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An Angry Dragon's Revenge
🕑 Added 2023-04-27 22:06:38 +0000 UTCAn angry Dragon’s revenge.
A.N :- The second Patron voted story. And the filthiest of the three. I know it might not suit everybody's taste. But writing it was quite fun. The most voted Harry/Victorie will be posted on 30th. So if anybody does have any plot, or story ideas that you would like to see in a story then send that to me within the next 4-5 days. I will include them in the poll.
Oh, the next MLIB chapter will come out tomorrow. So see you guys then.
Tags- Milf, gangbang, double penetration, bukkake, moral degradation, cheating, voyeurism.
Lily Potter stomped through the empty corridors. Her high heels clicked on the rough polished stone of the millennium-old castle. She huffed through her nose, swishing her wand through the air.
Tempus.
The Potter matriarch’s bright emerald eyes twitched erratically. She certainly hadn’t accepted Professor Dumbledore’s request, filling for the charms teacher’s role to run around searching for unruly junior death eaters evading their punishment. Especially, at this time of the night. But then again, the sixth-year Slytherins had been a pain in her arse from the very first day of her professorship. Creating trouble in her class at every opportunity. Not to mention the number of times she had caught them bullying young muggleborns throughout the castle.
Even though she had sworn in impartiality at the start of her employment, she could guiltily admit to her enjoyment of making the proud purebloods clean toilets with small toothbrushes like the muggle kin they detest so much.
Well, she was still a lioness at the heart. Thank you very much.
She really shouldn’t love seeing those angry faces glowering at her impotently for the dozenth time that she had put them in detention. Well, Snivellus certainly treated the Gryffindors similar way, anyway. And Professor McGonagall seemed entirely unwilling to curb her once friend’s unprofessional behavior.
When her son used to whine about the constant harassment that he received at the hands of Lucius’s son and his cohorts, she always thought that Harry was exaggerating due to his bias growing up with James and Sirius. But if anything, her son seemed to undersell his treatment at the hands of those smug bastards.
Lily tucked a strand of red hair that had come loose from her tight bun, glowering at the shadows that the burning lanterns created throughout the dark corridor.
I had enough of this shit.
Pointing her wand forward, the Potter matriarch intoned.
Point me, Draco Malfoy!
Her wand spun upward, indicating the blond troublemaker’s current location.
What the hell was the blond brat doing so far away from his dungeons at this time of the night?
And judging by her current position, the Malfoy brat seemed to be on the seventh floor itself, near the Gryffindor common rooms.
Lily Potter took a shortcut through the painting of Galfred the Gallant. A shortcut that James showed her in their dating days in the seventh year.
Let’s see how many detention Narcissa’s spawn get this time by evading punishment and breaking curfew.
The redhead silenced her footsteps to not give away her presence, slowly following her wand that pointed toward a closed door at the juncture of two corridors, just a few doors away from the painting of the fat lady.
Lily tiptoed toward her destination, ears peeled for any sound from the detestable Slytherin boy.
Nothing.
That would mean…
The temporary charms professor pressed her ears to the wooden surface, frowning at the complete silence that met her eardrums.
Lily stepped back a few feet and squared her shoulders. Her wand pointed toward the warded doors, and an angry hiss left her lips followed by a violet light through her wand, illuminating the dark brown mahogany, for instance.
The angry redhead’s indignation tapered into choked wheezing, bright emerald eyes widening in alarm at the scene that greeted her. A scene that was so shocking that Lily Potter just gawked at the spectacle, mouth wide open in astonishment.
***
“Ugh!”
Draco Malfoy smirked haughtily at the stupid sound that emanated from the drooling girl underneath his frame. Wild brown curls spread like a halo, framing an uncommonly pretty face that met his grey eyes. Well, pretty for a mudblood anyway.
The line of drool that dribbled from the girl’s open mouth swelled his chest in pride. Along with the periodic groans that the beautiful girl let out.
“Like that Granger? Like my superior cock, you mudblood whore?” Draco put both of his hands over the pale mounds of large flesh on the girl’s chest, mauling the red expanse of flesh along with the diamond-hard nipples roughly. The hard twist of the crinkled nub forced a choked gasp from the brunette along with a hoarse response.
“Yes!… Yes!… So goooood!”
