"You seem different." Harry casually commented, looking down at Daphne Greengrass.
Just the night prior, Daphne had been broken down into a squealing, sex-crazed beast, indulging in her basest instincts. Her wild, bottled-up desires that she'd unknowingly been neglecting because of a special 'spell' her mother placed on her, the heiress, some time ago.
Once that spell had been unleashed, Daphne had been overwhelmed by the sudden influx of desire, and put on the performance of a real slut, begging for Harry's cock.
However... after she vented all that built-up desire through thick creampies fertilising her virgin womb and the dozens of orgasms that assaulted her brain throughout the sleepless, sweaty night... Daphne had been reborn.
After she woke up from that exhausted, fucked silly sex coma.
Now it was like he was looking at a completely different person than the cock-hungry whore who'd been berating him for not unleashing her inner slut and breaking the spell even sooner than he had.
That was to say, it was much more like Daphne had been originally. She'd regained her composure and began embracing her newfound sexuality in her own way.
"What happened to that slutty sex fiend I unleashed last night?" He teased her with a question.
Daphne's voice responded coolly, "You don't expect me to throw away my dignity, do you?"
The top-heavy Greengrass Heiress kept her posture perfectly straight. Her blonde hair was neat and orderly. Her princess-like features were freshly powdered, while her lips were painted with a delicate pink gloss. Her appearance was impeccable, not a stray hair to be found.
She'd approached Harry and politely smoothed her long, pleated skirt as she kneeled down modestly between his legs. Then she gracefully brushed her hair back behind her ears while looking up at him with her pale green eyes to ask for permission as a proper lady should.
When he granted it, she reached forward. Her every motion had a certain air of grace and femininity to it. She appeared like a dutiful wife, straightening her husband's tie... whilst in reality, her fingers were opening his trousers to tug out his veiny, meaty cock and swallow it between her sweet, tender lips.
Harry watched, honestly impressed. Daphne Greengrass managed to make an excited, hungry blowjob look refined.
Her eyes were closed as if savouring a delightful dinner while she bobbed her head slowly and steadily, sucking his engorged cockhead as deep as she could take it without choking or gagging.
It was a much slower, gentler experience than he usually enjoyed. Compared to the times he'd grab Ginny's ginger tresses and skull-fuck her eager mouth into a drooling, choking, spit-bubbling mess before drowning her in his spunk.
But that wasn't to say Harry wasn't enjoying the hell out of the experience. It felt bloody fantastic.
He let her do as he pleased, letting her tease him into a giant, throbbing erection with her dutiful mouth and curious tongue. He reached down, but instead of grabbing her hair and shoving her deeper... he tenderly brushed his knuckles against her faintly rosy cheeks.
"That's good, Daph..." He softly gave her his approval.
Daphne's pretty eyes looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a look of satisfaction as she took her time sucking on the tip of his cock. Her two delicate hands began their own duties. One took a firm grip on his thick root, pumping the inches of thick meat she couldn't fit in her mouth, while the other began gingerly massaging his huge, bloated nuts.
It was a delightful, early-morning blowjob from a Witch who was giving it her first real go. It was an incredible performance when he remembered that just yesterday, she couldn't even imagine oral sex.
"Oh god, Daphne~! That's all wrong!" A louder voice butted into the moment suddenly as Astoria came in from the other room, bare-ass naked. She was holding a small, ornate box that read in sparkling gold letters, 'Enclave'.
She hurried over, bouncing her perky, round titties for Harry's eyes to enjoy as she came kneeling down next to her sister.
She wrapped her own fingers around the root of his cock, as if trying to take away a toy, "You'll never get him off like that! You've got to really CHOKE ON IT! Gargle on that thick cock until tears run down your face, then beg him to grab your head and shove it even deeper down your slutty throat💞!"
Daphne opened her eyes, flicking an irritated glance at her sister. She made no move to give up his cock, and continued giving him some leisurely love with her lovely wet mouth.
"Here, let me show you..!" Astoria didn't get the hit and insisted her sister back-off, so she could give her lover a real slutty deepthroat. Of course, she only had a few more days of experience on Daphne, so rather than any real technique, she just wrapped her lips around his head and silently begged Harry with her eyes to grab her hair and facefuck her eager mouth until he came.
"Sssslllrrp~!" Daphne softly gasped, raising a hand to her lips in a ladylike manner to wipe the saliva that spilt from her mouth. She quickened her hand's pumping motions and sent her sister a scolding look, "I'm quite capable, thank you very much. Harry would tell me if he wanted more. Of that, I'm certain."
Astoria flashed him a look, pouting her lips almost offendedly.
Compared to the slutty way Ginny had been 'teaching' her to worship his cock, Daphne's slow blowjob seemed horribly inept.
Harry chuckled and patted her hair, using his other hand to stroke Daphne's cheek, "Mm. She's right, Astoria. Believe me, I love fucking that tight throat of yours..." His hand slipped down to brush against Astoria's slender neck, making her moan, "But teasing is an important part of sex. Taking it slow can make it feel even better when we finally reach that peak. Daphne's figuring it out, which is good... and that's quite enjoyable in its own way."
"Hmph." Daphne turned her nose up in the air with a near-silent scoff. Her superior, almost haughty look was ruined by the thick, veiny cock hanging heavily over her pretty little face.
Astoria looked bothered, so Harry gave her a little attention. He teased her lovely, plump red lips with his thumb as he spoke, "You sisters promised to learn to work together, didn't you?"
Astoria shuddered and gave Daphne a sideways look. The two green-eyed princesses shared a deeper, more meaningful look.
"Yes, sir..." Astoria whimpered.
"Yes, Harry." Daphne quietly whispered.
Not too long later, he was enjoying a lavish double blowjob from the sexually awakened Greengrass sisters.
