Harry Potter: School Counselor
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Summary:
A time travelling Harry Potter has been hired on as Hogwart's very first mental health counselor. Will his peculiar methods be effective in helping the many sexy witches that are sent his way? Probably, yeah.
Chapter 1: Bellatrix Black
"I'll be frank with you, Mr. Potter, I just don't see the need for a school counselor."
Dumbledore had to give it to the young man, his confidence did not waver in the slightest as he sat across from him, legs crossed and clad in a robe that looked very close to a muggle suit.
"That is quite understandable, Headmaster. After all, this is a brand new field of healing. But I am confident I will be able to show you the benefits. First, my credentials."
The young man snapped his fingers and Albus tried not to appear impressed by the casual show of wandless magic as several certificates and forms unfolded themselves from inside Mr. Potter's coat pocket.
Whatever this young man was, he was certainly no huckster.
"Healers certification from the MACUSA Board of Health, Masteries in Mind Healing and the Shamanic Arts, PhD in muggle Psychiatry." He read off each of his very impressive accolades.
"Very good." Albus nodded, deciding to humor the young man. He was overqualified to be the school nurse, but Albus was in no hurry to replace Madam Pomfrey, who was doing an excellent job.
"And finally, this." Mr. Potter snapped his fingers again, and a folder unfurled itself before settling down atop the headmaster's desk.
Albus stared at the folder, once again, made out of muggle material. The Americans truly were something else. He opened it up and began to read from the paper, eyebrows shooting higher and higher with each line of text.
Mr. Potter smiled. "I spent the past three years at Salem's, and in that time, the amount of fights, arguments and incidents dropped precipitously. Not only that, but overall grades increased by twenty percent. Now, I can't take full credit for that improvement, but you cannot disagree that improved mental health and collective harmony creates a better learning environment."
"This is very impressive." Albus said, well and truly at a loss for words.
The young man across from him smiled, knowing he had him and readying the killing blow. "I've taken the liberty of doing my own research by pouring over the public records, Headmaster. Hogwarts is a wonderful institution, certainly the premiere wizarding school in Europe, but it had issues. Harmless pranks escalate into frequent bullying, blood purity is particularly an issue. I have noted that over the past five years, incidents against half-bloods and muggleborns have increased dramatically."
It was true. It was very true. It was funny how, even when compared to the previous decades, Wizarding Britain had become hotbed of unrest due to blood purity, with the most ancient and noble families striking out at those they felt were destroying their way of life.
Albus had felt relieved, five years ago, when he'd heard of Tom Riddle's death. For years, he'd had a growing sense of dread that the young man he'd once taught was destined to plunge the wizarding world into another era of darkness. After Tom's demise, and after confirming that his Knights of Walpurgis had dissolved, Albus had thought wizarding Britain had been pulled back from the brink of destruction.
Except it hadn't. Not really. Tom Riddle had been merely a symptom. With him gone, the purebloods lacked a magically powerful figure to unite them under his banner, but they still wielded plenty of political power. Abraxas Malfoy, Corban Yaxley, Mulciber and others, they had all taken to the wizengamot and to the presses to advance their rabid pureblood ideology.
Over the past few years, the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin, which had always been contentious but somewhat cordial, had mutated into an ugly, toxic, dangerous thing.
"And you truly believe you can make a difference, Mr. Potter?"
The young man's emerald green eyes, so expressive, so full of life, glinted with determination and purpose. Albus couldn't help but find him endearing.
"I know I can help, sir. I may have grown up across the pond, but my roots are here, in England, and it pains me to see the divisions that threaten to tear this nation apart," he shook his head, "I need to do my part, no matter how minute the impact."
Albus couldn't help himself, he chuckled. His head shook as his chest rumbled. Beside him, Fawkes looked on in amusement.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but its not everyday one meets someone as driven as yourself." Albus' blue eyes twinkled as his mind quickly worked something out, "Are you skilled on a broom, by any chance?"
Potter grinned. "I know my way around."
"If you can split your time between counseling and being our flying instructor, I believe we can work something out."
"That sounds lovely, Headmaster. Where do I sign?"
….
Harry had been ready to jump right into his work, but he hadn't quite expected to be called upon before the opening feast had even ended.
There was a rough knock at his door. He waited a few moments, inspecting his knuckles, before finally calling out.
"Come in."
The lock disengaged at his command and the door was flung open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang.
Harry remained unbothered as the seventh year Slytherin stomped her way towards him. Without lifting his head, he wagged his finger, gently coaxing his door closed.
Bellatrix Black missed the act of wandless magic as she stopped in front of his desk, arms crossed and a hateful sneer painted on her face.
Harry finally looked up, eyes slowly drifting over miles of creamy skin. Bellatrix's skirt wasn't overly short, reaching down to her knees, but her thick and meaty thighs still overpowered one's field of view. At only seventeen, Bellatrix had the body of a much more mature woman, with wide hips and large, pillowy breasts. Her average height notwithstanding, she was closer to the image of an amazon than a dainty pureblood princess.
Not that anyone would call her a dainty pureblood princess, even if she'd looked the part. Bellatrix Black was a menace, a raging psychopath who didn't see blood purity rhetoric as a truism as much as it was a perfect excuse for her to inflict pain upon others.
"Ah, Miss Black! You're my very first patient!"
Bellatrix snarled at his cheerful tone, flipping her thick, curly hair as she bared her long, sharp nails as if they were talons.
"Don't call me a fucking patient!" she snapped, her violet eyes swirling with a burgeoning madness that had not yet overtaken everything else. This Bellatrix Black still had some lucidity behind those eyes, even if it was extremely twisted.
"But you are ny patient, Miss Black. There's no shame in it. Please, have a seat."
Harry gestured for her to sit. Bellatrix's hand twitched, and her hand jumped to her hip, ready to brandish her wand at him.
A chair popped into existence behind her and slid up under her, scooping her up as she collapsed onto it, her wand slipping from her grip and clattering to the floor as it rolled away and under Harry's desk.
"What the fuck!" Bellatrix tried to get up from the chair, only to find that the egg-shaped chair kept rotating around, frustrating her efforts. Stubborn as she was, Bellatrix only tried harder, but the harder she tried, the harder she tumbled inside the seat, looking like a bizarre open-air dryer.
When she finally gave up, her hair had turned into a wild, frizzy mess that reminded Harry of her older, post-azkaban self. Her violet eyes were now positively murderous, reminding Harry of a pissed-off lioness. Or an irritated kitten.
"Get me off of this thing!" She screeched at him. Lacking a wand, she pulled at one of the many expensive gold rings she wore on her fingers. She popped the ring off and threw it at Harry, who didn't flinch as the piece of jewelry flew by the side of his head and clanked against the stone wall behind him.
"Now, Miss Black, do you know why you were sent my way?"
"Because McGonagall's a worthless, muggle-loving cunt!" She screamed back, Harry's calm demeanor serving only to anger her further.
Harry clicked his tongue. "No." He looked down, making a show of re-reading the note the transfiguration professor had sent him, "It says here that you broke a fourth year girl's nose and cast a pain curse at another girl."
The curse Bellatrix had used wasn't the cruciatus, but it was definitely in the same family tree, a concerning curse for a grown mage to know, much less a student.
Bellatrix growled, folding her arms as she sank further into the cushion. "Its what those mangy mudbloods deserved! Just deduct your fucking points and give me my detentions already."
