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Horny Witches Ch 2 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2023-11-20 01:00:03 +0000 UTCSummary: November Poll Winner - Breeding/Impregnation! Harry Potter takes the girls to the Quidditch game. With a stadium full of lonely witches, and a field of Veela Cheerleaders, Quidditch is the last thing on his mind!
Chapter Two: World Cup
“That’s good Ginny..!” Harry said happily, laying back and watching her work, “Show me that freckled white arse of yours bounce!”
Ginny rode his cock, hands behind her head as she tried to jump and bounce on his cock. Her knees were on the bed, but she managed her feet up on his chest, trying her hardest to leverage her meaty bum up and down. Still, she was building a steady tempo, clap, clap, clap, of her round asscheeks colliding against his skin.
Harry’s eyes were glued to her round, white ass. Her plump cheeks so deliciously dusted with freckles. He loved watching the way it bounced against his groin, rippling with every slap of their flesh. Between those delicious looking cheeks, he could see a little pink flesh of her pussy as it clung to his cock, slick and wet, splashing with her juices everytime she collided against his hips.
Hermione was lazily lying on her side, cuddled into his muscular chest. She softly moaned as his strong hand groped her plump breast, tweaking her nipple.
Harry brought his other hand to Ginny’s deliciously soft ass, gliding over her sweaty skin before giving the soft meat a firm squeeze.
Smack~!
He clapped that thick booty with his hand, enjoying the way Ginny yelped and bounced faster on his cock. Her tight, snug pussy felt like heaven wrapped around his shaft.
“S-spank me, Harry..!” She mewled breathlessly, as she leaned with her hands on his knees and threw her butt down again and again, clapping her cheeks against his groin. She was glad he couldn’t see her face, and the lewd grin she was wearing, “S-spank me again..! It feels so good..!”
Smack~!
Harry obliged, smacking her cushiony bum until that pale white globe had a nice red handprint.
Smack~!
Smack~!
Smack~!
“Yes~!” Ginny cried out with glee, her pussy spasming around his cock. Her eyes started to roll back, every loud collision of Harry’s firm hand on her meaty asscheek made her entire body jolt and tingle with pleasure. Her pussy started cumming delightfully, making a mess of her juices between his legs.
“Oh god, I’m cumming~! I’m cumming so hard Harry~!”
Harry watched with lust as Ginny’s tight, slender shape started to tremble like a leaf on his lap, barely staying mounted on his cock as she quivered through an orgasm.
As Ginny’s voice rang out in loud, senseless moans… there was a knock on the door.
“...Ginny dear… have you seen Harry?”
Harry smirked. Molly knew exactly where he was. That was why her voice came through so soft and hesitant. The red-haired MILF was preparing herself for what came next.
“OH GOD I’M STILL CUMMING~!” Ginny’s voice raised louder, making sure her mother heard the way she shrieked while she slammed her thick ass down on Harry’s lap again and again. Her sloppy sex filled the room with a sticky, wet slapping noise as she fucked herself silly.
The door opened.
“Harry…” Molly’s voice came quietly as she slipped inside, “And girls… We’re heading into the stadium now, will you join us?” Molly ducked her eyes shyly, trying not to stare too blatantly as her precious daughter shook her ass on Harry’s lap like a total slut, grinning with a goofy expression as she came messily all over the bedsheets.
Harry laughed lightly, watching Gin shake as she squealed. She was fit and energetic, but even she could only bounce on his cock for so long before her body gave out. So he threw her feet off his stomach and leaned straight up, nearly throwing her face-down on the bed. He grabbed her by the neck, squeezing playfully light while he met Molly’s eyes. Then he grinned widely and started to fuck her daughter harshly, clapping his hips against her rippling ass until he came himself.
“Sure. Just let me cum inside your daughter one..! More..! TIME..! Then we’ll be right down..!” He grunted, his voice just barely carrying over the loud clapping sound of sex.
Molly was breathing heavily, her eyes kept flicking over to her daughter’s bum. She watched the way her daughter’s round, fat ass RIPPLED with the quaking force of Harry’s brutal dicking.
Harry grunted, eyeing Molly’s soft, sweater-stretching breasts as he hilted himself in her daughter’s tight cunt and blasted it full of his virile spunk.
Apparently today was the World Cup. Weeks ago he would’ve been thrilled at the chance to go to a professional quidditch game. Now it was just time wasted, that could’ve been spent stretching out Ginny’s tight little cunt.
He really had made a total transformation.
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“Don’t worry girls… I can get us any seats we want.”
Harry’s boast had made Hermione and Ginny flutter with excitement, his firm arms around their tight, womanly waists. He pulled them possessively, away from the crowd of Weasleys, and off to their own special seats.
But these seats were not private. No, despite the fact that Harry Potter had the wealth and fame to get the most expensive seats in the house, Harry chose something else instead. He walked them around the stadium, looking for something to catch his interest.
Harry finally found something at his arena to entertain him…. Other than the pair of warm asscheeks filling each of his palms. His fingers were buried beneath the two busty girls’ skirts, down the band of their panties, and playing with their booties. Ginny’s ass, he was groping harshly, listening to the way she gasped. Hermione, he was practically fingering, sliding fingers down the warm crack of her thick ass, and reaching down to tease the soaking folds of her twat.
He pulled them into a corner row, with Hermione hugged tightly to his left, and Ginny sitting on his right knee. They didn’t understand why he had sat them there, other than the slight privacy provided by being in the back row.
Harry whispered to the pair of excited girls, “Hey Hermione… Isn’t that Padma?”
Hermione glanced down, and her eyes landed on a beautiful, Indian girl sitting a few rows beneath them. She was together with some friends from Ravenclaw, and her Gryffindor sister was nowhere to be found.
“Yes…” Hermione stopped short as a wave of magic passed over them. She tingled as the familiar feeling of a notice-me-not charm washed over them.
“Thought so.” Harry said casually, as if it were mere coincidence. Then he brought her attention to more important matters.
Hermione blushed deeply as her hand was brought to his trousers. All thoughts of the Quidditch Game starting up in front of them were lost as her slender fingers felt the thick, hard heat radiating from the bulge in Harry’s pants.
She gasped and couldn’t help but grope it, grabbing around with her fingers as if trying to measure the massive length and girth hiding away in his pants.