Daphne enjoyed her role... She gave him meticulous, caressing oral affection while keeping an air of grace about it as she kissed, licked, and tenderly sucked at his swollen tip. While below, her sister moaned wantonly. Astoria buried her eager face in his sweaty balls to pepper them with lewder, wet smooches.
It was a dichotomy that Harry found intensely stimulating.
Eventually, Daphne conceded his leaking head to her cum-hungry sister, watching as Astoria threw her head down in slutty, choking gargles. She watched the drool start to froth around her sister's lips and politely wiped her own, looking up at Harry Potter.
With the practised motion of an older sister, she pulled Astoria's own raven black locks back while her sister ravenously devoured his hardened cock. Then she spoke to him, "I've been meaning to ask..."
"Hm?" He looked down at her casually, reaching out to take a lock of her perfect blonde air in his fingertips. He adored the look on her face just as much as he enjoyed her sister's tight throat spasming on his girth as she struggled to take him deeper.
Daphne's pale green eyes flicked once to the side. It was obvious she took great care in every facet of her appearance. Just the thought of a man, or anyone for that matter, touching her hair seemed to make her stiffen. But when he did it... He saw her expression threaten to melt into submission and obedience. Her head lightly leaned against his touch.
'She's just lovely.' He thought to himself, smiling slyly down at her.
Daphne looked up at him curiously, ignoring the wet, slobbering noises her sister was making with her slutty mouth, "What exactly did you do with Tracey?"
Harry raised a brow, "Tracey?"
"I was reasonably distracted last night and didn't exactly think to ask... But she still hasn't returned. She's never once spent a night outside our dorm in the three full years we've been paired together... So I suspect this was not a coincidence."
Amusingly, there wasn't a lick of accusation in Daphne's tone. Her question was innocent curiosity.
'I suppose a single night of hot, indulgent breeding sex wouldn't suddenly rid her of all of her naiveté...' It was somewhat startling to think about what a glaring hole Daphne had in her knowledge. She was a woman who was supposed to be a perfect, pure-blood princess... Yet she had such a flawed knowledge of intimacy and sex.
While he was considering that, Daphne continued.
"You know, you could've brought her into this too."
"Hm?" He raised both eyebrows as an unexpected suggestion came from Daphne's lips.
She shrugged, "It makes sense, doesn't it? That way, you wouldn't have to bother sneaking around her if you want to come in again. Well, that..." Daphne softly rolled her eyes, "And the fact that she's a horny freak."
Harry softly laughed, "Is that so?"
Daphne wrinkled her nose distastefully, "Ugh. Don't even get me started. I love her to death, but sweet mercy... She masturbates constantly! I have to layer silencing charms on her bed every night just to go to sleep, and we can't even study together without her dipping fingers down her knickers after just ten minutes!"
Harry wore an amused smile. Her little rant of frustration reminded him a bit of Hermione and was hilarious from his perspective.
"I guess... I understand her a bit better now." Daphne muttered, "It's still so early in the morning, and all I can think about is..." She glanced at his cock and squeezed her legs together.
"Can't imagine how it is for a Witch without access to this stupid thing." She leaned over to give the thick root another affectionate kiss. Her emerald eyes flicked up to him, "Mwuh~ So... Tracey's got a crazy sex drive. Since she's so horny, I figured it could only do her good if you bedded her too."
It was a simple deduction. A solution to a problem, proposed apathetically by Daphne. Harry wondered if there was any deeper reason for her quick suggestion, that Daphne was too inexperienced to realise at this point.
"How do you think I got into your room?" He suggested with a playful tone.
Daphne furrowed her brow in minute annoyance, "You've already told me..! Your cloak."
"Mm," Harry brushed her hair as she gave tender kisses to the root of his cock, beneath her sister's bobbing mouth, "For the stairs... But my Cloak of Invisibility can't help me through an enchanted door. Seriously, why the hell do you Slytherins have password-protected doors in your dorm?" He cursed with annoyance.
Then he looked down to smirk at the growing realisation on her face, "Hahah. I guess you figured it out."
Harry couldn't get through the door. Not without the password. And Astoria hadn't visited her in her new dorm on the Fourth Year Corridor this year. There'd been no reason to. Thus, Astoria didn't know the password either.
And so... only one suspect remained.
Daphne's eyes went wide.
"I suppose I should tell you something about Tracey." He said with a grin in his voice.
He adored the look in Daphne's eyes. A spark of understanding and surprise, then a flash of annoyance that she wasn't already aware of the entire situation... Then, finally, a cold dismissal with a huff. She relaxed and brought her lips to the It was as if she deemed Tracey to be a trivial matter, far less important than worshipping his cock.
"Mmm..." Harry brushed Daphne's smooth, elegant blonde hair out of her face, enjoying the brilliant green eyes looking up at him as she worked alongside her sister's eager mouth for his pleasure.
Harry savoured this moment of bliss, explaining to Daphne how exactly he'd seduced her bunkmate, Tracey Davis—Easily by pulling her into a broom cupboard and fucking her eager ravenous pussy, while she begged for more.
He'd only kept Daphne in the dark because she was a special case. And as for why she was missing for last night's activities... Astoria had bargained with her to dedicate the night to just her and her sister.
Harry grunted, looking down at the two sexy Greengrass sisters tag-teaming his enormous cock. He forced the eager younger down to throat his throbbing cock. At the same time, the elder sister kneeled as elegantly as one could whilst sucking on a pair of heavy testicles.
It didn't take him long to bring the Greengrasses together between his legs, cheek to cheek, as he plastered their faces in rich, hot cum. Astoria eagerly gobbled it down, teaching Daphne how a 'proper slut' shouldn't waste a drop. Daphne seemed less enthused about such wanton behaviour but curiously fascinated with its taste.
