Trigger Warning: if themes of consent‑nonconsent, bondage, domination, sadism, or masochism are offensive or trigger for you, do not proceed with this chapter.
Before dawn arrived Cho and Harry engaged in two more couplings, each more satisfying than the last. There was a magic in their lovemaking. Her beauty and his selflessness combined in ways that resulted in a total greater than the sum of their parts. They each confessed to each other that they had other lovers, each affirmed that they were happy for each other, and each agreed that they would never allow jealousy or possessiveness to interfere with the special bond between them. Harry experienced Cho as existing just on the edge of insatiable. Though Harry didn't know it, when she learned that Harry's birthday was coming very soon she began to plot a special birthday celebration for him.
They were downstairs in the pub about to order breakfast when Hannah came through from Diagon Alley. She spotted them immediately and came over to the table full of enthusiasm and glowing with happiness. "Harry!" she exclaimed and leaned in to give him a passionate kiss. "Cho!" and gave her the same greeting. No invitation for her to join them was necessary and she slid into an empty chair.
"The last twenty‑four hours have changed my life," Hannah gushed.
Harry and Cho laughed very gleefully at that. He asked, "Was it because of the business deal or the sex?" Cho continued to chuckle.
"All of it, and no mistake. I'm rich. And I hope my potions sell well. George is enthusiastic and after our test run last night he may become his own best customer."
"Your sales demonstration was a success?" Harry asked, and Cho laughed out loud at his joke.
"Yes. I've been fucked so completely and swallowed so much cum I may not have sex for a week, but don't take quote me on that. George is practically insatiable. I think we're a good match for each other. Oh, and guess what? George has offered me a fifty galleon incentive bonus if I can successfully create the monovalent transmogrification potion. He's dying to find out how it feels to get fucked himself."
Cho chimed in, "I'm dying to know what it's like to have a cock. I'd love to fuck you, Hannah."
"That's the best proposition I've had all week." Hannah smiled and leaned in to kiss Cho a second time.
"Ok, maybe a little to much kink for a public conversation," Harry interjected. "We need to talk business for awhile before you two go upstairs together." The two girls broke apart and faced Harry.
"Cho is being given access and privileges to the Black library, but I can't offer her a desk. She has the ambition to become a magical healer and she hopes to research related topics in our library. Here's Tom, coming to take our orders. Let's order and I'll continue after that." Ordering for all of them he asked for bacon, eggs, bangers, black pudding, crumpets, and a pot of tea. Tom hurried off to fulfill their order.
"Your bedroom on the first floor should now be ready for you, Hannah. We also need to arrange for a potions lab. We can probably convert the attic on the fifth floor of Grimmauld Place. It should be easy to install a ventilating chimney up there. Now you must obtain the equipment that you'll need. I think it can all be completed within a few days. Also, now that you have a few galleons in your bank account, you should ask Slug and Jigger's Apothecary if they would establish an account for you and a delivery service."
"Have you always been so good at organizing, Harry?" Hannah asked.
"Call it an occupational hazard of my close and intimate relationship with Hermione Granger. You might soon need to be producing several potions in volume."
Cho asked, "While we're on the topic, I'd like to ask if you'd give me a sample set like you gave George and Harry, please."
"I hope you understand that I would love to, but giving the potions away would be a betrayal of my partner, George. I can only consider providing these to anyone if there's a fair exchange of value. Citing Harry as an example, he provided the research library, soon a laboratory, set up the business relationship with George, and encouraged me every step of the way. However, I think we can work something out involving a non‑monetary exchange."
"Say more. 140 galleons are too expensive for me."
"Will you consent to being my test subject? To be specific, I want to be DP'd. If you agree to transmogrifying into a male to fuck me in the ass while Harry's buried in my cunt, I would consider that to be a fair exchange of value. Of course, there will be other tests."
Cho added, "One additional test being I get DP'd by Harry and you, what else do you have in that devious mind of yours?"
"I'd need to swear everyone to secrecy."
