Harry could hardly contain his excitement.
Ginny had just sent him a message he'd been eagerly awaiting to hear for some time now.
"We're ready for you 💕"
Harry climbed up the stairs with heavy steps. He could already feel his cock swelling essentially down one pantleg, bulging visibly enough to send any witch who'd spied it into heat.
He rose to the top of the stairs and approached the door at the end of the corridor. He pulled it open...
"Hey, stud💞" An eager little slut called out to him from inside.
He saw Ginny there, stripped down to the lacey red set of sexy Gryffindor Lingerie she'd received as a gift from Narcissa a while back. Her vast, deliciously freckled tits were presented like a feast while the scandalous thong flashed every thick, meaty inch of her freckle-smattered booty cheeks.
She already had an excited, rosy hue on her cheeks and a mischievous, horny grin on her lips. She giggled the moment she saw him leaning forward on the bed to make her titties sway forward even more prominently.
But as tempting and fuckable the little red-haired vixen was... Harry's eyes immediately fell to her side.
There, on the large, four-poster bed, was a voluptuous, curvaceous figure.
He could tell it was a witch with just a glance, with how complete and shapely her pale-white breasts were, snuggly accentuated by a deep emerald brassiere. A similarly thin green triangle dipped between her spread-open legs, decorating those deliciously plump and smooth thighs with a mouth-watering view. In the center, just above her hidden pussy lips, there was a little silver serpent emblem.
This buxom witch on the bed with Ginny was a Slytherin! She was dressed in a slutty set of knickers to present herself as such.
...But it wasn't Pansy Parkinson.
Her hair was raven-black, and what he could see of her features was unfamiliar... but he couldn't see her eyes because she had an emerald green blindfold on. Similarly, a big green and silver knot was in her mouth, serving as a ball gag made out of a charmed Slytherin school tie.
What he noticed next had him speechless.
There was a highly elaborate display of magic here. A conjured set of extraordinarily detailed silver manacles were clasped around her wrists, holding them above her head as she rested on the pillows. They were locked to silver chains, whose interlocking links were fashioned like two winding silver snakes that rose upward to wind themselves against the rear bedposts, locking her in place.
A similar display tied her ankles to the front posts, but these chains were slack, allowing her to comfortably rest her feet on the bed.
He looked at the extravagant conjuration work of the chains and knew those scandalous knickers were likely some Advanced Transfiguration. This kind of magic was far beyond Ginny's skillset, making him wonder, 'Hmm, just WHO did she convince to help her set this up..? And how did she 'convince' them..?'
Regardless of the answer to that thought, Harry was aroused and excited by the lewd display. A dark-haired Slytherin babe tied up on his bed like a prize, decorated in some slutty Slytherin lingerie.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Ginny's giggling, playful look made him quiet. She flashed him a cat-like grin, leaning forward and raising a finger to her lips. Then she beckoned him forward with a finger.
Harry gave her a pleased, lustful grin.
As Ginny addressed him and Harry drew nearer, the girl on the bed let out a muffled whimper and quivered. His eyes were drawn to her plump breasts, admiring their full, ripe shape as they were pushed up into juicy cleavage by her bra.
She seemed to squirm and whimper. As she was blindfolded, she could only use her ears to hear him drawing closer. She shivered with anticipation and tugged uselessly on her silver chains.
Ginny gave him a sensual look, "Do you like what you see, stud💞?"
He drew in close, knowing to be quiet, as he played along. He grabbed the supple, wide hips of his busty red-headed slut and stole her plush pink lips in a wet kiss. Then he growled in her ear, "Oh yeah... You've outdone yourself Gin..."
"Mmnn 💓" Ginny moaned erotically as Harry palmed the fat, pale cheeks of her plump freckled ass. He jiggled those full, bouncy cheeks and gave them a quiet smack before he turned his eyes to the girl splayed out on the bed for him.
He licked his lips, full of desire to ravish her.
Ginny squeezed her slender fingers around the substantial tubular bulge protruding lewdly from his tight black trousers. She fondled it, making the beast swell larger as she released an excited mewl.
"Mmm~!" She muttered hotly in his ear, where her bound Slytherin pet couldn't hear, "I can't wait to see you FUCK HER, Harry💞~! Break this snake's tight little virgin cunt open with this beefy lion COCK💞~!" She smooched his tight jawline with her wet lips, planting worshipful kisses on his cheek and neck as she worked herself into a hot, horny heat.
She started grinding her plush, fuckable curves against him. She squeezed her pillowy boobies against his chest. She kept on mewling, trying to seduce him with sinful words, "She's ready for you, stud💞~! EAGER for it..! Look at her slutty knickers... can't you see how SOAKED this naughty little bitch is for you? She's been ACHING for it, waiting for her big, beefy stud to come and conquer her cunt~!"
Harry's emerald eyes were glowing with lust, looking down at the exposed, tender flesh of the half-naked Slytherin on the bed.
As he squeezed the plump cheeks of Ginny's round apple-bottom, he wondered...
Just what exactly at the little firecracker DONE to get to this point..?
To get Astoria Greengrass, Daphne's little sister, to willingly crawl up on Gryffindor sheets and let herself be blindfolded, gagged, and strung up like a toy for him?
A few days prior - Ginny's POV
Little Miss Perfect.
That's what she'd always been in Ginny's mind.
No other phrase could be more apt because that's how she appeared to Ginny. A prissy little 'pureblood princess' that always managed to look like she was sneering at everything just for existing. A young beauty with perfect complexion and an expression that screamed, 'I can do no wrong'. The perfect example of a girl in green robes.
That was how Ginny HAD viewed her. At least for the first couple of years in the Castle.
But this year inside Hogwarts had been different. She'd been looking at every wide-hipped witch that walked the halls differently since Harry had rocked her world over the summer. Something about a rough, regular dicking from her well-hung stud really made her see the brighter side of things!
The problem really began at the World Cup.
