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One Big Happy Weasley Family Ch. 4
🕑 Added 2023-12-26 20:36:23 +0000 UTCHarry, Ginny and Gabby's wedding proved to be the final one in the extended Weasleysphere. Percy remained perpetually undateable, and Charlie mourned daily as he was forced to see his dragoness become the most oft-used broodmare of the entire reserve.
The years progressed. Gabby gave birth to their daughter Jamie Potter, two years younger than Victoire and four years younger than Theodora.
The MILF squad, as Harry had taken to calling Emma, Abeli and Apolline, were no longer able to bear any children, but their motherly instincts were still intact, and they practically dedicated themselves to helping rear the next generation of ‘Weasley’ children.
The three of them moved into Molly and Arthur's manor in Windsor, which the elder Weasleys had so graciously and selflessly offered up. They basically became an unpaid nanny service, though Harry made sure to pay them daily visits in order to reward them for their hard work. It wasn't easy taking care of three precocious little girls.
Molly was allowed to move out of the Burrow and into the MILF house, in order to take on most of the ‘dirty’ tasks involved in child rearing. Mrs. Weasley spent most of her day trying to keep up with cleaning diapers, wiping vomit and ear-piercing cries without magic. The girls, in their brattier moments, tended to treat her like dirt, like a worn down house maid and not their nominal grandmother.
Still, it was an upgrade from the Burrow, which was now called the ‘Shrine of Potter' by the Weasley men and Mr. Delacour, who had moved into the place, even after Harry had assured him he didn't need to torture himself so.
It seemed something had snapped inside of the man, and he was now just as broken as the Weasley men.
Harry was happier than he'd ever been, raising his beautiful daughters and doing whatever caught his fancy.
He just had three stubborn witches left to go. Three witches who wouldn't bear his children in their dogged pursuit of their careers.
Harry had been patient with Ginny, Angelina and Hermione, but their time of reckoning was rapidly approaching.
Hermione's arrived first. She'd been campaigning for Minister, convinced that she would lose, as she was a muggleborn and would have become the youngest Minister in history by far.
The entire campaign had been full of Hermione trying to temper everyone else's boundless optimism. Yes, the polls said she would win by a landslide. Yes, Harry's public support practically guaranteed her the win. Yes, her opponent had been caught up in an auror raid and was still sitting in a holding cell after failing to post bail. But still, to her, it wasn't over until the final vote was counted.
Her election night event was an intimate affair. Wizarding elections were not the great, orchestrated affairs that their muggle versions had become, and so Hermione had been able to get by with hiring from within the family.
Which meant that Apolline ended up running Hermione's campaign, with Abeli, Emma and Gabby rounding out her staff.
Hermione was quite relieved that there was no press and no outsiders here, since she'd been in this family long enough to know that any gathering was just an excuse for a debauched orgy of wild, reckless sex. There was no way she was going to invite some department heads or foreign dignitaries over just for them to have to witness Gabby deepthroating Harry's cock in the middle of the ballroom.
Which actually… wasn't what was going on right now.
Gabrielle was being held by Ginny, who had torn the girl's blouse open and was squeezing the blonde's large bust, spraying streams of fresh veela milk onto the punch bowl while Angelina poured a bottle of firewhisky onto her open mouth.
Yes, definitely the right choice not to invite anyone else over.
At least the MILFs still somewhat had their heads in the game. Her mother was listening intently to a wireless set while Apolline moved papers around on a particle board and Adelade scribbled numbers away on a piece of parchment.
All three women were oozing a familiar white substance from either one or both of their lower orifices, proof that they'd taken a few ‘breaks’ to enjoy the party.
Hermione's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the room. There really weren't that many of them. Molly had been put on babysitting duties and the Weasley men had been sent out by Harry to ‘do some legwork’ for her campaign, whatever that meant.
Which meant that it shouldn't be that hard at all to locate her best friend. And yet, as her eyes darted around the conference room (which she'd rented out for a week to serve as her campaign headquarters), she couldn't see hide nor hair of the Sex-Fiend-Who-Fucks.
