Rennervate."
Julia woke with a gasp, desperately sucking in air as she coughed. She practically couldn't feel her legs at this point, her bum was so sore that it was red, and her big brown breasts felt heavy on her spine.
They had been having sex, rough sex, for what felt like days on end at this point. Hours upon hours of Harry completely and utterly using her body to its fullest extent as they fucked. She had sucked his cock, let him cum all over her big tits, swallowed his load, and had him pull her hair as he spanked her arse red.
The first time she had passed out had been when she rode him, exerting her muscles as she bounced up and down on his massive shaft. A strong orgasm had run through her as Harry massaged and sucked her big tits, and she had blacked out as her body shook in pure pleasure.
The next one came as she sucked Harry's big cock. Her Lord had shoved his shaft deeper than she thought possible down a woman's throat, being her own, to the point she couldn't breathe. He didn't particularly care, not that she could blame him, and went on to throat-fuck her until she fell unconscious from the lack of breathable air.
After that came the harsh doggy-style sex, as Harry pounded her fat arse to smithereens. She was very proud of her arse, something she knew most men couldn't resist, and Harry showed just how attracted men could be to such a big booty. He had spanked and pummeled her arse red, damn near blowing her back out with the power of his harsh thrusts.
But the real rough sex began when he started pulling her hair. He had bred her like some sort of wild animal, pulling on her hair like a beast as his thighs slammed against her arse. Julia was sure most women would be broken in half by such a fucking, yet she had managed to only survive it by falling unconscious.
Harry stood off to the side with his wand, putting it down on the nightstand, before turning back around. His cock came into view, being still hard, still huge, and he calmly massaged it with his hand. "That's the third time you've fallen unconscious, I don't want it to happen again."
The rebuke was brutal, and she winced under the severity of it. Yet she still felt heat pool in her core before running down her leg. She had been ready for rough sex, yes, but not this. This was insane sex, the type that left her unable to continue to pleasure her lord even as he used her body to his own satisfaction.
She licked her lips, eyeing his cock hesitantly. "Yes, my Lord."
Harry moved behind her, positioning himself his his massive cock lined up with her pussy, and entered. She gasped, squeezing the sheets and moaning loudly as he carelessly shoved more and more of it in. She could feel it in her stomach, the cock so much bigger than anything she could of imagined filling into her womb. It bulged her out, making a huge clear impression on her stomach, while its sheer girth spread her fat cheeks.
His first thrust sent her reeling, the second made her eyes roll into her skull and mouth agape. Each thrust from there was thunderous, as he began pumping in and out of his personal MILF.
"big, big, big, big! BIG! FUCK! YOU'RE HUGE!" Ms. Zabini screamed as he fucked her with his mammoth cock. "I've never been fucked by a cock this huge!"
Harry groaned, and gave her fat arse a harsh slap that elicited a gasp. "Bigger than your husbands?"
"Oh! All of them!" She moaned, causing Harry to smirk. "None of them were even half as big as you!"
He felt his cock flex in pride, and picked up his thrusts as his right hand made its way around to squeeze her big tits. He was beginning to love having sex with his mistress, and he especially loved how she was a screamer in bed.
"Ohhh! So good!" Ms. Zabini screamed.
"I'm going to be fucking your from now on." Harry boasted, gripping harshly onto her heaving breasts. "You're my fucking bitch."
"Yesss~" She slurred her speech, feeling another insane orgasm rip through her soul. Her pussy spammed around his shaft, quivering and lathering his cock in fluid. She loved how he degraded her, how he called her his bitch.
She had been dreaming about getting a fucking this good for years, and had finally received what she wanted after so long. No one had come close to her own sexual experience, her own stamina, as shown by the many men she had dominated in bed. None of them came close to lasting when they were with her, and she had drained many sets of balls and left men begging for mercy during sex. And that was without mentioning her fourth husband, who just so happened to die during intercourse on their wedding night.
What felt like a lifetime of drifting from one man to the next, using her body to manipulate and steal husbands from their wives had all led to this. Harry Potter. He was her Lord, the man who could finally satisfy her, and someone she was ecstatic to be a mistress for.
He rested comfortably against her, or at least in a way that was comfortable for him, with his entire body resting on top of her own and squishing her into the bed. His knees met the bed at her sides, while one of his arms squeezed her waist, and another snaked around to wrap around her neck, holding it but not so tight as to shut her airway. It was a brutal position made for one thing. Breeding. And Ms. Zabini loved it.
Her Lord began moving, slamming his massive shaft in and out of her as he harshly slammed against her bum. She moaned loudly, and then louder, and soon it sounded as if she was being brutually murdered if someone was to listen in. Her cries weren't cries of pain, but were instead cries of unimaginable pleasure.
She came, and then came again, as her eyes rolled up to convey pure ecstasy. A nonstop stream of orgasms seemed to be normal when Harry pounded her, not that she was complaining.
Harry could feel himself getting closer to his release, as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. His grip around her neck tightened, not enough to close her airway, but enough to let her know that he was in control. It was time for him to claim her. "I'm going to make you mine, Julia."
