Maternity Leave Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Slight change. I switched the Herbology Professor from Hannah to Susan. Hannah will be included in a different role later on.

Ever since his youth with the Dursleys, Harry had been an early riser.

Although the source of the skill was sour, being awoken for menial labor like cooking a family’s breakfast at an age when he should’ve been playing with toys, Harry couldn't deny that the habit had served him well throughout his life.

Case in point, at an hour when his dear friend Ron would have been cursing and stumbling trying to get out of bed, Harry was able to calmly and confidently stroll across the grounds of Hogwarts toward the greenhouse.

It was admittedly not an area of the school he visited very often, not since the days when he had been attending Herbology lessons under the tutelage of Professor Sprout.

Since then, the matronly Hufflepuff head of house had entered a very well earned retirement. Her replacement greeted Harry outside the glass building, waving cheerfully to him, with the side effect of causing her immense baggage to jiggle.

Not physical baggage; this was baggage that Susan Bones had been carrying ever since their sixth year, and which she was helpless to put down. Breasts like these ones ensured she was always getting a back workout. 

“Harry! I can’t thank you enough for helping me with this on your day off,” Susan said.

“Don’t think anything of it,” Harry said graciously. “My Sunday isn’t so important that I can’t help a friend.”

Susan’s smile grew slightly, enjoying the way he referred to her as a friend, rather than just a coworker. It was true, of course. She’d been one of the DA’s staunchest members, joining the resistance within Hogwarts and fighting at the final battle. The woman Harry saw trading curses with Death Eaters would’ve seemed like a completely different person to Susan’s students, if they could see how fierce she looked on that day.

Usually, she was gentle, always carrying a soft touch. In fact the word soft was probably the best way to describe her. Not meek, never weak, but gentle. Susan was at her happiest when she could make others happy, guiding students to follow their dreams or encouraging friends to help them get through their struggles. It was really only right that Harry came to her aid now, when she was finally the one in need.

“You said something about having to sow seeds?” he said.

Uncharacteristically, Susan paused before answering. Perhaps she wasn’t used to being the one to receive help, always asking others what their troubles were.

“That’s right!” Susan said. “Yes, I need a very specific seed planted, and the only one who could help me was you.”

She looked at Harry intently, glancing over his whole body, especially around his handsome face.

“Lead the way,” Harry said, gesturing with his hands.

Susan did precisely that. 

Though he didn’t stare out of politeness, Harry noticed the sway of Susan’s hips. She was of a younger generation of witches and wizards, more in touch with Muggle customs. One of the things she thought nothing of was switching from loose robes to Muggle clothes when she needed to do work, including jeans that clearly displayed her tits weren’t the only thick thing about her.

“Right here!” Susan announced.

She had stopped next to a narrow bed; not a plant bed, but one for humans, like you might find in an infirmary. In fact, Susan might have borrowed it directly from the one in Hogwarts.

“Sit, sit!” Susan urged him. “Right here on the bed, if you will.”

Harry looked at her, noticing how she wasn’t meeting his eyes as she grabbed his hand, pulling him, urging him to get in position faster.

“What kind of seed will we be planting today?” Harry asked, tilting his head. “You still don’t seem to have told me.”

“A very valuable one! It requires delicate handling in order for it to take root. Precise preparations are needed.” Susan finally looked at Harry directly. “Close your eyes, if you would.”

Harry looked at her, leaning his head to the side, studying Susan’s expression. Then, with a mellow smirk, he shut his eyes.

Almost immediately, he could hear Susan moving around quickly, along with rustling sounds.

“What are you doing now?” Harry queried.

“Just unsheathing the tools!” Susan said. “We’re almost all ready now. There’s just one thing to get out…”

There was another pause. Then, Harry felt a touch on the front of his pants. They were unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down to his knees, underwear taken with him.

He could actually hear Susan pull in a breath and hold onto it, waiting, nervous about what his reaction would be. But Harry showed no signs of shock or surprise, and he absolutely wasn’t angry.

“Go on, Susan. Get the seed,” he said, still wearing the mellow smirk he’d developed.

With permission granted, Susan descended on him ravenously. She tossed her weight forward so fast that she clattered into the bed as she was getting onto her knees. Harry felt two shapes as big as watermelons gobble up his dick, pinning it in a fleshy kiln.

“We’ll be beginning the process now!” Susan announced, sounding the way she might when ordering students to begin swapping Mandrakes between pots.

This command was only for her, however. She followed it with absolute devotion, lifting those big melons up and dropping them, rapidly diving into the process of milking Harry’s dick.

“How long does it take to get a hold of the seed?” Harry asked, his voice playful.

“That depends on the skill of the herbologist in question,” Susan muttered. “I can usually complete this part in two minutes or less.”

Harry believed her. Susan Bones was not the type to lie, and it wasn’t only her “tools” that were incredible; Susan wielded her breasts the way a seasoned duelist would control their wand.

Her only mistake, if it could even be called such, was thinking that Harry was ordinary.

As the urge to release the contents of his balls swelled inside of Harry, he fought it down. As simple as that. Maintaining iron discipline over his body allowed him to even keep his expression the same.

“Any progress?” he asked, when Susan had elapsed fifteen furious minutes teasing him with her bust.