Then she mewled with excitement, feeling his firm fingers grab the curly mane of her hair. Harry gave her a firm, searing look, and dragged her head down.
Hermione’s face was brought down to his groin, but she wasn’t embarrassed or humiliated. No, she just began rubbing her face against that hot bulge, panting like a bitch in heat as she did.
Then she was pushed down to her knees, and she automatically went between his legs, unbuckling his pants with giddiness.
“Quidditch can be fun… but it’s nothing when I’ve got a pair of busty, slutty witches like you two at my side.” Harry said to them both, holding Hermione’s hair as he grabbed a handful of Ginny’s abundantly soft boob in his other hand.
They both moaned softly, Ginny pushing into his chest and begging for a kiss, while Hermione freed his massive pillar of a cock and began rubbing her cute face against its throbbing meat.
Soon, Hermione was choking noisily, face forced down until his girthy meat was stretching her tight throat open. Her tongue greedily lapped at this length while her lips were wet with spit and drool. Her eyes were wet with tears as she was dragged up and down on his cock, in a fast, drooling blowjob.
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Not too far away, Padma Patil, Ravenclaw, and one of the few girls who could compete with Hermione in academics (And bust size) was watching the game.
But unlike her friends, who were all gawking at the Quidditch Players like a gaggle of fangirls, Padma couldn’t focus on the game. Something kept bothering her.
It was like something was tugging at her, drawing her attention away. She kept looking around in confusion… until she saw it.
To her left, and up a row or two, was Harry Potter!
Her mouth fell open as she stared at him, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks. Somehow over the summer he’d turned into a beefy, handsome stud, that made her drool more than even the most famous Quidditch star.
Then her eyes went huge!
She saw Hermione hanging off his arm like a slut! The quiet, bookish girl was flashing cleavage like a harlot, and it didn’t seem like Harry was bothered one bit! Even when she flatted those huge breasts against his chest, he was smiling at her, not calling her a tramp and storming off.
Was Harry different from the others? There was no way, but the thought lingered in her mind.
Then, she saw something unbelievable, that shifted her whole worldview.
Hermione was grabbed by the hair and forced down to his lap. She saw the lewd, lustful look on her slutty face as she kissed and grinded her face against his trousers. Then she was on her knees, and something huge came rising out of Harry’s pants.
“N-no way..!” Padma gasped, she could see it, even from here! That thick, throbbing monster towered over Hermione’s face, draped over her face, thicker and longer than a beater’s bat.
Then he grabbed her by the hair and started forcing that thick beast down her throat.
Padma raised her fingers to her smooth neck, mouth watering as she watched Harry fucking Potter face-fuck Hermione Granger into a drooling, mascara smeared mess right there in the Quidditch Stadium!
Padma’s thick, tan thighs squeezed tight beneath her skirt. Her panties slick with her rapidly growing excitement. Watching her school rival choke on a massive cock was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Before she knew it, she had her hand buried in her skirt, and was sliding fingers through her slick lower lips right there in a crowd of her closest friends.
She whimpered, chewing her soft lips as she stared unblinkingly at Harry and Hermione.
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Harry grunted, blasting his thick payload over Hermione’s face. She giggled as it caked her face and held her tongue out lewdly, aiming that thick cockhead to shoot its spunk into her eager mouth.
Harry came way too much to handle, but Hermione was a greedy slut, and tilted his cock down when she got overwhelmed, covering her cleavage-baring blouse in his sticking seed.
Harry chuckled, eyes occasionally glancing over to Padma. He couldn’t see her well, but knew she’d been staring unabashedly at their little show. Thanks to his magic, Padma could only see him and Hermione, not Ginny, and only HE could notice Padma during all of this.
Seeing another sexy girl from Hogwarts made him randy, and he enjoyed teasing her with Hermione’s slutty face-fuck. He remembered that the sexy, tanned-skin Indian witch had a twin sister in his house. Padma and Parvati. Twins.
He looked down at Hermione, who was sucking cum from her fingers, grinning dumbly up at him. He shoved his cock back in her warm, wet mouth. Letting her clean him off before he once again pushed Padma out of the notice-me-not charm.
With their complete privacy restored, he grabbed Ginny and pulled her all the way into his lap. She squealed with surprise, clutching his neck. With one arm around her tight waist, and the other beneath her thick, soft thighs, he lifted her up.
Her face was red with lust, and her tongue hung out as she breathed roughly in his face, flashing him needy, horny bedroom eyes. With her held sideways in his arms, he raised her up on his lap.
“Hermione…”
The cum-covered bookworm had a front row seat, kneeling beneath them. She grinned with excitement, and pulled Ginny’s wet, thin panties to the side. Then she wrapped her slender fingers around the thick shaft of Harry’s cock, and guided it to Ginny’s tight little slit.
Ginny squealed as she was dropped on his lap, engulfing his throbbing length with her tight love tunnel once again. It’d only been an hour or so, but her tight vaginal walls clung to him, missing every second they went without his pussy-stretching cock sheathed inside her.
He held her tightly in his arms, and sucked her tongue into his mouth in sloppy kiss while he began fucking her tight cunt once again.
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After another round of hot fucking, Ginny really was exhausted. She was leaning on his chest now, drooling against his shoulder while she murmured love-struck words to herself. Her panties were shoved back up her legs, trying and failing to keep the cum pouring from her freshly fucked twat.
Harry had Hermione pulled against him again, soft boobs pushed into his chest. He was letting her stroke and pump his still-stiff cock while he stared down at a nearby family that had caught his eye. As much as he enjoyed teasing Padma, right now his desire was stolen from the Indian witch.
He kept his eyes trained on a rather stiff looking woman. With dark black hair, dyed blonde on the sides like she was trying to blend with her husband and son. She was stunningly beautiful, with the prim and proper look of a pureblood princess.
But had the hourglass of a Grade A MILF. The black, elegant dress she wore boasted a field of snowy white cleavage that stretched wide enough to smother a man. She had a tight little waist, that flared out into wide, welcoming hips. And there was no hiding that beautiful rump that filled out the backside of her dress wonderfully.
She looked dreadfully bored, frowning at her son as he made a fool of himself, cheering loudly.
He had his arms squeezed behind the girls on his sides. One, holding Ginny’s shoulder, idly stroking her arm. When he could get away with it, he pulled her close and slid his hand deep into her cleavage, taking a possessive squeeze of her plump titties. The other hand was buried behind Hermione. His fingers dug down the waistband of her skirt and panties, slipping down into the crack of her ass and toying with her tight backdoor.