Draco replaced his hands with his mouth, taking the pink nipple between his teeth and harshly biting it; marking the pale skin of Potter’s girlfriend with a red mark along with the dozen others that he had forced throughout their encounter.
Hips driving down with force, the blond boy accommodated his entire intimidating cock inside the Gryffindor bookworm. The unbearable heat of Potter’s girlfriend was one of the main reasons that he couldn’t stop himself from dragging the know-it-all bitch to a secluded room, frequently.
Not that the bushy-haired girl ever resisted his advances. Except for the half-hearted attempts at token denial.
“Potter can’t satisfy you anymore, can he?” Draco Malfoy continued in a mocking voice, grey eyes glinting in pride. “Now that you have taken the cock of a real wizard.”
The chesty Gryffindor girl was about to open her mouth when ecstatic cries from beside their entwined position interrupted her from praising her current lover.
‘Fucking brutes!.... Yes! Destroy my holes!… Aaahhhh!’
Draco stopped in his thrust to stare at Crabbe and Goyle reshaping the Brown whore’s both holes, keeping her large-breasted body sandwiched between their enormous frames. Wet, furious claps rang from their bestial thrusts, but the blond Gryffindor seemed to love the savagery—her provocations to go even harder egged the simpleminded brutes to get even rougher.
Stupid whore!
Beside them the only remaining Gryffindor slut from their year, the dusky-skinned Parvati was also entrapped between Blaise and Theo, creating the base of the Eiffel Tower, gagging on the quietest boy of their dorm, Theo’s large cock while getting banged furiously from behind by the Dark-skinned Blaise. The huge ass of the Indian girl crashed loudly against the Italian-born wizard’s pelvis, mixing with the pleasureful cries of her other two dormmates.
The self-proclaimed prince of Slytherin focused back on his own slut, the girl he had strictly forbidden his mates from ever thinking about touching.
Yes, Potter’s girlfriend’s tight cunt should stay clear of Blaise’s giant of a black cock or Crabbe and Goyle’s troll-like grotesque appendages and only for his enjoyment.
When he planned to get even with saintly Potter and his friends for defying the Dark lord and his family in the past, fucking those fools’ girlfriends was the first thing that came to his mind. Not that he thought that would be easy. But surprise, surprise… The Gryffindor whores were almost gagging for a proper fucking, no doubt unsatisfied by their limp-dick boyfriends. Thankfully, his friends were easily mollified after he forced Granger to help him seduce her dormmates for his mates, not before getting a taste for himself. Not even in his dreams he had thought the know-it-all mudblood would be such a raging slut for a superior Slytherin dick.
Oh! How he wished he could tie Potter down and force him to watch his girlfriend fuck herself silly on his cock.
Unfortunately, the redheaded bitch of a charms professor, Lily Potter, had made it her life’s mission to put him and his mates in detentions for the smallest of infractions, curtailing the time of their secret tryst heavily. His father also mentioned the senior Potter and the current wife, the mudblood lady of the Potter house, had messed with the Malfoys in the first war, proving a thorn in their path of pureblood supremacy. No wonder their son is such an asshole…
Even though he was supposed to be in detention tonight for name-calling a little mudblood puff, he had forgone that in favor of dragging Potter’s girlfriend for another round of rutting. The best kind of revenge in his mind.
Well, not the best, of course. That would be putting the older redheaded bitch underneath him he—
“Stop this debauchery, this instant!”
Draco Malfoy’s heart missed a beat at the furious yell of the woman whose name he was just cursing in his mind; turning his head toward the entrance of the classroom, the blond stumbled out of the Granger slut’s cunt with haste, dick smeared with the brunette’s juices.
“You two! Stop this instant or I will call the aurors with assault charges.” Crabbe and Goyle, who were still thrusting inside the blond bimbo of the Gryffindor house, finally pulled out, ignoring the loud protest of the said blond. “You dare to force girls into—”
Draco stared as the furious woman trailed off, eyes wide as saucers staring at the gigantic piece of ogre-like dicks that his childhood friends just revealed in all their glory.
Even though he was nervous, the lull in the scolding helped him to gather his scattered thoughts, a devious little plan forming in his mind. Draco nodded his head in Blaise’s direction, causing the sharp Zabini heir to get across his meaning quickly.
