"Will you stop that?" Adrastia called out. Her voice echoed through the room as she waved her wand. The sound of the wand slicing through the air filled the space, creating an almost musical hum. "You don't want to permanently scar him, do you?"
A nervous tick appeared on Harry's face. His brows furrowed as he felt the weight of the gigantic woman's gaze. It would be pretty embarrassing to show fear in front of a witch, but considering she mirrored Hagrid's height… He could feel her eyes boring into him, like hot coals against his skin.
"Spoil my fun, why don't you?" Harry recoiled, his body instinctively moving back as the foreign headmistress pouted. The expression might have been endearing on someone with silver hair, but on her large, misshapen face, it only added to the unease. Her lips, cracked and dry, twitched as she pouted, making her appear even more unsettling.
He shuffled back, his palms sweating as he eyed the drawn wand in the Headmistress's hand. The back of his knees collided with the edge of the bed, causing a dull thud to resonate through the room. The wand, long and sleek, seemed to hold an air of power and authority. Harry couldn't help but notice the way it glinted in the light, its surface smooth and polished. He couldn't shake the feeling that it could easily double as a cane, its weight and size suggesting hidden strength.
The large woman pressed the tip of the wand against her throat, her voice becoming softer, almost melodic, as she murmured something under her breath. The sound carried through the room like a whispering breeze, causing the hairs on the back of Harry's neck to stand on end.
"Happy now?" Harry blinked in confusion as a completely unfamiliar voice emanated from the woman. It was louder, sure, but its pitch and femininity were strikingly similar to her friend's. It was a stark contrast to the previous husky abomination.
His veela lover tapped her feet impatiently, the sound of her heels echoing in the room. With a frustrated 'Tch!', the enormous woman dragged her left sleeve up, revealing a thick bangle. The metal clasp clicked open slowly, almost teasingly.
Like a mirage disappearing before his eyes, the towering witch's visage wavered. Harry blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Her transformation seemed surreal, almost magical. The masculine face, with its small black eyes and chapped lips, melted away, replaced by something entirely different.
The Beauxbatons Headmistress, who moments ago had possessed a misshapen face, now had beautiful blue eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischief. Her perfect button nose sat delicately on her face, while her pink, juicy lips curved into a gentle smile. Long, flowing blond hair cascaded down her back, almost reaching her hips, as it danced in some unseen wind. A soft, floral fragrance wafted through the air, filling the room with a sweet scent that reminded Harry of a summer garden.
His eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the large shawl draped around her, which bulged over something hidden beneath it. The shape and size hinted at things that could dwarf the footballs he had played with in the past.
From looking like a blood relative of Hagrid to an Amazonian Goddess… Harry looked at Adrastia, wanting to see if she was surprised. She smiled indulgently in his way, seemingly well accustomed to the duplicity.
It didn't take him long to connect the dots. "Why?" He was more curious than upset about why a woman would willingly make herself ugly.
"Very few people know about my ancestry from the father's side. And I like to keep it that way." The currently silvery blond headmistress shrugged her broad shoulders. "My glamored look is easier to pass as a genetic defect. Muggles call it gigantism, I believe."
"And what's wrong with this look of yours?" Harry eyed the curves appreciatively. Doubly so when she shed her shawl, draped in a black long robe.
"Veela's are probably the only females that could even think about mating with a giant. This look will almost guarantee everybody coming to the right conclusion about my ancestry."
"Aunt Ophelia was very wild, and when I mean wild, I mean really, really, really wild," Adrastia said, barely hiding a smirk. "I guess Olympe is still sore about our cousins' teasing about her mother's preferences."
"Nothing like that!" A red blotch appeared on the half-giantess's cheeks. "I just don't want the hassle or the stigma. Not when I had to toil for decades to get where I am."
"Wait! Aren't there like a quite a few people like you? I mean, Hagrid certainly isn't like a normal wizard." Harry asked, eyes flittering from the towering blond to the relatively smaller one. "How were they conceived if veelas are the only females capable of breeding with a giant?"
