Author's Note: Merry Christmas everyone! And what a Christmas it is. This is the year that I finally get to hit that momentous button on this story and switch it from 'In Progress' to 'Completed'. Something which is genuinely quite something given the graveyard of stories that populates this site. After this upload It will be the end of this story. There will be no more updates. It will be a final completed package.

If somehow you missed the details at the end of the last chapter of this story, the sequel to this story will be debuting on the 20th of January. It is called 'Sensations of Shemales: The Abstinence Curse'. If you want an alert when it is uploaded, make sure you are following my profile. If not, check by on the 20th for the continuation of this smutty saga.

But onto Christmas, because we have a wealth of delicious situations in this chapter. And seeing how Christmas is such a magical time, I thought It fit to delve deep into the minds of some of our favourite characters and discover what their most intimate fantasy is. The fantasies that even they don't want to admit to. The ones so buried in their psyches that if you revealed that this was their ultimate fantasy, they'd think you were insane and call you a liar. Essentially, It's my excuse to completely abandon the realms of logic and come up with some incredibly perverse and naughty situations. Kinda like the Bellatrix one-shot last year, but not as… hardcore.

There will be some incest, some gay stuff… well, I think you can call it gay stuff… It's… It's trap? It's… It's weird and kinky, but I thought it would be fun. Anyways, even if that stuff isn't for you, this chapter is still 20,000 words long so there is plenty of other stuff for you to enjoy! So, buckle up and allow our beloved Aphrodomina to take us on a journey into the minds of some of our favourite characters.

One-Shot: Christmas Dreams

If you were asked what your naughtiest and most perverse fantasy is, what would you say? A threesome with two dream partners? Something you wouldn't like anyone to know? Ask someone what their biggest fantasy is, and they will give you the same answer as everyone else: a lie. True fantasies are locked deep within the hearts of people, conjured up by things that people wouldn't even acknowledge given half a chance. What defines our ultimate fantasy is beyond our control. We might dream of endless women lavishing us in any way we deem fit, but our psyches tell a different story. And it is that story which we explore today. The world of magic, the world of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Such a magical environment is sure to spawn some truly magical fantasies. Which students, or teachers for that matter, hold the deepest and most repressed desires? Who amongst the student body dreams in the unconscious moments of their slumber, things that would cause them to shiver in waking daylight, but if they were presented with such experiences in real life, would tentatively embrace them as their subconscious wishes? Whose depravity will only ever muster itself in their unwitting and slumbering dreams? I know who. It is amongst my many powers to see such things, cast in visible perfection for only I to relish. Yet today… Today, I feel generous. Today, I shall allow you to partake and bare witness as well. For Christmas is a time for sharing. And what better to share than the bygone fantasies of the supressed psyche.

Headmistress Aphrodomina

RONALD WEASLEY

A boy aroused by thoughts of domination. Hard, rough sex. The pounding, resonant smacking of flesh into his clutching holes. Yet… where did such preferences come from? What spawned such voracious sexual tendencies? In a delightfully Freudian way, allow me to show you…

"Ronald Weasley!" a shrill and demanding voice screamed from down the stairs, setting Ron's heart racing. Sitting bolt upright in his bed, he steadied his breathing as he heard the stairs creaking below, one by one. Every moment seemed to last forever, yet he heard the steps growing nearer and nearer. The winding tower of the Weasley's home wasn't large enough to offer any escape, not that Ron was particularly concerned with such a prospect. Eventually, he heard the floorboards on the landing beginning to creak, the steps halting just outside his door. With his heart pounding out of his chest, he watched the door-handle slowly turning, the door inching open until it simply flew open, revealing the Rubenesque figure in the hallway.

He recognised the form instantly, even if it was shrouded somewhat in shadows. The round and full form; plump and juicy in all the right places, the wild and bushy hair, and the… the silhouetted form of the thickest and hardest of cocks. Stepping forwards, the figured revealed itself in its entirety, to which Ron stammered with a weak and quivering voice as he stared down the fearsome glare of an all too familiar person, "Mmmm… Mum?"

"You've been a very bad boy…" Mrs Weasley said with a smirk. It wasn't a playful smirk, nor a spiteful one. In fact, Ron couldn't quite discern the meaning behind it, but as she stepped into the light and revealed her naked form, he knew what his punishment was to be. Truth be told, he didn't find his mother attractive in the open light, but he couldn't help but find himself hardening at the sight of her rigid cock and exposed flesh. As his eyes traced the round bulging plumpness of her breasts, the mounds gently bouncing with each step, capped off with large puffy nipples, he gulped. Her stomach was a little rounded and protruded somewhat, curving downwards to a crotch of wild unshaven hair, from which her thick and throbbing cock bulged. Ron had no idea how large his mother's cock truly was, but in his fantasy it was obscene. Standing proudly at fourteen inches, the flopped down her thigh even when fully erect and hard. The weight and thickness were beyond belief and yet that excited him more than anything. As his eyes ran up and down his mother's naked body, he found the sight encouraging his cock even further. It wasn't what he was seeing, but rather underlying perversity of seeing his mother naked. Her body could have been wildly different, and the sentiment would be all the same. It was seeing his kempt and sincere mother exposed entirely, every inch of her body being exposed that brought a tingle of excitement to Ron's body. And as she turned and pushed the door closed, flaunting her round juicy arse, jiggling with each step, her cock framed perfectly between her thighs even from behind, Ron knew what he was in for, "Bend over mommy's knee…"

Rolling off of the bed, Ron's body was exposed to the cool chill of the open air. Never usually sleeping naked, Ron found himself completely without any form of clothing, his rock hard cock proudly standing at attention as his mother crossed the room and slid onto the bed, gently patting her crotch to imply where Ron should prostrate himself. Doing just that, Ron stretched himself over her lap, feeling his bare stomach resting against his mother's open skin, their two naked bodies pressed together. The idea was so titillating for Ron, with his cock slipping between his mother's thighs, grinding up against her own thick cock, his engorged tip leaking several beads of pre-cum along her shaft as he presented his round little bubble-butt. Trying not to reveal his enthusiasm for the position, Ron let out a meek whimpering moan as his mother ran her hand across his bum, lightly fondling his soft bouncy flesh, peeling his cheeks apart gently and ogling his puckered asshole, all before letting them bounce back into place. Having his mother ogling his naked body and fondling it did strange wonders to Ron, his cock continuing to throb between her thighs, their cocks pulsating together. Keeping his eyes forwards as to not accrue the further wrath of his mother, all of which came from an ill-defined and non-descript misdeed that neither he or his figment mother had contemplated. And then, the first biting slap shuddered through his body.

"Don't even think about enjoying this Ronald. I'm going to make sure your punishment is long… hard… and so impactful it will remain with you for the rest of your life," Mrs Weasley enunciated, all before bringing her hand down suddenly and sharply onto Ron's rounded arse. The subsequent sound that rung throughout the entire house lingered in Ron's ears; the delectable sound of flesh hitting flesh, his ass bouncing under the suddenness of the strike. Letting out a gasp as he jolted forwards, his cock grinding against his mother's soft skin, his lips parted In expression of pain and pleasure. And then the slow burning of his skin began, tingling through his ass. His skin began to flare up, his ass cheek turning a rosy red as Mrs Weasley pulled her hand back, letting the cold air of the room rush across his bright burning skin, sending shivers of tender painful pleasure through his body. Whilst he believed every word of his mother's threat, he couldn't deny the satisfaction that flooded his body from that first almighty slap. The pre-cum leaking from his cock betrayed his arousal as his mother's hand reared back for a second strike. He barely had time to prepare himself as the hand came crashing against his other ass cheek, his body shifting forwards yet again, a grunt escaping his bereft lips this time, Ron simply unable to shake the quivering pleasure the thrummed within the head of his engorged, swollen cock. Whilst he didn't acknowledge it then and there, he could feel his mother's arousal in tandem with his own. Every shuddering spank she issued him, her cock throbbed in unison with her son's, their two shafts vibrating and pulsating in time with one another, their pre-cum gleaming atop their shafts.

The first few spanks were always the most exciting and thrilling, but it was in the continued treatment that the true deliciousness could be found. As soon as his ass began to glow a bright red, the skin sufficiently tenderised, the spanks became more biting, his skin made sensitive due to continued powerful strikes. Suddenly, he was no longer groaning, but openly and gasping, bordering upon squealing, as the pain shuddered through his skin. His mother's hand would occasionally rub back and forth across his stinging skin, giving him a moment of reprieve from the pain as her tender touch massaged his burning flesh. However, such momentary relief was short-lived because as swiftly as it came, it was gone, all with yet another spank. Mrs Weasley revealed her experience with each spank, knowing just how to torment her youngest boy. She knew just how to make the boy squeal. Having begun by alternating each spank, bringing the flat paddle that was her hand down on each of his cheeks in turn, she slowly began mixing things up. Repeatedly spanking one ass cheek until it burned a deeper and darker red than the other, she would peak the pain, only to suddenly swap to the other, sending conflicting sensations shuddering through Ron's flesh. A part of him was relieved that the constant increase in pain that came from her striking the same place again and again until it was rendered raw, a part of him missed the sublime pleasure of relief that came from his other ass cheek going untouched. Mrs Weasley would continue this pattern, always bringing him to that debate within his mind and never quite letting him rest, each spank perpetuating the blissfully painful limbo of never quite being comfortable with the treatment of either cheek. A part of Mrs Weasley, and by extension, Ron wished that there were other objects around that could be crashed into his round arse, yet no such objects remained in reach. And besides, Ron's ass was on the verge of blistering and bruising from the treatment that his mother had bestowed. Whilst Mrs Weasley was content to leave his ass burning as a bright red beacon, she wasn't convinced the sentiment of this being a 'punishment' had been adequately spanked into him; a thought that was confirmed by a moan of pleasure that came from his plump lips.

"This is a punishment young man. Perhaps I didn't make that clear. Fine then. I'll show you what happens to those who enjoy being spanked," Mrs Weasley snapped, reprimanding Ron as she grabbed his hips and manhandled him off her lap. As quickly as he had been laid across her legs, he was bent over the side of his bed, his head being roughly forced into the sheets, his meek grunts of defiance being muffled as his mum slipped down behind him. One hand grabbed the back of Ron's head, pushing his face downwards to keep him silent, whilst the other lifted her bulbous cock-head towards the boy's wriggling ass. Despite his best efforts to escape the encroaching, gloriously thick cock, his mother was too experienced for him to escape, with her engorged head nestling itself between his ass cheeks, pressed firmly against his entrance. Finally getting the reaction that she had wanted from the boy in the first place, Mrs Weasley began to apply a small amount of pressure to his asshole, the older woman immensely surprised with how easily his hole gave away, engulfing the pulsating head of her cock. Gasping into the sheets, his breath stolen away from him, Ron felt the largest and most magnificent cock he had encounter ease into his asshole, steadily inching forwards, all under the steady grunts and groans of his mother. Keeping his head pinned against the bed, she fed her cock into his arse, absolutely adoring just how capable her youngest boy was. Every inch seemed to stretch his hole massively, yet he never seemed to fight back, with has ass perfectly shaping itself to fit her cock. Moaning loudly, she threw back her hair, managing to sheathe a third of her cock into his immensely tight ass. With her hand wrapped around his hair, she tugged his head back, eliciting a grunt from him as she leant over his body, holding back on the rest of her cock, "You seem to be enjoying this as well you little fuck-slut… Fine… Beg for it. Beg your big-dicked mommy to fuck your arse with her cock… Go on. Beg!"

"Please mommy… please fuck me… oh, please mommy… please," Ron whimpered, causing a grin to stretch across Mrs Weasley's face as she threw his head back into the sheets, planting her hands on her son's rounded hips. Thrusting forwards, she watched inch after inch get enveloped by his ass, her cock sinking deeper and deeper inside. Marvelling at how easily her boy could take such a massive cock, she quickly lost the initial impetus for her 'punishment' amidst the pleasurable quivering of her new boy toy's ass. Licking her lips, she eased past the half-way mark, starting to feel a little resistance from her son as she got further inside. However, she was so deep into his ass that there was nothing he could to do stop her, further proven by Ron burying his face in the sheets of his own accord, trying to muffle the grunts and groans that were elicited from his stretched, gaping ass. With a third of her cock remaining outside of his ass, Mrs Weasley, bit her lower lip. Firmly grasping his hips, she, with one almighty forward thrust, suddenly and swiftly lodged every last remaining inch of her cock inside of Ron. His head reared back as his eyes widened, his butt being fully filled with over a foot of thick cock. No sound passed his lips as he forced himself to keep breathing, his body shuddering and convulsing with pleasure and pain, his ass sent through new realms of orgasmic bliss. His toes curled, his prostate throbbed as it was crushed, and his cock -pinned against the bed- spurted forth the first of what would undoubtedly be many, many orgasms.

With her cock submerged in her son's tight ass, her balls colliding with his softened cock and battering it with a healthy smack in the process, Mrs Weasley adjusted her position so that she could give her son a proper arse-fucking. Given that her cock was such a monstrous size, she couldn't fuck him with every single inch, the woman only able to pull out three-quarters of her cock before she would have to begin shuffling backwards on her knees. As a result, she made do, drawing her hips back until she could do so no longer, before hammering her hips back forwards and relishing the resonating sounds of sexual bliss the followed. The rhythmic slap of her crotch against his arse, the heavy sound of her balls colliding with his, the grunts of blissful enjoyment that came from Ron's lips; all of them served to spur her onwards into swifter and harder thrusts, the older woman wanting nothing more than to put her boy through his paces and see just how much he could take before he broke. If he broke. Hammering forwards, again and again, she let her hands roam across his body, fondling his juicy arse cheeks, running along his back and resting on his shoulders, using the position to haul him back onto her thrusts and create an even deeper, even more powerful thrust. Eventually, she dropped a hand back to his ass, fondling and squeezing his cheeks as her other hand grabbed his hair, tugging on it as she drove her hips forwards, pained grunts of pleasure coming from Ron as his prostate once again began to buzz and thrum with pleasure, a second orgasm spilling across his stomach and bed sheets.

"Take mommy's cock like a good little boy… There… that's it. There we go… Right up to the hilt. Moan… Moan like the little toy you are. You're mommy's toy, aren't you… mommy's fuck-toy," Mrs Weasley moaned as she thrust forwards, her murmurings just loud enough for Ron to hear. Hearing those words in his mother's voice was as exciting as they were disgusting. Yet in his heightened sexual state, they were almost completely exciting. The idea of being anyone's fuck-slut was kinky to say the least, let alone his mother's. And soon enough, any concerns or worries he had regarding the questionable nature of such statements, was quickly fucked out of him by Mrs Weasley's thick cock. Her balls churned with each thrust of her cock, her orgasm being coaxed out by her son's complete submission and the ever clutching nature of his tight little ass. She could have happily fucked him all night, pounding away at him until she had had her fill, but she had other things to do, and her libido ultimately betrayed her. The kinky arousal of fucking her own son did wonders to speed along her orgasm, with each resonant collision of their bodies together, caused her to inch ever close to that sumptuous, blissful end. Unaware that her son had cum three times, now bordering on a fourth, she thought only of herself as she slammed her hips forwards and unloaded a pent-up orgasm deep into her youngest son's arse.

Even if she had tried to pull out, she would never have been able to get every inch out of his clutching, convulsing hole before she had unloaded herself. And so, Mrs Weasley simply kept her cock submerged, buried as deep as possible whilst she sprayed her copious amounts of cum into Ron's ass. The feeling of cum being splashed across the deepest parts of his ass, deeper than anyone's orgasm had ever stretched, cause Ron to leak what little cum he himself had left to offer, out onto the sheets beneath him. Moaning as she milked her cock dry with her son's ass, Mrs Weasley almost begrudgingly drew her hips backwards, easing every last inch of her cock out his tight hole. Finally, her softened cock-head slipped out of Ron's ass with a pop, leaving his ass agape and leaking with cum. Proud of her handiwork, she brought her hands firmly down onto his ass cheeks, her ass still glowing a deep blistering red. With a grin, she rose to her feet and made her way towards the door, admiring the state that she had left Ron In. The dumb grin plastered on his face was the reason she didn't give even the slightest concern to his lack of movement. His heavy breathing a cum splattered body was proof enough that his punishment hadn't been nearly severe enough to have the desired reaction. Not that it mattered. Mrs Weasley would simply find some other way to make her son learn his lesson. She'd simply have to see how many hours of rigorous fucking would elicit her desired reaction. Unbeknownst to her, it would take more time that Mrs Weasley's stamina could enforce to break Ron that way.

Hard to believe that this is his fantasy and not one belonging to Molly Weasley. However, finding a man with not only the desire to be fucked in the ass, but the willpower to do so without the shame of such a stigmatised act, is truly special. It is safe to say that the lingering supressed fantasies of Ronald Weasley have shaped his sexual desires in such a way as to accrue a healthy amount of attention for his sexual preferences: from women and men, I should think.

PANSY PARKINSON

Miss Parkinson is nothing if not committed, and whilst her waking thoughts linger on her dearly beloved and of vengeance for those who have wronged her, even she does not know how far that hatred goes. After all, sexually derived hate is a well that even I dare not peer into…

Flexing the length of her sharp metal tipped horse-whip, Pansy wound her way down the curve of the staircase, relishing the liberty attained in her supple, seductive nudity. As she neared the heavy iron door to the basement, she ground to a halt, her gaze caught by a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror. Unable to deny herself a long and length look at herself, she turned and fully ogled her majestic form, running her tongue along her lips as she did so, adoring the veritable beauty that she was. She wore nothing at all as was her usual prerogative when dealing with the delicate slaves she kept, yet her body was quite a marvel. Her breasts, no longer small and barely noticeable, bulged to a massive round handfuls, lightly sagging slightly under their weight, yet holding the perfect spring and bounce to them, each of them capped with the tiniest of pink nipples. Her thin waist no longer led into a flat cheeked ass, but instead rolled into a gloriously juicy ass, once again displaying the ultimate immaculate form befitting a woman of her standing. Lightly teasing her ass, she let her cheeks bounce lightly as she admired every possible angle she could before giving her cock a good long look. The only article of clothing she wore, if you could call it clothing, was an all too familiar silver ring fastened around the base of her cock, enchanting it to its rightful fourteen inches, thick and lumbering between her juicy thighs. She was the epitome of beauty; the definition of gorgeous; and the standard by which all women should be judged in terms of sheer allure. At least, in her somewhat deluded mind. Turning, she effortlessly opened the metal door to her basement, igniting the several torches that ran along the walls with nothing more than a motion of her wrist. As she descended, brought into view were her most prized of possessions. The filthy fuck-rags that had the audacity to challenge her and her almighty beauty: Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Naturally, the three of them were contorted, bound and prostrated in manners befitting their status with her home. There was Ginny Weasley, the redheaded harlot, the defiant little princess who thought her pale creamy skin and fiery red hair made her a fitting rival in terms of looks. The way she swaggered her hips around school, dropping to her knees to fuck and suck anyone who gave her so much as a compliment, all whilst being regarded as a relative sweetheart by those who simply liked her for the curve of her ass. As such, she was slung in a sex-swing, her hands bound behind her back, a metal collar linked with a solid metal pipe ensuring that her head was forced backwards, her throat running parallel with the floor, allowing for easy access should Pansy decide that she would besmirch her own majestic cock with the filth of the whore's throat. Of course, she couldn't do that at the moment, as the magically enchanted cock she had left thrusting wildly in and out of her throat was constantly pounding into her gullet, saliva streaking down across her face, covering her eyes in a sticky haze of her own creation, her throat bulging and swelling to accommodate the cock, which was obscenely large even in comparison to Pansy's perfect length. Similarly, her ass was stretched with two cocks of equal length, something which required extensive efforts on the part of Pansy. She had spent the best part of an evening, wrestling the screaming redhead's ass, driving those two cocks into her clutching hole. And once they were in there, they began to fuck her mercilessly, hammering and pounding and thrusting away into her whorish arse, showing her just how much of a filthy fucking animal she truly was. All of this was without mentioning the best part. Her once thick and throbbing cock, through a few choice spells and elixirs had now shrunk to a tiny shrivelled excuse of a shaft, barely able to get hard and certainly more befitting of a harlot who was only born to take cocks into her worthless holes.

Secondly, Luna Lovegood, the school freak and perhaps the toughest of nuts to crack when it came to punishment for her misdeeds. After all, Pansy had tried and failed to humiliate her, to degrade her, to brutalise her, and yet the ditzy little slut moaned and begged for more. So, she got it. She was forced onto all fours, her hands and feet clamped to the floor with manacles. A metal hook had been slipped into her asshole, with a long rope pulling along her body and past her head, attached to a metal crank at the opposite end of the room; pulled taut of course. The girl's breasts had had their pretty pink little nipples clamped and fastened, a chain strung between the two teats, upon which were hung various metal weights, pulling and stretching the little kinky slut's breasts until it hurt. Her throat was permanently filled with a thick cock, running right along her pretty little neck. The leather base of the cock acted as a mask of sorts, tied around the back of her head ensuring that she couldn't cough and splutter it out. Instead of pounding away like Ginny's dildo, this one simply vibrated, shuddering and thrumming against her throat, causing her to gag wildly as it tickled and irritated every inch of the whore's gullet. Unlike Ginny, Luna's cock remained nice and long. And in Pansy's infinite mercy, it was sheathed inside a muggle toy. A flesh-light. Now, Pansy found such tools of muggle creation to be initially abhorrent, yet, slowly she came around. That flesh-light had been sliding back and forth across Luna's cock for the best part of a week, with each orgasm that followed the last becoming more and more of a draining bliss, the painful pleasure of being milked like a cow waning on the blonde. Luna was also Pansy's chosen receptacle for whipping and flogging, with her cute little ass just being ideal for spanks and strikes. Though, even Pansy had to admit she often went too far. Her pale flesh now had a permanent rosy tint, even after being relieved of spanking treatment for several days now. Then again, Pansy's sympathy for the Ravenclaw was exceptionally limited. She didn't even know if Luna enjoyed this or not. As soon as that cock entered her throat, she left it there, with only the blonde's expression to judge. And by that measure, Pansy had surely broken her.

Finally… the little miss perfect. The do-gooder. The one that frustrated Pansy the most. Hermione Granger. For days Pansy thought of what delightful contraption she could construct to torment the muggle-born scum. What despicably perverse set-up she could force that mudblood whore into to make her truly squeal. And yet… Nothing she came up with was satisfying enough. And then it dawned on her. What would get under Hermione Granger's skin the most? Being forced to simply watch… So, Pansy did just that. Bound in place, Hermione Granger had sat for a week, watching helplessly as her friends were whipped and fucked and sexually used, only ever being involved when Pansy needed someone to fuck without undoing the many things, she had already set-up. Well, it wasn't strictly true. After the first couple days, Pansy realised that she could make Hermione watch and get some use out of her. And so, she was laid out on a table, her ass forced through a hole in the wall, allowing the many Death Eater's that frequented Pansy's residence to get some good use out of the only assets of worth that Hermione had left. Used as a worthless collection of fuck-holes for the people she despised the most whilst watching her best-friend's get tormented, unable to help or do anything to intervene. Perhaps it was cruel, perhaps it simply wasn't enough. Pansy didn't quite mind. She had, after all, only had them for a week. And there were plenty of cruel contraptions she could construct and conceive of in the many, many, many years to come. No doubt, Hermione Granger would be put through the ringer just as much as her friends, but first… first came the spirit. Break the spirit first, then the body. Or when it came to Ginny and Luna, body first… Or body and spirit. In the end, it didn't quite matter Pansy thought. It was simply too much fun. And she didn't want to ruin it by overthinking the philosophy behind it. As she admired her handiwork, her cock began to hard, the heavy, thick shaft not even rising as blood thrummed through the length, surging from base to tip and bringing her flesh to a rigid flop. She did indeed adore this trinket and its power. And using it on those who took it and hid it from her? It was nothing short of poetic justice.