“N-None yet!” Susan said.

“Perhaps it will work if you talk to it,” Harry suggested.

Susan continued working her breasts against him, speeding up slightly.

“Talk how? Say what?” she said. 

“Beg,” Harry said.

There was a pause, during which Susan actually quit moving her breast for a moment.

When she started again, she went even faster, and spoke while she did it.

“Please…” Susan said. “Please give me the seed… I need it!”

Harry’s little smirk grew. “Where do you need it?”

“On my face!” Susan said. “Across my breasts! ALL OVER ME!”

The moment that she said it, Harry let go, allowing cum to flow through his member. Susan got exactly what she asked for, everything from her cleavage up to her forehead getting sprayed in thick white fluid. She got the seed she needed… Harry’s.

He cracked his eyes open, staring at the busty redheaded beauty covered in his cum. Susan noticed right away.

“I didn’t tell you to open your eyes!” she complained, hugging herself in a way that propped up her bust. “It’s embarrassing for you to look at me like this…”

Harry seized her shoulders. He got up, turned around, and placed Susan on the cot, all of this happening so fast that her tits flew around on her chest, launching bits of his semen off in different directions.

Harry’s dick flopped down on Susan’s hairy red crotch, the bottom resting against the upper edge of her vagina’s lips. Susan gasped as Harry planted his hand on her stomach, pressing her down in place.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about when showing off a sexy body like this,” Harry declared. “And it’s too early to get bashful. Our work isn’t anywhere close to finished.”

“R-Right,” Susan said. “You need to p-plant the seed.”

Smiling, Harry said: “You’re the Herbology Professor. Give me directions.”

Susan gulped.

“Take your huge, veiny, thick, throbbing dick…” Susan bit her lips as the adjectives flowed out of her. “And stab it right between my lips!” Harry moved his hips back, thrusted forward, and sent his dick sliding into her all the way to the womb.

Susan’s thighs jiggled. Her soft body sucked up all the power of Harry’s thrusts. He held the side of her legs, keeping them apart and watching her breasts wobble each time he thrusted.

“Great gaping Glandulosa!” Susan screamed.

“Calmly now, Professor Bones,” Harry said. “Talk me through what I need to be doing.”

While he talked his body kept moving, dragging his dick back and slamming it forward repeatedly, stretching Susan’s folds apart as he rearranged her guts.

“Exactly what you’re doing!” Susan gasped.

“Hmm. That’s not very specific,” Harry said, sliding his hand down along Susan’s supply belly flesh. “I think there’s always more I could be doing. Like this, for example.”

His thumb found Susan’s clit and pressed it like a button. He wiggled the joint, flicking Susan’s bean around, playing with the nerve bundle like a toy. When he swirled it in a circle, Susan screamed.

“Gushing Gillyweed!” Susan exclaimed, causing Harry to chuckle.

Even back in school, she’d always disliked cursing. But sometimes the need arose, where you really needed an expletive. Susan solved the problem by using plant names in place of foul language. Harry had heard her use them before when she dropped a pot on her toe or spilled food at dinner. They were funny then, but oddly arousing when he was hammering her pussy.

Susan tightened around his length, her body squeezing him with tremendous force that only slightly abated over time. She had cum on his cock.

“It seems like the seed is getting plenty of water,” Harry said.

“Mmmm… And it’s going to get more…” Susan moaned.

She was not finished climaxing. Harry easily, almost effortlessly, brought Susan to the point of cumming over and over. The busty woman grew so turned on that she bit down on her own breasts when it flew up and struck her face. Tightening her lips, Susan bit down and sucked off cum Harry had left there earlier. 

Seeing such a dirty act from a woman who was usually so innocent turned Harry on to no end. He was going to cum soon, whether he liked it or not.

“Susan,” Harry said.

The clarity of his voice cut through Susan’s pleasure-addled brain.

“Yes, Harry?” she gasped. 

“Where should the seed be planted?”

Her blue eyes turned as wide as dinner plates as she processed the question, even though Harry knew she’d had her answer ready since the moment she invited him here. It was only a matter of speaking it into reality.

“The seed goes where it will grow,” Susan said. “Where it will get all the nutrients it needs, and fulfill its purpose. It’s going to act as fertilizer… And the finished product is going to be the best thing in my life.”

Susan reached up, grabbing Harry’s shirt, as while he’d kicked off his pants he was still clothed from the waist up.

She pulled forward, dragging him down to look into her eyes.

“Pump your seed inside me,” Susan said, her voice thick.

Harry grinned. He pushed her legs forward, so that her thighs were parallel with her stomach and her legs were sticking up in the air. In that position, Harry brought his hips forward with every scrap of power he could muster. 

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! 

And then, a moment of silence.

The pause only ended when Susan moaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of Harry’s seed filling her up, searching through her pussy, breeding her with no remorse. Susan’s eyes rolled up in her skull.

“Fuuuuuck…” she moaned with a smile.

“That’s not very motherly language,” Harry joked.

Susan’s response was to free her legs from his grip, sneak them around his waist, and clench them, driving his dick deeper inside her again.

“That’s one load planted,” Susan declared. “We still have many more to go.”

Harry planted his body on top of her, beginning to thrust again.