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[BONUS] The Stud & the Slut Pt. 7 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2018-03-05 17:26:52 +0000 UTC A/N: Part 2 of the Quidditch Play~-x-X-x-
In the end, Katie’s turn comes a lot swifter than she’s expecting. Harry barely has to say a word, before Hermione and Lavender move to focus all of their amorous intentions on a half-delirious Alicia, while Daphne unbinds Katie and sashay’s her way over to where Harry is standing. Blushing more than a little, the Gryffindor Team’s Vice-Captain feels slightly nervous about where they stand, right up until Harry spins Daphne around and bends the Slytherin ‘Cheer Captain’ over right there in front of her.
Giving his fellow Gryffindor a lopsided grin as he buries his cock in Daphne’s cunt, much to the Slytherin’s vocal, albeit seemingly reluctant enjoyment.
“Ooh, you big brute, j-just shoving it in l-like that… f-fuck. F-Fuck y-you… unf, unf, unf…”
As Daphne gnaws at her lower lip to try to contain the noises of pleasure Harry is forcing from her, Katie steps forward, naked and not quite sure what to do. Harry nods towards Daphne’s head.
“You up for silencing the little tart? You know how Slytherin sluts can be Katie. Don’t occupy their tongues with something, and they just run their mouths until you do.”
Katie’s eyes light up with understanding, and with direction, the Vice-Captain is suddenly feeling a lot more confidence. Stepping up, she laces her fingers through Daphne’s dark hair and grips down hard, grabbing up a fistful of the other witch’s locks as she forces Daphne’s face into her own exposed, dripping wet cunt. It was only right that the Slytherin slut deal with this, in the end. After all, she and the others had teased both Katie and Alicia for the entire time that Harry was in the back with Angelina.
A glance back at the passed-out woman, sprawled atop the comfortable chair that Harry had conjured, only makes Katie all the more aroused, biting her lower lip as Daphne’s tongue darts out and slips along her slit. Harry really has proved his dominance at this point… and Katie just can’t get enough of it. Moaning as Daphne is jarred deeper into her cunt with every thrust from the Gryffindor Captain, Katie just decides to go with the flow, and really starts getting into the spirit of things.
“Mm, fuck Harry, we should have this slut around whenever there’s a Gryffindor vs Slytherin match. That way the Princess can service actual winners for once. And then after the match, she gets a few loads in her for being a good little cheer-whore and backing the right horse, heh~”
Given the way Katie can see Harry’s massive cock plunging in and out of Daphne’s behind from here, she can’t help but put a little more emphasis on horse than necessary, even as she leans over the other witch, getting a bit more handsy. With Daphne’s face buried in Katie’s pussy, the Gryffindor Vice-Captain licks her lips as she reaches down and around, grabbing at Daphne’s fat tits first and foremost.
“We definitely don’t have to worry about getting thirsty with these babies, Cap’n!”
Harry watches on amused, continuing to fuck Daphne at a relatively consistent, standard pace as Katie has her fun. The Slytherin Princess herself isn’t nearly as amused by the other witch’s fondling of her beautiful bod, but there’s not much she can do about it, all but spit-roasted between the two Gryffindors as she is right now. Katie’s hands move to Daphne’s tight belly and trim waist next as she squeezes and pinches with her fingers, much to the Slytherin’s chagrin.
“Heh, fit and perfect in every way. No wonder you’re the Cheer Captain, Princess!”
After that, it’s onto the dark-haired Slytherin’s ass, and once she gets there, nearly doubled over Daphne’s bent over body as she is, Katie can’t help but play a little more aggressively, smacking her palms somewhat harshly up and down across Daphne’s massive butt cheeks before turning those smacks into grips, digging deep with her digits.
“Would you look at all this padding, Cap’n? It’s so firm, yet at the same time, it’s also so bouncy and jiggly! You made this cunt your anal slut yet, Cap’n? I sure hope so! Heh, knowing you, it’s already taken care of.”
At this point, Daphne can’t afford to even be upset or chagrined by Katie’s actions. The female Gryffindor’s fingers playing with her sensitive body while Harry’s massive cock plunges in and out of her cunt? It’s too much for the Slytherin to handle. She’s being driven absolutely nuts by not only Katie’s words, but also the pure amount of sensation being brought on her by Harry’s gigantic dick.
Of course, that only means Katie takes it up a notch, quite enjoying the effect her teasing is having on the Slytherin ‘Cheer Captain’. Moving her hand back to Daphne’s abdomen, Katie presses down a bit harder, right where she knows the other girl’s womb should be. And as expected, she can feel it through Daphne’s flesh. Grinning like a loon, Katie practically coos down at the Slytherin witch as she runs her palm over Daphne’s stomach.
“Feel that, Princess? Feel all of that Gryffindor Captain Cock buried in your womb? You can’t see his face, but I can. Harry looks like a man who’s about to breed his woman~ Would you like that? Would you like him to breed you, Princess?”
Katie decides to pull back a bit, wanting to give Daphne the chance to respond… and honestly, wanting to see the other girl’s face as Harry fucks her senseless. Daphne’s tongue felt good inside of her, to be fair… but something about all of this made Katie want to observe for the time being, more than anything else. Of course, as soon as Daphne’s tongue leaves Katie’s pussy, the Slytherin is trying to back-talk again.
