a high ranking member of Magical Britain’s Auror force, she visited his office in an official capacity on a regular basis, he respected her as a colleague and a professional, he valued her as friend and surrogate family, and for all of those reasons he’d always been careful NOT to notice her many, many charms. Charms that were on full display tonight, as the Metamorphmagus was currently transformed to look like a Succubus straight out of an erotic novel…
While Harry didn’t quite manage a casual smile when he first caught sight of Tonks, in the end, his gaze lingered on her body in a way that had her biting her bottom lip.
And just like that, Harry didn’t give a damn about maintaining the status quo anymore… which was probably Tonks’s intention all along.
As if Harry’s arrival was a cue of some kind, all of the gathered women formed a semi-circle on the far side of a table near the fireplace, where they alternatively stared in his direction with unabashedly hungry expressions on their faces, or glanced towards an elaborately decorated box with a hole in its top that was sitting on the table. At the same time, Ginny moved up to Harry’s side of the table, where she addressed the amassed women with an exceptionally naughty little smile.
“Alright ladies… Now that we’ve all settled in, had some wine, and have performed the required Oaths of secrecy, I think it’s time to see who wins the right to go first, and who, other than Luna, needs to wait for next time,” Ginny announced while gesturing towards the box.
Moving away from everyone else, Luna sidled up to Harry’s side and stared up into his eyes with her usual semi-vacant smile upon her face. “Everybody agrees that I’ve already had a turn… but I think a pack of feral Slagglesnorks are clouding their judgment…”
After nodding his head as if he knew what para-zoological creature Luna was talking about, Harry gently curled an arm around the woman’s waist, kissed her on the temple, and then subvocally carried some words into her ear via magic. “If I don’t get to you over the next few hours, find a guest room and stay the weekend. I’m certain my wife won’t want her best friend to go neglected.”
Unsaid was the fact that Harry had zero intention of sending a newly single Luna Lovegood home without a well-fucked pussy and a womb stuffed to the brim with his seed, and since she was an unnaturally perceptive young woman, she immediately caught on, pressed a hand into her tummy just below her navel and wiggled happily at his side.
At exactly the same time, Ginny pulled her wand out of Gods know where, and then waved it towards the box on the table, causing a series of sparks to emit from the coin-slot opening in its top before a slip of paper was ejected into the air.
“The first witch to have Harry’s undivided attention will be…. Katie Bell,” Ginny announced in a game show host’s voice, with the required arm motions in the young woman’s direction.
Instantly and dramatically, Katie Bell’s tan and freckled face flushed red right to the roots of her relatively short and spiky brown-hair, but she also glanced in Harry’s direction several times in a way that made her desires exceptionally clear.
With a second spray of colorful sparks, a second slip of paper was ejected from the box and floated to Ginny’s outstretched hand. “The next witch to get her hands on Harry’s body will be…. Lavender Brown!”
While Lavender Brown moved to Katie’s side with a very mischievous smile upon her face, Padma, Parvati, Su Li and Tonks started to look at each other with nervous expressions, because only one more woman would get to participate in this particular event, and they did NOT want to have to wait for next time.
Sparks cascading into the air, a third slip of paper landing in Ginny’s outstretched hand, and the woman was opening her mouth to announce the last victor. “The last woman to take part in this event will be…. Succubus Tooooonks!”
With a raucous cheer from Tonks and a series of equally rowdy boos from Padma, Parvati and Su Li, the three women that wouldn’t be taking part trudged towards a nearby couch, where they pulled out the pink and white wrapped boxes that they’d be receiving as a consolation prize.
Opening the boxes, the three dejected looking girls found a brand new set of… Omnioculars… at which point their eyes started shining with peak level amusement. As it turns out, they’d all be going home with high-quality recordings of tonight’s events to ‘tide them over’ until next time. Pulling on the Omnioculars, the three women stood in a line, ready to begin ‘filming’ the festivities.
At the same time, Ginny Conjured a futon style bed on the floor a few meters away from the fireplace, and then turned back towards her husband with a lecherous smile growing clear across her face. “Okay, girls, first thing’s first. The anti-conception charms…”
With a dutiful air, all of the girls waved their wands towards their own tummies, performing what looked like a trio of Anti-conception spells on their wombs… although to Harry’s magical senses, the pale blue light that came out of Lavender’s wand was just that… light… Apparently, young Miss Brown was trying to pull a fast one…
Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes… or even more likely… laugh.
“Good,” Ginny chirped out before turning towards her husband, and gesturing at their dresses. Now… I think we all know what my husband wants to see right now…”
With a trio of nods, all three women moved to within a meter of Harry, where they started peeling themselves out of their skin-tight little dresses, starting with Katie, who moved with a sporty enthusiasm that was more cute than seductive. Then again, when the woman removed her dress to reveal the pale pink (with white frills) bra and panty set that she was wearing, Harry did have to admit, the woman had it where it counted.
Katie’s body was surprising to Harry because she was so athletic and lean, he’d always thought the woman would be all skin and bones when she disrobed… but she wasn’t. The woman had sleeper curves hidden within her clothing, or maybe it was more accurate to say that she was so slight, her completely average sized breasts looked quite large and full in comparison. Then there was her ass. Her ass was big for her body type, rounder than round, and toned, which could only mean the woman performed a vast number of squats every single day, and would likely make a killing as an influencer.
