As the Sun crested the far mountains 'Lord and Master' Potter was soaking in a deep pool tub of Hot water. Now it was not the Perfect's Bath big… but all four of his witches were also in the hot soapy water with him, and there was room for a few more. No one (besides little Astoria) was feeling frisky.
Again they gathered naked around the coffee table for breakfast. The witches then turned to doing their homework. Harry let them as he removed himself to the office where he pulled out his copies of the Potter Paperwork. As he was learning 'what' was 'what' in the Potter Estate and the 'girls' were finishing their school work, the sun climbed high into the chilly blue sky.
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Daphne had written a couple of Letters, and sent them from the Chamber's open window, on Hedwig just before breakfast, minus Hedwig's three strips of bacon. She was now winging her way to London, using all her tricks of flight, Jet stream, and drag. What would have taken Hermies, Percy's owl, eight hours, she made it in three.
Now that she was in London, her speed was reduced, but because of her method of slip-streaming on the Lorries and trains, she was still pumped. She dropped through the Owl hatch of the Ministry of Magic, and caught the door to the Mail Room open, so she dropped into the Elevator Shafts. Her First Stop was the DCaC, where the complaint was taken, copied, filed, a memo was written, and passed back to her, for express delivery to the DMLE.
This Time she caught the Lift, where she perched on the bald head of a Blackman in Yellow robes with a black print.
"Hey King." The Pink haired Trainee greeted the Senior Auror. "Nice Hat."
"Tonks." He sighed. "I caught a flash of the tag on her scroll, She is going to the DMLE." He frowned, "Doesn't she look familiar?"
"Yes, that is why she is sitting on your head instead of sleeping or hunting Mice." Tonks smirked at the superior officer. "But you are correct… I think I have seen her somewhere before." Pinky peered at the owl. "Hedwig?"
Bark.
"Hedwig?" the African Auror asked.
"Potter's Owl." the trainee grinned, "Rumour has it she spent more time in the dorms than in the roosts. Sometimes he would walk into the Great Hall for breakfast with her on his shoulder." Looking closer at what the bird was carrying, "Not only a scroll for DMLE, but a memo from … the DCoC!"
"Why would Mister Potter need the DCoC?" Kingsley frowned deeper. "He should only be about Fourth year."
"But He was chosen as a Champion." Pinky chuckled. "I was finishing my tour in the 'Stacks' when I overheard two of the moles talking about a loophole in the Contract of the TWT." the witch made a face, "If Potter was chosen, and forced to compete, He would be declared 'Of Age'."
"That was what that business at Dunnings was about." Kingsley frowned, "And the Headmaster is trying something the Boss won't like."
"Ooo! Office Gossip." Tonks rubbed her hands together as the Lift opened on to the DMLE floor, and Hedwig barked and dropped off Kingsley's head.
As the Owl winged toward Bone's Office the two Aurors went their own way. But kept an Ear out for the Boss' yell.
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Malfoy was discontent.
His Father was not doing anything about Potter.
Pansy was ignoring him and the Greengrass sisters were out of reach…
He needed to do something… his standing in the School and in the Pit was in danger of falling.
He needed to gather Power, but how? He had always used his Father as the base of his Power but Father was focused elsewhere.
Mother? No, She was just a well bred witch. Little better than Pansy. Her Value ended at the Manor's Gate.
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At about eleven o'clock Harry was getting tired of reading, so he padded into the main room. Now while he was looking to get a little physical attention, he knew it was her choice of Yes, and even more important… what. As he strode into the room, his eyes cressing the naked bodies of three developed teen witches, and a budding witchling.
$There You are.$ a voice he had forgotten about caught his attention. $About those spiders…$
$Do I have time to breed a bitch?$ Harry walked over to the cage, and opened it, allowing the silver and green winged serpent out of its cage. $Or do I need to deliver on food now.$
$Just point me in the direction I want to go.$
$Remember, while 'what' you are hunting the size of my fist, the 'size of my witch' is hunting you.$ He stopped at the open Window. $That forest There. There is a footpath from the Hut to the Hive central. The other Races have been complaining about them overstepping the agreed boundaries. Please be careful.$ Harry released the flying snake into the air. It flew around the castle tower, before dropping into the trees to hunt.
