The Following Evening - Slytherin Dungeons
Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts, within the secret chambers of the Slytherin Dorm, there were many private spaces dedicated to the House. Each was reserved for a special purpose. A duelling practice chamber, for example.
One such space was currently occupied. The large, black walnut doors were sealed shut with a single motion from Professor Black's wand.
A line of young women stood anxiously but presented their best faces forward as the newly appointed Head of House Slytherin stood in front of them.
Narcissa Black stood tall and proud, dressed in her figure-hugging black dress and outer robes. Her presence, dignified and beautiful, was enough by itself to have the gathered Slytherin women silent.
"Everyone is accounted for, Professor."
"Good." Narcissa nodded curtly and turned her sharp green eyes to the young women, "Now, I'm sure you all are aware of the whispers about the castle as of late. Whispers of Witches gallivanting about the castle. Of promiscuity and immoral behaviour."
The Slytherins gathered there tightened up. They were women who had worked hard to promote a united front. One of modesty and intelligence.
However, as the Professor addressed this matter specifically in a private chamber away from the rest of their female serpents, they became alarmed. Each of them wondered if they would be at fault and blamed by the rest of the House. As they looked around, they recognised each other well, not just as fellow Slytherins or classmates, but because of... mutually shared interests.
Notably, they were quick to notice a lack of the prouder, 'prudish' Slytherins, particularly of the upper years. The women would berate them for the slightest fault in poise and demeanour. Those were all missing. Instead, they recognised each other as those who would whisper in secret about naughty desires and had partaken in the trade of 'illicit' goods. Sex toys and lingerie.
...Only one woman stood out from the rest. The face of their House, Cassandra Vole, stood opposite them. Like a loyal hound, she stood at Lady Narcissa Black's side, looking at them with a mask of indifference.
Silently, the gathered women were filled with a sense of unease. This appeared like a trail to them, with Cassandra throwing them to the gallows.
"...And I'm sure if you're truly Slytherins..." Narcissa continued with her calm, level voice, "Then you are aware of even more unsavoury rumours, hm? Regarding the Gryffindor Witches of the castle and their recent... developments..."
The gathered women shortly glanced at each other. Some in their fourth year looked meaningfully at Pansy Parkinson as if she were to blame for this intervention.
"Well." Narcissa pursed her painted lips, "Let's have a discussion, shall we?"
Her eyes drifted from the line of nervous, stock-still women... to land on Cassandra at her side. They curled up into the faintest smile, "I'm sure it will be... enlightening..."
...
A few dozen Slytherin women stood frozen in silence.
In front of them was Professor Black, as well as Cassandra Vole... But now there was one other.
A wizard.
"Ooooh~! Ah! Ah~! Aaaah..! Oh FUCK! Nnnggghhh💞!"
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
Cassandra Vole, the most respected highbrow of all the Slytherin Witches... was pressed into the floor and fucked like a whore right in front of them. Her fat, naked arse was lifted into the air behind her, getting railed by a muscular, big-dicked wizard.
The fair-skinned, aristocratic beauty of Cassandra had been ruined. Her porcelain cheek smushed against the Slytherin rug, her face held down harshly by a stronger, more dominant arm. All the young ladies who had admired her for so long watched her descend into depravity, smiling like a slut with euphoric tears making a mess of her flawless mascara.
They all watched, panting under their breath with a feeling of intense excitement, as Cassandra's pale, snowy white booty was pounded like dough. Those thick, sinfully broad hips she tried so desperately to conceal from the world were exposed in front of her peers. Her obscenely thick asscheeks, once as pure as freshly fallen snow, were glowing red, rippling from every mighty blow of her new stud's unstoppable hips.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
And the most shocking thing of all was the identity man behind the firm, chiselled muscle holding Cassandra to the floor like a common whore. The hand clutching her blonde hair in a fist, the tight forearm and round bicep flexing with indefiable might—belonged to none other than Harry Potter.
The 'boy-who-lived', who had turned into the Hogwarts Quidditch pretty boy. Gryffindor's Seeker superstar... and then recently... the young man had grown up into Hogwarts' sex dream to the Witches of all Houses, now that he came back in Fourth Year embracing new confidence and charm.
Witches of all Houses shared the same inner thoughts. The quiet, bespectacled young lad with dreamy green eyes had turned into the handsome, tall, well-built dreamboat. A man who was far more assertive, friendly, and frequently flashed roguish smiles and flirtatious quips with the Witches of the castle. Giving them the attention they desperately desired far more than any wizard tended to.
Slytherins tended to avoid Potter the most, but even they had shared these thoughts. Some of them gritted their teeth and envied the 'tactless' Gryffindor sluts who were 'taking advantage' of his 'forgiving nature' by rubbing their obscenely curvy bodies against him whenever they could, 'dirtying' him with their 'pheromones'.
But that was their inherent, repressed desire taking spiteful shape in their minds when left to fester. None of the Slytherins truly knew Harry's real nature. That it was him 'taking advantage' of those horny sluts as much as he could.
None of them could've ever imagined him here in the flesh, dominating Cassandra Vole in hot, crazy sex with the biggest, fattest cock they'd ever see. Not even their wildest, most debauched sexual fantasy had been this perverse.
Together, all of the spectating women were enraptured by the scene. Their pale, powdered cheeks turned rosy with undeniable arousal. Below the tight, stretched chests of their snug winter blazers, each woman felt their nipples stiffen beneath their bras. They panted, squirming, with their plump thighs rubbing together beneath their skirts. Most already felt their knickers soaked completely through as their hands clasped in front of their skirts, aching to stimulate their needy cunts.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
"Oooooh~!" Cassandra let out a genuinely ungraceful moan, eyes rolling back as the thick log of Harry's meaty cock stretched out her tender cunt and hammered at her womb mercilessly. He held his hand tightly to her precious, perfect hair, pinning her down as he fucked her sloppy cunt as he pleased.
She let out an erotic moan that made the Slytherins shiver and squirted all over the proud Slytherin rug in the centre of the room, staining it with her perverse sex juices—the proof of her impurity and indecency.
They all watched her breathlessly. Cassandra Vole was getting debased forever.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
Each one of them felt the power behind those hammering thrusts as the loud, fleshy smacking of hips and Cassandra's guttural, carnal howling battered their minds with the irresistible image of wild, indulgent sex. The room felt hotter, making the sexually charged bodies of the lustful Witches begin to sweat as they resisted the urge to peel off their clothes and release their repressed desires.
Whatever tiny shred of genuine purity existed in these Slytherin Witches' lustful hearts had become entirely tainted. Even if they left this room with their virginities intact… Not a single one of them would ever forget this erotic scene. It would haunt their dreams day and night, tempting them until they finally snapped and chased down the only man who could provide release.
Harry Potter.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
"Fuuuuuucccck~!"
The blushes on the women deepened as Cassandra Vole not only cursed but howled such an 'improper' word as loud as her lungs could manage. Then followed a string of filthy language dirty enough to make each young 'Lady' feel faint.
