If you like what you see and what more please Follow and Favorite my work. It would mean the world to me, thanks!

Also you can find advance chapters, commissioned art, and more bonus content on my page at www Pa/ treon /Mark_Ward

Your support would go a long way in helping a small time author, thanks!

Chapter 86: Pleasant Night (R-18)

"Pa, Pa, Pa!"

"Ahh, Harry, more! Give me MORE, Master!" a certain blue haired maid shouted at the top of her lung.

The obscene sounds of sex filled the opulent room which was bathing in near darkness except for the moonlight filtering in from the window.

On the giant king sized bed, three bodies were entwined, doing the most lewd things partners would do in the bed. A blue haired woman was kneeling down in the center of the bed, her beautiful and pert ass up in the air, while there was a dark haired man behind her continued to go and go inside of her.

Laying back on the pillows was another maid, but this one with pink hair instead of blue, she was busy playing with her large, busty breasts while the one in a Leap Frog position was busy servicing out of her cunt when she was not busy moaning to high heaven.

There was no mistaking what they were doing.

"Harry, I-I am soooo close," Rem shouted out loud as she broke off from lapping up her automaton sister pussy. Ten inches of bitch-breaking length stretched the little maid further than ever before possible. Harry piston in and out of her repeatedly, spreading her wide over and over. Her silken walls felt incredible for him and every stroke just increased his aggression.

"Good, my little pet," Harry answered as he could help but give her ass a hard smack. It was just jiggling before him as it shifted from side to side hypnotically, so he couldn't stop himself as he added a few more.

"TWACK, TWACK, TWACK!

The sounds of his hand smacking against her ass cheeks echoed all over the room as Rem started moaned wantonly, enjoying the treatment.

Trying to silence her cries of pleasure, Harry pushed back her head back in Ram's waiting cunt, and making her get back to work.

Seemingly liking the rough treatment, the blue haired maid's little honey pot produced even more love juice, making his passage into all the more easier and pleasant.

Harry could see her eyes begin to roll into the back of her head as he reached depths that no man ever had before. Rem gasped and moaned like a bitch in heat as his magnificent cock battered against her hard cervix!

She was already long past the point where it was slightly painful, all she could feel from him battering into her pleasurable and even more pleasurable. She couldn't even scream as her sister grabbed the back of her head and pushed her harshly into her slick naked groin!

All she really could do was moan as Harry speared her innards, their lower halves slapping together as he picked up the tempo. She yelled into Ram's pussy as her walls fluttered around his girthy member! Her body was bucking uncontrollably, and Harry could see Ram get off the feel of her tongue and the vibrations she sent down her little kitty.

It was simple and brutal. A simple animalistic romp. An exchange of pleasure and nothing more.

Feeling her began to stiffen, Harry knew immediately that this was the last straw for the Rem as he felt the pressure build up inside of her and her body begin to convulse.

It's too much for the poor maid. By the time her release approaches in waves, his cute little maid is outright ahegaoing from what he can see of her face. Her eyes are rolled up in her head and her tongue is lolling out of her mouth.

Ram, meanwhile, climaxes her fair share as well, greatly enjoying the feel of her own sister tongue in her lower lips.

Rem clutching tight to the bed sheets as her orgasm wracks her body more explosive than any before it. As the intensity of her inner walls clenching around his shaft, squeezing the life from his member is more than enough to bring Harry over the edge as well. He cums, and when he does, he fills her with his seed, pumping the sticky white substance into her cunt.

As he does so, Rem's taut stomach inflates as Harry obviously pierced her cervix with his final thrust. His seed pumps into her womb and Rem loses complete control of herself, flailing and spasming as a truly massive load of cum ends up deposited inside of her, stretching her abdomen out in a rather obscene way.

They stayed connected and static, each of them savoring the pleasure still coursing through them.

Finally, after having completely spent himself in her, Harry slowly pulled out of her cunt with a wet pop.

The maid, losing her support, lost her kneeling position and laid down on her stomach, her breath still rough, her legs still apart, and a cloudy white liquid slowly seeping out of her.

Her body was still shivering in pleasure and she wished for nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep, but her companion, denying her this wish, turned her over.

"Harry?"

"My dear," he whispered as he caressed her chin, "did you really think we were done?"

He lets out a dark chuckle as he saw her come alive, "I will come back for you after I handle your sister!"

Turning to face Ram who was done collecting herself, Harry grinned at her, "Its your turn now. Why don't you come get it?" he asked as he pointed his ram straight shlong which was ready to go once again.

"What do you have, endless stamina or something?" Ram asked with a shake of her head as she still crawled up to him like a good little maid and gave his crown a light peck. "

"It's like you can go on for days." Then the pink haired maid pushed her lips over the tip, sucking the end of the shaft while she placed her tongue around the urethral slit. Humming over the love juices still coated on his cock, his little snappy maid gathered as much of his clear liquid on her tongue as she could, wanting to collect it all and swallow it in a great big gulp.

"Actually I did go for days," he replied remembering the weekend he spent with the cheerleader, besides summoning some meals and drinks, they just kept going at it all day long!

Harry rested his hand against the bed frame to give himself some support while got busy sucking his cock. It was no different from any other time she played with his rod, but now she got over resisting him and went to work teasing him before she slowly worked her way to the base.

Soon Ram began to bob her head back and forth, maintaining perfect posture and an upright position while doing so. Harry groaned as his little friend tongue gliding underneath his shaft and she played with his balls.

Humming as she sent vibrations running all up his cock, Harry watched as Ram used her other free hand to properly play with her pussy. She rubbed her fingers against the folds, giving Harry the perfect view of her masturbatory performance. He grinned at the sight, his cock throbbing as he put his focus on her groin.

Ram pushed her head deeper along his length until her nose was nearly touching his groin, and she held herself against his base briefly, using her tongue to spread out and engulf the rod and its cylindrical shape.

She quickly got rewarded as the emerald eyes wizard to moan, his head cocking back as he pushed his hips into her face. He acted purely on instinct, letting his body move in response to how the automaton toyed with his member. She moaned, her voice muffled as he swung forward, with his ball sack slapping against her chin. With a few thrusts into her, Harry soon found a perfect rhythm felt as it stretched her throat out for the umpteenth time.

A little whine of desperation bubbled up in his little maid's throat as he pushed forward in and out of her. She shut her eyes tightly as he made her take his cock right into her throat, his cockhead leading the way and pushing deep into her throat and making her choke.

The gagging noise that followed made Harry's cock throb with joy, he could see how soaking wet Ram was under the treatment even if she put on an annoyed expression on her face.

Ram choked her face red as a tomato as she was held in place by him, spittle leaking from her lips as it dripped onto her trembling breasts.

Harry didn't relent for a single moment as he thrust wildly into her, his fingers grabbing on to her hair and making her wince and whine with each thrust. He was playing her so effortlessly, and he could see how powerless he got her to be as she could do nothing to stop him, but take it.

With every little gesture of dominance and power, Harry could see how wild he drove her, panted in and out and desiring more and more from him. Pulling her forward for a single moment, he viciously facefucked the pink haired maid, conquering her mouth and her throat. His cock was already covered in spit, slick and ready to sink into her cunt, and her rhythmic gagging noises from her throating as she took his cock over and again was music to his ear.

After some time spent sucking on his rod, Ram pulled back with all her might which Harry allowed until his shaft popped from her lips. Panting as her tongue hung out with a short strand of saliva dripping off, she wiped it away taking a moment to recover while watching Harry's cock throb for more!

Then Ram held her skirt up, resting her knees on the bed as best she could. "Okay, pick a hole now," she said.

"Seriously?" Harry asked in surprise, awestruck that she was giving him the choice. "You're giving me that ability to choose?"

"Don't make me change my mind," Ram said, glaring up at him, "now choose already!"

Hesitating for a moment with his options, after a long moment of contemplating, Harry decided to shove his dick inside her asshole, as it has been weeks since he spent much time with it.