"All of them have giantess for a mother. They are a lot less temperamental and could be easily impressed by any competent wizard." Madam Maxime snorted. "It's a different fact that all of them leave the wizards after getting bored. And your friend Hagrid's mother is actually quite famous. Supposedly the last of the native giantess."
For just a moment, Harry entertained the notion of sex with a fifteen foot giantess, before the reality kicked in, along with the pictures that were inside the fantastic Beasts and where to find them.
Damn it! Thankfully, the vision currently occupying his thought was pleasing enough to arrest his spiraling imagination.
"Enough about that." Adrastia cut in, probably worried about his green face. "Now before Olympe burst in, I was about to tell you the finer points about the ritual."
Harry welcomed the change of topic wholeheartedly. "I still can't understand the distinction. The only thing I got was that it is a sex ritual, and I need to have sex with seven different witches." He said, legs giving out as he plopped on the bed. "It wouldn't be that difficult, I guess. I probably don't even need any help. I have seven witches in mind."
"That's where you are wrong, stud." The gigantic half-veela (or is it half-giantess?) smirked at him, her previous leer returning. "You need me more than even Adrastia here."
What's she on about? He quickly looked away after seeing her eyes roving over his body. Her ugly self's attention was revolting, but this new demigoddess looks were not only arousing but also made focusing a lot more difficult. Those two watermelon sized titties suddenly seemed a lot more prominent without the existence of the bulky shawl.
"Harry… every magical creature uses magic differently. Magic also flows differently in each of their pathways. Like enchantments came easily to me along with charms because of the malleability of my magic. Olympe here is exceptional in my subjects along with a flair for transfiguration that she inherited from her father." Adrastia said, overlooking the noise of disgust from her best friend. "What this old ritual does is accumulate those specialties from different magicals during sex while strengthening your own flow. The clusters on your back will guide the flow to the scar and finally you will be rid of the abomination."
"Enough of your sugarcoating!" Madame Maxime shouted, making them jerk back. The towering blond took a deep breath before bellowing. "Harry, what you need to do is fuck some female magical creatures and put some hybrid babies in their womb! That will get rid of your scar." The shameless blond turned toward her smaller friend. "See? That's how you do it!"
Harry's mind blanketed at her words. The reddening of Adrastia just confirmed Madam Maxime's declaration.
Magical creatures? Sex with them? Breeding them?
Harry had the sudden vision of a female version of Dobby with a pregnant belly, looking at him lovingly. Bile rose in his throat. Disgust making it hard to breathe in. The thought of carrying Voldemort's soul suddenly seemed a lot more appealing than before.
"Honestly, Olympe, you didn't need to be so crass!" Adrastia said, rolling her eyes. She stared at him with an apologetic expression. "Sorry about that, dear. Even though she is partially right, you don't need to fear mating with some magical slug or worm. Only humanoid magicals, similar to us, will do."
A sigh of relief escaped him. Though he could just think of one such magical female. The other six… A long forgotten vision of a galloping herd floated in his mind. Though the way their males wielded bows and arrows with erring precision, Harry had a feeling that this ritual would be a lot more troublesome for his health.
"Where will I find them?" Harry asked Adrastia more out of wild hope. "I can't even think anything expect veelas."
"Well, I am here, you know." The immense woman slowly unbuttoned her high collared robes, exposing a veritable ocean of vast milky skin. "I have enough giant blood in me to count as one."
"She is right. Another reason I invited her tonight." Adrastia said, giving him an encouraging smile. "You could start the ritual right away. Just after I have drawn the runes."
Harry gulped as the sound of Madame Maxime's disrobing reached his ears. His eyes got stuck once he had looked the oversized veela's way. Just like a typical veela, her skin looked unbelievably soft and pale, without blemish and wrinkles. And the breasts that stared at him…
Harry had never, ever dreamed that he would see breasts that huge. Even huge was an understatement. Adrastia's tits were huge, so were Appoline's. Heck, Molly might be even bigger than the veela mother-daughter pair. But the headmistress' bare breasts were simply indescribable.