His powerful orgasm was a brilliant way to start the day... But they didn't have classes until the afternoon, so Harry was free to enjoy a lustful morning with two sexy sisters... And Astoria decided now was the perfect chance to teach Daphne something new!
...
"Heheh💕" Astoria giggled with genuine excitement, wiggling her big, fat rump as she bent down to flick open the box she'd brought in. It was dark, almost black polished wood, trimmed in gold and enchanted by Veela Magic. Only an 'experienced' Witch could open it.
As she tapped her wand and muttered the unlocking charm, it flipped open, revealing a glittering, shiny treasure trove. Astoria squealed in excitement, staring down at a box of new toys.
The fun, adult Witch kind of toys... That only a coven of horny Veela could get their hands on.
Daphne glanced curiously into the box, raising one thin brow, "What are these? Such strange shapes... Is that supposed to be a penis?"
Her sister's lewd grin said more than words as to the mysterious contents of this toy box.
"Ooh~! All of these look so good~!" Astoria squealed with excitement, rummaging through an assortment of phallic-shaped objects, big and small, as well as clamps, beads, and other curious oddities.
She was vibrating with excitement, swaying her meaty butt in his direction temptingly.
"But first... We'd better start with this!"
Daphne watched as Astoria pushed the box away and skipped across the room. She dug her hands under Daphne's pillow and pulled out a slender, lime-green toy.
Astoria had a flushed grin as she moaned and kissed the tip, "Mm~ It seems so... small now." She giggled, looking at the relatively slender toy in her hand, "At least, compared to Harry's massive cock💗!"
Then she hurried over and brought it for Daphne to see, "But this is my first toy!" Astoria proudly revealed it to her, "I managed to snag it from one of the older girls, and it's been my bedtime partner every night since!"
Astoria's playful lips quirked up, flicking her gaze over to Harry, "Well, second to Harry's cock, of course!"
He chuckled, watching the naked, dark-haired sister show off her sex toy to a curious blonde.
"And this is for... masturbation..?" Daphne crinkled her nose at the word, but her eyes did show a hint of underlying curiosity. Her lips gently pouted, "It does seem rather... inadequate? Is this really large enough for you to feel it?" Daphne took the slender, short toy.
Astoria pouted dramatically, "Aaah..! You're already spoiled by how huge Harry's cock is! Sure, it can't compare to a proper dicking, but it's plenty of fun, I swear!"
Harry grinned at the unimpressed look on Daphne's face, "Seems like you'll need to convince her, love."
Astoria's eyes had a glimmer of excitement. The same girl who was trying to selfishly keep her sister away from her lover's cock, was now excited for a new reason. Once she overcame her reluctance to share, Astoria became excited at the prospect of introducing her 'pure' older sister to all sorts of naughty fun.
"Lay back, Daph... I'll do all the work💓" Astoria giggled and pulled her sister onto the bed. She pulled up Daphne's skirt and opened her legs, pulling down her knickers to tease her tender slit with the little green toy.
Harry slipped up beside them, watching Astoria tease Daphne's slit until she was gasping, then plunge the little green dildo into her tight walls.
"Aah..!" Daphne moaned gently.
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Afternoon - Hogwarts Corridors
Cassandra Vole was the most respected Witch in Slytherin's seventh year.
The castle's current 'Head Witch.' Her authority was second only to the Professors.
She carried herself with such grace and elegance that even the wizards throughout the castle corridors were drawn to her as she passed. Every bit of her outward appearance announced her perfection. Nary a single wrinkle or fleck of dust could be found on her smooth, finely woven robes.
She had long, flowing blonde hair that fell down her back in gentle waves. She tucked it behind her ears, which were decorated with two glittering emerald earrings banded in silver, declaring her allegiance and pride as a woman of cunning and ambition.
Her achievements spoke for themselves, top of the class in most subjects. She was a woman who brought the Slytherin House glory, adding several of her own additions to Hogwarts' trophy room.
In this world, where a Witch's worth was measured through accomplishments, she was a star. Last year, Cassandra defeated Marcus Flint, the Captain of Slytherin's duelling team. She secured the spot for herself, defending against any challenger.
She was beautiful, modestly charming, studious and intelligent, with a remarkable talent for magic. The role model of all the younger ladies in Slytherin. Conversely, she is a source of envy or frustration for those who cannot match her grace or poise in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff.
There was a rumour that Flint, a young heir from the Flint Family of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, had been so impressed by her ability that he attempted courtship before his own graduation last year. Of course, Cassandra would never speak of such things in public. So, the rumour had been left to linger in the castle since.
Her intelligent eyes, aristocratic features and decorous demeanour appealed to the wizardfolk of the castle.
In fact, it was enough to distract from the other aspects of Cassandra that may be 'unseemly' for a future Lady-wife. Certain aspects that Cassandra went to great lengths cautiously kept unseen or unnoticed.
Her smartly straightened green House Tie and the gleaming silver 'Head Witch' badge distracted an onlooking eye from the indecent slopes of her voluptuous breasts. Beneath, she used well-studied Lady's tricks to keep her large, emerald-green brassiere tucked tight to her obscenely big bosom, using a touch of magic to beguile the eye of their full volume.
Her custom-tailored skirt was a rich, deep green and hung low, just beyond her knees. It appropriately covered her soft, plush thighs and cleverly disguised the breadth of her wide, childbearing hips. As a Lady, Cassandra had never been seen without her outer robes, and she took great care never to bend in a manner that might suggest the curve of her body in public. That way, the full shape of her libidinous backside was kept veiled from a wizard's judgmental attention.
But there was one thing Cassandra Vole kept secret from all, even her closest friends and confidants. Something beyond the regular concerns of an average Witch.
