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Harry Potter and the Sluts of Future Past (Ch.7)
🕑 Added 2024-04-21 12:30:19 +0000 UTC A long day of educating ungrateful students done and dusted, Harry Potter trudged back to his living quarters, his mind captured wholly by the magnetic pull of his bed.
No, he was not entirely exhausted. If a need turned up for Harry to spring into action, to fight, to struggle, he knew he would not be found wanting. Alas, the day of teaching was stressful on the mind, though easy on the body, and Harry wished he could rest his head and leave the thoughts of Hogwarts students behind.
A thought of seeking out one of his sluts briefly emerged from the morass of his tired brain, but Harry dismissed it as soon as it appeared. He had no patience to wait for one his pets to make her way to him.
How fortunate then, that this turned out to be a non-issue.
When Harry first entered his living quarters, the first thing he noticed was Lily Evans tied to one of his chairs with what looked like silk rope, with something suspiciously lacy stuffed into her mouth. Were those panties?
Now normally Harry would already be salivating over a delicious snack like this, presented so scrumptiously to him. His cock was definitely appreciating the sight, but alas, another offering drew most of his attention.
An unexpected sight, a most welcome intrusion. Harry usually distrusted surprises, but this one suited his tastes just fine.
One Andromeda Black, who, in the timeline of Harry’s youth, had been known to him as the mother of one Nymphadora Tonks, stood before him now, dressed in most fetching attire – a muggle dominatrix get-up!
Harry whistled appreciatively as he surveyed Bella’s sister. The final third of the Black Trio did not disappoint. At first glance, she was much like Bellatrix: with a fine bosom and arse, fit and pretty, with an aristocratic air about her, that a dirty half-blood like Harry just itched to sully.
Nevertheless there were some significant differences. In spite of her risqué leather outfit, Andromeda looked...kinder than Harry could ever imagine Bellatrix looking.
Perhaps, in spite of all the similarities this young witch bore to Harry’s first slut, it wasn’t that outrageous to imagine her abandoning her family to shack up with a muggleborn.
But that was a matter to a timeline Harry would never again be a part of, in this new world, Andromeda Black was a delicious pureblood witch, wrapped in leather and standing over a bound and gagged Lily.
There was no mistaking what had taken part here before Harry’s arrival. The sweet scent of feminine arousal wafted from Lily’s body, while strategicically placed silk ropes bound Lily’s legs to chair legs, ensuring her pink pussy was clearly visible, as well as making sure to highlight her pretty breasts. The redhead’s sweet little nipples were stiff as diamonds and Harry yearned to play with them.
Yes, the sight before him was truly a mouthwatering one. Harry’s cock grew harder with every moment, until it strained against the fabric of his pants, begging to be let out, to be plunged into the tight warm depths of Lily’s womanhood.
SLAP!
Andromeda, wroth to be ignored in favour of her captive, slashed her riding crop through the air and brought it down upon Lily’s naked body. A red welt bloomed on Lily’s breast, even as she herself screamed and twitched, her voice muffled by the makeshift gag.
Harry would have normally been concerned by someone other than him treating one his sluts so roughly, but he could see Lily grow even wetter from pain, if a puddle of feminine juices was anything to go by.
So Harry simply stared at Andromeda, making no effort to conceal his hard cock, whose outline was clearly visible even through the fabric of his robes.
Andromeda did not fail to notice it. Harry saw her eyes flash downward, widen comically, before slowly looking back up at him. With deliberate coyness, the pureblood witch licked her full lips, fiendish mischief dancing merrily in her eyes.
“Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you that happy to see me, Professor?” She asked, enunciating the last word sultrily and breathy, the action making her corset bound tits all the more prominent.
“I am always happy to see my students getting along.” Harry smiled and stepped fully into his room. “Though I admit I did not expect you and Lily to be this...close.”
Lily, flushed red and slick with sweat, tried to say something, but gagged remained implacably in place.
Andromeda looked down at her captive redhead and smiled indulgently as she gently traced Lily’s collarbone with her glove-clad finger.
“Oh, it may be a recent development, but it didn’t take long for us to find common ground. Lily is a good girl, just the kind I like.” Andromeda said.
Harry quirked an eyebrow.
“What would your sisters say, if they saw you associating so intimately with a mudblood?” Harry asked, amusement thick in his voice.
He had been disrobing as he spoke. He knew where this was going, regardless of whatever games Andromeda might have been playing, surely Andromeda knew that as well. So why bother waiting?
Andromeda let out a throaty laugh even as her eyes continued to devour Harry’s form.
