[BONUS] Applied Education (Harry Potter)

 A/N: This commission is the spiritual successor to Sex Ed Part 1 and Part 2, two short pieces I wrote for my Patreon's Prompt poll a while back. Read them here to get caught up on what kind of silly porn logic world this is.

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He’d started out sane. But as it always did with those new to it, the Wizarding World had taken him and twisted him into something he had not been. Harry James Potter was in a state of near-constant lust after that hours-long Sexual Education lesson that Professors Sinistra and Vector had given to the female students of Hogwarts.

His status with the school had changed entirely after that day. His own quite considerable magic, combined with what could only be called an overdose on Spice-Up Potion, had left Harry in a right state. The excessive amount of potion fed to him by the two horny Professors had suffused into his very being, and it had become as much a part of him as his magic was.

Harry’s cock had always been large. But it had never been an angry problem that he’d had to hide day in and day out. His member positively THROBBED with need, and Harry was just lucky that the robes he wore did a fairly good job of concealing that. But it didn’t change the fact that he was routinely accosted by female students both his age and older, each and every day.

“Hello, Harry~”

Stiffening, the dark-haired boy does nothing as a pair of arms wrap around him from behind, stopping him in his tracks. The voice is unfamiliar, but when he turns around, he certainly recognizes the badge that the Seventh Year Head Girl is wearing, if not the girl’s face. The witch, older than him by just a couple years, is grinning wickedly as she invades his personal space.

He’d taken this route specifically because it was less-traveled by half the school, and he’d been hoping to avoid being late to Potions again. Now though, now it seemed like that just wasn’t in the cards.

“H-Hey.”

Hogwarts’ current Head Girl just smiles all the wider as she pulls back from him and begins to undo her robes, pulling them apart to reveal she’s wearing nothing underneath. Her entire beautiful body on display before him, and all Harry can think is that he really doesn’t want another detention with fucking Snape. Swallowing thickly, the young man’s eyes slide up and down the nubile form staring him in the face, and he can’t… he just can’t.

“Sorry, but I really need to be going.”

Harry makes to hurry past the Head Girl, even as she moans her disappointment. But the beautiful witch doesn’t try to stop him. Instead, she simply waves goodbye, even as she raises her voice.

“Okay Harry! Any time you want to fuck me, you just let me know! I have an open-door policy for you, darling!”

Grimacing, Harry doesn’t stop moving. That is, until he hears a certain sound from a nearby classroom.

“Did someone say Harry?! Harry Potter?!”

Eyes wide, the young, powerful wizard realizes he’s about to be mobbed by a gaggle of school girl witches. The sound of stampeding feet grows louder and louder, and desperate to escape yet another punishment from Snape, Harry slips inside the first room he sees that DOESN’T have a bunch of sound coming from it.

The classroom is empty, luckily enough. Harry swiftly casts a quick locking spell at the door and presses his back against it as he hears the sounds of dozens of witches running down the hall. It’s not… it’s not that they would hurt him or anything. Not a single female student in Hogwarts wanted to force Harry to fuck them. They just wanted to offer themselves up to him, so that he WOULD fuck them.

That was the problem though. The more Harry was exposed to, the more the young wizard wanted to do it. He’d groped more girls than he could count in the last several days thanks to their enthusiastic suggestions. He’d kissed even more. And once or twice, he’d snapped and fucked one of the slutty witches in a broom closet or a shadowy, unused alcove.

Harry couldn’t deny that he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it too much though, that was the problem. It was cutting into his education, cutting into his everything. The Spice-Up Potions had awakened a sexual urge inside of him that he couldn’t deny, nor could he ever truly satisfy. Letting out an explosive breath, the young man turns away from the locked door and rests his back against it.

His eyes almost immediately fall upon an upturned ass, and a familiar voice fills the air a moment later.

“Did someone just come in? Just a minute, I dropped my wand!”

Swallowing thickly, Harry can’t help but stare at the delicious ass, even clad in robes as it was. After all, he knew what lay beneath those robes. He had an intimate, carnal knowledge of the ass in question, as well as its owner. It made sense, in a way. Professor Aurora Sinistra’s classroom WOULD be the only one empty at this time of day, given that she was the Astronomy Professor. Not like she could very well teach about the stars with the sun overhead.

Still, it was all so… convenient. And when the dark-skinned witch finally pulls back from beneath the cabinet she’s bent under and looks back at him without actually completely straightening up or turning around, Harry can tell he’s been had immediately, the wicked grin and hungry glint in the Professor’s eye giving away to her true intentions and her true desires, even as she speaks in a fake, innocent tone.

“Harry! What a pleasant surprise! I can’t help but wonder, what brings you to my classroom at this time of day?”

He was already close to snapping again. Tipping over the edge at this point… it just kind of feels right. Gritting his teeth, Harry strides across the classroom. Aurora’s eyes widen in anticipation and ever so slight trepidation, but before the older witch can do much more than bring herself up to her knees, Harry is there and his hand is in her hair, her pointed hat knocked off her head without a second thought as he drags her head back so she’s forced to look up at him.

Aurora’s full, pouty lips part and her breath hitches as he stares down into her eyes.

“Professor. You’re going to write me a note for Potions, explaining that my absence from Snape’s class is completely and one hundred percent your fault. Then, you’re going to hand-deliver it after we’re done here, do you understand me?”

The black woman’s pupils dilate and her breathing becomes even more uneven, but she does ultimately bob her head up and down in agreement.

“Y-Yes, Harry… whatever you say.”

