Chapter 23 - Chapter 17: Yule Ball

December 25th - Night of the Yule Ball

Christmas had come to the Castle once again; however, this year made it an extra special occasion.

Following the Tri-Wizard Tournament tradition, Hogwarts was hosting a celebration on Christmas day, the Yule Ball! It had been all the talk of the Castle as of late, for both Witches and Wizards!

The wizardfolk discussed it with an air of nominal interest. The Ball itself meant little to the pureblooded of their number. Instead, they were discussing who would be taking which daughter of which family and how alliances could be forged or formally recognised.

…The Witches had a very different air about them. There was a general buzz about them that even the Wizards seemed to notice, as usually restrained as they seemed to be… Though those clueless men could not possibly understand why .

But for the average Witch, this was a chance... A Dance. One that hadn't been held in the Castle in centuries! This was an opportunity to catch the eye of one of the wizardfolk. To experience some intimacy and romance.

That was their hope as the night of the Ball began...

...

Minerva McGonagall pursed her richly painted Gryffindor red lips as she raised a glass of wine and peered across the room. Her yellow cat eyes were fierce and off putting, even as gorgeous as they were, highlighted by her dark eyeshadow and immaculate mascara. She was utterly captivating, but in a way that commanded respect first and foremost.

She fulfilled her role as a chaperone, no matter how increasingly unnecessary the role was proving to be.

The Great Hall had been decorated extravagantly with fine silver and extravagant enchanted ice sculptures. There were long tables of the finest food and drink the Castle could provide. Enchanted instruments filled the chamber with a slow but charming ambience. Dazzling lights were overhead, dancing together in a gentle waltz.

It was the most wonderous event held in this Hall, at least, so long as Minerva had been in her role as Professor.

…and yet… the Hall felt very oddly barren .

She shared a sideways glance with the other well-dressed Ladies who shared her company as fellow Professors… and felt a similar surprise from them.

It seemed that they were all wondering the same thing.

When will the rest arrive?

The time to officially begin the event had come and gone, but most of the faculty hadn't felt pressured to start. They were waiting. As if expecting a crowd, at least dozens more, to come bursting in at any moment.

Minerva's yellow-slitted eyes scanned the well-dressed students, doing a mental tally.

'…As I thought…' Her eyes narrowed. The other Houses, she couldn't be sure… but she knew her Lions well. Names and faces came to mind, only for her to realise that they, too, were absent for the night's festivities. Hermione, Lavender, Parvati… Then the older Quidditch girls, Katie, Angelina and Alicia.

As smart of a Witch as she was, it hardly took her any time at all to find a common trend.

'Ah. I should've known…' Minerva thought, her mind somewhat mollified by a realisation.

All the missing Gryffindors were Witches . Most importantly, she realised, many among their number were the Witches Poppy had reported to have visited her in the Hospital Wing for a certain test.

'Of course.' Minerva conceded, nodding to herself, 'They are avoiding the attention…'

She understood why a bunch of pregnant Witches would avoid tight, form-fitting ball gowns and public display that would come with the attendance of the Ball.

With that thought disarming her suspicion, Minerva could rest easy for much of the evening.

That was until Professor Sinistra spoke up to Professor Babbling beside her.

"…You know… I haven't seen him tonight…"

"Hm? Who do you mean?" Babbling replied.

The dusky-skinned, beautiful Astronomy Professor replied curiously, drawing the attention of all the other female Professors, "…You know… Harry Potter, of course…"

Minerva paused, freezing with the glass in her hand.

She felt a strange tingle down her spine as she glanced at Aurora.

"Hm." Her yellow cat-like eyes scanned the crowd of wizards gathered in groups of three or four, far from the gatherings of Witches that mirrored them on the other side of the room.

Minerva also didn't catch sight of Harry Potter… Even with her sharp eyesight.

Then, she felt Deja Vu, and a brief memory flashed. Harry Potter, standing in a crowd of Gryffindor Witches, as if it was right where he belonged.

"I'm fine where I am, Professor."

…Minerva kept him in her mind, waiting to see him show for the rest of the night.

He never did.

Elsewhere…

"How does it look, darling..?" A rich, mature voice purred, carrying the faint signs of a French accent.

"I-I can't believe it…" Hermione softly gasped. She looked at herself in the mirror but couldn't believe the gorgeous bombshell looking back.

Her hair had been styled in a stunning showroom lift that flowed down one shoulder in perfect, silky curls. Her makeup, likewise, was flawless, enhancing her natural beauty to perfection with a faint dusted blush on her cheeks and a glossy pink colour painting her full, succulent lips.

Gone was the insecure, buck-toothed muggle-born who obsessed with books and parchment work in her first year. The bumbling, uncultured fool, who tripped over her own heels while struggling to mimic the 'perfect, pureblood witches' that strut the Hogwarts halls confidently… Instead, there was a gorgeous beauty that would outclass any muggle supermodel or pinup girl she'd ever seen decorating a magazine or billboard.

But her stunning facial features weren't even the main attraction. What really had her speechless was everything below her neck.

Slender bare shoulders were exposed at the top of her strapless dress. Already a sight too stimulating and skin-showing to be considered decent by wizard standards… Yet infinitely more modest than the sight just below. The grand, plunging crevice caused by two massive breasts squeezed sinfully together in a display of pure temptation .

Her plush, heavy titties were proudly presented, puffed up in the magically-enchanted cups of her silken dress' deep neckline. The make of which was muggle in design, as no respectable wizarding apparel would dare show off such prize possessions with such lack of decorum. But muggle-make didn't mean a lack of quality. The dress was a fine silk and appeared to be worth more than her mind could even hazard to guess.

It was soft pink in colour, with loosely hanging sleeves that started just beneath her bare shoulders, and hugged her buxom, fertile figure deliciously. It was the perfect, hugging shape to emphasise her giant, bursting breasts and the wide, sensuous hips that made up her dramatic, magically enhanced hourglass.

Below, the pink dress was in an asymmetrical style. Once again, revealing a more erotic design than a Witch could usually find. One leg flared out with wavy rows of fabrics. It split on one side, leaving a fair amount of her left leg exposed to hint at her sexy, plump thighs and long legs.

But perhaps the most eye-catching of all was the centre .

Hermione stared speechlessly at herself in the mirror. This dress had made it even more apparent.

It was meant for a woman of her figure. Her current figure.

The material was tight and clung to her shapely, delicious curves in every area… including the way it stretched seamlessly around the wider, rounder shape of her obviously pregnant belly .

"Damn…" A slightly younger feminine voice moaned, causing Hermione to look over her reflection's shoulder in the mirror.

A flash of red hair passed by as a flushed, freckled face grinned naughtily back at her.

"Ah~! Ginny💞" Hermione moaned as cheeky fingers slipped under her slender arms. They took a greedy squeeze of her squishy soft, braless boobies, mauling and rolling them in her hands.

If Hermione was dressed up like a glamorous beauty queen, then Ginny was dressed like a scarlet woman .

The fiery Weasley… or rather, Prewett, beside her, was in a similarly tight, shoulderless dress. However, Ginny's was shorter, hugging her wide hips so dangerously high that the slightest bend or lift of her arms could risk flashing the whole room with whatever scandalous, slutty knickers she had beneath if any at all.

Ginny's was crimson in colour to proudly announce her wild desires. Her creamy, freckle-flecked titties, just as stupidly huge as Hermione's, were one good bounce away from bursting free. The tightly squeezed cleavage appeared to overflow over the straining brim of her strapless tube dress, teasing the eye with their mouth-watering appeal.

Once again, Ginny's tight, figure-hugging tube dress was remarkably well-suited to her round, shapely baby bump.

Her makeup was no less perfect, with dark mascara applied and ready to be ruined . Her lips were darker, in a sinful red, while her teasing brown eyes devoured Hermione's getup in the mirror, already looking eager for sex.

They were both magnificent .

She could hardly believe she was wearing such a luxurious dress. The fabric was unlike anything she'd ever seen before.

And where were they..?

France. More specifically, Paris .

Harry took over a dozen of them for lunch in a hidden luxury restaurant hidden inside the very tip of the Eiffel Tower. To be honest, the view was horrid from that height, and the food was too fancy for her taste, but that didn't matter.

What mattered was that Harry James Potter just casually popped them over to France and rented out the entire floor of one of the most demanded magical restaurants in the world on Christmas Day, no less!

Hermione didn't dare ask what it cost. She couldn't even think of it. The sum was sure to make her dizzy.

Hermione could hardly believe it. She looked at herself in the mirror, staring at the beautiful, dolled-up supermodel staring back with such a silly expression. She was reminded that her boyfriend… her stud… her fat cocked breeding bull … Her very own baby daddy… was a rich and powerful wizard lord. A young, handsome wizard her own age who had already inherited mind-boggling wealth and mysterious family magics.

Beneath her dress, Hermione's cushiony thighs rubbed together. Her knickers, a fun, slutty surprise for Harry, were already soaked in her juices.

The reflection looking back was wearing a lewd, perverted expression, biting her lip with eyes begging for cock … Just as she considered how successful her lover was.

He dropped a fat stack of Galleons like it was nothing, then had her and Ginny tour some luxury French boutiques. He told them to surprise him. To doll themselves up sexy in some luxury enchanted French dresses for the night's festivities.

Money isn't an issue . He'd said. He wanted them to feel sexy .

"Mm~ He's going to tear this thing off you..." Ginny growled in her ear, moaning as she squeezed Hermione's fat tits.

The gorgeous French Witch that fitted this stunning dress to Hermione's pregnant figure smiled sensually, "Is this the one?"

"Y-yeah... I think so."

"Perfect~ Your lover will be simply enchanted by you tonight, darling~"

The woman began waving her wand, doing a few last-minute adjustments. Hermione softly squeaked as she felt the dress squeeze her tits, pushing her cleavage up even more enticingly.