“Oh, I don’t share my family’s opinions. Quite the opposite. And really, Bella and Cissy are in no position to raise a ruckus, what with the position they were bent to, but a certain cad of a professor.”
A glimmer of suspicion sparked in Harry’s mind. There was something...odd about the way Andromeda chose to go about this. If she simply wanted to fuck her words were a touch too circumspect. She wasn’t outright saying what she wanted, nor was she denying anything.
Andromeda’s presentation of herself was clearly aimed at sparking his lust, and yet now she was acting coy? Perhaps Andromeda didn’t just want to fuck, perhaps….
Harry’s eyes zeroed in on Andromeda’s outfit. It was bold and far outside Magical fashion. Andromeda dressed as dominatrix and was acting like a mistress with Harry’s pet.
Was that...a provocation? But for what purpose?
Meanwhile Andromeda continued speaking.
“After all, you’ve certainly been an active fellow, Professor White.” She said. “My poor sister, captured and blackmailed into running around, desperate to sate her captor’s beastly l-lusts.”
Just as she was finishing the sentence, her eyes caught the sight of my erect cock, finally free from the tyranny of pants, making the poor witch stumble over her words. Harry did not blame her, he was well aware of the effect his penis had on females of fertile disposition.
Still, Andromeda recovered remarkably quickly.
With her Cheshire cat smile, Andromeda regarded Harry with undisguised hunger. Despite her eyes being glued to his cock, which was twitching in the cool air of the room, pre cum dripping from its tip, Andromeda’s words were firm and steady.
“I do wonder how Professor McGonnagal or the Headmaster would react if they found out. Or perhaps the wider public?” Andromeda pressed her index finger to her rosy lips, to the world looking like the picture of innocent curiosity. “I imagine many would not like it at all. No sir.”
Harry snorted at the idea of this little slut trying to get him in trouble with Minerva. That would be an amusing little scene, no doubt.
The threat of Headmaster, or the Ministry had more bite to them. Or rather, they would have, if Harry wasn’t certain Andromeda wasn’t going through some sort of elaborate foreplay.
It was clear from her expression. The poor girl couldn’t spend a minute without unconsciously licking her lips, her half-lidded eyes fixated upon Harry’s prodigious member.
“Are you threatening me?” Harry asked, willing, for now, to go along with her little game.
For now.
Andromeda’s eyes widened, the expression of mock outrage soon appearing on her face.
“Sir, how could you accuse me of something...underhanded like that? I would never!” Mischief flashed in her blue-grey eyes that she shared with her sister. “I was merely explaining the likely consequences should...something happen.”
Andromeda sashayed towards Harry, her hips swaying most enticingly. Her heels clacked against the stone of the floor as she approached, her riding crop at her side and ready to be used. Considering it was too flexible to have a wand contained inside of it, and there were no other places Andromeda could have hidden hers, well, Harry wasn’t exactly threatened.
Still he couldn’t help but gasp when Andromeda grabbed his penis. Well she tried to.
Rosy blush flooded Andromeda’s cheeks and ears as the fingers of her hand failed to encircle Harry’s monumental girth. The pureblood witch tried, but all she did was paw at Harry’s turgid cock.
It was time to get to the good stuff.
Before Andromeda could withdraw her dainty hand, Harry grabbed her palm and kept it pressed against the red hot body of his penis. Slowly, as if Andromeda was a doe Harry was loathe to spook, Harry started moving his and hers hands back and forth, letting Andromeda feel the length of the bitchbreaker that was about to bring her down.
“It seems someone needs a little help handling a cock.” Harry growled, his voice rough with arousal.
Testosterone raged in his system, as animal instincts buried within all men demanded he mount and fill this silly little filly.
And Harry had no reason to go against them.
XxXxX
Lily Evans wasn’t quite sure how and why she ended up where she was now – bound, gagged and made into some sort of perverted voyeur. Perhaps a childhood trauma, or a mother issue or two. Yes, probably one of those.
Now, personal epiphanies aside, somebody let her out!
It was impossible not to be aroused by what was unfolding before her eyes. The two haven’t even gotten down to fun and dirty stuff, but the sheer aura of it all was already driving Lily mad.
Halfway through Harry’s confrontation with Andromeda, Professor stopped holding back his magic, immediately flooding the room with his sheer presence.
Lily squirmed in her bindings. It was unfair, how sexy Professor was. Powerful and domineering, with a huge cock and skill to use it on his good little girls. Silk ropes dug into Lily’s flesh, stopping her from doing anything, ANYTHING to relieve herself.
It was maddening. Just a finger. With how wound up Lily was and how arousing the scene unfolding before her, one finger loose and free to dive into Lily’s sopping wet pussy would have been enough to get her off.
