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Horny Witches Ch 8
🕑 Added 2024-06-09 22:00:06 +0000 UTCSummary: After the first two months in the castle, the other schools finally appear... as well as some new baby bumps!
Chapter Eight: Delacour
“Mmmngh..! Mwauh... Haaah... Haah... H-harry..!” A soft, breathless moan blew hot on his neck.
Harry grinned, whispering wolfishly in the ear of the smaller girl, “Tell me what you want...”
Her slender body was pressed tight up against his. Her Hogwarts blazer jerked up to bare her large, round tits, bigger than expected for her petite body. Those soft orbs were firmly pressed against his chest. Her skirt was pulled up, too. Her cotton knickers dangled from one leg as his hands clutched the soft globes of her ass, holding her up against the wall.
“I-I want it..!” She whimpered breathlessly, “P-Please..!”
He brought his lips back to her neck, kissing and sucking on her collarbone in a way that made her melt in his arms. She clutched his neck, whimpering.
“P-please..! D-don’t tease me..! M-make me cum..! I-I’ll do anything..!”
The soft, whimpering voice of the smaller girl clutched so tightly in his arms made Harry boil with lust. He slowly rocked his body against hers.
“Nnggh..!” The girl quietly groaned, biting her own knuckle. Her legs squeezed his sides tight, as she clung to him with all her limbs.
His hard cock was sheathed in her tight gripping cunt.
As they slowly moved their hips together, their bodies hot with desire, the girl kept whispering, begging for release in his ear. Harry sucked on her neck, holding her ass and controlling the pace as he built up to his own powerful climax.
“...please... please... please...” She whimpered in his ear.
He softly laughed in her ear, “I told you cutie... Only if you’re quiet. Good girls get to cum... can you be good..?”
“...yes...yes...yes...yes..! I promise..!”
Harry finally let her go. He whispered a little spell, releasing a little magic spell that kept her from cumming.
“Nnngghh..!” The girl bit into his neck, clinging to his body with all her limbs as she muffled a sharp squeal. Her pretty brown eyes flutter in pleasure, her body rocking against him in climax.
“Haaah... Haah...”
Harry held her tight, enjoying the feeling of her hot, worked-up body pressing so snugly into his. Then he slowly sank his cock deep into her soaking, spasming pussy and let himself go too. The girl whimpered, shaking like mad as she felt the blissful, satisfying feeling of getting her womb flooded with Wizard seed.
...
Harry poked his head out of the broom cupboard, “Psst..!”
He heard a whispered voice call back, “You’re clear..!”
Harry grinned brightly and threw the door open, his arm wrapped around the waist of a cute, petite, eight-teen-year-old Hufflepuff in the year just below Harry. She clung to him selfishly, not willing to let go. Her cute brown eyes looked up at him, full of adoration.
He kissed her forehead, “That was fun... let’s do it again sometime Anna...”
The girl blushed up to her ears.
Harry glanced over to a dark-haired girl who was biting her lip and looking awfully jealous. He grinned at her, “Thanks for keeping watch. You’re a good friend.”
“She better appreciate it!”
“Uhm..!” Anna called out to him as he started to pull away. She clutched at his robes, “N-next time...” She ducked her head shyly, but seemed to muster up a little bit of courage.
She suddenly leaned into his chest, and he felt a hand grab the thick bulge in his trousers, she muttered quickly, “I-I’ll do anything you want..!”
Harry grinned, hugging her waist, “That’s a date. I’ll see you soon.”
She squeaked as he suddenly reached down behind her, pulling up her skirt to grab two big handfuls of her shockingly round, plush bottom. He squeezed those thick cheeks, peeling them apart and giving her soft tush a little pinch.
She squeaked, snapping her legs shut and burying her face in his chest.
“A-ahem...”
Harry turned to see the other girl staring wide-eyed at her friend’s naked ass. More importantly, her friend’s lack of panties... and the thick, cloudy liquid spilling down her legs.
“D-did you... cum inside her...?” The girl asked with a quivering voice and a bright red face.
“Yeah. She really enjoyed it. Right Anna?” Harry asked with a smirk, pinching her bottom again.
“Mhm..!” Was all the girl could manage.
Harry then met the gaze of this dark-haired girl, whose name he didn’t even know.
“S-she’s not on the potion...” The girl stammered, “R-right..?” She looked at Anna with wide eyes.
“I know.” Harry said simply.
“..!” The dark haired girl chewed her lip for several seconds. He watched her shift her weight from left to right, squeezing her plush, creamy thighs together, “S-so... t-the rumors about you... t-they’re true then..?”
Then she opened her mouth, “N-next time... c-could I..?”
He grinned. He knew nothing about this girl. He didn’t even know her name. She’d just stood guard so he could grab her cute friend for a broom closet quickie. Despite that, and even after he’d admitted to potentially impregnating her friend, this girl wasn’t put off at all. If anything, she looked HORNY.
The feeling Harry felt would never get old.
“Mmpgh..?!” The girl’s eyes shot open as suddenly Harry was on her. He grabbed her hips, lifted one thigh up to his side, and stole her lips in a passionate kiss.
Soon, they were trading tongues as the dark-haired girl wrapped her arms around his neck and nearly jumped up into his arms, grinding herself desperately against him. For a moment, Harry thought he’d have to pull her into the closet next... until he remembered where they were.
A throng of students came around the corner, forcing the pair to separate with wet lips. The dark-haired girl barely tugged down her skirt in time.
“Well, see you girls,” He waved at them casually, as if nothing was amiss.
They blushed together, “Bye, Harry~!”
“A-anna..!” The dark-haired girl quickly reached over to pull Anna’s scarf up her neck, hiding the dark red hickey Harry had left on her neck. As students passed them, both girls tried to put on innocent faces despite their fierce blushes.
“Oh, Merlin, he kissed me!” She exclaimed to Anna once they were in the clear, “And you?! Did you really let him cum inside?! How was it?!”
