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Fantastic Shags and Where to Snog Them Ch. 1
🕑 Added 2023-11-30 19:58:04 +0000 UTCHarry Potter felt the eyes of the entire school on him as he traversed the halls of Hogwarts. They were as intense as they had been when Harry’s name came out of the Goblet.
Which made sense, tomorrow was the first task. Dragons. Who the fuck was it that said the tasks have become more safe?
He shook his head, continuing on, ignoring both Susan Bone’s intense glare and her breasts that seemed to stick a foot out of her chest. One of the good things about being ostrasized by everyone bar one was that it was a lot easier to sneak off to Moaning Myrtles bathroom and beat his meat to the huge pair of ghostly tits she would flash him when he went there.
He felt himself harden at the thought and decided he needed some relaxation before he went to fight a dragon in the morning.
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Apolline Delacour followed the youngest Champion of Hogwarts through the halls of the castle. Disillusioned she waited outside the girls bathroom on the second floor for several moments before following the boy in.
If he was just a teenage pervert then it would make her mission so much easier.
Her daughter Fleur was the first Veela Champion in the Triwizard Tournaments history. The French Ministry was very kind to “half-breeds” like Veela, but on the international scale it could increase their reputation. Already her involvement was spreading their influence.
But this Boy-Who-Lived could be an issue. A boy who vanquished a legendary Dark Lord as a baby would no doubt be extremely powerful.
So she would seduce this boy, throw him off his game, maybe even have a little fun with him.
She entered the bathroom to hear the familiar sound of a man masturbaiting. Following the noise she opened an unlocked stall to see the largest cock she’d ever seen on the eighteen year old form of Harry Potter. The odd thing was that she saw it through the ghostly breasts of a dead school girl.
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Harry Potter’s eyes widened as he saw the most beautiful woman stare at his pumping cock. She was indeterminite age. Older than him for sure, but with a ageless youth to her; at the same time however she was also mature in a way that reminded him of the Astronomy Professor or Madam Pomfrey. She also looked very familiar, but he couldn’t place where he had seen her before.
“Champion Potter,” she said in an obvious french accent. “I see your capability with a wand was not exaggerated at all.”
Harry blushed, but his cock only grew harder as the older woman licked her lips.
“Oh my, oh my oh my oh my,” Myrtle squealed, clapping her hands as her breasts bounced up and down despite not being affected by gravity. “Please Harry, can you fuck her please? I want to watch.”
Harry swallowed, glancing at the woman still staring at his cock, a hungry gleam in her eyes.
“Well I wouldn’t be opposed,” Harry said.
The blue eyed woman’s smile widened, and with a flick of her wand all of her clothes fell off.
Gorgeous. The woman, he still hadn’t gotten her name, was so curvy it bordered on unnatural. Wide hips perfect for taking a pounding and birthing children, large breasts that sagged less than Myrtles own perky tits. A thin waist that made it seem as though she had her intestines removed.
“Come,” she said.
Harry felt something tug on his mind and suddenly he remembered where he had seen this woman, or at least her sister, maybe even daughter. So she was a Veela too. This was… a once in a life-time opportunity.
Harry stood, walking through the Myrtles form and up to the Veela woman. She smiled saucily at him, and he returned it. He placed his hand on her cheek and skimmed it around her face to the back of her head. Then he pulled her in for a kiss.
He groaned as the tip of his cock pressed into her stomach, and he felt her warm hands wrap around his girth and push it down until it rested between her nether lips. The Veela began to grind up and down his cock as he shoved his tongue down her throat. Her own seemed unnaturally long and dexterous as it wrapped around his. Thank you Lavender for being enough of a whore to let Harry use her mouth however he wanted. It made for good practice.
His other hand gripped her ass cheek, and damn, it was huge and supple, making him want to take a bite. Her grinding became more erratic and her legs began to quiver. He began to move in tandem, shoving his hips forward as if he was fucking her. Her gushing pussy lathered his cock and dripped down onto the floor.
Her nails raked his back as she began to writhe, a breathless scream coming from her lips. Harry gently lowered the woman as her legs gave out. His soaked cock sliding from between her juicy thighs. His cock bounced back upwards, smacking the woman in the face.
Her eyes rolled back as she inhaled the scent and her tongue darted out to lick it. A contented smile spread across her face, as though being on her knees was her favorite position.
He threaded his fingers through her hair as he took ahold of her head.
“I never got your name,” Harry said, looking at the woman's regal face smeared with her own juices.
“Apolline Delacour,” she breathed, her hot breath making his cock twitch.
“Hmm, any relation to Fleur Delacour?”
“S-she’s my daughter,” Apolline said kissing the head of his dick.
“Oh, that’s interesting.”
Then he shoved his cock down her throat. She moaned around his girth, sending delightful shivers up his spine. Pulling her head further in he was surprised when her throat was tight, yet he was still able to take her all the way to the base with no gagging.
Her tongue wrapped around the cock in her mouth, slickly sliding up and down his length and even poking out of her mouth to lap at his balls.
He yanked her head back until only the head rested between her lips, which she sucked like a popsicle while giving him a sultry look.
“Can you take care of this dear old mother, my leetle boy,” she asked, her accent thickening at the end as she gave the head of his cock another kiss.
In response he pulled her head back swallowing him whole once again, then he began to use her like the sex toy she was. He fucked her willing mouth, throwing his head back and groaning as her slobber coated his balls.
He felt himself getting close so he slowed down, only for the woman herself to continue on at the same pace.
