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The Bulgarian Coven Pt. 2 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2022-02-19 17:17:38 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Moresome, Breeding, Fucked Silly
Summary: Part 2 of The Bulgarian Coven. Harry's time with the Bulgarian Coven lasts for only two months before Voldemort throws a wrench in his plans to just leave the British Wizarding World to its own troubles. He's now expected to return to Hogwarts to complete the magical contract the TriWizard Tournament forces him into. But before he goes, a much more confident Harry is going to make sure he leaves the Coven behind with as many 'gifts' as he possibly can.
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“It’s not fair, Mama!”
Adyelya lets out a sigh, as she runs a hand through her daughter’s hair and places a kiss upon the younger veela’s brow.
“I know, my light. Wizarding Magic rarely is fair. Their laws are nonsensical, and their rituals and ancient practices even more so. In the end, it is not a matter of fair. Harry MUST return to Hogwarts to participate in this… Triwizard Tournament, lest their Goblet declare his life and magic forfeit.”
“But he didn’t even put his name in their damn cup! How is this even possible?!”
“The scrap of paper that came out with his name on it was apparently taken from one of his assignments from a previous year. We managed to force that much out of Headmaster Dumbledore. It is his signature, if nothing else, and thus binding… as idiotic as that might be to us. As I said, Wizarding Customs and Laws are nonsensical. Their magic binds them on the flimsiest, most ridiculous of basis. Their Goblet of Fire is… one of the most draconian magical artifacts I’ve ever heard of.”
As Harry sits quietly, he’s grateful to both Adyelya and her daughter Anelia. He’s grateful to Adyelya for all that the Bulgarian Coven Leader has done for him. And he’s grateful to Anelia, for raising such a fuss and acting outraged on his behalf. It allows him to sit back and just soak in their conversation, rather than having to speak as well. He’s not sure he can, at the moment… there’s a lot of feelings swirling around inside of him at the moment, with Wrath taking up the majority of his emotional capacity.
He couldn’t even have this much. They wouldn’t even let him have this. All Harry wanted was to be left alone. All he wanted was to be a part of this family, to be the powerful wizard that the Bulgarian Coven was contracted with. Unfortunately, his relationship with them apparently didn’t transcend the fucking Goblet of Fire that the British Wizards were using back at Hogwarts for their Triwizard Tournament.
Harry wouldn’t have believed the letter when it came, if he wasn’t already feeling a tugging in his chest that pointed towards the British Isles, and more specifically Hogwarts itself. If he didn’t show up to the first of the three tournament tasks, his life and magic would indeed be forfeit. No pressure, or anything.
It wasn’t fair, but the last two months had been good for Harry. Very… therapeutic. He’d learned a lot about magic in that short amount of time, arguably more than he’d learned in the past three YEARS of Hogwarts. The Veela had their own teachers, their own tutors and own curriculum, and Harry had joined their classes, so to speak.
He’d learned a lot, but more than that, he’d done a lot as well. As the Coven Wizard, his role was one of… well, basically, he fucked large sections of the Coven on the regular, all in pursuit of knocking them all up. There wasn’t really anyway to sugar coat it. He had already gotten Adyelya and her four handmaidens, which he now knew were Coven Matrons to her Coven Matriarch Position, pregnant. All of them were starting to show right now, and even as Adyelya speaks to her eldest daughter, she has a hand on her growing baby bump where her new youngest was currently gestating.
He'd gotten several more Veela pregnant as well, but not all of them. Only once the entire Coven was pregnant with his children would Harry feel like he was carrying his weight. He’d been working on it, but now this had come up and… well, he’d have to leave tomorrow. So, one more night to try and get things done.
“Matriarch… I’m ready for another session. Send whoever you want tonight. I’ll do my best to leave them with something to remember me by.”
As Adyelya looks at him consideringly, Anelia whips her head around, her eyes watery.
“D-Don’t talk like you’re going to d-die, Harry!”
Harry just smiles, bowing his head slightly in apology, though not actually taking it back. Anelia is actually older than him by a couple of years. She’s technically already an adult by Wizarding Standards, but by Veela Standards, she has another couple of years before she’s declared fully matured. That’s not to say Harry hasn’t already had sex with her though, he has. He took her virginity, in fact, and while she’s not pregnant yet, he figured it was only a matter of time… until this happened.
“… Very well, Harry. I shall send a select group to you tonight, so that your… potent seed might be concentrated into a few wombs. Do your best, beloved, but do not push yourself too hard. You must be strong, when you leave for Hogwarts.”
