Every single witch in the castle was pregnant.
It wasn't most, it wasn't the great majority save for a few. From McGonagall down to the lowliest first year, every single cunt at Hogwarts had been well and truly bred.
The only real distinction was between the girls that were showing and those that were not.
Some did not appear pregnant yet, others were showing the small, slight little bump of early pregnancy, and others, others waddled around the castle with big, gravid bellies.
And those bellies were usually covered in cum.
No one stopped just because the girls were pregnant, after all. If anything, it made the boys that much more eager to creampie their little snatches up.
There was a flurry of paternity spells cast, and it became a competition of sorts between the boys to see who had fathered the most children. Lee Jordan was the winner so far with a total of three girls pregnant from his seed, though a group of first year boys had tried to lobby for themselves, seeing as they'd each bred several generations of incestous pixie sluts.
Some of the boys turned out to not have gotten any witches pregnant at all, and those were the subject of mockery and ridicule. Many witches were not pregnant with human children. Centaurs, dogs, hippogriffs, mermen and even house elves, there were a considerable contingent of girls who had ended up with bellies full of half-breed babies.
Harry was no different. All his girls were pregnant. Every single one of them heavily so. Alice was the only exception, having recently given birth to Harry's first daughter, she'd turned around and gotten pregnant again when Harry fucked her right after birth. But she was still in the very early stages at this point.
With such a large harem, the sensible thing would be for everyone to sleep in separate beds, and perhaps work out some form of rotating schedule for sleeping with Harry each night.
Harry and his harem were many things, but sensible was definitely not on the list. Nowhere near.
The entire bedroom was one massive bed, with only a little wedge of stone floor by the door. The fireplace was in a nook halfway up the wall, the ceiling being almost as high as the one in the great hall, enchanted to always display a serene, starlit night's sky.
Harry was at the center of a messy pile of human flesh. All of his girls were there, including the centaurs and the goblinettes, all sporting big, round bellies.
Harry and Alice's daughter was in an adjacent nursery, watched over by a house elf. It wouldn't be long before that baby girl would be joined by many more.
But currently, Harry and his girls were all snoozing away, a maze of bodies spooning bodies. Gabrielle was resting her head on Taurie's hindquarters, her gravid belly looking the most egregious on her tiny, underage frame as her little titties had puffed up into bee-stings.
Pansy was cuddled up with five goblinettes, treating them almost as plushies. The creatures had become quasi-house elves, happily waiting on Harry and his other girls, serving food and the like. Though they tended to be quite mischievous as well.
Many mother daughter pairs were embracing. The Carrows, the Greengrass women, the eldest Delacours, Tonks, her mother and her aunt, they were all tightly entwined, hands wandering absently in their sleep and forcing out a squeak or a moan.
Tonight, Harry had his mother and Katie on either side of him, his cock resting inside of Cho's half-open mouth while his nutsack was spread out over Katie's face.
Harry was fast asleep, cock twitching periodically and rattling around inside of Cho's mouth. Out of instinct, the girl would seal her lips around his head and give it several long, hard sucks.
High up above, a spectral figure emerged through the wall.
It was the Grey Lady, the ghost of Ravenclaw house. In a previous life, she'd been Helena Ravenclaw, daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw.
Helena peered down at the sea of sleeping bodies, her haunting gaze taking in all the gravidly pregnant bellies and swollen breasts before zeroing in on her target.
"Harry Potter, the time has come." She whispered.
She dove, and as she did, the ring around Harry's cock began to glow. Harry's cock popped out of Cho's mouth, and just as the boy's eyes snapped open, the Grey Lady struck him.
…
"Achk! That felt so weird! It was like getting dunked in slimy ice water." Harry shivered, arms wrapped around himself.
The Grey Lady stared at Harry, unblinking, "do not be so churlish, Harry Potter. Phantoms can still feel."
"What does churlish mean?" Harry asked. "Anyways, what did you just do?! Why are we out in the castle?"
Indeed, moments after waking up to see the Grey Lady flying directly through him, Harry found himself whisked away from his massive pile of cumsluts and out in the cold, empty halls of Hogwarts, still nude.
He had to do a double take as he finally took in the details. This corridor… it was for sure Hogwarts, but everything looked newer, as if it had been recently built.
"For close to a thousand years, I have awaited your arrival. The one true master of the Sorting Cock."
"A thousand… Wait! Were you the one that spoke to me at Gringotts?"