"Wake up!" Pansy shouted out, bringing down her whip on each of Ginny's spread thighs, watching the redhead jolt awake, the muffled grunts of her throat being fucked sounding throughout the room. Walking over to the winch, Pansy cranked it a notch and watched the rope get pulled slightly forwards, the hook stretching out Luna's ass even more, a muffled and shuddering moan emanating from her stuffed throat. Grinning, Pansy then went over to Hermione, grabbing the brunette by the back of her head and lifting it up, shaking her until she awoke, "We can't have you falling asleep Ms. Granger! Not when we have such a delightful show for you to watch. Look! Are you really going to let poor Ginny's ass get stretched and gaped for nothing. Because, well… If you're not watching, it's like it isn't really happening. Well, that's not strictly true, but I need you awake for my morning blowjob. Open wide… There's a good worthless mudblood…"

Begrudgingly, yet with a wearied duty, Hermione parted her lips and stretched her jaw nice and wide, allowing Pansy to guide the head of her cock inside the girl's mouth, pulling her lips apart even wider as she thrust forwards. It took little more than a sudden thrust forwards to have the head of her fat and juicy cock pressed against the back of Hermione's throat. Like the good whore she was, she swallowed, giving Pansy access to her depths. The last time that Hermione refused to do so, Pansy didn't hurt her, but made a big show off continuously adding weights to the chain that stretched Luna's breasts, doing so until it seemed as though they would rip off and until Hermione begged her to fuck her throat, which she happily obliged herself to do. So, it took very little convincing now to have Hermione hungrily beckoning the woman's cock deeper into her throat, with Pansy grabbing Hermione's head and jamming each inch into her pretty little throat, adoring the meek sounds of defiance protest she let shudder through her cock whenever an uncomfortable amount of her cock slipped inside. It took very little effort at all for Pansy to have her crotch pressed tightly against the girl's lips, her balls smacking against her chin as she let her cock settle and sit within Hermione's throat. Breathing steadily, Pansy threw her head back, absolutely adoring the series of events that led to her having such wonderous delights to wake up in the morning to. Glancing over her shoulder, she found the mere sight of Ginny and Luna in such creative positions to nothing if not arousing and simply inspiring. Her mind bounced from idea to idea, possibility to possibility. She could break them and train them to be dutiful little fuck sluts. Or she could do that to one of them and force them into torturing the others. The mind boggled at the infinite opportunity and sublime expanse of her own imagination. To the extent that it was only curtail by a sudden forced groan vibrating through her cock.

"Oh… I think that must be the morning patrol of Death Eater's coming in for the morning snack. I never thought I'd get to hear, no… no, feel you so excited to have them inside your worthless ass. Don't tell me you're getting a taste for this? No, no, no… We can't have you enjoying yourself, now can we? Ms. Weasley, Ms. Lovegood. Would you mind helping me remind Ms. Granger of her current status and what happens to those that try to enjoy themselves?" Pansy taunted, keeping one hand threaded through Hermione's hair and beginning to slowly thrust her hips back and forth. Her cock wasn't lodged in Hermione's throat to punish the brunette. No. This was purely for her own pleasure. For that reason, she didn't need to brutalise her with wild and untamed thrusts. Slowly was best for her. More pleasurable for Pansy and her beautiful cock. Moaning softly, Pansy built a light and loving thrust, one more intimate and delicate that Hermione had ever seen with her. It was passionate if anything, as if she was making love to Hermione's throat, lightly and sumptuously stroking her cock in and out of her lips, amidst flurries of intense moans. Hermione hated it. She wished that the bitch would simply do what she was doing to the other two, to her. She hated being singled out and used in such a demeaning way. It was agony to watch her friends go through such torment. Yet, that was the point. It was to get under her skin. Watching them grunt and gag each and every hour of the day, their bodies being used in such perverse ways… it broke Hermione's heart. And there was nothing she could do with iron manacles and tightly wound chains holding her in place. Useless. She deserved to be used like this. Reduced to a collection of holes because in this position… in this place… It was the only good thing that she could do.

The other hand that Pansy wasn't using, lifted itself into the air and made a single sweeping motion. Following the pattern, Hermione's eyes widened. The wall through which her ass was positioned also supported a wealth of whips and paddles and other flogging materials. In one movement of her wrist, Pansy conjured every single one of them, sending effortlessly through the air, dozens and dozens of spanking implements. Unable to see past Pansy's crotch and only able to glimpse past her body whenever the woman drew her hips backwards, Hermione didn't have to see it to know what was happening. One by one, in a swift and consecutive swoop, the paddles and whips cracked down against her friend's bodies, smacking and biting into their flesh. There was barely a moment of silence between each strike, the next one following on immediately after, slicing into their flesh and eliciting muffled grunts of pain from each of the supple young women. Wincing with each weighty slap, Hermione knew the agony that those tools could inflict when used tactically, yet Pansy was doing so with such brazen audacity that she didn't afford the girls any chance to recuperate between strikes, with their flesh running hot and burning red. As soon as one paddle set their cheeks jiggling, a whip would blister past and slice across their skin, followed by a paddle, and so on and so forth; strike after strike; muffled yelp after muffled yelp. And what good was Hermione, laying there with a cock shoved in her ass and throat. On the verge of tears given the fact that she had been the reason why Pansy had started doing this, Hermione stifled any further sounds, noting just how far Pansy's depraved mind went when she let out a grunt of acknowledgement from a single inch of man or woman's cock entering her ass. The symphony of sounds filled the air and Hermione did her best to simply blot them out, keeping her eyes focused on the sawing rhythm of Pansy's thrusting hips. As torturous and painful a sight -a reminder of her failure- as it was.

Meanwhile, Pansy simply kept moving her wrist in that hypnotic movement, hearing each beautiful crack of flesh being struck and letting a smile wind further across her lips. Continuing to pound Hermione's throat with a slow and leisurely pace, the Slytherin didn't even bother to look behind her to relish in the delights of her toys putting in work, knowing full well that because of Hermione's impudence, the rhythmic spanking would be a continuous chorus for the rest of the day and night: Pansy would have plenty of time to relish the sight when she was done using Hermione's throat as her own personal fuck-toy. It was moments such as this, with her heavenly cock enveloped in the tight warm embrace of a supple and glorious throat, bathing and basking in delectably slick haven of one of her worst enemies, all whilst the meek and muffled grunts of her other two enemies played in the background, orchestrated and divined from a simple flick of her wrist. It was these moments that made Pansy truly smile. That made those years of awkward lack of sexual appeal and humiliation at the hands of those now at her mercy, worth it. As her eyes rolled closed, she envisioned all those years of torment she suffered and found them all to be worth of a mocking laugh; for they had birthed a truly beautiful world in which she could live; filled with supple, red flesh; weak, pathetic grunts; and all manners of perversely brilliant contraptions for her to thrust those whorish cunts into. What a world indeed.

I did warn you that the seething desires that sit in the heart of Pansy Parkinson are limited only by lack of resources and time. Given both, she very well could bring her worst enemies to heel, bending them to her whim and breaking them against her sexual desires. I can only hope such a thing does not come to pass. Sex is beautiful and brilliant… Not a playground for deviants to torment amongst. Well, all of course, to a degree. A playful spank can be a beautiful thing. In measure.

LAVENDER BROWN

An unremarkable girl in truth, one who never did register amongst my personal favourites. That was until one fateful day this year, when a bygone crush became a veritable obsession. Desire begets even stronger desire, and I do believe the desire in question will end poorly. But such thoughts are not necessary today; for she is one of the few whose heart's desire is aware to them. The fantasies she dreams in the waking light are those that she wishes for most of all. And I do feel sorry should they ever come to pass…

Everyone's eyes were on her, watching her as she strutted down the halls, her long slender legs drawing the lecherous eyes of all the boys in the corridor as they followed their sumptuous length up to her round and gorgeous arse. Flattered, Lavender batted her eyelids at them flaunting herself as she strolled swiftly through the crowds of people, her shirt button by only a single button, one right in the centre. Her sizable bust threatened to burst that single button from its place as her tits almost spilled out from behind their confines, nothing but a delicately fashioned lace bra holding them back. Even that was but a simple pluck of her fingers away from pinging from her body. Her flat toned stomach, perfectly sculpted was on show, the girl happily flaunting as much of her creamy skin as possible. Her short skirt served more as a belt, with her entire arse proudly on display. She had seemingly hiked the rear portion of her skirt upwards slightly to make sure that her entire round, plumped ass was on display, only a tight-fitting black lace thong carving between her massive cheeks. Fortunately for those looking on, the front of her skirt was a lot more conservative, dropping enough to hide her hard cock from view. The tight thong barely did anything to hold her back, with her cock being carefully balanced behind the fabric; with one wrong move being enough to free it. Even though the skirt covered her cock and hid it from view, the bulge still pushed the front of the skirt up, making anyone who saw her completely aware that she was not only well-endowed, but incredibly virile as well. And make no mistake, everyone was looking.

As she walked, every single pair of eyes in the corridor followed her, grins and smiles flashing her way as everyone seemed to draw attention from every eager pair of eyes. Smiling curtly, she continued on, making no effort to reciprocate the attention. She had other business to perform. Rounding the corner, Lavender garnered more avid viewers and she quickly began to realise why, causing her beam from ear to ear. Not only were the eyes that were following revering in her looks and simple presence, but at the figure following along slightly behind her. Glancing over her shoulder she grinned excitedly. Following closely behind her was her love and constant admirer, Ron Weasley, whom walked proudly beside her completely naked, his cock rock-hard from the mere sight of her flaunting her round ass cheeks. No matter what they got up to, his cock was hard and ready to go, her beloved Won-Won, always ready to get intimate with her and show just how much he loved her. Whilst he was naked and following along after her, the most interesting aspect was that of the tight leather collar fitted around his neck, to which Lavender held the leash, grasping it tightly in her hand and refusing to loosen her hold on it. As she grinned at him, he lifted a hand to his lips and blew her a kiss, to which she readily caught it, giggling madly as she skipped down the hall, rewarding Ron with a view of her ass. The stares that people were given them were not abhorrence, but reverence. All the girls watching as the stunning, curly haired brunette strolled past wish that they were her, with such a delectable and devoted man such as Ron Weasley following along at every beck and whim; and every boy wished that they could have that leash fastened around their necks, tugged along behind to serve the austere are drop-dead gorgeous girl that was Lavender Brown.

"Won-Won… Be a dear and give me a blowjob. I just have a craving for one," Lavender asked sweetly, grinding to a halt and acknowledging the crowd that she had begun to gather. Biting her lip at the prospect of showing their love and affection in front of everyone, Lavender propped herself up against the wall, tugging Ron close and gesturing down to her cock.

"Of course, Lav. Anything for you…" Ron smiled happily, dropping instantly to his knees and sliding in front of him, as the crowd surrounding them murmured whispers to each other, watching in awe as Ron flipped up her skirt and grabbed the thong. Pulling it downwards, Lavender's thick and gorgeous cock sprung free, eliciting audible gasps from those watching, with one girl dropping to the ground in a flight of fainting. No one even batted any eye-lid as they were all too enthralled with what was going on in front of them, Lavender smiling as she jerked her cock back and forth, proudly making sure that everybody could see her magnificent length. Waiting dutifully, trained as he was, Ron didn't dare interrupt Lavender's display of her cock, knowing that she wanted everyone to ogle and fantasise, wishing that they were down on their knees whether they were a girl or boy. They all simply wanted to gorge themselves of the perfect example of thick and veiny cock. As soon as she was certain they had all had a good, long look, she turned towards Ron and let go of her cock.

"Go on Won-Won, show them how well you can suck my cock," Lavender beamed proudly, dropping her cock and allowing Ron to eagerly collect it in his hands, holding it as if it were the most important thing in his life, tenderly cradling it in his hands as he stroked his palms back and forth, moaning at the mere throbbing sensation of her thick meat in his hands.

"I'll make sure it's the best blowjob for my beloved girlfriend," Ron smiled, bringing her cock up to his face, kissing it in the head, his tongue curling across the bulbous tip, coating it in a thin layer of saliva as he savoured the delicious taste he had come to love and adore.

"I'm sure you will!" she giggled wildly, casting glances to the crowd that watched them, basking in their stares as Ron began to lavish her entire cock with kiss after kiss after kiss. Going from the head of her cock, Ron trailed down every inch of his gorgeous shaft, making sure that he provided her with as sloppy and slick a kiss as possible, leaving saliva along her entire cock and thin, almost unnoticeable markings of lipstick. Naturally, Lavender had dolled him up with subtle applications of make-up in order to ensure their perfect aesthetic was maintained. As he neared the base of her cock, he positioned himself beneath her shaft and let her cock slap against his face, the thick and heavy weight smacking against his nose as he buried his lips in the bulging sack, his tongue lapping and licking wildly at each of her balls. Pulling away, Ron quickly grabbed her cock before it could smack against her thighs, jerking her off with both his hands as he brought his lips to her engorged tip, smearing the saliva across her entire cock, his hands glistening and gleaming.

Finally, he brought his lips towards the head of her cock, clasped it in his mouth, abandoning his hands and angling his mouth perfectly. With one swift and immediate push, he swallowed every single inch of her cock, burying his nose in the shaven crotch of the most gorgeous woman he had ever had the pleasure of meeting, feeling her balls smacking against his chin as every throbbing inch pulsated and quivered inside of his throat. Ron loved the way her cock was fitted to his throat as If perfectly sculpted to be buried only in his throat. Every inch seemed to perfectly and seamlessly push against his gullet, stuffing it to the brim. He never gagged or spluttered when deepthroating her cock, with the only sounds being the grunts and moans that were muffled by her cock. There was simply no way that Ron couldn't moan when he was being throat-fucked by such a beautiful woman, having his throat plugged by the cock of his dreams. The way it bulged against his throat was simply sublime and he had no doubt that he looked the best he had ever looked whenever his mouth was stretched around the gorgeously thick base of Lavender Brown's cock. As he stared up at her, admiring her heavenly curves, Ron couldn't help but conclude that he was the luckiest man in the world. The murmured whispers around the crowd all shared that same sentiment. 'I wish I could gag on her cock.' 'I wish I had a boyfriend who slobbered all over my cock like that.' 'Why can't I have someone as perfect as Ron on his knees in front of me.' 'Why is Lavender Brown's life so much better than mine.'

Those whispers were more pleasurable to Lavender than the tight throat clasped around her cock. Closing her eyes she drank those furtive murmurings in, adoring the attention her perfect blowjob was getting. The moans shuddering through her cock simply revealed that Ron was as enthusiastic about this as she was. Frankly, sometimes she wondered if Ron wouldn't prefer simply living with her cock thrust down his throat. Almost reluctantly, Ron began to bounce his lips along her cock, making sure to drag them past every inch of her shaft, ending with a soft kiss on her tip before he dove back in for more. He was reluctant as every time he pulled back his throat was robbed of the perfect sensation of being stuffed with cock, yet he pushed on as he knew that it was all for the pleasure of Lavender. Bouncing his head along her cock, he made sure to constantly push into her crotch, making sure that he left a thin circle of lipstick around the base, yet another reason why Lavender forced it on him. Moaning loudly, Lavender gently began to guide his lips back and forth, lightly thrusting into his throat, occasionally causing him to splutter; something that drove more pleasure through her cock and thus made Ron all the happier. His cock poured pre-cum out onto the floor in front of him, his cock visibly shuddering with pleasure from simply sucking on her cock. And then, gasps echoed through the crowd as people watched Ron's cock spray an orgasm out onto the ground in front of him, the boy so aroused by sucking on Lavender's cock that he was brought to orgasm, with several long sticky strands spurting out onto the floor. The murmurings in the crowd were now louder and more excited, yet it was Lavender who squealed the loudest as she pulled her cock out of his throat and admired the cum on the floor and the fact that Ron had displayed such devotion to her. Pulling him onto his feet, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, all to the cheers of the surrounding crowds, "Oh my god! Won-won… That's so sweet. I love you so much. And you love me so much. Oh my god, we need to show more people how much we love each other. Come on! Quickly! More people need to see how perfect our relationship is!"

Grabbing Ron by the leash, she tugged him after her, the girl turning and sprinting down the corridor, her cock bouncing alongside her as she led not only her boy-toy, but the amassed crowd towards the ultimate showroom. Winding their way through the school, with neither Lavender or Ron losing their hard virility, the two of them eventually arrived at the Great Hall. The doors swung open as if anticipating their arrival, the sea of spectators that were inside having seemingly gathered awaiting their entrance. Applause erupted throughout the room as Lavender strutted along the central pathway, tugging Ron along behind her, proudly flaunting herself as she made her way to the teacher's table. Tying the leash of on one of the table legs, Lavender was helped up onto the teacher's table where she stood basking in the eager eyes of the entire school, her cock already exposed as she received more and more cheers. Everyone watched eagerly as she began to strip away what little clothing she had left, with more gasps and awed grins flashing across everyone's faces. Dropping the pathetic excuse of a skirt she was wearing to the side, she quickly plucked the strings of her thong, letting it drop to the ground with the rest of her clothing. Next, she playfully plucked at the button of her shirt, never quite letting it ping open, and always leaving the growing audience begging and cheering for more. Even Ron who had seen every inch of her glorious body was wanting her to expose herself in her entirely. Eventually, after enough toying, she did as everyone wanted, plucking that button loose and throwing the garment flying from her body. Next came her bra, which she seductively pulled away, freeing her plump and juicy breasts, again to the excited screams of the growing crowd which had expanded to include teachers. With slow and salacious movements, she began to play with her breasts, lightly teasing her perfect nipples as she gave the eager crowd a show. Turning around, she flaunted her round and perfectly. Turning around, she flaunted her round heart shaped ass, even going so far as to plant a hand on each of her cheeks, flashing a brief and quick view of her asshole; a hole that none of those lecherous deviants would ever get near. But it set them wild seeing her puckered hole and so she relished showing it all the same.

Finally, she unfastened the leash holding Ron in place and pulled him up onto the table to share in the spotlight. Pulling him into a deep and ravenous kiss, her tongue plunging itself down his throat as he melted into her embrace, Lavender swiftly pushed him away, forcing him down onto his hands and knees. Turning away from the crowd, she dropped down with him and spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing his asshole; primed and ready for her cock. Resting the head of her tip against his hole, she giggled madly as Ron pushed instinctually backwards, lodging her cock inside of him, planting his ass against her shaven crotch and letting out a groan of pleasure as he was filled to the brim with the ultimate definition of the perfect cock. Moans flooded from his lips as he began to bounce back and forth, pounding his ass mercilessly on her cock, fucking himself with her shaft until it began to hurt, all in an endless effort to bring the woman of his dreams to orgasm. Lavender simply knelt there, having her cock enveloped by the tightest, most perfectly fitted ass she could have ever found; an ass belonging to her perfect boyfriend who so readily hammered himself onto her cock in a desperate attempt to display his love for her. In that moment, she found herself so enthralled in him, the way he glanced over his shoulder to ensure that she was moaning, the way he used one of his hands to spread his ass cheeks apart and get her deeper inside himself, and the way he smiled at her with each push backwards. Consumed by the love she felt, Lavender tightened her grip on his and began to thrust forwards, driving herself harder and faster into his ass, knowing full well just how he liked it. And for that brief moment, she didn't care where they were and audience they amassed. She just cared that it was her cock lodged in his ass, binding the two of them together in orgasmic intensity.

Of-course, that feeling only lasted for a few minutes before the sounds of the enthralled audience grew louder and louder. People were already beginning to squeeze their crotches, lightly touching themselves through the fabric of their clothes, picturing themselves in Ron place being fucked from behind. Lavender adored the way they admired her and her sexual prowess, finally acknowledging the sexual brilliance that was her perverted deviant mind. She saw the Gryffindor crowd of Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Parvati; all of them looking on in awe as she thrust her cock forwards, harder and faster. No longer were they holding her Won-won back from loving and showing his sexual devotion to her with their misguided antics. No longer was that bushy-haired whore keeping him from his true place. In fact, she was begging her for him back, begging for her to join them even if it was just to watch or be abused by the both of them; anything to get close to the perfect couple. Locking eyes with her, Lavender thrust into Ron's arse a little harder each time, grinning at the bitch as she looked on. As much as Lavender wanted nothing more than to continue pounding her Won-won's ass and showing everyone at Hogwarts how best to fuck, she knew full well that her cock was on the verge of orgasm, her balls tightening with each firm slap against Ron's body. Having already cum earlier and now cumming a second time onto the table beneath him, Ron didn't care about anything other than bringing his girlfriend to orgasm, wanting to feel the fruits of his labour spurting deep inside him or splattering across his face so that he might wear it as a mark of pride. Unfortunately for him, Lavender had different ideas. With each resonant thrust that tipped her body closer and closer to orgasm, Lavender's breath grew heated and heavy, though she retained that perfect gorgeous look, the layer of sweat on her body serving to add a delightful golden hue to her already perfect frame, capping of the austere divinity of her sexually perfect body.

Her orgasm finally reared its head and she pulled out of Ron's ass, standing up and onto her feet as her hand ran back and forth across her cock. Turning to face the crowd, she angled her cock towards them, the gathered crowds bursting into a full blown riot as students rushed and fought to get the front, to be one of the few who would be splattered with Lavender Brown's cum. The sounds of fighting didn't reach Lavender's ears as she was simply enthralled in her own fantasy, adoring the torrent of cum that sprung forth from her cock, flying through the air and splashing across several students faces, including Hermione who had been swept up in the feverous desire to taste and feel Lavender's seed. Rising to his feet, Ron joined her, sliding a hand around her waist and pulling her close as she continued to pour forth a godly amount of cum, the arc transcending the laws of nature, with more and more crashing down on the lecherous fans, all of whom were desperate for more. Turning to Ron, she pulled him into a kiss, their tongues intertwining as her continued to spurt one last jet of cum outwards. Pulling herself into Ron's arms, she blocked out the students beside them, several of whom had tackled one another to the ground, animalistically lapping at their faces in order to taste her cum. Blocking out the reverent worshiping of herself, she continued to snog Ron, simply loving the feeling of his powerful arms around her, the two of them basking in religious desires of those around them. The perfect romance for the ages Lavender thought. Two perfect people in a perfect romance, finally getting the recognition they deserved. That was all it was, she thought: Perfection.

Truly exceptional. Of all the fantasies I have and plan to show you, Lavender is perhaps the only one that would require a wide-spread bout of insanity to claim every living being on the planet to ever occur. But that's perhaps why I enjoy her perverse fantasies in the first place. I can admire someone whose fantasy is the antithesis of subtle. To be worshipped as a god is perhaps a desire beyond the typical aspirations of a teenager, yet I admire it nonetheless. Regardless, let us move on to a more homely desire and yet one that is perhaps just as lecherous

Perhaps the most unsubtle of all the fantasies here today, yet particularly delicious nonetheless. Any woman who requires the entire world being robbed of all sanity and judgement in order for her perfect fantasy to be fulfilled is worth of admiration. Yet, where other fantasies upon this list require only small changes in the mindsets of a few people, the entire transformation of society as we know it is frankly astounding. Truly it is the ultimate definition of a fantasy. At least we may all hope, in the small recesses of our minds, that such a fantasy will never come to pass; despite such a revelation speaking to the true sorrow of the situation of Lavender Brown.

ANDROMEDA TONKS

I see all who cross the halls of my school and can see them yet still. Most are unworthy of continued monitoring, but there are yet a few whom I enjoy catching up with. And dear little Dromeda, so worn in the tiresome spirit of the years, yet so innocent at heart. What could a former Black wish for in the darkest depths of her heart. I do think you will be surprised…

The tall and climbing building before Andromeda was as cold as it was inviting. A stony precipice in which the blackest of hearts lingered, their minds turned not to the thriving livelihood of family, but the burning hatred of those unalike themselves. And yet, despite that provocative hatred, hatred that bound Andromeda in a deep confusion, she still had a soft spot for those that dwelt at number twelve Grimauld Place. As a child, those bitter moments of spite that she caught in her mother and relatives seemed so harmless. Yet, as Andromeda grew older and found her heart waylaid to warmer comforts, she saw the barbarity for what it truly was. And in doing so, turned her back on the one thing she had always longed for: family. Fortunate favoured her innocent heart, allowing her to find such familial comfort elsewhere in the world, however the bonds of blood are indeed strong.

And so, with a soft smile cracked upon her lips, she rested her hand on the chilled metal of the front door and eased her way inside. The warm scent of cooking dinner rose from the kitchens as she made her way through the hallways. Grimauld Place may have not been the place she called home, but it was the place she associated with the Blacks. It was here that she spent many a time, in company of those she called family. Ignoring the bustle within the kitchen and dining room, she began to climb the twisting staircase, making her way up towards the bedroom in which she had so regularly stayed. Each stepped brought warmer and warmer feelings into her body, each movement flooding her body with emotions that felt so unbearably different to what she was used to. How could such a place instil such familiar sentiments when it was besmirched and brutalised by those she was bound in blood to. Those that condemned her as filth. Was her desire for that familial affection so desperate that such matters didn't even factor in? The complexity in such thoughts was ultimately fruitless, for her feet ground to a halt outside her bedroom, a smile curling across her lips once more. Familiarity was in the air. A familiarity she couldn't deny. For it was paired with a delectable sweetness. Resting a hand on the door, she slowly eased it open a crack, the wafting smell of bliss and heaven on earth swallowing her up, paired with the delicate symphony of the soft smacking of kissing lips, mired amongst the delicate unbefitting moans of the ghastly women she called sisters, "Started without me?"