"It will stay between you, me, and Harry. I swear."
"And lower your voices. Must I remind you kinksters again that we're in a public place," Harry scolded.
Practically whispering, Hannah expounded. "I'm considering something that requires balancing an insatiable sex drive against an overwhelming malevolent spirit. The individual so dosed must be benevolent but must also be driven with the insatiable need for sex and cum, without putting at risk the cum donors. Put into mythological terms it's a succubus/incubus transmogrification inducer."
"Precious Morgana Our Mighty Queen! Hannah, you could do some damage if you ever turned evil. Do you think it's possible? How long would it last?" Cho wanted to know.
"Well that's another one of the challenges. I found an approach in the ancient literature from the Black archive but it seemed to cause a permanent change. I hope I can work through the challenges and develop different strengths that will last different amounts of time, like the stamina formula. How long would either of you suggest?"
"Fifteen minutes," whispered Harry.
"Twenty‑four hours," whispered Cho.
Hannah laughed heartily, but then spoke softly. "You're already insatiable, Cho. If you transformed into a succubus for twenty‑four hours there would be a trail of dead wizards, and probably dead witches, from here to Edinburg. I was thinking more in the range of an hour or less. A few hours on this and you'd fuck a room full of men, at least three or four Quiddich teams in total. Keep in mind that it will produce an insatiable hunger for semen. You might even fuck each of them more than once. You might survive but I'm concerned about the men."
"Oh that's just the most erotic idea I've ever heard, a locker room full of men breathing their last in their dying efforts to satisfy me sexually. Please, where do I sign up?"
"Whatever happened to the pure and innocent Cho Chang I knew back in school?" Harry asked.
"Wherever did you get that idea, Mister Potter? I'm many things but innocent is not one of them. Hannah, I think it's going to be necessary to conduct a lot of research and live testing with that potion using your chief tester, ME."
They had finished breakfast so Harry suggested, "Why don't we go to Grimmauld Place now? Hannah can determine if her new bedroom is satisfactory, then she can discuss what she's going to need in her potions laboratory and discuss it with Kreacher. Cho can begin to examine the volumes that satisfy her purpose in the Black library. Oh, and Hannah, while you're paying your respects to the mistress of the house you might inquire if she knows how these old books came into the collection."
Cho asked, "Who are you talking about?" So he had to explain about Walburga Black, her pure blood lust, Hannah's unique ability to stroke her ego, and Kreacher's approval of the respect that a member of a pure blood family shows to his Mistress. "She wouldn't approve of me, would she? A Chinese witch from Scotland. She'd be scandalized I'm guessing."
"Probably. The Change family is not recognized as a part of The Sacred Twenty‑Eight pure blood families," Harry replied.
"Ok then, Harry, let's go," Hannah implored.
With that they all put their hands together in the center of the table and Harry apparated them to Grimmauld Place. Kreacher sensed Hannah's arrival and popped before them as soon as they entered. Harry introduced Cho and he offered her a shallow bow. "I'm granting Miss Change full rights and access to the house, Kreacher, and access to the library." Then, turning to Cho, "You may take any notes you wish but none of the books can leave the confines of the library. Hannah will show you the book with instruction for the translation spell for books written in Olde English, Latin, Greek, or any other language unfamiliar to you." Finally, he led Cho to the library while Hannah went to pay her respects to Walburga Black.
As soon as he walked in he noticed the Pensieve cabinet just to the right of the door. But the room was vast and it didn't stand out or look out of place. This made Harry speculate whether he should build an office on the third floor. Over time it might resemble, in a small way, the Headmaster's office. He had bought a Pensieve and, perhaps in time, more magical artifacts would accumulate. The thought of Dumbledore brought to mind that he would love to have a Phoenix. Might there be a book in the library detailing how to harness the power of a Phoenix?
Cho was already exploring the shelves, even climbing a ladder to search out books out of her reach. Like Hannah before her, she was hyper focused upon the possibilities and had forgotten about Harry. Sitting in one of the chairs he watched with a growing sense of satisfaction. Generosity was part of his nature and her excitement gave him the greatest pleasure.