“A-Amazing💞”
Harry chuckled as he heard Anna’s breathless, dreamy response.
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The first two months in the castle flew by in a flash.
There were some unsavoury rumors floating about the male side of the student population. He’d nearly gutted Malfoy in the corridors just yesterday when he’d caught a few words from the ferret’s mouth.
‘…mudblood’s putting on pounds…’
There had been some pretty vicious curses from the Black Library come flying from his wand. He was lucky that Narcissa happened to be nearby to swoop in and mitigate the damage. (That was, fix Malfoy up just to the point that Dumbledore wouldn’t expel Harry and dump the sap in the Hospital Wing)
Harry was impressed once again by Narcissa’s silver tongue. Even facing Dumbledore’s legendary disappointed stare, she was undaunted and spun a masterful story that ended with Harry merely being sent off to bed to ‘think about his actions’. Not even a detention. Naturally, he spent the whole night in Narcissa’s bed, rewarding her with hot, exhausting sex that made her late to classes the following morning.
But petty rumors were just something he and the girls would have to get used to… At least, until the Hogwarts students realized what was REALLY happening, when Hermione and Ginny’s bellies swelled up even further with child.
The two girls were now about ten weeks into a pair of confirmed pregnancies. Their little bellies were now sporting small but visible baby bumps. Madam Pomfrey was discreet as could be but assured them that everything was going well thus far.
Seeing the proof of their pregnancies made Harry randier than ever. The girls had missed quite a few classes, and passed out drooling in their dorms with cum-leaking pussies. He couldn’t help it. Something had changed between them. They were the mothers of his children, and that made them IRRESISTIBLE. It’d gotten so bad he couldn’t even be in the same room as them without a raging hard-on, eager to sink into their pregnant pussies.
Hermione suffered the worst, barely disguising her moans in class as Harry sat beside her, groping her plump thighs or sliding his fingers down inside her soaked knickers. That wasn’t to say Ginny got off free. Harry used his Marauder's map to ambush her in the halls anytime he could between classes, pulling her into a nearby classroom for a hot and fast quickie. Then he’d send her back to glass with cum leaking down her thighs and a spanked red bum.
Hermione and Ginny had never been happier!
But it wasn’t just his two girls that were showing.
Molly had sent him a pretty moving picture of her flaunting her new baby bump, while Narcissa was just starting to show enough to warrant masking it with a clever illusion during classes. In private, he got to feel the way her belly was beginning to grow, the first child in a new generation of Blacks.
...Then there was the situation in the Gryffindor Girl’s dorm. Harry’s seed was as fertile as could be and, in one fell swoop, planted itself firmly in the wombs of a few dozen Gryffindor Girls. With magic, it was easy to detect a pregnancy in its earliest stages, so it didn’t take long to find out just how fertile he was!
Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Fay Dunbar, and so many others were just two weeks behind Hermione and Ginny in pregnancies.
With so many expecting already, the girls all went a little baby crazy. Harry has had a wild time trying to keep up with them. They all seemed giddy and excited to be becoming mothers together. He’d often found them stripped down to their knickers, comparing their growing baby bumps behind the closed doors of the dorm.
And with how Harry had made it plain that he was into dirty, horny Witches, the girls didn’t care so much about ‘keeping up appearances’ and hiding the naughty sluts they were on the inside. With two dozen of them joined together in this perverted harem of Witches Harry was building, it was easy for them to let their ‘inner sluts’ out together.
He’d often found them lazing around behind closed doors in their dorm rooms, ‘practicing Transfiguration’ to transform each other’s plain knickers into something slutty and revealing. Similarly, they ‘practiced’ conjuring by summoning plastic toys to play with. And when they were just ‘innocently’ lounging around talking amongst each other, Harry was surprised to hear the vulgar language and horny banter that came from their lips. He was reminded every day that these sweet-looking girls were just horny little sluts on the inside.
Now that Harry had torn down their deep-ingrained stigmas about sex by forcibly starting an orgy right there in the Girl’s Common Room, the girls didn’t care so much about stripping down with each other or even masturbating together.
All of them were eager for his attention. And some of them had realised they could win it, if they just paired up and traded some hot, tongue-wrestling kisses or intimate touches. He’d be on them like the snitch, throwing one on top of the other and fucking their cunts while they held each other for support.
As the only man who would treat them right, as the horny little sluts they were, Harry had his hands full!
Not that he minded one bit! If it meant he got to kiss their growing pregnant bellies and fuck their horny cunts, Harry was happy!
Harry Potter had forgotten something quite important with all of this craziness about the castle.
...The Tri-Wizard Tournament!
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“W-well?! Don’t leave me in suspense..!” Ginny said with a pleading voice.
Harry smiled up at her, sitting down on his knees. His pretty little firecracker was sitting up on a hospital bed with her robes pulled open. Her huge freckled breasts were snugly squeezed tight together in her large, lacey black bra. As much as Harry appreciated the delectable view of her freckled, expanse of cleavage... his eyes were focused lower right now.
The sight of Ginny’s little belly. Once tight and slender, with her athletic frame, now he could see her little belly starting to swell outward. It still wasn’t too big. With her uniform on, one would have to look closely to notice too much but… with her shirtless, he could see it clearly.
Madam Pomfrey, the school’s nurse, stood at the side, holding her wand to Ginny’s belly. She kept her face from revealing any information, until she eventually finished her analysis.
Then she smiled, “As I suspected...”
Ginny’s face brightened like the sun, showing her pearly white teeth in a brilliant smile.
Harry touched her tummy, feeling the subtle curve of her growing belly. Maybe it was just because she was so much smaller, but the swelling baby bump Ginny was showing seemed more apparent than Hermione’s...
And it seemed like there was reason for it.
“You mean?!” Ginny squealed.
Madam Pomfrey nodded, “You’ve got a pair of twins there, dearie... congratulations.”