Kneeling on the beds, with all three of the mattresses pushed together to allow for more room to spread, were Narcissa and Bellatrix, the two of them exposed completely to the open air, their nudity eliciting reactions of surprise and delight from Andromeda. They had such womanly figures, perfectly shaped and curvaceous. Bella's thin waist rolling around into those pert and juicy little ass cheeks, her flat, toned stomach rising up until it bulged into those handfuls that she called her breasts. She was lithe and athletic, yet sumptuously feminine in every regard. At least at initial glance. The wildness of her hair and cruelness in her curled lips was null and void as Andromeda looked into her motionless face. Only softness was displayed on Bellatrix's lips, the woman not parting them to answer Andromeda's questions. Fantasies are often born amidst a cruel reflection; such was the truth behind the soft smiles and wordless expressions that remained unflinching upon both her sister's lips. Deep down, Andromeda knew that a single word from either of them, with their venomous tongues, would instantly shatter what already stood as a precarious fantasy. Instead, they turned to look at Andromeda, forced glee curled on their lips. Her eyes moved onto the shapelier and fuller woman, Cissy. Her hips curved round into momentously plump arse cheeks, her breasts bulging and bouncing even with the slightest movements. Her pinched waist seemed so delicious in comparison to the swell of her hourglass figure. And finally, sported between each of their crotches, crowned by wild nests of respectively coloured pubic hair, were the heavy and meaty cocks. Each of them was twelve inches, a mirror displays of Andromeda's own length, for as intimate as her fantasy remained, it was born from a reality in which she had only seen fleeting glimpses of her sister's and their naked flesh.

"Never mind. I suppose I ought to catch up. Perhaps you two should continue getting one another ready?" Andromeda suggested, both Bella and Narcissa nodding in response before the blonde dropped onto her back, holding her cock with both hands as Bellatrix effortlessly straddled her sister's face, angling her own cock towards the blonde's beautifully soft lips. Pressing the head of her cock against Narcissa's mouth, she thrust forwards, sheathing and sinking her entire cock into her sister's gullet effortlessly, something which she immediately mirrored with Narcissa's cock, engulfing and swallowing the entire veiny length In a matter of mere moments, her lips stretched and peeled across the bulbous length, their warm and heaving bodies pressed together in such delicate intimacy that the two of them couldn't help but moan from the salacious satisfaction of the moment. Growing hornier by the minute, Andromeda watched the two bouncing and bobbing their lips back and forth across one another's cocks, all to hungry to satiate their desire for cock, all under the watchful eye of their sibling, whose own twelve-inch cock throbbing desperately against the fabric of her jeans. Begging to be loosened and allowed to join in.

Unfastening her belt, she let her cock spring free from her panties, the heavy shaft dropping down against her thigh as she pulled the clothes unceremoniously to the ground. Kicking them to the side, she pulled her jumper over her head. Unclasping her bra, she exposed her breasts. She wasn't nearly as thin and toned as Bellatrix, nor plump and busty like Narcissa, but she found a nice natural blend between the two. Still, such self-conscious ideas had no place there and then as she grabbed her cock and began to lightly stroke herself off, pawing back and forth as she advanced on their shared bed-space, the brunette eager to join in. To her surprise, that sentiment was shared by her sisters, who both immediately plucked their lips from one another's cocks and rose to their knees, turning towards Andromeda with hunger in their eyes. With their cocks slickened and lubricated, their attentions turned to lavishing their forgotten sister with the pleasure she had long since deserved. Their lips immediately pressed against each of her cheeks, trailing down to her jawline, the two siblings acting as mirrors aside either half of Andromeda's body. Slowly and sensually, they wound their way downwards, kissing each expanse of soft and delicate skin they could find, letting moans escape their lips as they showed their aroused satisfaction In bringing pleasure to their sister. Clasping their talented lips around her puffy pink nipples, their tongues began to twist and wind around the soft supple flesh, eliciting delicate moans and gasps of pleasure from their sister. Meanwhile, their hands went to work, with Bellatrix grabbing Andromeda's cock and taking over in gently pumping it back and forth, whilst Narcissa's hands sought to ingratiate themselves with Dromeda's squashy, plump arse.

"Oh my… oh… Oh yes…" Andromeda murmured as the two of them effortlessly went about their work. Abandoning their suckling of the woman's breasts, their lips peeled away from one another, taking a degree of autonomy in their movements. Each Black sister followed their hands, with Bella bringing her lips along her sister's stomach, trailing all the way into place at the bulbous crown of her engorged cock. Narcissa, meanwhile, twisted her lips along the curve of her hip, sliding down the steep crack of the woman's ass, each of her hands prying that meaty flesh aside to reveal her puckered asshole. With the two of them in place, Bella and Cissy moved with such a synchronised plunge that it was if they were a single mind. Bella's lips slid their way down Andromeda's cock with a single steady push, her throat eager to be stuffed and to bulge with the length of her sister's momentous shaft. Behind her, Narcissa curled her tongue into the dip of her asshole, pushing and easing forwards, steadily ploughing the slick and slippery morsel into the tight caverns of Andromeda's asshole, commanding a flood of deliciously loud and orgasmic moans to pour forth from Andromeda's lips. The most intense pleasure overcame her as both her most sensitive areas of anatomy were attacked by viscously talented tongues. Whilst those tongues were so experienced with spiteful, twisting words, it seemed such abilities in the twisting of matters found use elsewhere, especially as Narcissa began an avid and eager exploration of her asshole, all in search of the illustrious pleasure-centre that was Andromeda's prostate. On the other hand, Bella put her throat to good use, easily finding a home for every inch of Dromeda's heavy, pulsating cock, the woman pressing her curt lips against her shaven crotch. Shaven crotches were more of a muggle tradition that Andromeda acquired in her other life, with her sensibilities adopting a more reserved demeanour towards the grooming of one's anatomy. And it meant that you could feel their lips properly stretch around one's base, unrestricted by the wiry nest of hair that her sister's sported.

Not wasting a single moment with unnecessary immobility, both Narcissa and Bellatrix launched into a barrage of sumptuous movements, attacking their respective hives of pleasure, bringing moans of sheer sensual bliss from Andromeda's lips. Demonstrating her oral abilities, Bellatrix effortless let her lips glide from base to tip, her tongue lavishing every inch as it slipped to and from her mouth, tasting each bead of sticky pre-cum that she was offered for her hard labours. Bouncing and bobbing her lips in place, she gagged and gorged herself on the thick shaft in front of her, relishing each inch that plumbed her convulsing gullet. She didn't mind that light spasms that shuddered through her body whenever she mistimed a plunge of her lips, because it was all in service of providing the most sublime of pleasure for her gorgeous sister. Or at least, that was Andromeda's reasoning for her proud sister demeaning herself with such sloppy and messy sucking. And Narcissa! Oh, the pleasure that Narcissa provided was nothing short of captivating for Andromeda. Each glance she sent backwards caused her to moan as she saw those luscious blonde locks, framed perfectly by her round and plump arse cheeks. The blonde had let her ass bounce back into place, smothering her cheeks amidst Andromeda's meatier ass, all the while winding and carving her tongue deeper and deeper, lurching her lips further into place, desperate to devour and delight Andromeda in all the ways that she could. It took little effort to find the woman's prostate, the bead desperate to be engulfed in all manners of pleasure and blissful delight. Curling her tongue across that small bud caused Andromeda's knees to quiver with the excitement that followed. Hot and heavy breathing escaped from the woman's lips as her body writhed with pleasure, hummed with absolute heavenly satisfaction, all as a result of her sisters and their usually poisonous tongues. The grin that plastered itself across Andromeda's face could only attest to just how gratifying such a situation was, given all that had led up to and predicated it.

Once again, both Narcissa and Bellatrix moved in tandem with one another, their movements mirrored as they shifted in place. To consumed by the overall pleasure of having her sisters attending to her sexual desires, Andromeda took a moment to notice what they were doing, but gasped as she was lifted up of her knees, her legs spread apart and supported by both Narcissa and Bellatrix. The blonde remained behind her, pressing her breasts up against her back and using her body to provide stability to the position, whilst the black-haired witch hoisted the brunette's legs up, holding her legs in place as she shuffled forwards. Expecting to abhor the new position as one of torment, Andromeda instead relented to the pleasure, with Narcissa's lips burying themselves in her neck, kissing and nibbling at her flesh as Bellatrix reached down and guided the blonde's cock into place. Pressing the head of her cock against Andromeda's asshole, Bella held it in place long enough for Narcissa to slowly ease Dromeda down onto her shaft, tenderly guiding the woman along each inch of her shaft until her cock was completely sheathed inside. Lubricated from their previous sixty-nine and Narcissa's oral attentiveness, Bella was easily able to inch forwards and ease her own cock in and alongside her sister's, stuffing Andromeda with the rigid, veiny sensation of her sisters' sexual affections. With her entire cock inside as well, Bellatrix pressed her body tightly against Andromeda's, pinning the girl between their sumptuous bodies, tightening her in a pocket of sibling warmth, drawing her deeper into the familial bliss of a good hard sisterly fuck. Angling her head in the opposite direction to Narcissa, Bella began to kiss along the other side of Dromeda's neck, the lavishing of the sister's lips bringing a warm comfort to Dromeda's body.

And so, they began to fuck her. The initial tightness of her ass presented an issue in movement, but with a few steady and gentle thrusts of their cocks, they managed to loosen her up enough to saw and guide her cock in and out of her clutching hole, pounding liberally away at her divine arse, letting every rigid inch of their cock speak to the affection they had for her; each cock beginning to hammer into her body. Consumed in every angle by the pleasure of the moment, Andromeda used the support of her sister's bodies to steady herself, with waves of pleasure flooding through her body. Pre-cum leaked from the head of her cock, smearing against her and Bella's bodies, creating a slick and sticky pocket between the two of them as the ground their bodies together as one. Her ass cheeks lightly clapped with each of Cissy's thrusts, the steady smack of their balls colliding with her body making for the sweetest of music. She could tell how many times she had listened to through the thin walls of her own bedroom to the rhythmic slapping of flesh coming from Bella and Cissy's own personal sexual adventures with one another, whilst she herself was relegated to masturbating; up until the point where that became an uncomfortable impossibility. But now. Now she was pinned between those two writhing bodies she envisioned on those cold nights, sandwiched and stuffed with veiny cocks she could have only dreamed off, her ass being plugged rigorously amidst crashing thunderous waves of intense and increasing pleasure, all of which seemed to promise to culminate in such a blissfully sticky end. Andromeda was a little embarrassed that she was failing to keep up with her sister's libidos, yet it seemed that as soon as her own orgasm began to dawn, the ragged breath of Narcissa and Bellatrix was not long behind, with their cocks twitching and spasming wildly within the claustrophobic tightness of her clutching, orgasming arse. And who would have thought, comely Andromeda Tonks would one day envision herself as the central hole in a double-penetration?
What a glorious orgasm it was! Andromeda felt it in her ass first. The tight clench of an overwhelming amount of pleasure, pulsating from that bud of nerve endings, sending cascading satisfaction thrumming through her body. Her cock erupted between her and Bella, spilling cum in between their bodies, the substance splashing against both of their skin, smearing and spreading itself with each laboured breath and rise of their breasts. This was like a signal for both Narcissa and Bellatrix as they pounded themselves into that tightened entrance, thrusting until their own orgasms were awash. Not wasting a single drop, they spilled their entire load into their sister's ass, pumping their cum deep into her entrance, using the pulsating throb of the other's cock as additional pleasure to spurt forth those last sticky drops, moaning into Andromeda's ear as the three of their hearts raced and pounded, their breathing ragged, and their sexual appetites satiated. And whilst they had all themselves cum, they remained frozen in that position, with Andromeda Black held betwixt Narcissa Black and Bellatrix Black, their bodies all sandwiched tightly In place, almost every inch of their bodies somehow pressed against one another. Cum dripped and leaked from where it had been sprayed and shot, rendering them stickier and messier by the second, with their immobility allowing it to almost completely cover both Bella and Andromeda's fronts. Yet, Andromeda didn't want to sacrifice the familial warmth of the moment, wanting to bask in the closeness of her body to her sisters, their affection displayed in the sticky end of their perverse antics. Even as it grew uncomfortable for Andromeda to linger, the two other's cocks held inside her only by the thickness of the other, even when soft. But still, Dromeda clung to it, her eyes closed as she relished It. A fantasy it may have been; as far flung as any that could possibly be dreamed; yet it was an oh so sweet alternative to bitter viciousness of reality. Such is the simple beauty of one's fantasies.

A strange one indeed, yet sumptuously enjoyable nonetheless. Sadder when one acknowledges the spiteful dreams which find their harbour amidst the blackened hearts of both Narcissa and Bellatrix themselves. Yet, one cannot cloud their judgement purely upon the fantasies that take refuge in people. If we were to judge all those, I have shared with you so far by the fantasies displayed, then we would condemn them all as bitter lonely people. Fantasies may reveal our inner desires, yet fantasies are born of the extreme and take no note of the pleasurable bliss that exists already in our lives. Andromeda may long for familial affection of one kind, yet one may hardly deny that she has not found it in another more tangible form. She didn't lose herself amidst fantasies yet carved out a reality all of her own.

HARRY POTTER

And last, but not least, Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Whilst the other's fantasies I have shared with you are all rather specific and tailored to their experiences, Harry's… Harry's are more understandable and universal. Spending a childhood beneath the stairs, with nothing to his name, gave him a yearning for more; both in general fulfilment and sexual experiences…

"Morning sweetie…" a voice murmured softly as Harry began to stir. Whilst the words were what woke him from his slumber, they were far from the first thing he noticed as he groggily began to wake. No, that was reserved to the usual familiar sensation that always accompanied his slow rise in the morning. He felt the contrasting sensations of the cold air and the tight wet warmth of a deliciously snug throat. Slowly, he felt a pair of talented lips sliding up and down his cock, gently suckling on his shaft as they worked wonders on his morning erection. A moan escaped his lips as he opened his eyes, being met with the salacious grin of his girlfriend. Before he knew it, he felt her lips thrust up against his, the two of them twisting into an intimate and romantic kiss, their tongues battling to the ever-present rhythm of the wet slurping sounds that accompanied their embrace. Giggling as Harry's hands began to grope at her, pulling her naked body closer, Ginny eventually pulled their lips apart and flashed a sparkling grin at her boyfriend, "You're starting to sleep in later and later…"

"What can I say… You are keeping me up, later and later…" Harry groaned, reclining into his pillows as he savoured his morning treatment, not even bothering to glance downwards and source the wonderous mouth bobbing itself along his cock, sliding her lips right down to the base and swallowing every inch of his cock, her tongue curling and lapping at the throbbing shaft at whatever opportunity she got, all the while cradling his cum-laden balls with her delicate fingers, working a tantalising spell of immense pleasure across his body.

"You slept so late that Parvati and Padma got bored. Luna as well. They headed downstairs after arguing over who got to give you a morning blowjob," Ginny smirked, laying down next to him, her hand casually stroking herself off, jerking in tandem with the bobbing slurps of the mysterious oralist.

"And who won?" Harry asked, sliding his hand along Ginny's stomach and wrapping it around her cock. Moaning softly, Ginny relented her own jerking and allowed Harry's talented hand to massage her length, teasing forth sounds of ecstasy from her lips.

"Who do you think?" Ginny giggled, grabbing the sheet that covered Harry's lower body and throwing it to one side, revealing the cock-stuffed cheeks of the young blonde beauty that was Gabrielle Delacour, "The one who actually got started whilst the rest of them argued…"

"Naturally… Oh… I should have known it was a Delacour. Only they seem to be able to do that thing with their… tongue!" Harry moaned, giving Gabrielle a long and intense look as she lovingly attended to his cock, her throat bulging to accommodate his length. As he neared the end of his sentence, she anticipated his comment and did exactly what he was referred to, robbing him of his composure as he thrust his hips forwards, the peak in pleasure catching him off guard.

"I know exactly what you mean. That little swish and flick. I still can't get it right. No doubt the twins will have found something else to amuse them. They'll have Lavender between them or something. And Luna… well, I think it's best I don't try to guess. It'll be futile anyway," Ginny moaned, brushing a strand of hair out from Gabrielle's eyes as she continued to torment Harry with her talented tongue movements, eventually managing to cause his cock to shudder into orgasm. As soon as she tasted that first splash of cum on her tongue, she plunged her lips down the entire length, swallowing deeply and allowing every strand of his cum to pour into her hungry stomach. Moaning at the sight, slick embrace, Harry allowed her to milk him dry, her throat seemingly able to tighten and loosen at will, draining him of everything he had to offer, causing him to fall back breathless, the blonde popping his softened cock out of her mouth and clambering up the bed and slipping in between the two older bodies.

"Now zat zat's out of ze way. Can we do so more hardcore stuff? Maybe ze two of you in my petite 'ole?" Gabrielle suggested, her hands wrapping around their cocks, stroking Ginny's hardened shaft and starting to breathe life into Harry's once more.

"You are absolutely spoiled. Leave some for the rest of them. Go on Harry. I reckon folk are waiting for you in the common room. I'll take care of this raunchy little thing," Ginny purred, practically wrestling Gabrielle away from Harry before he could say anything in response. Whilst Gabrielle hadn't quite been able to get him hard again, he couldn't deny that watching Ginny and Gabrielle's bodies pressed together, the redhead's breasts practically swallowing Gabrielle's as their hardened cocks battled fearsomely. A part of him wanted to stay and watch this hardcore display Gabrielle promised, but Ginny was ultimately right. Rolling out of bed, he didn't bother with any clothes, instead he offered the two of them one last glance, admiring their naked bodies rolling around on the massive bed that now occupied the entirety of the boy's dormitory. His own personal love-haven. Turning away, he begrudgingly made his way down the stairs towards the common room and a whole new world of pleasurable sights to behold. The life he lived was truly magical.

The common room was a sea of flesh, completely exposed and nude. Dozens of naked people congregated together; all of them unlikely companions to one another, yet all bound by one thing and one thing alone: Harry's personal fantasies. Cho Chang, the Patil twins -both of whom were sawing their cocks into either end of Lavender Brown just as Ginny had suspected-, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Luna Lovegood -whom, as correctly guess yet again by Ginny, was embroiled in a slow and steady inspection of Fleur Delacour's rear end. Not in a sexual way, but in a genuinely curious manner- Apolline Delacour, Astoria and Daphne Greengrass, Professor McGonagall, Susan Bones, Rita Skeeter, and countless others. Anyone whom Harry had thought vaguely sexual thoughts about stood proudly displaying their naked flesh, conversing and engaging in whatever struck their fancy. A veritable orgy of flesh and sexual deviancy. At the centre of which, stood none other than Harry Potter, "You took your time. I would have thought you be eager to expand your horizons beyond just Ginny. Merlin knows she's doing just that when you're not around."

"How crude of you Hermione. Here I was thinking this was just a friendly gathering… of friends…" Harry smirked as Hermione stepped up behind him, her hand immediately resting on his ass, her other hand snaking down to his cock. Where Gabrielle and Ginny had managed to awaken his cock once more, Hermione was able to bring him to full mast, a salacious grin on her face.

"So… where shall we begin? Do you want me on my knees, or bent over? Perhaps we should recruit someone else to join us?" Hermione suggested, glancing around the room at the many people. Whilst some people simply chatted, waiting for things to get interesting, others took things into their own hands and made them interesting themselves. Parvati, Padma and Lavender were one such trio, of whom the twin's moans garnered a great deal of attention, given that their moans were only heard amidst long and lush bouts of them snogging as they drove their cocks deep into Lavender's throat and arse, the curl-haired girl drooling over the cock in her mouth, moaning as she used like a suckling pig. Luna's inspection and admiration of Fleur's arse had ultimately prompted the French blonde to grow rather tired of Luna's antics and hesitancy to actually do anything pleasurable and had swiftly grabbed Luna by the back of her head and pushed her face between the ass that she seemed so eager to admire. To their side, Astoria Greengrass looked on, drawn to the allure of the sumptuous blonde beauties, yet whenever she moved to get a closer look and silently hope to join them, her older sister would grab her by the wrist and pull her close, the blonde Slytherin seemingly abhorred by the fact that she was amongst such displays of perverse deviancy and that she was placed in the fantasy of Harry Potter. Katie Bell was making good use of the vast array of thick cocks on display and was making casual conversation with the looming bulk of a woman that was Madame Maxime, who proved that giant's blood truly did amount to something. Whilst attempting to woo the looming woman, Katie gently danced her finger tips along the thick length of the giantess's cock, hoping that she would give her arse a good seeing to and properly stretch her like the first time she took both Angelina and Alicia's cocks, whom themselves were relishing the oral ministrations of none other than Mrs Weasley. The older Weasley woman was placed at the centre of a growing circle of eager cocks, amongst whom ranked Susan Bones, Penelope Clearwater, the two chasers and Professor McGonagall. The professor was taking whatever opportunity she could to have herself placed amongst her virile young students, even if it was only the fantasy of a teenage boy. Working Angelina and Alicia's cock, Mrs Weasley in her attempt to please as many as possible hadn't even begun to notice the growing crowd of women stroking their cocks, hoping to attract some attention from the talented lips of the plump redhead.

"So much to choose from, it's hard to know where to begin," Harry commented, relishing the vast array of nudity, round juicy arses and thick throbbing cocks. Spoiled for choice, the answer was hard to find, but Hermione, almost acting as his voice of reason, was there to make the choice easier.

"Well, considering the fact that you can fuck me and several of these girls anytime you want, perhaps a taste of something new would be in order," Hermione said with a smirk, standing behind Harry and pressing her body tight against his. Her cock slipped between his ass cheeks as she sandwiched herself tightly in place, one hand snaking around Harry's body and grabbing the base of his cock. Her other hand grabbed his chin and directed his gaze to a particular person in the room. None other than the voluptuous Narcissa Malfoy. Having seen her in passing at the World Cup, Harry couldn't help but remark to himself how curvaceous her form truly was. The slim and slender hips perfectly framed by her tight emerald dress. It had been a mere passing thought, and yet, it resulted in her curvy and sumptuous form being laid bare right here in front of him. Her pinched waste rolled around into hips that Harry couldn't believe belonged to a human woman. They were so round and well formed, running into a perfect heart-shaped arse that simply defied nature. And her breasts. Where Fleur had the perfect hour glass figure, paired with round and bouncing breasts, Narcissa instead had smaller and more well-formed tits; ones that fitted her body perfectly as opposed to being amazingly large and round. Perhaps, most alluring of all, was the neatly trimmed and maintained pubic hair that crowned her cock; which in and of itself was a rather sizable length. A thin strip of silvery blonde hair trailed up along her crotch, perfectly trimmed and shaven into place. Standing at the fringes of all the activity, Narcissa didn't dare engage with anyone, taking the Daphne approach and simply looking on in abject disgust at all the things going on. Yet, whilst Daphne abhorred everything in its entirety, Narcissa couldn't help but lightly stroke her cock whilst watching the depraved displays of sexual perversion exploding forth before her. Ultimately, it was Hermione that broke Harry's absolutely stunned glare with a salacious suggestion that simply made Harry grin with lustful desire, "Shall we go fuck Draco's mum?"

With that, both he and Hermione moved swiftly through the crowd of naked people, bidding people good-morning as they went. No one stopped them for more than a couple seconds, as if they were aware of exactly what Harry, and by extension, Hermione, had planned. As the two of them arrived by Narcissa, the blonde sighed and looked up at them, "Potter… Is this really necessary? What am I saying? Nothing I say shall matter. How do you want me? Bent over? Up against the wall?"

"I think…" Harry began, his swimming with possibilities. He could have her straddling him, riding him cowgirl, like a good slut. Or, between he and Hermione, the two of them could lift the woman in their arms and double-fuck her in the air. Before he could make any of these fantasies a reality, Hermione interjected, once again speaking as if she was his inner thoughts. His true inner thoughts.

"Laid on her back. On the table. Trust me," Hermione grinned, gesturing to the nearby table. Nodding in agreement, Harry watched as Narcissa sighed and roughly pushed past the both of them, turning around and sitting on the very edge of the table. Shuffling backwards, she reclined across the table, spreading her long and slender legs nice and wide, her hand grabbing her cock and balls, moving them out of the way of Harry's impending cock. Hermione, guided Harry into place, spitting a mouthful of saliva down and onto the boy's cock, even going so far as to eagerly massage it into his length, inching Harry's cock into place. Taking it from Hermione, Harry stepped forwards, laying a hand on one of Narcissa's legs and pushing her hips backwards, stretching her hole slightly wider. Pressing the head of his cock up against her asshole, Harry easily slipped inside, the matron of the Malfoy family proving to be a very easy fuck indeed. It took little too no effort to sheathe the entirety of his cock deep inside of her ass, his balls swinging firmly against her cheeks as Narcissa groaned, disinterested in the whole affair. The look of disinterest was a trademark Malfoy look, one that angered Harry just as much as it did Hermione. Knowing full well this would be the look plastered across the blonde bimbo's face, Hermione, acting upon Harry's fantasies, made it clear exactly why she pushed for Harry to spread the blonde across the table.

