Chapter 24 - Chapter 18: Yule II

The first Yule Ball over a century was hosted at Hogwarts. And yet, barely into the night at all, the rather boring 'dance' came to a relatively swift conclusion.

But in Hogsmeade, the party at The Enclave had only just begun.

The floor was hot and heavy as subtle, slow-acting aphrodisiacs stimulated these Witches' naturally high libidos to a tipping point. They were ready and eager to cast away all remnants of modesty and abstinence and embrace their body's yearning desires with eagerness.

Then Harry let slip the leash.

All the club's attention was focused wholly on him as they watched him imbibe some tonic. Most were not familiar with it, but they still grew excited about the possibilities of what effect it might have on him. Others who knew grew doubly so.

Then, he kicked the night into action with a bold declaration.

"I want you gorgeous Veela to blanket me in your Allure... To try to drive me mad with lust until I push you to the floor and tear off these sinful dresses... Until then... I won't fuck you."

The Witches were all speechless, eyes growing wide as he challenged these gorgeous creatures of sex and temptation. He spoke to the Delacours, the youngest of which was still throat-stuffed with cock—but they weren't the only Veela here. No, there were over two dozen more who looked at him with predatory smiles, eager to take up this challenge.

It was an absurd provocation. A wizard propositioning a Veela to use her Allure? Harry might be the first. Your standard wizard was more likely to spread terrible stories of Veela as lascivious predators— Harpies wearing a Witch's face. They would accuse them of bewitchment–as if those wizards could not possibly be held accountable for their own lustful thoughts.

But Harry..? He welcomed this Allure. Desired it and encouraged it. He appeared confident; cocky even. As if he were the predator here... Or maybe , the aroused party girls thought, he WANTED to lose. Their nipples poked through the silk of their dresses, and their pussies burned with desire as they imagined it.

Harry Potter, losing himself to Allure and pouncing on them like a predator. Tearing those tight, slutty dresses off of their bodacious figures and pinning their shapely, fuckable forms onto the floor to be bred like bitches.

Regardless of whether he was planning to endure or give in, he'd already lit the spark. A small wave washed across the floor as the gorgeous Veela mixed into the crowd and flashed such beautiful, salacious smiles. They appeared like irresistible Succubi here to feast on sex and depravity. Sly, seductive smiles, arousing, playful giggles, and eager moans of excitement filled the air.

Then... a flock of horny Veela were let off their leashes.

Harry stood, tall and unmoving as it crashed over him. He let out a chuckle, breathing in the thick, potent Allure of these Veela sluts like it was a breath of fresh air. Between his legs hung his cock. Still large, erect, and covered in Cho Chang's sex fluids, it stood tall and imposing. Under the temptation of the Veela, it swelled bigger, threateningly, as the one-eyed monster seemed to peer at the crowd of fertile, fuckable women like prey.

All the other Witches in the club... they were collateral to the Veela's attack. The Allure wasn't focused on any of them, and yet they could feel it caress their bodies with desire.

It was like a fog of raw sex blanketed their nightclub, filling their heads with nothing but the most vulgar thoughts and bodily desires.

The club was swallowed into the next hour as Witches used their bodies to attempt to seduce their rock-hard virile stud.

And for those on the sidelines... The 'mingling' Harry had wanted was going well. Small talk and teasing were rapidly getting replaced with gasping moans, grinding bodies, kisses, licks, and playful love bites. The Allure of these Veela had these Witches all over each other, peeling away their tight, sexy dresses to bare more and more supple, enticing skin.

Harry found it strangely easy to hold onto his faculties. Was he becoming 'immune' to Allure somehow through excessive exposure?

Even in his first experience with it, fucking his way through the Bulgarian Flock of cheerleaders, he never lost himself. But back then, it was different from this experience. That night was a blur, a drunken haze of sex and lust. He remembered feeling completely in control, but it was all hazy. Like all his other senses numbed, leaving him with only the incredibly enhanced pleasure of hot, Veela sex.

Here, he just felt really, really horny. In fact, he was worried he might've actually overdosed on sexual arousal. The Black Fertility Ritual, an aphrodisiac potion and Veela Allure on top of that.

He was much better at controlling his desires now... but realised he needed to cum. Quickly and often.

So while these salacious Veela were sending him the hottest, 'fuck me' eyes they could manage. Their hyper-bombshell bodies were flaunted, titties jiggling and asses shaking to tease him... Harry ignored them for the moment. He let them stew in their juices and sought to satiate himself elsewhere.

He made a big show of having Apolline cast some miraculous magic, transforming the large stripper stage into a grand, elevated cushion. Then he dragged a pair of curvaceous Witches up.

Hermione and Ginny were blushing, half out of raw, desperate arousal and the other half out of being put on display so openly in front of their fellow Witches.

He gave them a grand introduction, ensuring all the other girls knew they were the most senior in this crowd of baby mommas.

Then he gave a murmured command to these two hotties, a hand on their round bellies.

'Why don't you show these girls the proper way to rile up your wizard..?'

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

"Oh yes~! Fuck me, STUD💞" Ginny happily cried out, letting all the other sluts see her whorish expression, "Break my fertile Prewitt cunny with your fat fucking COCK💕 Pound my pregnant pussy and make me squirt all over your fat Hippogriff cock~!"

Her fat, freckled titties bounced from the powerful thrusts jolting her body forward. Her obscenely tight sheath dress couldn't hold the tide of titty-flesh at bay, and her ample chest spilt out over the brim. Then her juicy melons were feasted upon by the eyes of these excited Witches, watching them hypnotically jump in great circles, slapping against his chest.

The Veela Allure and Aphrodisiac lit a flame of sapphic curiosity within these horny Witches. The bolder Gryffindors, in particular, licked their lips and felt their mouths water, thinking, 'Mmm~ I want to suck on those AMAZING tits!'

At the same time, Ginny's filthy, vulgar outcries were enlightening the perverted minds of repressed high-society Witches. She was an example, an idol , here in front of them voicing all the wild, crazy desires they'd kept bottled up inside... and was rewarded with what they wanted most, steamy hot sex with their big-dicked wizard stud.

They watched her pussy so lewdly split open by the thickest, fattest cock their dirty minds could dream of... until it was bursting with fresh hot cum. They all felt jealous, remembering the feeling of one of Harry's intense creampies.

Then the freckled, foul-mouthed slut was set aside, and Hermione was up next.

Hermione Jane Granger. Gryffindor's most studious, intelligent Witch. She was the last Witch in the castle they would've expected to go along with this debauchery.

And yet...

"Oooh, god..! Yes~!" Her brow furrowed as she grew a vulgar, horny smile on her pink lips. She sent Harry a steamy look, begging for more the moment his thick manhood split open her cavern, "Give it to me, Harry~! Fuck me 💕! Plow me with that massive, amazing cock of yours~! Just as hard as you fucked me in Ginny's bed the night you bred us like eager bitches~!"

Hermione's outcries left many Witches slack-jawed and speechless. To some, she was a respectable role model. To some, she was a stiff teacher's pet, but no one present could've expected such behaviour from her without witnessing it first-hand.

Nor could they have imagined how drop-dead gorgeous she looked getting fucked by the big-dicked wizard. All eyes were locked on the hot sex on display, drinking in the sight of Hermione's stunning pink dress jerked up to bare her plump, naked thighs and speared lower lips. Her features, warped in euphoria, were utterly captivating and stirred quite a few hearts of the Witches who were watching.

Classmates, study partners, and acquaintances of Hermione were all looking at her in a new light... as the latent Allure of the Veela mixed in the crowd twisted their thoughts of Hermione into something more passionate.

He fucked her hard, urging her to let loose a slew of dirty words to inspire these closeted, neglected Witches to let themselves loose tonight. Then he gave her a reward. A hot, searing kiss and a pussy pumped full of rich cum, to make her cum like crazy in front of all her classmates.

The Witches were in awe, looking at his mighty, cum-dripping cock with burning desire. Harry gently laid the two well-fucked Witches to the side, making sure their open legs dangled off the stage so their creampied cunts were on display.

It was a testament of things to come for all the Witches here.

Then Harry rejoined the crowd on the floor of the nightclub for another round of 'mingling'. This time, to satisfy the hungry, hapless cunts of dozens of horny Witches... While at the same time, these naughty vixens and Veela tried their hardest to seduce him.

A string of slutty shows and teasing games began, all focused on sex and letting loose years of pent-up desire and fulfilling perverted fantasies.

...the first of which was led by the once most-respected Witch among the student body in the castle. The Head Girl, Cassandra Vole, who had been deprived of her mask of modesty and dignity when Narcissa unveiled her as a Veela, and revealed her slutty nature.

Behind her were over two dozen flushed, excited ladies in dresses of dark green adorned with silver. Each one looked to him with unrestrained desire.

...

"You all look bloody gorgeous..." Harry's smile conveyed his appreciation for the voluptuous young Ladies standing in front of him, "Have you all been good girls?"

In front of him stood a small crowd of gorgeous women, mostly dressed in dark colours. Deep emerald or pure black, though some were adorned with silver. These were the beautiful, fair ladies of Slytherin. The ones who had their pure, untouched pussies so mercilessly conquered by Harry in their very own Dorm.

" ...yes, sir..!" Came a collective response.

It would've been shocking for anyone else to hear it. And it was—to the nearby Gryffindor girls who were watching this spectacle. The voices of these prideful—sometimes arrogant—ladies were meek and withdrawn in front of him.

Harry smiled, a look that sent a wave of shivers through these girls, "Then I hope you're ready to prove it to me. You know what to do, ladies... Line those fine asses up for me!"

This time, his word was met with an excited chorus of cries as the group of Slytherins sprang to his command. The House of Slytherin taught its girls to present an immaculate demeanour to the outside world, even more than any other house. This meant repressing their desires and appearing cold, emotionless and chaste.

...But these girls couldn't resist an excited flush to their cheeks as they turned around and hurriedly presented themselves in a line... sticking out their asses for Harry's inspection.

