If Harry thought that he would wake up the next day to absolute pandemonium after his battle at Azkaban, then he would be wrong. The Ministry was suppressing the news it seemed, making sure the wizarding world would run smoothly while Voldemort advanced behind the scenes.
It was actually a decision he was quite grateful for, as it gave him time to catch his breath after the events of the past few days. He had returned the Grimmauld Place the previous evening after his detour to the Delacour Chateau to find absolute pandemonium caused in the wake of his partial disappearance. An interrogation led by Amelia and Sirius then left him utterly exhausted, and he had to explain Fleur's 'mistake' with making his portkey several times over.
In the end, it all seemed to work out. Apolline Delacour had been one of his most satisfying conquests yet, and Harry knew it was only a matter of time till he took her daughter. That said, the explanation that he 'met' Fleur's family before heading back to London didn't seem to convince anyone. Amelia, Narcissa, and Julia looked livid with Fleur when everything was finally explained, and they probably knew something was up.
It was a problem that he didn't feel like dealing with anytime soon, and combined with Bellatrix's presence in Grimmauld Place along with Narcissa's deal… My love life seems to be getting complicated.
Harry sighed as he finally entered the Great Hall and headed towards the Gryffindor table. Most of the hall seemed to stop what they were doing and watch him, something that had been normal for years at this point. But it wasn't just the masses of students that watched him, but rather the people closer to him.
His circle of lovers within the walls of Hogwarts was expanding. Daphne, Professor Sinistra, Narcissa, and now Fleur all watched him eagerly when in his immediate vicinity, and would send him flirtatious looks when he happened to look in their respective directions.
It signaled the oncoming game of affection he was about to be wrapped up in, having to choose which girl to spend time with over the others. It was something that likely came with all magical covens and harems, and Harry could only sigh tiredly as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Don't tell us you've gone off and done something bad, mate." Said Seamus from his place nearby.
"Nothing like that." Harry answered. "Just tired."
Silence greeted his answer, until Neville seemed to get the nerve to speak up.
"You weren't in your bed the past few nights, Harry." Neville spoke almost cautiously. "You weren't off doing things with… you know…"
It took Harry a moment a moment to realize what Neville was getting at, even as everyone within earshot leaned in to hear his answer. "W-What? N-No, of course not!"
Dean snorted. "To be fair, it probably takes a lot of effort to keep up with your love life."
"It's your funeral, mate." Ron held a sausage between his fingers. "Having to please that many witches must be a hassle. But to each their own, I suppose."
"It's not like that, I swear!" Harry denied, even as he remembered being with Fleur's mum the day before. To be fair, technically I was fighting Voldemort while I was out… It just hasn't been revealed yet.
The girls nearby seemed to fume to themselves silently, with Hermoine possessing a deep frown on her features. The three chasers, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie all seemed mixed in their feelings, looking like they wanted to defend him yet also scandalized by the notion that the 'little brother' of the Quidditch team was an insatiable womanizer.
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Cho Chang was a screamer.
It was hard not to be when a massive cock was seemingly splitting her in two, stretching her poor pussy to its absolute limits as it thrusted in and out of her. The Asian Ravenclaw let out an ear-defeating deep shriek when her third release finally came, all while her body writhed and shook in pleasure.
Her vision went white as she laid on her back in the abandoned Hogwarts classroom, desperately panting for breath. She could feel the massive cock leave her gaping pussy, and she slowly recovered her senses while her body shook and her pussy trembled from the effort of the past hour. She was exhausted, and couldn't help but glare at the culprit.
Daphne Greengrass of all people stood with a fake, wooden cock in her hand. The Slytherin Ice Queen didn't seem the least bit disturbed by the entire situation, even as she plundered her depths with the massive wooden dildo. After all, It hadn't been her crush who had been pounding Cho all this time, but instead the woman who had taken advantage of her.
It started that day when Cho followed Harry and Greengrass into an empty classroom, right after she had learned about their secret relationship. She was led on by the school gossip and the insane reveal of Harry Potter's romantic life, something that she still struggled to believe. And upon seeing Daphne Greengrass leading Harry Potter into an abandoned classroom that day, Cho simply could not resist the urge to follow.
The boy who asked her out to the Yule Ball was dating Daphne Greengrass of all people, along with his scandalous relationship with Madam Bones as well as Lady Zabini. The quiet and confident front Harry showed to the rest of the school had fooled them all, revealing a barbaric womanizer underneath that set his sights on fucking MILFS of all people. That very reveal terrified every girl their age, and even the younger Ravenclaw girls ran upon catching sight of Harry Potter.
It left Cho either wanting to run away, yell at Potter for tricking them, or even just drop to her knees and worship him. Her mind simply couldn't decide between frustration and eagerness when it came to him, and somehow it led to the situation she was in now, wrapped around the finger of the worst girl in the world.