Clambering up onto the table, Hermione was quick to straddle Narcissa's face, sinking her hips down onto the blonde's head and smothering her snide expression amidst the plump juicy flesh of her arse. Moaning as she felt Narcissa's hot breath against her asshole, Hermione wriggled back and forth, making sure her ass was perfectly position for Narcissa to devour it. Naturally hesitant to do so, Narcissa suddenly felt a deep and unrelenting urge to plunge her tongue into the mudblood's ass as she felt Harry's glare burning into her skull. Groaning pleasurably, Hermione felt her tongue wriggling up and inside of her, turning rigid deep in her ass and allowing Hermione to steadily rock her hips back and forth, allowing for more and more pleasure to surge through her body. Relishing the sweet sight of Draco's mother being smothered by Hermione's ass, Harry began to move his hips, not bothering to take it slowly and simply pounding mercilessly away at her asshole. She could take it. Her ass was nothing if not well-used, being stretched nicely in Harry's mind. His cock easily glided through her hole, sawing back and forth, driving deeper with each pussy, forcing muffled groans to escape from Narcissa's lips, the woman unwittingly pushing more immense pleasure into Hermione's body. Grinning madly from the sheer erotic nature of the position, Hermione took complete advantage of it, properly driving her hips down, blocking of Narcissa's means to breath, to the extent that whenever Hermione relented her downward pressure even slightly, the blonde woman gasped desperately for air, her tongue and face serving to pleasure Hermione and nothing else. It was nothing if not cathartic to demeaning a member of the Malfoy family like this, with Harry absolutely loving the idea of butt-fucking his rival's mother, hammering his cock into her clutching ass whilst his best-friend rode her face, pleasuring herself on the woman's tongue. Pulling her hips onto his thrusts, Harry watched as people began to gather around, taking interest in the humiliation of the snobby blonde bitch.

Cheers filled the room with each momentous thrust into Narcissa's asshole, with several people groping and slapping her exposed flesh. Whilst they couldn't hear Narcissa's reaction to their tormenting of her supple features, Hermione attested to the profound effect they were having on the blonde, particularly noting that the squeals of pain that came from twisting the blonde's nipples sharply were incredibly pleasurable. It didn't take long for every inch of Narcissa's exposed flesh to burn a deep red, with people continuing to slap her breasts every now and again, a few people taking to grinding their cocks against her skin, slapping them downwards as they lathered the bimbo in pre-cum. All the while, Harry continued to pound away, hammering into the slut's ass, loving every quiver and clench that her asshole provided. Eventually, he felt his orgasm beginning to near and he ground to a halt. As delightful as fucking Narcissa Malfoy into complete submission was, he wasn't done savouring the plethora of sensations at his disposal. Pulling his cock out of Narcissa's gaping asshole, Harry was immediately stopped by Fleur Delacour, the blonde pulling him into a deep and intimate kiss, their tongues interweaving as their snog deepened and intensified. He felt her hand on his cock, lightly stroking him as they kissed, all before she plucked her lips away and flashed him a smile. Immediately taking his place between Narcissa's legs, Fleur decided that what the blonde whore needed was a real big cock to properly put her through her paces. The time between Fleur's cock-head resting against Narcissa's entrance, and her shaft being completely submerged inside of her, was so miniscule that barely anyone even realised that the woman had been filled yet again. Hermione realised almost immediately as a scream of defiance shuddered through her very core, tingling to the extremities of her body and causing her to spray a massive load across Narcissa's breasts and stomach, her cum even going so far as to splash onto Fleur's stomach, even leaking down onto the French girl's cock as it drove in and out of Narcissa's arsehole. Watching as Fleur took his place, Harry couldn't help but grin as the Beauxbaton's girl inadvertently battered her ass against Luna's face, with the Ravenclaw continuously eager to admire and orally worship the gorgeous round rear, even if it was moving at such blistering speeds. Turning around, Harry was immediately met with his next conquest.

"Fuck me… Now," Cho ordered, the Asian girl already bent over at the waist, her hands planted on her ass cheeks, spreading them wide apart, revealing her asshole. Glancing beneath her, Harry spotted Marietta Edgecombe, Cho's closest confidant, on her knees, her lips nestled against the base of Cho's thick Asian cock. Harry always saw them together and for whatever reason had built up the impression that Marietta constantly doted upon Cho. Having talked with them both, Harry now knew that was the case, yet pre-conceived misconceptions are not so easily shaken subconsciously. As a result, Marietta was permanently on her knees, her lips fixed around the base of her friend's thick cock. Where most people would be avidly bouncing their lips back and forth, swallowing her cock again and again, salivating and suckling over every thick and glorious inch; Marietta was simply stationary, worshiping Cho's cock by simply keeping it in the tight wet haven that was her throat. Her chin was streaked with saliva, her breasts dripping with slick spittle from her constant deepthroat. Visibly bulging, her throat neatly outlined and emphasised even the most subtle contours of Cho's cock. The sight was truly delectable to look at, but not nearly as much as the sight of Cho's asshole. It wasn't empty. A bulbous butt-plug had found its way inside of the girl's entrance, stuffing her ass. But most curious of all, was that the base of the plug proudly displayed the letters 'H.P.'

Grinning madly with lust, Harry was more than happy to provide. Plucking the toy from her asshole, Harry found it pre-lubricated and ready for his cock. Inching forwards, he pressed the head of his cock against her hole and immediately Cho pushed backwards, submerging every inch inside her ass, instantly impaling herself on his massive cock. Letting out a sign of immense satisfaction, as Cho was finally scratching an itch that had eluded her for so long, the black-haired, busty beauty began to fuck herself on Harry's cock, ignoring the wet sloppy sounds of Marietta struggling to keep up with her constant, powerful movements. The sound of Marietta being roughly throat-fucked, the girl desperately trying to keep every inch inside of her mouth, was merely a backdrop sound to the immensely delicious sound of Cho's round plump ass cheeks bouncing against Harry's crotch. Slamming her hips backwards, Cho impaled herself again and again, hammering Harry's cock deep into her ass, loving every inch of it coursing into her hole, crushing and milking her prostate for all the pleasure it was worth. Taken aback by the suddenness, Harry had to not only fight to hold of his orgasm, but readjust his stance so that Cho's firm and powerful movements didn't' topple him over. The slapping of their bodies colliding, alongside the slurping suckling of Marietta brought about a gloriously sumptuous symphony of pleasures, the sounds ringing about the room, even drowning out Fleur furious pounding of Narcissa's asshole. So intent on having Harry's cock explode inside of her, wanting nothing more than to bring Harry to orgasm and have Harry be the catalyst for her own blissful release, Cho did everything in her power to drive pleasure through both of their bodies. Consumed by the pleasure flooding through his body, Harry felt himself get broken away from the haze of satisfaction by a simple question, "Which one of us do you want to lick your ass?"

Turning to his side, Harry was met with three people standing there, each one vying to be the one to slide down onto their knees and plunge their tongues into his awaiting ass. Apolline Delacour and her perfectly plump figure. Not to mention a tongue more talented than anyone else's in the room. Her expertise in sucking cock, eating ass and fucking was no doubt unrivalled. However, next to her stood Susan Bones, a cute girl from Hufflepuff. What she lacked in Apolline's stunning beauty and skill, she made up In sheer innocence. Harry didn't necessarily require the most pleasurable tongue inside his ass. Not with Cho's rigorous movements. And finally, standing on the end, none other than Madam Hooch, a woman Harry had never really expected to see naked. Her thin athletic form, lightly toned stomach and legs, and her sharp well-formed features made for quite the sight. The perfect choice for trying something new. However, Harry didn't get to make a decision as a shrill squeal of pleasured delight escaped from Cho's lips, the black-haired girl making her position clear, "No! He's mine… I'm going to make him cum! Just me!"

Chuckling, Harry turned briefly towards Cho, looking at the girl as she glanced over her shoulder. And in that brief moment, something changed. Maybe it was a glint in her eye that caused it, but Harry's fantasy shifted. As he turned back to look at the collection of beautiful women offering to lavish his asshole with the attention it deserved, Harry was met with an astounding shift. Instead of the demure blonde, the coquettish Hufflepuff, and chiselled teacher, Harry found three identically gorgeous versions of Cho. Each one with the same pert breasts, the same round hips, the same juicy arse, and the same devilishly suggestive smile on their faces. Startled by the shift, Harry then began to realise that everyone else in the common room had changed. Instead of Luna devouring Fleur's ass whilst she in turn hammered her cock into Narcissa, whose tongue was lodged inside of Hermione; Cho was devouring another Cho's ass, all the while that version was hammering their cock into yet another Cho who was spread eagle lavishing one final Cho's ass. All under the watchful eyes of a crowd of other Cho's. No longer was Mrs Weasley attending to a sea of cocks; instead it was Cho drowning in countless other versions of her own cock. Lavender Brown wasn't being spit-roasted by the Patil's any longer. In their place, three Cho's replicated their exact movements, all behind the light bronze skin of the sultry Asian beauty. Not one to complain about such things, Harry watched, enthralled as the three Cho's waiting for his response simply went to work, preparing to lavish his body in truly magnificent ways.

One of them dropped behind him, planting her hands on his ass cheeks, firmly spreading them apart and serving as an additional reinforcement against the constant powerful barrage of backwards thrusts from her counterpart. Before Harry could even comment, he felt a tongue lunge forwards, lathering his asshole with saliva and spittle, licking and lapping with such eager intensity. The feverish nature exemplified by the Cho pounding her own asshole on Harry's cock was mimicked in the one attending to his ass, with her tongue dipping and diving with purpose and intensity, so much so that it took Harry by surprise as soon as she angled her tongue and plunged it inside of him. All of a sudden, his ass was filled with her tongue, the girl writhing it around inside of him, curling it to find his prostate and attending to that sensitive bulb of flesh. Just as that was beginning, the other two Cho's dropped either side of him, slipping underneath towards his cock. Unable to do anything as it was rocketing in and out of one of the 'real' Cho's ass, they instead turned their attention towards the heavy cum-laden balls that swung back and forth beneath, smacking harder and harder against Cho's body with each impalement. Between the two of them, they easily managed to envelop his swinging sack in their mouths, their lips pressing together in a sumptuous half-kiss, the two of them passing his balls back and forth between them, twisting them around within the slick heavenly bath of saliva that they provided. Suckling on each bulb of sensitive flesh, they made sure to have Harry writhing with pleasure. The unique sensation of their dual tongues and lips working perfectly in tandem, synchronised with one another as if of one mind. Curling their tongues around his balls, they unfortunately robbed Harry for the delicious sight of their handiwork. Two mirror images of Cho Chang, suckling on his balls, their lips almost pressed together as saliva and spittle began to drizzle down to their chins and onto their breasts, which they of course began to lather across their shin, lubing themselves to a perfect glossy shimmer: it was truly a sight worth seeing.

The symphony of pleasures that came from the combined efforts of all four Cho's was only rivalled by the sheer sight that it created. Harry's mind was almost drowning in pleasure, yet he fought to keep his eyes open. He fought to continue ogling the absolute beauty of having four of one of the most gorgeous girls as Hogwarts sucking, fucking and licking him the most fantastic of ways. Having left Narcissa in order to no cum, Harry was almost immediately flung into yet another situation in which he was desperately trying to hold of on cumming in order to savour the moment for as long as possible. That wasn't possible however. It was simply too much to bear. It seemed that every pleasure-sensitive area of his anatomy was being attacked by the talented sexual abilities of Cho Chang. Finally, his cock erupted like a cannon inside of Cho, the girl slamming her hips backwards and letting his cum fill her to the brim. Strand after strand of cum pumped deep inside of her, the girl moaning as she was filled entirely with his sticky seed. The two Cho's working his balls savoured the churning sensation of his balls emptying into their counterpart's ass, all the while stroking one another's cocks. Finally, Harry milked the last few drops of cum into Cho's ass, staggering backwards, breathless. Blinking through the pleasure haze, Harry finally broke out of it, seeing the room clearly once more. In front of him, Cho slipped down onto the ground, cum leaking from her ass as Marietta continued to deepthroat her cock, cum beginning to leak down her chin as Cho came. Glancing around the room, everything seemed in order. Luna was back to working on Fleur's shifting hips, whilst Narcissa's protestations were muffled by the plump cheeks of Hermione. Lavender was still getting fucked from either end by the Patil's, and the actual faces of those who had been working his ass and balls were revealed. On their knees, their chin's slick with spittle, their breasts equally glossy, were the mature Apolline and Rolanda. Glancing behind him, he was offered a meek smile from Susan as she gave each of his ass cheeks a soft kiss, giggling nervously as she did so, her cheeks flushing red as she rose to her feet and disappeared into the crowds of naked people.

"Mr Potter… Now that you're done with your display of sexual prowess, I need to discuss with you the very real situation regarding your grades," a voice called from his side, causing Harry to turn, only to be immediately met with the sincere stern glare of Professor McGonagall. Even though this was his fantasy, the idea of Professor McGonagall having anything to call him out for still unnerved him immensely. As his eyes ran up and down her aged body, he couldn't help but admire her thin and almost athletic body, her form unbefitting of a woman of her age. Not that that Harry was going to complain. The thing that ultimately drew his attention the most was her cock. A full twelve inches, it wasn't the length that ultimately gave him pause, but rather the fact that it was gleaming with saliva from head to base. Looking past the spectacled woman, Harry spotted Mrs Weasley continuing to work the number of cocks that had now joined her circle of shafts, readily slurping on any and all cocks she was provided. It was her handiwork that Harry saw smeared along McGonagall's cock, yet before Harry could make some wry comment, several other figures stepped out beside Professor McGonagall, giving Harry a moment of pause. At McGonagall's side stood several other teachers. Staring dreamily of into the distance, Professor Trelawny turned to him suddenly, staring at him behind those big bulging glasses. His eyes trailed down to her cock, finding it to be just as large and as throbbing as McGonagall's. To McGonagall's left, Professor Sinistra stood, her arms folded across her chest, her big black cock bulging and throbbing in anticipation for what was to come. Leering over McGonagall's shoulder from the right, stood the curt lipped Pomfrey, her large pillowy breasts plumped up even more by her arms which rested, folded beneath them. Unable to see her cock, Harry was willing to be it was just as equally large as the rest of them, their forced abstinence causing their cocks to throb and swell over their collected decades of teaching. Before Harry could say a word, he was immediately silenced by yet another addition to the group, one Harry was already familiar with. Pressing up behind him, he felt a thick cock push through his ass cheeks, the toned muscular stomach of the athletic Madam Hooch resting against his lower back, her pert handful breasts prodding into his shoulder blades as she reached around to his cock, slowly working to get him hard again, her hand becoming slippery from the saliva she and Apolline had so diligently lathered him with.

"Just as I was beginning to enjoy myself…" Harry groaned, watching as McGonagall cracked a deliciously suggestive smile. It was Madam Hooch that acted first, resting her hands on his shoulders and slowly pushing him down onto his knees, the group of older teachers surrounding him with their cocks in hands, steadily pumping them back and forth, copious amounts of pre-cum dripping from their bulbous tips as they leered at the helpless boy. Despite his previous remark, Harry couldn't help but let his cock throb and begin to swell once more, the arousal from the situation being undeniable. Slowly, he watched as more people added themselves to circle, their cocks equally hard and ready for Harry to service them. The plump and rounded Professor Spout alongside the contrastingly bony Madam Pince shuffled into view, their cocks bulging abnormally between their legs, the large shaft looking unseemly on the thin frame of the librarian. Breathing deeply, Harry knew what was about to ensue, with Professor McGonagall threading her hands through his hair. A part of him hoped they would be gentle in their claiming of his throat, yet he knew that sexually repressed teachers with pent-up years of arousal were hardly the kind to go softly. Especially if McGonagall was anything to go by. With one hand grasping his head and the other wrapped around the base of her cock, McGonagall lifted her shaft and slapped it down onto Harry's face, smacking it several times to laughs and chuckles from her fellow faculty members, all of whom watched as her heavy cock collided again and again with Harry's face, leaving splatters of pre-cum across his skin as he winced with each strike. Gritting his teeth, he took It willingly, watching the teacher's chuckling at the humiliation of a student, all before moaning vicariously as Minerva planted the head of her cock at the entrance of Harry's mouth and waited expectantly.

Parting his lips dutifully, Harry swallowed the head of her cock, only to be immediately surprised as she thrust her hips sharply forwards, the head of her cock colliding against the back of his throat, causing him to gag immediately. Raising his hands to push McGonagall away, Harry was astounded by how quickly Sinistra and Pomfrey intercepted his hands, grabbing them by the wrists and guiding them towards their cocks, Sinistra chuckling as she did so, "Uh, uh… You've got to pay your school fees Mr Potter… Every throbbing inch of them…"

"Mmm… For every time I've caught you out of bed. For every late assignment… Every single one of them. Take your Professor's cock like a good little cock-whore," Professor McGonagall growled, her words unbefitting her, the tone of her voice sending shivers down Harry's spine. The various teacher's all nodded in agreement, as McGonagall drew her cock backwards and powered forwards once more, once again causing Harry to gag wildly, saliva dribbling down his chin as she fought to gain access to his throat. It only took a third thrust to break down the last barrier and allow McGonagall to sheathe her entire cock inside of Harry's clutching throat, his lips stretched and gaped around the base of her cock, her balls smacking against his slickened chin, his eyes thrown wide open. McGonagall let out a deep moan as her entire cock was enveloped inside, throwing her hair back and even unpinning it to let it flow free and loose as she shirked her stern grimace for a more lustful smirk, "Mmm… Just as I imagined Mr Potter… Nice, tight and unbelievably warm…"
"Look at those cock-stuffed cheeks. Almost makes you wonder just why we didn't do this before? I imagine Mr Potter would be all too willing to ensure that his senior faculty members remain satisfied, wouldn't you Mr Potter?" Professor Sprout asked, leaning into the circle as she jerked her cock, her rotund figure garnering Harry's attention for only a moment before he was drawn back to McGonagall, the woman sawing her cock back and forth slowly, making sure to drive herself all the way to the hilt, wiggling her hips to make sure her cock smacked against every inch of his clutching throat, the slapping of her balls against his chin growing all the more enjoyable as his chin grew slicker and slicker with saliva and spittle.

"I don't hear any objections! Now jerk my cock you little fuck-slut. And be happy we aren't going to all take turns fucking your arse. I should that would be only fitting given how many nights I've had to attend to you in the Hospital Wing," Madam Pomfrey ordered, spurring Harry's hands into action, the boy helplessly stroking his palms across the two cocks he had been bid to jerk off, all the while feeling every bulbous inch of McGonagall's cock easing in and out of his throat, ensuring that he was constantly gagging and spluttering, the convulsions of his throat only serving to pleasure her even more, the teacher's readily watching Harry's throat bulging with thick cock.

"Speak for yourself Poppy. I've watched this cute little arse flying around on that broomstick of his for far too long now… If anything, I've earned a ride on you in turn…" Madam Hooch smirked, leaning over his shoulder as she fondled his ass cheeks, grinding her cock on his lower back as she looked up at the looming gorgeous form of McGonagall's shifting body, relishing the way the woman commanded those who were on her knees before her, Harry gagging and spluttering hopelessly. Lightly smacking Harry's cheeks with her hand, causing him to have a coughing fit around the engorged cock, Madam Hooch turned her attention to the boy's cute little ass. Perfectly toned and ripe for a good fucking. He was all prepared for her, Susan having attended to his lubrication, and yet Rolanda couldn't deny herself what she had been snubbed just before. Sliding backwards, she dropped down onto her stomach and spread his ass cheeks apart, deciding that she would double check just how well Susan had devoured the boy's hole. Lunging forwards with her tongue, she let out a moan as it slipped inside of Harry with complete ease, her tongue able to have free and complete access to his entrance. A part of her thought that Susan had simply done an exemplary job at loosening and prepping him -so much so that Rolanda was planning to seek her out once they were done here- but she knew that Harry was simply experienced in the art of riding cocks just as well as brooms; a skill she admired in people. Carving her tongue towards his prostate, Rolanda watched as she managed to make McGonagall freeze in place, the deep and carnal groan of pleasure that surged through Harry's body being enough to cause the older woman's cock to shudder blissfully. Knowing full well that if she kept going, she was going to cum, McGonagall pulled away, letting all the gleaming inches of her cock glide out of Harry's throat, the woman giving his red-cheeked face a quick slap with her cock, smearing pre-cum and spittle across his features before stepping to the side to allow someone else to take her place.

"I have foreseen great oral skills from you Mr Potter. I've long mused that your throat is a more open asset that your eyes. Then again, if even if your throat was sewn shut It would be more open than…" Trelawny began, rattling of her usual spiel, giving Harry a moment to catch his breath and admire her body. She wasn't nearly as thin or well-formed in her sexual assets as McGonagall, with the woman standing as nothing short of average. With a little bit of a belly, her breasts slightly sagging, it was ultimately her cock that was most worthy of note. It was larger than McGonagall's and easily the largest of them all. Evidently, he mystic powers had bestowed upon her a magnificent cock. Before Harry could offer up a wry comment, it was made for him.

"Sybill, spare us and just fuck his throat. It doesn't take a psychic to see that even he would rather that then listen to this," Rolanda interjected, plucking her tongue from Harry's throat and giving his ass a sharp spank, "And I'd be quick in plugging our toy's throat… Otherwise I'm going to find out if he's a screamer."

"I'm a seer, not a psychic. And I have already foreseen him to be a moaner, not a screamer. Open wide dear. The tip is the biggest part," Trelawny added, lowering her hand to Harry's chin and tilting it upwards, supporting it as she brought her cock forwards, resting the tip against his lips. She even went so far as to curl a thumb inside his lip and help him stretch that little bit wider as she guided the head of her throbbing cock; a cock that was in dire need of relief after what was ultimately decades of abstinence. Letting out a sincere and somewhat exaggerated moan, Trelawny, slowly began to push her hips forwards, watching as her cock slipped easily into Harry's mouth. She was right, the head was the biggest part. But that didn't mean that the rest of it was any smaller. His lips were pulled tightly around the thick cock, Trelawny continuing to push forwards, inch by inch, right up until the tip was nestled against the entrance to his throat. In truth, Harry swallowed dutifully simply because he didn't want to hear her added to what she had already said, willing to have her cock plug his throat and fuck his gullet mercilessly than listen to her drawl on and on. Not to mention, he was more concerned about the fact that he could feel the twitching tip of Madam Hooch's cock pressing ever tighter against his asshole.

It didn't take much effort for Madam Hooch to slip inside, his asshole enveloping her cock with ease, fitting itself snugly around her sizable shaft. A moan shook through Trelawny's cock, encouraging her to speed steadily upwards, resulting in Harry being swiftly speared from both ends, fucked in both his holes by massive cocks, all the while his hands were busily stroking along the two cocks to his side, trying not to incur the wrath of the group of teacher's, knowing full well that they were the slightest nudge away from deciding that he could fit two cocks in either of his holes. Madam Hooch took things a lot rough that her mystic counter-part, sliding just enough of her shaft into Harry's clutching rear so that she didn't have to support her cock any long. At that point, she reached across his back, hooked her hands onto his shoulders and slammed her hips forwards, forcing his head to jut forwards and inadvertently swallow the last few inches of Trelawny's cock, his lips pressing against her unshaven crotch, her balls proving to be equally as sizable as the cock thrust down his throat, scratching depths of his gullet he didn't expect to ever be scratched. Whilst Madam Hooch was certainly forthcoming with her initial thrust, she opted for a steadier series of rhythmic movements, drawing her hips back as far as she could without having to shuffle backwards, before hammering herself forwards, savouring the tight clutching depths of his hole and the cute little wriggle his arse gave the moment she sheathed herself again. Completely counter to the rest of the teacher's, Trelawny once again proved her eccentricity, by tightening her hands around Harry's head and holding him tightly in place, keeping his lips pinned against her base, not allowing him to move an inch. Strangely enough, this was more torturous that Harry could have anticipated, with her cock resting against untrained portions of his throat, causing him to cough wildly as she simply swayed her hips back and forth, savouring the tight warm depths of his throat and allowing her cock to essentially stew within those delectable confines.

Having his throat used like that was a new experience for Harry and not one he was particularly thrilled about repeating again. Fortunately for him, it seemed as though Trelawny's fellow faculty members were as equally unenthused with her bringing down the pace of the encounter. Eventually, Pomfrey grew tired of the dough-eyed seer taking her time and brushed the woman to the side, slamming her cock into Harry throat, quickening the pace and tempo, filling the room with the loud slapping of her balls against his chin. What then ensued was as pleasurable as it was exhausting, with Harry being passed around the circle like a toy, his throat being forced into by cock after cock, each teacher liberally fucking his gullet without a passing thought for him, all the while his ass was continuously and consistently driven into by Madam Hooch, her cock being a constant pleasure for Harry, milking his prostate for everything it was worth. One moment, Madam Pomfrey was pounding her cock into his throat, before suddenly dragging it out and handing him off to Professor Sprout, the rounded woman shuffling into view, taking a slow and meaningful pace, making sure she felt every inch of his throat. Next, came Madam Pince, the embittered hag of a woman, grabbing him by the chin and spitting into his face, all before using her cock to smear and spread the spittle across his face, seemingly taking more joy and pleasure from grinding her cock against his face, smacking his face again and again. She seemed to prefer shallower thrusts, only ever dipping into his mouth to clean away her pre-cum, never actually sinking into his throat, and making sure to stretch his cheeks out as much as possible. It was Professor Sinistra and Vector who first decided that Harry's lips were sorely lacking in being properly stretched. Pinching their hips together, their sandwiched their cocks as one, creating a delicious duality of black and white cock, throbbing and pulsating in anticipation of Harry's lips threatening to be torn in two as they forced their way in. They only managed to get a couple inches each inside, but the drooling sticky mess of saliva and pre-cum that they left Harry in was reward enough for their use of him.