The Grey Lady gave a subtle nod, "I am the ring's creator. Why does it surprise you that I can communicate through it?"
Harry blinked in confusion, "what do you mean you created it? Are you… you're Rowena Ravenclaw?"
For the first time, her expression shifted, turning into the subtlest of smiles. "Close, Harry Potter. I am her daughter, Helena Ravenclaw."
"But… your mum was the one who created the ring."
"That is incorrect, Harry Potter. The ring, the charter, all of it is my creation."
The shocked expression on Harry's face was all the invitation Helena needed to elaborate. "My mother and the other founders, they were of their time, repressed and prudish," as she spoke, it seemed that more and more life was seeping into Helena's spectral form, "I suffered greatly, Harry Potter, seeing such lustrous, beautiful, well-shaped women reject the pleasures of their bodies."
Harry's eyes widened as things began to click, "you wanted to fuck your mum."
"Such crass words. I wanted to worship at the temple between her legs, make her quiver, leave her faint, and share a truly powerful man's seed between our fecund cunts." She shook her head, "instead, I was not even allowed to bare my shoulders for fear of impropriety. That is why I created the ring, Harry Potter. It is why I remained as a ghost, waiting patiently for one powerful enough to fulfill my dream."
"Ok, that all makes sense, I guess. But why did you bring me here? And where are we, exactly? Is this really Hogwarts?"
"Of course it is Hogwarts. The ring and the castle are closely bound. But this is not your Hogwarts, Harry Potter. This is the Hogwarts of my time, nearly a thousand years in the past."
Harry's eyes widened, "What? But that's impossible."
"Impossible is nothing." Helena reached down, her ghostly hand wrapping around the base of Harry's cock, the ring glowed brighter than ever before, and strangely, Harry could actually feel her ghostly fingers around him, not as incorporeal as before. "You have gathered so much power, Harry Potter. And, on the winter solstice, with every womb in the castle swollen with child, the ritual could finally be completed."
She began to stroke his cock. Her hand was deathly cold, and yet Harry's shaft was rock hard in mere moments.
"Now, you will fulfill my dream, Harry Potter." Harry shivered, goosebumps forming at the nape of his neck.
This time, the voice had come from behind him.
Before Harry could whip around, a hand reached out from behind him and wrapped around his shaft, right over the Grey Lady's.
It was small. First year small.
In front of him, the ghostly figure of the Grey Lady began to fade away, small sparks of light drifting off of her body and latching onto the hand that was on his cock.
Suddenly, the ghost was gone. Harry turned around, and he was face to face with a gorgeous eleven year old girl.
"Helena?" Harry asked. She was cute and slender, with sleek, blue-black hair and sharp grey eyes.
"The one and only." The girl nodded. "I was drawn here by my ghost, and now the two of us have merged."
Before Harry could ask any further questions, Helena fell to her knees, opening her mouth wide as she looked up at him with impish, seductive eyes.
She took his cock into her mouth, and Harry leaned back against the wall, savoring the blowjob from the founder's daughter.
His cock was painfully hard as Helena bobbed her head, eyes never leaving his as she slurped on his cock with the hungry need of a wanton, repressed slut.
"Fuck!" Harry grunted as she stroked him while sucking, cranking her hands and twisting her head as wet *glurks* echoed through the corridor.
For a moment, he thought she would finish him off with her mouth, but after taking him all the way down her throat and giving the base of his cock a wet smooch, Helena pulled back, letting his monstrous shaft plop out of her mouth as she stood.
"Take me, now! Quench the fire that burns within my loins!"
She lifted her conservative nightdress right off and tossed it aside as if it were on fire, baring her pale, slender form to him. Her breasts were still only little buds, but her nipples were red and painfully hard, and her pussy was already dripping copious amounts of fluid onto the floor.
She jumped on him, and Harry caught her, backing up against the wall as she impaled herself on his cock, letting out a cry of freedom as the sorting cock tore through her virginity.
"Yes! Yes! This is the flesh rod that I deserve!" She bounced on him like a madwoman, squeezing her pussy lips nice and tight as Harry laid his back flat against the wall and thrust his hips forward.
*PLAP*PLAP*PLAP*PLAP*
The sound of slapping flesh echoed through the halls as Harry showed Helena no mercy. The slutty little Ravenclaw, the mastermind behind the Sorting Cock, let her tongue loll out, moaning incoherently as she was fucked stupid by her own creation.
