Chapter 31
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The guests were slowly arriving at number twelve Grimmauld Place for Harry's party, as Narcissa stood by the floo to greet each new witch that appeared.
The fireplace flashed then, and a woman that could be described as something beyond beautiful stepped out. She wore a royal blue dress that matched her daughter's outfit of a lighter shade, emphasizing not just her wealth and high social status, but also beauty. The dress hugged a tight waist and unnaturally wide hips that would make any woman envious, along with a bust line that left her cleavage practically spilling out.
It was someone that Narcissa had expected to see sooner than later, albeit dreading such an occurrence, and it seemed that time had arrived.
"I should have known you would come." Narcissa eyed the woman. "Like mother, like daughter, it seems. Both obsessed with the same wizard."
A Veela of immeasurable power stood before her, and it was a testament to Harry Potter's might that she was one of his lovers. Her beauty might have ranked higher than Narcissa's own, and her skill in seduction parallel Julia's.
"And for good reason." Apolline Delacour smirked as she stood in front of her. " 'Arry is just so virile and powerful. So much so zat a Veela like moi could hardly resist. I was so grateful to receive his invitation."
"Even if it means crossing the ocean from France?" Julia walked over to join their conversation.
"Love does not care about distance, nor does one's subservience to a powerful wizard." She answered primly.
Both Narcissa and Julia knew exactly what stood in front of them in that moment, being a seductress and manipulator of unparalleled power. She was one of the political titans of Magical France, a Veela who dominated practically any man she so much as touched. Someone who made even them hesitate.
"I'm sorry… have we met before?" Andromeda looked between them, wondering just who the French witch was.
"You are looking at Apolline Delacour, sister." Narcissa introduced her. "Fleur's mother, and apparently Harry's next conquest."
"Ah, you are mistaken. 'Arry has already impaled me upon his 'uge cock, and planted his seed deep inside." Lady Delacour smirked triumphantly at telling them that information. "And I will look forward to having him take moi once again by ze end of ze night."
Andromeda's eyes narrowed. "I think we've reached past the point of things being proper. A philandering Veela and her daughter, along with a serial womanizer? Surely Potter can have better partners to keep him company."
"You're hardly one to talk." Julia rolled her eyes at Narcissa's sister. "You're still married with a daughter of your own, one that is quite interested in our Lord, I may add."
That shut Andromeda up.
"Ze pursuit of a powerful wizard is nothing to be ashamed of." Apolline comforted her. "It is a tale centuries old for ze powerful wizard to claim his witch. Even if it means scorning one's current lover."
Narcissa let out a sigh, deciding to change the topic. The subject of Andromeda cheating on her husband with Harry was still a grey area, and she didn't want her sister getting cold feet. "I'm assuming that Harry met you after the Azkaban fiasco, when everyone thought he was missing?"
"Oui." The older Veela nodded. "Leetle Fleur was having trouble impressing him, and so I offered my assistance. He was brought to my villa, where we had ze most incroyable time together."
Julia let out a full blown laugh, something rare for her. "Let me guess, you thought Harry was just some teenage stud that your daughter was having problems with? Only for him to give you the best fucking you've had in years?"
"O-Oui, although even that would be an understatement." Apolline cheeks pinked in embarrassment, the woman finally seemed to have been taken off balance. "I still don't know how he can outlast even me in ze bedroom."
"Already talking about sex?"
Amelia Bones strode over then, having heard the tail end of their conversation. She wore a flowing red dress that matched her hair, with said hair falling to one shoulder. No cleavage was visible, with the dress more suited for proper functions than anything else, yet one couldn't help but notice the large impression made by her heavy breasts.
Other than Andromeda, she was the only one in the group not dressed indecently. Julia, Narcissa, and Apolline all practically had their large breasts spilling out of their outfits, unapologetically showing off their curves as to get Harry's attention.
"Of course." Apolline replied with a smile, holding out her hand. "I am Apolline Delacour, and you must be ze redhead zat ze papers are writing about incessantly. Even in France, you are famous, Madam Bones."
"Amelia Bones." Amelia introduced herself curtly, hiding any irritation she might have felt. "Now, I can only assume that you will take on the roll of Harry's next mistress?"
"Indeed." Apolline agreed easily, yet her smirk held a certain edge.
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The party was in full swing, as the various attendees found themselves settling into whatever cliques that had been formed. The strange love affair they all found themselves in had different factions, and Fleur Delacour still felt lost despite being there with her Maman.
The three Black sisters sat together, including Bellatrix, who the room was keeping a close eye on. The beautiful black-haired witch had been on best behavior so far, quietly sitting at a table near the corner of the room.
Another group was Greengrass and her new pet, Cho Chang, who was only too happy to show off the Asian witch to anyone that came near. Which currently included Amelia Bones, Professor Sinister, and Mrs. Zabini. Fleur couldn't help but glare at the group.
A nudge from her Maman made her gaze shift, as Apolline Delacour gestured toward Harry from across the room. He was speaking with his godfather, only for Sirius Black to suddenly exit the room and leave Harry alone and unattended.
"Now is your chance, ma fille." Her Maman whispered. "He's alone and unoccupied, go up to him now. Offer yourself to him before any of ze other witches can, and make sure he only can think about you tonight."
Apprehension swelled in her gut for some reason. "But don't you want to be with Harry tonight, Maman?"
"Oui, but I can wait if it means you will experience his sheer power." Apolline whispered reverently. "Now it is your turn for 'Arry to take you, go up to him and—"
"I hope I'm not interrupting something?" The words made Fleur's blood freeze in her veins, and she turned to see Daphne Greengrass headed their way.
The Slytherin Ice Queen had a superior and taunting smirk on her face, as if she won a victory Fleur didn't know about. As if to further rub things in, the blonde wore a white dress, symbolizing that it would be her marrying Harry, and not Fleur.
"Of course not." Fleur grit out harshly, before her Maman grasped her arm.
"Why don't you introduce us to your friend, ma fille-"
"I'm Daphne Greengrass, Harry's betrothed. Meaning I will be his future wife." The blonde boldly declared, cutting off Fleur's Maman. "And you must be Fleur's latest failed attempt to get Harry's attention."