“Y-You… s-so sure that you’ll… beat our team in every match? What if… mm, what if we win, huh?”
Katie laughs at the half-hearted attempt to defend Slytherin honor. Even Harry lets out an amused, derisive snort before bringing a palm down on Daphne’s ass, causing the dark-haired witch to cry out from the sudden smack. Adopting the sweetest, friendliest look that she can, Katie bends down to look Daphne in the eye.
“Silly little slut-princess. Maybe we’ll keep you around during practice try-outs… mm, maybe you can show the rest of the Slytherin Cheer Team just what they’re in for once Gryffindor crushes you lot out in the Pitch.”
That’s the moment Daphne breaks. The act dissolves and the dark-haired witch milks Harry of his own release even as she cums quite explosively, moaning wantonly at the thought of strutting around the Common Room wearing only her barbarian’s seed and scent, taunting those silly would-be princesses vying for her throne all while breathing in his musk, the superiority of HER mate obvious. She’d let them get drunk on the smell of that pure, male scent, and the taste of a true breeder’s cum.
It’s too much for her, of course. By the time Harry’s done filling her with his seed, Daphne is half-passed out, her eyes still a fraction of an inch open, but heavily lidded as Harry holds her up to keep her from falling forward onto the locker room floor. He pulls her up and lays her out over a nearby bench, and Daphne just stays where she is, moaning and mewling as she half-consciously touches her own body, Harry’s cream dripping from betwixt her wet, pussy lips.
Laying a deep, passionate kiss on her, Harry then pulls back and gives his Slytherin Princess a kind smile, well-pleased with how she’d felt, wrapped around his cock. But then, Daphne was always a good fuck. Before he can do anything else however, Harry finds himself tackled from the side by Katie, brought to the ground as his Vice-Captain lands atop him with a cheery laugh. Harry laughs as well, even as his hands instinctively go to her waist. The blonde witch licks her lips as she hot dogs his cock with her ass, rubbing it up and down as she undulates her hips back and forth.
For a moment, Harry almost reacts more aggressively, but after everything, he’s quite confident that Katie isn’t trying to take control. The girl knows already what he did to Angelina. So instead, he lies back and relaxes, allowing her to moan as she humps his dick, her hands rubbing against her muscular pecs.
“Mm, Captain… if I’d ever realized you this was what you needed to unwind and have some fun, I’d have joined you in the shower the day after you were announced as a competitor in the Tri-Wizard Tournament.”
Glancing back over her shoulder, Katie gives Harry’s three ‘cheerleaders’ a wide, open smile. Her words come from the heart, earnest and upbeat.
“Thanks for making him happy, girls.”
Daphne is still recovering, but even she manages to give a lazy thumbs-up. Meanwhile, Hermione and Lavender look up from a much tormented and teased Alicia with surprise on their faces, visibly touched by Katie’s words. Eventually, it’s Hermione that says what they’re all thinking, the bookish brunette licking her lips as she calls out to Harry.
“Harry… nail her, nice and hard. Fuck her like she’s us.”
From his spot on the floor, Harry chuckles even as Katie, despite her playfulness and her outward confidence, still blushes at Hermione’s words. Giving the brunette witch a nod, Harry grins.
“Sure thing, love.”
Then, turning his attention towards Katie, he begins to circle her hips with his thumbs, rubbing the pads into her pale, smooth flesh.
“You know Katie… you’ll always have a place with me.”
Katie’s blush goes redder still… and the comments from the peanut gallery don’t help either.
“Damn right!”
“Hmph, I suppose even a barbaric wizard warlord needs a dependable bodyguard…”
“I guess that makes three blondes now! Harry has a fetish~”
Hermione, Daphne, and Lavender… Katie is barely able to contain her embarrassment and her pride at all the damned approval from Harry’s women. She’s never felt lighter, but also never felt more… exposed? Curling in, Katie hides her face in Harry’s chest, both to hide the pinpricks of watery joy forming in her eyes, and her atomic blush. Of course, that’s something that Harry is more than willing to take advantage of.
With a grunt, the well-built wizard easily gets up off the ground with Katie still in his grasp. His hands shift from her hips to her ass, and he lifts her up with surprising ease as he begins to walk her across the locker room. They end up against the wall of the shower as Harry holds her there and pulls back just enough for his cock to stop hot dogging her ass, and instead press against her ready-and-waiting cunt. And boy is she ready and waiting. Katie’s been waiting for this moment for hours now, as it is… and she’s all too happy to begin.
So is Harry, thankfully. He thrusts into her, even as Hermione and Lavender go back to playing with Alicia. Daphne lays sprawled out on her bench, slowly recovering and watching the debauchery all around her as she plays with herself. But in the end, Katie only has eyes for one person, one very specific man. Staring into Harry’s green irises, the female Gryffindor moans wantonly and loudly as his cock sinks into her, inch after inch.
