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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 17 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2020-04-15 16:48:46 +0000 UTCA/N: New Chapter~
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It’s obvious what Aurora wants out of him… and he’s all too willing to give it to her. Gripping tightly at the Astronomy Professor’s hair, he yanks her up to her feet, eliciting a breathless gasp from the woman he’s just cum down the throat of. Grabbing the front of Aurora’s low-cut dress, Harry does a bit of wandless silent magic, something that his Godfather taught him a year or so back.
It’s nothing too special, and Harry actually isn’t capable of casting the full version of the spell just yet. It’s an emergency bit of magic, the sort of thing you cast on yourself when you’ve been disarmed and lost your wand. It enhances physical attributes, making the caster stronger, faster, and a bit more durable. Not that it’ll help you against any curses or hexes thrown your way, but it might let you dodge them with your enhanced speed.
That said, Harry can’t cast the full version, the version that’s supposed to enhance all of you. However, he can cast a partial localized version of the spell, centered on his arm. He does so now, greatly strengthening just the hand and arm that’s currently gripping Aurora’s dress. The Astronomy Professor has a wicked little grin on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes, and she’s just opening her mouth to say something… likely to tell him that her clothing is enchanted to be a bit harder to tear then that.
However, before she can actually say anything, Harry pulls and he pulls hard… and the dress rips away from Aurora Sinistra’s body wholesale, revealing every last inch of her gorgeous black flesh and her voluptuous, curvaceous form. She’s still got her bra and panties on though, but the spell will last for a bit longer, so Harry makes quick work of those too, ripping her undergarments from her body and drawing surprised squeaks from the older witch both times.
“Y-You just… a-ah, Harry, those were my favorite panties…”
Snorting, Harry spins Aurora around and subsequently bends her over the front of her desk. Sidling up behind her, his cock slapping down in between her substantial ass cheeks and hot dogging her behind, Harry leans forward, balling her torn panties up in a fist.
“It’s Lord Potter to you, Professor Sinistra. We must remember our manners.”
“You… you really are an animal… oooh, are you going to ravage me now, Lord Potter? Going to take my body for yourself and leave me no choice but to worship you and your big… fat… cock?”
Snorting derisively at how fast Aurora gets over the loss of her ‘favorite panties’, Harry continues to grind his cock against her ass, continues to slide his shaft up and down her crack, between those amazing butt cheeks of hers. In response, Aurora pushes back into him, even managing a weak grasp of his cock betwixt her cheeks. She really is a horny slut, isn’t she? The horniest he’s had in a while, if he’s being honest…
With a growl, Harry finally slides back enough that his shaft flops out from between her ass cheeks, only to spring back up and catch against her dripping cunt lips. As he lodges himself just inside of her entrance, Harry pauses and leans over Aurora, sliding one hand around her neck from behind, taking ahold of it, though he doesn’t choke her, he simply grasps at her throat.
“… Maybe I won’t. Maybe this is as far as we’ll go.”
Aurora freezes at that, and Harry grins. He knows exactly what the Astronomy Professor wants, for all that she acts like she’s doing this for him. She wants him to fuck her, she wants him to use her and abuse her. And he’s all too ready to do that… but not while she’s still lying to herself and to him. Not until she begs him for it.
“… You wouldn’t. You want me, you NEED me.”
Harry just laughs and rears back his free hand, delivering a stinging slap to the older witch’s gorgeous chocolate backside. Aurora’s utterly fine ass jiggles as she squeals from the impact, a shudder running through her body. Her pussy lips even clench down around his cockhead in what Harry pegs as a mini-orgasm.
“Don’t be ridiculous, slut. I don’t need you… I have plenty of horny witches at my beck and call, many of them younger and more nubile then you. Not quite… past their prime yet.”
Aurora gasps at that, visibly offended as she tries to turn and glare at him over her shoulder, but Harry’s grip on her neck stops her, holding her in place as he continues on with a soft chuckle.
“I could leave you right here, right now, wanting me far more than I want you and go find one of them instead. They’d beg me to have my way with them in an instant if I told them to. Admit what you want, and maybe I’ll be kind enough to give you what you need.”
Aurora growls a little, even as she tries to push her hips back into his cock with no avail. Harry manages to keep his cockhead lodged inside of her cunt lips, but also keeps from going any further, moving with her as he snickers at her ineffective attempts to fuck herself on his cock.
