After he pinned her underneath him, Harry didn't immediately do anything. He took his time admiring Rosmerta.
The bartender was legendary among Hogwarts students. Her sultry teasing before the attack was still in Harry's mind. Harry—the guy who had the devotion of a veela, dozens of beautiful other lovers, and had an orgy almost every night—had still not been immune to her charms. There was something unbelievably seductive about her maturity, and her body sealed the deal.
She had big boobs that didn't hang down at all even though she was as old as she was. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide, and even her pubic hair was shaved to a minimum. If you were just looking at her body, Rosmerta could have passed for a twenty year old. Her face didn't look old either; there was just a certain accumulation of age that gave away the extra decades she'd lived, even as her face possessed an elfish kind of timeless beauty. Harry was almost tempted to ask if she had any kind of veela ancestry in her past.
While he was checking her out, she was doing the same to him. His body was holding hers down. She couldn't move other than to squirm, which didn't matter because she had zero interest in getting away from him. She was looking at Harry's handsome face and chiseled muscles. He was well aware of how handsome he was, but for Rosmerta it was more than that. She was remembering his actions to save her and the rest of the village.
"Without you, I'd be dead," Rosmerta said. "Nothing would please me more than giving myself to you."
Harry lowered his face right above hers. "Do you have any idea how many Hogwarts boys fantasize of hearing you say that?"
"I have a rough guess," Rosmerta said. "But you're the only who actually gets to hear it."
"That's true, isn't it?" Harry said.
He opened her snatch with his big dick.
"Mmmmm!" Rosmerta moaned.
Harry watched her face twist with pleasure while he thrusted into her. Her eyes shut tightly and her lips twinged from what she was feeling. His face was close to hers, so he could see it all. And hear her noises, too. As he fucked Rosmerta from above soft whimpers leaked out between the louder moans.
Harry grabbed her wrists. He pinned them on the bed above her head. When her limbs were trapped there, he slid his hands up them until his hands met hers. Harry laced their fingers together.
He didn't stop thrusting while he did this. In fact, he was still speeding up. Rosmerta's pussy clung to him like it was begging his dick not to pull out each time he raised his hips. When he thrusted into her, his dick hit her cervix and made her moan again. Her legs were linked together behind Harry's back, holding him tight. As she moaned, Rosmerta looked at Harry briefly before closing her eyes and opening her mouth.
Harry kissed her the way she was requesting. She squeezed his hands tighter, her pussy contracting at the same time. Rosmerta's first climax during their intercourse was a brief and difficult to notice thing. It moistened Harry's dick for a moment, but no more than that.
He started to go even harder. The bed creaked. He pushed his hips down with all his might, rolling Rosmerta's body up slightly each time they collided. They kissed the entire time with their tongues rubbing; sometimes in Harry's mouth, sometimes in Rosmerta's, but always linked together.
After they had been fucking for some time, Rosmerta bit his upper lips without warning. Forcing Harry to break their kiss, she used the reprieve to speak.
"I took a potion," she said breathlessly. "You know what that means, I'm sure?"
Of course he did: one bartender with an extra serving of cream.
Permission granted, Harry gave another of his powerful thrusts and came all throughout her insides.
Rosmerta squeezed his hands again hard. She climaxed again shortly after, this one more intense than her climax before. Harry could feel her legs twitching against him from the pleasure. He wasn't done.
Harry spun Rosmerta onto her side while she was still leaking. He got down behind her and lifted one of her legs. Her sexy ass pushed against him as he started thrusting again, now from a new angle. Rosmerta moaned loudly. She turned her head, finding his lips as they continued to kiss.
The mattress was still making noise as from the speed Harry was fucking her with, even though he wasn't thrusting from above anymore. His fingers had sunk into Rosmerta's gooey thigh as he held her leg up and fucked her. The angle of his penetration had changed enough to offer a different sensation. Rosmerta's boobs were jiggling on her chest.
Her blond hair was darker than Fleur's. Harry got a good view of it since it was pooled against his neck and chest. She liked to kiss with her eyes closed, puckering up and offering her tongue to him. Feeling excited, it wasn't more than five minutes in the new position before Harry came again.
After fighting for his life, he was full of youthful vigor. From the moment Rosmerta woke him he had felt a fiery horniness light up in his chest. It demanded that he keep fucking until he was satisfied, no matter how long that may take.