With her tall, confident poise, she walked through the castle corridor, drawing looks from Witches and Wizards alike. She paid them little notice, keeping an impassive and composed expression on her elegant features.
However, that refined, well-respected composure she was known for—nearly faltered.
Ahead of her was a group of fourth years.
The first was a wizard she couldn't mistake for any other individual in the castle. A source of rumours since the day he was sorted into the House of the Bold. Every year, she seemed to hear another ridiculous story about Trolls or Werewolves.
Yet, the rumours seemed far more abuzz this year, particularly in the younger Witches of her own House.
She paused in her step upon recognising the wizard as Harry Potter.
And once again... she felt those persistent thoughts bubble the surface of her mind. Her rich green eyes stared at his side profile. His charming, playful smirk.
She closed her eyes and released a silent, calming breath. In her mind, she retreated. She battled against her natural instincts, trapping her thoughts and desires under lock and key. Then, when she opened her eyes again, her face was a mask of indifference.
Harry Potter had gone, leaving only a Witch behind.
Cassandra's eyes narrowed slightly, catching the colour of her green-trimmed robes. Robes of which were quite dishevelled. Her tie was ruffled, her undershirt left unbuttoned, and her skirt wrinkled noticeably. She seemed to be flustered, with rosy cheeks, and her short brown hair was a haphazardly fixed mess.
Cassandra clicked her tongue and walked over, her short black heels clicking on the flagstone.
"Excuse me."
The younger, brown-haired Witch looked up with a start, "Cassandra?" She glanced over her shoulder as if looking for the man who'd just left before cautiously replying, "What a surprise. Is there something you need from me?"
Cassandra thought the younger woman was a bit too casual in her tone but let it be, "What is your name?"
"Tracey Davis."
Cassandra nodded curtly, silently aware of the gazes that lingered on the pairing now that Harry Potter had gone.
"Would you accompany me for a bit? I'd like to speak to you."
"Uh... Sure." She shrugged and followed along.
...
A brief moment later, Cassandra led them to a place of privacy and quickly set upon the younger woman.
Tracey stood still, eyebrows raised as Cassandra's slender holly wand flicked around her chest, straightening her undershirt, fixing her buttons, tightening her tie, and a dozen other subtle fixes.
"You must take better caution with your appearance, Tracey." The older woman warned her respectfully. But her tone sharpened when she noticed Tracey's loose collar. A red, lingering mark blemished her fair skin.
Cassandra showed a tight look of disapproval.
Tracey was startled and reached her hand up to cover it, tugging her collar over the kiss mark. A look of concern showed through her brown eyes, waiting to see how Cassandra would react to the proof of her affair.
"Hold still." Cassandra pulled her hand away and
"I apologise." Tracey cooled herself. She let Cassandra do as she pleased, not wanting to speak up and draw further attention to herself.
Cassandra eyed her meaningfully. Then Tracey caught a subtle privacy charm mixed in with innocent glamour spells.
"You must be more careful."
She raised her eyes to meet the intense look of the most respected Witch in Slytherin.
"Harry Potter is always under intense scrutiny. If you are seen around him acting so carelessly, your reputation will be tarnished before you know it. Such a misunderstanding will be hard to clear up."
Tracey was surprised by the warning Cassandra offered.
Cassandra gave her a deep, meaningful look, "I understand a Witch's need for certain indulgences... Best to avoid him if you are busy with your study partners..."
Study Partners. A sort of slang for the Witches of Hogwarts. A polite way for a pair of Witches to schedule a private meeting behind closed doors, away from the gaze of Wizards. Such meetings rarely involved much studying at all.
Tracey's eyes gave way to surprise. She suddenly understood Cassandra's concern.
Or, more aptly... her misunderstanding.
Tracey grew a smirk, 'Oh..! She thinks these ruffled clothes are from fooling around with a Witch? Shit, I'm lucky it's just a hickey she saw! Mm~ Thank Merlin, I had the sense to cover the smell of sex with a spell... Otherwise, I'd probably REEK of Harry's cum💕'
Impressively, she kept the woman in front of her from catching her inner thoughts.
'Well, this saves me the trouble!' Tracey eagerly went along with it.
"Thank you for your concern, Cassandra. I'll be careful in the future."
"See that you do."
Tracey smoothed her skirt, gave a brief, polite bow, and tried not to look like she was leaving too quickly... In the same direction Harry Potter had just gone before.
As Tracey left, Cassandra lingered in the spot for a moment more. She eyed the brown-haired woman's retreating figure with a peculiar feeling. Her nose wrinkled. Even through Tracey's scent-removal charm and fresh perfume, Cassandra couldn't help but catch a strange, unfamiliar scent wafting from the other woman.
She sighed deeply, 'Poor girl...' She mistook the masked stench of sex for the pheromones of a frustrated, horny Witch.
...
...
It was later in the evening, as the rest of the castle turned in after dinner.
Cassandra Vole, however, was not heading back to the Hogwarts Dungeons to the entrance of the Slytherin Dorms for rest or study. Instead, she was heading to another part of the castle entirely.
She paused her measured steps. Her head was held high, and her expression carefully contained, even in such a remote place, late in the evening. It was unlikely she'd find any student loitering around, but kept her poise and posture as always.
She took a natural step behind a statue of an ancient, faceless Quidditch Player. She reached into a hidden pocket of her robes. She silently withdrew a fine, silver hand mirror and checked her flawless makeup thrice. Then she deftly tucked it away and straightened her robes.
Then, once satisfied, she took an unassuming step forward and a discrete glance around. Her holly wand slid into her fingertips, and with a wordless spell, she was certain she was truly alone.
She straightened her back and took a step toward an unassuming painting of an ancient grey castle.