She arched an eyebrow when she saw Fleur stumble into the picture. The quarter-veela had been very recently fucked, with cum leaking out of her pussy and a very fresh splatter of it covering from her exposed tits up to her chin.
But there was no smug looking Harry following behind her.
Fleur waddled funnily over to the refreshment table, where Ginny had finally finished pouring Gabby's breast milk onto the punch. Fleur leaned over the appetizers, specifically a tray of fresh cupcakes, and began shaking her body.
Her full, pendulous tits swayed from side to side as Harry's cum began to slowly drip off from her, falling in drips and drizzles, with some cupcakes getting only a droplet while others were well and truly iced over.
“Ooh, cupcakes are ready!” Abeli said, leaving her work to run over to the appetizers. She grabbed one of the more glazed over cupcakes and held it up to Fleur's tit, grabbing onto the veela's breast and squeezing just a few squirts of her milk onto her cupcake, just enough to just barely dilute the consistency of Harry's cum.
She then peeled the wrapping off the cumcake and shoved it into her mouth, moaning happily as she chewed, more of Harry's slime sliding down her throat with each swallow.
They had all gone a little cuckoo over the years. The Veela sisters had refused to stop breastfeeding. Dora was now five, and still nursed, and while that wasn't completely out of the ordinary, Hermione knew that the women planned to continue lactating indefinitely.
And all of them seemed to want to mix in Harry's cum with their food. Angelina and Ginny actually took it before their matches, making salads or sandwiches that they would then have Harry drizzle liberally with his seed.
It was all a little much for Hermione, who never lost grip of her propriety. It was all well and good that they were all having relations and getting pregnant by the same man, but she wasn't about to devolve into some sort of degenerate worship of her best friend. She was (potentially) about to become Minister for Magic. She was going to represent the interests of an entire nation's magical population, she couldn't allow herself to-
“Your turn, ‘Mione.”
Hermione yelped as a pair of lips brushed up against her earlobe, the masculine voice
That seemed to reverberate all the way through to her bones causing a shiver to run up her spine and heat begin to spread from where he'd spoken.
“Harry!” Hermione tried to turn around to glare at him and give him a stern reprimand for sneaking up on her, but Harry's strong arms were keeping her firmly in place.
“You're going to win, Hermione. You know what that means, right?”
Hermione gulped, hopelessly flailing her legs as Harry grabbed her under the knee and hoisted her legs up until her ankles were behind her ears.
Hermione's very respectable and prudent ministry standard black robe with the grey trim rode all the way down until her bare bum and pussy were fully exposed to the elements.
‘H-Harry! The election's still up in the air! You can't do this!” Hermione protested, her face flushing in embarrassment as she saw the other girls look at her with something akin to mirth in their eyes.
“I hope you're ready, because the moment they call that campaign over the wireless, you're getting a womb full of my seed.” Harry's teeth nibbled at her earlobe as he rubbed his cock against her lips. Hermione whimpered as his tool, slimy with Merlin knows how many other witches’ discharge, teased her labia.
“The called another district.” Emma exclaimed excitedly. “Eighty-twenty, in favour of our girl!”
Everyone cheered loudly. Hermione bit her lip as Harry's cockhead bumped up against her entrance. She was absolutely helpless. Her (potential) moment of triumph was approaching. She should be at her most dignified, most austere, and Harry was displaying her for all to see in a half-nelson.
The most humiliating part was just how hard her clit was beating and how much her pussy was throbbing.
Apolline was contemplating the board. “Zat means we ‘ave a ninety-five percent chance of winning. Next district should do it!”
“You must be so excited, ‘Ermione.” Fleur sent her an impish look as the other girls giggled.
“I-it's still not mathmatic-AHHHHH!”
Harry had chosen that moment to sink her down onto his cock. Hermione's mouth hung open as the others cheered.
No matter how many times she did it, taking Harry's cock never became easier. Her walls stretched like it was the first time, her breathing growing ragged as Harry's dirty cock quickly ran out of room and bumped into her cervix.