He liked the sound of that. With that problem taken care of, Harry was tempted to go back into the hall and find the Head Girl. It would have been fitting, leaving Aurora just kneeling here, high and dry. But no, the chance of the other witch still being there was practically zero, and there was a high likelihood that there still would be a roving pack of schoolgirls who all wanted his dick. He wasn’t sure a public orgy would help his case with his absence from Potions, no matter how tantalizing it sounded.

Which just left Aurora for him to get his rocks off on. Still holding her hair by one hand, Harry works at his robes and then his pants with the other, until finally his massive cock is out of its confines and smacking the dark-skinned Professor across the face. A gasp leaves Aurora’s already parted lips, and she moans as he rubs his member all over her cheeks, her nose, and her lips for a good solid minute.

It’s an interesting contrast, his pale cock against her dark skin tone. But ultimately, Harry wants more… and that’s exactly what he’s going to get. Growling slightly, he tugs sharply on Aurora’s hair, prompting an involuntary cry of pain from the Professor. Then, he shoves his cock into her open mouth. While Aurora’s eyes do widen in surprise, she’s also quite accommodating as he feeds inch after inch of his prick in between her lips and down her throat.

Her hands come up to clutch at his legs, but she’s not trying to push him away, even as Harry chokes her with his dick. Once more than half of his member is lodged inside of Aurora’s throat, the young wizard releases his cock and places that hand in her hair as well. Holding her head in place with both of his hands, he looks down into her eyes as she in turn looks back up at him. Grinning with a viciousness that surprises even himself, Harry begins to fuck Aurora’s face right then and there, causing her to gag almost immediately as he rails away at her throat.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

The beautiful black witch’s eyes almost immediately begin to water, though even as the involuntary tears begin to track down her cheeks, she never breaks eye contact with him. Gazing up into his green irises, Aurora makes it absolutely clear through nonverbal communication that she’s his. That he can do whatever he pleases with her. That’s good, because Harry wasn’t exactly intending to ask for permission… and there was quite a lot that he wanted to do to her in that moment.

For now though, he was simply enjoying the feel of her tight throat spasming and convulsing around his cock as he buried his dick in her esophagus over and over again. Aurora Sinistra really was a phenomenal cocksucker, and an absolutely gorgeous witch. The young wizard couldn’t exactly deny that… and he never would, even if he did blame the Professor, as well as Professor Vector, for how he was now.

Growling, Harry applies a bit more force to his movements, thrusting into Aurora’s gullet all the harder, pistoning in and out of her mouth as her jaw stretches to accommodate him. Slobber drips off of her lower lip and onto her chin, before in turn slipping down onto her top, staining the garment with more and more of her drool and her saliva.

Harry could care less though. Ultimately, this is about his pleasure, not hers. And he’s certainly enjoying himself, even as Aurora’s eyes begin to flutter shut, almost rolling back in her head from the oxygen deprivation. Still, he can feel his release approaching. He can feel the pleasure building and building, until eventually he just can’t hold it back any longer.

His massive, thick pecker comes out of the beautiful dark-skinned witch’s throat with a pop, and a moment later he’s spilling his first release all over Aurora’s face, liberally painting the Professor’s features with an incredibly viscous layer of his cum. The sticky, hot substance covers up Aurora’s dark-skin, and by the time he’s done, she can’t even see beyond his seed.

Her fingers come up to wipe his cum from her eyes, and she looks up at him with a happy, wide smile, even as her breath comes out a bit raspy from the excessive abuse he’d dealt to her throat. She slowly recovers, even as she eats what she can of his load… but it’s not enough. It’s never enough, not really, but Harry isn’t even remotely satisfied, and he won’t be until he’s taken out every bit of frustration and irritation on the slutty witch before him.

Another growl erupts from the young wizard’s throat as he drags Aurora to her feet. The Professor yelps, but is completely compliant as Harry forces her to bend over her own desk, a familiar position for both of them. This time though, they’re facing away from the classroom as Harry rips Aurora’s robes off of her, and neither is playing to an audience beyond one another.

That doesn’t stop the beautiful witch from moaning wantonly in need as Harry tears her skirt off of her as well, revealing her fat ass clad in nothing but a pair of black, lacy panties. Slipping his fingers into them, Harry pulls back and then releases, enjoying the sound of a wet slap followed by a pleasurable squeal as her undergarments are used to give her a pussy spanking.

Doing that again, Harry actually tilts his head back and lets his eyes drift shut this time, solely to enjoy the moment to the fullest. Again and again and again he snaps Aurora’s lacy panties back against her sopping wet cunt, feeling just how drenched and messy her undergarments already are. She’s squirming beneath him now, his other hand pressing to the back of her neck as he pins her down.

The teasing is clearly taking its toll on the submissive witch, and finally Harry stops, leaning over Aurora and simply holding her panties up from her body, prepared to snap her cunt again, but not doing it quite yet.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, slut.”

“Please… please Harry, please f-fuck me. Gah!”

He snaps her cunt with her panties, and then pulls back once more, giving her quite the uncomfortable wedgie in the process.

“Is that all?”

Blushing profusely, the black witch lowers her gaze to wooden desk beneath her, even as her legs shake and her fat, bubble butt in turn jiggles with them.

“I want… I want you to dominate me Harry. I want you to use me, abuse me! Treat me like I’m nothing, like I’m just a toy, a set of holes for you to play with! Satisfy yourself on my body and leave me wanting MORE!”

There’s a moment of silence, and Aurora tenses in preparation for another panty snap. Instead, there’s a pulling sensation and then her undergarments are torn from her entirely as Harry rips her favorite pair of panties off of her body.