Her body rattled with each soul-destroying thrust, her massive breasts jiggling and bottom rippling like a tsunami. "I-I'm yours, m-my Lord."
She was his bitch, but he still needed to make sure. "Will you betray me?"
Her eyes widened in horror, her sweaty body reverberating under the intense pounding he was giving her. The thought of betraying him, losing her access to his magic, his kindness, his cock, was unimaginable. "I-I would never betray you, my Lord!"
Harry groaned deeply in satisfaction, grateful that his Mistress was so loyal. He sunk deep into her core then, interlinking his magic with her own and branding it as his. He ripped her magic away, taking it for himself, and prepared to finally seal the deal by marking her with his seed.
"I'm going to cum." Harry grunted at he fucked the shit out of her.
She shakily nodded, only for Harry to take things a bit further. He picked up her whole body like a ragdoll, pounding her even harder as he chased his release. He didn't care for her pleasure anymore, instead solely chasing his own, not that she was complaining. She was his Mistress, his cocksleeve.
With a roar he came, slamming himself as tight as he possibly could against her fat arse. His massive jism-filled balls tightened, and his cock seemed to double in size inside her. Julia lost control as her arms flailed out, reaching for everything, anything, but it was pointless.
A load bigger than she could conceive erupted from his cock, filling her to the brim with load after relentless load. Her stomach bulged out, making her look pregnant. And finally it ended, as Harry dropped her carelessly to the bed.
He ripped his cock from her harshly, letting the seed pour out of her. He looked over her conquered body with a look that made her whimper, before grabbing his cum-stained shaft. "My cock is filthy. Clean it, Bitch."
Julia licked her lips, feeling her core wetten once again at his harsh words. Oh, how she loved the way he treated her! "Yes, my Lord."
-
Fleur Delacour laid wide awake in bed, her eyes wide, and body covered in sweat. She listened to the cries of that mature seductress as Harry pounded her. Those weren't the moans and screams of some cheap whore, but the genuine pleasure-filled cries of ecstasy that most women could only dream of.
She could hear the deafening slapping of skin through the walls between her room and the one next door. The intense intermittent spanks accompanied by orgasmic cries and harsh male groans. All of which did nothing but cause her even more arousal, her groin soaked to the core because of it.
What any woman would give to get that kind of sex. Fleur lamented, rubbing her hand against her core. She suddenly heard Ms. Zabini shriek, the loudest scream so far as the woman likely experience a rather intense orgasm. It did nothing but provoke her arousal further, as she bit her lip. Is this what it's like to have sex with a powerful wizard? W-Will she even survive?
She thought of trying to have sex like this with Harry, something that only made her more horny. He would make me his Veela whore.
She imagined him pounding her, how he would enter her bedroom after he was done with his Mistress. He would use her after he's done with Ms. Zabini. He'd shove his huge shaft into her even though it would be covered in the other woman's fluid.
Could I even be able to take such a big cock? Fleur bit her lip, imagining the things Harry would do to her. I'd make myself take his big cock! I'd be his good little Veela!
Would I amount to anything more than a mistress for Harry? She couldn't help but wonder, knowing that Harry already had plenty of women to take care of his needs. There was no way he would make her something as special as his wife, but that was even if he wanted her in the first place.
She knew she was beautiful, as she was a Veela after all. But even then Fleur Delacour had to wonder if that was enough. Most men would fall head over heels for her, just like Bill did at the bank, but Harry Potter was not most men. He already had women around him to take care of his needs, as demonstrated by the noises being made in the next room. But there was something she lacked in compared to Harry's lovers, being her age.
Am I old enough for Harry? She questioned her body for the first time in her life, nearly feeling inadequate in comparison to the women around her crush. They were all older, more experienced, some even married in the past, and each had big mature mammaries and busty feminine forms that most men would drool over.
It was rare to see a wizard date women older than himself, being an odd taboo in magical society where Men always seemed to marry younger. Harry being different was odd in such a strange way that it actually intimidated her, and made Fleur genuinely question her chances with him.
I'm no use to him as some blonde Veela bimbo. She despaired. I doubt even mother would benefit him all that much, especially with Narcissa clinging to his arm.
Being a Veela and simply throwing myself at him won't cut it. Fleur decided, feeling a resolve fill her. She still had to go back to France for one more year at Beauxbatons, and then she would return to Britain for Harry. No. That won't be enough.
Being all the way across the channel in France was too risky, and there was a good chance that it would be too late next time she saw him.
She decided that she needed to attend Hogwarts if she was to get closer with Harry.
-
She watched the coffee maker run, slowly filling her morning cup before she left to do rounds in Diagon Alley. Being an Auror had been tough work, but well worth the hours spent in training and being harassed by Mad-eye. But with that said, her least favorite part of the job was having to get up so early.
The nearby door to the kitchen suddenly opened, and her mother walked in. The woman dressed in a provocative white robe that seemed to hug her curves in a seductive manner, something Nymphadora was sure her father quite enjoyed.