These girls were different because they were cherry-picked by their Head Girl, Cassandra, from all of House Slytherin as the most 'open-minded' thinkers. In other words, they were all girls who had been caught masturbating, in possession of sex toys, trading lingerie, etc. They were girls that failed to completely hide their inner nature as sexually-curious sluts. They were fed by Cassandra into Harry's growing Harem.

Cassandra herself was among them of course, and after giving a few sharp commands, presented herself among the girls at the very end of the line.

After a few moments, Harry smiled. His gaze swept across these affluent, finely dressed ladies. They lined up against the wall of the nightclub, thrusting their enticing, round booties out for his viewing pleasure. They exceeded his expectations, he realised as he noticed something.

They were arranged with purpose. Neatly ordered from left to right by the size of their asses. This brought a chuckle to Harry's lips as he glanced toward Cassandra, who was meekly looking over her shoulder with hopeful eyes.

'Good girl...' He grinned at her, causing her to silently moan.

Then he gave the girls a command, "Let's see them, ladies!"

"Yes, sir~!" They answered loudly this time, eager to obey... and each one began lifting their dress' skirt until they had pulled them over the round slopes of their asses... revealing their naked butts to his hungry gaze.

In front of him was a breathtaking sight, over two dozen mouthwatering asses obediently presented to him. Not a single one wore any type of undergarments to protect their modesty, so he drank in the view without obstruction. But the girls weren't finished yet. After all, it wasn't their asses he had commanded them to show.

Almost in perfect unison, as if they'd rehearsed this perverted show, the ladies held their skirts up with one hand and reached the other behind to grasp their doughy asscheeks and spread them, allowing Harry to see the glittering silver-banded emerald. The nub of a buried butt plug in their tight bums.

Not a single one was missing, making Harry smirk, "Good..."

Each of these beautiful, refined ladies seemed embarrassed, trembling under his gaze... But more than that, they were excited . It was the naughtiest, most perverted act they'd ever performed, showing their naked asses and uncovered sexes not just to Harry but to all the girls from other Houses who were watching behind him. More than a few of them whined with shame as juices from their excited quims drooled between their spread legs, revealing just how excited they really were.

Behind him, he could hear girls speaking in hushed voices, giggling at the sight.

"...oh my god, look at those sluts~!"

"...in their BUMS? Heheh, I always knew Slytherins were kinky..."

"...mmm, it makes me a little curious too..."

The few lines he caught brought a smile to his face, and reinforced the shame of the Slytherins close enough to hear it. His cock twitched at the sight, still stiff and massive, appearing eager to sample these Slytherin sluts one by one.

...And that was precisely what he intended.

He stepped forward on the stage, and walked along this line of perky, round asses. From left to right, they were arranged from smallest to largest, creating a heavenly spectrum of irresistible bums. Considering Hogwarts only served Europe, most in Slytherin were fair-skinned, with juicy, round butts as white and pure as snow, as if their bottoms had never been revealed to sunlight in their sheltered, modest lives... But there were a few tanned globes and even the rare darker booty mixed in.

Harry took great pleasure walking a few times up and down this feast of booty meat, like a king inspecting his land. Each time he passed, he saw the girls shiver, their supple, shapely bottoms stick out just a bit more, and their eyes silently begged for his attention.

Feeling playful, he let out a dramatic hum of thought as if weighing which ass was worthy of his attention and lightly ghosted his fingers along the line of soft, smooth skin as he walked. The light touch made the girls weak in the knees, and their tender pink pussies drooled with anticipation.

He grew a devious grin.

Smack~!

"Ahhn~!" One of the women, a seventh year with a plump, pale booty, suddenly yelped as Harry gave her butt a harsh spank. The tender flesh rippled beautifully. Her knees wobbled, nearly collapsing. She looked over at him with hot, greedy eyes... but he passed her by.

He continued his perusal of Slytherin's finest asses, occasionally giving a random girl a subtle squeeze or light pinch and the rare harsh spank. It kept every single woman in the line on the edge of their nerves and breathless, booties tingling as they anticipated a sudden swat regardless of whether it would come or not.

His gaze passed Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria who stood in this line, each obediently and silently offering their asses.

Finally, Harry walked to the very end of the line, where Cassandra was waiting. For her, he teased her by lightly rubbing his finger on the finely-crafted plug buried in her snug ass.

"Mm~" She softly shivered, looking back at him with enchanting, smoky eyes. She didn't speak, submitting herself to his will.

He ran his other hand across the soft, smooth fat of her amazing, plump ass. She stood at the very end of the line of students, proudly sticking out the biggest, fattest butt of them all. Well, it was no surprise; not only was she one of the eldest seventh years, but also a Veela.

Harry playfully grabbed the edge of the plug and gave it a few light tugs. Cassandra moaned excitedly, but he didn't pull it out, "Mm... You've been such a good girl my little Veela pet... Organising your fellow Slytherins into obedient little sluts for me... Perhaps I should give you a reward?"

Her face lit up with delight, and she softly shook her fat, jutting ass in his direction, "...S-sir..!"

He let out a loose chuckle and then...

Smack~!

"Aaah💞" Her pale, cushiony booty shook like jello under his strong palm.

He smirked cruelly at her, "But that wouldn't be fair, would it? You're a Slytherin... but you're also a Veela. Why should you get some relief when your sisters are still begging for my attention, hm? You'll be patient and wait, won't you, slut?"

"Yes, sir💞" She appeared disappointed but still happily moaned, thrusting her fat, cushiony rear against his firmly squeezing hand.

"Good girl." He chuckled with satisfaction, "In that case... You're going to come with me. Stand up and turn around."

Cassandra turned, obeying his will. She had a truly luxurious dress on, and befitting a Veela, it was obscenely skin-showing. A V-neck that put all others to shame, dipping all the way down to her belly button to bare the full, monumental scope of her vast cleavage. It was dark, almost black, but had an emerald sheen where the dim lights of the stage touched it.

Most notably, there was a silver collar around her neck. It was truly silver, made of metal, yet with a magical flexibility as it snugly wrapped around her slender neck. It did not hinder her breathing but was always just tight enough to remind her of its presence. 

It had an intricate engraved design. What appeared to be embellished engravings were, in fact, runes meticulously carved by Apolline herself. There was also a keyhole... but Cassandra did not have the key. Harry did. It was the ultimate proof of her submission to him, and she took pride in wearing it.

The long line of Slytherin Witches were anxiously waiting for him, so he didn't keep them long. He took a brief moment drinking in the erotic swath of soft, exposed cleavage her dress flaunted. Once satisfied, he said, "Drop your dress, Cass."

"...yes, sir..." She said softly, smiling. As expected of a Veela, her dress was as easy as hooking her thumbs through the thin straps and peeling them off. Then the soft, dark emerald silk simply flowed off her exaggerated hourglass like water, pooling on the floor.

As Witches below the stage drank in the erotic, obscene body of the Head Girl with unkept lust. They were drooling at her Alluring figure, moaning and touching themselves.

Then, under Harry's order, they watched the stimulating sight of their Veela Head Girl, known for her stern attitude, drop to her knees submissively. He held out a hand, and from the ornate silver collar, a thin chain leapt up to his hand like a leash.

Grinning, Harry walked her as she crawled on hands and knees. Her heavy titties swayed beneath her as she followed him over to the beginning of the line.

There, the youngest of the Witches in line, a petite third-year, was blushing red in the face. He palmed the perky, relatively small, pasty-white flesh of her bubble butt. Whilst it was the smallest, she was still an adult Witch, imbued by magic to have the most fertile, sexually stimulating figure possible. So, her ass was still plenty plump and juicy and looked quite enticing on her thin frame.

Cassandra came to a stop, kneeling with her hands on her legs as she looked up at him with red cheeks and an expectant, horny gaze.

Harry ignored her, holding onto the silver leash while his other palm gave the perky, soft butt in his hand a deep tissue massage, grabbing and squeezing it. He pulled her tight, plump cheeks apart to look at her tiny pink slit. It drooled onto the floor, making a messy puddle of her arousal. Then he grinned, and dropped Cassandra's leash, which vanished with a flash of magic.

The girl loudly moaned as her companions watched enviously, still waiting in position with their asses sticking out. Harry grabbed the thin rim of her silver butt plug and gave it a tug. She let out a loud, womanly moan, rising up on her cute toes as her impossibly tight ring clung to the round base of the plug like it didn't want to let it go. Then, finally, it popped free with a gasp from the Witch.

Harry chuckled, staring at her tiny pink star, "What a cute little ass you have..."

The girl blushed fiercely. In this prudish, backwards society, having a smaller ass was better in a Witch's mind. It was less obscene. She might have even been proud of how small hers was... But now that she'd been stuck on the tail end of this wall of thick booties, she was ashamed of it. She couldn't help but wish it was bigger.

But Harry didn't mind. He loved the thick and juicy butts of fertile Witches, but he admired all varieties of sexy Witch bodies. In fact, her smaller ass was like a treasure to him. A unique delicacy to be savoured.

"Cassandra..." He sent a sly grin down to the Veela, who was staring unblinkingly at his hard cock casting its mighty shadow over her face. She was drooling like a salivating dog, one moment from breaking her master's command to pounce on the treat.

He chuckled, "You're responsible for your fellow Witches, right? Then you should prepare them properly. Loosen her up for me..." He gave the petite Witch a gentle smack on her booty.

His command made a shiver of excitement tingle through the Head Girl. Cassandra grew a lustful look, biting her painted green lips, "Yes, master..!" She understood his wish because she'd heard him give that same command to another Witch in similar circumstances... Right before Astoria Greengrass licked her tight asshole to prepare it for Harry's cock.

Gleefully, Cassandra crawled into position, thrusting her gigantic ass out behind her for all to see as she dug her slender, piano-playing fingers into the petite Witch's tushy. She peeled those tender cheeks apart, softly breathing as she stared at the tender, winking rosebud. Then she pushed her face forward, moaning with ecstasy as she began to polish the woman's rim with her tongue.

"Oooh~! Ngh..! L-Lady Vole..!" The cute Slytherin cried out, with her legs wobbling like a newborn Mooncalf, as the Head Girl began feasting on her ass earnestly.

