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Harry Potter and the Sluts of Future Past(Ch 9)
🕑 Added 2024-05-11 21:49:26 +0000 UTC
Harry’s destination was a plain house on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. There was nothing special about it – there were several just like it in Hogsmeade alone and Harry had no doubts there were plenty more in other scottish villages.
And yet it was perhaps the best warded building in Hogsmeade, with protections that could give a Death Eater raid squad a pause for thought, as well as privacy wards that would have surely haunted the nightmares of some of the journalists Harry had known in his original timeline.
The reason for the precautions was simple – it was the place Minerva McGonnagal and he got to have their freaky role-play sex.
Harry could not wait.
Harry felt his skin shiver as he passed through the boundaries of the outer wards, his magical senses immediately picking up on another presence in the house.
“Alright, Harry. Get in the role.” Harry thought.
The interior of the house was just as mundane as the exterior, and after a stroll on a chilly autumn morning, Harry was glad to find the house warm and welcoming. Jaunty old time radio music filled the air, sharing it with the smell of something delicious roasting in the oven.
Harry would have never pegged Minerva as a good cook and yet he was looking forward to food almost as much as he did to sex. Then again, Harry would have never considered Professor McGonnagal as a sexual being in his old timeline.
“Darling, you are back.” Minerva stepped into view, a smile so warm and genuine on her face, Harry almost missed the flash of lust and wicked light shining in her eyes.
The scottish babe quickly closed the distance between them and planted a lingering kiss on the corner of Harry’s mouth. A scent of something sweet and fragrant invaded Harry’s nose as he breathed in, feeling his cock beginning to stir.
He clearly wasn’t the only one feeling it, because Minerva almost broke character when she flashed him a quick grin and leaned into his embrace, her modest breasts pressing into his chest.
“Well you know me, wife. Can’t stay away for too long from this.” Harry said in his best “man of the 50s” voice and slapped Minerva’s butt.
The woman yelped and glared at Harry with mock severity.
“You are so randy, dear.” She said. “What would you like: dinner, bath or,” Minerva batted her eyelashes at Harry. “me?”
Minerva was quite a temptation, Harry freely admitted. Almost as tall as Harry, the transfiguration professor would have normally been described as more handsome than conventionally beautiful. But out of the classroom and wearing clothes that highlighted her feminity, Minerva looked downright scrumptious. With her small yet perky breasts pressed into his chest, and his hand squeezing her toned arse, Harry was ready and eager to sample Minerva’s delights.
Harry tightened his grip on McGonnagal’s ass, eliciting a low sultry moan out of the woman.
“Well, wife.” Harry grinned as Minerva flushed from the word ‘wife’. “I think I’ll start things off with the desert.”
Before his ‘wife’ could say another word, Harry advanced, sweeping Minerva off of her feet, until she was trapped between the wall and his muscular frame. Harry could feel and hear her heartbeat accelerating as excitement flooded his veins. He was feeling the same. Perhaps fucking his old House Professor was not one of his teenage fantasies, but here and now Harry could scarcely think of anything hotter.
“Who am I to deny my hubby his due.” Minerva tried for a sultry smile, but a moan of pleasure burst past her lips as Harry tightened his grip on her derrière.
Harry attacked Minerva’s neck, peppering it with kisses. He traced the line of her artery, sucking and kissing and leaving behind little red lovemarks. Minerva was moaning and arching her back, her breasts pushing up and forward into Harry’s face, as if begging for some attention.
Harry was all too happy to provide it. With one rough motion, Harry tore Minerva’s dress, exposing her pale tits. Immediately he set about putting some colour on them. He mauled them, squeezed and grouped, delighted in little gasps and moans of pleasure his ‘wife’ made. Her legs crossed behind Harry’s lower back, while she grabbed Harry by his thick mane of black hair. In the end, Minerva’s weight was entirely supported by Harry’s strength.
“Aaah!” Minerva let out a particularly loud moan of pleasure as her ‘husband’ bit one of her nipples.
Her core was on fire, weeping for attention. Minerva longed to use her fingers to relieve some of the heat, or better yet, have Harry’s iron hard cock plunder her depths for all that she was worth. Alas, right here and now Minerva held no power. Harry was so big, so powerful in magic and body. His presence loomed over Minerva, leaving no doubt that if Harry wanted to take things further than Minerva was willing to, she would have no choice but to comply with his wishes.
And this turned her on so much!
Minerva remembered how this little affair of theirs had started weeks ago. She was suspicious of the unusual closeness between the half-blood professor and Bellatrix Black, who was hardly quiet about her views on the matter of non purebloods. Then, to confuse matters even more, Lily Evans, Minerva’s star pupil, one of her little lions, fell into the enigmatic professor’s orbit.
