Horny Witches Bonus Chapter (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Chapter: 2.5? Patreon Exclusive Bonus Chapter~!

“Harry, wake up, darling~!”

Harry’s eyes slipped open, seeing the bright, shining smile of Ginny. She leaned down to smooch his lips, “C’mon, Harry, we’re going to be late!”

“Late?” He asked, confused.

Ginny grinned, “To catch the train! We’re going to Hogwarts, remember?”

Hogwarts? What? The train wasn’t coming until next week.

“Woah, Ginny..!” Harry’s eyes shot open. Ginny was wearing a skimpy black nightie that cupped her huge, freckled boobs with transparent silk. He could see her soft, pink nipples capping those delicious milky orbs. Even more eye-catching than that, was the way it split beneath her breasts, showing off her naked belly and navel.

Her belly, which was now protruding in a round little baby bump, maybe the size of a basketball.

“W-what..?” Harry had a strange sense of confusion.

“Heheh,” Ginny smiled brightly, rubbing her pregnant belly with happiness, “Amazing, isn’t it? I’m really growing quickly~! I can’t wait till I’m due…” She said wistfully.

“How is this possible?” Harry wondered, reaching out to touch her belly curiously. He’d first cum inside Ginny maybe a week ago. There was no way she’d ever be showing such quick signs of pregnancy. Not even the lewd sex-based magic he’d found in the Black Library could make her grow this quickly!

That was the first major sign Harry had today that things were… strange.

“I don’t need to explain that to you, stud,” Ginny winked at him with a playful laugh, reaching down to grab his cock, stiff with morning wood, “Now hurry up and come down! We need to eat breakfast so we can get to Platform nine and three-quarters!” She spun on her heel and rushed out the door, her soft tush bouncing under her transparent nightie.

“Wait, Gin!” Harry shouted with surprise, “You’re not going downstairs dressed like that… are… you?” She was already gone. He heard her feet bouncing down the steps.

Quickly he threw off the sheets and rushed downstairs after her. Sure, he hadn’t exactly been SUBTLE about railing the youngest Weasly into the bedframe day in and day out… but he hadn’t planned to throw it in their faces like that.

“Good morning, dearie!” Molly Weasley greeted him with a big, dimpled grin, “Breakfast?”

His jaw fell open. Molly’s plump, MILF body was squeezed snugly in the front by her usual green apron… but she wore nothing beneath. Her mouthwatering, heavy breasts stretched the front obscenely, with two great slices of her giant breasts bursting out from the sides. It was tied tight around her slender waist, but her wide, child-bearing hips peeked out from the sides. The bottom barely covered her crotch, letting him see plenty of her thick, squishy thighs.

She held a spatula in one hand, and licked cream from the other as she looked at him, “Hungry, dear?” Her eyes trailed down, and her grin stretched wider, “Oh my..! What a wonderful sight to start my day with..!”

“Huh?” Harry looked down, staring at his own muscular chest and the thick, throbbing pillar of meat jutting out from his groin. He’d run down here naked?!

Ding!

“Oh..!” Perfectly timed, Molly heard the oven go off. Then she turned around, flashing him a full view of the giant, wobbling cheeks of her fat ass. She bent over at the waist, thrusting her giant, plush booty out behind her. Glimpsing between those soft, heavenly cheeks, he saw a delicate pink slit between her thick thighs.

“W-what the hell..!” Harry wondered if the subtle teasing he’d been giving the utterly STACKED MILF had finally gotten to her, and she decided to go all out this morning, to get him to fuck her before running off to Hogwarts.

It never occurred to him that her oven was likely not electric, and wouldn’t have a timer or bell to ‘go off’ in the first place.

“Damn, mum..!” Ginny suddenly popped up beside her, “You're gonna drive Harry crazy with this ass!” Ginny clapped her hands down on Molly’s plump rear, making a loud smack.

“O-Oh..!” Molly squeaked as her giant asscheek wobbled from the blow. Ginny’s fingers looked so small in comparison, digging into the cushiony fat as she grabbed and jiggled it in her hand.

Then she leaned over, flashing Harry a bright grin as she grabbed both of her mother’s fat asscheeks and peeled them apart, showing every inch of Molly’s tender lower lips and pink asshole, “C’mon Harry, I’ve waited long enough! You know I’ve always wanted a little sister! Why don’t you give Mum a baby before we go off to school?”

Molly peered over her shoulder, red-faced, and quietly shook her rear, “W-well… That t-thick cock of yours does look mighty STIFF dear… I-I wouldn’t mind helping you… relieve yourself, dearie..!”

“Holy fuck..!” Harry groaned, fisting his huge cock as he walked up to Molly’s huge caboose. He got a firm squeeze of those glorious cheeks, palming them in his hands and giving them a few firm, satisfying smacks. Ginny and Hermione’s butts jiggled like magic, but Molly was in another league!

Before he knew it, he was dipping his stick into Molly’s welcoming hole. The mature, quivering walls of the MILF sucked his cock in with one wet slrrrrp~!

Her snug warmth felt like heaven, embracing his huge cock from all sides in a tight hug.

“Oooooh~!” Molly groaned with satisfaction, “T-that’s it baby..! Go ahead and use my dirty cunt all you like..! I know how hard strong, virile boys like you get in the morning..! You need a mother’s touch, dear!”

“Heheh,” Ginny giggled cutely, having fun as she looked up at him, “That’s right, Mum~! Go on, Harry! Fuck my mother’s frustrated, MILF pussy! She hasn’t had sex in ages, and she’s never had a proper fuck! Give her a nice big creampie so she can have a preggo belly like mine!”

With Molly’s shocking dirty talk and her own daughter egging him onto fucking a baby into her womb. Made all the more stimulating by the way Ginny pulled her mother’s thick asscheeks apart to watch her boyfriend jam his dick inside.

Harry shoved his thick cock in as far as he could, firmly planting his hips against Molly’s rear.

“God, you’re TIGHT, Molly..!” Harry groaned, and slapped her ass with his palm, “How’s a MILF that has seven kids this tight..?”

“Mmngh..!” Molly grinned, moaning as she felt him stretch her depths, “E-eighteen years of neglect, sweetie..! N-now don’t hold back, dear. Start swinging those hips for me..!”

“You got it..!” Harry grunted as he started clapping the MILFs cheeks.

“Ngh..!”

“Oooh~! Ooooooh~! Oh, that’s nice, dear..!” Molly gasped with pleasure, clutching the counter with both hands. Her massive, heavy breasts swung forward like a pendulum, nearly bursting from her tight apron before clapping back onto her chest.

“Heh, I was wondering what that loud grunting was…” Harry heard Hermione from behind. He felt her soft boobs pancake against his naked chest, as a perverted hand started groping his tight, muscular ass, “You guys are mean, starting without me.” She said playfully in his ear while she kissed his cheek.

“Oh~ Breakfast!” Hermione walked past to grab a slice of bacon while he railed Mrs Weasley over the kitchen counter.

“Hermione..!” Harry gasped, seeing her bare ass strut past him. As she turned, munching on a slice of bacon, she tilted her head curiously. Her slender belly had also ballooned outward with the round shape of early pregnancy.

She cradled one hand on her baby bump, uncaring of the way her naked tits hung out, “What?” She chewed on bacon.

“S-shouldn’t you put on clothes?” Harry tried to stay focused, but the gripping pussy and moaning voice of Molly Weasley was too distracting. He slammed his hips against the vast cushion of her plump bottom, trying to fuck his way to her womb by battering her cervix with his cockhead.

“Why?” Hermione looked at him strangely, “We’re all just gonna fuck anyway, right? I don’t want you tearing off ANOTHER pair of knickers. I’m running low!”

“Heh, that’s why I’m not wearing any~!” Ginny winked, “Now hurry up, Harry. I wanna see Mummy get BRED!” She dropped below and crawled beneath them. He felt a pair of hot lips and tongue start to lap at his heavy-swinging balls.

“Oh hell..!” Harry slammed his hips harder into the clenching pussy, balls churning up fresh fertile cum, “Fuck it all! You want to get bred so badly, Mrs Weasly, then take it!” He roared as he pumped her womb full of cum.

“Ooooh yeeees..!” Molly squealed with delight, her buxom body quivering with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as she grinned widely, “That’s it, baby..! Give me another daughter~!”

“Yay!” Ginny smiled happily, kissing his balls sweetly, “Good job~!” She said as she smooched them, “Thanks for breeding Mum~!”

Harry huffed as he drew his fat prick out of Molly’s quivering cunt, followed by a thick stream of semen.