Harry chuckled at the perverse look on Cassandra's face. Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes hazy, like she lost herself with desire, kissing, sucking, and sliding her tongue around the tight rim until the girl's ass was thoroughly ready for him.

Meanwhile, Harry turned his head. The sound of clicking heels warned him of another voluptuous woman making her way up the steps. He turned to see his wife, Lady Black, approaching with swaying hips in her sinful black dress. She held another drink in her hands.

He hugged her trim waist and gave her plump lips a big smooch, then he took the glass with a smile, "Thank you, love."

"My pleasure." She purred with a voice of excitement. Her emerald eyes trailed across the long line of her own Slytherins, "I hope the tight asses of my precious students satisfy you, my love."

Harry chuckled then held the glass up. It was almost pure white, swirling with a hint of some iridescent, colour-changing mixture within. The liquid was cloudy, which would've made him suspicious to drink it... if not for knowing what the main ingredient was.

It was another potion... but this one was made in a unique base. It wasn't water or wine. The base for this special drink was Veela milk . Narcissa proudly told him she'd hand-squeezed this batch's milk directly from Apolline's full, heavenly titties.

As for the spell in this one... Well, Veela milk was known as one of the few things in the world that could help an impotent wizard's... 'virility'. In other words, it could help an ordinary cum twice in one night—an incredible effect that was practically responsible for their species continued existence.

And when about a gallon of that was distilled in with other, even more, potent ingredients... the result was a special potion dubbed by Gabrielle playfully as the 'Cum-coction' due to its unique effects on Harry.

Harry drank the glass without hesitation, savouring the sweet, creamy taste that he could distinctly recognise as Apolline's milk. To him, it was perhaps the best thing he ever tasted, and even as he polished it off, he wanted to find the busty Veela MILF and drink more from the source.

He passed the glass back to Narcissa, giving her another smooch. Then she stood at the side. Silent but eager to watch.

Harry already felt the potion's effects. A swirling, heavy feeling in his balls. It felt as if they grew even bigger, pumping with fresh, potent baby-making seed. He laid his hand on the golden hair of the Veela, who brought her face out of the Slytherin's ass with a satisfied smile.

"Good girl..." He stroked her hair, then nodded to her, "Get the next girl ready... We've got a whole line to get through..."

"Yes, sir..!" She crawled over and, shortly after, grabbed the next doughy pair of asscheeks and spread them wide. She pulled a silver plug from the Witch's tight ass, then moaned as she buried her face between those soft cheeks. The girl began moaning sweetly, calling out to the ass-eating Head Girl.

Harry, meanwhile, gave the girl in front of him a devilish grin and slapped his cock down between her cheeks, "Ready..?"

"Y-yes..!" The girl slightly shifted, bending forward even more and lifting her ass even higher, presenting it to him with an eager, slutty smile. As ashamed as she was, her excitement was much higher. She, like all the other girls, was drunk on Allure and fully embracing their wanton desires as Witches. In this state, he could've given her any command, and she would've obeyed if it meant a chance at getting drilled by his incredible cock.

Harry lined his huge cocktip up with the impossibly small ring of her sphincter... and slowly pushed it inside. His head, like a spear, pushed forward, getting sucked inside relatively easily.

The girl let out a lewd cry, "Yeess~! F-finally~!"

This wasn't the first time these Slytherin sluts had received his cock in their backdoors... but their last experience didn't have time for preparation, so he used magic to loosen them up. Since then, he'd ordered each and every one of them to never remove this silver plug from their asses unless they planned to replace it with something bigger. He trained them to stretch out their slutty assholes, to prepare themselves to take his cock back here.

The fact that her tightest hole eagerly swallowed him up was proof that she was a 'good girl' indeed.

He chuckled deeply, his voice causing her tight ring to squeeze him tighter, "Naughty girl..! You've been working extra hard back here, haven't you..? Don't you feel any shame masturbating with your ass? "

Her face burned, but she smiled lewdly, gazing back at him with a heated expression, "Yeees~! T-that's what makes it feel so gooood~!" She said with a moaning, euphoric voice.

Harry grinned with satisfaction, "Mm~ That's what I like to hear..! You're such a dirty girl... I love dirty girls..."

"O-oh shit..! O-oh fuck..!" The ordinarily demure young lady swore as Harry's burly cock stretched her bowels. Her lips, painted for the night's dance, curled into an erotic smile of bliss, "Yeees~! My assss💞! F-fuck, it's so BIIIIGG~!"

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Harry softly grunted, sawing his massive member into the soft, cushiony cheeks of the petite Witch. Her dough ass began to gently ripple with every rough thrust. His cock mercilessly pushed through her tight anal ring, stretching it even wider than the thickest part of the plug she'd buried within.

She began to howl like a bitch in heat, letting out such an erotic voice that the girls watching and waiting in line were blushing like mad. Few had ever heard a woman howl like that, even after experiencing their stud's ridiculously big cock many times by now. It was because she was so worked up by the air, which was saturated in Veela Allure, and the aphrodisiacs she'd imbibed in the dance's punch.

That, and Harry's own lust, was driving him to fuck her hard and rough. He pounded her ass with no regard for a slow build-up or teasing. He only had one objective, to fill her belly with thick, hot cum. The cum that was filling his over-stuffed nuts now that he'd imbibed the 'Cum-coction'.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

In just a few minutes of rough, heated sex the squealing Slytherin had turned into a complete mess. She was sweating and shaking with every thrust. Her body jerked forward like a ragdoll while her soft ass was pounded with fleshy smacks. Her poor pussy quivered, and her knees knocked together as she sprayed her juices onto the stage beneath her. Her face was a mask of ecstasy, with wide, crossed eyes and a dumb, giddy smile as she spasmed through one orgasm and into the next. All from Harry's brutal ass-fucking.

Without even really trying, Harry was sprouting a new, perverted addiction in the body of this impressionable fourth year. The powerful orgasms she felt from her ass, which she'd never seen as a source of sexual pleasure before Harry, were enough to leave a profound impression on her horny, sex-craving mind.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Every thrust of their hips was followed by a rough, beast-like grunt from Harry. His muscles were tight with exertion, making all the Witches drool enviously, wishing to take the lucky Witch's place. Then, surprisingly quickly, Harry sheathed his cock in her snug ass and let himself erupt like a volcano.

"NNNNGGGHGHHH~!" The shortest, youngest Slytherin in the line squealed like they'd never heard her before, and she collapsed. She would've fallen, but as her limp arms slid down the wall, Harry grabbed them. She came, spasming uncontrollably, as she felt his hot semen wash through her belly like a surging tidal wave.

His cock, buried to the hilt inside her snug asshole lurched violently as it sprayed its voluminous shots of fertile, breeding semen. Then it kept cumming... and cumming...

"Nngh..! Ooogh..!" The Witch looked dazed, barely awake, as she felt her belly so full of molten, liquid heat. Her body tingled with euphoria, glowing head to toe with blissful sexual pleasure. The Witches that could see softly gasped, eyes looking down.

As Harry grunted as he bucked his hips into her, letting what felt like a lifetime's worth of cum out with long, pleasurable shots. Then, when he finally finished, he carefully pulled his cock free. With a wet pop it came loose. A river of cum should've followed, with how much he pumped into her snug ass, but nothing did. A spell kept it inside just long enough for him to once again plug her tight rim with the silver plug.

Then he chuckled, slapping his cock on her soft ass as he said, "Mm~ You Slytherin sluts really do have some amazing asses..! Thanks for orgasm, love." He gave her pale rump a playful smack and let her go.

She immediately collapsed, moaning weakly... and cradling her belly, which had swollen unrealistically into the shape of a dome. What must've been gallons of cum stretched her belly out to the point where it was even bigger than Hermione or Ginny's... Not from pregnancy, but absurd, magically-enhanced cum-inflation.

She didn't seem to be in any pain, however. Instead, she was cradling her belly as she drooled on the floor, locked in blissful rapture, "H-harry💞"

The next Witches in line were staring at her with huge eyes. They gulped as he looked at them. Their legs lightly trembled. Even as aroused as they were, they couldn't help but feel nervous thinking that the same thing was about to happen to them... Nervous... and undeniably excited💗

Harry grinned and took a step forward to the next girl in line. His cock was still massively erect, eager for its next ass to plunder. His balls, even after such a ridiculous ejaculation, had already entirely refilled due to magical rituals and potions.

At the beginning of his conquest of Hogwarts' horny Witches, Harry had been holding back. Perhaps 'holding back' wasn't the correct term... But he wasn't using every tool at his disposal. In fact, other than the odd loosening charm or lubrication spell, he'd avoided sexual magics altogether.

There wasn't any real profound reason for this. He was simply so immersed in raw, passionate sex with these slutty Witches that he didn't need any extra 'spice'. However, there was a little part of him that knew even these perverted girls weren't ready for certain things. They lived modest, repressed lives. So, Harry decided to 'gently' awaken their sexual natures with some 'vanilla' sex, if you can call bed-breaking, mind-melting breeding sex 'vanilla'. After that, then he'd break out some kinkier play and sex magic.

But now, he had a full private nightclub where these slutty Witches could sneak off to fully vent their wildest sexual fantasies. He gave them the hottest, sweatiest sex he could, impregnated the lot, and was working on feeding them an active supply of sex toys, stamina potions, slutty lingerie, and all the sexiest clothes the girls could ask for.

Now, he decided, it was time to add a little 'spice'. He broke the ice with stimulants and magical potions to enhance his own performance before he started with other things.

That last potion he drank was one such brew; it massively ramped up his already absurd volume of ejaculations and added a little spell to them, too. It gave the Witch's body a little extra stretchiness, allowing her belly to swell up without any issue. The Veela sluts he'd tested it on said it felt amazing too.

There was only one side effect, which in this circumstance, was actually a benefit. Simply put, it made him a bit of a quick shot. That was good in this case because he had dozens of Slytherin asses to fuck and fill—Then the rest of the club to entertain thereafter!

As much as he liked to fuck for hours on end, he couldn't conceivably do that to every Witch. And while he could swap partners without climaxing himself, these Witches were too greedy for creampies. They'd be left unsatisfied no matter how hard they came themselves. So, it was a perfect solution.