"Hah, I assure you, leetle girl, I am always ze center of attention." Apolline replied. "Zat was why 'Arry couldn't resist my charm."
"I suppose I should give you the same offer that I gave your daughter." Daphne ignored Apolline's boast. "Join me, follow my lead, and Harry won't forget your existence. The group of us is growing quite large after all, and not even Harry can fill the hole of every witch in this room."
"You ask much for sexual gratification, but tell me zis." Apolline's grin was akin to a predator. "Can you guarantee zat 'Arry will be filling your 'ole everyday? Maybe it will be you he forgets about, and instead he'll be enamored by moi and Fleur's allure. A normal witch you may be, by we are Veela."
Finally, Greengrass's exterior cracked, her gaze turning into a glare before she walked off. Fleur just smirked at seeing her put in her place for once, glad that she brought her Maman along.
"Now, petite Fleur." Her Maman whispered in her ear. "'Arry is alone and free, go and claim him."
The younger Veela nodded, and began making her way across the room to where Harry stood. She knew this would be her moment, that she would finally tell him what she wanted and leave him thinking about her for the rest of the night.
Luckily, he noticed her approach. "Fleur? Perfect. There was just something I was going to ask of you."
Her heart raced, hoping this would be the moment she had been waiting for. Her voice came out huskily and seductive, the offer in her words clear. "Anything you want."
He grinned. "Could you get the front door?"
-
"You like to play with her." The voice caught his attention, and Harry turned to see Apolline strolling over to him.
The others in the room watched their interaction carefully, as if to make sure the older Veela didn't manipulate him. Little did they know that it was Harry who was her Master, having conquered the powerful Veela quite some time ago.
He knew she was loyal, and more than that, he had powerfucked the older Veela into submission to ensure said loyalty. Veela secretly loved to be dominated, he knew that much, and he had practically branded her when they last coupled.
"I do." Harry admitted. Indeed, he liked to take advantage of Fleur's desperation, to know that the arrogant Veela who would normally have men begging for her, was trying and failing to make him submit. But rather than taking her during sex and proving the power discrepancy between them, he wanted Fleur to eventually beg for his cock. It was no fun to force her into obedience, when over time she would slowly give in.
"Petite Fleur is becoming frustrated, 'Arry, and it is my job as her mother to watch out for her interests." Apolline sniffed in irritation. "Please make it up to her."
He raised a brow, understanding that Apolline was simply looking out for her offspring. Arrogant as she might be, Fleur was still the woman's daughter, and all parents wanted their children to be happy.
He turned his head briefly to study an old clock from across the room, seeing what time it was before he turned back to Apolline. It had been a while since the two of them were together, and he didn't want her tight Veela pussy to go unfilled that evening. "Meet me upstairs with Fleur in an hour, and I'll make it up to the both of you."
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It was just a simple gathering that she was attending, akin to seeing a group of friends for a reunion. And yet Olivia McKay had decided to go all out, freshly-styled hair, pink lipstick, and she even decided to bring her Chanel purse along.
What am I doing? Harry is way too young for me. That particular thought had ran through her mind way too many times as of late, and each time she tried and failed to come up with a good response. There was something about the black-haired boy that simply captivated her, as his emerald gaze seemed ever-present in the back of her mind.
She sighed as she sat in her brand new Range Rover, looking across the road to the townhome where the party was supposedly taking place. Soon the clacking of heels could be heard as she exited her car and walked across the road, climbing the steps to knock on the door.
The door opened, and Olivia felt herself freeze as she was suddenly staring at the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Beautiful blue eyes and platinum-blonde hair was the first thing she made out, followed by a sinful body that would make even supermodels jealous.
"Can I help you?" The girl's accent had a sophisticated French twinge to it, sounding more condescending than welcoming.
She coughed, desperately trying to get her thoughts in order. "Hi, um… I'm here to see Harry?"
It might have been her imagination, but the French girl's eyes narrowed in challenge. "Oui, he's right through here."
The blonde turned and walked into the home, as if greeting newly-arrived guests was beneath her, and Olivia belatedly followed. The home itself was clearly old, having archaic wallpaper and chandeliers that desperately needed to be replaced.
Unthinkingly, she took off her coat and sat it on a nearby rack, revealing a black dress that she wore underneath. From there she walked down the hall and into the home's living room, where the rest of the occupants resided. What the hell.
Older women with big tits. That almost seemed to be the general theme of the party. Trophy wives, bimbos, and girls that were easily rated ten out of ten could be seen everywhere. Olivia McKay couldn't help but stop and stare, wondering just what she had gotten herself into.
"You out of your league too, huh?" A sudden voice asked.
A pink-haired girl wearing a dress from the clearance section greeted her. The woman was gorgeous yet eccentric, but was still the most normal-looking female in the room.
"Heh, am I going insane?" Olivia liked to think of herself as beautiful, or at least somewhat attractive, but the party's occupants were making even her self-conscious.
"Trust me, you're not the only one." The pink-haired girl replied. "I'm Nymphadora, by the way."
"Olivia." She smiled, but it was more of a grimace. "Please tell me what's going on."
"You see that woman? That's Narcissa, his courtesan." She pointed at a blonde woman with big tits and an even bigger arse. "No one will admit it, but I think she runs the show."
"The show?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Harry's harem, or coven, or whatever they're calling it." Nymphadora looked at her strangely. "He told you, right?"
She had thought Harry was joking when he told her about his many girlfriends. "Y-Yes."
"Anyways, if you want to be with Harry and at least make it somewhat official, you'll have to deal with her. Otherwise," Nymphadora gestured towards the French girl from earlier. "You'll end up like them. That's Fleur, and her mother is behind her."
Olivia nodded, trying to keep up, only to gape in shock at the last person Nymphadora pointed out. Fleur's mother looked like something out of a wet dream, her bodily proportions enough to drive a man to insanity from pleasure. "Holy shit."
"I know." Dora agreed with her sentiment.
"S-So he's not marrying any of them?"
