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Hermione honestly found it funny that Harry acted like Daphne Greengrass joining in on his little breeding spree was normal. If she hadn't been the one that pushed the two together, Hermione might have even been a little insulted at Harry's blasé attitude. However, there was almost no spare time wasted on unnecessary emotions when around Harry.
For example, the situation right now showed why annoyance wasn't an option.
It was almost a dance with how they fucked at this point. Hermione could barely resist rolling her eyes into the back of her head as she bounced her arse up and down Harry's shaft. She was facing away from Harry while he sat on his chair, his hand gripping her hips to help her fuck herself onto his cock.
Hermione gasped, "I didn't come here for this, Harry!"
Harry watched her firm cheeks ripple as Hermione repeatedly planted herself down to the base of his cock. He grunted and thrust his hips into the air to meet Hermione's body, making the sound of their bodies crashing together even more deafening.
"Doesn't matter. You should have known I wouldn't let you leave without filling you up."
Hermione would have scoffed if she had the energy to spare, but all she did in response was lean forward to get more support before riding Harry even harder. It was completely unnecessary that Harry felt the need to fuck Hermione every time he saw her. They both knew that she already had a ridiculous amount of cum dumped into her the past few weeks. Not only that, but it was already undeniable that Hermione had a baby fucked into her. Harry simply chose to be purposely ignorant of that fact and continued to fuck Hermione like she wasn't.
Harry let go of her hips to run his hands over Hermione's body, starting from her tight arse to her smooth back, before reaching around to cup her bouncing breasts. Harry sank his fingers into Hermione's soft tits before pulling her back until her body was pressed into his. It slowed the pace of Hermione riding him, but Harry felt it was worth it since he was able to capture her lips. Harry used one hand to turn Hermione's face before leaning forward and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Hermione could only let out a muffled squeal as Harry dominated her tongue into submission. She planted herself down on his cock until his balls kissed her pussy and rolled her hips while clenching around his shaft. Hermione didn't forget that she was trying to make Harry fill her pussy with cum so she could go on with her day. Hermione loved that Harry couldn't stop fucking her, but she had hoped that with Daphne's addition, there would be a slight decrease in the amount of time she had to walk with a limp. That hope was obviously wrong, but Hermione also found that Harry was somehow even more randy than usual. It was honestly baffling for Hermione with how eager Harry was to get in her pussy after he had just spent hours making Daphne his dick ornament.
Hermione's breath hitched when Harry let go of her breasts and pushed down her hips to cram every millimeter of cock possible into her wet pussy. She could feel his balls churning with cum before Harry moaned into her lips, his cock recoiling with every blast of cum deposited deep inside her womb. Hermione shuddered in Harry's grip as she weakly fought against Harry's tongue while feeling the slight shocks of the micro orgasms every time a new batch was cum was shot into her.
Only when there was excess cum leaking down Harry's cock did he relax into his chair. He still refused to let Hermione off his lap, wanting to keep his cock buried in her warm pussy while he came down from his high. After a few minutes, Hermione came back to life, groaning softly as she ran her hands over his slightly bloated stomach.
"Harry?" Hermione asked weakly, "I really do have work to do today. We can't go for seconds."
In direct opposition to Hermione's words, Harry hummed and started to make small thrusts into her cum-filled pussy. Knowing that words wouldn't stop Harry from filling her again, Hermione smacked Harry's arms away and stood up with a struggle, making the cock acting like a plug leave her pussy. Hermione almost buckled at the feeling of Harry's cum escaping her pussy and running down her legs, but that didn't last too long. As usual after Harry fucked her, he quickly cast a spell on her that would keep all of the cum he dumped into her womb stay where it was meant to… inside her.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed in annoyance, "I'm sure you can delay whatever you need to do to fit in one more round."
Hermione already had all of her clothes back on and was making sure she didn't look like a well-fucked whore when she walked out. Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry and said, "Please, you and I both know that one more round will turn into ten. I'll send Daphne to you so you won't miss me too much."
Harry's cock twitched at thinking of the blonde bombshell, and Hermione didn't miss that. She snorted and idly commented, "It really is ridiculous how perfect she is to be bred."
