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Maturity of Magic Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2024-07-20 15:17:03 +0000 UTCHarry appeared through the floo in the restaurant Narcissa had arranged for him to meet Ms. Zabini in. It was a nice restaurant, better than any he had ever been to, and he knew that Aunt Petunia would be going green in envy if she could see him right now.
It was a dark Italian restaurant, make of brick with few windows around the place, lavishly decorated with the finest of furniture and carpets. It seemed the type of place only the rich ruling class would meet and make deals in, or the type where a wizard would meet and interview his future Mistress like he was now.
He glanced around the entrance room, found who he was looking for, and nearly stumbled.
Simply put, Julia Zabini was more than what he expected. Narcissa was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but Julia was beautiful in a different way. The woman seemed as if she was bred to destroy men, to have sex till the day she died.
She wore a black dress that hugged her seductive hourless body. He knew the color of the dress was chosen for a reason, in order for her to convey some sort of power and authority over the situation. But there was a different meaning behind the dress’s color, perhaps a wish to retain a certain degree of privacy and mystery? Narcissa had warned him about her, to not let his guard down, and had tutored him accordingly in order to prepare for this meeting.
But even then he could not resist a glance every now and then, doing his best to be discreet. Her breasts were big, likely as big or bigger than Cissy’s own pair, only difference being that Julia seemed to have no problem with showing off how big they were. The two dark breasts that sat on her chest were barely being held back by her dress and a bra that was no doubt straining under the weight of them. Even then, her dress revealed plenty of cleavage, enough that it was a struggle for even him to maintain eye contact.
But that was not the only thing Ms. Zabini offered, her dress was fairly open in the back, and led down to the fattest ass he had ever seen. The woman’s ass was huge, with two big round cheeks seemingly mounted on a shelf. She possessed child-bearing hips, with thick thighs and long legs that Harry desperately wanted to see outside of that dress she wore. If he struggled not to ogle her big breasts, then he completely failed when walking behind her and watching that fat ass ripple and bounce under the slightest movement.
One of the establishment’s House elves had sat then at a table, oddly having them placed so that they were sharing a corner. They had yet to so much as share a word, something that was making Harry somewhat nervous.
Daphne, despite being known as the Ice Queen, had been talking a lot during his previous date, while this one seemed to be going kind of slow for some reason. As much as he hated to admit it, it was killing his confidence, and he knew it would almost be improper for him to say the first word.
“You know… I don’t really know what to say.” Harry said suddenly, surprising himself by voicing his own thoughts.
Julia put down her menu, something she had been using to distract herself with the past few minutes as she tried and failed to think of ways to introduce herself to Harry Potter in a way that would work. She had seduced plenty of men in her lifetime, yet having a celebrity of his fame sitting with her was somewhat daunting.
“I’m afraid that it’s the same with me.” Julia replied. “Perhaps an introduction? My name is Julia Zabini, but please call me Julia.”
“Err… I’m Harry Potter. But you can just call me Harry.” Harry said awkwardly, in a way that nearly made her laugh, as she half-grinned in amusement. “I should probably apologize over all this.”
“What do you mean?” She asked curiously.
“Over all this Mistress stuff.” Harry replied, rubbing his hair awkwardly. “Narcissa keeps getting ahead of herself on things, and this is like the second time now something like this has happened. I am sorry that you would be placed in a situation like this.”
“Nonsense, there is no need to apologize.” Julia replied, feeling her cheeks redden. Few, if any, men had apologized to her in life. It was a strange feeling for it to start now, especially with Harry doing it, someone who seemed completely oblivious to his own position in this conversation.
She had expected him to show up with a Gringotts-made contract of the strictest possible standards. Julia half expected to lose all her gold today, and to go by the nickname “whore” for the rest of her life. She had been expecting to do all this in order to become Harry’s mistress, allowing her safety from those French Aurors who were after her head.
“I mean, is it true you want to be my… mistress? Narcissa sort of explained it to me, but even then, I don’t really get it.” Harry continued on.
“It is my intent to do so.” Julia nodded. “Even if a House’s Mistress is not the most dignified position, it is the best I can hope for in my position.”
“Oh, well if you want to then I guess it will work out.” Harry shrugged. “I should tell you the same thing I told Cissy, and that you can do anything you want even though you’ll be my… Mistress. Marry, get a job, feel free to live your life as you want.”