“That’s a good girl. I don’t need to hear anything more from you from this point on though.”

Her balled-up, pussy juice-soaked panties are pressed to her lips, and the dark-skinned Professor can do nothing but submit to the wizard over a decade her junior, her mouth opening wide to accept the makeshift gag. A moment later and she’s practically drinking her own pussy juices as Harry pushes her back down, her face pressed into her desk.

Grinning in excitement, the young wizard looks at the nice fat ass before him. Even without her panties to act as a nice little toy for snapping her cunt… Harry rears his free hand back and then brings it down on Aurora’s big, black bubble butt. A muffled cry leaves the gagged witch’s lips as he smacks her bottom as hard as he can, before ultimately turning the spanking into a groping. His fingers dig into her ass cheek for a long second, and then he’s pulling back to do the same thing with the other side of her delectable derriere.

Much like with her panties, Harry carries on with this new foreplay for several minutes, and Aurora gets more and more antsy as she whines through her gag, her hips shaking back at him rather needily. Finally, Harry takes mercy on the girl, laughing mockingly as he does so. His hand leaves her ass, and a moment later his hot, throbbing cock lands across one of her butt cheeks instead.

“Is this it? Is this what you want, you filthy fucking slut?”

If there was ever any sort of teacher-student relationship between them, it’s shattered in that moment, as Aurora nods her head as best she’s able, and makes an affirmative sound through her gag.

“Mmhmm…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

If she ever had authority over the young wizard, she’s lost any claim to it at this point. Instead, it’s Harry who’s in complete control as he slips his mammoth-sized member off of her butt and down between her spread legs. Her pussy twitches hopefully as he presses his cockhead up against her lower lips, and when he begins to slide in, said lower lips spread apart like the petals of a flower, and a long, loud moan ends up muffled and stifled by the torn panties in her mouth, even as Aurora instinctively arches her back from the sensation.

Harry pants as he feels his cock being sucked into the dark-skinned Professor’s cunt once again. This isn’t the first time he’s fucked Aurora after all. It certainly won’t be the last. Still, it’s as pleasurable as ever, having the hot older witch’s cunt wrapped around his dick, squeezing and tightening along his member. Her pussy walls clutch at him, trying to keep him from pulling back, but Harry Potter will not be denied. He slides himself halfway out of her… and then he thrusts back in, even more vicious than before.

Another cry leaves Aurora’s gagged mouth, and she cums a moment later as the pressure along his cock grows all the more intense. But by that point, Harry is already thrusting away into her, fucking her with all his strength, plowing her senseless with all his might. He’d face-fucked her with some power behind his pistoning, but that had been her head, and it wasn’t like he really wanted to hurt her throat.

Now though… well, the pussy is meant to be fucked. And Aurora’s feels like a perfect sleeve around his cock as he rams against the entrance of her womb until even that gives away before his relentless onslaught. He slams home into her womb, right through her cervix, and Aurora experiences another orgasm a moment later as his massive cockhead fills her most sacred place to the brim with man meat, pushing out the other side until her belly is distending a bit beneath the desk.

Harry doesn’t even notice what he’s doing, even as his magic makes it possible. All the young wizard knows is that it feels good… no, more than good, it feels RIGHT. Fucking Aurora senseless, dominating her, subjugating her beneath him… Harry’s never felt so alive, at least not since he’d fucked the entire female class during that Sexual Education thing.

Plowing those young witches one after the other had been akin to this sensation right here and now, of completely and utterly bringing a beautiful Professor to heel. Gritting his teeth, Harry fucks Aurora harder and harder still, ramming into her cunt, into her womb with all the force he can muster. In turn, Aurora’s eyes roll back in her head, and her tongue would no doubt be hanging free of her mouth if she didn’t have her torn panties blocking it.

The makeshift gag also prevents her screams of pleasure and ecstasy from leaving the classroom, even as her body shakes and spasms over and over again from the nonstop orgasms, her pussy expelling more and more juices along the length of Harry’s cock. Aurora’s sexual fluids flow down Harry’s dick and along his balls as he continues to fuck her, and there’s an outright puddle forming between their legs as she cums time and time again from the experience.

Harry pays it no mind though. His attention is on Aurora and Aurora alone. And even with his second release fast approaching, Harry doesn’t see any reason to stop or to hold off, or even to slow down at this point. No, he fucks the dark-skinned witch right through his own orgasm, and he buries his cock in her womb as he fills her directly with his seed.

Something feels right about that. Pumping his load down her throat would have given him no true satisfaction… but filling her cunt with a nice, thick stream of his hot, white cum? Oh yeah, that felt appropriate. Harry doesn’t even fully comprehend that its his desire to breed her driving him on… but he does it all the same, his magic outright singing as his seed flows from his dick tip into her womb, filling her up and then some.

When he pulls out of her, more than a little white, hot cum comes with his cock. But Harry isn’t worried. Instead, he’s more focused on the Professor’s tired, heaving body… and the fact that he hasn’t REALLY managed to pay her back for what she’d done yet. It was all her fault after all, and that meant he had to teach her a lesson for her actions. Eyeing her up and down for a moment, Harry finally knows what he has to do.

Aurora is barely recovered when she suddenly feels a weight on her charmed desk that wasn’t there before. Then, her ass cheeks are spread wide apart, and a familiar pressure is being exerted on her tight, little asshole. The dark-skinned Professor has all of a second for her eyes to widen, before Harry is burying his gigantic dick in her poor little behind from above.