“Whew!” Molly grinned with a flush face, “What a work out! Mm… With THAT much hot baby batter in my womb, I feel pregnant already!” She said with a light laugh.

“Heheh~!” Ginny slurped loudly beneath, and he peered down between Molly’s quivering, thick thighs to see her freckled face doused in cum and juices. She licked her wet lips, “Mum~ You squirted all over my face!”

“S-sorry Ginny dear…” Molly said through haggard breaths.

“It’s okay!” She said lightly, licking her fingers clean, “You taste delicious!” She gave her mother a cute kiss on her lower lips.

“Oh! T-thank you, sweetie…” Molly’s legs quivered.

Hermione offered him a slice of bacon, “Breakfast Harry?”

He took a bite of it. As usual, Molly’s food was the best.

Hermione pulled him over to the table and sat him down, scooting a chair right up next to him so she could cuddle their naked bodies together. He rubbed her pregnant belly as she fed him more bacon.

There was a strange feeling that just wouldn’t go away. It was like he was forgetting something, but he just couldn’t place it.

Ginny sat on his other side, happily digging into scrambled eggs and bacon, “Oops~!” She said as grease spilled onto her tits, sliding down into her cleavage. She fished it out with a finger and licked it clean, before going right back to eating.

The other half-dozen seats at the table were empty.

It clicked. Where were the boys?! He felt a sudden sense of urgency like he needed to cover Hermione and Ginny’s exposed bodies, and hide the evidence of his affair with Molly before…

“Oh!” Molly suddenly jumped. He looked over at her, “Sorry dearies! I forgot your drinks!”

She walked over, fresh cum dripping down her yummy thighs, and set a plate with three teacups on the table.

He looked at the stove. There was no kettle. Did she forget the tea?

Molly smiled meaningfully at him. Then she dipped her hands into her naked apron, fishing out the massive globes of her breasts. He got his first look at her puffy, dark nipples as she bent over the table and grabbed her plump nipples with her finger and thump.

“Mmmnnngh..!” She let out an erotic noise as she tugged on her nipples, and creamy milk squirted out into the teacups. She milked herself like a dairy cow, spraying from her huge udders into their morning teacups.

“There..”! She said with a satisfied sigh. Then she grinned brightly at him and set one cup in front of each of them, “Here you go, dears~! Enjoy~!”

“Mm~!” Ginny drank greedily, and patted her Mum’s leaking teat, “Thanks Mum, I love your milk!” She grinned, her lips stained with a milk-stache from her own mother’s breast milk.

“It’s delicious. Thank you, Mrs Weasley.” Hermione said politely as she sipped on breast milk.

Harry raised his cup, filled with erotic curiosity. It was certainly delicious… but tasted like milk, “Thank you, Mrs Weasley.” He smiled.

“Oh, stop that, dear.” Molly playfully slapped his firm, muscular arm, “You’ve just knocked me up, dear! At least call me Molly~!”

He grinned, “Sorry, Molly.”

“Better!” She smiled at him, her naked breasts still hanging out of her apron, leaking with milk. His cum stained her plush thighs.

Harry forgot all about the other Weasleys, and never again wondered why they weren’t at breakfast.

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Harry wore a smile as he walked through the floo flames and onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. His step never faltered as he walked through, his busty girlfriends on either arm. Hermione and Ginny were already dressed up in their school uniforms, but they looked a little different than he remembered.

Their skirts were so short that he could see their thick, bouncy asscheeks from behind, while it seemed they’d lost their blazers entirely. Their tops were just covered by white button-up undershirts. Instead of wearing them properly, like good modest witches, the two girls tied them into a knot below their expansive bosoms, leaving the swell of their pregnant bellies out in the open.

They’d forgotten the top buttons, too, letting their vast cleavage bounce about freely. Thankfully, they remembered their ties, nestling them securely in the tight confines of their boobies. Harry was glad they remembered that. At least they’d be recognized as Hogwarts students now, not just some random sluts.

“Woah.” Harry gasped, “Did the uniform policy change over summer?” Harry questioned as he got his first look at the platform. There were busty girls all over the place, dressed in uniforms just like theirs. He spotted fat-assed seventh-years squeezed into skirts way too small, bending over to flash their huge butts while they reached for their suitcases and bookbags.

He didn’t notice it at the time, but there was not a single other man on the platform. Not a teacher, student, nor parent.

“What do you mean, Harry?” Hermione questioned him with confusion, “Does something look different?” She peered down at her own cleavage, fingering the edge of her tiny skirt.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Then he looked back across the platform.

He saw a few busty MILFs fretting over their daughters, straightening their ties and making sure they were snuggled nice and deep into their daughter’s boobs. One mother even caught her daughter with her top buttoned up too high, and undid two more, making the girl’s boobs nearly burst from her top.

“What do I mean..?” Harry asked with confusion, “Isn’t it-”

“Harry Potter.”

Harry turned his head, hearing a smooth, seductive voice tickle his ears. Click, click, click, he heard the sound of sexy heels on the platform as a curvaceous noble woman approached him.

He looked up to see the tight, creamy cleavage and smokey blue eyes of Narcissa Malfoy. He blinked with shock as he saw a small round bump forming on her stomach.

“Good morning.” She greeted him politely, her hands clasped together like a prim-and-proper pureblood.

“Oh, Cissy!” Molly’s chipper voice butted in.

“Tsk.” He heard Narcissa click her tongue and flick a scornful look toward Molly. Her ruby lips curled up into a superior smirk, “Oh, Molly… I didn’t notice you without the crowd of… boys around.” She smiled sharply and rested a hand on her proof of pregnancy.

Molly’s smile seemed fake as she stepped up to Narcissa, pushing her bigger, braless breasts into Narcissa’s tightly squeezed-up tits. The two pairs of soft, MILF titty-meat squished together like crashing waves, fighting for superiority. Narcissa didn’t back down, thrusting her chest proudly forward.

“Oh?” Molly grinned as her boobs nearly smothered Narcissa’s, beating the other MILF by a few cups lead, “And here I was, shocked to see you without a leash on that Ferret of yours.”

‘Ferret?’ Harry’s brows squeezed together, ‘What is she talking about..?’

“Get used to it.” Narcissa wore a prideful smug, smirk, cradling a hand to her belly, “I’ve been blessed with a child by a REAL wizard. The beautiful child born of our love will be the greatest Hogwarts has ever seen! Unlike your useless brood.”

“Hey!” Ginny said sharply.

Narcissa looked around Molly and dropped her scowl for a moment, “Sorry, Ginny dear. I didn't mean you, of course. Any witch wise enough to spread her legs and become Harry’s willing whore is worthy of my admiration.”

“Oh…” Ginny blinked, “Thanks… I think?”

Narcissa smiled charmingly and nodded to her.

“Alright, slut.” Molly said, her face flushing red, “I’ve heard enough! Let’s continue this on the train!”

“Agreed!” Narcissa nodded, and the two MILFs finally pulled their chests apart, throwing their noses in the air as they turned with a ‘Hmph!’

“Wait…” Harry said, “What do you mean ‘On the train’..?”

Fuuuu~!

The Hogwarts Express let out its final warning whistle, and the group all had to rush aboard to avoid missing the train.

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Harry followed Narcissa and Molly as they bickered through the train cars, looking for a private compartment that could fit all of them. He wondered why the MILFs came aboard with them, but quickly forgot as he focused on their swaying, bouncing backsides. Two grade-A MILF asses dancing in front of his lustful gaze.

“Here you go, Harry!” Hermione said as she slapped something on his chest. He looked down to see a badge pinned to his blazer, “Your Prefect’s badge!”

“Wha..? I’m a Prefect?” He blinked.

“Yep~! We all are!” Ginny grinned, jerking a thumb up to her boobs. Above her freckled expanse of cleavage was a similar badge pinned to the side of her white shirt.

All of them? He saw another badge on Hermione’s shirt, to the right of her cleavage. Weren’t there only two prefects per house?

Harry’s brow furrowed, ‘...wait… I thought only fifth-years and up could be-’

“Oh!” Hermione grabbed his hand, “Here we are!” He was pulled into a compartment.

“Hermione, what..?” He stopped and stared.

Inside were two beautiful witches.

One stunning beauty had sleek, blonde hair and sharp green eyes. Her delectable thighs were shown off as she crossed one sensual leg over the other, squeezed delightfully in black and green thigh-high socks. Like the others, she wore a slutty, cleavage-baring white top that tied beneath her boobs. He could see a dark green bra peeking up from below. Her badge was pinned to a green and silver tie.