Julia felt her vision blur, a strange sense of incomprehension dawning on her mind. It simply did not seem possible for this conversation to become this… odd. She wondered if this is what Narcissa hinted at when it came to Harry Potter. Could any wizard be this… kind?
She looked at him for the first time, or at least really looked at him. Harry Potter was handsome, with black hair and green eyes that reflected the pure power he held within. He was thin, almost to the point she would say he was malnurished at some point, yet he was muscular and strong at the same time.
And finally, there was that strange sensation that drifted from him. A certain feeling one got when near a powerful wizard. There was of course his fame, being that he was one of the most famous wizards alive, and definitely had the influence that came with it, but there was something else. It was almost as if she was sitting next to a personified ley-line in that moment, the power drifting off him almost casually.
She felt a strange need growing within her, a heat between her legs that promised endless lust for the wizard in front of her. Harry seemed content to simply let her live her life, but what if she didn’t want that? She wanted to be his whore. His mistress. The woman he would take his frustrations out on away from his wife, the one who would be his secret backroom relief away from the public eye.
It was a strange depraved world that few witches and wizards spoke of, being the Lord’s Mistress in a Great House. For some reason she found herself wanting to be part of it in that moment, to be Harry Potter’s whore behind the scenes.
“I am quite sure that being your Mistress will satisfy my life’s desires.” Julia replied, giving Harry the look she only gave certain men, while adjusting her poise. He gulped, and clearly adjusting his trousers. “Tell me, Harry, what rigorous trials have you undergone? Even from outside Hogwarts I hear of your adventures.”
She slowly reached her hand over so it was resting on his muscular thigh, the tip of her finger grazing his big, thick, humongous shaft through his trousers. She felt her eyes widen before her gaze turned hungry, knowing that her future Lord wasn’t even hard and yet his shaft was already so massive.
Harry spoke of his adventures in the Triwizard tournament, actually enjoying the conversation with Julia for once instead of feeling apprehensive about the subject. He usually hated talking about his own achievements, not wanting to brag or take credit for things he didn’t feel deserved praise. And yet he was able to talk to her in a relaxing way that made him feel as if he wasn’t saying anything wrong.
She seemed to quite enjoy it actually, nodding and adding her own thoughts to his own. It actually helped him to digest and analyze the insanity that was his life for once instead of just accepting it and moving on.
But there was something… wrong with this situation. The woman across from him was clearly willing to have sex with him. Rough sex, if Narcissa was to be believed, but that didn’t make things right.
He already had Narcissa’s love, and potentially Daphne’s. What else could he need when it came to women? And at a certain point did it just become excessive?
Harry was coming to like Daphne Greengrass.
She was so kind, bright, and his date with her had been one of the best times in his life. The Slytherin witch was so sweet and kind to him, yet so mysterious and interesting at the same time. It brought a nice change of pace to his life, where he could take a breath and enjoy the innocent time he spent with her.
He would not say that he loved her, it was simply too early to decide on such a thing, but he could certainly see himself arriving to that conclusion at some point. Even with that in mind he did his best to indulge her and do what would make her happy.
That said, was it right to see other witches behind Daphne’s back?
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“Please-please-please-please!” The man begged under her.
Her fat ass continued to pound against his muscular thighs, enveloping his shaft insider her tight cervix with each bounce.
She groaned, feeling the man was close to being completely useless in satisfying her. He would be the third muggle she had used this night, and yet she still felt not even a fraction of the pleasure she felt when simply being near Harry Potter.
The muggle she was using now was a bodybuilder, tall and huge with a cock that could make most woman scream in pain. Yet he was useless compared to Harry Potter, and the pleasure she simply recieved by the thought of him at this point.
Only few wizards had the power to turn witches into quivering orgasmic wrecks, a talent as rare as magic might. She had seen it with Narcissa, that cold bitch who practically ruled Britain through her husband, and left him only to find a witch’s dream partner.
Harry Potter had that power, the one she had been unintentionally searching for. He didn’t stare at her tits like most, or the rest of her curvy body even. Instead he looked into her eyes, seemingly more interested in her personality of all things.
Damn it all! She seethed as she pistoned down harder on the muggle man, causing his eyes to roll back as he gurgled and moaned in pleasure. He fired his load, a worthless waste of muggle seed her body simply absorbed. Muggle cum was worthless to her, and it only made her crave Harry Potter’s powerful wizard cum even more.