Harry turned back. Three of his witches were using a quill as they flipped through their books. Only one witch was just reading. "Sorry Ladies. I Am in the mood for a little pussy." Taking a grip of her hair, he gently pulled Hermione to her feet. "Show me your Pussy." He smiled as her furry face bloomed. He kissed her. "Remember. Tracy is on a time out. No Sex!"
Harry drug Hermione into the Office by the fist in her hair, and closed the door. A wave of his hand and the door was silenced. He flung the witch at the desk, which she stumbled to, caught herself and turned to meet him as he strode towards her, stroking his twitching Nine inches. "So, Hermione. How are you doing?"
She looks at him, and laughs. "You grab me, drag me past your slags, to your office where you are going to fuck me, If I am in the mood or not, and all you say is 'How are you doing?'?"
"Hey." Harry took the final step to pin her to the desk. "At least I asked, before I entered." He kissed her, his right hand cradling the base of her skull, his left cupping her right breast. "Besides, if it was just 'sticking little Harry in a Hole', Tori wants to be first choice, and Tracy needs to learn that her partner is as welcome to the pleasure as she is. Until I feel she has learned… She gets none." His left hand slid along her silky skin to her bubbly butt, where gripped firmly, yet gently. "Daphne is a fun fuck, but she likes to fight. It is not just who cums first, but hardest, the most, who can go again. That Chair in the Playroom? Crafted it for her… so I could fuck her better then I had just fucked her lover." He kissed her, poking her belly with his fullness. "But you, Hermione Granger, are just a simple fuck. You enjoy simply being used, and you enjoy simply using your lover. A slow gentle fuck, like what I am wanting right now, you are the best slag in my coven. Let me show you."
From a drawer beside him, a set of hot pink fluffy cuffs (Dobby found) were locked about her wrists, behind her back. She was bent forward over the desk, and Harry slid into her cunt fully on the first stroke. "See, Slag. Granger Pussy is my simply best pussy. I can fuck it anywhere, any how." He pulled out eight of his nine only to slide back. "It takes me fully on my stroke, but Daphne tells me she can not fully stroke you with her ten." Another pullout and push in. He gripped her hair, and pulled her to his chest. Once she was upright, he took her breasts in his hands. "The book Daphne gave me in September, to teach me what she wanted me to learn and to practise on them, spoke of a fact that many females like their nipples pulled and twisted, that they can even orgasim just by pulling on them." He pulled on her nipples first together, intandem, then like he was milking her. They both felt her cunt constrict on his cock. "My Granger Pussy is a perfect pussy." He whispered in her ear, "Almost as perfect as her…" His cock was pulled from her cunt, leaving her cold and empty…only to power into her ass. He pulled out, turned her to face him, kissed her muzzle before pushing her backwards, lifting her from behind the knee to get her feet into the air. "My favourite view, 'Pussy al Professor'." Harry smiled, just before he drove his cock into her ass again. Reaching under her knee to grab her arms, he lifted his slut into the air, and fell back into the chair.
He shifted his hands to clasp them just above her bubble butt, forcing her to sit astride him and the chair, his cock up her ass, her tits in his face.
"Why not just 'plough and seed' me?" Hermione asked. She started rocking her hips. Sliding two to three inches of cock in and out of her grasping anus, milking his shaft.
"Because, I wanted to do more than just fuck. I wanted to talk too." Harry caught a nipple in his teeth as she rolled up, pulling as she rolled down. "I took your ass to reduce the risk of pregnancy. With the Coven thing yesterday… We have caught the eye of a fertility spirit. You preggers before seventeen is going to piss your dad off."
Hermione giggled, "The look in your eye, as you stood over Cyrus…
[Flashback]
All the couches and chairs were moved to the edge of the room, with exception of the coffee table. That was brought to the centre of the room and transfigured into a pillory stock.
The Potter Coven Witches were wearing their knee high, three inch heel boots. Giving lift and shape to their rumps and legs. Leather corsets pressed their breasts together and up. Daphne had holes that showed her areola and a chain that connected her nipples. Tracy and Hermione just had the 'Displayed on a Shelf' design. Their hair was drawn up into ponytails.