“F-Fine then… l-leave. I… you’re not the only wizard in the sea either, Lord Potter. I can just call another student to my office, one that won’t be so… disrespectful!”
Harry snorts derisively at that and gives Aurora’s ass another punishing smack. Causing her to gasp and squeal and shake yet again. Cocking his head to the side, the young wizard hums.
“You think any wizard in this school can possibly satisfy you like I can? There’s a reason you called me here today Aurora. You want me. You want to know what I’m capable of. Send me away now, and you’ll never get a chance to find out, I promise you that. Either beg… or tell me to leave, one more time.”
He’s not bluffing. He’s fully ready to leave if that’s what it takes to get it through the Professor’s head that he’s not going to be fucked with, not going to be walked around by his cock like the boys before him. As Aurora trembles in silence beneath him, Harry wonders if she’s actually going to do it… but in the end, he’s read both her and the situation right. She’s a needy little bitch alright.
“F-Fine! I want it! I want your big fat cock! Please, fuck me Harry Potter! Fuck me and show me what I’m missing out on!”
Humming, Harry tightens his grip on Aurora’s throat just a tad as he leans in close, breathing hot air across the nape of her neck.
“It’s Lord Potter.”
“M-My apologies my lord… please fuck me…”
She sounds so pitiful at the end there, so plaintive… that Harry just can’t resist. Without another word, the young wizard thrusts forward… while applying that spell he’d used from before to tear off her skimpy dress to his crotch now. The strength with which he plows into Aurora Sinistra is like none the Astronomy Professor has ever felt before as a result. His cock slams right into her cervix, sliding right up her slick inner passage, and then goes right on through, penetrating the gorgeous older witch’s womb in one single blow.
Aurora’s head tilts back, and he can see her eyes are wide and her mouth is open in a silent scream. Grinning, Harry pulls back and does it again, settling into a quick, fast-paced fuck as he stares down into Aurora’s cum-coated features from above, fucking her relentlessly and ruthlessly with all his might, not letting up for even a moment.
After all, it was one thing to ultimately call her bluff and make her beg for him to dominate her and fuck her silly. But now… now Harry had to put his money where his mouth was and prove that he could do what he said he would do. Which meant Aurora Sinistra was in for the ride of her life. Luckily, he had a lot going for him… and it was obvious that his opening salvo had already left Aurora half-insensate anyways.
As he pounds away at the dark-skinned teacher’s gorgeous body, fucking her from behind with all his might and groping and squeezing her beautiful derriere, Aurora finally finds her voice, moaning wantonly, groaning loudly as she shudders and spasms beneath him. She’s soon orgasming quite explosively around his cock, something that Harry takes as a good sign, though he doesn’t allow it to slow him down, oh no.
She needs to be fucked; she needs to be put in her place… she needs to learn what it means to seduce Lord Potter. With a snarl, Harry yanks Aurora back off of her desk, standing her up as he continues to fuck into her, thrusting upwards now and leaving the gorgeous older witch on her tip toes as a result. He continues to thrust into her, even as he drags her across her own office and thrusts her up against a bookcase.
She grabs onto it, gasping and groaning and moaning, and Harry just keeps on fucking her, plowing her silly from behind. The clapping sounds of her ass cheeks as his big fat cock fills her cunt and then her womb over and over again are music to his ears, as is the sweet melody of her orgasmic screams of ecstasy flowing from her lips.
He uses Aurora like she’s his own personal fuck toy, rather than a witch decades his senior as well as his Astronomy Professor. But then to be fair, she was the one who called him here, she was the one who wanted him so badly that she’d lured him to her office to seduce him. In the end, she couldn’t really blame him for taking the initiative, now could she? Not when she’d so clearly wanted him, all of him… even if she didn’t fully understand what that would entail.
The bookshelf jostles and jolts with every jarring thrust that Harry sends in to it through his fucking of Aurora. As he rails the Astronomy Professor from behind, some tomes fall off of the shelf entirely and land on the ground. Aurora tries to protest, she attempts to speak up and tell him not so rough, but Harry doesn’t even give her a chance to get the words out, and in the end her abortive attempts to speak fall to the wayside as she just settles for moaning and crying out in euphoric bliss as orgasm after orgasm strike her again and again.