His balls slapped against her ass as Harry gripped her slender hips. Helena arched her back, her budding chest shaking and swaying as she took Harry's cock.
The ring let out a golden glow and Helena's eyes followed suit, and this time, the claiming felt almost as if he were completing a set, as if he'd found a lock to match a key.
The moment the collar formed around her neck, Helena gripped it with both hands, "Yes! Yes!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, filled with pure ecstasy as she was overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm.
Harry held her against him as his balls pulsated, churning out a tidal wave of cum to fill up and inseminate her womb. His cockhead was wedged right in between her cervix, providing a clear path for his scalding hot seed to blast into her womb and swell it up with piping hot cream.
"Was it everything you ever hoped for?" Harry asked as he gently helped her down, her left hand cupping her pussy to keep his seed in.
"All of it and more. Much more." She said breathlessly, holding her right hand out to him, "come, we need to strike them now."
"Strike them?" Harry asked as she led him through the castle.
"Yes, they'll know the bliss of having a big, juicy cock stuffed in their cunts, having you ram your engorged rod down their throat." She said.
Harry followed after her - cum sloshing loudly in her belly - through familiar yet oh so alien corridors. There were jarring differences, especially the missing portraits at every turn, that made Harry feel as if he were walking in a dream.
"Eeep!" Helena jumped as Harry pinched her bum.
'Nope, definitely not a dream'
If his mental map of Hogwarts wasn't completely screwed up by now, Helena had stopped at the entrance to the kitchens, though instead of a painting of a bowl of fruit, there was nothing but a simple wooden door.
She turned the knob and the two stepped inside of a much simpler kitchen than the one in Harry's time. Instead of four tables mirroring the ones above, there was one single long table. Instead of a gaggle of house elves, there was a single witch puttering about, bent over a rustic stovetop with seven different burners going off at once. There were stews simmering and sausages and bacon sizzling while there appeared to be something baking in the woodfire over.
The witch was managing this chaos with elegant fluidity. Waving her wand like a conductor's baton, she hummed to herself, her fat rump swaying from side to side, straining against her bright yellow robe.
The woman glanced over her shoulder, big amber eyes framed by ringlets of honey-brown hair, smiling kindly as she caught sight of Helena.
"Ah, Helena, you know you shouldn't be snacking. Your mother wo-" the witch froze, stove letting off a light hiss as the symphony suddenly stopped and her eyes widened, "Why are you… who is…?" She took in a sharp breath as her brain - still reeling from the shock of seeing her niece-in-all-but-blood naked - finally noticed the big, fat, turgid elephant in the room.
"Y-Young man! W-what is… w-what are you…"
"Do not act so ancient when you are still so youthful, Lady Hufflepuff. And comely, too." Helena said as she and Harry stepped forward.
Helga backed away as they stalked her. She held her wand out, but Harry's cock twitched, the ring glowing, and it was like she realized she had brought a knife to a gun fight.
The back of her legs struck the bench and she fell into a seated position. Her breasts jiggled mightily as Harry and Helena descended upon her.
"Helena! No! You must stop!" Hufflepuff gasped as the young girl suckled at her neck while Harry groped her tits over her robe.
In the distance, her pots began to overflow and her food began to burn.
Harry and Helena grasped her robe and tore at it, causing her massive, jiggling tits to bounce out as if they'd been begging for freedom.
Each child went for a tit, wrangling it with their mouths and suckling on the hardened nubs that were the founder's nipples.
"Nnooooooooo!" Helga moaned. Her legs trembled as her wand fell from her grip and clattered onto the floor. Desperate, she groped around blindly trying to find it, only for her hand to wrap around something much, much thicker.
"Ooooh!" She moaned as she couldn't help but squeeze that thick, juicy rod of flesh. She thrust her chest out as the two lust demons ravaged her tits, her hand absently stroking the monstrous cock in her grip.
Over the stove, a small raincloud appeared, showering it with water, snuffing out the flames and providing a merciful end for Helga's labor of love.
She glanced at the stove with glassy eyes, the serene grace she'd felt during her cooking session feeling like a pale imitation of the blaze that was currently consuming her body.
Helga Hufflepuff was horny, and she wanted that big, juicy cock in her quim.
Harry and Helena let go of her tits. Helena went right for her lips, bringing the older woman in for a sloppy kiss as Harry wriggled his cock from her grip and began slapping it over her tits.