“Professor, nobody is forcing anybody here.” The dark-skinned boy followed his other two roommates and pulled out his dick from Parvati, before standing beside the two muscular boys, a similar behemoth of ebony pillar dragging the stupefied redhead’s attention to his groin.
“Yeah. You could ask the girls, Professor.” Draco Malfoy stood by his comrade’s side, smirking internally as the Potter’s mom speechlessly gawked at the four of them. “Isn’t that right, girls?”
The three sixth-year girls’ delirious moans caused the redhead to blush bright red, stepping back unintentionally at the sudden showing of such masculinity.
“St… stop standing there indecently and dress up!” Lily Potter turned her back to the Slytherin boys, voice breaking slightly at her next order. “I will make sure that Headmaster expels you for this… this degeneracy.” And almost rushed out of the room, panting.
“Draco, my father will kill me if I—”
“Don’t be a pansy, Theo. Just let me take the lead.” Draco rolled his eyes at the timid Slytherin boy. “As if my father would let me get expelled.”
***
The next evening.
Lily Potter nervously paced around her classroom, cursing the headmaster in the safety of her sanctuary.
‘Useless, old, bearded fool!’
Lily’s anger was impounded by her own lack of control the other day. She cursed herself for gawking at those Slytherin assholes’ naked endowment; as if seeing male genitalia for the first time.
Yes, they may be multiple times bigger than her husband James’s five-inch pecker. But that certainly didn’t absolve her weakness in front of the bigoted purebloods.
She even missed her opportunity to deduct hundreds of points from the Slytherin house in her embarrassment, only threatening them with immediate expulsion for forcing Gryffindor girls into coitus with them.
And didn’t her threat also turn out empty?
She was absolutely sure that five of the boys had somehow coerced the innocent Gryffindor girls into their trap by either some devious mind magics or some nefarious potions use. How could she have known the girls were willing participants?
She never ever dreamed that Hermione Granger, who used to follow her around and imitate her after joining the wizarding world, would stoop to such a slutty behavior just facing a huge, honking fat Slytherin dick.
Especially as she was currently in a relationship with her son.
And her godson Nevile’s and Molly’s son’s girlfriends’ behaviors were also entirely unacceptable.
She would have to give the girls a stern talk in the future.
But first…
As if summoned magically, a thumping knock at her classroom door reverberated around the empty room.
Swallowing thickly, Lily Potter gave permission to enter and shifted on her seat as all five of the Slytherin sixth-year males sauntered inside, with the Malfoy heir leading the pack with a broad smirk of superiority.
“So what’s going to be our punishment this time, Professor?” Draco drawled, nose wrinkling in distaste. “Doing the squib’s work again?”
“Mr. Malfoy, I want you to understand the gravity of your crimes. Magically forcing innocent girls—” Lily grimaced as the boys chortled like she had shared a funny joke, gritting her teeth to control her temper in the face of such disrespect. “Even if the headmaster thinks you guys are innocent somehow.”
“No professor. None of those sluts were innocent. Especially that mudblood Granger. You should have seen that chit’s enthusiasm in giving me head—”
“A hundred points from Slytherin,” Lily smirked at the glaring eyes of the Malfoy brat. “Apiece.”
An angry vein throbbed in the blond’s temple. The audacity of a lowly mudblood whore…
Only the plan that he had concocted with his mates stopped him from speaking his mind.
“Well, All right.” Lily Potter seemed nonplussed at his casual shrug of such monumental points loss, practically forcing them out of the house cup. “Can we get on with our detention? We have some other things to do.”
“More like someone.” Blaise chimed in, causing the other boys to smother their peals of laughter.
“Even though Headmaster has stopped your expulsions, I can guarantee that you will not like to sit in detention for the entire year,” Lily said, voice conciliatory, trying to hook them with a promise of leniency. “If all of you promise to stay away from the Gryffindor girls and whatever method of coercion that you are using—”
“We will pass.” Draco Malfoy said, not even consulting with his mates. “Having consenting sex is not against the Hogwarts rules, just like Headmaster mentioned last night. So why should we deny ourselves from such easy access to tight Gryffindor cunts?”
Lily would have taken even more points, but it hardly affected the group of arrogant boys, so she bit her tongue at the last second.
Unfortunately, her plan also laid in tatters. The Slytherin bullies seemed entirely uninterested in curbing their debaucheries tendencies.
