This chapter contains smut! Lots of it!
Harry groaned as Nym's head bobbed up and down on his cock, her pretty green eyes looking up at the young man she considered her little brother. Her red hair was tied back into a ponytail, to keep it out of her face while she worshipped his cock. His balls were in her soft hand, being gently stroked while she kept impaling her throat upon his rock hard cock. Sitting beside him on the bed, her arms draped across his shoulders, and her large tits mashed against his chest, Fleur was eagerly making out with Harry.
His hand stroked the insides of her thighs and occasionally forayed to her scorching pussy, which was damp with arousal. It really didn't take much to get a Veela going, the issue was getting her to finish.
Fleur's lips were engaged in a hot and heavy kiss with the father of her child, and the seventeen year old Veela girl loved it. The twenty one year old witch slobbering all over Harry's cock temporarily paused, leaving Harry's cock shimmering with Nym's saliva and throbbing to be back in her mouth with wanton need.
Nym cupped her impressive mammaries, and Harry briefly regretted that she had lost her Metamorphmagus powers, as one of his favorite experiences with her had always been when she made her tits swell up to insane proportion and then gave him the best titjob ever.
Her current tits were large and incredible, but natural sized. Her pale body was a change of pace from her usual deeper tan, but a ginger like she was now couldn't exactly suntan without burning up.
Fleur recaptured Harry's attention by lacing her fingers with his and leading his hand directly to her sex. Harry got the message, and kissed Fleur hard while his fingers penetrated the French girl.
She let out a loud gasp of pleasure as Harry's fingers, three of them, slid in to his knuckles. Fleur's hands were desperate as they grabbed around Harry's body, seeming pulling the younger boy as tightly against her as she could in her arousal.
Freya's presence in Harry was thrumming audibly now, and there seemed to be an extra pounding in Harry's chest. Spectral lips found Harry's cheek while Fleur maintained dominance over his mouth, entirely unaware of the goddess' spirit present. Freya's lips found Harry's neck, and her gargantuan tits pressed against Harry's side and chest as she did her best to give him a hickey.
Freya had arrived, invisible to the other girls and not even actually there, as her body back in Vanaheim, but she was there in mind and spirit.
His cock abruptly hit the back of Nym's throat, and his focus darted away from Freya, who cuddled up against his side and stroked his thigh.
Nym gagged loudly on Harry's impressive length, and Harry stared in amazement as his entire cock vanished into his sister's mouth. Harry's hips bucked instinctively and he let out a loud groan. Fleur attended to him instantly.
"Oh, it must feel so wonderful, feeling your cock all ze way inside your sister's mouth." Fleur panted, and Harry nodded, before the older girl shoved her tits into his face, giving him something he could eagerly suckle on: Fleur's nipples.
Like with Susan, milk began coming from her nipples, despite only three or so months of pregnancy. Harry wondered if that was because of Freya, and felt a spectral kiss on the cheek, which he took to mean yes.
Harry suckled with even greater ferocity, holding Fleur by her hips as she writhed and moaned in wild arousal.
"Ohhh, fuck. 'Arry! 'Arry, yes! Milk me like a vache!" Fleur wailed, clinging tightly to Harry.
Even Nym paused her deepthroating to look on in surprise as Fleur, a Veela, orgasmed.
Nym pulled Harry's cock from her mouth, and wiped off extra drool from all over her cheeks and chin. Nym was an extremely messy blow-job giver, which was particularly hot, as several strands of her vivid red hair had fallen out of their ponytail and hung loose now.
Fleur's sexy, flawless body glistened with sweat, and her generous bosom heaved with each ragged breath she gulped in.
"I 'ave not orgasmed like zat in my entire life, nor so quickly." Fleur panted.
"It must be the pregnancy." Harry said, and gently cupped Fleur's milk-swollen tits.
Struck by an idea, Harry dived down to grab Nym, and his pseudo-sister gasped with excitement as his lips found her nipples and began to suckle.
The milk began to flow, courtesies of Freya the fertility and childbirth goddess, and Harry eagerly drank every drop he could extract from his lovely sister's breast.
Fleur took some time to recover her breath following her premature climax, and then she slid up behind Harry, her heavy breasts pressing against his back and her arms cradling him while he suckled his sister's rock hard nipples. Fleur's hand snaked down to the amazing cock that belonged to the father of her child, and she grasped the shaft familiarly, then led it gently to the entrance of Nym's pussy and Harry needed no encouragement from either girl to slam inside Nym.
