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Incubus of Hogwarts ch 7
🕑 Added 2023-12-24 14:31:05 +0000 UTCThe day of the third task was fast approaching, also known as the day of Harry's completion.
They had all deduced that whatever Voldemort was planning, he would do it during the task. After Harry and Fleur were shown the maze and learned that the triwizard cup would be at its center, it was fairly easy to piece together that fake Moody would turn the cup into a portkey to bring Harry to the dark lord. It also followed that Voldemort would use Harry in some sort of ritual to regain his body.
After some research, Daphne and Hermy were able to pinpoint the exact ritual Voldemort would be using, and Harry had the two of them and his mum work on some adjustments. He had initially meant to kill Voldemort during his own ritual, but he came up with an even better idea. There was enough room for two rituals on his ascension day.
Narcissa had been deftly undermining the ministry, helped along with the great blackmail material Nymphadora was providing her. She had the inside channel to Fudge's administration, and the man was such a weakling that it would be child's play to make him capitulate once Harry was complete.
There had been a little scare. One piece on the chess board that Harry had thought dealt with made a move the day before the third task.
Harry and Lavender were leaving charms and heading down to lunch. Harry was agonizing over whether he should have a threesome with Lavender And Fleur, fuck Daphne and Astoria out in the shrieking shack or maybe make it a Susan and Lavender threesome in the kitchens? Ever since Dumbledore had left Harry had thrown caution to the wind.
His thoughts were interrupted when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Harry looked over to see it was some younger Hufflepuff boy. The boy held out a note "McGonagall told me to give you this Harry." he said nervously.
Harry grabbed the paper from him and nodded him off. It was in McGonagall's handwriting, asking him to meet her in the headmaster's office.
Looking back, he should have been more cautious, but he was riding high. He thought he'd already won. He shrugged and told Lavender he'd catch up with her later.
Walking towards the gargoyle statue, he passed by a second year Gryffindor girl who was staring at him unabashedly. Harry raised an eyebrow as he stared back, and the little bitch winked at him! She had black curly hair down to her shoulders and dark, seductive brown eyes with thick eyebrows. She looked to have a tight little body under those Hogwarts robes as well.
Harry turned back around and decided to file her away for later. Right now he had to see what exactly McGonagall wanted. He reached the gargoyle and it sprang aside without him having to give the password. Shrugging again he simply walked up the circular staircase and reached the headmaster's office. The door was already cracked open so he simply walked in and…
Came face to face with Albus Dumbledore. The headmaster was leaning back on his chair, his leg cast laid out on top of the desk as the old man casually pointed his wand at Harry. He looked disheveled and unkempt. He was sporting a hospital gown instead of his usual flowing robes. He looked completely the part of an escaped mental lunatic. But his eyes told Harry another story, Dumbledore's eyes were lucid and focused, and they had the young incubus rooted to the spot.
"Come on in Harry, have a seat." he said calmly.
"Head…Prof…" Harry sputtered as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He wanted to teleport away right now. But he needed to be cautious. The headmaster could have all types of traps set up for him. The castle itself was ultimately under Dumbledore's control, he was in enemy territory.
"Lets cut the bullshit Harry. Now sit." he made a gesture and a chair pushed behind Harry and forced him down onto the seat. Harry grit his teeth at the show of disrespect but stayed put. None of Fleur, Daphne or Lavender could get here fast enough. The only one he could summon instantly was Hermy. Maybe if he had her teleport Dumbledore away?
"When I was just a little bit younger than you, Harry, I woke up one morning and decided to plan out my day…" Dumbledore had grabbed a lemon drop and was staring off into space as he sucked on it. Harry stared fixedly at the old man's wand hand, pointed firmly at him.
"Mind you my boy, I'm not saying I simply made a list of tasks and then completed them. No no I was far more ambitious, I decided to plan out the rest of my day down to the minute, to the second. To control every aspect of the next sixteen hours."
He stroked his long beard "I was successful, easily. Because I was different, better. I've always been."
"That day sparked my passion for planning, for control. As I grew older, my designs became grander, I began to include others. I became the director of a play, the entire world was my stage and the people around me unwitting actors, perfectly playing out the parts I had set out for them."