And so his treatment went, being fed a different cock every five minutes, his hands bouncing from cock to cock. Unable to tell what came next, he simply let his lips hang open, his eyes rolling listlessly back and forth as he was used and abused. A part of him was infinitely glad that Madam Hooch kept his ass entire occupied, as each of the other teachers would have undoubtedly done a number on him if given access to his clutching asshole. Not aware of how much time had ultimately passed, Harry didn't offer much in terms of thought regarding that. Not until Professor McGonagall stepped in front of him for her fifth go at his mouth. Pushing into his throat, she let out a deep moan, followed by a couple shallow thrusts into the depths of his gullet. At first Harry didn't acknowledge her change in pattern, but he swiftly realised what it meant as a stand of cum splashed against the back of his throat. Pulling back, she continued lather more and more cum down his throat before plucking her shaft from his mouth and spraying copious amounts of cum across his face. The hot substance trickled across his skin as he looked up at her spasming cock, only to bet met with another cock joining her in jerking itself wildly. Unable to discern which it was, Harry was instead treated to another splash of cum as another cock sprayed him with their pent-up load. As the two of them subsided, Harry felt a cock push into his throat. It stretched his lips in such a way that he recognised it as Trelawny. As she settled inside him, she let out a bunch of exaggerated and eccentric moans, unloading her orgasm right into his stomach. It seemed to last forever, until she finally pulled backwards, only for Harry to be immediately assaulted by a barrage of slaps against his face. Madam Pince was evidently back in charge, spreading the cum across his face before adding to it, rendering him even sticker and even more of a mess as the cum painted him almost entirely, the substance dripping down onto his chest as cock after cock sprayed him. Minutes. It lasted minutes. Until finally, the cocks that he was holding in his hands disappeared and he was left with nothing but the strangely familiar and rather comforting feeling of Hooch's cock in his ass. Groaning, he felt her slam forwards, making sure he felt her cock as she added to the sticky mess that Harry was. Falling forwards, Harry slumped against the floor, feeling cum drip from his body as he was left used and abused, his own cock having drizzled several orgasms down his thighs, ultimately contributing to the whole mess.

Harry awoke sometime later, rolling onto his back and discovering that someone had had the kindness to clean him up. Rising to his feet, he noticed that it was becoming dark outside, and whilst night was slowly dawning on the castle, the fun was only just beginning in Harry's personal haven of sexual desires. The common room wasn't nearly as bustling, with the crowds of people having filtered out into the adjoining bedrooms and dorm rooms to continue in somewhat secluded privacy. Not that the common room was completely devoid of any sexual deviancy at all. There were certainly some people lingering around, enjoying the bodies of those they kept company with. As Harry rose to his feet, he glanced around, spotting that Lavender and Parvati had fallen prey to Professor Trelawny, the three of them engaged in some kind of pompous ritual. They were sat cross-legged on the floor, their eyes clamped shut. Slowly, with their eyes remaining shut, the angled themselves towards the cock on their left and dutifully swallowed it, rolling their lips right along to the base. They formed a blowjob triangle, but similarly to Trelawny's previous encounter with Harry, their neglected to move their lips, instead muttering inaudible muffled words. Brushing that aside, Harry noticed that Mrs Weasley had unfortunately found herself in a similar state as Harry. The older witch was resting up against a wall, her face and breasts coated in cum, her lips agape as she slumbered. Obviously, the same person who cleaned him up neglected to do the same to her. The final group was one that Harry didn't expect, but it was a sight he enjoyed nonetheless. Apolline Delacour sat in one of the small reading nooks, her lips pressed against the young and inexperienced lip of Astoria Greengrass, guiding the young girl in gently riding up and down the massive cock of the French beauty. The Slytherin's moans were muffled, but her body was writhing with passion and ecstasy, her cock throbbing against Apolline's stomach, the older woman acting as a diligent teacher in aiding the young girl in taking her first cock of sizable merit. Smirking, Harry's attention was swiftly brought to another group in the room, one that brought a smile to his face. Ginny grinned as he noticed them, the redhead chuckling, "Look who has finally woken up. You recovered yet?"

Gathered around the fireplace were several familiar faces. Hermione, Luna and Ginny were sat on the sofa, their hands steadily moving back and forth across the cocks on either side of them, the three of them jerking one another happily. With a smirk, Harry slipped into one of the large arm-chairs, his own hand dropping to his cock and beginning to busy itself bringing him back to full mast. With a chuckle, he said, "Just about. Who would have thought the teachers had that much of a kinky side…"

"You're lucky they decided to leave you where you were. I was worried that you'd wake up to find them still using you," Hermione laughed as Luna dropped down onto the floor, shuffling in between the two other girls. Both Ginny and Hermione hooked a leg over one another, allowing Luna to shuffle a little closer, taking both of their cocks into her hand and swallowing Hermione with ease, all while flaunting her round little arse to Harry, her cheeks falling apart to reveal her tight and puckered hole.

"Plans for tonight? I reckon you've still got a while before bed…" Ginny asked, leaning back as Luna's lips bounced from Hermione's cock over to hers, the blonde working diligently to please her two friends, her own dick leaking pre-cum down onto the floor beneath her. With a deep breath escaping her lips, Ginny glanced back at Harry and smiled, "Speaking of which; have you decided who is going to join us tonight? It's been a while since we've had Hermione and Luna. Or have the teacher's caught your eye?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'm going to go and have a wander around the dorms. See what everyone is up to," Harry laughed, rising to his feet and making his way over to Ginny. Leaning down, he planted his lips on hers, pulling her into a deep and encompassing kiss. As their lips pulled away, Harry glanced over Ginny's shoulder and murmured, "If you get your mum cleaned up, I think she'll have earned a place in our bed tonight…"

The lecherous grin that flashed across Ginny's face sent a shiver through Harry's body. Whilst that prospect excited both Ginny and Harry, it wasn't exciting enough to get Ginny to abandon the silky sensation of Luna bouncing her lips up and down her cock. With a smirk, Harry turned and made his way towards the stairs to the dormitories. Clambering upwards, he got to the small balcony overlooking the common room and grinned. Susan Bones was bent over the small ledge, her hands stretched out behind her, spreading her pert little ass cheeks so that Fleur Delacour was able to guide her thick and delicious cock deep into the shy and quiet girl's hole. Harry had always seen Susan as well-meaning, keeping to herself largely. Appearing so innocent, he found it difficult to imagine that she could be embroiled in the sexual deviancy that was so awash in the Wizarding World, yet due to the physical necessities of witches, she must be. Even before he knew about their perverse goings on, he had quiet fantasies of girls like Susan ultimately being the true sexual demons of the world, using their quiet demeanour as a front for their cock-hungry antics. And in his personal fantasies, Susan was just that, with Fleur being all too willing to be the cock that freed her from her prudish sensibilities. So much so, that Fleur had hooked her fingers inside of Susan's mouth, stretching her lips wide as she rutted into her ass, using that as a point of leverage to get even deeper into the girl's willing ass, all to a chorus of contorted moans from the pleasure-ridden Hufflepuff whore. No doubt such a sight would never be seen in real life, but seeing Susan used in such a way was nothing short of fantastically naughty. Lingering for a moment, debating on adding to the defilement of the young girl, Harry decided instead to head up the stairs, climbing towards the copious number of dormitories, in search of something perverse and horny. And that was exactly what he found.

Stopping beside the first dorm, he peered inside, his legs almost going weak at what he saw. Katie Bell was the centre-focus of the entire entourage, with her devote love for hard and fast anal being put to the test. Having managed to convince Madam Maxime into letting her test the giantess' massive cock, Katie was now straddling the massive cock, her arse completely and utterly plugged by the humungous cock. It stretched and gaped the young Chaser, but not to a degree that she wasn't used to. After all, she was used to taking both Angelina and Alicia's thick mammoth dicks, often at the same time. However, whilst Katie had seated herself entirely atop the hulking woman's cock, the Headmistress fondling and playing with the young girl's delightfully pliable breasts, there was plenty more going on making the black-haired beauty scream in pleasurable ecstasy. Angelina had managed to drive her cock in alongside Maxime's, their contrasting skin tones making for the most delightful sight as the two of them sawed their cocks in and out of Katie's tight, stretched hole. Put through her paces, Katie displayed just how much of anal fanatic she was as she dutifully allowed the two cocks to ease in and out of her at a rigorous pace, pleasure pounding into her with each momentous thrust. Normally during a double penetration such as this, the person laid on their back with the cock-recipient atop them was forced into motionless inactivity, however, due to her size and strength, Maxime was able to support Katie in such a way that she and Angelina were able to move in tandem, causing a toe-curling amount of pleasure to surge through the Chaser's body. Alicia was nowhere to be found, but that didn't mean that Katie's warped arse was done taking cocks. Yet, perhaps not in the way anyone truly expected.

Harry almost didn't notice them at first, but as his eyes adjusted, her saw their rhythmic thrusting all the same. Adding the symphony of different coloured cocks thrusting into the pale girl's ass, the two figures and their ethereal blue forms were a unique sight to say the least. The lithe, flat-featured figure of Moaning Myrtle was one Harry was all too familiar with, her comparatively smaller cock thrusting in between Maxime's and Angelina's. The second ghostly figure was that of the Grey Lady, a drastically differently shaped woman to that of Myrtle. The Grey Lady was voluptuous to say the least. Her long baggy dress did her no favours in accentuating the natural curves that lay beneath, yet with the garment shirked, her gorgeously plump body was a sight to see. Rivalling the Delacours in shapely perfection, her death had fortunately captured her in the peak of her physical appearance, with her breasts hanging in perfect spheres upon her chest, delightfully plump with round and puffy nipples; a more mature and motherly feature than that of Fleur. Her ass was the perfect heart-shaped, and whilst her hips were moving far to quick for Harry to truly capture her completely cock-length, it seemed she mirrored the Delacours in that department all the same. Before his encounter with Myrtle, the idea of seeing the ghosts of Hogwarts as something worthy of fantasising about had never crossed his mind. But Harry had now learned that not only can ghosts have sex of sorts, they can also offer up a wealth of new situations. So, when he laid eyes on the Grey Lady, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to fuck and be fucked by her. Myrtle had a unique charm, but the Grey Lady was a beautiful ghost to say the least. And where Myrtle excelled in virgin eagerness, the Grey Lady may well have a demurer experienced approach. At least, that was what Harry fantasised. It made sense that the Grey Lady would not only be the physical opposite of Myrtle, but also the opposite in terms of sexual approach.

Katie Bell: the first person Harry had ever seen take four cocks all at once. And in spectacular fashion nonetheless. The complete sight was unbelievable to say the least. Myrtle and the Grey Lady's bodies were merged into a singular form, the two occupying the same space as their cocks drove in and out, their forms overlapping, only ever peeling apart into their singular forms in one particular instance. Their heads twisted in order for their ghostly lips to press together, the two bound together in a sumptuous ethereal kiss. It was strange to watch, yet pleasurable nonetheless. Looking into Katie's pleasure-ridden face, Harry knew just how good it must feel. He had experienced many real cocks inside of him, including two cocks at once, and thus knew the heavenly pleasure that such an experience rendered upon his prostate. And he also knew how weirdly wonderful the sensation of having his prostate occupied by the same space a ghostly cock. Combining those two pleasures together promised and infinitely delightful world of pleasure; one that he was silently wishing he could experience himself. All five of them let out their moans and grunts of pleasure with Myrtle wails of satisfaction crowning everything in their shrill magnificence. Wondering if Katie could fit his cock as well, with a little creative positioning and whatnot, Harry envisioned the culminative pleasure of fucking her heavenly arse, whilst having Myrtle and the Grey Lady shifting their bodies back and forth inside of him, grinding into his prostate as he fucked Katie, all paired with the pleasurable friction blessed upon him by being pinned between the two other cocks; the perfect balance of overwhelming pleasure. The thought was enough to get him close to orgasm, yet Harry didn't want to upset the intricate embrace of the five of them. Nor did he want to silence Katie's squeals of pleasure as she fought to remain conscious through the entire ordeal. Instead, Harry ogled from the doorway, drinking the sight in before convincing himself to leave and make his way further up. Even at the door to the next dorm-room -one that was all too familiar- he could hear the squeals and wailing of those downstairs, the enthralling display of pleasure acting as a siren's song. Instead, he reminded himself of who lay beyond in the next room and decided to push on, knowing full well the personal satisfaction that came from his visits here.

The room was dimly lit, but with a wave of his hand, several candles ignited across the space, revealing the room in its entirety. Harry wasn't one to fantasise over hardcore BDSM, yet this room said otherwise. The walls were littered and layered with different whips, chains, paddles and various other devices used in sexual torture. Not to mention there were dozens of differently shaped dildos and butt-plugs, all of which could be adjusted to the ideal size with a mere movement of his hand. And at the centre of the room, her legs spread wide apart, her hands bound beneath her and her head restrained at the perfect angle for sliding his cock into her throat was the object of his most power-laden fantasies: Petunia Dursley. Her lithe, thin body was a delectable sight when spread apart and rendered entirely at his mercy. Her pert breasts were small and unbefitting a woman of her age, seemingly more size-appropriate to Gabrielle than to her. But, the most interesting aspect of the woman's anatomy, was that of her slick and ready pussy. Strangely enough, the sight of a woman's pussy was as baffling and confusing as it was enticing. He had grown so used to women baring cocks between their thighs, that the sight of her folds was strange to say the least. Especially given how so many of Harry's fantasies prior to learning of witch's anatomy had his fantasises baring pussies. Still, he had had plenty of time to grow accustomed to Petunia's cunt throughout his fantasies and whilst that certainly didn't translate into real life, it made for some luscious lingering thoughts. As to why Petunia bore any form of sexual connotations for Harry was largely down to him spying her in the shower once, butt-naked and with water cascading over his thin form. Being the first woman, he had seen naked, his natural reaction kicked in, and whilst he protested that the sight was nothing short of disturbing, the lingering thought of that sight wove its way into his deepest fantasies, culminating in her being laid bare before him, her cunt at her disposal.

"Good morning Petunia. I trust that my friends treated you well last night. I know that Fleur and Apolline are big, but they are quite gentle at times, I find," Harry commented, grabbing Petunia by the head and shaking her awake. Growling as she turned her head towards him, Harry noticed that she was in no way able to respond. Evidently, the Delacours had tired of her incessant berating and had taken measures to silence her. Those measures being the administering of a gag. Unhooking the leather strap that held it in place, Harry expected a simple ball gag, but with delighted and immensely aroused as he pulled the gag backwards, revealing a long plastic cock that had been lodged in Petunia's throat all night. Inch by inch of soaking wet, saliva-stricken flesh glided out of her throat, until she coughed and spluttered, a mouthful of saliva dripping down her chin as she glared at him. With a smirk, he admired the length of the dildo-gag, silently noting that he should commend the Delacours upon their sheer ruthlessness in regard to putting Petunia through her paces, "My, my… fourteen inches. I didn't think you'd have it in you. Well, obviously you did. Literally that is…"

"Potter. You had better release my right now. I would have any more of you and mutated friends humiliating me like this. You magic folk are all… perverse," Petunia spat, only eliciting a chuckle from Harry as he made his way around to her spread legs. Most people that made use of Harry's resident whore found her unending bitterness to be tiresome and irritating, most making use of the plethora of gags at disposal, Harry found it to be all the better. It was like he was back at Privet Drive being shouted at and hounded for not doing his chores correctly. Only this time, he could shove his cock inside of Petunia's cunt, or bring a firm wooden paddle down on her flat chest, striking it until her breasts burned an all too familiar tinge of red. It was cathartic to say the least, being able to administer such treatment on the despicable woman. Not to mention, he absolutely adored hearing her screaming and wailing as he fucked her. The absolute abhorrence the woman showed for it all was music to his ear given the torment he endured from her. It was the sole reason that she remained utterly defiant in the face of her master whilst people such as Astoria and Narcissa took their duties with a complacent disinterest and disgust, all the while dutifully complying. It was just more fun this way.

"And why would I release you Petunia, when I could just do this?" Harry smiled, lowering his hand down to the woman's asshole, which as usual was fitted with a large butt-plug. Grabbing the plug by the base, Harry slowly pulled it outwards, making sure to never go so far as to take the toy out entire, always keeping Petunia at the peak of having her ass gaped. To his surprise, the Delacours once again made their master of all things sexual, including torture, apparent, having changed the plug for one of a far more considerable size. Harry couldn't even imagine the time and effort it would have taken to get the toy inside Petunia's admittedly tight ass. Despite being here for a great deal of time, Petunia's ass remained as tight as ever. Given the fact she wasn't a witch, she boasted unique sexual capabilities. And whilst most people who fucked her were used to pounding themselves into tight arses, almost none of them had savoured the tight slickness of a pussy. Something which enthralled Harry and was one of the reasons he made a regular stop by every day; just to get his fill of cunt.

"You bastard! Argh!" Petunia growled as he toyed with her ass, all before prodding the toy back into place, watching her hole tighten around the lump of plastic. Not wasting anymore time, and being increasingly conscious of the time lost to his unconscious spat, Harry rose to his feet and shuffled forwards, slapping his cock down against her pussy, loving the warmth emanating from her entrance, her slickness already beginning to coat his dick as he grabbed her thighs, mauling and roughly pulling on what little flesh her bony body had to offer, moaning lightly.

"You're lucky I don't just keep your door open. You'd have a line of people queuing to fuck your worthless cunt. Of course… They'd all be waiting behind me, because…" Harry moaned, drawing his hips back and forth, sawing his cock through the wet folds of her pussy, savouring the way the clung to his cock, beckoning him deeper even if she resented such a notion. As he wound to the end of his statement, he angled his hips perfectly, his tip pressing into the tight entrance of her well-fucked cunt, he slammed himself forwards, burying his entire cock inside of her clutching pussy, letting out an almighty moan as he did so. With a grin plastered across his face, he finished his sentence, "There is nothing I love more than degrading you and your pathetic body."

Petunia's lips fell apart as Harry sheathed himself inside her, once again defiling her body with his cock. Unable to stop him, she gritted her teeth and kept her lips shut, afraid that opening them to spit some venomous words at him would cause her to moan and betray the shivers of pleasure in her body. Pulling his hips back, Harry delighted in the unique sensations of fucking a pussy. The warm wetness was something that completely captivated him, beckoning him to simply do as Trelawny would and sit motionless with his cock submerged. However, it was in the contrast of the delectable warmth and the biting cold of the room that he felt envelop his cock as he slowly drew backwards, that the true pleasure lay. Not to mention, the wet arousal that coated his cock, her cunt and steadily dripped down from her pussy, glistening along the curves of her near-non-existent ass, all combined to create an almighty chorus of slaps whenever he drove forwards. The wet smacking of his flesh against hers was purely orgasmic, causing floods of moans to escape Harry's lips as he eased himself back and forth, winding his cock slowly backwards before powering forwards and relishing the resulting sound. His hands groped and pulled at her body, lightly smacking at any flesh he could grasp, reaching forwards and pinching the tiny excuses of nipples that crowned her near flat chest. The blissful pleasure was enough to make him lose his thoughts and despite his desire to focus on humiliating Petunia, he found himself thinking other more sentimental thoughts.

Not towards Petunia of course. But rather someone like Ginny. The warm embrace of Petunia's cunt was such a mesmerising experience that he couldn't help but wonder just how intense it would feel if shared with someone he didn't genuinely despise. He could only imagine the blissful passion he would feel sawing his cock into Ginny's pussy, the two of them intertwined in a delicate embrace of unique and intense pleasure, paired with the intimate romanticism of such a moment. Such an idea was ultimately short lived and he brushed such feelings of intimacy aside and increased the tempo of his thrust, desperate to get a reaction out of Petunia as he hammered his cock into her pussy, religiously and powerfully pounding himself into her, jack-hammering his cock with an intensity that would curl even Katie's toes. Of course, Petunia eventually broke, her lips parting and begrudged moans escaping her lips as she screamed at him all manner of profanity, not knowing that the abuse catalysed his enjoyment of the situation, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. She hated that she felt any form of pleasure from having him inside of her, but ultimately, her experience with sex was limited her husband, which meant anything larger than a pin was going to have her writhing in ecstasy and pleasurable heaven. As unfortunate a statement as that was, it was the truth. It didn't make it any easier to have Harry ramming his cock into her every day.

As his orgasm neared, Harry knew what he was going to do. There was only one place that he and every single other person he allowed to fuck her ever wanted to cum. And that was deep inside her. The intrinsic taboo was ultimately what excited Harry most of all. His limited knowledge of muggle sex culminated in the basic knowledge that cumming inside a woman resulted in pregnancy. Whilst he didn't want to get Petunia pregnant, the lingering knowledge that she hated every single cumshot that was spurted deep inside her was too good a thing to overlook. That and he had Hermione dose Petunia with an infertility potion every now and again. Unbeknownst to their captive whore, of course. Speeding up his thrusts, Harry's breath began to catch as he pounded away, driving himself closer and closer to a delectable orgasm, every inch of her clutching wet depths driving him closer and closer to the intense end he desperately wanted. Slamming forwards, his orgasm caught him of guard, with a strand of cum spraying forth and splattering Petunia's depths, to a howl of disgust as she was seemingly impregnated by the embodiment of her spite. Continuing to drive himself inside of her, spurting more and more cum into her depths, pushing it further and further into her womb, Harry finally drew his cock out, watching cum leak from her glistening pussy whilst one final strand sprayed across her stomach and breasts, finishing out his daily ritual of getting back at the bitch who made his childhood a misery. There was no finer way in his opinion.

"Well… Petunia. I think that'll do for today. As much as I would love to torment you further, I'll simply make sure to get a couple people to come in and keep you company. Perhaps Madam Maxime…" Harry smiled, bringing his hands down onto Petunia's thighs, watching them barely ripple in response. Wondering just what Madam Maxime would do to Petunia's body was something beyond enticing yet was something that Harry would prefer to get a front-row seat for. Perhaps he would wait until another time. His musing however was sharply and suddenly interrupted by Petunia launching into another bout of insults.

"You let me go right now, or I will make sure the rest of your worthless existence is hell on…" Petunia began, only for Harry to immediately tire of her exuberant and endless ranting. Grabbing the dildo-gag that Apolline had affixed, Harry swiftly plunged the head of the toy into Petunia's mouth, steadily pushing it deeper and deeper, breaking past what few defences, the older woman had and finally sheathing the entire toy inside of her gullet. Fastening It in place, he paused a moment, passing his hand over her mouth and watching her throat bulge outwards slightly as a result, the woman coughing and spluttering wildly, saliva dribbling down her chin as she did. With a smirk, Harry turned and made his way to the door, extinguishing the candles as he went, closing the door and locking it behind him, all the muffled screams of the restrained older woman.

Making his way steadily up the stairs, Harry wound his way up to the next floor, in which he found a curious sight to say the least. Once again, he could see Cho Chang, yet not prostrating herself in a desperate attempt to have Harry's cock sheathed inside of her. Instead, she was clad in similar black clothing as she was when Harry had a threesome with her and Cedric. Her dominatrix outfit. Similarly, to that threesome, Cedric was also in the room, the boy dutifully on his knees, his hands bound behind his back. This time, Harry looked favourably on the scene, knowing just what the boy got out of the arrangement. However, they weren't alone. Due to this being an amalgamation of all his sexual fantasies, with everyone he had ever shed a passing sexual thought about taking a place within his mind, there were some people that he kept sequestered away from the main body of people, not wanting their naked bodies lingering in his mind for too long as a result of him not being quite comfortable with openly thinking about them in a sexual context. Also, on their knees, restrained in similar ways to Cedric and equally at Cho's mercy, was Ron. Having not only seen him naked, but fucked him in the ass, it only made sense for him to appear amidst his fantasies, as begrudging as Harry was to that reality. Beside him knelt his two twin brothers, their naked bodies lingering from the exceptional gangbang of Pansy Parkinson they all shared. Viktor Krum, unfitting to his personality, also knelt there, having earned his place from the pampering session the Champions had in the Prefect's Bathroom. And finally, Neville; a strange one given he hadn't actually seen Neville naked, but knowing that Ginny had had sex with him gave him cause to envision his dopey friend in such a situation.

