Harry winced as Madam Pomfrey shoved him into the bed. Her wand waved in his face as he resisted her fussing.
"C'mon, I don't need any kind of checking up. You should give one to the headmaster. What with his insistence on keeping a jerk as the potions professor." Harry's muttering didn't faze the matron of the hospital wing, who just rolled her eyes. "Or better yet, give one to Snape. Maybe you know something that can help him. Though I doubt it..."
"Hush, Mr. Potter. Headmaster asked me to do this and you aren't going anywhere until I have completed my job." Madam Pomfrey said in a no-nonsense tone. "Now stay still, or I will force the most disgusting potion in my cabinet down your throat."
"Hell no!"
"Language, Mr. Potter. Or do you want Minerva to know about your colorful vocabulary?"
"All right. Do whatever you want." Harry huffed, crossing his arms around himself. His eyes roved across the silent beds, eyebrows springing up as every single one was miraculously unoccupied. Surely, this must be an unprecedented event. Or maybe it was still too early for the troublemakers.
The presence of gawking unknown students was the main reason he had hated visiting the Hospital wing in the past. Even though Madam Pomfrey had cured him every time without fail. Come to think of it, none of his injuries were juvenile either. No simple cuts and bruises like every other school-goer.
He turned away from his inspection and watched as she waved her wand once and immediately jolted down something in a notebook.
Wait! A sudden thought stopped him dead in his tracks. After all those times that he had spent here, surely she had to have some knowledge or inkling about his scar. The thought that Madam Pomfrey was in league with the headmaster left an unpleasant taste in his mouth.
"Umm… Poppy, have you ever checked my…you know… scar?"
Fuck… he shouldn't have called her that!
A sigh escaped from her lips.
"I see that you have been in contact with your rascal godfather." Harry blushed and stared at the ceiling, whistling innocently. "Only your dad and his group used to call me that, you know. Though I hope you aren't acquiring his less-than-desirable traits."
Shit! Talking with Sirius so much over the summer, he was bound to slip once. He should have taken more precautions from blurting out something incriminating. At least she sounded amused rather than angry.
"And to answer your question, yes, I did. I examined your forehead and informed the headmaster about the residual dark magic that seemed to fester along the scar years ago." Even though Harry was staring upward, his ears twitched after every syllable she emitted. "I even requested him to call for a specialist on the matter. But did he listen? No! He just said everything is under control and he knows exactly what the issue is and working to solve the problem. Not that I didn't think him capable… But a completely unknown phenomenon should be handled by specialists. Alas, he is your magical guardian, so his decision is final until you pass your OWLS."
Harry cursed out every single, disgusting thing he could think of inside his mind. That was the ultimate proof against the headmaster. Even the small hope that his stupid, trusting self couldn't properly extinguish previously blinked into oblivion.
He wondered if feeling vindictive about being right should ever feel this hollow. He shook his head, banishing those thoughts away. No point crying over spilled milk.
He turned back to the fidgeting mediwitch.
"I'm sure it's nothing serious," Harry said, smiling reassuringly at her. "After all, he is the greatest wizard in the world." The words felt like ashes in his mouth.
"Yeah…you are right…" Harry could hear that she would probably still blame herself for the headmaster's incompetence.
"So…Poppy, is there anything wrong with me?" Harry asked, already assured of her answer. After all, he was in the pink of his health. "I sure hope you aren't thinking of keeping me here the whole night."
"I sincerely hope so, Mr. Potter. I would think you have better sense than doing something dangerous this early in the school year, though. Usually, you keep that stuff for the latter part." Her wand waved in a figure-eight pattern as she kept mumbling and jolting down who knows what. "As for your stay—that will be as long as I think is required."
"C'mon! How come Snape got discharged so quickly then? I thought the bastard would be out for a lot longer."
"Mr. Potter, I have no intention of keeping that dour man in here any longer than necessary." Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes at him, hushing him with a wave of her wand the moment he opened his mouth. "And stop using that foul language. He is still my colleague and I will be forced to discipline you."