The boy has outright mounted both her and her desk at this point, crouching on either side of her body as he pushes her until her upper half is almost hanging off of the front side. Aurora tries to push herself up with her hands, but Harry is much stronger than her, and the moment he starts to fuck her ass, there’s nothing the Astronomy Professor can do but take it as her student rails into her massive badonkadonk to his heart’s content.

Grunts of pain fill the air at first, but it’s not long before the pleasure begins to take over. Thanks to their enthusiastic activities up to this point, Harry’s dick is lubed up in both saliva and sexual fluids, the latter coming from both of them. Her drool, his cum, and her pussy juices, all mixing together to make for one right mess of an ass-fuck, as he plowed her back door almost as hard as he’d fucked her cunt.

In her new position, with the blood rushing to her head, Aurora couldn’t keep the torn panties in her mouth anymore. They slip from her lips during a particularly loud, drawn-out moan, and the soaked-through, wadded-up undergarments make a splatting noise when they hit the floor beneath her. Harry pauses for a second, hearing the change in her voice, now that she was no longer being muffled. But then, showing just how little he cared, he kept right on fucking her ass to his heart’s content.

It was what Aurora had asked for after all. Pleasure and satisfaction for HIM, through the use of her body. She’d offered herself up to the young, powerful wizard without a second thought, lost in the feel of his aura as it washed over her, clouding her judgment and dominating her mind. There was nothing Aurora wanted more than to let Harry fuck her forever… and he just might do that, though she knew things would eventually come to an end.

Not on her account though. Aurora would never refuse Harry, not ever. She loved him, more than was healthy… but then, that was just how the wizarding world worked. The Professor couldn’t help but wonder if he knew… if he didn’t, she’d have to tell him, because she’d already heard rumors of him fucking female students around school.

She would- oooh fuuuuck~ Aurora’s thoughts are derailed right then and there by Harry’s cock hitting a particularly deep point inside of her ass. Her tongue lulls out of her skull and her eyes roll back in her head as she cums on the spot and loses any control of her mind. She’s reduced to a bit of a meat puppet from that moment on, even as Harry continues to fuck her big, fat bubble butt to his heart’s content, ramming into her with all the force of a freight train.

It’s much later that he cums again as well, and by that point Aurora is barely conscious, let alone cognizant. Harry’s seed paints her backside, all the way from the nape of her neck down to her massive posterior. And only then does he stop, only after he’s fucked every last one of her holes and left a truly gigantic load of cum in her womb. It’s over, or at least for Harry it is as he leaves her lying there, wandering off to pilfer food from her office or something.

By the time Aurora recovers, Harry has returned and is sitting in her chair, behind her desk, eating. He waits for her to slowly crawl off of the table, and then he watches in some amusement as she pulls off her last garment, her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra underneath, but then most older witches don’t, preferring to use charms to keep their tits from drooping or weighing them down, rather than the sometimes-uncomfortable undergarments.

Regardless, with her last assets exposed to Harry, the fully naked witch kneels before him as he lounges in her chair. She takes hold of his messy cock and begins to clean it off with her tongue, even as she massages and kneads his balls. They both relax like that for a good few minutes, him just sitting there, and her cleaning up after the two of them.

Finally though, Harry’s voice cuts through the air.

“What am I going to do? I don’t understand… is this just to be my life, from now on?”

Ah… well, he’s asking her for advice, so now is a good a time as any to explain, isn’t it? Laying one last long lick up the underside of Harry’s cock, Aurora kisses the tip and then pulls back a bit, looking up into Harry’s confused, questioning eyes, even as she begins to stroke him with both hands.

“I’m sorry to see you so ignorant of the wizarding world, Harry. If I could, I would find those responsible for your lack of a magical upbringing and give them a piece of my mind… and perhaps a curse in the ass for their idiocy. Suffice to say… this is how the wizarding world works. Magic… magic is a primal force, in the end. Witches submit to wizards, as Septima and I told you and the class back then. But witches only submit to wizards of sufficient power.”

Taking a single breath, Aurora continues, even as her fingers work wonders on Harry’s shaft, slowly bringing him back to full mast.

“It is rather unfair… but magic has never been fair. Each witch and each wizard is born with magic. Some are stronger than others. Some are weaker. But it is witches that are drawn to wizards of great power. A witch could be the strongest of her age, but she will not draw a harem of weaker wizards to her, for whatever reason. Instead, she will age and she will wait until she finds a wizard that can show her where she belongs… at his feet.”

Harry blinks at that, and Aurora is gratified when his green eyes light up.

“That… that’s the case with you and Professor Vector, isn’t it?”

Aurora’s lips curl into a wide grin. She still has some of his seed on his face, but its mostly dried by this point. It’s no matter though, not to her. She happily wears Harry’s cum with pride, even as she nods her head up and down.

“It is… or it was. I’ve found my wizard now Harry, thanks to you.”

There’s a flash of pride in the young man’s eyes, and he reaches out and grabs a fist full of her hair, almost instinctively. Aurora relaxes into his grip, even as he pulls slightly, eyeing her up and down.

“Happy to be of service, slut. Still… is it the same for someone like McGonagall?”

She was gratified to hear a note of concern in Harry’s voice. Shaking her head as best she can, Aurora laughs lightly.

“No, no… the Head of your House… well, did you know that Minerva was Albus’ apprentice in Transfiguration directly after she left Hogwarts? That witch has always been a powerhouse. Whereas Professor Vector and I were simply unlucky to have a truly mediocre year of male students during our time here, Minerva was just too strong for any wizard to tame her… except for Albus Dumbledore. But by the time Septima and I came along, the old goat was… well, an old goat.”