She looked at him with sharp eyes that trailed his body up and down. Then she softly smirked, her lips painted in Slytherin Green. Daphne Greengrass. He only knew her through Hermione, who bitched about her academic rival fighting her for top grades every year.

“Hello Harry…” She gave him a polite smile as she crossed her arms under her bust, her slender back perfectly straight in pure-blood princess posture.

“H-hi Harry..!”

He looked to the other side, his jaw almost hitting the floor. Perhaps the chestiest young witch he’d ever seen sat across from Daphne. Her poor white shirt was strained to the limit by the absolute mountain of BOOBS it was trying to keep from tumbling out in an avalanche. It was pulled so taut that it was slightly transparent, showing him the large, shockingly cute flowery bra she wore beneath.

His eyes were laser-focused on a little black button that seemed to be fighting a losing battle.

“H-how are you do-!”

Snap~!

“-iing~!?” The girl squeaked in embarrassment.

That poor button POPPED free, shooting off to disappear somewhere in the train compartment. Her heavy bust wobbled as it bounced on her chest, seemingly breathing with relief. Now it was deep with cleavage all the way down to her knot, showing him the full, soft insides of her breasts.

“O-oh..!” She peered down at her massive tits, blushing sweetly, “N-not again..!” Her eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment.

He stared at her cute, freckled face, managing to draw his eyes from her incredible chest. She had a cute, round face, with blue eyes framed in adorable spectacles. Her red hair was tied into a cute braid. She squirmed under his gaze in embarrassment, her fingers trying to tug down her way-too-small skirt to cover the milky skin of her thighs. Her tie and thigh-highs were coloured black and gold, Hufflepuff Colours.

“Hi, Susan~!” Hermione smiled and sat down beside Susan Bones.

“O-oh..!” Susan’s soft lips pouted as Hermione took the spot beside her, and pulled Harry down to sit on Hermione’s other side. She chewed her lip, “I-it’s okay… you can sit there…” She mumbled to herself.

“Hm?” Hermione looked at her, “Did you say something?”

“N-nothing…”

Harry looked around. The compartment door was closed, “Where’d Ginny go… and wait, what happened to Narcissa and Molly?”

“Ginny’s off to go fetch our last member, silly,” Hermione smiled playfully as she slapped his chest, “Didn’t you hear? Oh, and Narcissa pulled Molly into a private compartment to ‘chat’.” Hermione said with air quotes, rolling her eyes.

“More importantly…” Daphne butted in, eyes narrowing on Hermione’s baby bump, “I didn’t know you’d turned into a whore this summer, Granger.” Her voice was like a snake bite.

Harry was blinded by the out-of-no-where insult. He knew Daphne and Hermoine had a bit of a relationship, but as far as he was away it was just an unspoken, academic rivalry, not that they were actual enemies.

Hermione smiled charmingly, “Yep~!” To Daphne’s utter shock, she leaned up into Harry’s muscular chest, stroking her pregnant belly, “Harry turned me into his whore with just one amazing dicking!” She giggled, “I was his bitch after just one round! Not that it stopped him from cumming irresponsibly in my fertile cunny over and over again until I was nice and pregnant!”

Susan squeaked, her face flushing pure crimson. Even Daphne had a soft blush, but otherwise didn’t change in expression. In fact, she scowled, “I don’t believe you. Everyone knows it takes years of trying for a wizard to give a witch child. You claim that Harry alone was able to impregnate you in just the few months of summer?”

Even the cold way Daphne explained it made his cock swell in his pants. Harry shifted uncomfortably.

Hermione giggled, smiling at Daphne, “I know it’s unbelievable, but it wasn’t all summer. It was just one night! He knocked me up on the first load, I’m certain! Then he pulled his huge~ musky~ bitch-breaking cock out and jammed it right into Ginny! She’s just as pregnant as me!”

Daphne’s mouth fell open speechlessly.

“Haaah~” Susan was breathing heavily, her soft chest quaking with motion.

Daphne’s eyes went sharp, “Prove it.”

Hermione matched her, “Gladly.”

In a flash, with practised motions, Hermione fished his fat cock out of his breeches. The thick, throbbing length swung up into the air, standing tall and proud in the face of these new fertile witches.

“Oh… my…” Daphne’s snobby expression collapsed into genuine shock.

“..!” Susan squeaked, covering her mouth as she stared unblinkingly at his vast length.

Hermione thrust her nose in the air, “See?” She said, fisting his cock, “He’s a total stud. This fat girth isn’t just for show, either! He can pump a witches’ womb to capacity in just one round of sex!”

She boasted about his cock, proudly showing it off like a pet she’d brought to show-and-tell. Harry groaned at the absurdity of it all, while Hermione pumped his length with her smooth hand.

The two girls stared wide-eyed at his length.

“T-there’s no way..!” Susan squeaked, “T-that’d never fit inside…” Her plush thighs squeezed together.

“Oh, it will..!” Hermione said, “And it’ll feel fucking amazing..! Masturbation won’t be good enough anymore, just one ride and you’ll be hopelessly addicted~!” She said that all with an honest smile and a sturdy tone that guaranteed it was true.

Daphne flustered, “S-so what if he has a huge..! D-delicious looking cock?! H-he’s just a wizard, there’s no way he’s THAT fertile..!”

“..!”

They looked to the side, where Susan had ripped her eyes from Harry’s cock to send a weak glare at Daphne. Her cute cheeks puffed up as she mustered the courage to bite back at the prideful Slytherin, “O-oh yeah..?” She said, nearly faltering as Daphne trained her wicked gaze on Susan, “L-Look at that thick... musky... c-cock..! A-and his balls too..! They're so full and heavy... I-I bet… S- She's right! H-he could knock a virgin like you up in just one shot!”

Daphne’s eyebrows rose, clearly not expecting the shy girl to actually snap at her. Then her eyes went to Hermione’s superior smirk, Daphne huffed, “Fine! I’ll prove it myself!” She said and jumped up to her feet.

Harry’s eyes were glued to her firm, sensually wide hips as she lifted up her tiny pencil skirt and flashed him a full view of her skimpy little green and silver thong. It looked glued to the shape of her pussylips in a clingy cameltoe. She tugged it down her long legs and bared her naked pussy. Then she strutted over and climbed up onto his lap, struggling to lift her hips high enough to get that monstrous shaft aligned with her tight, virgin hole.

“Let me help!” Hermione said all too eagerly, jumping up to get behind Daphne.

“H-hands off, Granger, I don’t need help riding a cock. Especially from a slutty bint like-!”

Hermione dexterously reached down, aligned his cock to her quivering hole, and then shoved her down in one stroke.

“YOOOOUUU~!” Daphne shrieked, her head thrown back as her TIGHT cunt squeezed his cock in a vice grip. Her mouth hung open as her pussy spasmed with a surprise orgasm, and her pussy sprayed proof of her climax over Harry’s lap.

“Damn, she’s soaked..!” Harry gasped, feeling how drenched the witch was. He thought she wasn’t into it, but to his surprise, her pussy was just as eager and slutty as Hermione and Ginny’s. The feeling of her fresh, tight virgin walls was amazing, combined with the hot idea of fucking Hermione’s schoolyard rival (With her help, no less!) was driving him wild.

Hermione held her down by her shoulders, grinning as she spoke into Daphne’s ear, “That’s a better look for you… cheeky bint.” Then she smiled down at Harry, winking, “I don’t need to help you with the next part, do I, stud?”

He grinned savagely and grabbed two firm handfuls of snowy-white pure-blood ASS. His fingers flexed powerfully as he hefted her up using nothing but the grip on her butt, only to hammer her down on his cock again.

“Aaaaaah~!” She shrieked again, eyes rolling up as she came from just the first few thrusts.

“Heheh told you it was amazing! Bet it’s too much for a weak cunt like yours to handle? Why don’t you just cum in her real quick, Harry, then you can fuck your favorite cunt next!” Hermoine said lewdly, grinding her dripping panties on his leg while he fucked Daphne silly.

“S-screw you, Granger..!” Daphne shrieked, “D-don’t listen to her Harry! T-this isn’t over yet..! Nngh! J-just because you’ve got a fat, pussy stretching cock, doesn’t mean you can actually do it..! L- Let’s see you try to knock me up! Impregnate me if you can, Harry Potter~!”

“Bloody hell..!” Harry grunted as he palmed Daphne’s surprisingly tight ass. She was light enough to slam on his cock just as hard as Ginny, with a firm, large ass that he could squeeze his fingers into for a good grip.