“Oh, Harry..!” Ginny squealed again, looking down at him with a big smile and wet eyes, “Twins! I can’t believe it..!”
“It’s incredible Gin...” Harry said softly, leaning forward to gently kiss her cute belly button.
Ginny’s face slowly flushed as her grin turned a little naughty, “S-such a stud...” Her voice said breathlessly, “K-knocking me up with twins... on the first go...” She licked her own lips, getting horny just thinking about it.
“T-that’s amazing Ginny...” Hermione said softly, sitting down on the bed next to her. She held a hand to Ginny’s belly, feeling the round bump, “Twins...”
Harry smirked at her, seeing the subtle, concealed pout hidden in Hermione’s eyes. He stood up, kissing Ginny’s cheek sweetly and then Hermione’s forehead.
“Feeling jealous, love..?” Harry whispered to Hermione in a teasing tone.
Ginny looked at her with a little mischievous grin.
“N-no..!” She denied with a blush, but with the two of them looking at her knowingly, she ducked her eyes away, “M-maybe a little...”
“Don’t worry...” Harry said, stroking her hair as he pulled her face into his chest, “If you want twins... I’ll give them to you...”
“..!” Hermione let out a sharp breath.
Harry continued, “If not this time... then I’ll knock you up again... and again... however many times it takes..!”
“Nngh..!” Hermione and Ginny both lightly moaned, squeezing their legs together. Both of them knew in their hearts that Harry’s words weren’t just baseless promises. Ever since Narcissa took them to the hospital wing, and had Pomfrey confirm their pregnancies, Harry hadn’t been able to keep his hands off them. Now they couldn’t even make it to class without a fresh, hot creampie leaking down their legs.
“It seems I’ll have my work cut out for me...” Madam Pomfrey sighed, “I knew you were trouble, Mr. Potter, ever since you first earned a bed in my hospital wing in your first year!”
“Now you’re knocking up your classmates willy-nilly! You’re lucky Hogwarts allows pregnant students! I’m happy for the girls since they all seem to be thrilled to be carrying your kids... but how do you expect me to deliver all these babies at once? At least space them out a bit!”
Harry chuckled at the familiar scolding tone in Madam Pomfrey’s voice. Even after revealing his incredible new sex drive and fertility, Madam Pomfrey didn’t change how she treated him. When he came in with three pregnant girls, one being Professor Black herself, Madam Pomfrey just gave him one glance and a simple, ‘Impressive, Mr Potter’.
He had to hand it to the Medi-Witch. She was business first. Unlike the young, horny Witches he called classmates, she didn’t blush or stammer when faced with proof of his virility, or blatant sexual desire. She seemed unfazed, and almost fooled him into thinking that SHE was different from other Witches... that she had no sex drive like they did.
She almost fooled him.
“Mhm.! What do you think you’re doing, Mr Potter..?” Madam Pomfrey said with a clipped tone.
Harry slipped over behind her, sliding his arms around her slender, womanly waist. Then he hugged her from behind, pulling her body close. It was hard to tell beneath a thick, Medi-Witch robe, but Madam Pomfrey was just as thick and curvaceous as any other older, fully-developed Witch.
He felt her plush, thick booty press against his groin. Right up against the erect, excited shaft of his cock hidden in his trousers. He held his hands on her slender stomach, right above her empty, untouched womb. Looking over her shoulder, it was easy to appreciate the curve of her breasts. Her chest swelled outward so dramatically that he couldn’t even see past the shelf of her tits. He knew from experience that beneath these thick robes, Madam Pomfrey had a grade-A MILF body thick and sexy enough to compete with Molly, Narcissa, or Madam Pince.
Even with his hands on her body, she kept her tone neutral, looking at him sharply over her shoulder, “Hands to yourself, Mr. Potter, or I’ll throw you out!”
Even with her giving him a sharp glance that would’ve made him cower in fear a year ago, Harry grinned arrogantly. She really was a looker, with a soft complexion and a youthful face. All it took was a little eyeshadow and luscious, painted red lips to make her steal his heart. He never would have admitted it, but Harry didn’t mind the Hospital Wing as much as he acted in his first few years at Hogwarts.
And it was because of her. While her methods weren’t exactly ‘gentle’, Madam Pomfrey was the closest he had, next to Molly, to the feeling of having an older, motherly figure caring for his needs. Harry had developed a little crush in his first few years at Hogwarts. Now...
“C’mon Pomfrey...” Harry whispered playfully in her ear, “Aren’t you a little jealous too..?”
“H-hmph..!”
For the first time, Harry saw cracks in Pomfrey’s mask. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her breath caught in her throat. The way she slightly trembled in his arms as she weakly tried to pry his arms off her waist.
Ginny saw what he was doing and grew a big smile. She stood up on her feet, not bothering to pull her shirt back on, and grabbed Pomfrey’s hand. She placed it on her growing belly, “Heheh, feel that Madam Pomfrey? That’s what Harry’s big dick does to a Witch~! He knocked both Hermione and me up in one shot each, you know! He cums enough to pack your womb full!”
Pomfrey wore a slight blush and shivered, “I-I know dear... H-he must be very fertile... all those Gryffindor girls showing up pregnant at once... it’s like they were all knocked up at the same time...” She muttered lowly, looking down at Ginny’s naked belly.
“Do you want kids, Madam Pomfrey?” Hermione joined in next, sliding up to her other side and purring in her ear, “I’ve always had a dream of being a mother myself... but I didn’t know why until Harry BRED me like a bitch💓~ Now I’ve never been happier, knowing I’ll have a cute little baby to coddle in seven months...”
Pomfrey chewed her red lip, looking at the two pregnant girls with a frustrated face, “S-stop it..! D-don’t give me any ideas, you naughty girls..! If I’M pregnant, who do you suppose will be delivering your kids, hm?”