Then the woman, whom Hermione wondered if she was also a Veela, smiled meaningfully, "Now let's find you some pieces that will complement this dress..."

Hermione glanced up, "Pieces..?"

The gorgeous Witch lightly laughed, "Jewelry, my dear!"

"Jewelry..? Oh, this is too much..." Hermione softly bit her lip.

Ginny giggled, pulling her along, "Oh, come on, Hermione! Remember, this is for all for Harry~!" Ginny had lived as the youngest child with seven brothers. Before Harry conquered her fiery cunt, she hadn't had much for sexy, or even cute , clothes, really. And she'd never had a dress. So she was loving every second of this.

Hermione glanced to the side.

A fair pair of pale green eyes caught her glance. A slender, beautiful young woman dressed so elegantly in a sleek, black sheath dress that hugged her figure. Her blonde hair was meticulously combed, her makeup pristine, as she held glittering silver earrings to her ear, trying them out from the displays. She was oozing with equal parts sensuality and sophistication.

An authentic pureblood princess.

Daphne gave her a faint smirk, "...I've never seen you so out of sorts, Granger."

"Not all of us were born into money, Greengrass." She lightly snipped back.

Daphne's pink lips curled into an elegant smile, "And still, all of us ," She waved her hand, "Have suddenly come into it. You'll need to get used to it, darling. Madame, please bring her over here."

"Of course."

Hermione's eyes trailed across the fancy, expensive, magical boutique. Some costly, invite-only location for wealthy Ladies of prominent blood and status in the Wizarding World. A place she certainly shouldn't be... but with Harry's command and Apolline's recommendation...

She saw Susan blushing in a fancy, bell-bottomed ballgown. Fay giggled like a pixie, spinning in an equally lovely teal piece.

Lavender was surrounded by girls and didn't care that they were in the middle of the shop as she stripped down to her knickers, braless breasts bobbing and swaying as she picked her hundredth dress to try.

In this one group, all the dozen or so Witches that made up Harry and Hermione's year group, plus Ginny and Astoria , were here, shopping for dresses at his expense.

Hermione was again reminded that her big-dicked breeding bull was not just famous but wealthy. Rich enough to confidently give a group of young, excited ladies a blank check in such a place...

A wizard lord. Hermione realised that Daphne was right... she probably would need to get used to this.

But she found herself surprisingly enjoying it... primarily because of Harry's care for them. He was ensuring every girl of his, no matter their family, had a dress to wear tonight... The way he, as the father of her growing baby, took care of them... it made her so fucking wet💕

Hogwarts Halls

While most of the Castle was gathered in the Great Hall for the Yule Ball, a few students had different plans for the night's festivities.

A small group of Witches were bundled up together as they sneaked through the silent, darkened halls of the Castle. They were modestly dressed, wearing their outer robes clasped closed and their cloaks on top of that. All to disguise the shape of their bodies beneath. Like any other Witch, this was not unusual, as it was common for a young, magically blessed woman to be ashamed of the sexual nature of her magically enhanced figure.

But these young ladies were special. They clutched their outer robes carefully while peering left and right down each corridor. They proceeded carefully through the Castle.

...Because each of these young ladies had a shapely, curvaceous figure hidden beneath their cloaks. Each carefully disguised sets of heavy and full, sweater-stretching titties that filled blouses to bursting. Or, beneath their long, modest skirts, a broad set of childrearing hips that couldn't help but sway temptingly with every step. These ladies had absolute bombshell bodies, each one salacious enough by nature to tempt a certain green-eyed, big-dicked stud into putting their sex-pot bodies to the test! Just one glance at their stark hourglasses had him dragging them to the nearest broom cupboard or empty classroom and knocking them up with his hyper-fertile seed!

The girls were all flushed in the face, eyes sparkling with completely uncontained excitement as they giggled to each other. Shaky hands struggled with simple wand movements as they used what magic they could to pass through the halls undetected.

Slowly, this group of girls, one of many who had made the very same journey this evening, made it to a certain spot in the Hogwarts Halls.

It was a secret passage to Hogsmeade. One that happened to lead directly into the basement of the private establishment colloquially dubbed as 'The Enclave.'

This secret tunnel was only known to a scant few lucky Witches. The fine ladies who had 'earned' a special pass to the 'VIP section' of the Veela club. A pass earned by one simple achievement; Pregnancy.

As they slipped inside and sealed it off behind themselves, the girls all breathed pure relief.

Then they shared silly giggles and naughty looks together. Unable to contain themselves for a second longer, they didn't wait. Instead of proceeding down the tunnel, the gorgeous ladies began unclasping cloaks and pulling open long, outer robes.

Soft, supple flesh was exposed under the luminous magical lights that filled the well-kept passageway. As robes fell away, one could clearly see why these girls were so nervous and fidgety. What they wore beneath was not their uniforms. In fact, walking the halls in something like this might just see them expelled on the spot for public indecency and immoral behaviour.

Each of these beautiful, charming Witches, some of the brightest and most studious of Hogwarts Halls... Were proudly flaunting deep cuts of soft, squishy cleavage that was pushed up to bursting in tight, titty-squeezing dresses or hanging heavily in looser, plunging necklines. It was clear at a glance with how much soft, womanly flesh was bared between them that not a single lady had a proper brassiere.

The young women looked at each other with pure-red, hot faces. They stared, practically drooling, at the utterly provocative nature of each other's blessed bodies and sinful curves.

These were fully developed, young adult women who, had they been in the Muggle world, would've devastated men with their irresistible figures and top-class beauty. Some would've been married, maybe had kids... But these weren't Muggles. They were Witches.

They were all terribly sheltered Witches with such strict upbringings... Ladies who had never shown a wizard an improper amount of skin before this year had begun. They were to be sequestered in a private academy of 'higher magical education'. Hogwarts. The most well-respected wizarding school in the world.

Here, they'd play the part of young, proper ladies until they graduated and, perhaps in ten or so years, impress a wizard through academic or magical achievement enough to secure themselves a husband. That was the usual circumstance of this abstinent society.

Needless to say, these sheltered young women were deeply ashamed to even be baring their shoulders. Much less such vast tracks of naked titty-flesh in these slutty, cleavage-flaunting dresses.

So as they looked at each other, eyes wide with pure disbelieving gazes at the tight, figure-hugging, scandalising dresses their company was wearing... They were flush in the face, tingling with pure, unadulterated excitement .

It felt so naughty . They knew it to be taboo.

But as they looked at each other, it wasn't shame they saw in each other's eyes... But eagerness. They were each filled with an intoxicating thrill at the acknowledgement of wearing such a shamelessly slutty, provocative thing. And being seen in it!

They couldn't resist a silly giggle as they stared at one another.

It felt good .

...and just like all the other groups of Horny Witches, these girls felt a body-shuddering thrill as they tossed their cloaks and robes to be left there in a large pile of forgotten garments at the start of the tunnel. It was a symbol. An act of rebellion. Once they made the trip down the tunnel, those cloaks would be out of their reach. They'd have no lifeline to cling to, no way to back out, cover their curves, and head back to the Castle.

...But each of them left it there, just like all the other girls, already feeling drunk on the liberation and excitement that thumped in their hearts. They wanted to embrace their wild side and proudly work these 'risque' dresses.

Together, they found themselves strutting their shapely, curvy hips as their heels clicked on the stone, eyeing each other's obscenely jiggling cleavage and softly bouncing butts as they made the trip down the tunnel.

...Away from Hogwarts and the Yule Ball. Instead, to the only party these sexually curious Witches cared to attend. One hosted by the big-dicked, green-eyed stud that fucked their clinging senses of modesty right out of their heads with hot, heavy breeding sex.

Veela Enclave - Hogsmeade

"Harry~!"

Harry stood by the bar at the very entrance of the club's exclusive area so he could greet the girls as they came in for tonight's dance.

He was dressed up richly. Meticulously outfitted and dressed to perfection by Apolline and her daughters. The Veela ensured he was dressed sharp, ready to daze these Witches with irresistible charm.

Just as they had planned for him .

The girls emerged from the secret Floo inside the club's private dressing rooms. Or, those that came from the Castle journeyed up from the secret tunnel that had been expanded to reach all the way beneath the club. Now, the passage linking the Club to Hogwarts led directly into the wine cellar beneath their feet.

Those gorgeous young ladies, already done up in their best, began to appear.

And what a sight he was treated to.

Harry couldn't resist a grin as he saw the eager, squealing blonde bouncing toward him. His eyes devoured her voluptuous figure as Lavender Brown's huge, milky-white tits threatened to jump free of her tight pink dress at any moment.

She dove into his arm, smooshing those fat titties against his chest as she eagerly leaned up to trade a hot, wet kiss. She purred with arousal, feeling something bulging his trousers tightly, pressing against her with impatient desire. She giggled, thankful for how her luxury dress split at the waist to expose one leg. It allowed her to pounce on him, clinging to his waist with her soft, thick thigh while she grinded her plush, fuckable curves against him and eagerly traded a horny tongue kiss.

Smack~! Smack~!

Lavender squealed, giggling like an eager slut, as Harry's palms came down on the thick, pronounced slope of her plush ass, stretching the backside of her dress. He mauled those heavy cheeks with his strong hands, nearly lifting her up off her feet while he kissed her hungrily, then gave her juicy butt another spank as he set her down again.

"Mmwuah~ No~" She whined playfully, grinding against him in an aroused fluster.

"Later…" He sent her a meaningful look, already fucking her with his eyes. He pulled her arms off his neck and pulled away, dragging an interested gaze down her absurdly curvy figure in her tight, blue dress.

Lavender was full-on beauty queen, with a sinful blue dress that dipped down to designate two precariously ill-equipped strips of cloth with the duty of holding her gigantic tits at bay. Her dress was poofy and layered as it stretched to the floor, at least the part covering her left side. Her right leg was practically bare due to the split skirt, teasing him with bare skin—evidence of a lack of anything worn beneath that dress.