It was bad enough she'd spent about a week beforehand at the Burrow, interlocking her fingers with her busty, naked bookworm friend, Hermione, while the two of them took turns getting fucked into stupid, screaming orgasms by Harry Potter's hippogriff cock!
When she was lying there, watching Hermione's beautiful features fall into such a lewd display of raw passion and eroticism... Ginny felt excitement.
Even before that night, her relationship with Hermione was already a bit closer than just friends. It wasn't all that rare in their society of lustful witches, but it was still taboo. If a wizard ever learned that two witches were... Well, their lives would be over.
They never took it quite that far... but as the only two young witches in the Burrow, Hermione had shared her room. They were quick friends, and Ginny was glad to know that Hermione had picked up their tricks so quickly despite being a muggle-born.
It made it a lot less embarrassing the first night Ginny's urges proved too emphatic to ignore... and she looked into Hermione's observant brown eyes while she jilled her horny little pussy on their shared bed.
Hermione had been mature about it, claiming it was 'just natural' and that it was 'Ginny's bedroom after all'... which just opened the floodgates. It didn't take long after that for Ginny to show her true colours as the dirty little masturbation addict she was, fingering herself in front of Hermione shamelessly day-in and day-out.
Which, of course, had a noticeable effect on Hermione. Soon the two were rubbing elbows, looking into each other's eyes as they rubbed their aching, slick cunts in unison.
Then Harry arrived at the Burrow, laying claim to her bed. He showed her the utterly obscene sight of Hermione getting fucked like a bitch in heat. The sight of her skin glowing, glistening with sweat from ceaseless rounds of brutal, pussy-pounding creampie sex. It awakened newer, more exciting feelings about the girl who shared her bed.
Then came the World Cup... where all these feelings exploded. Before Ginny even knew what kind of wizard, no, MAN, Harry was, she had a deep-rooted fantasy. Spawned from a piece of steamy literature, 'Harry Potter and the Veela Coven'.
Then, at the World Cup, Harry made that fantasy a reality. He waltzed into a tent full of the hottest women she'd ever seen. A whole squad of drop-dead gorgeous Bulgarian Veela. She watched, drunk on SMOTHERING Allure, as he fucked them one by one, fertilizing them like sows... While she herself was in a pile of eager female cheerleaders, learning the taste of sweet pussy on her tongue and how good it could feel to have another witch between her legs.
That was her true awakening.
When Ginny walked the halls, she didn't see her classmates anymore. Nor Gryffindors and Slytherins. All she saw were wide, fertile hips and complete, sweater-stretching busts. Bodies ripe for child-rearing and breasts built to feed them.
As a witch passed her, Ginny would hardly even consider their name. If she did, it would be something like, 'Oh, Rosalyn? I wonder if she's a screamer..?' As she imagined the witch naked and pinned beneath the statuesque muscles of her massively hung boyfriend.
It was a completely different mindset from just a year ago. Back then, she repressed her growing urges and dedicated all her focus to land a spot on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
This same dramatic shift in mindset applied to a particular 'Girl in Green.'
Little Miss Perfect.
Someone Ginny had dismissed entirely as a haughty, stuck-up Pureblood princess. It was only the fact that the woman in question had shown no real ire to Ginny herself that her opinion hadn't soured further.
But after coming back into the castle riding the glow of a well-fucked woman and cradling a growing belly, Ginny had a new outlook.
'Little Miss Perfect...'
Ginny smiled lewdly, 'Only thing perfect about her is that ASS💕' She had to repress a moan as she walked behind the girl in question, drooling over the way her swishing skirt teased a glimpse of thick thighs. Plush, huggable thighs that were squeezed so temptingly by pure black thigh-highs. She couldn't stop staring at them and the shape of the woman's undeniably shapely bum.
'Morgana's sweet cunt, I'd LOVE to get a peek under that little skirt..!' Ginny lamented the fact that she knew no spell to help her here. She walked through the hall, eyeing other students all around as she weighed the risk of just blasting a levitation charm to flip her skirt just for a peek at her thick white moon.
When Ginny finally tore her eyes from the tempting sight of the wide hips gently swaying in front of her, she finally managed to remember why she was following this woman in the first place.
The young 'Lady' in front of her... was none other than Astoria Greengrass.
The younger sister of the woman who'd suggested something so outlandish as not being interested in Harry's giant cock! That was obviously impossible, so Ginny was preparing to sniff out more information... and that meant interrogating Daphne's sweet, innocent... FAT-BOTTOMED sister!
...
As Ginny considered Astoria Greengrass, beyond lewd thoughts of seeing her juicy pussy split open for the first time, she had a turn of doubt.
Astoria was 'Little Miss Perfect'. A true pure-bred witch, who never even suggested a hint of sexual desire.
She always wore her outer robes buttoned over her chest to hide the shape of her breasts, and walked with her back perfectly straight. In class, she only spoke up when called upon by the professor, but she always offered an extensive and thoughtful answer.
She seemed like a smaller, more petite mirror of her sister. Although with black hair rather than Daphne's blonde. She excelled academically in all her classes and may even be the top student of Ginny's year.
But in Ginny's mind, there was absolutely NO WAY she could genuinely be 'chaste'. Witches simply didn't work that way.
For the first time, Ginny truly paid attention to Astoria Greengrass. She scrutinized her, paying attention to the other girls she spoke to, where she went after class and so on. At the same time, she was recontextualizing all their interactions in the past... and that made the puzzle start to fall into place.
Ginny noticed certain little things about 'Little Miss Perfect'… and realised maybe Astoria Greengrass wasn't such a picture-perfect Slytherin after all.
She began her scheme in Potions.
Well, it wasn't much of a scheme, so much as an approach. She was Gryffindor, after all!
...And Ginny had seen first-hand how easy it was for Harry to just grab a girl he fancied.
Potions would be easiest, regardless. With 'Professor Black' on her side, it was so easy to get a believable approach with the snobby Slytherin.