All six of them knelt before Cho, their lips stretched open, ready to be fed their mistress' cock. Marietta, as such, had shifted her unwavering devotion to that of Cho's ass, burying herself between those heavenly cheeks, smothering herself in the rounded juicy flesh of the Asian. Watching Cho move with such composure and purpose was utterly enthralling given her usual quiet demeanour. Roughly seizing the head of her preferred plaything, she'd thrust the head of her cock into their mouth, expecting immediate satisfaction and adoration of her cock, guiding and forcing their lips down her shaft where she had to. Having started with Krum, she grabbed his shaven head with both hands, forcing his lips down as his inexperienced throat refused to give away, yet with enough effort, she finally broke through, the stoic man reduced to a coughing, spluttering, quivering mess, his throat bulging with her massive length. As soon as she had broken through, she launched into a series of sultry, slick and loving thrusts, lightly fucking his throat with perfect fluid movements, rocking her hips back and forth as Marietta fought to keep up. Finally plucking her cock from his throat, Cho forced Krum to kiss the tip, her hands growing increasingly rougher until the hulking brute of a man finally succumbed and pressed his lip dutifully against the tip. Harry wasn't one for her rougher treatment, at least not when he imagined himself at her mercy, yet there was something so captivating with the transformation Cho exhibited. The confidence and sultry allure she displayed as she grabbed the twin's heads and forced them to sandwich her cock, the girl sawing her shaft back and forth between their pursed lips, fucking them without a care for their protestations, her balls smacking across their chins as she pounded away. It was delightful to say the least. And then, when she took up position in front of Cedric, the boy happily and easily engulfing her entire cock, his own dick twitching and quivering with each thrust she made, his body reacting the rougher and firmer she got. It was so perfect that Harry wanted to join in, wanted to step inside and expand the delectable threesome the three of them shared; that delightfully and deliciously pleasurable night. Such heavenly sensations. All before… Snapping back, Harry closed the door quietly and turned towards the staircase, swiftly and steadily making his way upstairs and to the next room, brushing aside what he had seen and thought just then.

Making his way further up the stairs, Harry came to the top floor of the tower and stopped as his hand rested on the doorway to the final room. The door creaked slightly open and he heard the sounds of wet slapping coming from inside, various giggles and the sounds of delectable sexual antics; yet his attention was drawn elsewhere. The tower only had a single dorm room on each and every floor, yet with his hand resting on the door handle to that room, his attention was drawn to the end of a short corridor and to another additional door. He had climbed this tower countless times before; day in day out, exploring the countless sexual fantasies that littered its sprawling space, and yet that door had never been there. Or if it had, he had failed to notice it. However, such an eventuality seemed unlikely. But that didn't change the fact that it was very much there. Curious, Harry closed the door in front of him, begrudgingly deny himself that luxurious sight of discovering what sexual deviancy the remaining girls were up to and made his way towards the new doorway. Everything about it exuded a familiar comfort, as if it held a special and deep place in his heart. As his hand rested against the wood, his body relaxed, all the tension in his muscles ceasing to exist, a warm feeling of nostalgia sweeping across him and delightful sensation of austere calm taking hold. Breathing deeply, he pushed forwards on the door and watched it effortlessly shift open, revealing a small staircase that presumably led to one of the small adjoining towers that jutted outwards from the roof-top. Each step he took was building within him a sense of purpose and place. Nothing felt more perfect as he climbed the stairs, the cold wooden steps steadily being replaced with lush carpeted floors, climbing and piquing to a room above, and a smell of perfume that seemed so distant and familiar, yet decided unplaceable. Growing more curious by the moment, he finally wound his way to the room at the top, his smile curling across his lips as he saw who waited for him.

In the moonlight cast through the window, Harry saw the figure of a naked woman facing away from him, her body so perfect in its proportions that he found himself stunned. Embodying the perfect balance between stunning plumpness displayed by the Delacours, and the rounder nature of Hermione and Ginny, the woman was beautiful to say the least. Her round ass, not quite heart-shaped, but holding a more apple-like curve, round, plump and juicy, was captivating in its silhouetted allure. From behind, Harry could see the bulging spheres that were her breasts, holding the plumpness of Mrs Weasley's aging bust, but with the shapely perfection of Apolline's tits. Her skin was a pale and illustrious white, creamy and alluring in its unblemished brilliance. Cascading down her back, her hair had two thin braids woven through a wavy cascade of free-flowing auburn hair; not as fiery as the Weasley's, yet with the familiar red tinge he had grown so used to over the past year. Her legs were clasped together, her thighs curving in tandem with her hips, her figure growing more enthralling with each moment he continued to explore her delectable body. The familiarity and distinct memories paired with the figure lingered in Harry's mind, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't place it. That was, until the woman glanced over her shoulder, a warm smile stretched across her beaming face, a familial stare lingering in the softness of her eyes, capturing Harry's heart and freezing him in place, his lips shaking as he let forth a single breathless word, "Mum…"

"Hi there sweetie. I was wondering when you'd find me…" Lily smiled sweetly, turning entirely to face Harry, the boy awestruck by the sight he was seeing. Less that his mother was naked, but rather that she was there at all. It didn't cross his mind that he had sexually fantasised about his mother in the past -he having spent many days perusing his family photo-album, noting his mother's beauty on several occasions-, as he was too focussed on seeing her in the flesh. All of her. Her breasts from the front were a sight to behold, even if Harry was consumed otherwise at the time, with her age seeming only to enhance the bountiful nature of her breasts, both of which were capped of with round puffy nipples, hardened in the cool air of the room. Her flat, taut stomach rolled down into a nest of auburn hair that crowned her cock. Sizable to say the least, it was the least of Harry's concerns as he stood there, listless and oblivious to the fact that he was frozen in place. It was only when his mother spoke again that his limbs seemed to regain their ability to move, "Aren't you going to come and give me a hug?"

And with that, Harry staggered across the room, pulling his mother close, the feeling of her naked body against his being nothing but comforting. Her arms pulled him closer, his chest pressing against hers, the pillowy nature of her breasts drawing him deeper, sinking him closer and closer. His cock was thrust against hers, yet both remained soft for that brief and intimate moment, silence claiming the room. Nothing needed to be said for it would only ruin the moment. It was picturesque. Exactly as Harry had envisioned it in his mindless daydreams. All aside from their nudity; a fact that seemed completely lost on the both of them as they appreciated the strange means by which such a reunion was made, even if it was all a dream in the back alleys of his mind, one that would be lost to the vast sepulchres of Harry's psyche, never to be dwelled upon again in any meaningful way. Ultimately, in that moment, none of it matter. That moment, as flimsy a reality as it was, was enough.

Pulling her head away from his shoulder, Lily smiled at him, before leaning forwards, her movements purposeful and with intent. Before Harry realised, he felt his mother's lips against his, the woman's tender embrace and soft lips melting his defences and rendering him putty in her hands. The fact that it was his mother flashed throughout his mind, but it didn't soften the sweetness of the moment, nor prompt him to stop. As their lips pressed together, Harry felt her moan softly, the closeness of their bodies suddenly dawning upon him. The imprint of her breasts against his chest became noticeable, two pinpricks pressing against his skin. Her nipples, hardened, poked into his skin as her lips grew more intense, her hands continuing to hold him close. Suddenly, he felt something between his legs. A hardness, steadily growing. Yet it wasn't his own cock, but rather the massive shaft of his mother, pulsating against his own crotch as she held him close, her breath quickening as her enjoyment was made explicit and clear. Her shaft rose steadily, hardened fast and considerably, revealing how aroused she was and revealing the sheer size and scope of her dick. Before he knew what was happening, his mother's hand had dropped to his lower back, pulling his crotch against hers as she lightly ground her crotch into his, thrusting her cock between his thighs, lightly. It was all so sudden and so intimate, that the wrongness of the situation didn't dawn on him. The idea that he would fantasise about his own mother in such lewd and sexual situations screamed in every facet to be wrong: to be perverse. However, her body against his, the warmth of his skin pressed against him, the growing arousal of both himself and her; all of it felt so… right. Almost as if she could rear his mind, Lily pulled away with a salacious smile, her motherly warmth betraying itself to lustful intent, "Sweetie… You know why I'm here. Why we're naked. I've missed you dearly. And I know you've missed me the same. But now is no time to be thinking thoughts we can think on our own. Now is the time share something we can only share here. Now tell me son… Do you want to fuck me? Or shall I fuck you?"

"Mum?" Harry stammered, looking into her eyes, startled by the words coming from her mouth, and surprised by the quiver of arousal that surged through his cock from them. Watching his mother chuckle to herself as she bowed her head, Harry struggled to find the words to respond, not quite sure which ones he would use to respond if he could muster the courage at all. His cock, now half-hard and no longer pressed against his mother's, ultimately gave away what he was thinking. Slowly, it began to rise, his eagerness towards the situation becoming more and more apparent the longer his eyes wander his mother's voluptuous form.

"Not sure yet? Well… I'll let you think it over," Lily smiled, leaning in and pecking Harry on the lips before she turned around and went towards the bed in the room. Not sure what she meant by that, Harry quickly realised as she grabbed a pillow from the covers and returned to him, dropping it down in front of him and sinking onto her knees. Wide eyed and enamoured by the moment, Harry watched as his mother's hands swept along his legs, gliding upwards and collecting in their tender grasp, his cock and balls. One hand began to lightly squeeze his shaft, slowly encouraging it to throb and harden, growing to its considerable length whilst the other hand busied itself groping and massaging his sensitive balls, the older woman silently marvelling at their weight and fullness, despite having been emptied recently. Her son's virility was of immense pleasure to Lily as she looked up at him with a flash of her sumptuous eyes, her delightfully promiscuous and sultry smirk coupled with her motherly attentiveness; a combination that aroused Harry to a surprising degree, his throbbing cock-head beginning to leak pre-cum as his mother continued her diligent fondling. With each pump and twist of her long, slender fingers, his tip grew progressively glossier, with more and more pre-cum seeping from his tip, coating the purplish flesh and lubing it to a deliciously slick shimmer. Harry could see his mother salivating at the sight, her plump red lips growing glossier in tandem with his cock, her tongue eager and ready to deliver a sumptuous oral experience. The sight was too intense for Harry to ignore. His own mother, cradling his dick, her pillowy breasts plumped beneath the entire scene, all coupled with the sublime emotion of seeing his mother again, all of with peaked into an overwhelming nature as Lily finally satiated her grown hunger to taste her son.

Leaning forwards, she pressed her lips softly against his cock, the gloss of her lips being layered over by the slick pre-cum of her son's cock. Pulling back, her tongue fluttered out, curling across her lips, tasting the musky deliciousness Harry's pre-cum, savouring it in its entirety and instilling deep within Lily a hunger for more. This time, when she leant forwards, she clasped her lips around the head, softly suckling on the engorged tip, cleaning it of all pre-cum and instead lathering the bulb of flesh with saliva, coating it liberally with her tongue as her son's heavy breathing sounded above her, encouraging further. A moan finally escaped Harry's lips as the tip of her tongue curved around the sensitive fringes of the purplish head, sending a shiver along his spine and forcing Harry to succumb to the satisfying pleasure of his mother's oral gymnastics. Confident of her son's desire, she flattened her tongue against the base of her mouth and angled her head downwards. Before Harry knew it, she had pushed her lips downwards, her mouth engulfing his cock in one swift moment. One second, her lips were sandwiched around his tip, the next, her nose was buried in the wild tufts of hair above his cock, her throat bulging with her son's manhood, his heavy, churning balls resting against her chin. The sight of his mother's lips stretched around the base of his cock, her big, deep eyes staring up at him, her tongue curling and darting around his cock, her throat tightening and clenching around his shaft, the sight of her apple-shaped ass framed behind her, her cheeks falling apart and hinting at the pleasurable depths within, her plump breasts plumped even further by his mother's arms pinching together, pushing them up and outwards: all of it was the definition of intensity. His moans were no longer his to control, letting out a flurry of wild and unhampered groans, his hips pushed lightly forwards, hungering for more from his mother, desperate to have her suckle and gorge herself on his cock.

And gorge herself was exactly what Lily did. The kempt and motherly looks that she had given Harry from the pages of their photo-album devolved into perverse and passionate deepthroating. Breathless, Harry watched as his mother pulled her lips slowly backwards, dragging them along his cock, keeping his shaft nice and clean of saliva, only the slightest glisten remaining. As she arrived back at his tip, her tongue bathed it in swathes of movement, peaking the intensity, before she once again engulfed his entire cock. Only, Lily didn't stop there. As he lips rested around the base of Harry's cock, she pulled back again and unleashed a series of quick bobs, slurping her lips along the bottom half of his cock, her clean and measured approach devolving into a slick and messy suckling. After those first bounces, she slipped his cock back in its entirety into her throat, her lips pressed tightly against his base. Repeating those movements, she cleaned his cock of saliva each time she drew back towards his tip, retaining her composure in those moments before she let out a wild flurry of animalistic desires, slobbering over his cock intensely. Completely taken aback by the display, Harry felt his mother's desire, with each deep and guttural groan that shudder through the length of his dick, the wet slap of his balls against her chin, and the loving stare that came from her eyes. Each cycle of movements become progressively wilder and more unkempt, her demeanour shifting to a cock-hungry animal the more time her throat was plugged full of Harry's delicious cock. Her own shaft pulsated between her thighs, her ass begging, begging to be filled, her prostrating moaning from deep within her, her desire colouring her movements. Eventually, she drew her lips back towards his head, and instead of taking him back into her throat in one quick movement, she pushed her lips down to his base and lathered his cock with as much saliva as possible, pulling her lips back to reveal a glistening and gleaming cock. Plucking her lips from his dick, she lifted a hand and smeared the substance back and forth with a few tactical jerks, her chin slick and shimmering from her moment of wild movements. Staring at his cock with intense lust, she snapped out of her animalistic desires and flashed her motherly eyes up at her son, all before answering the question she had asked him minutes before, not even bothering to accept what he thought, "Come on then. Come fuck mummy In her ass…"

Rising up onto her feet, Lily strode towards the bed, the sway in her ass nothing but sexually exciting. Everything about her was so… sensual. So attractive, so alluring. Every movement she made was purposeful. Perhaps, deep down, Harry knew his mother was a deviant. Knew that she was promiscuous. Knew that she was sexual at heart. However, such notions would never be made aware to him as Lily reclined on the bed and spread her legs apart, pulling herself backwards far enough to flaunt her tight, puckered ass. The sight of that winking hole broke any hesitation in Harry's mind. As he looked up from it, he was met with his mother, lightly stroking her cock as she waited In eager anticipation. And Harry wasn't going to keep her waiting. Staggering over to the bed, Harry clambered up on top, leaning over his mother, staring into her eyes as she pulled him down for a kiss, hooking her legs around his waist and pulling them together, their cocks sliding and slipping against one another, the throbbing sensation of their paired flesh prompting both of them to moan into one another's lips. Harry's hand grabbed the base of his cock, angling it towards his mother's asshole, expecting a tight fit. Instead, he was met with an absorbing pleasure, her ass easily spreading apart to accommodate the bulbous head of his cock. Within seconds, her flexing hole and stretched itself around his head, holding him in place and bringing the both of them to part their lips, resting their foreheads together as they savoured the simple satisfaction of the initial penetration. Their hot breath intermingled as Harry began to thrust forwards, slowly and steadily driving his cock deep into his mother's ass, sinking inch by inch into the tight and unfathomable depths of her sumptuous clutching arse. He barely noticed each inch as it slipped inside, as the overpowering blissful sensation claimed every sense he had, plunging him into a world of heaven. As he bottomed out, his balls lightly slapping against her round plump ass cheeks, the soft wet smack of flesh against flesh filling his ears, he was met with a guttural moan of pleasure emanating from his mother's lips, the woman throwing her head back as an itch was scratched deep within her. And being fucked by her son made it all the sweeter. Not to mention his cock was thick and throbbing. Exactly what she wanted and needed; paired with a sense of pride for her son's manhood.

"Fuck me, son… Fuck mummy…" Lily moaned as she leaned backwards into the bed, spreading her arms apart as she relished the feeling of every single rigid inch of her son's cock inside of her. Not one to take such an order and do nothing, Harry pulled his hips back, savouring the slick silkiness of his mother's rear entrance, loving every sensation that hugged his cock as he drew backwards, right up until only the bulbous head of his cock was captured inside of her depths. His instincts were to pound his mother's ass hard and fast, giving her a good rutting, yet, as he looked at the pleasure-ridden face of his mother, he felt a more intimate approach was necessary. Slowly, he thrust forwards, sinking himself into her tight ass, letting the light smack of his balls against her ass echo in the room, his low laboured breathing emanating across Lily's face as he lost himself amidst the signs of pleasure across her lips. Continuing to shift himself back and forth, he fucked her, making love to his mother with such purpose and intensity. The sumptuous feeling of her warm embrace pulled him deeper and deeper down a rabbit hole. Moans filtered from their lips as they leant closer, their lips lightly touching, their moans quickly becoming lost amidst one another's lips, their embrace speaking more to the first sexual experience of lovers as opposed to family; yet neither commented on it, simply loving the way the other reacted to their movements. Harry loved the way his mother's back arched, pushing her throbbing cock into his stomach, her breasts pushing up against his chest, whilst Lily loved the heaving movements of the strong and dominant lover, driving his cock into her clutching ass, pounding away at her rounded rear end, making love to her with purposeful powerful movements. Her prostate wept pleasure whilst her cock pulsated, sandwiched between their bodies in the tight pocket of flesh created by their intimate embrace.

It didn't take long for the pleasure to cloud Harry's better judgement, allowing his mind to be mired amidst the innate pleasure of fucking his own mother. Soon, his mind lost itself. No longer was he simply fucking his mother. No, he was ravishing her. Soon enough, his eyes lowered themselves to the innate and lustful desire that he truly lusted for: the plump and juicy brilliance of her breasts. Never missing a thrust or a beat of his sinking hips, Harry's hands dropped to her round breasts, clasping them in his grasp and fondling them, his thumbs moving around her nipples in tandem with his thrusts. Lily, consumed by the pleasure she was feeling and the sensation of her son's cock within her ass, threw her head back and moaned, taking the pleasure eagerly, wanting nothing more than her son playing and fondling her breasts, sinking his digits into their plump and malleable form. Harry did just that, squeezing and groping them in all their squashy magnificence, each squeeze being magnified by the timely thrusts into her tight ass. Swiftly, her lips went down to greet the softly and silky flesh, pressing against her breasts, sending shivers through both her and his bodies. Finding her nipples, Harry latched his lips onto one, biting and nibbling on it amidst intermittent laps and licks of his tongue, driving his mother wild with pleasure, his eyes constantly watching her face as it contorted through a series of moans and grins of pleasurable satisfaction. Strangely enough, nothing brought Harry more pleasure in that moment than pleasuring his mother. Each shift of her body, each arching of back, each breathless encouragement she gave him for him to go faster and deeper: all of it culminated in the feelings of orgasm intensifying within Harry, bringing him closer and closer to his explosive end. His first orgasm shared with his mother; something he hoped would be shared again and again, over countless intense fuck-sessions. He could already envision their next one and all the intense and wild things they would get up to amidst constant peaks of pleasure.

Unfortunately for Harry and Lily, the intimacy of their first fuck got the better of their libidos and their stamina. Both Harry and Lily found their bodies inching closer and closer to cumming, Harry thrusts becoming stunted as the bursts of pleasure peaked. His mother's hands rested on his hips, encouraging each of his thrusts to plumb as deep as possible inside of her, wanting to milk all possible sensational pleasures that she could out of his rigid manhood. Each resonant thrust drove her orgasm closer, with her prostate surging with pleasure, each rhythmic thrust driving her mad with satisfaction, until her pleasure finally overcame her stamina and she came, spraying her load across her own stomach and chest, cum splattering and smearing across Harry's chest as a result. The feeling of being painted with his mother's cum, the slick stickiness of their continued grinding and movement, coupled with all the overwhelming emotions of the situation, brought him swiftly to his end, slamming his hips forward abruptly for the last time, his tip twitching deep within her. Round after round of cum poured forth and into her clutching depths, Lily moaning loudly as her prostate was bathed it the warm, slick substance, even more pleasure being flooded through her from her son's orgasm. Their bodies remained tightened together, cumming in unison for several minutes, until their dicks began to soften, their balls drained and their end met. Rolling beside his mother, Harry laid there, breathless and quite unable to fathom what had just happened. Even if was a fantastical dream, he had just fucked his mother. He had pounded his mother's ass for half an hour, fucking and sucking on her tits as he did so. And… he had fucking loved it. Nothing could quite compare to the sultry brilliance of engaging in such an act with his mother. And deep down, he knew she felt the same. That lecherous grin on her lips spoke just as much.

"Mmm… That was quite the performance," Lily smirked, rolling onto her side and hooking a leg inside her son's. A wave of her hand cleaned away any trace of cum from both their bodies, rendering them sparkling clean as they once again pulled themselves together, Harry's heart racing as he calmed himself down.

"I never thought I'd fuck my mum…" Harry breathed, unable to fathom the fact that he had done such a thing. Deep down, he told himself it was alright. That Molly Weasley had said that she and Ginny had done things together meaning that the major mother figure in Harry's life essentially made it alright. It didn't make it any easier to justify it then and there however. Even if it was in a fantasy.

"But you imagined it, didn't you? It's okay… I imagined being with my mother," Lily comforted him, running her fingers across his chest, propping herself up on her elbow as she did so, watching Harry's chest rise and fall with steady rhythm.

"I don't want to leave here…" Harry breathed, the honesty and sincerity in his voice being nothing but warming to Lily as she let a smile curl across her face, her arm snaking across her boy's chest and pulling herself close to him, the warmth of their bodies pressed together igniting sensations of bliss across their bodies.
"You don't have to," she replied, pressing her lips against his shoulder before resting her head beside his, her eyes staring up into the beams of the roof above, losing herself amidst the moment, feeling her son's body beside hers. It was heaven if ever she knew of it.

"But I do. Everyone is waiting down there for me. Unless…" Harry breathed, pushing up onto his elbows and looking over at Lily, the answer seeming so obvious, "You come with me? Why you're stuck up here, I don't know… Come downstairs. I'll introduce you to Ginny?"

"The girl that captured my son's heart? I'd love nothing more," Lily beamed, watching as Harry leapt off the bed and rushed to the door like a giddy child on Christmas day. Grinning from ear to ear, he offered his hand to Lily, the voluptuous redhead springing of the bed, her own excitement mirrored in her son's face. Clasping his hand, she followed him out of the door and wound down the stairs, past all the now empty rooms and down into the common room. Everyone had gathered there to hear who would be joining Harry up in his personal bedroom, yet as they all turned, they were instead met with both Harry and the soft smiling features of a mysterious redhead.

"Well… erm… Everyone, this… this is my… my mother, Lily. Mum… this, this is well everyone," Harry beamed, his cheeks blushing as everyone slowly parted, their eyes running up and down Lily as she and Harry passed through. It was rare that a new person joined their perverse little sect, let alone one with such an intimate connection to one of them. As Harry neared the front of the crowd, he spotted Ginny waiting towards the stairs to their bedroom, waiting with an astounded look on her face. Practically racing over to her, abandoning his mother's hand to go for hers, Harry brought her forwards, "And mum… Well, this is Ginny. Ginny, my mum…"

"It's… so good to actually meet you Ginny. You are… everything I would have imagined," Lily smiled, the meaning behind her words known only to her, yet going unnoticed by everyone else as she clasped one of Ginny's hands and gently shook it.

"And you, Mrs Potter… Lily… No need to be formal, I guess. I suppose you and Harry have… caught up, so to speak?" Ginny smirked, both the Potters looking at one another with a slight blush to their cheeks, "Does this mean you'll be joining us this evening?"

"Joining you?" Lily asked, a little confused, prompting Harry to step forwards and explain, turning to the rest of the eager looking people all keen not only to get a good long look at the admittedly beautiful woman that had suddenly appeared, but also hear the plans for this evening.

"Yes. Join us. We, every evening, decide who'll come up with me and Ginny to the master bedroom. We all typically choose one additional person and I believe Mrs Weasley, Ginny's mother will also be joining us in choosing someone, which will make it an eight-some of people," Harry explained, noting that Molly was standing at Ginny's side. Turning to his mother, he asked, "Would you like to pick first, mum?"

"Oh me? Well this is quite the decision. There are so many people in your little harem… I suppose, based purely upon looks and not knowing a single name… erm, I would have to pick the rather stunning looking blonde woman over there," Lily stammered, looking through the see of flesh and naturally pointing towards Apolline Delacour; the most typically beautiful woman amongst them.

"Ah, mon ami… I like zis one already," Apolline purred to those around her, stepping through the crowd and politely clasping Lily's hand in her own, "Ze pleazure is all mine. Ma name is Apolline Delacour. I trust you won't regret your decision…"

"Oh… French…" Lily breathed, a little taken aback by the sultry voice that escaped from the woman's lips as she joined the ranks of their personal evening orgy. Blushing slightly, Lily glanced back and noticed Apolline openly admiring her arse, with any degree of kempt in her mannerisms. She was this close to reaching out and giving it an squeeze of Delacour approval.