Her silky blonde hair was done up big in curls. At the same time, her makeup was perfect, giving her a devastatingly enchanting appearance. Her wet, glossy pink lips were in a broad, pearly white smile, while her eyes looked at him with undisguised lust.

He was confident she'd sweep just about any beauty contest the world could offer her… So long as it didn't include ladies in this room. As stunning as Lavender was tonight, the competition was intense. Each one of these enchanting Witches had come dressed to the nines.

…All for his enjoyment.

He stared down at her beautiful, amorous smile and the eye-catching valley of her immense breasts below, "You look stunning, love…" He said in a low, meaningful growl.

"Mm~" Lavender glowed with happiness and sent him a vixen's smile, "Good enough to bend over the bar for a quick and dirty fuck-? AH💞~!" Her voice squealed as another thunderous clap came down on her plush asscheek. The noise drew the attention of a few giggling girls who'd already arrived.

"A little patience… We're going to have plenty of fun tonight. Give me a chance to greet the other girls…"

"Mm~ M'kay..!" Lavender stole one last smooch from his lips, then a playful, needy peck on his smooth jawline. She whispered in a steamy tone, "…Mmm~ I can't wait..! Heheheh~ I brought a surprise for you… But I hid it somewhere secret💕"

As she pulled away, she left Harry growling at the sight of her flushed cheeks and meaningful eyes… as she squeezed her thighs together, suggesting tempting ideas to his lustful imagination.

Before she went into the club, Harry stopped her.

"Let me get a look at you."

Lavender giggled and eagerly flaunted her bombshell body however he wanted. She put a hand on her cocked hip, striking a supermodel pose. His eyes devoured every inch of her curves. Lavender's body stimulated his instincts as a male, tempting him to bend her over the bar after all…

But what Harry was really interested in… was her belly.

"..!" Lavender went quiet, sucking in a sharp breath, as Harry bent down.

He knelt down in front of her, drawing gasps and squeals of excitement from girls all around. With him in such a fine suit and her in an elegant, sexy ball gown, it appeared like the picturesque scene of a romantic proposal.

But that wasn't what could be expected here.

Instead, Harry reached out and softly touched Lavender's full hips.

"..!" She softly gasped, as if his simple touch was somehow erogenous.

Harry's hands slid forward, his eyes glued on the tight material of her dress, stretched around her belly. Lavender was a fit, healthy girl. Regardless of how absurdly big her heavy, full breasts were or the soft cushion of her sizeable ass, she maintained a ridiculously tight waist and slender belly.

But in her tight dress, he could see how that slender belly had grown . He crested his hands across a gentle curve, feeling its shape.

"Ahn~!" Lavender let out a loud, indecent moan as Harry Potter leaned forward… and planted a loving smooch on her three-month-pregnant belly!

"Oh shit..!" Lavender swore, her long, dark lashes fluttering as her knees buckled on the spot. Just the feeling of her big, beefy stud giving such a tender kiss to her growing belly made her hormones stir. She started panting and looked more eager than ever to jump his bones.

Harry softly gave her baby bump another kiss, caressing it as if to commit its shape to memory. Then he rose up and looked at her.

As horny and flustered as Lavender was… Harry's cock was harder than steel, bulging down the leg of his slacks obscenely.

Just like with Hermione, Ginny, and Narcissa before—Lavender's pregnancy didn't satiate the raw, primal lust he had for her… No, it dialled it up to eleven. As a confirmed mother of his future child, Lavender's sex appeal was profoundly enhanced. She looked even more gorgeous. Even her scent was like an aphrodisiac, tempting him to fuck her right here in front of all the other horny Witches.

…But as he glanced over her shoulder… He saw a small, eager-looking group of Witches waiting—The other Gryffindor sluts that sneaked out of the Castle with her.

He gave her one last kiss and a big, loud smack on her booty, "Go on then, love. Socialise with your new sisters…"

"Y-yes..!" Lavender softly moaned and walked off with shaky legs, wobbling slightly on her heels.

Harry smirked as another drop-dead gorgeous girl came in.

"Parvati… So good to see you. You look ravishing…"

Parvati, the last of Hermione and Lavender's roommates, greeted him with a hopeful smile. His eyes raked down her dress; much more modest than Lavender's, but with a remarkable exotic charm. A tanned, tempting Indian beauty in a snug dress. Hers was more exotic, and the tight crevice of tan cleavage presented to him was simply appetising .

She barely got out a smile and a word before he was feasting on her freshly painted lips and squeezing her thick, fat rump with both hands. Parvati moaned erotically as he groped and spanked her fat bum, then gave her equally pregnant belly the same inspection. She softly moaned as he kissed her growing baby bump and gave her a swat on her broad backside as she stepped inside.

One by one, the girls entered…

Dozens of Gryffindors Witches, each dressed in warm colours, usually red or pink.

Susan Bones of Hufflepuff looked simply irresistible. Her cute, round face surprised him with her stunning appearance when she walked in with gorgeous makeup and without her usual thick, round spectacles. Her red hair was pulled up in a glamorous bun, and as she walked forward, she was shaky on her heels.

She looked bashful and nervous, which made her even more adorable.

With help from a friend, the shy, introverted Hufflepuff showed what a total knock-out she could be. Her massive chest, easily the biggest of his yearmates, stretched out the bustline of her tight yellow dress. She seemed flustered by how her ample cleavage bobbed lightly with every step, and she kept digging her fingers into the neckline. She busied herself, trying to tug the tight edge higher in vain. It was adorable as much as it was erotic to watch.

"H-hi, Harry…" Susan Bones said modestly. Her charming blue eyes looked dazzling, accented by dark eyeshadow. Her pouty, glossy lips begged to be kissed, "Mmpgh! Mwuah~!"

She forgot all about how her tits were threatening to burst free the moment their lips met. He pulled her tight against his chest, flattening them, and stole her lips in a hot kiss.

'Oh no..!' Susan's eyes fluttered closed as her heart nearly exploded in her chest. His arm hooked in the slender curve of her back, slightly dipping her as he hungrily tasted her lovely red lips. Susan's legs gave out as one of her deepest fantasies came to life. Dressed in a luxurious dress, free of insecurities, she was kissed by her 'prince'.

"Pwuah~!" Her eyes looked glassy as they pulled away, and her tongue stayed hanging loosely for a few seconds as she caught her breath.

He made to let her go, but Susan clung to him, "H-hold on..! I-I can't stand..!" She whimpered while her legs trembled like a leaf.

He chuckled and kissed her forehead, "I'm glad you came, Susan…"

"M-Me too..!" She breathed, peering up at him with adorable, big-blue eyes. She chewed her lip as she looked up at him, "I-I wore the dress… D-do you..?"

Harry flashed her a charming grin, "You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, Susan… You stole my heart when I saw you walk in."

Her face flushed red. A delighted smile grew on her face. She gave him a bashful peck on the lips and walked, a bit more confidently , to join the other ladies already inside.

…The evening went on as, one by one, the best of Hogwarts' beauties came in to be greeted by Harry.

He was treated to his very own runway show. Gorgeous young ladies came in one after another, easily outclassing the most heart-throbbing models the muggle world could scrounge up. Each one dressed in extravagance and buzzing with amorous excitement.

Gryffindor girls in sexy red dresses and lovely pink ball gowns. They were bold, as they were known for, sending him playful, sparkling smiles, flirty winks, and steamy eyes.

Slytherin ladies came in darker shades of green or black. They tried to act polite and cordial... but were flustered the moment they drew close and failed to hide their blushing excitement for the night's events.

Then, a pair of hellcats. Astoria and Daphne came strutting in a twin pair of suave, figure-hugging black dresses that flowed to the floor, splitting just in time to show off their high heels.

It wasn't just the young adult Ladies of Hogwarts, however... He didn't leave anyone off the list.

The Enclave's newest employee, a fiery, irresistible MILF came swaying her thick hips through the doors next. Molly Weasley, or rather Prewitt, the mother of Ginny, walked in like a goddess of fertility. Thick, voluminous curves snugly decorated in a wine-red dress. Her ginger hair, usually frizzy and frazzled, was shiny, cascading down her shoulders in curls. Her plunging neckline had him slack-jawed, feasting on the sight of her heaping, freckled bosom. Even after seven children, Molly's fertile MILF curves begged him to plant another in her right away.

To the surprise of some young Witches in the club, another pair of MILFs arrived... Two Professors Harry had claimed, one in the Library and one in the Medical Ward. Madam Pince wore an older-style dress with a fuzzy black collar that emphasised her succulent bosom. Pomfrey was just as stunning in a burgundy evening dress. They proved they were still radiant, youthful and sexy.

And finally...

'...My god...' Harry felt his breath leave him as a special pair walked in arm-in-arm.

Hermione and Ginny came in, smiling at him like temptresses.

...

'Not a single one is missing...' Harry felt a surge of pride as he completed his count of the women present. He'd sent special invites to dozens of the world's most beautiful Witches... and not a single one had seemingly rejected him by refusing to come.

'Perfect!'

A noticeable hush fell over the club, only briefly broken by gasps of excitement or a squeal as the young ladies turned their attention to the stage.

Without speaking up, Harry Potter drew the hot gazes of all the gathered Witches just by stepping up to the stage. In a matter of seconds, they all went quiet, turning to look at him with expectation clear on their faces.

Harry savoured a moment of silence, drinking in the view with a smirk on his face and a prominent, eye-catching bulge in his trousers. He stared at the crowd of the most attractive women he'd ever seen. A group of the world's brightest up-and-coming Witches... Each of them is blessed with incredible beauty and irresistible sex appeal.

Dozens upon dozens of soft, painted lips curled in seductive, playful smiles, eager eyes, and ample, squeezed-together tits in tight, figure-hugging dresses... To make the sight even more cock-hardening... Most of them were already showing, and nearly allof them had been confirmed.