Soon enough Hannah had joined them. "Harry! Brilliant! You are a genius! The Mistress told me that all the books here were from the accumulated personal collections of various Blacks dating back as far as Roman times. Even more exciting, the handwritten books were written by a Black. She says the Ancient and Noble house of Black included many alchemists through the ages. She even suggested that Merlin himself may have been part of the lineage. You gave us access to the finest collection of written works on magic, especially on the subject of alchemy and potions, in the magical world. Your former potions teacher would have been deeply envious had he known."
"He probably did know, Hannah. This home was used as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. The order predates our years at Hogwarts, being formed in response to the first wizarding war. Snape had access to the house, being an important member of the order, and it seems likely he used the library. He certainly didn't develop his considerable abilities in potions solely from the contents of books authored by Libatius Borage and Alarm Eighteen. I'm guessing he honed his skills in this very room. It seems, Hannah, that you will follow in his footsteps. You too Cho."
The girls ran to him and tackled him to the floor, each trying to claim his lips. "Stop, stop, stop! Ok, we have things to do right now. Hannah, you need to help Cho with the translation charm and afterward take Kreacher to the attic to plan you laboratory. Cho, you need to find the locations of the books about the topics you plan to research, then try the translation charm on a few. I have things to do as well. We can play later."
"Cho, after I show you the translation charm come with me to the attic and help me plan my lab. After that I want to show you my bedroom. You're welcome to use it too." They both giggled. Harry was delighted that they had bonded so well. Nothing better than harmony within the harem, he thought to himself.
Harry retreated to his room to retrieve the vial Tracey had given him. There was a post on his desk from Luna.
Harry, my love,
Neville has guided us in the creation of the most wonderful pond with beautiful water plants and, soon to be, water fairies. I want you to come see it.
Also, Neville's birthday is coming very soon and I know it is your birthday on the same day. We want to have a celebration. You and Neville are required to attend. July 31 at 10:00 AM.
Maybe by then we will have received the good news that Daddy has sighted the Crumple-Horned Snorkack live in the wild on the edge of the Gobi Desert.
Love, Luna
Although he trusted Luna he wondered who all the "we" were. Still, He knew that birthday celebrations were something that he would need to become accustomed to. He had formed life long friendships with many and, in many ways, they were his family. So, of course, he would want to spend his birthday with people he was close to. He would be sad that Hermione would not be there. He sent a reply immediately.
Luna, my love,
I'll be there.
Love, Harry
Now he hiked up the steps to the owlery and its lone occupant, Fred. There he saw the girls on the fifth floor discussing the laboratory project in excited terms, poor Kreacher swiveling his head rapidly from one to the other. Fred was in his usual manic mode when he saw Harry but was clearly happy to carry off the dispatch. Then he went back down the stairs to use the Pensieve, since the girls were busy upstairs. The Pensieve cabinet allowed a shelf to slide out that supported the stone so it was not necessary to levitate the stone away. Uncorking the vial he poured the silvery wisps into the pool and then, with trepidation, lowered his face into the dream.
The scene was foggy in the way that Slughorn's altered memory had been foggy. He first observed a man in a stone room illuminated by a burning torch on the wall. He wore black leather storm trooper boots and black leather pants. At his waist hung a coiled leather whip on his left hip and a riding crop on his right hip. He was bare from the waist up. Though he viewed the man from behind he seemed familiar. The subject turned around and approached him to retrieve a black leather mask from a table nearby. The real Harry broke into a cold sweat. The dream man was him, Harry Potter.
The door opened and two girls walked in, Daphne Greenglass and Tracey Davis. "What is this place, Tracey? Oh! No, Tracey! No!" Dream‑Tracey gave dream‑Daphne a little shove and then scooted out the door, banged it closed, and the sounds of a gate bar dropping into place secured it shut. Dream‑Daphne went for her wand but dream‑Harry disarmed her, Accio Wand, and laid her wand on the table behind him then cast a silencing charm upon the room. "Potter! You stupid impotent Gryffindor fool. What is this all about? I demand that you let me out at once or you will suffer my wrath." Dream-Harry calmly began putting on his hood and did not answer. This seemed to increase her impatience. "Did you hear me you stupid, arrogant, overconfident Gryffindor? Open that door!"