Now Dumbledore turned to look squarely at Harry "As I entered the third act of my life, I decided to create my magnum opus. It began in 1938 with a young man named Tom Riddle, and it was to come full circle sixty years later with another young man destroying the greatest evil the world had ever seen." He sighed "I was humble, I cast myself in a supporting role. I even decided that I'd exit stage left just before the climax."
Harry was staring now in shock as Dumbledore continued with his screed.
"The cracks began appearing when you were born. I knew there was something off, but I had already chosen you years before and I would not deviate. Then your mother survived that night when she shouldn't have, yet I deluded myself for another decade thinking it could be salvaged…"
"But now there is no way for your little production to be back on its path, it's too late, too much has happened." Harry was bolstered now. He realized that Dumbledore was no threat, not anymore. He was simply a dying animal flailing in his last moments.
The two men stared at each other for an eternal moment. A mental battle of wills between the old world that was dying and the new one about to burst fully formed from its corpse.
"I'm not delusional Harry, I know we're past the point of being able to stop what's coming. But Im still powerful enough to be a thorn on your side, and I know you'd rather spend your time indulging in the flesh over fighting an old man."
It was now Harry's turn to sigh "What do you want?"
"I want to keep Hogwarts. I want it to become an all boys school, and I want free reign over it." Harry balked in disgust at the headmasters demand "If the world is to be plunged into darkness and depravity, I want to enjoy it."
Not wanting to think too hard about why Dumbledore wanted an all boys school, Harry thought about the demand critically. It would be a pain to fight Dumbledore, but it wasn't impossible now, and would become much easier after tomorrow.
"That would be very dangerous for me, wouldn't it? What's stopping you from coming up with another one of your schemes to overthrow me?"
Dumbledore chuckled "You don't get it Harry." the headmaster brought his left hand out from behind his desk.
The hand was decrepit, blackened and dessicated. It looked like it belonged to a long mummified corpse. Harry flinched upon seeing it and looked up at Dumbledore questioningly.
"Harry, I knew the exact date of my death thirty years ago. I've been dosing myself with microscopic amounts of a specific poison since before you were born. Two years and three days from now, I will be dead."
"Why would you do that?" Harry asked incredulously.
Dumbledore shook his head "It's called method acting Harry. True commitment to the role."
…
The day was upon them. Everyone knew their part by heart at this point, or in Lavender's case her part was to follow along with what everyone else told her to do. Either way, it was all set in motion.
The afternoon before the task, Harry and Fleur were summoned to the same antechamber they had gone to after being selected champions. There they were greeted by Appoline, Gabrielle and Lily.
Lily immediately engulfed her son in a tight hug. Harry felt his mum's sexy milf body for the first time in almost a year and immediately got hard. He would never again go this long without feeling her against him.
Lily pulled back and punched him hard on the shoulder "Don't you ever neglect your mother like that again young man!" Stepping back close to him she whispered in his ear "Remember you promised mommy some babies." Harry growled lowly at this and squeezed his mum tighter. Just a few more hours, and he'd be able to fuck her in front of all these peasants with not a worry in the world.
Appoline was standing behind Lily in silent awe. She was meeting god, and god had use for her. He had an important task for her tonight, and she would not fail him.
Harry looked over Lily's shoulder and licked his lips upon seeing Appoline. She looked strikingly like Narcissa, actually. Which was a credit to Narcissa. Her features were softer than Narcissa's, her hair was cut into a shoulder length bob.
"Mrs, Delacour." Harry greeted, causing her eyes to light up even more in adoration. Harry moved Lily over to his left side and opened up his right arm for Appoline to crash into him for a very needy hug. Every second of contact with him was heaven to the older Veela.
Harry turned with his arms around both women and began walking out the chamber, ignoring the glazed eye looks from Cedric, Krum and their fathers.
Harry walked the halls with a MILF in each arm, one redhead and one blond, as well as two gorgeous veela girls trailing behind. He made a show of showing Appoline the castle, though really he was just barely holding himself in as they reached the room of requirement.
"Tell me Appoline, are you aware of your part in today? Are you ok with it?" Harry decided to ask, wanting that uncomfortable business out of the way.