He buries himself inside of her, and as soon as he hits her cervix, he pulls back to do it again. Katie experiences the behemoth of a bitch-breaker first hand and considering she’s not much of a haughty bitch at all, it doesn’t take much to break HER. Moaning wantonly, the blonde witch soon cums around Harry’s dick, as he batters down the entrance to her womb, over and over again. Her pussy juices slicken the passage and squirt out around Harry’s cock.
It only makes it easier for him of course, her clenching, tightening insides not doing much to stop him or hold him in place for even a single second, in the end. Harry’s massive member finally breaks past her cervix, and at this point Katie has lost count of the number of times he’s thrust into her. Whether it’s the fifteenth pass or the fiftieth, he’s quite suddenly inside of her womb, her most sacred space suddenly wrapped around and squeezing his thick, girthy cockhead.
Katie cries out and climaxes yet again around Harry’s dick, before deciding then and there that she’s not just going to take it like some little spoiled slut. The Slytherin Princess might get away with being bent over and used, but if Katie is going to maintain her position as Harry’s Vice Captain on the Quidditch Pitch she’s going to need to give as good as she gets in the locker room. Groaning, the blonde witch slowly brings herself under control, even as Harry’s cock continues to ravage her insides.
With control comes clarity, and Katie finally reaches out, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck, resting her elbows on his broad, muscular shoulders as she leans in and kisses him heatedly. Their tongues wrestle with one another, and Harry almost immediately has the upper hand, but Katie isn’t the type to just roll over and play dead. She fights back with her tongue, all while pushing back against his invading meat rod with her hips as best she can.
Angelina was definitely the most physically fit of the three Flying Foxes. But Katie was no slacker, and she wasn’t trying to dominate or control Harry like the dark-skinned witch. She’s more than capable of keeping her cool and remaining cognizant, even as Harry brings her to orgasm after orgasm. During one of their times apart as they both take in some much-needed oxygen, Katie looks into Harry’s eyes and grins.
“It’s not just them and us, is it? Not just the three cheerleader sluts and the Flying Foxes that you’ve used this massive club of yours on, is it?”
Harry’s lips curl up, and Katie knows immediately that she’s right.
“Hah! You dog! Mm, tell me… tell me who my amazing Captain has wrapped around his finger?”
Chuckling darkly, Harry just shrugs his shoulders.
“You remember Fleur Delacour?”
Katie definitely did. She wasn’t a lesbian (obviously) but she also didn’t mind a little fun of the female-on-female variety. And Fleur Delacour? Yeah, Katie may or may not have had a few wet dreams involving the Beauxbatons Champion back during the Tri-Wizard Tourney. Harry grins as Katie’s eyes widen in surprise, and he grunts as he speeds up his thrusting a bit.
“And uh… Nymphadora Tonks?”
Oh wow, just barely. They were enough years apart… but Katie knew of the metamorphmagus all the same, having been a first year and then a second year when the other witch was a sixth and then seventh. Still, Katie could easily imagine the things that one could do with a metamorphmagus like Tonks. And the things one could do with a part veela like Fleur…
Laughing and moaning interchangeably, Katie dives in for another deep kiss from Harry, before pulling back to give him a raunchy grin.
“Good on you Cap’n! Defending Hogwarts’ honor like that and taming a shapeshifter to boot! Now… why don’t you stop holding back like we both know you are and REALLY give it to me, yeah?”
Harry’s eyes fill with surprise for a moment before determination overcomes that and he gives her a serious nod. Katie just continues to grin… right up until the point where he does exactly as she’s asked and starts to fuck her much harder and MUCH faster than before. The witch moans wantonly as her entire body shakes with each thrust. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, but even they end up knocked open as Harry pulls back far enough to bury almost every last inch of his cock in her, time and time again.
Finally, the blonde Gryffindor’s cunt milks Harry’s release from him, and his seed fills Katie’s womb even as the same exhaustion that took down Angelina and Daphne begins to fill her being. When Harry’s huge balls stop churning and his load is emptied into her, the young man pulls back and Katie slides down the shower wall to her knees, panting heavily and gazing lazily and lovingly at Harry’s big cock only inches from her face.
Giving it a nice big smooch, Katie looks up into her Captain’s eyes and grins once again.
“Alright Cap’n, you got me… I definitely need to build up my stamina a bit more. You go… have fun with the rest, yeah?”
Harry smirks and nods in agreement, before leaving her there on her knees. As he heads for Hermione, Lavender, and Alicia, Katie crawls over to where Daphne is still watching it all from her bench. Wrapping an arm around the Slytherin ‘Cheer Captain’, Katie gets the dark-haired witch’s attention as she grins and stuffs three fingers into Daphne’s cum-filled cunt.
“Hey, Princess… where do you get off calling Harry barbaric anyways? He’s my Captain… and I think you gotta apologize for the insult, don’t you?”
Daphne blushes at the confident Gryffindor Vice Captain, even as Katie begins to work the exhausted Slytherin over. Tired as she is herself of course, it’s slow… but most definitely pleasurable for both of them.
-x-X-x-
Harry finds himself amused by Katie’s antics, but the majority of his attention is on the trio in the middle of the locker room. At this point, poor Alicia Spinnet is… doing less than stellar. The ‘cheerleaders’ right in front of her are too busy playing with one another for her to get in on the action, and the dark-skinned witch is still tied up and restrained, unable to move much in any direction as she whines and twists and thrashes.