"Can you pass me that toadstool?" Ginny asked innocently, looking casually to the side while she stirred their bubbling cauldron.
"Ugh." Astoria rolled her eyes and reached for it.
When she turned, she missed the way Ginny's eyes completely lost focus on their potion project. Instead, her innocent brown eyes grew lecherous. She trailed her gaze down to the tight curve of Astoria's shapely bust, measuring those pair of heavy sweater-stretching titties against her own. She imagined Harry getting his hands on those ripe, unplucked fruits. Or flipping that dainty skirt up to get his mitts on the plump curve of Astoria's drool-worthy-
"Here."
Ginny smiled politely. There was not a blush to be seen on her freckled cheeks, "Thanks."
As Astoria turned her emerald eyes away from Ginny once again, muttering the steps of the brew from their shared textbook, Ginny decided to take the plunge.
She leaned over as if peering over Astoria's shoulder… and made sure her body was pressing against the slender girl's shape.
Specifically, the prominent bulge of her now nearly four-month pregnant belly. With her outer robes clasped closed, they hung loosely down the shelf of her buxom breasts, which disguised the shape of her belly well from a visual perspective... But she pressed it against Astoria's side and waited.
Astoria gave a little scoff and scooted away. It didn't seem like she realized what she was really feeling… not the first time, at least.
'Heheh~ This is kinda fun..!' Ginny made a game of playing with Astoria throughout the lesson. Not only rubbing her pregnant belly against the other witch until Astoria had no choice but to notice… But when she could, she also snuck some rather 'comfortable' touches in, sliding a fleeting hand over the broad curve of Astoria's juicy rump or tight waist.
Ginny couldn't hide her grin as she saw a look of minute confusion on Astoria's face. The black-haired witch glanced down... then came a look of dawning realization.
Astoria snapped her bright green eyes up to Ginny. For the first time, her stoic, cold mask cracked to reveal the unbridled shock on her face. Her eyes grew wide as she whispered, "What..?" Her breathless whisper was followed by a slender hand gently pressing against her belly, "Is that..? Are you..?"
Ginny grinned like a cat and leaned further into her touch. She placed her hand over Astoria's, rubbing it blatantly down the round curve of her belly. She made sure the Slytherin felt the meaningful shape and all its implications.
Then Ginny leaned over with a playful giggle and whispered hotly in Astoria's ear, "Pregnant💞?"
That one word had a visible reaction on the usually expressionless girl. Ginny's grin grew wider as she saw unmistakable emotion flash across the other girl's face. Surprise, confusion, and disbelief led to a little mote of jealousy and desire.
Suddenly the bitchy, snobbish girl was nowhere to be seen as Astoria softly bit her lip, looking down at Ginny's belly. Her slender fingers slid across the baby bump with an unmistakable fascination and curiosity.
"Heheh~" Ginny giggled and drew her face in closer. In the dark corner of the potions lab, protected by the large cauldron on their station, the two girls looked into each other's eyes. Ginny said teasingly, "Yep~ Jealous?"
That tone in her voice seemed to snap Astoria out of her daze. Her pretty features wrinkled up as she immediately tried to recover herself, "D-don't be ridiculous..! P-Pregnant in Hogwarts?! When you're not even married..!" She said it like it was the most outlandish thing she'd ever heard. Like she was aghast at the idea and condemning Ginny as some kind of slut.
But the way her voice cracked and her hand hadn't stopped rubbing her belly betrayed her words.
Ginny's Cheshire grin never wavered, "Hey, there's nothing wrong with being jealous~"
Astoria's mouth clicked closed. Again, the girl was taken by surprise, entirely unprepared for Ginny's response. For a 'Lady-like' Witch like her, the idea of acting in such a way, especially in public, was startling. It left her with no idea how to react beyond the natural response of clamming up.
Ginny sinfully whispered in the ear of the slender Slytherin, "…Want to know more? I'll share all the dirty details…" Her voice was hot with rising excitement, making Astoria tighten beside her, "…about my strong~ virile~ wizard stud💞 About how he fucked me so hard and rough that I got knocked up on our first night together💞"
Astoria let out a shuddering breath, looking away from Ginny with unrepressable redness in her cheeks.
"I'll tell you everything you wanna know~" She giggled playfully in Astoria's ear, pressing her plush curves against the Slytherin's own shapely body. The girl shied away, but with her plush bum pressing against the desk, she was trapped. She felt Ginny's own large tits squish against hers as the freckled ginger leaned in close.
Astoria's lips quivered, feeling Ginny's face draw so close she could feel the redhead's breath as she whispered, "All you have to do… is tell me something too…"
"W-what..?" Astoria whimpered.
Ginny grinned mischievously, "What do you think about Harry Potter?"
"..!"
Astoria's eyes shot open wide. Her face was a mess of emotion as she wondered what 'Harry Potter' had to do with the mysterious, big-dicked stud that had allegedly pumped Ginny so full of cum that she'd been knocked up on the first go.
'Harry… Potter..?' Astoria's thoughts focused on that one singular question.
Astoria had to fight from letting the rosy hue of a blush rush up to her cheeks.
Her thoughts lingered gleefully on the dashing, handsome 'prince' in the year above her. The man that had been haunting her dreams since she'd first seen him smile two years ago in her first year at the castle.
…The same man whose bright green eyes and charming smile were always at the forefront of her mind when she was curled up in her sheets late at night, comforting herself with fingers buried between her plush thighs.
'What she thought about Harry Potter' was something that Astoria absolutely refused to let any other magical being EVER find out... But under Ginny's lewd, tempting promises and the temptation that maybe, just maybe, Harry Potter was the one who had...
Astoria's slender peach lips slowly parted, "I..."
Meanwhile... with the man himself.
"Please, please, PLEASE~!" Harry remembered the cute begging voice that had asked him again and again. Her plush, kissable lips quivered in an adorable pout, "Please~ Harry~! I'll do whatever you want..! You can bugger my ass all night long!"