"Please tell me his injuries were painful, at the very least. I mean, did he sequel like a pig after waking up?"
"Mr. Potter!"
"Jeez Poppy, I was just worried about my dear professor," Harry said, eyes dancing in mirth.
"After caving his skull and giving his nose a new shape—I don't think so," Madam Pomfrey deadpanned.
Harry couldn't stop the vindictive smile from lighting his face before smothering it in case his current caretaker got the wind of it. Though she seemed hardly bothered by Snape's fate.
"You know… Poppy, you seemed quite chill about me hurting Snape. At least you aren't bitching as much as Professor McGonagall."
The hospital wing matron made an odd sound from the back of her throat. She seemed to hesitate for a second.
"If what I heard is true about him insulting your family, then your treatment of him was a love-tap compared to what your grandfather would have done."
What…
His entire body got a jolt after hearing that. His grandfather? That was something completely unexpected from the strict mediwitch. Besides the single photograph in Hagrid's album, Harry was entirely unaware of anything about his grandfather. Heck, he wasn't even sure if his name was Charles or something different.
"Really?"
Madam Pomfrey stopped her inspection for a second before her eyes took on a faraway look.
"Oh, yes. Charles was fiercely proud of his family name and the prestige that came with it. Not to mention extremely hothead. He would have ripped anyone even for slightly badmouthing his family. And mind you, he had the power to back it off." Harry could feel the fondness that dripped from Madam Pomfrey's words. His eyebrows disappeared above his hairline as a suspicion formed in his mind. "James was relatively tame compared to what his father was like in Hogwarts days."
"Were you close with him?" Harry's words jolted her back to the present. Harry watched a pretty flush spread across her cheeks before doing a double take. Now that his mind wasn't cluttered, he finally took a long look at the blushing mediwitch.
Gone were the stuffy healer robes, replaced by a blue night robe that not only matched her sky-blue eyes but also hinted at a lot of things but still hid everything of value. She must have left her bed in a hurry as the loose apron that was always around her torso was the only thing resembling her old assemble. Her hair was also out of the healer's cap. The high bun that she always wore was replaced by dirty blond hair shimmering behind her head almost to the back. And the newfound redness in her cheeks suddenly made her seem like decades younger.
Harry rubbed his eyes, wondering whether he was blind previously in thinking of her as the same age as Professor McGonagall. Maybe her disguise had been that effective in hiding the real beauty.
He twisted his head sideways as she focused again, hoping she hadn't caught his ogling.
"No…not really. I was a few years behind him and only got to know him when he came here with various injuries while I was apprenticing under the then-healer." Madam Pomfrey said and Harry could hear the regret that she couldn't suppress from her voice. "Minerva was much closer to him. With them being the head students from Gryffindors."
"Wait…wait, wait. You were just a few years behind Professor McGonagall? Then how come Professor McGonagall looks so old while you—" Harry trailed off, his eyes unintentionally roving all over her body before he realized what he just insinuated.
Shit!
"I mean…you look… you don't look that…uh…"
A small laugh from Poppy let him know he wasn't in deep trouble.
"Please! If everybody knew what Minerva looks like without her glamors, then no student would ever think Aurora is the most beautiful teacher here at Hogwarts." Madam Pomfrey snorted before a look of dawning horror crossed her face.
She waved her hand in front of her. "Forget I just said that. Damn! Minerva will kill me if she realizes—"
Harry's mind was on an entirely different issue than Madam Pomfrey's fretting. Professor Sinistra was undoubtedly the most desired professor at Hogwarts. With her thick, busty figure, slanted eyes, caramel skin, and the titillating drawl that she usually spoke with—But Harry could imagine Poppy herself could compete with that if the school populace saw her without the purposeful unflattering healer robes. But If madam Pomfrey was so sure about His head of the house's beauty…
Harry cursed himself, as the new information would probably play inside his head and give him sleepless nights until he got a glimpse of the transfiguration professor.