“I’m sure there are some capable Medi-Witches at Saint Mungos who’ll be happy to fill in for you!” Hermione provided without missing a beat, “I’m sure they’ll be excited once they learn the Hogwarts’ own Madam Pomfrey is expecting!”
“Mmngh..!” Pomfrey finally let out a hot, womanly moan, feeling Harry’s lips sucking on her neck, his hands roaming around her belly.
Harry stayed quiet, teasing Pomfrey with kisses to her neck and arms wrapped around her waist. Since they seemed so enthused, he let the girls do the talking.
Ginny pushed onward, grinning up at Pomfrey, “C’mon Pomfrey... Aren’t you a little jealous? With so many girls coming in pregnant... don’t you want kids too? Harry can give you a baby... it’ll only take a bit... you just have to ask..!”
“Mmngh..! Mmgnh..!” Madam Pomfrey slowly started to falter, letting out a sweet voice under the combined attack of the two girls and Harry. He grinned, kissing her neck as he felt her plush, round bottom start to back up against his groin, pushing up against his stiffy.
Ginny and Hermione tag-teamed her from the front. Hermione started working on opening the buttons of her blouse, while Ginny gently pulled her robe off her shoulders.
In just a few minutes, she finally gave in.
“F-fine..! D-do as you like..!” Madam Pomfrey huffed.
...
“Nngh..! F-fuck..! Y-your cock is so much BIGGER than I imagined... M-mr Potter..!”
Harry grinned, “I think we’re passed that by now, Poppy~!”
The incredible curves of the school’s Medi-Witch were bared now to Harry’s gaze. He laid her down missionary in the same hospital bed they used to check the status of his girls’ pregnancies.
Her huge, heaving breasts bounced and jiggled freely on her chest every time he thrust his big, fat cock into her welcoming twat. Hermione and Ginny held her hands on both sides, stripped out of their clothes entirely to show their growing bellies and naked tits.
“Heheh~ this’ll be you in a couple of months, Poppy~!” Ginny said teasingly, tugging Poppy’s hand to place it on her pregnant belly, “Once Harry knocks you up..!”
“Mnnggh..” She tried her hardest to keep her voice down, squeezing her eyes shut, but it was too much to take. Soon she was letting out the passionate howls of a woman getting fucked.
“Mmmh... and these big, juicy titties of yours...” Hermione said erotically, softly squeezing Poppy’s bouncing breasts, “I bet they’ll look even bigger, all swollen up with milk... I can’t wait 💞~!”
The two girls looked up at him with pure lust in their eyes, “Fuck her, Harry~!” They begged him together.
“Gnngh..!” Harry grunted softly as he grabbed Poppy’s thick thighs and started railing her pussy hard and fast.
The school nurse let out cries of passion. Her face warped in a beautiful expression they hadn’t seen her wear before. The poor hospital bed creaked dangerously with his heavy thrusts until Harry finally buried his cock to the hilt and pumped Madam Pomfrey full of fresh, fertile seed.
A few minutes later, Poppy was moaning deliriously, tenderly spreading her own creampied pussy lips as she enjoyed the fulfilling afterglow that followed a Witch’s impregnation.
It wouldn’t be long ‘till she confirmed it with a spell... and joined the growing ranks of Harry’s baby mommas.
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The evening chill had begun to set in, bringing the crisp bite of October nights in the Scottish Highlands.
After classes, the students gathered outside the castle’s main gate. Due to the cold, they were bunched up in tight groups.
To Harry, it looked rather ridiculous.
He scoffed at how all the wizards that called themselves ‘men’ were gathered together seemingly as far away from the crowd of Witches as McGonagall would allow. They seemed wholly disinterested, preferring to even talk about coursework than pay any attention to their female classmates.
But that suited Harry just fine. It made it easy to sneak between the crowd of tightly gathered Gryffindor girls. The girls giggled and smiled as he slipped inside their group and whispered to them a quick command. A few moments later, they stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a wall of eager, busty girls to block him from view.
That way, he could grab a girl he fancied and play with her while they waited, out of the watchful gaze of Professor McGonagall. Luckily, she was busy scolding the boys for crooked ties and untucked undershirts.
Meanwhile Harry was carefully hidden from view, playing with Katie Bell. The short, brown-haired upperclassman was panting hotly, biting a knuckle to hide her moans while Harry held her tight from behind.
“Mnngh..! H-harry..! H-harry..!” She breathlessly moaned.
He’d jerked her skirt up from behind, tugged her knickers down to her knees, and made her stand there, slightly bent forward and breathing down the neck of Alicia while he fucked her tight, round ass from behind.
Harry, for the first time, was glad there wasn’t Quidditch this year. Otherwise, it would be rather hard to play with Katie, Alicia, and Angelina, who would be cradling an eight-week pregnant belly.
Harry put his hand over hers while groping one of her fat boobs over her shirt and kissing her neck passionately. Katie’s eyes fluttered as she desperately muffled her own squeals, feeling Harry’s thick cock stretching out her cunt as he fucked her hard and fast.
“Mnngh..!” Her eyes rolled back as she felt the familiar bliss of hot, fresh cum getting pumped into her pussy.
Harry cradled her tightly, holding her soft body against his warmth throughout her own intense climax. When she was done trembling, and dropped her hand from her mouth, he stole her lips in a fierce hot kiss.
Katie Bell moaned in disappointment as he pulled his messy cock free and tugged her knickers back up to cover her cum-leaking cunt. Then she softly moaned, “T-thank you Harry...”
He gave her firm little ass a gentle and quiet spank and sent her off to join the other girls in the crowd. Then he grabbed Lavender’s arm, and pulled the girl into the circle's center.
Lavender giggled with glee, meeting his lips in a hungry, hot kiss and shoving his hand under her skirt. Harry chuckled as he felt her wet pussy, realising that Lavender went without knickers throughout her classes.