Ginny had crawled between his legs, pouting her lips and squeezing her own plump, freckled tits as she begged. He couldn't resist those sweet puppy-dog eyes.
"Is that supposed to persuade him? You beg him to fuck your slutty ass every night anyway!" Hermione had retorted with a hint of playful annoyance.
"Heheh~" Ginny replied with a playful wink and giggle before she started rubbing her cute, freckled cheeks against his colossal bulge, promising him pleasure and worship from her eager mouth as she looked up into his eyes.
As she playfully tugged on the belt of his trousers, she fluttered her eyes, "Please, Harry💕 I'll do ANYTHING~!" She opened her mouth, showing him her hot, drooling tongue.
"Fine." He'd grabbed her.
And like that, she managed to convince him. Ginny got what she wanted and spent the rest of the night squealing on her back as Harry pounded her snug little cunt so raw that she missed her first two classes the following day, locked in a giggling, quivering sex coma.
Hermione was caught as collateral damage and was right there next to her. Hogwarts' best student was drooling with a dopey smile even as she missed Charms AND Transfiguration. Something that would've usually been a worst nightmare to the studious girl. Harry's cock had re-arranged her priorities. Now a womb full of hot cum and the afterglow of amazing orgasms was worth skiving off classes and ruining her perfect attendance record.
Against his better reasoning, Harry let Ginny have her way. He'd given in to her desperate pleas and begging… and chose NOT to chase the fine tail of Daphne's little sister around the castle.
"Please, Harry~" Ginny had begged so sweetly, looking up at him with a deviously sexy look in her eyes, "Let ME handle Astoria..! I want to bring you that haughty bitch on a leash!"
As much as the appeal of Daphne's sister had roused his carnal urges… Harry resisted just grabbing the busty, younger Greengrass in some out-of-the-way corridor and pushing her up against a wall or into the nearest abandoned classroom.
Instead, he let himself be seduced by the naughty red-haired vixen. The appeal of Ginny seducing and luring a willing, eager slut into his harem of pregnant witches was a strong one. He much preferred a 'hands-on' approach of taming these sexually-frustrated closeted sluts himself… but there was something inherently perverse and exciting about a girl so devoted to his cock that she'd actively seek out other fresh pussy for him to sheath himself inside.
So Harry let himself be distracted for a few days while Ginny was off planning some lewd plan to seduce Astoria into spreading her legs for him. In the meantime, he was busy spending his nights in some wild sex parties inside the dorm rooms of Gryffindor Girls, or Narcissa's private chambers.
While Astoria was getting seduced by Ginny in class, Harry was 'borrowing' Narcissa's private chambers so he could drag Alicia, Angelina, and Katie, to make a stack of hot, Quidditch-witch pussy on her bed.
Ginny & Astoria
"Ready to go?"
"W-what are you WEARING?" Astoria nearly shrieked with shock upon her eyes falling on Ginny's outfit.
They were heading down the nippy road to Hogsmeade, so Astoria was snugly wrapped in a comfortable but proper wool coat that did its best to contain her impressive bosom. A knitted scarf was wrapped around her neck.
In STARK contrast... Ginny's outfit could boldly be declared as 'winter wear'... if not for the massive cut in the chest of the top, baring a veritable ocean of the girl's snowy-white, freckle-flaked cleavage to the brisk November air. And her mockery of a sweater was ONLY a top. Her wide hips and round, shapely buttocks were fitted in scandalous fashion by a tight pair of leggings.
By muggle standards, Ginny's outfit would hardly be considered revealing, if only due to the sheer size of her chest causing so much cleavage to pop out.
But Astoria was a witch, so in her eyes, Ginny was dressed like a tramp.
Ginny's eyes went wide as her eyebrows rose, "Huh?" She looked down at herself, as if truly seeing what a 'trashy', 'outlandish' outfit she was wearing. Then she said, "Ah. Right." As if remembering she was supposed to be a 'modest witch' too.
Then she shrugged and crossed her arms under those heavy boobs, making her shelf of cleavage pop up even more, "Sorry, forgot I was on a date with a prude. This is frankly the most modest outfit I've got!"
In just two sentences, Astoria was gobsmacked by the crass way Ginny was speaking. She flustered, "D-date?! P-prude?!"
Her eyes looked over Ginny's outfit once again. An outfit she couldn't imagine being caught dead wearing. Her mind spiraled around Ginny's statement. 'Most modest' she'd said.
Ginny rolled her eyes and huffed, "Yeah~ I mean, I was just going to be wearing my uniform around the castle anyway. All my other clothes... heheh, they're just for my stud💞"
Astoria's cheeks felt hot, even in the cold air outside the castle. She stammered, "L-Let's just get going..! B-before someone sees you dressed like... THAT..!"
Ginny giggled at the way this 'proper lady' got all flustered just from flashing a bit of cleavage.
She licked her lips, sidling in nice and close to Astoria as they began down the path to Hogsmeade, 'This'll be SO fun~!'
...
"Y-you can't be serious..." Astoria whispered as they stopped outside the extravagant building that was whispered amongst Hogwarts girls to be the 'Veela Enclave'.
It was something Astoria had only HEARD about.
Ginny grinned and reached between her big, pale boobs, sliding out a sleek black card, "Oh, right. Forgot to give you this." She casually passed it over.
Astoria took it with a look of complete surprise on her face, "What..?" It was a gold-lettered invitation. Marked with her very own name at the top.
This was something that Astoria only vaguely knew about. What she knew was that these 'Invitations' were jealously guarded by the witches that had them. For all her Slytherin cunning and curiosity, Astoria couldn't get a single witch to reveal how these invitations were earned.
...and Ginny WEASLEY just casually handed her one.
The redhead grinned and bumped her elbow, "C'mon. Let's head inside..."