Harry couldn’t really help the derisive snort that left him at Aurora’s less-than-reverent description of the Headmaster. In truth, even the thought of the Headmaster and his Head of House going at it as he’d just done with Aurora… it was equal parts horrifying and amusing to imagine. Still…

“But every girl seems to be after me… what the hell is going on there? I don’t want a harem a hundred witches large!”

Aurora bites her lower lip at that, hoping to be the first in his harem, regardless of how big it grew. She could only lock in her position if she continued to be helpful though.

“You… you’re special, Harry. I can feel it, and I imagine every other witch in school can feel it too. You’re beyond even Dumbledore… your aura, it pulls at my mind every moment I’m before you. And if I’m being quite honest? I wouldn’t have it any other way. You are going to have more witches, both your age and older, coming after you from this point on. You can’t fight it… but you can control it.”

Harry lifts a single brow at that, and Aurora nibbles even harder at her lower lip.

“Did you have someone in mind?”

The beaming smile that spreads across the dark-skinned witch’s face is certainly a sight to behold, even as she runs her smooth palms up and down Harry’s cock.

“As a matter of fact… I do.”

She doesn’t have to say anything more. A glance up at into Harry’s eyes as she once again lowers her head over his massive dick, swallowing inch after inch of his length, shows Aurora that he’s already catching on quite quickly. In the end, who she has in mind is quite obvious. After so long, how could she let anyone else be Harry’s official second, truly?

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The owl that drops off a note asking her to meet with Aurora at her classroom arrives in the morning, but it says to arrive after classes have ended for the day, so that’s what Septima does. The beautiful witch arrives outside of her friend’s classroom with a slight frown marring her pretty face. Stepping inside, she glances around, confused not to find her fellow Professor already waiting for her.

“Professor Sinistra? Aurora, are you here?”

She steps further into the room, only for a familiar voice to sound from behind her.

“Incarcerous.”

The rope that strikes her a moment later works fast, and Septima doesn’t even manage to get her wand out of her wrist holster before she’s trussed up and suspended from the ceiling with her legs bowed and spread apart and her arms pulled behind her back. A gasp leaves Septima’s throat and the witch opens her mouth to instinctively holler, but that’s when the ball gag slips in and muffles her cries of confusion and shock.

The most interesting thing is just how much rope there is… and just how its used. It slides under her robes and under her clothes as well, and a moment later magic is tearing both off of her, along with her undergarments. In less than a minute, Septima is tied up, suspended from the ceiling, and stripped naked. Only the complex rope bondage crisscrossing her pale form provide any sort of modesty… but with them encircling her tits rather than covering, and a long thick stretch sliding up between her pussy lips, she doesn’t exactly feel like ANY of her modesty is maintained.

“Mmm! Mmph!”

“Ah, there you are Septima. You’re late you know.”

Only then does Aurora make her presence known, and its obvious from her fellow Professor’s Cheshire grin that this is all according to plan, even as the black witch steps out from her office wearing nothing but a corset that doesn’t even cover her sizable tits, instead it merely cups them, offering them some support and accentuating her curves as she strides through the classroom.

The door locks then with a resounding click, and Septima glances back to find that the familiar voice she’d heard earlier belong to exactly who she thought it did. Harry James Potter stares at her with those smoldering green eyes and she can see the promise contained in his gaze.

“Hope you don’t mind Septima, but I told dear young Harry here that you’d help me show him just how to properly tame a feisty witch… he did a bang-up job with me of course… but practice makes perfect~”

Septima’s eyes widen and her nostrils flare as her pussy immediately begins to soak the rope that’s slid up between her lower lip. Oh, that WHORE. They’d both been tempted to let Harry truly take them as his own after the success of the ‘Sexual Education’ lesson they’d given with his help. But they’d also agreed that it wasn’t right to steal a young, powerful wizard from his peers. Even if Harry’s power meant he’d be the one in the dominant position, it didn’t change the fact that they had years of experience and could more than likely manipulate him to their way of thinking.

It seemed Aurora hadn’t been quite on board with Septima’s stated hands-off policy as the witch had thought. No, it looked like things were going to go one very particular way from this point on… and yet… and yet, how could Septima be unhappy about that? Harry’s hand closes in her hair and he tugs her head around to stare into her eyes.

“You want this… don’t you, you fucking slut?”

A fresh flood of arousal washes through Septima’s body and she moans through the conjured ball-gag as she squirms in her bindings, swaying back and forth in the air as Harry chuckles darkly. In the meantime, Aurora walks up behind the young wizard and wraps herself around his body, pushing up against his side as she slides a thigh up across his crotch.

When Harry looks to the dark-skinned witch, it’s with a look of amusement, and his other hand snaps up to grab a fist full of her hair as well as he pulls the Professor in and kisses her deeply, dominating her right then and there. It’s… amazing. Watching her friend, watching a woman she went to school with, grew up alongside… finally find the wizard meant to show her where she belonged. Septima wants it. And she’s sure she’s going to get it… once Aurora is done playing games with her.

As soon as they part, the dark-skinned witch grins in Septima’s direction.

“Now Harry, I want you to work on our dear pet here. You need to tease her, sort of like how you teased me yesterday. That was good… but clearly inexperienced. Mm, if you really want to get her begging for your cock, you need to make her cum from just your fingers. She’ll grow more and more sensitive, all while knowing deep down inside that your hands, as good as they feel, can never compare to that big, juicy, fat cock between your legs.”