He was blown away by the girls' sudden foul mouths, and took out all his arousal on Daphne’s tight cunt, ploughing the witch into a shrieking, squirting mess. He suddenly felt a hand cupping the huge spheres of his balls, and heard Susan squeak.

“Feel that sweet cheeks?” Hermoine said to her, forcing Susan’s hands to grope his junk, “Feel all that thick~ creamy~ sperm he’s about to unload in Daphne’s raw pussy..!”

“Oh..!” Daphne shuddered, “T-try it if you can..!” She said stubbornly, biting her plush green-painted lip as she gave a powerless glare toward him, “C-c’mon..! J-just cum inside already!”

“O-oh wow..!” Susan said with quiet fascination. Her slender fingers delicately cupped the heavy orb in her hand, filling up her palm with its size. She could feel the churning cum load within, and swallowed thickly, “I-it’s so much…”

“Heheh, it sure is..!” Hermoine said as she sank down to her knees in a lewd stripper’s squat. She brought her own plush pair of lips to his heavy balls and gave them a big, wet smooch, “Mwauh~! Let it all out stud~ I wanna see you spunk in her!”

“Oh shit..!” Harry went over the edge, grunting as he slammed her cushiony ass down one final time and let loose his potent orgasm, “Here it comes, you sexy bitch..!” He said roughly in her ear as he held her tight body down on his cock, preventing his thick, voluminous ejaculation from going anywhere other than her fertile baby room.

As that piping hot blast of semen christened Daphne’s virgin womb, the blonde bitchy Slytherin screamed in ecstasy, cumming herself silly with her tongue hanging out.

He looked over to Susan.

The top-heavy redhead was huffing lustily. She kept a shy look on her face, looking down at her lap as she twirled her hair braid in her fingers. Her glasses fogged up as she spoke with a shaky voice, “I_I... b-bet...” Her breathing quickened until she was nearly hyperventilating in her lustful excitement, her face flushed red down to her collarbone.

She licked her lips and said shakily, “I bet... you couldn't knock me up either..!”

Harry’s cock throbbed hungrily.

…

“Hey guys, I found her!” Ginny slid the door open cheerfully.

“Yes~! Yes~! Yes~!” Susan’s cute voice got surprisingly loud as her soft asscheeks clapped against Harry’s thighs. He had her arms pulled behind her tight while thrusting his impossibly thick cock into her gushing twat from behind.

Her massive boobs were ripped free from their tight confines, bouncing so absurdly on her chest that they slapped her in the face before clapping back down. The busty red-headed girl took his cock more eagerly than even Daphne did, happily throwing her cushiony ass back into his thrusts, making sure he plunged his length all the way to her womb.

“Ooh~ that looks fun..!” A soft, airy voice said from the door.

Harry grunted, fucking the busty redhead as roughly as he could, while glancing at the door.

A cute, fairy-like blonde waved at him, “Hello, Harry Potter… This is not how I imagined we’d meet.” Her soft, ethereal blonde hair was rather beautiful, falling down her shoulders in waves to frame the pure-white window of cleavage her uniform offered. The tie nestled between her boobs was blue and silver.

“Harry~!” Ginny smiled, and hugged the girl’s waist, pushing the sides of their boobs together, “This is my best friend Luna!”

“Hi, Luna.” He grunted as he spanked Susan’s pale white ass.

“Yes~!” The girl squealed as she came for the umpteenth time.

Luna clapped her hands, “Oh, this will be so much more fun than how it was supposed to happen!”

“'How it was supposed to happen'?” Harry asked.

Luna smiled mysteriously, “Our meeting…” She said as she looked down at her own slutty uniform, “I do prefer it this way. This skirt feels very nice.” Luna did a little twirl, flashing him the snowy white globes of her ass, “It’s quite breezy. I much prefer it to what we wore last year.”

Something clicked in his mind. Last year? He was too distracted by Susan's wailing, and bouncing body to linger on the thought.

Harry’s cock twitched erratically inside Susan’s gripping pussy. There was something strangely charming about this interesting blonde. For some reason, he felt extraordinarily focused on her. He felt a little bad, staring so hard at Luna’s soft, smiling face even while he was railing another girl’s slippery cunt.

So he gave Susan some extra love as an apology, jerking her slender arms back until the busty babe was leaning up against his chest. He GRABBED her squishy, overflowing titties, smothering his fingers in the marshmallowy fat while he slammed his hips against her fat ass and pumped her full of thick, breeding seed. He stole her lips in a hot, tongue-twirling kiss.

“Oooh..!” Susan squealed as she desperately kissed him back, trembling in his arms while he pussy was overwhelmed by hot cum. She came herself senseless, eyes going cross as her tongue went limp in his mouth.

Harry grunted, thrusting into her just as roughly, bumping against her womb with his fat, cum-pumping cock. Then once it was finally done twitching, spurting out thick ropes of cum, he let her fall limp on the seat, trembling with bliss as her creampied twat leaked like a broken faucet.

Then Harry turned to Luna.

“You wanna fuck too?” With how easy these last two witches were, Harry shamelessly asked. His cock was still standing tall, soaked and sticky with the juices of the half-dozen cunts it’d fucked its way through today.

She smiled and lifted her skirt. Between the palest, softest thighs he’d ever seen was a fresh, dripping pair of pussy lips. So soft and tender it looked as if they’d never been touched. Luna wore no panties.

“Of course~ Ravish me~!” She smiled meaningfully at him, “Tonight is rather special after all..! It’d be a shame not to enjoy ourselves.”

“Tonight..?” Harry glanced out of the window. It was dark already. How long had they been on the train? He didn’t think about that long, not with this enchanting blonde offering her body as his plaything. His cock eagerly twitched as she positioned herself for him.

Luna laid herself out on the bench and willingly spread her legs apart. Beneath her tiny skirt lay her delicate, hairless pussy, with no sign of panties anywhere to be found on the strange blonde girl. She gave him a playful smile as she pulled her thighs back next to her head, offering herself up to be fucked, “Please go ahead Harry. I’ve always wanted to know how it feels, you know… what it's like being impregnated. It’s a natural desire for a witch, I suppose.”

Harry mounted the pale blonde, his cock twitching with desire, even altering cumming nearly a dozen times today. It showed no sign of going down, so he planted it back where it belonged, nestled in the fertile walls of a busty witch.

“Nngh..! Oh..!” Luna gasped cutely, squeezing her eyes shut as her tight little quim was stretched out obscenely by his incredible girth. Her wet walls were nice and snug, hugging his cock desperately.

His fingers dug into the soft fat of her thighs while he pushed himself deeper into her quim, reaching for her womb in the first thrust. As their hips came together Luna opened her eyes, blushing softly. Her tender pink tongue softly licked her lips.

“Haah..! I-it feels better than usual..!” She gasped, smiling dreamily, “You stretch me out so much, Harry..! I’m rather enjoying the feeling of your large size inside my..! Mmppgh..!”

He shut her up by stealing those delectable lips, tasting her cute tongue as he wrestled it into submission. Her arms came to wrap around his neck, holding him tightly as he kept her body pinned beneath his, folded in half. She whimpered in his mouth, her tongue slowly and testingly pushing back against his. Her soft tits were pancaked beneath his muscle, feeling hot against his chest.

“Mmngh..! O-Oh..! That’s very nice. I-I quite like kissing..! Mwuah..!” Luna gasped as their lips eagerly met again and again, smacking together as their tongues tangled in an excited dance, “B-but please go ahead and use my pussy..! I would like to have a daughter alongside Ginny, if possible…”

He drove his cock into this sweet girl as her tongue kept begging for kisses. With his thumbs digging into her soft thighs, he started rolling his hips. His fat erection carved a path through her gripping depths, bumping against the wall of her cervix as his balls prepared a fresh batch of baby-making seed.

“Nngh..! Luna..!” Harry grunted one final time, pinning her sexy, fuckable body beneath his while he ravaged her tongue with his own. She squealed like a cute mouse, squeezing her eyes shut as he pumped and pumped her tight, quivering womb full of cum. She trembled in his arms, whimpering uncontrollably with a body-shaking climax as he sucked on her tongue.

As her pussy flooded with his seed, spilling out of the tight union of their sexes, Luna went quiet.

“Yay~!” Ginny said beside him, watching the cream spill out of Luna’s sex. She dove between the blonde girl’s thighs, planting a kiss on her naked belly, “Now you’re pregnant too!”

Luna smiled dreamily, rubbing her belly, “Sadly, I don’t think this one will take…”

“Heh, what do you mean?” Ginny rolled her eyes, “There’s no way you could avoid getting knocked up, not after one of Harry’s massive loads. Susan and Daphne got knocked up just a minute ago! And Mum and Narcissa are pregnant too! Harry never misses his mark~” She said with a wink.