Ginny grabbed Astoria's arm, and dragged her forward like she was leading an innocent lamb.
...
Astoria had never felt so out of her depth. She was jerking her eyes around like a frightened rabbit, completely taken aback by all the SKIN she could see! There were nothing but girls inside the mysterious 'Veela Enclave'. Ginny had suggested this was supposed to be a 'Lady's Club' but...
Ladies do NOT dress like THAT!
All around her were Hogwarts witches. With their robes or coats draped over the back of their chairs to expose whatever revealing outfits they wore underneath. (Of course, 'Revealing' to her was a glimpse of cleavage or bare shoulders)
And the worst offenders seemed to be the 'Hostesses' of this establishment.
"Ginny~! Hey babe~!" A flirtatious voice greeted Ginny with familiarity.
Astoria looked over speechlessly as she understood why this was called the 'Veela Enclave'. A stunningly beautiful woman sauntered over in such an entrancing way that Astoria forgot to breathe.
When she reached the crass redhead sitting across from Astoria in their private booth, something completely absurd occurred right in front of her eyes.
The Hostess giggled and leaned down... before planting a big, wet smooch on Ginny's lips. The redhead moaned erotically and reached up to cup the woman's cheeks before kissing back in a steamy, tongue-twirling make-out session that had Astoria feeling faint.
She somehow managed to stammer, "G-ginny?! W-what are you doing..!?"
Ginny broke off the kiss and giggled, "Right. She's new here." Ginny winked at the Hostess before looking at Astoria, "It's supposed to be a secret... but if you become a 'regular' here well... heheh, you get some fun benefits with the girls..." The redhead giggled lewdly, and Astoria saw her hands reach around the woman's wide hips to take a sudden squeeze of the Hostess' large ass.
"..." Astoria's mouth hung open uselessly. She was so shocked that Ginny had just openly engaged with another witch in a public space... and shocked that Ginny did this even WITH such a supposedly perfect lover.
"What about your boyfriend?!" Astoria hissed, in such an upset voice that she surprised herself. The idea that Ginny, who had achieved every witch's dream by landing a 'stud' fertile enough to impregnate her, was now cheating on the man with a woman, triggered a spike of something awful in Astoria's chest.
"Heh," It was the Hostess who grinned at her, "What? Think he'll be mad? He'd only upset he didn't get to see it!"
"...what?" Astoria replied numbly.
The two girls completely ignored her stupefied expression as the Hostess turned to Ginny and pecked her lips, "What can I get you, girlfriend?"
"Hmm... How 'bout we start with a..." Ginny flashed a sly look toward Astoria, "...an 'Honest Whore' then we'll have a round of Sapphic Squirters..."
"What?!" Astoria's mouth fell open again, disbelieving her own ears.
"Heheh, it's just the name of a drink." Ginny said with a playful eyeroll, "Muggles make all these lewd names for their shots you know. Like a 'Blowjob' or a 'Slippery Nipple'. Don't get your knickers in a twist just because of the name."
Astoria felt mortified as the sexy Hostess left with a flirty wink and sauntered her swaying hips away to the bar.
Astoria's eyes lingered on the vast, tantalizing ass of the gorgeous Veela babe, but her gaze wasn't lustful or lewd. Not like Ginny's. Her expression was frozen as she experienced a jarring shock to her system.
This entire experience was NOTHING like the sheltered, sex-less life that her mother had prepared her for.
...
Soon the Veela brought them a pair of small glasses with a swirly little pink liquid within.
Astoria stared at how the little drink seemed to bubble and pop, sizzling little pink hearts into the air.
"Alright, so let's play a game..." Ginny suddenly jumped out of her seat to bump Astoria's hips until their wide curves were squeezed into the same bench. Before Astoria could protest, she'd slid the little pink drink in front of her.
"A... game..?" Astoria asked with a shaky voice, looking down at the drink.
Then Ginny grinned devilishly, "You came here for a reason, right? A reason important enough that you haven't run off screaming yet..."
"Y-you said you'd tell me..." Astoria's voice trailed off as the excuse felt so weak falling from her lips.
Ginny nodded eagerly, smiling, "Anything you want. All the dirty details. Oh, but nothing too specific yet. No asking me, 'What's my boyfriend's name?' for example. That'd be way too boring..."
Then her eyes turned mischievous as she eyed Astoria's blushing features meaningfully, "...and for every question you ask... I get to ask one too. Then, we'll both take a sip."
Astoria looked down at the little pink drink in front of her. Her heart was hammering like a drum.
Her face flashed momentarily as she could practically hear her mother's voice scolding her in the back of her mind. It told her to leave this place immediately. To not associate with this harlot. To put on a plastic smile and act like a 'Proper Lady'.
...To be just like her sister.
"...Okay..." Astoria quietly scorned the voice and agreed to play Ginny's game instead.
Ginny grinned like a cat who'd finally caught the mouse, "Great! You first! Ask away!"
"W-what..." Astoria swallowed and flicked her trepidatious green eyes over to Ginny, "What was it like..? Y-your first... experience..."
Ginny leaned in close to Astoria, with the most enviable smile on her lips, "Life-changing💕"
...
The evening drew on as Astoria got her first taste of a home-brewed drink from the top shelf of a Veela bar. Ginny whispered naughty, filthy words in her, describing in vivid detail all the little raunchy experiences she'd had with her 'mysterious' lover.
The more Astoria heard, the more desperate she became to hear more.
Ginny, meanwhile, cracked Astoria open like an egg. Astoria finally fell apart once her barriers came tumbling down and the drinks did their work. Ginny learned of her extremely sheltered upbringing, even compared to other witches.
How her mother, Lady Greengrass, was vehemently against anything having to do with sex. She firmly enforced that even self-pleasure was an egregious taboo. She taught her daughters witches had to fight their instincts.
But... it wasn't all terrible news.
The Greengrass Family... had a black sheep.