Harry had been informed that Bellatrix had stopped attending detention over the past few years, no matter how many she received. Her father being on the board of governors, along with her excellent grades, had kept her from being suspended or expelled, and it had set a very nasty precedent, signaling to the slytherins that they could act without consequence.
"Miss Black, I don't know if you heard during the feast, but I am Hogwarts' new mental health counselor. My name is Harry Potter."
"Potter!" She spat, eyes glowing with renewed fire. "What are you? A bastard child? A dirty half-blood mutt?"
Harry smiled placidly as he shook his head, "oh, you mean my relation to the Potters here in Britain? I'm a distant cousin, branch of the family that moved across the pond."
"So you are a half-breed."
It seemed that even the token level of respect shown to professors was not present for him. It was not surprising, many in the school had snickered when his title had been announced, and Harry had heard more than a few disparaging remarks during the opening feast.
"Bellatrix… can I call you Bellatrix?"
"You fu-"
"Bella, listen to me." Harry's emerald green eyes focused on hers, and suddenly, Bellatrix found her lips clamping shut.
"Bellatrix, you are a very intelligent witch. Your grades are excellent, from all that I've heard, you are the most talented witch of your generation. You are far too smart to believe these tales of blood supremacy. I believe that your behaviour is a symptom of a deeper issue, something that has entrenched itself within your psyche."
Bellatrix scoffed derisively, sneering at him as she lifted her chin up. "Please! What an absolute joke! What are you trying to say? That I act the way I do because of some childhood trauma? That I lash out due to being abused by my terrible, evil family?" She leaned forward as she spoke. "Not to upend your muggle hogwash, Potter, but I love being a Black. We were brutally punished as children for even the smallest slight. We were put under the cruciatus, just so we knew what it felt like. I've watched my father behead three of our house elves right in our drawing room."
She tilted her head to the side as her eyes glowed with malevolent glee. "My sisters don't like it. Narcissa, she tries to hide it away, she tries to pretend like none of it ever happened. Andi hates it, she hates us all, and I wouldn't be surprised if she tries to run off with the first mudblood dog that sniffs around at her knickers. But me? I loved every second of it, I loved all the agony, all the pain. I'm not some terrified little creature, Potter. I enjoy what I do, deep in my bones."
She finished her spiel, waiting for him to be horrified by her words. She was shocked to see him tapping a quill against his cheek, a clinical look on his face.
"Yes, its exactly as I thought."
"What the fuck are you talking about?! Did you not hear a word I just said? I'm not a traumatized little doe!"
"I never said you were, Bella. No, what you have is textbook mental distortion. While your upbringing certainly helped it along, its definitely innate in you. You, Bella, are a masochist."
"What?!"
"You're a masochist. You enjoy pain. Feeling it, inflicting it on others. That is why you're so overt with your supposed blood supremacy, because it gives you an opportunity to act out on your desires."
"Desires?" Bellatrix hissed.
Harry stood up from his desk, his full height suddenly becoming very apparent. He was quite a tall, broad-shouldered man.
"W-What do you fucking mean by desires?!" Bella stammered, now feeling very defensive as Harry rounded his desk and stood over her. She tried moving, but found her body had practically been sucked in by the seat.
"Tell me if I'm wrong, Bella. When you hurt other people, do you get a tingle between your legs?"
Bellatrix gasped, "you bastard!" This time, when she tried to move, she actually did manage to get up from her seat. She sprang to her feet, her momentum carrying her forward as her fist came flying down on the counselor's chest.
"Achk!" She reeled as she felt as if she'd punched a brick wall. Her hand instantly began to throb, a throb which turned into a sharp sting as Harry grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard.
"Ahhhh!" She screamed as Harry looked down at her impassively. "But it makes you even wetter when you feel the pain yourself, doesn't it?"
"You're a fucking… disgusting fucking…" Bella gasped as Harry's grip on her hand became crushing, sending a constant current of pain shooting down through her forearm.
"Even now, as we speak, I bet your pussy is starting to get soaked, isn't it?"
Bellatrix squirmed under his grip, thighs rubbing together as a clear, slick liquid soaked through her knickers and ran down her legs.
"FUCK YO-"
Bellatrix barely saw the backhand coming before it struck her across the cheek. Off-balance, she was sent spinning, tripping against her seat and tumbling onto the floor.
Bellatrix was slow to get up. She felt a deep, stinging pain on the side of her face and the inside of her mouth, along with several other bruised on her knees, shins and wrist.
But the main reason she was struggling to get to her feet was because her knees were buckling and her core was absolutely on fire.
Bella had never felt something so intense before. Her entire body was heating up, making her feel like she was going to suffocate as she became short of breath. Her legs were trembling and her pussy… her pussy was clenching so tight it could split a quill in half.
She thought back to all those short little thrills she'd felt, the rush she got when she made someone hurt, when she looked into their eyes and saw fear and pain at the forefront. None of that compared to this, not even when she'd been a child and her father would cane her for misbehaving.
"Ghack!" She was grabbed roughly by the scalp, forcefully tugged up onto her feet. Her entire body was going wild as her eyes fell upon this man - Harry Potter - with a new understanding.
He was tall and strong, and he was oozing with magical power.
"Yes, Bella, I think I have just the right treatment for what ails you," he flexed his wrist and pulled her hair back even harder. Bella gasped as she felt some strands tear off from the scalp. "A daily dose of pain, enough to sate your lust so that you don't try to inflict it upon others. Oh, but this is not a simple case-"
His hand thrust out and grabbed her by the neck. Bellatrix's eyes bugged out as he constricted her airway, powerful fingers flexing, leaving no doubt to how easily he could crush her windpipe.
Bella's eyes rolled back as she squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as they became further doused in her slime.
"You can't get off on 'safe' pain, can you, Bella? You can't play pretend. You need someone who can actually hurt you, someone powerful."
He threw her against his desk, and Bella huffed as the edge caught her on the stomach and her knee smashed against the hard wood, splitting it open and causing a trickle of blood to stream down her shin, a red river to match the clear slick on the inside of her thigh.
Her heart was beating savagely as she felt his presence behind her, a sense of pure danger filling the air as he flipped up her skirt.
Harry let out an appreciative breath as the globes of Bellatrix's thick, juicy asscheeks were exposed, her knickers having bunched up and been eaten up by her ass-crack and pussy lips.
"Fuuuck!" Bella cursed as Harry's hands groped her freely, squeezing her ass and sliding down to palm at her fat pussy lips. As Bellatrix mewled weakly, Harry gave her lips a tight squeeze, watching as even more juices flooded out like syrupy nectar from a ripened fruit.
"So, tell me, Bella, does this treatment sound right for you?"
"F-Fucking h-halfbl-AAAAHHH!"
*THWACK!*
Harry had reared his hand back before bringing it down hard on her pussy, giving it a loud, painful smack that left the entire area red.
"We cannot work through this if you're not honest with me, Bellatrix. If you're not honest with yourself." Harry brought his hand - now stained with her cunt juices - up to her face and wrapped it around her nose and mouth, giving them a squeeze as Bella was forced to inhale her own slick. "We both know you need this if you ever hope to get better, but I will not help you if you're in denial."