"Well, I suppose then… I'll have to choose my good friend Luna. Care to join us?" Ginny added, breaking Luna out a daze, the blonde grinning eagerly as she bounced over towards the group, taking her place beside Ginny. Lily, curiously, heard the girl in a rather dreamy voice whisper to Ginny as to who the new redheaded chick was, only eliciting stifled giggles from Ginny in response.

"And I'll pick Astoria," Mrs Weasley called out, watching the flash of horror run across Daphne's lips, and notice the squeal of delight from both Apolline and the young blonde. The Slytherin rushed forwards before her sister could stop her and sank in between Apolline and Molly, the two milfs smirking as the girl displayed outright eagerness to join them.

"And I… seeing the sea of blonde and red joining us, will ask Hermione to join. Could use an old friend with us tonight," Harry added, watching Hermione's face light up. She had hoped that Harry would do just that. It was seeming to be a rather intimate group he was constructing, with a few outliers in Apolline and Astoria, yet she wouldn't have been able to live with him if he took Ginny and Luna up there without her. And Ginny was right; it had been a long time since the four of them had been together, "And that is that. Well, goodnight everyone. Enjoy your evenings. Erm, Madam Maxime! If you, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sinistra would like to pay a visit to Mrs Dursley then you three may. She's all wet and ready for you!"

"Dursley? As in Petunia? She's here?" Lily leant in to him, a grin contorting on her face as Harry nodded, "Oh, what I wouldn't give to do some unspeakable things to her… That little bitch… Always looking down on me for who I was…"

"Well, you are free to look down on her all you want another time. Or look at her in any angle you choose. The set-up is very flexible. Come on… I can't wait for you to get to know Ginny, Luna and Hermione," Harry smiled, grabbing his mother's hand and pulling her to follow him up the stairs, with the others having already led the way. Winding their ways up the small and narrow staircase, they quickly ascended to Harry's personal bedroom, pushing inside and immediately being met with a variety of delights. The spread of women that had been chosen were all particularly unique in their tastes and sexual experience, with all of them moving into the room as if it were their own. Ginny and Luna had already retreated to the bed, with the redhead cluing Luna in on who the mysterious new woman was. Hermione meanwhile got Astoria accustomed with the room and the space, noting the younger girls hesitance in this new world of delights, with the blonde quickly warming to things, her cock hardening in sheer arousal of getting to do more than stand at her sister's side all day. Mrs Weasley had made her way over to the vast cabinet of sex toys and was plucking out a selection for use that evening, whilst Apolline had begun to stoke the fire, lightly heating a basin of scented massage oil over the fire; her proclivity for all things slick and slippery immediately taking Lily's interest. She had evidently not only chosen the most beautiful woman in the room, but the most interesting sexually. At least in what she was displaying so far. And, she was French.

"So how do we go about this, sweetie?" Lily asked as he and Harry made their way towards the bed, drawing the attention of everyone else. Apolline lowered the basin of warmed oil towards the bed, resting it on a small pedestal beside it, whilst Mrs Weasley used a flick of her wrist to send the toys she had chosen to a small basket beside the pedestal. Both of the older women made their way onto the bed, joined swiftly by Hermione and Astoria, all of them waiting for Harry's response.

"Well… We do whatever we really want. The night is ours," Harry said, the murmurs of agreement sounding from everyone else as he rested on the side of the bed, Lily joining him with a salacious smile on her face, "Is there anything you want to see, mum?"

"I want to see my son make love to his girlfriend," Lily purred, getting a few nods from everyone else. Bowing his head and agreeing, Harry made his way over to Ginny, the redhead looking at him with her deep alluring eyes. Leaning forwards, Harry rested his hands on her hips, the two of them kneeling facing one another. Slowly, Harry leant forwards, moving with a slow intimacy, intending on doing exactly as his mother wished: make love to his girlfriend. Ginny had other ideas. Threading a hand through his wild mop of hair, she grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him into a sudden and deep kiss, her tongue instantly plunging into his throat as she pulled his body towards his. With a single sweep of her movements, Harry's idea of a slow and romantic display for everyone else was immediately thrown to the side in lieu of a powerful and animalistic embrace of pure passion. Unable to stop Ginny from going down this path, Harry ultimately succumbed to it, his tongue weaving into Ginny's mouth, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her crotch towards his own, their cocks battling and smacking together, their hot racing breath causing them to part their lips occasionally to allow their pleasure driven moans to escape their mouths. The atmosphere in the room got decidedly hot and heavy, their moans becoming the catalyst which ultimately drove everyone else into a wild and sexual frenzy of delights. Once again commanding control of the embrace, Ginny pushed Harry onto his back, all the while keeping their lips pressed firmly together. Straddling him, she writhed atop him, grinding her ass down onto his crotch, loving the way his cock carved between her ass cheeks, tentatively pushing up against her asshole, a small amount of pressure away from being immediately sheathed inside of her. A part of Ginny wanted to submit in that moment, yet another part wanted to display to Harry's mother just how much of a butt-slut Harry could be when the right cock had been plunged inside his clutching arse.

Moaning at the sight of Harry and Ginny going at it, Lily began to lightly stroke her cock, watching their bodies thrust together. Quickly, she was joined by Molly, the two of them looking on with perverse admiration at their two children grinding and writhing together. Slowly, their own hands dropped from their own cocks and instead wrapped around the other's shaft, with Molly and Lily beginning to steadily jerking one another off, their other hands beginning to grope and fondle the other's bodies, growing acquainted with their equally plump bodies. Whilst Lily was more toned and well-formed, she was a little bustier. However, she lacked the motherly allure that Molly boasted. Lily looked more like the idealised Milf persona attributed to the group by porn, whilst Molly held a more legitimate plumpness to her body. Either way, there wasn't a person in the room that would bother to hold one as more attractive than the other as everyone was just as willing to be smothered between either of their arse cheeks regardless of how well-formed they were. Soon enough, attention towards the initial impetus of the evening dwindled, and people peeled away from Harry and Ginny to find their own sources of intimate pleasure. Molly and Lily's lips could no longer hold their own, with their mouths quickly clashing together, their wild red hair accentuating the creaminess of their skin, their bodies quickly beginning to press together amidst luscious moans of pleasure. Turning to face one another, they brought their bodies together, their breasts fighting for dominance, each trying to envelop and swallow the other's massive bust, all the while their puffy round nipples sank into the delicate embrace of soft spilling flesh. It was all a pleasurable and scintillating grind, with their cocks growing harder and harder by the second.

The final smaller segment of their kinky orgy was comprised of the other half of participants. Led by Apolline, the other three girls found themselves a small portion of the bed and went to work. Thrilled to simply be there, Astoria allowed herself to be positioned and placed by the other girl's, simply being keen to experience the pleasures that had been kept from her for so long. And Apolline, well aware of the young girl's inexperience and desire to have some of the most erotic and sublime experiences imaginable, encouraged her to lay on her stomach, resting her head on her arms. Enlisting the air of the two other girls, Hermione and Luna, Apolline brought the cradle of warmed scented massage oil closer to the bed. Sinking their hands into the substance, all three of them brought their oiled palms across to Astoria and began to immediately work. Running their hands along every inch of their body, they provided and intense and sensual experience, massaging her thighs, ass and back, making sure she gleamed and glistened with oil, her entire body coated in the substance. The sensual caress of their hands wove a spell across her body, causing the young blonde's eyes to roll closed, their enchanting bliss and simplicity of the six-hands massage making for an immensely pleasurable experience. Beneath her, her cock leaked pre-cum onto the sheets below, her shaft throbbing with each pass that the ladies made across her petite figure. There was only so much space that they could run their hands across, and so it felt like every single inch of her body was being massaged all at once, with at least one hand being on every aspect of her at the same time. Naturally, Apolline focussed her attention on the rounded little bum cheeks of the young blonde, ensuring that every inch of those cheeks were lathered in oil, whilst Luna worked on her legs. Hermione took her back and shoulders, knowing full well that when it came time for Astoria to roll onto her back, she would be placed in the prime position to massage her breasts. Not only that, but she had her cock closest to the young girl's mouth; and there was nothing quite like the ravenous inexperience of a cock-hungry girl. She may not have been able to swallow her entire cock, but she would make up for that with eagerness.

"I don't think we're the stars of the show anymore," Ginny purred as she pulled back and looked around the room, noting that their mothers had taken up a position towards the head of the bed, with their lips battling wildly amidst grinds and thrusts. Slowly, they were reclining into the spread of pillows, the two of them growing bolder and more forwards with the gropes and fondles, each of them hungry for more and more pleasure, ignoring their children as the watched on, somewhat baffled by the fact that their mums were about to fuck.

"I don't think we were even the stars of the show for that long…" Harry chuckled, glancing over to the others, watching as Apolline straddled Astoria's cute little rear and began to grind herself downwards, lathering oil across her own body and using the wide spread of her perfect ass cheeks to massage the oil into Astoria's considerably smaller cheeks. Encouraging both Luna and Hermione to do the same, soon enough all three of them had their oiled bodies pressed together whilst dragging their slickened asses across Astoria's body, smothering the poor young girl amidst their bountiful and pliable flesh. Not that Astoria was complaining mind you. The ecstasy fuelled grin stretched across her face spoke otherwise, moans and shuddering giggles echoing from her thin lips.

"Doesn't mean we have to stop? Wanna see who can make the other cum first with a blowjob?" Ginny said with a lecherous and suggestive grin, lifting herself up and laying on her side, her hand grabbing Harry's cock and giving it a few strokes.

"You're on and definitely going to lose," Harry laughed, grabbing Ginny by the hips and hauling her on top of him, positioning her head between his legs as her cock bounced across his cheek. Grabbing it with both hands, he began to pump it back and forth, the scintillating promise of some friendly cock-sucking competition doing nothing but arouse his, his throbbing cock standing as a meaty testament to that fact.

"Bold talk from a man without a cock in his mouth," Ginny giggled, lifting her hips slightly and letting them drop, her arse bouncing a little as her cock smacked across Harry's face, slipping out from his grasp as she let out a soft and delicate moan.

"Erm, hypocritical much?" Harry countered, not factoring in the fact that when it came to Ginny, all it took was a matter of seconds before she had her throat filled to the brim with cock; a fact she eagerly and readily proved with a single plunge of her lips. Within seconds, the warm embrace of her supple lips had enveloped his engorged and throbbing tip, his pre-cum having be lapped away within a matter of seconds, replaced with slick saliva. The taste of Harry's pre-cum -or rather, pre-cum in general- was an orgasmic aphrodisiac for Ginny, sending shudders of carnal satisfaction powering through her body, pre-cum dripping from her cock-head and splashing against Harry's jaw-line. Moaning softly at the pleasure, Harry reclined into the bed, momentarily forgetting their playful bet, before suddenly being reminded of it by Ginny's teasing impertinence.

"I Sowwy? I can't… hew yu… ower the sownd… of me…winning…" Ginny moaned amidst muffled movements of her lips along Harry's cock, her plump and juicy lips rolling along his pulsating shaft, gorging herself on the satisfying bliss of her lips and throat being pushed to the limits. Nothing was more indulgent than being brought to the edge of one's abilities, whether it was with a cock entering either of her tights holes. Being inched further and further into unknown territory was true bliss. And whilst Harry's cock was perhaps the most known territory imaginable to her, she still found it erotic and thrilling to feel her throat bulging with his cock, his length pressing against her convulsing gullet, sending shuddering sensations of utter pleasure through his body. Bobbing her head back and forth, she made sure to draw her tongue across every inch, pulling her lips from base to tip, her tongue curling and lavishing his length in the manner that Fleur, Apolline and Gabrielle were so beloved for. Adopting such a salacious technique was crucial in her being able to bring Harry to his orgasm swifter than she would succumb to her own. Her mastery of not only Harry's, but of her close friends' cocks was something she was perversely proud off. Harry enjoyed having every inch of his cock lavished; Luna was all about the tip, finding more pleasure in having the bulbous head of her cock played with in between sweeping plunges of her throat; Hermione found pleasure in either slow methodical intimacy or in taking control herself, at which point Ginny could do very little to influence the pleasure other than relax her throat as she was pounded mercilessly; and all of them adored the sumptuous curls that the Delacours did with their tongues. Having secretly mastered it, she hoped that this would be Harry's undoing. Of course, she was simply hoping, because just as she knew Harry's body, Harry knew hers. A fact he put to good use almost instantly. Such was the sacrifice that was made when learning someone's cock. They were doing the exact same thing as you and were often able to capitalise on the small quirks you had when it came to oral pleasures. Merlin knows that her friends could truly make her squirm.

Guiding her cock into his mouth, Harry reached around to cup her ass cheeks, pulling her hips downwards and deeper into his throat as opposed to arching her neck in an attempt to guzzle down more of his cock. Coaxing her into lightly fucking his gullet, Harry didn't bother to swallow much saliva, instead allowing her cock to bathe in it, the warming sensation of the slickness surrounding and enveloping her cock becoming an enthralling experience that coaxed Ginny closer to exploding into his throat. Not only that, but his hands were steadily busy peeling apart her ass cheeks, stretching them further apart and winding several of his fingers into place against her asshole. Letting out a groan of satisfaction as his fingers found their place, Ginny was in a bind as to whether or not to allow him to do something which she and him knew would make her cum incredibly quickly, or if she should condemn it as not a part of a blowjob and thus an 'illegal move' in their game. She decided to stay neutral, playfully trying to push his hands away from her ass, but ultimately allowing him to curl several digits inside of her tight and clutching hole, causing her to let out a muffled and sloppy squeak. It wasn't that she was particularly fond of anal as she was very much someone who enjoyed being a top and a bottom, but the combination of having her ass filled whilst being sucked off was a pleasure to great for her to pass up. Ideally, it would be another tongue weaving its way into her ass, but she made do with Harry's talented fingers inching themselves towards her prostate, working on coaxing out more blissful enjoyment from a simple combination of pleasures. Redoubling her efforts, Ginny sped her mouth up, plunging it swiftly along her boyfriend's cock, moaning hungrily as she did so, salivating at the promise of more pleasure and pre-cum, all the while letting saliva drizzle down to his balls. Collecting the sensitive handful, she lightly squeezed and fondled them, massaging and lubricating them considerably with as much saliva as she could comfortably muster, bringing them to as delectable a shimmer as his cock currently was.

"I think zat out little one is ready to be put to ze test," Apolline purred from across the room, her little conglomerate of oiled ladies all ignoring the playfully blowjob wrestling taking place across the bed. Rolling away from Astoria, Apolline admired the work that she, Luna and Hermione had put in. The small, lithe little blonde was truly remarkably glossy with the scented oil lubricating her to a delectable glow, "Are you ready, mon ami? To handle all of our cocks for us?"

"All of them? At once? Look at her? We'll tear her apart. Her sister has kept her on a leash for so long, I'm surprised that she is able to handle you at all!" Hermione breathed as Astoria rolled onto her knees, a bead of oil dripping from her young burgeoning breasts, collecting at her hardened nipple before dropping through the air.

"Zat may be so, but she iz a surprising young thing. Tell ze girls what you've done to prepare," Apolline gestured to Astoria as she lifted the basin of oil over to side of the room. As she turned back, she sighed and dipped her hand into the oil, collecting a small amount in her palm.

"Well… I sneak away dildos to play with when Daphne's not looking. I managed to fit one that was fourteen inches long once," Astoria beamed excitedly, rising to her knees, the young girl not wincing in the slightest after having ridden Apolline's cock all afternoon.

"See… She may be closeted by her sister but zat closet houses a petite 'ore…" Apolline commented, making her way back to the bed and sinking her hand into Luna's ass. Somehow, the dreamy blonde had managed to go without getting her arse oiled up, a crime if Apolline had ever seen one, yet one she was eagerly willing to rectify amidst a sultry and sumptuous kiss.

"Well… Okay… But you say if it's too much," Hermione smiled softly, knowing full well that Astoria couldn't have picked three more difficult cocks to take at once. Well, unless she was welcoming Fleur and McGonagall to double team her.

"Can be on the bottom?" Luna asked excitedly, pulling her lips away from Apolline's with a grin. If there was one thing that Apolline loved about Luna, it was how little she understood the young blonde. Everyone else would have been melted into that kiss, completely enthralled amidst the sultry allure of the Veela-born beauty. Yet, she peeled herself away as if she simply snapped out of it, turning her mind towards what position she would take amidst their little gangbang. It was a commendable focus of priority in Apolline's mind, yet it was peculiar none the less, and was one of the reasons that Apolline adored bringing Luna into whatever perverse games she had on the go. The Delacour could predict how every single person in that tower would react to her sultry games, yet Luna perpetually and consistently surprised her. A rare thing for someone whose fluttering eyes could melt the heart of millions.

"Of course you can, mon ami… 'ermione can be on top, and I want to see what zis pretty little mouth can do," Apolline purred, leaning into Astoria's lips and pulling her into a deep and passionate snog, one in which their tongues wove as one into a delicate embrace of silky flesh. Hermione almost didn't want to break them apart or interfere at all, yet she was as carnally interested as Apolline was in just what Astoria could do. That and the promise of double, no, triple penetrating what was already promising to be a tight pair of holes was something that did interest Hermione. In a perversely curious way. Not to mention, Luna was already in position and prying the other two blondes apart so that they could all get started in utterly demolishing the young Greengrass's body.

Laying on her back, Luna brought her hand to get cock and gave it a few strokes. No lube was required as every inch of their bodies was slick with oil; all a delicate ploy by Apolline to make this as easy for the young girl as possible. Holding her cock upright, Luna waited for Astoria to get into position. Initially, Astoria knelt astride Luna's hips, but found that Luna's cock was too long to get the angle. Lifting herself onto her feet, she squatted down with support on either side from Hermione and Apolline. Slowly, she eased herself into position, Luna guiding the bulbous head of her engorged cock into the young girl's readily stretched and gaped entrance, all courtesy of Apolline's rigorous prior training of the young girl. The tip slipped in with remarkable ease, the two blonde both letting out moans as their bodies united as one, in the tight and tender embrace of oily flesh. Steadily, she sank her hips downwards until she no longer had to squat and was able to kneel as she had initially planned. And eventually, with nothing more than some additional coaxing and a dribble of saliva for good luck from Apolline, Astoria easily sheathed every single inch of Luna's long cock. It wasn't as thick as Hermione's which was perhaps best to start with as a warm-up, but it was still a comparably large shaft. With her arse in place, Astoria displayed herself as remarkably eager to get more inside of her and continue the delicious momentum that she had built up. Luna coaxed her into riding her cock for a few moments, the young girl draping herself over Luna's body, her smaller breasts becoming enveloped by Luna's. It worked to tide the young and horny girl over a while as Apolline and Hermione got into place. Perhaps by design or pure luck, Apolline grinned as she moved into place. Astoria's body was slightly smaller than Luna's, meaning that her head didn't quite reach Luna's entirely. The slight unevenness in their heights may have been innocuous to everyone else, but to a prime sexual deviant such as Apolline, it screamed opportunity.

Inching forwards, Apolline supported her hefty shaft with both hands, bringing it towards Astoria's thin lips. Pressing the tip against her mouth, Apolline lathered her lips with pre-cum, smearing the substance back and forth, ensuring that her lips were given the same glossy finish that the rest of her body was afforded. Moaning lightly at the soft pleasure, Apolline pushed forwards, groaning as Astoria's lips fell apart and welcomed her cock inwards. Stretching her lips around Apolline's massive tip, Astoria let out a deep hum of pleasure, loving the combined satisfaction on gorging upon her cock and having her prostate smothered in pressure by Luna's cock. Lightly caressing Astoria's head, Apolline continued to apply herself, crawling steadily forwards, letting her lips inch and stretch into place. The thickness was truly exceptional and took Astoria by surprise as she felt the head of her cock nestle itself against the back of her throat, pushing right up against the entrance to her depths and causing her to cough slightly. Looking up at Apolline, she nodded, the two of them having agreed upon this earlier. Astoria wanted to feel every inch inside her throat, no matter what. And so, Apolline continued to push forwards, applying a constant pressure to her throat, always lingering on the verge of completely sheathing herself. It took a lot of effort to whittle down Astoria's natural defences and instincts, yet suddenly and out of nowhere, her cock sank an inch deeper, before being lavished with the spluttering convulsions of Astoria's tightening throat. Grinning madly with lust, Apolline didn't dare stop, instead continuing forwards, finding it much, much easier to carve her path into Astoria's throat when she had gotten past that first initial push. Inch after inch disappeared into her fighting throat, right up until the last few inches sheathed themselves inside, Apolline's hairless crotch becoming the haven for the young blonde's nose and lips, her balls swinging against her chin, perfectly in line with Luna's lips thanks to their disproportionate heights. Opportunity had never felt so intense, Apolline thought.

Quite surprised by Astoria's relative calmness and utter willingness to have her throat completely plugged, Hermione almost didn't want to push her over the edge by the addition of her own cock. However, Astoria made her plight exceptionally clear. Her hands curled behind herself and latched onto her pert little ass cheeks, peeling them apart to flaunt her stuffed asshole, the implication being explicitly clear, 'Fuck me in the ass, Hermione'. Sighing, Hermione stepped forwards, knowing that Astoria wanted it. Drizzling herself in saliva, Hermione made sure she was exceptionally lubricated before guiding the head of her cock into place. Hooking the tip alongside Luna's shaft, Hermione used the already stretched nature of her hole to her advantage, lightly beginning to worm the head of her own cock inside. It was to her surprise that Astoria's ass relented almost immediately, the squeal of either pain of pleasure being muffled by Apolline's cock, robbing the sound of the intent that Astoria had intended to convey. However, she remained adamant in spreading her cheeks apart, allowing Hermione to inch forwards, pushing her cock inside a couple inches at a time, always testing the waters to ensure that Astoria was still hungry for more. And Astoria didn't even flinch. Her eyes remained clenched shut as moans flooded along the heavy cock inside of her throat, yet she continued to keep her hands on her ass cheeks, keeping her hole nice and ready for Hermione to continue thrusting into it. It was only when Hermione's hairy crotch pressed against Astoria's cute little ass that the blonde let go of her ass cheeks and clamped her hands onto Apolline's arse, pawing and playing with the flesh as a means to keep herself calmed in the face of being pumped full of massive cocks. She had managed to take each and every one of them however. Apolline's cock bulged against her throat, whilst Luna and Hermione's lengths remained sandwiched as one, plugging the young girl's exceptionally tight rear-entrance and flooding all four of them with immensely intense pleasure beyond that which they had previously experienced in similar circumstances. It ultimately proved that for the most pleasurable of gangbangs, it was best to have the largest of cocks and the tightest of holes.

Next came the delicate matter of fucking the young girl. The had all found themselves entangled amidst a delicate balance of pleasures, with neither one willing to upset the balance. Luna found herself unable to do so and simply busied herself with gorging herself on the pulsating fruits that were Apolline's heavy cum-laden balls. Ultimately, Hermione ended the ceasefire, not because she worried for Astoria, but because the pleasure finally corrupted her to the soul. It was the desire for more pleasure, the desire to fuck, the desire to plough this young girl's ass until her screams of delights, muffled as they were, could be heard throughout the castle. And so, she pulled her hips back, sliding all the way back to her asshole, letting only the tip linger amidst the tight haven of her asshole, before thrusting back in at a moderate pace compared to her first initial plunge. Whilst Hermione would have loved nothing more than to jack-hammer her immense length into the girl's clutching entrance, she knew such brutality to be above her. She would build to such momentous and powerful movements, lightly teasing the young girl's hole until it completely and utterly relented, allowing her unrequited access to her depths. Feeling each thrust shudder through her cock, the pleasure of Astoria's body being mirrored in the pleasure-centres of Apolline's cock, the French blonde began to lightly fuck Astoria's throat in tandem with Hermione, never pulling so far away that Luna was robbed of her balls for too long, or so that her cock slipped out of Astoria's throat, nullifying the lengthy effort she put into whittling down that defiant defence.