Before, there had always been a little bit of fear. Harry respected their choices, but what if he just went wild? What if he chose to creampie them and breed them despite their wishes?
He never had, but now, Hermione knew deep down that she was going to end the night with a belly full of cum, with Harry's fertile seed desecrating her womb.
It turned her on even more that all she could do was wail helplessly as Harry hoisted her up, bouncing her up and down on his shaft.
Emma's voice called out again, this time slightly less excited, “There's a delay in Gloucester, looks like they're doing a recount.”
“What? That could take hours!”
Harry never stopped rocking Hermione on his cock. The brunette tried to speak, wanting to tell him to get her off of him, that they needed to wait, but she found that she couldn't formulate anything more than a gurgle right now.
They were moving backwards now, and Hermione turned her head in confusion, only to see that Harry was backing up into a chair.
“GAAAH!” He plopped down onto his seat and Hermione screamed in pain as Harry's gigantic cockhead slammed against the entrance to her womb. She felt a jolt of pain in her lower stomach and a fleeting bout of nausea, and she worried that Harry had messed her internal organs up somehow.
Her pussy vibrated around him as Harry once more leaned into her ear. “However long it takes, I'm not pulling my cock out of your pussy until this election is settled.”
“N-No… p-p-please-” Hermione turned her head in an attempt to reason with Harry face-to-face. He took that as an opportunity to suck on her lower lip as he began to slowly rock her on his lap, gyrating his throbbing cock around in her quim.
…
Percy made sure his robes were nice and clean before glancing back to check on his brothers.
“William, you have a hole in your sleeve. Ronald, make sure to wipe your shoes properly on the carpet this time, we don't want a repeat of the Parkinsons.”
Everyone else was decent, or as decent as they'd look after having spent the past two hours going door to door.
Percy turned back to face the door, grabbing onto the giant brass knocker in the shape of a cockatrice and rapping it against the door twice.
A few moments passed where the Weasley men and Jean waited out in the bleeding cold. Then, the door cracked open and a very disgruntled looking man with grey hair opened the door, his wand pointed at Percy.
“Who the fuck are you? How did you get in through my wards?” He spat, his murderous eyes darting around the group.
“Evening, my good fellow. We are part of the Hermione Granger Campaign, and we are here to conduct a brief survey on how pleasant your voting experience was.”
“Granger? That mudblood? I want you all off my property, you fucking blood traitors!”
“B-But Lord Nott, the survey must be conducted.” Percy sputtered, holding up a clipboard with a very long form attached.
“Mimsy!”
A house elf popped in next to Lord Nott. “Yes, master Nott?”
“Release the skrewts!”
“Mimsy will be getting right to it, sir!”
The elf snapped her fingers as Nott slammed the door in Percy's face.
They began to hear the scuttling of feet and the snapping of claws almost immediately.
“What in Merlin's name are those things?” Charlie yelled in shock and awe.
An army of grotesque, giant, crab-like creatures were scuttling angrily towards them, snapping their claws and randomly exploding when they jostled against each other.
“Hagrid made those.” George said with a gulp. “I guess they took off as a home defense system.”
“Boys, I think now would be a perfect time to run.” Arthur said as they all snapped out of their reverie, going from observing the horrifying creatures to actively running away from them.
…
“P-Please…”
Hermione was drooling now, her mouth slack and her eyes unfocused. She'd spent an hour being fucked by Harry without a reprieve, riding her way through countless orgasms until they all just melted away into a messy haze.
Her head was suddenly jostled forward. She groaned in surprise until her face fell against something soft and plumb.
She had a pair of breasts against her face.
“You did it ‘Ermione! You won!”
Hermione couldn't make heads or tails of that statement. She was trying to figure out who's milky breasts she was resting her head against.
There was a nipple near her mouth, and Hermione opened it, softly suckling on the pink nub. Warm milk began to gently run down her throat, feeling like heavenly honey as it soothed her rattled form.
It was such a serene feeling.