"Alright turn around," he said, "on your stomach for me," he ordered.

The knowledge of what he chose made the pink-haired maid smile, "Uuurgh! I should have known, you would choose that!"

"Then don't give me the choice next time." Harry retorted, giving his maid's rear a hard smack that caused her to yelp.

Doing as commanded of her, Ram prepared herself and when she was ready, she recalled out, "Here you go, Master! Please fuck my ass!"

Smirking, Harry shrugs his shoulders and played it cool. "I suppose if I must."

The living contract watched him with a bit of expectation that she couldn't hide, no matter what facade of boredom she put on. Harry can't help but chuckle darkly as he reached out and grabs her butt cheeks with both hands, kneading and squeezing her posterior, even as he pushed his cockhead right to her asshole.

Watching her clenching her teeth together as the crown pushed her rectal cavity outwards to fit his thickness.

"You're going to enjoy this a lot," he whispered to her as he slams home into her ass and she shrieks out loud.

The pinkette's eyes go wide and then roll back in her skull in moments, and Harry grunts as her back door clings to him tightly and her butt muscles squeezing down on every last inch of his cock.

That doesn't stop the young man from pulling back out, only to do it all over again. Harry's grin turns positively vicious as he gives Ram the most brutal butt pounding he can. In response, his little snappy maid reacts explosively, her unoccupied cunt soon gushing out love juices in endless spasming waves as she cums again and again from his cock in her ass.

Ram screamed loudly, but most of it was muffled by the bedding she was currently biting down on. She squealed long and hard, her legs kicking back and forth ineffectually behind Harry as he filled her with as much of his cock as he could in one go. Then he stopped for a second, focusing on kneading her plump posterior with his fingers as he allowed her to adjust to his size.w

With a few inches left to go, Harry pulled out of Ram for a brief moment then he bucked against her rear, her ass cheeks jiggling as he pushes deep into her. His base soon met with the rectal entry point, making him feel secure within his little maid. He began to pound harder against her ass, watching it bounce as he plowed as deep as he could get.

"Mmmph! Harry! HARRY," Ram begins to scream as she quite vocal about her enjoyment of him in her ass.

"What did I tell you," he said as he gave her ass another hard smack. Moaning out loud to his touch treatment, his action was able to loosen her up a bit as well, making the ride for the full shaft up her ass easier for the hunter's cock.

"Yes Master! Yes, just like that!" Ram answered, as he gave her what she wanted. Ramming deeply into her back door time and time again, Harry laughs uproariously as he gives his maid the anal fucking of a lifetime, and makes it quite clear just who's in charge around here.

Harry also continues to spank her ass bringing his palms over and over again on her pale posterior until it is bright red like a baboon's ass.

Ram continues to squeal in response, as he thrust forward into her back door with as much force as he can possibly bring to bear.

"By the magic!" Harry chuckled out loud, "You really quite the little anal slut, huh?"

Ram can only moan in response, pretty much insensate by this point.

Reaching out with one hand, Harry grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her up to face him. As expected, he finds her with a perfect ahegao face, completely and utterly fucked insensate by his cock. Harry really loved looking up to see her fucked silly face. It always is a pleasure breaking into her, and putting her into her place.

At this point it really had just became their little game, she acts up, and he puts her back in her place.

Letting her drop back down to the bed sheets, at this point, Ram was moaning near constantly from the pistoning cock jackhammering down into her asshole. Lying prone like she was caused Harry to spread her ass cheeks wide so he could get himself deeper inside of her.

When the orgasm came, it wasn't a surprise to Harry, nor to her as well. She came with around Harry's dick, crying out his name and shaking as her pussy juices coated the bed beneath her.

When she came down from the orgasm, Harry was still going at it. He was like a machine and he could see her going cross-eyed from the pleasure he was forced into her.

In the end, he also felt his release fast approaching as his balls churned, and sed begin to build up. Harry proceeds to give her as many more pumps as he can manage, before finally he begins to cum.

His seed pumps deep into Ram's bowels, and she shakes and spasms as she experiences another explosive orgasm at the sensation of his white hot cum painting her insides.

Pulling out of her sad little ass which was ruined by him, Harry looked down at his two maids. They were both long out of the count, and it would be a while before they could walk up or even get back into action.

Deciding to hit the shower to cool off, Harry left them behind on his bed as cum spilled out of their respected well fucked wholes.

He still had tomorrow to look forward to, he comforted himself.

Chapter 87: Reveal

Walking to the old man's office for his private lessons with instead of going to his double potions which he used to do on the Fridays. He greeted the gargoyles guarding the front and walked into the grand and magnificent circular office.

Harry noticed once again that the old man wasn't in, which was good for him really since he didn't have to deal with him. Let him be boggled down at the International Confederation of Wizards.

He did however take notice of was the beautiful flaming red bird perched on a lovely wooden stand. It gazed at him once he entered, and Harry just nodded his head to Fawkes and tossed him a treat from his Lordship ring.

Setting up his cauldron and putting it to a simmer on top of the claw-footed desk, Harry opened up his potion book to a certain page which was the potion he would be working on for the day.

In just a matter of an hour or two, Harry was done with his potion and set it aside for the old man to look over when he came back.

Since he had plenty of time, Harry did what he usually did, and went to the shelves filled with endless tones on a variety of subjects on magic.

Harry just couldn't believe all the knowdgle contained in here, it was indeed a very vast collection of magical tones, spell books, rare magic theories, valuable experiments, ground breaking research, and so much more.

He couldn't help as he had to wipe the drool that always slipped out the corner of his mouth when he gazed up at this great collection. Since there was no one here to stop him, or tell him off he ran his fingers along the books reading off the titles until one grabbed his interest and he pulled it off the shelf.

Heading over to seat himself in one corner to relax and read, he heard a squawk, and turning around to look at Fawkes, he saw the bird gazing at him. Already Harry knew what that look meant, "Are you not afraid of becoming fat, Fawkes?" he asked with a deep chuckle as he took out another treat and tossed it to the flaming bird.

Looking at him angrily as he caught the snack from right out of the air, he tore into it as if to say, 'NEVER!'

"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug, "don't blame me when you become too fat to even lift yourself up into the air," he teased.

Squawking angrily at him as the giant flaming bird waved its wings around, Harry had a good laugh as he run to sit himself near the fireplace where he was nice and toasty.

Soon, Harry was relaxing back on a bean bag he summoned and enjoying his evening as he devoured some books.

He was so absorbed with his book that he didn't even notice it when someone came through the fireplace. Then the stranger came up to him and muttered, "Mmm, Unique Defensive Arts of Castles, really is a good magic book!"

Jumping up as his book was tossed to the side, Harry was out with his wand in a flick and was already in a defensive stance.

"Professor Dumbledore," he said in surprise as he turned to face the speaker.

"I see you are quick on your feet," the old man softly smiled while not being unfazed in the least bit with the wand pointed at his face.

"Sorry," Harry said as he put away his wand, "You just surprised me."

"No problem, my boy," the old foggy answered as he rubbed his long silver beard. "So how is my collection?" he asked with a grandfatherly grin.

"Your collection?" he asked as he looked at the book laying on the side. "It was all Fawkes idea," he simply answered as he pointed to the fiery bird licking its chops.

Turning around to look at him with a very human like an expression of surprise and shock, the bird begin to screech at his blatant outright lie.

However Harry kept his expression cool and did his best to ignore the giant flaming fireball that was looking daggers at him. It would be best from now on, to watch his back all the time he imagined, or else the bird might get the jump on him to exact its revenge.

Breaking into an uproarious laugher, the old man bent over as he wiped the corner of his eyes. "I would imagine you bought him off with treats huh? You always did love snacks, and would double cross me for any."

"I hope that I didn't offend you Professor?" he asked with a bowed head. Most people would see it as a great offense if you perused their magical collections, wizards are just that way, grubby with knowledge as they keep it close at hand.