Next up was Lavender Brown, who was well-aware that she was sexy with her mixed blonde and brown hair, pouty lips and big expressive eyes, so she made a grand production of Transfiguring her dress into bubbles that drifted away from her body to reveal a dark-pink lingerie set (complete with thigh high stockings) that struggled to contain her curves. The woman was curvaceous, had been since she was only thirteen, and she was in the habit of wearing extremely low cut clothing to excellent effect. What Harry did NOT know was that Lavender was quite gifted, in that she was an adult woman now, and was developing in a similar fashion to Hermione Granger. Lavender was all hips, thighs, big bouncy buttcheeks, and a teeny tiny swell of a belly just to give a man something to plow into…
After taking in Ms. Brown’s body, Harry was legitimately surprised that the rather tricksy and shrewd woman wasn’t ALREADY a Noble Lord’s trophy wife via shot-gun wedding… but then, the girls that she lived with (all of whom were here), were having a REALLY good time being young and beautiful together, so maybe she’d been living her best life.
Last, but certainly not least, Nymphadora ‘just’ Tonks, drew off her pink and white dress to reveal a blood-red underbust corset underneath… and all of the women in the room unconsciously murmured their admiration... Sporting salmon-pink skin, a small set of dark-red devil-horns, elven ears, yellow-cat-slitted eyes, elongated canine teeth, jet-black hair cascading down her back, and a dark-red heart-barbed devil-tail sprouting from her tailbone, Tonks had all of the hyper-curvaceousness that you’d expect from a seduction demon. In fact, to Harry’s trained eyes, it appeared the woman was emulating a Veela body type, but with slightly bigger breasts and a fuller ass, making her look absolutely obscene. Her breasts especially, bounced beautifully atop the half cups capping her corset as if they were completely unaffected by gravity, with her dark-pink nipples jutting up towards the ceiling.
Nymphadora Tonks was sex on legs, which was NOT how she let people see her at the Ministry… but that was probably the point.
Moving up to Harry’s unoccupied side, Ginny slid a hand down his back to pull his eyes away from the three bombshells standing in front of him, and then she gestured down at his body with a meaningful expression upon her face. “You’re overdressed, husband.”
With a nod of assent, Harry slowly unbuttoned his shirt, drew it away from his body, and then allowed it to drop to the floor amidst several coo’s of appreciation and some heated whispering from over on the couch. Then he did the exact same thing to the buckle of his belt before unzipping his pants, and the quiet din of female commentary was dashed by a gathering of shocked inhales and several lusty groans. Harry’s pants and underwear were resting around his ankles now, providing everyone in the room with an unobstructed view of his extra-long, extra-thick, extra-intimidating cock, and six different women were moving in his direction, completely forgetting their roles in the intensity of their surprise.
“You took this inside of you,” Katie squeaked up in Luna’s direction, after dropping to her knees at Harry’s feet, and staring at his cock from extremely close range, his cocktip bobbing in the air just inches from her nose, a bead of precum forming at its tip.
“No pain at all, despite the fact he took my virginity,” Luna described with a satisfied smile and a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “That… and I climaxed so hard I saw a Grollsnap lose its Jinglehorn…”
For just an instant, everyone in the room glanced at Luna In response to her bizarre description, before returning their attention to Harry’s cock, and how it was growing larger by the second, throbbing and swelling with every beat of his heart. The girls wearing Omnioculars especially, moved from Harry’s right to his left or vice versa, as they took in every last inch of the man’s hard-throbbing erection ‘for science’.
“It’s hot, it's heavy, it smells clean, but… musky… powerful,” Katie observed, after easing forward so that Harry’s cockhead lay atop her slightly parted lips. Then her tongue slowly ventured out to poke at his glans, and her eyes instantly widened along with the reddening of her face.
“He tastes intoxicating,” Luna voiced on Katie’s behalf, while running one hand up and down Harry’s stomach muscles and squeezing his right asscheek with the other. “He tastes… superior.”
Dropping to their knees next to Katie, both Lavender and Tonks draped their hands atop the bridge of Harry’s dick, all four of their hands lined up in a row to span the length of shaft not resting atop Katie’s face.
“Zhǒnggōngchù,” Su Li breathed out from the sidelines, as she depressed a button on the side of her Ominoculars to save several still frame images.
With a small, almost subvocal moan of soul-deep arousal, Katie’s lips suddenly spread open to allow the very tip of Harry’s cock to hook up under her upper lip, allowing the woman to start spreading her little maw around his over-large cockhead in a series of squishy squelching wiggles. At exactly the same time, her hands rubbed up the man’s inner thigh to cup and squeeze the double-sized testicles that were hanging so heavily between his legs, and she saw Tonks and Lav start jerking the man’s shaft in towards her lips.
Without ever needing to say a word to each other, Lavender and Tonks both started milking Harry’s cock into Katie’s adorable little mouth, combining four fussy hands, two licking tongues and a desire to spoil the man completely rotten to create a spectacle of outrageous sex appeal. Katie, Lavender and Tonks weren’t competing for attention, but rather they were longtime girlfriends focused on a goal, and you could tell. For one, Tonks and Lavender’s hands didn’t fight for possession of Harry’s cockmeat. Instead, they expertly jerked precum into Katie’s mouth with picture-perfect pumping pressure, and when they had to move in order to kiss and lick at his shaft or balls, they managed to do so with just a split-second of eye-contact beforehand.