Leaving an eagerly waiting Harry behind, Hermione sent a message to Daphne that her services were required. She liked making the blonde puff up in anger at how she worded her messages. Daphne always thought it made her sound like too much of a whore, but Hermione didn't see what was wrong with how she said it. It wasn't like Harry and Daphne had feelings for each other quite yet. So Daphne's service was to be fucked constantly in an effort to get seeded with Harry's baby.
Before Hermione was able to walk a few steps away from Harry's office, a witch that was the peak example of fertility walked past her. Hermione smiled at Daphne as the blonde strutted past her to attend to her duties. Hermione couldn't help but glance back to look at Daphne's fat arse jiggling under her robes with every step she took. Harry would turn that fat arse red by the time he was done with Daphne.
Hermione shook her head to get rid of the images of Daphne getting pounded in different positions and focused on what she wanted to do today. When she sent a letter to Daphne to trick her into meeting Harry initially, Hermione had wished for Harry's lust to be spread between her and Daphne for a bit of relief. As mentioned before, that didn't work as intended. Hermione theorized that the Black family magic was pushing Harry to fuck the two of them this much for a reason. Hermione's best guess was that Harry needed more witches to breed to populate the Black family.
Being the practical witch that she was, Hermione immediately set out to find the next addition to the 'I fuck Harry Potter' club. It certainly helped that there was a feeling of wrongness whenever Hermione thought of a girl that magic didn't find compatible. The very first girl she thought of was Ginny Weasley. With how large that family was, Hermione assumed that she would be a perfect fit for what Harry was looking for, but the feeling of aversion that hit her changed her mind.
That reaction made her think for a bit. Ginny was a pureblood, and Hermione thought the redhead was stunningly attractive. Those factors, combined with how easily Molly Weasley popped out kids, should have gotten the Black family magic's approval. In fact, Hermione being chosen didn't make much sense at face value. She was everything that a family like the Blacks despised, so Hermione eventually concluded that Harry's attraction was taken as a priority for the witches that got approval. She supposed it made sense. If Harry was to breed multiple witches, then attraction was far more critical than if a witch was a pureblood or not.
While Hermione felt satisfied with the self-confirmed proof that Harry was deeply attracted to her, she was much more interested in finding out about the other witches he was attracted to. Daphne was a given since she was most likely getting her womb repeatedly filled at the moment, but Hermione found others that should be just as eligible. There were ones like Fleur Weasley that Hermione sensed Harry was attracted to, but the Black family magic rebelled against. It must be because Veela were known to have trouble giving birth to sons. With how patriarchal magical houses were, having witches similar to Fleur excluded made sense. There were others that Hermione felt were a good match, but the one that stood out the most was beyond surprising.
Hermione supposed that it made sense to have someone like her become a heavy favorite. Especially when Harry was already balls deep in someone remarkably similar. But Hermione couldn't remember when Harry could have even noticed the girl since she was two years below them at Hogwarts. It didn't matter in the end since Hermione would do her best to get the girl, so some of the loads that Harry dumped into her daily would go into someone else. And this time, hopefully, Harry wouldn't get supercharged to fuck even more after another witch joins the breeding club.
Hermione had already sent off a Patronus to the witch that she had designs on, and the meeting spot was at Fortescue's. Hopefully, by the end of the meeting, there would be another witch that would have joined the club. Hermione had a couple of backup options, but she had never been a witch that settled on a second choice.
Hermione flooed out of the ministry and stepped out in Diagon Alley before immediately striding to the ice cream parlor. As she hoped, a blonde-haired witch was seated at one of the tables while idly licking away at the treat in her hands.
Astoria Greengrass was a more petite version of her older sister but just as beautiful in Hermione's eyes. While Daphne was a far different witch with a figure that begged for a wizard to try and breed, Hermione could definitely see the delicate looks that Harry was attracted to. Her dainty features didn't mean that Astoria didn't have the assets to elect jealousy in others, because she did. It just wasn't at the level of her older sister. Then again, Hermione wasn't sure if any witch could quite compete with Daphne's fuckable body.