With his free hand, Harry swatted her pussy once more, even more forcefully than last time. Bella's eyes watered and her legs shook as she moaned against Harry's palm, causing her to swallow her creamy secretions.
"I'm going to let go now. I hope you make the right choice."
Harry relinquished his hold, taking a few steps back to create some breathing room between him and Bellatrix.
The seventh year turned her head to the side, lips quivering as her violet eyes were wide and doe-like, making her look like a lost child.
Harry folded his arms as he gave her an expectant look. "Well?"
"P-P-Please." Bella mumbled, her breathing coming in labored as her lips hung open.
"Please what? Come on, Bella, there will be no second chances."
Bellatrix's eyes darted every which way, an internal battle raging in her mind. It was a battle that ended rather quickly, as the girl leaned forward on the desk and poked her bum out, presenting her ass and her swollen red pussy to him. "Please make Bella feel good."
Harry smirked. "You will behave around others? There will be no treatment if you don't behave, Bella." As he spoke, Harry undid the cuffs of his shirt and loosened his tie, walking forward as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
"I-I-Bella will behave!"
He grabbed her by the hair once again, bringing her face level to his as he stared her down with his smoldering emerald green eyes. "If there is even a hint of bad behaviour, Bellatrix, this is over. If you step a single toe out of line, if you hit another student with a tickling charm, my treatment will end."
He didn't wait for her to continue affirming her compliance. Instead, with a little bit of magic, he pivoted around and threw her clear across the room.
Bellatrix shrieked as her back collided with a bookcase, a loud crack being followed by the whole thing folding over and collapsing on top of her.
Harry strolled calmly, shedding clothing until he stood over the collapsed bookshelf, naked as the day he'd been born and with a massive, throbbing erection bobbing eagerly, ready to strike.
Harry snapped his finger and the bookshelf vanished, debris and all.
Bellatrix was in a heap, covered in nicks and cuts. Her clothes were torn in several places, her hair now fully a dishevelled mess.
She was whimpering, hand buried between her legs, knickers pulled to the side as her middle and ring fingers were plunged deep into her cunt, sloshing in and out of the sopping wet heat.
Her eyes opened, going wide as saucers as she took in his tall, muscular frame and the thick, veiny beaters club that hung between his legs.
In his hand, he held her lost wand. Bellatrix looked at it dumbly, as if she were a muggle and it was just a funny stick to her.
Harry crouched down and pulled her hand away from her cunt, fingers popping out of her needy hole as Bella whined in protest.
"Gahk!"
In one motion, Harry thrust his gargantuan cock into her mouth while at the same time shoving her wand into her pussy. Bellatrix twitched as her pussy was violated by twelve and three-quarter inches of walnut, while at the same time, a thick log of hot flesh was rammed down her throat.
She gurgled around his cock - just as long as her wand and much, much thicker - as Harry rammed half his length into her mouth. Her eyes were now red as her hands went to his thighs, though she made no attempt to stop him. Her tongue was jammed under his shaft, useless, and so she settled for squeezing her throat around him, wishing to please him in any way she could.
"Good girl." He said as he twisted her wand inside her cunt. Her toes curled as she continued to gag around his shaft, blowing air through her nose as she tried in vain to inhale.
Harry glanced down to see a new trickle of crimson run down the back of his hand. "Look at that, Bella, I took your maidenhood. But I'm sure that didn't hurt enough, did it?"
Eyes glassy, Bella shook her head in agreement, making him chuckle. Harry squeezed her wand tight, eyes locked onto hers as he slowly moved his lips.
"Crucio."
She thrashed, her body convulsing wildly as Harry held the cruciatus curse inside of her cunt. She twisted her torso, legs twitching and kicking so badly that they were in danger of breaking. Harry felt the agony rise up through her throat, which now vibrated around his shaft as Bella's eyes rolled to the back of her head.
With the torture spell still active, Harry began to fuck her face in earnest, setting a brutal pace as he slammed his cock down her throat before pulling back almost completely.
When just the tip of his head was in her mouth, Bella shrieked like banshee, her body barely remembering to draw breath as she coated his head in her spittle.
Harry finally cut the spell off and pulled the wand out of her pussy, Bellatrix's body sagged, toes seemingly permanently locked into their inward curl as she suffered multiple cramps in her legs.
"Suck." He ordered. He'd kept his cockhead in her mouth, and after a small pause as her brain tried to reboot, Bella began to suckle on his cockhead, nursing a baby with a bottle.
"You're going to behave, aren't you, Bella? You're not going to cause any more problems."
She nodded meekly, with his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling over his crown as her violet eyes now appeared worshipful.
Harry ran a hand through her face. Gently.
"You're going to be my good girl. A model student. My perfect little fuck toy."
Her head nodded up and down, even more eagerly this time.
Harry pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet *pop*.
"Get up."
Bellatrix stumbled up like a baby deer, wobbly legs ready to snap at any moment as she got up to her feet.
Harry's eyes were piercing through her. She tried to stand as straight as she could, but her legs continued to wobble, a constant flow of viscous cream leaking from her cunt.
He flicked his wrist, no wand in his hand, and Bellatrix's tattered clothes tore clean off her body. She gasped at the casual display of wandless magic.
Harry Potter was a powerful man, and that power, just as much as the pain, drove her crazy.
Harry's appreciative eyes swept over her. Her large tits were freed, round and gravid and defying gravity in the way that only magic and youth could provide. Their creamy white skin led to surprisingly dark areolas, capped by pebble-like nipples that were painfully stiff.
He reached out and pinched one of those nipples between his fingernails. Bellatrix let out a low hiss and a shudder, the pain was much more subtle than what he'd already subjected her to, and yet she found it exquisitely delicious all the same.
She squealed as he pinched her by her other nipple. He maneuvered her around, making her turn so that her bum was facing him.
"Does your pussy still hurt, Bella?" He asked as his cockhead slid up the cleft of her lips.
"Yes!" It was true, her inner walls were still reeling from being violated by her own wand and being subjected to the torture curse. Just Harry's head brushing up against her outer lips was enough to light her sensitive nerve endings on fire.
"Good."
Harry's hands palmed her tits, fingers wrapping around the supple flesh as he gave the large globes a tight squeeze.
Using her breasts as leverage, Harry lined himself up with her pussy. Bella whimpered but did not move, allowing him to do as he pleased. Her heart was thumping hard against her chest as Harry mauled at her breasts, taking no great care in handling them.
He gave her no warning, no chance to brace herself before he snapped his hips forward and rammed his cock home in her cunt.
Bellatrix's scream was the loudest one yet, carrying throughout Harry's new quarters and putting his privacy charms through their paces.
Bella felt as if she had been split in half. The thick slab of cockmeat that had taken her virginity smashed against her cervix with no tenderness, just pure savage lust as he stuffed her to the brim.
Agony and ecstasy mingled in Bella's cunt as Harry's godly cock split it apart. The remnants of the cruciatus curse flared up, many separate fires igniting from tender flesh as Bella's thick ass slapped against his pelvis, the pillowy cushion of flesh squishing against his rock-hard torso.
Her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as Harry gave her nipples a painful twist. He slid his hips back, cockhead making it just up to her entrance before he slammed home once again.
Bella went hoarse rather quickly, her voice a broken string as Harry fucked her hard, thundering blows coming at an unsteady rythm that gave her no chance to adjust.