Just as Astoria's hair was black, unlike her mother and sister's platinum blonde, the youngest daughter did not fit nicely into place as her mother might've wished. At home, she was the perfect daughter, if a bit under looser expectations than her sister, who was the first-born.
However, when she came to the castle... Astoria's eyes were opened to the world of witches. She made friends... friends who could tempt her down a path to 'deviancy'.
"Oh..? Tell me more..." Ginny eagerly leaned in, unbothered by the way her large breasts squished against Astoria's form.
The green eyes of Greengrass stared down unblinkingly, lured in by the sight of Ginny's expansive, freckled titties nearly spilling out of her cleavage-flashing sweater. She swallowed with difficulty and spoke without thinking, "W-well... t-they taught me how to... how to..."
Ginny grinned, whispering like a little red-haired succubus on her shoulder, "Go on..."
"How to..." Astoria murmured and shyly met Ginny's expectant gaze, "...masturbate..."
"Oooh..!" Ginny grinned a bright smile and giggled. Her soft, cushiony chest gently jiggled against Astoria's side, pressing its enveloping warmth even further against her.
Astoria's face was aflame, her heart thumping loudly. She couldn't believe she'd just admitted it..! Admitted that she'd submitted to her own 'Base instincts'. Admitted that she was just like muggle slags who had sex for fun rather than procreation.
She felt that if her mother had learned such a thing, she'd be disowned.
Yet Ginny grinned like it was Christmas morning, squealing with glee and asking for more, "How was it..?! Oh, Morgana's muff, what did it feel like?"
There was a rising feeling in Astoria's chest. A sense of excitement so unbelievably powerful that it was almost scary. The extreme feeling of taboo, of doing something she wasn't supposed to do... but along with that feeling came a deep sense of relief.
She didn't even realise this herself, but her lips curled into a faint grin on their own, "...it felt good..."
Astoria glanced down at the little pink drink in her hands. Each and every sip from this glass made her body run hotter, her excitement run higher... and made her eyes linger longer on the girl beside her. She hadn't realised it yet... But her 'sips' had gotten deeper with each escalating question as she grew thirstier for the sweet, delicious taste of the drink.
She didn't know what was in this drink... but Astoria really, really liked it.
"S-so..." Astoria gasped, licking her lips as she blinked, wrenching her eyes away from Ginny's plunging neckline, "...a-about your... boyfriend..."
"Heheh, you can call him 'Stud' too y'know 💞" Ginny continued to tease her, "But yeah. What do you want to know..?"
There were so many questions that could narrow this down quickly. As a Slytherin and as a sharp-minded witch, she knew this.
She knew the fastest way to lead her to the answer she wanted to know. 'Is he a Gryffindor?' 'Is he a Quidditch player?' But that ran a dangerous risk... the risk of arriving at a disappointing answer.
So, instead... she fueled her own fantasy. First, by asking pointless little questions to keep the game going. 'Is he a wizard?' To prove that her mysterious boyfriend, indeed, was magical. Ginny confirmed it, then she asked, 'Does he really enjoy sex?' Another confirmation that sparked that feeling of rising excitement.
Little questions like, 'Is he a Hogwarts Student?' led her down a rabbit hole, sip by sip, until her lips felt loose enough to spill her own dirty secrets to the impish redhead beside her.
Then finally...
"I-Is he... older than me..?"
"Yes."
"D-does he... have black hair..?"
"Yes."
"W-what colour are his eyes?"
"Green."
Astoria was nearing the brink. Her fantasy was filled with all the details of Ginny's unbelievable sex stories with some black-haired, green-eyed hunk. She trembled in her chair, panting hard with a buzzing, warm feeling in her core. She stared down at her drink, not risking a glance at the girl beside her.
Finally, she asked one last question.
"W-what... w-what is his name..?"
"Heheh~" Another playful giggle hot on her ear as Ginny hugged her warm, soft curves in close, "If you want me to answer that... finish that drink."
Astoria swallowed and raised the glass to her lips. The sweet, delicious pink drink so eloquently dubbed a 'Sapphic Squirter' was polished off with a breathy gasp. Astoria raised her head to meet the impish grin and excited brown eyes of the red-headed 'harlot' beside her.
Ginny opened her mouth for the grand reveal, "His name is-!"
"Mmph..!"
Before she could finish the phrase, Astoria sealed her lips over Ginny's in a hungry, excited kiss. The black-haired girl snapped like a Thestral Hair and lost herself to her 'base desires'. She moaned and whimpered while hungrily shoving her tongue deep into Ginny's mouth, coiling it around the redhead's tongue like she was trying to lick the taste of the drink of the other girl's tastebuds.
Ginny matched her passion with an eager playfulness, toying with Astoria's tongue as she grabbed the girl's wide hips and pulled her onto her lap. Astoria panted hotly in a haze of pure desire, sucking on Ginny's tongue and smacking their wet lips together. At the same time, she grinded her plush, buxom breasts against the redhead's bigger, fuller titties.
Ginny reveled in victory, 'Finally💞'
Astoria didn't seem to notice... or perhaps, with what Ginny had learned, Astoria DID know the whole time, and just chose to keep drinking anyway... but a Veela's brew wasn't just a drink. The 'Sapphic Squirter' was aptly named. Each sip was slowly awakening a rising desire for the female figure in Astoria, until she couldn't take it anymore.
The club's 'signature drink' was the 'Honest Whore', which loosened a girl's inhibitions and let her 'wild side' come out a bit quicker than normal. Both of these 'specialty' drinks were on the top shelf. Which meant they were strictly off-limits for newcomers. It was only because Ginny had asked that the Veela serve them for the two girls.
Now Ginny was free to reap the rewards for her night of teasing and seduction. She lured the prissy, 'little miss perfect' Slytherin to grind on her lap like a muggle stripper while trying to shove her tongue down Ginny's throat.
Meanwhile, Astoria was drunk but not on alcohol. No, that wasn't actually included in these two drinks. She was drunk on exhilaration.