The oily, rhythmic slapping of their bodies became a steadily increasing symphony by which the rest of the sumptuous sexual antics were orchestrated. Whilst the three of them drove themselves into Astoria with increasing intensity, and Harry and Ginny picked up the pace with which they were sucking one another, both Molly and Lily grew hornier and hornier amidst one another's arms, "I can't quite believe that you remained up there this entire time. I could have been doing this for so long…"
"Mmm… What can I say?" Lily purred in response, her and Molly's bodies pressed together, their hands roaming across each other's supple flesh. Molly had been quick to grab Lily's cock, sandwiching it against her own and doing them both the liberty of steadily jerking their two cocks off, all the while their other hands grew bolder and bolder. Their breasts were pinned together, their nipples battling amidst a sea of creamy, plump flesh. Lily's hands had gone straight to the woman's gloriously fat arse, one hand serving to spread her cheeks, whilst the other dipped two fingers inside of her tight entrance, lightly finger fucking the experienced woman's ass, revealing just how much of a good old-fashioned butt-slut that Mrs Weasley was. Moaning softly as Molly nibbled at Lily's neck, the shapelier redhead's eyes travelled across to Ginny and Harry, her mind swimming with deviant possibilities. After all…not only did the bed support two gorgeous little plaything, but also their hot and horny mothers. With a smile, Lily grinned, "You know, Molly… I think I've got an idea…"

Moaning into one another's cocks, Harry and Ginny were oblivious to everything that was going on elsewhere and were only snapped out of their haze when they felt a pair of hands grab each of them. Squealing in surprise, Ginny didn't put up a fight, knowing full well that in this line of sexual exploration, it was always more fruitful to playfully object when being manhandled. As swiftly as she had been pulled away, Ginny was positioned on her hands and knees, the redhead rolling her eyes at the unbelievably simplistic choice of position. Of all the positions she could have been angled in, it was doggy-style. With half a mind to turn around and berate whoever had the audacity to come up with this, she found herself holding her tongue as Harry was pushed down into place right beside her. Their bodies were pressed together, the two of them mirrored on all fours, their asses presented to their mysterious attackers. Curious, they both looked back over their shoulders and saw the looming sights of their mothers each taking up a position behind their respective off-spring, their cocks heaving with desire and arousal. Sinking their hands into their children's ass cheeks, they pulled and pawed at the delicate flesh amidst moans and groans of agreement, adoring the sight of their children prostrating themselves in anticipation of their mother's showing them the beauty of being butt-fucked. With a salacious purr in her voice, Molly explained, "Mrs Potter here thought it be a good idea to see just how well our children can take a cock. We need to know that you're not half-arsing it and can be fucked good and proper."

"I do need to know that my son can adequately provide for his future lovers. I won't have a Potter not being able to take a thick juicy cock into his ass at blistering speeds," Lily grinned, lightly spanking Harry's ass cheeks as she mauled them with her fingers, sinking her digits into his taut, athletic cheeks.

"And I won't let my daughter disappoint either…" Molly smiled, bringing her hands down so suddenly and so sharply that Ginny yelped loudly and uncharacteristically. Ginny wasn't really one to react to those sorts of playful slaps and spanks. Well, she certainly wouldn't react with a yelp, which ultimately gave Harry cause for concern, as it meant that Molly had properly spanked her daughter, giving her a good and proper spank. Which meant that the blistering pace that their mothers were promising would probably be just as blistering as the two older ladies could provide. Sharing an uncertain glance, both Harry and Ginny were immediately silenced by Lily and Molly's talented tongues preparing them for what was to come.

Both Molly and Lily had lowered their lips down to the rosy red cheeks of their freshly spanked children, prying their cheeks apart and carving their talented, experienced tongues into place. Lily opted for a more measured approach, wanting to learn and dissect the things that truly made her son squirm, whilst Molly demonstrated her utter hunger for sexual pleasure by plunging her tongue as firmly and as deeply inside the younger redhead's asshole, curling and lapping it around inside of Ginny's loosened entrance, causing moans to pour and flood out from between her saliva-slickened lips. Diving her tongue as deep as possible, Molly quickly coated every possible inch of her daughter's asshole with saliva, even plucking her lips away and dribbling saliva over the outside of her hole, using her tongue to work it into the tight little crevice of her daughter's asshole, keeping those plump cheeks nice and pried apart so that she could diligently work, unhampered by the fleshy shapeliness of her daughter's curvaceous, plump figure. Unable to deny that her mother knew what to do with her tongue, Ginny happily brushed aside her qualms with the choice of position, becoming more in favour of the inherent perversion that was intrinsic in being paired side by side with her boyfriend, having their arses eaten out by their respective mother's. Ginny had forgotten just how exceptionally talented her mother's tongue could be, pushing and winding into cornered depths that she didn't even know existed in the unplumbed depths of her massively sensitive asshole. Blotting out any and all other sounds in the room, Ginny simply focussed on the motherly attention she herself was receiving from her voluptuous mother.

Lightly teasing Harry's entrance, Lily lightly applied pressure, coaxing out small moans from her son as she pushed slowly inwards. His ass gave away easily, revealing just how often this was a reality for him. Wondering how many times her son had been taken from behind by Ginny, Lily herself let out a groan of pleasure as she eased her tongue all the way in, almost immediately finding Harry's prostate, the bead of pure sensitivity begging to be lavished and adorned with writhing tongue movements. Instead of giving him what he wanted, Lily focussed on loosening him up, stretching his insides to prepare him for her cock which she would show no hesitation in sheathing inside him completely. Slowly, she lubricated his insides, watching as he pushed backwards into her face, wanting her tongue to attend to his prostate and to give him the satisfaction that he so desperately desired. With a salacious grin on her face, she continued to deny him, one of her hands reaching down beneath his legs and grabbing his cock. Smearing pre-cum and saliva along his length, she brought the tip of her thumb up to the engorged and throbbing head of his cock, rubbing her thumb back and forth across her weeping tip. The amount of pleasure from such a simple gesture was utterly intense, having Harry writhing with ecstasy, on the verge of begging his mother to cut through the intense pleasure of her thumb against his cock-tip with something equally pleasurable. The way the boy squirmed, trying to angle himself in such a way as to curl her tongue against his prostate was as delightful as it was fruitless. Teasing him with the lightest of touches, she threatened to pull her tongue backwards, only to have Harry cease his movements, completely and utterly relenting to the perverse ministrations of his mother, allowing her complete control of his pleasure, presenting himself in his entirety to her and her cruel tempting pleasure. Ultimately, she found this submission nothing short of endearing, prompting her to finally relent herself and give him what he craved.

The moans that escaped the two of their lips were truly spectacular; Ginny's soft moans mired amongst sudden pleasure-spikes and yelps, all at the hands of her mother's ravenous tongue; and Harry's deep groans of satisfaction as his mother finally curled her tongue across his prostate, providing the most intensely gratifying pleasure he could have possibly hoped for in that delectable moment. All of that without mentioned the sheer erotic passion that soaked the four of them as they committed to such a perverse idea as to plunge their tongues into their offspring's asses, preparing them for a hardcore fuck. Lathering their holes with saliva, the two mothers adored the tightness and the delectable taste presented to them. Burying their lips between their cheeks, they watched their children's faces contort in delightful displays of pleasure, moaning loudly and proudly as they pushed back onto the rigid and slippery tongues diving into their depths. Whilst Molly and Lily had initiated this with a degree of authority and powerful intent, it was clear this was no domination. Not in the slightest. Both Ginny and Harry were hungry for it. Desperate to have their tight depths plumbed by their mothers, their asses rutted into wildly with animalistic and ravenous desire. And Molly and Lily were eager to find suitable sheathes in which they could sink themselves, bury their cocks deep into their child's asses. It was safe to say that this was a long-time fantasy for Lily. As she lingered in her private space at the top of the opposite tower, she thought of all the perverse things she would do to her son. What delectable pleasures she would drive into that boy and how she would ravish him completely and utterly. And now, as she drew her tongue backwards, spat a last mouthful of saliva onto his asshole, she was finally going to claim the sweetest pleasure of all.

At Lily's behest, Molly pulled herself away from Ginny's asshole, begrudgingly leaving the young redhead's hole bereft of anything. Swiftly, both Molly and Lily lined themselves up with the tight and well-prepared holes in front of them, their difference in approach once again making itself apart. Both eased the very heads of their bulbous cocks into the slickened assholes, yet after that first engorged inch, they peeled away into different paces and speeds and powers. Once again, Molly, enraptured by her daughter's tightness, found herself completely engulfed in the sublime warmth, prompting her to hammer her hips forwards, slamming every inch of her cock into the young girl's clutching hole. It was fortunate that Ginny's experienced arse was able to take such a rigorous and firm treatment, and even more fortunate that it elicited deep growls of satisfaction from the young, pliable fuck-slut. Pushing her wildly hairy crotch against Ginny's shapely bum, Molly savoured the tightness, loving the flickering, spasming tightness of the young girl's hole, adoring the way she quivered in response to the cock lodged inside her. It was as if her ass was still adjusting, tightening and loosening itself as the pleasure of being filled to the brim with cock ultimately swept over her, leaving her breathless and completely consumed in pleasure. Not only that, but her prostate meekly sent pulses of pleasure coursing through her body; small and barely noticeable when compared to the deep satisfaction of being stuffed, stretched and smothered with cock. Breathing deeply, Ginny pushed back into her mother's thrust, wanting more inside her and wishing that her mother had another couple inches to feed into her hungry little ass. Lifting her head, she opened her eyes, her vision a little hazy from the overwhelming suddenness of being full. It was that delightful contrast that her mother provided. One minute she was empty; the next full. There wasn't the slow satisfaction of being steadily filled. Instead, it was simply the delightful comparative pleasure of the two states.

Very much unlike the approach the Lily took. Consumed by the delicious pressure of her son's ass eagerly and willingly accepting the bulb of her cock, she let go of her glistening shaft and rested her hands on the side of his hips, slowly and tenderly easing her cock inside of him. Inch by inch, bit by bit, she traced the inside contours of his ass, letting each moan and grunt escape his lips as another uniquely ribbed inch of her cock stretched and contorted his entrance. Groaning herself, she lightly massaged her son's back, feeling his hole beginning to draw his cock inwards, clutching and pulling him deeper inside. As she neared the last couple inches, she suddenly thrust forwards more sharply, letting those last little bits hammer into him, giving him and her a sudden burst of pleasure. Grinning, she didn't stop. After pressing her crotch firmly into his hole, she slowly began to draw back, not missing a second of movement and not giving him a chance to savour the dichotomy of being full and empty. Instead, the pleasure was in the constant shift of cock, inching and easing back and forth, lightly fucking him. Every now and then, she changed things up, speeding back or forth for nothing more than a few seconds, giving him a sudden heightened sense of pleasure before mellowing out into the tender rhythm that she had built. Pre-cum was leaking from the head of his cock, being pumped from his length by each thrust of her cock, driving more of it out from the purplish flesh. Of course, she didn't simply linger at a steady simple speed. Each push of her cock increased in tempo ever so slightly, yet it was done in such a manner than neither her or Harry noticed any real change, simply enjoying the satisfaction of the constant pleasurable fucking. What wet slapping sounds they emitted from their fucking were however completely outmatched by the audible smacks that rung from beside them as Molly gave her daughter a reason to moan so loudly and with such impassioned intensity.

Molly increased her tempo, yet maintained the same powerful stroke, slamming her hips into Ginny's ass loud enough that her cheeks jiggled with each thrust, the smacking of Molly's balls against Ginny's creating a delectable smacking sound. Instead of basking in her daughter's tightness, Molly would begin to immediately pull backwards, taking it nice and slow, dragging every rigid vein of her cock through her daughter's asshole, making sure Ginny felt her cock in its entirety before it was gone. The young redhead was a sucker for this tactic, desperate to have her mother's cock inside of her for longer and longer, so much so, that she began to chase Molly's throbbing cock with her hips, trying to sink more of the meaty length inside of her. Gripping Ginny by the waist was the only way that Molly could maintain control, with the older woman beginning to pound her harder and harder to quell the aching desires within her daughter's depraved and lustful body, all the while treating herself to the delightful pleasure of fucking her daughter harder and harder. To her side, Molly found herself increasingly enthralled in the methodical movements of Lily, the woman expertly sawing her hips back and forth, rocking in and out of Harry's ass with such precision intent that it was difficult to imagine a world in which this was the first time she had ever fucked Harry. The way she moved was so passionate and effortless, it seemed as if she knew every inch of the boy's body, able to know just how far she could push herself forwards, just how much her baby-boy was able to take and at what pace. Her mastery of Harry's arse was immensely arousing, to the point that Molly silently wished that she was the one spread out in front of the voluptuously shapely woman, being rutted into from behind by the masterful cock of the demure beauty. That fantasy quickly fell away as Molly returned her attention to making her own daughter squeal and gasp with pure unrequited delight, the redhead's moans becoming a central focus in the symphony of sexual sounds the reverberated around the room.

Harry and Ginny both grinned at one another as their moans filled the room, the two of them clasping their hands together as they were fucked from behind, pounded into again and again, their asses becoming near permanent receptacles for their mother's meaty cocks. The idea to swap over crossed their minds, yet no one was willing to sacrifice the incestual bliss of their current set up, nor abandon the intense pleasure that enveloped their bodies in a pleasurable mist. Both pushed backwards into each thrust, the power shuddering through them. Ginny's body seemed to vibrate with each thrust, her tits bouncing wildly beneath her as her ass seemed to be perpetually jiggling with each wild thrust from her mother. Harry, however, appeared to almost seize up with each thrust, with every muscle in his body being flooded with pleasure, prompting him to tense up before mellowing out with the slow pull back of his mother's cock. A thin layer of glossy sweat seemed to adorn all of them as their breathing ran somewhat ragged. Whilst only half of them were engaged in such intensity as to expect it, the other two had been going for so long in their current position, that they were beginning to display a healthy, intimate glow. However, in their pleasurable haze and the consuming bliss of the moment, they had forgotten about who else was in the room. Behind the rhythmic slapping of their bodies, another series of smacks was beginning to take purchase, growing louder and faster as the pleasure of the second foursome began to peak. A little too early for some of them, yet just in time for their orgy to transcend into a new realm of pleasure ridden intimacy.

Astoria was right in the centre of the bliss, with Hermione now managing to saw her cock in and out of the young girl at a good pace, the smacking of her balls against Luna's cock being a loud and apparent indication of just how fast she was in fact moving. Joining the brunette in speeding up, Apolline was readily enjoying Astoria's increasingly trained throat, to the extent that she was able to ease her cock almost all the way out of her throat before sliding back in. Yet, as things increased, Astoria began to feel the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Squeezing Apolline's ass cheeks in a particular pattern, she indicated just that, with the older woman's sultry haze immediately shattering and being replaced by the concerned motherly figure. Pulling her hips backwards, she plucked her cock out of the girl and loudly spoke to Hermione and Luna, "Pull out. She's 'ad enough…"

Groaning in disappointment, Luna waited for Hermione to slide her cock out of the young girl's asshole, both the brunette and Apolline helping in lifting Astoria off of Luna's cock and giving the Slytherin some place to breathe and recuperate herself. A little annoyed she was robbed of the tightness of Astoria's ass, Luna turned to Hermione and Apolline expectantly, "So what now?"

"It would seem zat zere are plenty of vacant holes in need of filling. I don't know about you, but I think zat moans are so much better when muffled," Apolline suggested, gesturing over to Harry and Ginny, whose lips were parted In expressions of pleasure.

"I call Ginny!" Luna interjected excitedly, causing Hermione to sigh as the blonde raced off and positioned herself in front of the redhead, her friend not even noticing her thick and looming cock threatening to silence the myriad of delectable sounds escaping her lips.

"You got first call on Astoria? You know what, I'm not even going to argue… I just need to cum," Hermione breathed, crawling over the bed and shifting into place in front of Harry. The boy looked up and saw Hermione's angling itself towards his lips. With a smile, Hermione didn't waste any time and pressed the heavy, thick, dripping wet tip of her cock against Harry's lips, the boy eagerly enveloping the engorged tip. Drawing her into her mouth, her tongue lazily curled around the tip before falling limply away, barely able to muster the energy to lap at her cock. The brunette didn't mind in the slightest. She had always preferred to take control herself. Threading her hands through his hair, she inched her cock into position against the back of his throat, applying just enough pressure to encourage him to swallow. Relenting, Harry allowed her unrestricted access to his gullet, to which Hermione put very good use almost instantly. Guiding her cock into his throat, she didn't stop until his lips were thrust into the hair adorning her crotch, his gullet bulging with her shaft, his chin being lightly smacked by her balls; their weight teasing him in regard to how close she was to exploding. To her side, Luna did the exact same, only she didn't even have to encourage Ginny as she the redhead's heightened sexuality prompted her to practically inhale the blonde's cock, sandwiching her lips up against the base of her cock. In tandem with one another, both Luna and Ginny began to pound lazily away at the tight clutching holes in front of them, dragging their lips along their cocks and ensuring that the most intense moans their little throats provided were sent shuddering along their cocks completely. Moaning lightly as their balls slapped against the increasingly slickening chins of the two little cock-sluts, the two of them turned to one another and lost their tongues amidst the warm havens of one another's mouths, pulling each other into a deeper and more intense kiss the more pleasure thrummed through their meaty lengths.

Content that Astoria wasn't completely drained of energy, Apolline decided that it was also time for her to have her orgasm, nestled in the clutching hole of a willing participant. Winding her way behind Lily, she pinned her body against the sawing hips of the busty redhead. Moaning softy, Lily glanced over her shoulder and grinned, feeling every inch of her slippery cock carving its way between her ass cheeks. Slowing her thrusts down, Lily presented her ass perfectly for the blonde, allowing her engorged length access to her tight asshole. It took only a matter of seconds for the well trained asshole of the redhead to meet the well-lubricated base of the blonde's cock, the two of them moaning intensely as they shared a deep and orgasmic stare. Their lips met in passionate battle, their tongues interweaving as Lily began to fuck Harry's ass, inadvertently fucking her own ass on the thick cock behind her. Her movements were ultimately a little stunted, but they were swift and intense enough to allow for unique and intense pleasure to sweep across them both, with Apolline readily fondling and squeezing every aspect of Lily's body, adoring the plump juiciness of her entire figure. Moaning into her lips, Apolline silently relished the display in front of her. Two mothers pounding their cocks into the children, whilst those children then muffle their moans on the shafts of their best-friends, whilst she submerges her cock in the stunning picturesque display of milf-hood. She couldn't envision a single way in which this display could have been intensified or made better. Well…without a great deal of lubricant and some specially handcrafted magical instruments and perhaps a series of helping hands to support some creative positioning. Perhaps a more accurate statement would be no way in which the current situation could be made any better with the people and objects at her disposal. But even then… Much to Apolline's surprise, even that statement would ultimately be proven wrong as the loudest sounds of pleasure in the room were suddenly and swiftly muffled. Molly had been constantly moaning, grunting and groaning, only to be immediately silenced…

Having recovered from being the central focus of an extreme gangbang -at least in terms of the cock-size- Astoria completely shirked her shy reservations, stood astride Ginny's waist and thrust her cock into Molly Weasley's mouth. Astounded by the move, Lily, Apolline, Hermione and Luna all ceased in their movements, only to be encouraged to continue to thrust, grind and fuck, when Astoria showed no signs of stopping, instead wildly thrusting her cock into the surprise and astounded redhead's lips. She didn't protest or even stop the blonde little girl but was immensely surprised at any rate that the blonde had suddenly plucked up the courage to do just that. Salivating and lavishing the girl's cock with saliva, Molly did her best to suckle and lick her shaft as it sped back and forth, her balls smacking into her chin at an astoundingly blistering speed. Evidently, having been left without any form of pleasure in her body after being swallowed by the pleasure only minutes prior, Astoria was seeking to fill that void that was left in her by driving her cock wildly into the clutching gullet of the older woman, amidst the heavy breathing of an impending orgasm. It was ultimately the same thing that was happening across the room. Everyone had been so embroiled in their sexual deviancy for so long that their stamina was beginning to wane, alongside the increasing inevitability of their explosive orgasm. Moans filled the air, growing in frequency and intensity, no one quite sure which cock was going to be the first to cum and bring about the sticky end of their intense orgy.

It was difficult to pin-point the exact moment in which it all began to erupt, but it was undoubtedly Lily Potter who came first in this situation. The combined pleasure of having her cock buried inside her son and Apolline having her own cock buried inside of her, Lily couldn't help but thrust forwards, spilling out a massive load of cum into Harry's clutching ass, painting his inside liberally as she continued to milk herself empty into his hole. Her orgasm acted as the last straw for both Harry and Apolline, with the blonde giving Lily a taste of her own medicine by hammering her own cock into the redhead's spasming, orgasming arse, pouring an even larger orgasm into her hole, watching as cum began to dribble down the length of her cock. Pumping her length a few more times, Apolline waited until her cock began to soften and simply couldn't remain lodged inside the redhead any longer. Slipping out, both she and Lily fell backwards, breathless and beginning to lose themselves in a soft and intimate kiss, their heated arousal bubbling into nothingness, whilst the chain reaction continued elsewhere. With his ass being filled with cum, Harry's orgasm quickly sped forwards, with several long spurts splashing against the bed sheets beneath him. With his mother pulling back, the last spasms of his cock drain themselves onto the sheets, whilst Hermione pinned his lips against her crotch. He quickly began to taste her cum as she sprayed a strand directly into his mouth, pulling her lips backwards to completely drench his insides, depositing the last few beads into his mouth for the boy to dutifully swallow. Breathless and coated in cum, Harry fell to the side, a grin plastered on his face. The other half of their little orgy came all at once. Luna blasted her load in and on Ginny's face, not caring in the slightest where she let her cum splash and linger, drenching the redhead in the substance before she too pulled away, content with her performance. In tandem with one another, Ginny and her mother came, their ass and cock respectively tensing up as they orgasmed in unison. Pumping her daughter full of semen, she used the convulsing twitches of the young girl's insides to drain her balls in their entirety, not letting her a drop go to waist. Confident she was empty, she pulled back and focussed on Astoria who plucked her cock out just in time to spray Molly's face with copious amounts of cum, the young girl showing stamina and a libido far beyond anything anyone would have expect. Ginny, with her ass full of cum, let the last few drops of her own orgasm join the sticky mess beneath her, before flopping onto her back, wanting nothing more than to lay there forever, her body aching and the lingering tingle of a good, intense orgasm, rippling through her bones. Luckily for her, everyone had the same idea.

Lily quickly swept her hand across the bed, cleaning everyone and everything of cum as Harry crawled up towards the pillow, sinking himself into them and reclining backwards. Ginny was quick to sweep under one of his arms, resting her head on his chest as she pulled him close, their legs intertwining. Taking the opposite side, Lily nestled her head in the crook of his neck, her leg playfully battling Ginny's for dominance before relenting in that moment. The rest of them curled into place, Apolline holding Astoria as the little spoon in a small space of the bed on their own. Molly laid beside her daughter, giving her enough space, but knowing full well she was likely to roll over for a cuddle in her sleep. Hermione found a quite little spot for herself, not wanting to insert herself into Harry, Lily and Ginny's little moment. It was only at that point that she realised she could very well cuddle with Luna. Looking around the room, she smirked. She should have expected it, but It surprised her nonetheless. Curling up to sleep, she kept the last image of Luna in her mind. Evidently, the blonde had simply collapsed where she stood, with half her body draped over the edge of the bed, balanced precariously with her cock softened against her belly and pleasure-ridden grin on her face: as it should be.

The lustful dreams of teenage boyhood. Truly a mesmerising thing. The reason why I enjoy his divine fantasy so much is because it is ultimately the fantasy that we all have. To bask in the meaningless bliss of wild and animalistic sex with those we find to be sexually attractive. I find myself perpetually revisiting his depraved fantasies because they constantly change in their subtleties. One evening, his mind's eye relishes the beautiful embrace of his girlfriend and her mother, the next he coaxed the steely faced grimace of a Slytherin into gorging herself on his cock. Truly, he speaks to the delights we all wish to enjoy. Especially at such a festive time of year. Which is why I have shared just a few of the most perverse fantasies of those who dwell in these castle halls. So that more may share in the delightful depravity that unrequited fantasies may provide. Because what is Christmas without sharing. It is ever so tiresome. I thought it prudent to share in these fantasies, lest I sequester myself alone with them any longer. But now it is done, so go and lose yourself elsewhere. I've played my part. Go enjoy the sharing of these delights some place else and with someone else and do remember… Christmas can often be just like any other time of the year… Unbelievably perverse. Merry Christmas

Headmistress Aphrodomina

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed that lovely celebration of the Holiday spirit. This is a standardised message that I will be putting at the end of all the stories that got a wonderous update this Christmas day, so if you've read It already then feel free to go dive into another Christmas update.

I am well aware that I've not exactly been the most active writer this year, but that is largely due to the fact that I've not got that much time. I've got Uni and a job, which means that any free time I have is largely devoted to excessive alcoholism and making lacklustre financial decisions. Which means that I don't get much time to write these wonderful stories. However, if you are keen to support what I'm doing here then consider commissioning something. It really helps me out and alleviates some of the burden. And it means that I have more time to write smutty things not only when commissioned, but also free content. I know that sounds a little false given the fact that I've been writing commissions this year and have only uploaded updates for a couple of my stories a dozen times, but without those commissions, my upload schedule would be reduced to once a year. I.e. Christmas. So, if you're interested, please get in touch. It is £10 per 1000 words and you get your own personalised piece of smutty goodness.

That being said, I will be taking a break from both fanfiction and commissions and will return in the new year, hopefully to upload more frequently. With all that said, I hope you enjoy the holidays and all the smutty goodness that I have uploaded. Till next time!