"Now strip!" Harry commanded, glaring at Pansy who just blinked at him with her doe-like eyes.
"H-here? But what if—" The dark-haired Slytherin gulped, eyes glancing at the apparent empty tower hall. "What if somebody catches me? U…us?"
Harry had to strain his ears to hear the last whispered bit.
"Oh, do you want that, Pansy?" Harry asked. A wicked smile cracked his face, thinking about taunting the bully even more. "Or have you also made plans for that to happen? Is dear Draco hidden somewhere waiting to see his girlfriend get fucked by a proper wizard?" He made a big deal of looking all around the moonlit hall and the shadowy corners, especially the entrance of the tower, before hollering out. "Come out Daddy's boy. Don't leave your nasty girlfriend high and dry."
"S-stop that!" A furiously blushing Pansy thumped her small fists on Harry's bulging pecs, her strikes barely even tickling the hulking mass of muscles that he had turned into.
Harry just raised his eyebrows at her feeble protest, prompting her to strip out of her clothes already.
Still red as a tomato, which her pale complexion highlighted, the proud pureblood witch unbuttoned her shirt, with hesitating fingers. One by one, the small white obstacles gave way under her fumbling digits, revealing pale unblemished skin to the grinning animagus. Harry snorted as her small white bra with lace trimmings barely cupped half of her busty tits, with a pinch of brown areola peeking from behind. Pansy's fully developed enormous assets drew a long line of cleavage that disappeared between the inadequate lace garment.
Harry made an impatient noise from the back of his throat as the nervous witch's hands halted at the top of her skirt.
"Hurry! We don't have all night!" Harry tapped his feet with raised eyebrows. "Don't act like this is your first time getting naked in front of a guy. A slut like you have probably spread your legs for half of the oafs in your house."
Harry was surprised when, rather than the indignant fury that he expected, only a tiny whimper reached his ears. With fumbling fingers, while staring at the ground the pureblood Slytherin snapped open the hook of her skirt before shimming her hips like a ballerina—the green skirt hooking behind the shelf of an ass before pooling at the feet of his chronic tormentor.
Harry smirked as without her knickers protection, Pansy's cheery pink peach greeted his eyes, with a long rope of slimy substance sticking out of the clinging lips, just showing how much the girl was loving this degeneracy.
"Ohhoho!" Harry teased out mirthfully, making the pale girl flush even brighter red, with her redness creeping well past below her neck, almost touching the beginning of her bosom's swelling. He put his hand beneath her chin and forced Pansy to look toward his face, eyes glinting with savage pleasure as the girl tried to avert her eyes. "Would you look at that? What a messed up girl you are, Pans—dripping at the thought of getting split by a Griff's cock. What would the other snakes say? Hmm… Or your friends… what are those sluts' names again? Davis, Greengrass, Moon, Carrows—Or are they similar to you? Would they also be up for a ride on a real wizard's dick?"
The hand that was gripping Pansy's chin slithered under and grasped the swan-like neck of the girl, with her eyes bulging as Harry put a bit more force and started suffocating the Slytherin witch.
Harry stood straight after Pansy had been properly cowed, shooting a pointed look toward her bra-clad breast. When the girl didn't get his meaning, Harry snatched the bra where the offending clip was situated and with a furious tug, ripped the flimsy material, not giving any heed to the scandalized gasp that echoed throughout the vicinity.
"Slytherin queen-bee, without a stitch of clothing, standing in front of the Gryffindor Golden boy," Harry said, tutting from the back of his throat. "You know what, Pansy, maybe the whole Hogwarts should know that the loudmouth bully from the Slytherin just wants a halfblood's cock to plug her stupid mouth!" And saying this Harry snapped out his wand and pointed at the accumulated dresses of the naked girl around their feet and with a small 'Evanesco' vanished them into the ether.
"No! Potter… bastard!" Pansy cried out as her means of modesty vanished in front of her eyes.
Harry smirked remorselessly when the bob-cut girl turned her misty eyes at him. "Don't complain, slut! You were the one trying to find me, not the other way around. So stop sniveling! You know what?" Harry swung his bitchbreaker, which was still out in the open from between his zipper, the drooping length having trouble supporting its weight. "Maybe if your whore cunt is tight and wet enough to make my inferior cock go back into slumber, then I could think about giving you my cloak for the night."
