Dean described the instructions of the Liquid Lucky Potion with a firm hand, as he had already become accustomed to writing in his current situation. Something that happens quite frequently.
Next to him, the common room seemed empty. The dark-skinned boy had stayed after everyone went to bed, using the rehearsal as an excuse. He wanted to lie down in the large chair where he was sitting and take a look under the desk, but he decided to finish the last few paragraphs first.
He was glad he did when Ron came down the stairs less than a minute later.
—Hey, dean. Have you seen Harry? I haven't seen him since dinner —Ron asked, looking worried about his best friend.
Thinking quickly, Dean replied: «He fell asleep and told me his head hurt». He smiled slightly at her lie, knowing that Ron couldn't prove it, since the curtains were haunted and Harry always kept them closed.
—Yes, probably. Anyway, I'm going to sleep, good night —said Ron, still looking worried.
"Good night!" dean shouted, smiling smugly as the redhead disappeared from sight.
Exhaling in relief, Dean leaned back and lifted the ledge, allowing him to see a heavenly image, an image that not even the greatest painters could hope to reproduce. On his knees, between his spread legs, was Harry Potter, with his sensual newly raised hair and aristocratic features, his beautiful eyes blank as he sucked Dean's long, thick, black cock, drooling over it.
—Because of Merlin's balls, Harry! —the teenager growled, but there was no response from the boy.
Harry was in subspace, completely out of his body, having reached this special state after hours on his knees warming his boyfriend's cock, savoring the salty sweat of a long day of studying, and smelling the male musk from the older boy's crotch.
Serve Dean that way, be his toy, his penis warmer... What more could Harry want?
—Damn, baby. —Dean growled when he saw the state Harry was in.
Having experienced this with Harry before, knowing that the best thing he could do was extract his own pleasure and then provide him with aftercare, the Child Who Lived always felt terrible when Dean didn't use it for his own orgasm.
Gently grabbing both sides of his lover's face, Dean removed his head until only the tip of his penis was left in the boy's mouth, before pulling him down until his entire member was buried in his throat. She did so slowly at first, pressing Harry's nose against her curly pubic hair with each thrust, but soon accelerated, penetrating her boyfriend's mouth wildly.
"Harry... Harry..." He whispered the name like a prayer, he didn't know what he had done to deserve such a gift, but he would never let that boy go, protect him from the world and love him as he deserved to be loved.
He soon came, pouring all his milk down Harry's throat, just the way the boy liked it. The young man let out a low moan, still inert, but still enjoying the taste.
Dean took a few moments to compose himself. Breathing hard, he took his penis out of the warm cave and helped it over the boy's face. She loved the contrast of his twenty-two centimeter black penis covering half of Harry's pale face.
Breathe, Harry. Take a deep breath, I know how much you like my scent. Come on. —She convinced her boyfriend gently, stroking his hair.
Gradually his words pierced Harry, the younger Gryffindor leaned to the side and took a deep breath, inhaling Dean's intoxicating scent.
—That's it, honey —the older teenager whispered and bowed. He picked Harry up until the boy was sitting on his lap, still a little unconscious.
Dean continued stroking Harry's hair and whispering sweet words in his ear. It took him almost thirty minutes of constant attention and affection, but Harry slowly regained all his faculties.
—Dean —he whispered lovingly, giving the older man light kisses on the neck.
Chuckling, Dean turned his head slightly to kiss Harry with a heartfelt kiss. "I love you", he whispered against her soft lips.
"I love you too." Harry Potter's heart raced as he felt Dean's strong arms envelop him, bringing him closer. The warmth of her boyfriend's hug enveloped him, and Harry caressed Dean's neck, inhaling his familiar scent. "I'm so glad you're here", —Harry murmured, his voice muffled against Dean's skin—.
Dean's fingers gently brushed Harry's hair, calming him. "I'll always be here for you, Harry. You know". His deep voice echoed in his chest, vibrating against Harry's ear. "I wish I could protect you from everything, always keep you safe and happy."
Harry stepped back a little, looking at Dean with eyes of adoration. "You do protect me", he said seriously. "In more ways than you think. Just being with you, loving you... is all I need."