There was a lot of commotion around her. She wasn't sure what was going on but she wished those people would just quiet down in the library before Madam Pince kicked them all out.
Her lower half felt something. She was almost numb, and yet her pussy felt warm.
While everyone congratulated Hermione on becoming Minister, Harry finally emptied his aching balls inside of her womb. And he was sure that he was slotting his seed directly into her womb, as his cockhead had broken through her cervix and was nestled comfortably inside her haven.
Harry erupted, blowing such a massive load that Hermione's stomach quickly began to bloat as her womb was forced to expand to house his seed.
The minister's head was lolled off to the side, her eyes barely open as she was impregnated by her best friend.
“I think it might be a while before she can do a speech.” Emma said with a worried look at her comatose daughter.
“Let's release a statement.” Adelade said. “Hermione can give a speech in the atrium first thing tomorrow.”
“Is zat agreeable to you, Minister?” Apolline questioned.
Hermione responded in a series of gurgles that could only be interpreted as a yes.
…
All the top sports journalists, not just in England or even Europe, but the entire world, were murmuring in anticipation.
This was quite an event, after all. It wasn't everyday that two of the greatest chasers in the history of the English game decided to host a press conference, jointly announcing that they were hanging up their boots.
Many pictures were taken of the empty podium, where there was a table, strategically placed bottles of Finnegan's Signature Sports Drink, as well as a backdrop full of many sponsor logos (though Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was suspiciously absent)
The journos waited patiently, though many were tapping their feet as the press conference had been set for a half-hour prior. Representatives from the Harpies and Tornados had had to run out and apologize for the delay.
Finally, the sounds of approaching footsteps could be heard. The journalists adjusted their sitting positions as they prepared to ask many of the burning questions that had swept the Quidditch world once the rumors began to circulate.
Whatever questions they had in mind were wiped completely as Angelina Weasley and Ginny Potter both walked out onto the podium, looking like they'd been swept up in a storm.
Ginny's hair was disheveled, Angelina's lip was bruised, her dress robe, gifted to her by one of her team's many sponsors, was torn at the leg and loose at the shoulders.
Both women were waddling gingerly over to their seats, and Ginny audibly hissed as she eased herself onto her chair.
“So, we're quitting. Any questions?”
…
The years had been kind to some, not so kind to others.
With a lack of drive to innovate and experiment, and without anyone to lean into for moral support, George let Weasley's Wizard Wheezes deteriorate until the shop was forced to close down. Bill had tried his hand at saving the shop by inventing his own prank items, but he was nowhere near as gifted as his brother had been. When his Entrail-Expelling gum failed to take off as well as he'd hoped, it was the final nail in the coffin for the shop. Thankfully, their magnanimous benefactor quickly found jobs for Bill and George.
They were now proud pencil pushers at Grunnings, where uncle Vernon was still a senior manager. Harry had intimidated his uncle into hiring them, ensuring the two wizards would be treated like absolute garbage each and every day by the short-tempered, spiteful walrus.
The Burrow finally collapsed under its own weight about a year after Ginny and Angelina fell pregnant. The home had been empty when it happened.
Now, Molly and Arthur lived full time in the MILF house, with Arthur being tasked with outside duties and sleeping out on the tool shed.
Right now, Arthur was on top of a ladder, trying to paint a stretch of wall. He was painting it eggshell white today, he'd decided.
Every day, Arthur would paint this wall, and every night, the wards of the home would strip off every single coat he'd applied. The next morning, Arthur would have to start over from scratch.
The ladder wobbled as Arthur anchored his hooked hand onto the mortar joints in a play to keep himself steady.
“Hey! Watch it down there!” The old man called as two little figures disappeared around a corner.
“I swear, those girls have no sense for safety!” Arthur sighed as he managed to steady himself enough to unhook from the wall.
Losing his left hand had been a blessing in disguise, really. His hook was practical, and it was a very nice conversation piece. And his son Ron positively adored it, saying he wanted one just like it when he got older.
Down below, Rose Weasley chased after her younger… sisters? Cousins?