She took a calming breath, noticing her own quickened heart. It was unbecoming of a Lady, especially one of her pedigree and virtue, to be overcome with such excitement... but in this case, it was beyond her control.
She cleared her throat and cast one last detection charm to be sure.
Then she spoke with a high, clear voice, "...The most ancient and noble house of Black!"
With the shimmer of a dispelled illusion, where once there was a painting, now stood an ornate wooden door. She collected herself and pushed briskly inside before anyone would see.
Her deep green eyes silently marvelled at the luxurious private chambers of the Professor she admired most of all. The Lady of Slytherin, Narcissa Black.
...
"Cassandra... how delightful it is to see you." The smooth, rich voice she carried was naturally alluring as she spoke to Slytherin's prize pupil. Narcissa rose to greet her guest, leaving a glass of wine on the sitting table behind her.
"Good evening, Professor," Cassandra spoke in her most modest, polite tone, deferring her Head of House as she should. She gently bowed her head, hands clasped by her waist, "It is my delight to be here. Thank you for inviting me."
Narcissa's painted, dark green lips curled in seeming satisfaction, offering the younger woman an inclination of her head, "Of course, my dear... Won't you join me by the fire? All I desire is some pleasant company and a bit of conversation tonight. I've heard so much about you..."
Cassandra kept her back ramrod straight and felt a warmth rising to her cheeks. As a Lady, she did not blush, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her voice steady, "Yes, Professor." She endeavoured to keep her voice demure.
She followed Narcissa over and was already nearly overwhelmed.
Deep in her thoughts, the beautiful woman lauded as the most pure and virtuous of all the Witches in the castle... revealed her true nature. The innermost part of her personality, locked behind a cage of well-practiced Occlumency. The magical art of mental defence and emotional control.
Cassandra softly bit her lip to keep a moan from slipping free; her intelligent green eyes dipped far lower than was proper as Narcissa turned around with thoughts that would shock her fellow' modest Witches'.
'... Morgana's mercy..! How can a Lady look so refined whilst wearing such a sinfully tight💓 Figure-hugging dress💕 That thick ass of hers is just... 💕' Cassandra swallowed, struggling to collect herself as brazen thoughts ran wild in her head, '...What I wouldn't do to bury my face between that yummy ass and just..! Mmph💞'
She admired how Narcissa's natural sway to her thick, childrearing hips seemed to draw in her gaze and refuse to let it go. Then, as Narcissa leaned back against the velvet armrest of her sitting couch, an equally mesmerising valley of her broadly pronounced cleavage took its place. Two pure-white melons threatened the tightly laced edge of her plunging neckline to burst at any moment.
To her utter embarrassment, Cassandra was tongue-tied, reduced to meek nods and simple responses as Narcissa drew forward, deepening the gloriously provocative view of her snug, squeezed-together titties. Her smoky, black-shadowed eyes pierced Cassandra's heart, as well as the older woman's rich, full lips took her breath away.
She hadn't even noticed she'd agreed to a glass of wine until she was staring at an eyeful of deliciously flaunted cleavage as Narcissa filled her glass and passed it over. Cassandra took a hurried sip.
She couldn't understand how simple small talk, with this picture of ladylike manners and womanly seduction, could be so... enthralling. Cassandra was hanging off of each and every word.
'She's a Veela...' Cassandra thought between the growing erotic thoughts that cluttered her mind, '...she must be..! She's bewitched me... There's no other explanation... she's just too Alluring💞!' As much as Cassandra knew it to be impossible, at this moment, she could be convinced that this woman was such a provocative, seducing creature rather than a regular Witch.
"I must say..." The Professor's voice was like silken fingers caressing her curvaceous figure beneath her clothes. It made Cassandra's body shiver in delight, "I've heard nothing but the highest praise regarding you, Miss Vole..."
"Thank you, Professor..." She breathed, expertly repressing the bashful smile that threatened her lips. Beneath her ample bosom, she felt her heart fluttering like a snitch.
"In particular..." Narcissa softly leaned back, drawing Cassandra's eyes down as she crossed her legs, flashing a glimpse of dark, thigh-hugging stockings. "...what I have found most impressive... Is the respect and control you command of the other Slytherin Witches."
"..." Cassandra jerked her eyes back up with a start, praying she hadn't been caught.
Narcissa simply wore that same sultry, mystifying smile on the corner of her lips, "It is because of you I hear that the reputation of sophistication and intelligence that we Slytherin Ladies are known for has been upheld so excellently these past few years. This was my utmost pleasure to discover upon my arrival here at this premiere academy of Witchcraft."
"..!" Cassandra's face felt ablaze. She knew by now it was hopeless and that a red tint decorated her fair cheeks. She could only hope it appeared as a modest blush of a flattered Lady rather than the aroused delight of a horny witch.
She softly nodded and miraculously kept her voice clear, "Thank you very much, Professor. Just hearing those words from your lips makes me..." She swallowed her tongue as she nearly choked on words. Her soft, squishy thighs squeezed together as she felt a tingle between them. She quietly scorned the obscene, horny pussy between her legs and prayed she wouldn't leave a stain on her Professor's couch.
Then she cleared her throat and continued, "...Delighted. Truly. In just a few short months..." Cassandra faintly dipped out of her cordial tone into one lingering with unspoken affection as she continued, "...from the moment you arrived here... You've been such a wonderful Professor... and Head of House."
Narcissa smiled softly as she listened to her pupil's heartfelt words. There was a deep, meaningful look in those rich, shadowed green eyes and a coy smile that Cassandra didn't seem to notice.
"You been such a... perfect model for the Ladies to admire." Cassandra continued, unaware of just how honest her tone had become, conveying far more than she meant to, "Not just myself, of course, but the other seventh years, too. As women, we are about to enter the most difficult time in our lives... The arduous task of drawing the attention of a husband... You've done more to help than we could've ever imagined."