"Daphne is the name of his betrothed." She pointed at a regal blonde woman who was Harry's age across the room. Nymphadora then looked quite flustered. "There's also my boss, Amelia."
She pointed at an older redhead, who was easily one of the best looking women present. Long red hair, a fit but curvy body that every woman envied, and huge breasts that would've been obnoxious had the other women present not had their own tits practically spilling out.
"And here I thought I found a nice man who was unclaimed." Olivia grumbled in a self deprecating fashion. "Don't tell me there's more?"
"There's also Mrs. Zabini, who's his mistress." Dora's tone became conspiratorial. "Before she met Harry, the woman was widowed by six husbands."
Olivia didn't even want to think on what that entailed.
"There's also Professor Sinistra, who works at his school, Rita, who's a reporter, and I've yet to meet that Asian girl." Dora finished by pointing at a pretty Asian girl who stood next to Harry's blonde betrothed.
"And them?" She gestured at a brunette woman that was talking with a dark-haired man.
"Oh, that's my Mother, and next to him is Sirius, Harry's godfather." Dora looked at her. "I think I'll get a headache if I explain anything more. Want to get a drink?"
"Absolutely."
They walked over to a table full of all kinds of beverages, and Nymphadora poured herself a glass of foaming liquid out of an old wooden barrel labeled 'butterbeer'. Olivia just stared at the strange assortment of drinks, not knowing what most of the drinks like pumpkin fizz and firewhisky were. That was when the man who had invited her to that strange party appeared.
"Olivia, I'm glad to see you made it." Harry walked over with a smile, and she felt her heart do a little dance.
"Harry, hi!" She smiled, trying to ignore how her voice came out a bit more higher pitched than normal. "T-Thanks for inviting me."
"Of course." He nodded.
"So, um…" She stumbled over her words, not knowing whether to laugh at the situation she found herself in or be genuinely angry. "You really get around, don't you?"
"Would you be shocked to know that I kind of stumbled into this mess." He laughed self-deprecatingly. "To be honest, you're only the second woman I've asked out."
She gaped in astonishment, and he only smiled at her expression before Olivia finally pulled herself together.
"B-But you have all those other girls, and not to mention those two French bimbos." She thought of that girl named Fleur, along with her Mother, whose bodily proportions didn't make any sense. "Why do you need me?"
He let out a sigh. "Because that night I talked to you, I felt really relaxed. I was close to having one of the worst days of my life, and you made it one of the best days I've ever had. Something about you just feels right."
"So I'm just here to help calm you down?" She tried to sound bitter about that, but it was a good compliment. Every man needed a good woman to help him unwind at the end of the day after all. Wait, where did that thought come from?
"I can tell you're not outright rejecting everything." He said then, gesturing around the room at the craziness that was his dating life. "So the question remains, are you in or out?"
She had never thought she would be in this situation. It was like she was in one of those celebrity dating scandals she would read about in gossip magazines, or even some harem that Emperors used to have centuries ago. All of it was so strange and otherworldly, and yet Olivia was drawn to the thrill and excitement that came with it all.
"I'm in." She answered, but cut him off before he could speak again. "But don't think we'll be doing any fooling around anytime soon, Mister!"
Harry smiled in amusement.
Chapter 32
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The night only got more difficult for Harry as it went on. And while he enjoyed being surrounded by his closest allies and confidants, that didn't mean his urges stayed subdued.
It was a struggle to spend so much time around women who were dressed their best. Outfits that hugged and displayed their best features and curves, not to mention the cock-hardening amounts of cleavage he had to struggle not to get distracted by.
It wasn't so much a question of if he would break, but rather when, especially when his Mistresses had no problem showing off and pressing their assets against him when in his presence. It was getting to the point he wanted nothing but release, and soon he wouldn't be able to stop himself before throwing himself on top of the next girl who teased him.
"Potter." The call of his name made him turn, as Andromeda of all people approached him. She looked somewhat hesitant, especially when a blush was displayed so fiercely on her cheeks. "Narcissa asked for me to pass along a message."
He had expected the older brunette to tell him she was leaving, yet instead she wanted had something else in mind. "What is it?"
"She wants you to meet her in the back bedroom." Andromeda answered, looking somewhat uncomfortable as she gestured to the bedroom on the first floor. "And that after visiting her… That there will be someone waiting for you upstairs."
Somewhat cryptic, but alright. He wondered if some sort of intel had popped up about Dumbledore or Voldemort, and this was Cissy's roundabout way of asking to see him. Or it could just be about sex.
"Alright." He nodded. "Are you enjoying yourself, Andromeda?"
"O-Of course!" The brunette practically squeaked, before scurrying away.
Harry just shrugged before making his way into the hallway and following it to the end. A closed door greeted him, and he opened it without thought before entering the empty bedroom. Inside was dark, and Harry squinted his eyes to see before the sound of a spell going off met his ears.
Before he could react, he was tied up in ropes, a body-bind curse sending him to the floor as the door behind him closed. He went to yell, only for his body to be levitated upwards before being placed on the bed.
The ropes shifted then, going to his hands and ankles as they were tied to the bedposts, and suddenly he felt his clothes vanish. The lights of the room turning on all of a sudden to reveal a naked Narcissa and Julia with their wands in their hands.
"Good evening, my Lord~" Julia Zabini purred as she moved onto the bed, crawling on top of him as her core ended up right above his shaft.
Julia's thighs were thick, perfectly-shaped, and powerful, and were put to their highest and best use as she positioned herself above his manhood. His cock was already erect, pointed straight up like an arrow, an intimidating pillar of meat ready to stretch any pussy to its breaking point, and about to do just that to the pussy of the Black Widow.
Precum oozed out of it as the tanned witch lowered herself down, his massive cockhead spreading her lips wide as she took the first few inches. Even that was enough to drive her wild with the sensations alone, and yet there was still so much left to take. Her chest heaved for breath as she kept descending downwards, her large breasts shaking enticingly at her efforts.
"So much… T-There's so much…" Despite taking him so many times already, Julia Zabini still felt like a virgin each time she was stretched out by his large cock.