This is the situation that Harry walks into, stepping in and reaching out to grope his girls quite casually as they continue to makeout. They pull apart for Harry though, and both Hermione and Lavender, still half-dressed in their skimpy cheer uniforms and still completely in character, mold their bodies up against Harry’s sides, reaching down to tag-team his massive erection with a hand each, even as Harry leans in and suckles form one of Hermione’s teats.
A whine leaves Alicia’s lips as she squirms all the harder against her bindings.
“Haaarrryyyy!!!”
Grinning wickedly, the powerful young wizard pulls back from Hermione’s chest and lifts a single eyebrow in Alicia’s direction.
“Oh, are you still here? Weren’t you and the others planning on… teaching me something? I suppose you WEREN’T going to teach me how to escape rope bondage, huh?”
Alicia blushes like crazy as her eyes drift to Angelina and Katie both. They really had been shown their place, hadn’t they? Not that she honestly minded it that much. Still, it was incredibly hard for to just watch what was happening in front of her. Hermione and Lavender decide they want a piece of that big, thick meat rod between Harry’s legs, and they descend in unison to their knees to begin wrapping their massive tits around his cock in a double boobjob.
She can only watch… until Harry waves a hand and her bindings unravel, leaving her able to do so much more. However, for Alicia the freedom of movement actually isn’t much freedom at all. Because she knows she should hold herself back. It was easier when she was bound since she was able to strain against her bindings and count on those to hold her back.
Now though… now the poor witch can’t do much but stare, weak-kneed at the sight of those huge tits that had been tantalizing her for over an hour now still not managing to completely smother Harry’s giant cock. In fact, the tip of his dick, less of a tip and more of a massive mushroom head, even now stands out, staring her in the eye almost. How is she supposed to resist an invitation like that?
Diving forward, Alicia finally gives into her lusts, able to grab at Hermione and Lavender’s massive breasts, able to lick and slurp and play with Harry’s thick, hard cock. The dark-skinned witch is practically ravenous as she sexually attacks the trio, playing with every bit of sensitive boob flesh she can get her hands on, worshipping Harry’s cockhead and the first couple of inches of his big, girthy cock.
It was glorious. Utterly glorious. Her eyes are half-rolled back in her head, by the time Harry’s large hand comes down in her hair, gripping tightly and pulling her away from his dick. Alicia’s eyes snap back into place and go wide as she looks up at the amazing wizard, whining profusely for more. But Harry isn’t sympathetic to her ‘plight’, even as he smiles down at her.
“I asked you a question, didn’t I Alicia?”
Blushing deeply at that, Alicia can’t help but be incredibly embarrassed. In truth, she’s ashamed that she ever thought she could possibly teach Harry Potter anything about sex. The young man was a sex GOD as far as she was concerned… and if she wanted more, she’d have to come clean. Licking her lips, Alicia all but blurts out the answer to his earlier question, even as she stares down the barrel of Harry’s truly gigantic dick.
“A-Angelina was going to handle oral and t-titfucks, Katie was going t-to give you her cunt… and I was going to teach you a-anal.”
Alicia hadn’t really been saddled with that last one. She’d been okay with it, when they’d discussed matters beforehand. It wasn’t like she was some sort of freak for anal or anything… she was just the only one of the three who’d experienced it and enjoyed playing around with toys in her ass. In the end, it’d just made sense.
Or it had, before she’d seen the real size of Harry’s cock. As Harry mulls over Alicia’s words, the dark-skinned witch stares at that cock. She tries to imagine it inside of her ass, and even with the little surprise that not a single one of them knows about back there, Alicia doesn’t see how it could possibly ever fit. Harry pulls away from the three of them, and Hermione and Lavender both let out disappointed whines, before practically falling on Alicia.
Even unbound, the Chaser isn’t really in a position to resist the pleasure as the girls drag her deeper into their combined tit flesh, the very same breasts that she’d been desperately trying to get at for over an hour by that point. It’s enough to distract Alicia until she feels Harry’s hands on her perfectly sculpted behind, as the wizard kneels behind her and begins to play with her butt.
Alicia stiffens, but then moans as he pulls apart her ass cheeks and reveals the source of her secret pleasure and shame. There’s a pause, of course there is, and then Harry reaches out and grabs the butt plug currently in Alicia’s back door by its base, twisting it this way and that.
“Really Alicia? I wouldn’t have expected this from you.”
The unspoken insinuation was obvious. He was calling her a tight little butt-slut without actually saying it outright, and while Alicia wanted to dispute it… well, there were two pairs of succulent tits right in her face that kept her from articulating her possession in a coherent, eloquent manner. Instead, all she could do was moan and groan in equal parts pleasure and embarrassment, all while shaking her ass back and forth.
Harry plays with her butt plug for a minute or two more before he finally pulls it free of her clean, lubed up ass. She’s nice and slick when he replaces the toy with his throbbing, pulsating cockhead a moment later, but while she is loose and ready for penetration, Harry’s cock is like a bludger’s bat, and even buried in between Hermione and Lavender’s tits, the dark-skinned Chaser can’t help but be nervous.