She would have just left the matter at rest if only Hermione were not involved. She knew of Harry’s immense fondness for the brunette, having seen him nursing that huge crush from the first year of his schooling. If Hermione left him for his sworn arch-nemesis—Lily shuddered to think about the effect it would have on her son.
She had to devise a way to achieve her goal, by any means necessary…
“Well, we could be convinced to part ways with Gryffindor girls, you see…” Draco Malfoy said, wheezing as the most crucial part of his plan hinged on the next few moments. “If someone else takes their place for our entertainment for the time being—”
Lily Potter stared unblinkingly at the smug visage of the blond, mind uncomprehending at the lewdity of the proposal. Her eyebrows furrowed, wheels churning inside her brilliant mind; before she lept up from her sit, hand balling into fists at the audacity of these bastards.
How dare these assholes give such a proposition to me, a married woman?
Draco Malfoy gulped silently. The angry, flaming emerald eyes of the redhead professor turned him on immensely. He could, in hindsight, understand why the blood traitor James Potter would have wanted to sully his bloodline with the woman. The heaving of her chest also did interesting things to her immense breasts, the modest robe failing to hide the killer body that had become the masturbation material for the entire student body.
Draco crossed her fingers, before signaling to all of his friends for the next part of their plan. All five of them shed their trousers simultaneously. Two large hefty cocks and three absolute monstrosities bobbed in front of the furious visage of the redhead, whose eyes had drawn immediately to the congregated Slytherin’s swinging clubs.
Hopefully, their magical method of coercion would add a gorgeously busty redhead ex-Gryffindor with the already needy bunch of Gryffinwhores.
***
A month later
Harry Potter realized at the cusp of the curfew that he has forgotten his charms textbook in the classroom.
With the unfinished work hanging like the executioner’s blade above his throat, Harry grumbled about the looming deadline of the charms essay, eyes searching for his girlfriend Hermione or best mate Ron to borrow their books temporarily. Only the gaggle of overexcited younger years, busy with different games, or the NEWT students cramming their heads with seven years of magical knowledge, greeted his vision.
‘Where were his lousy friends when he needed them?’ Harry lamented, smarting especially at the absence of his brilliant girlfriend. He was pretty sure that the next day’s assignment would have been a piece of cake with his brainiac little girlfriend's help. Though he did notice Hermione’s increasing absence for the last couple of weeks. Hopefully, she was not trying to inhale the library books at this ungodly hour…
With a tired sigh, the Potter heir left his comfy seat by the Gryffindor fireplace, pouting and grumbling about useless friends all the while. The journey from the seventh-floor Gryffindor dorm to the second-floor charms classroom seemed a mile long to the irritated teenager. Hopefully, the charms professor wouldn’t be too upset about this negligence of her subject.
Who was he kidding? Of course, she would be upset.
Harry Potter cursed the day that his mother accepted Professor Dumbledore’s offer of a professorship in Flitwick’s absence. Previously, he only had to face his mother’s insistent badgering for the two months of summer break. But now…
And her constant mollycoddling wasn’t even the main issue. The thing which had made his sixth year of schooling a living nightmare was the constant teasing and filthy comments that every lecherous pervert seemed to pass on regarding his mom’s sex appeal.
The redheaded milf.
If he heard that word again from some bastard’s mouth…
Harry gritted his teeth, hands bunching into tight fists. Thankfully, guys had learned to keep their gobs shut in his presence lately. Unfortunately, his roommates hadn’t been that discreet about their appreciation of Lily Potter’s physique in the past. Just thinking about Dean Thomas’s drawing of his mom that was passed between some senior Gryffindors boiled his blood, on the verge of doing something regrettable to those morons. Though they had made sure to keep that art piece hidden from him after that mishap. If he had to listen to his roommates groaning his mom’s name again, then he… he would…
The black-haired teenager took deep calming breaths, having reached the charms classroom during his reminiscence. Harry reached for the door eagerly, hoping to get in and out quickly with his mother’s permission. Without another lecture on procrastination, hopefully.
The door groaned open a fraction at his touch, causing his eyes to widen.
Harry frowned. The unlocked door threw him out of the loop.
Is his mother not present in her room?
At this time?