As Harry slipped his cock into Lavender’s eager twat, the other girls all tried to keep the apparent blushes off their faces. They sneaked glances when they could, watching the blissful look on Lavender’s face as she rocked her hips against Harry’s. Each of them chewed their lips, squeezing their legs together as they stained their knickers in their excitement. Each of them was jealous and horny, wanting to take Lavender’s place... but knew it wouldn’t be long until Harry fucked their horny cunts next.
He worked his way through three more girls before finally, something disrupted his fun.
“Mr. Potter.” McGonagall’s stern tone was paired with a piercing stare from her yellow cat eyes, “Wouldn’t you prefer to be with the boys?”
Harry gave her an innocent face, “I’m happy right here, Professor.”
To avoid any chance of a scolding, Hermione was quick at his side, straightening his tie and patting down the wrinkles in his uniform. She flashed McGonagall, such an innocent, ‘what can you do’ smile as she cleaned him up that Harry had to struggle to contain a snicker. The strict Transfiguration Professor would never assume that Hermione was one of the girls with a fresh, hot creampie leaking beneath her skirt.
Minerva looked at him strangely, as if truly surprised by his response, then nodded once, “Very well...” She turned her back to him, unaware of how his gaze fell on her shapely backside.
As Minerva strutted off, unknowing of the show her clicking heels and swaying arse was offering to Harry, he decided to relax for a while. He snuggled up to Angelina, flashing her a little smirk as he wrapped an arm innocently around her waist. She gave him a seductive smile as he reached down, and she started grinding her big, booty against his palm.
Hermione and Ginny stood together on his other side, while other girls gathered around him naturally, fighting for the spots as close as they could be on either side.
Together, they watched as the crowd of boys suddenly started to gasp and point to the sky, where a dark shape moved along the evening sky. Harry heard Dumbledore’s announcement and awaited the arrival of Beauxbatons.
“Heheh, French girls...” Angelina whispered playfully, “Are you feeling excited, Harry? Ready to score some French pussy?”
“Mng...” Harry slightly groaned, feeling suddenly very tight in his trousers at Angelina’s teasing tone and the quick grope she’d taken of his bulge, “If they’re hot...” Harry said, “But I’ve still plenty to pick from at Hogwarts you know...”
Angelina moaned. Even with beautiful young French hotties strutting about in front of him, Harry was busy fondling her thick bum. As much as he loved to break in new slutty Witches, Angelina was the soon-to-be mother of his child, so she looked even more desirable to him.
Soon, the carriages landed, pulled by giant-sized winged horses. The first carriage opened up, and out came Madam Maxine, a woman as tall and imposing as Hagrid.
Then, the French students… and, most importantly, the French Witches came out. Harry wasn’t disappointed. It seemed like whatever wondrous magic made British Witches so extremely buxom and supernaturally beautiful also applied to French Witches.
They were all extraordinarily beautiful, so much so that Harry had difficulty choosing where to start.
That was because he hadn’t seen HER yet.
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While the Hogwarts students were ushered back into the castle, preparing for a welcoming feast for the other schools, one unopened carriage remained settled at Hogwarts’ main gate.
Harry was back at the Gryffindor table, on the girl’s side of course, making small talk with his growing collection of pregnant girlfriends. (And secretly fingering Parvati’s sweet pussy under the table)
As the Indian girl on his left moaned and hid her face in his shoulder, Harry glanced up at the staff table. He saw that Hogwarts had extravagantly decorated the hall with banners and such, but that was not what caught his attention. Professor Black was sitting there innocently, but an empty chair was set aside on her left side.
He caught her looking at him and smirked. She gave him a suave smile and discreet wink. Narcissa had promised that tonight would exceed his expectations. But Harry did not know why. She knew he had no interest in this silly tournament. So why...
Harry would soon find out, as the doors to the hall opened...
And a goddess walked in.
Leading the flock of the Beauxbatons students was a woman so extraordinarily beautiful. Harry was shocked that he had missed her earlier. (He didn’t know, but she hadn’t yet left the carriages when he’d returned to the castle)
She was tall and curvaceous. Her hair was long and silvery-blonde, falling down to her wide hips. Her skin was fair as snow, and combined with her hair and glittering blue eyes, she had the appearance of an angel. Yet there was something sinful in those blue eyes and how her full, pouty, painted lips rose in a prideful smirk.
She led the other girls with her nose in the air as if they were naturally inclined to follow behind her. The tight, figure-hugging blue robes of the Beauxbatons uniform showed her unbelievable curves. Her large, shapely bust, dipping waist, and wide hips created a perfect, jaw-dropping hourglass that had Harry staring hard.
“Oh my god..!” He heard Hermione hiss beside him, staring just as hard and lustfully as he was. If he’d glanced over, he would’ve caught her drooling. Suddenly he felt a hand on his thigh, sliding up to fondle his stiff cock through his trousers.
“Mnggh..!” Parvati was trembling beside him, biting into his shoulder to hide her squeals. He knew she was cumming, because her tight, soaked walls SQUEEZED down on his fingers.
It wasn’t just them, either. Ginny kicked off her shoes to tease her little toes up his legs, biting her lip with a red face. Likewise, all the girls around him seemed charmed by this beautiful woman.
Who was she?
Instantly, Harry knew who his first French Witch would be.
“S-she’s a Veela..!” Hermione panted hotly in his ear, pressing her hot, horny body up against his, “H-harry, she’s a Veela..!” Hermione kept repeating in his ear, her voice desperate and needy.
He trusted her to know. After all, she had felt first-hand the effects of a Veela’s Allure back at the World Cup. Hermione didn’t have much inclination toward the female sex until those slutty Veela cheerleaders went between her legs. It was life-changing, Hermione had told him.
“A French Veela...” Harry grinned, eyeing up her incredible curves. He felt his cock swelling massively in his trousers, getting squeezed by Hermione’s horny hands.
“T-there’s more..!” Hermione suddenly hissed.