Appoline beamed at him "Of course I do, mon dieu. It is ze greatest honor in the world that you would select me. I have already left my husband's corpse in ze manor, my life is forfeit to you my lord."
Harry grinned. The fanatical dedication these veela showed… and to think he would have an entire race of them for him to fuck!
They reached the room of requirement and the five of them quickly entered. It was a replica of the rooms at the Leaky Cauldron.
Once the door closed Harry needed only a split second to think. As absolutely enticing as Appoline was, he had really really missed his mother. With a thought he vanished all of their clothes and brought his hand down to Appoline's clit. He sent her a powerful jolt of magic and the woman screamed out and collapsed in on herself as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life. He then turned to Lily, who had already launched herself at him. Their lips collided in a desperate kiss as their hands roamed each other's bodies.
Meanwhile Fleur and Gabrielle collected their semi-comatose mother who was twitching on the floor, a flood of juices dripping from her pussy. Gabrielle knelt down and began lapping up her mother's cum from the floor leading her closer and closer to the source until she began licking Appoline's cunt in earnest. Fleur for her part stood over her mother and presented her perfect little quim to her. The older veela looked up at her daughter in adoration and deference, the girl was no longer her daughter but her goddess. She swiped her tongue up Fleur's crotch before swirling it around her clit.
Harry was fucking Lily into the ground. He was back to sucking on her large titties. He was holding her hands above her head as Lily's red hair was spread in a halo around her. There was nothing quite like the pussy that had birthed him, the first pussy he had ever fucked. He felt Lily convulse around him in orgasm and he let himself go, wanting to share their climaxes. Lily dug her nails into the back of his hands and hissed as Harry shot massive ropes of cum deep into her womb. His cock pulsed as he gripped her as hard as he could, willing his baby batter to impregnate her.
They lay there together, mother and son reunited as his seed burst into her womb. Harry wasn't done though, and he began moving his hips again. He rolled them over so that Lily was on top now, and his mum buried her face in his neck and began sucking at it, wanting to mark her son as her own.
Harry gave her slow and powerful strokes as his semi-hard cock, slick with their combined juices, stretched her cunt out to its limits.
"I love you mum! You're going to pop out your own granddaughters after I'm done with you." Harry gritted as Lily continued attacking his neck. His now fully hard rod was torture on her cunt as her pussy throbbed with every deliberate, powerfull thrust of his fuckmeat.
Lily gasped out "Only if we can fuck them together honey. I want to be there when you pop all their cherries."
Harry couldn't help it, shooting a blast of cum into her pussy. He controlled himself to stay hard, to contain the flood of cum that wanted to escape his balls. Lily for her part trembled as she felt more of her son's hot seed filled her up. Her quivering was taken to another level when a skilled tongue dove into her asshole and began licking at it hungrily.
Harry raised his head to see that Appoline was face deep in his mother's asshole, worshipping the redhead's anus and driving his mother to new heights of ecstasy.
He wasn't able to marvel at this view for long though. Suddenly his face was covered by a hot, musky cunt that was leaking juices into his mouth. He didn't hesitate to dart his tongue out and begin licking Fleur's delicate folds. The veela goddess was facing away from the other women and so Lily pushed her down and used her fingers to spread her asshole as wide as she could. Then she dove into her anus, sucking and tonguing her desperately.
With his cock resting inside his mother and Fleur riding his face. He wondered for a second what Gabrielle was doing. Perhaps she was behind her mother? His doubts were answered when he felt a small mouth capture one of his balls and begin sucking on it, moving her tongue around frantically.
He felt a hand pull his cock out of Lily and he almost wanted to protest. Then his meat was engulfed by a brand new cunt.
Harry couldn't see, but through tact he could figure that Appoline had turned around and was now riding him reverse cowgirl. The mature Veela's pussy was exquisite, and it seemed that serving her god was driving the woman crazy as her pussy convulsed in orgasm almost immediately after Harry penetrated her. Still she continued riding him as this orgy of flesh continued on. Gabrielle was licking everything in sight; his balls, his shaft, her mother's clit and cunt. Lily was now fully focused on Fleur's anus and was grinding her pussy against Harry's abdomen, who was lapping up Fleur's juices as the blonde came buckets from the stimulation.