Harry softened his expression a bit as some fat tears leaked out of Pansy's eyes.
What a crybaby! Can't even take a bit of rough foreplay.
Harry continued with reluctance. "If you do exactly as I say throughout the night, then I will help you reach the Slytherin's den. Understood?"
His nose wrinkled as the shameful scent of excitement that was wafting seemed to get stronger with Pansy's humiliation. Merlin's balls! Pansy Parkinson seemed an even bigger degenerate than he previously thought. Getting wet from both of her ends…
He was almost tempted to put his dick inside the slut and thrust away until he could nut every single drop of his jizz into the pureblood's womb. But he held himself back at the last second, his previous determination to ruin her sexual life forever stalling his actions, and that could only be done by protracted foreplay.
"Come on!" He took hold of her thin wrists and dragged her away from the shadows of the wall, into the middle of the tower where the moon and the stars didn't leave a proud Slytherin witch any quarters to hide her shame. "A Gryffindor cock-slut like you shouldn't hide behind the shadows."
Bathed in the moonlight from head to toe, Pansy shuffled while trying to hide her shame. Though Harry's eyes feasted on them, anyway. He admired the way those tear-drop-shaped bosoms were peeking from behind her arms, with the pebbled, brownish tips, erect and wanting. Harry stepped back a couple of feet and took the naked figure of a young witch for the first time. He slowly stalked around the blushing girl, leering all the while. A lightning first hand reached across and smacked her pudgy asscheeks, making them wobble deliciously, causing his cock to jerk at their motion.
"MMMmpppphhh!"
"Don't hold back. Nobody's here, so sing away." Harry said, having completed his inspection of the female goods. "I wish I could debase you in front of your worthless boyfriend and his gang of imbeciles, alas… You would have loved that, wouldn't you? Having gross, naked fun with their biggest headache, loudly screaming and professing your love for my halfblood cock—does this thing make your whore heart race, dear?"
Harry grinned at the gaping form of Pansy, who quivered with renewed arousal.
"So how many?" Harry took hold of her crossed arms and dragged the witch so that she would crash on his chest, where she immediately hugged him tightly, mashing her nipples against him. "I bet a whore like you had plenty of experience in taking dicks. So how many of those oafs' dirty, tiny dicks have called your hole home, Pans?" Harry's hands were busy weighing the heft of her ass, his dick leaving a trail of precum above her belly button. "But I doubt you have taken any real, hearty, Gryffindor cock. That pleasure is only reserved for me, isn't it? The Gryffindor's golden boy!"
"Noo…. I have only been with Draco…" Harry had trouble believing the words that came from Pansy's mouth.
"I hate liars, bitch!" Harry spanked her red, abused cheeks with his entire might. "And I certainly don't fuck them!"
"Pleaseeee… Not lying…" Pansy whimpered against her abuse, but her grip on his muscles only tightened.
Harry reluctantly believed the Slytherin witch. But her admittance—Damn! his lust skyrocketed. The thought of the vengeful bitch who had till now only slept with that dumb blond raced his heart with elation.
"How lucky you are. From taking a pathetic Malfoy's dick to—"
Rather than finish his sentence, the young, towering animagus took hold of the busty witch and lifted her above the ground with nary an effort.
"Poootterrr…. Whhhhaaa…."
Harry changed his grip, which was at her back, causing Pansy to tilt sideways before he turned her completely in the air, with her head hanging alongside his dangling bits, and her messy cunt resting just beside his sniffing nose.
"Did Draco ever do this, slut?" And without prompt from the animagus, Pansy's mouth latched onto his cock's head, an indecipherable cooing sound coming from the back of the throat. Standing there in the powerful standing Sixty-nine that he had seen only once in a magazine, Harry Potter used his mouth to sample a teenager's taste for the first time.
The first thing that his eyes took in was the difference in the texture of the pussy in front of him. While Molly's pussy was wrinkly with large, meaty folds hiding her inner wet treasures, the veelas were slightly different. With their perfect petal-like shape and bright pink color, Harry guessed that was the kind of pussy that you could only see in drawn magazines. But Pansy's here… Pansy's pussy was neither wrinkly and meaty, nor was it flowery pink with perfect petals. If Harry had to describe it in a single word, then he would be forced to use the word—pudgy.