"Same old thing, men losing their mind over your cow-tits!" Even Adrastia's snort couldn't divert his attention from those melons.
The gigantic blond cupped her breasts with hands the size of dinner plates and failed to fully grasp them. "Don't call them cow-tits, you whore. Mine are even bigger."
Indeed… Harry stared at the huge red areolas and the full thumb sized pink nipples, mouth watering unintentionally.
Harry was pretty sure he could have stared at those wondrous breasts for the entire night if not for the other blond that pulled his hand, dragging him back to his feet.
"Let's get you prepared for the ritual before she gets in her mood." Adrastia murmured, unbuttoning his shirt. "If you thought we veelas were insatiable, then wait for the unholy combination of a veela with giant blood."
Little Harry became fully erect at the proclamation.
A veela's sexuality with a giant's endurance? Harry could hardly wait to match his own stamina against that.
Adrastia shrugged his shirt from his frame, biting her lips and glancing at his bulging pecks with smoky eyes. Her hands tugged at his belts, intentions clear. The vast cleavage on display gave Harry an inspiration.
"Wait! Can I be done with two magical females at the same time? You know, you and her?"
Harry turned to point at the giantess but saw no one. He glanced down as Adrastia kneeled in front, eyes glued to his bulge.
"Unfortunately, darling, that isn't possible." If the musical voice wasn't enough of an identification, then the breasts resting on his shoulders would have been a dead giveaway.
'How much do these things weigh?' Harry wanted to ask. Especially when he had to brace himself against their heft.
Fuck!
"You can't do the ritual with someone you have already slept with." Long feminine fingers glided across his collarbone before he was pushed back into the gigantic veela's cleavage, his head thumping against her breastbone. "So both my best friend and goddaughter are out of the contention."
Harry couldn't even turn his head as the mammoth tities of the giantess boxed his head, putting considerable pressure against his cheeks. Her hands reached lower, tugging his nipples and groping his muscles. The hands were incredibly soft, quite the opposite of their intimidating size. His abs bore the blunt of her attention, as she murmured her appreciation from behind.
"I am sure my student would be more that happy to take her mother and grandmother's place. Why, I think you have already caught her eyes."
The other blond dragged his trousers and boxers down, taking his weeping cock in her hand and giving it a light squeeze.
"By Morgana! You weren't exaggerating! That is the biggest piece of dick I have seen in my entire life!"
A blush bloomed on his cheeks along with the immense pride that he felt. A woman of her size and blood drooling over his endowment could be the biggest compliment someone had given him to date.
He groaned from between her tits, tongue reaching out and licking the inside of her breast. He cursed as those long nipples were out of reach, saliva dripping as he sought them out. The heat of Adrastia's mouth engulfed him, as if she was more than happy to prepare him for the ritual. Although slobbering over his knob wasn't probably what she meant by her earlier statement.
"Look at the slut struggling to take the head of that!" The French headmistress crowed. "Get up and let me show you how to handle a beast like this."
With a last lick, Adrastia disengaged from his cock. She got up, not giving any outward reaction to her friend's taunting. A quick search through the box and she brought out a vial of sparkling liquid along with a wicked-looking knife. "Before going any further, let's draw the runes first."
Harry heard a groan of protest before the tities were lifted from his shoulder, the massive hands retreating from their groping. "Hurry the fuck up! I can't wait to see if he can truly scratch my itch!"
Harry felt a bit unnerved. First by the thought of fucking a woman of such proportion and then the knife that was in Adrastia's hand. The bed groaned like a dying wench, and Harry gulped as the mattress dipped almost comically as the giant headmistress laid down on it. A show of incredible flexibility followed as she dragged her thighs back and exposed her groin.
Adrastia went behind him and started marking his back, but his full focus was on the bed. Even when he felt the tip of the knife penetrating his skin, the pain was absent. Most probably because of the show.