Their little symphony trudged on for a few more minutes until they all reached their crescendo at once. Gabrielle was frantically fingering her cunt and she came violently as Appoline rode out a final earth-shattering orgasm around Harry's cock, who finally couldn't contain himself and blasted the veela's womb with torrents of cum. Lily, feeling all the vibrations around her, shuddered in her own orgasm as she brought herself to completion on Harry's torso. Fleur completed the chain as she became the outlet of all their combined orgasms, screaming out shrilly as she flooded Harry's face with her girlcum.
And to think, the day had barely begun.
…
"AND WELCOME TO THE THIRD AND FINAL TASK! THE RACE FOR THE CUP IS ON!"
Harry and Fleur were relaxed as the four competitors stood outside the maze. Waiting for the starting gun. Cedric was tense, but Krum simply had a glassy look on his face as Harry saw fake Moody in the distance with his wand out.
Harry took one last glance at the stands, where his girls were cheering him on. Well, Daphne was in the forbidden forest in he basilisk form, killing the centaurs (she'd said she needed to blow off steam before the big night), but everyone else was there and clapping for him.
The starting gun sounded and the four champions ran into the maze.
Harry walked for about thirty seconds inside the tall hedges before popping away towards Fleur. He grabbed her hand and teleported them directly to the center of the maze.
The triwizard cup was on its pedestal, glowing an ethereal blue light that bathed the greenery surrounding it.
Harry pulled a pendant from his pocket and tapped it. His own portkey transported everyone instantly to the maze. Narcissa, Tonks and Hermy had been standing by in Potter manor and now joined the rest of Harry's girls.
"This is our moment. The moment we plunge this world into eternal darkness." Daphne smiled greedily at the thought.
"And look sexy as hell doing it!" Lavender exclaimed, earning a laugh from everyone else and a grumble from the slytherin.
With a nod from Harry, all eleven of them reached out and touched the triwizard cup. They felt a pull as they were instantly whisked away from the maze.
Out in the stands, the schools had no idea that the cup had already been reached. They were staring at the high hedges, unable to see anything and wondering why exactly they had all gathered here to watch this.
One person who was occupied was Barty Crouch Jr.
The fake Moody was fully concentrated, gripping his wand under his coat as he directed Krum around the maze, trying to find Diggory and Delacour. The man who had been yelling constant vigilance for the past school year was fully distracted by his task.
The crowd were sitting in wooden stands, and right under Moody, the Weasley twins were quietly fishing out his flask from his coat pocket. Fred and George were holding back their giggles as they pulled out a purple vial.
Harry had dared them to prank Moody by changing his hair color during the task. Always up for a challenge, the twins were surprised it had been this easy to nick the hyper-cautious professor's flask. Fred quickly poured the contents of the vial in the flask and sloshed it around before putting it back inside his coat pocket.
Moody felt the weight of his flask as the twins dropped it back in. He suddenly jolted back to reality and began feeling his coat as the twins scurried away under the stands, another successful prank under their belts.
Crouch finally located his flask and decided he might as well take a swig while he was at it, his mind focusing back on controlling Krum through the maze. He couldn't bloody find anyone.
The liquid the twins had dropped in would have turned his hair a rainbow color. But what the twins didn't know was that this harmless little potion had a very volatile reaction when in the presence of large amounts of polyjuice.
Moody took a swig and not a second passed before his body exploded. Screams rang out in the stands as gore covered those around the professor, bits and pieces of flesh and bone splattered all over the crowd.
…
At the graveyard in Little Hangleton, Wormtail had just received the signal from the recently deceased death eater. The rat animagus walked over to where his master was cradled, next to the cauldron that Wormtail had been tending to for the past hour.
"Crouch says the task just started master, it shouldn't be more than an hour or so."
Voldemort was about to answer his servant when a sudden wind picked up. Knowing what this meant, Wormtail picked Voldemort up off the cradle and turned to the landing site, where in a flash of light, eleven people appeared
There was an eternal moment of silence as Harry and his girls stared across the graveyard at Wormtail and the dark lord in his arms.