"Fuck me~!" Cassandra shrieked, eyes rolling back in bliss, "Fuck my horny cunt~! Please, Harry~! My tight little pussy can't stop cumming around this huge cock!"
Every string of foul language made the other Slytherins shiver. Inwardly, they should've felt scorn for the howling harlot on the floor… but they were too busy imagining themselves in her place. Pinned beneath that brute, feeling their virgin slits split open by an absolute stud's oversized cock.
Cassandra hadn't finished.
Her teeth clenched in a tight squeal, and she felt the firm pressure of Harry's hand weighing down on her head. "Yes..! P-Pin me down, my Lord!" She cried out in sex-drunk submission and declared her loyalty, "Slap my fat, obscene ASS! Pull my dirty hair to make me obey! To drive that massive cock in my slutty twat💞!"
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
Cassandra moaned whorishly as her cheek was pressed down even firmer by the grunting man hovering over her, dominating her female form.
As she drooled on the Slytherin rug, she kept crying out, "Yeees~! Hold me down..! Force my cheek to the floor and take my horny cunt as it pleases you! Make me bow at your feet as I deserve..! Teach me to serve you, my Lord! My obscene ass! My fat tits! My hungry pussy! Fuck them all as you please!"
The room was thick with a naughty smell. The hot, sweaty body of a Witch-in-heat getting fucked so ferociously saturated the room with erotic pheromones… mixing with the equally erotic smell of the arousal of over two dozen Slytherin sluts watching this depravity with drooling quims.
Harry growled with primal satisfaction at Cassandra's perverted outcries. He slammed his hips down harder, driving his thick, throbbing cock down in a frenzy. Her juicy cunt was splashing her sex juices all over the place, stirred into a proper mess by his massively swollen cock. His thick, veiny tool was boiling with desire, overwhelmed by the intense urge to breed this bitch on the floor!
"That's right…"
Harry's deep, guttural voice was enough to send a shiver through the crowd of watching Witches. One of them fell to her knees in a squeaking moan, shoving her hand between her clenched-together plump thighs.
Harry held Cassandra down roughly and power-fucked her slutty cunt even harder than before until she devolved into senseless screaming.
"That's right!" He repeated firmly, "My new little Slytherin slut! You've been strutting around the castle with these fat titties bouncing all over the place, shaking this fat, breedable ass with such a slutty, desperate pussy under that skirt! Yet you had the gall to act so uppity like you were better than these girls!"
His scornful words made her cunt squeeze down harshly. It clamped around his cock like it was begging for mercy, trying to stop his brutal ravaging of its tender innocence.
He chuckled as his words made her cum again, spraying another gout onto the already sizeable puddle beneath her quivering knees.
"Fucking slut!" He spat with raw desire, enjoying how hard she came from the rough treatment. He cracked his palm hard on her doughy ass, "It's good to see you finally drop the act! You've got just as much overwhelming libido and built-up sexual frustration as the other sluts you keep harassing! What gives you the right?"
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
Smack~! Smack~!
"Nnnggghh~!" Cassandra came pitifully, eyes squeezing shut in senseless bliss as Harry's strong, mighty hand collided with her cushiony backside loud enough to make the row of women watching flinch in unison. Twice he made that lewd, built-for-sex buttocks ripple like the great sea as he fucked her hard.
He wore a delighted grin on his face, staring down at her fucked-silly expression. He rode her fat ass hard, pounding her cunt into a gooey mess until all her senses left her. He ruined the proud, dignified image of Slytherin's Head Bitch, leaving nothing but the vivid picture of a drooling, quivering cock-addict in the minds of the other women.
They couldn't possibly respect her after this. Not for her 'modesty' and 'purity' at least. Perhaps there was still some chance they'd find some new respect in its place. Like how well she could take a cock, for example.
There was a reason he was being extra hard on this slut.
For one, the apparent effect it had on the gathered crowd of horny, neglected Slytherin women right in front of him.
But more than that… He knew a special secret about Cassandra Vole. One that no one in the castle seemed to be clued in, despite how obvious it was to him. A secret she'd kept so masterfully hidden that even her closest confidants and bunkmates were utterly clueless.
But Harry? All it took was a good long look at her and a stirring of the mighty serpent in his trousers. He knew her secret… because he was experienced. No matter how easy it was to fool the daft wizards of this world or how clever, she'd been to slip beneath the notice of the Witches… He knew.
Because, after all, Harry had fucked his way through dozens of her kind before. Each was just as filthy and horny as she was, begging for more no matter how hard he ploughed her sloppy cunt, pulled her hair, or slapped her ass until it glowed red.
It was the nature of a Veela.
Harry let out a low growl as he sucked in a deep breath. The thick scent hanging in the air was more than just this bitch-in-heat's wild pheromones pumping his libido to fuck her hard and pump her full of his fertile swimmers. It was more than that, the sinful, intoxicating smell of a horribly neglected, painfully horny Veela.
He jerked her once-pristine, flawless hair up tightly in his fist, making her cry out in delight as her head was jerked back. With her face pointed toward the crowd, he hammered her doughy ass roughly from behind, making the girls watch her slutty expression in the heat of their frenzied fornication.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
Every powerful thrust made her cum like crazy on his cock, satiating a little bit more of her wild, critically repressed sexual needs.
"I never would've… imagined..!" He grunted roughly, pulling her neck back even further, so he could watch those fat, naked tits of hers bounce everything he rocked her entire body forward with his slamming hips.
"A Veela!" He cackled with lustful delight, "In Hogwarts all along! I can't believe it! If I'd have known, I would've broken your bed in the Slytherin Dorm on the first night at the castle!"
"Nnnghh~!" Cassandra came wildly at the thought and the feeling of Harry's cock hammering against her quivering cervix. Her womb ached for cum as she screamed in pleasure.
"Why didn't you come to me, hm?" He growled with frustration at her ear, sucking at her neck, "If Fleur's to be believed about a Veela's slutty nature, then you creatures are unrepentant size-queens, right? She sniffed out this fat cock of mine her first night in the castle! Where were you hiding all this time?"
Cassandra couldn't take it and howled out, "I wanted to! Morgana, as my witness, I wanted to so badly~!" It was hard to tell if the tears sliding down her cheeks were grieving for the days of wild sex lost or the pure happiness of enjoying it now, "Every time I saw you in the halls, my womb ached so bad! I never allowed you to get close because I knew the thick~ masculine~ stench of your fat cock would turn me into a beast!"
She continued in a perverse cry. Her voice broke every time Harry's cock slammed through her quivering walls, "I was a stupid bitch~! I'm sorry, Harry! My Lord!" She apologised, flexing her tender inner walls to make it up to Harry's cock for her neglectful mistake, "I only worried about my image! Every time I got too close to you and caught a whiff of that… this…"
Her eyes fluttered, rolling back in euphoria, "This magnificent COCK~! Even a hint of its smell from across the Great Hall was enough to make me go mad! I was scared! I feared that if I got too close… I wouldn't be able to stop myself from pouncing on you!"