Harry surged up, pulling Rosmerta with him. He stood up on the bed and pinned Rosmerta to the wall. It was a similar position to the one in the beginning, just instead of Rosmerta being underneath him she was stuck against the wall. They went straight back to making out, heedless of the excessive cum that was starting to leak from her cunt.
As soon as Harry started thrusting for real, the difference between this position and the mating press showed itself. On the mattress, there had been ample give to cushion his thrusts. The wall didn't offer anything of the sort. Each time Harry brought his body forward there was give, channeling the force straight into Rosmerta's body. It traveled through her and made her chest bounce wildly.
She looped her arms around the back of his neck, holding him close. When her boobs bounced her nipples occasionally reached Harry's chest. He planted his hands on the wall and focused on pounding her with all his might.
"Cumming…!" Rosmerta moaned into his life. It was barely intelligible, but Harry didn't need any kind of verbal warning. He could already feel that she was climaxing again.
Cum from his prior orgasms was running down his thighs after having leaked out of Rosmerta. Harry was confident that he wouldn't lose when it came to pure experience. Even if he hadn't been sexually active for long, he'd fit an absurd amount of practice into that time. Combined with his youthful stamina, Harry was eager to see how far he had to push Rosmerta before she finally broke. In a good way, of course.
Harry fucked her against the wall for eight more minutes, then dumped another load into her. They broke their kiss for just a moment while panting.
"That was so good baby," Rosmerta moaned.
"Was?" Harry asked.
While Rosmerta realized that Harry was still miraculously hard, he pulled away from her and let her fall down to the bed.
"Oof!" Rosmerta exclaimed as she hit the mattress.
She had landed on her knees. Harry got behind her and pushed her down with his hands on her shoulders. Her spine bent, going along with muscle memory, curving easily to keep her chin on the mattress with her hips raised. Just as he'd been doing in each position, Harry kept fucking.
By now her insides were sloshy. Rosmerta was having a bit of difficulty just staying conscious throughout it all. Her hands were holding onto the sheets like they were handlebars from Harry's hard fucking.
"Does it live up to what you expected?" Harry asked.
"So much better," Rosmerta moaned. "No wonder those girls kept inviting you. I'd hear noises from inside the rooms, sometimes. Lots of students come here for alone time with their dates, but I'd never heard sounds like that."
"Oh yeah?" Harry said. "What were those sounds like?"
As he asked it, a particularly stiff thrust hit Rosmerta's g-spot.
"NGHAAAAAAAAH!" Rosmerta scream/moaned.
She came again, her wet folds squeezing Harry's dick desperately. It was like her body itself was trying with everything it had to wring out his cum and put an end to this so it could rest. Harry wasn't going to make it easy.
He could feel that he only had one more orgasm left in the tank. It was incredible that he'd lasted this long in the first place. He wanted to see how hard he could push Rosmerta in the time they had left.
With that in mind, he poured all his stamina into moving his hips fast. This was how Pansy liked it, and sometimes Fleur when she was in certain moods. The beat of his flesh against Rosmerta's ass came so fast that the impacts blurred together. She let out a long moan, her pussy twitching like mad. Harry yelled. He moved his hands from Rosmerta's shoulders up to her ass, grabbed those thick cheeks with all his might, pulled them close, and emptied his balls to add to the semen already inside of her. That potion she took was being pushed to its absolute maximum as Harry created a white flood inside the bartender.
He held her in place until he was certain he'd squeezed out the last of the cum that he could muster. Only then did he pull out of her. Sure enough, just as he predicted, his dick had gone soft. Cum streamed from Rosmerta's thoroughly pounded snatch.
"That was brilliant, Rosmerta," Harry said. "Best thank you I ever received."
He didn't get an answer. Curious, Harry crawled off of the bed and moved around so that he could see her face.
Rosmerta had passed out with her mouth open. Her body had gone limp in the position she was last fucked in: head down ass up. Harry memorized the sight. He'd just fulfilled a fantasy that every Hogwarts boy held in their heart at least once.
"What a night," he said.
The Death Eater attack had been a tragedy, but it could have been so much worse. He and his friends made a true difference and got themselves accepted by the other aurors. Then, to top it all off, Harry got to finish up with something like this.
Harry thought he had every right to be a little proud.
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