Then he saw the MILF rise from her seat and excuse herself. He rose from his seat eagerly and followed that tantalising bum. The girls whined as he left, but he gave them each a bold kiss, and a whispered promise of naughty things. When he left, Ginny had fallen to the side, catching herself by falling face-first into Hermione’s soft cleavage. She started licking and sucking any left-over cum that was still stuck between those soft mountains of plush fat.
Harry left them to entertain themselves for a while. He tracked the swaying, thick backside of his target MILF all the way to a nearby bathroom.
He raised his wand to the door, brimming with magical power. The notice-me-not he placed was powerful enough to make the whole damn stadium forget this bathroom existed.
He saw her rolling her eyes at the mirror, pretending to busy herself powdering her already perfect nose while muttering about ‘silly sports’. Her lucious, ruby red lips looked delightful. He imagined them wrapped around his cock.
“Lady Malfoy.” He said as he clicked the door closed behind himself.
She jumped, turning and placing a hand over her chest just above her massive bosom.
“Mr… Potter.” She said curtly, “I don’t think you should be in here.”
He walked right up to her with a confident smile that had her frozen. She didn’t even think of going for her wand.
He grabbed her slender wrist, “Oh I’m exactly where I should be. Itching to bend Draco’s dear old mum over the bathroom sink of a Quidditch stadium… and fuck her tight, neglected pussy until she forgets his fucking name!”
Her eyes went huge, and her mouth fell open blankly. She gaped, speechlessly.
“Y-you…” She swallowed, “W-what did you just say? I believe I misheard you..!”
“You heard me, Narcissa.” He grabbed her slender hips, pulling her into his arms until her gigantic tits squished against his chest, “I can’t believe those boys out there… Howling at sweaty men on broomsticks, while a fucking goddess is sitting right there, eager and willing for all sorts of adult fun.”
“H-harry..!” She gasped in shock, “If my husband knew you put your hand on me, then..!”
Narcissa squeaked like a girl, spun on her black heels and bent over at the waist. She steadied herself gripping the sink and just managed to look at Harry’s face in the mirror before noticing his raised hand. She gasped-
Smack~!
He gave her thick, MILF booty a good greeting smack.
“How's that for laying my hand on you Lady Malfoy..?” He said with a cocky Potter smirk, “If only your husband knew…”
‘God her ass is amazing!’ It was wider and fatter than Hermione’s or Ginny’s, but somehow kept a delicious, tight-looking shape, even as it jiggled like marshmallows under his palm. These witches’ asses were literally magic.
Smack~! Smack~! Smack~!
“Oh!” Narcissa’s breath came out sharply, letting slip a womanly moan. Her perfect, pale cheeks were now dusted with rosy blush. Then she gained that look in her eye. That look that screamed at Harry, ‘fuck me’.
He grinned at her in the mirror, while she tried to school her features, “Now here’s what's going to happen. We’ve only got a bit to play before the game ends. I want you to turn around and kneel, right here on the filthy bathroom floor, and slobber on my cock like a good little slut. I want to see a red lipstick ring all the way at the root. Then I’m going to pull this sexy dress up, rip off your panties, and fuck you like you’ve been desperate to be fucked for years.”
Narcissa’s cheeks were pink. She shivered. She couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips, “W-what if I refuse?”
He smirked so cockily, knowing she couldn’t. Then he leaned forward, and stuffed that rock-hard slab of cockmeat against the vast cheeks of her ass. Her eyes went huge.
“And miss a chance with a real man? A real, genuine son of the Black family…” That dawning look on her face, reflected in the mirror felt fucking fantastic. He grinned cockily, “You would never.”
“I-Impossible…” Narcissa gasped, “The B-blacks..? T-there’s no way, unless…” Suddenly those crystal blue eyes flashed as she recalled the family tree.
As her eyes filled with understanding, it was quickly followed by excitement and anticipation. He grinned at her cockily, watching her undergo this understanding through the mirror. Then he smirked, “See for yourself.”
Her smokey eyes trailed down his muscular chest, down to the stiff, obvious bulge of his trousers. Those crystal-blue eyes of hers grew huge, staring disbelievingly at the sheer size stretching out his trousers. Her breath came sharp.
Not ten seconds later Narcissa was on her knees and her shaking fingers were tugging desperately at his trousers, trying to prove it was real. Then she got her answer when that fat, heavy rod slapped down on her face.
“Oh Merlin.” She tried to keep a decent face, but it quickly devolved the moment she breathed in his masculine musk. The full, throbbing proof of Harry’s heritage stared her plainly in the face. There was no wizard that would have a cock like this, except the genuine heir to the Black family line. She knew this more than anyone… because she was a daughter of the Black family.
That was why she felt very little hesitation as she lowered her head… and obeyed.
Harry grinned widely, watching as Draco’s mother brought those perfectly painted ruby lips to his balls. She kissed them worshipfully, moaning like a harlot as she buried her face in his sweaty ballsack. He let her pepper it with kisses, marking her place there for the day.
Then he took her perfect hair, balling it up in a fist, and dragged her face back up, “Get to work, slut. Get it nice and wet before I stretch out that tight, unused cunt of yours.”
She opened her lips wide, sucking the huge helmet of his cock into her mouth. She made a gurgled choking noise as already he was bumping roughly with the back of his throat, but he didn’t care. He wanted to cum quickly and powerfully.
He shoved his hips forward. With a loud, gluurck, he started pushing down into the tight, clenching tunnel of her throat. Her tongue was eagerly lapping and slurping, delighting in the taste of a real man for the first time in her life. Her eyes were lustful, and desperate.
“Taste that slut?” He chuckled, “Guess where it’s been today? Balls deep in Ginny Weasley… Molly’s youngest.”
Her eyes flashed. For a second there was a look of anger, with furrowed brows and a scornful look, but when his hips thrust every last inch of thick cockmeat down her throat it faded away. Her eyes glazed, half-lidded with her little perfectly powdered nose buried in his pubic hair. She lightly gurgled on his cock, placing delicate hands on his thighs, but didn’t try to resist. Instead, there was a smouldering look of lust in her eyes.