He was simply that powerful, and the thought that he was less than half her age made the woman shiver at the realization of how many years they would have together. Normal wizards could live for two centuries, and powerful wizards could for even longer than that. She slipped down, taking several more inches of his cock unintentionally as she realized just how long he would be fucking her for.
Meanwhile Harry grit his teeth in frustration, glaring up at his Mistress. If he wasn't tied down, he would have long ago slammed into her before fucking her stupid, not caring in the least for her own pleasure. He knew he could free himself at any moment, yet opted to let Narcissa and Julia have their fun.
That said, he still enjoyed the view of the beautiful MILF, especially her sweaty body and large, heaving breasts. He could also see where his crotch met her own, as his manhood stretched her lips wide, and even made a noticeable bulge on her stomach.
Eventually, after taking enough time to adjust to him, Julia slowly raised herself upwards, before lowering herself back down. Her thick thighs worked hard, her gaze looking down and meeting his own as she took his cock.
"Fuck, Harry, Fuck…" Soon she was breathing loudly, her bum raising and lowering as she embedded his cock in her pussy again and again.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
Her bum smacked against his thighs with each bounce, all while her huge tits jiggled harshly, and the waves of her hair jostled with each movement.
"She's doing a good job, isn't she?" Narcissa suddenly asked, leaning in from above him. He was forced to look straight up, past the shadow of her breasts and up into the blue eyes framed by blonde hair. Damn, I forgot about her…
She moved forward towards him while raising herself up, and Harry realized what she was doing. She's going to sit on me.
Narcissa did exactly that, as she sat her fat arse right down on his face. Her pussy fell exactly where his mouth was located, leaving him unable to speak as he breathed in her stench through his nose.
"Having fun down there, my Lord?" Narcissa teased, moving her hips to further plant herself in place.
"Hrrr… grrr..rrhh" Harry yelled back, but his voice was stifled by her cunt. He ended up pushing his tongue into her, lapping at her wetness as he tried to weaken the blonde.
That was when he remembered his special ability, something he had only used a few times before. It was a guaranteed way to make any witch lose control, and he knew the tables would be turned in an instant once he used it.
HISSSSSSS
"HAAAAARRRRRYYYY!" Draco's mother screamed as he vibrated her core with his tongue, using his unique parseltongue ability.
In an instant, his mouth was flooded with feminine fluids as Narcissa shook, her body practically paralyzed from pleasure. That was when he realized his mistake, and that he had simply given the blonde MILF too much pleasure, making her unable to move.
With a burst of wandless magic, he pushed her aside, making Narcissa slump onto the bed beside him. Next, with his raw strength, further increased by his magic, he ripped through the ropes binding his limbs.
"Huh?!" Julia only got out a syllable before he was in front of her, his hands gripping her wide hips. He lifted her up before slamming her back down on his cock, as Ms. Zabini's head shot straight upwards to let out a scream of pleasure.
"AGH! M-My Lord!" She moaned wantonly as he continued to piston her up and down along his cock, her body feeling weightless in his hands. He felt her core tighten around him then, as she went through an orgasm. Fluids sprayed out from the small space between his cock and her walls, coating his crotch and dripping down onto the bed. "S-So good…"
She really came hard, didn't she? Julia's eyes fluttered, her body falling against his as the force of her orgasm wrecked her. Harry picked up her before dropping her down at his side, before turning to face Narcissa.
The blonde had been moving up behind him, and she froze like a deer in the headlights as his eyes locked onto her. Likely she could see the lust reflected in his gaze, and she was helpless to do anything as Harry practically jumped on top of her.
"Harry!" Narcissa squeaked as he manhandled her, lining her rear up against his crotch. Next came his cock, which rested flat on her back, and Harry pulled backwards before slowly lining the immense cockhead with her sacred hole. All the while the blonde begged. "Please put it in, Harry!"
"GRRH!" He groaned deeply as he pushed into her, not giving her any time to adjust as his cock filled her up. She was his bitch, the first woman he had taken, and he would never tire of fucking Narcissa Black.
"HARRY! OH HARRY!" Feminine juices splashed against his abdomen and thighs as he slammed into her with no regard, all restraint gone as he unleashed his pent-up rage on her fat round arse. "HOW CAN ANYTHING BE THIS GOOD!"
"Tell me how good I feel." He demanded as Narcissa screamed, before he pulled out and flipped her over. She let out a harsh breath as she landed on her back, her big pale breasts jiggling as she looked up at him in awe.
Not awe. Worship. Narcissa was beginning to worship him.It eerily reminded him of Voldemort in some way, the fanatical worship that his women had for him. For a brief moment, Harry froze, cursed with indecision as the strange thought came to mind. But that was when he felt a buxom body hugging him from behind.
"My Lord~" Julia purred against his ear, her arms latching around him as if preparing to hoist him onto Cissy. "Fuck her nice and hard, my Lord."
Harry stayed still, feeling the huge tits of the Black Widow press against his back while the tips of her hair made contact with his shoulders. He moved on autopilot in that moment, one hand reaching around before threading his fingers through Julia's hair and against her scalp. His body shifted, pulling the woman forward before pushing her onto her hands in knees in one smooth movement.
"Agh! H-Harry, what are you…" Julia trailed off, suddenly realizing the position she was in, kneeling over Narcissa while on her hands and knees. It left Harry with a very tantalizing view, being two exposed pussies right in front of him and ripe for the taking.
He wouldn't let the opportunity go to waste. He lined himself up with her hole, but not her pussy. She gasped as he pushed into the insanely tight space that was her arse, and Harry could only assume the wind and sense was knocked out of her by his audacity. She did say she wanted me to take her arse.
"Fuck." But Harry met even more resistance than he imagined as he pushed himself in, despite not being gentle in the least. He wanted this woman to feel him, to know that it was him who owned her, and that none of her previous husbands would even compare. And he knew that his massive cock taking her arse would be the best way to ensure such a thing.
"My arse! Y-You're taking my arse!" Mrs. Zabini blabbered incoherently as he pushed in, doing so inch by brutal inch.