At exactly the same time, Katie just barely managed to cram Harry’s cockhead into her mouth, at which point she found she quite literally couldn’t fit anymore of him inside of her tiny little maw, and she groaned her displeasure even as she licked at his tip and sucked him hard enough to collapse her cheeks around his meat. It was quite obvious that Katie was grateful that Tonks and Lav were so helpful and attentive, because it allowed her to focus on kneading Harry’s balls atop her palms, and licking swirling circles around the very tip of his dick.
And standing above it all with his hands threaded down into Lavender and Tonks’s hair, Harry groaned his pleasure and approval. Katie’s adorably cockstuffed cheeks were chipmunked out in the extreme, and the moisture pooling in her eyes made him want to bully her, or pamper her, or some mixture of both...
Both.
Harry would do both… and he knew exactly how to do it.
Moving slowly enough for the girls to react but too fast for them to object, Harry abruptly dropped down to his knees, his cock popping free from Katie’s mouth and slipping free from several hands. Then, after resting on his calves just in front of Katie, he lunged forward, he swept her onto the flat of her back by hooking his arms under her knees, and then he started kissing his way up her inner thighs.
“HaRRRIIIEEE,” Katie bleated out as the man’s hands roamed up her trim little tummy towards her cute pink bra, he planted a heated trail of kisses up her thigh towards her mons, and the triangle crotch of her panty suddenly shifted aside to reveal her pink and puffy sex. Then she was covering her face with her hands, because her pussy was visibly dripping without ever being touched, THE Harry Potter was staring at it from extremely close range, and his hands were sliding up around her ribcage to curl around the cups of her bra. “Harry hohhh~! Hohhh-my-gawwwd~!”
Katie’s embarrassed exclamations abruptly loosened into a long and messy moan, when Harry lightly dragged the very tip of his tongue up her pussy-lips to her clit, where the appendage began flicking right and left at a fast-paced irregular tempo. The man was a Parseltongue, and he was hissing sensation bolstering incantations directly into her vulva, with his tongue vibrating just inside of her sex… and Katie was lost to the pleasure, her legs squirming above the man’s shoulders, her toes flexing in the air.
Very abruptly, Harry had flipped the situation on its head, but Tonks and Lavender were far from finished with the man’s cock and balls. Whipping out her wand, Tonks cast a levitation charm on Katie’s body floating the woman a meter and a half into the air, and then when Harry rested his ass on his calves again to follow Katie’s pussy, she and Lav crawled towards his newly revealed cock, and they returned to their earlier worship. First came Lav, with a wide open mouth, squishing and squelching several inches of dick into her throat before sucking so hard her lips dragged like a sleeve against his cockmeat.
Pop!
Next came Tonks, who, after giving Lav a look of chagrin, stretched her sexy little mouth down every - last - wrist-thick inch of cockmeat that Harry had to offer as if she was a boa constrictor swallowing a meal… or perhaps a Succubus ensnaring its prey…
Every woman in the room (except Katie), froze in place, as they watched a massive, cock-shaped lump descend down Tonks’s slim and swanlike throat, until the Metamorph’s lips smooched at Harry’s pelvis, her nose was buried in his neatly trimmed pubes, her chin was buried in a vast amount of ballsack flesh, and Harry was grunting into Katie’s pussy in a mixture of shock and pleasure… Then the girls clapped and laughed, as the woman sloooowly withdrew her mouth up the length of his dick with a wet and sloppy slorping sound that had Harry’s balls bucking and bobbing between his legs.
Pop!
Unconcerned about Tonks’s phenomenal skills, Lav immediately took her turn upon Harry’s cock, because two mouths always beat one in the eyes of men everywhere, and hers were some of the best. Then again, she also cast a few select warming, tingling and pulsing charms upon her mouth, tongue and esophageal lining on the sly, so that the next time she crammed the man’s dick down her throat, she caused his thighs to tense up, and his balls to dance atop her palms…
Pop!
Completely oblivious to the performance that Lav and Tonks were completing below her, Katie shook, shivered, and squirmed weightlessly in the air, as Harry Potter’s tongue devoured her sex with a fluttering intensity that sent pleasure sparking up her spine and had a hot achy tension coiling in her cunt. She was so close, and she was going to cum so freaking hard. Then she was whimpering piteously as Harry's mouth abruptly pulled away from her pussy, his hands curled around her waist, and she was drawn back down towards the ground in Harry’s arms
Katie didn’t see Lavender and Tonks sidle aside as she was pulled down into Harry’s lap. Nor did she see the expectant looks on all of the spectator’s faces, or how Ginny Accio summoned herself an armchair. What she FELT was the exact moment the blunt tip of Harry’s crab-apple sized cockhead pressed up against her hot, wet, overheating vulva to nestle between her pussylips, she felt the building pressure as his crown pried open her labia, and then she felt his cock start spreading open her slick and steamy insides to an extent that SHOULD have been quite uncomfortable, but was the furthest thing from...
With pain-negation, pleasure-bolstering, muscle relaxing, and healing spells flowing throughout Katie’s sex, Harry managed to cleave every last inch of his cumbersome cock balls-deep inside of the woman’s stupendously tight little pussy in one slow-paced seamless movement, pulling her down into his lap just in time for the woman to reach the orgasm that he’d edged her to. Then he smiled into the woman's hair as she shook from her head to her toes, moaned long and hard into the meat of his shoulder, and held him tight with both her arms and her legs wrapped around his back.