He was a little concerned about mixing so much magic in his body... But he didn't dare try without careful experimentation and research in the Black Library first. Once he was sure it was safe enough, he was surprised by the results. His body... seemed fine. Better than fine, actually. He felt incredible. It was almost frightening how his body soaked up these enchantments and potions like a sponge... hungry for them.

Regardless, this was no time to worry about it... Not with so many ripe, fuckable asses begging for his attention. He stepped over to the next girl, admiring her drool-worthy, perfectly shaped bubble-butt jutting out. After Cassandra moved away, her diligently spit-shined pucker was presented to him. He drove his cock inside, filling the club with the sound of a Witch's erotic cries.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Just like the last girl, Harry showed no mercy on this Slytherin's tight ass, stretching it hard with pounding thrusts to properly fit his girthy monster. And just like the rest, she was broken down into a squealing, babbling wreck, calling his name with submissive, loyal cries as he reamed her ass. Then he left her similarly collapsed on the floor, freshly plugged and heavily swollen with cum.

One by one he power-fucked a row of Slytherin's cherry-picked sluts, teaching their naughty little assholes to submit to his will. Each one, with Narcissa's satisfied gaze lingering over his shoulder. She watched her students with an affectionate smile, like an instructor proud of her pupil, as they obediently offered their bums to her new husband.

Witches were all secretly huge perverts on the inside. Every single one of them had lived their varying lengths of adulthood dreaming of sex. But mostly, other than a few extra special sluts, they dreamed of baby-making . That's what sex was, after all. And that's what drove them. The magical evolution of their bodies, to become as fertile and sexually developed as possible—bodies BUILT for breeding.

But that's what made Harry's act so deliciously naughty. He was fucking their bums not their cunts. Every single Witch there had an extra naughty thrill tingling inside them. He wasn't fucking them to breed. There was no chance of pregnancy. No, anal sex was something purely for pleasure. In other words, it is taboo by their society's standards. But that just meant it felt even more exciting as Harry fucked them hard, teaching them the unbelievable pleasure of anal sex as they came from nothing but some good hard butt-fucking.

He railed their asses hard enough they wouldn't be able to walk straight or sit still for weeks. Each one of them left drooling on the floor, bellies swollen, and giggling in a stupor. Occasionally, he would share a few whispered, perverse words with Narcissa, their Head of House, or share a hot kiss as he blasted her pupil's ass full of his spunk.

When he reached Daphne, the blonde Greengrass was more withdrawn. She is the only girl in the line thus far without a slutty smile on her face. Instead, she held her head up high, appearing dignified even as she stuck out her pretty white ass for a rough buggering. That mask of elegance broke the moment he started drilling her tight ass. Then, it collapsed into a much more perverted look of pleasure as she became enthralled by the boiling lust of 'taboo' sex.

"Nngh~! M-my ass~! Y-you're stretching my ASS, you dirty bastard..! D-don't you know that's what a Lady's pussy is for..?! I can't believe you made me wear that plug all day! Making ME, the young Lady of Greengrass, train my ASS for you💞?!"

Daphne's voice was the only one in line that dared to hint at a scolding tone when addressing Harry. But it was not a voice of displeasure. On the contrary, her tone entirely gave away all the dirty desires lurking in the mind of the pureblood princess.

In Daphne's mind, anal, which could not result in a child, was an even dirtier type of sex. It filled her with carnal delight like every stroke through her ass was a direct affront to her mother and heritage.

She wasn't as much of a buttslut as Astoria was, but Harry couldn't help but laugh demeaningly at her. It appeared Daphne came much harder than usual from this 'perverse' type of sex.

"YEEES~! Oh, finally💞! " A euphoric voice cried, the next in line after Daphne was left drooling on the floor with her cum-stuffed ass freshly plugged, "Plunder my tight bum, Harry~! Give it to me hard! Fuck~! Drill me with that fat cock that just made Daphne squeal like a bitch💕!"

Tracey, Daphne's brown-haired roomie, was much louder and more provocative. She seemed to delight in Cassandra's tongue rimming her. Then she provoked Harry's lust incessantly when he started clapping her doughy, plump cheeks. She howled for more and didn't stop even as he pounded her pale white ass into a nice, reddened colour.

But not even Tracey surpassed Daphne's little sister. Who, despite being younger, was many Witches further down the line. A spot well-earned due to the impressive pear shape of her lower body. Her ass was truly a sight worth drooling over and tempted Harry into a frenzy when combined with her dirty mouth.

"Harder~! Harder~! HARDER💞" The dark-haired, foul-mouthed Greengrass princess begged him, her emerald eyes rolling up in depravity, "Fuuuck~! I got so horny watching you pound those fat-assed snakes so hard! Serves those snobby bitches, right..! Ngghh... Please, give it to me even harder, Harry~! My tight little ass can take it!"

Compared to the inexperienced, butt sluts in training that were her Slytherin colleagues, Astoria was much more capable of taking this fat wizard cock in her greedy asshole. While others passed out after cumming once or twice, Astoria only gleefully shouted at him to fuck her harder.

Then finally, after a few more incredible rounds of heated buggering with some big-booty seventh years, Harry came to the end of the line.

"Mmwuah~! Slllrrrrrrp~! Sllrrrrp~! Glllck~! Glllck~!"

The Head Girl, Cassandra Vole, squatted like a slut on the stage, thrusting her fat ass behind her to let all the watching Witches see the shiny silver-banded emerald plug nestled in her own ass. She gleefully slurped and sucked on his messy cock, cleaning every drop of cum from its mighty girth.

He grabbed her pristine platinum blonde hair in a tight fist and pushed her down until he slid smoothly into the depths of this Veela's eager throat. With soft, gurgling noises, she began a sloppy, slutty blowjob, with drool and foam flying from her lips.

Such a vulgar sight had all the gathered Witches drooling, eyes flicking from Cassandra's slutty throat bulging with the thick tube of Harry's cock, to her gigantic ass like they couldn't pick which view to focus on.

And yet—Someone else still stole the show. With black heels clicking on the stage, she strode over swinging her salacious hips. She fell into Harry's arms, letting his strong hands cradle the proud, round baby bump of her belly. Then her Slytherin Green lips were devoured in a hot, erotic kiss that enflamed the lust of all the Witches watching.

The young ladies in the crowd let out gasps and moans, thinking such a heated kiss would be enough to make any of them cum on the spot in their frenzied state.

Harry dropped his hold on Cassandra's hair and let her throat his cock as she pleased. His hands found a far more important task. He reached down, greedily sinking into the soft, unbelievable cushion of the fattest Slytherin ass in the room.

No—In truth, Cassandra didn't hold that honour. At the end of the day, even the massively fertile ass of the eldest Slytherin, who also happened to be a Veela, couldn't compare to the size and shape of this ultimate prize.

The grade-A MILFylicious booty belonged to none other than his own wife, Narcissa, the Head of Slytherin House. He gave those two gigantic globes a rough manhandling beneath the thin, tight bodycon dress she was wearing.

Then, in front of the entire crowd of Witches, his hungry paws began jerking it up her slender legs until it was revealed in all its glory. While she moaned in his mouth, he kneaded and slapped those thick white cheeks, letting the crowd truly admire them. Then, he peeled them apart, and fished around back there with his own fingers.

"Nngh~!" Narcissa moaned, her tongue playfully dancing with his, and drew back.

"Naughty girl..." He grinned at her lustfully. What he found pleased him greatly. He didn't give his wife the same conditions as all these Slytherin sluts-in-training, but who was she? As Head of her House, she would only set the best example for her own Witches! That meant a matching, silver-banded butt plug was buried in her thick ass, waiting to be pulled and pounded.

He looked down at the cock-drunk Veela drooling desperately over his cock. Her lips were smearing rings of dark emerald at the root, showing just how good of a devoted cocksucker she'd already turned out to be. Along with Narcissa, her ass was the only remaining Slytherin left... But if he gave her a treat already... It wouldn't be fair to the other Veela, now would it?

So he pulled her drooling mouth off his cock, clutching her blonde hair, "You're not finished yet, greedy girl..! You'll have to try harder if you want it next..."

Cassandra's Allure, which she had always tightly repressed inside the castle, came out in full force. Her dark green eyes were begging to be fucked, while she sat on her knees, naked, red-faced, and gasping.

...But Harry wasn't going to bend. For now, the Allure only fueled his libido to feed the other yet-untouched groups of horny witches.

After Harry left the stage a mess of fucked-silly Slytherins, a new kind of show was the centre focus.

He decided to take a brief break after pounding dozens of slutty snakes full throttle. So he found himself a nice seat in the middle of a group of girls. With his thick cock still jutting up with a gigantic erection, the girls couldn't keep their eyes off it. They were flicking their gazes at each other, seemingly one step from fighting over who was going to have the privilege of sitting on his lap.

But with just a word from him, the ladies seemed to lose any interest in fighting over his cock. Instead, they were filled with eager excitement as a fun new game began.

"Gglllck~! Glllck~! Glllck~!" A loud and lewd, wet sound filled the air as a Witch squatted between Harry's open legs and showed off just how well she could throat it.

Meanwhile, younger Witches, students, were cheering with even greater excitement.

"Mm~ Yeah~! Take it deep, Madam Poppy~!"

They were overexcited because they saw their very own school Nurse, a strict, no-nonsense Mediwitch, deepthroating long and hard enough to impress them with her technique. They never imagined they'd see this side of her, and it was a thrilling spectacle. A Professor, a woman in a position of power, revealing and giving herself to the same wild desires they had been taught to repress. She was an example that this was all okay... and, at the same time, a perverse, exciting spectacle of naughtiness.

"Glllrrrck~! GLLLCK~! GLLLLCK~! Sllrrrrrrp~!" With a loud, slobbering retreat, Poppy popped her messy red lips off his massive, jaw-stretching member and sucked air into her lungs. Then, glancing at the students gathered around them, she muttered, "S-so improper..! B-but why does it feel so good..?"

