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Harry breeds his first witch~
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The offer was serious, to be clear. Harry hadn't said it as a joke. However, he also hadn't expected them to take him up on it. Perhaps he was a little offended by Amelia refusing to let him swear an oath that he wasn't this world's Harry Potter. Or perhaps he was a little annoyed by her attempts to put him in a gilded cage.
In the end, the suggestion was more meant to needle than anything else, even if he was perfectly willing to do it if they took him up on the offer. After all, both witches were rather beautiful women. Taking them to bed was certainly not something Harry would ever say no to.
… As silence falls over the table and neither the Minister nor her Senior Undersecretary actually respond, he starts to realize they're actually considering his offer. There's no offended shock or outraged gasps… just silence.
Poor Fleur, meanwhile, looks downright incredulous as she stares between all three of them in increasingly flagrant disbelief. Harry shoots her an apologetic look just as Amelia finally clears her throat and finds her voice.
"… It would be foolish not to take you up on such an offer at this point in time, Lord Hallows."
Harry can't help but make a curious noise in the back of his throat.
"Truly? The situation is that desperate?"
The Minister of Magic flinches, letting him know that it is indeed that desperate. Even Penny averts her gaze, making it very clear that Amelia leans on her Senior Undersecretary for just about everything and the muggleborn witch is privy to secrets that nobody else is privy to.
Harry takes everything Amelia has told him so far tonight and assumes its actually several magnitudes worse than she's admitted. Then, he shrugs.
"Very well. I will prepare rooms for you both to stay the night if that is your wish."
Jolting, Amelia immediately shakes her head.
"Oh, no… I could not… I would never ask such a thing of Ms. Clearwater. It will just be me."
But no sooner has she said as much does Penelope thrust herself into matters.
"No, Minister! This is too good of an opportunity to pass up. I will also… accept Lord Hallows' generous offer. We will BOTH stay the night."
The two witches share a long look for a moment, silent communication of some sort passing between them. Harry wonders briefly if they're going to ask to 'share' the experience… but no, in the end they aren't THAT debauched. Though Harry really doesn't believe their easy acquiescence is entirely about 'saving the Wizarding World' either.
"Hm, very well. Fleur, please go and prepare rooms for both Minister Bones and Ms. Clearwater. Let's finish eating and then you two may go and freshen up. Make full use of the manor's facilities to… prepare yourselves. I will visit Minister Bones first later this evening and then finish with Ms. Clearwater."
The two witches are blushing profusely now as he spells it out so clearly. They exchange another look before finally, Amelia just nods.
"That is… acceptable."
Fleur rises from her seat at the table and departs from the room without word. Harry has to admit; the rest of the meal is deliciously awkward where Amelia and Penelope are concerned. In the end, the two women don't seem to know how to interact with him, let alone each other, now that they've agreed to the activities of the night.
Eventually, Fleur returns and takes both women off to their rooms so they can 'freshen up'. It's around that point that Harry touches base with his part veela assistant, as both Amelia and Penelope are currently busy washing themselves in preparation for his arrival.
"You're upset."
Stiffening, Fleur licks her lips quickly to wet them before shaking her head.
"I-I don't know what you mean, my Lord. I'm not…"
"You were hoping it would be your turn tonight, weren't you?"
Fleur's face goes bright red and she looks down at the ground.
"… Apologies for-mmph!"
But Harry cuts her off by taking her chin in hand and lifting her head up so he can press his lips to her mouth. He doesn't smash their mouths together or anything as violent as that, but he does hold her in place and take a commanding approach, dominating her lips with his own and pushing his tongue in for a dance that ends in her melting submissively into him.
Her hands land on his chest and she lets out a muffled moan into his mouth, shuddering in abject delight. Finally, though, Harry pulls back, breaking their lip lock and looking Fleur in the eye as she blinks at him, dazed.
"I could have you right now if you wished it, Ms. Delacour. Bend you over and take you right here in this hallway."
Fleur shudders at the mental image.
"But I would think you would prefer that I be able to take my time with you. To truly… embrace you as you deserve to be embraced."
A whimper leaves Fleur's lips as THAT mental image erases the first and takes over. Harry smirks.
"I leave the choice up to you, my dear. Do you want me to just get it over with and fuck you for the first time right here and right now? Or do you want to go with 'Dee' and watch from the shadows as I breed both the Minister and Senior Undersecretary?"
Fleur's eyes widen at that offer, even as her head turns and she just now notices Death standing mere feet away with a smirk on her dark red lips. Of course, Death had only formed there a few moments ago, but from Fleur's perspective it will be like she was just out of sight this entire time.
"Is that… t-truly an option?"
Harry chuckles softly.
"Of course. You are my assistant and she is my familiar after all. If either of our guests have… untoward intentions, then I will be relying on you both to come to my aid. As such, you must be nearby."
Latching onto the silly excuse like a drowning woman, Fleur nods rapidly in agreement.
"Y-Yes… yes, of course. We have to be ready to protect you at all times, my Lord."
Harry just smiles before finally letting her go and gently pushing her into Death's arms. Wrapping Morticia's arms around Fleur and tugging the part veela into her large bosom, Death coos.
"We're going to have such fun together, you and I~"
Fleur moans and arches her back as Death touches her in a certain way. And then they're both off down the hall, Death pulling Fleur along towards the secret passages that line this wing of the manor.
Harry watches them go for a moment before shaking his head in amusement. Then, he kills a bit of time by adding some more defenses to the building wards. Honestly, he's more curious than ever now about exactly what was happening in the Wizarding World. The temptation to use tonight as an opportunity to interrogate both Amelia and Penny more on what they each know is practically overwhelming... but no. He won't cheat. He'll figure it out all on his own.