"KILL THEM WORMTAIL, SPARE ONLY THE BOY!"
Wormtail did not follow orders this time. Instead Voldemort was unceremoniously dropped on the floor as Peter turned tail and transformed into a rat.
On the other side, Daphne turned into a black mamba and sped off toward the scurrying rat. Wormail had almost made it to a thicket of bushes when large fangs sank into his flesh. The rat's dying screech carried farther than you would think as the snake thrashed his body around before throwing it into the dirt. Daphne then turned back into her human form, a satisfied smile on her face.
"I love those little quickies." she said as she licked her lips.
Baby-mort was suddenly encircled by the group. Harry loomed over his great enemy, a shadow of his former self.
"Enjoy this victory, Potter. But Lord Voldemort cannot be killed by the likes of you. I will return, and when I do my vengeance will be swift and cruel." this whole speech would have sounded a lot more menacing if Harry couldn't just stomp him out like a burning shrub.
"Who said I was going to kill you Tom?" Harry chuckled. He nodded and the girls began moving. With a wave of her wand, Narcissa dug a trench under the bubbling cauldron, sinking it into the ground.
"What do you think you're doing boy?" Voldemort hissed.
"That potion you have bubbling is perfect for a ritual, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste." Astoria handed Harry a long femur bone "Bone of the father right?" He chucked the bone into the green potion that began simmering and turned a deep red color.
"I hope you don't mind though, Tommy. I'm going to put my own spin on this." Harry approached the cauldron as Susan cautiously held up a dagger. She cut a slit down the side of Harry's arm and he began bleeding into the cauldron, "Blood of the master, generously gifted."
The potion began to swirl into a vortex once Harry's blood flowed in.
Meanwhile, Appoline was hugging her daughters, tears of joy streaming down their faces.
"Serve master well, I will be watching over you. Fleur, Gabrielle, continue to make maman proud!"
The two girls nodded and the older veela gave them one final squeeze before turning around. She walked up to her master and gave him a searing kiss.
"Thank you master, thank you so much for choosing me." she beamed at him and Harry smiled down at her.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Voldemort yelled, confusion and fear seeping into his voice as he tried to make sense of all this.
Appoline stripped off her clothing and knelt down to grab him. Voldemort began hissing and yelling in what became indistinguishable from the cries of a baby. Appoline didn't recoil at holding the grotesque homunculus. She simply began marching forward towards the cauldron.
"Its very simple Tom!" Harry's voice rang out over Voldemort's babbling "You've played the master, now it is time for you to serve your betters."
Appoline was now at the edge of the bubbling cauldron as Voldemort tried to sink his nails and teeth into her, anything to stop the veela. But nothing would stop her. Appoline didn't break stride as she stepped into the boiling liquid. She cradled Voldemort in her arms as they both sank in. The hissing of the potion reached a fever pitch. Steam burst forth all around, a mist forming over the entire graveyard as they all stood back and observed.
Harry felt a burning on his scar, but instead of being painful it was a pleasurable thrum. Whatever Voldemort had left inside of Harry all those years ago began to dissipate into him, allowing Harry's magic and soul to absorb it.
A green light began to glow in the fog. The graveyard was bathed in an otherworldly pulsing green fog.
Just as soon as it had started, a powerful gust of wind blew the fog away. The green light receded until it covered only the figure that stood in the center of it all.
More than any of Harry's creations, this one exuded power. It was almost as if her magic was coming off her like heat waves, thickening the air around her. She took a step forward and not another living thing dared move.
She raised a finger and in an instant five inky black masses came rushing in from all directions, crashing into her body and being absorbed inside her. The remaining pieces of her soul. Before she had been a fool, splitting her soul had made her weak, now she was as complete as she could be.
Harry began walking towards her. He had no idea if dark veela were a thing, but he'd definitely created one right now.
She had a dark green aura surrounding her. Her long, curly pitch black hair had green highlights running through it and was lush and deep. Her ends curled outwards, looking almost like tentacles in the darkness. Her skin was deathly pale, like that of a vampire. Her large breasts lay naturally against her tall, curvy frame.
They met in the middle, and as Harry stood in front of his new servant, she knelt down in reverence to her master.
