Harry and Parvati walked into the room and came across five Slytherin witches, eagerly waiting for Harry. Well, some more so than others.
"What are you doing here, Parvati?" Pansy asked.
Parvati just smiled at her old childhood friend. Although admittedly, their friendship fractured once they got to Hogwarts.
"Well, I'm obviously here to help Harry out, especially now you Slytherins could not bother to travel alone," Parvati said.
Harry smiled. Lyra, as always, wore a look of superiority on her face. Pansy, bitch she might be, had come into her own last year. Her dark-hair, gorgeous lips, high elegant cheekbones, nice chest(although it paled to Daphne and Lyra), curvy body, and nice round arse, really suited her. And given she was a brat, bending her over and spanking her would be very appropriate.
And Daphne Greengrass, was without a doubt, one of the most gorgeous women in the school. She carried herself like a seventh year, despite being only a fourth, although she did have her quirks. Namely, a weakness for ice cream, but given that her family owned one of the biggest frozen treat companies in the magical world it made sense. Still, she could give those Veela at the Quidditch World cup a run for her money.
And her companion, Tracey Davis, dark-hair, a more modest, but still rather decently sized chest compared to Pansy, Daphne, and Lyra, and legs which went on for days. And she currently dressed in a short skirt which drew attention to several legs.
Autumn Runcorn, redhead, juicy lips, lovely legs, short, but stacked in the right places. And Pansy's co-Alpha Bitch. Well, technically they would both be under Lyra.
And the voice in Harry's head reminded him they would be under him.
"We've decided to observe your technique, Potter," Pansy said. "And I don't think you can put me underneath the Imperius Curse."
Well, she was confident. Or maybe arrogant.
"She honestly thinks she can throw off your curse," Lyra said. "Show her she can't."
Harry found himself very annoyed by Lyra trying to give him orders. And she would pay for it.
'Do I look like one of your house elfs, Malfoy?" Harry asked. "You think after six hours of scrubbing, you'd learn the value….but you've not been close to throwing off my Imperius Curse. Well, making you do physical labor gets you the closest, but I made you in the end. However, I could make you worship all four of these girls and you wouldn't blink…or me….especially me."
Lyra just folded her arms.
"I don't think you're anything, Potter," Pansy remarked.
"Oooh, bloody hell," Daphne murmured.
"Watch it, Pansy," Parvati said.
"You let Granger boss you around, despite her being a M….."
Autumn clapped a hand over Pansy's mouth.
"Remember, what he did to Malfoy when she used that word?" Autumn warned her.
Pansy just scowled through the hand and it had been released.
"So, you agree to let me put you underneath the Imperius, to prove you can throw it off, right?" Harry asked.
"Right," Pansy said. "I've got the contract…feel free to read it."
Harry read it, the same one that Lyra drew up, and the other Slytherin girls presented contracts to Harry as well. Harry looked them over, carefully.
"Do you need Granger to explain the big words to you, Potter?"
Well, she was really asking for it now.
"I agree to your terms," Harry said. "There's no time like the present."
"But there's…."
"IMPERIO!"
Pansy's eyes glazed over.
"Did you want a warning?" Harry asked. "You don't get warnings when someone puts you under the Imperius Curse for real."
Pansy shuddered when Harry's power caressed her.
"I felt…that," Tracey murmured.
"Me too," Daphne said, while putting her arm around Tracey's waist and pulled her closer.
"Damn, that was intense," Parvati remarked.
"Pansy, I want you to go over and kiss Parvati on the lips."
Parvati just let out a gasp of surprise. However, Pansy, without hesitation walked over but she paused.
"Which lips, Potter?"
"Her face, for now."
Pansy leaned in and kissed Parvati. In fact, she practically went in, snogging the Indian witch. Harry watched the scene….and smiled when he saw what was happening.
"Bloody hell, you shameless slut, you let him do that," Lyra said.
"Stop."
The two broke the kiss and Parvati seemed disappointed but Pansy walked over.
"That's not the first time you've kissed a girl, has it?"
"No," Pansy said.
"Tell me the details."
For a second Pansy shivered.
"Pansy, tell me."
"I'm…sneaking around with a Muggle Girl…her name is Carla…she's pretty…but my father will be furious if he found out."
Lyra just groaned, she just gave Potter the blackmail she had been using to leverage Pansy into doing things for her
"Stunning?" Harry asked. "Describe her."