“So much fuck-huge dick… so deep inside of my tummy,” Katie mewled into Harry’s neck, her words manic, her hands pawing at his back, her hips trembling and squirming in his lap in a way that milked and massaged his cock... “I’m ruined… You’re ruining me…”
“I’ll cast powerful regeneration charms on you when we’re done," Harry assured the woman who’s cunt was coiling around his dick, only to hear Tonks and Lavender laugh at his sides, and a pair of mouths to begin kissing at his shoulders, neck and jaw.
“Katie’s not worried about the state of her pussy,” Lavender purred into Harry’s ear, while pressing her newly uncovered, stupendously full and sexy breasts into his right arm.
She’s talking about how no other man will measure up now,” Tonks whispered from Harry’s left side, her equally impressive breasts free of their cups to pillow his arm, and her devil-tail curling affectionately around his waist. “Just like Luna described, Katie just came while taking you inside…”
“So impressive, so hot,” Lav crooned before biting and licking at Harry’s earlobe and neck.
“Your body, your cock, your magic… You’re making me insane,” Katie loosely, whorishly ranted, as her orgasm slowly ebbed away and she started rocking her hips in Harry’s lap. “I can’t think, can barely breathe, but I want you so bad, want to make you cum, want to feel it deep inside!”
With a growl of assent, Harry’s hands curled around Katie’s flawlessly sculpted asscheeks to lift her soft, slick and steamy little sex up the length of his dick, and then he groaned his pleasure into the heated kiss that she suddenly pressed upon his lips. At exactly the same time, Lavender Brown curled her arms around Harry’s ribs from behind, pressing her breasts into his back, while Tonks hugged Katie from behind to knead magic into both of her nipples.
By the time Katie’s possessive little pussylips were sucking on the flared-out glans of Harry’s cockhead, the man was surrounded on all sides by silky soft curves, and Lavender was sucking a hickey into the side of his neck. Then, when he pulled Katie back down into his lap and his cock pumped womb-deep within her sopping wet sex, he gave her what she wanted, and he gave it to her hard.
Even as Harry began scrubbing Katie’s pussy up and down the length of his cock at a much faster rate, he allowed himself to start cumming, and he saw the moment his new lover felt it in her womb. Just a single instant after a gigantic rush of sperm completely flooded her passage, Katie’s irises dilated open like an animal experiencing a fight or flight reaction, her face, neck and breasts flushed red, goosebumps grew across her arms and her thighs, her mouth dropped open, her body tensed up, her pussy tightened up like a vice, and then she humped herself down into Harry’s lap so hard, she struck her own cervix like a gong, and she sobbed her excitement into the crook of his neck.
But Harry wasn’t done fucking Katie just because he was cumming, and he made that much very clear when his arms curled around the woman’s ribcage, he started hauling her pussy up and down his shaft in a rapid series of slick and sticky squelches, and he drove his semen directly into her womb with thrust after thrust after thrust.
Katie screamed, long, loud, broken, her eyes glazed over and wet with unshed tears, her mouth ajar and her tongue poking out, her climaxing cunt sending lightning up her spine to the point she couldn’t see beyond the stars in her eyes.
And when Katie finally came out of the orgasm that just whitewashed her mind, she found herself laying on her back with a triangle pillow lifting her ass in the air, she found Harry on his knees in between her spread open legs, she felt his giant dick pounding into her body… and she saw Lavender and Tonks rubbing and pawing at her tummy, where a cock and cum bump was rippling and bucking with every deep-dicked thrust of Harry’s cock.
Metaphorical hearts filled Katie’s vision in that moment, as she came out of the best orgasm of her life to find her body building towards a third one, and she recognized that Harry James Potter could fuck her FOREVER if he desired to, creampying her cum-hungry little cunt over, and over, and over again…
“Oh Gods, oh Goddesses~! Haaarrriieee~!” Katie gasp/moaned out, her breasts heaving, her thighs trembling, her ultra-creampied pussy squeezing around Harry's vein-ribbed shaft in a way that felt gluttonous and obscene. “Your sex… I can’t go on without it~!”
In that moment, it became very clear, Katie Bell was a Potter Family slut… She knew it, Harry knew it, Ginny knew it… but then, that was the whole entire point.
With a hand gently cupping Katie’s face and a feral twist to his lips, Harry leaned forward over the witch’s body to start fucking her both harder and faster, until his balls started cracking down against her upraised asscheeks, and the woman’s legs kicked helplessly in the air at their sides. No mercy, no restraint. Harry drove his dick down into the woman until cum, femcum and fuckjuices splurted free from her overwhelmed little pussy, the woman released a ululating scream, her toes curled, her eyes fluttered, and her tummy flexed to compress Harry’s cock within a sucking sauna of skin-tight cunt-muscles.
On and on Harry fucked and creamed Katie’s orgasmically coiling cunt into a foamy, cum-spilling mess, until finally the woman’s consciousness started flagging, because she wasn’t a Veela, which meant she wasn’t built to climax so many times, so quickly, and in so little time… at which point, a wave of magic quickly pulled the woman off of Harry’s cock with a loud and sloppy pop, and she was deposited at Ginny’s feet directly in the puddle of femcum that the woman was releasing on the floor.
“Now, now, Harry,” Lavender purred after gently pushing Harry onto his back, straddling his thighs, sandwiching his cock up between her large, soft, pillowy breasts, and then sucking the pussy-juices and cum from his crown. Pop! “No need to mind-break our dear Katie,” she continued, while licking traces of semen from her newly cumstained lips. “Not when Tonks and I are dripping on the futon…”
Nodding her agreement, Tonks lifted Harry’s head and shoulders up onto her lap to rest her breasts atop his shoulders.