"Oh, no it's alright, my boy," the man waved his hand, "I take great joy in seeing you that hungry for knowdgle. It is the making of a great wizard, and the basic tenets really, that you should seek knowdgle at all cost!"

"Thank you, Professor," he said with a bow of his head. Still that did not mean he turned to look him in his eyes, the old man was a master in Occlumency and Legilimency. The goblins told him what went down, and so did the poor Secret task force agent. He could easily read another's mind, and get them to do what he wants, or block off certain memories.

Even with all the training he done in the Mind Arts, he was still warily of the man, and if he got a hint of deceit from him. Then let's just say he was a done man...

"So how did the gathering go at the International Confederation of Wizards go?" he asked. The news had yet to be out of how tings played out, so he was curious to get first on report of what went down.

Sighing as he shook his head, "Politics, it took them ages for them to remove me out of my Supreme Mugwump position. Now they will gather for the next month or so as they go back and forth deciding my successor."

"Aren't you sad?" Harry asked, the Supreme Mugwump was a very high ranking post, you basically lead the whole wizarding society all over the globe.

"I am glad," he answered, "now I can give my true focus to what I value the most, this school. And who knows," he shrugged his shoulders, "now that I got plenty of time. I might teach again."

"You were the Transfiguration Professor right?" he asked to which the old man nodded his head. "So do you plan on firing Professor McGonagall?"

"Hahaha," immediately the old man broke into laughter as he shook his head from side to side. "You think I can, I would be sitting with rear reddened. No, I might delve into teaching Alchemy."

Harry of course heard of the old man's accomplishes in Alchemy, his skills were legendary, and he had achieved a number of advancements in the field.

"Well I can't wait until the day we experience your wise mentorship, Professor," he stated with a nod.

"There is no need to call me Professor and such. Just Headmaster is fine," the old man pronounced.

"B-but aren't you going to be my Potions Professor? Snape always insisted on being called Professor," he replied.

"Ahh," the old man said with a sigh, "you should call him that, he does deserve a bit of respect."

"Ha," Harry chuckled, "I believe I never will. After what he did... There is no way I am calling him that. He is likely I haven't been calling him other names," he replied with a growl.

"He was wrong for what he did, my boy," the old foggy tried to advise. "And I am sure he is deeply sorry for losing control of himself like that. It must pain him greatly every day to see one of his old students separate from him like that on such bad terms."

"Him, sorry," Harry asked in mock surprise, "If I know him best, which I do, that sniveling snake what be secretly dancing inside with joy. And separating from his student and all that, he would be glad to see me gone and never come back in his class. Well, so am I. Who even needs him, he is a horrible teacher, and hates my guts."

"Now my boy," the old coot tried to settle him down, "You do not know the pressures your teacher is on, and that is not true. He values you, and all his students."

"Well then, Professor, I must sadly tell you that you do not know your own Professor as much as you think," Harry declared. "All he cares about is himself, and no one else."

"That's not true," the old man argued, and seeing his arguments weren't having an effect on him. "Did you know he and your mother used to be best of friends?"

Looking at him, but not at his eyes, Harry's eyes narrowed, "Yes, Sirius told me all about it," he answered. He could already tell what the man wanted to do, make him have some sort of sympathy for the greasy bat.

But Harry knew the truth, and wouldn't fall for his half truths. "He also told me how he called her a mudblood, and fell in with the wrong crowd."

"I see," he said with a nod of his head, he tried his best to hide his disappointment, but Harry could see how his failure annoyed him.

"You must know though," he said, "Snape still loved and cared for your mother."

"Well that one way to show it," he chuckled, "use a derogatory slur on your friends. I must really remember that to show my friends how much I care for them!"

Sighing, the man tried once more, "You have to understand, Professor Snape was under a whole lot of pressure from his house. And you know how children and even adults react under peer pressure."

"So what," Harry said with a sneer which could match Snape's very own, "I don't care what others think. I would never call my friend that word, no matter what. Do you see me going around and doing that to Hermione, Colin, and my other muggle-born friends?!"

"You truly are made of much sterner stuff," he admitted with a nod of his head.

"Yeah, I had to be living under my relatives," he replied as he crossed his head, making his sly remark known to him.

"I truly am sorry for that, my boy," he answered as he got the old man's usual grandfatherly vibes. "I never intended for you to suffer so. If I had known earlier what they made you go through... Let's just say muggle jail would have been the least of their worries."

"That's good to know, and it reassures me very much," he blatantly lied, he imagined he never will forgive him for sending him to those so called relative of his. Anyways, he doubted the old foggy was sorry about it, more likely he was sorry about losing track of him and where he stayed.

"I heard you broke your friendship off with Ron," the wrinkly old goat asked.

"You heard right," Harry answered with a shrug. "He held me back, and was a jealous git. Not really friend material."

"Now come," Dumbledore said, "he is your friend..."

"used to be," Harry cut in.

"Used to be your friend," he amended after he saw he wouldn't change his mind. "that is no way to speak of him."

"Since you heard that we cut ways, do you know why?" Harry asked as he looked up at him.

"Yes, sadly I heard what he said to you and your reaction which I must say was a bit explosive, but still it was wrong of young Ronald to say that of you. And I am sure he is deeply sorry."

Harry wondered for a moment if the old man ever got tired of spewing out the same old bullshit. Ron and Snape be sorry for what they had done, was a sniveling old bat, and the other a jealous prick.

He could already imagine they were stewing with self righteousness and all, thinking they were in the right and the world should bend their way.

"If you know what he said then," Harry declared as he stayed on topic, "then there is no way I can ever be friends with someone as heartless and cruel as that. I would have been calling him one of Voldermort's crones if I didn't have a much better opinion of the Weasley family."

Sighing once again as he saw that he would be able to change his opinion, the old man stated, "I know better than anyone the loss of a friendship, and it is not something break away and lightly toss off. I have lived for long years, and regret those old friendship."

"Well I am better of without Ron, already I am doing very well in all my class, top marks in all, you can ask all my professors. Each of them is singing praises for me, even Professor Septima Vector who I never thought I would get along with, she is already calling me her best student," he said with a straight face.

If only he knew why...

"That's good to know," the old coot nodded his head.

This is my Harry just didn't want to be under the so called tutelage of the old coot, he knew he would try to manipulate him one way or the other as he tried to fit him in his grand plans, whatever they were.

"Well, could we get to our one on one Potions?" he asked as he waved his hand to his desk to show him all the potions he prepared just like how he asked during this past month he was gone.

"Yes, let's do that," he said as he hung his pointed wizard hat and came over to the desk.

Checking his potions, the old wizard gave his some advices and he gladly took note. Unlike Snapw you would just toss a grade at you, and never tell you how to improve or the mistakes you made, Dumbledore at least took the time to tell him some tricks to better his potions, where he went wrong, and everything in between.

Harry jotted everything down, and they even decided the steps he took and what to do better next time. After a while of going through everything, he gave him some reading material that he should look over, with the added bonus of no homework. Just a small quiz on what he learned.

With that class was basically over.

Just as he was packing up for the day, Harry turned to face the old man, "Headmaster, I think you should look into Professor Alastor Moody."

"What for?" the old man asked as he looked up to face him in his seat.

"Well," Harry said, "he isn't who he truly is."

"What do you mean?" the old wizard asked with narrowed eyes.

Harry thought long and hard about what to do about his knowdgle, he knew he had to play it smart. He was sick and tired of always being in the dark, on the defensive, now he wanted to be the one on the offensive and stick at Voldermort where it hurt.

Plus more than anything he wanted to keep Dumbledore busy from all his secret plans he got going.

So what better way than to have them collided with each other.

Why not let his two greatest adversities fight it out while they weakened themselves, and he grew in power and strength.

"Well instead of Moody being here, it seems like Barty Jr. is here in his place. I think he must be under Polyjuice while keeping poor Mr. Moody near at hand."