With her slit and inner canal tightly hidden behind the pooch, Pansy's delicate little pudgy mound was no less mouth-watering. Though Harry internally agreed that, given a choice, he would always go for the folded cunts, growing a soft spot for those mature examples of womanhood.
A low groan emanated from the back of his throat as the reversely dangling witch in his arms hollowed her cheeks and tried to suck the head of his penis like a straw. Rather than remain Idle, Harry thrusted his hips upwards, trying to shove more than the head of his dick inside the Slytherin slut.
"Gakkkkhhhh! Gaaakkkkhhhh! Haccckkkkhhh!"
Harry could feel drool and spittle dripping from the gagging girl, bathing the length of his penis along with the breathing balls of his with Pansy's throat slime. Finally, Harry shoved his tongue inside the girl's cunny and started to shake his head this way and that. His sturdy tongue burrowed inside the leaking hole with alarming speed, where it started to collect the teenage nectar on its own before alighting his taste buds with their tart flavors, causing Harry's cunnilingus intensity to increase even more. He folded his tongue and see-sawed it along the papillae of her cunt muscles, the sucker-like protrusions inside her hole writhing against his tongue muscles before he found an area at the roof of her cunny where the texture was too rough to be normal. With his eyebrows raised in curiosity, Harry tongued that place. And immediately almost lost his jizz as the girl's throat vibrated with a scream, unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Fucking hell! That must be the spot!
Not deterred by Pansy's enthusiastic response, Harry pushed against that spot incessantly, groaning in the back of his throat as the tongue that was wiggling against his cock-head writhed like a headless serpent with Pansy's throat vibrating even more harshly, spreading a current of pleasure along his entire shaft.
Now that gave him an idea…
Harry closed his eyes and imagined that giant-ass Basilisk looming above his head, ready for a strike.
"~~~~Fuck ~~~ off ~~~~ you ~~~~~Slytherinnnnnsssss ~~~~ pet ~~~~"
And breathed the serpent's magic directly against that magic spot.
A sudden icy feeling engulfed the first quarter of his dick as the Slytherin witch dragged her head back and raised her head, blood rushing into her head. Her bob-cut locks were hanging alongside her face, but that hardly deterred Pansy Parkinson. With her entire face red and blotchy by excessive blood circulation, the insensate witch opened her mouth, a loud gasping breath sprouting from her vile tongue.
"Soooo…. Hard…. Cumming …. Pottterrrr….."
And just as she declared, like from the leak of a broken faucet, a deluge of musky, white, and vicious fem cum erupted from the tight cunt of the witch directly into the mouth of the young animagus, forcing Harry to swallow the fem-cum of a still gasping Pansy.
A deliriously horny Harry Potter drank all of Pansy's pussy milk with relish, smacking his lips, while savoring the taste of estrogen.
Righting the upside-down witch and ignoring her pathetic protest, Harry turned around with the witch in his arms and made a beeline for the Astronomy tower's railing. His hands were filled with the assmeat of Pansy before he dumped the witch exactly on the thin, marbled railings.
"Cold…" Pansy hissed as her ass made contact with the rough material, slightly wet with the fog of the high Astronomy tower.
"Don't worry, Pans. I will fill you with so much heat that you will feel faint." Harry said smugly. He divested himself of his clothes in a hurry, his flagging and semi-wet dick screaming at him for the undue delay in satisfaction.
Taking hold of his huge, fucking dick, Harry rubbed over the pudgy mound of Pansy, while the said girl tightly clung to his neck, her feet crossed behind his ass as the fear of toppling over the railing made her shiver.
Harry pushed his head inside the warm, wet cavern of a witch for the umpteenth time, laughing out loud, as Pansy's young, inexperienced cunt gaped just by the penetration of his bell-end. He threw his head back and laughed in pleasure. "Fuck it, Malfoy! I am inside your girlfriend's pussy!"