Cassandra spent her nights starving for the cock of a man she'd never even spoken to, just out of frightfulness of her own nature. She couldn't trust herself to even look at him… and if the worst came to pass and she'd raped the wizarding world's greatest hero… exposed herself as a Veela… Her life would be ruined.
"Silly girl!" Harry muttered quietly, pausing the rough, harsh sex for just a moment.
"H-haah? Ullrrcck~?!" Her confused moan turned into a choking gasp. Harry's firm, strong hand suddenly hooked beneath her arm and reached around, squishing one of her fat breasts with his forearm as he wrapped strong fingers around her slender, swan-like neck.
He jerked her messy face over to look at him as he squeezed her throat gently.
"Ccllck..! Ghck!" She softly choked but had nothing but perverse delight in her expression. A look that begged to be used and abused.
'These Slytherin sluts…' Harry's thoughts were storming with darker impulses. That look of debased desire and submission made him want to bully her. She seemed hungry for it. He thought of Pansy, who came hardest when he spanked her fat tush raw. Then Astoria, who became obsessed with chains, gags and blindfolds after one night of hard dicking.
'Even for Witches... it's like Slytherins are all deviant little masochists…' He thought to himself, watching the way her expression warped with ecstasy.
"Silly girl..." He muttered again to the woman who had to be at least three years his elder. He looked at the crazed, makeup-smeared look of whorish delight on her face, "It's a shame this wretched society pressured you to think like that... But I'll not tolerate it anymore."
Then Harry raised his vibrant green eyes to meet the gaze of some twenty or so red-faced Slytherins. Each woman he dragged his eyes across shivered under his gaze, gasping. He raised his voice to the lot of them, "That goes for you too."
"..!" The women softly gasped as he addressed them, giving him their full attention. The look in their eyes was something special. It was confused, excited, and scandalised all at once. But above all, it was horny.
Those looks made him feel like they'd gladly kneel down and collar themselves if they'd get to join Cassandra on the floor.
He addressed them all, with their Head Witch naked and whimpering in his grasp, sheathed on his cock, "All of you Witches have tried so hard to mask who you really are... You've tried to bury that dirty little slut inside, the part of your nature that just wants to get thrown to the floor by a big-dicked wizard and fucked like a bitch."
His words had a visible effect on them. None of them could hide their expressions anymore. A group of polite, ladylike women broke into rosy-cheeked, carnal expressions, biting their lips and begging him with their eyes.
"It's painful, isn't it?" He asked them, glancing at the whimpering seventh-year in his grasp. Cassandra opened her mouth to speak, to beg him to fuck her hard, but his fingers squeezed her throat to silence her.
"..!" The women still said nothing. They felt like they were forbidden from speaking in his presence. They were watching him treat Cassandra so roughly. What would happen if they spoke up?
"It's against your nature. It's self-destructive and foolish." Harry said scornfully and shook his head, "Answer me this. How many of you would be happy landing the richest, wealthiest wizard in the world... If it meant you'd never get a taste of sexual pleasure?"
The gathered ladies sucked in breaths as they looked at each other. They squirmed, hugging their arms under their large, jutting breasts and squeezing their thick thighs. Each one of them had a body built for sex. Built for motherhood. With hips wide, perfect for childbirth, and breasts sizable enough to feed litters. With that obscene shape came an equally obscene curse. A body that craved sexual pleasure. To live a life without it? It sounded maddening.
As the Witches thought it over, staring with undisguised envy at their naked, squealing upper-classman, none of them could provide a response. Even women that had been raised in a pure-blood Household, instructed by their sexually frustrated mothers to leave behind their hopes of a satisfying marriage... Even to them, the wealthiest man on earth seemed a poor choice right now... With Harry Potter's cock in front of them.
He smiled with superiority, sending a shiver down their spines, "It sounds horrid, doesn't it? Wouldn't you rather indulge in some real sex? To finally feel your tight, drooling twats get stretched out by a fat cock? To get pounded until you're nothing but a drooling, giggling mess..? Like your little Veela Housemate here?" Harry gave Cassandra a harsh spank on her fat ass, making her moan with delight.
By now, the crowd of Slytherins looked ready to break. They were all red-faced and panting. Some had fallen to their knees on jelly legs. Others abandoned their sense of shame and were blatantly cupping their skirts, trying to stimulate their overly-sensitive pussies.
Harry grinned savagely, "That's what I thought... But if somehow you're not convinced... Let me show you exactly what you're missing..!"
Cassandra was in a lustful daze, bumping her tight cunt back against Harry's whole, swollen cock. Her awareness had been lost in the pleasure. She didn't even recognise what a depraved look she was showing her peers and underclassmen. The Witches that were supposed to be looking up to her for guidance. All she cared about was dick.
So when Harry grabbed her roughly and pushed her back down onto the floor, she squealed with complete delight. He rose up, planting one foot on the floor for proper leverage and began to hammer her sloppy cunt until she'd lost her senses entirely. She became a moaning, screaming mess as Harry Potter jack-hammered her sex-starved Veela cunt.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
The horny Slytherin women were treated to a genuinely debauched show. A Veela, drunk on pleasure, saturated the room with her Allure as she indulged in her greatest joy, fueling Harry's desire to fuck her harder still. He pummeled her ass raw, fucking her deep into the House rug with his hugely swollen cock.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
The horny voyeurs couldn't take it. Maybe they understood what Harry was showing them... or perhaps they just didn't care anymore. Some of them were pulling off their clothes, jerking up their tight blazers to reach their hands up to fondle their huge breasts and engorged nipples. Others had their skirts down around their knees or their hands buried beneath the band, furiously rubbing their soaking wet cunts. Some were leaning on a nearby friend, using their body as a source of pleasure as they desperately grinded against them.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
Beyond the euphoric, senseless screaming of a fucked-silly Veela bitch, the room was saturated with the thick scent of hot and horny Witches and the sound of erotic panting.
Harry grunted savagely, holding the Veela down in front of the Slytherins and fucking her spasming cunt until he had reached his own climax. He was worked up as much as he could be. His blood boiled with desire, with the need to breed this sexual, hyper-fertile creature right here and now, in front of all her Housemates.
He wanted nothing more than to hose down this bodacious Veela's fertile womb and give it the gift of his progeny.
"You are mine, Cassandra..!" He roared with satisfaction, pounding his muscular hips into her squishy backside one last time, "Get knocked up!" His cocktip flared hugely at the gates of her thirsty, begging womb and blasted it full of the thick, creamy spunk it was salivating for.
The Veela let out a high-pitched, angelic cry of primal satisfaction, reaching a high climax beyond her wildest imagination at the feeling of being seeded by this powerful wizard. As a creature of sex and desire, her pitched voice at the height of sexual pleasure was like a siren song, fueling the desires of all the other Slytherin women who were watching.