The young man was about to scratch his head when his mind supplied him with the information that had made his day when he heard about them. Of the five Slytherin assholes in his year, getting a long rope of detentions from his mother and losing almost all their points in a single go. Though the Slytherin house seemed to gain lots of points lately. No doubt the hook-nosed dungeon bat was giving his snakes unnecessary points.
That would certainly be it. His mom was most probably overseeing their detention of licking owl droppings in the owlery or shoving hippogriffs’ shit somewhere.
The vivid imagery of his tormentors’ misery buoyed his mood. Harry rummaged through his bag, pulling out his invisibility cloak that was thankfully bunched inside a compartment. With him invisible, the portraits of the classroom wouldn’t be able to report his presence when his mother returned.
Heart hammering in his chest, Harry slowly pushed the door ajar and stepped inside the classroom, tiptoeing to the aisle where he had taken his seat during the daytime. His Charms books and the notebook remained untouched under the seat, thankfully.
Harry Potter picked up the thick tomes, gaining confidence from the empty portraits that were usually occupied by two severe-looking old witches.
Whatever…
His work done, Harry was slowly retracing his steps when the dim, almost burnt-out candlelight glinted on the green expensive school robes that rested bunched up over the teacher’s desk.
Being the curious boy, the Potter heir moved to the teacher’s podium, eyes adjusting slowly to the faint amount of light. His brows furrowed at the emerald color of the robe and embroideries, trying to remember if his mother had ever worn any similar clothing.
Harry’s eyes fell on the Slytherin house emblem stitched to the garment, mind stuttering to a halt at the coiled snake that seemed to flicker in the darkness as if taunting him about something.
Perplexed beyond belief, Harry stumbled sideways, almost falling face-first on the podium as a thick fabric coiled around his feet. Picking the offending garment up, his green eyes widened to see another Slytherin robe.
A befuddled boy-who-lived now well adjusted to the darkness focused around the room, heartbeat escalating as his eyes fell on another two similar green robes haphazardly discarded around her mother’s table along with a single one chucked aside just outside her bedroom quarter’s closed door.
Still covered in the invisibility cloak, Harry Potter stumbled to the entrance of the professor’s quarter, rubbing the sweat of his palms on the trousers.
Even though his father had given him the family heirloom at the onset of his Hogwarts journey, the full prowess of the marvelous cloak still eluded him. Harry Potter treated his invisibility cloak just like a regular piece of clothing, maybe more valuable because it helped him with his regular rule-breaking. As such, he was completely unaware of the cloak’s nullifying properties of basic to intermediate wards, shuffling inside the silencing charm’s sphere outside the bedroom without any hesitation. If only James Potter had elaborated the true nature of their family heirloom…
"Ohh… ohh… yes!...yes—"
"Good slut… good slut… yes, yes, bounce on our fucking cocks, you beautiful mudblood—"
Harry’s feet skittered to a halt on the rough stone ground. His ears were assaulted by the gasped and garbled filth that seemed to be echoing in his head—echoing, along with the persistent sounds of slapping flesh, of creaking bedsprings, and of the breathless grunts of multiple male voices rising a few octaves higher the longer he listened to it.
The boy who lived fought the horrified fascination welling in his heart, touching the doorknob of the bedroom more out of reflex than the desire to know what was on the other side of the Pandora’s box. Unfortunately, the cloak did its ancient magic. The door clicked open at his light touch. A sliver of bright light fought outside of the small opening, making Harry squint his eyes at the sudden brightness of the well-lit room.
Even though his sight was temporarily impaired but the incredibly heady scent that wafted from the bedroom was easily recognized by the Potter heir from his own rushed, private masturbation sessions stolen away inside the dormitory loo and the few times Hermione deigned him the privilege of laying with her.
Semen.
Days of unwashed sweat.
And an overpowering, unfamiliar smell that stirred Harry Jr. Inside his trousers against his will.
His green eyes blew wide open behind the round spectacles and Harry Potter bit his lips harshly to smother his shocked, horrified squeak.
For there, squatting atop the large queen-sized bed at the end of the bedroom, completely naked, with her legs splayed in a straight line, held aloft by two large bearlike hands as she bounced furiously up and down, impaling herself repeatedly on a huge fat prick was none other than Lily Potter, the charms professor.
And, most importantly, his mother.
"Mm… yes… yes—" his mother moaned, undulating her hips in rough, forceful jerks; neck stretched sideways, lips slobbering over a huge, veiny dick, fingering the massive hanging balls beneath her chin with her left hand, while the other toyed with a puckered nipple of one of her giant tits.