Madame Maxime was indeed right. There was really no comparison between witches and humanoid magical females.
A quick wave of her wand cleared the attic of the cobwebs. The boxes stacked against the wall, giving way to an empty floor. Madame Rosemerta wiped her brows, vibrating in anticipation. Finally, after a long time, she could indulge in one of her favorite hobbies. Spying on her guests.
When was the last time she had done this? She couldn't remember. But she was sure that none of her previous voyeuristic journey starred a freaking veela. That old itch of knowing things she should steer clear off, came back with a vengeance the moment the gorgeous French witch requested for a room in the evening. When hours passed and no one searched for her, Rosemerta had almost feared that the veela had asked for the room for just staying the night. Not the secret affairs like those purebloods ladies.
The affairs through which she had earned fat sacks of galleons by keeping those pureblood ladies' rendezvous secret. Especially as they usually visited her inn with young and hung muggleborn wizards. The type whom they wouldn't even spit at in the presence of their husbands. But behind closed doors…
The chance to satisfy her guilty desires along with a list of impressive young wizards that she could then bring to her bed—sometime Rosemerta couldn't believe how lucky she had been, inheriting the Three broomsticks from her grandmother.
Her fingers searched madly for the groove in the wall. Wand tip illuminating, the busty barmaid found the hidden rune, channeling the proper amount of magic to activate them.
There was a reason she always gave the second room to any inquiring witch. As the attic floor turned transparent gradually, she expected a lot of things happening in the floor below.
The earlier activation of the intruder ward wasn't a fluke. She was well aware of that. A wizard had stealthily entered her establishment. That was an undeniable fact. And the destination of the sneaking wizard was also not a mystery. The only mystery was the late arrival of the huge headmistress of the Beauxbatons. What could that gigantic woman want from the veela and her paramour?
Her eyes went toward the corner of the attic, where an innocent looking silvery cloak was folded on a chair. The cloak that she had stumbled upon in front of veela's room.
As the floor became a one sided transparent window, Rosemerta had to put her fist inside her mouth to stop her scream from waking up her entire establishment.
Morgana's hairy cunt!
"Yes…You will put that huge manmeat right here. You see that Harry?"
Harry stared, mouth agape, as Madame Maxime kept her absurdly big pussy-lips split open, teasing them with her index fingers. Clear liquids clung to her pussy, the pink inside raw and sodden, looking like the middle of the cherry and strawberry cake that Aunt Petunia had once made for his cousin's birthday.
The more he stared, the more he realized why people use the word 'petals' to describe pussy-lips. The outer folds of Madame Maxime looked more like recently bloomed rose petals wrinkled together than a female vagina. And the clit… Harry was sure that bright red fleshy stamen was bigger than some of the guy's wiener from his locker-room.
Harry grimaced as he felt the knife's tip digging into the back of his head.
"Ouch!" The pain should be more excruciating, but somehow, the enchantment in the dagger made it more like a dull throb. The throb that went away after a minute.
"There, you are good to go." Adrastia came from behind, the knife in her hand bloodied. The vial of liquid also spent.
"Already?" Harry blurted out, hardly believing the process would be over so quickly. Not to mention the lack of substantial pain. Or was he that fixated on Madame Maxime?
"The unicorn blood here is already healing the scars." Adrastia raised the empty vial. "Nobody will even feel the bumps after a few hours."
"Come here, you stud. Look how my pussy is crying to be filled." The moan from the bed followed a slap as the giantess slapped her pussy. His cock had remained firm throughout, barely losing strength. But it jumped at the siren call, hoping to meet its match at last.
Adrastia kneaded his arse, her breasts rubbing against his arms. "Go, Harry. Don't disappoint her. I have bragged too much about your prowess."
Harry nodded, the encouragement working better that any of Oliver's pre-quidditch pep talk.