"Everything is good," Madam Pomfrey said hurriedly, not meeting his eyes and hugging her notebook to her bosom. "Just a flushing potion and you will be done."
Without waiting for a reply, she hurried to the other end of the wing, to the potions cabinet. As Harry followed her with his eyes, his breath caught, and his trousers tightened at the sight. There she was, bent over, rummaging through the lower shelf. While the large round glorious globes stood stark against her robes, presenting the most beautifully rotund ass that he had ever seen. Considering his previous partners, that was saying something. At the moment, all he wanted was to walk there and caress those bulbous backsides until he had his fill. He wanted to squeeze and feel his fingers sink into what was, no doubt, the wonderfully toned assmeat of a mature witch. His breathing picked up and his cock lurched inside his trousers, threatening to burst the seams of the fabric.
Fucking stop Harry! Stop ogling a woman of your grandma's age!
He had to wrestle his mind to divert his eyes, knowing she would come to his bed any moment and find out all there was to find.
Harry somehow schooled his features, but his dick had a mind of his own, creating a massive bulge that was pitched like a wizarding tent from his groin. Harry shifted his legs up and covered the bulge by placing one leg over the other. It helped. Just barely. And it was just in time too, as Madame Pomfrey turned and shuffled closer with a vial in her hand. Her eyes avoided his, which unfortunately had her staring at his legs for the time being. He winced as she did a small double take; her receding flush returning with a vengeance, eyes wide.
Harry heard a small squeak before she straightened up and placed the notebook and vial on his bedside table.
Harry saw her straightening herself, patting her robes and apron. She whipped her hair from the left shoulder before corralling the rebellious tresses behind her ear. Harry's eyes latched onto her delectable-looking collarbone.
"Mr. Po—Potter!" Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat. "Before administering the potion, I will have to perform a few more charms. Please stop fidgeting."
Harry saw her eyes remained glued to his lower body parts while she instructed with the same healer-like voice. His face burned as the tent in his trousers was fully erect. No amount of crossing legs could hide that from any observant person.
"Umm…you see… I am…not…" Sweat formed on his forehead as his mind raced and he tried to think of anything to rein in his dick. Uncrossing his legs and lying down would be as good as getting naked with his size and without the slight protection from his thighs.
"Mr. Potter…Harry, I understand. No need to feel ashamed about it. I have been living with teenagers for decades now. There's nothing I haven't already seen."
Damn! She knew.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I go to my dorm—"
"Absolutely not. The headmaster has been adamant about thoroughly searching for anything dangerous and getting an erection without a reason can't be normal. There is nothing enticing in my ward that can do that, can it?"
Harry started nodding before shaking his head vigorously, feeling a creak in his neck.
"No…no, there's nothing here," Harry said, lying with a straight face. He wasn't foolish enough to confess about getting a boner by watching her bouncy arse.
"Then please stop protesting and lie still." She said, an odd tremor of excitement in her voice.
Harry, with no other way to stop being humiliated, straightened his legs. A sharp wheeze from the witch standing beside his bed and Harry looked downward and blanched as his trouser was lifted more than a foot from his groin.
He kept his vision to his groin, face turning into a ripe tomato.
"Before I examine the cause, I have to ask, are you in a relationship with anyone?" Madame Pomfrey asked, her voice a whisper. "Or have you ever done anything sexual with a witch, besides masturbation?"
In another situation, Harry would have protested against asking such a personal question, but with him being mortified beyond belief…
He also stumbled about how to answer her questions. He was certainly not in a relationship. A healthy one, anyway. So that was easy. But the next question—I have been fucking the shit out of two married women and a veela even older than you. That sounded melodramatic. Even in his ears. The incident with Pansy was also a no-go.
Maybe professing himself a virgin would be less problematic.
"No. I'm not with anyone." Harry said, cursing his animagus self as thinking about Molly and the veelas only strengthened his erection. "Neither have I done anything."