Biologically, she knew they were all sisters (except for Dora), but through the elaborate and honestly ridiculous charade that her daddy seemed insistent on upholding, she knew they were ‘supposed’ to be cousins.
“Lily! Roxanne! You know you're not supposed to do that!” The brunette yelled after the two girls, who were only eight months younger, though the gap seemed much wider mentally in Rose's eye.
Rose caught a glimpse of herself on one of the windows on the side of the house.
Daddy always called her cute, but Rose tended to be a bit self-conscious about herself. When your older sisters included two part-veela, one strawberry-blonde and the other raven-haired, along with Dora who could make herself look like anything, it was hard not to be worried you didn't measure up.
Rose inspected her light brown hair, a mess of curls that only her sister Roxanne shared. She inspected her warm brown eyes from behind her square-rimmed glasses, and worst of all, the buck-teeth that stuck prominently out from her mouth.
She looked so much like a younger version of her mother, though she had her father's nose, cheekbones and other features.
That wasn't to say her mum hadn't been pretty, and her hair was at least styled in something other than a bushy mess like her mum's had been in all those pictures, but she just didn't understand why her parents wouldn't at least let her get her teeth shrunken down. Her mum had done it, why couldn't she?
Rose stopped as she came up on where Lily and Roxanne were trying to peek over a window.
Roxanne, being the tallest, was able to see by stepping on her tiptoes. Lily, on the other hand, was the shortest, and she couldn't see much even as she hopped up and down.
“Oh my god!” Roxanne gasped as she looked into the room.
“No fair!” Lily protested, giving up on her attempts to hop her way to a good view. “We should have pulled the ladder out from under the old man.”
“You guys aren't supposed to be doing that!” Rose hissed as she stomped the last few feet over to them.
“Yeah, yeah, you told us already, spoilsport.” Roxanne waved her off, unable to keep her eyes off of what she was seeing.
Lily's emerald eyes brightened as a grin spread over her freckled face. “I got it!” She ran off without a word, leaving Rose to glare at Roxanne, who was licking her lips as she watched.
“Don't act like you don't want to look, Rosie.”
“It doesn't matter if I want to or not, grandma Emma said we'll be punished!”
“So? If we get caught, daddy spanks our bare butts, how is that not a win-win?”
Rose's eyes widened and she flushed as she sent her sister a scandalized look.
“Hah, I'm way smarter than you, Roxy!”
Lily soared around the corner on their father's firebolt, riding the broom much more confidently than a girl her age had any right to.
Roxy looked genuinely impressed by her sister's quick thinking, though it only lasted her a moment before her face was back to being glued to the window.
“Wow!” Lily gaped along with her darker-skinned sister.
Rose pouted, stomping her feet in a futile attempt to draw the other girls’ attention.
“There's room for one more, Rose.” Lily scooted over until she was near the tail of her broom, leaving more than enough room for Rose to hop on.
Rose growled in frustration as she marched over. “Fine! But only because I can keep a better eye on you two!”
None of the three girls believed that. Lily quietly floated her broom down so Rose could take a seat, then lifted it up until they were all able to get a good look at what was in front of them.
…
On the opposite end of the house, two other girls had locked themselves up in a room.
“Oh my gosh, Vicky! She really did it!”
Jamie was gawking at the little mirror that Victoire held In a death-grip, unwilling to relinquish it for any reason.
“Duh! Dora's cool like that, Jamie. If she says she's gonna do something, she does it.”
Jamie was mesmerized by what she was seeing, “So she's really gonna go for it?”
Victoire rolled her eyes.
She'd managed to sneak into the room without any of the younger girls being any the wiser, but Jamie always stuck to her and Dora, and she'd not been able to shake her off.
Jamie was stuck at an awkward spot. She was two years younger than Victoire and a year and a half older than Rose. She wanted to be a part of the ‘cooler’ older girls, but Victoire and Theodora saw her as a bit of an annoyance sometimes.
Still, Victoire knew better than to tell her sister to scram, since Jamie would just go crying to one of the grandmas.