Pansy's long nails pricked against his neck as every second a fraction more of his dick burrowed inside her gaping cunt, with her spasming muscle begging for a reprieve. "Don't… Say that…"
The young animagus only got irritated as the girl still tried to defend her boyfriend with his dick inside her.
That won't do.
With a heave, Harry put his hands where they belonged. That was her ass and hefted the girl from her prone position over the railing. Embracing her into his chest. The hugging and the jostling however interrupted his effort of slow penetration into an unexperienced cunt, with almost half of his massive length burrowing and parting inside her tight muscles at once.
"Slytherin's saagyyy Nutsacs!"
Harry winced as the clinging witch hollered just beside his ears, before burrowing her head into the crook of his neck and biting against his skin.
"Bitch, that hurts!" His shout had no effect, with Pansy now drawing blood by breaking his skin while smothering her screams against his flesh.
"Now you are going to get it, you whore. I was refraining from completely wrecking your insides. But not anymore. Your boyfriend will only hump empty air after I am done with you!"
True to his words, the young animagus shifted his grip from her ass to her thighs, spreading them completely in a straight line, before with a merciless thrust jammed almost three-quarters of his bestial length inside her sopping wet hole.
"Nggghhhhhhh!!!"
"Yes! Scream like the bitch that you are!" Harry Potter snarled, firming his stance and driving his hips upwards, creating a ridiculous wet clap that rang like the periodic bells, only this time it was from the astronomy tower.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"That's what you Slytherin girls are good at, isn't it? Taking us, Gryffindor dicks!"
"Answer me, you whore!" Harry only thrusted into Pansy's pussy like a madman, his other half's characteristics bleeding into his savagery.
"Grk," she gargled quietly, not in her mind to answer properly. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, after which she started licking Harry's throat and collarbones, especially at the place where she had broken skin previously, as if giving an unspoken apology.
Her tits which were flushed against his pecks jumped around in the limited space, with the pebbled nipples dragging across his sweaty skin—making both of them groan as the added sensitivity only added to the bestial mating.
Harry kept his thrusting before forcing her to look into his eyes. Her wide brown eyes, with their tearful gazes, looked at him with a reverence that Harry had only faced on a few previous occasions. That was while he was fucking the shit out of the three older witches. Though their fascination usually only began after he had shaped their womb thoroughly for a couple of hours at least. Hell, he shouldn't expect that resilience from a teenager, anyway. But he had always thought Pansy's disdain for him and people of inferior blood would be too big of an obstacle to be passed so quickly. But reality seemed quite different from his imagination.
Pansy looked at him from beneath her wet thick lashes before trying to capture his lips, which he readily denied, turning his head at the last second.
"Nu-Huh! Girls shouldn't try to kiss other men when they already have a boyfriend. Isn't that right, Pansy?"
"Ohhh…. Please…"
Harry scowled.
"Pathetic, cheating witches!" His hips drove upward while he forced the thighs of the witch downward, knocking against her bony cervix with his every bitch-breaking thrust. "Sluts like you are the reason that guys don't like fucking dating. Leaving your boyfriend the first chance after you got a taste of a better man."
Harry shuffled to the edge of the tower, before forcing the upper half of Pansy over the railing, dangling her head and torso in the cold air while he gripped her thighs in a vice-like grip, never stopping his assault on the Slytherin for a single second.
"Haah!" Pansy gave a frightened squeak. But her pussy clenched around his pistoning dick even more tightly.
"Shut up. This is what you wanted, isn't it, pureblood Whore?" Harry's voice hitched as the continuous undulation of the young pussy muscles drove him rapidly toward orgasm, he stepped even closer to the divider, crouching a bit in an ape-like stance. "To be fucked silly by me? Hmm? How many of those snake whores cherish similar desires for me, I wonder. But it's you tonight who's getting her dream fulfilled, isn't it?" Harry's dick came smeared with fresh pussy juices, his thrusts now attacking the tiny slit that could be seen from this angle. Harry's eyes went toward those large, juddering breasts, jumping all over the pale girl's chest.
"Tell me, Did Draco ever fucked you this hard? Can he even fuck?"
Harry threw his head back. Eyes rolling in his head as Pansy almost crushed his girth at his provocation.
"Tell me fucking slut! Who is bigger? Who fucks you harder? Who would you rather go back to, to fill your slutty pureblooded cunt?"