Septima shudders at just Aurora’s words. Her friend isn’t wrong. She DOES want Harry’s cock again… she’s very rarely wanted anything more, in truth. And the thought of him teasing her instead, of him playing with her body as he withholds that thick, massive prick from her… it fills her with both dread and anticipation.

Harry nods slowly in agreement with Aurora’s words. He steps towards Septima, and Aurora in turn steps back, the black witch hopping up onto a nearby desk and spreading her legs wide so she can begin to finger herself to the view. Biting her lower lip, the other Professor watches as their young student begins to work over her friend. Meanwhile, Septima can do nothing but endure as Harry’s magic washes over her, and his fingers begin to ghost over her naked, bound body.

He experiments for quite a while, touching her in a dozen different ways. Aurora gives some advice here and there, but in truth, it’s not actually needed. The two witches meet eyes more than once to share their disbelief over Harry’s sheer instinct for how to touch a woman. Every woman is different, in the end. Every woman has some of the same pleasure points, as well as their own.

You couldn’t just map out one woman’s body and know immediately how to pleasure all of them. Everyone wanted something different… but Harry seemed to know this immediately. Where he’d spent quite a lot of time focusing on Aurora’s ass and pussy, here he focuses on Septima’s fat, pale tits, suspended beneath her and wrapped around the base by the rope bondage he’d spelled her into.

His fingers glide along her sensitive mammaries, pinching and pulling at her rock-hard nipples. He continues on and covers every inch of her body of course, leaving her ass reddened and her pussy gushing, but he always comes back to her tits… and its as he pinches her nipples between his thumbs and his index fingers for the umpteenth time that Septima experiences her first orgasm.

Her pussy juices squirt all over the rope binding her cunt, spraying out from around it and making quite a mess on the floor beneath her. Aurora giggles, even as she moans from her own masturbation, and Septima groans through the ball-gag stretching her jaw wide. The sexual torture continues as Harry coaxes climax after climax from her in a variety of different ways.

Her entire body is primed by the time he stops, and just as Aurora said… she wants his cock. Harry’s big, hard, throbbing dick… she can almost taste it. She can certainly sense it, or at least she thinks she can. Septima moans and writhes in her bindings, feeling almost suffocated by Harry’s stifling magic as the young man finally steps away from her, his hands pulling back.

An instant later, the rope holding her up is vanished, and Septima finds herself landing on her feet, only for her legs to buckle a moment later, sending her to her knees as yet another orgasm rushes through her body. She spasms and shakes, moaning wantonly on the floor right in front of the wizard who’s so thoroughly conquered her.

Moving away from her, Harry walks to Aurora’s desk at the head of the classroom, then, with a simple flick of his finger, he sends the dark-skinned witch to the floor right beside her peer, and Aurora gasps in surprise and delight as she cums as well, orgasming shamelessly all over the floor then and there.

“Come.”

The two Professors, powerful, mature witches in their own right… crawl towards the young wizard that’s completely taken control of them. As they crawl, Harry reaches into his robes and finally pulls out his raging hard-on, revealing his thick, massive, throbbing dick to their eyes. The beautiful women continue to crawl, but now their gazes are fastened to his massive member, even as Harry sways it back and forth.

“Use your tits sluts. Show me what you can do.”

They obey him, when they finally arrive at his feet. Septima is noticeably larger in the breast department than Aurora, but the black witch still does her best to wrap her meager assets around her half of Harry’s cock. Septima’s fat mammaries press in on Aurora’s chest, stealing some of the other witch’s space, but when Aurora gives her friend a frown, the other Professor simply smirks at her.

“What? You weren’t going to take care of it.”

Flushed with embarrassment and more importantly arousal, Aurora just scowls and begins to give Harry a titjob right alongside her fellow Professor. The two of them wrap their tits around his mammoth-sized cock on either side as best they can, and then they slide up and down, licking at his length with their tongues at the same time. Harry grunts his appreciation, even as he slides his fingers through the hair of both of his new fuck toys.

He’s definitely not letting these sluts go anywhere. Professors or not… Harry knows he’s in charge now, and that means they’re going to listen to him, and do whatever he says… whether they like it or not. Heh, but there isn’t much fear of them not liking it, if what Aurora told him was true. Harry grins viciously at that, pleased to have taken up a space in their lives that had gone empty for so long.

It was clear that the two older witches had been waiting for someone like him to come along for ages. Helping teach classes at Hogwarts was one thing, but it wasn’t the sort of fulfillment either of them needed. This was the curse of being a powerful witch, or so it seemed. But now Harry was there, and he wasn’t about to let either of them slip through his fingers.

Groaning all the louder as their experienced technique shines through, Harry throws his head back as he’s swiftly brought to his first release by the duo tag-teaming his cock. Needless to say, Septima wasn’t the only one to get positively primed by the sexual torture he’d put her through. Watching her cum again and again like that, knowing that Aurora was masturbating her way through orgasm after orgasm as well… suffice to say, Harry was feeling a bit backed up.

So his first release came fast, and his seed sprayed out all over the two women before him, their faces and their tits getting liberally covered in the stuff as Harry watches on in some amusement, quite enjoying the way his facials make them look. When he’s done cumming, the older witches pause, as if shocked by just how much he can let out. Aurora though is more than used to it by this point and is thus the first to recover as she reaches around Harry’s prick, still at full mast as it is, to grab her friend’s head.