At least she was being quiet. She was in complete awe, just as Victoire was. Dora had placed the other communications mirror on the nightstand of the room where their daddy was currently snoring away.
…
Dora adjusted the mirror on the nightstand, making sure the entire bed was in frame. She jumped in front of the mirror, sticking her tongue out as she shot her sister's double peace signs.
“And now, ladies, it's time for Theodora's great triumph.” The metamorph whispered, careful not to wake up her father just yet.
Harry was on his back, wrapped in the sheets as he snored deeply. This was a rare occasion where none of her mothers, aunts or grandmas were sharing his bed, and she was going to take full advantage of it.
Dora did a little wiggle, giving Jamie and Victoire a show as she wriggled out of her boy shorts and let them drop to the floor.
Dora was ten, and she'd decided enough was enough. She was going to take matters into her own hands.
She tugged her faded pink shirt over her head and tossed it aside, leaving herself fully in the nude.
She was a metamorphmagus, meaning she could shift her body into whatever form she wanted.
When she was older.
Right now, she was still grappling with her powers. Her hair was super easy, she'd gotten really good at her nose and mouth (she'd done some fish-lips the other day that had left auntie Fleur tickled pink), but her body was still quite difficult. Changing things even slightly left her off balance, and it was always a struggle to get herself back to where she'd been before.
And so, she didn't change anything about her lithe, slim little body with her bee-stings for breasts and her perky little bum.
She kept her hair as it always was, or at least as it had been since a few months ago when she'd first seen that awesome animated movie with that badass cyborg lady.
Even at her young age, Dora had always gravitated towards non-conformist looks. And so, right now her dark purple hair was cut into a tight bob, with two thick strands falling down either side of her face and resting on her shoulder blades that were a vibrant, neon green.
She grinned impishly as she lifted the bedsheets, taking in a deep inhale as her father's powerful, manly musk entered her nose and filled her lungs.
Unknown to her, she was also giving a show to her three younger siblings who were peeking in through the window.
Dora crawled under the sheets, entering a world that was all at once dark, pungent and exhilarating.
Dora reached out and found her father's thigh, and then she quickly scurried her way over until she was nestled right in between his legs.
She wished she could pull the sheets fully back, both to give her sisters a proper show and to feast her own eyes on daddy's glorious cock.
But she needed to be patient. After all, he couldn't wake up before she got fully situated.
Theodora felt thrills of excitement and nerves course through her as she began to kiss her way up Harry's thigh, making sure to be as light as possible as she rested both hands on his inner thigh and crotch.
She kept on kissing, urging her lips to be as plump and soft as she could make them. As she drew closer to her target, her tongue would snake out, stealing little tastes of her father's slightly salty skin.
Finally, she could tell that her face was that much nearer to her hands, and she jumped over from his thigh to one of his tangerine sized testicles.
Dora licked tentatively at first, before she shuddered in pleasure and let her tongue dance all around Harry's massive cum-tanks.
Her right hand reflexively came down and grasped his cock, and her hand burned as she felt its perfect heat, its wonderful presence imprinting itself upon her flesh.
This tool that had dominated so many women, made them all his bitches. And Dora was about to join their ranks.
She stroked him, and his semi-flaccid cock quickly flagged up until it created a large tent on the bed.
She swore she heard gasps from the nightstand, she silently cursed her sisters for not keeping their composure.
Not that she was any better. She was sucking daddy's ballsack into her mouth, trying and failing to take it down her throat.
She was nowhere near skilled enough to try and make her throat wider to accommodate him, so she just took him in her mouth, massaging his sensitive nuts with her plump, pouty little lips.
She had another problem with her hands. They were way too small! His shaft had now hardened to a point where she could barely keep a grip on half his length, much less try and encircle it.
Dora cursed, vowing to work harder on her morphing so she wouldn't have these issues, so she could be daddy's perfect little cocksleeve, his favorite.
She felt something wet drip down onto her fingers. It was very slick, though also sticky to the touch.