The women couldn't help but giggle when they saw his body's reaction—The effect they had on him, swollen large and obvious in his tight-fitted trousers.

"Ladies..!" Harry announced, with a little charm boosting his voice to carry over the Hall. If all the eyes of these aroused Witches hadn't already been on him, they were now!

He grinned confidently under the dozens upon dozens of hungry looks pointed at him, "What a sight..! If I managed to miss you when you entered, let me say it now... You all look positively radiant tonight!" He spoke honestly.

The gathered women, especially the younger ladies, erupted with squeals and giggles. Some sent him winks or blown kisses.

Harry met the gazes of the more outgoing girls and grinned, "Mhm..! So fucking sexy !" His voice growled with raw desire before he settled down, "Now... I'm sure you all are ready for a good time tonight, right?"

The girls let out spirited cheers of excitement. This night was something these Witches desperately needed. A night to unwind, let their hair down... and unleash their inner wild side.

He could hear that desire conveyed in their voices.

"Good..! Me too. But before all that-" He said, gathering their attention again, "I want to share my intentions for the evening with you all."

They looked at him expectantly.

"My goal for tonight... as well as my goal for this place in general." He waved his hand around the large, extravagant Ladies' club, "Is to give you ladies a place to let loose. A 'Ladies Club' if you will..." He smirked with humour. They all knew that calling it a 'Ladies Club' was far too refined a title for a place filled with sex and debauchery.

"So tonight, I want you ladies to enjoy yourselves..." He said meaningfully, as his gaze swept around the room, "I want you to have fun, socialise and familiarise with each other... and most importantly, forget all about the wizards back at the castle."

He grinned as he saw a surprised reaction flash over the crowd, "They're probably holding their noses up high, rubbing shoulders and playing politics. When they should be begging such gorgeous, sexy ladies for the opportunity to dance."

His words were a bit scornful but brought little smiles to the painted lips of women all around the room.

"Just look at you... Look around at each other." He gestured, urging the dressed-up ladies to glance to either side to their nearest fellow Witch, "You're all so gorgeous... You put in every effort to try and earn just a look from a man... But do they appreciate it? Do they even notice ?"

"..."

"Well, if they won't, I will." He said firmly, flashing a confident smirk, "I'll gladly steal each and every one of you for myself... I'll give you girls what you REALLY want, and you can be certain of that."

Harry saw the signs of arousal and lust grow on the faces of the women in the crowd. Lavender looked like she was one step from climbing up on the stage to pounce on him.

"But first... Before all the clothes come off and we get down to some REAL celebration..! I'm going to start with what I promised you!" He boldly declared, putting on a charming smile, "A dance!"

His declaration seemed to take them a bit by surprise. He could practically see a silent question pass through the crowd, 'Are we really going to dance?' Knowing him, these girls had been excited—but dancing wasn't exactly the first thing on their minds tonight.

"I'm only one bloke... but I'll be damned if I don't share at least one dance with each of you... In the meantime, I want you ALL to get familiar with each other! You've got one big thing in common now..."

"Gryffindor... Slytherin... Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. The only thing that your Hogwarts House should decide in this club is which colour your slutty thong comes in! Leave everything else at the door! House Rivalry, and all your silly little notions of 'modesty' or 'ladylike behaviour!' Here, you're all equal. My naughty, needy horny Witches!"

He grinned as thoughtful and excited looks flashed across the faces of the girls, "Now... I had our very own esteemed Professor Black ..." He sent her a pointed grin, "Slip a special little tincture into the punch! I want to see every girl here with a glass in her hand! It'll help make tonight a night you won't ever forget!"

The pretty young ladies gave cheers of agreement, wearing excited grins.

"Good..! I'm itching to get down there and get my hands on you lot..! But one last thing before we get to the fun..!"

A moment of pause left the women with a feeling of anticipation.

Harry smirked, "...You girls followed tonight's dress code, right? No underwear? Then let me see those fucking titties !"

"..!" Eyes shot open wide in shock as Harry's relatively subdued speech ended on a crass, perverted note.

...But the silence didn't last for long.

The Hall filled with the sound of excited, aroused giggles as some of the more outgoing or well-experienced girls took the lead. Angelina and Alicia shouted up to Harry, already slipping the shoulders off their dresses to bare their braless tits. The two playfully stuck their tongues out, shaking their boobies with glee.

The squad of Bulgarian Veela were proud to show off their cheerleading cohesion and jerked down the plunging necklines of their matching sleek, black dresses to bare their creamy boobs with playful cheers.

Soon, Harry was treated to the glorious sight of dozens upon dozens of horny Witches dropping their stuffy fake personas of decency and chastity... Now they were all together, some shamefully, some excitedly, as they flashed and bounced heavy, shapely breasts to try and draw his attention as best they could.

"That's more like it..!" Harry chuckled and finally took his step down from the stage.

...

The party began in earnest.

Harry's attention was in demand as he drifted around the room, exchanging pleasantries (Hot kisses and frisky touches) with each and every girl he'd gathered here.

There was plenty to keep the girls entertained, even if each other was enough on its own. A small number of his pregnant flock of Bulgarian Veela displayed another impressive skillset, either enchanting some instruments or playing them themselves. The Hall was filled with sensual, spirited music, chorused beautifully by the sound of giggling, excited women.

The temperature in the club room was rising, partly due to a special 'ingredient' lacing the punch. A potent but slow-acting aphrodisiac brewed by Narcissa was steadily working these excitable Witches into a growing heat. If that wasn't enough, then the siren-like voices of the Veela entertaining the girls, combined with their intoxicating Allure, were beginning to rouse girls into a silly, giggling and horny fluster.

Harry was proud, in a strange way, to see so many drop-dead gorgeous girls giggling and laughing. Even more so when he saw deep emerald dresses intermingled with scarlet counterparts.

'Heh… All I needed to dissolve the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor… was to dick it down, apparently.' He thought with amusement.

Harry sipped on a kind of cocktail brewed for him specifically. It filled him with a special buzz. Not one that clouded his senses but rather enhanced them . It made him ever more aware of the hot, eager bodies of these hyper-fertile, ridiculously curvy Witches in their slutty, figure-hugging dresses. With every breath, he could smell their naughty pheromones that filled this room like a fog, tempting him to go wild.

He toured the tables, greeting girls, laughing with them… and, of course, enjoying some hot and heavy petting and brief but passionate make-out sessions. He got his horny paws on dozens, if not hundreds, of soft, squishy tits and plump, smackable asses. Those he didn't touch tended to be flashed, bounced, or shook in front of his face, stimulating his desire as much as possible.

Hogwarts - Yule Ball

The soft clinking of a tablespoon against a wine glass brought the subdued noise of the Ball down to a hush.

Minerva McGonagall stood on the stage in her beautiful but appropriately modest dress of dark green velvet. With an elegant poise, she addressed the students and champions among the crowd of Witches and Wizards. She announced the formal beginning of the night's dance.

"...the first dance shall be led by our leading Champion of the first task, Fleur Delacour!" She raised one arm, wrapped in a dark silk glove, to gesture toward the open Ball Room floor.

At the side, the musicians prepared to play a slow, modest performance... but paused.

"..."

A tense hush settled in the room as students glanced around... but there was no sign of the female Champion.

Minerva's yellow cat eyes tightened. Even with her outstanding beauty, it only took the slightest tensing of her expression to petrify Witches and Wizards alike. A sense of discomfort spread through the air when moments passed in silence.

"Fleur Delacour?" She repeated with a tight, clipped tone. Her shadowed cat eyes pierced the crowd, causing a shifting wave throughout the students' bodies who knew not to get on her bad side.

She jerked a pointed look to the side, where one of the oldest Gryffindor women was hurrying over to the side of the stage. The young lady was in a fluster, "I'm sorry, Professor, she was here just a moment ago..."

Minerva breathed silently, maintaining her composure, "Well, then. It seems Miss Delacour is unavailable for the time being... so I will have to pass that honour to Mister Diggory instead."

The crowd shifted as gazes focused on the Seventh-year Hufflepuff.

"I'm sorry, Professor. My date is running late."

Minerva's expression hardly shifted at all, but her gleaming yellow eyes made the young man wilt. He coughed uncomfortably and took a step back to spare himself the crowd's attention.

Keeping the calm, collected poise of Hogwarts' Deputy Headmistress, McGonagall appeared unfazed. Though her voice was clearly out of patience, "Viktor Krum?"

"Da."

With a near start, the music jerked to life as the musicians began a slow and modest tune.

Viktor Krum and his date, a rather tense-looking but beautiful Witch from Durmstrang, took the floor. They began a very polite and courtly dance, setting the mood for the rest of the night's dances. It was made up of small, precise steps and featured minimal contact. A dance full of etiquette and courtesy, appropriate for a Ball such as this, under the gazes of young gentlemen from many respectable wizarding families.

...but to the Witches watching from the side of the room, it was disappointingly impersonal . They were the young, hopeful ladies who put so much effort into tonight's appearance, but if this was all they had to look forward to...

Some of them had dared to hope in vain. They couldn't help but think, since the Yule Ball was such a spectacular event that had not been held in centuries—that maybe, just maybe, the wizards would be swept up in the romance of it all and-!

But those Ladies would only be disappointed.

Few wizards even cared to dance at all, mostly Muggleborns or Halfbloods. And since it was improper for a Lady to invite a Wizard to dance...

More tragic still were the Ladies looking for a particular wizard in the crowd... Pretty young women dressed in luxurious gowns gathered in small circles, whispering quietly about a man. They wanted to see for themselves if the rumours were true... and if Harry Potter was truly something... different .

But to their utter dismay, Harry Potter never showed.

Hogsmeade - The Enclave

"...You're already flushed... Excited tonight..?" Harry leaned forward just enough to tickle the slender neck of the stunningly gorgeous French bird in his embrace. She was breathtaking in a figure-hugging silver dress.