"I am here to serve your every command, master." she said in a sultry voice.
Harry lifted her chin up to gaze into her eyes, one a blazing blue and the other a eerie yellowish-green.
"Tamara Riddle." Harry smiled down as she nodded in acceptance of the name. He grabbed her hand and she stood up. Touching her, Harry could feel the barely restrained magical force she commanded. There was no doubt she was the most powerful being on this earth.
She'd only be holding that title for a few more minutes.
Harry whipped his head around to the rest of his girls who still stood shell shocked around them. With a nod they all began to move once again.
Daphne turned into her snakewoman form. Lavender dispelled her glamour charm and her flowing white hair and blue skin were revealed to the world. Everyone undressed.
They worked in silent determination. Hermy was helping Lily and Narcissa in drawing the runic circles while everyone else stood on their marks. In just a few minutes, the graveyard was ready for one final ritual.
Tamara had moved away to her spot a few yards away and Harry now stood alone in the center. A large spiral galaxy of runes had been drawn all over the black dirt. All of his girls stood in staggered circles, planets orbiting their sun.
Or stars orbiting a black hole.
Hermy levitated a large wooden cross and planted it in front of Harry. She handed him a gold-tipped spear and popped away to stand on her spot.
"L-l-lily… what…"
Lily levitated the moribund Severus Snape over to her son. She asked to meet with him to 'reconcile' and then gave the git a spiked drink. He had spent all day transfigured into the sole of her shoe, and now it was time for him to play his part. The virgin sacrifice.
"P-P-Potter… you." the man tried gumbling at his most hated student. But he was barely conscious as he was forced up against the cross.
A low rumbling began to be felt in the ground under them as Harry stared up at the greasy haired man. He wasn't really looking at Snape, he was staring past him. He was gazing into the future.
Harry held his hand out, palms facing upward. He opened his hand to reveal three golden nails, each beautifully embroidered with runes. Harry held the nails up to his face and softly blew.
The nails shot off as if out of a cannon. Snape rasped out a yell of agony as he was impaled by a nail in each wrist and the other nailed both his feet to the cross.
Blood began to leak from the man. Not just from his wounds but from his face. A crown of cuts crisscrossed Snape's forehead.
Harry held the spear firmly and sank it into Snape's side.
Miles away, trees shook and houses trembled. Many people glanced out their windows in terrified awe as they witnessed a large explosion. A blinding white light followed by a shock wave and a fireball. It was like a nuclear bomb had gone off.
If only that was all it was.
…
The village of Little Hangleton was no more. Where once there had stood the old Riddle mansion and a collection of cottages, there was now a giant crater, many miles wide. In the center of it all stood the god of the new world.
With a thought Harry conjured up an ornate mirror. He was taller now, six foot four by his estimation. When before he had had a wiry, athletic frame, he was now built like a rugby player. He had a thick, muscular upper body and neck, with tree trunks legs. His thick cock, now reaching cartoonish proportions, still stood out as it hung semi-flaccid down to his knees.
Harry could feel two fangs that had grown inside of his mouth. His emerald green eyes were still there, but the scar on his forehead was gone, replaced by a pair of small black horns that jutted from his forehead. He had a thin black tail ending in a pointed tip and had a massive pair of leathery black wings jutting out of his back.
Harry snapped his finger and the mirror shattered into a billion shards. He turned around as the shards flew away in different directions. Wherever each shard touched, the environment around it began to change. Scorched earth became white marble flooring, piles of dust turned into chairs and beds and fireplaces. Empty space became meticulously crafted stone walls.
Harry walked as his magnificent castle built itself around him. He stood on a strip of polished oak wood and let it lift him as it turned into the top rung of a grand staircase.
He looked down at the first floor of his manor and saw all his girls, laying in an unconscious heap as their new home was built around them. He stretched his hand out and beckoned with his index finger. Tonks came flying towards him. Harry caught the metamorph as he glided back from the staircase. He slid into a room, its mahogany door quickly constructing itself after he passed the threshold.
Tonks' eyes snapped open and she was the first to gaze into the eyes of her master in his full glory.