"Haah..!" With rich, heavy pants, the Slytherin sluts watched, drooling, as Harry Potter bred Cassandra Vole like his bitch, and pumped her snug cunt full of virile seed. It was so much creamy, rich cum that it spilt all over the great crest that symbolised their House on the rug beneath their joint sexes.
Harry drew his messy cock from her honey pot, giving her thick booty one last good swat as he draped its hard length over one of her fat cheeks.
When he looked up, he saw a crowd of women. They appeared more like horny beasts than they did as upright ladies of high standing and class.
He smiled meaningfully and pulled Cassandra's body over. The Veela let out a whimpering moan, drooling on the rug, and let him do as he pleased. He pointed her thick, doughy backside to the onlooking crowd, grabbing those hefty cheeks and pulling them wide.
The gathered Slytherin sluts drooled at the sight of Cassandra's flushed-red abused cunt, as it gaped and flooded with a thick river of fertile semen, showing just how much he'd pumped into her womb.
Harry rose up off the floor, standing tall and proud in his well-built glory. And with his giant veiny cock still blatantly erect. The gathered Witches stared speechlessly at the entire length and girth of his massive prick.
He relished the naughty looks on the Slytherin's faces and reached his hand outward. Summoning his wand, Harry cast a simple, wordless spell. The women watched with perverse interest as Cassandra's body slowly levitated off the ground. She flipped over, her long blonde hair falling to the floor beneath her as she had lulled back.
Harry slapped his fat, messy cock on her make-up-ruined, tear-streaked face, clicking his tongue, "Such a mess you've made... Clean it up, slut."
Cassandra was utterly out of sorts, but her nostrils flared like the scent of his messy, musky cock was enough to rouse her. Her lips parted automatically, and her tongue came out, licking at the air hungrily... until Harry shoved that colossal cockhead into her gob, gagging her with a forceful thrust.
With the woman suspended upside down by Harry's casual use of magic, she was at the perfect height for him to simply push his hips forward into her open mouth. The angle made her throat give way easily, stretching around his girthy prick just as snugly as her pussy.
"Chlllcck~!"
The women watched her slender, swan-like neck get stretched obscenely by the massive, slick cock. Their mouths watered at the sight of it, wondering what such an experience felt like.
Harry held the side of her face. She still seemed delirious, softly gagging and choking painlessly as he began to give her a wet, slobbery skull-fuck. He used a bit of magic to make sure she could adequately throat his monster cock, since this Veela slut was so woefully inexperienced.
"Now then…" Harry turned a predatory gaze to the rest of the gathered Slytherins. He scanned the crowd, pinning them each with a lingering look like he was choosing the next slut to ruin with his massive cock. They all looked eager at the prospect.
"Let's get to the point of the matter, shall we?" He suddenly said, gathering their full attention. He turned to the side, "Narcissa, dear?"
"Yes, my Lord?"
The sexy, unbelievable bombshell that was Slytherin's new Head of House had been standing just behind him, watching this entire show with a glass of fine wine to savour the experience.
The students were shocked, having been so drawn into Harry's display of debauchery that they forgot she was even here. Now their eyes jerked open wide as their cunning minds leapt to nigh-unbelievable, lewd conclusions involving the castle's newest favourite Professor and the stud that just ruined their Head Witch.
Narcissa came sauntering over with dark heels and a sensual sway to her full, fuckable hips. Her deep, milky white cleavage was still abundant in presentation in her sinful black figure-hugging dress. She pressed that huge cleavage into her naked lover, flashing him with a deep, meaningful look that had the Slytherin crowd speechless.
Then to their utter shock, he reached over, grabbed a strong handful of her hefty MILF booty in one big squeeze and gave her a wet, tongue-twirling kiss on her painted green lips.
He smooched her heatedly, giving that extra-thick rump of hers a proper swat, "You're overdressed." He said in a low growl.
She looked delighted, smirking as she raised her hand and snapped her fingers, "Yes, my lord…" Her black dress slipped off her pale shoulders like a liquid, pooling at her feet.
"..!" Loud gasps filled the air as the luxurious, expensive lingerie that covered Narcissa's bombshell body revealed the truth of the matter.
Her little illusion still covered her pregnant belly… but not the black ink just above her lace knickers that proudly announced her status as 'Harry Potter's baby-maker'.
"Parkinson."
Harry called out with a meaningful tease to his tone. They all froze as he randomly called the name of one of the women in the crowd. Heads jerked around, spying the black-haired woman on the left side, hand buried down her knickers.
"Bring that tight ass over here." He roughly called.
The crowd of women knew Pansy's infamously hostile relationship with Harry Potter and suddenly were filled with jealousy and envy toward the 'lucky witch'.
But none of them expected Pansy's response.
Pansy softly squealed, "Fuck yes~! Finally..!" And practically skipped into his waiting arms. The hot gazes of the worked-up Slytherins burned into her back.
Then, to their shock, he greeted her just the same. They watched him reach behind, jerk up her skirt and grab two big handfuls of her doughy, pasty-white ass. He groped the hell out of it, giving it a few mean spanks as he sucked her tongue in a forceful kiss.
Then he roughly waved his hand in an annoyed, dismissive gesture. They gasped as the clothes tore from Pansy's body, splitting seams and falling off her luscious curves as her uniform was banished to the floor in front of them.
Harry grabbed her shoulders… and turned her around.
"!!!"
There were only a scant few Slytherins in the room that didn't let out a loud exclamation of surprise. The few that shared Pansy's own dorm room and shower and had already seen the proof for themselves… and a particular pair of Slytherin sisters.
Everyone else had their jaws open wide, staring at the round, unmistakably pregnant shape of Pansy's belly. Harry reached around, kissing her neck as she moaned like a slut. He grabbed a big squeeze of her soft, squishy breast, pinching and pulling roughly on her nipple like he expected milk to spray out. She moaned with pleasure.
Then he slid his hand down, cradling her round three-month baby bump with a surprisingly gentle, affectionate touch.
"Narcissa…" He pulled Slytherin's hot MILF into his other side, "Drop it."
She gladly responded by twirling her black wand through the air. The illusion finally fell, revealing an even bigger, fuller belly that drew out an even greater response from the crowd.
"!!!"
Harry's true nature was finally revealed in all its glory. He stood there like a conqueror, one naked pregnant Witch happily preening under his touch with a superior smirk, and on his other side… A floating, Veela slut still throating his cock, suspended by his magic. At the same time, their MILFy Head of House leaned over her floating body to press her full tits into his side and hold his hand to her pregnant belly.
But he wasn't done.
"Daphne... Astoria... and Tracey. You girls, come join us as well."
The crowd of Slytherins was shocked as Witches amongst their ranks walked out, shedding their robes and skirts to the floor as they went. They
"So…" Harry chuckled, eyeing the shocked-speechless crowd of Slytherin sluts, "Let's get to the point of this little meeting, shall we?"