Harry's brow furrowed as he realised something. Molly and Narcissa? Where were they? They joined them on the train... didn't they?

Luna’s eyes stayed locked on Harry, as if she didn’t even hear Ginny. She raised her arms in a silent request, beckoning back into the soft embrace of her naked titties. Her soft lips begged to be kissed.

All thoughts other than this adorable, fuckable girl were lost on Harry. He quickly leaned down and gave her another eager smooch, his stiff cock twitching against her plush thigh, staining it with the leftover cum that drooled from its tip. Luna moaned blissfully as he sucked on her tongue, forcing his hands to squeeze her breasts while she hugged him tight. Then she had a smile in her voice as she whispered in his ear.

“I truly enjoyed that Harry Potter… but I’m afraid I have to go now.”

“W-what?” Harry squeezed her body possessively, trapping her delicate softness beneath his muscles. His cock throbbed in protest, not hardly finished with her tight, gripping pussy.

“Don’t worry… I’ll still be here. You’re welcome to cum in my tight little kitty as much as you want.” She said soothingly, stroking his back with delicate fingers, “But I need to wake up now. It's time to go.”

Harry’all head spun for a moment. What did she just say? He found it difficult to focus on her. Like she was fading away from him.

“I hope our next meeting is as fun as this one.” She said one last time as she pecked his lips in a sweet, chaste kiss.

Then... Harry found it really hard to focus on Luna. Ginny and Hermione, stripped naked, clung to his sides, smooshing their boobs against his body as they pulled him away from her, and monopolized his attention.

Harry sat in the seat of the train car, huffing with exhaustion. He didn’t know how many hours had passed, or how near they were to Hogwarts, but he’d fucked like crazy the whole damn ride.

All around him, the naked, sweaty forms of his companions were strewn out in exhaustion, sleeping off the body-shaking orgasms he put their poor pussies through. Each one of them had fat, glowing red asses and gaping cunts spilling with his seed. Their tits were marked with hickeys and bite marks, while they all had the same dopey grin on their faces.

Ginny’s face was smothered in her Mummy’s boobies, disappearing as Molly squeezed her daughter’s head deep in her mountainous valley of squishy cleavage.

Harry slumped into the velvet of the train’s seat, not caring out it was drenched in fem-cum. His cock still throbbed with unceasing desire, just as hungry to bully a busty, breedable bitch’s pussy as it had been when he left the house. Now it was slick and shiny with pussy juice and decorated with vibrant, magical lipstick kiss marks.

Hermione had started the ‘prefects’ meeting, where the four girls, one from each house, sat kneeling on the floor and traded turns worshipping every last inch of his cock. From the thick trunk up the veiny girth to his bulbous cock-helmet, it was decorated in bright kiss marks. Red from Hermione, representing Gryffindor, Blue from Luna with Ravenclaw, Green with Daphne for Slytherin, and gold for Susan and Hufflepuff.

And it wasn’t just his cock. Those greedy girls had kissed and sucked their way up his body, leaving a trail of lipstick markings like they were fighting for territory.

“Oooh..!” A weak moan came from his side, where Susan’s fat breasts shuddered with quaking rolls. She was upside down, head-hanging from the seat, her red braid dangling below her. Her fat tits hung heavily, with her dusted freckles caked in a fresh load of his thick and creamy cum.

After who knows how long of non-stop marathon fucking, Harry was exhausted… Physically. His cock was still rearing to go, but unfortunately, the witches had all been fucked unconscious. There wasn’t a single pussy left standing. He frowned with frustration, not willing to even fist his cock to keep the desire at bay.

Harry was considering just slipping inside the nearest cunt and fucking whichever slut had passed out closest to him, then railing them like a cheap sex sleeve to drain his balls a few more times before Hogwarts.

While he was eyeing up the upturned, naked asses and leaking pussies of his companions, he felt the train shudder.

!!

Then it slowly came to a halt. Feeling an intense, frightening sense of Déjà vu, Harry saw the lights of the train car flicker for a moment… before darkening altogether.

He felt a sense of danger and wondered where his wand was.

But strangely, he couldn’t muster the strength to search the car for it. In fact, he couldn’t move at all. He was paralysed there, stuck to his seat as an all-too-familiar scene played out.

The windows were dark with night, and suddenly he felt a cold, terrible chill. The windows crackled as they began to ice over. His memories flashed back to a cloaked, haunting figure that sucked happiness from the air, and tormented him with terrible visions.

‘N-no..!’ Harry thought to himself, shockingly shaken. His confidence had been overflowing since he’d taken the Black Inheritance rituals… but now he was nervous.

‘They can’t be..!’ He raged in his mind, ‘Dementors were removed from Hogwarts grounds last year..!’

There was a dim light approaching their compartment’s sliding door. For a brief moment, he was reminded of Professor Lupin’s Patronus, coming to rescue him… but instead of relief, he instead felt a tingling sensation as the hairs on his neck stood up. He felt danger.

This time… it was NOT Lupin.

He swallowed thickly. The compartment was silent. All the girls were out cold, and the entire train seemed silent. It was as if he was the only one in the world at that moment. Him… and whoever had stopped the train, and was drawing near.

Harry felt a grip of horror as slender fingers slowly grasped the cracked door. The skin on the hand was pale as death, painted with long, pitch-black fingernails. The door slid open, and a face peered around the corner.

He was eye-to-eye with a crazed-looking woman. Her chaotic, bushy black hair was fringed into curls. Her eyes were heavily shadowed in dark makeup, giving the crazy look in her gleaming eyes all the more menace. She stared at him unblinkingly, and her lips curled into a wide-stretched sadistic grin.

Somehow he recognized her. Bellatrix Lestrange! A psychotic follower of Voldemort, who was supposedly locked in the depths of Azkaban.  The most dangerous witch in the world! Somehow she had escaped her prison cell, and now…

She was here!

She was on the fucking Hogwarts Train!

She was hunting for HIM!

She was…

She was super fucking HOT.

For a moment, his crazed nerves were overwhelmed by his animalistic, baser desires.

Harry’s stiff cock twitched in appreciation as the BUXOM crazy lady slowly stepped around into the doorframe. She wore a tight-fitting, tattered black dress that seemed to double as a corset, pushing up a tight, squeezed union of snowy white cleavage. The tattered dress hung from her frame in long tears and strings, all black as night.

With her snowy white complexion, dark makeup, and tattered dress, she looked like a haunted bride, coming back for vengeance on a man who’d scorned her.

‘I swear… if she doesn’t kill me..!’ Harry thought to himself with surprising passion, ‘I’m gonna fuck her SO HARD!’

“Harry… Potter..!” Her eyes gleamed with glee as her battered voice came out.

As her peach-coloured lips cracked open to speak… her perfect, white teeth caught his attention for a second. It was strange… in all of her wanted posters, her teeth were rotted. It’s not like Azkaban would provide proper dental-

“I’ve been looking for you..!”

Once again, Harry’s thoughts left him like the wind. He watched as Bellatrix’s face contorted into a mixture of sadistic glee… and unbridled rage.

Crack~!

Her long nails bit into the wooden door frame of the compartment, splintering wood. Her voice came out like sharp knives, “I’ve been thinking about you every night~! I can’t get you out of my head..! The poor, ickle Harrikins… the wee little babe… WHO KILLED MY MASTER!” She suddenly shrieked in all of her madness.

Harry recoiled, his heart palpitating with a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long. Fear. He wanted to run. He wanted to stand up. He wanted to grab his wand, his cloak, ANYTHING. But no matter how hard he wanted it, his limbs wouldn't move. His legs felt weak like jelly. What the hell was going on? His mouth fell open limply, and he couldn’t even speak.

Bellatrix raised a thin, crooked stick. A wand made of dark, gnarled wood, “Wee little Harrikins..!” Her voice cracked like a banshee, “I’ve been thinking about you so much… eight-teen years..! In AZKABAN!”

Once again, the shocking shriek was like a ghostly wail, chilling him to the core.

Bellatrix stepped into the cabin. For once, his eyes weren’t laser-focused on her shelf of tight cleavage, or her long, sensual legs visible through the tattered tears in her gothic dress.

She eyed him manically, and then finally, her malicious grin fell from her face like a facade, and she scowled, “I hate you…”

“I HATE YOU!” She shouted aloud.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment… thinking… dreaming of all the naughty little things I would do to you..!” She said gleefully as she eyed him like a predator.