"Morning, dear." Andromeda Tonks greeted, giving her a short hug and kiss. "Off to work so early?"
"You can say that." She sighed, knowing that she probably needed to stop over at Grimmauld Place at some point.
Sirius seemed to be on the warpath these days, and Nymphadora knew that Harry would soon be off to Hogwarts. But the main thing that kept her away from Grimmauld Place was the women that Harry Potter kept around. Being an Auror seemed to be the last thing on her mind these days, with Harry Potter's strange… relationships occupying so much of her thoughts.
It was Harry Potter, and the ridiculous situations he seemed to get himself into that seemed to be the center of her mind. First had been the insane triwizard tournament, followed by the return of the Dark Lord, and then his arrival at Grimmauld Place, followed by his insane ability to attract women without trying.
It was driving her mad! The man attracted beautiful and mature witches to himself without trying, barely even breathing and he managed to already get Narcissa and Julia wrapped around his finger with minimal effort. And that wasn't even mentioning the older hot French Veela who was pursuing him!
Nymphadora knew she was beautiful. She was a metamorphmagus, able to change her appearance at will, and as such could control her beauty. But as of late she kept feeling as if she was coming up short in comparison to the women around her.
First there was Narcissa, her aunt, a bombshell blonde woman with an unmatched enthusiasm for etiquette and pureblood culture. Rather than seeming like a old snobby prune, as so many pureblood women turned out to be, the woman instead came across as a high-class blonde who seemed genuinely to be Harry Potter's personal courtesan and matchmaker.
Next had been Julia Zabini, a curvy and busty seductress, a mature woman with curves that Nymphadora knew would drive most men wild. That wasn't counting the woman's bitchy and seductive attitude, and she still seemed to exude smugness and superiority despite being Harry Potter's mistress of all things.
After that came Fleur bloody Delacour, the insanely hot French girl who somehow seemed to be more bitchy and more smug than the aforementioned witches. The girl was a Veela to top it all off, with legs a mile long and perky assets men could only dream of. If it wasn't her bright long silvery hair that caught your attention, then it was definitely her heart-shaped bum and child-bearing hips that would succeed in doing so.
And yet, standing in that kitchen next to her mother made her feel the exact same way that the other women made her feel. Her mother's beautiful, natural, seductive appearance that seemed to be common among the Black sisters was dead set on making Nymphadora feel inadequate. Women were supposed to get uglier with age, but her mother only seemed to age like fine wine. That didn't mention the woman's fashion sense, as she seemed to fancy wearing nightclothes that borderlined on being lingerie half the time.
It didn't help that any time she brought it up, her mother responded by calling her a "prune".
Nymphadora had grown up, experienced the worst boys her age had to offer through dating. She had seen Hogsmeade many times, been in several broom closets, and even been on quite a few dates since becoming an Auror. And all of her experience when it came to romance made her ask one question: How the hell did Ted Tonks get with Andromeda Black?
Sure, she had heard their explanation a million times. That the two met at Hogwarts, how Andromeda was attracted to Ted's personality and muggle life, and from there how their romance snowballed until Andromeda left her family to live with Ted and raise her.
One didn't have to look long at her mother to know Andromeda was a monster in bed. The woman was equipped with everything needed for continuous breeding. Thick powerful thighs, big tits, a shelf full of arse that caused most men to look twice when she walked down the street. It didn't make sense for her to find fulfillment with Ted Tonks, a skinny and awkward muggleborn at best.
It made Nymphadora wonder if the situation with Harry and her was the same, just inverted. He's got the weight of the world on his shoulders, along with all those beautiful women to help him. Surely the last thing he needs is an annoying metamorphmagus, right?
"Is there a problem, dear?" Her mother suddenly asked, startling her.
"What? Um… no." Nymphadora replied quickly.
Andromeda Tonks studied her like a hawk, and she felt a cold sweat run down her back. She had rarely seen her mother so serious before, and she just so happened to be her mother's center of attention in that moment. After some time her mother seemed to find what she was looking for, as she relaxed and gained an amused smirk.
"I see." Andromeda took a sip of her tea. "Boy problems then?"
"W-What?" She stuttered. "N-No! Of course not!"
"Boy problems it is." Her mother seemed to decide, despite her protests. "Even if you want to deny it, I do have a simple solution for boy problems."
A simple solution does sound good. Nymphadora sighed, something she was doing too much these days. "Just tell me."
"One person will always be the dominant one in the relationship." Andromeda Tonks lectured. "All that matters is deciding what role you are in the relationship. Are you the one in charge, meaning the leader? Or are you a follower?"
Harry is definitely the leader in his… relationships. She bit her lip. "I'm not sure."
"It's best you figure it out." Her mother continued. "Otherwise, you will end up having a lot of argueing to do. Me and your father never argue, as the man knows who has the pants in this relationship."
"Alright mom, I get it." Nymphadora felt a little queasy. I wonder if you and Harry would get along?