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A Sexy Godmother (Harry Potter) [RELEASED]
🕑 Added 2018-05-18 19:00:00 +0000 UTC Weekly Prompt Poll WinnerThemes: Needy, Desperate, Breeding, Primal Urges
Summary: An AU where Sirius Black is Cassi Black, named so after one of her great aunts. And after getting out of prison, Cassi Black has a bit of an issue. Namely, the difficulty of differentiating between her godson and her dead and buried best mate. She and James had such the relationship, before James fell in love with Lily. Perhaps Harry would be willing to engage in the same?
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It started out with overly affection hugs, and pecks on the cheek. But then, Harry had not had much in the way of affection growing up, so he sort of just let it happen. Except… well, he tried his damnedest to avoid giving it away, but it was difficult. Harry wasn’t a shallow wizard by any stretch of the imagination, but he was a growing young man, and like any teenager, it was difficult for him to hide his emotions.
Specifically regarding his godmother. Ever since his third year, Harry had shared a special connection with one Cassiopeia Black. She preferred to be called Cassi, and he gladly used the nickname, as it felt like he was even closer to her that way. Through his fourth year and the Triwizard Tournament, Cassi Black was a rock for him, someone he could talk to via floo at all times of day. She was eager to do so, eager to be there for him.
However, when they started spending more time together in person, Cassi’s years in Azkaban began to truly show. It was difficult, because Harry didn’t want to be judgmental, nor did he want to push the only connection to his father that he had away. But Cassi wasn’t just hard to look at, she was hard to be around. Many of the Order would barely interact with her, and when she wasn’t looking, they’d stare at her in disgust and pity.
Harry had even heard a few conversations about how far she’d fallen. It only made him more inclined to try and connect with his godmother. Just… well, he wasn’t always able to hide his own reactions to her appearance, to her smell, to the tangents her mind sometimes went off on. Put simply, Cassi Black was a broken woman in more ways than one, and Harry, as hard as he might try, wasn’t in a position to care for such a woman, wasn’t in a position where he could fix her.
She noticed how he sometimes acted around her, despite how hard Harry tried to hide it. She noticed, and she withdrew from him in many ways. It hurt, but Harry didn’t know how to push the issue. And for a time, he wasn’t sure what to do. However, his godmother didn’t retreat and sulk or anything like that, instead she began to change, right before his eyes.
Over days that in turn became weeks, Cassi Black went from wasted away Azkaban Escapee to a recovered convict, as more and more of the older witch’s natural beauty began to shine through. Her wild, untamed hair slowly became straighter and softer, and the black of it began to gleam and shine in the light. Her gaunt appearance filled in, and her smiles became less macabre and skeletal, and more radiant and shimmering.
The Order watched on in surprise as this happened, rumors abounding until finally, one night, Dumbledore stood up at dinner and made the announcement, a proud Cassi sitting tall in her seat. According to the old wizard, Harry’s godmother had seen fit to place herself on an extremely taxing regimen to recover what she’d lost in the decade plus that she’d been trapped in Azkaban.
Without magic, recovery might very well have been impossible, or at the very least would have taken years. But with the right potions and the right spells, all things were possible. Dumbledore spun it in such a way to make it seem like Cassi had done this for the good of all of them, for the good of the Order, so that she could better participate in the battle against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. But the entire time the aged wizard spoke, Cassi had eyes for only Harry.
And Harry in turn found himself staring at his beloved godmother in a new light, thoroughly in awe of the beautiful witch’s resilience and inner fire. When Cassi offered him a smile at that dinner table, Harry smiled back, shyly. From then on, things went back to the way they were before… except different. Harry no longer instinctively shied away from his godmother when the beautiful woman went in for hugs and kisses.
In fact, he grew to quite enjoy them as Cassi in turn got more and more affectionate with him. Pecks on the forehead or cheek turned into pecks on the lips, and hugs grew longer as Harry became very aware of how full Cassi’s breasts were becoming, the witch recovering even more after Dumbledore’s announcement, to the point that several male members, many of them younger than her, were giving her appreciative side glances.