“I was so eager to meet you…” She said, eyes trailing down his bare naked chest, “So… happy to finally be free… once I escaped… I…” She suddenly stopped, her voice trailing off as she swallowed… and then licked her lips.

Those smokey, unblinking eyes stared intensely at his naked muscular torso.

With a crazed look, they flicked down to the long, throbbing shaft of his monolithic cock. It was still hard and proud, facing this dangerous witch undeterred. Even threatened with death, his ever-reliable, bitch-breaking cock would never back down in the face of a busty, breedable bitch… even if it was a crazy bitch like Bellatrix Lestrange!

Her eyes flicked to the side suddenly, where Molly Weasley lay spread eagle, her thick thighs hanging off the bed while a river of cum poured from her gaping, brutally-fucked twat. Above her, the smaller, fiery redhead was drizzling her own creampie down to her mother’s cunt as she lay atop her own MILF, clinging to Molly with every limb.

“I was so eager to… Meet you…” Bellatrix swallowed her words once again.

Then she glanced to the left, where Susan’s spanked, cherry-red ass was still smothering Daphne’s face in its vast size, pouring a river of cum onto her cross-eyed, tongue-lulling face. Luna, the light, airy blonde, was lying atop Susan in their fuck-pile, resting her cute face on the soft cushion of Susan’s meaty butt, while she slowly plunged two fingers into Susan’s ass. Fingers squelched quietly as she stirred up the slick back door of the cream-filled butt-slut.

Bellaxtrix’s soft pink tongue flicked out, wetting her lips again, and then those crazed eyes turned back to him, “I was going to… to…” Her eyes lowered, trailing down his muscular, chiselled torso. Lower… and lower… and lower…

The mad witch started with unhealthy fascination, at the throbbing, twitching monster, that lurched like a beast primed to strike, sticky with the dripping sex juices of fresh girl-cum, and still leaking with sticky white seed from his last messy climax.

Bellatrix looked below. Right at her feet, in front of her delicate, tender toes, lay an upturned GIGANTIC ass. It was hardly recognizable, glowing red from the rough man-handling of a cock-driven BEAST of a wizard, while her creamy white thighs were CAKED in the messy cum of Harry Potter. Face down, ass up, the woman was unrecognisable… especially since her most defining feature, her hair, was a total mess. Sticky from sweat and cum, while frayed from how hard her raging lover had pulled it when he fucked her into the cabin floor.

Bellatrix stared at this mess of a woman for several seconds. Then she simply commented, “Oh… sister… you’re here too…” Even in that messy state, Bellatrix recognized the upturned ass of Narcissa Malloy, her very own sister.

Then she stepped forward.

Harry’s instincts were still flaring like crazy. No matter how drop-dead gorgeous this gothic beauty was… no matter how STACKED her incredible chest was, filling out a mouthwatering corset with fresh, fuckable cleavage… no matter how wide her hips were, primed and EAGER to be bred by his massive bull cock… His alarms were still blaring.

For once, Harry thought that this bitch was actually too much. He loved crazy girls… but this was past that!

Another step and Bellatrix lost all sense for anyone else in the room, she just focused her intense, smouldering gaze on him, and him alone.

“Finally…” She gasped, lips curling into a grin, “I can let it all loose… Unleash every little fantasy I’ve had for you…”

“I can finally lay my hands on you…” Her slender nose softly twitched.

“Those strong… rippling muscles…” She licked her lips, swallowing.

“All bare, and exposed… defenceless in front of me…” Suddenly she shivered.

Clatter~!

That crooked, gnarled wand fell to the floor, slipping from the grasp of her shaking fingers…

“I can finally~!” Bellatrix fumbled over her words, nostrils flaring as she breathed in the thick, potent musk of the sex-fog hanging in this tight little compartment. Eight long hours of the train ride were spent indulging in non-stop fucking and reckless, incessant creampie sex. It made the place REEK with the smell of Harry’s virility.

For a witch like Bellatrix, who’d lived eighteen years in TOTAL isolation, without even the strength to relieve her natural urges with her own fingers…

It was too much. It was like a sex-bomb went off in her brain, flooding her mind with so many filthy, kinky, and carnal desires that overwhelmed all senses of anger or malice.

Bellatrix fell to her knees, nearly tripping over the naked, freshly fucked body of her sister. Her mouth fell open, tongue hanging out as she panted for breath. Her snowy white cheeks finally faded into a pinkish hue, “Haaaah… Haaaah…” She struggled to breathe, feeling so hot that she felt faint.

“I can..!” Bellatrix stopped short one more time… this time, because of a pair of fingers that slid beneath her chin.

Her eyes grew huge as a massive, towering shadow hovered over her face. Her crazed eyes stared up with a rapturous gaze, filled with complete awe. The pillar of magnificence in front of her is bigger than her wildest sex dreams. She went cross-eyed, dumbly staring at it. Drool slipped from her lips.

“Haaah… a-amazing…” She gasped quietly. The crazed, insane pitch of her voice had transformed into something new. A quiet, worshipful tone. Her breath came out quick, “Amazing… T-this is… the man who conquered…” She said with utter admiration.

Then she leaned closer, “The strong… powerful… ENDOWED man… who struck down the Dark Lord as just a little babe… It’s no wonder… with a cock like this… The Dark Lord was fated to lose!” Something shifted in Bellatrix’s eyes. The manic, crazy look was still there… but instead of hatred… there was nothing but pure, unadulterated lust.

“Ah-Amazing..!” She was drooling, her eyes quaking with obsession, “T-to bring me to my knees… with nothing but the manly MUSK from this magnificent cock~!”

Bellatrix was effectively brought low. Sitting on her weak legs while wandless at his feet…

…And there was still nothing Harry could do. Even with this bitch kneeling at his feet, cock draped over her face in a total show of absolute dominance… his body refused his commands. He was helpless.

He fell backward as she pounced!

With a soft oof, he sank into a velvet seat in the compartment, and Bellatrix Lestrange crawled up into his lap. She rose until she was hovering over him, and placed her dainty white feet on either side of his legs. Her slender fingers reached down to her tattered gothic dress. She lowered herself, squatting down above his lap with her feet planted on either side of his seat.

Like a maiden on her wedding night, Bella raised the hem of her dress in a picture-perfect pure-blood courtesy… ruined by the wicked, manic grin on her face, and the obsession in her eyes. As the skirt rose, the creamy white skin of her unblemished legs and soft thighs came into view.

With it, the pale lips of her GUSHING pussy.

She hovered just over his cock, drooling a river of slippery juices onto his eager, twitching cock.

She tilted her head, eyes locked on his as she grinned one final time, “Fuck you… Harry Potteeeeeerrrrrr…!” Her voice shrieked out into a squeal of manic delight as she dropped herself brutally on his massive cock. Her tender pussy lips were spread open wide, as he plunged all the way to the back of her pussy in one falling swoop.

Bellatrix came like a fountain, squealing and giggling like a maniac while her pussy sprayed her juices all over his chest and groin.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!! I’M CUMMING YOU WRETCHED FUCKING STUD! TASTE MY PERFECT PUREBLOOD PUSSY. TASTE MY FUCKING SQUIRT YOU HALF-BLOOD ANIMAL! FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, I HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE! HATE! HATE!”

Bellatrix broke down into an insane chant as she SLAMMED her fat, quaking ass down again and again, shaking the entire damn carriage in a meaty, wet PLAP PLAP PLAP sex sound.

“OH FUCK MEEEEE~~~~!” She shrieked as she threw her head back, eyes going cross as she came in an explosive squirting climax, “FUU~U~U~U~UUCK!”

Her body was thrashing on his lap so much he thought she’d black out. Instead, her pussy squeezed like a vice grip, nearly crushing his throbbing cock like it was trying to strangle him through his prick.

“Arrgghnn..!” She let out a loud, erotic moan as she wrestled control of her own body. Then she leaned forward, wrapping her slender arms around his shoulders in a tight, death grip.

“Mmmpgh..!” Harry’s face was SMOTHERED in the pale cleavage bursting from her tight tattered dress, shoved so forcefully into her squishy chest that he couldn’t breathe! He groaned as he felt her hands cling to his back, digging her sharp black nails into his skin painfully, nearly drawing blood as she scratched his back in her thrashing, hip-slamming motions.

Harry groaned into Bellatrix’s boobs, suffocating in a soft, cushiony heaven of glorious tittymeat. Still, even as he felt himself grow light-headed, his thick slab of pussy-stretching meat was singing with delight. His lower head was all-too-happy to be fucked silly by this crazy bitch, no matter the circumstances. He began to feel his heavy nuts churning with witch-breeding seed.