"Dark hair, beautiful lips, a nice chest, about D-Cup, I think," Pansy told him. "A Latina with a big booty too. She has a hell of a mouth on her…I met her…when I got lost…and we got talking…she's a couple years older than me…but…one thing lead to another."
"I see," Harry said. "And what would you think if I met her and stole her away from you?"
Lyra, Parvati, and Daphne all looked at Harry in surprise.
"I…that would be hot," Pansy said. "I think she's a lesbian…but if you put her under the Imperius Curse…and she's a Muggle, so you have every right to do…there's nothing that she can do to stop you. I can't stop you, and I'm a pureblood witch of superior blood."
All heart, that girl.
"And what would you like me to do to Carla, Pansy?" Harry asked.
"I want you to take her first, without the curse, I want to see her struggle," Pansy said. "I want to see her scream, but….I doubt you have much going on. Obviously, Granger keeps you in chastity…and you obviously have a micro-penis."
"Oooh, do I?" Harry asked. "Parvati?"
Parvati caught in quickly.
"It would be my pleasure."
Suddenly, Lyra sat up, as did Daphne, Tracey, and Autumn. Parvati slowly undid Harry's pants and revealed his half-hard cock. Parvati lubricated her hand and slowly stroked Harry, making these girls watch, with widened eyes for Harry. Harry leaned in and his cock grew.
Pansy's eyes widened when she looked at Harry's cock. Every inch made her feel like she was drooling and not necessarily from her mouth either.
"Bloody hell," Tracey said. "I want to suck that…can I suck that?"
She turned to Daphne, as if she was a puppy, begging her master.
"You…you can if you want to," Daphne said. "Tracey will take care of that for you, Potter."
"But, I want to suck it," Pansy whined.
"And here I thought you were didn't think my cock was much of anything…."
"That's a Beater Bat, Potter."
"And that should be mine to suck!" Lyra blurted out. "These are my lessons….I mean….Potter should try and make me suck his cock under the curse…so I can fight the curse..it's defeating the purpose if Greengrass is going to pimp her bitch out to him willingly."
Parvati did not cease with her handjob and his cock got bigger and bigger and bigger.
"Please, sir, I want to suck it, Mistress Daphne said I could," Tracey begged him.
"This isn't fair," Lyra whined.
"Tracey, come here."
Harry grabbed Tracey and snogged her brains out, which nearly caused the submissive Slytherin's brains to short short. Autumn looked on with a grin and patted Pansy on the head, who scowled as well.
"That should be mine," Pansy said.
"No, that should be mine, because I was here first…."
"Lyra, enough."
And much to her own shock, Lyra's mouth shut. And she could not remember him putting her under the curse directly, but she obeyed him.
"You too, Pansy," Harry said. "You two stay put and don't peven pleasure yourself unless I tell you"
And Harry turned to the eager brunette witch before him.
"Tracey. You may suck my cock."
Tracey dropped to her knees before Harry and started to lick his cock like it was an ice cream cone. Daphne gave her an approving smile and slowly removed her robes.
"You don't mind, do you, Harry?" Daphne asked while biting down on her lip.
"Help yourself," Harry said. "And you too."
Parvati kissed the back of Harry's neck as Tracey moved down to engulf Harry's cock into her mouth. Lyra and Pansy had been frozen, forced to watch a witch, a half-blood, suck the cock they craved right in front of them. Harry leaned in and pushed his hand against the back of Tracey's head.
"Good girl," Harry groaned for her. "Very…good girl."
Harry edged down into her mouth, and he watched, as Daphne slipped a hand underneath her skirt and started to diddle herself, making herself moan. And Autumn rubbed herself as well, breathing heavily, although she was very amused about the obvious frustration of Lyra and Pansy.
"Lyra, tell me something your father doesn't want me to know and maybe I'll consider letting you suck my cock."
That arrogant half-blood bastard, acting like he was doing a favor. But, the second she met his eyes…she could not resist.
"My father, he practically owns the Daily Prophet, controlling interests," Lyra said. "And he has information on all of the reporters who work there."
"And anyone who he doesn't like, he gets blacklisted," Parvati said. "Lavender's mother, Sienna, she tried to work on a story which would show what Lucius Malfoy truly is…but she was blacklisted."
Harry continued to pump into Tracey's mouth. She sucked him, greedily while Daphne fingered herself.