“For years now, wanted you so badly… couldn’t have you,” Lavender slurred out, her tongue swirling circles around the very tip of Harry's dick.
“Visiting your office for one thing or another, getting wet, getting needy… getting no relief at all,” Tonks groaned, her arms curling up under his armpits to paw and grope at his chest and stomach muscles, her unusually-long tongue lapping gently at his neck.
“No more waiting, no more pining,” Lavender breathed out almost incoherently, as she flexed her thighs to rise up above Harry's waist, dragging the hot cylinder of cockmeat down her belly until his cockhead pressed flush against her pink and puffy sex. The woman was clearly beyond merely aroused, as a warm stream of pussyjuices instantly ran down Harry’s length when his cocktip parted her labia, and yet the woman rocked her hips forward and back as if to tease him into a frenzy.
Harry’s hands slid up the thick and sexy thighs that were curled around his waist, enjoying Lavender’s excessively milfy body and the way the woman’s giant rack swayed and bounced with her every movement. Then he groaned happily when the mixed-blonde witch abruptly moaned in surrender and widened her legs, impaling a very hyperactive pussy upon his cock inch after wrist thick inch.
Apparently, Lavender was an expert at the various sex magics that are too risque for casual conversation, because her cunt-muscles were pulsing, clenching and pulling on Harry’s shaft in a rhythmic fashion that spoke of subtle spells and quite a bit of practice.
Lavender Brown was bringing her A-game, and you could see in her eyes that she knew exactly how good her pussy felt upon his dick… At exactly the same time, Harry’s cock was stretching Lav out like she’d never had before in her life, it was leaking magic into every nerve-cell that her sex contained in the form of healing, pleasure-bolstering and pain-negation spells, and his crown was striking against her cervix in a way that caused an electric tension to develop deep within her tummy.
“Please cum for me,” Lavender whimpered out, when she finally finished rooting her perfectly O’d out pussy-lips down against Harry’s balls, only to find her asscheeks and thighs twitching and trembling in a state of orgasmic oversensitivity. Already, she could feel an impossible to ignore tightening deep inside of her sex, a lust-driven coiling that had her pussy squeezing and squirming and priming to explode…
Rather than responding with words, Harry continued rubbing his hands up and down Lav’s thighs, waist and vaguely cock-tented tummy, as the witch started slapping and clapping her thick, sexy asscheeks down into his thighs, massaging his cock with quick but compact humping motions that insistently rubbed his cocktip within the entrance to her womb. Right away, it was clear that Lavender was just moments away from climax, in the way that the woman shivered and shook and panted for air. It was also quite clear what the woman wanted Harry to do in return, and where exactly she wanted it…
But Harry had no intention of surrendering his semen so easily to a woman that was trying to get herself knocked up on the sly, even if he COULD render his seed completely inert. Instead, he simply lay back, reveled in the hot, wet, massaging tightness that was Lavender’s exceptionally well-trained pussy, took in the raw eroticism that was her ultra-curvy body bouncing in his lap, took in the way that she was pawing at his stomach muscles with fussy groping hands, took in the fuck-drunk look on her increasingly flushed face… and he held his climax at bay with a flex of his magical muscles…
Harry would make Lavender WORK for it if she desired his seed, and all the while, he would tease her to the brink, magically, physically, and psychologically…
“Fuck, just look at your sexy tits and childbearing hips,” Harry groaned out, his right hand dragging up the woman’s thighs to paw at her left asscheek, his left hand sinking knuckles deep within her left breast, and his magic flowing through her body in the direction of her clit. “Tell me the truth, Lav… How is it some lucky young lord isn’t flooding your womb every night?”
Rather than respond with words, Lavender reacted to Harry’s very manipulative question as if it was a full hour of focused clit-licking, her eyes widening to the size of saucers, her pussy tightening up like a vice, and her riding motions growing jerky and spastic on a pair of badly trembling legs. The woman was cumming, hard, and she was spilling pussy juices all over Harry’s balls and inner thighs, but she never once stopped riding the man and she never allowed herself to slow down. She powered through her orgasm with an unbroken string of long and whorish moans, and she belly-danced her pussy up and down Harry’s cock in a way that was designed to milk out seed.
And Harry groaned out the words, ‘yes, that’s it, more, faster, fuck me,” with hooded eyes and increasingly tensed up muscles, causing the blonde on his lap to move with more and more enthusiasm, and he incrementally, increased the intensity of the magic that he was releasing into her cunt the whole entire time until the bimbo was getting the kind of treatment he usually reserved for Veela. Less than five minutes later, Lavender’s eyes were hooded and glassy, her tongue was hanging out of her slack-jawed mouth, her face, neck and tits were flushed red, her body was covered in goosebumps, and she was cumming her fucking brains out again and again and again…
At exactly the same time, an aggressive smile slipped onto Harry’s face because he felt it with his magical senses…
Two women, a witch and a Veela just entered his receiving parlor through one of the Floos, where they just set off the Confundus charm trap that he left for their enjoyment.
It was time for him to get on with the show.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck~! Please God, please Harry, please give it all to meeeee, “ Lavender loudly squeal/slurred, when she finally felt Harry's cock expand womb-deep inside of her body, and her frantic cockriding motions changed into a fast-paced rowing of her hips with the man’s entire massive cock hilted balls-deep inside of her sex. “Fuck your cum deep into my body, Harry~! Make me a Potter family bitch~!”