He rubbed his hands down the curve of the two pregnant bellies in his grasp, drawing his cock from the slick tunnel of Cassandra's throat. He slapped it down over her face as she moaned senselessly.
"You girls have been pressured all your lives to hide your inner sluts… And here in Slytherin, you've all been so obsessed with your public image, especially the older years, that you've even shamed or ostracised those who failed to maintain your idea of 'decency.'" He emphasised his words, slapping the red cheeks of their once-respected 'Head Witch' Cassandra Vole with his massive, spit-shined cock.
"No more." He declared, "As you can see, my own little Slytherin slut Pansy here has embraced her sexuality. I fucked those silly ideas of 'modesty' out of her head back on the train when I spent the full eight hours teaching her tight, inexperienced cunt how to properly take a wizard's cock."
"Of course," He snorted humorously, smirking at the expressions within the crowd, "With how fertile my cum is, she probably got knocked up on the first go, but I went ahead and kept pumping her full... just to be sure. She was begging for it anyway." He added, turning his head to see her eager, excited grin.
"So naturally…" He continued his little speech, "My little broken-in Slytherin slut won't be holding up to your precious ideas of 'ladylike behaviour'. Not when she realised she could just cast that aside for a proper wizard with a big enough dick to leave her passed-out drooling into a pillow every night."
"..!" The Slytherins stared with eyes that failed to mask their raw arousal and looks of jealousy and envy toward Pansy. Some were just locked on her pregnant belly, a hand on their own abdomen in silent awe.
"But even so..!" Harry raised his voice into a stern, domineering tone, addressing the gathered Witches in green, "I won't tolerate any such shaming toward my girls, understand? If you've got a problem with Pansy's behaviour around the castle… Or ANY such 'promiscuous' girls, take Gryffindor, for example. You'll have to answer to ME."
The eyes of the voyeuristic Slytherins dipped down to that massive, weighty cock draped over Cassandra's eyes like a club. As the bright minds of Slytherin, they understood his silent meaning. It was proof of what would happen to the haughty slut that tried to impress her prudish ways on Harry's women. His meaningful words filled them with the urge to fall to their knees in submission.
Like he could see those filthy, masochistic thoughts clear as day on their faces, Harry began to chuckle.
"Of course…" He flashed a deep, roguish smirk at the crowd of horny women, "That's just a warning to those of you who choose a sexless life of luxury with some rich, limp-dicked wizard husband."
Their eyes jerked up in unison, flashing with excitement and hope as his words lingered in the silence of the room.
"On the other hand… If there's any of you who'd like to join Pansy and Narcissa over here… and feel the satisfaction of raw, sweaty, baby-making sex..!" He cracked a perverse grin, "Then I'll gladly introduce your slutty, sex-starved pussies into a whole new world of pleasure. All you have to do… is drop your knickers to the floor and line up against the wall."
"…"
A shocked silence permeated the air. A moment extended for what felt like forever as the Slytherin women stared at Harry in barely restrained arousal. His thick, juicy cock with mouthwatering gazes. They looked at Pansy's pregnant baby bump with envy in their eyes and an ache in their wombs.
Then they glanced at each other. The only real lingering pause was born from their years in the serpent den. A life in the castle of constantly checking each other or being checked by the women of the upper years. None moved for fear of being ostracised or worse by the rest of Slytherin.
…But that moment of fear only lasted for about two seconds. After all… Harry had Cassandra Vole and Narcissa Black on his side. The two foremost authorities in the Slytherin hierarchy. And the urges of Witches weren't so easily held back.
"A-are you serious..?" Came a muttered word. The gazes of the Slytherins turned to a red-faced, black-haired Witch, who had her plush thighs squeezed tight. She was tugging her skirt down to try and cover the mess of juices slipping down.
"Absolutely," Harry responded firmly.
"..!"
Harry grinned savagely as one of the front girls in the crowd jerked up her skirt and quickly chucked off her knickers, pulling them down like she couldn't wait to get out of them. She looked at him with raw desire, silently begging to be the next Witch broken on his cock.
That sparked the rest of the room into motion.
In true Slytherin fashion, these naughty sluts dropped their knickers one by one without a single spoken word. They stood there frozen, feeling their bare pussies dripping beneath their skirts.
Harry laughed with satisfaction, "Perfect…" He raised his wand, and a pulse of magic washed over the line of Witches.
They all let out a shriek or a moan of surprise as their buttoned skirts popped open and jerked off their hips, flinging themselves to a pile across the room. Now they were left bottomless, soaking pink twats exposed for his hungry eyes to devour.
As modest Witches, they made to cover themselves… but gave pause. They glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes.
Harry saw sparks fly. A little House Rivalry sparked, causing a deadlock. Once the girls realised that some were leaving themselves exposed to him... they worried they'd miss out... and slowly moved their hands behind their backs, giving Harry an unobscured look at their naughty, drooling pussy lips and trimmed pubic hair.
It was rivalry. Out of fear of Harry choosing another Witch first, they were silently pressured to cast off their instincts and bare their naked cunts to his hungry gaze.
He smiled delightedly, "That's exactly what I wanted to see, ladies… Now up against the wall."
Silently, Harry was treated to a glorious view. The myriad of plush, fuckable backsides of a couple dozen Slytherin sluts, bending forward with their hands against the castle wall or bookcase, presenting him with a line of horny, drooling cunts to fuck.
...
Plap~! Plap~ Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
The sound of loud, thwapping flesh filled the private chamber, as did the thick scent of dozens of Witches' sex pheromones. Women, once proud and chaste, eagerly lined up, leaning forward with their naked backsides up in the air, trying to tempt a male to come over and mount them.
Each of them was crazy with arousal, panting and whining like bitches. All their eyes were drawn to the lucky Witch in the middle, getting railed senseless by Harry's incredible cock.
Plap~! Plap~ Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
Her fat ass was already pounded raw as Harry judged her wide hips and fertile cunt suitable for carrying his family line. His thick, meaty rod carved a violent tunnel to her core as his heavy balls churned a fresh batch of breeding spunk to plant in her womb.
"YES~! HARDER Harry💕! Pound my cunt, silly~! Fuck me stupid with that giant Gryffindor cock~!"
A slew of filthy words unfitting for a Slytherin dame filled the air. It was accompanied by the utterly lewd, wet sound of slick sexes slapping together to satiate unbridled lust.
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!
"Oh shit..! R-right there..!" Another woman gasped with delight, her face a look of pure joy.
"M-more..! I-I'm gonna cum again..!" A third gasped, her legs trembling like jelly.
The two women on either side of the lucky Witch getting pussy-pounded were enjoying Harry's talented fingers deep in their soaking quims. He was stirring up their sex juices, getting their loins warmed up nicely in preparation for their own round of hot sex.