Harry tore his gaze from the stunning beauty of the girl in the lead, eyeing the crowd of French Witches until he found who Hermione was talking about.
Suddenly, the choice of his first French Witch was once again unclear. Because toward the back of the crowd was another jaw-dropping beauty with features as gorgeous and perfect as the first. They could ONLY be sisters. It was the only way to explain their similar, outstanding beauty.
If the elder sister had a build like Lavender’s, busty and wide-hipped, then this girl had a build more like Ginny’s. A smaller, petite frame with more slender hips, while still boasting a large, impressive bust.
If the elder sister was an angel, then this younger woman was a fairy. Her glittering blue eyes lacked all the pride and superiority of the elder. She wore an excited grin as bright as the sun, with eager, playful eyes that were glancing all about the hall. She stared up in wonder at the charmed ceiling and floating candles, amazed by the magic.
Compared to the sister, whose eyes were teasing him with sex, this girl seemed almost remarkably innocent.
She was walking toward the back, seemingly escorted by a teacher. But upon a sharp double-take, Harry realized this wasn’t just a teacher.
With luxurious, ethereal blonde hair, crystalline blue eyes, and matching fair skin, there was no mistaking who this woman was. Tall, and extraordinarily BUSTY, the older woman’s vast, buxom cleavage pushed up tight by her dark blue bodice had Harry drooling with lust.
While her features were older, she still had plenty of the same youthful beauty as the two other Veela in front of her. This woman could only be the gorgeous Veela mother, who passed on her extraordinary beauty to her two angelic daughters.
Harry’s head was filled with all sorts of dirty thoughts. Of grabbing the elder sister and throwing her down on the table, pounding her pussy, and marking her as HIS. Thoughts of having that sweet, innocent younger sister looking up at him with her big, blue eyes while he claimed her virginity for himself. And thoughts of SMOTHERING himself between the vast, massive BREASTS of the Veela MILF, before adding her to his collection of pregnant mothers.
“H-harry..!” Hermione whimpered at his side, feeling how hot and HARD he was beneath his trousers.
“Ginny...”
“Yes?!” She squeaked, hearing the low, dangerous tone in his voice. She looked at him with big eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Get under the table.”
“...Y-yes..!” She stared at him for a second, then quickly obeyed with an eager tone. Blushing red, she blatantly ‘dropped her fork’ and then ducked under the table. A few seconds later, she was huffing on his groin, struggling to unbuckle his belt with shaky fingers.
Harry groaned as he grabbed a fistful of red hair and pulled Ginny’s head down, plunging his HARD cock down her throat in one smooth motion.
“Ggllllcck..!” Ginny’s eyes rolled back with lust as she started franticly blowing him.
“Mmgh...” Hermione and Parvati moaned, leaning into his sides as they watched Ginny choke on his cock with lustful eyes. They both pulled Harry’s hands down between their legs, begging him to finger their soaking cunts.
All around them, girls watched with burning jealousy in their eyes, whimpering as they silently begged Harry to give them attention, too.
They all felt the presence of these Veela.
Harry had his eyes glued to the Veela MILF in particular. Her daughters joined the other blue-robed girls at Ravenclaw’s table, but she strutted her wide, child-rearing hips up to the staff table, teasing Harry with her fat, swaying ass in her figure-hugging robe.
Then she strutted right up to Narcissa Black, who rose to greet her with kisses on both cheeks. The buxom Veela MILF sat her fine ass down in the empty chair beside Narcissa and started chatting with the Potions Professor like they were old friends.
“Narcissa...” Harry growled lowly, catching a discreet, sideways glance from his busty, pregnant wife.
The woman’s eyes were sinful and teasing, quirking him a little smile before she went right back to chatting with her new guest.
He remembered her teasing him with secrets, ‘I’ve prepared a surprise for you darling~!’ She said with a smirk, ‘I know you’ve no interest in the tournament, but I’ve prepared something to keep you entertained~! Just wait until the feast tomorrow, I promise you won’t be disappointed~!’
He hadn’t decided if he was going to throw Narcissa down on his bed and make sweet, sweaty love to her for such a wonderful gift... or spank her fat ass raw for keeping this busty, fuckable Veela MILF a secret from him.
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Fleur Delacour held her head up high.
She had much to be proud of. Unmatched beauty, undeniable sex appeal, excellent academics, and, most importantly, heritage as a Veela.
That was why she couldn’t help but turn her nose up at the swaths of wizards gawking at her from the long tables of Hogwarts’ Grand Hall.
She, like every Witch, understood the lackluster sex drives of Wizards. That was why she despised them.
Even with her advantage as a Veela, Fleur looked down scornfully on men. As a Veela, her Allure was so powerful that it could drive even most prudish, stubborn wizards into an aroused state. She could have her pick of the lot.
But to Fleur, that didn’t matter.
She was a walking goddess of sex. A succubus!
But no one had claimed her virginity yet. After all, why should weak, pathetic cocks of wizards get to touch her Veela body? Any man she gave even a second of thought merely came in their pants as she whispered in their ears or gave their groins a fleeting touch.
She despised those men.
Being a Veela in the modern world was a curse. A body that CRAVED cock. The virile, powerful cock from an alpha male. A man magically powerful, and dominant, someone who could make HER bend down and be seeded with superior offspring.
Sadly, no such man existed.
And as a prideful, beautiful Veela, Fleur REFUSED to settle for some average, quick-shot wizard to give her offspring. No. If there were no man virile enough to match her, then she’d simply swear them off forever.
After all... there were plenty of hot, horny French WITCHES that were all too eager to hop into her bed and tend to her insatiable sex drive.
That was why Fleur turned up her nose. She thought this was all pointless. A silly little competition for wizards to find ‘entertainment’ when they should be ‘entertaining’ themselves with witches instead.
Yet despite her seeming disdain for the competition, Fleur still planned to enter her name.