He almost jumped out of his skin as someone patted his arm.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, Mr. Potter. This will actually make everything easier."
"This will?"
"Oh, yes!" Harry watched Madam Pomfrey put her wand on the bedside table as well, rubbing her hands together.
"But you wand—"
"Oh Harry, this exam will be very… hands on." She practically purred. "Now please sit up and turn toward me."
Harry had to stop himself from messing up his pants. Even though Madam Pomfrey was just doing an exam, he could almost imagine something lewd happening here. Her eyes, though, gave Harry a pause. She couldn't be wanting to do that, could she?
God, Harry hoped so…
He assumed the position that she asked for. His legs swung from his bed while he sat facing the older witch, shying away from meeting her eyes.
"As you are new to a witch's touch, I will need to get your first shot out of the way before proper examination, all right, dear?"
First shot out? What is she talking about?
She stood in front of him before kneeling between his legs. She rubbed his cock through his trousers before undoing the button and lowering the zipper. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, she pulled at both his trousers and his boxers. Harry lifted his hips as the two garments slid to his knees, where she pulled them off and chucked them aside.
Madam Pomfrey felt her breath hitch at the monster that sprang forth and licked her suddenly dry lips. She wondered if she could tease Minerva about this. Morgana knows, if her suspicions were true, then Minnie was also holding a candle—No! a damn lantern for Charles throughout her school life, and maybe even to this day. Maybe she could thaw Minnie's little kitty with a Potter's mighty dick. Even if the dick belonged to Charles' grandson.
"Now I can understand why that ice-bitch Dorea was always smug after getting her claws in Charles. Hell, I should have realized something was fishy when Lily, the girl who used to hate James for six years, suddenly got starry-eyed every time his name was spoken. Both bitches were tamed by something like this, it seemed." Madam Pomfrey's exclamation made him gape. Especially as she was talking about his parents and grandparents. Who knew this was hidden beneath the matronly woman?
However, one thing was certain: this night was going exactly the way he had hoped. Now he just had to act like he hadn't done this before. That wouldn't be too hard, would it?
Poppy kept staring at the utter mammoth of a cock, swallowing the saliva that almost dripped from between the gap of her lips. As a healer for so many years, she had to face a fair amount of cocks, most of the time unintentionally. But never a cock had made her fall in love at just the first glance, wanting to encase the colossal head inside her mouth, slobbering all over the veiny mass, worship every millimeter to her heart's content. She realized what was happening to her. Yes, she was suffering from a cock fixation. A Potter cock fixation.
Poppy didn't bother wasting time teasing, but engulfed a quarter of his erection in a single movement. She was already late by a few decades, at least. No need for any decorum. She moaned at the feeling of having her mouth bulge, her taste buds greedily rejoicing at the taste of virile musk, then bobbed her head slowly, lavishing attention upon it with her lips and tongue.
Harry's breath quickened, the vibrations from Poppy's moans pushing him closer and closer to that amazing nirvana that only an experienced witch's throat could provide.
For several minutes, Poppy gently and lovingly sucked Harry's erection, probably taking it easy because she assumed his virgin status. But Harry thrusted his hips to make her go fast, which seemed to work as she sped up, now taking almost half of his dick.
"GAKKKHHHH! GGGAAKKKHHH! GAAAAAKKKKHHH!"
Even though she seemed to be enjoying the act far too much, Harry's size presented an obstacle so insurmountable that even veelas had wept before the challenge. Still, Madame Pomfrey used all of her considerable skill to make him feel as good as possible, through her choking and gagging and slurping. Harry groaned as the first few inches of his cocks entered the tight constricts of her throat. The heat made him groan. Harry marveled at the difference between the almost civil fellatio of the mediwitch's with the violent throat fucking that he used to dish to Ron's mother.
"Ngggh, Madame Pomfrey, keep going. Your throat feels great." Pulling back, the older woman smiled at him. She continued stroking him softly, just enough to give him enough pleasure.
