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Maturity of Magic Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2025-02-01 20:55:12 +0000 UTCNOTE: The previous chapter of this story has been edited and changed
His fingers dug through Daphne’s blonde locks, clawing at her scalp and sending shivers directly to her core. Her blue eyes stared up at him with pure lust, as the head of his cock rested comfortably in her mouth. The top buttons of her dress shirt were undone, and she undid the rest of them to reveal a sexy black bra underneath.
Harry looked down with an insatiable intensity to his gaze, eyeing her bra-clad breasts hungrily as his cock sat in her mouth. She let his cockhead leave her mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting it to her tongue. She was getting good at this.
“I figured you deserved a reward for rescuing me.” She said with a sultry voice, reaching behind her back to undo her bra. The expensive bra made of Abraxan-hair fell to the ground carelessly, leaving her large teardrop breasts exposed to the open air. They swayed with the slightest breath, two sacks of perfect perky round flesh most girls could only dream of having.
Harry stared at the sight, his eyes wide and unable to look away. She knew he had seen the tits of other women before, and it had made her somewhat apprehensive about showing off her own extremities for fear of rejection. But his reaction had already dismissed her worries, and she was glad that Harry enjoyed her breasts. “They’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She smiled genuinely, grasping his hard shaft and directing his cockhead into her mouth.
The gigantic head of his cock bulged out the sides of her mouth with its sheer girth, forcing itself deeper and towards the back of her mouth and then down her throat. Daphne didn’t gag, didn’t show any reaction whatsoever, as she kept consuming more and more of his cock. All Harry could do was watch in awe as she eagerly pushed herself down his hard shaft.
She had been training for him. Every night she would thrust her fist in her mouth till she touched the back of her throat. It was all in the name of pleasing her future husband, and being able to effortlessly suck his entire cock without gagging was her goal. And if that meant throwing up her dinner every now and then, then it was a small price to pay to be his good little cocksucker.
She heard Harry breathe heavily above her, no doubt taken off-guard at her newly acquired skill, and her gaze gained a triumphant edge. It wasn’t just about surprising him at being so skilled at sucking cock, but showing that a less-experienced woman like herself could still take care of him.
Why does Harry need you when he already has better women? The thought burned in her mind, with images of Fleur Delacour and Julia Zabini coming to the forefront. It motivated her to try harder, pushing her to learn sex techniques and to purchase new clothes and lingerie. Being Harry Potter’s betrothed wasn’t just about being socially and politically powerful, but also about pleasuring him in bed. And at the end of the day, Harry could use all the relief he could get.
It was as she knelt there with his cock shoved down her throat that she felt it. In the back of her mind she felt the magical alarm she had set go off, and internally smirked. Daphne hadn’t picked this abandoned classroom at random, having it prepared it the previous day for her plan.
She had layered the entrance with privacy charms and wards, with a specific ward used to trap and petrify intruders that dared enter. It was done with a specific Witch as her target, one that she knew was following every one of Harry’s moves.
Daphne knew all about Fleur Delacour’s lust for her betrothed, and she was ready to finally confront the French Veela. She knew that the Veela had followed them to this classroom, and had snuck in to watch them like some sort of pervert. And now Delacour was now trapped and immobilized at the entrance to the room while invisible, and forced to do nothing but watch them.
Time to show Delacour who Harry really belongs to. Daphne mentally declared, doing her best to bob her head up and down his cock. She did it to show Delacour that she wasn’t a pushover, and that Harry wouldn’t be leaving her anytime soon. But also to give Harry as much pleasure as possible.
Harry groaned deeply at her movements, his eyes gaining a feral quality as both of his hands dug in to her scalp. He took matters into his own hands, and began slamming his cock in and out of her, throat-fucking her brutally.
His thrusts picked up, harsher than ever, with each one being faster than the last. He made her face a mess of mascara, saliva, and pre-cum. But Daphne didn’t care. All she cared about was pleasuring Harry. That, and showing Delacour who Harry really belonged to.
Her fingers expertly played with his ballbag, massaging the two cum-filled engorged orbs that would impregnate her one day. They were heavy and filled with his seed, and desperate for release, as both of his balls overflowed the palms of her hands.