"M-M-Master!" Tonks quivered as Harry wrapped his wings around them, swooping down until her head was almost at the floor and giving her a searing kiss. Electricity ran through her body as her master claimed her mouth. Harry leaned back until they were vertical again. Hs wings retracted, folding in on themselves and then disappearing into his shoulder blades.
Tonks gasped as her gaze moved downward and she saw her master's monstrous new meat. Harry smirked as his now fully erect cock lined itself up perfectly with her entrance. With no preamble Harry shoved his massive cock into Tonks' waiting pussy.
The metamorph's eyes shot to the back of her head as this horsecock violated her cunt. She tried using her powers to adjust to its size but it didn't work, no matter how much she tried his cock pounded her tight little walls into oblivion all the same.
Harry pulled her towards him and kissed her again. Tonks' kept trying to use her powers but she couldn't control her morphing, her tits went from D cups to flat chested to GG and everything in between. Her hair was cycling through every color in the spectrum as Harry pounded his horsecock into her. He was bottoming out with half of his cock still to go, and Tonks almost felt like her brain was rattling with every push.
Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she lost all coherence. Her orgasm was unlike anything she'd ever felt before as she spasmed around Harry's gargantuan tool.
Harry pulled out and threw the newly passed out Tonks onto the bed. He waved the doors open and stepped out of the room.
Down the long hallway to the left was Narcissa, working two fingers into her pussy while she sucked on one of her large titties, giving him a seductive look. On the opposite end of the hallway was Daphne, her scales glinting with emerald highlights as she leaned against the wall with her legs wide open. Beckoning him towards her.
Harry smirked at this impromptu duel for his attention. He snapped his fingers and the hallway suddenly shrunk until it was the size of a broom closet. Both women stumbled at the sudden change and Harry caught them before they fell.
"Watch this" Harry concentrated and his cock vibrated before it split off into two, both still as massive as the original.
The two pureblood women gasped. Harry lifted them by the back of their necks and turned them facing each other. He expertly lined both of his cocks with each girl before swiftly pushing into their gushing heat.
Narcissa and Daphne hissed, both women began kissing each other as Harry thrust his cocks in and out of their pussies.
It was a new level of pleasure, to be able to fuck two women at once. Harry grabbed a breast each as he increased his rhythm. Daphne was the first to orgasm around his right cock, which somehow led his left cock to shoot off a massive load inside of Narcissa's pussy. The blonde came as her master filled her up
Harry pulled out of them and the two women rolled over, never breaking their kiss as Narcissa ended up on top of Daphne. Daphne spread her legs wider in an attempt to let some of Harry's cum leak into her own pussy.
Deciding to help them out, Harry snapped his fingers again.
"OHHHHHHHH!" Both women moaned in unison.
"What did you do Potter?!" Daphne hissed, her eyes closed shut as she couldn't content with the pleasure she was feeling.
Harry chuckled "I fused your cunts together, that way you can share all the cum I gave Narcissa. Every little move you make will run your clits together. Enjoy!"
Harry walked away as the two women began screaming in pleasure as they rolled around the floor, their pussies magically attached and all their sensitive areas rubbing up against each other. He'd given this one a 20 minute time limit, reasoning that they'd blow by any orgasm limit he set in no time.
The hallway expanded once again and Harry ended up on the far left. He began walking down the winding staircase until he reached a landing.
This room had massage beds, cushioned benches, couches and pillows strewn all over. The girls here had been busy while he'd been fucking his way down the mansion.
Lily, Fleur, Gabrielle and Astoria were in a heap in the middle of the room, passed out on top of the pillows as the other girls had clearly assaulted their still throbbing cunts until exhaustion. Around them Susan and Lavender were sweating profusely, having just finished driving the other women past the brink.
Harry raised an eyebrow. Susan blushed and put her head down in embarrassment but Lavender stood proud, pushing out her large tits in defiance "They had their fun today."
Harry chuckled as he walked up to his airhead girlfriend and pushed her up against a wall. Lavender grabbed onto his waist, squeezing his oblique muscles as Harry pushed both cocks into her ice nymph pussy.
Lavender felt like she was going to be split in half, with each of Harry's cocks curving outward inside her, stretching her past any reasonable breaking point. Then Harry began to thrust inside her and it truly felt like he was ripping her apart.