Even though the enormous cock that clogged his mother’s airways should have been the point of his focus but Harry Potter only stared at her mother’s tits, as if in the presence of a life-changing revelation. Dean’s portrayal of his mother’s naked form on the canvas only invoked disgust in his mind when he accidentally stumbled upon them. With two enormous beach ball like mockery in place of her chest, with large thumb like nipples had almost made the furious Potter heir blow a gasket. But now seeing her mother’s naked boobs with his own eyes…
Those huge, round knockers that strained all her casual wears glared at his direction. Harry suddenly realized why all the guys of Hogwarts pant after his mother like fucking dogs. Harry usually imagined Susan Bones from their year while tugging his cock in the past—about how the busty redhead’s tits would hug a prick in their tight cleavage, with the modest dresses of the Hufflepuff unable to hide the sheer enormousness of the famous Bones bust. His girlfriend Hermione also ranked pretty high among the girls of Hogwarts, with her white shirt stretched by the perfect large round breasts that Harry had the pleasure of seeing a few times. But none of them even came close to what encompassed his vision currently. Absolutely none.
How could I have been so blind to my mother’s own beauty?
Not only those gravity defying tits—the bouncing redhead’s flailing long hair whipping around the absolutely gorgeous face, droplets of sweat glinting like pearls on the lily-white skin, with the loud claps that resonated inside his very bones as his mother’s huge arse collided with something muscular in her downward thrust, Harry Potter could only devour the beauty of such scandalous—
A loud smack snapped Harry to attention.
“Deeper, whore!” A hand-print formed on his mother’s juddering breast. The retreating hand then bunched the long tresses of his mother’s tightly before forcing the thick dick forcefully inside her esophagus. All the while the redhead didn’t stop her hips’ movement for one bit.
Harry Potter finally spanned his eyes upward, from the thick pale forearms to the lithe, sculptured abs flaring into wide pecs supported by wide shoulders. Finally, his eyes rested on the cruelly grinning visage of a pale, pointed face, white blond hair shining like moonlight.
His mother was choking herself on the dick of Draco fucking Malfoy.
His tormentor of chief.
His mother halted her movement, mouth dislodging from the blond bastard’s prick, emerald eyes rolling inside their socket.
“Grrrhh…”
Bile rose inside his mouth as the muscular troll-like form of Crabbe blocked his sight of his mother partially; the sideways angle allowed him to see a bestial-looking cock forcing inside her mother’s flushed red cuntlips. The cuntlips, which were already spread wide open by a thrusting beastly looking cock.
Harry spanned his eyes all over the room. Besides Draco and Crabbe, the towering form of Blaise Zabini stood by the bedside, stroking his humongous dark cock that seemed wet with a viscous looking white liquid. The seedy-looking Theodore Nott also stood by his side, stroking his own angry red cock.
That would mean…
“Crabbe, Goyle! You better not put your dicks inside this whore’s ass.” Draco Malfoy called out, “I don’t take anyone’s sloppy seconds.”
“We are in the bitch’s pussy, Draco.” The figure that laid beneath his mother’s quivering form ground out. “It’s squeezing us like mad.”
Crabbe grunted his assent, forcing the entire monstrosity in a single thrust.
“Nothing new then, guys. This mudblood is always wet and sopping for us purebloods’ cock.”
All the boys inside chuckled at Draco’s joke, as if it was indeed the truth.
Surely it wasn’t a regular occurrence.
Surely his beautiful, vivacious, and perfect mother would not betray his dad like that.
Unfortunately, seeing is believing.
And the only thing the Potter heir could see and hear was his mother’s enjoyment. Lily Potter, after getting used to the sensation of the two huge dicks inside her fanny, began to move again, jerking up and down in a furious bounce, those luscious tits bouncing with her. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, gasping in pleasure with her hips' every movement, tongue darting out to lick those kissable lips, wetting and tempting others with their redness.
Harry shoved his invisible head inside the room, getting a faceful of the heady scent for his effort.
The brightness of the bedroom highlighted the accumulated sweat of the rutting partners’ bodies, a sheen of sweat reflecting the porcelain of the redhead’s perfect skin, with the occasional red marks and handprints marring the otherwise unmarred skin. The trio seemed completely in sync with each other’s movement, as if a well-oiled machine’s maximized efficiency in performance, or, in this case, pleasure.