Harry bows his head, and then quietly takes his leave of the two Veela. Behind him, he hears Anelia continue to protest about the unfairness of it all to her mother. He envies her ability to just… rant and rave about it. He’s never been very good about that sort of thing. In the end, all he can do… is Act.
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After hours of training with the Bulgarian Coven’s most capable duelist, Harry makes his way back to his bedroom, feeling surprisingly well-rested. Probably because he’d fucked the Veela Duelist after they were done, and when he had sex with any members of the Coven, it resulted in an energy exchange that tuckered them out but left him all the more ready for more.
He’d feel bad about it, if it wasn’t just the way things needed to be. If he was going to fuck the entire Coven on the regular, then he needed to be able to keep going. Meanwhile, they only needed to have the stamina for one time apiece, before passing him off to the next in line. It was an entirely fair trade.
What probably wasn’t fair, was who Harry found waiting for him when he returned to his quarters. Five veela are stood in the room when he enters. He recognizes them all immediately, of course. There’s Anelia, the Coven Matriarch’s eldest daughter… and then there’s Bilyana, Bisera’s daughter, Iliya, Ivanka’s daughter, Malyna, Mihaila’s daughter, and Todorka, Tsveta’s daughter.
The naming convention isn’t something he’s failed to notice, though he hasn’t bothered asking after it. Rather than having Juniors and the like, they just seem inclined to use the same first letter when naming their firstborn children. Harry has no idea if it’s a Bulgarian thing or a Veela thing, or even just a Bulgarian Veela Coven thing. He hadn’t gotten a chance to find out in the scant two months he’s been in their care.
This is nepotism, plain and simple. Harry’s last night in the Bulgarian Coven will be occupied with the daughters of the Matriarch and her Coven Matrons. But honestly, even as the five veela women move in and begin to help him disrobe, Harry can’t really bring himself to mind. If he doesn’t come back… he would want these girls to have something to remember him by.
Besides, Anelia and her friends have been some of Harry’s closest friends over these past two months. Despite all of them being older than him, they are the closest in age to him as well. They’re the youngest veela he’s been bedding in fact, with all of the others being too young for such things as of yet. Thus, it’s no surprise that Harry has become close to these five in particular.
As much as it’s nepotism, it’s probably also something Adyelya is doing for him as much as anyone else.
They strip him naked in no time, before shucking off their own garments, flowing dresses that cascade down to the floor with barely any effort on their part. Then, they descend upon him. It’s not a one-on-one thing, not with these five. They’ve grown up together, and always shared everything… including him. The first time he fucked Anelia and took her virginity, was also the first time he laid with Bilyana, Iliya, Malyna, and Todorka as well. All five veela girls had lost their virginities to him that night, and Harry… Harry had enjoyed it immensely.
Just as he was sure he’d enjoy this night as well. It starts with Anelia kissing him, with Bilyana and Iliya guiding his hands to their busts, and with Malyna and Todorka descending to their knees to suck at his cock and balls respectively.
Much more confident in himself and his magic then he was two months ago, Harry goes with the flow. His magic pulses out of him as he gropes Bilyana and Iliya’s breasts, as he swaps spit and wrestles tongues with Anelia. He groans into Anelia’s mouth, as Malyna and Todorka swirl their own tongues along his genitalia, and he thrusts forward, welcoming the pleasure they’re giving him.
Things quickly escalate though, as they tend to do when you have a powerful wizard and five beautiful, nubile young veela in the same room. Give them a bed on top of that, and you can expect sparks to fly. Soon enough, Harry finds himself on top of Anelia. Thrusting into her, filling her with his cock, he smiles down at her, even as she gazes up at him, adoring love and lust in her eyes.
There’s none of the panic from earlier in her face. She’s found a way to put it out of her mind, that this is their last night together until he returns… IF he returns. And so, Harry endeavors to do the same, giving Anelia his full attention, or at least as much of it as he can, given the circumstances. After all, the others are not idle.
Bilyana and Iliya take to Anelia’s breasts and slurp and suck and bite at them, making the other veela squeal. Malyna and Todorka meanwhile, rub their chests into his sides as his hands work away at their cunts, grinding their pussies down onto his digits while taking turns kissing him heatedly.
It’s five versus one, if he was to think about it in adversarial or competitive terms. He’s up against an onslaught of feminine flesh from all angles, of womanly desire pressing down upon him. The pressure to perform is immense… and yet, not once in the past two months has Harry had any concerns about any of that. He lets his magic guide him, as he has before, and everything… everything goes perfectly.
He fills Anelia with his seed and finds her replaced upon his cock by Bilyana a moment later. She, he takes on her side, knowing she loves that position. With one of her long, beautiful legs draped over his shoulder, he pistons in and out of her hard and fast, even as the others all do their part to help the happy couple along.