Nym let out a low moan, and Fleur leaned up to capture the redhead's lips in a fierce kiss.
Harry found his head sandwiched between two amazing bosoms, and he began to alternate who's nipples he suckled on, and began to realize that their milk tasted different.
Nym's was sweeter, for sure, while Fleur's was… no word quite seemed to fit. He expected the difference came from Fleur's biology, as Susan and Nym's milks tasted rather the same.
What kind of heaven did he live in where comparing three girls' breast milk was so normal to him?
Harry forgot he should be thrusting into Nym, and took that up with reckless abandon while his head was mashed between Fleur and Nym's big round tits.
Harry pounded feverishly into his pseudo sister's tight pussy, loving how sexy her moans were.
It was almost a crime to separate the two girls from their lustful kiss, but Harry was not getting the proper angle to fuck Nym from his position squeezed between them.
Harry rose up to separate the two, and Fleur gave a whine of complaint as Harry leaned Nym down onto her back, loving how her green eyes had gone dark with lust, and her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist, and Harry started really pounding her. Their foreheads touched as Harry drilled her, and Nym's loud moans were so arousing to Harry, like audible euphoria.
The siblings (as after all, for the next six months, at least, they were genetically siblings) were soon lost in their own world of love for each other, losing themselves in each other's green eyes.
Fleur was looking on jealously at the bond she'd never have with Harry, when she felt hands that she could not see the owner of running along her skin. She took a shuddering breath as the touch grew firmer, and trailed upwards towards her breasts.
"'o-'ow?" Fleur gasped as invisible soft, feminine hands assaulted her tits.
"That's Freya, I'm willing to guess." Harry grunted and Nym's body chose that moment to arch up, and Harry planted a kiss on Nym's small baby bump, and his ferocity in fucking her grew.
While Freya explored Fleur's body, and Harry and Nym were caught up in their own world of bliss, a fifth person stood just outside the bedroom, out in the living space of this dormitory.
Lily Evans Potter, who had come to visit her son and check in on his moving progress, had discovered this scene before her, and had yet to reveal herself.
A hand caught her wrist, and Lily turned to see the raven-haired and dark-eyed Egyptian goddess who her son had conquered.
Isis grinned hungrily as her hands trailed possessively across Lily's body. The tall, olive skinned goddess seemed to be in no hurry, and was entirely confident Lily wouldn't resist Isis' touch.
Lily's gasps of arousal turned quickly into full-blown moans, and the tall goddess lifted Lily up into the air, and Lily's legs wrapped around Isis's waist and her arms wrapped around Isis' neck. Isis grabbed solid handfuls of Lily's ass, and she captured the redhead mortal's lips in a ferocious kiss.
Isis staggered into the bedroom, and felt her champion's notice on her, felt it like a warm glow, and she could also sense his desperate arousal. The boy was about to blow.
Isis debated stepping in, then decided that the lovely young woman who so greatly resembled Lily would be a perfectly good receptacle for her champion's divine seed.
From the slight swell of the redheaded young woman's stomach, it seemed this would not be the first time one of Harry's loads entered her pussy.
Isis laid Lily down beside the silver-blond girl being pleasured by Freya's phantom touches, and Lily and the silver-blond girl, Fleur, instantly laced fingers. The two were in solidarity while being slaves to pleasure and to goddesses far beyond the scope of their comprehension.
Isis set herself the task of stripping her champion's mother down for him. First her fingers found the buttons of Lily's blouse and began unbuttoning them, slow and deliberate. Isis loved how Lily squirmed, the anticipation building her arousal.
Isis could feel Harry and Freya's arousal pulsating inside her, the unique aspects of their bond. Isis hadn't expected to become in tune with Freya, but it seemed that their mutual claim on their champion had opened up doorways between the two goddesses. Freya was subservient to Isis, which made sense as Isis was one of the eldest beings that remained in the world.
Freya was ancient, but even she paled before Isis' time on this earth.
Unlike Harry and Freya, though, Isis was not yet consumed with lust, though she expected once her champion got his hands on her, she would be.
But for now, no, she had the presence of mind necessary to drag out Lily's undressing, making the redhead bite her lip to mask moans as the goddess, with invasive fingers, removed every article of clothing on Lily's body until she was as bare as everyone else present.
Isis felt a heated surge in Harry's arousal and the young boy let out a loud groan and slammed all the way inside his ginger lover, who moaned hotly. Isis' lips curved into a playful and eager smile as Harry's cum filled up the redhead girl impaled upon his staff.