Daphne Greenglass was famous for two things at Hogwarts: being the most beautiful girl in school and being so aloof and distant she earned the moniker, 'The Ice Queen.' Despite the nickname Daphne, a pure blood witch from one of the highest status families in the magical world and a Slytherin as well, was polite to everyone. Or at least she didn't engage in insulting, rude, and provocative behavior like other Slytherins. Now, here she was in her own dream looking as fine as Harry remembered. Tall, at five‑foot nine‑inches with a generous bust line, a small waist, wide hips, a full arse, and long shapely legs. Her naturally platinum blond hair that ordinarily hung down to her waist was gathered into a bun. Her blue eyes flashed fiercely at the dream‑Harry right now.
Suddenly dream-Daphne's eyes became very large and her mouth dropped open in horror. She was looking at something in the center of the darkened room. Waving his wand, dream-Harry lit more torches on the walls and the room was bathed in torch light. Now the object became visible. A six‑inch high wooden platform held two upright wooden posts two feet apart. On top of one post was a flat wooden plank about two feet wide and six inches across, mounted atop the post parallel to the base, as though it were a seat. The other post stood higher and was topped with a six‑foot wide plank standing upright and split in two so that one half could hinge up from its mating half. There were two small semi‑circular cutouts approximately two feet apart in each board and a larger semi-circular cutout in between. He recognized the device as a pillory or stocks. A knot formed in Harry's stomach and his dick immediately hardened when he realized it was dream-Harry's intention to restrain dream-Daphne in that pillory.
Dream-Daphne started pounding on the door and screaming for someone to open the door. Dream-Harry had finished putting on his leather hood, which fit him tightly from his neck upward, covering the top of his head. There were cutouts for his eyes and nose but his lower jaw remained unsheathed. He came up behind the frantic girl and reached around her, groping her generous breasts, grasped the button placket of her shirt and violently pulled the shirt front open, scattering buttons. Dream‑Daphne screamed and swore, "You filthy half‑blood Gryffindor. How dare you! You'll rot in Azkaban for the rest of your life for this. Oww! Oww! You're hurting me. Get off!" He had pulled the shirt over her shoulders and down her arms, ensnaring her arms because the tight cuffs would not allow him to slide it off completely. This suited his purpose because he next grasped her pants and pulled them down.
Striding to the wall in front of the pillory dream‑Harry selected a Bowie knife that was hanging there. Dream‑Daphne was screaming bloody murder. Now Harry could see the dream‑wall. It was filled with various paraphernalia: gags, cuffs, canes, paddles, belts, collars, leashes, chains, dildos, plugs, blindfolds, harnesses, clamps, and floggers. There were several varieties of each of the gadgets. Dream‑Harry approached the screaming dream‑Daphne and laid the Bowie knife flat against her wrist. She froze and quieted. Sliding the blade under her cuff he then sliced the fabric open from cuff to shoulder and it fell aside. He did the same to the other sleeve, ripping the shirt off and tossing it aside. She turned and reached up to scratch his face but he seized both her wrists and began dragging her, kicking and fighting madly, to the pillory, screaming all the way and duck walking with the pants around her ankles. Bringing her up behind the high seat he pulled her hands forward towards the stocks, bent her over the seat, and then forced her wrists down into the wrist holds which positioned her neck perfectly in the large cutout. Her kicking and thrashing caused the upper stock to shake and it dropped down, trapping her. Dream‑Harry pulled the padlock out of the shackle, closed the hasp, then clicked the padlock closed in the shackle.