Helga moaned into Helena's mouth, her body exploding in pleasure with each crack of the boy's demon cock onto her tits, each impact of his head against her nipple setting her nerve endings ablaze.
Helena broke the kiss, looking down at the older woman with a smile, "I knew there was a wanton whore in you, Lady Hufflepuff. I knew you merely needed a push to unleash your craving for cock."
"Cock!" Helga was drooling now as pre-cum splattered over her chest, her skin prickling as its musty scent made her eyes roll to the back of her head.
Helga's pussy was sopping wet, completely drenching her robe.
"Open up for me, Helga." Harry said.
"Yes! Yes! Of course!" Helga said as she tore at the rest of her robe. The other two helped her, and soon, she was draped in tattered cloth, the slit of her cunt just barely visible.
It was enough.
Harry pushed his cock up against her pussy lips, and her cunt gave a huge gulp as it tried to swallow him whole. Half of Harry's head ended up inside Helga's pussy before he could even begin to push.
When he did push, the woman thrashed violently.
There was a blinding glow as the sorting cock did its thing, binding the founder to him and creating a collar around her neck.
Harry fucked her against the bench as Helena urged him on, driving him into a frenzy. He fucked her sopping cunt as the two slapped her tits, choked her by the neck and spat on her face.
"MASTEEEER!" Hufflepuff shrieked as her pussy convulsed, stars filling her vision as her brain melted into goo.
Goo. White goo. White goo flooding her fertile cunt. Scalding hot, making her toes curl as the cock pinned her pussy down and pumped her full of seed.
…
"Where to next?" Harry asked as Helena skipped through the halls with the glee of a little demon that had been loosened upon a convent.
"Just enjoy the ride, master." Helena said with a giggle. Harry had to hustle to keep up with her, especially since he was walking sideways.
It was the only way he could walk while Helga crawled beside him, mouth latched firmly onto his cock.
The founder was on all fours, like a dog, licking up Harry's shaft or burying her nose in his nutsack.
Their next stop was closer than Harry had expected, because instead of heading up to Ravenclaw tower, they went down to the dungeons.
Here, Helga finally let go of his cock, giving it a nice, long, lengthwise lick before getting to her feet.
This door was large and imposing, made of polished ebony, carvings of serpents writhing about on its frame, their eyes glinting with encrusted emeralds as they hissed.
"I know the pattern." Helga said as she began to tap the emeralds with her wand, seemingly at random. Several taps later, there was a loud clicking sound, and the door creaked open inward.
The room was dark and mysterious, lit only by the purple and green light of strange potions as they bubbled away. There were also dissected creatures of all sorts, some with their hearts still beating.
At the back of the room, a woman was peering into a glass tank, where a frog was sitting atop an egg. She had a dropper in hand, dripping a blue potion down into the frog's mouth.
To Harry, this woman looked more like a vampire queen than a witch. Deathly pale, tall and with a slender waist. She wore ajet-black dress that was skintight all the way down until it pooled at her feet. Its plunging neckline gave a tantalizing view of her succulent cleavage, but the real star of the show was her ass; large and perfectly round, looking as if it had to be poured into the black silk that encased it.
"Selene." Helga called, making the woman jump.
Harry gasped in realization, "Wait, Slytherin's a woman?"
"Helga? How dare you-" the woman's emerald green eyes narrowed as she saw the three of them. Unlike Hufflepuff, though, she did not sputter and panic. While the sight of Harry's cock did make her visibly flinch, Slytherin's gorgeous face quickly settled into an evil smirk.
"Ah, it seems that consuming veela blood does have its benefits after all." She said, gliding towards them like liquid shadow. "Rowena's brat, how I've longed to sample your nectar."
It was an unexpected but not unappreciated turn of events. Harry and his sluts went with the flow.
"We simply couldn't contain our lust for you any longer." Helga purred as the three circled Selene.
Slytherin eyed Harry once more, "Such a boy, with a basilisk for a penis. Is he one of yours, Helga? I had not seen him before," she said as she licked her lips. "No matter, I want your tongue in my bunghole, boy. Helga, you are to finger my cunt."
Orders issued, Selene went right for Helena, who allowed the older witch to lift her up onto a table.
"Such a beautiful little flower." Slytherin said as she gazed up at the child. She was bent over the table, and behind her, Harry lifted up her dress, revealing her perfectly round, pale ass and juicy cunt, a small patch of ink-black pubic hair just above her mound.