Harry wasn’t sure why, but it made him feel overly protective. And that in turn seemed to make Cassi absurdly happy. In the end, their relationship only developed further. Until one night…
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When he wakes up, it’s to the feeling of lips and tongue and a hot wet mouth around his cock. Harry stiffens at the strange sensation, his eyes wide as he lays there in bed, staring up at the ceiling of his room. Slowly, his gaze tracks down to where a lump that clearly represented a person kneels between his legs, continuing to bob up and down on his cock. Luckily, he’s got a room all to himself these days, so there’s no one like Ron to wake up… but still, this is more than a bit much!
Throwing back his covers, Harry unmasks the culprit right then and there, only to gape in shock as a pair of familiar grey eyes stare back at him. Full, plump lips suction down hard on Harry’s member, and he lets out a partially stifled groan at the amazing sensation of his godmother sucking on his cock.
“C-Cassi… what are you doing?!”
His words are a whisper, but about as loud as a whisper can be. He stares down at the older witch, realizing belatedly that not only is she sucking his cock, she’s also naked. As such, her rejuvenated body is on partial display from his current position, and at the very least Harry can make out her breasts, bouncing and jiggling beneath her as she blows him. The sight leaves Harry blushing up a storm, though in all fairness, he was already pretty damn flustered by the entire situation to begin with.
All the same, he doesn’t stop Cassi from doing what she’s doing. He doesn’t reach down and pull her off his dick. Instead, the young wizard waits, finding himself panting and breathing unevenly as the beautiful Black witch works her magic with her tongue and lips, all the while staring up into his eyes.
“F-Fuck… gonna… gonna cum soon.”
Rather than see her pulling back as Harry expects, this news only serves to goad Cassi on, much to his shock. But not his dismay. Harry can’t exactly be upset when it feels so damn good. The beautiful witch redoubles her efforts, and it’s not long before Harry’s eyes cross as he cums in a woman’s mouth for the first time in his life, a louder groan than before leaving his lips, all while his seed pumps past Cassi’s.
Cassi Black drinks every last drop of her godson’s seed, and when he’s finished, she pulls off of his cock with a pop, bringing up both hands to stroke and massage his softening member in place of her mouth, even as she sits up in the bed now that her cover has been torn away. Blushing a little herself, the older witch looks at Harry with a hesitant smile on her face.
“Do you like?”
He did… he liked it a lot. Especially now that he was getting a full view of Cassi’s breasts, framed by her arms as she squeezed them together inadvertently while stroking at his cock with both hands. But that didn’t make this right.
“Cassi…”
The problem is, Harry is a young wizard. He doesn’t always know what’s right or wrong. And he has no idea how to tell her godmother that they can’t do this. Cassi’s smile turns coy as she leans forward, crawling over him all while keeping one hand on his cock at all times.
“Harry… I want… I want to show you how much I love you. I want to show you the pleasures of being a woman. A-And most of all… I want to be your first.”
She speaks breathlessly, seductively… and Harry has never been more erect. Seriously, he’s already hard again, painfully so, just after Cassi got done drinking his seed. Working his jaw, the young man considers what she’s saying. He’s just so unsure of all of this… but he can’t bring himself to say no. And in fact, the more he thinks about it, the more he wants his sexy, beautiful godmother to be his first as well.
Is that wrong? If it is, Harry doesn’t want to be right. Not this time.
“O-Okay…”
Cassi blinks, as if half-expecting rejection. Then, she graces Harry with one of her radiant smiles again, beaming at him in a way that causes the young wizard’s heart to flutter. Of course, a moment later he can’t see her radiant smile anymore because she’s spun around and is arranging herself on her hands and knees. Once she’s in position, Cassi looks back over her shoulder and wiggles her shapely behind and glistening wet cunt back towards Harry.