Harry was wearing his knee high boots, and tight leather vest. His teen cock full and proud, seemed to glow like a magical sword.
Both the witches of the Greengrass Coven wore ankle boots, knee high wool stockings, and perfectly painted faces.
Cyrus was wearing his mid calf boots and his ascot. The only reason Harry had them leave the ascot was to his rank of Lord.
Cyrus was awakened on the coiled rug floor. "What happened?"
"You Took a Nap." Warlock Potter stepped forward, His 'Wand' Full and swinging. "Enter the Stocks, Greengrass. Or I will put you in the Stocks." There was no wooden stick other than his and his wife's wands in a glass across the room.
"No. Make Me." Cyrus tried to fight it, Harry just poured more power into the 'Command'. Slowly he stood, and laid his head and arms in the appropriate holes.
"Was that the Imperious?" Annabell-lynn asked her wife.
"Not likely." the Darker haired witch muttered. "Considering the only wand the Lad touched in the last ten minutes was the wand we want him using… on us."
"That, Mother, is why I chose Lord Potter as my Lord and Master. Power to wandlessly compel Father into the pillory stocks." She draped herself about her mother, and started milking her Mother's teats. "He even enjoys being a virgin fuck. Are you going to take up a cock, or just be a cunt, today?"
"Just a Cunt." the older witch turned to kiss her daughter. "I do hope I get to enjoy your loving care."
"Same Here." Ms Davis grunted as she watched the lad strut about the room.
"Dobby!" Harry ran his hand along the other Lord's flaccid dick. "My Flogger and Crop please." The requested toys appeared by the wands.
"He is trained in their use?" Ms Davis shivered in anticipation.
"Mastered the Basics." Daphne reached over to roll her mother's lover's nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Has a training program that he is running Astoria through. Little bitch does not walk correctly the next morning."
"Tell me, Lord Greengrass, how you thought you could take me? I am more powerful than you, younger than you, faster than you. How were you going to Take me?"
"My Daughters were to have exhausted you last night, so that when you arrived, you would have fallen to our compulsions. A few simple words, I force you onto my cock until my release, and if you enjoy it or not, you would be my sub."
Harry hummed. "Your First mistake. You thought that any 'Games' I got up to with my Slags would have exhausted us to the point of leaving us weak enough to fall to these compulsions?" Warlock Potter snorted, "As If. We are Teens just introduced to these Games. A Good dinner and a full night's sleep, six hours myself. And we are good to go."
Harry waved a hand, and all the hair on the man's body was gone. "Two, You thought me weak enough that these compulsions would be enough. I can shake off Moody's Imperious, what chance did you have?" Another wave and the man's cock was gone, replaced by a cunt. "I am not mad, Cyrus, just disappointed. Had you approached this as a business deal, where I come over on a monthly basis to 'work the fields' in a ritual manner, you could have sat in your office, sipped a brandy and did some paperwork. Now because of your pride, your arrogance, You get to join your Witches in 'Service' under me. You will learn to enjoy this or I will learn the other version of this spell. This one is for fun and the ritual. The other actually gives you a seedable field." Harry creased Cyrus's thigh, "Now, thanks to the training I have received from my sluts, there are two ways to prepare a cunt for penetration. Pain or pleasure. I have also learned that one can lead to the other." He took the crop, and ran the flared tip along the other man's thigh…
Cyrus spasmed. And orgasimed.
"Damn! He mind-fucked Cyrus into cuming!" Ms Davis hissed.