He climbed onto the bed, ignoring the dangerous way the bed creaked and situated herself between her raised thighs. Slapping his dick over that large looking cunt, Harry marveled that his cock barely reached her navel when usually it knocks against other witches' breasts.
Madam Maxime's one large hand crawled down and griped his cock. Harry noted the large hand almost encircled his girth. Again an anomaly.
"Morgana… I have never held a cock this thick…" Madame Maxime's moan was liquid aphrodisiac, his eyes stuck to the red nipples of her breasts. "You sure you don't have any giant blood? Even half-giants aren't this hung."
His cock jumped in her hand upon hearing that. Fuck me! This witch knew just how to rile him up. The mushroom head of his cock wept pathetically, dripping his precum over her navel as she rubbed his cock's underside against her petals.
"You feel how hard my lips are trying to grip you, darling? Feel the way I will crush you inside my heat?" Harry tried to push his hips back and feel just that, but her grip was iron-tight, his strength no match for a half-giantess. "Your dick is even bigger than the forearms of my previous lovers, the only way they could even think of filling me up. But a cock is a cock, isn't it?"
Madame Maxime seemed to enjoy taunting him, especially as his cock kept leaking at her words. His teeth gritted, voice losing at the aggravation.
"Look at the veins perking up." Her hands glided over his dick-skin. "And my word, Adrastia, look at the balls of his. It looks so full, waiting to unload inside me."
"Fuck!" he cursed out. The hand job from her soft, large hand was almost overwhelming.
She angled his mushroom to her cunt, messaging her petals with the round-red head.
"Mmmmmppphhh!" she bit her lips as her clit got bashed, a jolt spreading through Harry. "I can't take any more!"
She lost her resolve at last, letting his cock loose. The moment Harry was waiting for. His hips thundered down, girth bursting through the wet canal. A loud clap rang through the room.
"FUCCCKKK!" Harry winced at the loud shout. If Harry thought the grip of her hand was tight, then he was dead wrong. He tried to pull his hips back, but no matter how much effort he put in, he remained inside her. His balls-deep penetration kept going on for minutes.
Her grip on his cock didn't lessen, her heated canal massaged his nerves so throughly that Harry looked toward the other veela in panic.
The added stimulation of seeing a naked Adrastia didn't help. Her former lover slowly climbed on the bed, sitting just beside their joined self.
"Hang on there, love." The gorgeous grandma stroked her friend's abdomen, which Harry realized was spasming like mad. "She is just overwhelmed. A veela's pussy is ten times more sensitive than a normal witch and taking something so big and hot the first time — your cock is just built for us."
"Suck on her nipples." She leaned down and took one for herself, mumbling with her mouthful. "It's her weak spot."
Harry stuttered, his cock still getting massaged like mad by the extra-strong muscles, and followed Adrastia. He sucked the red protruded nipple like a sugar quill. The long rubbery thing quivered against his tongue, and he latched onto it with his teeth, biting it with enough force to hurt a normal witch.
The giant headmistress gasped out of her stupor, a hand coming behind his head and pushed him deeper into the watermelon sized tit. Lips suctioning, he swallowed the larger areola around the nips, breathing hot air against her goose-pimpled skin.
"Ummm…Yeah…Worship my tits, you peasant. Suck my nipples like a baby… I love it! I love my enormous breasts eaten. Keep sucking!"
He felt Adrastia vacating her position beside him. Not wasting any time, his hands raised, and he glomped the unattended fun-bag. He tried to heft and squeeze it, but it was just too damn big.
Would he need both hands to grab just one of her breast? Harry came a little inside her pussy just at the thought of that.
Feeling her pussy losing its hold, Harry raised his hips, dragging back the full length of his cock, then crashing against her cunt.
Liquid splashed against his balls and abdomen. A hot, searing liquid released by the giantess.
Finally escaping from her breast, Harry lifted his head, seeing the wide open mouth and the half-lidded eyes of the oversized beautiful blond. Red lips were plump and inviting, but when Harry tried to go for a kiss, he realized he was too short to reach her face.