Her own Maman did not approve of her preference for women. She claimed that Fleur needed a hard cock in her life, if she wanted to be happy. Apolline Delacour claimed that whichever wizard was powerful enough to win the competition would be worthy of her mate.
But now that Fleur had glimpsed at the options available, she was horribly disappointed.
Veela were creatures of sex. Because of this, they had a natural instinct to finding suitable mates. Thanks to this ability, Fleur could ascertain the length and girth of a wizard’s cock just by looking at him. She could sense his fertility and his virility just be smelling him.
Thus far, Hogwarts’ stock of wizardfolk failed at all accounts. Not even a single one of them was worth a second glance.
Disappointed and frustrated, she turned her head to the Witches’ side of the table, hoping to at least find a few cute English Witches to play with during her time in the castle.
...and that was when Fleur Delacour met the eyes of Harry Potter... and her entire world was flipped on its head.
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“W-who is zat?” Fleur breathed into the ear of the blushing Ravenclaw witch sitting beside her.
“U-uhm..!” The young woman seemed to find it hard to tear her eyes away from Fleur’s beauty, but when she saw Fleur completely ignoring her to look toward the Gryffindor table, she followed her gaze.
“O-oh... you mean him..?”
“Yes...” Fleur said, “’Ze one with ‘ze Gryffindor girls...”
“T-that’s Harry Potter...” The young woman stammered, “H-he’s well... he’s...”
“Yes... Tell me about ‘im.”
“T-there’s all sorts of rumors about him... some are just horrible you know... and some... w-well... I-I’m not one to speak about those...” She said, making Fleur even more intrigued by the fierce blush on her face.
“H-hey, where are you going..?” The girl called out as Fleur suddenly rose out of her seat and started strutting toward the Gryffindor table.
Fleur found herself approaching him before she could stop to think. Her natural instincts as a Veela were singing to her. Compared to the other men, this ‘Harry Potter’ was someone worthy of her attention.
She could tell at just a glance... how big his cock really was.
She had to speak to him, to know if it was truly real, or if somehow her Veela instincts were wrong. And if they were right, if this gifted, blessed man had the sexual stamina to back up just a ridiculously big package.
Even if he didn’t last... well, there were certain spells she knew as a Veela that could keep a man from cumming... maybe she could keep him as a pet.
But as she drew nearer, Fleur felt those thoughts float away. Something else took its place as she started to smell him. The scent was thick and potent, and it took her a few moments to realise what it was. His scent was saturated around the table. As if carried by dozens of Gryffindor Witches.
“Excusez moi...” Fleur tried her best to steady her voice, thinking of some weak excuse to speak to this mysterious man... and made the mistake of looking over his shoulder.
“Gglllrrrrck..! Gllllrrrrck..! Glllrrrrck..! Ggllllrrrcck..!”
Her eyes widened slightly. She stood there motionlessly. She could hardly even comprehend what she was seeing. It was so surprising.
A young, red-headed woman was beneath the table, her cute, freckled face buried in Harry Potter’s lap. Her lips were stretched wide, wrapped tight around a thick, obscene-looking pillar of meat. Her eyes were rolled back in ecstasy as she gurgled and choked, spittle flying from her lips as she threw her head down on his COCK as if possessed.
Fleur felt her body heat up, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in the thick, VIRILE scent of the man before her. She could tell from just his scent. This was a man who could go round after round of hot, steamy sex without softening. A wizard blessed with a big cock, and a shocking sex drive. Every Veela’s deepest fantasy.
“H-he’s perfect..!” Fleur thought to herself obsessively, “J-just as M-Maman promised me... T-the PERFECT mate..!”
“Oh sorry..!”
Fleur snapped her gaze away from the sloppy blowjob, focusing her full attention on the man that glorious cock belonged to. She saw him looking up at her with a cocky smirk, patting the red hair bobbing on his lap.
“Forgot to cast a Notice-me-not, I guess...” He chuckled carelessly, as if he didn’t even care that she caught him in the act. Then he looked down with a smile on his lips, tightening his grip on the younger woman’s red hair, “Put it away Ginny...”
“Hhlllccck..!” The girl let out a gurgled choke as Harry forced her head down to the root, shoving every thick inch of his cock into her throat. He held her head down there tight, lips sealed around the root, as he looked back at Fleur.
“Anyway, did you want something..?”
“U-uhm...” Fleur swallowed, suddenly speechless.
She couldn’t believe this man, this wizard, was just holding down some eager slut on his cock while speaking to her so casually. It was the first time she’d ever seen a wizard acting… shameless.
But this is how it should be, she supposed. Harry Potter had no need for shame. Not with a fat fucking cock like that and a willingness to just jam it down a girl’s throat right here in the Great Hall.
Fleur slowly started building an idea of ‘Harry Potter’ in her head. A man so amorous, so lustful that he couldn’t even wait ‘till the feast was over to get his dick wet. He just grabbed the first horny, willing witch and used her throat to relieve himself.
The thought of such a wizard made Fleur tremble with excitement, swallowing the spit in her mouth.
“A-are you entering ‘ze competition?” Fleur asked eagerly, unaware of how her voice came out in the same overly enthused tone as her own little groupies.
Fleur couldn’t help her excitement. She saw this as a perfect chance. SURELY such a man would enter the competition and sweep it! Then she would have her Maman’s approval, take this man as her mate... and spend every moment of her life riding his incredible cock!
“Ah, you mean the Tri-wizard tourney? Nah, I’ve got no interest in fame or glory, thanks... besides my time is uh...” He looked down at the face of the girl his cock was buried in, “A little occupied recently...”
Fleur’s face suddenly fell. He wasn’t entering?! That couldn’t be the case!
“B-but you must..!” She blurted out without thinking.
“Hm?” He looked at her sideways.
“A-ahem... Y-you see, my Maman ‘as decided ‘zat ‘ze winner of ‘ze competition shall be my lover...” Her face brightened up as suddenly Harry turned his full attention to her, seemingly very intrigued. She felt her body heat up again as she saw him looking at her with such desire. For the first time in her life, such a gaze from a wizard was flattering.