"Mmm~" A sensual, tempting purr came from her as she leaned tightly into his embrace, "How could I not be? I wouldn't miss 'zis for all 'ze fame and glory in 'ze world...!"

Fleur Delacour smiled temptingly at him with amorous eyes, "A chance to dance with you, lover~" She giggled as she spun around in his arms and leaned her warm, curvaceous body close to his. She looked over her shoulder, smiling like a temptress, "I couldn't leave 'zat sad excuse for a dance quick enough!"

Her words put a smile on his face, "Oh? Was it that bad?"

Her pretty pink lips pouted at him, "Oh, you should 'ave seen it! All 'ze pretty girls standing alone along one side... and 'zeir supposed DATES on 'ze other!" She bemoaned, "I pity 'ze poor girls who were expecting something more tonight..!"

"That does sound terrible..." Harry said, with hands locked on Fleur's shapely, fertile hips. With his head over her shoulder, he was blessed with the immoral crack of her valley of cleavage. He exchanged a hot glance and brought his lips close to hers, "...Let's do our part to make sure the girls here don't end up the same... Ready to give them an opening dance to remember?"

Fleur's long lashes fluttered, her luscious painted lips curled into an excited smile, "Oh yes~!"

The slow, formal dance held at the Yule Ball was careful and calculated. It was designed with practised steps to avoid all improper contact. In other words, dreadfully dull. In contrast, the dance Harry and Fleur put on together was as different as could be.

The playful, pregnant Veela in charge of the night's music could feel the sparks light between the two and picked up the tempo with a smooth transition.

The elegantly dressed collection of Witches watched with steadily growing blushes at the hypnotising show the couple on the dance floor put on.

Fleur pulled a silver pin from her carefully done-up hair, letting that elegant bun fall down her bare shoulders in a cascade. Then she turned up the heat, moving her shapely, built-for-sex body in tune with the music.

Harry held her tight, taking the lead as he hugged her soft, tightly-squeezed titties to his chest or pulled those sexy, fuckable hips back to grind her plump backside against his bulging trousers. They were dancing—but only in a manner where their bodies slid and glided together. A far more intimate dance than anything a wizard should ever be comfortable with.

He broke it up with a few spins and fun dips, bending Fleur's flexible, feminine back to crest her silvery blonde hair to the floor. Each time, he nearly made those titanic tits jump out of her dress with the movement.

The young ladies watching this show were awestruck and aroused. They watched as Fleur Delacour, a strikingly gorgeous French Veela, blanketed the dance floor in an aura of pure sex and desire. She moved her body like a succubus yet somehow made it look refined .

And her partner was Harry Potter. The handsome, charming young man who grabbed and fucked each one of their naughty, frustrated cunts, teaching them the pleasures of sex. He was no Veela but somehow had an even more pronounced effect on them. One look at his charming grin, his broad shoulders and tight muscles—just that alone was enough to make any one of these girls hot and horny. But the two of them together? It had these girls spellbound.

As Fleur lost herself in the raw sexual energy radiating between the two of them, and far too soon, it was over. The song came to a close, the music died down, and Fleur let out a moan of disappointment.

He grinned and smooched her lips, hugging her lovely, full hips right there in full view of all the other girls.

The ladies, widely red-faced with excitement, eagerly squealed and gave applause. Each one of them looked excited and ready for their turn.

"Thank you for the dance, love."

As Champion, Fleur deserved a special spotlight tonight, And while he'd be glad to give her the one she REALLY wanted, fucked silly on stage, that could wait. For now, the enchanting Veela served to excite the girls for the dance.

As Fleur floated away, swaying her voluptuous hips with the click of tall heels, Harry locked eyes with another gorgeous beauty.

He gave a grand bow, "Care for a dance?"

The gathered women all around him let out gasps of excitement. Each one of them had fantasies of a night like this. A fancy, high-society ball, where they could wear such lavish dresses and be entertained by a handsome, charming wizard. Harry was happy to be a bit dramatic if it fulfilled that fantasy for them.

A soft, tender hand slipped into his as he brought her delicate knuckles to his lips.

Hermione Granger, more beautiful than he'd ever seen her, blushed sweetly and accepted his dance.

...Slowly, Harry began to work his way through the crowd of women, trading partners and encouraging each of the fine ladies to help entertain each other. Hermione pulled Ginny into a playful dance while Fleur and Gabrielle stole the show as a pair of sexy Veela sisters.

Soon enough, the whole club was in motion, and Harry found himself in the middle of a crowd of spinning skirts and enchanting giggles.

...

...

...As the evening progressed, the temperature in the club steadily increased. The Ladies were slowly letting loose their inhibitions, especially those around Harry himself.

His singular dance partners had turned to two, then three. As much as he could handle at once, as Ladies gave up all pretences of 'ballroom dancing' to instead just bump and grind their curvy figures against him.

Angelina started it all, claiming she'd show these sheltered Witches how they did it in the Muggle world. Hogwarts' demure Ladies watched with blushes on their faces as the sexy dark-skinned Quidditch Captain started grinding and twerking her fat ass against his massive bulge. She made a whore of herself, using her gigantic ass to tempt the endowed stud into BUGGERING her thick, poundable booty cheeks.

All the other women were watching her slutty performance with a gleam of envy. Then, when it was their turn, quite a few began to emulate it. Soon, Harry was holding onto at least two curvy girls while another was rolling her plush rear against his groin to provoke him.

The drinks, the music, and the blanket of thick, intoxicating Veela Allure worked its magic on the closeted sluts all around the club. He began to see modesty and morals disappear all around him as more soft female flesh gradually revealed . The women around him were swallowed up in the atmosphere, feeling naughty as they flashed him tits or glimpses up skirts. Those still 'dancing' with him moaned as his hands dug down tight, plunging necklines to grope at their soft, braless titties beneath. They yelped with excitement as he slapped and squeezed their fat asses, tingling with desire under his every touch.

By the time he was sure he'd worked his way through every woman here, he was about one step from plunging his aching cock into the tight, shapely rear of the horny slut grinding on him.

Gabrielle didn't take well to being neglected and seemed to be trying to coax his hardened prick out to play.

'It's about time to mix it up...' Harry figured, glancing around. He was thrilled to see young ladies losing themselves to the excitement, rubbing and swaying their full, ripe figures together in tight, gorgeous dresses. An obscenely tight dance that would've scandalised any magic folk who saw it had they been in public.

Some of the kinkier Ladies, as well as those who'd been dragged onto the floor by a Veela, had already lost it. He saw a few couples locked together in a tight embrace, grabbing and squeezing and kissing like crazy. They couldn't get enough of each other, lost in passion.

Harry slipped his hand down, making the petite blonde fairy in his arms squeal. Her cute little nips were like diamonds, poking lewdly through her lovely aqua dress. His hand jerked up her dress' incredibly short skirt and found a soft, soaking-wet pair of heated pussy lips eagerly awaiting his touch. With just one knuckle curling inside her quivering hole, Gabrielle let out a giddy squeal and orgasmed in his embrace.

He gave her a parting smooch and passed her back into the waiting embrace of her sister's ample bosom. While she was cheek-pressed into Fleur's squishy cleavage, Harry found someone special lurking at the bar, keeping a close eye on the crowd.

Narcissa always had such a sinful, dark elegance in her presentation... But even she had stepped it up tonight. She looked even more seductive in a dress of dark flowing silk that hugged her enthralling hourglass. Most prominently, her exposed belly was proudly without illusion tonight. It showed a round shape just as emphasised as Hermione or Ginny's.

With skin as fair as snow and dark shadowy eyes, she was a vision of gothic, high-class beauty. Her luxury dress was clearly custom tailored, or perhaps simply transmogrified, because it was far more stimulating than anything a magic shop would sell. It treated the eye to her endless cleavage, plunging its neckline down to the start of her swollen belly.

She looked even more tempting tonight than the evening he stole her from the Malfoys.

Harry pulled her in to taste her rich, red lips and roughly take a grasp of those irresistible titties.

"Mwuah💋" She hungrily responded to his eager tongue, smacking her lips in a way no 'Lady' ought to be seen doing, "Mhaah~ My lord..!" She softly moaned, her shiny red lips now wet.

Harry grinned at the look of desire showing so intensely on this usually calm and in-control woman. He loved it.

"Narcissa... I think we're ready for tonight's special surprise..."

"Mm~!" Her voice hummed with a trill of excitement, "Oh good. I'll go see if... backstage ... is ready."

Harry had to let her go, opting to let her keep her flawless appearance mostly intact for her own role on stage. He followed her swaying hips away from the party for just a moment.

Then, shortly after, Narcissa switched places with him. Harry slipped off backstage while Narcissa sauntered up the steps to the stage and captured the crowd's attention.

"Ladies..!"

It took a few moments for the hush to die down. Still, the tall, elegant beauty of the well-respected Professor Black was quick to capture the attention of her students. Especially those who hadn't even known that she was one of Harry's women.

"Are you all enjoying yourselves? I do hope you have taken this opportunity to get... well acquainted with one another..."

"Yes, Professor~!" Came a chorus of 'dutiful' students, mixed in with a few hornier outcries.

"Wonderful." She gave an enchanting smile, "The fun has only just begun. I'm sure you will all be delighted for what the rest of the night has in store..."

The club filled with the sound of excited giggles and steamy glances between the girls. Each of them were ready for action, as the special potion in the punch did its work.

"Harry slipped away for just a moment to prepare something special... So I'd like to take this chance to say a few words."

With Harry's name and the promise of some surprise , she had the crowd's attention. But what she said next caught them off guard.

"Firstly... I am proud of you." Narcissa said sincerely, offering an elegant smile.

"..!"

She continued, "I've experienced first-hand how hard it is as a young, beautiful Witch struggling with an... ample libido. We're raised in a suffocating environment, taught to repress our natural urges. It is, at times, maddening ."