Harry jerked his fingers free of the spasming cunt on his left and sucked the juices from his fingers. Then he waved his hand over her and chanted, "Levosia!"
Showing respectable mastery over the classic levitation charm, Harry suspended the Witch in the air and dragged her supple, squishy thighs forward until they were squeezing his face in passion.
"Oh, dear morgana~!" The ecstatic Slytherin cried, heart pounding as she was suspended in the air by nothing but Harry's magic. At the same time, he feasted on her sensitive, quivering cunt.
Beside them, there was still a substantial line of naked backsides thrust out in patient presentation. Submissive Slytherin Sluts, who didn't dare to step out of line and risk their spot in the line of eager, anticipating pussies.
"Mnngh..! M-my lady..!" The next woman in line, a shorter, more petite brunette, whimpered.
"Ssshh..." The sultry voice of the House's buxom MILF soothed her. Narcissa leaned over the young woman, slipping her fingers down to the sopping pink sex to slide into her tight, clamping hole, "Mm... Just relax. We'll take care of you."
She whimpered as Narcissa's fingers reached deep into her sex, and the woman getting fucked brutally beside her let out an ear-piercing squeal.
"OH YEEEES~! Breed me, Harry💞~!"
Every Witch down the line shivered, their naughty quims drooling with desire. They all recognised it by now, the sound of ecstasy that followed a Witch receiving one of Harry's unbelievably large loads of rich cum in their needy twats. Each of them ached to be next.
Harry grunted with satisfaction, drawing the massive, throbbing trunk of his fat cock out of the gushing, creampied cunt. He gave her pale, thick ass one last spank and went straight to the next girl.
Like a dutiful wife, Narcissa had already worked her up. She was plenty wet with arousal, but Narcissa saved him the prep work. She cast a unique chain of spells he'd taught her to ensure she was prepared to take his prominent size painlessly on her first go.
Then the Head of Slytherin House reached down with her elegant fingers, cradling his obscenely huge, Witch-breaking cock and affectionately guiding it into the sex of one of her eager pupils. Narcissa took a special kind of delight in watching these proud Slytherin Sluts fall to her lover's virility.
"O-Oh fuck..!" The sweeter, softer-spoken Slytherin cursed, "I-It's so big..!" Her eyes squeezed shut as her tight cunt was split open.
The night raged in raw passion and indulgent sex. A line of eager Slytherin sluts provided their thick, breedable hips and fertile sexes for him to fuck and impregnate as he pleased.
Narcissa revelled in her sinful desires, giving each young Lady her tender, caring attention as she prepared them as breeding stock for her husband.
Tracey, Astoria, Pansy, and, to a lesser extent, Daphne were tasked with keeping the group of frustrated, overly aroused women in check. That meant 'treating' the randy sluts who got too worked up with their lips, tongues, or a special box of enchanted Veela toys to keep them good and obedient while they waited for their turns.
Each one was fucked roughly against the dungeon's wall until their shaking knees gave out, and they fell to the floor, flooding with fresh cum from their creampied twats. Their bodies were wracked with powerful, intense orgasms.
With the sexual energy and desire so potent in the room, it didn't take long for him to fuck his way through the entire crowd, leaving the room a mess of half-naked Witches drooling and moaning on the floor and sexual fluids spilt across the floor.
He didn't give each woman much time under his focus, but he used the time well. Each and every one of them had their blouses ripped open, their fat tits squeezed, their nipples pinched roughly, and at least a few red hickeys or bite marks on their necks.
They were all virgins... and for virgins, this experience was far too much for them. So by the end of just a steamy, quick fuck they were all left in a heap on the floor. Struggling to pull their heads down from the clouds after such a life-changing experience.
...
Harry stood tall, his chiselled physique lightly glistening with a sheen of sweat.
Tracey was beneath him, huffing like a pervert as she licked his rock-hard abs. Pansy was cleaning his cock with a slutty, drooling deepthroat, smearing freshly-applied lipstick in dark rings around the root.
"Narcissa." He looked to the side, "Did you bring what I asked?"
The noblewoman bowed with a sly smile, flashing deep cleavage in her tight lace lingerie, "Of course, my lord."
As the Slytherin ladies gathered their wits, staring at Harry's still-hard cock, Narcissa returned. She held something delicately in both hands. It was a vial, much thicker around the oval base than a standard potion. It was a richly ornate vial decorated in silver. It drew the eye of curious Witches as she carried it and offered it to her husband.
Inside bubbled a magical potion. It was deep purple in colour, seemingly glowing in the dim dungeon light. The liquid swirled in a strange pattern, mixed with hints of reds and pinks.
He grabbed the vial's elongated spout, letting Narcissa pull the stopper free with a pop. A violet fog began to spill from the brim.
"..! Haah!" Sharp gasps and inhalations came from the young women around him. Astoria and Tracey moaned throatily. Pansy choked on his cock, eyes rolling back a drunken look of lust.
"Mmmm..." Narcissa breathed it in, closing her eyes to inhale the intense aroma. Her deep emerald eyes fluttered as she grew a sensual smile, "It came out perfect~"
It smelled like pure sex. Its magical aroma was whatever scent brought out the most primal sexual urges in those who breathed it in. The scent that would arouse you most of all.
To Astoria, it smelled like she'd buried her nose in Harry's sweaty, musky nutsack. To Pansy, it was like her entire face was caked in his rich, pungent cum.
To Harry... It didn't smell notably different from the rest of the room. After all, he was already immersed in his wildest desire. A room full of fresh, fertile wombs and dialed-up female pheromones. It just had a bit more of a condensed scent to it. One that made his cock swell in Pansy's throat.
Just in a matter of moments of the stopper being pulled, the intoxicating smell of the magical potion permeated the room. To all the Witches who smelled that intense aphrodisiac, it told them just how potent that potion was. They shivered at the prospect of its purpose.
What would it do to the one who imbibed it?
"Bottoms up." Harry muttered and threw it back. In heavy gulps, he drank a perfectly brewed dose of a Black speciality tincture.
It tasted exactly like he expected. A sizzling mixture of hundreds of somehow recognisable flavours. The sweet love nectar of Hermione, Ginny, Narcissa, and so many more danced across his tongue. It was chased by a thicker, creamy taste. Molly's breastmilk. All of that atop a base of rich red wine. It stimulated his libido intensely as it lingered on his tongue.
"Clllck~! Glllllck~!" Pansy began to choke, gagging on the thick meat of his massive cock. He squeezed one hand around her silky black pixie cut and dragged her sloppy, drooling mouth off his cock. She coughed and sputtered, eyeing his cock with a look of awe.
The gathered girls all stared in awe.
Harry let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
Jutting from his groin like a mighty spear, they watched as Harry's cock swelled even bigger. The thick veins seemed even more prominent, pumping his engorged shaft with blood. The flaring cocktip leaked a steady stream of clear Cowper fluid like a salivating beast. Below that ominous pillar, his two heavy testicles swelled. Bloated with fresh, fertile cum to breed Witches by the dozen.