One of the nearby girls heard her and grinned, "You're really saying that after THAT performance?"

Beside her, another pair of wine-red lips took her place, "Mmmm💞 Slrrrrrp~!"

The last of the Professors notched on Harry's belt, the strict, no-nonsense Librarian Madam Pince was greedily stretching her lips around his shaft. Her eyes were a look of pure delight, a transformation that no one had expected.

The horny voyeurs watched with delight as the two well-respected Professors took turns stretching their lips around Harry's meat and taking him deep into their throats. They all let out excited cries as he let out a groan and pulled free, grabbing the two MILF Professors and pulling their gorgeous faces cheek-to-cheek so he could cover their faces in his spunk.

The two women moaned, filled with lustful excitement as their own students showered them with praise and applause for getting a thick facial from Harry Potter.

They were then pulled onto his lap one-by-one as Witches urged Harry to fuck them hard. He lifted Poppy up in his arms, spreading her legs wide so all could watch him drill her cunt hard and fast. Pince was bent over next, ploughed from behind and spanked raw until her thick cheeks were glowing red.

He left both well-regarded Professors of Hogwarts in a heap on the floor, with fresh, hot cum seeping from their gaping quims.

...

...

Harry drank in the sight around him. Dozens of Veela were gathered, sending him slutty looks of pure desire. Most were halfway out of their dresses, with straps lowered to flash their incredible breasts. Others had long left them somewhere on the club's floor.

They were floating around him behind his chair, teasing him with dirty words and

pumping him full of Allure... But none were allowed to touch him yet. Not until they made him 'snap' or earned his attention. He saw about half of them couldn't wait and were either locked in a heated embrace or tangled together on the floor, grinding passionately together.

He grabbed the nearest one, a fat-assed Bulgarian cheerleader leaning on the seat of his chair and jiggling her tits in his face. She looked delighted, but he didn't give her what she wanted. Not yet. Instead, he gave her an order.

Not for a drink, food, or another potion. Instead, he 'ordered' something naughtier. Something more perverse.

A pair of ladies.

He sent her fat ass off with a spank, and she came back with two busty beauties.

Harry slid back into his seat with a grin and watched two of the heaviest-chested women in the club walk over. He wasn't certain if they earned the crown of the biggest-breasted Witches, but they were in the top five at minimum. Which, considering his growing colony of Veela, was nothing short of miraculous.

More importantly, they were both red-heads.

He eagerly put his hands on the third-biggest belly in the club as Molly Prewitt , nee Weasley, sauntered her broad, motherly hips into his reach. Despite cumming nearly two dozen times already, his cock appeared famished when her hyper-fertile drew near.

A massive, freckled swath of irresistible boobflesh stretched the woefully ill-equipped neckline of her crimson dress so tightly he could hear the fabric strain. Her hair was silky in waves down her shoulders, giving her dimpled grin a shockingly cock-stirring allure. MILF was the only way he could describe her.

Molly had been utterly transformed by their experience. She'd lived her years as a 'proper housewife', and after Harry had unleashed her libido in full force, she turned into a vivacious, cock-hungry cougar.

"Harry, dear💞" She purred at him with her big, kissable lips in a saucy grin. A phrase once so sweet and caring now carried the sultry desire of a lover. He pulled her onto his knee and greeted her with a big smooch.

The girl beside her, on the other hand, kept some of her shy nature. It was a sweet, innocent mask. One that was more honest than most 'demure' Witches. Susan Bones was quiet by nature, even after experiencing her wildest sexual fantasies with the big-dicked stud of her dreams.

Susan's gentle yellow dress was more cute than sexy… But it was her outlandish figure that made it look so lewd. Her own pearly-white breasts stuffed the bodice of her dress to burst like her two huge melons were trying to compete with Molly's massive rack. For a lady as young as her, Susan's tits performed admirably in that comparison.

He grinned at these two red-headed bombshells, "Come over here…"

Harry pulled Susan into his other side, making her melt with a steamy kiss. His hands were all over the two busty red-heads, and he didn't waste a second tugging and pulling on their dresses to free those massive tits. The two pairs of sweater-stretching titties were enough to keep him entertained forever… But he had an entire club of Witches vying for his attention, so he went straight for the prize.

"Mm~ You're all worked up tonight, young man..!" Molly softly chuckled in her hungry tone while she marvelled at his massive meat pillar, "Let's take care of this, shall we, dear?" She turned her question to the young lady across from her, as together they grabbed their massive, impossibly soft titties and trapped his throbbing cock in heaven.

Harry let out a pleased groan; his extra-sensitive cock packed tight in soft titty meat felt simply incredible. Due to his sky-high libido, the Allure, and the aphrodisiacal potion pumping through his system, those mountainous pillows squeezing and sliding up and down his throbbing shaft felt just as good as sex to him. The sight of those enormous pale boobs squishing together on his lap further enhanced his satisfaction.

"..!" Susan somehow appeared shy, even in this circumstance. Surrounded by horny witches losing clothes by the minute and calling Harry for sex, and after all the debauchery she'd watched on stage… Susan was so turned on that she was trembling as the slightest touch might set her off.

But even so, she was ducking her eyes away from Molly, who was grinning at her and whispering naughty encouragement, "Look at this big boy~! He's such a stud, isn't he, Susan? Even with Witches as blessed as we..! Heheh, our tits can't manage to contain this beast!"

Both Molly and Susan were looking down as they leaned over his lap. Their massive tits were spilling over his groin. However, Harry's cock still stood stubbornly tall, with its thick, obscene tip proudly peeking out from the snowy valley of those white mountains.

Molly smiled sinfully, seeing the look in Susan's eye, "Go on, dear 💞"

Susan let out a breathless moan and leaned forward to greet his cock in a heated kiss. Her painted red lips slipped open as her tongue came out greedily. She glanced up at him, drooling, and moaned his name, "Harry~! Mmwuah💋!"

Together, these two red-headed bombshells gave him the softest, hottest titty-fuck in the world. With the potion still coursing through his veins, it didn't take him long to blow his top, spraying the massive sea of milky tittymeat in rich seed.

Then he had Molly teach Susan how a slutty, baby-craving Witch should ride their wizard's cock. The girls all around them cheered Molly on at the sight of the unbelievably sexy MILF putting on a good show.

"God... He's really giving it to her, huh..?"

Cho Chang, the newest addition to Harry's harem, said with a breathy gasp. She was watching wide-eyed as Harry held Susan up like a feather and dropped her thick ass on his cock in brutal repetitions. Her own legs were still shaking after just one round of sex, and watching this made her realise he'd been taking it easy on her .

Not far away from the action, a small circle of girls was gathered at a table along one edge of the room.

Among them were Hermione and Ginny, who were also taking the time Harry spent ploughing Slytherin asses to pull themselves back together. The two were still flushed in dishevelled dresses that were torn from Harry's rough treatment. They were leaning against each other in a booth along one wall, catching their breaths as they watched the party unfold.

Due to the fog of arousal in the air and the erotic cries of Witches getting drilled by Harry, their conversation was steamy. To 'introduce' Cho to their new, erotic world as Harry's newest Witch, the ladies were eagerly sharing. They were swapping cherry-popping stories and comparing their naughtiest misadventures with Harry in the castle. All of which made Cho gasp and blush with burning ears.

Among them were a few Gryffindor girls and one other third-year.

The last-mentioned unnamed Witch was receiving odd glances from the other girls. She seemed oddly out of place and not focused on the conversation. She was pretty as a fairy, with a unique aura about her person. Something about her presence set her apart from the rest.

"Ooh, yummy~!"

She was the only girl in the club who seemed more interested in the large trays of snacks, sweets and desserts than she was in watching Harry fuck, or swap sex gossip with the other girls. Instead, she was transfixed on a tray of pudding and custard with odd, glimmering sprinkles. She reached down with her finger to swipe a swirl of cream and smiled with delight as she tasted it. Somehow, she had a dollop on the tip of her nose.

She appeared odd. She was in her own little world and didn't seem affected by the Allure or the spiked punch. Her cheeks were snowy white, without flush or blush.

She brought her dessert over and joined the rest of the girls at the table, completely immersed. Ginny watched as she pulled out a little vial of cloudy, white liquid and poured it over the other toppings.

"What is that?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Semen." The blonde replied with a smile.

Ginny choked on air, and the other girls shared wide-eyed looks.

"Uh... Harry's, right?" One of the older Gryffindors asked.

"Of course~! Who else's would it be?" She said as she mixed it together with a spoon and happily took a bite, "Mm~" She smiled radiantly.

The Witches looked at her with wide eyes.

Ginny seemed the most unsurprised by her bizarre nature and was biting her lip as she watched. Then, to the shock and laughter of the rest of the table, Ginny asked, "...Can I have a bite?"

"Sure~" She happily replied and stuffed her spoon into Ginny's mouth.

"...pineapple..?" Ginny muttered but found the odd combination of taste oddly savoury. She giggled and wiped her lip, "It's actually pretty good..."

"Spotted dick with cream and cum~!" The spritely blonde said with a smile, "It's my favourite—with pineapple and dried currants. I like to sprinkle it with pixie dust."

The ladies couldn't help but guffaw at this peculiar girl. They couldn't help but laugh. 'Spotted dick' was a humorous name for a steamed pudding with added fruits, but when 'cream and cum' was added, it left them with absurd expressions. Some of them were just as curious as Ginny.

Hermione didn't know much about this quirky blonde. In fact, she'd never seen her fucked by Harry in any of the orgies they'd had... but then again, this young blonde was wearing a stunning teal-coloured dress. Ravenclaw, she presumed.

But she didn't let it deter her. After all, she knew this was precisely Harry's goal tonight. So she smiled welcomingly and pulled her into the conversation, "We were just sharing our first experiences... When did you say Harry knocked you up again..?"

The blonde turned her head, smiling with such a radiant, innocent smile. She softly fingered the curled tip of her ethereal blonde hair, "Oh, it was quite some time ago. We were on the train."

'…The train..?' Hermione furrowed her perfectly plucked brows. She took a glance at Ginny, who likewise looked confused. By train , she naturally assumed the Hogwarts Express.