Dragging Septima to her over his cock, Aurora begins to lick her fellow Professor clean of his cum like the common slut she is, right there in front of him. After a moment of realizing she’s missing out, Septima happily does the same, and Harry gets to watch the two go at it for a few minutes as they clean themselves and his cock up with their tongues.

When they’re done, they finally pull away, taking up position beside each other and looking up at him from their knees in complete and utter supplication. It’s clear from the way that Septima is squirming that she still wants to be fucked, while Aurora has a wide grin on her face, clearly excited for whatever Harry has planned for them. After a moment, the young wizard does come up with an idea… and after picking up his wand, he just waves it, pushing his desires into his supercharged magical aura, and watching as it changes the two women before him.

Not their bodies of course, transfiguration would be far too power intensive. Instead, Harry’s magic conjures up two extremely slutty, extremely skimpy Hogwarts school uniforms. They’re houseless of course, and the ties are black and white stripes, but the effect is obvious, and as both witches look down at their short skirts and their expansive cleavage, the little game Harry’s playing becomes obvious too.

Septima is the first to speak up, clearly eager to get the show on the road.

“Ooh, Professor… Aurora and I have been such naughty, naughty witches. Skipping class to make out with each other in broom closets, missing homework assignments. Mm, we totally failed that last exam… but we reeeeeally need that grade. Is there ANYTHING we can do to have you turn that T into an O?”

Septima bats her eyelashes, and Aurora licks her lips like a hungry wolf. Harry looks on rather amused at the duo, and then down at his still-exposed cock.

“I suppose we shall just have to see, won’t we? Up on that desk behind you girl. Let me see what I’m working with.”

“Mm, if you say so Professor~”

Aurora watches on with a hint of jealousy and a whole lot of lust as Septima in turn gets off her knees and moves to the front row of desks sitting behind her. She turns back around to face him and hops up on the desk as Harry moves to join her. When Septima’s long, pale legs spread apart, her extremely short skirt can’t help but ride up, and her naked cunt is exposed in a heartbeat, even as he closes the distance.

“Oh? What’s this? No underwear? You truly are a naughty little chit, aren’t you?”

Septima can’t do much beyond nod and moan, making an affirmative noise in the back of her throat that turns into a surprised cry of pleasure when Harry thrusts three fingers into her outright sopping cunt. He chuckles as he pistons the digits in and out of her sloppy hole for a few seconds, before finally pulling them free. Then, the young wizard reaches up and tears Septima’s conjured blast open, letting her massive tits bounce free.

All the witch can do is moan some more, any words she might have said lost to her as Harry mauls her tits. His mouth is suddenly on hers, and his tongue is down her throat, even as his cockhead slips into her ready-and-waiting pussy. He feeds inch after inch of his dick into Septima’s cunt, and in turn, Septima’s inner walls clench down around his cock, tightening up dramatically as she finally, FINALLY gets the dicking she’s been so desperately craving.

With his tongue halfway down her throat, the older witch’s cries are muffled as she orgasms on the spot, but it doesn’t stop once it starts. Harry fucks her atop the desk, dressed as she is like some slutty schoolgirl, and Septima just takes it, cumming again and again and again around his member. He plows her silly, and he almost forgets Aurora is even there, until the ignored dark-skinned witch finally makes her presence known again, slipping in between Harry’s legs and taking up position at his ball sack.

A groan slips out of Harry’s mouth at that point, when he feels a wet tongue and a warm mouth on his nuts. Aurora slurps and suckles at his balls, all while Harry pounds away into her friend, railing Septima with all the force he’d fucked Aurora with the day before. His cock pierces right into Septima’s womb in no time, and though it doesn’t show with any sort of belly distension, his dick tip fills her most sacred of places in the same way it’d filled Aurora, sliding up in and fitting perfectly as it stretches Septima’s womb out like a condom.

They settle into a fairly easy routine for the next little while. Harry fucks Septima, Septima climaxes while impaled on his thick, meaty cock and Aurora ends up taking a face of pussy juices and precum every few seconds while also doing her absolute best to worship Harry’s balls, bathing them with her tongue to the best of her ability.

The classroom is filled with nothing but the sounds of pleasure and flesh slapping against flesh, until finally Harry’s next release is drawn out of him by Septima’s constantly clenching cunt. Her pussy walls cling to his member, tightening around his cock, and eventually it just proves to be too much. Her final orgasm sends him right over the edge, and Harry fills the beautiful witch’s womb with seed just as he had Aurora the day before, pumping Septima to the brim and then some, and nearly drowning the kneeling Aurora in the process.

The black witch is forced to pull away eventually, to wipe the excess of cum and pussy juices from her face, even as Harry pulls out of Septima. Of course, Aurora isn’t given much respite, before Harry has her by the hair and is dragging her up to place her on the desk next to her friend. Once again, Aurora finds herself bent over a desk. This time, she’s bent over a student’s desk, wearing a student’s uniform as Harry’s cock finds its mark and he thrusts into her cunt without any further fanfare.

The young wizard’s lusts are unquenchable. His desire and his need for sex insatiable. Harry fucks Aurora fast and hard, while also dragging Septima close so he can continue to kiss the other witch heatedly as he does so. He fucks Aurora… and then he fucks Septima. And the cycle begins, as his ever-hard cock finds hole after hole after hole to plow senseless.

Harry takes Septima’s ass eventually as well, and he face-fucks the woman until she’s just as messed up as Aurora was the day before. He plows both witches senseless more than once, dominating them and taming them just as Aurora had told him to. The Professors, unattached until now, are completely and utterly broken to his will by the time he’s done with him. Both powerful witches in their own right, they’re no match for a powerful wizard.