Getting up from his chair, he could see the look of surprise on the old man's face, "What!? How! That couldn't be."

"It's true, you can check with your Magic Sight that's exactly what I have done," he admitted.

Turning to look at him in surprise, the old man asked, "You have Magic Sight?"

Nodding his head, Harry knew he would have to admit that fact for his story to add up and not get the old man's suspicion.

"That's very rare indeed," the headmaster noted.

Getting back on topic, Harry continued, "I think he must be here on the behest of Voldermort. It's the only thing that makes sense."

"Yes, but what for?" the grey haired wizard mused out loud as he rubbed his beard in contemplation.

"Of course to come after me!" he snorted. "It's like the guy is obsessed with me, and I would have thought he held a fancy for me if he hadn't killed my parents."

"That isn't funny," the old man said in a stern voice.

"But it's true," Harry said, "there is something, I don't know what, but he is after me for some reason."

"Well I would look into that," Dumbledore said, "thank you for bringing it to my attention. You don't have to worry about it."

"Come on Headmaster," Harry whined, "you say that now, but somehow I would be facing him during the end of the years."

"That's not true..." he tried to argue, but with one look from him, he sighed. "I guess you are right. You do have some way of getting yourself into trouble."

"Let me be your assistant, Professor," he argued. "I can help you, and you can help me."

"No way," the old man shook his head.

"You just admitted it yourself somehow I would be facing him. If I know all the details, and go into this with a clear plan I might actually come out on top instead of having a pyrrhic victory or close shaves."

Peering at him for a long while, Harry could see his words were having a clear effect, so he pushed on.

"Who is the one that took on a evil possed Professor, then a giant Basilisk thousands of years old, followed by a criminal convict who turned out to be alright, then a werewolf, some death eaters..."

"Okay, okay, I get it," the old man said as he held out his hand for him to stop. "I will allow you to help in uncovering Voldermort's plot, but... you must listen to what I say and follow my instructions to the letter. If you don't..."

"You don't have to say," Harry interrupted, "I will be your dutiful assistant."

'While plotting your eventual downfall,' he thought darkly.

Chapter 88: Professor Aurora Sinistra (R-18)

[New POV*]

Aurora Sinistra let out a long breath of exclamation and smiled deeply. Tonight was a very beautiful night with clear skies which allowed her to view the stars perfectly and a bright full moon hanging over head like a giant purple cheese wheel. Astronomy classes for the day just wrapped up, and she wanted to unwind with a bottle of some nice wine and stargazing.

With the last of the children ushered out of the astronomy tower, Aurora locked up the hatch as she bolted it close, and then threw a bit of magic on the hatch that led up to the top so as to reinforce it a bit and no allow anyone up.

Then she conjured up a nice big folding chair for herself and placed it right in the center of the tower where she could get the most amazing view of the starry night sky. To set the atmosphere perfectly, she also conjured one of those lovely muggle Gramophone player along with their music disk of her favorite song.

She slipped out of her teaching robes into something more casual for the wonderful night. She wore a lacy dark blue bra that was really only good enough hiding her nipples as her cleavage left nothing to the imagination. Plus a pair of lacy dark blue panties with some stars on it which nearly suck to her ass perfectly along and some stockings that reached all the way up to her thighs.

She also slipped on warm bathrobe to keep the slight chill away and cast a warming charm on it to keep warm and fuzzy inside.

If any of her students saw her in this outfit, she would have been expecting a whole lot of nosebleeds and plenty of blushes from girls as well. Aurora knew how attractive she was, how well she drew a man's gaze and got their attention.

She wasn't boasting but she knew she was very much desirable and aroused the opposite gender!

However above all there was one person she wanted staring at her like no one else.

Taking in her abundant curves, giving her a couple appreciative stares, and maybe even running his fingers along her body.

Aurora was of course referring to the one and only, Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He was extremely handsome, tall, very fit, straking emrald green eyes, and black locks that seem to tumble down wonderfully. Aurora had been tempted several times to ask him to stay behind after class, or to oversee a more... let's just say private detention regarding him.

As naughty thoughts entered Aurora's mind, she downed a few gulps of wine to settle down, but she just couldn't help her mind continuing to drift off. The boy's magic was very strong and nearly palpable to her, and every witch knew powerful wizards were well equipped where it mattered. It was like magic itself made them to bust up a few slutty witches!

Aurora gave herself a self deprecating smile when thinking about her fantasy with the young student. She was a teacher by Morgan's twat! She just couldn't be having those immoral thought!

However her nipples still hardened a bit just thinking about how gloriously taboo the thought was to be with her own student.

Then with a sigh, she parted her robes, pulled down her panties, and sat back down on her folding chair until she was nearly laid back. Thrusting out a chocolate skinned hand right down into her little honey pot, her fingers ghosting across her puffy, pink pussy lips. Merlin, she needed this. Especially after dealing with those brats for far too damn long, she told herself, but she really knew it was because one of her own student made her inflamed.

She imagined taking him onto her desk and sucking his cock before riding him into an orgasm. Then, Aurora imagined him pinning down on the desk and dominating her with his big cock while Aurora screamed out his name. Her fingers dipped underneath her panties, between her thighs. Aurora started to pump herself.

She just needed to let go and relax, Aurora told herself as her eyes drift shut as she fingers her pussy. She can feel the light of the star-studded night sky across her dark-skinned face. She didn't need to see it to know it was there to sense the power in the sky. And after decades with astronomy, the professor was adept at naturally drawing the energy out of the stars that were so physically far away from her. She did so now, subconsciously, even as she moaned her enjoyment of her fingers in her sopping wet cunt.

Most forgot about the wondrous glory of the sun, the moon, the stars, the planets, the constellation, and other celestial objects. Wizards and Witches of today care nothing for all that. Only materialistic wealth and blood purity is on their mind.

But true magic, magic that can shake the world and change lives is done under the heaven and sky. Powerful rituals, everlasting enchantments, amazing spell works, and great works of magic is down under the observation of the planet's movement.

Suddenly Aurora heard a noise, someone trying to get into the Astronomy Tower as they tried to open the hatch leading up to the observatory station. It really wouldn't the first time someone interrupted her stargazing sessions.

Most likely it were some students trying to sneak up her and make full use of the spacious area. There were plenty of rumors going about of cource how fabulous this place was for some nightly shagging sessions and she of course caught plenty trying to do so.

Ignoring it for now, she knew they would live in a few minutes after they see this place well locked up, and she was right. Before long the banging stop and whoever was on the other side left.

Getting back to what she was about before, Aurora slips her fingers back to where they were while gazing up at the sky.

Tonight is a full moon. If she were a werewolf, this would be cause for much distress and alarm, but she was not. As such, the full moon is more of a glorious sight high above in the sky, casting its beautiful glow down on her, and she drank from that power deeply. A moan escapes her mouth as her fingers dig ever deeper into her cunt at the same time.

It felt good… so very, very good. Her orgasm was getting closer and closer and closer, as there was now three digits pistoning in and out of her slick cunt. Her climax approaches, but suddenly she catches a swishing noise up in the air.

Looking over she sees the man of her dreams and wants land right on the Astronomy Tower, a few feet away from her.

Eyes meeting as emerald eyes and black once stared at each other, they stay like that for a long moment frozen in their spots.

Suddenly Aurora remembered the compromising position she was in with little to no clothing and her fingers in her little kitty. Before she could try to cover herself as best she could, the young wizard stepped forward as his broom disappeared from thin air.

"Would you like some help with that Professor?" he asked with a dark evil grin.

[Back to Old POV*]

"Alright that would be all for tonight," Professor Aurora Sinistra called out to the class at large. Once the older witch called an end to call everyone started packing up for the day and rushing out.

"I want a detail report of the Solar Eclipse," she shouted in between the hubhub of everyone leaving.

Heading ahead along with his year mates, the chocolate skinned woman nodded her head to him, "Mr. Potter."