Astoria was curious why the famous Hermione Granger wanted to talk to her. She was aware that her sister, Daphne, had something strange going on with Harry Potter, but Astoria really had no clue what her sister was really doing. From what she knew, Daphne wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with the likes of Potter and his ilk. Unless there was something that Daphne couldn't refuse, there was no way she would be doing what she was. But in the end, that didn't matter too much for Astoria.
While she was curious about what her sister was up to, Astoria had her own issues to work through. She has had to deal with Draco Malfoy, of all people, bothering her about meeting for a date. In all honesty, there wasn't anything too wrong about that. Still, one issue was that Astoria knew that Draco was sniffing after Daphne in school. She would be no one's consolation prize.
Astoria cleared her mind of her troubles when she saw a familiar brunette walking toward her. Hermione Granger really grew into herself after leaving Hogwarts. Astoria always thought she had an understated beauty, but nobody could deny that Hermione was now one of the most desirable witches in Magical Britain. She was not quite on the level of herself and her sister, but that was expected with their excellent heritage. The pride of being a pureblood was prominent in the privacy of Astoria's mind.
One thing that piqued Astoria's curiosity was Hermione's slight limp in her steps. Before she could think more of it, Hermione had already taken a seat across from her.
"Hello, Astoria."
Astoria was taken back from the familiarity. She hadn't said a word to Granger before, so she definitely wasn't on a first-name basis with her.
"Granger," Astoria replied with curiosity, "I didn't expect to get a message from you."
"I'd be surprised if you did, but I'm sure you know that we'll be talking more often from now because of your sister."
Now Astoria was even more curious about what her uptight sister was doing. However, she didn't let that show on her face and simply gave Granger a slight nod.
"What if I tell you that you can get the same privilege that Daphne is getting? I know it might be odd since your sister is already involved, but the situation is quite unique. I'm sure you will agree with me on that."
Astoria now had two choices. She could pretend that she knew what Granger was talking about and try her best to wade through the conversation. Or she could do what any normal witch would do and admit that she was lost. Astoria obviously chose the former.
She was usually careful with her actions since her parents hammered the dangers of being free with her words, but something was pushing Astoria to act like she knew what Granger was talking about.
"So you want me to do what Daphne is doing? For how long?"
Hermione frowned in confusion at the question. It seemed like Astoria was open to the idea but also wanted to make it temporary. Hermione wasn't sure how that would work, and in her opinion, she didn't like the sound of it. If Hermione didn't like it, then Harry definitely wouldn't like the mother of his child breaking away after a random period of time.
"You would be in the same position as your sister, but I'm not sure what you mean by how long. If you agreed, this would be permanent. I'm not sure why you would even think of leaving, to be honest. You get the perks that others could only dream of and have the Black family's full backing in anything you decide. Even that is the least of the perks in my eyes."
Astoria's eyes slowly grew wider and wider as Hermione spoke. She still had no idea what was being discussed, but it now made sense why Daphne was hanging around Potter. This definitely had her interest, but Astoria still needed more information. Especially when this was supposed to be permanent.
Astoria tilted her head in thought before saying, "Are you doing this too? Because you make it sound like you are."
Hermione's confusion grew before something clicked in her mind. Astoria didn't know what she was talking about. In the brief conversations she had with Daphne, Hermione was under the impression that the sisters were close to each other. So it hadn't been a stretch to assume that Astoria knew that Daphne was currently getting fucked six ways to Sunday by Harry almost every day. Well, maybe not something so crude, but Hermione thought Astoria would have at least known that Daphne was involved with Harry intimately.
That didn't change the way Hermione talked to Astoria. Something told her that it was best to keep Astoria in the dark until the last second. Hermione knew that 'something' was the Black family magic nudging her to make the correct decisions. With a mental shrug, Hermione didn't fight it and talked to Astoria with vague explanations that didn't tell the complete story.
It didn't take much longer until Astoria agreed to follow Hermione back to Harry's office. It wasn't exactly what Hermione had planned initially to rope Astoria in, but maybe getting the complete view of what she was agreeing to was what Astoria needed. Not something Hermione really understood, but magic apparently thought it was the right way to introduce Astoria. After hearing of how Harry got Daphne to join in, she wasn't going to go against what was working.