*plap*plap*plap*plap*plap*
Her tits were mushed together, nipples being tweaked mercilessly by Harry's dexterous fingers. All Bella could do was pant and croak as her lacerated pussy was beaten in by a monstrous cock.
When she came, it was not a glorious crest that slowly faded away. No, it was more like a towering jolt of agony that never seemed to ebb, only stretch on for eternity.
Sweet, sweet agony, agony that made dribbles of her cunt-juice soak around Harry's shaft and begin streaming down his nutsack, from where droplets condensed and fell to the floor with the pitter-patter of raindrops.
Not that they could be heard over the sound of flesh slapping, as Bella's ass was turning as red as her pussy as Harry rearranged her insides.
The final blow struck down like a bolt of lightning, like plugging her core directly into a live wire. The shockwaves spread all throughout her body, making her lose control of her limbs and making her jaw lock as the massive cock inside of her throbbed.
Harry exploded, an avalanche of thick, gunky cock-cheese flooding her pussy. It brought with it an intense, burning heat, a heat that punched right through her cervix, entering her womb and filling up her belly until it was completely bloated.
Bella whimpered, now a wounded, battered little doe. Harry pulled out and backed away from her. With no support, the teen collapsed into a heap, her body twitching as it was all she could do to remember how to breathe.
"I'll be in my bed. If you can crawl yourself there, I'll be waiting. Otherwise, you'll sleep out here."
…
"Anything else of note?" Albus asked his staff.
He didn't expect much. It had only been the first week of classes, after all, and not much of note had occurred.
There was a moment's lapse where he readied himself to adjourn this staff meeting, when Professor Slughorn cleared his throat.
"Actually, there is something." The corpulent man turned to the far corner, where their newly hired counselor/flight instructor had been sitting in complete silence the entire meeting.
"Young man, I don't know how you've managed it, but Bellatrix Black's personality has made a complete about turn!"
"Oh?" Albus quirked an eyebrow as he now sent Harry a curious look.
"Thank you, Professor, I tried my best. Not to say that she's not still a work in progress."
"By Merlin, I actually saw Miss Black reprimand a pair of her house mates for bullying a younger muggleborn." Flitckwick piped in.
McGonagall pursed her lips. "Yes. It is quite remarkable, now that you mention it. I've seen Miss Black keeping to herself a lot more recently. There hasn't been a single incident since the opening feast."
"Why, from what I understand, she's cut off her entire group. The Lestrange boys, Dolohov, she doesn't even speak to them any longer. It has caused quite the stir in Slytherin… not that those boys are bad company, per se, but you know…"
"We get it, Horace." Sprout said.
"Well, I must say, that is quite the achievement, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said.
"Thank you again, headmaster."
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, "Mr. Potter, I'll confess that I was originally very skeptical of your… services, but seeing just how quickly you've made a difference in Miss Black's demeanor, I will not hesitate to send more students your way."
The other professors nodded in agreement, and Harry fielded their praise with the requisite humility and grace, until finally, the staff meeting was called.
Harry sighed as he stepped into his quarters. After all that, he had a feeling that he would be much busier in the coming weeks.
Though of course, no matter how busy he became, he would make sure to carve out some time for each and every one of his patients.
"Mhhaam."
Bellatrix's attempt at calling him master was muffled by the ball gag covering her mouth. She was chained up behind his desk, hooks and needles digging into her soft flesh, holding her up in a way that forced her to be on the tips of her toes at all times. The way that she was dancing on her feet as if the floor was scalding hot, he knew she'd been piked this for a while.
"Bella, I see you strapped yourself in all on your own. Wonderful. Now, its time for tonight's treatment."
Yes, no matter what, Harry would make time for them all.
Chapter 2: Molly Prewett
Bellatrix was stalking the halls with all of her usual confidence. In seven years at Hogwarts, she had built an aura for herself. She walked like she owned the damn place, and no one was going to tell her otherwise.
Things were a bit different now, though. Where before members of certain houses would turn and run the other way at the mere sight of her, they now merely flinched back and sent her cautious looks, not yet convinced that the wild animal had actually been tamed.
There was also the fact that she now walked alone. She'd let Rodolphus and the others know that they were not to speak to her, and - after her master had given her special permission cut loose - she had impressed upon them just how serious she was about the separation.
Her sisters still avoided her, just as doubtful of her rehabilitation as everyone else, but they'd soon learn.
She took a step and the spiked plug embedded in her asshole flared up. She stumbled half-a-step, but she managed to keep her stride as she let the sharp jab of pain spread through her body.
That was another difference. Before, she didn't walk around with a plug in her ass, nor a chain piercing both her nipples.
Gods, how much longer would it be before her master got to play with her again?
She was so lost in her thought, she almost didn't hear the sobs, but when she finally caught them, she homed in on them. If she were a cat, her ears would have turned in that direction.
The old her would have been cackling with glee, always up for making a pathetic crybaby's day even worse. But Bella was a good girl now, she didn't do those types of things. Good Bella did good deeds, and then, when she told her master about her good deeds, he made her hurt so damn good as a reward.
She walked up to the slightly ajar door where the sobs were coming from.
No privacy charms to be found, leaving the door open… whoever it was, they were greedy little attention seekers, that was for sure.
Bella poked her head in to see someone sitting atop one of the desks, head bent as she wept openly into her hands.
The long head of ginger hair, the well-kept but clearly low-quality robes, and the absolutely gargantuan milk cannons that threatened to tear said robes apart told the whole story.
Molly Prewett, seventh year Gryffindor, infamous busy body, tattle-tale and teacher's pet who'd been dating that other ginger scourge Weasley since what felt like forever.
Bella made sure to self-censor all the harsher terms that came to mind as she observed the girl. Bella was a good girl now, after all.
As Prewett sniffled, she lifted her head and opened her eyes, gasping as she finally realized she was no longer alone.
"BLACK!" She hissed, aiming her wand dead between Bella's eyes with a quickness that surprised her, though of course, if Bella had been trying, there was no way the cow would get the drop on her.
"Prewett." Bella responded icily, arms folded in front of her chest.
"Leave me alone, Black! I'm not in the mood for your bullshit!"
"Bullshit?"
"I'm not playing around. The moment the word blood traitor leaves your lips, I'm hexing you til boxing day."
Bella scoffed. "Please, don't make me laugh. Besides, I don't use those words anymore,"
Molly's brow furrowed in confusion before she shook her head. "What are you even doing here, Black? If not to try and pick a fight?"
That left Bella at a bit of a loss. What was she doing here? She was Good Bella, not Bad Bella. What did Good Bella want to do with Prewett?
The words spilled out of her mouth without having even passed through her mind. "Why are you crying?"
Molly glared, her head dipping down slightly. "None of your business."
Well, how rude was this bitch? Here Bella was, being Good Bella, engaging in an act of charity, and Prewett just spit in her face!
Bella felt her blood boil. Maybe Prewett wouldn't be so high and mighty if Bella hit her with a few of the darker curses from her grandfather's collection. They were in an isolated alcove, a few charms here and there, and she could ensure that no one would be able to rescue the bitch.
The image of her master's face surfaced in her mind.
He was disappointed in her, and not in a good way. He would have to punish her, and not in a good way.
"Bad Bella!" She hissed under her breath, though clearly not quietly enough for Prewett not to overhear.
The redhead shook her head as she got up, "You're unhinged, Black."