This was daddy's stuff, or at least, the stuff before the real heavy stuff.
Dora used it to her advantage, letting the slickness coat her palm as she rubbed her open hand up and down his meaty shaft
Just as she let his sack plop out of her mouth and she began to scrape her tongue up through his sack and onto his shaft, she felt him stir.
Theodora was undeterred, and just as Harry began to shift around, her tongue began to run up his shaft, and a little droplet of daddy's stuff came rolling down and met her halfway.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as it hit her. It was a wonderfully salty, bitter taste that turned the fire coursing through her into a blazing inferno.
Her daddy moaned, his hands reaching under the sheets to grip the top of her head. He forcefully pushed her face against his cock, bending her nose onto the meaty rod as she kept her tongue out, letting it collect as much of delicious juices as she could manage.
“Fuck! Who's under there?” Harry asked as his grip loosened, his hand groping around and feeling her face.
Maybe Dora should have tried to change her face? Maybe to look like mama Gabby? And keep the charade going for just a little while longer. But she really couldn't be bothered. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she anticipated the moment her father would toss the sheets aside and discover exactly who was lathering his cock up with her tongue.
Harry gently tugged at one of her long strands, and Dora knew the jig was up.
“Dora?”
Harry tossed the sheet aside, leaving his beautiful cock fully exposed for her (and her sisters) to appreciate.
Dora clearly heard the gasps, and she swore there were more than just two, but Daddy must not have, because he never took his eyes off of her.
“Theodora, what are you doing?” He asked, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as her face was still pressed up against his cock, and he wasn't exactly pulling her away from it.
Dora pulled back the slightest bit, enough to smirk at her daddy with confidence that she most certainly did not have.
“What does it look like, daddy?”
“Dora, yo're-”
“I'm a big girl.” She insisted, raising her head until her chin was level with his crown. “Big enough to make this hard, big enough to drink your stuff.”
Harry should have come up with some sort of argument, he really should have. But he'd broken the taboo on incest ages ago, and he'd fucked Gabby at twelve. If a sin is a sin, what was a few years taken off the ticker?
And deep down, a part of Harry knew this was the only outcome, the outcome he'd been subconsciously working toward, even if he’d never wanted to voice it out loud.
Dora, the cheeky little brat, eliminated any chance of Harry backing out by bravely opening her mouth as wide as it would go and sucking Harry's cockhead in.
Six pairs of horny eyes looked in in pure amazement as Theodora sucked her daddy's cock. She could just barely manage to fit his head into her mouth, and so she did the best with what she had, bobbing her head enthusiastically as she slobbered all over his crown.
Harry threw his head back, gripping the life out of his sheets as his oldest gave him one of the most amazing blowjobs of his life. Just the sight of the little pixie, with her unusual haircut and bombastic choice of hair color, jostling with a cock was far too big for her was enough to make Harry's cock twitch, shooting a small stream of slightly more concentrated pre-cum directly down Dora's throat.
Dora's body tensed as she squeezed daddy's shaft with both hands, still unable to encircle it but able to keep it steady as she swallowed the biggest stream yet. It burned its way down her throat, almost like hot cocoa felt on a cold winter eve. She continued to run her hands up and down his shaft as she licked along the little slit where the salty milk was coming out, cleaning it of as much stuff as she could manage.
Out by the window and across the enchanted mirror, five girls felt a powerful tingle that threatened to overwhelm them.
Dora felt her daddy's hand grip her by the head and tug it back, pulling her away from her delicious meal.
“Daddy!” She whined, sending him her best doe eyes (and even changing them from blue to emerald green), thinking he waw about to tell her they were done.
But she was all wrong. Her daddy's eyes were burning in a way that she'd never seen before, in a way that made her shudder in both fear and anticipation.
“You said you're big enough, Dora. Is that right?”
His voice was deep and terrifying, and Dora gulped as she nodded weakly.
“Let's put that to the test, shall we?”
He didn't give her time to answer this time. He tossed her onto the other side of the bed, her hips falling right onto a big, fluffy pillow that slightly elevated her lower body.