"Damn! you are lasting much longer than I expected," He gave a confused look. "Wizards rarely last this long with my skill. Not that I have done this with many guys. Still, for a virgin, you are blowing my expectation away." Saying this, she smiled sultrily. "I'm so looking for the main examination."
She wrapped her lips around his crown again and slid down, taking him back deeply into her warm, wet throat. His balls churned when he felt Poppy's throat give way, and her lips slide toward the base of his cock. Harry watched astonished as she kept going, her lips descending slowly until they rested against his pubes—an enormous bulge running down her throat. The vision more than anything proved Harry's undoing, along with the suctioned upward caresses of Poppy's wonderful lips.
How the heck did she pull that off? Even Molly had trouble taking him all the way down. And considering the redhead's sexual proclivity, that was saying something. Even the veelas weren't this efficient.
With a loud grunt, Harry released his seed into Poppy's mouth unwittingly, overwhelmed by the occasion.
Poppy was pleasantly surprised by how much the boy came, though the sheer size of his reproductive organs should have already hinted at that. The first spurt that blasted from the puffed-up dickhead alone nearly filled her mouth. Not only that, but it was thick and creamy and gelatinous, making it ooze, more than a trickle, into her mouth and down her throat. Poppy could feel her loins weep as she swallowed a Potter's virile cum.
Harry rode out the shudders of his climax. It had been one of the most sudden ones he'd ever had, and the young wizard wondered if the throat trick was something that could be taught.
Several spurts, mouthfuls, and swallows later, Poppy rolled her tongue over Harry's still-hard cock. She was thoroughly amazed at the amount of cum she'd just swallowed. It was more than any other time that she had ever done this. Hell, maybe more than what half a dozen wizards could provide at once.
Now she was doubly determined to drag Minerva into this mess. She could imagine both of them on their haunches, swapping thick cum between each other from a Potter's fat cock. Just like it should have been all those years ago.
Running a hand down between her thighs, she found that she'd already soaked through her knickers. As much as she would have liked to have another go at Harry's cock with her mouth and earn another bellyful of swirling cum, her throbbing, neglected pussy stopped her from diving in. She gave a forlorn sigh, forcing herself away from the magnificent cock.
"Alright, now to the next event—have you ever kissed a girl, dear?" Harry eagerly shook his head and Poppy stood, pulling Harry to his feet as she did. "Then I have to teach you. Can't have you flounder during the first date now, can I?"
"What about my examination?" Harry asked, even though he was sure that it was all a farce from the healer.
"Ohh! That would be after this."
She gave him an inviting smile and Harry planned about making himself seem like a complete dunce in kissing so that he could kiss and suck those plump lips for a long time. Leaning forward, Harry captured the lips of Madame Pomfrey, barely stopping himself from taking charge.
For the next couple minutes, Harry enjoyed the slow kiss; relishing the feel of Poppy's tongue writhing against his. He could still taste himself on her tongue, as well as traces of the mouthwash that she must have used before going to bed. When air became a necessity, they pulled apart. Harry immediately went back in for another sample but was directed to Poppy's neck instead by her hand which had crept behind his head.
"Suck my neck, dear. It's a sensitive part for witches." She said, moaning as Harry found a particular spot that made her lower lips drool with excitement.
Harry's hands busied themselves behind her back as he untied her apron. His lips were dueling while his hands were busy undressing Madame Pomfrey. He kissed her lips for a dozen seconds then dragged his lips to her throat, then shoulder, collarbone, and again repeated the same route. His lips trailed across her burning flesh, his breath halting as her breasts were just about to be revealed.
The inner robes slipped away and Harry murmured appreciatively. Poppy's breasts had a bit of sag to them, but with her maturity and their vast size, it was inevitable. It also made them more enticing. Harry stared at those pale melons—large and round teardrop-shaped specimens with galleon-sized areola and large puffy nipples. They were a sight to behold and Harry drooled as the red, enticing nipples beckoned him for a sample. His hands rose, gently squeezing the mounds of flesh, and his fingers closed around the nipples, eliciting a grunt from the mature woman.