With a grunt of pleasure and a groan of satisfaction, Harry did just that, allowing a particularly huge load of freshly cooked cum to surge up the cumvein of his cock into Lavender’s skin-tight little hole, at which point the woman’s calves curled in under his thighs, trapping him inside, assuring that her womb took every - single - drop…
In the end, around the time Harry’s first few cumshots caused a subtle cum-bump to grow into place behind Lavender’s belly-button, and the blonde witch started screaming a mind-melting orgasm up towards the ceiling, an invisible Fleur and Hermione entered the room, where they stood as mute witnesses to Ginny’s debauchery. Under the effects of Harry’s Confundus spell, Fleur currently believed that some mechanism of the Potter Estate’s Wards was diminishing the strength of her Allure, which left her and Hermione with no reliable way of shanghaiing the proceedings.
With their loss of control, Fleur and Hermione COULD HAVE gone home, they could’ve rejoined their husbands for whatever Valentine’s Day activities that the two men had planned… But they didn’t. They stayed to watch helplessly from the sidelines as Harry curled up into a seated position and murmured encouragement into Lavender’s ear, allowing him to showcase everything that the two of them had never had from him before… Him, coherent, capable of speech, and taking part by CHOICE.
“You’re so fucking good Lav,” Harry groaned out while pulling the orgasmic woman’s ultra curvy body flush to his own, slapping and pawing the glorious globes of her ass, and grinding his cum-spilling cockhead within the mouth of her womb. “Take my cum, take all of it, because this sweet little pussy is mine…”
“Yess, God… yesss~,” Lavender deliriously slurred out into the crook of her lover’s neck, overwhelmed that Harry James Potter’s seed was swelling her highly fertile womb, assuring the fact that she was definitely going to conceive a child… and that knowledge had her cumming, and cumming, and cumming until everything faded to black.
Without ever pulling the fingers of her right hand out of her soaking wet snatch, Ginny once again, levitated a fucked senseless woman off of her husband’s cock, but even as Lavender Brown's twitching, trembling, cum-leaking body lay limply at her feet, her attention moved to the third woman taking part in the festivities…
Once again, Succubus Tonks was pressing her big, beautiful, salmon-pink-tinted breasts into Harry’s back, but now her arms were curled around his waist so that she could slowly, sensually pump her hands up and down the length of his cum-slathered cock, and she was kissing his neck while purring sex into his ear. The words that the Metamorph said were simple, straightforward, and very appropriate for a Succubus… “I need you inside of me, Master. I neeeed to drain - your - balls…”
Unbeknownst to everyone but Harry, Tonks was also making use of an Auror-issue spell that creates short term empathic links, which was allowing her to speak directly into his mind. “Ginny doesn’t appear to know that normal anti-conception spells are quite ineffective on Metamorphmagus, because our bodies are far too versatile… which suits me just fine. I know you’re powerful enough to render yourself infertile at will… but if you don’t, and we continue having these little ‘parties’ together, you and I are eventually going to have ourselves a happy little accident, at which point I’ll have no choice but to become a Potter family mistress. Please let that happen, Harry… Let me be yours, and I’ll spoil your cock as your one woman harem…”
When Harry growled low in his throat, Tonks bodily shivered from her head to her toes, before nibbling on the man’s earlobe, and slowly rising to her feet. Then she was walking in the direction of the couch and the three Omniocular wearing witches that were sitting on it, where she placed her feet together, leaned forward in between Padma and Parvati to curl her hands atop the back-rest, arched her back to display her ass to best effect, and completed a look-back at the source of her many desires…
Harry was already standing just a meter behind Tonks’s back, his cock rock-hard and dripping pre, a predatory look in his eyes.
After licking and biting her lower lip, Tonks waved her stupendously round and full, heart-shaped ass right and left for the man’s enjoyment, making no attempt to hide the pussyjuices that were dripping from her pink and puffy peach of a pussy. “Come and get it, M~A~S~T~E~R~, I can’t wait anymore.”
After levitating his wife’s armchair closer for an unobstructed view, Harry lay his cock down within the cleavage created by her big bouncy buttcheeks, he tightly curled his hands around the woman’s waspish little waist, and he grinned as her devil-tail curled affectionately around his lower back and thigh.
Tonks groaned at the weight of Harry's cock resting atop her lower back even as she humped her butt upwards to clap her cheeks around his meat.
With a groan of his own, Harry slowly eased back his hips to drag his cockhead down towards Tonks’s visibly squirming pussy-lips.
Padma and Parvati rose to their knees for an eagle-eye view of Tonks’s body, Su Li draped herself over Padma's shoulder, and moving in at their sides, two invisible witches watched the proceedings with their fists clenched white at their sides.
Harry never said a word out loud, but after casting the same empathic spell on Tonks that she just used on him, he conveyed one single word directly into the Metamorphmage’s mind…
“Mine.”
Seemingly with no warning whatsoever, Harry thrust his hips forward as if he was pounding his dick into a fully-aroused Veela, and yet he wasn’t the slightest bit surprised by what he felt in return. Tonks’s ultra-soft, ultra-snug, ultra-versatile, shape-shifting cock-milking cunt took every last inch of his wrist-thick dick with the tightness of a virgin and the ease of a whore. Then, when his cockhead slammed home into her spongy little cervix, her passage tightened up around his cock, molding around every lump and bump of his shaft in a way that couldn’t be described. Instantly and with a suddenness that drove an audible groan from Harry’s lips, the woman’s pussy was sopping wet, piping hot, coiling tightly, and drawing him deeper inside like a sharply sucking mouth.