His eyes caught glimpses of forearm thick cocks, raw and red pumping in and out of his mother’s pussy, distending the petals in a huge ‘O’ with both the behemoth scrapping against each other frequently.
The well synchronized dance left no doubt in young Potter’s mind of the familiarity of his mother with Crabbe and Goyle’s cocks.
How could he face his father, who was probably sleeping alone in the Potter manor, not knowing his wife was keeping a bunch of junior death eaters entertained with her body?
"So big," she whimpered, panting and bouncing. "So good and so big…fuck me, fuck me—"
"Yes, mudblood slut. Ride us. Take our fucking dicks—"
"Your cocks are so good—"
“Fucking hell—"
"So big—"
"Yes…yes…"
"I'm going to cum—"
Another loud slap echoed throughout the bedroom.
"Did I say you could cum, slut?" Draco Malfoy had slapped the bouncing tities of his mother harshly, hands now holding onto her red hair in a painful grip. “How many times we have to punish you for this mistake, you filthy lowborn?”
Lily Potter whimpered, hips still rolling madly in search of her orgasm. “No! Please! Let me cum, you bastards! Let me cum on your big hard dicks, rearranging my insides!”
Draco chuckled. “Listen to you, you Potter whore. Begging for our cocks. Where’s your vaunted pride, you cockmuncher?”
“Please…”
“You will get to cum, but not before we bust our load ourselves. And I have promised to give that filthy asshole of yours a good rogering, Didn’t I?” Draco yanked the moaning woman’s hair. “ You would like that. Don’t you? Me stretching your dirty shithole with my superior pureblood cock, ruining it for your tiny dicked husband.”
“Oh, God!…Yes!”
And Harry’s heart wept in agony to see the blond bastard lock his mouth over his mother’s lips, sucking her tongue, slobbering his dirty saliva inside her mouth.
Though to his shame, a bright wet spot had formed inside his trouser, where his heavily turned-on little penis jerked erratically to see the daylight out of its prison.
“Goyle, Crabbe, scam now. Your turns are over, for now.”
“But Draco… We could still continue—” Harry blinked his eyes at the soft voice of Crabbe, never having heard the gorilla-like boy speak previously.
“Yeah, I know that sex is the only thing you fools are good at. But now it’s our turn, so scoot along.”
“You know the slut will not be satisfied for at least the next couple of hours.” The Zabini boy consoled the grumbling duo. “You can fill her womb after we are done.”
And in front of Harry’s astonished eyes, Lily Potter was manhandled like a sack of grains, pulled out of Crabbe and Goyle before dumped over Zabini’s lying form on the bed, her huge lily white tits pancaking against the muscular dark-skinned boy’s pecks.
For just an instance, a horrible thought crossed his mind. That the Slytherin assholes had used an imperious curse on his mother. Or some kind of lust potion. Forcing her to debase herself for their filthy desires.
The loud smacking of lips between his mother and Blaise Zabini quickly disabused him of that notion.
An Imperious victim wouldn’t respond with such crazed enthusiasm. And he also remembered that his mother was not only one of the strongest witch of her generation but also a potions mistress.
The knowledge that Lily Potter was not coerced somehow to betray her marriage vows only disheartened the agonized Potter heir, tiny droplets of tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
How could you do this, mom?
An impatient Draco Malfoy squatted behind the smooching couple before angling his dick between the huge globes of fat, sawing gently to remind the duo of his presence.
“Stop that vanilla shit! Blaise!”
Blaise Zabini stopped biting the horny redhead’s lower lips, hands slowly descending from their tight grip of the redhead’s huge tities. Lifting her hips from below, the dark-skinned wizard angled his huge helmet at the flushed entrance of his charms professor before shoving his enormous length in a single breath, journey unobstructed in the well-used passage.
“Uhmmm…..” Lily Potter turned her smoking eyes backward, a challenging grin forming on her face. “Think you are man enough to really give my bum a rough fuck?”
Draco Malfoy spat a wad of thick saliva at the winking starfish of the redhead, jaws squaring in concentration as he lined up with the milf’s tightest hole.