Harry paused his mauling as every single piece of clothing from her body slipped at last, pooling around her feet. He took a step back and marveled at Hogwarts' healer in all her glory. Even at her age, Harry could hardly see any wrinkles or marks on her flawless body. With tits barely smaller than Molly, the blond woman could have passed as a thirty-something muggle easily. Harry licked his lips as he saw the glistening pair of pussy lips hidden behind a small patch of blond fuzz.
Harry's lustful stare made Poppy shiver with anticipation. While she had an unhealthy obsession with Charles during her Hogwarts years, she had overcome that. Well, not entirely, it seemed. Harry Potter was too different from Charles. With Harry being a lot bigger and muscular than Charles ever had been, she could grudgingly admit the younger wizard was more handsome than her long-dead crush. But the square jaw, the perfect nose and the aristocratic cheekbones that Harry seemed to have inherited from his dad's family only made her blood boil. As if she was again in the same halls, bandaging a similar looking man, hoping he would take notice of her smitten self. Now that she could fulfill her long repressed fantasy, Poppy knew she would enjoy it even more than she had ever hoped for. Perhaps she let the opportunity slip by in her youth, but now… she was determined not to let it pass. As immoral as it was. Add a cock this huge…
"Now is the time for the main examination." Her voice laced with passion, she quickly unbuttoned Harry's shirt. Her fingers danced along the bulging muscles, wondering if it was possible to get smitten with a teenager at this age. Even if he was a Potter.
Harry understood the assignment loud and clear, turning around and forcing Poppy on the bed. He watched as her curves jiggled at her impact with the bed. Harry attacked the jiggling breasts with his mouth before kissing his way to the panting witch's lips. She moaned when his lips slipped down to her neck, particularly to her sensitive spot. Harry felt her hand searching for his dick before she grasped the huge appendage in her hand. She gave the behemoth a couple of urgent strokes before slowly guiding it to her pussy. Harry's colossal head forced apart the mature lips after a bit of resistance and he sank inside her drenched canal, almost shoving half of his length in a gentle thrust.
Harry moaned, almost whimpered, as he slid into the Madam Pomfrey's surprisingly tight depths. It was like she was squeezing his erection with an almost iron tight grip. His breath hitched as Poppy's cunt twitched and undulated along his penetrating rod. As Harry bottomed out, he felt the tip of his cock rub against something. Harry grit his teeth, getting overwhelmed by the thought of being inside another mature witch.
Poppy's eyes widened as Harry penetrated her vagina all the way to her cervix. She looked at their joining and saw a couple inches of thick meat still out of her heat, almost passing out at the realization. The heat and the girth both made her almost feel like a virgin, groaning from the back of her throat as she was on the verge of an orgasm from the penetration alone.
Harry slowly slid out until his helmet was in before thrusting back in just as slowly. As he slid in, he tried to push his cock as deep as he could get it to go. From here, he slowly built a slight rhythm, while bringing his right hand to grip her thigh.
In!
Out!
In!
Out!
In!
All the while, Harry was gently kissing and sucking on her pulse point. Pulling his mouth away, he brought his left hand up to tangle in her hair, before pulling her into a needy kiss.
A lewd and wet 'phlap, phlap' echoed around the room, which only increased as he keep increasing the tempo of his thrusts.
Madam Pomfrey gave hoarse groans and wanton moans as Harry ravaged her mouth, not caring that he was showing too much skill for a first timer. His tongue forced the experienced one into submission. His thrusting hips picked up speed and intensity.
Poppy let out a loud cry and wrapped her leg around his waist as Harry pulled back from the kiss, nipping her collar bone.
Harry could feel the sweat that had accumulated on both of their bodies. Especially hers as he saw pale skin glistening with a pearly sheen of perspiration. Her breasts, in particular, flung silvery droplets through her body's movements, forcefully arresting his attention on them.