'But Harry spent the entire trip breaking Pansy into his obedient little slut..!' She thought, remembering the eight-hour train ride she'd spent getting drilled on her back beside a squealing Ginny and shrieking Pansy.

'Certainly… There are quite a few spots missing from my memory… But did Harry really leave us passed out stuffed full of cum, to go sneak off and knock up some other slut..?' She wondered, with a spike of frustration filling her heart. Not jealously, but another reason, '…And he DIDN'T tell us about it..?!'

She moaned in disappointment.

…But as the girls looked at this strange, airy blonde, there was another reason Hermione was filled with doubt.

Her eyes slipped down the large slopes of soft, pure-white cleavage pushing outward from a teal bodycon dress. Beneath… she stared at the blonde's conspicuously slender belly.

Hermione's eyes narrowed, '…three months ago..?'

The blonde kept a floaty smile on her face and licked her spoon clean. She seemed oblivious to Hermione's inspection, as her gaze bounced around the room, "Hmm~ Mhmm~"

Hermione's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Either Harry's magically-imbued, womb-bloating semen had failed to knock up this slender pixie, an impossible occurrence in Hermione's mind. Or... this fae-like blond was lying .

Secretly, Hermione whispered over to Ginny.

"...Ginny... did Poppy confirm her pregnancy?"

Ginny looked confused, "What? How should I know?"

Hermione furrowed her brow, "...you invited her... didn't you?"

Ginny's eyes grew big, "...I thought... you did..."

The two Witches looked at each other in a moment of alarm. They were the only two Witches in charge of passing out the 'golden tickets' that gave girls entry to Harry's nightclub.

Then they turned... only to find the floaty, fairy-like blonde girl had disappeared. Gone just as quick as she had appeared, leaving the two girls in a stupor.

Harry sat like a king in a large circle of flushed, sexy Witches. The girls had lost all sense of shame or decency, trading remarks from flirty to downright lecherous in nature as they giggled and sipped on the Veela hostesses' punch.

They were all in luxurious dresses... but they were scandalous by wizard standards, and some had gotten quite loose indeed. There were girls whose shoulder straps had slipped down or simply snapped in the night's raucous excitement, flashing soft, naked titty-flesh shamelessly. Others pulled up their skirts to straddle another girl's lap as desire became too much to contain, and pairs of newly formed girlfriends were fiendishly making out, their hands giddily exploring each other.

But the small group of about a dozen busty, tipsy Witches gathered around Harry were focused on the latest sloppy attempt to rouse his lust into fucking them all into a stupor.

Harry sat with a gorgeous girl on each knee. Together, they were a true, cock-rousing sex fantasy come to life. A pair of matching, utterly fuckable tan-skinned Indian Witches.

On his left was Parvati Patil, the bolder, sluttier of the two, with a naughty addiction to rough, booty-clapping anal sex. Her dress was scarlet red to show her dedication to Gryffindor, but more importantly, her place as Harry's willing harlot.

On his right was the other side of the coin. Padma Patil, the quieter, closet-slut of Ravenclaw. Her dress was a mirror image of her twin's but in deep blue instead of scarlet red. Her body was much the same. Whilst her ass was round, fat and fuckable, she lacked her twin's utterly mind-boggling booty. Instead, her dress emphasised where all the extra softness went, stretching out her blue dress' neckline precariously.

And while the first of which twins had been the first to taste his incredible cock, fucked into a stupor during his conquest of Gryffindor's finest pussy, the latter of which had actually been the first to know him for who he was. Padma had caught him in the stadium with some Ravenclaw friends and, by chance, glanced over to see Hermione and Ginny drooling over his fat cock like a pair of well-trained cumsluts.

Since then, she'd spent every night in the castle sweaty in blue'n'silver bedsheets, diddling herself like mad. She was desperately envious, dreaming to be kneeling at Harry's feet as his loyal, eager cock slave.

He knew she'd seen him, but to his surprise, she never made any move of her own when they came to the castle... other than sending him the most poorly-masked looks of lust out of any other Witch in the castle. Padma was a real example of how ingrained it was in Witches to hide their slutty nature no matter what. Even knowing he was a man with an ample libido, every Witch's dream partner, she dared not approach him herself or reveal her own nature.

Instead, when she caught sight of him in the halls, she'd get herself so worked up that she'd practically run away, ducking into the nearest quiet space so she could frig herself until she'd calmed down again.

...and Harry didn't approach her either. Half of him expected her to snap at any moment and come crawling over for a taste... The other half was utterly distracted by the sluts already in reach—in other words, the Gryffindor girls throwing themselves on his dick.

But after he'd snagged Parvati, breeding the fat-assed Indian bombshell on the crimson carpet of Gryffindor's female dorm... Harry felt it would be cruel to leave her sister neglected. And more importantly, it would've been a damn tragedy NOT to give these gorgeous Indian twins a matching pair of pregnant bellies.

So he immediately convinced Parvati (Fucking her into submissive compliance) to help him into her sister's knickers.

Though... It didn't take much convincing at all. Once he'd broken her down to agree with the idea... Parvati was practically drooling, in a hot frenzy, cumming around his cock while begging him to breed her sister.

That night, the two ambushed Padma while she was jilling herself in her room. Parvati confessed her affair—the hot breeding sex she'd shared with Harry—to her sister whilst getting her pussy reamed by Harry's massive cock in a raw display of animalistic mating that made Padma melt in an instant. Soon he had Parvati watch as he treated her sister's pussy the same, giving that poor, thirsty womb an equal share of potent, magically-rich baby batter.

Now, months later, these two Indian Witches had developed beautifully, sporting three-month bellies as proof of his seed's efficacy.

But there was something else about these Twins... a naughty little secret shared... Only revealed behind the closed doors of a private, individual dorm room in Ravenclaw Tower. In that sacred, isolated place of quiet and study, these naughty sisters confessed some dirty little secrets to Harry. Secrets which, when combined with further accounts, Daphne and Astoria, Gabby and Fleur, provided an illuminating truth about the proclivities of sister Witches in their strange world.

A fit of giggles tickled his ears, filling them with a beautiful sound. Padma on his right, and Parvati on his left. Their blue and red dresses were Indian in style... but notably sexier than the average of the party. He wondered if they'd had it made special for the occasion. Regardless, it was a feast for his eyes.

Deliciously tanned thighs, so plump and soft-looking, without any hint of flaw, were revealed. Their flowing, modest skirts revealed a magical trick, splitting apart and unveiling their juicy legs in all their glory. Such luscious, smooth thighs were interlocked as the sisters sat on his knees, facing each other. Each one had a hand on his shoulder and a teasing look in their eyes.

They were giggling with excitement. Delightful, giddy thrills, as they looked at him with enchanting smiles... and glanced at each other. They both looked gorgeous for the dance tonight, with an exotic flair to their makeup, which made the deep look in their eyes as they looked at each other so much more exciting.

"Go on now..." Harry said huskily, holding onto their trim waists. His voice was daring and full of intention, "...You want to get me worked up, don't you girls? I told you exactly how to do it..."

"Mmm~" Parvati's voice hummed in her throat, looking at her twin with an amorous smile. She softly bit her lip.

Padma, blushing, gave a shy nod, "...yeah..."

All the girls surrounding them watched with equal levels of excitement, breaking into giggles and gasps as the twins agreed to Harry's suggestion.

Floating between the two, held aloft by Harry's spell, was a glass of something pink and swirly. It bubbled streams of smoke that intermingled in a spiralling dance, then popped into heart-shaped clouds.

"...y-you do it this time..." Parvati said in a breathless gasp, looking at her sister with rising excitement.

"R-really..?" Padma exclaimed, and for a moment, it seemed like she would refuse... but the club's air of desire had done its magic, and she reached out with shaky fingers. She tipped the glass toward her lips...

"No... Not like that..." Harry stopped her. His magic pulled the glass away from Padma... and toward Parvati.

"Oh god... Harry..." Padma whimpered as she watched it tilt.

The girls around them softly moaned and quietly cheered, with a 'That's so hot' or 'Damn, I'm thirsty'.

Padma leaned forward, grabbing her twin's slender hips and sharing one last glance with Parvati. Then she dipped forward... and sucked the pink, tasty liquid from the deep chalice of supple tan cleavage her sister's pushed-together titties provided.

Harry's cock throbbed at the erotic, sensual display. Parvati whimpered and moaned her sister's name. Padma ravenously sucked and slurped at her sister's delicious titties like she couldn't get enough of them.

But she didn't swallow the delicious drink. She couldn't . The spell in the potion kept her from doing so. At the same time, it cast its magic on her mind. It reached into her thoughts and desires and amplified the dirty, naughty secrets she'd been harbouring... for her own sister.

"Mmmph~!" Parvati's open mouth was sealed by a fiendish twin. Padma's tongue dove deep, sliding hungrily against her sister's and feeding her half of a sweet, Sapphic potion.

The girls around them erupted in cheers of delight and moans of arousal, some unable to resist pulling their skirts up to play with their soaking cunnies or trade helping hands to their girlfriends on either side.

Padma and Parvati's eyes glazed over in lust and desire. Their lips and tongues came together in a steamy, hot, open-mouthed kiss, devouring each other. Their spit drooled down their lips, but they hungrily lapped it off their sister's faces, drunk on the desire for their own twin's body. They were pawing at each other's clothes. Parvati groped her sister's abundant boobs with her lithe fingers. Padma leaned forward to grab her sister's thick, meaty ass.

Harry watched it all with lust boiling over. It was a truly gorgeous sight in his mind. The love of two sisters was fully embraced now in hot, sweaty lesbian action. They collapsed together off his lap and onto the cushion of the couch, pulling at each other's clothes in an urgent need to fulfil their desires.

He watched, chuckling to himself, as Padma pulled her sister's legs open... and brought their gushing wet twats together in a vigorous, wet scissoring. Their voices rose, becoming the primary attention of the entire club.

"Padma~! O-Oooh💞"

"Fuuckk..! Y-you're so sexy, Parvati..!"