Dean's gaze softened, his thumb brushing Harry's cheek.
Later that day, she ran into her friend Dean Thomas and couldn't resist flirting with him shamelessly. "How about you and I go on a date, Dean? I know you're dying to put that big black cock in my tight little white pussy
harry said with a seductive smile.
Dean was surprised but couldn't deny the attraction he felt for Harry. "Are you sure you want that, Harry? I don't want things to get weird between us
Harry laughed and walked over to Dean, running his hands over the black boy's muscular chest. "Oh, I'm pretty sure, Dean. I've always tried wanting that big cock of yours. Besides, what better friend than a boyfriend, right?"
harry said with a seductive wink.
Dean bit his lip, his cock holding in his pants at Harry's words and touch. "Well, if you're sure... then how about we go to my room and I show you what this big black cock can do?"
dean said with a mischievous smile.
Harry relaxed with excitement and took Dean's hand, practically running towards his room. Once inside, Harry quickly took off his clothes, revealing his curvy, feminine body.
"What do you think, Dean? Do you like what you see?" harry asked, turning around to show his figure.
Dean swallowed, his cock throbbing in his pants." Damn, yeah....
Damn, yes... you are a very attractive little white ladybug. "I'm going to enjoy fucking that little white pussy with my big black cock", Dean said, taking off his shirt and revealing his muscular chest and SixPack.
Harry moaned at the sight, falling to his knees in front of Dean and unbuttoning his pants, "Please, Dean... I want to suck your big black cock. I want to taste it before you fuck me with it
harry pleaded, pulling Dean's huge boner out of his pants.
Dean growled as Harry began to lick and suck his cock, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Damn, Harry... your mouth feels so good. But I want to feel that little white pussy wrapped around my cock
dean said, picking Harry up and throwing him onto the bed
Harry relaxed with pleasure as Dean buried himself deep inside him, his huge black cock stretching her tight white pussy." Yes, Dean! Fuck me hard with your big black cock!
Yes, dean! Fuck me hard with your big black cock I want to feel it in my gut" Harry shouted, wrapping his legs around Dean's waist and digging his heels into his butt to encourage him to fuck him deeper u mãe fuarta Dean growled possessively as he delved into the Harry's tight heat, his hips moving forward with each powerful blow. "That's right, take my cock, you little slut", he growled, his fingers digging into Harry's hips hard enough to bruise them.
Harry screamed in ecstasy, his back arching out of bed as Dean beat him mercilessly. "Yes, Dean! Hit me harder! I want to feel your big black cock opening me up!"
Dean obeyed, his pace becoming brutal as he pursued his release. The sound of skin pounding against skin filled the room, mixing with their moans and grunts of pleasure. "You're mine, Harry", Dean growled, bending down to bite Harry's neck possessively. "This tight little pussy belongs to me."
Harry groaned and groaned, his fingers scratching Dean's back as he was torn apart. Damn, you're a very attractive little white faggot.
Dean obeyed, charging hard and fast, the bed squeaking and creaking beneath them. Harry screamed with pleasure, his big breasts bouncing violently with Dean's every push.
"Yes, Daddy Dean! Break your little white faggot! Make me cum on your big black cock!!" harry shouted, his body shaking on the verge of orgasm.
Dean growled and followed Harry even stronger and deeper, feeling his own orgasm nearby. "I'm going to fill you with my milk, Harry! I'm going to get this little white whore pregnant!"
dean roared, his thrusts turning into wild, uncontrolled thrusts.
Harry relaxed as the orgasm hit him like a bang, her pussy tightening around Dean's cock as she came hard. "AAAAHHHH! [DADDY! [I'M CORROOOING!"
harry shouted, his body convulsing beneath Dean as pleasure consumed him.
Dean roared as his own orgasm hit him, his cock swelling and pulsing inside Harry's pussy before beginning to fill him with hot, thick jets of black cum. "FUCK, YES!
DAMN YES! "TAKE MY MILK, WHORE BLANCA!" Dean shouted, his hips trembling as he unloaded himself into Harry, filling him to the brim with his hot, thick cum.