Andromeda, the pureblood bitch, must have known it too, because as it were, Lily couldn’t so much as rub her thighs together.
All Lily could do was watch,.as Andromeda failed to assume some sort of dominant position in her little dance with the Professor. Too stubborn to admit defeat, the pureblood princess tried to maintain her haughty act, but failing miserably to contain the blush colouring her cheeks.
The bitch was gagging for it, Lily was sure.
Professor knew it too, judging by his demeanour. He loomed over the Black witch, his posture radiating confidence and control. Like a father, a daddy, dealing with a bratty daughter.
Lily shuddered as another wave of arousal surged through her system. Perhaps something to save for her own roleplay later.
Suddenly Andromeda let go of the Professor’s cock and staggered back a couple of paces. The expression on her face radiated clear ardent lust.
“Don’t think just because you have a fine c-cock,” Andromeda had to swallow saliva pooling in her mouth. “I’ll become one of your little bimbos. Kneel before me and do your best to please me and we will see if you are worthy of laying with me!”
Hearing this, Lily momentarily stopped struggling against her bindings. She knew what was coming and she could not wait.
XxXxX
“F-fuck!” Andromeda could only moan and scream as this...this...hunk of a man pounded her into his bed, his cock slamming balls deep into her ass with each thrust, his arms bending Andromeda into an unmistakeable position of mating press.
She...she had seen it in one of muggle magazines that Andromeda sneaked into her room. To say the pictures there inflamed her dirty imagination was to say nothing.
Each time Professor Harry slammed himself into her, his heavy balls slapping against her butt, Andromeda felt herself loose her mind from pleasure.
Proud dominatrix she had tried to play as was nowhere to be seen. Her riding crop had been tossed aside, her leather corset torn and askew so as to provide better access to her chest. Only her silk stockings remained, having apparently pleased the man that with every thrust reshaped Andromeda’s body and mind to better serve his beastly lusts.
“Take it you slut!” Professor Harry growled, his gruff voice and dominant demeanour making shivers run down Andromeda’s spine, and her anal muscles clench around his invading bitchbreaker of a cock.
Because that’s what Andromeda Black ultimately was – a bitch in desperate need of breeding and Harry was just the man to do it.
Now if only he would fuck her cunt, her poor neglected pussy that was weeping due to absence of a stiff cock to fill it to the brim with hot virile cum.
Andromeda tried to vocalise her need, but before she could use her mouth for anything more intelligible than moans, Professor let go of one of her legs and grabbed her neck instead.
“Glurgkh!” Andromeda choked as the man violating her poor abused asshole squeezed her throat.
She was helpless. Helpless to say anything. Helpless to offer anything resembling defiance. Helpless to do anything but take whatever pleasures and torments Harry chose to unleash upon her nubile body.
Andromeda had never been more turned on in her life.
For so many years Andromeda endured living at the pinnacle of wizarding society with every privilege that entailed, while seeing clearly with her own eyes just how unworthy the purebloods were of everything they had.
So now to have this half-blood stud sully her body, debauch her mind, and, hopefully, sully her oh so impeccable bloodline, was everything Andromeda could have wished for and more.
“Take it you little whore!” Suddenly Evans was standing right next to the rutting pair, free from the bonds Andromeda had forced on her. The gleeful look on her face promised retribution, as the redhead stared down at Andromeda. “Not so high and mighty now, eh?” She said and slapped Andromeda’s ass, the stinging blow doubltlessly leaving a bright red handprint – just another mark left on her once pristine pureblood body by these mudbloods.
Andromeda’s eyes rolled back in happiness and masochistic pleasure. She could feel orgasm approaching, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t let herself cum before had pleased her m-Master.
Of course, Andromeda, silly slut that she was, had no such choice.
“Take it you little bitch.” Professor growled and in one rough thrust, forced his entire cock into her once virginal asshole and flooded it with his cum.
“Aaaah” Andromeda screamed, or rather tried to through Harry’s hold on her throat as pleasure wracked her body, making her arch her back and thrust her tits in Harry’s direction.
Absence of air finally made itself known as Andromeda’s vision grew dark and hazy around the edges, while the sound of Master and Lily’s voices came from further and further away.
“Do you think she’s worthy of being impregnated?” That was surely Master.
“Hmm.” Evans hummed then suddenly a stinging hex struck Andromeda’s reddened flesh and woke her up. “It would be fun to see Bella become an Aunt if nothing else.”
Andromeda smiled, cumdrunk and still drowsy from asphyxiation, the expression on her face could hardly be called present.
Still, she found it in herself to mutter weakly.
“That would be fun.”