Soon, just pushing straight in wasn't enough, and Harry backed his cock out before ramming himself back inside. He still had a third of his shaft left to cram in, as he brutally pounded his cock into her arse to make it fit.
Spittle erupt from Julia's mouth, landing on Cissy's face as she stared up in awe at the scene. All the while Harry single-mindedly worked to cram as much cock as possible into her, no matter what the cost would be. "Can you feel it, bitch?!"
"I-I can feel it!" Julia Zabini screamed aloud. "T-There's so much!"
Soon, with one final, brutal slam, his hips collided with her bum. Harry was tempted to stop there, and take a break, but he knew he couldn't. Even as a line of sweat rolled down his brow, he knew he had to see this through to completion.
His arm muscles flexed as he pushed the tan woman forward, before swiftly pulling her back. He watched as her body shook from the first thrust, and then from the second, as Harry continued to ram into her faster and faster.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
The fat brown booty rippled with each thrust, her hole swallowing his cock while his heavy balls sloshed with cum underneath. He could feel his fated release coming, as the erotic thought to fill her arse with his sperm sat inescapably in his mind.
"I'm going to cum, Julia." He spoke deeply as he thrusted into her, his fingers brutally gripping her hips. "I'm going to cum in your fucking arse."
Narcissa gasped loudly, and a glance down showed the blonde was fingering herself at the scene of them fucking. Meanwhile the Black Widow just nodded shakily, and Harry doubted that any coherent words would leave her mouth past that point. She was too drunk on cock, the pleasure overloading her brain, especially at the fact he was taking her arse.
"Fuck." He growled as his balls clenched, the cum soaring through his shaft as his head enlarged before erupting. He could feel the heat as he erupted like a cannon inside her, coating her insides with white spunk and filling her unspoken hole.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGHHH!" Julia shrieked as he filled her, finally reaching her limit as her whole body shook and writhed beneath him. She fell down onto Narcissa then, her limbs unable to hold herself up anymore.
SHHLURK
He pulled himself out of her tight, disgusting, cum-filled hole with a noise no man should ever legally be allowed to hear. Said hole was left gaping to the open air as cum poured out of it like a waterfall, falling down and landing on Narcissa's pale body underneath. The clash of brown upon white skin, all while stained by cum, couldn't by more defined, and Harry moved around them to see the mouthwatering sight of Julia and Cissy's breasts mushed together.
"Damn." He muttered under his breath, looking at their exhausted and lustful expressions from the intense fucking he had given them. He looked down then, seeing his cock was filthy from such an experience. Guess it's time to get it cleaned.
He didn't bother getting dressed, instead pulling out his trusty invisibility cloak before throwing it over himself. He then opened the door and slipped out the room, only to find himself in the midst of what occupants still remained from the party. They were sparse in number, with Andromeda and her daughter still there, with Sirius passed out at the table while Fleur sat with Professor Sinistra across the room.
He made his way towards the steps, his bare feet making contact with the hardwood floors while his flaccid cock impacted against his thighs with small thuds. His manhood stunk as juices dripped off it and fell onto the floor beneath him, all while Harry quietly skirted the outskirts of the room.
Andromeda and Nymphadora were in his way, and he cautiously passed them by as he stayed against the walls of the room. He slid behind Narcissa's sister, being careful not to make a sound or accidentally touch her. Yet it was once he was behind her that he couldn't help but look down and admire her nice round arse.
Damn. Harry's mouth opened in awe, as his cock jerked in appreciation. Andromeda's dress hugged her arse perfectly, making it stick out and showing off just how round and perfect it was. Accidentally, his cock jumped out at that moment, as the head of his shaft impacted against the center of her left cheek. It all happened in slow motion, as the sphere of flesh jiggled and rippled at the impact, all while Harry quietly watched on.
"Huh?" Andromeda turned around, wondering just who had touched her bum, but by then Harry was gone. He quickly darted up the stairs and made his way over to the only guest bedroom on the second floor, the place he had told a certain Veela to meet him at.
He gave the door a knock to let the room's sole occupant know he was outside before pushing it open, divesting himself of the invisibility cloak in the process. He could see Apolline waiting for him once inside, resting on her knees and wearing nothing but white lingerie. It hugged her curvy Veela form perfectly, highlighting her especially wide hips with a garter belt as well as a custom-fitted bra that showed off her large teardrop breasts.
"I've been waiting for you, mon amour." Apolline smirked as he entered and closed the door behind him, before her gaze narrowed in on his partly-erect, filthy shaft. A frown marred her features then, as if she was upset by the state of his manhood. "Who did zis to your magnificent cock, 'Arry?"
"Narcissa and Julia weren't in any state to clean me up after I finished with them." He told her brutally, allowing the witch to use her imagination to figure out what happened to the two MILFs he had just destroyed. "I figured you could clean it up for me."
"Ah, I see. You want ze Veela whore to suck and clean up your cock, 'Arry?" She reached out and grasped his shaft, as it hardened in her grasp. "Oui. I will show you how a Witch is supposed to treat their wizard. First you get a firm 'old on his beeg cock, and zen you do zis!"
GLUUUUURK
At a speed he didn't expect, Apolline took the head of his cock in her mouth. But she didn't stop there, as the older Veela descended his cock brutally, filling her whole mouth before pushing him all the way down her throat.
His eyes widened comically as her lips impacted against his crotch and marked his skin, forming a round 'O' of pink lipstick there. She then moved up and down his cock, inhaling his scent and sucking him off as she inhaled the juices that covered his shaft. Eventually, she pulled back, dragging her lips slowly off his prick, revealing a perfectly clean cock as she finally withdrew.
"You taste so good, mon amour." Apolline purred in delight as she licked her lips, swallowing down whatever juices she cleaned off his cock.
"Thanks." He couldn't help but slightly grin. "Before I came here, I was deep in Julia's arse."
The older Veela faltered, a mixed expression appearing on her face as he put her on the back foot. But it didn't last, as Apolline quickly recovered before she reached behind and undid the straps of her bra, allowing it to fall to the ground. Two large, pale, perfect, creamy breasts stood openly in front of him, swaying gently in the air with each breathe.