She made to leave the room, cautious toeing around, making sure to keep her wand steady and shoulders square to Bellatrix.
"Wait! Listen!" Bella shot her hand out, and just that act almost made Molly hex her in retaliation.
"I-I'm… listen, Prewett, whatever you have going on in your life, if you need someone to talk to, you should go to Mas- to Counselor Potter. He'll have you fixed up in an instant."
That left Molly looking truly perplexed, enough that she even dropped her arm to her side, wand pointing downward. "Did that 'counseling' thing seriously work on you?"
"It worked for me, and it was wonderful! I'm a completely different person now, I've seen the error of my ways." Master had made her see, repeatedly, with emphasis.
"It almost sounds like you're brainwashed." Molly said, now looking genuinely concerned for her. "Have you gone to Madam Pompfrey to get checked for potions?"
"I did that already!"
She'd had to. Rodolphus had loudly proclaimed that she must be under some sort of compulsion charm or potion. Zealous of her master's honour, Bella had immediately marched down to the hospital wing, forcing Slughorn and Flitwick to come along to witness as the matron pronounced her to be free of compulsions of any kind.
"Listen, Prewett, I'm being a good person, but if you're just going to throw it back in my face, then I guess you really are a worthless blood- …blood-orange haired cow!"
The strange insult left Molly more perplexed than angry. Bellatrix stomped her feet, turning around and leaving in a huff.
"What just happened?"
…
There was a gentle, polite knock at his door.
Harry quirked an eyebrow. So far this week, he'd been sent a few students, mainly younger muggleborns struggling with being away from home and having to integrate to this new, strange world. But he didn't have anyone scheduled for today.
"Bella," he tapped her head. She was kneeling between his legs, tits wrapped around his shaft. As she looked up, violet eyes wide and worshipful, a thick string of drool was trailing down the side of her mouth, hanging down from her chin and directly connected to the head of his cock.
"Is Bella doing good?" She asked, desperate for approval.
Harry's initial diagnosis had been slightly off. Well, more like it's been incomplete. Bella did get off on pain, but she also threw herself into being his submissive with a complete and utter dedication that was absolutely mind-boggling.
In the end, he decided Bellatrix Black was completely messed up. End of story.
"You're doing wonderful, pet." Her eyes lit up in true joy, her tongue poking out to lick up the string of slobber from his cock and swallowing it back into her mouth, "But I need you to get under the desk."
He pulled her head down, stuffing her mouth full of cock as he slid the chair forward, forcing her deeper into the cramped space under his desk. Bella ended up jammed in at an odd, uncomfortable angle, not that it stopped the girl from squeezing her tits harder around his shaft as she resumed her enthusiastic slurping of his cock.
Harry cast a quick muffling charm on her, allowing him to hear her symphony of slurps, gargles and gasps while ensuring his unexpected guest would be none the wiser.
"Come in." He said, his voice carrying all the way across the room as the lock clicked.
The door opened gently as someone very familiar walked in.
Molly Weasley - or Prewett, he supposed - resembled her older self in so many ways, and yet she looked so different.
The Molly of his future had been a dumpy woman whose body absolutely showed the signs of having birthed seven children. She'd not been fat per se, but she'd definitely leaned towards the spherical end of the spectrum. She'd just been your run of the mill stay at home mother who'd not thought too hard about preserving her figure.
Harry wasn't sure if he should blame her or Arthur, but whoever had allowed her to let herself go deserved a lifetime sentence in Azkaban.
The seventeen year old Molly almost looked like if someone had transfigured Madam Rosmerta's face to look like Ginny's sister. Though, as she stepped in, Harry noted that her tits were much bigger than even Rosie's had been.
Molly Prewett was buxom, she was stout, she was a fat ass, a massive pair of tits and a cute little belly pouch in the middle.
And she had a cute face to boot. Her face would not have launched a thousand ships, like Bellatrix and her sisters, but she had a girl-next-door quality to her that again reminded Harry of Ginny. Which made sense.
"Erm, excuse me, ummm… do I call you Professor?"
Harry smiled placidly as he stroked Bella's hair under the table. She had her head turned sideways, lovingly licking away at his shaft.
"My title is Counselor Potter, but you can call me Harry."
"Is that professional?"
Harry chuckled. "No, but it's there if you want to use it. Please, have a seat Miss…"
"Prewett, Molly Prewett."
With some subtle magic, Harry made it so that the chair she made to sit down on shrank as she backed up onto it. With great embarrassment, Molly was forced to wriggle her bum to try and fit into the chair, finally managing to jam herself in with some effort, her ass spilling out through the sides and back.
"Well, what did you want to talk about, Miss Prewett?"
Molly fiddled around nervously with her fingers, looking around as if she were worried that there was someone else hiding in the room.
"Miss Prewett, I have a strict code of professional ethics. Nothing that you tell me will leave this room."
Molly stared into his eyes, and Harry projected all the care and kindness that he could.
"I'm sorry, sir… Mr. Potter. This is all just so strange. I heard one of the girls say that its a muggle discipline?"
Harry leaned forward as Bella took his cock deep down her throat in one gulp. He steepled his fingers.
"It is a mixture of muggle science and newly developed healing theory. It has a bit more traction in the states, but believe me, its been tested and proven to work on magicals."
Molly let out a sigh. "Well, I guess if it worked for that crazy bitch Bellatrix, I could give it a shot."
She was not privy to Bella's angry slurp at her words.
"The thing is, I've been having issues lately, issues with my… with my boyfriend, Arthur."
"Mmm." Harry nodded along. "I see. Please, go on."
But Molly seemed hesitant once more, and with the way she kept fidgeting with her fingers, Harry knew he needed her to relax.
"Would you care for some tea?" He asked as she raised his wand. Molly looked over her shoulder at the small tray that held Harry's tea kettle and biscuit tin.
She immediately jumped. "Oh, no! I'll take care of it, sir!"
She struggled to get up, her rear completely jammed into the seat. Harry expanded the seat once more, and Molly hopped up, bustling over to the tea station.
"You know, sir, you should really clean this out between uses." She scolded as she cast a quick cleaning charm on the inside of the kettle.
"Erm, yeah, that's a good point." Harry said sheepishly. That kettle had last been used to pour scalding hot oil onto Bella.
He sat in silence as Molly busied herself preparing their tea, meticulously setting out their cups, grabbing biscuits from the tin and laying them out neatly on one of the tiny plates.
"Here you go, sir." She came marching back, tray floating beside her before she set it gently on the table. She then carefully hand poured him a cup of tea, placing it in front of him before pouring her own.
"Thank you." A flummoxed Harry said as he absently reached for a biscuit.
Molly took a long sip of her tea, sitting much more comfortably now.
"So, you said you had issues with your boyfriend… Arthur, was it?"
"Yes, sir." She put her cup down. "We've been together since our third year."
Harry whistled, and not just because Bella hoovered one of his balls into her mouth.
"That's a long time. You two must be quite serious."
Molly's lip quivered, a deep frown falling across her face. "That's just the problem, sir… you see, I-I'm starting to have doubts,"
Harry nodded sagely. "That is quite normal, Miss Prewett. You're only seventeen, after all, Arthur is your first boyfriend. It is healthy to be wary of making such deep commitments at your age."