“G-Go on then, Harry. Go ahead… take me.”
Some part of him had thought he could remain a sort of observer to this whole thing. Some part of him expected Cassi to take the lead and to keep control and to show him how it was done. But now the Black woman is on her hands and knees, asking him to fuck her, to take her like she is. Slowly, Harry crawls up onto his knees as well.
His hard cock swings back and forth, even as he crawls forward until he’s right before Cassi’s ass. Licking his lips as his godmother looks on with anticipation in her eyes and an encouraging smile on her lips, Harry grabs hold of Cassi’s hip with one hand, and his cock with the other. He’s never done this before, of course. He’s a virgin, put plainly.
But hell, it can’t be too hard, right? Insert tab D into slot V? Grimacing rather than laughing at his own internal attempt at humor, Harry pushes his cock forward, the tip of his member brushing against Cassi’s wet pussy lips. The older witch moans and pushes backwards. In a moment, the first few inches of Harry’s length are swallowed up by a hot, wet, velvety hole.
The young wizard lets out a shuddering breath and pushes onwards as the pleasure continues to build and build and build. Cassi is unbelievably tight, but then even if Harry doesn’t realize why, it makes sense. She’s been on a potion regimen for weeks now, and though her body hasn’t been reset so far back that she’s grown a new hymen or anything, the older witch is as close to virginal as one can get at her age.
Thus, Harry’s first time is in a hot, squeezing cunt as he finds himself truly beginning to let loose. Of course, it doesn’t help that Cassi eggs him on.
“Ooh, just like that, H-Harry. Just like that. F-Fuck me Harry, fuck me harder. Just like James used to… M-Merlin yes…”
That was more about his father than Harry ever needed to know. But in a way, it served to spur him forward. He growled at the mention of his dad, some primal part of him wanting to see Cassi forget all about any previous lover and recognize him and only him as the man currently fucking her. Reaching out, Harry grabs a fistful of the older witch’s recovered hair and pulls.
Cassi squeals as he begins to fuck her a lot harder, all while forcing her back to arch with his grip on her hair. One hand laces through her black locks as she moans for more, while the other rests on her hip, once in a while rising up to come back down for a resounding smack as he thrusts into her from behind. It doesn’t take long for Harry to find his rhythm, and once he does, Cassi isn’t talking about his father anymore.
But then, by that point the witch isn’t talking much at all. As they fuck, rough and savage in the way they go at it, Cassi’s vocalization of her need and her desires turns more animalistic. Harry is reminded of the fact that his godmother is a dog animagus, solely by the whining he hears from her throat as he continues to rail into her tight, clenching cunt from behind.
No wonder she wanted him to fuck her doggystyle… still, that doesn’t turn Harry away, nor does it do anything to dampen his arousal. If anything, it only turns him on more as he increases the pace at which he fucks the witch… the bitch that rests beneath him. Cassi in turn claws at the bed, practically howling her enjoyment of his cock into the air before her, even as her tits bounce and jiggle, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth rather obscenely.
This is the look on Cassi’s face when Harry finally cums inside of his godmother. This time, he doesn’t give warning. He doesn’t even consider pulling out of her. In the end, it just feels right to pump his seed deep into the older woman, filling the Black witch’s womb with a nice, thick load of his hot, sticky cum. And once he’s done, he falls forward, causing Cassi to collapse under him as he pants heavily, still lodged deep inside of her.
A bit of maneuvering later, and the two of them are cuddling on the bed, holding each other close and running their hands over one another’s bodies. Cassi smiles at Harry, and Harry finds himself smiling back as he reiterates his earlier thoughts in the safety of his own mind.
If this is wrong, he doesn’t want to be right.
Comments
Slowchoke
Awesome I didn't really know how I wanted this to turn out when I requested the prompt but I love what you weaved this into theres a reason your my favorite nsfw writer.