Harry seemed content to cuddle with the older redhead girl, but Isis' smile turned a little wry.
"Champion, my love, you have three and a half other women here who would love a chance at your cock." Isis teased.
Indignation blossomed from Freya, and Isis couldn't resist a chuckle.
A flash of light and the real Freya appeared, with her long waves of blond hair, her vivid blue eyes, and her enormous tits which put any of the females present to shame, even Isis herself, who was rather well endowed, as she was taller than the average human by a few inches, which did some fun things to her assets' mass.
Freya had the most flawless body imaginable, with a tiny waist, wide fertile hips, and a large, round ass.
"I was trying not to disturb our beloved one." Freya told Isis with a scowl. Perhaps Isis had overestimated Freya's subservience.
"Your presence never disturbs me." Harry murmured, and Freya visibly melted at Harry's touch, and Isis felt a spark of jealousy watching Harry and Freya embrace and kiss.
She had never felt anything like jealousy when it came to any of Harry's mortal conquests, but with Freya, another goddess, even if a relatively young one.. Isis had never before thought herself a jealous being.
Isis move towards Harry with inhuman grace, and her movements attracted the eyes of Lily and Fleur. Harry turned away from Freya's full lips and leaned his head up to plant a kiss on Isis' lips.
Some men, she knew from experience, were intimidated by her height and divine stature, and acted far too swaggering to make up for their perceived loss, but Harry had never acted even the least bit bothered by her height, nor did he seem insecure about it.
Isis herself melted at Harry's touch, and she found herself loving the heat racing through her, and was unbothered by Freya's lips finding Harry's neck.
Lily tore her eyes away from the two literal goddesses who were seemingly unable to keep their hands off of her son, and her eyes landed upon Fleur.
A well-fucked Nym lay just past Fleur, trying to recover her breath and looking rather exhausted.
Lily had memories of sex with James while pregnant exhausting her more than usual, but somehow, she could no longer quite focus on those scenes, and none of them brought her any arousal. She had well and proper moved on from James, and now a different Potter man held her heart.
She knew which one she preferred, too, and he was still breathing.
Lily's eyes slid to the baby bump Fleur possessed, and she leaned down to kiss Fleur's stomach.
The younger girl stirred in surprise, and Lily looked up at her with a smile.
"Just showing some affection to my granddaughter." Lily smiled.
"'ow do you know she is female?" Fleur asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Veela biology." Lily said simply, and gave Fleur's stomach another kiss.
"If you are intent on kissing my body, I 'ave some other areas I think you might enjoy kissing." Fleur said sultrily, and Lily grinned.
Harry was in heaven as his hands roamed Isis and Freya's bodies, and he loved how shamelessly Freya rubbed her massive titties all over his chest. Her lips were full and warm, and he loved kissing them, but Isis was just as amazing a kisser, with an extremely skilled tongue.
Sometimes Harry just failed to see how he could have earned all of these bountiful rewards. What heroism did he have in store for later in life or in a past life that enabled him to such copious amounts of heaven?
Harry guided Freya and Isis to the bed, and was pleasantly surprised when the two goddesses knelt, and began worshipping his cock in unison.
To be worshipped by goddesses was an extraordinary feeling, and they were both so amazing at it. Truly, they were divinity walking, talking, and sucking.
Harry smiled down at beautiful Freya and sultry Isis and enjoyed the saucy wink the dark-eyed Egyptian goddess gave him.
His hands lowered to cup one of each of the goddesses' heavy tits, and in Freya's case, he definitely realized that had she not been a goddess, those tits of hers might just cause some serious back problems.
"So, my love, you have yet to fuck me." Isis prompted, drawing back briefly from Harry's cock, "Yet I recall everyone present here having your dick inside them at some point. Freya-"
Freya elbowed Isis rather abruptly, and the Egyptian goddess cut off with a rueful grin.
"-has already been fucked by you." Isis finished, though Harry knew that wasn't what she had been going to say, and wished Freya hadn't cut Isis off.
"I'd be more than happy to fuck you, Isis." Harry grinned, and the Egyptian goddess looked delighted, practically leaping up to lay down on the bed and spread her legs with impressive flexibility.
Harry stepped forwards and lined up his cock with the entrance. Freya slipped up behind him, and she whispered something Norse. Harry's mouth fell open as his cock twitched and then grew suddenly.
Isis' mouth fell open and she looked to Freya.
"It's just temporary, love." Freya winked, and Harry grinned before slamming into Isis with his temporarily huge cock.