But to her surprise, and ultimately her further pleasure, Harry is slow and gentle with her butt. There’s none of the fast, brutal, rough pace that he took with both Daphne and Katie. Those were the two that he’d fucked in front of her anyways, though Alicia’s imagination had gone rampant with just how hard he must have fucked Angelina to lay out the delicious Nubian Goddess as he had.
Still, Harry works his way into her back door carefully, and Alicia finds herself all the more embarrassed, and quite shocked as well, when she cums from the pressure and pleasure while he’s only halfway inside of her. Harry grunts at the tightening of her butt muscles, but he continues on nonetheless, until every last inch of his cock is inside of her lubed up back door.
Then, he begins to fuck her. Alicia isn’t ready for it, but not in any painful sort of way. She’s not ready for it to feel so GOOD. Even the anal that she’d experienced before now doesn’t compare to this, regardless of if she had fun with it or not. As orgasm after orgasm wracks her body, the dark-skinned witch has an epiphany, and finds herself forced to confront the truth. She IS an anal slut… a hot, tight little butt-whore. Or at least, she is for HARRY.
Alicia can’t imagine any other man or toy making her feel the way Harry is making her feel. Lost in the pillowy softness of the breasts in her face and the pleasure of her ass being broken in, Alicia can’t help but lose herself in it all, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lulling out of her mouth to slurp this way and that at Hermione and Lavender’s tits interchangeably.
The two ‘cheerleaders’ look on in amusement, and Lavender breaks character to comment idly, a giggle coming from the blonde’s mouth.
“Hehe~ Harry must really like these girls. Why else would he allow us to play with them before he’s even fucked them all?”
Hermione can’t help but nod in agreement, even as she watches Harry fuck Alicia in the ass with one-part jealousy, one-part lust. Glancing to Lavender, she also breaks character to confide in her fellow Gryffindor.
“I actually always thought the Chasers would be Harry’s firsts… I was surprised when I managed to stake that claim. It was good enough to have him as MY first… but this… this has been a long time coming, I imagine.”
Alicia’s whine pulls both girls back from their musings, as she begins to grope and squeeze their titties almost frantically. The dark-skinned witch is being fucked silly, and both Hermione and Lavender enjoy watching that happen live as they always do, cooing softly and pressing gentle kisses all over the Chaser’s sweaty, shaking form as she cums again and again and again.
Unfortunately, Alicia’s strength runs out long before she makes Harry cum. The girl wasn’t expecting to be such a butt-slut. Her resolve breaks and the exhaustion overtakes her before her ass can milk a release from Harry. Seeing this, the wizard pulls out of her with his dick still throbbing almost angrily, and Hermione and Lavender slowly set her down on the floor as she whimpers and mewls in protest, even through her clear exhaustion.
Harry leans in and gives the girl a soft kiss, and she whines one last time before catching his wrist with a weak grip.
“You… you promise t-to come back, okay? M-Make me take it… fill me with your cum, a-alright Harry? Make me i-into another one of your cumdumps…”
Harry smiles down at her and nods amicably, before leaving her where she lays. Alicia lets out a shuddering sigh, and then passes out. Hermione ultimately takes her place, and Harry bounces the bookish brunette ‘Cheer Captain’ up and down on his cock as her boobs bounce and jiggle and she moans wantonly from the penetration finally occurring. Lavender helps of course, pressing up against Hermione’s back and squeezing and playing with the bouncing, jiggling titties to her heart’s content, even as she eggs Hermione on.
“You can do it Cheer Captain! Ride that behemoth to kingdom cum~”
Hermione just moans. Like Alicia, she’s been waiting quite a while for Harry’s cock as well. Unlike Alicia, she’s got more experience with patience, but also more experience with Harry’s dick. This is a double-edged sword in the end, mostly because Hermione’s body has been reshaped and repurposed to be a toy for Harry’s big dick, her insides sculpted by his cock after repeated fuckings to just take him and take him like the horny little slut she is.
She cums again and again around Harry’s massive shaft as the man bounces her up and down on his lap. And in the end, with Alicia’s butt having done a good portion of the work, Hermione milks Harry’s release from him in record time, before crying out quite lewdly and loudly as an explosive orgasm wracks her body at the mere sensation of Harry’s cum pumping up into her womb.
He holds Hermione close, even as she ragdolls a bit in his grasp. His kisses actually revive her, in a rather impressive fashion, and it’s not long before she’s kissing him back and riding his cock once again. Harry doesn’t mind that. Not one bit. All these new women are fine, sure… but Hermione will indeed always be his first.
-x-X-x-
Angelina wakes up to the sounds of Hermione reaching yet another climax on Harry’s cock. Slowly, the woman gets her bearings straight, climbing out of the comfortable conjured chair she’d been sprawled out in and only stumbling once before righting herself. Then, the dark-skinned, well-built witch’s eyes go wide, and her jaw drops open as she looks around the locker room. By Circe’s fucking gigantic knockers, he’d fucked them all.