"Professor," he replied as he gazed up at her, he couldn't deny how beautiful she was, a real exotic beauty among the mostly Caucasian women at the school.

Grabbing some snacks from the kitchen, the house-elves there overflowed him with goodies, and he headed to the Gryffindor Tower loaded with food.

Deciding it was best to finish up his Astronomy along with Hermonie and his other friends, Harry came up short as he dug inside his bag.

"Shit," he swore.

"What's wrong?" Lavender asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I forgot my notes back in the Astronomy tower!"

"Dang most likely the winds picked them up," Parvati Patil noted.

"I know," Harry said as he got up, "but at least I have to go check it out!"

"You can look off mine," Neville helpfully added.

"It's cool, I know the stuff but it's just good to be in the habit of keeping some reminder. Don't hold up for me," he called out, "go ahead and get started!"

When Harry finally got to the hatch that lead to the Astronomy Tower he saw that the thing s was bolted shut right tight and he could Alohomora, Unlocking Charm, to open it up since someone seem to really want it to remain shut.

Sighing, Harry was about to just give up but then he saw an open window right across from him. Then that was when an idea struck him! Coming to the window still edge, Harry looked down and saw that it was a long away down to the ground.

However that did not bother him, stepping up to the edge until it was like he was about to suicide jump, Harry pointed his ringed hand in front of himself. Then he jumped, and in moments he was flying up in the air on his firebolt.

Soon Harry was high up in the air and could see the center of the tower. Tonight was really beautiful he noticed with a full moon and a clear starry sky.

Verring down as the wind rushed by and tousled his hair, Harry gently landed on the ground with practiced ease. However what he wasn't expecting was the sight before him.

Professor Aurora Sinistra was sitting in the center of the place, wearing really nothing as her honey pot was on full display with her finger inside of it making it obvious what she was up to. She looks at him like a dear caught in the headlights as the shock of his appearance caught him unaware.

Then with practiced ease, he organized himself, really this was getting to be an everyday occurrence running into beautiful woman up to naughty, naughty businesses.

"Would you like some help with that Professor?" he asked with a dark evil grin.

"There is no need to worry, Professor," he added, "I won't bite!"

Stepped closer towards the older witch, Harry brushed a finger up against her, leaning very close.

"It's okay, I know it can get very lonely here, trapped in the castle for ten entire months," he spoke up with clear sincerity and understanding as he placed a hand on his chest. . "I know you love your job, don't get me wrong! But it's okay to relax once in a while."

He was like a serpent whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he was nearly grinding up close to her hips. Groaning out loud, Harry was surprised to hear a reaction from her this fast as he thought he would have to work some more of his magic. Bit he took as it was as he took his hands before placing them on her ass. Harry squeezed her firm bum with a little bit of encouragement.

"Would you mind me helping you, Professor?" he asked innocently.

Not waiting for an answer, Harry reached up to cup the older woman's face and leaned in. Her warm lips soon engulfed hers with a hungry, passionate kiss.

Harry noticed how she quickly returned the kiss, her brain acting more on autopilot than anything. His horny Astronomy professor was just offering herself up like a sacrifice.

Harry lived through one school boy's fantasy of shagging his own sexy teacher, but still it never lost its novelty.

Stroked her body, Harry brought her closer into him as he could feel her breasts pressed up against him. The two of them entered a passionate make out session with each other.

As soon as Aurora recovered from the experience of having Harry surprise her, Aurora begins to give as good as she gets, her tongue wrestling with his as she applies her extensive kissing experience to give him the best makeout session of his life.

Her arms then wrap around his neck as she leans into to engage him, and the two of them go at it for a long while. Eventually, thought they had to break off their kiss, as they needed air. A strange of saliva still connects them, even as both of them panting heavily. Aurora's eyes are quickly glazing over with lust, while Harry's are hooded as he stares down at the sexy Professor.

"Let me help you find that release you were looking for, Professor," he whispered in her ears.

Aurora seem to remember herself and the relationship they shared, "Mr. Potter, you... we can't do this."

"Why not?" he asked innoceltly as his head drifted to where they weren't supposed to be.

"B-beacause..." she tried to answered, but a moan escaped her lips as his finger slipped into her cunt.

"You were saying?" he asked with a wicked grin.

"Mr. Potter!" Aurora tried to say in a stern tone, but she was clearly failing as she kept on squirming under his soft ministrations.

Slipping his fingers out of her cunt for a moment, Harry slides them around her pussy lips. He flicked at her clit causing her to mewling in need, and he played with her, edging her, teasing her, and bring her ever closer to release. After all, it wouldn't do for the fun to end too soon, now would it? It wouldn't do for him to make her cum too quickly. So, Harry played, and played with Aurora, making her feel pleasures she never had before!

"Professor would you like me to pull out now?" he asked once he had all in a mess.

Staring up at him with a conflicted expression, soon her needs won out as her bow arched and a loud scream left her mouth.

Chuckling evilly, Harry's fingers contiued to run along her slit, and then he dove back into her cunt. He swirls them about, and then spread them wide. Soon his digits thrust up into her cunt, and Aurora moans all the louder for it. Harry did after all have plenty of experience and knew quite a bit of a woman's body after all!

As such, it's easy enough to find her g-spot, his middle finger easily reached it. The tip of his finger touched that extra sensitive spot in her passage that brings all women so much pleasure, and then he curled his fingers inside of her cunt.

With just that, Harry had the older woman singing as her breasts rouse up high, and she continued moaning out loud as he fingered her in and out. Before long then, Harry had her over the edge and cumming, crying out as her back arching and her hips lifting off the chair for a moment.

"What a very naughty Professor you are," Harry chuckled as he left his finger slip out of her spasming quim.

"Look at what you have done," he said as he held out his soaking wet hand that dripped her love juice.

"Here," Harry said as he brought his finger to her mouth, "be a good girl for me and clean them up, would you?!"

So lost in desire and lust, Aurora did as he commanded as she began to suck her own pussy juices off of his fingers. Harry grinned at the sight, and knew how deliciously perverted this was, but then, who cared, not him of course!

"Alright that's enough," Harry said as he saw that his fingers were clean enough, he loved to carry this out for some more but he wanted to move on to better things, namely his throbbing little brother who wnated his turn!

Pulling his saliva slick fingers back out of her mouth, Harry watched as her lips suctioned down around them as they left and with that caused a pop to sound as they departed.

"Tasty," Aurora said as she seem to be back from her orgasm high. And she seem to be opening up to the possibilities...

"Let me help you," she said with a smile.

Harry could only watch as he was disrobed and Aurora let them drop to the floor. His boxer shortly came off, and Aurora smiled as his manhood was shown. She pulled out his piece of meat, wrapping it in her hand, and firmly squeezing it getting a real good feel for it. Then she began to stroke it, and Harry started to grow in her hands.

"My, my," she said as she took in his size, "you really are packing, huh! I really can't wait to have it inside me!"

-(BONUS CHAPTER- Check out Pa / treon for more!)

Chapter 89: Professor Bathsheda Babbling (R-18)

"My, my," she said as she took in his size, "you really are packing, huh! I really can't wait to have it inside me!"

Just as the two of them were about to get to the real spicy stuff, the hatch which was previously locked swung open and in walked in Professor Bathsheda Babbling.

"Aurora," she called as she held a picnic basket in her hand, then however her eyes locked on the two of them and the comprising position they were in with barely any clothes on and their privates out in the open.

Dropping whatever was in her hand the spirited begin to scream as she ran out!

"That can't be good," he said as he watched her leave.

"Shit," Aurora, "I forgot she was keyed in."

"You think she would tell?" he asked her. He really didn't want his activities to get out there, it wouldn't be a problem really, but he liked to keep some stuff on the down low.

"No, she is just surprised!" Aurora answered with a shake of her head.

"Well we did give her quite the shock," he chuckled.