“How's her pussy taste huh? Pretty good right? You should count yourself lucky, getting to share this cock with her.” He grunted and started swinging his hips, bucking into Narcissa Malfoy’s tight throat.
“Glluuurrck..! Glurck, glurck, glurck..!”
Narcissa gagged lightly, choking on the thickest cock she could imagine plundering her throat. She couldn’t take it. Tears ran down her cheeks, while spittle dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts. Still, he fucked her throat like it was his own little sex toy.
“Fuck, why’s Malfoy gotta have such a hot mum..? I want to steal you from him. I’d keep you home in bed, fucked so hard you couldn’t even move..! I’d keep you naked, barefoot, and fucking pregnant!”
Her throat seemed to vibrate as she moaned, looking at him with now undisguised desire in her eyes. He didn’t even have to guide her anymore, she was deepthroating herself on his cock. Even with tears streaming down her face, she was desperate. Skull-fucking herself like she was begging for his seed.
That’s what he gave her. He didn’t have time to savour it. Their little romp in this bathroom would be quick and dirty.
He blasted his heavy cumload down her throat, making sure to pull out just enough to fill her mouth completely with his cum. Then, feeling evil, he pulled free of her lips and shoved his cock into the tight cavern of her bodacious cleavage. While she was covering her lips to keep from choking on the huge volume of seed, he was thrusting down violently, carving his ejaculating cock down into the squishy soft valley of her boobies.
Her soft, milky tits felt heavenly, gently squeezing around his twitching cock. He pumped heavy, sticky cumloads down into her dress, making sure he covered those delicious-looking tits in a glaze of his cum. Now she was covered from the tops of her breasts, all the way down to her stomach in his sticky seed.
She wore a humiliated face, but still kept her mouth shut. Her cheeks were puffed out, bloated with the huge amount of cum he’d pumped into her mouth.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
The sound of her swallowing thickly, trying to swallow all of his seed without choking herself was too sexy. She looked up at him, letting out a hard breath.
Then… she flashed him a horny, submissive look that made him go wild, and she stuck out her tongue.
“Aaah~!”
He saw her extend pink tongue, and all the cum in her mouth was swallowed. Her eyes looked gorgeous, with ruined makeup smeared down her cheeks, and cum sticking to her face.
His cock throbbed, lurching one final time as it splattered the last of his load onto her waiting tongue. She moaned softly, closing her mouth to swallow it down with a lustful look in her eyes. She stared up at him with awe, those crystal blue eyes of hers offering her complete attention.
He smirked down at her submissive, cum-caked face, “That’s a good look for you. Really takes the snobby pureblood princess look away, when you’ve got your perfect make-up ruined and you’re covered in my semen.”
Narcissa shuddered, but did not open her mouth.
“Now let’s get on with it!” Harry growled.
He pulled her to her feet, bent her over the sink and jerked up her dress. Her black, expensive lace panties were decorating the snowy white cheeks of a perfect, abundantly thick ass. Narcissa’s vast asscheeks were soft and plump, as were her thighs. It appeared to be the result of a life of luxury and leisure, doing nothing but sitting on her plump ass all day while living off her husband’s wealth… Yet it was not undesirably fat. Thanks to magic, she maintained a deliciously round shape, with no imperfection or flaw in her skin.
That huge, pear-shaped bottom was just too enticing to ignore, so he grabbed her black lace panties and slid them down her thick thighs.
“W-wait..! H-harry please..! I-if my husband hears about this, who knows w-what he’ll do to you..!” Narcissa’s voice shuddered, and was surprisingly laced with genuine worry, “I-If you truly are a Black scion… even then he’ll-!”
Harry smirked, suddenly the snobby bitch was all worried about him. Not him, he knew, but rather she was worried about losing his magnificent cock. Men of the Black family were all but lost nowadays, and his specimen was the only one she'd ever have access to.
Still, he shut her up rather easily.
“You have a cute asshole.”
“!!!” Narcissa’s tirade stopped as her mouth clicked shut. He saw her face flame red in utter surprise and embarrassment through the mirror. Her crystal blue eyes snapped up to his, and he smirked at her as he looked down, his thumbs spreading her vast asscheeks wide to look at her tight, pink asshole.
He tugged those thick cheeks apart, and her little pink star winked at him.
“..!” Narcissa’s lips stayed sealed shut, as her wide eyes watched him nervously through the mirror. Her thoughts must’ve been racing at that moment, with the way Harry was looking at her pristine, untouched backdoor.
Then he grinned, and leaned down.
“W-wait..! Harry, don’t even think about..!”
Narcissa’s voice melted into a surprised, high-pitched moan of shocked pleasure, feeling a hot tongue suddenly between the soft pink lips of her pussy. Harry greedily sucked at her lower lips, tasting the flavour of the frustrated MILF for just a moment, before he journeyed up, sliding his tongue through the deep valley of her thick asscheeks until he was teasing her delicate, winking asshole with his tongue.
Narcissa slapped one hand over her mouth to disguise the way it made her moan erotically. She bit into her fingers, eyes squeezing shut as her ass was toyed with by a man half her age.
“N-not there..! P-Please, Harry..! I-it’s not right..! A-anywhere else..! I beg you..!” Her voice was certainly begging… but with how hot and heavy it came from her lips, Harry could only hear it begging for more.
He gladly rubbed his face between the weighty, soft cheeks of Narcissa’s plump, spankable ass. Her silky smooth skin on these glorious, perfectly round and bouncy cheeks was too much for him to contain himself. He wanted to devour them. So, he began teasing and playing with her, tonguing her tight backdoor while he groped, smacked, and jiggled those glorious MILF asscheeks in his hands.
“M-my ass…!” Narcissa’s voice was half-scandalised, and half utterly overwhelmed by the naughty taboo of her son’s schoolyard rival touching a place no man had ever been on her body, “Oh god..! Oh merlin..!” She gasped erotically, and before she realised it she was reaching one hand behind, grabbing his soft black hair and pushing her fat bum back into his face. She grinded back against him like a harlot, all while tingling with ecstasy.
Harry Potter melted her under his touch, until she had a shameful, shrieking climax, knocking her knees together while her untouched pussy clenched down with desire. Then Harry finally rose back to his feet, leaving her delicious ass with a playful bite on one soft cheek.