It was the feeling of hiding fearfully buried under the covers in her dorm, drapes closed tight, and privacy charms three layers deep while she desperately fingered herself to a horny, feverish climax for the first time. The fear of thinking her sister or mother would suddenly jerk open the curtains of her dorm bed and see what a shameful, debauched display she was putting on... and the unbelievable, mind-boggling CLIMAX she reached at the end of it.
It was the feeling of hushed, excited whispers with her dormmates in Slytherin, bartering coin, or expensive Acromantula silk gowns... for her very first sex toy. The intense nervousness she felt every time her sister came into the room, knowing that at any moment, she might discover its hiding place.
It was the exhilaration that followed those moments when she got away with naughty, naughty deeds and felt that intense feeling of freedom that came with 'rebelling' against her family. Going against her mother and sister and the 'Greengrass traditions'.
It was that, but magnified even stronger, driving her to pure wanton desire as she attacked the sweet, experienced tongue of Ginny Weasley.
Her eyes nearly rolled back, she was so worked up. Her mind was a ceaseless spiral downward, 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..! W-what would mother think..?! W-what would Daphne think..?!'
She imagined them catching her here. Seeing her riding the lap of another witch! The witch who she was heatedly making out with, after heading out of the castle in the evening for a night of drinking in a bar as opposed to studying for the upcoming winter exams.
The tamest reaction Astoria could imagine... was her mother fainting on the spot.
As that thought lingered in her mind, it was followed by one meaningful conclusion.
'...I don't care anymore..!' The overwhelming sense of excitement, freedom, and relief she was feeling by grinding her plush derrière on Ginny's lap and swapping spit with the hot, freckled redhead was enough for her to justify anything.
Astoria broke off the hottest, sexiest kiss she could've imagined. Though she NEVER could've imagined that such a kiss would end by looking into the steamy eyes of another woman. Astoria gasped heatedly as their wet lips separated, "W-what's his name?"
As the words left her lips, she was already attacking Ginny's face. Her lips kissed and smooched the freckled cheeks of the impish redhead beneath her. Her tongue came out as she tilted Ginny's face toward her own, and she licked the girl's lips before kissing the sides of her mouth.
"H-his name is..!" Ginny gasped for air, swallowed up be equal passion.
"Mmppphh~!" Her lips were sealed once again, as Astoria couldn't resist another second without coiling her tongue around Ginny's.
"Pwuah~!" Ginny wrenched her lips free by wrestling Astoria's hands from behind her hand and pushing the girl forward. The Sapphic-crazed Greengrass daughter moaned erotically as her back laid out on the table of their small booth. Ginny hovered above her, pinning her hands above her hand.
"Haah... Haaaah..." The two horny witches stared into each other's eyes with raging lesbianism fueling their explosive libidos.
Ginny managed to mutter, "H-harry Potter..."
"Haah..! Haah..!" Astoria's tight chest rose with panting breaths as the name sank into her psyche.
And then...
"Nnngggh~!"
"Bloody hell..." Ginny breathed with a lewd look of excitement on her face, "Did you just... cum?"
Astoria's legs were hugging Ginny's hips, tugging the young woman forward.
Her emerald eyes were filled with a mixture of momentary delight and even higher unbridled lust.
The thought of Harry Potter, her secret crush and deepest fantasy, combined with the feeling of Ginny, her current source of pure desire pushing her down on the table, with her pregnant belly resting on Astoria's own.... pushed her over the edge. With nothing but dirty thoughts of irresponsible mating sex and the taste of Ginny's sweet saliva on her tongue, Astoria experienced a hands-off orgasm.
"H-harry~!" Astoria whined as she humped Ginny's hips, puckering her lips like she was begging for another kiss, "H-harry Potter..?"
"Merlin..." Ginny breathed, recognizing that look in her yearmate's eyes. Her grin grew devilishly, "You've got it BAD💞~!"
Ginny stared with unrestrained excitement at the willing, eager girl squirming on the table beneath her. Her own juicy pussy had been slick with arousal all evening but was about one step away from exploding in climax itself. Just the thought of seeing this little 'snake' broken on Harry's cock was making her entire body tingle.
"Natalia~!" Ginny called out with a playful smile.
"Yeah, babe?" The former leader of the Bulgarian Veela Cheer Squad, now club manager, replied.
"Let's have a round of 'Shameless Sluts' next!"
"You got it, babe💞"
Back to the present - Harry's POV
Since building his Harem of horny witches, Harry had lavished some of his favorite fucks with some expensive (Sometimes enchanted) gifts.
The most special of which went to his first two prize pussies. The first fertile soil his seed was planted in. Hermione and Ginny. Around his neck was a silver clasp, with a small, elaborate locket hanging.
When he clicked it open, the inside had two little mirrors. But these mirrors didn't show reflections. At least not of himself. One side was dark, as Hermione probably had her little 'Lady's Powder Mirror' buried in her bookbag... but on the other side, Ginny was grinning at him like a mischievous pixie.
"We're ready for you, stud💗 Mwuah💋"
She shimmered from the mirror with a little blown kiss, telling him everything was all set up.
He rose to his feet. In an increasingly rare circumstance, he didn't have to pull some horny slut off his cock, or draw the length from some well-fucked cunt. He even had his breeches on!
Harry had taken a moment to step away from his ever-growing 'Coven' of eager vixens to prepare for the evening's 'festivities'.
Since Ginny was going out of her way to prepare this all for him, he felt it only proper that he greet her with a dry dick. As much as Ginny would absolutely love to enjoy another slut's lingering taste on his cock... he wanted to be fresh for the new girl he was about to meet.
...
He stepped into the room, greeting his half-naked cumslut with a good, long kiss and a firm handhold on her infinitely gropable asscheek.
He looked down, eyeing the tasty treat Ginny had worked so hard to prepare for him.
Astoria Greengrass.