"I guess we did," Aurora smiled. "Now where were we?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"I believe you were about to return the favor," he smiled as his pillar stood ram rod straight as if it could pierce the heavens themselves!

-(BONUS CHAPTER- Check out Pa / treon for more!)

Walking into his Ancient Runes with Professor Bathsheda Babbling, Harry's eyes meet hers as he took a seat. She quickly looked away from him as he could see a hint of a blush at the corner of her cheeks.

The witch was a slim woman with pixie cut hair and bright eyes filled with joy and energy, she was a bit short barely reaching up to his chin with a delicate and springy figure. Her usual ecstaticness was a bit toned down for the day as she welcomed everyone inside and begin the class.

Harry felt a bit bad dampening her bubbly personality, Professor Bathsheda Babbling was always someone that you imagined would hug me in her excitement, something he so wished that it dearly happened.

Staying behind once class was over, Harry wanted to clear the air between them.

"Mr. Potter," Professor Bathsheda said once she saw that he was taking his sweet time, "is there something you wanted to speak to me about?"

"I wanted to talk about last night," he quickly got to the point.

Holding up her hand, Bathsheda put a quick stop to it, "I don't care what you and Aurora have been up to. What you do in your own personal time is up to you. And even if I have a disagreement, it is not like this is something that could sent you to Azkaban."

She was right, their little escapade last night was not a criminal offense it could be viewed as irresponsible or objectionable, but not technically illegal. The wizarding world was really was behind the muggle world in laws, but it worked out perfectly for him.

"But I can see it's nothing you," he noted.

"No it's not," she shouted as she quickly got defensive.

"Really?" he asked as he stepped up nearer to her. He was a whole head taller than her as she was a short, petite woman, and he was like a giant towering over a small cute rabbit when he came up to her.

"Are you sure you are not jealous of Aurora?" he whispered to her.

"What, no?!" she denied but he could see the shiver of pleasure and want pass through her.

"I don't think so," he said with a chuckle. "I think you are just as naughty as Aurora. Thinking some very immoral thoughts of your own students," he leaned in closer as his fingers ran all over her body.

Harry didn't think things would take such a turn like this, all he wanted to smooth things over, but now however here he was seducing her and luring her over to pleasures never experienced before.

"Come tell the truth, Bathsheda, you want this, don't you?" he asked as he was nearly pressed up against her. He was like a hunter chasing after his prey who did not know it yet, but was already caught in his trap.

"I...I..." Bathsheda tried to say as her lips trembled and her eyes fluttered downward.

"Don't worry," he whispered to her huskily, "I can give you the same pleasures I gave Aurora!"

"B-but it's wrong," the petite woman tried to argue, but he knew she was just doing for posterity's sake at this point.

"No one has to know," Harry replied and emphasize the point he waved his hand at the door locked telepathically. He found out long ago, witches got a real hard on for powerful displays of magic, and what better way than to throw around some wandless bits.

Slowly caressing her face as he felt her tremored in his grasp like a frightened rabbit, Harry comforted her. "Don't worry this would be a wonderful experience."

Leading her down on her knees as he made her bent before him, Bathsheda looked up at him with those innocent eyes which gave him a raging hard on thinking about the sinful things he was about to make her do.

Without a word, Harry cock whipped out and slapped her across the face once it was free from the bounds of his robes. Bathsheda looked very surprised as her pretty little mouth hanging open.

"This is your first step to true pleasure," he announced as he grabbed the older woman by the back of her head and shoved his meaty prick all the way into her mouth. It was really easy and was no hassle at all since he had her mouth already wide open for him, so with practice ease he slid in.

"Make sure you put some effort into it," he grinned wickedly.

Harry groans as he starts out relatively slow, sawing in and out of Bathsheba's mouth but not really trying to over extend himself just yet. Still, his size alone means that his dick is curving upwards into the short crop haired woman's throat causing Bathsheda to choke and gaggle helplessly on his member, unable to do anything else besides take it as deeply as he felt like going.

Slowly but surely, he increases his pace, until Bathsheda was very much choking on his dick like a true bonafide slut, her flaring nostrils not able to get her much air with how his ball sack is effectively slapping against her nose and eyes.

"Agch! Ack! Acm!"

As he escalates things, Harry chuckled, "You are right at home on your knees, sucking my cock, aren't Professor?"

Bathsheda moaned while she leaned into him and sucked Harry's cock as hard as possible. She really was a good girl trying her best!

He had to note, she really had several natural skills which Harry put to the test. Her succulent lips popped around Hadrian's pole as he buried it all the way down her throat with a series of thrusts. If he had to guess, Aurora must have shown her some neat stuff.

Putting her mouth and tongue to good use, desire began to burn up inside Harry's body as his thick balls smacked against her chin with each thrust. Harry used her throat as his own personal fuck-sleeve and Bathsheda took it all like a true champ. His hands grabbed the back of her head and shoved as much of his meat down her throat as humanly possible.

He could see her eyes water up as he went deep inside of her. "Good girl. Really work that pole, you are really going to get well rewarded."

Bathsheda bobbed her head up and down on Harry's shaft, she sucked him extremely hard as Harry kept on pushing into the pure and innocent woman's mouth... but he guessed now that she had pre-cum and slobber running down her chin she really wasn't that pure anymore forget innocent.

Laughing out loud, Harry watched as his very own Professor sucked him, their eyes meet for a brief moment as their gaze locked. Seeing the unimpeachable and wholesome virtue, Harry couldn't help but feel his lust inflamed.

Harry picked up the pace and drove all the way into her mouth with a wild drive as his hips moved in and out of her mouth.

"Good girl," Harry breathed over Bathsheda's ear lobe.

Bathsheda shuddered and spurted all over the ground some love juice. Harry held onto her head and pushed down into her throat to make her swallow his shaft. It felt so good inside of her wet hot tunnel as his thick cock was buried all the way down her throat. It was so good in fact that Harry finally unloaded inside of her.

Careful not to squander a single drop of his gift, Bathsheda pressed her nose to Harry's pelvic bone and sucked him hard. The cum raced down her throat and gave her so much of a load, it began to leak out of the sides of her mouth and out of her nose.

Her mouth bubbled with cum, and she swallowed it all. Once that was done, Bathsheda lazily scooped the rest of the cum that spilled out and into her mouth as Harry laid back on the near by chair to ease himself.

"Good job, no excellent job," he complimented. Getting up once he collected his breath, Harry smiled, "I think now it's time to get your well earned reward. Don't you think so?" he asked as he looked down at the older woman.

Patting her belly which was filled with his seed, Bathsheda blushed under his gaze and demurely nodded her head. "Yes, please, Harry. M-make me feel good, and happy like Aurora was this morning."

"I will," he said as he picked her up and set her down on her own desk. It was the only classroom furniture wide enough to fit them both.

Striding forward, the wizard vanishes his clothes from his body and strokes his cock as he lifts Bathsheda up to face him, right as Harry draws his massive schlong back. Her eyes go wide as he shoves his dick right into her cunt without warning or preamble, thrusting deep into the gorgeous older woman's cunt. And he could see as her eyes nearly roll up in her head and something anything tries to leave her throat but she is dealt a silent hand.

Harry silences his Professor's screams with his fingers, shoving them in as if she was a baby and he lets her the rest. Harry smiles wickedly and gives her a second thrusting jolt right then and there, sending Bathsheda over the edge on the spot.

The pixie cut witch squealed like a little girl as she climaxed, her eyes going crossed and her tongue sticking out of her mouth. Her entire body seizes up, and she experiences her first orgasm today.

However she did not know what was coming for her, Harry barely even got started at all as they had a lot of ground to cover, a whole lot of it.

Bathsheda whimpers, as Harry enjoys the feeling of bottoming out inside of the petite witch's cunt. Her insides cling tightly to his cock, not quite stretched enough to make her feel loose with how thick and girthy his meat rod was, but ultimately, the passage into her drooling honey pot was quite smooth all around. She's extremely wet of course, and slick as all hell, so Harry finds himself bottoming out on that very first thrust, but not quite managing to fully hilt himself inside of her.