After Minerva saw how besotted Lily acted with this strange new addition to the Hogwarts staff, what could she do but investigate that man?
Unbeknownst to her at that time, that had been the decision that doomed Minerva and gave her the closest thing to true satisfaction she had ever experienced.
A sudden advance from Harry, her ‘husband’, snapped Minerva from her reminiscence. A startling application of wandless magic burnt away Minerva’s clothes, save for the apron that now covered only a truly indecent amount of skin….
Not that it mattered – with Harry’s lips and hands assaulting Minerva’s body, she had no more mysteries left to bewitch that man with.
If there was ever a doubt in her heart about the power dynamics in their little affair, they were gone now. Minerva might have been a deputy headmistress, with the power to bring everything this bad, bad man had built crushing down, but all of that power was meaningless with Minerva herself bound by Harry’s magnetic charm and power.
Desire burned in her cure, its tendrils spreading throughout Minerva’s body. From her curled toes, to her head that Minerva threw back to expose more of her neck to her ‘husband’s relentless assault. In this moment, Harry could demand anything, do anything to Minerva and she would comply with slavish eagerness, happy to please her man.
Gone was the powerful witch, one of the most brilliant transfiguration masters to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts. Gone was Dumbledore’s closest comrade. In her place was a witch, no, a woman desperate to get fucked.
A Stepford housewife with nothing but thoughts of serving her darling husband left in her pretty head.
Minerva had never been happier than in this moment.
Perhaps she should have been outraged. Or more firm in her convictions as a proud independent woman. But Minerva was well aware of this facet of her personality – she was a woman that desperately needed a man to look up to, to adore and to serve.
And though Harry wasn’t her true husband, right here and now he was the only man treating Minerva like she yearned to be treated.
Like a silly little slut, gagging for a dominant man’s cock!
Suddenly Harry dropped Minerva, with only his powerful control of his own magic preventing Minerva from slamming into the floor. Instead, the slutty scottish witch found herself kneeling, Harry’s cock mere inches from her face.
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One breath.
One breath was all it took to doom Minerva completely.
Harry’s musk filled her lungs and made the normally composed Minerva light-headed. Her pupils shrank, focusing on Harry’s manhood and nothing else.
Minerva swallowed, her mouth suddenly full of saliva. All thoughts were driven from her head, replaced by the image of Harry’s slut-maker of a manhood. It was so long and thick, with veins straining angrily against the skin.
It was not a new sight for Minerva and yet each time she saw it, Minerva felt like a virgin about to be made into a woman. Such was the awesome powe-
HWAP!
Out of nowhere Harry cockslapped Minerva and left his dick on her face. He even rubbed it against her skin!
Now, they had done some dirty stuff, but something like this was a first for Minerva. It was so rough, so brutish. This move disregarded Minerva dignity as a witch and as a woman, delegating her to a cockdrunk slut.
“I just came a little.” Minerva thought as her pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing.
Minerva moved her hands down, her fingers itching to delve into needy little kitty, but Harry noticed.
“Arms behind your head.” He commanded, his voice half-growl. “Quickly get to work. I know I didn’t marry you for your brains, but even a dumb bitch like you should know how to please her man, am I right?”
“Yes, darling!” Minerva moaned and hurried to comply.
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Harry bit back a groan as Professor McGonnagal swallowed his cock. Yes, if he ever actually married her, it would probably be for her blowjob skills. As fun as it was to overwhelm fresh fillies like Lily or Bella and have them choke and gag on his cock, sometimes a man needed his manhood treated right and Minerva McGonnagal certainly knew how to suck the soul out of a guy.
In one gulp she took Harry’s manhood to the hilt, her lips forming a ring around the base. For a moment she just held Harry’s cock in her throat, clenching and relaxing her throat muscles, massaging his manhood and savouring the feeling of having something so girthy in her mouth.
Then she started sucking off for real. She dragged her head up, her lips forming a tight seal around the cock as she slowly and methodically extracted it from her throat. As Harry’s cockflesh left McGonnagal’s mouth, she made sure lavish it with love, her tongue writhing underneath it to make sure she could give her ‘husband’ as much pleasure as she could.
That felt amazing.
Glurgkh! Glurgkh! Glurgkh!
Minerva impaled her throat on Harry’s dick.
Again.
And again.
Her pace increasing with every second. With drool dripping down onto the floor. A fervour took over the usually prim and proper professor, a mad urge to extract Harry’s cum as fast as possible.
Who was Harry to deny the slut her earnest wish?