Three mouths went to work all at once.
Helga burrowed her tongue into Slytherin's pussy, Slytherin dived into Helena's pre-teen cunt, and Harry spread the founder's cheeks before burying his face in her ass.
Things went well for Selene at first. She assumed that the dark, seductive aura she'd been trying to create had finally worked. She thought the three of them were nothing more than mere puppets, playthings that bent to her every whim.
But then she tasted Helena's pussy, and there was something sour and thick and oh so salty inside. Something that she couldn't stop consuming, something that she found herself craving, gulping down with deep glugs.
Then, behind her, as Helga's tongue butterflied around her clit, the boy began to wiggle his tongue inside her ass. It was pleasurable, she shook her rump from side to side to make sure to truly bury the helpless boy's face in between her meaty globes.
But then, he did something. Something she thought only she could do.
His tongue began to vibrate, and while she'd never been on the receiving end of it, she recognized it instantly.
Parseltongue, he was speaking parseltongue into her anus.
Her scream was muffled by the preteen peach that was now grinding onto her face. Her ass clenched, backdoor puckering up tightly as the vibration from the boy's tongue only intensified.
The orgasm ripped through her like a wildfire, and before she knew it, Helga's tongue was gone, replaced by something hard and thick.
No! No!
She had never been penetrated, never allowed herself to be dominated by another. She should have fought it, should have stopped it.
Instead, she spread her legs wider to allow the horse-cock to push into her cunt.
Harry hissed, his cock sliding into Slytherin's pussy slowly, her cunt clamping down like a vice. He wasn't even halfway in when the ring glowed, and the collar appeared around her neck.
"Lick me well, aunt Selene!" Helena urged as she began to buck harder against Slytherin's face.
The dom became the sub as Selene gladly slurped Helena's pussy up, burrowing around for even the smallest trace of her master's seed inside of her tight young snatch.
Harry railed Slytherin for a few hard strokes before pulling out completely.
He'd tasted her ass, now he wanted to see it ripple.
Helga returned her mouth to Selene's pussy as Harry forced his cock into her ass. Slytherin's body trembled as Harry sheathed himself completely in her tight backdoor.
He thundered, slapping against her pale cheeks, leaving red marks on the flesh as the founder of the house of serpents took a nice, rough pounding.
Slytherin was tough. Or at least, she tried to be. As Harry railed into her ass, his massive cock stretching her intestines past to the point of breaking, she kept her feet firmly planted on the ground. Her ass clapped and rippled like thunder and lightning, firm pale flesh turning into a pool of red jelly as it was continually assaulted by Harry's cock.
Her anus was squeezing for all it was worth, her puckered hole pulsating so much that it was basically a mouth, sucking on Harry's shaft as it was impaled repeatedly.
Her pussy gushed, her mouth long having given up as she allowed Helena to rub her soaked cunt all over her face.
Her legs were barely able to keep her upright when she finally felt her master's cock swell, fire flooding her backside as the first jet of scalding hot seed filled her.
…
The four of them exited the dungeons with cum leaking out of Slytherin's ass. She'd torn her dress so that there was now a slit on the side, allowing the material to hug her ass while still baring plenty of flesh for her new master.
"Come, I know precisely where they are." Selene said, voice dripping with sinister lust.
They went all the way up to the seventh floor, making periodic stops so that Harry could fuck one of them against a suit of armour or ream them as they knelt on a moving staircase.
This door was nondescript, opposite a blank stretch of wall.
They piled into the room, and Harry had to pause to stare around in awe.
It was like walking in empty space. It was a blank room with a multi-colored grid overlayed on top of it, iridescent geometric shapes suspended in space acting like building blocks.
At the center of this room were two witches. One had her hands high up in the air, waving her wand and causing the shapes in the room to change form and colour.
She looked like an older version of Helena, with black hair shaded blue, sharp eyes a shade closer to violet. She was of medium height, with a slender figure.
The woman next to her, meanwhile, appeared mythical even as she stood there in the flesh. She loomed incredibly tall, even as she leaned on the hilt of her sword. Scarlett and gold plate armour covered her torso, a lion emblem over her breast. A short metal skirt reached down to her mid-thigh. Her fiery red hair was tied up in a plait that reached all the way down past her ass, her lightly freckled face adorned with a carefree smile as her brown - nearly golden - eyes shone with confidence.