Harry's cock was at its limit, the sight of passionate lesbian sisters fucking each other like mad too much to resist. Padma squealed with delight as he grabbed her silky black hair and pushed her down, tits squished together, as he forced her into another hot kiss with her sister... and split her soaked pussy open with his veiny cock.

"Ooooohhhh fuuuuuck~!" Padma howled louder than the quiet, modest Ravenclaw ever had, eyes going cross as her quivering cunt sprayed her squirt over her sister's twat.

Harry gave the Indian twins their reward, fucking their hot, pregnant cunts for putting on such a good show together and giving them each a thick, hot creampie. He pounded each one of them hard, using all his tricks to make them cum themselves silly. Padma passed out first, drooling between Parvati's tits. Then Parvati was forced to suck the cum from her unconscious sister's pussy while he pumped her womb full, then reamed her ass, too, for good measure.

"Mmm, you two are always a treat together... Now..." He grinned at the hot and needy gazes of the Witches all around him, "Who's next?"

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie Bell were the first three in line, giggling on their knees around his open legs. They took turns gargling and choking, ruining their makeup as he stretched their throats and forced them deep to suck his hard cock. With a competitive spirit, the three Quidditch teammates tried to prove which of them could take his massive meat the deepest.

All three of them ended up dazed as Harry fucked their throats roughly. With their hands buried up their skirts, furiously fingering their soaked twats, they couldn't stop themselves from cumming.

Then Harry let out a satisfied sigh and downed the rest of his drink. Then, surrounded by the hungry gazes of the spectators, he rose.

"Glllrrck~!?" Katie Bell was wide-eyed as he clutched her cute brown ponytail and dragged her up as he rose out of his seat, his cock still bulging deep in her throat.

Then he summoned his wand, and all the Witches gasped.

With a muttered spell, he waved it, and Katie Bell let out a squealing, muted choke, lips sealed around his girthy pillar. Her teammates watched, amazed and excited, as she was spun around, floating in the air by Harry's magic. The Slytherins had seen this trick, but not many of the other girls had. A moment later, she was levitating upside down, level with his groin, as his cock plugged her throat like a pussy.

Harry chuckled and raised his hands. He made two grabbing motions in the air and pulled them apart.

Riiiiiiipppp~!

The girls gasped with excitement as Katie's cute teal dress was torn off her voluptuous body in a flash, bearing her busty boobs and naked cunt to the room. Then with another flare of magic, she started spasming, waving her hands to clutch at her teammates for support as she gargled and gagged on his cock.

They watched wide-eyed as Katie's naked boobs suddenly began to mould and move in strange ways, as invisible hands groped, squeezed, bounced, and slapped them. Her nipples vibrated and tugged, making her twitch and squeal. At the same time, her legs were jerked open and spread wide, just in time for a magical spell to latch onto her clit.

"MMMMGGGGGGGHH~!" Katie squealed, eyes rolling back, though no one could see it. But what they could see made them gasp with delight.

Psssssshhhh~!

From her open legs, her tender pink twat sprayed an impressive arc of juices as she squirted powerfully from a body-shaking orgasm.

Katie Bell went crazy. She was suddenly being seized by such a powerful wizard's magic, her body treated like his personal toy. At the same time, her sensitive boobs, nipples, and clit were mercilessly attacked by invisible hands. All the while, Harry was using her throat like a fleshlight. It was too much for a horny Witch who dreamed of experiencing crazy sex. It made her cum like never before—and he wasn't even fucking her yet.

The other girls were delighted at the spectacle and couldn't resist touching themselves as they watched... But only enjoyed it for a few moments before they yelped in alarm. Their own dresses were torn off their sex-pot bodies, and they were bathed in Harry's magic.

The club suddenly broke into loud squeals and eager cries as Harry proved he could entertain these sluts by the dozens without issue. Soon, Katie's teammates were joining her on the floor, on a bed of torn dresses. Harry pulled out of her drenched mouth and showered the three of them in rich, creamy seed.

He gasped in delight as he reached yet another release, then grinned.

With magic thrumming and cock throbbing, he had only just begun.

He flipped Alicia onto Katie and plugged her juicy cunt in one stroke, making her squeal out in shocked ecstasy. The three Gryffindor Quidditch girls were clinging to each other on the floor, still covered in cum, as Harry swapped freely between three sets of juicy, quivering cunts and snug little assholes.

Once he filled each well-fucked hole, he beckoned the next closest Witch to clean his cock with her mouth, then bent her over a sofa to fill her up too.

The heat in the club reached its peak as everyone broke down to their basest desires under the powerful Allure of so many Veela. There was little left of any dancing, drinking or chatting. All that was left were pants, moans, and happy squeals. Witches gathered around Harry as he took them two or three at a time and quickly worked his way through batches of hot, horny pussies.

Then finally, once he'd given at least every 'regular' Witch a filling dose of cum in their wombs, he turned his attention to the Veela.

...

"Harry~!"

A needy, wanton voice cried out to him. The tune of it sounded so sweet, yet naughty at the same time. A begging, alluring temptation. He didn't even need to turn his head to know how worked up she was. But when he did, he drank in the sight of a frustrated, flushed Veela.

Fleur Delacour was at the end of her rope.

Her lovely light blue dress was much more modest than every other girl here due to her mandatory appearance at the Yule Ball. But now it was just like the rest—pooled at her feet. Her naked, alabaster skin was radiant in the dim, magical light of the club. Her body was heated up with Allure, yearning for his touch.

All around her were dozens of ladies who wore the same fiendish look. They took what relief they could from each other, but it was clear that it wouldn't hold them off much longer. They were all ravenous with desire.

Fleur, much more than the rest.

She was forced to watch this display of utter depravity with jealousy burning in her gaze. Harry flaunted the growing, pregnant bellies of his ladies, showering them with kisses and tender touches while giving their pregnant pussies much more aggressive attention.

She, meanwhile, had a chastity spell locking up her fertile eggs. She ached to be in their place, to feel his essence fill her womb.

Finally, she could take no longer.

Over two dozen Veela were drowning the club in their horny pheromones and magical Allure, focusing all that seductive, enchanting power on Harry... And yet Fleur was the one who broke first.

Harry let out a loose chuckle as Fleur's desperate, whining moan rose into a near bird-like screech. She leapt across the floor, crossing an impressive distance to tackle him to the floor.

Or she would have if he had let her. Instead, he was as solid as oak and caught her lithe, bodacious figure in his firm arms. Her drenched sex began grinding and humping his massive still-hard cock. She let out a frenzy of moans, both delighted and wanting more. Her hands held his cheeks as she leaned into him, locking her legs around him and kissing him ravenously.

Harry just held her hips and broke it off. While he chuckled, she latched her lips onto his neck, sucking, kissing, and moaning, unable to even form words in her daze of pure desire. She babbled slurred sentences in French he didn't understand. He recognised roughly half, but only because it was all expletives and curses.

"Sorry, love..." Harry said honestly as he held her. He guided her grinding hips to slide his fat girth across her sensitive sex, feeling just how soaked she was. Then he muttered in her ear, "Did I leave you out for too long?"

Upon reflection, he realised he'd been unfair. Veela were naughty creatures by nature and loved sex. Because of that, they gladly took up much of his attention day-to-day. But at the same time, he knew they enjoyed watching sex just as much as partaking in it. So, his plan was two-fold. It gave him time to please the regular Witches and tease the Veela all at once. By leaving these naughty creatures for last, he knew he'd have plenty of time to spoil them with all the sex their horny pussies could take.

...But Fleur was where he went wrong. She was already jealous of the other Witches for their pregnancies... And this night was supposed to be HER night, wasn't it? The Yule Ball's purpose was to celebrate the champions... But he twisted it and used the opportunity to gather his entire harem together.

With how vast it'd grown—Fifty or more students, plus three female Professors—there was no way McGonagall or Dumbledore wouldn't notice them sneaking out of the castle in such big numbers. The Yule Ball provided a distraction. This could likely be their only chance to meet in such a large gathering for some time.

But now, Harry realised he might've snubbed Fleur more than he intended to. She fled the Ball as quick as she could to rush over here, and he made her wait even longer.

She murmured words of pure lust, sweet love, and utter vulgarity in his ear while trying her hardest to make her tender sex cum hard on his cock.

"S-sorry..!" She stammered, unable to contain herself, "I can't..! I can't..!"

He grabbed her incredible, sculpted round bubble butt and held her still for just a moment. Then he leaned back to look into her crystal-blue eyes. He chuckled at the needy expression she wore and clicked his tongue, "...You've been holding back for me... When this is supposed to be your night. I'll make it up to you, love."

His deep voice made her body tingle and hump him faster, burning with passion. He chuckled lowly and gave her deliciously plump ass a playful spank.

Then he looked over her shoulder. Witches were naked and strewn about Apolline's finest furnishings and the soft carpeted flooring, all quivering, gasping, and leaking fresh cum. Only the flock of wound-up Veela were left staring, looking at him like a pack of starved harpies. They were even more desperate than the night he'd stepped into the Bulgarian tent and introduced them to their first taste of a man.

He smirked at the wanton looks in their eyes, "You sluts look just as desperate... Are you ready for some fun?"

A dozen lustful cries and begging voices serenaded him. Meanwhile, Fleur grew even more desperate, as if worried she'd lose his attention. She begged in his ear while grinding her hips like mad.

"Well, come on then! I'll give you sluts what you deserve! But first..!" He turned his searing look to the radiant blonde fairy in his arms, "Let's give the Tri-wizard Champion some love, shall we?"

Fleur, in her haze of wanton desire, felt herself surrounded by body heat. Melodic giggles and lustful purrs tickled her ears as slender hands supported her body from all angles. Soft flesh pushed against her, driving her wild.

"Oooh~! H-harry..!" Fleur shrieked with desire. She was held aloft in the middle of the club's floor by half a dozen horny Veela. As she threw her head back in a moan, she felt the soft cushion of a fat pair of boobs.

All around her were a half-dozen pair of plump, perfectly shaped Veela titties. And, just beneath them, the ever-growing swell of four-month pregnant bellies. The sight of which fueled her with a flaring cycle of jealousy and lust. Her pussy ached, feeling like it was on fire, as Harry's meaty cock slid against it.