Molly waved her hands. "No, you don't understand, sir. I'm having doubts about Arthur's commitment."
"Oh? Has he… has he given you reason to doubt him?" Harry couldn't picture Mr. Weasley as a horndog, but then again, everyone was a hormonal teenager at some point.
Molly sniffled, and that sniffle quickly turned into a chocked sob, which turned into full on bawling as the girl wept openly in front of him.
Harry reached out, placing a hand over hers. He would have gotten up and comforted her more closely, but Bella was spit-shining his cock, slobbered up palms twisting on the shaft as she desperately tried to make him cum.
"There, there, Molly, it's alright. You don't have anyone to talk to about this, do you?"
Molly shook her head as she wiped her tears and gave his hand a tight squeeze.
"I-I don't. Its just… it's all just so hard, sir! I'm already so far behind where I should be! I feel like… oh Merlin, I can't believe I'm saying this!… I feel like Arthur is dragging me down!"
"Lack of ambition." Harry said. Mr. Weasley had been content with a life of mediocrity, he could see that being a point of contention for the young couple.
Molly nodded. "I had a life plan all set out. I was supposed to have my first child by now! We… we haven't even made love!"
"...what?"
Harry was thrown for such a loop, Bella managed to take advantage, taking him all the way to the back of her throat as Harry unloaded, blasting his hot, sticky seed straight down her gullet.
Harry coughed into his palm to mask a shudder as Bella greedily drank down his seed.
Molly was blushing deeply, even her freckles burning a deep red, "I know, sir, I know I'm deranged, I'm not normal. Oh Merlin, I've never told this to a single soul!"
"Molly, calm down, you're not deranged. I'm just not fully understanding your situation, could you please explain it to me?"
Molly wriggled uncomfortably in her seat. "Well, ever since I was a little girl, I always knew what I wanted to be in life," her eyes lit up with joy, "I wanted to be a mother, a homemaker, a tradwitch."
"A tradwitch?"
"Yes, you know, take care of my man, make sure our children are well fed. I know every single cleaning charm there is to know, sir, front to back, and I've even invented new ones! Professor Flitwick wants to include me in some paper about it."
"That's fascinating." Harry said.
Molly nodded, her tongue now fully loosened. "When I met my Arthur, I thought I'd found the one! He was honest and hard working. He was humble and kind and wanted nothing more than a simple life!"
"But…"
"But… sir, we've been dating for five years now, and the most Arthur's given me is a peck on the lips! He hasn't even tried to use tongue! He doesn't squeeze me, not even here!" Molly gave her hefty bust a tight squeeze with both hands for emphasis. "I wanted to be pregnant by the end of my seventh year… My real dream was to graduate holding my first child. But Arthur won't even give me a hickey!"
"I see, I see. Well, Molly, I think I know how to help you. Do you think you could convince Arthur to come back with you for a second session?"
"A-A second session? For Arthur?"
"For you and Arthur. Some couple's therapy,"
Molly mulled it over for just a moment, "Do you really think it could help?"
"Has this conversation helped you?"
"I-It has."
Harry smiled, "Well, I don't see how the three of us talking it out would hurt. Does tomorrow evening work? Around seven?"
"Yes, yes." Molly was all smiles now, suddenly very excited. "Seven sounds lovely, sir!"
"I'll see you then, Molly."
Molly leaned over the desk, her udders hanging from her shirt as she gave Harry a big kiss on the cheek. She blushed slightly before looking down at their forgotten tea and snacks.
"I should clean that up."
Harry waved his hand. "It's quite alright, Molly. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, sir!"
The moment the door shut, Harry pushed his chair back.
Bella looked like a contortionist the way she was stuffed under his desk. She'd continued to suck on his cock even after he'd cum, and she let out a little whine when her toy popped out of her mouth and just out of reach.
"Now, now, Bella, its time for your therapy session."
"Yes, master. Bella was a good girl, right? Bringing you the titcow?"
Harry's brow furrowed. "You brought her?"
Bella nodded eagerly, "Do I get a reward?!"
Harry chuckled, grabbing her by her hair and dragging her over to his room. "Sure, my dear, why not."
…
The next evening, Harry made sure that Bella wasn't under his desk. Not for the sanctity of his patients privacy or any such hogwash, but because he needed to focus.
Yes, as the door opened and Molly dragged in a young, fresh-faced Arthur Weasley, Bella was safely and securely locked up in his room with some very aggressive acupuncture therapy to keep her company.
For some reason, young Arthur struck Harry more than even young Molly had. At seventeen, Arthur was tall and weedy and looking like a strange mix between Ron and Percy. He was smiling nervously as he walked in, with both of Molly's hands hooked around his elbow.
"Hello, sir!"
"Molly, welcome back! And you must be Arthur Weasley."
"Hello." Arthur said, taking the offered seat at Harry's gesture.
"I take it Molly's explained the situation to you?"
Arthur nodded. "She has, sir."
"And how do you feel about it."
He shrugged. "I mean, if Molly thinks its a good idea… though, I am curious, sir, is it true that you use muggle methods?"
Harry nodded. "I incorporate muggle techniques into my practice, yes."
Arthur's eyes lit up as he leaned forward in his seat. "Fascinating. They're a lot more integrated with muggles across the pond, aren't they?"
"Arthur, lets not have any of that muggle nonsense! We're here to talk about our relationship."
Arthur's face fell, "Right, sorry, Moll-doll."
Harry put a hand up. "Hold on, wait a minute."
"What is it?" Molly asked.
"Arthur, I take it you're enthusiastic about muggles?"
Before he could answer, Molly was speaking over him. "Enthusiastic? He's obsessed! All he does all day is work on the muggle studies class or pester the muggleborns with stupid questions!"
Arthur's head dropped as Molly crossed her arms, glaring at him.
"I see." Harry shook his head. "Arthur, how does that make you feel?"
"Um, well, I mean…" Arthur looked extremely reticent, his face red.
"What does any of that matter? I thought we were here to talk about our relationship? Arthur, you need to-"
"MOLLY!"
The redhead's mouth snapped shut at Harry's commanding words. She turned her head over to him, seeing him crooking his finger at her.
"Come over here."
She hesitated, but when she looked to Arthur and he didn't say a word, she stood up and walked over to Harry's side of the desk until she was standing by his side.
"Y-Yes?"
Harry pushed his chair back and gestured towards his lap. "Sit."
"WHAT?!" She squawked in a scandalized tone, looking over to Arthur once more, who at least had the decency to look flummoxed this time.
"You are going to sit on my lap, I am going to cover your mouth, and we are going to let Arthur talk for a little while." Harry said calmly before looking over to Arthur, "It's a highly effective muggle technique."
"Maybe you should give it a try, Molly." Arthur said.
"Are you serious?!"
"Molly, you need to trust me. This is all for the sake of your relationship, now come on." Harry patted his thigh once again.
Molly hesitated for a moment longer before she turned, settling her fat, squishy rump right on top of Harry.
She tried to sit so that she was only resting on his knee and thigh, but Harry grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close until her full ass was pressing down on his crotch.
Molly squealed, her eyes widened as she felt something stiff and hard poke against her bum. Before she could protest, though, Harry's hand was covering her mouth, the other arm remaining tight around her waist to keep her in place.
"Alright now, Arthur, I want you to speak freely and honestly with me, ok? Pretend like Molly's not even here."