"What do you say, 'Arry?" She smirked suggestively, giving her breasts a shake that made them ripple enticingly. "Would you like to fuck my tits? Or even better, take my tight Veela pussy?"
His cock twitched powerfully, and he was tempted to do just that. But in reality, Apolline was just a witch for him to play with that evening, a brutal warmup as he prepared for the real deal soon to come. He couldn't get distracted and fall for her traps, and needed to take control.
He opened his mouth to order her, only for the French witch to stand and make her way onto the bed. She laid on her back, her head rolling off the bed as she faced him while her head was upside-down. "How about we try zis, 'Arry?"
He stood still, realizing what she was doing as her long, platinum-blonde hair fell down from her head and pooled on the floor. Her mouth opened wide, granting him a clear passage directly through her mouth and into her throat.
"Fuck." Harry moved on autopilot, his cock lining up with her gaping mouth before entering. It was just like fucking a pussy, as he pushed in to her mouth before going straight down her throat with no resistance.
His hands landed on her big waiting breasts, the perfect place to grasp as he pushed into her. The view was obscene as he could look down and see nothing but her chin leading down to her bulging throat and then massive tits where his hands lay. Beneath that, he could feel his ballbag impact against her face, hitting her nose and forehead. It was the ultimate throatfuck, something his friends could only dream of doing to a MILF like Apolline Delacour.
"Fuck, F-Fuck." Now it was Harry's turn to pant and desperately try to cling onto his sanity, the erotic view doing strange things to his mind.
It was like that night was designed to destroy him, to have him act out the most debauch sex acts possible to make him lose his sanity in the process. He had fucked Julia and Narcissa, taken them on top of each other, and even taken Julia's arse, and now he was fucking Apolline Delacour's throat.
His hips hammered his cock into Apolline's waiting mouth, slamming his immense cockhead down her throat over and over while his balls clapped against her face.
SHLURP GLURK GLURP
The noises were obscene as saliva and spittle coated his cock, lubricating him and splashing everywhere. His crotch became a mess of female spittle while Apolline's face was ruined by it all. All the while he kept his hands locked onto her big tits as he chased his release.
His balls were beginning to get heavy and unwieldy, his lust skyrocketing at the scene. For a moment he imagined doing this to any of his other girls, or even one of the girls at Hogwarts, before letting out a delirious laugh. Julia would let him do it, even if it harmed her, but Harry doubted the others would even consider it, or even be able to pull it off. And that was without mentioning the girls his own age at Hogwarts, who would sooner kill him then try something like this out. The benefits of having a Veela MILF, I suppose.
"Fucking hell." He gave a growl as his balls clenched, his release finally coming. He let himself erupt while buried in her throat, before pulling out halfway through.
Cum splattered all over her face, mixing with Apolline's spittle, before he grasped his cock with his hand. Like a artillery cannon, he raised it up, as cum erupted from his cock before raining down onto Apolline's waiting body. It landed on her pristine tits and stomach, pooling in thick wads that nearly covered her entire chest. He painted the beautiful Veela with his seed, marking her as his, before it finally ended and he had to recover.
"Hah… ah…" Harry panted for breath, trying to reorient himself after the insane release from fucking her throat.
"'Arry?" He heard Apolline ask, and he turned to face her before his eyes widened. It was like the older Veela had been hosed down by cum and spit, soaked from hair to crotch in all kinds of fluids. It was a miracle she could get it out of her eyes to see at all. "D-Did I do a good job, 'Arry?"
"You did. I'll leave you to get cleaned up." He said, moving over to grab his invisibility cloak. "There's a bathroom right outside if you need it."
He turned to face her one last time, only to see the older Veela was cleaning herself, using her tongue to do so. She licked up his thick seed with her tongue, doing so in an enticing manner that made him stare. Veela really are something else.
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The door closed behind him as he entered the bedroom on the third floor, and immediately noticed the view of the London skyline at night through the windows. The room was dark and lit by sparse candles, providing a warm and intimate feeling.
"I've been waiting for you." A rich, mature, feminine voice spoke, getting his attention.
He turned to face the bed, and felt his eyes widen at the scene in front of him. Amelia sat on the edge of the bed, wearing an expensive set of black lingerie underneath a white lace robe. Her red hair was let loose as it fell in waves, framing an aristocratic face as she looked at him with fragile blue eyes.
It was clear what was about to happen then, especially when Amelia was dressed in such a way. The time had finally come for her to give herself to him.
"What are you waiting for, Harry?" She asked, placing one hand on her thigh, suggestively close to her womanhood. "Why don't you came over and undress me."
Chapter 33
Chapter Text
It didn't take long at all for Amelia to divest herself of her fancy lingerie, as the two of them barely bothered with foreplay.
His cock was already lubricated, erect, and ready to go, courtesy of Apolline who had coated his thick shaft copiously in her saliva.
He watched as Amelia crawled onto the bed, doing so on her hands and knees before stopping in the middle and raising her fat bum in the air. She reached behind then and planted her hands on the cheeks of her arse, spreading the large round spheres of flesh apart and exposing her womanhood to the world.
She looked over her shoulder then, directly at him as he knelt behind her, and nodded in supplication. It was her way of submitting to him, of not challenging his dominance in the bedroom, by willingly getting on all fours and spreading her arse wide for his cock.
He didn't wait around, crawling up to her before grasping her hips, pushing the head of his shaft against her waiting cunt. Her pussy was already wet and begging, and he took a moment to line himself up before pushing in.
Immediately, he felt Amelia's tightness, tighter than any girl he had taken before. Every virgin was tight, that was how it was, but an older woman like her, fit and in a peak state of health, was tighter than he could've imagined possible.
His vision went black for a brief moment, and Harry could see stars. It had been so unexpected that it took his by surprise, his mind overwhelmed by pleasure.
Her body shook, her cunt suddenly squeezing the first few inches of his shaft like a vice. It was like he was being crushed by a boa constrictor, his very soul sucked out of his body through his cock.