Narcissa moaned lustfully, panting as Harry embraced her soft body from behind. She melted against him, her soft, motherly curves fitting so perfectly into his hard, firm muscle. Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked back at him, softly biting her lip, “M-my husband would’ve never… No man would ever even think of touching me there…”
“They’re missing out then.” Harry smirked. Witches all had a special ritual that removed their body’s production of waste. That meant that Narcissa’s tight little backdoor had no use but for him to play with. It was just another hole to fuck.
“Y-you deviant…” Narcissa panted.
“You said that like you love it…” He said while pawing her ass, “Prepare yourself, Lady Malfoy. I haven’t shown you anything yet..!”
With his hand possessively groping her soft tush, Narcissa felt his words resonate inside of her. He wasn’t threatening anything, he was claiming ownership. Her body was becoming his… and she wasn’t sure she wanted to stop him.
“A-are you really heir..?” She had to know.
“You tell me…” He grinned devilishly at her, “Did I take the inheritance ritual? You should know, it would ramp up my libido, making me a lustful, horny little deviant. You know, the kind of pervert that follows the sexy swaying arse of any ol’ fuckable MILF he sees, and chases her into a nearby bathroom…”
Narcissa’s mouth fell open again, panting.
“It’d be easy to tell, because my thick cock would grow even bigger than it already was, and just wouldn’t go down, no matter how many times I came inside a slutty little red-head, and pumped my loads down a MILF’s tight cleavage…”
Her tongue fell out of her mouth as she gasped, and rolled it around her lips, remembering the thick taste of his potent seed in her mouth.
He grinned deviously at her, and pushed his huge, throbbing cock against her giant ass, sandwiching it between the softness of her cheeks.
“And who knows..?” He leaned over to whisper huskily, “I’ve heard there’s a certain ritual… that’ll ramp up a man’s fertility so much that just one creampie can knock a witch up instantly…”
Her eyes went huge again, and her body started to shiver as he slid that thick cock down her ass cleavage and prodded his head against her gushing pussy lips.
“...w-wait…” Narcissa’s voice came out weakly, “...d-don’t…”
They both knew she couldn’t resist any longer, and Harry felt her pushing up against him, trying to coax that bulbous cockhead into her hungry snatch. Her lower hole was clenching so tight that she couldn’t force it in herself.
He grabbed her wide hips and teased her, prodding her sex and splitting her lower lips just slightly. Once she whimpered, watching him with trembling legs he went for it, “So Narcissa? Do you think I’ve learned all those juicy Black Secrets? About witches and their rampant, carnal desires? About how they break down when faced with a wizard who will feed their desires?”
“Haah..! Haaah..!” Narcissa’s voluptuous chest heaved with her heavy breathing.
“I guess that’s a yes…” He grinned.
Her snowy white thighs still had her lacy black panties held up between them, wet from the line of fluids drooling from her horny quim.
He squeezed his fingers into her soft hips and seconds later, his fat cock was buried to the hilt in Malfoy’s mother.
Narcissa squealed like a pig, unprepared for the sudden full penetration. Harry groaned with bliss, grabbing firm handfuls of her massive, MILF assmeat, as he thrust his hips deeply into her. Her tight cunt was spasming in climax already, squirting on the bathroom floor like a whore.
“Now..!” He grunted, “I don’t have much time..! So I’ll savour every last second of this pussy! Brace yourself slut… I’m not gonna stop until your fucking addicted to this cock. I want to hear you begging for more!”
He put his words to work. Narcissa screamed like a slut, getting fucked in a dirty bathroom in a quidditch stadium. Harry’s powerful thrusts smacked into the doughy fat of her round ass so harshly that the snowy white cheeks turned red.
He grabbed her slender wrists and jerked them back, pulling hard enough to make her back arch while he fucked her forward with hip-slamming thrusts. She screamed like a banshee, heavy, cum-splattered tits swinging like a pendulum everytime his cock carved through her clenching tunnel.
“Let me hear it slut..!” He growled viciously, high on lust from the pleasure of railing Draco’s utterly stacked mother while the pompous blonde was off cheering for sports, “Scream for me!”
“Harry..!” Her angelic, noble voice came out in a lustful shriek, “Slow down..! You’re breaking my poor pussy apart..! I’ve never had something so massive inside me..! Not even the biggest of my toys! Please~ have mercy~!”
Hearing her beg just drove his lust higher, and he slammed his hips into hers unceasingly, making those thick mountainous cheeks quake. He railed her sloppy, juicy cunt until her knees were knocking together and her face in the mirror devolved into an animalistic, slutty grin.
The feeling of making Narcissa Malfoy make such a face was euphoric.
Just imagine what cumming inside her will feel like. Making her bear your bastard child.
“Oh..! My..! God..!” Narcissa squealed with every brutal pistoning thrust into her sensitive, neglected cunt, “I’m cumming~! I’m cumming~! I’m cumming so hard~!” Already she was drooling, eyes rolling back with sexual bliss.
But Harry had just gotten started with her.
He endeavoured to fuck her harder, to drive her mad. He flexed his powerful muscles, throwing his entire body weight into his bitch-breaking thrusts, carving his name on the entrance to her womb everytime his huge cockhead slammed into it.
“Tell me Narcissa..!” He ground out through clenched teeth, “Have you ever cum like this..?!”
“N-no..!” She cried submissively, “Never..! I’ve never been fucked like this before..! Merlin, I’ve never been fucked before..!”
“Heh..!” Harry grinned, her words exactly what he wanted to hear, “You do feel tight as a virgin..! What, your husband not good enough to please you..?” His blood boiled at the thought of Lucius even touching this gorgeous babe.
“N-no..!” She cried out happily, then her voice cracked as it faltered, “H-he’s hardly even touched me..! Not once since I conceived Draco..!”
“Don’t worry..!” Harry silently promised, “I’ll give your body the decades of sexual satisfaction it’s missed! I’ll make you forget Draco’s fucking name..! Then, I’ll give you a REAL child to care for..!”
“Narcissa..!” He grunted as he railed her, “Be mine!”
His heavy balls churned as he imagined pumping this fertile, MILF full of baby-making seed. He wanted to drown her ovulating womb in his spunk, and make her belly swell up with his child. He wanted to make her his slut, his baby-maker, his big-tiddy pregnant concubine… maybe even his wife.