"But, he's really got something on Rita Skeeter, she digs up dirt for him, because…well she's an illegal animagus," Lyra said while she watched Tracey blow Harry with envy in her eyes. "And she knows if she does not toe Father's line, she'll be sent to Azkaban. And he has…files about the Ministry…all the way up to the Minister."
"Tracey, the balls…."
"I'll help her," Parvati said.
And now two lovely witches were on their knees, sucking Harry. And Pansy was getting more frustrated.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Harry asked. "Just sit there and watch."
Harry enjoyed the worshipping Parvati and Tracey did on his cock and the abject frustration that Pansy and Lyra felt. And the fact the prim and proper Daphne Greengrass fingered herself raw to the entire thing.
"What does your father have on Fudge?"
"That he doesn't have the idealistic family life that he portrays himself to have to the wizard on the street," Lyra informed him. "His daughter is wild, always in trouble, but the charges disappear. His wife is an alcoholic. His son is a blithering idiot who thinks he's a world class duelist despite he won duels against a bunch of scrubs. And Fudge is currently having an affair with his senior undersecretary…what's her name again?"
"Umbridge," Pansy murmured and here she pulled a face.
"Eww," Autumn groaned.
Harry grabbed Tracey and worked into her mouth. Tracey inhaled his cock bringing it into her mouth, and making her cry in pleasure for him.
"Daphne, you can join her, if you want to," Harry told her.
"I….I'm underneath a marriage agreement right now, to Theodore Nott," Daphne remarked.
"Yes, her grandfather and Nott's grandfather did a deal," Autumn explained. "And…she's not happy about it, and he really isn't either because….well Nott prefers the company of wizards."
'It's an open secret," Pansy explained. "Of course, his grandfather will bury anyone that even mentions his grandson's preferences and he claims that it's lying, because he's set to marry one of the most beautiful witches in the world…I guess, I wouldn't kick Greengrass out of bed."
"Your sentiments are appreciated," Daphne said. "But unless Nott breaks the deal and he would be risking his grandfather's wrath if I did and he would be sent to Saint Mungos for shock spells to straighten him out. I have a magical chastity block on me. I can only diddle myself…but that's the extent."
"And what if I….if I convinced him?" Harry asked.
"Oooh, Potter, you…you don't…I don't know if you can, because he's more afraid of his grandfather than anything else," Autumn said.
"Although if someone were to happen to him…." Daphne murmured.
Thankfully, Tracey did not hear that, on account of being too busy sucking Potter's cock. She let out another cry, as Harry worked deep inside of her throat and pounded the hell out of her. Parvati milked his balls.
"You've earned a reward," Parvati told her.
Tracey sighed happily as she sucked down Harry's cum. The warm liquid that entered her mouth, it was more addicting than any curse.
And then she pulled away and walked over. And she grabbed Daphne and kissed her, snowballing the cum between the two of them.
Daphne Greengrass never hated her circumstances more than he had now.
"Daphne, I can help you, if you want me to," Harry said.
"It would be a lot easier if you had your Wizengamot votes," Autumn said. "You should be entitled to them."
'What?" Harry asked.
"I…I shouldn't really say, my father would be furious…."
"Tell me, Runcorn," Harry said.
"Well, your votes are currently…being used…it's not necessarily illegal, if you don't know about it, and obviously…you weren't informed," Autumn said, flushed. "But…you technically have limited rights as an adult…due to being the last Potter…you can choose where you spend your summers for instance, and you can appoint a proxy to vote on your behalf on Wizengamot matters…you know….the magical courts."
Harry had no idea about that.
"There are books, explaining it, although they rarely get anything accomplished there," Autumn said.
Oh, just like the Muggle government then.
"Who is using my votes?" Harry asked.
"My…father is…he made a deal with…well, Dumbledore was named the executor of the estate for your parents' will, at least he claimed he was, and no one doubted it," Autumn said.
"You should check into that," Parvati said.
"My mother's sister, blood traitor as she might be, could help you out with that, Potter," Lyra said. "Andromeda Tonks."
Harry mentally filed that name away for future reference.
"When I talk to your mother, I will ask her about that as well," Harry said.
"Wait, you're meeting my mother?" Lyra asked. "Why?"
Harry just spent a second smiling but did not answer Lyra's question.
"Thank you for coming, but I think this will wrap up this lesson for today," Harry said.
"But, we haven't done anything," Lyra protested.