Harry moaned weakly, his body shaking with the last flick of orgasm as he felt Dean's cock pulsing inside him, filling him with his black milk. "Sl... daddy... thank you for getting me pregnant... your little white faggot loves you..."
Harry murmured, his voice exhausted and satisfied.
Dean smiled and kissed Harry deeply, still buried inside him. Dean's lips curled into a smile against Harry's as he slowly retreated, watching with satisfaction as his thick black semen dripped from Harry's well-used hole. "Look at that, Harry. "Look how well you've carried my load", he murmured, spreading Harry's cheeks to admire the spectacle.
Harry moaned, still shaking from the intense orgasm. He turned his head to look, his eyes widening as he saw Dean's cum coming out of him. "I... "I can't believe how much there is", he breathed, his voice filled with amazement and a hint of pride.
Dean giggled, his fingers gently tracing the edge of Harry's hole. "That's what you get for being such a good little slut to me", she said, in a mocking but affectionate tone. He leaned down, giving a soft kiss to Harry's lower back before standing up.
Harry Potter woke up startled, his face buried in Dean's pubic hair and his nose filled with the musky scent of the older boy's crotch. He blinked in a daze, realizing that Dean must have taken him back to his bedroom after their meeting in the kitchen and stuffed him into bed with his face pressed against his boyfriend's maiden.
Harry sounds softly, inhaling deeply and savoring the rich masculine aroma. He loved being so close to Dean, feeling his warmth and strength around him. It made him feel safe and loved in a way he had never done before.
As he lay there, Harry's face began to heat up from the lack of oxygen and heat emanating from Dean's body. She knew she should probably move, but she was too comfortable and happy to bother. Instead, he curled up closer, pressing his nose deeper into Dean's pubic hair and inhaling the intoxicating aroma.
Dean moved slightly in his dream, his hips moving and pressing his semi-hard cock against Harry's face.
Dean moved slightly in his dream, his hips moving and pressing his semi-hard cock against Harry's face. Harry's eyes widened, a shudder running through him as he felt Dean's growing erection against his lips. He hesitated for a moment, knowing that he should probably let Dean sleep, but the temptation was too great.
Slowly, Harry raised his head and pressed a soft kiss on the tip of Dean's penis, savoring the salty precum that was already beginning to drip. Dean's cock twisted in response, and Harry felt a surge of power as it could affect her boyfriend so strongly, even while he slept.
Emboldened, Harry opened his mouth and grabbed the head of Dean's cock inside, gently sucking on the sensitive flesh. He turned his tongue around the tip, licking the precum and savoring the taste. Dean's cock continued to harden, filling Harry's mouth with its impressive length and girth.
Harry took everything he could from Dean's penis, his nose buried in the curly hair at the base of his πονίο cock.
Harry took everything he could from Dean's penis, his nose buried in the curly hair at the base of his boyfriend's cock. The musky aroma filled his nostrils, making him dizzy with desire. He sucked harder, his tongue pressing on the bottom of Dean's penis and caressing the sensitive vein that ran along its length.
Dean started to move, his hips moving and he was pushing his cock deeper into Harry's mouth. Harry relaxed his throat, taking Dean's entire length until his nose was pressed against his pubic bone. He stood there, swallowing around Dean's cock and feeling it throb in his throat.
Suddenly, Dean's eyes snapped open and he looked down to see Harry's head moving up and down on his lap. "Harry... fuck..." He moaned, lowering his hands to grab the boy's hair.
Harry looked at him, teary-eyed and lips stretched around Dean's circumference.
On his knees, between his spread legs, was Harry Potter, with his sensual newly raised hair and aristocratic features, his beautiful eyes blank as he sucked Dean's long, thick, black cock, drooling over it.
Dean's fingers tightened in Harry's hair, his hips raised slightly to push the warm, moist heat from her boyfriend's mouth. "That's it, baby", he moaned, his voice hoarse with sleep and desire. "Suck my cock just like that."