Dora squeaked as Harry pounced on her, landing flush between her legs in a single motion, his cock slapping hard down onto her clit.
“Ayyyyiiee!” Dora shrieked as her bundle of nerves sent a shockwave of pleasure running up her entire body.
“Tel me, Theodora, how long have you been planning this little caper?”
He rubbed his head all around her tiny entrance, making her quiver, especially when it pressed up against her sensitive nub.
“A-A few weeks.” She admitted, squirming as her father pressed himself just slightly deeper into her, enough for him to rub his cock along the outside edge of her inner lips.
“And how long have you wanted to?”
Dora blanched, her mouth snapping shut as she had no idea how to answer that question. She didn't want her father to think her a freak, she couldn-
Dora screamed, it was all she could do as she was driven insane by pleasure as Harry pushed in, his head wedging itself inside of her of her impossibly tight, virgin sex.
Harry gyrated his hip, letting his head twist her into knots as his hands went down to grip her by the face.
His thumbs pulled her half-lidded eyes wide open, and Dora stared up at her handsome daddy, who looked like an absolute god as he hovered over her.
“This is the moment of truth, Dora. Let's see what your little cunny's made of.”
Dora arched her back, both to allow him easier access and to brace herself against the impact that was fast approaching.
Harry stopped rolling his hips, his cock aimed into her at an odd angle.
Dora wondered when he'd straighten it out, surely he wasn't going to break her in two with his cock at a weird angle.
Harry swiftly thrust forward, and his cock absolutely drilled itself into her tiny cunny, mercilessly digging it's way in as Theodora's pussy gripped him for all it was worth
“F-F-Fuuuuck!” Dora cursed at the top of her lungs
There were no silencing wards in the room. Surely the old man or the cow had heard her. Her sisters too.
She didn't care. Her daddy kept her head in place, and she gazed up at him lovingly as he began to mercilessly pound her little pussy into next week.
Her hands on his back were useless, spasming with every thrust as her legs flailed around. Harry ignored it, letting her involuntary kicks land on his chest and stomach as he beat her little cunny up.
Dora seized up, her body unable to take so much stimulus as the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt overwhelmed her within moments. Her cunny had exploded, and the explosion had radiated throughout her entire body in a massive wave of destruction that left her limbs feeling like jelly.
And still Harry continued, keeping his cock at an angle and creating a grotesque bulge pop out of Dora's lower stomach. Throughout all of it, he kept her face firmly in place, gazing down at his beautiful, rebellious little metamorph as her eyes welled up with tears and her face turned crimson.
He glanced over to his left, first at a mirror, where he could hear two soft gasps coming out over the fogged glass.
And then he looked to the window, where he met two pairs of green eyes and one pair of brown.
He sent the frozen girls a nod that caused them to hastily scramble out of frame.
Dora heard her father chuckle, and she wasn't sure why. All she knew was that his cock was throbbing and she felt it suddenly bloat to an even more ridiculous size inside of her.
Harry kept Dora in place as he bloated her with his seed, her little stomach bulging to comical proportions as he filled her up for the first, but most certainly not the last, time in her life.
Once he was spent, Harry pulled out. He waved his hand and replaced the sheets over himself and the now deeply snoozing Dora. He didn't bother to pull his cock out of her tight pussy. Even as her mouth hung open and she snored away, Dora's entire body shuddered every time Harry's still not softening cock twitched inside of her ruined pussy.
He didn't bother to do anything about the mirror. It was evident to him that his girls had needs, much like their mothers, and as the regent of the Weasley family, it was his duty to ensure they were all kept nice and satisfied.
…
When Harry made eye contact with them, the three girls broke into a dead sprint, trying their best to ignore the way their thighs were rubbing up against a massive wet spot between their legs.
Lily and Roxanne managed to side-step the ladder in time, but Rose's shoulder bumped into it. The girl spun out but managed to keep her balance, falling back into her run as she barely even registered the loud scream as an old man rapidly approached the ground.