Face burning in mortification, he pulled back and took hold of her breasts tightly. His hips sped up, butt raising and falling with manic intensity.
"Just like that, love, just like that." Adrastia rubbed his back, cooing. "Look at you, taming another veela."
"Oui, oui, oui… martèle-moi la chatte, étalon, martele-moi la chatte ! Putain, engendre un salaud en moi!"
Despite the chilly October air, sweat poured down his entire body, making him glisten. His face, flushed with passion, burned with intensity. Holding nothing back, he unleashed a savagery never seen before, channeling every ounce of his strength into each forceful thrust. The impact would have elicited cries of pain from any other woman, and even Madame Maxime couldn't help but shed tears. Yet, amidst the wetness and the tears, there was a sense of ecstasy in the way her body contorted, her pleasure-filled cries mingling with the sloshing sounds of their intimate connection.
Her enormous breasts jiggled, her gigantic frame shaking with his pounding. The creaking of bedsprings increased, joined by the bed bashing against the wall.
"I'm close…So closeeee…." Madame Maxime whined, her hips raising against his every downward push.
Adrastia dragged his head and shoved her tongue down his throat. Harry reciprocated enthusiastically, clashing with her immense experience.
Madame Maxime's upturned thighs crashed into his torso after one particularly vicious thrust and Harry, still kissing sideways, tumbled behind, his back colliding into the bed.
The fuck. As he stared at the drab ceiling, the frustrated shout of Adrastia reached his ears. The two veela bickered in their mother tongue for a bit before the headmistress raised herself, her pussy-lips still swallowing his full length. Her long legs crossed, Madame Maxime stared down at him from her squat, her black pupils dilated.
A minuscule jolt of apprehension sneaked into his thoughts, as if a tiny needle had pricked his mind. The vastness of her figure became even more pronounced as she settled herself above him. When she was lying down, her towering height was concealed, hidden by her posture. However, at this moment…
His eyes glossed over her breasts, even gravity bowing before their perkiness. Her neck was long but proportioned, a thin layer of muscles underneath the flesh. Harry gulped after seeing her arms. Even though they were toned, the thickness was enough to make him think twice before challenging her strength.
His eyes got stuck to the way her flared cunt-lips had swallowed almost his entire length nonchalantly. His pulsing dick, slightly visible, raised beneath the skin of her abdomen.
This wasn't a woman that he could dominate. The thought had just crossed his mind when she raised her body more that a foot before crashing down.
Damn! A Grunt forced out of his lips.
Hopefully, he wouldn't have to visit Poppy with a broken pelvis.
The intimidating sight of the headmistress was blocked as an aroused looking pussy dropped from above, straight to his mouth.
"Please, Harry… my pussy also needs some love." Adrastia whined before dropping. Her beautiful lower lips crashing into his.
"~Oh! Oh! OH!~" The headmistress sang between her jumping, controlling the pace of their fucking and taking him even deeper. "Yes~! So good, Harry Potter! So good!"
There was no shame in getting used by a couple of veelas, Harry consoled himself. It was against his nature to just lie down and let a witch ride him, but the way the huge headmistress lost her mind with her riding… What was he going to do? Try to wrestle control from a half-giantess?
And it wasn't like the happenings were not pleasurable for him. In fact, he could feel his cock swelling inside the headmistress, with his balls smacking and jumping her huge arse, preparing to let loose.
She might have felt the same as her intensity reached a crescendo, loud claps blasting against his eardrums of flesh smacking.
Harry's tongue vibrated and flowed with magic. The trick he started against Pansy, now used again. Adrastia's gasp joined with her friend's animal like grunting, her hands gripping his hair and riding his tongue for all its worth.
An ominous creaking rang throughout the room, making Harry's rhythm falter. He had barely realized what was going on when the bed they were soiling snapped. A loud crunch reverberated, filling his heart with dread.