Satisfied she was secure; dream‑Harry removed the stays in her hair bun and let her long platinum blond hair drop in two cascades. Now he seized one of her kicking and thrashing legs and sliced off her pant leg. He pulled the leg under her, looping it over a dowel mounted in the post, and cuffed her ankle to the post with a leather cuff mounted there. After he did the same to the other side he threw aside her pants and she was now completely restrained. Her ass stuck out with her legs brought up under her like that completely exposing her. Harry now observed three crank handles in the base. Dream‑Harry began to crank one and it lowered the stocks to a level he found satisfactory. Turning the other handle it lifted the seat and leveled her torso. The handle in between raised and lowered both posts at the same time. Dream‑Harry used this center crank to make fine adjustments to her height above the floor.
Satisfied now, he laid the blade of the Bowie knife on her back, which silenced her again, and sliced through her bra straps. The garment fell onto the platform releasing her full breasts to hang beneath her squirming body. Then he sliced through her panties and forcefully ripped them away. She began threatening him again. "You filthy Gryffindor pervert. How dare you touch me. Nothing gives you the right to touch me with your dirty half‑blood hands. You have no idea the power that my father commands. Your death will be slow, long and painful. Let me out now." Dream‑Harry reached down and ran his fingers across the lips of her exposed pussy. Harry could see that the fingers were slick with her dew and dream‑Harry was pleased with the fragrance as he held it to his nose. Dipping his fingers in for more he came around the front and painted her upper lip with it so that she could enjoy the evidence of her arousal.
Dream‑Harry now retrieved a ring gag from the wall and as she screamed curses at him he jammed the ring into her mouth, hooked his thumbs over her lower teeth, pried open her jaw and stood the ring up between her upper and lower soft pallets. Buckling the strap behind her head she could only make unintelligible sounds now. If she bit down the ring bit painfully into her soft pallets, forcing her to relax her jaw. Dream‑Harry retrieved a small pail and placed it beneath her mouth to catch her drooling.
"It is my choice that you should be deprived of control over your drooling. Soon my thick cum will join your drool in the bucket and, later, you'll willingly drink it. Now I shall attempt to educate you. To begin with, I am your Lord and Master. You shall address me as either Lord or as Master. You shall not speak unless you are spoken to. When I do speak to you it will be in the form of a question to which you will restrict your answers to either 'Yes, Master' or else 'Yes, Lord.' If I issue the command 'Explain' you may say more but must always complete your answers with, 'If it pleases my Master' or 'If it pleases my Lord.' You shall now nod your head indicating your understanding of my instructions and your promise to comply."
Dream‑Daphne lifted her head but her look was defiant. It seemed to dream‑Harry that she was trying to spit out the expression 'Fuck you' but, of course, she could not do so over the ring gag. He strode over to the wall and selected a paddle. It was covered in red leather and a hole was cut through it in the familiar outline of a penis and balls. "There are many methods I have at my disposal to correct your behavior. We will start with this. If I wield it properly your ass will be reddened except for a clear outline of a cock and balls. It is your duty from now on to worship your Master's cock and balls. You may check your ass cheeks in the mirror later to remind you of that duty of worship. Because your Lord is merciful we shall begin with ten spanks."
Dream‑Harry swung the paddle skillfully, producing loud smack and evoking a strangled 'OWWWWWW!' from dream‑Daphne. He was patient and deliberate, allowing time for the blood to rise to the surface and redden her pale white cheeks, which heightened the sting of subsequent blows. After striking each cheek five times he walked forward and replaced the paddle on the wall. Grasping a fist full of her silky hair, he lifted her head. Tears were flowing down her face and dripping into the pail. Next he fingered her pussy. It was soaked and his fingers glistened in the torch light as he painted her face with it. "You seem to be enjoying this," dream‑Harry remarked. "Perhaps you're enjoying this more than I am." She shook her head violently. "Your body betrays you then, Slytherin witch."