“Such a lewd pussy, so tight, so fucking possessive,” Harry growled out, just an instant before he felt the woman’s cervix submit to the pressure being applied on it, allowing his crown to pop into her womb, before tightening up again into a perfect sucking seal…
“It’s Your lewd pussy, yours,” Tonks loosely, whorishly moaned, while grinding her asscheeks back into Harry’s lap with an insistent pushing pressure that left her buttcheeks rippling, wobbling and flattening against his thighs. “Yours, your pussy, all fucking yours~!”
After withdrawing his cockhead from Tonks’s ultra-possessive womb with a popping/slurping sensation that felt absolutely incredible, Harry quickly thrust his crown back inside because… fuuuuck… Tonks’s sucking sleeve of a sex was completely irresistible. Then he repeated the act with a slightly wider hip swing, and some more both longer and faster with every repetition, until his thighs were plapping and slapping against Tonks’s upraised asscheeks, his balls were cracking against her inner thighs, his shaft was churning her pussy with a rapid series of squishy slurping pumps, and the woman was bracing her arms against the couch in order to keep her face out of the cushions.
Again and again with increasing ferocity, Harry pounded his cock into the bent-over sex-demon’s hot, thick and fuckjuice dripping cunt, his hands curled tightly around her tiny little waist, his hips crashing into the glorious globes of the witch’s sensually swaying bubble-butt, his eyes locked on the way her asscheeks bounced and wobbled and ripped in his wake.
And Tonks did her very best to give as good as she got, forcing her legs to remain ramrod straight while humping her hips back to meet her lover’s every deep-dicked thrust, bending forward as low as possible to maximize the view, and staring back into Harry’s eyes with bottomless lust glowing in her own. The woman made sure to showcase just how lewd her body really was, how versatile, flexible and curvy, how wet, hot, tight and needy…
But Harry’s cock felt like bottled lightning rubbing and scrubbing every single nerve-cell that Tonks’s slutty little sex had to offer, she felt her thighs begin to tremble as a growing climax drove the air from her lungs, and she feared that she’d collapse when her legs finally gave out on her.
At which point, Tonks’s remaining leg-strength became completely irrelevant…
Moving quickly, Harry pushed Tonks down to all fours atop the couch before grabbing twin fistfulls of her heavy, wobbling titmeat, squeezing her breasts hard enough for his fingers to completely disappear within her flesh, pulling her body up against his chest, and then driving his dick up into her body hard enough to lift her knees clear off of the couch.
“Oh fuck, Master’s cock is so long, so thick, so deep in my wooomb,” Tonks absentmindedly whimpered out as she began shrinking her tummy to allow a visible cock-bulge to appear from her pelvis to her navel, showcasing the way Harry’s wrist-thick dick was plunging womb-deep inside of her pussy, making the way that he was filling her hot and dripping hole look as obscene and carnal as possible. At exactly the same time, she cupped Harry's cheek with one hand, pawed at his thigh with the other, and gyrated her hips to roll her asscheeks back into his lap. “Do it, Master~! Please~! Destroy my little cunt~! Enslave me to your crazy fucking dick~!”
With a low-throated growl directly into Tonks’s ear, Harry cast a wandless telekinesis spell to lift and drop Tonks’s body up and down the length of his cock, allowing his hands the freedom required to bounce and squeeze the woman’s overabundant titmeat atop his palms, pinching and rolling magic into her pretty pink nipples. A moment later, when the Succubus’s nipples were stiff enough to cut glass, his right hand rubbed down the length of her unnaturally slim little tummy to begin releasing magic directly into her pussylips and clit, and he allowed his lover to pull his face into a manic series of sloppy, tongue filled kisses.
“Cumming again, cumming on your perfect fucking cooock,” Tonks keened into Harry’s hair, as a slippery stream of femcum gushed out between the man’s rapidly rubbing fingers to drip off of his heavy hanging balls, and her pelvis muscles visibly tensed up to squueeeeeze the man’s bitchbreaker dick…
Harry never stopped, he never slowed, he continued scrubbing Tonks’s cunt up and down his dick again and again and again, womb-fucking the metamorph until her pink skin turned red, she started gasping for breath, and her feet spastically drummed against the couch cushions in her loss of control.
“Please… Master…” Tonks finally begged, after another eight minutes spent being driven to climax after climax. “Maaahahhhster~! I beg of you~! Cum in me, cum deep inside of meee!”
With a groan of maxed out contentment, Harry allowed the supreme sexiness and satisfaction of the moment to flow over both his body and his mind, and he felt his balls tense up against his shaft as an electric pleasure coursed throughout his cock. Succubus Tonks’s orgasmic little pussy was rippling, massaging and milking his dick directly into her ultra-possessive womb like nothing he’d ever felt before in his life, his wife was watching with her fingers curled knuckles-deep within her fuckjuice leaking cunt, a trio of witches were recording absolutely everything from less than half a foot away, and a pair of invisible witches were watching absolutely everything happen with expressions of helpless arousal on of their faces…
It was perfect.