"O-Ok." Arthur laughed nervously, scratching at the back of his neck.
Harry smirked. The hand around Molly's waist began to softly massage at her pudgy little belly while he rested his chin on the top of her head. "Arthur, how does Molly's belittling of your interests make you feel?"
There was a storm of ardent protests from Molly at this, all muffled and snuffed out by Harry's palm. He ignored them, urging Arthur to do the same with his eyes.
"Well, to be honest with you, erm - sir, to be honest, it doesn't make me feel too good."
"Go on."
Arthur swallowed, but he refused to even look in his girlfriend's direction, eyes locked on Harry's, right above her, "I mean, I don't ask for much, you know. I go along with what she wants to do, for the most part, and my love of muggle things is really the only thing that I have that's for me, you know? I just… I wish Molly would just let it be."
"Do you even like Molly?"
Molly began to thrash away on his lap, desperately trying to bite at his palm. With some magic here and there, though, Harry made sure her attempts would be quite weak.
Arthur's face had gone deathly pale, his mouth hanging open as he struggled to speak. "O-Of course I do. I-I mean, we've been together since third year."
"Honesty, Arthur. Do you like Molly? Heck, do you like women at all?"
"Do I like women?"
"Lets try out a little experiment." Harry's hand slid up from Molly's belly and rested just below the swell of her massive tits. "I'm going to do things, and you're going to tell me how they make you feel. Does that make sense?"
"Yes."
Harry grabbed at the seam of Molly's button up top, making sure to also grab hold of the clasp of her bra. With one sharp tug, Molly's shirt and bra were both torn open.
Her massive milk-jugs spilled out like an oncoming avalanche. Even having been expecting it, Harry couldn't help but be mesmerized as she saw those large globes of flesh pop out into existence, flopping out onto Harry's desk like beached whales.
"Do these arouse you in any way, Arthur?"
Thunderstruck, Arthur shook his head more out of reflex than any conscious thought.
Harry reached down and grabbed one of Molly's udders. As he wedged his hand under it, he could feel its considerable heft. He lifted it up, giving it a tight squeeze as he captured her nipple between his middle and ring finger.
Molly's renewed squirming only served to bury Harry's cock deeper in between her asscheeks.
"How about now? Does me squeezing Molly's tits make you jealous?"
"N-No."
"Does it make you horny?"
"No."
"Have you ever had an erection, Arthur?"
"...Not really."
Harry hummed. "I see, we're getting somewhere. Tell me, Arthur, what are your hopes and dreams?"
Arthur coughed. "Well, I need to get married and have children, and I need to have a stable job to raise-"
"Arthur, you misheard me. I asked what were your hopes and dreams, not what is expected of you." As he spoke, Harry slipped a finger inside of Molly's mouth. She tried to bite down on it, but Harry didn't mind, he just continued to grope her breast.
Arthur was looking down now, fighting an internal conflict as Harry teased the hard knub of his girlfriend's nipple, stretching it out and rolling it between his fingers. This was not Bellatrix, so he was much more gentle, much more sensuous. His methods were tailored to his patients, after all.
"Well, to be honest sir, I find the muggle world extremely fascinating. Magic is nice and all, but without magic, muggles.have managed to surpass us in so many ways! They have felly-tones and electric-cities and rubber ducks and asbestos and-"
"So you like muggle stuff as more than a hobby." Harry cut him off, wanting to stop the Arthur Weasley train before it picked up any more steam.
"I do."
"Would you like to live in their world?"
Arthur gasped, his eyes going wide, "I-I mean, I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"Well… my mother said I need to graduate and get a job and get married and raise a family."
Harry snapped his fingers. "Therein lies the rub. Tell, me Arthur, what does your mother think of premarital sex."
Arthur shook his head fervently, "She would have none of it! She told me clear as rain that I can't do any of that sort of thing until I get married."
Molly stiffened on Harry's lap, and for the first time she stopped even her meagre attempts at breaking free of his grip as she looked at Arthur with fresh eyes.
"And so, you haven't so much as copped a feel of Molly's delicious tits." Harry lifted one of her tits up to illustrate his point. "If your mother had been ok with it, would you have had sex with Molly?"
"... I guess so."
"Even though you don't actually have any attraction towards her. You see the problem here, Arthur? You're letting the women in your life dictate how it will go. You've got no agency in your own life. Lets try something out, close your eyes for me, please."
Arthur squeezed his eyes shut.
"Imagine your life twenty years from now. You're married to Molly, you have a desk job at the ministry. You make very little money and you struggle to support your family of… oh I don't know, let's say seven children, six sons and one daughter. You tinker with muggle objects as a hobby, but outside of that, your life is spent trying to keep your family from falling too far below the poverty line. And one of your sons is a Chudley Cannons fan."
Harry skipped over him working in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office. All for the greater good. Before Harry even spoke, the deep frown marring Arthur's face told him everything.
"Tell me, Arthur, the image that you see, does it make you happy?"
"No." Arthur's response was choked, as the man was actively fighting back tears.
"Open your eyes, Arthur." His eyes were in fact quite misty, "Arthur, you need to take control over your life. You can't let others decide your happiness, only you can do that. You only get one chance to live, you need to go out there and do what makes you happy, not what makes Molly happy, not what makes your mother happy. Do you understand?"
"I-I do." Arthur croaked. "But sir, what do I do?"
Harry shook his head. "That is for you to decide, Arthur. Now go, go and dream of the future you deserve!"
Arthur's arms snapped forward as he grasped Harry's own, pulling it away from Molly's tits to give it a firm, two handed shake.
"I'll never forget this, sir! Thank you, thank you!"
And with that, Arthur leapt out of his chair like a brand new man, whistling as he scampered off to the doorway and sped out of Harry's office, his long-term girlfriend left behind and completely forgotten.
As the door closed, Harry refocused his attention onto said girlfriend, who was now weeping openly.
Harry uncovered her mouth, dispelling the magic that had kept her mostly docile.
"Molly, why are you crying?"
"Why am I crying?!" Molly screamed as she continued bawling, fat tears leaking from her face. "I just lost my boyfriend! You ruined my life!"
"Molly, listen to me." Harry turned her around on his lap and lifted her chin up, piercing her eyes with his emerald green orbs. "You and Arthur were not meant to be. Would you have really wanted that life? Being with someone who wasn't truly happy with you?"
Molly's lip quivered. "B-But how am I going to find anyone else?! Its going to take years! I'm not going to have my babies until I'm an old hag!"
"Don't be so negative, Molly. You can still make your timeline."
"How?"
Harry ground his cock against her to remind her that she was sitting on it.
Molly gasped, her cheeks turning pink as her eyes darted over Harry's handsome features. "Y-You, sir? You would marry me?"
"Well, perhaps not marry, Molly, but I could make you my woman. You would take care of me, like you did with the tea yesterday. And more importantly," Molly moaned as he pushed particularly hard against her crotch, "I could fill up your womb right now, I could put a baby in that hot little cunt of yours."
She was shuddering now, and Harry's eyes drifted back down to her gargantuan tits.
"Y-You would?"
"I would, Molly. That's what you want, isn't it? That's your happiness? I could give you as many babies as you want, keep you pregnant for years on end. You'd keep my house, cook my meals, take care of my children, a wife in all but name."
As Molly mulled over his words, Harry could hold back no longer, he dipped his head down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth.