Harry moaned around Dean's length, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through the older boy. He began to move faster, his head moving up and down as he carried Dean deeper with each step. The sound of Dean's wet sucking and growls filled the room, mixing with the aroma of his excitement.
Dean's eyes rolled back as Harry's talented tongue swirled around the head of his cock, mocking the sensitive underside. "Damn, Harry", he gasped, his hips moving forward involuntarily. "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that."
Harry leaned back, his lips parting from Dean's cock with a wet sound.
Years later, after Dean and Harry graduated from Hogwarts and settled into their new life together, Dean's father Arthur Thomas came to visit them. Arthur was an imposing and muscular man, with dark skin and an imposing presence. He was also incredibly well endowed, with a penis that measured a staggering 65 centimeters when erect.
From the moment Arthur arrived, Harry was attracted to him. There was something about his strength and confidence that intimidated and excited him at the same time. He found himself stealing glances from Arthur whenever he could, his imagination overflowing with fantasies of being dominated by the older man.
Dean noticed Harry's fascination with his father and felt a pang of jealousy. He loved Harry more than anything, but he couldn't deny that the thought of sharing him with his father was strangely exciting. One night, after a few drinks, Dean pitched the idea to Arthur.
"Dad, I noticed how Harry looks at you. "I think he's attracted to you", Dean said, his voice low and hoarse.
"Would you like... Would you be interested...?
Would you be interested...? Share it with me? Sharing with Harry? "Dean finished, heart racing as he waited for his father's response.
Arthur looked at Dean, narrowing his eyes slightly as he considered the proposition. He had noticed Harry's lingering gazes and the way the boy seemed to keep an eye on his every word. The thought of taking Harry, of overpowering him and reclaiming him, sent a surge of desire through his body.
"Do you want me to fuck your boyfriend?"arthur asked bluntly, his voice a low growl.
Dean bent over, cheeks red. "Yes. I want to see you take it, see him surrender to you completely. And then... then I want to join. I want us to claim it together."
And months later Harry gives birth to Dean and Arthur's children
Months later, Harry became pregnant in an advanced state, with his belly swollen from the twins he was carrying. Dean and Arthur had been kind and loving throughout the pregnancy, making sure Harry was well cared for and appreciated every step of the way.
As the due date approached, Harry became increasingly anxious. He was excited to meet his children, but also terrified by the pain and uncertainty that lay ahead.
On a warm summer night, Harry broke his water and knew it was time. Dean and Arthur rushed him to the hospital, staying by his side as the contractions intensified.
Hours later, with Dean holding one hand and Arthur the other, Harry pushed with all his might.
Hours later, with Dean holding one hand and Arthur the other, Harry pushed with all his might. With one last agonizing cry, she felt the babies free and, a moment later, the screams of two little voices filled the delivery room.
"They're here", the doctor said, holding two babies who squirm and scream. "You have two healthy baby boys."
Dean and Arthur looked at each other, tears of joy streaming down their faces as they looked at their newborn children. Harry, exhausted but elated, reached out to take the doctor's babies, cradling them in his arms.
"They're perfect", Harry whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Just like his parents."
Dean leaned down and gently kissed Harry on the forehead, then kissed each of the babies in turn. Arthur did the same, his large hands carefully holding the tiny heads.
"We're a family now", Dean said quietly, his voice filled with awe and love. "We three and our two beautiful children."
Harry smiling at his companions, his heart overflowing with happiness. He knew their journey had been unconventional, but it had led them to this moment, a moment of pure joy and fulfillment. Dean and Arthur looked at each other, tears of joy streaming down their faces as they looked at their newborn children. Harry, exhausted but elated, reached out to take the doctor's babies, cradling them in his arms.
"They're perfect", Harry whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Just like his parents."
Dean leaned down and gently kissed Harry on the forehead, then kissed each of the babies in turn. Arthur did the same, his large hands carefully holding the tiny heads.
"We're a family now", Dean said quietly, his voice filled with awe and love. "We three and our two beautiful children."
Harry smiling at his companions, his heart overflowing with happiness. He knew their journey had been unconventional, but it had led them to this moment, a moment of pure joy and fulfillment.