“I’m-” Harry cut off as he climaxed.
Appoline tightened her arms around Harry’s waist.
He saw black spots as Apolline’s throat tightened and loosened over and over again as she swallowed load after load of cum. His hands pulled her deeper in, grinding her face into his pubes.
Once he had finally finished he pulled back, the wet pop of his cock echoing out in the bathroom. A few drops of cum ran down Apolline’s lips and she promptly lapped it up. His cock twitched at the sight of the cum stained milf.
“Good girl,” he said condescendingly as he rubbed her head like a dog.
She giggled, slowly sliding her finger out of her mouth.
“Mmm, delicious. Ohh, oh my.”
Harry’s cock almost immediately began to harden once more. Harry often had the issue of not being able to keep his cock down. In a rare show of desiring knowledge Harry charmed his pants so as to not show his erections, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel them.
“Oh, I guess we should get to the real fun after that delicious snack. Care to conjure a bed for us?”
Conjuration was advanced magic, though Draco had been able to conjure a snake in their second year for whatever reason. Harry himself was quite proficient at it, but the gleam in Apolline’s eye told Harry that she was fishing for information.
“No, I’m going to fuck you on the dirty bathroom floor, just like you deserve.”
The Veela looked aghast, but the sound of her wet cunt dripping her desire on the ground told him that she was very turned on at the moment.
“Yes Harry! Do it!” a voice moaned out from behind him.
They both looked at the ghost that was still behind Harry. Moaning Myrtle held her skirt up and was fingering her gushing pussy, ectoplasm falling to the ground.
He turned back to Apolline and shrugged before pushing the naked woman down to the ground.
“Ready Miss Delacour?”
“For you? Always,” the woman replied, laying her back down and spreading her legs.
Harry got to his knees ready to use his fingers to make sure Apolline was ready, it was something he heard from the GriffinWhore (Lavender) that more men needed to do so as not to hurt the woman.
“Oh just shove it in already,” Apolline said as my fingers brushed over her folds.
My hand paused, then I shrugged.
“Alright.”
Apolline was apparently a woman of action.
He lined up his cock, sliding it up and down her folds before pushing in. Fuck it was like a furnace, and gripped his cock in a vice. He bottomed out in her, pushing her cervix further into her stomach.
“Oh ‘Arry, you’re such a big boy,” she said with heated breath.
She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.
“Play with them while you put a little Potter inside me.”
Fuck. The idea of Fleur’s mother carrying his child already had him close to bursting. He forced himself to think of all things unnatracive. Snape’s nose. Ok he was good now.
Harry’s hands squeezed her huge breasts, tugging at the nipples caused Apolline to moan saucily. And when he slapped them with an open palm she growled in a way that told him she didn’t hate it.
His cock pounded her over and over, her back sliding on the slick bathroom floor. Apolline for her part kept teasing him with her words, telling him how she was going to have to lie to her husband when the baby came out, or how she couldn’t live without his cock anymore. All the while her nails scratched down from his shoulders to his wrists, marking him with red lines.
Harry took his hands off her tits and Apolline growled in annoyance, that was until Harry grabbed her by the ankles and bent her legs up to her ears.
For someone who has given birth the woman was surprisingly flexible.
Now towering over her he could put his whole weight into each thrust, causing her breasts to slap herself in the chin as they went back and forth.
“Are you going to cum in me ‘Arry? Put a baby in my cauldron? Mark me as your little slut. Want to take me in front of my husband? He’s pathetic enough to like it.”
“I’m coming!” Harry yelled as he pushed himself as deep into her as possible and let out his cum.
Apolline gave a throaty scream as she climaxed, forcing her legs back down to wrap around his waist so he couldn’t pull out. Not that he was even thinking about that.
He grabbed the older woman by the face and began to kiss her, sucking on her tongue.
When the final rope of semen seeded her he finally decided to pull out, groaning at the feeling of her folds trying to pull him back in.
He felt his shoulders sag with exhaustion, but he couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.
“Thank you for the help Miss Whore. I hope to see you in the crowd tomorrow.”
“If I can even walk by then. Good luck Potter,” the woman gasped out, her fingers playing with the semen pouring out of her folds.
—
“And now it is time for Harry Potter to face his dragon, a Hungarian Horntail!”
Apolline watched Harry enter the arena, his shoulders set and wand in hand.
“Ah so that is the young Potter Fleur wrote to us about,” her husband said from beside her.
Apolline tried to not roll her eyes. She had once been happy with her husband, even if it had originally been a forced marriage by the Veela’s enclave. Now however he was dead weight in bed.
She remembered the feeling of Harry’s hands in her hair, his large cock stuffed down her throat and pumping an unholy amount of cum into her stomach.
Her hand trailed down her dress until it landed right where her womb was, and where his cum still sloshed around, making her feel as full as if she ate at a feast.
Perhaps to keep him tired and off his game she should visit the young Boy-Who-Lived a few more times until the next task.
Then Harry began to cast his spells.
The ground turned to a legion of metal chains that wrapped around every part of the dragon, pinning it down. A dozen hexes hit the dragon, stuffing up its eyes and causing it to sneeze rappidly, its teeth grew continuously until the dragon looked horrendous with ten foot long teeth.
Harry calmly walked around the chained dragon and picked up the golden egg, then walked out, giving Apolline a wink as he did so.
Damn, he would need many many more visits. Already she could feel her wetness trail down her thighs.