Harry once again thanked the day he met the goblin who changed his life with a few sentences. Before that moment, he had a good life, but that good life had changed into something that only existed in the most depraved fantasies. Hermione, the steadfast friend who always supported him, had just left his office after being bloated with his cum. She even invited his other lover to keep him company!
Seeing Daphne's stacked body enter his office shortly after Hermione left was a relief to Harry's angry-looking cock. There wasn't much talking done since Harry immediately vanished the robes off Daphne's body before filling his hands with her massive tits, groping the soft flesh to his heart's content before moving to kiss her full lips.
Daphne, who was never comfortable talking about meaningless things, was glad that Harry got right down to business. She had found that there was a craving that filled her when she went too long without Harry fucking her. Whether it was because she loved having sex with the wizarding hero or because she was addicted to the feeling of Harry's cum filling the deepest parts of her pussy, Daphne found that the only option was to fuck Harry until the urge went away.
It was something Harry was all too happy to do.
Daphne soon found herself looking up at Harry in a regular position. It was one that she had despised initially since the thought of a proud pureblood like her being mounted by a man with the only intention to seed her was revolting. That was what Daphne kept telling herself until the point where she practically invited Harry to put her in a mating press before rutting into her and dumping the nice fat load of warm cum deep into her womb.
"I can never get tired of fucking your perfect body. I can't wait to see how much better it'll be once you carry my heirs!"
Harry said that with such confidence that Daphne didn't snark back. A large part of her even relished the prospect of having that happen.
Daphne's breath hitched when Harry snapped his hips forward and pushed her legs even higher until they framed her massive tits. She knew what was coming next, and to her delight, Harry doubled his pace of fucking her tight pussy while grunting like an animal. He pounded into her for a few minutes before collapsing onto her soft body and covering her with his large frame. That didn't mean Harry stopped fucking Daphne since he was still frantically thrusting his cock into her tight sheathe of a pussy. Even when Daphne screamed out her orgasm, making her cunt feel like a vice around his shaft, Harry was relentless in chasing his orgasm, never losing sight of his goal of filling Daphne with his cum.
With a shudder accompanied by a loud moan, Harry devoured Daphne's full lips before drilling his cock past Daphne's cervix and entering her womb before delivering his baby batter right where it belonged. Daphne's nails left marks down his back as she squealed into his mouth while her body was fed an amount of cum that shouldn't have been impossible for one wizard to make. Daphne thought that after the dozens of times that she had been fucked into a cum-filled stupor by Harry, she would have gotten used to the cum factories that were Harry's balls, but every load she took into her body was accompanied by surprise.
Harry stayed on top of Daphne while keeping his cock sheathed in her tight pussy until he was sure nothing was left in his balls. When he felt the last drops of jizz leaving his shaft, Harry reluctantly pulled out of Daphne's warm cunt to admire his work. He finally felt sated after leaving both of his women with a gift that they would be feeling for the rest of the day.
Harry's following action was to move Daphne onto his lap, not to fuck her like his cock was yelling for, but to make it more comfortable while she recovered from the pounding. Harry idly stroked the small bump on her stomach caused by the sheer amount of cum he had dumped into her.
"Harry? I'm coming in!"
Harry didn't bother reacting to Hermione's voice on the other side of the door and hugged the voluptuous Daphne closer to his body. There was nothing to hide since Hermione had seen the two of them while in the middle of rutting into each other. Sitting on the chair while naked was nothing compared to that.
That was Harry's thought until a person that very much wasn't Hermione followed the brunette inside.
"Daphne!?"
Daphne's eyes fluttered open to reveal icy-blue eyes that were still unfocused. She became aware of her little sister and mumbled, "…Tori… tired. Talk… later."
Astoria watched with a gaping mouth as her uptight sister closed her eyes again while sitting on a naked Harry Potter. She snapped her head to Hermione to see the brunette shrug as if to say, 'What can you do?'
Astoria opened her mouth but closed it a short while later in disbelief. When she finally said something, all it did was show how ridiculous this situation seemed to her.
"What in Merlin's name is going on?!"
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