Harry just loved big breasts. Ever since Molly Weasley had dared to accost him in her garden. Two stacked veela's companionship only exacerbated his love for huge funbags. Even though Harry was unaware that madam Pomfrey was hiding something like this but now that he had got the chance he was going to take them with both hands.
He leaned forward and began placing soft kisses on the jumping breasts. Harry cupped the right one and brought it to his lips, greedily capturing the red nipple.
Poppy's head fell back as she felt warmth encase her sensitive bud. She moaned as Harry's tongue circled her areola, then flicked back and forth over her nipple. Her body sang with pleasure as Harry gently pulled on her sensitized nub with his teeth. His other hand soon joined in finding and pinching the other nub. All the while, he was continuously pistoning into her in a quick, steady rhythm. In her mind, Poppy could feel herself being dragged toward the precipice of a life-altering orgasm and by an eighteen-year-old stud-muffin, no less.
Harry felt the mature witch's cunt squeeze and clench around his pistoning dick in rapid succession. His previous experience with the others provided ample help to understand a female's orgasm. Harry though, was far from being done for the night. His inhuman stamina aside, the earlier sudden emptying of his nuts had already dragged his stamina to the extreme and Harry feared Madam Pomfrey was going to be on the blunt end of his dick.
His dick started jackhammering into the spasming cunt, now flinging liquid heat from the junction of their sexes.
Poppy, who was rapidly drowning in an ultimate bliss, suddenly felt Harry's ferocity, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as the young man started grunting above her vulnerable form.
"Morgana's saggy tits, I am fucking losing my shit, damn it! I am getting fucked into a puddle!"
"Language, Madame Pomfrey. Or do you want Professor McGonagall to know about your colorful vocabulary?"
Harry laughed as a long groan was the only thing that she could answer. His dick's passage through her canal became increasingly wet as she started leaking her juice from her passage. His relentless pounding sprinkled the Cumming witch's love juices all around her tits and his torso.
"Stop…stop… I'm still cumming…. Please stop!" Poppy pleaded, her body jarring as Harry kept fucking her through an orgasm. "I'm not used to this much pleasure!"
"Then get used to it, Poppy," Harry said, his teeth gnashing as his hips remained a blur. "You can't release me before completing the examination, remember?"
Harry stopped his thrusting and dragged his dick back from her messy pussy. He stumbled out of the bed and stood on shaky legs. His hands flashed out before he dragged the gasping woman out of the bed. He rotated her body, so that she was facing the bed and put pressure on her back, forcing her to bend from her waist.
Harry took one step back and positioned himself behind Poppy, who had lifted her upper body by her elbows. Her tits hung below her, swaying like a pendulum even though he had yet to start anything.
Harry admired the curve of her huge ass, perfectly displayed, bent over the hospital bed. It was, in Harry's opinion, her best feature. The feature that had drawn his eyes to her.
His cock, still rock-hard, throbbed. He lined up the cock-head and pushed the tip in. He could still feel the sloshing of liquid inside the cavern and shoved all his glistening dick inside her without waiting for a single beat. Harry gripped Poppy's plush hips and slammed his hips with his entire might, quickly eclipsing his previous savagery with both of his feet rooted to the floor.
A loud cry of ecstasy tore out from Poppy's throat as she jerked back and forth with his thrusts, internally dreading what kind of beast she had unleashed among the young witches of Hogwarts. She was almost at her wit's end.
"Whit the hell is gang on here?" A scandalized voice from the doorway and Poppy's heart almost leaped into her mouth. Though the Scottish brogue gave her a ray of hope.
Maybe Minerva could help her?
"Nothing much, Professor. Madam Pomfrey is taking my physical examination." A small minigasm spread along her spine as Harry kept hammering away his cock inside her messed up cunt, not stopping for an instant. "Dumbledore's order."
She pushed her face into the bed, hiding from the world and Minerva's gasp.
Morgana…Kill her now.