"AAAAH~!" She shrieked again as he gave it to her, stuffing her greedy, jealous pussy full of all the thick, Witch-breeding cock it could take. In an instant, his fat cockhead mercilessly slammed against her womb, making her vision go white in a spontaneous, powerful climax. She would've fallen if not for the hot and playful Veela holding her in their arms.

"Fucking… tight..!" Harry grunted as he felt her clamp down like nothing else. The sinful grip of this sex creature's pussy was enough to tempt him to be cruel and tease her into such a state again in the future. If this feeling was his reward.

In the height of lust, venting all the Allure that she'd harassed him with, Harry showed Fleur's delicate, pink flower no mercy. He grabbed her hips and fucked her full force, stirring up her naughty juices in a wet, ferocious bout of sex.

"Come on, girls..! Help me out..! Drive her crazy..!" Harry grunted his command to the sexy naked Veela surrounding him. These nude, gorgeous creatures were like beacons of sex. Each one was an ever-present temptation, begging him to grab and fuck… But he persisted. For just a bit longer, he gave Fleur his full attention and sicced this pack of Veela on her naked body.

Harry kept her supported with magic and his strong arms on her hips as he hammered his cock into her gushing twat. The Veela descended with the smiles of Succubi. Fleur cried out wantonly as she felt them kissing and sucking at all the erogenous zones on her body. Tender lips and playful tongues focused on her neck, her nipples, her belly, and her sensitive navel. The rest weren't idle and added to this overstimulation by kissing and licking her arms, fingers, and hips.

It made the French Veela cum like crazy.

"Oh 'arry~!" She cried out his name in a string of French expletives, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

But she was no ordinary Witch. Even through such a brutal pussy-pounding, Fleur was begging for more. Her tight walls coiled around his pistoning prick, greedily sucking him in deeper. Her eyes were pure wanting, while her Allure ravenously attacked him. Even through her intense climax, Fleur never broke.

"Fuck me, Harry~! Stretch my leetle flower with 'zat magnificent cock~!" Her angelic, snow-white features were red with desire as she panted. She looked into his eyes, begging for more, "Fuck 'zis slutty Veela Champion and fill her with your delicious CUM💕"

As her desire reached her peak, her voice came out more desperately. A Siren's song that urged him to ruin her . Finally, she made her real desire clear, "Come on, lover~! Your wonderful seed is so thick and seeped in magic..!" Her lips curled sinfully, "It 'as impregnated all these slutty Witches! I want it, too! Will 'zis silly leetle seal on my womb really keep such potent seed at bay? Let us see! Fill my thirsty womb with seed and KNOCK ME UP~! "

"Hah..!" Harry smirked devilishly at her and squeezed her hips. He only responded by pumping into her soaking sex at a blistering pace, pushing her into countless little spasming climaxes.

Overwhelmed by jealousy and a steep desire to be bred like all the rest, Fleur constantly urged him to use his magic to pierce the seal and fertilise her eggs, all so she could join the numerous ranks of heavy-bellied Veela around her. It wasn't a bad strategy. And Harry was minorly concerned that it might actually work.

The magic protecting her womb was no joke. Still, Harry's desire to impregnate this Veela was actually higher than her own. In the heat of sex, with Allure slinking into his head and the desire to breed this fertile creature swelling higher by the minute, his magic threatened to make it happen.

That was all she hoped for, as she felt his cock swell in her greedy quim, and his thick ejaculation flooded her inner depths, "Oh yeeees~! Give it to me, lover💕~! Fill me up just like all these other slutty girls! Breed your desperate Veela slut💞!"

Fleur threw her head back in a slutty smile as all the Veela around her giggled at her desperate cries. Her hands found themselves on the swell of a pair of baby bumps while her pussy desperately milked Harry's cock, yearning to be next.

Her words drew more of his thick, churning cum from his bloated balls. Enough that her trim belly was slightly swollen with the sheer volume he'd filled her with. The Black Rituals and cum-enhancing potion he'd imbibed made his loads massive. With such an amount, it seemed feasible that even the world's most potent contraceptive magic might actually fail... Just the chance, no matter how slim, was enough for Fleur to cum so hard she nearly fainted.

"...So much yummy semen💞" A delighted, fairy-like voice giggled on Harry's right as he felt a warm, soft body smoothly squeeze up against him. He glanced down to see Fleur's shorter, more petite sister with an impish look on her face. She smiled and reached out to stroke Fleur's cum-bloated belly.

Then she gave him a coy, temptingly cheeky grin, "...did you really do it, 'arry~? Am I going to get a baby sister~?" Her voice gasped with a faux innocence, while her smile was full of sexual desire. Gabrielle was just as worked up and seemed to delight in the thought of him impregnating her sister, "I've always wanted one💗! Mmm~ Heheh and I've always wanted to see Fleur pregnant💓! "

Harry released Fleur's hips as he slowly grinded his cock into her spasming, creampied twat. He left it to the Veela to support her while he wrapped an arm around Gabby's thin waist to grab her plump, naked bubble butt. She gleefully moaned as her own juices were flooding down her thighs.

"You'll have plenty... The first one's already on the way, remember?" He gave a husky response as he spanked her pert, thick rear and turned his head to the other side.

Apolline squeezed her massive, naked breasts against his chest, smothering his muscles with warmth. Her violet-painted lips were leaving kiss marks down his neck as she praised him for treating her precious daughter's pussy so well. His other hand slipped around her waspish waist to touch her own slim abdomen. The two Delacours weren't showing quite like the others... But their wombs were 'sacrificed' to keep Fleur's protected. Which meant they were absolutely pregnant.

Gabrielle appeared delighted as she looked over to her mother. She was grinning a full set of white teeth as she looked at Apolline's tummy. Then she glanced up with baby-blue eyes and said, "...I can't wait to see Fleur join us..! The sight of Maman and Soeur pregnant together would be so perfect💕! Mm~ I'm so wet just thinking about it..!"

The short Delacour couldn't keep still and started grinding her pert rear into his palm, giving him fluttery, wanting eyes. He gave Gabby's plump apple bottom another loud spank and growled, "Wait your turn, you little minx. It's your sister's night, remember?"

"Heheh, I know💞~! That's okay..!" She grinned with excitement anyway and looked lustfully at her sister's soaked lower lips stretched around his massive meat, "Watching Fleur get fucked by you is just as fun💓! Go on, 'arry~! I want to see 'er belly swell even bigger with cum~!"

He wasn't finished with the Veela Champion just yet. Harry gave Apolline a smack on her plump MILF booty, and she obeyed his command. As the lead designer of this magical 'Lady's Club', she had filled it full of fun surprises. With a tap of her wand, the heavily enchanted stage shifted shape, stretching and softening. Pillows and cushions rained down from the ceiling, turning it into the biggest bed in the world.

Harry pinned Fleur down in the middle, with her mother and sister leaning over her. Then he gave her what she wanted and pounded her silly again and again while all the Veela encouraged their frenzied sex with dirty words and lingering Allure.

He pumped her hungry womb full of his seed until her belly was completely bloated with his baby-making semen, leaving her drooling, half-conscious, on the bed.

Then finally, he popped his cock free from her greedy, clinging sex. He gave a loose chuckle to all the frenzied, over-stimulated Veela surrounding him. Apolline greedily slurped her daughter's juices from his cum-slathered cock. Gabrielle crawled over her sister's form and drank straight from the tap, sucking the never-ending river of cum from her sister's well-fucked pussy.

Harry drank in the Allure and the utterly cock-stirring sight of so many horny, naked Veela surrounding him. By now, there wasn't a single soul left in the club with any shred of clothing. So their naked breasts and soaking sexes were his to enjoy.

He smirked, "...you've all been so patient. I'm thankful for that... But the night has only just begun. Let's enjoy it to the fullest." He reached down to stroke the silvery locks of hair of the MILF bobbing her head hungrily on his swollen prick.

"Apolline... Did your girls prepare the drinks..?"

Her wet lips slurped off his heavy shaft as she looked up at him. Then she smiled sensually, "Of course, my lord..." With a snap of her fingers, a few large, expensive-looking silver trays floated over. Each one had half a dozen tall crystal classes with a swirling, pink and white drink smoking with cloudy vapours.

They hovered around the flock of Veela until every girl had a glass in hand.

"A fun little surprise for tonight's festivities. I plan on adding this one to the club's bar, but it needs a little more testing first." Harry's smile turned devilish, "I think it's a little too strong."

As the Veela looked at the hot-pink drink in their hands, Harry chuckled, "Have you girls ever wondered what it felt like to be under your own Allure?"

His words startled them. Then, quickly, they shared excited looks and growing grins. In just a few moments, they were raising glasses to their lips and shuddering.

Harry felt the temperature rise in the club again as the flock of horny Veela lost control of themselves. He'd thought they'd already been unleashed before, but the raw, seductive energy of the Allure in the air seemed to double in strength.

A moment later, all hell broke loose. Harry chuckled as Gabrielle pounced on him just as desperately as Fleur had before and sheathed his massive cock in her snug little quim. He pulled a pair of thick, curvaceous hips down on his face. Apolline vehemently apologised, unable to control herself and desperately grinding her slick cunt on his lips and tongue.

Veela descended on him like harpies, bringing his hands to their hot, needy sexes whilst others started grinding on his legs. Those who were too slow to earn a place attacked each other instead, falling to the bed in frenzied scissoring pairs or heated, pussy-eating sixty-nines.

Harry let himself be swallowed up in the throes of sex and immersed himself in the hottest, largest orgy he'd had to date. With over two dozen sex-hungry Veela and another massive crowd of regular Witches that would be slowly recovering and wanting more, Harry had his work cut out for him.

But to the utter shock of these libidinous Witches and Veela, it was like Harry was a bottomless pit of sexual desire and energy. Throughout the night, he must've cum hundreds of times, pumping the thirsty pussies and tight asses of these lustful women full of his seed again and again.

But he never seemed spent. He somehow mustered the energy to keep it going all night long and into the morning of the next day.