He plundered her cunt for everything it was worth, not stopping to let her finish a climax or even get another word in, he just fucked her as hard as he could, making sure to reach the spots in her sensitive cunt that made her scream the loudest.
Then he let himself go. He took immense satisfaction, burying his cockhead in her tight walls, primed at her womb, and blasting her baby room full of his seed. His balls eagerly pumped her full, shooting blast after blast of piping hot seed. Her legs buckled and he had to catch her from falling. She screamed out in utter delight, body wracked with orgasmic bliss.
He watched her beautiful face warp with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as she moaned like a true woman. Then when he was done and she was panting hard, catching her breath… he delighted in the look on her face.
That wide-eyed, mouth hanging look of shock as she realised he came inside her. The filthy words he whispered to her earlier, the reminder of the Fertility Ritual, rang in her ears. She could feel that molten hot cum swirling in her womb, and for a second she felt an intense, tingling within… like something had just sprouted inside of her.
“Y-you..!”
He grinned and slapped her ass hard, “How’d you like your first real creampie Narcissa? I wonder if just one round was enough to knock you up?”
Her face was a storm of emotion and kept cycling between acceptance, eagerness, confliction, and finally… utter satisfaction. He watched her struggle to keep the smile of a satisfied woman off her lips, her body humming with post-coital bliss.
He grabbed a firm hand of her ass and then leaned over to whisper harshly in her ear, “Enough teasing. I want you to know I really fucking loved that Narcissa. Your pussy is top tier. If you ever grow the spine to ditch your limp-dicked husband then send me an owl. I’ll marry you just for divorcing the tosser, and you can spend your days getting fucked into my bed.”
Her body trembled, and she whimpered like Hermione. She even shared the hesitant, wide-eyed stare as his bookish slut. Eyeing him like she’d surely misheard.
“W-what..?” Her voice quaked.
“You heard me. I learned you're a daughter of the Blacks. I found your name on the tapestry. I’ve recently taken the headship of the family, and undergone the inheritance ritual. I’m the bone-fide Head now. I’ll even take you as my wife, you can be Lady Black and do what you want with the family, so long as you don’t run us into the ground… And you bear my children.”
“But… if you don’t divorce him… yet still want to have some fun with me… then here..!” He suddenly smacked her ass loudly, making her squeal, “There’s a gift on your asscheek. It’s a magical tattoo. Check it out when you get home. Here’s the rules. We can fuck whenever I, or you, want. BUT- If you ever show your husband that tattoo, therefore showing him your naked ass, OR you try to take a contraceptive potion… It’ll disappear, and I won’t touch you again.”
Her eyes were wide. She was quiet for a long time. Then she ducked her head, “W-were you serious..? About divorcing Lucius..? And… getting me pregnant?”
He smirked at her, “I know it’s every witch’s dream to be a mother. Believe me, I’m serious. I’ll knock you up as many times as you want. And yes- If you ditch Malfoy, you wouldn’t be able stop me from throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you back to my cave.”
Her body trembled again, and he felt her pussy clench down in a little orgasm. She bit her lip sexily, and looked at him through the mirror.
“O-okay…” She said submissively.
Harry grinned victoriously. Just one rough sex session and he’d made Draco’s Mum make that face. Now Draco probably had a little half-sibling growing in Narcissa’s womb. He wanted to see the look on the ferret’s face.
“Heh.” He already knew her answer.
Smack~!
His hand came down sharply, clapping loudly on the bare asscheek of the MILF. She squealed, and then heard his command, “Squat down and spread those legs slut, I want something to remember this moment.”
And so, he got Narcissa Malfoy to squat down like a muggle stripper, thick thighs spread open wide to show off her freshly fucked cunt, while she slobbering on his massive cock with ruined makeup and tears sliding down her cheeks. You could see the cum still caking her fat tits in sticky white cream and pooling in her shelf of abundant cleavage… while his magical camera snapped and recorded her slutty self deepthroating him in the bathroom, fresh cum still leaking down from her reddened twat to pool in the floor between her spread-wide legs.
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Harry was once again riding his high. He’d watched Narcissa try to pretty herself up again, spending minutes sucking cum off her fingers. It was incredible how the lewd MILF regained her elegance after such a brutal fuck. She even made the act of slurping his cum look regal, gently sucking on her finger like she was sampling fine, aged wine, not the creamy cum from a young stud.
She’d tried to hide the spunk caking her tits by massaging into the silky smooth skin of her cleavage, only making him harder with every little movement. Then she disguised the cumstains seeped into her ruined dress with a wave of her wand.
Then he sent her off to go play wife for an unloving husband, while her ass was still spanked red from his hand, and her freshly-fucked cunt was still pumped full of his seed. He pocketed her lace panties, cleaning them with magic to have himself a nice souvenir. He watched her make do with another display of magic, using some fantastic spell to keep his cum plugged inside her pussy so she wouldn’t be caught with it leaking down her legs, as she walked back to stand beside her husband.
And the Tattoo? He’d printed ‘Property of Harry Potter’ on her thick asscheek, and, just to be safe, ‘Potter’s Baby Maker’ above her trimmed black pubes, with an arrow pointing toward her cunt. Harry had turned into a greedy bastard, and if for some reason Lucius decided to try to touch his neglected wife now, there was a nasty little curse Harry found in the Black’s library. Until she said otherwise, Narcissa’s ass belonged to HIM, and no one else.
Now he was walking around aimlessly. The game just ended, so he had to find something to amuse himself with for a few hours while the Weasley family bought souvenirs from the stands and whipped up food in their magical tent.
He was walking with Hermione and Ginny, arms around their waists, while making small talk. Hermione kept leaning into his chest, kissing his neck, while Ginny hadn’t stopped grinding up against him, face red with arousal.
“God… you're such a dirty pervert, Harry..!” Hermione breathed in his ear, sneaking a wet kiss on his neck.
His ‘small talk’ was quietly describing all the filthy things he did to Malfoy’s mum. The two girls were wired up and ready to go.
“Mmngh..!” Ginny moaned, squeezing her soft thighs together, “I-I wish I could’ve been there..! I want to see you break that uppity bitch..!”
He was considering just pushing them down behind some bushes but…
He knew he wasn’t truly wandering aimlessly.
He was walking in a very specific direction, with a very specific purpose.
He approached the campsite of the Bulgarian Veela cheerleaders. It was warded to prevent crazy fans from drawing near, but like luck was on his side, one of the girls was outside and saw him.