"Oh, I disagree, you've done plenty," Harry said. "Thanks for the blowjob, Tracey."
"Any time, it was a pleasure," Tracey said. "I can do that, any time?"
"Yes," Daphne said. "And…if you have some time this weekend….I'd like to meet with you in private. And alone."
Autumn walked over to Harry.
"If you want to have some fun sometime, Potter, come see me," she said. "Dick like that…and a tongue like that…don't think I've forgotten about your other gift…you don't need an Imperius Curse to make women bend the knee to you. Just the word please…wihich admittedly is a lost art among many purebloods."
And then, Autumn leaned over and Pansy whined when she kissed Harry before pulling back.
"Well, that was fun," Parvati said.
It was obviously she wanted to return to the Gryffindor Common Room with Harry, so he could shag her brains out.
Herbology class was the usual fair. Hermione had been glaring at Harry throughout most of the class, and in fact, most of the past day. It was starting to get on Harry's nerves.
"What's her problem?" Ron asked.
"I don't know," Harry said.
He did know. And the problem was shamelessly groping him when she thought that no one was looking or maybe she did not care when someone was looking. Parvati Patil leaned in and planted a few subtle kisses down Harry's neck, making him smile. And her hand worked underneath the table, teasing him.
"So the two of you have been spending a lot of time together as of late."
Lavender Brown decided to take off her robes and unbutton the most buttons she could get away with, without a reprimand. This gave Harry a nice view whenever she leaned over
"You can join us if you want," Harry said before he realized the implications of what he was saying.
Lavender Brown never one to be shaken up, smiled.
"I loved to."
And she leaned forward, purposely ensuring Harry got a full view down her blouse and at the wonders that laid underneath.
Speaking of wonders, Susan Bones had been staring at him. Harry just smiled at her and she flushed. The busty redhead was in constant competition with Lavender, Lyra, and Daphne to see who could have the largest chests in their year. And right next to her, was Hannah Abbott, who had a nice arse to go with a very decent sized chest, although under the chesty quartet.
And there was Megan Jones, the sister of the legendary Gwenog Jones. She was a black bombshell much like her sister, busty, built, long legs, and a thick and bubbly arse. Harry had been noticing the attributes of the females in his class and reacting to them, along with the handjob Parvati was giving him underneath the table as he worked.
"Oooh, honestly," Hermione grumbled.
Harry sighed. Hermione's attitude, especially after being under the Imperius Curse, had not been that great. And the fact Harry was getting so much more attention from females had been getting underneath her skin.
"What's her problem?" Ernie murmured.
"She needs to get laid, I think," Hannah said.
"Bitch isn't getting dick with that attitude," Megan murmured.
Hermione huffed and buried herself into her work. Harry noticed…well Hermione really did not stand out amongst the other girls in her year and that was bothering her a lot. If she did not happen to become friends with Harry, the only thing she would be, would be that girl who constantly answered all of the teacher's questions, and Harry wished sometimes Hermione would not be so selfish, giving others the chance to answer.
If she did something with her hair and her teeth, that would be an approvement, if she spent a quarter of the time she spent studying putting some time into her physical appearance, Harry figured she would be a lot better off. Or she would be a lot happier.
Of course, Hermione unfortunately took after her father in the physical looks department, and not her mother either.
"That will be all for the day," Professor Sprout said. "Remember, your essays are to be on my desk on Monday. All of you wash up and have a pleasant day."
They finished, and so did Harry. Parvati pulled up and locked eyes with Lavender, and licked her hand. The two girls giggled, and even Fay Dunbar and Sophie Roper, the other two Gryffindor witches in their year, looked intrigued.
"Harry, are you ready?" Susan asked.
"Oooh, right, your lesson," Parvati said.
"What lesson?" Hermione asked.
"That's a private matter between House Potter and House Bones," Susan said with a smile.
"Yes…you really shouldn't pry, Hermione," Neville said quietly.
Hermione just huffed and tutted.
"You shouldn't be leading all of these witches on, it isn't right," Hermione said.
"Oh, come off it, Hermione," Ron said. "Harry knows what he's doing."
There was a pause.
"You know what you're doing, right?"
"He does," Parvati said.
Lavender and Parvati both grinned, and now Sophie, a pretty blonde who was not afraid to get down and dirty in Herbology, was eying Harry. It was obvious she would like to take a roll in the dirt with him.
"Well, I've got someone…I'm going to meet to play chess," Ron said. "Are you heading to the library?"