Even before the women turned their heads to look in their direction, Slytherin's wand was a flurry of movement.
…
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Do not… do not think you have broken my spirit! Knave!"
Harry panted as he pinned Gryffindor to the ground, one knee on the floor as he slotted his cock in and out of her pussy.
The woman was a lioness, fighting even as Slytherin had stripped her naked and tied her down.
"You will learn your place at Master's feet, Galwen! Submit to him!" Slytherin sneered before she shoved her foot inside of Gryffindor's mouth, forcing her to suck on her toes.
Gryffindor's body was truly insane. Underneath all the armor, the amazon was sporting a gigantic rack and a firm ass that pushed back every time Harry slammed into her.
She was fighting him still, but now it wasn't so much in defiance as much as she wanted to make him earn it, she wanted him to force submission onto her.
Nothing else could explain the way she threw her ass back against his cock, or the way she suckled on Selene's toes even as she glared up at her rival.
Harry went into overdrive, wielding his cock like a sword of destiny as he plunged the depths of Gryffindor's tight, warrior cunt.
In the end, the Sorting Cock could not be bested.
"Mmmmhp!" Gryffindor moaned into Slytherin's toe as one booming thrust was enough to break her resolve. Her eyes crossed as her pussy clamped down on the cock that was speared through her.
She came, the witch who had dedicated so much of her life to warfare came like a wanton slut around the cock of an eleven-year old boy.
The sorting cock glowed, and the collar formed around her neck.
Harry thrust into her several more times as Slytherin forced her to eat her cunt. He wanted to breed her, to make her warrior womb swell with his seed, swim with his babies.
He buried himself to the hilt as he did just that, blasting her womb with his seed.
Harry walked away as Gryffindor turned the tables on Slytherin, tackling the smaller woman, burrowing a finger in her ass as both women rolled around, engaging in a violent fuck-fight as the two struggled for control.
And then there was one.
The ring hummed as he walked up to the final founder.
Rowena Raveclaw was a mess. She's been tied up to the wall, squirming as Helga and her own daughter tugged at her nipples, fingered her pussy and ate out her holes.
She looked like a woman resigned to her fate, eyes gazing down at Harry's cock as if it were an executioner's sword.
Helena looked up from where she'd been licking her mother's cunt. She ran her tongue over her puffy lips several more times before standing.
Harry walked up and she grabbed his cock, "I want you to admit it, mother."
"A-Admit what?" Rowena gasped, Helga was swirling her tongue around inside her ear while tweaking her rock-hard nipples.
"Admit that you were wrong. Admit that this is wonderful, that having your daughter eat your quim gave you thrills, that being a sister slut to the most wonderful cock in the world is so much more fulfilling than all your scholarly pursuits, than opening this school."
"I-I…" Rowena sent a hungry lock at Harry's cock, which her daughter was keeping at a distance.
Helga backed off as Galwen and Selene came up. All three of her fellow founders stood behind Harry, naked, well-fucked, debased, and happy.
"YES! YES! I ADMIT IT! I ADMIT THAT I WANT TO BE HIS SLUT! I ADMIT THAT I WANT TO WORSHIP THAT COCK FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! I WANT TO BE FILLED WITH HIS SEED!"
In seconds, Harry was on her. For the final time that day, he hilted himself inside of a founder, Rowena's velvety soft pussy swallowing him up as the witch let out a loud, wanton moan.
Someone unstuck her from the wall, and Rowena wrapped herself tightly around Harry as he spun them around and placed her on the ground, keeping her on her back as he fucked her tight pussy.
Rowena realized then that whatever man's greatest treasure was, woman's greatest treasure was surely her master's cock slamming into her womb.
She may have been pregnant once before, but she'd never been bred, never had her pussy pumped, turned into a sleeve for a towering rod of flesh as her breasts pressed against her master's chest.
Her pussy squelched, all air being pumped out, leaving room only for his hard, throbbing, veiny cock and her sensitive, writhing, quivering walls.
Harry felt triumphant as the collar formed around Rowena. It was a massive achievement, a massive leap in his role as the sorting cock.
He now had all four founders and the sorting cock's creator herself, all bound to him as his cocksleeves.
His only thought as he pumped Rowena's cunt full of his seed - as he ground his cock into her to ensure her womb was well and truly saturated with baby batter - was that Slytherin wouldn't get away without a proper breeding herself.