The feeling of weightlessness was fleeting, and then the sensations returned tenfold. First, his back collided, thankfully, with a soft mattress. But the women above him…
"FUCKING SHIT!"
"MON ÉTALON!"
"GGGRRRRHHHH!"
Adrastia crashed against his head, almost knocking him out, his tongue still out, reaching inside her canal and bashing against her g-spot. And Madame Maxime…
Their fall had barely happened when the French headmistress, still in the middle of her riding, crashed into his inflamed dick, his mushroom head puncturing her womb and knocking into her uterus.
Harry felt the immense heat gripping his cock and the dams burst. He felt his balls jumping, jizz traveling through his immense length before he started sprouting.
One splash…two splash… three splash…the splashes kept on. His balls churned and churned, ignoring the groaning and gasping witches above. A deluge of fem-cum splashed against his dick and torso and Madame Maxime gyrated over his prone form, making grunts that would have made her father proud.
A bone deep exhaustion settled in his being. He kneaded Adrastia's doughy asscheeks. Her pussy was now becoming a hindrance in his breathing. But she was still spasming above him, dribbles of liquid entering his mouth, delighting his buds.
"What was that?" Adrastia asked, loosening her grip on his hair. "The thing you did with your tongue?" Even that seemed to sap her strength as she flopped beside his head. "What kind of sorcery was that?"
His dick finally stopped sprouting and the headmistress also stopped making her ancestors proud. She clenched tightly around him, her wet warmth enveloping every inch as she skillfully milked him dry, leaving him utterly spent.
"Who cares about his tongue," Madame Maxime grinned lazily, hands rubbing her abdomen where he had pumped enough seed to impregnate every witch of Hogwarts. "When they can take this huge fucking cock. You know what Harry, I think even if I don't pregnant this time, I won't stop until you have given me a dozen sons like you."
Harry had the sudden epiphany that he should check something. His eyes widened, realizing he had completely forgotten about the ritual. The tiny burning in his tailbone gave him hope, before he realized that could have happened during his fall.
"Uh...huh! I'm not finished with you, darling. Didn't you hear? I will not let you leave until I am sure of being pregnant. It would be a crime against witches if you don't birth at least a hundred wizard of your prowess." Madame Maxime flexed her pussy muscles when he fidgeted, keeping him hard.
"—help." Adrastia's whimper gave him hope. Maybe she had realized they need to check if the ritual was working. "I will help you, Olympe. I will help you with your mission."
What?
"After all, I am still young enough to birth a half a dozen sprog."
Damn it!
"I will also help…" Her whisper was unheard in the empty attic.
Well, maybe not six, but she certainly could birth a couple of wizards. After all, she needed someone to take care of her establishment in the future.
Madame Rosemerta toyed with her nipples, breasts bared from her bra. Her fingers slicked inside her inflamed cunt. As she watched the three dragged themselves from the broken bed and to the floor, Rosemerta evaluated her situation. It was difficult to keep her eyes from Harry Potter's dick, when it came out hard and huge, lathered in the headmistress' juices. And she thought she had seen impressive cocks previously.
A snort escaped her as she thought of her earlier notion. As the smaller veela captured the delicious-looking cock between her lips, Rosemerta compared her figure with the slut. Both blonds, both with breasts of similar size and with hips that wizards couldn't keep their eyes away from.
Her eyes devoured the way Harry kept pawing at those breasts, a phantom touch igniting her nerves as she imagined the hunk of a wizard doing similar things to her body.
She was sure the French veela was unmarried, so there was no question of extorting money from her. Sure, the Beauxbatons headmistress could be blackmailed. A subtle threat of divulging about her disguise could be lucrative. Add her illicit relationship with a foreign student…
Nah… what would she do with so much money? Especially with no future heir.
Rosemerta eyed the invisibility cloak, then the broken bed, a plan forming in her mind.
Surely the veela would be open to negotiations. Open to including her in her dedicated mission.
If not… well, she was no stranger to using blackmail to benefit herself, was she?