Harry snapped his fingers releasing Cyrus from the pillory stocks, letting him slide to the floor. A wave the Master's hand and the stocks were moved aside. Rolling Cyrus to his back with a nudge of his boot toe, Harry sneered down at him. "I don't kiss guys, but…" Harry dropped to his knees, between Cyrus' spread legs. "A wet cunt is a wet cunt waiting to be fucked." Harry slowly entered the other man, his cock sinking into the man's cunt. At a little over three inches in, he came to a barrier. "There is your cherry. I have found when you enjoy be fucked by your partner, Like I enjoy Daphne and Hermione, losing your cherry is an enjoyable pain. Tell us, do you find it joyous as well?" He rocked back, and thrust forward to bottoming out. "A nice deep, tight, hole you have here." Harry placed his hands on Cyrus' hips, and with slow deep thrusts, begins to fuck his Father-in-Law. "Reminds me of Daphne's pussy. A Great Fuck, you daughter is. She does not just take a dick, she makes the Cock 'work' for it's Fuck." Harry never veried his speed or deepth, so he noticed during his 'talk', the changes on Cyrus's face, and in his cunt. "Oh, Lord Greengrass, is this it? Are you cuming already? Come for you Master, yes that is a good fuck. Cum!" This last was a brutal thrust into the older man's virgin cunt. Cyrus cried as his cunt clenched Harry's shaft through a body shaking orgasim.
Harr drew himself from the crying man. He looked at his wife molesting her mother and Auntie. "Is he taken, or do I have to…"
"No Husband. You have Claimed Primary, and proven it. Let Hermione finish him. Come rape Mother and Auntie. Hermione. One discharge to each of his holes, then leave him to Tracy." Daphne gripped her Aunties's hair and pulled her in for a kiss.
[end flashback]
"Oh, the feel of his pussy…" Harry huggerly kissed the witch in his lap, "Almost as perfect as yours, my beauty." he nipped another nipple as it rolled into reach, only this he teethed it for a count of three. "I got a confession to make. At this time, It is my dearest hope that by the time your term of service to Coven is up, you will stay as my professional Fuck. Wife, Consort, or Concubine. Make your choice, and I will take you as mine."
"And if I truly want to walk away." All motion stopped.
Harry laid his head on her naked titts. "To my sorrow, I will say goodbye."
"I Know." and her hips started rolling on his cock, drawing out the fuck. "The Look on Annabelle-lynn's face…"
[Flashback]
"My Lady." Harry stepped to where the two Greengrass coven Witches knelt. "I will be your Rapist this morning. How do you wish to be disgraced? On the floor like a common whore, over a table or desk like a Lord's Lady? Or do you require a bed like a paid girl?" The first brought a rose blush to her checks, the check flushed her naked titts, but the third changed the red from a blush-flush to a rage-rogue.
A wave of his hand, a Queen Annes armchair was now before each of the Greengrass witches. "Sluts will sit in the chairs." Daphne stood to sit but was stopped by the crop in Harry's hand. Seeing the two adults had not moved, She gripped the hair of both and lifted. Both Witches settled into the chairs like ladies. "Wrong." Anna's left nipple tasted the end of the crop. "I said Sluts, not Ladies. Knees over the rails, butts to the front edge of the cushion." As the two scuttled to obey, Harry called two spoons from the tea service… and transmuted them into three 'nipple' clamps on a chain.
Harry handed one to Daphne, as he knelt between the feet of Annabell-lynn. Tweaking her teats, he applied the rubber tipped alligator clamps to each nipple, before tickling out the Cilt. Once it was standing proud, he set the clamp, and tightened the chains until they pulled evenly on the Witch's Teats and Cilt.
He noticed Daphne having trouble tickling the clit out and reached over to poke it. Allowing her to pinch her Auntie's cilt in the device, he tightened the chains until the witch moaned.
Turning back to Annabell-lynn, Harry, thrust his cock into her cunt, in one full powerful thrust. "Let's see who takes cock better, shall we? Lady Greengrass?" He just ploughed her cunt like machine, while Daphne used the crop to tease a redness to Ms Daves' tits and bottocks. Just as Anneabell's cunt started to contract he pulled out and traded witches with Daphne.
Hermione was pulling her cum and saliva covered cock from Cyrus's face, before grabbing him by the hair and dragging him over an ottoman. She kicked his knees apart, and dropped to her's. "See how the Master is using your witches?" She entered his cunt from behind. "A question your loving daughter asked of me last night; Which do you wish you were? The fucker? Or the fucked?" grabbing his wrists, to use as leverage, she began to Fuck Lord Greengrass. Cyrus made a noise like that of a newborn calf. "Yes… under Master Potter, it is best to be Fucked." Hermione began to purr, "But at least once, try his cunt for yourself, the little slag."