Hermione just put her books away and walked over to the library. Parvati leaned over and kissed Harry right in her line of sight again, which amused Lavender.
Susan and Harry walked with each other.
"Thank you for agreeing to this Harry," Susan said. "My aunt and I are the only two that are left out of my family….and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize our reputation if I'm put underneath the Imperius Curse. And Moody scared me, with how easily I went under."
"It's not a problem, Sue…you don't mind me calling you that, do you?" Harry asked.
Susan just went red.
"Oooh, yes, but don't call my auntie, Amy, whatever you do," Susan said with a smile. "So, should we begin…it's kind of hot in here."
Susan removed her robes and Harry looked off at her with a smile. Her chest threatened to bust out of her top and her skirt barely could fit her arse. Her legs were perfectly thicc and juicy as well.
"Just relax," Harry said. "And we'll do this….Imperio."
Susan's eyes widened when she felt the curse.
"Oooh, your curse feels…so much nicer than Moody's," Susan breathed. "It's…pleasant…like I'm taking a nice warm bath after being in the cold for an entire day."
"Why don't you take your shirt off?"
Susan did not see a reason not to. She unbuttoned her shirt…she really needed to get customized clothes thanks to her assets. Her large breasts popped out for Harry's view, just barely contained in a lacy black bra.
"Why don't you jump some rope?"
Harry handed Susan a jump rope and she started to skip rope, her tits bouncing and her arse shaking with every movement. Susan let out another sigh, and Harry watched her bounce up and down.
"Dance for me, while taking your skirt off," Harry said. "Are you even trying to fight the curse?"
"I'm…trying…" Susan breathed. "But, it feels so fucking good."
Susan leaned in, with a smile and she danced. She wore a thong which surprised Harry. But her arse was shaking madly. Harry could not help himself. He reached out and spanked her arse making Susan breath.
"Try and fight this," Harry said.
"I don't think….anyone can control me but you…and I want you…I want you…" Susan breathed.
Harry ground his erection against Susan's arse while unclipping her bra. Her melons had been freed and Harry palmed them.
"Tell me about your aunt," Harry said.
"Well, she has red hair like me and tits like mine…bigger," Susan breathed when Harry enjoyed his new toys. "And she's the Head of Magical Law Enforcement…and she…she filed a request for the Sirius Black transcripts like you asked…."
"And what if I told her someone is using my Wizengamot votes illegally," Harry said. "Dumbledore said he was the Executor of the Potter estate….which make sense…he had the key…when Hagrid told me I was a wizard…."
"The Gamekeeper…wait you didn't know?" Susan asked.
"No, I didn't know," Harry said.
Harry laid Susan on the desk and worked her over, making her moan. Susan let out another cry.
"Even if Dumbledore was named by your parents, he could get in a lot of trouble…if he didn't follow their will to the letter," Susan said. "Yoou better…ask for a copy of that will…you can send in a request to the Ministry for that to…even if Dumbledore ordered in seal…your rights as the last Potter….override that."
Harry thought that was nice to hear and he appreciated how coherent Susan was being.
"Thanks, Sue, you've been very helpful…and I'd like to meet your aunt."
"I'd like you to meet her too," Susan said. "And…as much as I want you to fuck me…I would like you to see you…claim my aunt..she really needs a good…strong wizard in her life…before it's much too late…she's married to her work right now."
Harry just smiled and worked himself over Susan.
"I really want to break this curse…but it feels like ripping one of my arms off if I tried," Susan said.
"What do you want me to do most…other than your aunt?"
"I want your cock between my tits."
Harry did so, taking his cock out and putting it at Susan's melons. He cancelled the curse, a while back, although obviously Susan still was in a state of euphoria from it.
Harry's cock and the nice round tits of Susan Bones, it was the perfect combination. Harry leaned in and thrusted in between her chest. Susan wrapped her tits around Harry's cock. Harry just groaned, when he pushed down in between her and she screamed when he fucked her.
"OOOH, HARRY, YES!
"Sue, your tits are some of the best in my year."
And once again, the voice in his head, the soft female one egging him on…and why did it sound more familiar…like something Harry heard before, said that soon Harry would be enjoying so many wonderful sets of knockers. Harry leaned in and thrusted deep inside of her. Susan tightened her knockers around his cock and decided to pleasure him.