"Now, let's complete your instructions. You are now my sex slave. Your higher purpose is as my fuck toy." He pushed her fingers through the ring gag into her mouth until she gagged. "This is your M‑fuckhole. There are also your P‑fuckhole and your A‑fuckhole. I'm sure I don't need to explain. All your fuckholes, indeed your entire body, is my property and I may do with it whatever I please. Nod your head in agreement, please." She shook her head violently. "Oh, that is unfortunate." Returning to the wall he retrieved two small objects. Holding them so she could see he explained. "These are clover‑clamps. You see these little alligator jaws here open and close with the action of the pantograph mechanism. When I place these onto a sensitive part of your body I will hang a weight from this fine chain, which will pull on the pantograph and cause the jaws to bite down. More weight means a stronger bite. Let's start with fifty grams." Standing to her side he crouched under her to attach the clamps to her nipples. "Good slave! Your nipples are erect and eager to receive the clamps."
"OWWWWWW! OWWWWWW! OWWWWWW!" she moaned through the gag. Pulling her head up by the hair he asked, "Are you ready to cooperate now?" She did not move. "I asked you a question, slave." She stared at him through the tears but did not nod her head. "Let's add one‑hundred grams." Shaking her head no did not dissuade dream‑Harry. Her breath was coming in pants and gasps and she was drooling copiously into the pail along with her tears. Dream‑Harry checked her P‑hole, it was soaking wet. "Nod your head if you agree to cooperate." She did not. After adding the additional 100 grams to her nipple clamps he retrieved two more clover clamps from the wall along with two‑hundred gram weights. Coming around behind her he hung them on her pussy lips. She was in excruciating pain now and was sobbing heavily. Dream‑Harry gave her a minute to reconsider. Finally she nodded her head.
"Good girl." Without another word dream‑Harry unbuttoned his leather pants, pulled out a very swollen cock, and stuffed it into her M‑fuckhole. He began fucking her mouth with out mercy, eliciting gags and copious drool. He was very aroused and it did not take him more than twenty thrusts before he filled her mouth with spunk. He held himself there for another couple of minutes while his cock softened and then pulled out. Struggling to fill her lungs with air, drool and cum streamed from her mouth into the pail. Your Lord and Master is going to reward you, but do not mistake my generosity for lenience." Dream‑Harry removed the clover clamps from her pussy lips, then he removed the ring gag. For a few minutes she coughed and spit. After that she fell silent, taking deep breaths while trying to recover from the assault.
"Did you enjoy that, slave?"
"No." she retorted.
Removing the riding crop from his hip, dream‑Harry stood behind her and snapped the crop up sharply, striking her square on her P‑fuckhole. Every muscle in her body stiffened and she cried out sharply. "The correct answer would be either 'Yes, my Lord' or 'Yes, Master.' Now say it properly"
She remained silent. He struck again. Five or six strikes later she offered, "Yes, my Lord."
"You mistake my generosity for leniency. Shall I reapply the clamps to the lips of your P‑fuckhole?"
"No." He struck her again with the crop. "No, my Lord."
"Do not expect too much more generosity from me. I am running out of patience. You shall learn your place and willingly comply. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Well, we're making progress. You've earned another reward." Reaching down he carefully removed the clover clamps from her now numb nipples. As the blood began to flow back into the distended nubs she was flooded with a combination of pain and pleasure, combining to intensify the domination of her senses. She began to moan with primitive lust. Dream‑Harry crouched beneath and began to suck on those aching nubs. She moaned louder. By now the dream‑Daphne had been aroused to a state of ravenous sexual hunger. However, the Ice Queen was not about to admit it to a Gryffindor, especially one spawned by a mudblood bitch.
Standing up, dream‑Harry began to finger her C‑fuckhole. "Beg," he commanded. She remained silent. "I said beg, slave. Beg me to fuck your slutty little C‑fuckhole." She remained silent. "Say, please my Lord and Master, put your magnificent cock into my slutty cunt and fuck it raw." She remained silent. Stepping back he removed the whip from his hip. He lashed the whip onto the floor, cracking it loudly to increase her fear before he struck. Then he laid one on the perfect skin of her back, depositing an ugly red welt that ran from high on her right should blade then angled down to the center of her back over her spine. She absolutely howled in pain. Tears flowed into the pail.