She was stunningly beautiful, with lucious black hair and perfect, sharp features. She had delicious curves, with even bigger, ballooning titties than the girls at his side and a sinfully tight hourglass. Her cheeks wore a rosy blush as she walked right up to him. There was something strangely alluring about this woman, and the way she looked at him… It was like she sensed something about HIM too.
“Can I help you… sir?” She spoke politely, with a heavy accent.
For a moment he considered if he was crazy. Ordinarily, his next move would land him in prison, and labelled as a creep, a perverted, maybe even a rapist. But… It felt right.
He leaned over and whispered in Hermione’s ear.
She blushed cutely… then shyly nodded, and fell to her knees.
The Veela's eyes went wide, staring unblinkingly as Hermione’s fingers jerked down his trousers.
His thick, veiny cock flopped free, still massive, even as it drooped half-mast. Still, like a good little slut, Hermione moaned loudly, sucking and slurping on the tip until he rose stiff and proud. Still, Hermione’s plush lips were stretched to the limit, suckling noisily on his cockhead like she was trying to show just how fat and thick it really was.
He looked the Veela dead in the eyes, “We want to meet the team. Can we come in?”
Her eyes kept darting back to his cock, and her legs rubbed together. She grinned, “Yes… Yes please do.”
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Entering a tent full of post-game celebrating Veela was a surreal experience. Harry’s eyes glided over goddess-like Bulgarian beauties. Most still in their sexy cheerleading uniforms, but some stripped down to loose t-shirts and panties.
As he entered, he took the attention of the room at once. Over a dozen or two full-blooded Veela stared at him, eyes roaming his naked body as they filled with eager delight. Smoky, sensual eyes winked at him, lucious, ruby red lips were teasingly licked, and the soft, excited giggle of young women echoed in his ears.
As he stepped into the room, he felt as if he passed through a barrier. His senses almost dulled, everything covered in an unseen haze of foggy, warm lust. Words floated around the room in light-pitched Bulgarian.
As he walked further inside, delicate hands came up to his shoulders, playfully tugging his robe down his body. He smoothly stepped out of his tugged-down trousers and didn’t question how some Veela pulled his shirt from his chest without him even noticing.
Words were whispered in excited giggles all around, but Harry didn’t hear any of them, even the ones in English. The only one he heard, the only one that mattered was ‘Harry Potter.’
Harry felt the hands of dozens of women on his chest, his arms, and trailing slender fingers down the muscles of his body.
He was shoved playfully onto a huge fluffy bed, and watched with rapture in his eyes.
The curviest, most enticing women he’d met yet giggled melodically around him, swaying their wide hips and teasingly jiggling huge busts in his face. All whilst they slowly, and so very sensually stripped down layer by layer.
Pale white, smooth and perfect skin came out little by little, as skirts slid down the curves of wide, sculpted asses, while blouses popped open button by button, revealing delicious, cavernous cleavage.
His cock throbbed in his lap, held and gently massaged by a pair of energetic hands from two different Veela women.
These girls were something special. Supernaturally beautiful and alluring, they looked RIPE to be pushed down and fucked. He wanted to breed them, each and every one of them, and fuck them silly until they were loyal to him… but yet he stayed in his chair. There was something supernaturally seductive about them that made him let them tease him into a cum-churning, cock-twitching eagerness.
Still, he had his wits about him. He was in control.
Despite the lustful haze that hung over the room, Harry still felt that his actions were his own.
He grabbed the girl on his left, groping her soft, heavenly breast as he roughly pulled apart her blouse, and kissed her hotly, tasting her delicious lips. The girl on his right he pulled into his side, eagerly burying his hand straight down her skirt to slide fingers through the drenched walls of her slippery cunt. She kissed his neck and hummed a pleasant tune in his ear, rubbing her massive bust against him.
“You girls are divine…” Harry gasped as he looked around the room, but there was still a powerful weight to his gaze, “But don’t leave MY girls out of this. If they don’t have fun, I’m not staying.”
His two companions stood at the foot of this huge bed, unfairly alone. Ginny flicked her gaze from left to right, at the same time awe-struck and HORNY, in the room full of Veela cheerleaders. Hermione only had eyes for him, shooting him big puppy dog eyes as she panted with lust.
He watched as Ginny and Hermione, glassy eyed and red faced, were suddenly attacked by a trio of girls, each. They were grabbed, gasping with shock, and pulled into the room.
Hermione was stripped of her modest clothes by a beautiful tall Veela, the woman grinning carnally as Hermione’s heavy chest bounced free from its lacy bra. The other two giggled and brought red lips to her puffy nipples, licking, sucking and playfully nibbling on them. The tall, black haired Veela in the centre sank to her knees, pulling down Hermione’s skirt and panties in one go.
“Mmm~!” She hummed, eyeing the beautiful pink lips of Hermione’s tight little snatch. She leaned in and kissed Hermione’s neat bush of brown hair, “This looks like such a treat.” She started kissing and sucking on Hermione’s thick thighs, while her hands went around to cup the fat asscheeks of Harry’s first lay.
“W-wait..!” Hermione gasped, looking a little drunk on Veela Allure, “I-I’m not sure.. I mean I’ve only been with Ginny once or twice and I prefer-”
Her voice squeaked out as a plush pair of lips gave Hermione’s juicy, gushing pussy a wet, loud smooch, “Shush babe… We'll take you to heaven.” The Veela said, and started eagerly licking Hermione’s pussy. The girl gasped with pleasure, bringing her hands to the other two girl’s heads for support, while they sucked on her tits.
“Aaaiieee~!”
Harry snapped his attention to Ginny, the fiery red-haired girl was thrown on the bed right beside him. Before he even noticed her legs were up in the air in a tight V and there was a horny, slutty Veela absolutely going down on her. Ginny’s eyes were crossed as she squealed and bent her back… only to be silenced by a wide-hipped Veela sitting down FAT perfectly shaped apple bottom on her face. Ginny’s cute freckles were smothered in pillowy, sinful ass while her face was squished between heavenly thick thighs.
“Mmm..! You’re eager..!” Her accented voice was like an aphrodisiac, “Already sucking my juicy little pussy… tastes good right? Veela fluids are special, you know…” She hummed with delight and started swaying her wide hips, grinding her pussy against Ginny’s tongue. The third of Ginny’s Veela was eagerly sucking, pinching, groping, and slapping her fat, freckled titties, enjoying herself.