A particular brutal thrust and she was shoved against his groin, feeling his massive cock being shoved all the way down her throat before it expanded in size. She could hear his balls give way, propelling a gigantic amount of seed straight through his manhood and into her gullet.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
Her throat worked desperately to swallow it all as Harry threw his head back in pleasure. Meanwhile her nose remained pressed tightly against his crotch, doing her best to not let a single drop of cum go to waste. Good pureblood girls swallow it all.
He finally pulled his cock out of her, showing the cum and saliva-stained mess that it had become. Daphne did her best to catch her breath, not even realizing how long she had gone without sufficient oxygen, while Harry looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.
“That… was impressive.” He said. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Thank you.” She smiled with blushing cheeks. “I’ve been working hard on that one.”
Did I just thank him after I sucked his cock? It showed the power that Harry Potter had over his women, and Daphne bit her lip as her thighs rubbed together.
He nodded absently, clearly in a daze from her efforts. That, and probably post-nut clarity.
“You go on ahead.” She told him with a smile. “I need some time alone to freshen up.”
Harry nodded and left, and when he finally left the room her mask dissapeared. Her wand appeared in her hand, pointing to the spot where the intruder was located.
“Finite.”
The trap she had orchestrated had worked perfectly. Someone had indeed been caught trying to spy on their activities, and they had been frozen by the entrance. The wards she had set up the day before had frozen them on the spot, making them immobile in place and unable to do anything but watch her and Harry while invisible.
The problem was that it wasn’t Fleur Delacour who the wards froze in place… but Cho Chang.
“Cho Chang… what are you doing here?”
Even if frozen in place, Daphne could see the look of pure shock on the Asian girl’s face.
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France was never this cold.
Fleur knew that she had the privilege of growing up in Southern France, where the sun always shined and the temperatures rarely got very cold in the winter. Even if she had experienced such weather while visiting Hogwarts last year for the Triwizard tournament, the French Veela still struggled to adjust.
She tugged the tailored coat of yeti fur tighter as she trudged through the snow to the owlery, holding on to the letter she had written earlier. What she doing now was her last resort, the thing she promised herself not to do when she came to Britain. But she was out of options now, and after seeing the morning paper, Fleur Delacour came to one simple conclusion.
Harry Potter was officially out of her reach.
She had seen the Daily Prophet, and the pages covering the story of him and those women. Fleur already had some knowledge of his romantic relationships, but to have it made official like that had crushed her. She knew that it would be nearly impossible to get close to him with such a spotlight following his romantic life, especially when any move she made to get close to him would end up in the paper.
It made her task of pursuing him that much difficult, to the point that Fleur simply did not know what to do. And that was why she trudged out of the castle to the owlery, to get guidance from the one person who could help her.
Maman… You will know what to do. She thought, looking down at the letter in her hand. Apolline Delacour was an expert when it came to such things, but to Fleur, contacting her Mother was the ultimate last resort.
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Her fat cheeks clapped against his thin thighs, her skinny husband barely holding on as she rode him. Her heavy breasts dangled in the air, still big and perky despite her age, but left untouched despite begging for affection.
She knew it was an obscene sight if anyone was to walk in and see them. A buxom and beautiful woman like her wasn’t exactly suited for her current partner, a flimsy man whose hair was falling out with age. But it had always been this way since Hogwarts, with the skinny muggleborn being paired with one of the busty Black sisters.
“Oh! Andromeda I-I…” Her husband quivered beneath her, his hips starting to buck as he reached his peak.
“Just a little more!” She practically begged, her hips speeding up as she desperately tried to reach her own release. It was a pointless endeavor, as Andromeda knew she hadn’t gotten pleasure from sex with her husband in years.
“Gaaah!” Ted Tonks bucked beneath her, his eyes practically rolling back in his head. His entire body shook and quivered, almost as if he was going through a seizure, sending him into unconsciousness with his own orgasm.
She could feel his release, the tiny amounts of cum he ejected into her before his penis softened. His shaft went utterly limp inside her, its hardness dissipating entirely and leaving her poor pussy without any stimulation.
“Damn. Damn it!” She yelled angrily for the first time at her husband, who luckily just so happened to be unconscious.