With a groan/growl of imminent release, Harry suddenly pressed Tonks’s lower body flush against the backrest of the couch, pinning her in place with his cock hilted balls-deep inside of her body, and the heavenly globes of her ass cushioning his thighs. He nibbled on the woman’s neck, his left arm curled tightly around her ribcage, and his right hand curled around her swan-like neck in a loose but assertive grip…. And just like that, Harry was holding his newest lover still with supernatural strength, his cock was rooted balls-deep inside of her hottest, most fertile depths, and they both knew exactly what was happening…
Tonks squeaked, twitched and then bodily shuddered in Harry’s grip, as just the idea that the man was about to seed her sent her into another body rocking orgasm, leaving her squirming helplessly in his grip like the breeding bitch that she was. She clutched at her lover’s asscheeks and curled her devil-tail around his waist, she whimpered, she keened, her mouth dropped open, her tongue lolled out, her eyes grew glassy, her head dropped bonelessly atop Harry’s right shoulder, her chest heaved, her breasts bounced, her thighs trembled, and her pussy tightened into a perfect sucking seal…
Nymphadora Tonks was on fire with arousal even as she shook her way through yet another violent climax… but that was the moment that Harry finally started cumming… and she completely lost her mind. She felt his cock spasm as a gigantic rope of seed surged down the length of his cumvein, she felt his cockhead expand to plug up her cervix from within, she felt a heavy, molten, liquid-mass swell her womb until she was stuffed like a Christmas turkey, and she felt a cum-drunk euphoria light up her mind within a tidal-wave of chemical completion. Tears pooled in her newly vacant eyes, she shook like a leaf, and she frantically humped her ass down into Harry’s lap even as he turned around to display her increasingly cumflated tummy to everyone in the room.
Sitting down on the couch with Tonks still impaled upon his cock, Harry continued releasing load after load into the woman’s increasingly cum-swollen womb, until finally her sex was creampied well-beyond capacity, and the remainder started spurting free onto his balls and the couch.
“Hooohhhhhgaaaaawds, Haaaarrrriiiee,” Tonks loosely, throatily, submissively moaned into the wizard’s neck, one of her hands pressed down against her cum-leaking cunt-lips in a vain attempt to prevent his sperm from leaking out, while the other hand pawed at her navel and the cumbump that was tenting out her tummy. Even then, as her pussy shivered with orgasmic oversensitivity, she continued rowing her unnaturally full and erotic asscheeks down into Harry’s lap in her all-consuming desire to seduce a bigger, thicker cumload from his balls, and she could feel the man’s sex responding to her efforts, bucking and jerking deep within her tightly coiling cuntmeat, glutting thick streams of virile seed directly into her babymaker…
At the same time, Harry’s hands gently, intimately rubbed up and down Tonks’s thighs, tummy and rib-cage, driving a lovesick sigh from her lips even as she pressed a weak little kiss onto his jaw.
But then another four hands gently took a hold of Tonks’s arms, the fucked-silly Succubus was pulled off of Harry’s dick with a loud, wet and sloppy pop, a deluge of pearly white cum started flowing from her overridden cunt, and she whimpered her disappointment as she was laid out on the floor. A level of upset that made no sense whatsoever, considering the fact that the woman’s tummy was still vaguely swollen around the cum sloshing in her womb, her pussylips looked like someone had poured a can of white paint into them, and if she had the energy to actually think, she’d simply seal her pussy shut with her transformative abilities…
Harry’s cock, on the other hand, didn’t remain cumstained for very long at all, because Katie and Lavender were back among the living, they were quick to drop to their knees between his spread open thighs, and they were quite happy to clean and then polish his length with mouth and twining tongues…
Two Hours Later…
“Love your cock, love it, loooove iiiit,” Tonks weakly, deliriously moaned into Harry’s neck, as he pumped more of his cum into her womb in missionary position, she squeezed his back with her scissor-locked legs, and her eyes rolled up below fluttering eyelids. By this point, the woman was no longer maintaining her Succubus transformation, but had sprouted a pair of white and fluffy bunny ears instead, her hair following suit by becoming a wavy white mass,
And Harry came like a lunatic, again and again until his balls were almost painfully empty, as apparently, he had an unrealized bunny-girl fetish that his brand new lover just helped him discover…
Pop!
The sound that Harry’s cock made when it shlorped free from the swampy morass of churned up semen within Nymphadora Tonks’s poor little pussy was the very definition of obscene, and it drew a smile to his lips as he leaned back on his haunches and took in Lavender and Katie’s fucked-senseless forms. What made him smile even more, albeit with a heated, feral glint in his eyes, was the moment that an invisible Hermione Granger cast yet another powerful anti-pregnancy Charm on the shape-shifting witch, as apparently the auburn haired beauty did know how efficient Metamorph wombs are, and how they’re mostly resistant to conventional contraceptive charms.
Hermione just prevented Harry from knocking up his longtime friend and coworker, Tonks, which meant the woman thought she could dictate who he bred with even as she attempted to steal his line at every opportunity.
And Harry was amused… but he was also super pissed…
Abruptly, Harry’s anger was interrupted, as after straddling Tonks’s belly to lay his cock in between her breasts, the woman immediately grew her tits to completely submerge his shaft within stupendous amounts of cleavage, her tongue elongated out of her mouth to coil around his cockhead, and she slurped it down onto her sharply sucking maw.
Such a good girl…
Leaning forward to stare into Tonks’s eyes, Harry linked their minds with empathic magic and then conveyed what needed saying… “If you’re good, I promise you’ll have your ‘accident’ at some point over the next year…”
With heated eyes and cheeks caved in around the cock in her mouth, Tonks slowly nodded her head in a way that squeezed Harry’s dick into the beginnings of her throat.
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To Be Continued
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Translations (of dubious quality)
Zhǒnggōngchù = Chinese word for breeding bull
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Author’s Note:
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