"It would be an honor to wear your cum on my tits and face, Harry Potter," Susan beathed. "Oooh, ever since…I found out you were a Parselmouth…I had dreams about you…and I know Hannah and Megan have as well…and I'm sure if you get Megan, Megan's sister and the rest of her team will be easy."
Harry thought this could have the potential to get out of hand. However, the power felt so good and it was making these witches feel good, so was it really bad?
And he was learning more as he went along, studying the mind arts and realizing that Snape likely had been probing his inner thoughts without restraint. That made Harry feel like he needed to bleach his brain.
Now, though, he focused on Susan's tits and worked them over. He was about ready to give her a gift and with another push, Harry erupted all over her tits and coated every inch of her with seed.
Susan just let out another cry, when Harry emptied his cum all over her.
Those balls emptied and covered Susan's face and tits with cum. Harry just smiled when he finished all over her, driving his cock between her tits as he finished on her.
"Why don't we try this lesson again in a couple of days?"
Susan nodded, Practice made perfect.
"And tonight, I want you to dream about what you'd like me to do to your aunt. Get a clear picture in your head."
Susan had no idea when Harry cancelled the curse. Or even if it did. She supposed it would wear off eventually.
It had been time for Harry to visit the Three Broomsticks. While it was not a Hogsmeade weekend, Harry still found a way out thanks to Wormtail, Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs.
There were a few students at Hogwarts who lived in Hogsmeade and Harry thought they needed a permission slip to visit where they lived, well it seemed a bit silly. Harry heard Morag MacDougal, a gorgeous redhead Ravenclaw in his year, complain about that as well.
"Well, unless I misread the calendar, it's not a Hogsmeade weekend."
And the stunning, buxom and mature blonde woman, who aged like a fine wine stood before him. Madam Mallory Rosmerta locked eyes with Harry. She moved over towards him and smiled while placing a finger on his face.
"I've got a meeting with…a rather prominent witch," Harry said. "But, she's not due here for about hour."
"Mmm, and you're rather early," Rosmerta said. "I've heard quite a bit of gossip…especially from Professors Vector and Sinistra up at Hogwarts…you threw off the Imperius Curse from Mad-Eye Moody, and you were the only one to do it, from fourth to seventh year."
Harry just smiled.
"Apparently so," Harry said.
"Well, I have to say, you've got more than a few fans because…that's quite a feat," Rosmerta said. "Between the Basilisk and that…and that Patronus you sent off last year…."
"Wait, I…."
"Trust me, I saw it, but your secret is safe with me," Rosmerta said. "And you had a good reason to do what you did. Every single woman in Hogsmeade and up at Hogwarts felt it and they needed a change of knickers by the time they were done. And I've been thinking about this all summer."
And Mallory Rosmerta gave Harry a good look at what was on the menu. Namely her large and ample bosom, which Harry had a shot at before and would like to again.
"So, can I get you the usual?" Rosmerta asked. "It's in the backroom…as always."
Harry motioned for Rosmerta to lead the way and so she did. She stripped off her dress instantly, revealing a lacy green bra and a match set of panties, which matched the color of Harry's eyes. She grabbed Harry's crotch.
"I'll try and not leave you too drained for your meeting today," Rosmerta cooed in his ear. "But, no promises."
And the older witch kissed Harry, passionately on the lips. Age did not matter among witches and wizards, it was power and prowess that mattered more than a number of years. And obviously, given the longevity of many witches and wizards, it really did not matter.
Muggleborns always struggled with that.
It was obvious that Mallory had been stewing in her own juices for the past few months, since Harry released that Patronus spell on June 6th. She took Harry's cock out of his pants and released her tits into the wild.
It was almost unfair to compare a bunch of young witches to a mature woman like Rosmerta. Those tits were gorgeous and she oiled them up, before stripping Harry down.
Of course, Mallory Rosmerta would have a bed in her backroom. And she threw Harry onto the bed, stripped down completely naked, while she worshipped him with her tits. And she found his cock, wrapping her tits around him and working back and forth, stroking his cock with her tits.
Harry leaned in and thrusted his cock between her tits, groaning when he thrusted between them. Mallory's tits wrapped around Harry's rod and he pushed down between her tits. He leaned in and could feel the warmth of those breasts wrapped around him.
"Oooh, baby, you've grown over the summer," Rosmerta cooed. "I can't wait to taste your cream again."