"Oh?" Narcissa's sultry tone urged her to continue. The small, coy smile of satisfaction gave Cassandra courage.
"It's true..! The way you carry yourself, it's just so full of... such grace." Cassandra's voice was full of honest awe and admiration, her cheeks softly rosy, "... You've shown us how a real dignified, pure-blood Lady should present herself."
"You make it look so... effortless. The way you carry yourself full of confidence and style, while maintaining such a distinguished air, whilst conveying such rich wealth, exquisite beauty... and... sophistication!" She finished after a moment, appearing to struggle to find words that conveyed the full meaning of her admiration of the woman reclining beside her.
"Such flattery..." Narcissa responded in a smooth, gentle voice. Then her green eyes lingered on Cassandra's, "It seems you've been paying close attention to me..." Her sensual voice was laced with a subtle tease.
Cassandra's expression threatened to flood with embarrassment and shame. She realised how overtaken she'd been by the intimate moment of privacy with her Professor. Again, she opened her mouth to apologise but froze.
Narcissa slipped her lovely, elegant hand over to rest on Cassandra's knee.
"M-My point was..." Cassandra swallowed, looking down at Narcissa's hand, "You're not just our teacher... our Professor... You are an icon to us. A goal to strive for... and most of all... Proof that it can be done."
Narcissa smiled with satisfaction. Her deeply enchanting gaze caused Cassandra to speak up quickly again.
"I mean..!" Her eyes suddenly dipped down again, meaningfully glancing at the full, prominently pushed-up slopes of Narcissa's bodice-bursting cleavage, "You dress so much more... provocatively than we would ever dare... And yet, somehow, you still seem so incorruptible! Upright and well-mannered, I mean."
Narcissa smoothly laughed, "It's confidence, my dear..."
"Right..! You've charmed most the men in the castle..." Cassandra breathed with an awe-struck voice, staring at Narcissa's beauty.
The older, experienced woman gave a single chuckle, her lovely lips curling with the ghost of a smile. She masked it expertly by raising the glass to her lips, "...Mm. Is that so? Unfortunately for them, those silly wizards are beneath my notice."
It wasn't clear whether Cassandra caught the oddly demeaning bite in Narcissa's tone as she spoke of wizards... But Cassandra smiled with her own conclusion.
"Oh yes," She agreed and let slip a single statement before she could stop herself, "even Lord Malfoy wasn't man enough for you, my Lady..." She softly giggled, grinning like she was proud to boast that Narcissa was free of the Malfoy line. Which, despite Draco, was a rich and powerful House that most any Witch would be honoured to join as a bride.
"..." Narcissa softly raised one delicately trimmed brow.
A moment later, Cassandra's eyes shot open with shock, and she covered her mouth with a gasp, "E-excuse me!" She flustered, realising she'd just openly remarked on her Professor's recent divorce, "My word..! I-I don't know what came over me-"
Narcissa's melodic giggle silenced her shaken state... as did Narcissa's tender hand on her knee.
Cassandra looked up into Narcissa's eyes, but strangely, she saw no offence was taken.
Unbeknownst to her, Narcissa's eyes ever so slightly narrowed after her careless comment. Her lips twitched slightly, but her mask was flawless and showed no sign that Cassandra could see. Inwardly, Narcissa was intrigued by her pupil's delighted admission that she had left behind a wizard.
'Is it Malfoy specifically she has such distaste for..?' Narcissa prosed in her mind, masterfully hiding her amusement, 'Or perhaps wizards as a whole..?'
"Cassandra..."
The young Lady softly jolted as Narcissa addressed her by name, leaning forward to set her empty glass down. Then those seductive eyes looked up to steal the breath from her lungs.
Cassandra Vole, the same unshakeable, respectable, pureblooded Lady who won the collective admiration of the Witches of Hogwarts... froze like a startled Mooncalf.
Narcissa leaned back into the couch, but this time much, much closer. Her smooth fingers slid comfortably on the modest skirt covering Cassandra's plump thigh.
"I'm glad to be held in such regard by my ambitious Witches... But we've only been talking about me... I called you here for a reason if you recall."
"Oh yes," She softly replied, tucking her hands down on her lap, very conscious of Narcissa's hand. She politely met her Professor's eyes, "My apologies! Please continue, I'll be happy to answer as best I can." Her back tightened, and her shoulders stiffened, prepared to present her best self to the Professor she held in such regard.
Narcissa wore a deeper, mysterious smile on her lips, "Oh, don't worry... Just relax. There's no need to be so nervous... tonight is about pleasure."
Cassandra's breath softly hitched. She felt ashamed for the thoughts that slipped into her 'indecent' mind and tried to maintain a tactful demeanour.
"So..." Narcissa leaned comfortably close, leaning slightly on her side as she turned to face Cassandra directly. This caused her pale, mountainous breasts to flaunt themselves, temptingly below Cassandra's eyes. She failed to resist a glance.
Narcissa grew a suave smirk, "You've thoroughly impressed me in our classes together. You breeze through even the most difficult brewing processes and herblore in our curriculum."
Cassandra's face heated from the flattery, and she grew an honest, delighted smile.
Which froze on her face as Narcissa finished her statement.
"I can't help but believe.. that you are a Witch that has formed some diligentstudy groups."
Cassandra's ears burned red. Her eyes were shaken. She wondered, '...does she know what that means?' Her collar felt hot as she imagined the euphemism her Professor had just casually spoken.
Cassandra softly swallowed, "E-excuse me, Professor?"
Narcissa smoothly continued, as if nothing was amiss, "Am I wrong? I would be truly surprised. I have been known to have a keen eye for these kinds of things."
"I-I'm afraid I don't follow... I-I think I study mostly alone."