Even after his growing harem of pregnant Witches began to soar into unthinkable numbers... Not once had Harry's cock wilted in the face of an aroused female. His throbbing cock stayed stubbornly erect. His balls worked faithfully, pumping as much baby batter as required to let every Witch have her fill.
So a potion like this wasn't required... But Harry decided to have Narcissa try her hand at brewing it on his behalf, for her own knowledge's sake...and his own indulgent pleasure.
'If I'm going to fuck over Slytherin...' His train of thought followed, 'I might as well do it properly!'
After taking his place as the sole heir of the virile Black Family, Harry's thoughts and feelings toward the Den of Snakes twisted. Instead of disdain or petty schoolyard rivalry, Harry felt nothing but pity toward the wizards of the House... and an entirely new perspective toward its Witches.
A little spark of that old rivalry lingered in his heart... But instead of making Malfoy a fool on the Quidditch Pitch... Harry wanted to see these Slytherin sluts lose themselves on his cock. To get addicted to his cock, and beg for the right to worship it.
Now that mighty, heavy cock was throbbing and twitching angrily, itching to bury itself in a snug cunt and pump it full of its hyper-fertile baby-making seed. He wouldn't be able to leave the room satisfied until each and every one of these sex-starved sluts was swollen with his cum and undeniably pregnant.
Harry sucked in a deep breath. The air was heavy with the pheromones of fertile female Witches, driving him wild with instincts to breed. He felt like he had fresh off the Family Rituals when he'd arrived at The Burrow and got his first look at Hermione and Ginny's absurdly curvy, sex-pot bodies for the first time.
His fist still clutching Pansy's hair, he dragged her face back to his cock, making her moan as she sucked up the drooling pre-cum from his leaky tip.
Then he looked over to his bombshell wife, admiring her milky-white cleavage in that snug lace bra. He was filled with the urge to manhandle those plush, soft titties and plug her pregnant pussy with his hard cock... But contained his urges for a few more moments, instead pushing his cocktip between Pansy's stretched-wide lips.
"Narcissa…"
"Yes, my lord?"
"As much as I loathe to admit it, large, complex conjurations are still a bit out of my depth… And animation is even further still…"
"To be mastered in due time," Narcissa's rich, velvet voice oozed with unshakable confidence for him.
He gave a genuine smile, "Yes, well… It's no rush, so long as I have you by my side…"
"Mmm~" She purred, curling her soft body into his, making sure to squish those fat, MILFy breasts against his muscles.
"Lend me your wand, love." Harry requested, staring into her smoky, sinful green eyes.
"By your command." She whispered with devotion as she placed a loving smooch on his neck.
Her hand slipped down to curl her slender fingers into his, holding her lover's hand as she dropped her wand into her other.
The flushed, desperately aroused Slytherin Witches watched as the Lord and Lady Black raised their wands together. Harry, with his creative mind to conjure the idea into being, and Narcissa, with her undeniable skill to bring it to life.
The busty, eager Witches shrieked with a mixture of surprise, flashes of fear, and pure, eager delight. A storm of silver chains descended on them, grabbing ankles and wrists, whisking them into the air. These weren't just simple chains. They were silver-enchanted serpents who hissed and snapped at the girls in their clutches.
But as they shrieked in surprise, they felt no pain. Soon, those shrieks turned into delight as their robes, blazers, undershirts and skirts were ripped to bits and fluttered to the floor beneath them.
They all moaned as one, feet dangling from the floor as they were helplessly suspended by enchanted chains.
A slight clattering sound echoed, causing the girls to fall silent. Each of them realised, wide-eyed and panting… that their wand had just slipped, falling to the floor out of their grasp.
Now, they were defenceless, without a wand and bound in chains.
They were entirely at Harry's mercy. Bound and helpless.
"Oh, Morgana..!" An overly aroused Slytherin struggled helplessly against the silver serpents holding her arms behind her. When she couldn't move, she shivered on the spot, and her pink slit sprayed a brief gout of her excitement onto the floor.
"Oh fuck..! W-we're helpless..." Another gasped with an excitement-laced tone.
"W-we're fucked💓" A third breathed, rattling her chains to prove its futility.
Each one of them had a drunken look of lust prominently on their pretty features. There was excitement, arousal, and some amount of trepidatious anticipation... But not a single one of them looked uncomfortable. They all looked happier now that they were bound in chains... here in the Slytherin Dungeon.
"Astoria... Did you fetch the playbox for us?"
"Yes, Harry💞" The naked, fat-assed Greengrass sister presented a larger, dark-walnut box embellished with silver filigree. She looked proud and pleased to present this to him despite the box's contents.
He pulled it open, looking down at the sparkling silver that shined inside.
Harry chuckled deeply, "Mm. Apolline really came through. These are lovely."
Harry had given Apolline a task. Since she was just sitting on her fine, thick ass while Narcissa juggled her work as a Professor with her wild sex life and developing pregnancy, he put her to work some time ago. His task was to provide the sexually liberated Witches in his growing harem with some source of adult goods.
In this prudish, abstinent society, even things like lingerie were hard to find. Only women from families like the Weasleys knew to sneak into muggle shops for that sort of thing. There wasn't even any secret women's society or 'smuggling' thing going on in the higher circles of their society. At least, none that Narcissa knew, and he figured she, of all people, would.
It was simply too risky. Any Lady exposed for even conspiring in such a scandal would be ruined forever in their society. So, instead, they suffered in silence, rejecting their nature out of fear and pressure.
So any amount of lingerie or sex toys 'smuggled' into the wizarding world and thereafter into Hogwarts was jealously kept. Lace knickers and simple dildos became a currency amongst Hogwarts' Witches, who hungrily sought after any way to relieve their urges in this castle.
But for the women Harry 'liberated' and taught to embrace their sexuality and desire, he wanted more. He wanted to give them tools to vent their desire in all manner of ways. Lingerie and provocative clothing to dress and feel sexy. Sex toys to help themselves or each other with their natural desires.
Apolline was looking to procure some sort of permanent solution. Between Narcissa and Apolline, they had the talented wands to conjure and enchant such things... But Harry's harem was growing exponentially, and it wasn't as if two women could provide dozens of crazy sluts, entire wardrobes of enchanted fetish wear or collections of sex toys. They needed a regular supply. A 'dealer.'
It would be expensive... But they had the means. Funnily enough, money was the least of their concerns. Between just Harry and his new wife Narcissa, they could afford such indulgences. But then he also had Apolline, who was wealthy on her own, and an entire group of famous Bulgarian Cheerleaders who would happily throw money at the chance to get some sexy lingerie or new, exciting toys.
But in the meantime... Apolline had the time to custom-make some special gifts for a list of women in green.
He stared down into the box, which was even more expansive on the inside than it appeared. What he saw was gleaming, polished silver bands wrapped around an embossed large circular emerald. But this wasn't jewellery. It was the rounded knob of moderately sized butt plugs prepared for the tight asses of the Slytherin sluts.