“Don’t mock your superior, you cunt!” Draco took hold of the long red hairs as reigns, before forcing half of his thick cock inside the tight sphincter, groaning at the way the redhead started squeezing her anal muscles.
The Malfoy hair really used the strength of his hips, pulling the long red strands as leverage, dragging the absurdly curvy woman into his thrusts while Zabini heir beneath also used his muscular physique to its full capacity, thrusting upward in time with his friend’s thrust, jarring the entire body of the redhead, sandwiched between them.
"Ohgodohgod," Lily Potter mewled, eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open. "Fuck my arse! Fuck my pussy!"
“Like that?” Draco never stopped his furious thrusts into the married redhead’s furnace-like hole, his entire cock now rubbing inside the rubbery muscles of her asspussy. His and Blaise’s cock rubbed against each other, separated only by the flimsy barrier. “You're a hot mudblood slut who knows her place, aren't you? Knows your holes are meant for fucking, and meant to satisfy the superior pureblood dicks.”
"Fuck me. Fuck me—"
That eardrum-shattering shriek from his mother finally overcame his reluctance, Harry Potter fished out his smaller-than-average cock, already on the verge of having the best orgasm of his life by seeing his mother used by the two boys who had made his life a living hell in the Hogwarts.
“Don’t just stand there, Theo. Plug this bitch’s mouth, before she wakes the entire castle.” Draco and Blaise both intensified their onslaught, grimacing slightly as the limp redhead seemed hellbent on diminishing their hearing.
The nervous Theodore shuffled on the creaking bed, before abruptly feeding his own large, pre-cum smeared dick inside the open mouth of the delirious Potter matriarch, groaning as the redhead immediately lashed out at his cockhead with her tongue.
“Just look at you, losing your mind over Slytherins’ dicks. What would your husband say? Or better yet, what would that saint boy-who-lived say, seeing his mother impaled on our dicks?” Draco Malfoy spanked the pale ass raw with his palm, forever imprinting the shape of his hand on the redhead’s cushiony bum.
Lily Potter groaned with her mouth full, shaking her head and vibrating her throat as if choked in the process of shouting.
“Guys, get ready. We will make sure that this whore never forgets the scent of our superior cum” Draco Malfoy gritted out, sweat falling freely from his forehead.
The four grunts of affirmative reached his ears. The sloppy wet sounds of fierce dicking doubled in intensity as joined parts of one woman and three wizards blurred together, flinging droplets of mixed cum and pussyjuice all around the bed.
Draco Malfoy pulled out of the gaping hole of the redhead’s asshole, followed by Theo. Both of them picked the still-bouncing woman by her arms and dumped her on the floor.
“Open your mouth!” Lily Potter on the verge of another mind-breaking orgasm whined at the loss of so much stimulation, glaring at the five wizards who have surrounded her naked form, all of their hands flying over their huge cocks, eyes closed in pleasure.
“Here it comes, whore! Drink it all!” Lily Potter furiously frigged her clitoris, groaning, at the cusp of letting loose.
Burning hot jism landed on her wide open mouth, glazing her whole pretty face with thick white pureblood cream. Lily Potter finally reached that elusive finish, jerking erratically on her knees as the electric current of pleasure run through her entire body.
Harry Potter gasped silently, his own penis letting out some meager drops of thin liquid. His mother’s ecstatic expression, her torso and face completely caked with the five Slytherins’ semen burned into his memories, forever tainting the innocent love that existed between mother and soon.
He daren’t think how would he face his mother again. Especially after knowing what she had been up to with his tormentors.
For who knows how long?
“Fifty points to Slytherin.” Lily Potter panted, grinning ear to ear while licking the absurd amount of baby batter splattered to her whole torso. “Apiece.”
What?
Seriously, she was the one giving Slytherins unnecessary points?
‘Have you lost your Gryffindor pride also?’ Harry cried mentally, ashamed to call her his mother, anymore.
“And another month of detention under my supervision for breaking the curfew” Lily Potter climbed on her feet unsteadily, before vanishing the drying cum from her body with a wave of her wand. “Though I hope you have still enough to fill my womb for tonight.”
His mother winked at Crabbe and Goyle, cupping her gigantic bosoms and toying with the pink nipples.
The last thing Harry saw before hightailing out of the cursed place was his mother dragging the dumb trolls with her to the adjoined bathroom, gripping their already hardened cocks possessively.