Andromeda rolled over to the side and began fingering herself until she reached her climax, something that wasn’t new yet still bothered her. She hadn’t had an orgasm from sex in over a decade, and she knew it probably wouldn’t happen ever again. Especially when her husband’s penis was so small.
Not for the first time she was irritated about her poor sex life. Or more specifically, her poor choice in a partner. All it had taken was two minutes of sex for her husband to fall unconscious, his micropenis left soft and shriveled, while she was left unsatisfied.
Andromeda loved Ted Tonks, she really did. But his inability to keep up with her in bed had bothered her over the years, especially as her body matured and her needs increased. It left her feeling something beyond frustrated, and to look over at his unconscious body now made her even more irritated.
She had fallen for Ted all those years ago at Hogwarts. He was an innocent muggleborn from a completely different world than her own, having grown up with a different lifestyle that intrigued her. It had drawn her to him, specifically the novelty of it all, along with all the cultural differences. After all, muggles treated women with respect, something the pureblood boys in Slytherin simply refused to do. What wasn’t there to love at first?
But the novelty of it all dissipated as the years went by, replaced by a lonely lifestyle and a boring husband. Those thoughts made her sigh, and Andromeda got out of bed and showered like a muggle would before getting dressed.
She had an appointment to get to, and a trip to the floo from there brought her to see her cousin Sirius at Grimmauld Place.
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A rather boring chat with her cousin Sirius left her wandering the halls of her old childhood home afterwards. Andromeda hadn’t been in Grimmauld Place since before she had been expelled from the family, and she had less than stellar memories of the place. Even then, she wasn’t entirely ready to head home and confront her husband after their… coupling.
And so that left her to wander the halls in order to buy time, knowing that Ted would probably want to discuss things with her when she got home.
“What is that noise?” She wondered, peeking through a nearby door, and freezing in shock at the sight that awaited her.
Ted doesn’t have anything like that. Was the first thought that entered her mind as she peeked through the cracked doorway, seeing a large, exposed phallus. She stared at a massive cock, huge and thick, to the point she was sure her hands wouldn’t be able to wrap around it.
There was a woman kneeling in front of it, jerking and stimulating it expertly as her mouth sucked it delicately. The woman servicing the shaft moved her hands then, grasping her two large brown breasts before wrapping them around the shaft.
Andromeda recognized her as Julia Zabini, who was Narcissa’s friend, from all those years ago when they were in Slytherin. She had seen her in the Daily Prophet the other day, announcing her relationship with-
Andromeda’s gaze moved to the owner of such a massive cock, her eyes widening. Harry Potter stood above Julia, a dominant expression on his face as he watched his new mistress lollipop his cockhead.
His body was filled out with powerful muscle, making him look like one of those professional quidditch players featured often in Witch Weekly. Andromeda couldn’t help but stare at him, having not seen a man other than her husband naked before.
“Get ready.” Potter suddenly stated authoritatively, his voice sending shivers to her core.
Julia held up an empty cup of all things, releasing his cockhead from her mouth and pointing the end of it towards the glass.
Potter’s shaft flexed, paused for a moment in suspense, and suddenly a tidal wave of semen erupted from it. Andromeda could swear she saw her own sex life wither and die before her eyes with the first load, buried by the sheer amount of cum Potter was able to produce in a single orgasm. The amount of semen splashing around inside the glass put Ted’s own loads to shame, and she bit her lip as Potter’s cock jerked again before depositing another load.
When Potter was done, his seed filled the glass all the way up to the fucking brim. She watched in shock as Julia put the cum-filled glass aside, before she licked and cleaned his softening cock off like a Knockturn Alley whore.
It was when Potter finally zipped his trousers closed that Andromeda was able to look away, as if falling out of a trance. That was when she realized her own hand rested against the nearby wall, supporting her weight as she breathed heavily. Juices were running down her thigh, and her hand was buried in her core.
No… How could I? Ted’s wife looked down at herself in horror, realizing what she had done. She almost wanted to scream, but realized that Potter and Zabini would hear her. I-I need to get out of here.
A/N: I know that I haven't been updating this story as much recently, but that will change starting this month. Also, the previous chapter has been edited and Daphne appears instead of Hermione.
Comments
Erinnyes
Great chapter, glad we're going to be seeing more of this one!