Alicia is still passed out, but her sweaty, naked appearance is enough to show off just what happened to her. Katie meanwhile, is ravishing Daphne, but Angelina can see Harry’s cum still dripping from the blonde witch from where she’s standing. Lavender seems to be the most cognizant of all of them at this point… except for Harry of course, the young man now staring at her with a casual grin on her face.
Angelina blushes profusely as her hands ball into fists. Right, fine… he’d definitely won Round One. But Angelina had had time to recover, and with that recovery came a return of her confidence.
“So, Potter, are you ready for Round Two?”
All eyes in the locker room turn to her as she crosses her arms under her voluptuous chest, showing off her muscular, toned body without a care in the world. Even now, Harry’s white, hot cum drips from between her dark thighs as Angelina stands with her legs spread slightly, but the witch still manages to radiate supreme confidence, even as Hermione climbs off of Harry’s lap with the wizard’s help, allowing him to stand up with a grin on his face.
“I don’t know. Are you, Johnson?”
Gritting her teeth, Angelina bares them at Harry, not so much a grin as she snarls.
“Round One was a warm-up. It’s time for my cute little seeker to put his money where his mouth is and show me what he can really do.”
Harry takes a step towards her, and Angelina hastens to match him. They end up crashing together in front of everyone, groping and kissing in a dominance struggle that Angelina almost immediately finds herself losing. Her mind might have recovered from Harry’s onslaught in the Captain’s Office, but her body hasn’t. She’s sensitive all over, and her cunt yearns for Harry’s cock, much to Angelina’s chagrin. With everyone watching… she can’t simply lose this quickly, before they’ve even begun, can she?
Pulling away, Angelina adopts a feral grin to cover up her uncertainty.
“If I recall, you promised me the Pitch for our next time.”
Harry pauses and lifts a single brow, as if he can see right through her façade. Then, cocking his head to the side, he simply smiles and nods.
“Very well. Let’s go.”
And like that, they’re all taking a field trip out to the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. Luckily, at this time of day there’s no one else using the place. While Harry’s masculine, naked body and massive cock on full display might have actually added to his reputation more than anything else, for the numerous witches trailing after him, it could only be bad for them to get caught in the open like this. Not that Hermione, Lavender, or Daphne care one lick as they saunter out into the open field that makes up the Quidditch Pitch with a confident sort of sway to their hips.
Katie is a bit more nervous, but also far more excited… and Angelina isn’t trying to be sexy or sensual as she stomps out into the middle of the pitch to meet Harry, completely naked and completely exposed. Instead she’s trying to hide her weakness… which is why words that she’ll ultimately regret end up slipping from her lips as she crosses her arms under her chest again and brags emptily.
“These girls are about to watch me ride and break in a particularly stubborn stallion.”
Harry looks at her with an easy grin. He reaches down between his legs and gives his own cock a couple of pumps, much to Angelina’s chagrin as she has to fight back a blush, and the urge to stare at his crotch.
“No, Captain. They’re here so I don’t get bored.”
The comeback is as brutal as it is quick, and Angelina’s eyes go wide with shock and outrage and a dozen other emotions she doesn’t want to focus on as she tries to calm her rapidly beating heart. Her nostrils flare, while her weakness makes itself all the more known within her… helped along by Daphne, who casually stretches out on the pitch like a posing model, pulling Hermione down with her in the process.
“Granger, tell the silly brute to hurry up and break the amazon. Brown hasn’t even gotten a ride yet.”
Giggling at the mention of her, Lavender flops down atop both Hermione and Daphne, nuzzling the Bookworm and the Princess as she stretches happily.
“Nah, I’m good. This has been the most fun I’ve had in weeks~ Hey Hermione, what’s this I hear about Harry thinking I’m a good girl, eh Miss Lewd Girl?”
Hermione’s eyes widen, and she growls as she reaches over and grabs at Lavender’s fat ass.
“Don’t make me spank you, slut!”
As the three play around, Angelina can’t help but watch them, nostrils continuing to flare. They’re acting more like a conqueror’s queens then cheerleaders at this point. But… But Harry isn’t a conqueror! He hasn’t conquered her yet! He HASN’T! He- So lost in her own self-denial as she is, Angelina barely registers Harry approaching from the front, until he’s holding her close and dominating her mouth with his tongue. His fingers dig into her dark buttocks, and then he lifts her and Angelina instinctively wraps her arms and legs around the wizard’s body as he impales her on his cock, right then and there.
Angelina’s eyes go wide and her tongue sticks straight out of her tongue for a second as her first orgasm hits her. It’s a few moments before she’s able to recover enough to begin trying to fight back. He’s using her like… like a damn cocksleeve! She won’t stand for it! But no matter how much Angelina writhes and struggles, no matter what way the woman tries to take control, Harry’s not letting her. When he’s not crushing his lips against hers and tonguing her mouth, he’s suckling at one of her big, fat ebony tits, leaving her moaning wantonly and crying out with reluctant, overwhelming pleasure as he fucks her standing up in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch.
He’s not only conquering her out in the open, he’s not only dominating her in front of the other women, he’s doing it so… calm and casually.
“This ass is mine, Angelina. And so is this cunt.”