"Y-you're sooo big… so very BIG!" Bathsheda uttered incoherently.

"We are just getting started," Harry chuckled, "we haven't even gotten to the good part!"

"What do you mean?" Bathsheda asked as a bit of fear entered her tone.

"Well I have to break you, of course!"

His fingers dig into her butt on both sides as he slowly, painstakingly pulls back out of Bathsheda's cunt, inch by inch. The pure woman moans in response, clawing at the desk her laid on.

Bathsheda whimpers as Harry draws backwards, but she squeals like a stuck pig when he suddenly thrusts forward again with all his might, slamming into her cervix and then right through it in a single, harsh movement. The older witch cried out, and her body tenses as his cock hilted inside of her, his cockhead pressing into the far wall of her womb and distending her abdomen slightly as a result.

He was buried so deep inside of her that she can already feel him ramming up against the gates of her womb. His cockhead had slammed into her cervix with such bruising force that Bathsheda tongue was back to sticking out of her mouth.

And then he starts to fuck her for real. He's not going to stop after just one thrust, after all. With his fingers digging into Bathsheda's ass cheeks and his cock buried in her twat, Harry proceeds to take his Professor to pound town, slamming forward into her cunt and womb again and again, barely pulling back long enough for her to catch her breath before taking it away from her again with another pistoning motion of his thick, fat, prick.

Harry's cock pistons in and out of her, breaking her bit by bit, piece by piece, and all Professor Bathsheda can do in turn is cum uselessly around his thick meaty rod. She orgasms again and again and again, and her entire world shrinks to a pinpoint on that pleasure. Nothing else matters anymore, no one else was important in the least bit. Not her, not her classroom, nothing- just Harry, and his bitch breaking cock.

Moans fill the classroom, and Harry enjoyed himself quite a bit. There was just something about fucking your own teacher that had you on cloud nine. So, in the end, he wasn't surprised when he came fairly.

His cock spasms, his balls churn, and then he's groaning as he fills Bathsheda's womb with his seed, pumping her full of thick, hot ejaculate. He fills her up real nice, all the way to the brim in an instant and causes a fair amount of backlog to spurt out of the sides of her cunt around his thick prick as a result.

Bathsheda in response orgasms explosively around his thick cock. It's not the first time she had cum while he was been fucking her, but it was the most explosive.

Harry chuckling as he watched her spasm and twitch, and smacked her casually on the ass as he begin to pull out.

"Like that, did you?" he mused. "What a dirty little teacher you are, Professor Bathsheda."

Bathsheda wasn't able to respond as she had to deep with her explosive orgasm, but she still caught his comment and moaned out loud.

"Well I got to head out," he said as he conjured back his robes. "See you later," he called out as he walked out, leaving a drooling mess on the desk.

Chapter 90: Double Teamed Pt.1(R-18)

Harry Potter returned from taking a long and steamy shower. There were a few things bright and ready for the morning like a nice hot shower, maybe on some lucky days he might have a little tumble with one of his lovers inside of it which got his engines really revying for the day.

Harry walked down the hallways of the castle and thought of all of what he wanted to accomplish this morning. Harry had a few things on his plate to be perfectly honest, so he had to get to them first.

First of all, he had a meeting with Professor Bathsheda Babbling in her office. It has been a couple of days since their little escapade in her classroom, it was a complete surprise which he did not plan for, but a welcome one nevertheless.

It wasn't long before he came up to the place and then knocked politely on the door. From inside he heard the very familiar voice of his Ancient Runes Professor shouting, "Come in, Mr. Potter!"

The sounds of females giggling lightly, stopped Harry in his track as he had his hand over the door handle. He was pretty sure he hard not one, but two soft laughter. Listing closely, Harry could clearly make up the girlish giggle and a half-hearted plea to stop which caused him to frown.

He thought about calling out through the door, but shook his head and went on a limp then swung the door open.

The scene that playing out in the center of the room which was occupied by a bed instead of desks and chairs was like something out of a wet dream. There were two forms on the bed which were very familiar to him.

On the right side was Professor Bathsheda, a slim witch with pixie cut hair and bright eyes filled with joy and energy, she was a bit short barely reaching up to his chin with a delicate and springy figure. Her hair was matted as sweat sheened on her forehead and she moaned out loud. The blue material of her night dress came down and showed a transparent quality. Her nipples stood a little bit erect from the other end of the shirt. A pair of blue panties covered her modesty.

On the left side was Professor Aurora Sinistra, a beautiful witch with flawless chocolate colored skin and dark brown doe eyes, high cheekbones, a snub nose, full dark lips, and a slender curvy figure. She sat with a green night dress. Her firm breasts pressed out against it. While her finger lightly traced down the cheeks of her friend caused Bathsheda to breathe heavily with want and desire.

Granted, this wasn't an uncommon occurrence to him to be honest. It was like everyday something new was happening around him, still though it was hot, very hot. Already he could feel stiffy in his robes and something sticking out like a pole down below.

Cleared his throat to get their attention, the two older women looked up at him. Bathsheda was blushing deeply as she looked very embarrassed being found in such a compromising situation, Aurora on the other hand had on an innocent look on her face as he lashed her long eyelashes at him. He wasn't buying it for a moment.

"And how are my two favorite teachers doing today?" he asked smoothly as he closed the door behind him and telepathically locked it as well. Things were about to take a very spicy route indeed.

Bathsheda blushed deeper as she tried to hide her face from him, but Aurora on the other hand responded with smiles towards him.

"You know, we're just waiting around, hoping you'd show up," Aurora said with a mischievous smile.

"We figured you'd be around soon," Bathsheda said with a whine smile. He had the feeling Aurora told her to say it, but he didn't care and wanted to see how they would play this out. "And we could….have some fun before the day truly begins for you."

"You know a little bit of action to start the say for you," Aurora said.

The sweet little smiles coming from both of the witches caused Harry to grin. He walked over to meet both of them. He knew the relationship between the two of them had been close, something that went beyond friendship, and it seem like they were inviting him into the mix.

He guessed he was the only man that could satisfy their carnal desires.

Harry leaned down to look at both of them with a smile. "And by some action you mean..." he asked playing innocent.

"You know what we mean," Aurora rolled her eyes.

"No I don't," he lied. "I think you girls will have to clarify for me," and to let them in, he gave them a wink.

"Fine..." Aurora sighed, but before she could say anything more on the matter, Bathsheda cut in. "We want to have sex with you. A-a... threesome."

Turning to look at the petite woman, Harry grinned broadly, he never expected her to take the initiative. "My, my, Bathsheda. I know Aurora was a naughty, naughty little girl, but you too..." he said as he teased her a bit.

Blushing even deeper until her face was all pink, she clearly was so ashamed that she wanted to dig herself a hole and hide in it forever.

"Well since you girls askes so politely... how can I deny." Without another word, he removed his robes and upper torso clothing leaving his barechested. He watched as both of them eagerly ate up the eye candy of a shirtless Harry who approached them.

Harry could tell where their minds were wondering and he was thinking the same. "Who first?" he asked as he came over to the bed with them

"Why don't you start with Bathsheda first since this was all her idea," Aurora grinned.

"Her idea?" he asked out loud as he looked at the petite woman. He of course thought it was ll Aurora's plan, but Bathsheda... Who knew what a naughty girl she was.

"Is that true Bathsheda?" he asked as he grinned down at the older woman.

Bathsheda had no response as she hide her face in shame, but Harry took in strides.

"Well," he said, "since you are such a naughty girl who set this all up I believe it's fair I try a new whole."

"Mmm, sounds like a wonderful plan," Aurora moaned as she bite her lips.

"Lay her down for me," he commanded the dark skinned witch. Doing as told, Aurora soon had Bathsheda ready with her ass up in the air for him, she tried to resist, but he saw she was making no effort at all. She wanted, she wanted this badly.