"Thankfully," She broke up the speech with a playful look, " We were lucky to land the only true man amongst wizards. Harry James Potter..."

"But—Even so..." Narcissa continued, "As hard as it is to keep up such a perfect act in public... Practising such for so many years can be just as harmful. It becomes all we know—to reject ourselves. Once we reach that point... It can be equally as terrifying to let it go."

"That is why I am proud of you, Ladies..." She finished, looking at their beautiful smiles and lovely ball gowns, "For having the courage to let your hair down and be true to yourselves... Here, in our little paradise free from the judgement of limp dicked wizards."

"!!" Narcissa's eloquent speech ended on a surprisingly crass note, causing a brief fit of laughter. The esteemed, noble Professor Black calling their male peers 'limp dicked' had them stifling giggles.

"Now, speaking of our endowed stud ..." Her sudden sultry tone brought the topic back around, "I have one quick announcement I'd like to make before he takes over again."

"Some of you may not have known that I was... well..." She brought one of her hands, donned in an elegant black bridal glove, to the swelling curve of her pregnant belly, "One of you... So, I would like to formally announce this for those unaware."

"When I divorced my impotent former husband, I retook the name 'Black'... However... I did not retake it simply because it was my maiden name. I took it as the acting Lady of House Black. Of which... Harry is the current Head." Her ruby lips curled as educated young ladies gasped and squealed, "As some of you have surmised... That means we married in secret."

"..!" The rest of the room joined in excited cries and squeals as Narcissa brandished her hand, letting a large, sparkling diamond glimmer under the stage's magical lights. For Witches starved for romanticism and love from neglectful wizards, the idea of marriage captivated them.

Each of them was in awe, feeling an intense fluttery emotion in their chests. They shouted out congratulations with happy voices. At the same time, they felt a swelling, smouldering hope in their breast.

'Harry married her... just like that.' The thought weighed heavily in many minds. Narcissa was not only a much older woman but had already been married. A proven 'unfaithful' wife. Moreover, Harry hadn't even graduated yet and wouldn't for several more years. A typical wizard would be turned off by one of these things... yet Harry didn't care about any of the three.

This gave them hope for themselves.

"Thank you." Narcissa smiled, full of honest joy.

She held up a hand to calm the riled-up ladies, "Naturally, because this was so sudden and secret... We never held any formal ceremony..." Her lips curled with playful sensuality, " Other than a night of INTENSE consummation. "

A shudder passed through the crowd, followed by hot moans as every woman there imagined Narcissa's beautiful figure stripped bare and sweaty beneath Harry's masculine shape.

"As my last word on the subject..." Narcissa led, curling another inviting, sensual smile, "We're thinking of holding a private 'wedding' once we have an opportunity. Most likely this summer, after the school year has ended."

"So..." She smirked sinfully, "I would like to formally invite all of my new sisters in love to join us in celebration when the time comes💕"

The ladies all erupted in applause and joyful cries, eager to attend their favourite Professor's wedding. The more experienced women, Hermione, Ginny, and many of the Veela, were already lost in lewd imagination, picturing how such an affair would end. Lovely white wedding dresses, torn and shredded on the floor, with bridesmaids by the dozen spread-eagle and thoroughly creampied.

Once the buzz cooled off, Narcissa brought them back to the matter at hand.

"I hope those of you who wanted to dance seized your chance... because I have a feeling there won't be much more of it from this point forward..." Her meaningful words and sultry purr filled the air with aroused expectation.

"But before we get to all the fun..." She led teasingly, with a sinful smile on her wine-red lips, "...Harry has one last little show for you ladies."

Seeing a look of excited curiosity wash over the well-dressed Ladies, Narcissa smirked, "Please enjoy."

Then she slipped her thin black wand from the band hugging her luscious, stocking-clad thigh, and raised it. The girls watched as a plush, velvet armchair, much like a throne, was conjured front and centre on the stage, and the lights around the club dimmed, bringing focus. Then she slipped away right as the curtains opened up.

...

A slender, shapely young Lady walked out. She was stiff, nearly frozen under the spotlight. But, after a moment of gathering herself, she walked forward. She kept her back straight and her nose high, a pureblood by her gait, to be sure.

Her deep blue dress was made of fine, luxurious silk that emphasised her bountiful curves. Compared to some of the cuts of the dresses in the crowd, hers was modest and tried to contain as much of her ample bosom as it could hold at bay. Her shoulders were bare, but her arms were covered in long, navy blue satin gloves. Her hair was pulled to one side in a luxurious style, falling down one shoulder in curls. She was a sight to behold, carrying herself with undeniable grace and beauty.

...Though no one could see her features. At least not beyond a pair of thin, red lips. The upper part of her face was covered in a dark masquerade mask made of blacks and deep blues, with a faint touch of silver beneath her eyes. With an expensive set of silver earrings to match, she was clearly styled to represent Ravenclaw.

She gently held her arm modestly against Harry's fine suit. She appeared with all the grace of a Lady, accompanying her Lord to the ball.

She walked, disguising shaky steps but not disguising them well enough to fool these observant Witches. Then she made a soft, feminine noise as she was pulled onto Harry's knee at the front of the stage, where he took his seat on the extravagant throne Narcissa had conjured for him.

He looked up to this stunning Raven and lowered his voice for her, "Are you ready?"

The young Lady was shaking, though whether it was with nerves of fear or excitement, no one could tell. Her red lips curled into a pretty smile as she gave a timid nod.

Harry chuckled. He knew she was not a timid girl by nature. She was older than him, too. She was also very familiar with performing in front of a crowd. Still, the nature of this performance made her trepidatious. She was inexperienced .

"Good." He said simply. Then he turned to the club.

He grew a dashing smile as he met the eager gazes of his own sizable coven of Horny Witches . He addressed them, "We've got a surprise guest tonight, girls. The invitations only went out to the Witches I've fucked and knocked up ... You girls."

His crass language made the young Lady on his lap tense up. Looking closely, a few girls giggled, pointing out the Ravenclaw's stiff, pointed nips poking through her deep navy dress.

"But... I bumped into this little bird... and knew I had to snatch her away. So I teased her a bit, told her all about my dastardly deeds with the fine Witches of Hogwarts..." He gently slid the hand resting on her back down just a few inches. Her back arched, and she whimpered.

He grinned roguishly, "So you know what she did..?"

"Choked on your cock?" Lavender proudly spoke up from the front row, looking at this shapely Ravenclaw like a cut of meat. Her eyes were telling. She was picturing this girl dirtying her skirt, kneeling on the floor with thick, swollen cockmeat stuffed down her gullet.

"Hahah, no... But she did offer." Harry light-heartedly laughed.

"Oooohh~" The crowd of girls let out a noise of surprise, giving the new Witch on Harry's lap looks of odd respect.

She seemed to be filled with shame, and she ducked her eyes away.

"I would've loved to have fun with her right then and there... but I wasn't going to be late for THIS event. So, I made her a naughty little proposition..." He teased her with a grin and pulled her chin up to meet his eyes, "And she got so excited by the idea... that she agreed to leave her date hanging at the Yule Ball, so she could get fucked on stage right here in front of all of her fellow Witches."

"Oh my god..! Her first time..? On stage?"

"She's bold..!"

"You mean desperate!"

"I mean, it IS Harry, right? Wouldn't you do the same..?"

The girls were swept into a fluster of excitement as the masked Ravenclaw stirred with her own aroused nervousness.

"She's been backstage, getting fitted for this lovely dress last-minute! Doesn't she look gorgeous, girls?"

"Yeah, she does!" The girls responded with flattery, though it was more crass and vulgar than these 'high society' Witches usually offer. A few remarks about her huge knockers and saucy whistles made the young woman even more flustered on his lap.

Harry smiled mischievously, "There's just one little problem..."

The masked Ravenclaw squealed on Harry's lap. He opened his legs and raised his hand. To her shock, her own legs opened, too! She struggled to pull down the tiny skirt that hardly went down her thick, milky thighs.

Harry chuckled and coaxed her hands away. With a burning red face beneath a half-mask, her dress was jerked up by magic, and the plump flesh of her milky thighs was exposed... along with the clear view of a soaking reddened pussy.

"Apolline couldn't find any matching knickers!" He declared with a light laugh.

The view of the young woman's naked sex got the crowd riled up. They started getting into it, calling out to her and complimenting her cute pink pussy. She would've fainted from the pure shame that consumed her... if not for Harry stealing her attention and a little pre-show courage-in-a-vial.

The girls began cheering as Harry pulled the sexy, bottomless Ravenclaw in for an intense, open-mouthed kiss that rocked her world. She immediately lost all awareness of the voyeuristic crowd. She wrapped an arm around his neck to hungrily trade messy kisses.

Her voice rose high in fevered passion as Harry slid his arm around to dip between those plump, open thighs and slip into the sopping mess of her flower petals. He wasted no time, digging in two knuckles deep to stir her messy cunt into a wet, splashing mess.

"She's SOAKED!" Someone cried from the front row.

"Mm~ So pretty and pink~! Looks delicious💕!"

"Hehe~ Is she as TIGHT as she looks, Harry?!"

"Mmwuah~💋" Even with her face half-covered, she looked cute with such red cheeks and wet lips, gasping after the intense kiss.

"Mn! Maybe even tighter!" Harry responded, stirring up her pussy with expert hands, "This little slit would feel amazing wrapped around my cock!" He teased her, slipping his fingers out to give her soaking petals a few playful, wet pats. Then he dove back in, deeper and faster.

"Nnngh~! Ooooh~! Harry~!" The girl trembled like a mooncalf, nearly curling into a ball on his lap as she struggled to endure the pleasure that he brought her. He held her legs open and finished her off in record time, "Oh shiiiiiitt~!"