Without warning, Harry grabbed Minerva by her head, stopping the thirsty bitch right when there was only the cockhead left in the pleasant prison of her lips. Transfiguration professor playing wife glanced questioningly at him, but Harry just grinned at her and let it go.
It took a lot of self control to stop himself from cumming when Minerva was going down on him, but it was worth it. Now he flooded Minerva’s mouth with his semen, quickly overwhelming her. She swallowed as fast and as much as she could but in the end she was overwhelmed.
Cum spilled out of her mouth and with it, Minerva lost her lip hold on Harry’s cock. It sprang up, still spurting shot after shot of Harry’s hot cum, painting Minerva’s features white.
By the end of it, Harry’s cock was half-hard, while Minerva’s face was well and truly glazed.
For a moment the two of them just breathed heavily, momentarily recovering their strength. But then that slutty kitty cat just had to go cleaning herself off of the cream.
Watching the strict Professor McGonnagal lick up his cum, how could Harry not grow hard?
In seconds, his manhood was once again twitching and throbbing, determined to fuck this pussy up!
And the pussy in question was only all too happy to help.
Minerva leaned back against the wall and spread her legs, leaving her dripping cunt exposed and defenceless – just how Harry liked them.
Ah, his ‘wife’ truly knew him so well!
With a smirk, Harry grabbed Minerva’s ankles and pressed them up and forward, until Minerva was bent in a classic ‘breeding press’ pose.
With Harry’s cock rubbing against Minerva’s pussy, the silly slut tried to wriggle her bottom, desperately trying to impale herself on it.
“I’ve been thinking.” Harry said casually while still teasing Minerva’s cunt. “Maybe it’s time I knock you up? A daughter or two would do nicely, don’t you think?”
Minerva froze. Clearly the poor bitch did not know what to think. Was Harry serious or was he still role-playing?
Meanwhile, Harry continued.
“You are not a young thing I bagged all those years ago. Oh, I will still get a few decades of use out of you, but maybe it’s time to think about preparing a replacement. A couple of daughters would do nicely, don’t you think?”
Now she knew that Harry was playing and that she could play along.
“Oh yes!” Minerva moaned. “Please, darling, knock me up! I’ll make sure to train you daughters to be good little girls for their daddy for when it’s time for you to replace me!”
Harry smirked. That was an interesting idea. Minerva was well aware of his activities with the female students – why not get her involved in some role-play? It would just another area for her to educate her students.
With one decisive thrust, Harry penetrated Minerva’s sopping wet cunt.
“Aagh!” McGonnagal screamed in pleasure, as her pussy clenched around Harry’s cock.
Without pause, Harry started fucking Minerva. He rutted her ruthlessly, with each thrust sheathing his cock entirely in her cunt. Higher brain functions abandoned him, leaving behind a beast set on breeding his mate.
His cock would slam into the entrance to her womb, planting lewd little kisses and each time getting just a little bit closer to penetrating her womb.
Maddened with passion, neither Harry nor Minerva held back. The two lovers kissed and fucked, the hot and bothered bodies rubbing against each other. Right here and now the two were not professors, or magic users or even members of civilized human society.
The two of them were rutting beasts caught up in the throes of passion.
Just as Harry slammed his hips against Minerva’s thighs, his ballsack slapping against her ass, the Mistress of Transfiguration made sure to squeeze her cunt muscles, making sure she felt every bump and vein that rubbed against her pussy walls. The cat animagus milked Harry’s cock diligently.
And her efforts were in the end paid off.
By the end of it, having been brought to several screaming orgasms, Minerva was getting desperate for Harry’s cum to douse the inferno of lust roaring in her core. So when Harry finally did come, flooding her cunt with his seed, it was with great relief and pleasure did Minerva orgasmed.
Afterwards, Harry and Minerva found themselves lying next to each other.
“You got intense there.” Minerva said as she laid her head on Harry’s chest. “Breeding yourself new playthings, really?”
“Hey, it was just some role-playing.” Harry defended himself. “I maybe a pervert, but I am not that debauched.”
Minerva lifted her head to give Harry a sceptical look.
“Hey!” Harry exclaimed. “I am serious. You just bring out the pervy beast in me.”
“Oh that’s so sweet, ‘darling’.” Minerva laughed and pecked Harry on the lips. Suddenly Harry found his cock in his lover’s grip. Minerva gave his manhood and squeeze and started pumping it up and down. “Do you want to get Lily and Bellatrix to play at being rebellious daughters in desperate need of parental guidance?”
Judging by the way Minerva grinned before Harry could even answer, the woman did not need to know occlumancy to know what Harry’s answer would be.