Harry lost focus on the two, as now the rest of the team was focused on him, he was pulled in the centre of the bed and surrounded by women. Huge, heaving titties filled his eyes with the vision of paradise, as naked women lounged all around him, completely surrounding him. There were four around his legs, each licking and lapping at every inch of his huge cock and heavy balls.
The Cheer Captain was tall, brown-haired and beautiful, and she took the first ride. Her pretty, tender pussy, that looked like it’d never tasted a cock, was now primed at his massive crown, and eagerly plunged down. She squealed in ecstasy while he groaned in bliss.
This tight vice of a woman was just what his cock was aching for. Her snug walls squeezed his cock hungrily, and she started bouncing on him right away. She screamed out in heavily accented english, begging him to fuck her silly. Begging him to break her down in front of her girls, and claim her as his own little Veela toy.
“You eager slut..!” Harry groaned, amazed at this wild harlot bouncing on his cock. She’d squatted down on the bed, legs firmly planted down while she slammed herself full-force up and down, rapid fire. Her face was flushed with utter lust, eyes crazy and mouth open. Still, through the over-whelming lustful fuck-frenzy, she continued to CLAP her meaty hips down as hard and hot as her body commanded.
She was trying to fuck him.
He was tempted to LET HER.
But something hot boiled up inside, “If you’re that pent up you hot bitch..!
He had to wrench his arms from the grasp of the other girls to grab her hips and start slamming her down, but soon he was fucking her so hard from below that she couldn’t even bounce her hips anymore.
“Then I’ll give you what you need..!” He nearly yelled, every muscle in his body to slam his fat, witch-breeding cock deep into her slutty, fertile Veela cunt.
Once he’d heard her screaming in ecstasy, fucked her tight little cunt for all its worth, slapped her perfect, bouncy ass, and sucked on her pale white titties enough to leave a mark, then he finally gave her quivering, thirsty womb a thick creampie… and went to the next in line.
When he pulled out of the Captain’s leaking, cum-flooded twat, slapping her ass and claiming her as his bitch, he turned his head… and grinned.
All the girls on the team, even the ones that had already given Hermione and Ginny some toe-curling climaxes… were lined up in a row.
They were face down, ass up, hiding their heads from his lecherous gaze. All he could see were wide, fertile hips, pressed tightly together in a line. Their thick, round butts up in the air, while their pink, drenched pussies were offered up to his cock.
Over a dozen of the most delicious, fuckable asses he could imagine were lined up in a row, and he had his pick of the lot.
He couldn’t decide, so he dove into the girl closest to him, smacking his hands down on the two fat asses to his sides, and starting fucking this sexy Veela Cheerleader hard enough to make the whole damn bed shake.
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Harry was in a haze of bliss. Who knew how many hours were spent in sweaty, mindless sex. These girls were like experts, switching positions, teasing him into a frenzy, and swapping his attention effortlessly between them. He knew their names, he knew their faces, hell, he could identify them by the beauty marks on their titties, or the depth of their cunts.
By the end of it he was stark naked, as they all were, clothes vanished mysteriously throughout the night. He was sitting in a plush armchair, grinning from ear to ear as the girls crawled forward on hands and knees. One by one they leaned down with bright, freshly painted lips, and planted big, exaggerated smooches on his cock.
Mwah~!
When their lips popped off with a loud noise, there was a perfect, magical lipstick mark left on his shaft. Which, after going through the full team and their backup girls… had covered his cock and balls in a rainbow of kiss marks. Mostly white, green, and red of course. Bulgarian colours.
Hermione and Ginny still wore flushed faces, with plenty of matching kiss marks on their cheeks, their collarbones, and covering their titties down to their navels. These two had the honour of sitting between his legs, smiling and presenting their heavy, lipstick smattered titties for the camera. They each wore lustful smiles, and rose matching peace signs.
Behind them, the cheerleading team were all in a line, arms locked around each other's shoulders… and their legs intertwined as they did their best to show off the creamy cum that was leaking from each creampied pussy.
Harry grinned, making sure it was all in the shot, his cockhead resting between Ginny’s pushed-together cleavage as he took the shot.
“Shake those titties girls~!” He grinned widely. They all giggled and cheered, shaking their bountiful tits in unison as best they could. Their bouncing, jiggling titties would be forever memorialised in this magical photograph.
And his little visit to the Bulgarian Cheerleading campsite would be added to his little book.
Whenever he finally pulled himself out of the tent, and headed back to the Burrow with the girls… He would be gobsmacked as he came outside to a ravaged, burned campsite.
Apparently… Death Eaters had attacked the World Cup! And he was too busy fucking his way through the night to notice. Luckily… they didn’t set their sights on this little out of the way campsite…
Otherwise… They’d be ripped to pieces by a flock of frustrated, cock-blocked Veela.
And that bloody sight would really kill Harry’s arousal.
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A/N: Been a pretty busy month so far, thankfully Thanksgiving is approaching, so that means more time to write! Considering how this story is pretty focused on breeding already, I'm considering this the Poll winner, but if I have time I'll see about writing something fresh.
I've realised my entire base of supporters is probably just here for One Piece, but I enjoy other fandoms and like to write them. So if you enjoy this, please like or comment, tell me so I know to keep going! (Or stop, I suppose)
Comments
Markus Hertle
ich binn wgen hARRY POTTER HIER
GodsShadow
I'll definitely add another chapter to this for all the people who came for Ch2. Hopefully I'll squeeze it by the end of this month, but I'm working on KotW at the same time.
GodsShadow
Congratz on getting that far into One Piece! My FF Love & Lust SHOULD have no spoilers beyond chapters 400+. Should be safe to read at your place. King of the World absolutely has current (Major) event spoilers in it so definitely avoid that one.
Silkyspectre
Joined for this story as well! Shame we couldn't visit the Hollyhead Harpies or somesuch, might be funny for Ron to find some indicator that Harry had met the team in private, and see if he does the math when they end up round and swollen in a handful of months! Good stuff overall though, please don't stop
TP
It's this story that made me join your patreon, so i would love it if you continued this story.
R99
Only came here for this story. Need to actually catch up on the one piece manga before I start reading any fanfics. I am currently a few hundred chapters behind.