He says that, as he squeezes her buttocks with his thick, powerful fingers. As he plunges into her tight cunt with his massive, behemoth-sized member.
“See these tits, Captain? I’m going to lick and slurp and suck at them whenever the fuck I want.”
Merlin, having him sound so casual, so confident about it… it’s too much for her. Angelina shudders as an orgasm wracks her body, but even still, she tries to keep her defiant tone as she growls out a response.
“S-So… my Star Seeker thinks he’s going to… going to breed his Captain, does he?”
Harry continues to fuck her, bouncing her tight bod up and down on his dick, but his eventual answer nonetheless throws Angelina completely off.
“No.”
Quite suddenly, she finds herself caught in his piercing gaze as he stares at her with those deep, indecipherable green eyes of his. Mouth agape, Angelina can’t find the words to answer him, but Harry elaborates a moment later.
“When you have the Captain Jersey on your back and the Quidditch World Cup in your hands, that’s when I’m going to breed you. When you’ve achieved your wildest dreams, I’ll put my babies inside of you and remind you that you’re MINE, and you always will be.”
Angelina’s breath hitches, and she tenses up even as Harry continues to bounce her on his cock. Another shudder runs through her as a rather calm, yet incredibly poignant orgasm overcomes her last defenses. Biting her lower lip, Angelina’s voice is uncharacteristically soft as she responds with a questioning tone and a single word.
“… P-Promise?”
Smiling at her, Harry reaches up and grabs a fistful of her hair, holding her head in place even as he holds her entire body up with just his massive cock and his other hand.
“I do.”
Then, he’s kissing her again, and this time Angelina finally allows herself to let go. Harry pounds her silly, dominating her in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch, conquering her before both her friends and his lovely slutty bitches. And Angelina doesn’t mind any of it, one bit. They’re two titans, two pinnacles of physical perfection joined together at the crotch, fucking for the entire world to see… but Angelina is no longer fighting back. There’s no more defiance, no more struggle, no more insurmountable force to overcome.
Because that’s what Harry is, and the Nubian Goddess finally understands that. Harry James Potter is insurmountable. He’s overwhelming, he’s immovable. He is worthy of her… in truth, it’s she who should be worried about being worthy of HIM. As he fucks her, Angelina enthusiastically participates, but not in some kind of power play for dominance or anything like that. Their titanic fucking continues with the beautiful dark-skinned witch fully submitting to Harry’s massive, thick cock.
This… this is how it’s meant to be. And she understands her place now. She understands her future. It involves an achievement not many will be able to boast. She’s going to win that cup… and then she’s going to have Harry James Potter’s babies. With that thought running through her head, Angelina orgasms explosively once her, her eyes fluttering as they roll back in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she adopts a purely fucked silly expression right then and there.
Even still, Harry keeps on fucking her and using her… and Angelina wouldn’t have it any other way.
-x-X-x-
Later that night, Harry lets out a surprisingly tired sigh. It’s been a long day, and while he’s not quite as exhausted as he tended to leave the Flying Foxes and his girls, he’s still pretty beat. Perfect mood to curl up with his delicious beautiful witches. Lying back, Harry isn’t quite surprised when all three of them step into the room wearing lingerie. Hermione in red, Lavender in gold, and Daphne in green.
He is a bit surprised by the atmosphere though, as the three of them move in slowly, rather than quickly. There’s no overt fighting over his cock, not outright competition between his bookworm and his conquered princess. Hermione’s lips gently caress his, and Harry kisses her back just as gently. Daphne nibbles at his throat, not even raising a fuss over Hermione stealing his lips. Meanwhile, Lavender sinks herself down on his cock reverse-cowgirl and begins to ride him slowly, sensually, moaning wantonly and enjoying every last second of it.
The three aren’t putting on a show this go around. It’s not about the bimbo, the princess, or the bookworm tonight. The competition between Daphne and Hermione is still there, but its subtle and in no way heated. When Hermione and Harry part for air, Daphne is quick but gentle in turning Harry towards her waiting breasts, pressing a nipple to his mouth. Hermione sighs in disappointments and flicks Daphne’s other tit childishly, but she doesn’t throw a fit or try to take Harry’s attention back. Instead, the brunette witch takes Daphne’s place on Harry’s neck, mapping out both it and his muscular chest with her tongue.
Lavender, the only one that hadn’t gotten fucked earlier at the Pitch or in the locker room, simply rides Harry slowly and sensually, like a concubine pleasuring her master, rather than a whore seeking to get a man off. The trio of girls are playing at queens even now, each of them equal in stature for this moment, welcoming their conquering king back home after a long day of complete and utter domination. Watching Harry absolutely wreck the Flying Foxes had been both a pleasurable and eye-opening experience for Hermione and Daphne in particular.
Competition was fun… roleplay was even more fun… but in the end, Harry was King. He was in charge, he was in control. They were all his, when it truly came down to it. And not a single one of them minded that one bit. How could they, honestly? He took such good care of them~
-x-X-x-
Fleur bites her lower lip as she stares at the moving photos in her hands. Magic… magic was superb. The veela rests in a very relaxing, very hot bubble bath, and she stares at the evidence of just how virile her new mate is. Of course, Fleur had already known how virile the young, studly wizard was. She’d seen the pictures before these. She’d experienced it for herself by this point.