"MWAH! GAH! " Amelia shrieked as her body shook. "By the gods!"
"B-Bloody hell." Harry stuttered, trying to catch his breath as he bent over to get more support on the bed. "Did you just cum?"
"B-Be quiet. Can you really blame me?" Amelia's face was as red as her hair, her body heaving for breath. He had no idea her body would be so sensitive, and just pushing in with a few inches was enough set her off.
He couldn't help it, he laughed. That only increased the DMLE Director's ire, as her face burned with embarrassment and indignation.
He decided to take pity on her, preferring to have a more intimate experience rather than kneel behind her and stare at her back. "Here, let's try a different approach."
As much as he wanted to pound Amelia Bones from behind and watch her fat arse ripple, he also wanted to see those massive tits of hers. He pulled out of her and sat down on the bed, allowing the redhead MILF to position herself in front of him as she sat on his thighs.
His cock now laid against her front, rising up from her shaved crotch past her six-pack abs where his cock ended by pointing upwards towards her dangling breasts. Her tits were massive, the biggest pair he had seen by far, gravity-defying and teardrop shaped, each sack of round flesh equivalent in size to a human head. They shook and heaved with each breath, rising and falling temptingly, soft and pale, looking spotless and perfectly healthy, almost like they were begging to be massaged and squeezed by his hands.
"What are you looking at?" Her words made him look up at her face, only to see an embarrassed blush caused at his actions. He had been shamelessly ogling her body, and it seemed even Amelia wasn't immune to embarrassment from it.
"The most beautiful woman in the world."
She snorted in amusement, but he could tell she liked it. "That was corny."
She rose before he could respond, his hands on her thick hips as she lined herself up with his cock, using graceful fingers to grasp his gigantic cockhead and line himself up with her pussy. She moved down then, and Harry still found himself surprised by her tightness once again.
"Damn you're tight." He ground out.
"Well, it doesn't help that you're so damn big!" She gasped every word in frustration.
Her body moved down slowly, and every inch felt like sliding into divinity. He knew what to expect, and that a woman untouched at her age would be tight, yet the pressure around his shaft only increased with every new inch she took.
"Fuck! Oh, Fuck!" Amelia's arms wrapped around his neck as she leaned forward, sweat beginning to roll down her brow. "I feel stuffed to the brim!"
Her movements unintentionally brought her large breasts right in front of his face, their size blocking his vision and giving him a view most men would die for. Harry couldn't help but lean in and open his mouth before sucking on her left teat, lapping at her hard nipple with his tongue.
"Harry, what are you— By Morgana!" Her body shook once again, an orgasm ripping through her core as she squeezed and milked his cock like before.
But he was simply too focused on worshipping the gigantic tits in front of him. Up until that point, Harry had definitely been an arse man, but now he started rethinking that. Strangely enough, almost all of his girls had plus-sized breasts, and yet it took Amelia Bones of all people to make him rethink his feminine preferences.
"Harry, Harry, Harry!" She chanted his name as if in a trance, all while he gorged himself on her melons. His hands rose from her hips to grab her huge breasts, sinking into the buxom flesh and feeling how soft they were.
Amelia sunk down several inches then, taking more of his cock while he focused on worshipping her tits. The older redhead was nearly foaming at the mouth from all the sensations she was feeling. Her untouched core being split and plundered by such a large cock, all while her lover pillaged her big tits.
Already she had gone through two orgasms, and yet a third was barreling down on her as she took more and more of Harry's cock. For his part, Harry was having the time of his life, a victorious grin on his face as he came close to fully claiming the DMLE Director.
"Dammit. You…Bastard." She got out in irritation as her thick, muscular thighs worked overtime to hold up her weight, and not let her accidentally slip and take his cock all the way to its base. The older redhead was sweating profusely as she did all she could to cling on to her sanity, all while Harry played with her tits, something that wasn't helping. "I could use some help here!"
"If you say so." He moved his hands from her breasts and back to her hips, gripping them harshly before hoisting her up and gently pushing her down on his cock.
"Fuck!" Amelia's head shot straight upward from the movement. "Just like that!"
It was a game of pulling back before pushing more of his shaft in, retreating over gained territory before thrusting back in and claiming even more of her pussy. He knew he could be a lot harsher if he wanted to, or even just claim her entire core in one brutal thrust, but he wanted to be on the gentle side. This was Amelia's first time after all, and he didn't want to be overbearing.
Finally, he felt the sensation of her large bum colliding with his thighs, along with the feeling of his cock being fully embedded from his balls to tip. The feeling of being impaled fully within Amelia Bones was simply indescribable. Her pussy was fully stretched and plundered, every inch of his shaft hugged tightly by her walls as he bulged out her abdomen.
He was in heaven. There was no other way to explain it in his mind. He had died and gone to heaven.
"By Morgana!" Amelia's body shook like never before, her eyes rolling up into her skull as another orgasm ran through her.
"You just keep cumming on my cock." He couldn't help but note, a slight trace of arrogance in his tone. Indeed, it had been three times now that she had orgasmed from taking his cock, and he only just now embedded himself all the way.
If she was irritated by his comment, she didn't show it. Rather, Amelia looked at him with a hooded gaze that was framed by sweat-soaked red hair, her expression sultry and loving. "I love you, Harry."
He smiled, feeling his heart do a little dance as his hand moved up and pushed a strand of her hair to the side. "I love you too, 'Melia."
"Amelia Potter." She giggled like a lovestruck schoolgirl. "It has a nice ring to it."
Something dark howled inside him at her words, and his gaze gained a dangerous glint. "Careful, 'Melia, or I might get you pregnant."
That made the redhead MILF blush bright red, and he grinned before hoisting her hips upwards before allowing her to drop down and take his cock. Amelia let out a great gasp, as if he had expelled all the air from her lungs with the motion, before he continued with his next thrust.
He could feel her arms snaking around his head while her fingers began digging into his unruly locks of hair as he picked up the pace. She let out loud moans in between harsh breaths as he fucked her, all while her big bum collided with his thighs over and over.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
She's taking me so well. It was like her pussy was reshaped in his image and made to take his cock. Every wall hugged him perfectly, massaging and squeezing every vein of his sensitive shaft.