Slap!
Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Harry finally lost his control over his senses, his animagus form's desire to dominate other male's mates coming to the forefront, at last. His hips started jackhammering at a ridiculous pace, the veins of his shaft perked up unnaturally almost as if they were about to burst before with a colossal drive of his hips, the feeble resistance of a pureblood girl's cervix gave away—Harry Potter's dick punctured inside the sacred womb of the young Slytherin, her roof of the womb coiling around the cock-head like a fleshy condom.
"You! You! You! Harrry! Fucking! Potter! ~~~~~AAHHHHHHHH ~~~~"
And a liquid geyser sloshed on his face, with the spasming form of Pansy almost flopping out of his grip, tumbling down and meeting her maker. Her movement forced his dick out from her pink, clenching hole, robbing him of the immense orgasm that was just on the verge of drowning him.
Harry glared at the stupid bitch, almost on the verge of pushing her down, himself. But he thought better of it at the last second.
Carrying the insensate and shaking girl from the risky elevation, Harry hogtied the flopping witch in his arms before a wooden door at the corner to the right dragged his attention.
I dare anybody to rob me of my orgasm this time!
"You! You! You! Harrry! Fucking! Potter! ~~~~~AAHHHHHHHH ~~~~"
What the…
Aurora Sinistra tumbled out of her single bed, rubbing her eyes as she wondered if she had just been awakened by a banshee's screaming. Silly her. It's probably some nightmare.
She had planned to take advantage of the absence of midnight classes after the welcoming feast, her only chance of a proper nightly sleep for the entire year. But to have a nightmare on the first day… she wondered if it was some kind of omen that Sybil kept jabbering about. Not likely.
The dark-skinned and outrageously busty astronomy professor hauled herself out of her fall, yawning cutely, while straightening the night robes that had bunched around her belly.
"Oh~~~Haaaarrrryyyyy~~~~"
The ear-bursting scream was followed by a loud thump as if a hippogriff had stomped into her wooden doors directly with its entire might.
That was certainly not her imagination.
Aurora's eyes widened before the substance of the scream penetrated her sleepy brain. She was acutely aware that her astronomy tower was a popular destination for couples for a late-night snog. But as she was awake for most of the night teaching her classes, adventurous couples usually stayed away from her abode in fear of her punishment. Who would be brave enough to acquire her wraith?
Harry, someone, it seemed.
Aurora tried to remember any 'Harrys' from her senior classes, shaking her head as none came to her mind. Before a loud smack filled her quarter as she slapped her forehead.
Of course, Harry freaking Potter!
She wondered whom the young celebrity had seduced and dragged here. Her first guess was Hermione Granger. She, along with every other teacher, had bets about if those two would get together soon. But with Potter's celebrity status, she wouldn't be surprised if he could snag a NEWT student on his own. Now very curious, the Astronomy professor rummaged through her cabinets before snatching a collapsible telescope. A telescope with a special lens that she had brought from a Greek collector, with functions much more than the normal ones.
Biting her lips in anticipation, Aurora Sinistra stumbled toward her quarter's doors before putting the telescope against the wooden surface. A small click sounded as a small round viewing lens sprang forward from a hidden compartment of the contraption before it slicked outside between the gap created by the door and the stone floor.
Aurora put her right eye on the viewing lens, the darkness slowly bleeding away before she jerked back as white droplets of some fluid dripped on the outside lens, causing her vision to fog over.
The lens's magical properties came to the rescue, her view clearing with each passing second.
The slapping sounds that were coming to her ears gradually became clear to her as the first thing she noticed was two massive swinging nuts that oscillated above her lens before the appendage attached to those huge leathery sacks that were spearing into a dribbling twat became apparent to her eyes.
An astonished gasp left her lips.
No Fucking Way!
The youngest teacher of Hogwarts dragged her special telescope back from its position, swallowing a wad of saliva that had accumulated in her mouth. She had built a reputation as a laid-back teacher and for that reason, her students usually only gave her unfinished or sometimes no assignments papers. And among the regular culprits, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were the top two who had bunked out of their assignments multiple times.
A small smirk formed on her beautiful face.
It's time I start giving detention to deserving students…student.