The Egyptian goddess had not been fucked in millennia, and this was a hell of an end to a dry spell.
Isis' perfect, composed demeanor rapidly fell apart, and soon she was swearing and begging for more in Egyptian, which Harry was somehow understanding the gist of, probably because of their bond. Isis's long black hair was a waterfall of night across the bedsheets, and her olive skin glistened with sweat.
"I believe a long time ago in Vanaheim, you said I was acting like a common whore while being fucked by Harry." Freya said with a smirk, "It appears as if you and I are the same in that regard."
Isis was indeed overcome by lust and nothing about her (save her higher beauty) was indicative of her being a goddess.
Her dark eyes rolled in pleasure, and Freya leaned down to kiss Isis.
Harry exploded inside Isis at that sight, and the Egyptian goddess moaned into Freya's plump lips.
Harry panted hard as he spurted cum inside Isis' pussy, and he glanced leftwards at Lily and Fleur who were fingering each other feverishly. Harry pulled from Isis' sheath, and she let out a whine of complaint, until Freya's fingers slid inside Isis' seeded pussy.
"Go be with your mother, love, I'll keep her in a good mood." Freya smiled lovingly at Harry, and Harry crossed to Lily, whose green eyes followed the swinging of Harry's temporarily enhanced cock, and Harry could have sworn he saw his mother drooling for a second.
"You're going to fuck me with this?" Lily managed, and Harry kissed her while her soft fingers lightly caressed the sizable staff between his legs, jutting out like a weapon.
"I am." Harry nodded, "And I must say, I've really gotten to like breeding women."
Fleur sighed in a breathy sort of way as Harry winked at her. She blamed her pregnancy for making her so stupidly aroused and getting rid of her usual Veela stamina. She'd orgasmed three times already, once to Harry's suckling of her nipple, then once to Freya's ministrations, then Lily's.
Fleur glanced over at Nym and resolved herself to make that number increase to four.
Harry's eyes were solely focused on Lily as his naked mother's sexy body reacted strongly to him, her juices dripping down her thighs, her nipples hard and her eyes visibly dilated.
He lined up his diamond hard prick with his mother's soaked entrance, and she bit her lip in anticipation.
"Let me know if it's too big." Harry said soothingly. Lily put a hand on the back of her son's head and pulled him in for a heated kiss where his hands found her bubble butt.
"Don't you dare stop fucking me until I cum, you do, or we both pass out." Lily demanded, and Harry obeyed his mother, slamming inside her. He had never heard her yell so loudly in arousal, and he cradled her sexy body in his arms while she clung to him and got her pussy absolutely ruined by his blessed cock.
Lily had never been fucked so entirely in her life, and her son's cock was so large at the moment that she was positive her stomach bulged with an imprint of it. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer, despite him having just entered her. He was intoxicating in whatever state Freya put him in, and Lily was so helplessly turned on that her own arousal was wafting off her and turning Harry on in return.
The smell of her womanly juices was thick in the air, and quite the puddle was forming, which was insane to Lily. It was all she could do to hold on to sanity and not lose herself entirely in the pleasure.
Harry's lips met hers, and even though his massive cock slowed for their kiss to be slow and sweet, Lily found herself orgasming for her son. Freya waved a hand across the bed, and Lily found a spark of energy halfway through her orgasm, and kept bouncing her hips on her son's cock.
Harry sensed Freya's blessing upon his mother, and let himself get rougher with her. Despite her words, he'd been hesitant to fuck her with his temporary godly cock.
Harry and Lily held each other and in all honesty, they fucked for hours. Their lips were constantly on each other's, mother and son locked in constant embrace.
Fleur and Nym fell asleep, and Isis found herself sated by time Harry dumped his seventh load into his mother and collapsed atop her. His cock had shrank back to its usual size, which was still quite large by human standards, yet the pleasure Lily got from it hadn't decreased even slightly.
Harry's head laid on Lily's flawless pillows, and her arms wrapped tightly around him.
"I love you, Harry." Lily murmured.
"I love you, too, Mum." Harry whispered back.
Like with Emma in Vanaheim, when the blessing of Freya wore off, there was an after effect of a serious wipe out, and Harry felt it fast approaching, and suspected his mother did, too.
The two incestuous lovers passed out together on the sheets, their bodies locked together, their fingers laced, and the son's numerous loads of fertile seed gushing from his mother's pussy while more still remained inside her.
Any doubt that Lily was pregnant with Harry's child was exterminated when Freya leaned over and placed a hand on Lily's stomach.