Daphne fucking Greengrass. Cho snarled the name within the confines of her skull. The blonde Slytherin was the worst girl on the planet, hated by every female in all four Houses and lusted after by every boy in the school. How Harry Potter ended up with her was a mystery, and one that only made the girl even more despised by the female population of their school.
The girl was the antithesis of everything Potter stood for; Slytherin, rich, blonde and buxom, with a nasty streak a mile wide. How a bitch like her managed to get with Harry Potter was unknown, and Cho couldn't help but hate her for it.
"Already done?" The blonde Slytherin asked dismissively, as if Cho's very presence was beneath her.
"You're one sick bitch." Cho breathed out as she tried to recover, attempting to glare at the blonde. "I'd like to see you try and take that thing!"
Greengrass shrugged, and with a casual effort she lifted her head and dangled the fake cock above her mouth. In a smooth movement, the dildo entered her mouth and went all the way down her throat, leaving over the base of it visible.
Cho gaped. Meanwhile Daphne Greengrass deepthroated the fake cock as if it was the easiest thing in the world, before finally removing it and looking at her with a raised brow.
"I-I can do that too!" Cho tried to save face.
"No you can't." The blonde snorted and rolled her eyes. "At this rate, you'll barely be able to hold up your side of the deal. You remember our agreement, do you not?"
"How could I forget."
Her and her Mother. That was the price to be with Harry… as his mistress.
It was after Cho was caught spying on Greengrass and Potter in that classroom that the Ice Queen made her an offer. Cho would be able to be with Harry Potter as his mistress, so long as her mother, the Lady Chang, agreed to be Harry's mistress as well.
She would be a dunderhead not to accept such an offer. It meant getting close to the Lord Potter, the most eligible bachelor in Britain, and someone who was a magical and political powerhouse.
As for Cho's mother… the woman was unmarried after all, so it wasn't like it would affect her. At least, that's what Cho told herself to delay telling the Lady Chang about the magical contract she signed for the both of them.
But why would Greengrass do this? The blonde Slytherin already had competition in her love for Harry Potter. And not just with Madam Bones or Ms. Zabini, but even with the likes of Fleur Delacour.
"Why are you doing this?" Cho really wanted to know the answer to that question. It had bugged her for some time, and for all of her intelligence she couldn't seem to figure it out.
"Harry already has many Witches that lay with him, and soon it will get to the point that his attention will be split between all of us. One wizard can only be with so many witches at a time, after all, and so my plan is to preempt that." Greengrass answered carefully.
Harem politics? Are you kidding me? It was the kind of stuff that only happened in fictional stories and with Kings and Emperors. To be a pawn, like Cho was, in such a scheme was almost surreal.
"And so you want to get Harry's attention by using me and my mother?"
"You'll be part of my faction." Greengrass nodded tightly. "Already, the lines are starting to form, and alliances are being made. Black with Zabini, the Delacours, and Bones is likely to form her own side, likely with Lady Tonks."
Cho once again found herself speechless. "W-Wait! Harry's with that many women?!"
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"Do I really need to wear this?"
The tanned-skin woman looked at her like she was a dunderhead for asking such a question, before her vision blurred as a hand impacted against the side of her face.
SLAP
"Fuck!" Rita reeled at the slap, and glared at Julia Zabini. "The hell was that for?!"
Next thing she knew, the Black Widow was on top of her, holding her by the hair harshly. "Listen, whore, you should be lucky that I don't hand you over to my Lord naked while tied to your own bed with ropes. Yet instead of doing that I've given you everything on a silver platter, but still you challenge me?"
"S-Sorry." She gasped out while trying not to panic. Tied to a bed with ropes doesn't sound all that bad though.
The Black Widow let go of her harshly. "Do not forget who owns you, Rita."
It was a strange sight inside Rita Skeeter's private home within Diagon Alley, one that any man would be lucky to walk into.
Rita was dressed in her finest lingerie, her blonde hair perfectly curled in a fashion that made her appearance seem wild yet sexy. Similar could be said for Ms. Zabini, outfitted in custom black lingerie that Rita was sure Harry had enjoyed many times before. For some reason, Potter's Mistress demanded the both of them wear lingerie when meeting with Harry, as if doing such was a ritual occurrence.
That said, Rita could ignore such improprieties when Ms. Zabini showed up at her home with the story of the century in hand. And not just a first-hand account, but pictures to go with it as well. A raid on Azkaban by the Dark Lord. A duel between the Boy-Who-Lived and You-Know-Who. Harry Potter holds his own against Voldemort and Survives.
Any one of those headlines could have turned heads, but all of them together told of a greater tale that would turn Harry Potter into a legend. And it was Rita Skeeter of all people who had the story, the same reporter who was Harry Potter's nemesis in the press. The irony was not lost on her.