Narcissa's smile richened, "Oh? Mostly, hm? Very well... Then would it be right to say you prefer a more... wordless kind of magic than some rigid wandwork..?"
"..." Cassandra's mouth fell open, "...what..?"
Narcissa gave a brief, ladylike laugh, "No need to be coy, my dear... If you would allow me to be a bit crass... I believe you prefer to... stir a cauldron, rather than ride a broomstick."
Cassandra's eyes were wide as galleons, wondering if her suave, sultry Professor could possibly mean all the filthy things her perverted mind was feeding her.
Then, it all became clear as Narcissa slowly leaned closer, closing the thin distance between them.
Cassandra felt her Professor's hand lift off her thigh, cradling her cheek in a gentle caress.
"There's no need to be shy~" The rich, velvet voice of Narcissa had her spellbound with just one sentence, "...after all, it's just us Witches here, right💗?"
"U-uhm... I-I..." Cassandra was lost in a complete fluster for the first time in many years.
Narcissa leaned forward, their plush, exaggerated hourglasses were nearly joined together. Cassandra was overwhelmed with stimulation just from one fleeting touch. There was a rich, intoxicating scent that filled the space. Narcissa's scent. The air felt warmer as if she could somehow feel the older, sinfully seductive woman's body heat.
"Now be honest, my dear..."
Narcissa's smooth, sultry voice, her full, luscious lips, and the deep, enchanting gaze in her gorgeous green eyes... These all had Cassandra fall under her spell.
"Y-yes..." She gave in with a fleeting gasp.
"Mmm..." A low, pleased moan rumbled in Narcissa's throat, and she revealed a beautiful smile, "...Just what I wanted to hear..."
"..!" Cassandra gave a moan of her own, head spinning with raw desire, '...Is this really happening..?' She wondered in lust. Her own Head of House, the woman who held her utmost respect as well as her raw, honest desire, was now looking at her with steamy, hot bedroom eyes.
Narcissa chuckled throatily, making her squirm beneath her, "Tonight has just been perfect, my dear... but I'm not quite ready for it to end..."
Cassandra's struggled to keep her breath from coming out in quick gasps. Narcissa's full, dark green lips drew near. Her own fell open as her Professor's soft, whispered words floated closer.
Cassandra's eyes fluttered closed. Her softly painted red lips leaned forward to close the distance, desiring nothing more than the taste of Narcissa's lips.
Instead, her eyes jerked open as she was held gently, feeling nothing but a thumb sliding across her lips. Narcissa looked down at her with an enchanting smile, "You're such a doll... Relax. There's no rush."
She leaned forward, making Cassandra let out an excited moan as Narcissa's breath tickled her cheek, "...How would you like to spend the rest of this fine night with your Professor?"
"Y-yes..!" Cassandra gasped immediately, "Please..!"
Narcissa smiled with a deep look, knowing Cassandra was completely at her mercy.
"Mm, lovely. We can have a little... late-night course." She suggested in a meaningful tone, "First... I'd like to see a bit of that 'wordless' magic of yours...."
"Y-yes..!" The blonde Head Witch eagerly agreed. She struggled to maintain her elegant posture as she sank off the couch on wobbly legs. She softly lowered herself down to her knees.
Narcissa gave a low hum of pleasure, reclining deeply into the couch. Her rich, embroidered black dress split with a wordless flick of her wand.
Cassandra's eyes stared unblinkingly as Narcissa's dress opened up, revealing a thick, pure-white pair of smooth, huggable thighs. She moaned at the sight of rich black stockings clipped to sinful lace lingerie.
Narcissa beckoned her over with a finger.
Cassandra's aristocratic features, her noble, high-brow beauty, suddenly warped with arousal. Her fair complexion went flush with her excitement as she gleefully buried herself between the thick, MILFy thighs of her esteemed Professor, and lost herself in carnal passion.
Narcissa slipped a throaty chuckle as she felt Cassandra huffing and moaning, showering excited kisses on her thick thighs, and drawing closer to her womanhood.
"Mmm, just as I would've expected from my prize pupil... you're quite well-practised." She commented, reaching down to slide her fingers through Cassandra's platinum-blonde hair. She gently guided her deeper between her thighs and took great pleasure squeezing their plump softness around the excited younger woman's face.
Cassandra's dark green eyes looked up at her with a naked, drunken look of lust, 'She smells so good💕' She moaned, delighted to be trapped between her MILF Professor's legs, and kissed and sucked at her bare thighs until she was planting those big smooches on Narcissa's expensive black panties.
There, Narcissa stopped her.
Cassandra moaned in confusion, feeling a sudden sharp tug on her hair. She looked up at Narcissa with such a desperate, begging expression that she knew she'd be able to demand anything at all from the needy Witch between her legs.
She smoothly chuckled, "You're such a needy little creature, aren't you..?"
Something deeper in that statement made Cassandra freeze. The raw, drunken lust on her face seemed to be shaken up into something else. Her fine, slender brows furrowed.
Narcissa's prideful smirk deepened, "...Oh? Am I wrong..?" She repeated meaningfully, "I rarely am..."
A look of brief concern flashed across Cassandra's face.
Narcissa continued with a low, sultry voice, "You know... One of my closest friends happens to be Madam Apolline Delacour..." The look on Cassandra's face deepened, "Oh? Are you familiar.? Mhm, she's quite famous... After all... she's a Veela."
"Mmph..!" Cassandra softly spoke, but her words were muted as Narcissa squeezed her soft, silky thighs around the younger woman's face and buried them.
Narcissa reached down with her other hand, softly brushing the now dishevelled strands of hair out of the woman's face. She smiled and fed Cassandra one last deep, tempting look, "Now, my dear... I want to ask you one more question. I suggest you answer honestly. That is if you would like tonight to be one of unforgettable pleasure."