Molly moaned as Harry suckled on one of her tits. Her arms wrapped around his head, and Harry let himself be pulled into her bosom, face becoming buried under two mountains of soft flesh.
A man could die happy there.
"Gods! So good!" Molly exclaimed as she pushed her chest out, burying Harry's face deeper in her cleavage as she began to shake from side to side.
Her strange desire to be a housewife notwithstanding, Molly was also a horny, hormonal teenager, one who'd been denied sexual exploration for years, and one who had a lewd, sensual body that was just begging to be ravaged.
Harry stood them up. Molly squealed as she was laid down onto his desk, his face never leaving her tits.
"I-I can have as many babies as I want?" Molly moaned as Harry's hand raced under her skirt, skilled fingers pulling her knickers aside and teasing her tender lips.
Harry came up for breath, licking his lips as he looked at her, "As many as you can handle, Molly. I'll have your belly bloated with our babies."
He plunged two fingers into her pussy as he dived back down onto her tits.
Molly bucked against his fingers as they scissored their way inside her cunt. Harry licked, sucked and nipped at her tits, going from nipple to areola to the feast of round, globular flesh at his disposal.
Molly gasped, grinding her pussy hard as Harry fingerbanged her. Harry would have been content to suck at her tits forever, but he finally pulled his head up, "Tell me, Molly, have you sucked your own tits before?"
"Y-Yes." She squealed in embarassment.
Harry smirked as he pushed one of her udders upward. Molly lifted her head, opening her mouth to accept her own nipple.
After stuffing Molly's mouth full of tit, Harry went to work on undoing his belt with a single hand while his other hand kept stimulating Molly's cunt, two fingers now curling inward in her cunt while his thumb played with her clit.
Harry's pants slid down to his knees as his cock bobbed out, hard and long and hungry for some fresh pussy.
And what a pussy it was. Harry wasted no time in vanishing Molly's knickers, giving him a clear view.
Her lips were even fatter than Bella's, two meaty, puffy folds that would completely hide her pink slit if Harry wasn't spreading it open with his fingers. Harry stroked his cock with his free hand. Molly was plenty wet enough for him.
She let her breast fall out of her mouth as she propped herself up on her elbows, eyes going wide as she saw his cock.
"T-That thing is going in me?!"
Harry smirked. "It sure is, Molly. Its what's going to make you a mommy."
Harry pushed his cockhead against her open folds, pulling his hand out so that her lips folded shut, swallowing his head between them like a venus fly-trap.
Molly moaned as Harry dragged his cock up and down her slit, his bulbous corona creating deliciously depraved friction as it scraped against the inside of her lips.
"I-Is it already in?" Molly gasped, reeling from the pleasure she felt as his head stimulated her lips.
Harry chucked. "Not quite, Molly." He stopped, letting his head rest against her entrance. He squeezed her lips with his fingers to pull them tighter against his crown, rubbing them onto the underside of his shaft.
"Oh! Oh Merlin!"
Harry inhaled deeply, the stimulation getting to him as well. He could get himself off this way, emptying his balls right at the entrance of her pussy.
But that wasn't what his patient wanted, what she needed.
She gasped as she felt Harry press just a little bit harder against her entrance. Her hands shot out to grab at his forearms. She was looking up into his eyes, begging him, pleading.
"What do you want, Molly? Tell me!"
"I WANT YOU TO FILL ME UP WITH YOUR BABIES!"
Harry pushed into her pussy, and Molly's back arched as much as it could manage with her hefty tits holding her down. Her tits bounced upward, slapping her in the face as Harry speared himself into her tight cunt.
"Ooooooh!" Molly moaned, her chubby legs wrapping tightly around Harry's bum as he fed his thick length into her pussy.
Molly's pussy was warm and cozy, snug and welcoming. It squeezed him tight, so tight that Harry was convinced there was no way it would let him back out until he fulfilled his duty.
"Fuck!" He grunted as he pushed his head against her cervix. He leaned forward, Molly's soft body serving as a perfect landing pad. Her doughy stomach moulded itself around his chiseled abs as Harry once again sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Molly's hands ran up and down his back as he began to move, giving her slow, deep strokes. He gyrated his hips in a steady, perfect rhythm.
In. Out. In. Out.
His cock moved against her cunt in a sensuous dance. Pretty soon, Molly was moaning uncontrollably, her tits on fire as Harry worshipped them, his tongue twirling around her nipples, his lips swallowing her tits down into his mouth until her nipples reached his throat.
*thwak*thwak*thawk*thawk*
The desk rocked gently as Harry ground himself into Molly's cunt, pace steady and gentle and caring, except for the unexpected moments when he suddenly jabbed himself hard into her, hilting his cock into her pussy and coaxing a breathless gasp from her.
"Oh…oh god! Oh god! Y-You're gonna make me a mommy!"
Harry drove into her more fervently, what previously were exclamation marks becoming the new, more punishing rhythm.
Harry came up for air, needing to be more upright to truly drive his cock home into her pussy. His hands replaced his mouth, mauling at her gargantuan tits, as Harry's pace became truly rapid, loud clapping filling the room.
Molly grunted and moaned, her tits wanting to heave all over, with only Harry's hands to keep them in place.
Finally, she let out a pathetic little whimper as she came, her pussy walls squelching tightly around Harry's shaft. Harry slid slowly into her, squeezing out every ounce of pleasure from her quivering quim.
When his head slid to rest against the entrance to her womb, Harry grunted, and he let himself go.
His balls seemed to have known the task that was at hand, because they unleashed the floodgates.
"MERLIN! ITS SO HOT!" Molly's hand jumped to her lower stomach, resting over it as she felt the first thick spurts of Harry's cream flood her insides.
And flood they did. Harry came buckets, keeping his cock plugged into her cunt as Molly was fed several heaping helpings of baby-making sperm.
Just like with Bella, his cum flooded her womb, though this time not from the violent pressure Harry had applied but just the sheer volume of gunky cum that had nowhere else to go.
Molly's belly ballooned until she looked positively pregnant, a sight that delighted her to no end, as evidenced by the second orgasms that struck her as her walls exploded around Harry's cock.
"Don't!" Molly squealed as Harry made to pull out. Harry chuckled. "Don't worry, Molly, before the night is out, there'll be no doubt that you're pregnant."
His cock popped out of her pussy, and as he pulled back, Molly clamped her thighs shut, not wanting a single drop of his seed to escape.
Harry walked around the desk until he was over her face. His cock was glazed with her juices and a gooey layer of his own cum.
Molly opened her mouth to speak, and Harry took the opportunity to shove his cock down her throat. She choked, but Harry pulled out after a single thrust, shuffling further forward and plopping his fat nuts right over Molly's face.
Molly was confused for maybe a second before she figured out what to do, opening wide and taking one of his balls into her mouth as Harry squeezed her tits together.
While Molly gargled his balls, Harry slid his cock in between her tits, rubbing the all around his slimy shaft.
Harry sighed in satisfaction before his eyes drifted over to the door that led to his room.
Right, Bella, he'd almost forgotten about her.
"Molly, dear, there's someone I want you to meet."
"Huh?" Molly asked in confusion as Harry's ball popped out of her mouth.
Harry grabbed her hand and helped her off of the desk. "While we wait for the baby, I think it would help if you exercise your motherly instincts."