“S-so... I-If you are interested in taking me as your... w-wife... y-you must win ‘ze competition..!” She said finally.
“Oh...” Harry Potter smirked teasingly and looked directly into her eyes. “You sound pretty excited. Do you want me to win?”
“U-uhm..!” Fleur suddenly blushed, realising how desperate she sounded, “N-non..! I-I mean, compared to ‘ze rest of your peers... I would prefer that it would be...”
Harry grinned devilishly at her, “I understand... but you see, I don’t really want to deal with all the tournament nonsense. These kinds of things have ended pretty badly for me in the past. I’ve got a better idea... if YOU win the competition, then your Maman won’t force you into anything, right?”
Her face beamed a bright smile, “Y-you’re right..! I see..! If I win myself... then I can choose my own lover..!”
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For perhaps the first time in her life, Fleur felt highly embarrassed. She didn’t know what had overcome her the previous evening upon her first meeting with Harry Potter. She just got so excited discovering such a big dicked, virile stud, that she lost control of herself for a second.
She must have looked terribly silly, blushing over him like a schoolgirl with a crush. She was a fully developed adult Veela, for Morgana’s sake! After clearing the butterflies from her stomach (And failing to sleep all night long) Fleur regained control of herself.
She’d already determined that Harry would be hers, now all she had to do was win the tournament... and of course, win Harry’s heart in the meantime. She spent all morning ignoring her fellow Beauxbatons in favor of plotting ways to seduce him. While the approval of her Maman would be just perfect, Fleur didn’t plan to wait all year to sample that cock.
So, with her plan in mind, Fleur felt confident again. No matter how great a wizard Harry Potter was, she knew he would fall for her charms.
Who could resist a Veela? A creature that could even make the dullest wizard take an interest in their bodies. Harry Potter would certainly fall to her Allure.
...
“Fleur Delacour!”
Her heart jumped in her chest, face lighting up with a radiant smile. It seemed even the Goblet of Fire was on her side.
She strutted forward, ignoring all the fixated gaze of witches and wizards alike. She only cared for one gaze in the crowd. The smirking, green-eyed gaze of Harry Potter, who watched her walk up to the Goblet as Beauxbatons’ Champion.
She threw him one strong look before she disappeared beyond the doors.
“Watch me, Harry..! I’ll win it~! And then… YOU will be my prize~!”
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“Are you really going to leave Fleur alone for the whole tournament?” Hermione questioned him immediately as he watched the new French Champion disappear into the next chamber.
It was cute. Hermione seemed to have a pout on her lips, like she was disappointed. Her eyes told him she WANTED him to bang that hot, blonde Veela.
“Of course not!” Harry snickered, “Even if I wanted to, I bet I wouldn’t even make it to the First Task without pouncing on her! She’s just too damn sexy! I just wanted to get a feel for who she was first... I’m surprised she seems so interested..! Did watching Ginny choke on my cock REALLY make such an impression?”
It was impressive Harry had the restraint to resist pouncing on Fleur right away... but it was probably only because he had already experienced the pleasures of a Veela lover... many, MANY times in a row with his harem of Bulgarian Cheerleaders.
Or maybe the ‘allure’ his own baby mommas now held over him was strong enough to keep his interest on them rather than chasing French skirts.
“But I wonder how her ‘Maman’ will feel,” Harry supposed, “Once she learns that Fleur is fucking around with a British Wizard...”
“Heheh, it won’t matter...” Ginny grinned lewdly.
“Right..!” Lavender eagerly joined in, thinking the same filthy thoughts as the redhead, “Didn’t you see her up by Professor Black? She was so fucking HOT~!”
“And if she gets in your way... I-I mean, if she tries to cockblock you...” Hermione continued, chewing her lip with a little light moan.
“I’ll just fuck her senseless..!” Harry declared, and all the girls around him let out moans of approval, getting horny and needy, just imagining their big-dicked stud pounding the sexy Veela MILF.
Harry felt completely fearless. After all, the only thing that stood in his way was just a WITCH. He wondered if he was getting too arrogant, solving all his problems with his dick..?
Probably not.
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End of Chapter
A/N: The next chapter will showcase more of Fleur getting to know who Harry REALLY is. (she still hasn’t noticed that all those girls around him were already pregnant)
What do to about Fleur’s pregnancy? She can’t exactly fight dragons and delve into the Black Lake carrying a child, now can she? The way I see it, we have two paths.
Damn the tournament! (Harry impregnates her anyway)
Fleur gets disqualified by getting knocked up and we ignore the tournament entirely.
Take mother and sister as substitute! (Fleur gets jealous)
To keep himself busy, Harry goes after Gabrielle and Apolline instead. He’ll still have sex with Fleur, just won’t get her pregnant.
Comments
Silkyspectre
Both? Both works (road to El Dorado meme)
Markus Hertle
oder pansy und die anderen slyterins . luna und die ravenclaws hannah abbott
Hunter Help
Where is Susan? She would be showing her bump just about now.
yan boul
In are clean bed in addition.
Jonathan Sánchez
I hope Durmstrang did bring in some women because that would be fun; I wonder if Harry slept with the headmistress of Beaubaton? It would be funny if Fleur got really frustrated seeing her colleague and mother and headmistress pregnant or found him having sex in the carriage.
Yannick Boulianne
I hate to see him having fun in the other dorms as he did in Gryffindor if the high boys of the school prefer to have fun together I don't see PK Harry could not do are groups with lots of beautiful women from all over school and more I know who will do it Beaubaton women but Dunmstrang has he bring women or all his men?
Rann Organa
Why not just have Harry claim the Veela as a prize for Winning the Tournament?
BoozeHound
breed the two veela and make the 3rd so baby crazy she'll be ready to be bred right on the victors podium and in front of the 3 schools