Julia stood up from the unconscious muggle with contempt, his huge ugly cock flapping out of her cunt. It was a big shaft the muggle possessed, but she knew it wouldn’t compare to Harry’s. She had felt his shaft, if only briefly, and knew that it was something she desired. A cock that would hollow out her insides, obliterate her womb, and bulge out her stomach with its sheer weight. Compared to the muggle before her, she knew Harry was bigger soft than he was hard.
She apparated away, leaving the muggle’s apartment and appearing back in her own bedroom. Julia opened her dresser, and began going through outfits as she mentally prepared for the next time she would see Harry.
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He walked between the rows of plants arranged neatly on the grounds of Greengrass Manor, flowers, herbs, bushes, and everything in between seemed to exist here, all while being surrounded by the greenest grass Harry had ever seen. Green grass indeed.
“Hi Harry!” Daphne waved to him happily, adorned with a pair of brown gardening overalls and a straw hat that simply looked too good on her in his opinion.
He smiled as she approached, and she gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Father told me you would be visiting, I’m sorry that I haven’t dressed up yet.”
“Don’t worry about it, I used to garden for my aunt and uncle all the time.” He replied. “I just wanted to speak to you about some… things.”
Daphne tilted her head, sitting down on a nearby stone bench and prompting him to do the same. “Go on.”
“I erm…” Harry floundered for words. “I am in a relationship, with Narcissa, I mean, and I can’t help but feel that it’s wrong. For me to be with her… while seeing you, that doesn’t seem like something you would be okay with.”
“Oh Harry, why wouldn’t I be okay with it?” Daphne grabbed his hand to comfort him. “She is your courtesan, is she not? It’s acceptable for you to be intimate with her.”
“It just doesn’t exactly feel right.” Harry explained with a shrug. “And that’s not the only thing, Narcissa has set me up with someone she wants to be my Mistress. I’ve met with her, and decided to speak with you before continuing on.”
“I think it would be great if you got a Mistress to service your needs, Harry. Not only that, but it is a mark of a powerful Lord to have not only a Courtesan, but also a Mistress.” She realized he wasn’t convinced.
Daphne rested her hand on his thigh, close enough to his shaft she was able to give it a comfortable stroke through his clothing. Harry gritted back a groan, feeling himself harden almost instantly at her touch. His date with Ms. Zabini earlier had been hard enough, and his girlfriend was only fueling his lust with her actions.
Daphne suddenly removed her hand, placing it back in her lap calmly as he struggled with his lust. “W-What are you doing?”
“You have to want it, Harry.” Daphne replied, looking him intently in the eyes. “Witches like Wizards who take control, who dominate. Your Wife, Courtesan, and Mistress all exist to support you, but you need to control them accordingly. So that’s what you need to do, own me, dominate me. Take me.”
He stared at her with shock, his eyes wide as he processed her words. His mind went back to Narcissa, and his interactions with her. He wasn’t oblivious enough to not notice how she responded to when he was rough, when he took control as Daphne put it. It was an urge he repressed, a desire he kept in the back of his mind that he knew would ruin any woman he touched. Now it was one Daphne wanted.
He thought of Narcissa, of his date earlier with Julia, and finally of the witch in front of him. His cock throbbed, a repressed urge coming to the surface. He would take Narcissa, Julia, and finally, he would take Daphne, claim her, and make her his.
“Very well.” His eyes gained a dark powerful gaze, one that caused Daphne to quiver. “Are you ready to become my personal Witch?”
“Yes sir.” Daphne bit her lip, her thighs rubbing together with need.
“Good.” Harry said with deep satisfaction, causing her arousal to deepen. “Get on your knees.”
Daphne fell to her knees almost instantly, compelled by his words as if they were magically enhanced. Looking down at her made Harry feel powerful, a lewd satisfaction knowing his girlfriend was going to service him. He reached out, ready to take matters into his own hands as she stared intently at the tent in his pants.
Harry suddenly paused, a strange smell in the air getting his attention as he turned. Daphne’s home rested in a large downhill valley, and at the base of the valley itself rested another manor much like her own, one that was on fire.
“Oh no!” Daphne stood, looking close to tears. “That’s Susan’s Manor! Her and her aunt live there!”