She squealed loudly, throwing her head back as her pink slit sprayed a mess of sweet nectar on the floor of the stage in front of them. Harry's fingers kept schlick, shlick, schlicking through her soaking folds as she came uncontrollably.

"That was a big one💓"

"...Mn... It looked good... haaah..!" Even the more reserved girls had drifted closer from the sides as the spectating crowd of aroused women grew tighter. Many girls had a hand buried between their thighs, imagining it was them under Harry's attention.

Harry chuckled at the look of ecstasy on her face as she went limp, leaning into his chest. He cupped her rosy cheek to bring her gaze to his. Her brown eyes were glassy, looking back at him. He sucked her sweet taste from his fingers and gave her a wink.

Then he turned his head to the rest of the club, "So girls... Do you want to see this naughty 'Claw lose her precious virginity tonight?"

A thrill travelled down her spine as her breath caught in her throat, 'Oh fuck..!' She moaned, tingling uncontrollably. Harry's proclamation reminded her of the gravity of her actions tonight, ' He's really going to do it..! I-I'll lose my purity..!'

Yet even as her thoughts were near panic... There was no part left of her that wanted to stop. She'd made the decision to toss her virginity away like it was worthless, in view of her peers... and she'd made that decision in sound body and mind before he'd dragged her on stage, heated up her body like a furnace, and given her a body-rocking climax with just a couple fingers.

There was no going back... and it seemed that the crowd agreed.

"Do it, Harry~!"

"Fuck her~!"

He gave a brief laugh and reached down. While she was still heaving in gasps of air, Harry took a forceful hand on the tight neckline of her fitted dress. The fine, expensive material snapped and popped until it finally split, tearing just enough for him to comfortably pull those deliciously fat, juicy titties free. He squeezed one firmly, testing its expansive softness. With the other, he sucked as much of that tasty titty meat as he could into his mouth. All she could do was moan as he toyed with her expansive chest, which no man had ever seen before, much less groped so possessively. Yet nothing but pure euphoria filled her.

'Yes, Harry~!' She moaned internally, 'Play with my titties~! Please~! Merlin..! It feels so good..! It's better than my dirtiest dreams💗' She was one of the dirty girls with a special relationship with Harry Potter. One that, up until this point, was comprised of one-sided desire, longing looks, and long, sweaty nights curled up in her bedsheets.

More than most... because she spent every precious second leading up to a Quidditch locked in the locker room furiouslyjilling her sensitive cunny to hopefully keep her head clear enough to fly straight when she faced him on broomstick.

The naughty Ravenclaw let him have it all—All he had to do was ASK.

He grabbed her slender arms and lifted her up. She moaned with excitement as her plush rear bumped against something HOT and huge swollen in his pants. Then she struggled, knees trembling, as he hoisted her up. Her legs flailed momentarily before suddenly correcting themselves under magical guidance.

'Oh god..!' Her face couldn't get any redder as she was faced straight ahead to the crowd. She could see each and every one of their dirty, knowing grins. She could FEEL their gazes locked on her embarrassingly wet , drooling pussy.

Even worse was the pose he put her in. Her legs, moved by magic, found purchase as her heels slipped off her feet, letting her bare soles touch the flat armrests of Harry's chair. Then she was squatted down in a very unladylike pose, right over his lap. Harry remained seated, but the loud cheers of the women clued her in on what was coming next.

Before she knew it, he grabbed her hips and pulled her just a bit lower.

'O-oh shit..! I-Is that..?! There's no way..!' Her eyes fluttered as she let out a guttural moan. She struggled to look down but couldn't see. All she could do was FEEL. Something far too big to be real, like a hot, rounded fist was primed at the soaking mess of her pussy. It was a thick, swollen cock. Prime in size and shape for breeding slutty, horny Witches like her by the dozen.

Her knees trembled as she struggled to keep her lewd squat primed precariously above a dangerously huge spear of masculinity. If her legs gave out now, she'd be spoiled forever by that obscene girth. Ruined for any other man.

"Nnngh..!" She released a lewd noise as she couldn't hold on anymore, and her strength gave out.

"...mnghh?" She whined in confusion and rolled her hips. Her slick, soaking pink folds gushed messily, soaking his swollen cocktip in ample fluids... but she didn't fall. He held her slender waist with strong, controlling hands, holding her perfectly still.

"Heheh, you really want it, hm?" Harry chuckled, surprised she was so naughty that she'd try to drop herself on his massive size without fear of getting split apart. Her greedy pussy was quivering. The tight, tiny hole spasmed, opening as much as it could manage like it was trying to swallow him inside.

Maybe in another circumstance, she'd play the modest act... But she was flustered, horny, and had already suffered enough shame to hold back now.

"Yes~! P-please..! P-Put it in, Harry..! Ooh, I've wanted this for so long..!" Her voice was raised in fevered arousal, but she tried to keep it from carrying across the club. However, more than a few girls heard her and giggled with approval.

His purple tip swelled under her gushing sex, pleased by her eagerness. But he wanted more, "You really want it? If I do... you'll be knocked up like all the others... You'll be one of us..." His voice spoke lustfully, a tingling rumble that sent delightful shivers down her spine, "...One of mine forever. No going back. If you REALLY want this... Then take off that mask and greet your new sisters with a smile..."

"Haah... Haah..." Her toes curled on velvet armrests. Her hips wiggled like she was trying to work that thick, broad cocktip. Her teeth clenched as she moaned in frustration... and quickly reached up to sling that mask off.

Eyes grew with surprise as many among them recognised her. Nearly all the students did. The slutty, horny Ravenclaw, half-naked in a torn, skimpy blue dress, was one of the most popular girls in the school. A fifth-year, and well recognised... because she was the stunning, swift sweetheart of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. Their very own Seeker and Harry's frequent opponent in the sky... Cho Chang.

"Cho?!" A few outlandish cries came from girls in lighter blue dresses, followed by the rest as most present quickly recognised her.

"Good girl..!" Harry grinned broadly and kissed her fair, swanlike neck. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, the only warning she had for what was about to come.

"Aaaaiiieeeee~!" With a cute, girlish squeal, Cho felt her impossibly tight, petite pussy somehow stretch to swallow up a cock of such indomitable size and thickness. She was a slender, petite girl and had a tightness to match, but Harry's cock couldn't be denied as it burrowed its way forcefully into her clenching twat.

She squealed loudly, nearly showering the front row with an impressive, arcing squirt as her legs jerked shut, knees knocking together in an adorable, spasming climax. Her pussy thrashed just as much as her body while Harry grunted with pleasure and hugged her close.

He watched her pretty face warp with rapture as she felt the intensity of such a potent climax. One brought on by all the feelings of thrilling excitement and shame of losing her virginity to her deep crush here in front of friends and classmates.

'This is bliss~' The first rational thought that pulled together in her mind. A deep, satisfied grin stretched across her gorgeous features as she felt the hot fullness of Harry's manhood stuffing her belly. She gasped, bringing a shaky hand to her tight, slender tummy, 'S-so big..! I feel so...full... so... complete💕'

"Oh, she's finished now~💞" A playful giggle came from the front of the crowd, joined by many other girls who knew that silly smile on Cho's face well.

Harry held the trembling woman's fertile hips, savouring the new cunt clinging to his swollen cock. He shifted, making sure all the girls got a good look at Cho's lewdly stretched pussy lips swallowing his fat meat. Then he treated them to a show.

All of the hot gazes of the dozens of Witches gathered before the stage watched first-hand as Harry claimed the cunt of a new sister slut. They were eager to see the moment Cho was bred by the thick, juicy manhood stretching her delicate slit and the look of euphoria she'd wear filled with his rich seed.

"S-So big..!" Cho's voice cracked as Harry's firm fingers dug into her tight waist. She barely got ahold of her senses before she felt him begin bouncing her on the colossal fleshrod currently swelling her belly with its obscene girth.

"Yes~! Yes~! YES💞!"

Cho's fellow Witches were impressed by how well she took his massive size on her first go, giggling to each other. The beautiful, fair-skinned Ravenclaw Seeker fell back against his broad chest, clinging to his shoulder as she rocked and rolled her hips on her own.

Her hot, soaking walls coiled around his throbbing cock lustfully. She tried to grind her hips deeper. To seek greater pleasure. Harry helped her along, whispering dirty promises of a lifetime of hot breeding sex in her ear while she humped his lap like a desperate slut.

She rocked against him with growing fervour, like she just couldn't quite hit that spot deep in her pussy. Harry had mercy.

"H-huh? Oooohh~!" She let out a deep, pleasure-filled moan as Harry grabbed her squishy thighs and lifted them up. Her legs dangled in an open M-shape, flashing the party-goers with an open view at her naughty sex. Then he began to pound her gushing slit as hard and fast as she was carving.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Cho's well-defined features curled into an ecstatic smile of pleasure. Her spasming slit gushed with her juices, soaking the cock and pounding it into a sopping mess.

The watching crowd of Witches were spellbound by the slutty show of shameless sex. It filled each of them with intense desires. Their minds raced with naughty fantasies of sex with Harry... and jealousy of Cho, wondering how thrilling it would be to take her place and get fucked squealing on stage in front of all the others.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Harry kept up a fierce, brutal pace, dropping Cho's tender, despoiled slit on his hefty meat until he was ready to blow. He gave her the faintest warning before dropping her on his cock one final time.

"YES, Harry~!" Cho squealed with wanton lust consuming her, "Breed me💞~!"

All the Witches watched rapturously. They all felt a taste of Cho's intense ecstasy as they remembered their own first experience. The incredible pleasure and sense of relief that came with his big, fat cock splitting their frustrated pussies. Then, the absolute euphoria of their utmost desires as Witches was finally fulfilled. The moment his creamy cum flooded their wombs, knocking them up.

Nearly all the women present held a hand to their bellies as they watched a burst of salty spunk spill from Cho's tight pink seal. Beneath lovely, elegant dresses, each Lady in the crowd had a soaking pussy twinging with envy.