Quickly, Hermione finished both Cyrus's cunny and ass, and tagged in Tracy.
One Thirty came quickly after that…
They broke for lunch, with a couple of butterbeers, and it was Harry's turn to be fucked by the Warlock.
[end flashback]
Harry, feeling Hermione getting close, muttered a double charm under his breath, reversing their genders. Hermione whined at the loss of his cock… only to grin as she felt hers grow. She proved she was a quick study and caused the cuffs to pop off her wrists, as she stood from the chair, grabbed Harry, flung him facedown on the desk, the cuffs locking his wrists over his flat ass, as she then drove her cock into his cunt.
In less than a minute, Harry went from being the 'Cock in play' to having the 'Cock' rip him in twain.
"So, Harry, Who has the best Cock?"
Harry hummed as he was assaulted from behind by his best friend. "Well… like I said… you are just… a good fuck." He grunted out between her punishing thrusts. "Daffy needs to make me work for it, she is brutal, but passionate. Cyrus needed to reestablish his manliness, but he knew how to use me. Tracy is like Ron, she will fuck anything and cock or cunt, the Fuck is hers." Harry clentched as a minor orgasim rolled through him, enough to relube his pussy, but not enough to bring Hermione over as well. "With Tori untested… I chose you as the best cock up my cunt." he waited two thrusts, "or my ass."
"The Sight of Cyrus mounting you…"Hermione hummed, as her thrusts never changed speed, but just hit harder…
[Flashback]
Having finished lunch, Harry was petting Annabell's tits as he kissed her.
Cyrus cleared his throat. "My Turn. And they said you would be cherry?" He motioned to the ottoman in the centre of the room. "What did they mean by that?"
Harry kissed the witch one last time and stood to walk to the ottoman. "Muggle term." Harry grinned. "Meaning pristine, untouched." Harry crawled onto the ottoman, on all fours, sideways to a mirror so that he could watch the action. As he stretched out, he spoke the incantation for the charm. "I am virginail."
"I have noticed that you do a lot of wandless magic, silent magic, and still magic, but you are inconsistent." Cyrus stroked his cock, ensuring its full firmness. "Why?"
"When you need to unlock the cuffs, holding your partner in place, but you are too busy to pull-out and grab your wand… your magic makes due. Repeated enough times, it becomes habit." Harry looks back over his leather clad shoulder, "Soon our Play begins to spread to our schoolwork. Some charms are best not 'silent cast', as it is just rude turning a guy's cock to a cunt before you drive yours in."
"Are you speaking from experience?" Cyrus knelt behind him, his left hand on the Lad's left as his right guided the bell end into Harry's cunt. As he sunk in deep, not stopping at the Virginal barrier and bottoming out in the lad's cunt.
Harry grunted as his Father-in-Law bottomed out inside him. "Not yet. Last night was the first time I was fucked up the cunt. I had taken it in the ass a few times before, but last night… Daphne rolled me onto my back, and breached me deeper than you are." Harry grunted from the playful thrust of his lover, "But she is not as thick, she does not fill me like this. Seed my fields, and then test her yourself." Cyrus's thrusts picked up speed. "The night after the First task, should I survive, we plough and seed the fields again. We pick a witch at random, drawn from a hat, and see who is the better fucker, you and I." He grunted as Cyrus silently reminded him who was the Cock of this fuck. "Winner gets to fuck little Tori's virgin cunt, this Solstice."
The next ten minutes Harry was nonverbal as Lord Greengrass was brutal and demanding of the cunt on his cock. As he stood, dragging his scummy cock from the freshly fucked cunt of his son in law, he glared at his Daughter in law…
"Tracy! Get your slutty ass over here."
As the witch slinked closer, Harry rolled to the side, off the ottoman and to his knees. "Sir, by all means, rape my wife. Put her in her place."
[end flashback]
As the muggleborn witch seeded his womb, Harry groaned out one last orgasim.
"Hermione, you are a damn good fuck." Harry sighed.
"I know." she patted his naked bum. "So are you."
HPDT
TBC