"Mmph💞" Cassandra moaned, eyes softly fluttering. She was entirely at Narcissa's beck and call.
Narcissa softly chuckled and pointed at her with a sharp look. "Now... Tell me... Why is such a beautiful, intelligent Veela here alone, hiding her nature at Hogwarts..?"
Cassandra's eyes trembled. Narcissa Black dragged a secret she'd kept carefully guarded for so many years within these castle walls into the open.
Narcissa gently pulled the woman from between her legs, releasing the grasp on her hair to instead cradle her cheeks in a gentle grasp, "Well?"
"I... I was afraid..." She softly gasped, admitting it all in front of the woman who had seduced her so thoroughly, "...If it got out that I was a Veela... Then it wouldn't just destroy my chance at finding a husband... but also... my fellow Witches..."
"Mm..." Narcissa hummed in acknowledgement, "...scorned by the men for a provocative nature, and the women for an Allure strong enough to rouse the diminished libido of wizardfolk, hm?"
"Y-yes, Professor..." She muttered weakly.
"Oh, you silly girl." Narcissa shocked her with a response. She clicked her tongue and patted the seventh-year's cheek. Her tone had a note of pity, "...Rejecting your nature like that will only lead to suffering... Believe me... I endured it for twenty years..."
"Professor..?" Cassandra stared at the mature, seductive, pureblood Lady as Narcissa heaved a great sigh.
Then the older woman gave the secret Veela a meaningful smile, "Be a dear, Cassandra... and slip this off for me, would you?"
She held out her left hand, which was decorated by a long, black lace glove. Cassandra brought her shaky fingers up to carefully pull the glove free. Then, when her eyes saw Narcissa's exposed hand, she gasped.
There was a beautiful, sparkling ring on her finger.
Cassandra's eyes froze at the sight of it. She held Narcissa's hand delicately, admiring the sparkling diamond on the silver band and all of its implications.
"Now dear... let's continue..." Narcissa's sultry voice beckoned her back to the present.
She reached her hand down, stroking Cassandra's cheek. As she bent forward, the deep, rich, expansive of her heavy cleavage was flaunted in front of the Veela that desired her so much.
"You've been staring so intensely..." Narcissa softly giggled.
"I-I'm sorry..!"
"Do not mind it... I don't mind if you look..." She said suggestively, "But I'd very much prefer to feel your hands on them."
Cassandra softly panted, eyes full of lust for Narcissa's heaping bosom. She was a Veela, trapped in a lustful heat with the Professor she admired so much. The Professor she had a deep crush on. She reached out.
"No, no, dear~" Narcissa teased her with a sultry tone, holding Cassandra's wrists as she reached for Narcissa's plump breasts. She clicked her tongue and smiled, "Slowly... I want you to slide your hands up... I want to feel you gliding across my curves..."
Cassandra's eyes fogged with arousal as her hands slipped back down to the unbelievably soft skin of Narcissa's naked thighs. Then she began the journey upward, travelling along the older woman's broad, alluring hips until-
Cassandra froze as she felt something odd. A slope that ghosted her palms. Instinctually, she travelled across it, face full of innocent confusion as she felt the silken, embroidered texture of Narcissa's rich, luxurious dress... curve like a dome beneath her fingers while her eyes saw nothing but empty space.
As she explored a pronounced, round shape, feeling nothing but Narcissa's luxurious dress and the warmth of the woman's body heat... Cassandra gasped loudly.
A shimmer appeared before her eyes, and where there was nothing... was suddenly something. Her Head of House's tight, trim belly flared out into a big, round baby bump.
The older woman chuckled deeply at Cassandra's look of pure shock.
"M-my Lady... I-Is this..?" The confused young woman stroked Narcissa's pregnant belly with a look of pure wonder on her face.
"Yes... I'm with child..." Narcissa met her student's eyes, "...How does that make you feel, Cassandra?"
"It's..." The blonde's rich green eyes settled on a single emotion. Desire. She softly leaned down and pressed her lips to Narcissa's belly, giving it a brief kiss. Her hands wandered up and down the gentle slope. She was far more mesmerised by this than she had been for Narcissa's breasts.
"It's amazing💕~!" She softly moaned, peppering sweet, little smooches on her Professor's belly. Her face was stricken with powerful desire. Her eyes nearly rolled back as she sucked in a deep breath, "N-No wonder... No wonder you were so sexy~!"
Cassandra moaned, overwhelmed by the haywire Veela instincts running wild at the sight of Narcissa's pregnant belly. Her own hot pussy ached profoundly, throbbing with intense desire of its own.
"Mmm, I'm glad you think so..." Narcissa said happily, stroking the luxurious blonde hair of the young woman kneeling between her legs and kissing her growing belly.
Her sultry, shadowed eyes looked down at the excited, submissive Veela. She trailed a finger down the Veela's cheek, gentler hooking it under her chin. Then she gently pulled it up.
Cassandra stared up with glassy green eyes and a rosy red flush.
Narcissa smiled. Her finger slipped away from Cassandra's chin as she again brought the gleaming diamond ring to the Veela's attention, "Mmm, I'm a lucky Witch. He's given me everything I've ever wanted..."
Cassandra shuddered on the floor. Her head was spiralling with obscene, lewd imaginations of Narcissa's elegant, refined features wrapped in erotic pleasure as her secret lover blessed her with a child.
The Professor's sultry voice continued luring this Veela into her clutches, "You know... If you would like, I could introduce you to him. Would you like to meet him?" She kept her sultry smile as she stroked Cassandra's cheek, "I think he would very much like to meet you. In fact... There's something you could help us with, my dear.""
"W-who..?" Cassandra asked, eyes alight with nothing but desire.