Harry chuckled, watching the unblinking, ravenous eyes of these well-dressed Witches follow his messy cock. As it popped free of Cho's messy, creampied cunt, the women eyed his cum-stained cock like a pack of beasts.

Officially, the 'Dance' was over at The Enclave . Now, it was time for the rest of the night's activities.

...

The opening show of Cho Chang's inaugural breeding session complete, the club's mood had been thoroughly focused on sex.

The gorgeous Asian Witch was dumped half-conscious in the scraps of her torn-up dress onstage. Her legs were still spread-eagle, leaking copious cum from her ravaged pussy.

The hot show of shameless sex, combined with the intensifying effect of the subtle aphrodisiac mixed in their drinks, left a steamy sexual energy thick in the air.

The moment Harry stepped off the floor, he was mobbed by cock-hungry sluts.

Katie Bell had her lovely light pink dress jerked all the way up her hips to fall below him in a lewd stripper's squat. Her bare pussy drooled on the dance floor while she hungrily sucked the sweet taste of Cho's juices off his cock, ruining her own meticulous makeup with a sloppy, lipstick-smearing deepthroat.

Hermione and Ginny were squeezed into his sides while their fat, ripe titties were moulded under his fingers. With a vast, squishy breast in each hand, Harry made both girls yelp with pleasure, tugging on hardened nipples. Then his hands slid down to their bellies.

Two lovely little domes, very obviously pregnant now. Without the cover of thick sweaters or loose robes, their rounded bellies were blatantly apparent in tight dresses. It had been over four months since the day he popped over to the Burrow and pinned these eager sluts to Ginny's bed for a night of long, sweaty sex.

Harry rubbed these two pregnant tummies possessively and eyed all the other Ladies, "I can't wait 'till all of you look just like this..." He said, making Hermione and Ginny moan with his hands on their baby bumps, "Or even bigger... You girls will look so sexy all swollen together..."

"Harry..." Hermione softly gasped at his side.

"Mm~💕" Ginny wore a lewd expression, picturing it with fluttering eyes.

The two content knocked-up Witches looked irresistible. Hermione is a true beauty queen with her risque, layered pink gown. Beside her was a total fox. With just a little style to their hair and a touch of magical cosmetics, they were both total knockouts. Sexpot bombshells that could arouse the libido of men far more than the hottest models in muggle magazines.

So to Harry, they were complete cockteases, with beauty that begged to be ravaged.

He rewarded the eager slut polishing his knob with a mouthful of cum, pulling free of her lips to cover her face in semen.

Then Hermione cried out as girls gathered and watched. As Narcissa had predicted, the girls were no longer keen on dancing . They crowded around to watch Hermione's pregnant pussy get pounded right there in the centre of the crowd, her gorgeous pink dress torn by Harry's magic so he could plug her leaking, needy twat.

He held her fat tits, so she couldn't fall while he pounded into her doughy ass from behind. In a heated, hip-smacking standing fuck, each girl was able to plainly see Hermione's beautiful features descend into euphoric bliss. Her stunning pink dress was stained with juices as she came, and her big-dicked stud pumped her full of a fresh load of hot cum.

With a wet pop, Harry pulled his cock free after giving her tasty red lips one last smooch and a whispered word. A few giggling girls had to help their pregnant walk to a nearby couch on shaky legs, leaking thick globs of cum with very wobbly steps.

Ginny was already stroking his messy cock begging for her own turn. Knowing what a dirty girl this baby-crazy vixen was, Harry waved his magic over her. Ginny's tight tube dress leapt off her bodacious figure, piling on the floor. She shrieked, looking down at her own plush, freckled tits naked on her chest as all the other girls gawked at her delectable, nude figure.

Ginny looked up at him, flushed and horny from all the gazes boring into her thick, bare ass and naked titties. Then she grew a lewd grin and leapt into his arms. He spanked her quaking freckled booty cheeks raw as she bounced on his cock, squealing like a whore, until she too was swollen with hot cum.

He looked up, smirking roguishly, as he saw dozens of gorgeous ladies gathered around him. They were all in such fine, lovely dresses... which made the flushed, desperate 'fuck me' eyes they were sending him so much hotter. He saw them jerking down the straps of their dresses, squeezing their plump tits. Others could be seen burying their hands into the flowing skirts of their dresses, trying to stimulate their cock-hungry cunts.

He had to chuckle at the sight. Each of them looked so horny and needy... Yet their nature as 'Ladies' made them hesitate from swarming him like a swarm of Succubi.

The crowd parted as an older, seductive woman sauntered through. As excited as the younger women, the students of Hogwarts, were, they were no match for the Veela MILF, Apolline Delacour. Her enormous bust was a feast for the eyes, making even the cock-focused Witches around stop and stare. The low-bust violet dress she wore was simply obscene with the immensity of her breasts. Two mere cloths of fabric held aloft such heavy, full tits attached to shoulder straps as thin as strings.

With silver hair extravagantly styled, full, kissable lips painted a matching light purple, and sparkling silver jewellery, she was a Goddess of Sex sauntering seductive hips through the crowd.

"My Lord..." Her long lashes and sinful smile were unfairly attractive. Behind her, a pair of platinum blonde Veela only magnified the effect of her Allure. Fleur in her lovely, relatively modest , blue ballgown, and her younger sister Gabrielle in a teasingly short silver babydoll dress.

"Apolline..." Harry growled with desire seeing these three Delacour temptresses together. His cock twitched with eagerness to taste the heavenly body of the MILF once again. His eyes, drawn down to the shelf of her endless cleavage, saw a large, wide Potion vial in her hands. He grinned.

As she drew near, he felt her floating around beside him. Her plush breasts flattened against him as the rich, intoxicating smell of a fresh, fertile Veela dangerously filled his body with primal desires.

He looked at the purplish liquid swirling inside the potion. Gabrielle giggled and took the initiative, bending down to suck and slurp up Ginny's sex juices from his rock-hard cock. Unaware, or most likely uncaring, how her teeny skirt flipped up and flashed all the girls behind her a view of her naked rump and drooling pink slit.

Fleur smiled knowingly at Harry and popped the crystal cork. She tilted the potion forward into a fancy wine glass. A purple fog spilt forth and filled the air with a rich, intoxicating scent. The potion, hand-brewed by the Veela MILF herself, was a special recipe derived from the Black Library.

It was potent enough to let a normal wizard go a few times in a row... This meant for HIM, once imbibed, his cock wouldn't go down until he'd fucked a dozen witches raw , at least.

Fleur's crystal blue eyes sparkled with delight as she held this glass out for him to drink.

He chuckled and took a sip, smacking his lips as Gabby choked on his growing, swelling cock. He grabbed her blonde hair and pushed her deeper, making her eyes cross in masochistic delight. He tightly embraced Apolline's shapely curves, "You wouldn't be trying to cut in line, would you? A proud, Alluring Veela like you? Too impatient to let these younger Ladies have their fill, first?"

"Not at all, my Lord... I'm merely bringing you a drink. I prepared this exactly as you 'have requested." She smiled as if completely unoffended by his accusation.

Harry smirked. It wasn't an accusation at all but more of a challenge. He took the rest of the glass from Fleur, still full nearly to the brim, and glanced at Apolline, "Well, that's no fun. Do it."

Her eyes flashed with surprise, "Pardon..?"

His lips curled into a provocative smile, "Do it. Try to tempt me away from all these other gorgeous girls. Try to tempt me to fuck you ."

"M-my lord..?" She softly breathed in, eyes flashing with sensual desire.

"I want you three gorgeous Veela to blanket me in your Allure... To try to drive me mad with lust until I push you to the floor and tear off these sinful dresses..." He smirked cruelly, "Until then... I won't fuck you."

As Apolline gasped in shock, body tingling with arousal, Harry grabbed her. She let out an erotic moan as he suddenly hooked an arm around her thin waist. With a little tug, her mind-bogglingly big breasts jutted out. She let out a sharp breath as a sudden magic force grabbed her titties like an extra, invisible pair of strong hands seized them. Those meaty breasts were squeezed roughly together, making a cock-teasing shelf of sinfully tempting cleavage.

Harry looked into her seductive eyes, with his magic manhandling her pillowy chest, and tilted his wine glass over.

Fleur watched with steamy eyes as Harry poured that delicately prepared potion into the tightly squeezed mountains of her mother's enormous bosom. Then he dove forward, leaving her to gasp and clutch at his mess of black hair as he sucked and drank the potion from the valley of her tight cleavage.

"Glllcck~!" Gabrielle couldn't see but felt his cock swell even bigger in her tight, snug throat and gleefully enjoyed him pumping his hips against her hungry mouth. Spit and drool spilt down her lips as he fucked her throat roughly.

Harry smacked his lips, licking up every last drop from the deliciously tempting titties he'd just feasted upon. Then he gave her one last fiery look, "Go on now..." He took a forceful squeeze of her plump assmeat, urging her to act.

"Y-yes, my lord..." She breathed a whisper of obedience.

Gabrielle moaned in displeasure as he pulled the thick girth of his cock from her drooling mouth. She looked up at him, begging with a wet tongue and naughty eyes, as he held her blonde hair in a fist. He smacked his meaty cock against her cheek, "Not yet... If you want more, you'll have to earn it..."

Then Harry turned his attention back to the rest of the club. He saw girls, now actively drooling at his exposed, spit-shined cock, hot and ready to fuck. Some were barely keeping their dresses on, while others had already gotten started, teasing themselves or squealing in the arms of a playful Veela.

With the fresh batch of cock-stimulating potion pumping raw sexual desire through his blood and the fully focused Allure of the three Delacour goddesses soaking into him, Harry felt himself at the peak of arousal.

His cock was hugely swollen, throbbing with angry veins, ready to ravage the hungry, drooling quims of dozens of worked-up Witches.