-
“Be quiet Susan.” Amelia whispered, looking her niece in the eye as she tried to get her point across.
The wards had alerted her to intruders just in time, and she had been able to grab Susan and pull her into the Manor’s safe room before the fire stated. She had lost almost all of her family in the last war, and had taken every precaution since to ensure it wouldn’t happen again.
Amelia looked about the rubble, the remains of their manor, as she and her niece hid behind a still standing stone fireplace. She could hear the attackers, and a glance told her they would discover them eventually. “Susan, I’m going to need you to escape while I distract them.”
“Auntie, no!” Susan protested, only to quiet when she shushed her. “I’m not leaving you.”
“Everything will be fine.” Amelia said sternly, taking out an emergency portkey from her robes. “This is non-negotiable. When I tell you to run, head to the edge of the wards and and activate this. I will be right behind you.”
Susan hesitantly took the portkey and nodded, while Amelia found an angle to attack the intruders from. “Go.”
Susan ran, right as Amelia fired off her first spell. A cluster bombardment curse hit the group in the middle, throwing many of the intruders sky-high as other spells began to rain down on them from her wand. Bricks, wood, and glass, all the remains of her manor, erupted in explosions around the group of intruders.
She had clearly taken them by suprise, as nearly half the group was killed or incapacitated in the first moments. But soon they retaliated, as the ruined fireplace exploded next to her, followed by an unforgivable curse she narrowly dodged.
She heard one of them yell out in pain suddenly, and a different set of spellfire attack the group. She felt herself seize up, looking over to the side where Susan was attacking them on her own. Her niece down two of them, only for one of them to disarm and stun her before grabbing her unconscious body as a hostage.
“Silly girl.” The Death Eater holding her sneered, his wand pressed against Susan’s neck.
“Let her go!” Amelia yelled, leaving her cover with her wand drawn.
“Madam Bones, how nice of you to reveal yourself.” A slimy, yet familiar, voice greeted her. He was dressed in all black, with a silver mask, an outfit she would recognize anywhere. She recognized the voice too, Travers was a Death Eater who escaped Azkaban with the Imperius defense. He was one of only two Death Eaters left, the other holding her nice hostage.
“Death Eaters. Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort had returned, I guess he was right.” Amelia stated coldly. “It was bold of you to come here, but I guess taking out your opponents inside the Ministry would be your first move.”
“Madam Bones.” Travers spoke, his slimy voice making her skin crawl. “After today, you will find you have no family left. Kill the girl!”
Her eyes widened, heart freezing, wand moving to her niece as the world seemed to slow. Suddenly the Death Eater holding Susan fell over with a stunner, revealing a black haired young man behind him with his wand in hand.
A tan curse, a bone breaker, hit him suddenly in the chest. Travers went to hit him with another curse, only for Amelia to hit him with a vicious bombardment hex that killed him.
Her attention turned to the black haired youth, a man she recognized as Harry Potter as she got closer to him. She got closer and helped him stand, as he clutched his chest in pain.
“Mr. Potter, are you alright?”
“Just a few broken ribs, feels like a bludger hit me.” Potter coughed into his hand. “You’re Ms. Bones, right? Susan’s aunt? You’re very beautiful.”
She held him up, and felt something poking her on the lower half of her body. A look down revealed it was his big cock, as a noticeable bulge was running down his pants. Amelia felt herself blush, imagining how big his shaft must be to make a bulge that big.
She couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation, knowing that it was the shock from the pain that was probably doing this to him. Even then, she did feel a deep satisfaction from causing him to react in such a way. “Thank you, and yes. I am Susan’s aunt, but you can call me Amelia. And you’re quite handsome yourself.”
Where did that come from? She had to wonder as she flirted with her rescuer.
“Hey, um… Amelia, would you go on a date with me after this?” Potter asked, his words somewhat slurred from his injury.
Amelia opened her mouth to decline, he was far too young, too famous, and way too big- well, that last part wasn’t so bad- and it would be a scandal to see the head of the DMLE dating Harry Potter of all people! But, there was the lonely part of her mind that whispered to her, you haven’t been on a date in years, and this is the least you could do to reward your rescuer.
It was that last part that convinced her, as even though all those things were true, she could at least get out and have a good time with Harry Potter. She gave him a peck on the cheek, making him blush in a way that made her giggle again. “I’d love to.”