The floo flared in that moment, and Rita's breath hitched as the same dark-haired wizard she was now subservient to stepped out of the fireplace. Intoxicating waves of power rolled off him as he walked, each step sending shivers straight to her core. This wasn't the same boy from the Triwizard Tournament, but a powerhouse strong enough to stand up to the likes of Dumbledore and Voldemort.
"My Lord." Ms. Zabini kneeled as he got closer, and Harry was soon standing over her.
"You've outdone yourself this time, Julia." He loomed over the Black Widow in that moment, his crotch so close to Julia's face that Rita couldn't help but stare.
The Black Widow eagerly unbuttoned his trousers before pulling them down without prompting, revealing the massive cock Rita hungered for. Within moments it was in the woman's mouth, as Julia Zabini expertly sucked his shaft.
GLURP GLUCK SHLURP
Harry didn't so much as glance down as Julia sucked his cock, instead looking at her expectantly and holding out his hand. "The article?"
Rita damn near fell over herself trying to hand it to him, and Harry Potter read the next day's front-page article contently as the buxom MILF sucked his cock. Is this normal for him?
Harry was featured on the front page of the next day's newspaper, with a propagandized photograph of him fighting Voldemort sitting front and center. His wand pointed straight at the Dark Lord, a scowl on his features with his green eyes glowing. It was the type of look that women pleasured themselves over, and Rita was sure many Hogwarts girls would be doing exactly that in the coming days.
Harry read the paper casually, seemingly not caring that a serial killer was expertly sucking his cock all the while. All it did was turn Rita on, and she found her thighs rubbing together as she desperately tried to keep control of her arousal.
"Is it acceptable, m-my Lord?" Rita Skeeter asked from his side, her gaze frequently drifting to Ms. Zabini's bobbing head every now and then.
"It's perfect." He groaned deeply, reaching down to grasp the back of Julia's head before holding her in place. His cockhead twitched from its place within her warm mouth, as she began to swallow copious amounts of his wizard seed that was being pumped down her throat.
Rita licked her lips at the sight.
"There's just one problem." He said, making her heart jump in horror. "Being you."
"M-Me?"
"You might be on my side now, Rita, but I don't know if that's really the case. So, you'll have to prove it."
Prove it. Her heart thumped in her chest, knowing exactly what she had to do. It didn't mean swearing fealty or even a magical vow, but something even deeper. "I'll do whatever you want, my Lord."
Potter snapped his fingers, and Ms. Zabini soon held out a jar of lubricant for him to use. The sight of which horrified yet excited her. "Turn around and bend over for me, Rita."
Her body nearly shook as she did as ordered, as she bent over the couch in her living room. Her arse was out and ready for him to spank and grasp, but Rita knew what was coming was even worse.
"I want you to know, that what I'm about to do, Rita…" He dipped his hand in oil, before using it to lather his massive cock from behind her. "I'm going to enjoy."
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Just because the woman in front of him was subservient to him didn't mean he was going to go easy on her. In fact, Harry planned to do the exact opposite, taking out years-worth of frustration on the blonde reporter.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
His muscular thighs railed against her arse with each thrust, as the blonde reporter screamed in pleasure beneath him. But he ignored her cries for him to slow down or stop, simply holding her body tighter as he thrusted even harder.
It was all about chasing his own pleasure, after all. That, and absolutely ensuring Rita Skeeter knew that he owned her.
"HUAAGH! GAH! S-SO BIG!"
He thought of Hermione and the various scandalous articles Rita had written about her, or even just the many times he had been smeared as a liar and cheater during the Triwizard Tournamnet by the reporter. All of which had burned and tarnished his reputation, and Harry did his absolute best to recall those times as he pounded the shit out of her.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
"M-MY ARSE… YOU'RE TAKING MY ARSE!"
He had yet to fuck a woman's arse until that moment, knowing such an action was known to be immensely painful yet also pleasurable. It was also a way for him to get a smidge of petty satisfaction over the blonde reporter, letting her never forget that Harry Potter of all people had been the one to take her arse.
Rita Skeeter was a whore in his mind, someone who didn't belong standing next to the rest of his lovers. It was why he was so brutal and uncaring in his lovemaking, as he guessed she had been fucked by other men many times before. But Harry wanted her time with him to be simply unforgettable in the woman's mind, ensuring she would remember him for the rest of her days.
He leaned in closer as his release came near, looming over her body as his left hand grasped her shoulder while his right dug into the flesh of her arse. Rita continued to scream, even as he fucked her straight through the beginning of his orgasm.
"C-CUM! Y-YOU'RE CUMMING IN MY ARSE!"
Harry growled like a beast and pulled out mid-release, before picking Rita's body around and throwing her down on her back. She moaned wantonly as load after load left his cock and began painting her front in thick wizard seed, spraying her from her gaping arse all the way to her tits.
"Y-You took her arse." He looked over expecting to see Julia amused with his pettiness. But instead she looked quite angry and even jealous. "Why haven't you done that with me yet?"