But before he could unleash his hefty cumload into Bella’s gushing twat…

“!!!” Bellatrix let out a high-pitched shriek.

Her thick, quaking ass froze mid-thrust, and with a loud fleshy CLAP! It rippled dramatically, as if spanked by a giant, invisible hand.

Harry’s green eyes went wide, spying a naked, panting Narcissa, eyes full of vengeance as she thrust a wand toward her sister. She muttered a curse, and a pink light shot toward Bellatrix once again.

SMACK~!

“HIIIEEE..!” Bella shrieked once again.

“Hello, sister~!” Narcissa said smugly, “Remember this little spell? It’s been a while since I had to punish naughty Bella for acting out of turn..!”

“Y-you bitch..!” Bellatrix turned her head and swore.

The Cabin erupted into chaos. His poor, stiff cock was left out in the cold. Slipping free from the tight warm sleeve of Bella’s cunt as she dove to tackle her naked sister. The two MILFs rolled around on the floor naked, their plump breasts squishing together as they pulled hair and clawed at each other’s faces. Somehow they both ended up on their feet, wands in hand.

Harry felt a sense of dread as they both summoned bright glowing orbs of magical energy. All childhood spanking jinxes were forgotten as they cast deadly spells at each other.

He opened his mouth to shout at them to stop, but it was far too late.

Boom~!

Harry sucked in air, gasping for breath as the wind was knocked from his lungs. The train car exploded outward, sending him flying naked out into the grassy hills of the Scottish moors.

He grunted as he hit the ground roughly, landing on his backside. He looked up to see Bellatrix lifting her skirt, flashing him her drooling quim and trembling legs as she stepped out of the blasted-open compartment. Her bare feet gently touched the grass, and she flashed him a wicked smile as she started to strut back over to him.

“You bitch..!” Narcissa swore at her, massive jugs heaving as she raised her wand again.

“SHUT IT WHORE!” Bellatrix spun, and a bright pink light shot from the tip of her wand, “ECSTASIS~!” She shouted an absurd incantation.

“Hngh..!” A little ball of light flashed across the space, blasting right into Narcissa’s heavy, cum-caked bosom. The woman’s eyes shot open wide and then her mouth came open in a large O shape.

Psssssh~!

“HIIIEIEEEE~!” She wailed like a banshee, her slick cunt spraying like a geyser in a surprising hands-off orgasm. She collapsed to the grass, writhing on the ground and bucking her hips into the empty air, pussy spraying like she was getting ferociously fucked.

“Hahahahah~!” Bellatrix cackled as her sister squirted uncontrollably from her erotic spell, and then she kept on strutting over to Harry again. Her legs were trembling so much she couldn’t walk straight, nearly falling over with every step, but she still had. a lewd, obsessed grin on her face.

Her soaking twat drew near, and she grinned, “The boy who lived… mmmngh..! It’ll feel so fucking good… making you into my little pet..!” She huffed with a slutty gleam in her wicked eyes, “I’ll keep you chained up in my dungeon..! And milk those heavy balls of yours every single day..! Mmmgh, yes…. To make up for everything you took for me… you’ll spend the rest of your days as my own little breeding bull… knocking up my hungry pussy so I can give birth to the strongest batch of children this world has ever seen~!”

Her long, devilishly sexy legs stood on either side of his body as she once again lifted her skirt, and squatted down like a slutty whore, eager to take his cock one more time..!

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!”

“Tsk..!” Bellatrix’s eyes flashed with rage, cockblocked once again. They flicked to the side madly, and blasted a bright pink curse in the direction of the noise.

It was blocked by a gleaming pink shield.

Harry blinked with a stupefied expression on his face.

There was a whole squad of slutty-dressed Veela Cheerleaders, pom-poms and all, standing out on the field of grass. It was the Bulgarian team he’d fucked just a few days ago, who were proudly sporting round baby bumps beneath their tight cheerleader tops.

At the front, dressed in a snug blue robe, was someone he didn’t recognize.

She was breathtaking and ethereal, with perfectly clear complexion and stunningly pure white skin. Her blue eyes were bright and enchanting, as were her full, cherry lips. Her shiny blonde hair was pulled back into a studious bun. Like all the other girls around her, she had a jaw-dropping, bombshell hourglass with robe-stretching breasts and wide, teasing hips.

She was definitely a Veela.

His cock could sniff one out a mile away. She had exactly the kind of ‘fuck me’ body he’d come to expect from the lewd race of cockteases.

“Oh, come on..!” Bellatrix raged, “Can’t a girl take some dick in peace!?”

Harry watched as a violent spell battle broke out. Bellatrix cast a flurry of curses, but was outnumbered two dozen times over. The unfamiliar blonde Veela at the front was a sight to behold and stood her ground against the crazy Azkaban escapee. Even as her dress was shredded to pieces, the soft, unmarred flesh of her bosom nearly bursting free from the torn tatters, the Veela stood her ground.

Soon enough, even Bellatrix Lestrange was overwhelmed by the group of cock-hungry Veela. She fell to the ground as her wand flew away into the night. They surrounded her and Harry in a large circle, greeting him with blown kisses and giggles.

“Hello, Harry~!” All of them said together in a sexy harmony of Veela voices, the kind of synchronicity only a squad of cheerleaders could pull off.

“Hey girls…” Harry said with relief, not at all wondering what the hell they were doing out here in the Scottish highlands, “Thanks for the help!”

Bellatrix was gagged and strung up in an intricate full-body bind that squeezed her tits and dug into her pussy.

“It’s no problem.” The blonde Veela spoke for them with a sensual French accent, blushing softly as she approached him.

He felt her hand softly push his chest down on his back once again, as she straddled his waist, “Excuse me..!” She said softly, raising the skirt of her blue outfit. Beneath laid the uncovered, delicate lips of her pussy, “My cousins in Bulgaria would not stop talking about your magnificent dick! I hope you don't mind if I have a taste..!”

The sexy blonde witch descended on his lap, swallowing up his throbbing cock in a tight, warm glove. Her welcoming pussy was tight as a virgin, squeezing him delightfully. He groaned with satisfaction, finally getting the relief a hot, gripping pussy provided.

Her moans were sensual as she threw her head back and bounced on his lap, squealing with pleasure. Soon he was holding her slender hips and fucking himself deep into her spasming cunt, gleefully pumping a hot load of cum into the French Veela.

“Finally..!” Harry grinned broadly as he felt the relief of climax, after what felt like an entire day of cock-teasing.

“Oh yes~!” The French witch sang with delight, “Oh Harry, your cock is so wonderful~! My cousins truly did not lie to me..!”

The Bulgarian witches giggled around them, stripping off their hot cheerleader outfits to bounce their naked breasts in his face.

Some amount of time later, he was pinning Bellatrix’s bound, gagged body to the ground. He shoved her face into the dirt, RAPING her slutty, MILF body with his hard cock, “Fucking scary bitch..!” He grunted like a beast, slapping her fat ass cherry red, “Who the hell do you think you are?! A Dark Witch? No, you’re just a cock-hungry cum addict like the rest of these whores! A desperate sow, begging to be bred by the fattest cock you can find!”

Harry showed her seductive body no mercy, railing her pussy like a cheap fuckdoll. While driving his cock into her gushing cunt, he smacked her fat bottom to the point of bruising. He grabbed her dark hair and YANKED it back, making her back arch as he slammed her tight cunt even harder than before.

Bellatrix’s eyes rolled up as she squealed into her gag with perverse delight. Every slap on her fat bottom made her pussy clench up with glee, her pussy spraying her satisfaction on the grass beneath her.

“Fuck her, silly, Harry!”

“Ruin that dumb slut~!”

“Silly whore is no match for your cock~!”

His slutty cheerleading squad cheered him on while he ravished her on the grass. Finally, he roared with satisfaction, hilting his cock in her tight fuck-sleeve and pumping it full of his creamy cum.

As Bellatrix squealed one final time, her tight cunt diligently milking his throbbing cock of every last drop of cum… Harry felt himself growing exhausted.

“Heheh~!”

He was pulled backward, his cock slipping out of Bellatrix’s tight cunt as he fell into the soft embrace of a naked Veela.

“All tuckered out, big guy?” Another girl stroked his cheek, giggling as she kissed his forehead.

“You did great… You can go ahead and rest now, we’ll take care of the rest..!”

Harry’s eyelids grew heavy. He looked down. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the glittering blue eyes of the sexy French Veela, as she slurped on his still-hard cock, cleaning it with her tongue of all Bellatrix’s juices.