Harry could see Bathsheda eyes widened as she heard a zipper being pulled down. She felt it before she saw it. Harry long, thick and hard something was against her ass and when she looked back over her shoulder, she knew it for what it was. His cock, he had his cock out and it was up against her buttocks.

"H-harry," she whined, "y-you can't... this is not acceptable."

"Don't worry," he said, "we will start out easy." No matter, Harry was going to have what he wanted, but he didn't mind easing her into it.

With his cock still sliding up and down her ass crack, sending spasms and spikes of intense pleasure via her butt and through her body, Harry reaches in and slips a finger into her asshole.

She was tight, really tight like he expected of course. She had no man or toy down this hole, he was going to be the first to claim it for his own, and stamp it out with his seed.

Bathsheda moaned loudly as his finger pushes in and out of her asshole quite slowly. With her first novel experience into this field, there was just no way for the older woman to handle all the new pleasures at once.

Once he found his tempo, Harry changed it up as he added a second finger, and then smiles as Bathsheda eyes roll back in her head right there on the spot. The older woman arched her back and her tongue sticks straight out of her mouth, even as her butt cheeks clench around the length of his cock and her anal passage squeezes tightly at his two fingers.

Her pussy juices are soaking through the bedding, and at this point really Harry was used to his female lovers making a mess out of the bed. Right now, that was not important, all that was is Bathsheda and her sensitive little butthole.

Removing his fingers from her ass, Harry pulls out from her and he grins once he hears a whine of sadness from his Professor. Now where was all the resistance she was putting up.

Griping her ass cheeks as tightly as could be this time his purpose wasn't to play and tease her. No, instead he pulls her perfectly round ass cheeks apart and exposes the tight little rosebud within. As her little butt hole falls under his gaze, Harry directs a his wand at it and sends a cleaning spell inside of the passage way.

Then once he was finished he leans forward, the tip of his incredibly hard cock lining up with her back door.

"H-Harry, I-AIIIIIIEEEEE!"

Before she could get anything else out, her protest was cut short when Harry pulled back and slid right up against the older witch's sphincter. Her big fat ass spreading even further as Harry's cock ended up inside her poor virginal butthole, feeding her the first few inches of his shaft.

A high pitch squeal emanated from the pixie haired woman's mouth and it was followed by more of the same, because Harry didn't let up.

Every slow easy thrust from him caused another inch on his huge shaft to sink into her, and there was nothing Bathsheda could do about it but scream. Her poor tight asshole held onto his length like it was a lifeline, clenching down like the traitor it was and refusing to let go or loosen no matter how much she tried to willed it out.

Over and over again, Harry slowly burying his massive member in her ass and he could see how aroused he was making her. It wasn't long she was rubbing and grinding against him, helping things move along.

By the time Harry was fully buried inside of Bathsheda big bubble butt, the older woman was actually panting with lust and need, rather than squealing in pain. She whimpered when Harry brought them to a stop and put his hands on her wide hips though.

"Ready for more sweetheart?" he asked with a dark chuckle.

Unable to help herself, Bathsheda looked back over her shoulder with big blue doe eyes at Harry and bit her lower lip, nodding up and down. She clearly wanted it. He could see that she wanted him to fuck her. No, she needed him to fuck her.

Holding her ass to steady her as Harry slowly slid back out of her back door completely to start the process agian. It took a moment for him to find purchase with how glistening wet Bathsheda was from all the sweat that fell down her body thank to the fingering she got which caused her no end of pleasure.

She was putty in his hands as such, his cock slipped and slide back and forth along her ass crack for a moment, before finally his dick tip presses into her loosened up back door.

He pauses as he very carefully spreads just the entrance of her asshole around his cockhead. Bathsheda lets out another loud, guttural moan as her legs kick up and down behind him. This one was a long, drawn out affair as she shakes and shivers and shudders beneath him.

Then, Harry beginning to truly plow her ass from behind. He was pistoning in and out of her tightening back door with so much strength that Bathsheda couldn't resist jerking her ass upwards every time he fully sheathed himself inside of her poor bubbly butt.

It was far more than the petite woman ever had before, and something she wasn't expecting. All she could do was moaned like a wanton whore, when she wasn't crying out joyously that is.

Harry didn't seem to care, he was supremely focused on one thing and one thing alone; fucking the ever living hell out of Bathsheda. His thrusts sped up and quite swiftly so, Bathshedafelt herself was at the brink, about to tip over the edge, and let the flood gates release.

When she finally did, she orgasmed like she'd never orgasmed before. The explosive climax had her eyes rolling back in her head, her tongue lulling out of her skull, and her ass muscles clenching down harder than ever before around Harry's thrusting member. She coated his 'broom' in pussy juices as she spasmed and twitched.

To bring her back to the world, Harry rears back with one hand and gives Jack a mighty smack across her left butt cheek.

A cry leaves the petite woman's throat, and her eyes roll up in her head again and she cums explosively from the sudden sensation.

"Naughty, naughty girl. You like this, don't you, huh? Enjoying me stuffing you to the brim?!"

"She like that very much. Don't you, Bathsheda?" Aurora smiled as she sat on the side, busy fingering her pussy and taking in their brutal love making with lustful eyes.

Mewling, Bathsheda eagerly nodded her head in response to their words. "YESSSS!"

He gives her another fierce smack across her ass, this time her right butt cheeks. Harry smiled at the way her plump bubbly butt jiggled and bounced under the force of his blows, even as it reddened with the outline of his handprints.

"Y-Yes Sir! I have been a very bad girl! I need… you to punish me some MORE!"

Harry laughed out loud wickedly, "Oh, I will punish you some more. A lot more in fact. Hahaha!"

Harry delivered another two intense smacks to Bathsheda's butt cheeks, and then he begins to fuck her ass all over again. Bathsheda squeals and then screams in pleasure as he pounds into her from above. He pounds in her tight little asshole like a hammerjack. His big fat dick was stretching her back door to the brink as it clenches and squeezes and clings to his thrusting member.

The young lord growled as he fucked his own Professor, ramming into her with all his might. He was shaping her into his own mold as he ruined her from any man except him. And Bathsheda loved it as he fucked her silly!

With a growl Harry proceeds to forces orgasm after orgasm out of the pixie cut woman plowing her from behind while alternating smacks across her bright-red butt cheeks with each and every thrust of his massive cock into her oh-so-tight butthole.

"I should have known what a slut you were, Professor. Enjoying being breed by your won student! What would your colleagues think besides Aurora of course, when they see you like this, huh?"

By this point, Bathsheda isn't really in a proper state to respond to his words. It's almost as if Harry was talking to himself. But he knows she could hear him as he threw insulting words at her, and degraded her. Plus from the way her body reacts, as she mewls and her anal walls clench down on his cock in the most delightful of ways, Harry knows she is basking in this.

Finally it became just too much for Bathsheda as she explodes out with her final orgasm then promptly blacked out as she lost consciousness.

Only Harry's thick girth keeps Bathsheda from sliding out as she slumped forward on the bed with her tits pressed against the bed sheets and her arms hanging limply.

Thrilled like never before as Harry done something few wizards could have, make their partner black out completely from too much pleasure. That seem to do the trick for him as he came inside of Bathsheda 's ass, filling her back door to the absolute brim.

Smirking with the sort of self-confidence that only a man of Harry's stature could ever reasonably have, the wizard let his Professor slid off his cock finally, the combination of her passing out and loosening ass muscles, and his cum load slickening her bowels causing her to drop from his dick and fall face first onto the bed down below completely.

Harry couldn't help but appreciate the sight for a moment, his cock still completely hard as he observed Bathsheda with her face down and her ass still up in the air, leaking white cream filling on the nice backdrop of her big round ass.

If you guys want advance chapters check out my Pa/ treon I am 25 chapters ahead!

www Pa/ treon /Mark_Ward