Harry was a monster with that massive cock of his. He was also a loving, caring, kind wizard. A good man. And Fleur loved him with all of her heart. Mm, but love wasn’t what the veela was thinking of in that moment. Oh no, Fleur’s thoughts had already turned towards pure, unadulterated lust. To be fair though, she’d been aroused for a while now, in no small part thanks to Tonks.
Grinning raunchily, the blonde veela looks to the letter that the moving pictures had come with. She skims most of what Hermione’s written, before reaching the bottom where the bookish brunette witch has attached the date of the next Hogsmeade weekend to the letter. Now THAT had potential. How could Fleur do anything BUT get ready to meet with her beloved mate once again?
Shuddering at the thought of all that Harry could do to her… mm, oh yes, she’s excited and extremely interested in attending. Fleur sets aside both the pictures and the letter for a moment. One hand comes up to her chest, where she gropes and kneads her soft, sensitive tit flesh. The other moves down between her legs and she grabs a fistful of the vibrant, purple hair that sits atop the head betwixt her thighs. Tonks’ tongue slides deep inside of her cunt as the metamorphmagus eagerly eats her out underwater.
Ah, but then Tonks doesn’t have much choice right now, hogtied on the floor of the bathtub as she was. That was fine though, magic ensured that the witch didn’t run out of breath anytime soon. Moaning wantonly, Fleur begins to finally move in time with Tonks’ ministrations, her hips undulating up into the other woman’s tongue as she humps Tonks’ face.
In turn, Tonks increases her pace, sensing that Fleur is looking to finish up. In no time at all, the veela is squirting her pussy juices out into the bathwater, coating Tonks’ face but not for long as the liquid that the metamorphmagus is submerged in washes it all away. Letting out a shuddering breath, Fleur finally pulls Tonks out from beneath the bubbly water, letting the witch break through the bath’s surface for the first time in over an hour.
Panting heavily, flustered and aroused as all hell, Tonks bites her lower lip as she looks into Fleur’s grinning face.
“So… have I made up for all that teasing yet?”
For a moment, Fleur just regards her lover in silence. Neither of them can be with Harry twenty-four seven, which in the end means that all they have is each other. Of course, before Fleur had finally been… initiated into the ‘harem’ that Harry was building, unconsciously or otherwise, Tonks had been quite rude in teasing the poor veela with all those pictures and noises.
Thus, the veela had been in the perfect position to demand a very lewd sort of ‘apology’ from her metamorphmagus housemate, and now here they were, with Tonks happily submitting to Fleur’s depravations, just to take the edge off until they could both see Harry again. Fleur stays quiet for a moment longer as she stares at the squirming metamorphmagus… and then she chuckles and grabs her wand, releasing Tonks from her bonds.
The witch gasps as she pulls her body out of the position that Fleur had put her in, rubbing at her wrists and groaning as she works out the kink in her spine.
“T-Thanks Fleur… so… I’m assuming Hermione’s latest contains good news?”
Fleur glances towards the letter and the photos and waves a hand lazily. Tonks takes the invitation to check both out, eyes going wide as she whistles appreciatively at all the Quidditch fun contained within.
“Oh my god, those girls are so damn lucky to just be able to play with Harry like that, day in and day out… you know, when I went to Hogwarts, I was one of Hufflepuff’s best Chasers…”
Fleur blinks in surprise at that.
“… Do you still have your uniform?”
Tonks furrows her brow and considers, before grinning wickedly.
“Oh… Oh I think I do.”
Grinning just as wickedly, Fleur begins to stand as Tonks does the same.
“Then I think it is time we begin packing… and you break out that special outfit for our visit to Hogsmeade.”
Tonks chuckles and nods, before frowning slightly.
“… You know its not for another three days though, right?”
Fleur lets out a sigh as she grabs a towel and begins to dry off.
“I was trying to ignore that bit.”
Easily able to understand that, Tonks grabs her own towel to get herself clean.
“Sorry. Still, what’re we going to do to kill time?”
The look Fleur gives her at such a silly question actually makes Tonks feel a bit embarrassed as she coughs and blushes, clearing her throat.
“I meant, what specifically are we going to do to kill time? Obviously, it’ll involve sex.”
With that clarification, Fleur gets a considering look on her face for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders.
“I suppose once we are finished packing for the trip, I will give you your turn on top. You’ve more than made up for the initial teasing by this point. Just be advised that I shall give as good as I get from you. Only Harry truly owns me.”
Tonks’ eyes light up at that, and her hair cycles through a dozen bright colors as she begins to make her way to the door at a hurried pace. Just as she’s passing through the threshold, she throws back a correction to Fleur, over her shoulders.
“Owns us, you mean!”
The veela just chuckles at her female lover’s silly antics, before making her way from the bathroom at a more languid, casual pace. It would be a long three days… but she was interested to see what Tonks came up with in order to pass the time. She was… excited, even.
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CC100
Fantastic! You even outdid the last chapter