“W-what… what is your name..?” He wondered. Her crystal-blue eyes were like sapphires, peering down at him with adoration

“Fleur Delacour~!” She said with an angelic giggle…

…but Harry didn’t hear her.

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His eyes opened again almost immediately. The soft, warm flesh of the Veela cheerleaders left him suddenly, with a cold, unfamiliar chill.

He wasn’t in the wide open plain of the Scottish highlands… he was in a dark, shadowy forest, with towering pines framing an open, star-filled sky.

A woman stood over him. She was pale as a ghost, her soft, supple skin seemingly glowing in the bright silvery moonlight. Above her head, the largest full moon he’d ever seen hung in the sky.

Looking around, he tried to gather his bearings. He was still naked, lying on the furs of some huge magical beast, surrounded by strange objects. Silver bowls filled with dark liquid. Circles of candles that flickered with multicoloured light. There was a shallow silver bowl beside his face, burning a stick of incense that made his body numb.

He focused on the woman. She was rather short and slender, with stark-white skin. Her breasts were surprisingly small, barely enough to fill his hands, in a natural bell shape. Her hips were similarly narrow, fitting her long slender legs.

She dipped her snowy white fingers into a silver bowl, bringing them back dripping with a viscous black fluid. She brought those fingers up to her naked chest, drawing intricate circles and patterns over her supple skin. Then when she was finished, her body covered in painted runes, she turned to look at him.

“So…” Her voice said, thick with an accent he couldn’t place, “You’re the one, hm?”

Her eyes were black, and her dark auburn hair had sections braided into intricate weaves as it flowed down her shoulders in waves.

“Come, sisters..!” She called, and half a dozen robed women approached. They pulled their dark cloaks free, revealing their pale-white supple flesh. Like their leader, they dipped their fingers into silver bowls and began to paint each other’s bodies.

Then they arranged into a circle, with him at the centre.

“Let the ritual begin..!” She said as she approached him. She straddled his prone form, lowering her hips until her pale little slit hovered over his huge cock. It looked way too large and girth to fit in her slender body, but she dropped her hips regardless.

“Hngh..!” He grunted as, by far, the TIGHTEST cunt he’d ever felt enveloped him in a death grip. The woman let out a long, erotic moan. Her pale, tattooed face was seemingly stricken by pain.

“Harry Potter.” She said his name, making him snap his eyes up to hers.

She smiled a sinister smile down at him, as she guided his hands to her breasts, “Enjoy this… as tonight will be your last night as a man…”

“..!” He grunted as she started to roll her hips in an erotic dance on his lap, grinding his too-big cock in her tight, clenching tunnel. She didn’t say a thing for the rest of the night, even as her sisters began mumbling a chant around him.

The circle lit up with magic as she rode him.

“Yes, sisters..!” The woman cried, rolling her pale, slender hips in an erotic dance on his cock. She was too tight to bounce, but the GRIPPING walls of her cunt gave him unbelievable pleasure, “In my name..! Let our voices reach into the night..! Let HER hear our cries as we milk this 'Chosen One' of his seed..!”

Finally, he exploded, feeling his pleasure reach its peak, his cock throbbing in her tight cunt. But even as his balls churned with cum, and his member twitched, blasting this pale waif with his semen… he felt no release. No climax reached him. He felt numb, disconnected from his ejaculation.

He groaned quietly as he felt a dark, cold, draining sensation. Like his life was leaving his body. His tight, squeezing fingers slowly lost their grip on her breasts and fell limp to his chest.

The woman smiled cruelly down at him.

He heard a low, sensual purr in his ear, as a pale finger stroked his cheek. Her eyes were aglow with magic, burning a soulful stare into his own.

“Sleep well... Harry Potter..! This will be the last night you ever see of me..!”

Her beautiful, snowy features distorted. Her smirk scrunched up into a furious, vengeful glare as her voice bit like poison, “I WILL have my way..! I swear it..!"

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“..Haaah..!” Harry’s eyes shot open wide, as he lurched forward on the bed. His naked body was covered in sweat, and he was breathing roughly.

He looked around, as his rapidly pounding heart came settling down slowly into a normal rhythm.

Hermione was lying at his side, one arm over his taut abs, while her boobs were pancaked against his side. Ginny was naked and sweaty, her cute, freckled cheeks sticky with messy pre that leaked from his stiff cock. She was lying between his legs, cuddling up to his cockhead while resting her head on his thigh.

He was back in his room, Ginny’s room, in the burrow.

“A dream..?” Harry Potter’s head throbbed strangely.

It was such a vivid dream that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. But as he went through the events in his mind… they started to slip away. That Azkaban prisoner… who was she again? He knew her name… or thought he did, in the dream, but now he couldn’t recall ever seeing her before. Strange.

Then… there was an unfamiliar Veela. Her name slipped from his mind, but he was sure he hadn't met her before. He had perfectly clear memories of the two dozen Bulgarian Cheerleaders he’d fucked his way through during the World Cup. He knew them all far too intimately to confuse them with this Veela… So what? Was she just a dreamt-up sex fantasy?

As for the woman at the end, with her body painted with ancient runes, in the shadowy hollow of a thick, cold forest… He did not remember anything about HER at all… All he could remember was a cold, wicked laugh.

He reached his hand down to stroke Ginny’s hair. As he stared down at her round, freckled melons squished against his muscular thigh… his girthy cock started to rise, the thick veins pulsing as his beast roused from slumber. He felt the familiar, broiling arousal surge through his mind, tight in his chest.

Strangely, it felt like for just a second when he first woke from that bizarre dream… It was missing.

Harry didn’t worry about it. After all that familiar, urging lust was back in full force. His mind quickly forgot all about that silly dream, while he grabbed Ginny’s red hair and pulled her head up.

“Glllurck..!” Ginny’s cute brown eyes shot open with complete shock, waking to the feeling of her tight, snug throat stretched out obscenely by the massive, masculine cock buried down it.

Her eyes calmed a second later, her brain recognizing the salty, musky taste of Harry’s dick on her tongue, long before her brain could process what had happened. She let out a humming moan of pleasure around his cock as she started drooling on his cock, and bobbing her head on his shaft eagerly.

While Ginny went to work with her sloppy wake-up blowjob, he roused Hermoine by sucking on her hefty breast and fingering her quivering cunt. She woke with a shrieking climax.

“Heh, morning girls..!”

“M-morning Harry!” Hermione smiled and started planting sweet kisses on his muscular chest.

“Glllck..! Sllrrrrrp~!” Ginny wished him good morning too, with her big chocolate eyes. Her lips looked delightful, stretched so obscenely around his forearm-thick cock.

“Hey, ‘Mione?” He asked as he started palming her white ass in his hand.

“Yes, Harry?”

“When do we leave for Hogwarts?”

“In just a few days… On the 1st, of course.”

“Huh…” He groaned as Ginny’s desperate vacuum on his cockhead blew all thoughts of school out of his head.

“I’m not really sure why…” Harry mused, “But I feel fucking horny right now..! What do you say we spend the whole day in bed, girls?”

“Gllrrrck! Gllrrrck! Gllrrrck!” Ginny gave her approval via sloppy, desperate throat-fuck. Her face looked so slutty, eyes staring up at him with perverse excitement while gargling noisily as she drooled on his cock.

Hermione whimpered cutely, squishing her soft thighs around his large hand, failing to keep his probing fingers at bay, “I-I’m not sure my pussy can take it Harry..!”

“Heh, well then…” Harry’s mind was full of filthy thoughts, “I guess we’ll have to figure something out then..!”

Hermione’s poor little asshole couldn’t take it either.

As he enjoyed a lazy day of non-stop sex in bed... Harry wondered what the coming days would bring. There was so much to look forward to. Nine months of isolation at a school full of fresh, fuckable witches, all prancing about in swishing skirts. Then there was the Train ride to look forward to... and Diagon Alley.

And... even closer... Another fiery, FERTILE redhead, who after popping out seven kids had the softest, most mind-blowingly massive pair of 'mommy milkers' he'd ever seen. Sure she was taken, but... if wizards were known to neglect their Horny Witches... would he be okay with such a prime MILF being neglected..?

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A/N: Turned out better than I expected... I hope you'll forgive me for pulling the 'dream sequence' card but it was the only way I'd be satisfied forcing them all into the same chapter.

After writing this chapter, I feel the need to disclaimer my own characters. The characters/language used in this chapter are quite exaggerated for quick and dirty smut and may not represent the way characters speak/appear/act going forward.

Now here's the real options for Ch 3