After Bilyana, is Iliya. After Iliya, is Malyna. After Malyna, is Todorka. Five veela, fucked one after the other, in a variety of different positions. Harry has gotten to know them all quite well, by this point. He knows what they like. Iliya prefers doggy. Malyna prefers a mating press. Todorka goes on her back, just like Anelia.
One after the other, Harry fucks all five veela. An uncharitable bloke might assume it gets old. It doesn’t. As the magic swirls in the air all around them, Harry doesn’t grow tired OR tired. He’s not bored, nor is he exhausted. He has a job to do, but more than that, much more than that in fact, he wants to leave these five women with the best final memory of him that he possibly can, just in case.
It’s not like he knows what to expect, once he gets to Hogwarts. But he’s certainly not expecting anything good. This Triwizard Tournament is one thing, but there’s also the fact that someone forced him into the tournament in the first place. Whoever did it has a reason for wanting him back at Hogwarts, if not a reason to want him dead altogether. Harry… he’s going to have to be careful.
But that’s for tomorrow. Tonight is about the beautiful young veela he’s making love to. And once he finishes with Todorka, Harry is all too happy to go right back around to Anelia. The whole point of having him spend the evening with only five veela is to ‘concentrate’ his seed in a few select wombs after all, just as the Coven Matriarch had said. And so that’s exactly what Harry does, not letting up for even a second as his friends and lovers egg him on and beg him for more.
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As the next morning arrives, Harry is all packed up and ready to go. Making his way to the room where the Bulgarian Coven handles all of their magical travel, including International Portkeys, he’s not surprised to find Adyelya waiting for him. Maybe he should be, but honestly, he half-expected the Coven Matriarch to want to see him off personally.
He IS surprised by who else is in the room, however. He’d woken up alone, but hadn’t thought anything of that… and yet, there they are. The five young veela he’d stuffed with his cum the night before, all looking remarkably well-rested, put-together… and dressed in matching uniforms. In fact, Adyelya was wearing traveling clothes of her own, Harry is surprised to realize.
“… What’s going on?”
Anelia and the others are all smiles, while Adyelya just smirks ever so slightly as she taps her wand against what has to be the portkey, infusing it with power.
“Portus. Hm? What’s going on? Oh, just a bit of a last minute change of plans, Harry. You’re still going to Hogwarts, unfortunately… but my daughter has helped me see the light. The Wizarding World might be ass-backwards, but that doesn’t mean we can’t use it to our advantage. Some congratulations are in order by the way. You will be representing the newly created Bulgarian Institute of Magical Mystery as the fourth competitor in this Triwizard Tournament.”
Harry’s eyes widen, and Adyelya’s grin only grows.
“You are, of course, one of our first batch of students, along with these five girls here in this room as well. Unlike Hogwarts and the other European Schools, we prefer to do things a little differently. As such, my daughter and the others are all in their final year at the Bulgarian Institute of Magical Mystery. It would be silly to forbid them from attending this… tournament that we’ve all been so graciously invited to.”
He's beginning to understand now, he thinks. And while a part of him feels anxious at the thought of so many of the women he loves being in a place proven to be dangerous, like Hogwarts… he also can’t help but be a little relieved. He won’t be alone, after all.
“Now, gather around everyone. The portkey is ready, and will take us straight to Hogsmeade, where we shall negotiate for some long-term rooms. You might have to participate in their Tournament, Harry, but that doesn’t mean you have to live in their castle. Not to worry… we’ll be with you every step of the way.”
Stepping forward, Harry can’t help the goofy grin, as he meets Anelia’s eyes, the young veela giving him a grin right back and a wink. Together, they and everyone else touch the portkey that Adyelya is holding… and a moment later, they’re off.
Comments
jw
This really does need to be a full story, kind of like you did with - A Motherfucking Dragon
Pure Dingo
I agree with the others, this looks like it could turn into a good story, I wonder if you would have Adyelya meeting with the other Covens around the world and taking Harry with her. It would be an interesting twist to see how the covens around the world react, maybe have them structured like the Asari from Mass effect and a male like Harry is highly prized. Then when the wizards try to "save" Harry the Veela show their displeasure.
Nanaya7Nights
Honestly this story seems like the first of its kind that I have come across. I have come across X magical trains Harry & the idea of Veela covens, but this is the first time that the X is the Bulgarian Veela Coven.
Matthew Johnson
I agree.
Idem. I'm almost more interrested in the story than in the smut.
Noah Hill
I honestly want this to turn into a full story with a plot and everything just given the background and event you've made for it thus far.