Harry sucked on Lav's massive tits as his dicks made short work of her. It didn't take long at all for her to shudder in exhaustion as a wave of orgasms hit her. Her legs were trembling as Harry gave her slow and measured strokes to extend her torture.
Finally he pulled out of her and turned to Susan, who was bent over on a massage bed, facing away from him and wiggling her backside invitingly. Her baby bump wasn't large yet but it was visible even from the back. Harry stepped towards her. With an adjustment his dicks realigned themselves vertically.
Susan yipped in surprise when she felt both her ass and pussy being entered at the same time. Harry gave his breeding sow no mercy as he pounded her from behind. Her massive tits swung wildly as her master fucked her, her fat ass bouncing back against Harry's torso. Harry put his hand to her belly, wanting to feel his child growing inside of her as he took her from behind.
Susan was holding on to the bed for dear life, her nails digging into the fabric as her master pounded her holes into oblivion. It wasn't long before she too succumbed to her full incubus master and she came miserably, her knees buckling as she collapsed on the floor.
Harry allowed her to slip from his cock as he turned towards the door. He exited the lounge room and walked down the narrow hallway, adorned with many pictures of Harry and his women's previous escapades.
At the end of the hallway there was a door. Harry turned the knob and pushed it open.
The small door opened up to a gargantuan room, a hall twice the size of the great hall. Tables dotted the space and the ceiling raised up towards the heavens. Where the ceilings at Hogwarts reflected the night sky, the ceiling here showed only the moon, looming massive and pulsating, eerily bathed in red light.
Harry stepped towards the center. A large shaft of moonlight illuminated his goal: a set of golden steps, leading up to his throne.
The massive throne sat opulently in the center of everything. As well as the light it was bathed in, swirling green energy was pulsing through the handrest and backrest. The throne itself looked to have been carved out of bone. It had a silver fur draped over it to serve as the cushion, dotted in leopard spots.
The throne sat nestled inside the massive jaws of a nundu skull, mouth agape as its fangs reached down to the floor.
Harry took it all in. But he especially took note of the woman sitting on his throne.
Tamara Riddle was staring down at him. She had draped the nundu pelt over herself, covering her torso.
Harry walked up the steps until he reached his glowing throne. Standing over her in all his glory. Tamara licked her lips and Harry's hand shot out to grab her throat.
She didn't struggle even as he constricted her airway. "Did you have fun, master? Are you ready for the main course?" A pitch black aura began swirling around her.
Harry descended upon her as her dark aura burst out and engulfed the entire room in inky blackness. Harry felt pressure emanating from her and chuckled. He squeezed her throat hard as he brushed away her aura. He waved and the fur was blown off, revealing her magnificent milky tits and perfect body.
Harry pulled her legs up so that her pussy was on the edge of the seat and then pushed both his cocks into her sopping cunt.
Tamara screamed in pain and pleasure, her nails digging hard into his back as her black aura receded. Harry growled as he bit down hard on one of her tits and he began to pound her into the throne at a desperate pace.
Slowly, and then quickly, her darkness receded and became more and more malleable. The jagged lines of her aura smoothed out as her master proved his dominance to her.
She began mewling as his two cocks stretched her hole past its breaking point. He was now sucking on her sensitive tits while she dragged her nails up and down his back. Drawing blood that began running down onto the throne.
In a swift motion Harry turned them around. He was now sitting on his throne and she was impaled on his cocks, riding him for all she was worth as her eyes rolled back. Harry had both hands gripping her neck. Her hands were twitching and the ground began rumbling as her magic went haywire. She threw her hands out and the room began to break apart, the stone splintering in multiple places.
Harry reached back and slapped her hard in the face, drawing blood from her lip. His hand then returned to squeeze at her neck even harder as his magic instantly fixed the damage to the room. He began to truly thrust into her with no care for her wellbeing, knocking her womb every which way.
It wasn't long before she reached her climax. An explosion of pleasure filled her body as she arched her back, Harry buried to the hilt inside her, allowing both his cocks to blast her pussy with his cum.
They would make powerful daughters.