Over the course of the next several hours, Harry fucks Septima Vector and Aurora Sinistra up and down the latter’s classroom. The trio misses dinner, but not a single one of them truly cares, and while she’s taking a break, Aurora is quick to order some food in from the House Elves down in Hogwarts’ kitchen, as Harry fucks Septima for the umpteenth time in the background.

The two Professors learn something from their big-dicked, magically powerful student over the course of that long sexual conquest. They both come to the same conclusion, in the end. Harry Potter is stronger than Albus Dumbledore. The boy is more powerful than the Hogwarts Headmaster ever was, even at the prime of his life.

But then, of course he is. He’s more powerful than Voldemort as well, not that either witch is necessarily thinking about You-Know-Who. Harry was the kind of wizard that only came once in a millennium, and none except Merlin before him could have matched his power. Septima and Aurora had hit the jackpot, for finally finding the wizard they could submit to, that they could kneel before and worship for the rest of their days.

It wasn’t going to end with just them though, and they both knew that as well, even as Harry finally exhausted them each to the point of passing out, bent over either end of Aurora’s desk as they were at that point. With neither witch particularly coherent, Harry let them be and plopped down into Aurora’s comfortable, cushioned chair once more. Sitting behind her desk, he holds a plate of piping hot food that the House Elves brought and slowly eats from it as he looks around the room.

The evidence of his presence is everywhere. Not just in the amount of sexual fluids both he and his two little sluts have left across the place, but in the signs of his surprisingly powerful magic as well. Harry chews whatever it is he’s currently eating almost absently, before eventually swallowing. His eyes rake over the ropes still hanging from the ceiling, passing along to the tattered remains of the numerous costumes he’d conjured for Septima and Aurora over the course of their fun together.

The school girl uniforms were just one set among them. Harry, it turned out, could be quite creative when it came to getting his rocks off. Now of course, both witches were completely naked. He’d fucked them each one last time for good measure, but he hadn’t bothered clothing either of them. They were almost like art, each hanging off of one end of the long, large mahogany desk.

His seed fountained out of their cunts and asses in equal measure, even as it dripped off of their bodies, coated as they were in the stuff, at the same time. Harry Potter had left his mark, that was for sure… and after doing so, after finally TRULY giving into his basest urges… the young wizard felt satisfied. He finally felt free of the desire that had been building in him since the overdose of Spice-Up.

It wasn’t like just fucking a girl or feeling them up in the hallway had been. That had been enough to take the edge off, more than once of course, but it hadn’t fulfilled him like this. Now, even that day in the classroom with all those female students didn’t seem as fulfilling. Because only now did Harry realize he hadn’t sealed the deal with any of them.

He’d fucked all of them of course, but that wasn’t enough. That didn’t explain Hermione’s behavior of course, since Harry was confident now that he hadn’t even fucked her to the point of true domination, of bringing her under his magic’s control as he had Septima and Aurora just now. But then, there was one explanation for Hermione… the brunette witch was a true, honest slut. She was a submissive little whore, beyond all the magic and the domination and what not.

Hermione Granger, muggleborn and blind to the wizarding world’s inner workings… was simply a natural slutty little sex slave. It was the only explanation for why she’d called him Master. It’d taken hours for Septima and Aurora to start doing so, and though they now both worshipped him even more fervently than even Hermione had, it still took time.

He’d have to do it properly with Hermione, at some point. He wasn’t expecting resistance from the know-it-all witch of course, but Harry did want to find a way to make it special nonetheless. He wanted to take her and play with her and fuck her senseless until her impressive, expansive intellect all but dribbled out of her ears and she wanted nothing more than to be his happy little slut.

He wanted… damn, he really did want that, didn’t he? As long as she was okay with it. Hell, as long as any of them were okay with it. He’d fuck every hot, willing girl or woman in Hogwarts’ halls into submission. Maybe even beyond, if he got the chance…

Of course, there was the Head Girl too. Harry still didn’t know her name. But if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t really need to know who she was, to fuck her senseless. With an open invitation to her private rooms, how could he say no? Ah, but there was time for that. There was time for them all, in the end. He’d come to terms with what had happened. He’d come to terms with the way things were in the wizarding world, and more than that, he’d come to terms with exactly what he was going to do next.

They wanted him, for his magic or his cock or whatever. Harry would give them what they wanted. He would give all of them exactly what they wanted. And in return, he would take their submission, their subservience, their obedience. He would take their loyalty and their devotion and their adoration.

Was this how Dark Lords were made? Harry didn’t feel particular dark, but he could feel the way the wicked grin on his face stretched his cheeks a bit too far. He felt his magic swirling around him, rushing through the room, running over the bodies of his two new pets, caressing their naked curves and rubbing against their erogenous zones.

Slowly but surely, Aurora and Septima wake up. And when they do, and they lay eyes on him, they immediately scramble off of the desk and onto their hands and knees, crawling over to where he’s lounging in the chair. His cock is tucked away now though, and Harry is feeling particularly satisfied at the moment. He watches them, seeing just what they’ll do. They’re still hungry for him, still completely and utterly crazy for him… but it’s clear that their loyalty supersedes their desire.

They spend a moment looking up into his eyes, and then they each easily take up position on either side of him, resting their heads against his legs and lounging back so that they’re sitting and facing away, touching him but ready to guard him against all danger. Even if there’s nothing particularly dangerous coming for him, Harry appreciates the sentiment as he continues to sit there, enjoying his meal.

He can definitely get used to this.