Eventually, he checks in on Amelia to find her nervously sitting on the edge of the bed in the guest room wearing nothing but a borrowed nightgown. Smiling slightly, Harry makes his way to her door and knocks.
"Are you ready for me, Minister Bones?"
"Y-Yes!"
She tries to sound confident and sure of herself, but it's clear that even for someone like her, this sort of thing is… uncharted territory. Pushing into the room, Harry makes sure to carefully close the door behind him before making his way over to the bed.
He pulls out his wand, making Amelia stiffen up… but then he turns it on himself and flicks it, causing his clothes to vanish into thin air. The Minister's breath hitches as she takes in his physique for a moment before catching herself and averting her gaze.
"You can look as much as you want, Minister. Given what we're doing here tonight, you don't need to be shy…"
Unless she wants to keep things as professional as possible, perhaps. If she means to treat this as a transaction… well, Harry will just have to show her that it's so much more than that.
Except, no. To his mild surprise, Amelia rises to her feet… and shucks off her nightgown, exposing her own nude form in all of its glory. Despite her age, she's still a witch with all that entails. Meaning her body is still that of a woman in her prime, her large breasts still perky, her ass still plump, and her wrinkles practically nonexistence.
"If… if it pleases you, for this evening I would like it if we addressed one another with more familiarity. You may call me Amelia… and I would like to call you Harry. Just for tonight."
Oh? So she wanted to play pretend then. A fantasy of love to go along with the conception of the baby he would be planting inside of her womb. Harry hums for a moment… before stepping forward and taking Amelia Bones' chin in his hand the same as he'd done with Fleur a while ago.
"Then you must be willing to look me in the eye, Amelia."
Blushing even harder, Amelia hesitantly nods.
"V-Very well… Harry."
From there, Harry doesn't bother with foreplay. He can tell she's already primed and ready for him from the hardening of her nipples and the glistening of her slit down between her legs. Who would have thought that the hardened lifelong Auror and tough as nails Minister of Magic for the entire British Magical World would be such a softy in the bedroom?
Laying her back on the bed, moving between her legs, Harry gives her a reassuring smile as he presses himself against her sex. Amelia gasps from the contact and then moans quietly as he slowly but steadily fills her with his cock.
His shaft stretches out her insides even as they try to tighten around him, pushing deeper and deeper into her until Amelia's moans begin to grow in volume. And Harry is just getting started too. Swiftly picking up speed, he begins to really and truly fuck Amelia Bones there on the bed, plowing into her with a deepness and fullness that she's clearly not at all prepared for.
"O-Oh! Oh M-Merlin!"
No Merlin here. He's tempted to say it, to compare himself and the legendary ancient wizard… but that would probably be a bit too gauche at this point. Instead, Harry just smiles and keeps his thoughts to himself as he leans forward, grabs one of Amelia's large mammaries by the base, and proceeds to take her nipple into his mouth.
The Minister lets out her first undignified squeal when Harry sucks at her teat, her pussy walls clenching around his pistoning prick as she experiences the first of many climaxes upon his throbbing mast. Harry, for his part, doesn't stop for anything… after all, he's here for a purpose, in the end.
Eventually pulling back from her nipple, Harry grabs both of Amelia's breasts, plunging in and out of her with increasingly reckless abandon as she begins to moan his name and his name alone.
"H-Harry! Harry! Oh Harry!"
"That's right Amelia. That's my cock inside of you. It will be my seed planted in your womb that produces a child for you."
That causes her to spasm and tighten up all the harder around his dick. He wouldn't have expected Amelia Bones to have a babymaking fetish either… but he couldn't deny enjoying it. Penny was unlikely to be the same way after all, so he might as well get what he could out of Amelia first.
Plunging in and out of her now-gushing cunt, plowing her silly right there on the bed, Harry grunts as he finds himself reaching the point of no return at long last… and tipping over the edge. He fills Amelia with his seed, pumping a hot thick load right into her womb. In response, she cries out, her eyes crossing for a moment as she experiences one final burst of pleasure from the creampie.
Or rather, what SHE thinks is one final burst of pleasure. In truth, Harry barely even slows down after the first load. Upon realizing this, Amelia lets out a startled moan, staring up at him in confusion.
"Wha…"
It appears she's not capable of much more than that in her current state, but Harry takes pity on her and explains anyways.
"Just evening the odds, Amelia. Besides, if you're going to stay the night… you might as well have good reason to stay the night."
With that, he starts to properly fuck her… and as expected, it's not something that Amelia Bones is remotely prepared for. Harry can't pretend like he knows how long it's been for her, but one thing is certain… she's never had a man like him before, let alone a wizard.
He fucks her long and hard, well aware of the audience they have the entire way through. By the time he finally finishes inside of her for the last time, Amelia has cum more than Harry bothered to keep track of. Meanwhile, he's dropped four loads inside of her and left her a trembling, twitching, quivering mess of a woman with her eyes rolled back in her skull and her mouth open in a perpetual quiet moan.
Chuckling as he pulls back, Harry flicks his wand and uses a bit of magic to lock his seed inside of her so it won't leak out, clean the sweat off of her naked form, lower Amelia's body temperature to something a little less overheated and then finally tuck her into bed. At which point, she proceeds to slump back and pass out, the comforting feeling of the bedding sending her straight to sleep.
"Sweet dreams, Amelia."
Harry turns and leaves the room, a quick check showing that Penny is anxiously waiting for her own turn. Time to give it to her, he supposed…
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The Vote:
[ ] Stick with Harry's POV - 18%
[ ] Switch to Penelope's POV - 29%
[X] Switch to Fleur's POV - 53%
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