Stepping to the other side of her he cracked the whip several more times, each time making her jump. Finally, he lashed her and laid down another angry red welt that went from high on her left shoulder blade and angled down to merge with the existing welt ending on her spine. "Say it, slut. Beg." She sobbed and continued to wail but said nothing. The next lash proceeded from the center of her back angling down to her left hip. If possible the howl was louder than before. But she remained uncommunicative. Her entire body was trembling and a cold sweat had broken out everywhere. Her head hung, unable to support itself. Stepping to her other side he matched the previous lash to lay a welt from the center of her back down to her right hip. Now dream‑Harry paused to give her time to find her voice while he admired the X‑pattern of swelling welts on her perfect skin.
Finally, she spoke. "Please my Lord and Master, put your magnificent cock into my slutty cunt and fuck it raw."
Coiling the whip and putting it back onto his hip he proceeded to the wall and removed two items. One was a bottle of lubricant and the other he brought over to show her. It was an eight‑inch long rod that looked like a string of shell‑on peanuts lined up in a row and covered in a flesh‑colored rubber. It was a line of bumps as thick as his thumb. There was a loop at one end that looked a little like a noose. "Kiss it." She kissed it. He threaded his fat dick through the loop and then lubed it up. It was longer than his dick by about two‑inches. Bending down he adjusted her total height with the center crank then positioned himself behind her. What a magnificent ass, bright red with perfectly inlaid creamy white impressions of cocks and balls.
Dream‑Harry generously lubed her A‑fuckhole then aligned the anal stimulator with her puckered back door. He pushed in and after some resistance and a loud howl from dream‑Daphne, it bumped its way in the two inches until his cock was at the wet and ready C‑fuckhole. He pushed in hard and deep in one thrust. Again, she screamed as the anal stimulator ripped through her virgin ass and dream‑Harry's thick cock stretched her virgin pussy. But her precious cunt was so soaking wet he had met no resistance beyond shredding through her hymen. Then he began to thrust, seeking his own pleasure. The bumpy anal stimulator rippled in and out of its hole while his cock attacked its hole. He had deposited a load not long ago into her M‑fuckhole so he was going to be able to endure with inhuman stamina now. Pumping away forcefully, raking his fingernails over the welts on her back, slapping her sore bottom, she cried and wailed and screamed for the next five minutes. But dream‑Harry could feel the waves of contractions overtaking her cunt and felt her cum soaking his cock. She was having the ride of her life, an orgy of pain and pleasure so intense she lost any shame in her surrender to his sexual power. When he finally shot his cum deep inside her cunt she wailed for such a long time that he wondered how she had enough air in her lungs to continue. Finally, he withdrew, his cock covered in cum and blood. Dream‑harry fed his cock into her mouth and made her suck it and lick it clean of blood and cum.
Harry was now lifted out of the scene and straightened up out of the Pensieve. He was flushed and hot and imagined that his cock had never been so hard in all his life. Carefully removing the silver wisps from the Pensieve he fed them off the end of his wand back into the vial, put the vial into the storage cabinet above the Pensieve, locked it with a charm, slid the Pensieve shelf back into the cabinet, and stumbled out of the library. His only thought was that he needed to fuck something.
It was then that he heard the girls in the next room, Hannah's new bedroom. They were on the bed, naked, and making out. The moment he entered they recognized that he was in distress. He was flushed and in a sweat. They had never seen so large a bulge in his pants before. They pranced over to him and, in a coordinated effort, removed his clothes, and laid him on the bed. Cho mounted his engorged cock. Hannah hovered over his mouth and he ate her as though he was a starving man. Cho came several times before he arched his back, lifting her so she was impaled even more deeply and pumped cum into her as though he were on one of Hannah's spunk augmenting potions.
He fell silent and still. The girls snuggled on both sides of him but he was fast asleep already.
Now Daphne's recurring dream played back in his head while he slept.
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