Rosmerta used her tits to worship a wizard whose power and prowess only grew since she caught him last winter. Those balls slapped against her when he worked back and forth against her. Harry just took her tits and rapidly pounded them. He slammed down against her, making her just cry when he thrusted deep inside of her. Harry leaned in and with one more push, erupted all over her.
Harry went off like a volcano and coated Mallory's tits, making her moan all over him.
"Mmm, your turn, baby…show me what you have."
And Mallory sat on Harry's face, while jerking off his cock. Harry knew precisely what the cougar before him wanted. He leaned in and licked her pussy, making her just squirt when he teased her. Harry's tongue worked back and forth against her and Mallory just moved in.
Sixty-nine, Harry's favorite number right now. Mallory once again blew Harry as he ate her box. The honey trickled down. Harry edged deep inside of her and made her cry. Mallory let out another cry when she squirted all over his mouth.
Mallory pulled back and watched his cock twitch. Harry decided to grab her by the hips.
"Oooh, take charge!" Rosmerta yelled.
Harry grabbed Rosmerta and slammed into her. She leaned in and kissed him intensely. The two met mouth to mouth with each other. Harry rolled his hands back and forth off of Rosmerta's body. He timed her orgasms and then denied her at all of the right spots.
"You're getting bold, young man," Rosmerta moaned.
"And you can't get enough of young dick, you cougar."
Rosmerta could not deny that. Although, she was a woman of exquisit tastes, who only like the best. And she rolled Harry over onto his back and kept riding him.
The view of Madam Mallory Rosmerta's legendary breasts bouncing made Harry smile. She leaned down and covered his face, his neck, and everything she could reach with lipstick marks. And she bit down on his neck, giving Harry a love bite. Her box wrapped tightly around him.
"I'm going to drain your balls…before you meet…who are you meeting?"
"Narcissa….Malfoy," Harry said.
"Well, that should….that's juicy," Mallory said. "Given how Lucius won't measure up…I think it will be interesting…or so I've heard."
Harry had no idea. He just rocked. Rosmerta would bruise his sternum with how hard she slammed on him, if Harry was a less durable man. However, he healed pretty well and it seemed like he was a long stronger after sex. Mallory worked her kagels around Harry's cock and milked him.
Mallory closed her eyes. She was terrified about the prospect of this young wizard knocking her up and excited. Magical laws indicated that she would automatically be a concubine of his house, should she take his seed into her womb and it resulted in a child.
While she was on a potion, no potion in the world might not be able to stop a powerful wizard like Harry, if he knocked her up. Although she did tell and teach Harry that was a conscious choice he could make, affecting the potency of his sperm through his magic.
Harry closed his eyes and could feel the magic happen between himself and the buxom blonde barmaid. Mallory and Harry worked to the edge before Harry finished deep inside of her.
Mallory collapsed. Always good to be filled with the seed of a powerful wizard.
Harry knew Autumn was right. He did not need the Imperius Curse to make witches bend before him. But, it did help make some of the more unruly ones behave.
Some time later, she walked into the club. A stunning gorgeous blonde who dressed in a tight black dress, with stockings to match. The cleavage window was just perfect enough to be enticing. Narcissa Malfoy most certainly turned many heads, as she walked towards Harry with confidence in her step. It was very obvious where Lyra got her looks and Harry was appreciative of it.
She looked a lot better now she did not have that look on her face from the Quidditch World Cup. And she joined Hermione's mother right in the certified MILFs club.
"Mr. Potter."
"Lady Malfoy."
Narcissa extended a hand and Harry leaned in to kiss it which she smiled.
"At least you know some manners, despite who Dumbledore put you with," Narcissa remarked. "And you…wished to ask me about a certain matter."
"Yes," Harry said. "And I have to say you look gorgeous."
"Thank you," Narcissa said. "You're much more handsome than I remembered. Then again…at the time we met, I was more disgusted with Fudge and…what he was getting up to with his Senior Undersecretary. The smell was obvious before I covered it up with a very powerful air fresening spell."
Harry was not sure he wanted to know and Narcissa did not want to give any further details.
"Rosmerta, do you have a private room for us to meet?" Narcissa asked.
"Room seven is your lucky room," Rosmerta said. "I will ensure no one bothers you."
"I know you won't…Mr. Potter."
Narcissa took Harry's hand and they were off. Rosmerta just shook her head in mock outrage.
"Hand holding in my pub? Well I never!"
Yet, she smiled knowingly.