Harry chuckled as he stared inside the box. Plenty for every Witch in the room, with about half a dozen to spare.
Astoria looked excited most of all because the similar piece of polished silver plugged into her tight ass was the first of this set.
"Go on then..." He snickered at her, "Get them ready for me."
With his command, Astoria, Pansy, Tracey and Daphne began pulling toys from the box. Narcissa walked around to cast lubrication charms on each of the tied-up Slytherins. Then they moaned as their tight, virgin assholes were stretched for the first time by a moderately sized butt plug.
"Loosen them up..." Harry said, eyeing their naked bodies as he stroked his hard, aching cock, "I'm not finished until I've trained all of their holes to take my cock."
"..!"
His sinful promise sent a wave through the tingling bodies of the horny Witches. Each of them felt their bodies tighten up. Some of them had never even considered sex with their backdoor. They found themselves strangely excited by the perverse, taboo idea.
"O-Our bums..? W-why..?" One of them asked in a trembling voice.
"Oooh..!"
She jerked her head to the side to see the sixth-year Witch beside her moaning openly.
"Damn..! You're tight back here!" Tracey commented, slowly pushing the toy into the older woman's ass, "Don't tell me you've never played with this end!" She said in a surprised exclamation.
"I-It feels good..?" The woman panted in a confused, aroused tone.
Across the room, Astoria crept up on the naked, spread-eagle Veela, who was still passed out on the rug.
"Ah. You can skip her, Astoria..." Harry commented.
The dark-haired Greengrass looked up with a pout, "What? Why?"
Harry stroked his colossal cock with a deep smirk.
"Oh shit..!" Astoria gasped excitedly, "O-Okay..! B-but at least let me help!"
"Alright..."
So Astoria flipped the delirious Veela over while Harry mounted her thick, plush thighs from behind. Astoria's lithe fingers squeezed Cassandra's thick, meaty backside.
"Fuck... this thing is even bigger than mine..!" She moaned, jiggling those perfectly smooth cheeks. The Veela's Allure had her brain scrambled, and she began drooling over the perfect shape of this big, fat bubble butt.
"Ngh~" Cassandra proved she was awake, looking over her shoulder, "H-harry..."
She went silent, staring open-mouthed at his hugely swollen cock. Her Allure flared up alongside her desire as her body begged for another round with that pussy-ruining cock.
Harry grabbed one of her meaty ass cheeks, giving it a good squeeze to warm up her lower body. Her pussy was already salivating, begging to be fucked into submission once again.
He casually questioned, "You don't need any time to stretch in preparation, do you, slut? You Veela have bodies built for sex."
"P-preparation?" She questioned, thoughts muddled by cock. Harry hadn't prepared her at all the first time he split open her tight cunt and broke down her metal barriers with liberating orgasms. He just rammed it in, shattering her pride and sensibility in one decisive stroke.
But as he rubbed his thumb against her pink, wrinkled hole, Cassandra understood.
She whimpered, "M-My ass..?" She softly bit her lip, looking at him with fluttering, half-lidded eyes. For a moment, there was a flash of the proud, dignified Lady who demanded respect from her peers... Then it was gone, replaced with the honest, hungry look of a ravenous Veela.
"No💓" She grew a sly, lewd smile, "Not at all~ Just shove that big, fat dick in my tight ass..! I can take any punishment you give me..! Fuck my tight little asshole raw..!"
He chuckled, "Naughty girl." He rubbed his thumb against her trembling backdoor, itching to slip it in already.
"Haah... Haaah..." Astoria was pulling those thick, reddened globes of Cassandra's obscenely fertile backside wide. She stared down at the tender-looking sphincter and struggled to keep her tongue in her mouth.
"Well, a little wouldn't hurt." Harry reasoned, "Loosen her up for me, Astoria."
"Yes..!" She replied happily, in a breath gasp, and didn't hesitate to lower her face between those vast, squishy cheeks and bring an eager tongue to Cassandra's quivering asshole.
Harry watched, fueled by rising desire as Daphne's sister feasted on succulent Veela ass, worshipping it with long licks and ravenous attention. Astoria was moaning louder than Cassandra was, drunks on Allure and the memory of Ginny tonguing her own tight ass in preparation for Harry's cock.
Finally, once it was loosened up by Astoria's lavish tonguing, Harry lined the thick, swollen cocktip at her impossibly tight backdoor.
"NNNNNNNGGGHHH💞!" The room filled with the indescribably sexual cry of a euphoric Veela getting her ass split wide by the massive girth of Harry's cock. Cassandra's teeth were clenched as she clawed at the rug beneath her. Her lustrous blonde hair was sprawled around her in a mess.
"Ngh! That's tight!" He grunted with pleasure as the clenching ring of her sphincter squeezed around him, but once the thickest part of his cock passed that threshold, her ass swallowed him up greedily.
Then Harry began roughly pounding her from above. He forced his hips downward in brutal strokes, tenderising her meaty asscheeks with loud fleshy claps.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The Veela howled in sexual delight, taking great pleasure in her first hard bum-fucking.
All the horny Slytherin women that just experienced their first taste of real, raw sex were speechless at the sight. They felt their own tight bums tighten up with a tingling feeling. They wondered, 'Does it really feel that good..?' Soon, they would get their answer.
Harry was true to his word, fucking a Veela's ass hard enough to leave her a drooling, quivering mess on the floor. She was left insensate, just weakly moaning as Astoria hungrily sucked the thick cum out of her gaping ass.
Then the Slytherin women squealed, one by one, as Harry loosened their tight backdoors with a bit of magic, then stretched them out with his massive cock. He held them in his robust grasp, either suspended in the air, chained to the wall, or bent face-down ass-up on the floor by their silver chains. Whichever way Narcissa fancied to present their fuckable asses to her husband's virile cock.
With a powerful sex potion pumping through his veins, he ploughed an entire group of Slytherin's most 'adventurous' Witches. Those pegged by the House's most stringent upperclassman as troublemakers that would risk besmirching their House's reputation.
Harry buggered their tight assholes, stretching them to fit his burly cock and introducing them to the pleasures of intense anal sex. He pumped their bowels full of his hot semen and plugged it with their new silver buttplugs, keeping them filled with his essence.
Then he used their throats next. He didn't have time to teach each girl the fine art of a worshipful blowjob, so he slackened their jaws and used magic to remove their gag reflex. Then he hammered their tight throats and blasted their bellies full of rich, creamy cum.
By the end of it, he'd secured a few dozen loyal, happily pregnant Subs in the Slytherin Dungeon. Women who would stand together, forming their own united front against the scorn of the rest of the House--should their dalliances with a wizard come to public light.
Which it surely would. All it would take was time, and then their swollen bellies would be the only proof required.
At least in the meantime, Pansy would have some allies in the snake pit.