Seeing her curvaceous figure exposed on the bed, he could've guessed she was a Pureblood even without knowing her identity. Her skin was just too soft and smooth. It was flawless across every exposed inch, without the slightest blemish or imperfection. It looked so smooth that the orange glow of scented candles and a lit fireplace almost made it appear oiled. Its glossy texture glimmered in the dim light.
Her breasts looked divine, just as large and shapely as he'd come to expect from the bodies of a witch... but perhaps on the smaller side. Even at a glance, she was at least two or three full cups beneath Ginny. But those milky white mounds were still plenty full and plump, pushed together by a deep green brassiere that accentuated them sinfully. He felt the urge to just drop his fat cock in the tight ravine of those two plush titties and fuck them until he exploded all over her.
But Astoria's absolute marvel was absolutely her lower body. She had a much more pronounced pear shape than the perfect hourglass most witches tended to swing towards. Her smaller titties only made the vast stretch of her hips and the plump pair of full, shapely thighs look even more delectable. With her legs spread wide, the wonderful combination of those heavenly thighs framing the tempting strip of her Slytherin thong and the promise of a truly magnificent ass beneath had him admiring the view for a few silent moments.
Another ripe set of breedable hips and an untouched, fresh cunt for his massive cock to stretch open for the first time. There was a low rumble in the back of his throat as that familiar urge grew with his fat, stiff cock. The desire to sink deep into the tight, hot relief of a witch's cunt and pump her full of his magically invigorated seed.
"Mmmph~" But even as mere seconds passed, the pretty young woman on the bed grew anxious. The silver chains lightly rattled as she pulled her arms tight. Her chest was slightly heaving with heavier breaths like she was anxiously awaiting to suddenly feel a hand touch her naked skin.
Harry put a knee on the bed.
"Mmnngh..?"
The shifting of weight made her squirming increase as she tilted her head toward him, trying and failing to discern who it was climbing on the bed with her in such a vulnerable state.
That was why Ginny had shushed him, Harry mused. To keep her stewing in her nerves, she wondered if the man on her bed truly was Harry Potter or not.
There was something extra stimulating about the sight. This was not a woman he knew. This was a witch in a younger year, who he had seen in passing at best. He'd never spoken to her. Maybe not even exchange a passing acknowledgment in the halls.
...Yet here she was, submitting herself to Ginny's perverted fantasies. She was letting his horny little Prewett mare humiliate her and debase her. To bind her up and blindfold her. Whatever Ginny wanted to do... if it meant that she'd be here in front of him.
A woman who, until just a few days ago... Harry hadn't ever even heard her name except maybe at the Sorting Ceremony two years prior.
And he hadn't even brought her to the brink himself. He'd spent the couple days getting his rocks off with all the horny and pregnant witches around the castle, while Ginny was the one who was dragging her down to this level. Exposing her true nature as nothing more than a horny witch and revealing all that pent-up frustration before giving her one chance at relief. Him.
Harry squeezed the cushiony, pliable meat of Ginny's fat, freckled bottom in his firm, strong hand while eyeing up the half-naked curves of Astoria. All the while, Ginny was busy whispering hot, aroused breaths into his ear.
"She's got it so bad for you Harry💞~!" She murmured, sneaking a quiet kiss on his chin, "Crushing hard, just as I was..! Heheh, just as I AM💞"
Harry had to resist the urge to SPANK Ginny's thick, meaty backside. The plump booty cheeks were always taunting him with how soft and juicy they were, wiggling in his hand like they were begging to be abused.
"She's had it so hard too..! Her mother's a stuck-up prudish kind of bitch..! She told her own daughters to REJECT their desires, can you believe it?" Ginny moaned like she was suffering a significant loss, "They were even scared off masturbating! I can't imagine going a single night without flicking the bean... heheh, or getting my pussy pounded~! She's been suffering sooo much, Harry~! Her poor... neglected... pussy~!"
Ginny kept gasping in his ear, getting her 'bull' all riled up by describing all the dirty little secrets she'd learned about Astoria. She groped and squeezed his bulging cock, making sure it was nice'n'big. Primed for BREEDING.
All the while, she kept explaining how Astoria was already shaping up into a rebellious little slut, hiding sex toys in her dorm room, and learning from her fellow vipers all the tricks to pleasure her pussy better... even BEFORE Ginny sank her teeth in. Then she huffed hotly, taking great pleasure explaining how hot Astoria's first kiss was. How sweet she tasted. How desperately she rubbed her fat, amazing ass all over Ginny's lap while begging for more.
Harry gave her a growl of warning and a look that promised to have her face-down ass-up and leaking cum mere minutes from now if she kept pushing him.
Ginny raised her voice, just loud enough for their anxious little bedmate to hear, "Mmm, let's get started... shall we, stud💓?"
"Mhm." With just a slight response, Astoria's body tightened up in response. She became alert that it was indeed a man in the room. Someone she couldn't identify, no matter how hard she tried.
Astoria's hands rattled the chains as Ginny lowered herself down to her level, cupping the Slytherin's cheeks with her hands. Astoria's face flinched, and she tried to turn to face her, letting out muffled whimpers.
"Aww, look how cute she is, stud..." Ginny flashed him a smile as she stroked Astoria's cheeks with her thumbs and brushed her dark black hair out of her face, "Isn't she just the prettiest little princess? She's like a doll... with such fine, smooth skin..."
Ginny grinned perversely at him as her voice dipped lower, "Don't you just want to RUIN her 💕?"
"Mmpph..!" Astoria whimpered and squirmed.
Harry was working off his clothes, letting his trousers and belt hit the floor. His robes, undershirt, and Gryffindor tie were quick to follow. Then he climbed up on the bed and went between her legs.
Astoria let out a loud, muffled noise as his firm, masculine hands felt the supple flesh of her plush thighs. He could see the effect it had on her, how she trembled and pulled against the chains, head tilting toward the sensation of a man's hands on her body.