Harry let out a low groan of pleasure, satisfied that they had finally gotten to this point. For a moment he had wondered if Amelia was simply too tight to take his cock, but in the end it had all worked out.
"You feel so good." He couldn't help but groan out as he fucked her, only to get no reply. "Amelia?"
He looked up at her face, only to be met by wide eyes and a drooling, open-mouthed expression of pleasure. She looked drunk on pleasure from coming on his cock, unable to speak as he pounded her.
SMACK
A sudden, brutal thrust brought her back to reality, as she gave a high-pitched shriek while her body shook in his grasp. Once more, she went through an orgasm, as her core desperately squeezed and tried to crush his cock.
What is that, the fourth time now? He shook his head in wonderment, not slowing down his thrusts, even as he rocked her world.
"Harry! Harry, please!" It sounded like she was pleading with him, almost begging, in a way.
"You want me to stop?" He teased her, but Amelia's mind was too far in the gutter to get that he was messing with her.
"No!" She nearly shouted, screaming in his face. "Keep fucking me!"
"If you wish." He grinned, his finger digging deep into her thick hips as he picked up the pace. He wasn't going all out, but he was definitely letting the redhead take it hard.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
"Oh my, M-Morgana!" Once again she was lost in her own world, brought to another plane of existence by his brutal thrusts.
Yet she wasn't the only one experiencing pleasure, as he could feel his own release coming. Already, he had come so many times that night, but he knew this time would be a big one.
"Harry, Harry! I-I'm gonna…" She panted, her own release clearly incoming as well.
"I'm going to cum." He stated harshly. "Don't you are cum till I do!"
Maybe he was a bit harsh, letting his darker side show, but Amelia didn't seem deterred. Rather, she nodded as if he had given her a command, her face taking on a look of concentration as she tried to hold on.
He slammed down finally, her fat arse colliding with his thighs as his cock expanded before unloading his heavy load. He could almost hear his balls thrumming and pumping beneath him, depositing what felt like gallons of jism into his redhead lover.
In the background he could hear the DMLE Director screaming out moans as she also came, her core squeezing his shaft tight and further increasing his pleasure. It was like she was milking his poor shaft like a cow, squeezing out as much seed as she possibly could.
"Damn." Harry muttered when his mind rebooted, feeling as if he had been put through a blender. The whole night had been a whirlwind of pleasure, and yet he knew that he was getting close to the end now.
"How… How much did you put in me?" Amelia looked shaken by the experience as she looked down at her abdomen, the bulge of his heavy shaft still present, and he could've sworn her stomach was bulged out from the sheer amount of cum he pumped into her. She poked the tubular bulge and let out an incredulous laugh, prodding it with her finger. "I feel stuffed to the brim."
He groaned and pushed her upwards, his cock exiting her stretched cunt with a pop, and it was like undoing a cork in an upside-down bottle. His seed, along with her feminine fluids, poured out of her pussy like a fire hose, cascading down onto the bed and making a small lake of arousal.
Amelia didn't give him long to examine it, as she moved up to him and gave his lips a searing kiss. That was before she turned on all fours and held her big bum up in the air, doing so right in his face. She was ripe for the taking, as she gave it a light shake to entice him further. Amelia looked over her shoulder then, right into his eyes, and gave him a seductive grin. "How about we try this again?"
Almost as if in a trance, he knelt behind her, his hands going to her hips as he stared down at the redhead's arse. It was perfectly round and full, muscle intermixing with fat that came with her age perfectly to made the perfect MILFy arse. In the future he vowed her worship her bum as much as he worshipped her tits.
It was easier to push in this time, and Harry memorized the sight of her pussy being stretched to the extreme around his girth as he looked down from above. He didn't slam himself in, nor give her much time to adjust, knowing she had already been bouncing on his shaft for quite some time. Instead he pushed all the way in casually, before grasping her sides and beginning to piston his cock into her over and over.
He built up a steady pace, watching her long red hair lightly bounce from each impact, all while his hips collided with her rippling arse. Looking downwards, it was like watching the ocean, as ripples and waves cascaded through her thick arsemeat with each thrust.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
Her massive breasts dangled and bounced obscenely underneath her body, and he managed to time his thrusts perfectly so those big tits clapped against her chest with each thrust.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
"Ugh, Fuck…" Now it was him who felt like the virgin, reduced to being nothing more than a horny teenager eager to blow his load as he experienced the sights and sounds of Amelia's buxom body.
He loved the view of her long red hair cascading down her perfect back in waves. For a moment, he almost grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, but managed to push down that impulse. Rough sex and harsh fuckings could come later, and Harry didn't want their first time together to be like that.
"H-Harry, I-I'm gonna—" Amelia didn't finish speaking as her hand went to her mouth to stifle her cries of pleasure, all while he continued thrusting. I guess I'm not the only one enjoying this.
Try as he might, but the added sensation of her cunt, once again, milking and squeezing his shaft was too much.
He leaned forward, one hand gripping her shoulder while his nose mushed against her hair. He inhaled her scent, smelling of vanilla, while he pulled Amelia's buxom body flush against his own. That was when he released his load, his shaft expanding before releasing its contents into her waiting, stuffed snatch.
Amelia fell to the bed with him on top in that moment, her arms and legs giving out, leaving Harry on top of her as he mushed the older woman into the mattress. He didn't move, keeping his cock crammed into her pussy as he loomed over her.
It was like he was breeding her, and intimately doing so. His shaft was stuffed into her pussy and sealed tight as he filled her up, his hips mushed into her arse while his head rested against her shoulder. They stayed locked in that position for what felt like eternity, as Harry eventually finished pumping her core full of his seed before he pulled away.
The two of them laid side by side in bed as the night came to a close, Harry's lust satiated while Amelia laid next to him while still filled with his seed.
"I'm going to feel that in the morning." Amelia groaned, her eyes tired and half-lidded. "Probably for the next month, if I'm being honest