All good things come to an end though. Harry’s release eventually does arrive. With a hoarse shout, he thrusts up inside of Aurora’s limp body one last time, and fills her womb directly with his seed, leaving her shuddering her way through one final climax at the sensation of him painting her insides white. They both come down from their respective final orgasms slowly, and when Harry’s euphoria is gone, he pulls out of Aurora and lets her slump down against her bookcase, the naked witch falling to her knees.
Smirking easily, Harry takes ahold of the Professor’s hair again and spins her back around, slapping his messy cock across her face as her glazed eyes go crossed just trying to focus on it.
“Here you go… best to clean up after yourself, don’t you think Professor?”
Aurora’s plump lips open up and her tongue lolls out as the dark-skinned witch begins to slurp and suck at his cock. Harry casually feeds his messy member past those lips of hers and into her mouth, groaning as she cleans him off, bit by bit. And then, because she’s just a bit too good at what she does, even when she’s half-conscious, Harry grips at the Professor’s hair with both hands and begins to thrust back and forth into her throat all over again, his cock once more hard as he fucks the beleaguered woman’s face for his own pleasure.
“Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…”
Judging by the way her tongue continues to lash across the underside of his thrusting cock, and how her hands disappear down betwixt her thighs to finger her creampied cunt, Aurora doesn’t truthfully seem to mind all that much. That’s good, it means he’s not only put the seductress in her place… he’s also managed to back up his claims from the look of things. Certainly, there’s nothing that screams dissatisfaction about the way she looks up into his eyes as he slow-fucks her throat with his sizable member.
No, he can tell… he’s made a believer out of Aurora Sinistra for sure.
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Finally finishing up with the Astronomy Professor, Harry leaves Aurora’s office a few hours later, only to be confronted by a rather odd sight. There’s not one, but four people waiting for Harry outside of the Professor’s enchanted door. Three on one side, one on the other. As he exits, they all turn to look at him, and judging by the widening of four sets of eyes, they see a glimpse of the cum-covered, naked form of the gorgeous Professor he’s just got done fucking silly for the umpteenth time before the door closes.
Harry blinks and regards the four girls carefully. On the one side is Nym, or rather Nymphadora Tonks, the beautiful metamorphmagus that he grew up with. On the other side is Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell, otherwise known as Gryffindor’s Flying Vixens, the three Chasers on their House Quidditch Team.
Getting over seeing the state of Aurora first, Angelina is the first to react, smiling wickedly as she steps forward and clasps one of Harry’s arms in her own, pressing her athletic but still quite feminine body into his side.
“Harry! Me and the girls were just looking for you and heard that you might be with the Professor! Mm, I hope you have some time for us, we’ve got something EXTRA important to talk about to discuss with you~”
Harry raises an eyebrow at that, even as Nym quickly collects herself and comes up on his other side, wrapping HER arms around his other arm and glaring past him at Angelina.
“Actually, Harry and I have to talk. Sorry, but I think I rank higher than you and your trollops, Johnson.”
Angelina’s smile becomes quite a bit sharper at that.
“Isn’t that for Harry to decide?”
… It was kind of obvious what Angelina and Nym both wanted, wasn’t it? It seemed Harry had a choice to make here, and in this scenario, he could tell he wasn’t going to be able to have it both ways… at least, not at the same time. He was going to have to snub someone here, and then make it up to them at a later date.
The only question was, did he go with the Flying Vixens, a trio of sexy athletic girls who seemed to be very interested in him? Or did he go with Tonks, who not only had been around for most of his life but could also become anyone or anything he could possibly have desired. The skills of a metamorphmagus were varied and endless… however, the one area in which Tonks couldn’t beat the Vixens was sheer numbers. She unfortunately couldn’t mimic three girls at once, so there was that downside…
Comments
SharpShooter345
Why not all 4?
cglasgow
You stop rewarding loyalty, eventually you stop getting any. Go with the girl you originally brought to the dance, Lord Potter. You just made a point with Sinistra that nobody gets to lead you around by the dick, and if the Vixens can get you to walk away from a longtime buddy to go sniff strange tail with a wink and a nod, then you're being led around by precisely that.
James Montil
We can't go with all 4? Shame...
Fenrir44
I say go with the vixes 1 side you only anger 1 woman the other side you get 3 pissed off women yeah the choice is easy here
Darth_Chinran
Whats the chance Aurora just got knocked up?
Cambrian
Too many characters at once. Three girls is fine, but four is a crowd. Plus, both Tonks and the Flying Vixens deserve their own chapters/room to breathe.
Kendell Ford
Why not both?
