Maternity Leave Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Harry warmly reminisced about his schooldays as he sat on the (generally uncomfortable) cot. There was a time when the hospital wing had been his home away from home within the school.

Fortunately, his visits were much more infrequent now, only occurring when he had to accompany a clumsy or unlucky student following some magical mishap… Or, once a year, when he had his physical. 

Curiously, when Harry had mentioned this annual physical to other members of the staff, they curiously had never done such a thing. Of course, Harry had NO idea why that could be. None at all.

“Did you wait long? I hope not. I’d hate to waste the chosen one’s time,” announced the Hogwarts matron.

Gone were the days of Poppy Pomfrey’s stern care, her fierce demeanor hiding a heart of gold. Lavender Brown was much more genial and outwardly pleasant… And not just her personality. Harry had heard whispers of male students, especially among the sixth and seventh years, faking injuries or cursing themselves on purpose to pay the hospital wing a visit. 

He couldn’t entirely blame them. Especially given the view he was getting.

Lavender entered the hospital wing, which was empty apart from Harry himself, wearing what was most like a Muggle nurse’s outfit… or at least the cosplay that a university student might wear to a party. 

She wore heels and socks that went all the way up to her thick thighs. Her build was only marginally slimmer than Susan Bones, though she was almost as stacked in all the same regards. Her current skirt was of the mini variety, ending well above her kneecaps, and Lavender’s tight white blouse had to stay unbuttoned at the top, leaving a whole lot of cleavage hanging out; if she’d tried to fasten the last three buttons, the pressure being exerted by her bust wouldn’t snapped them in a few seconds, sending them flying.

Her blond curls had been magnificently styled, as well as a fresh layer of lipstick having been applied, giving Harry a fairly decent idea of why he’d been made to wait so long. 

He smiled magnanimously. “No time wasted, Lav. You’re looking good.”

Lavender giggled. “Thank you… But it’s YOUR body we’re here to check, isn’t that right. We’ll get right into this. Shirt off.”

Harry lifted an eyebrow, but Lavender’s expression showed no signs of mischief.

He shrugged his robes off his shoulders, then dug his fingers under the hem of the shirt he wore underneath. Lifting, Harry easily dragged the clothing off his frame, exposing all the muscles underneath.

Lavender froze, staring, until Harry lifted an eyebrow, snapping her out of it.

“Yes, well… I’ll get started!” she said, the first signs of cracks showing in her composure. 

Her wand still hadn’t made an appearance when she approached Harry on the bed. Instead, she grabbed him with both of her hands, cupping her fingers around one of his broad biceps.

Lavender squeezed and stroked the muscles, staring at him like a plate of food she couldn’t wait to eat up. Her fingers slid down to his forearm, repeating the process, before jumping up to squeeze his shoulders.

“Strong,” she said. “Firm,” she added, a little hungrily. “You keep yourself in VERY excellent shape, Mr. Potter.”

“I find that doing so keeps plenty of people in my life happy, Miss Brown,” Harry said.

Her eyes flickered to his, batting her lashes.

“Is that so? I can imagine that,” Lavender said. “Hold still a bit longer…”

She groped the other side of his body exactly the same way, then worked down lower, dancing her fingers over his pecs and his abs. 

Suddenly Lavender leaned in, clamping her lips over one of his nipples. 

She tightened the suction of her lips, and Harry felt her tongue stroking his sensitive zone. Her teeth followed, biting in to the point of mild pain, before she leaned back, separating her mouth away while leaving a stinging in its wake.

Far from crying out or reacting badly, Harry just gave her an inquisitive look involving another raised brow. Lavender’s cheeks were flushed; as part of her makeup, she’d added a bit of blush. 

“You pass the taste test with flying colors,” Lavender reported as seriously as she could.

“Taste?” Harry asked.

“Yes. It’s very important to health,” Lavender insisted, moving on quickly. “Now, you seem to have a perfect bill of health. There’s really only one thing left to check.”

While speaking, Lavender reduced herself to her knees, her fingers moving quickly to Harry’s belt and pants as she began to loosen them. She quickly pulled his pants and underpants down in one rough motion, allowing what was within to burst out. 

Lavender took a blow to the face as a huge meaty scepter shot forward, colliding heavily with her forehead. Lavender scowled, though to the trained eye it was taking her a lot of effort not to look thrilled.

“This won’t do!” she declared.

“Oh?” Harry asked.

While speaking, Lavender wrapped one of her hands around his dick, stroking it up and down.

“You’re in grave, grave danger,” Lavender said. “Mr. Potter, do you understand how tremendously large this phallic instrument is?”

“I’ve been told things along those lines,” Harry said. “Usually in screaming tones while wrapped together in bed. They’re often followed by the words: ‘Don’t stop’.”.

Lavender blushed a little more. She wasn’t so prudish as to be put off by Harry’s dirty teasing, but it was definitely activating memories that she cherished.

“You’re at risk of losing blood,” she announced. “If this huge thing stays full for too long, it’ll suck the rest of your body dry. That’s how it works.”

“Oh, no. What can be done, matron?” Harry asked. 

“Well… We’ll just have to reduce its size, won’t we?” Lavender said. “Don’t fear, Professor Potter. I’ve trained extensively to handle this exact problem.”

The time for words ended as Lavender unhinged her jaw, stretching her mouth like a snake taking its meal, and slid her face forward to engulf Harry inside her throat. He groaned, squeezing the edge of the hospital bed he was sitting on.

Lavender Brown had one of the best mouths Harry had ever had the pleasure of sticking his dick in, and she had worked to get it. No genetic veela tricks like Fleur, none of the tone shifting maneuvers that Metamorphmagi like Tonks could employ. Lavender had worked through her gag reflex with fruits and veggies, learning all the best ways to move her tongue through gradual improvements.

Harry looked down on her, staring at her pretty face and cleavage as she caved her cheeks in, slurping with the strength of three sluts. Lav placed her hands on his knees to support herself as she sucked. The sound of her throat stretching filled the whole room.

When she leaned forward, her tits would press down against the edge of the hospital bed. When she leaned back, they’d spring back into shape with a lovely visual bounce. Lavender looked at Harry’s eyes, her brown pupils glittering. Harry touched the side of her head, cradling it and feeling her delicate hair beneath his touch.

Lavender’s concave cheeks pulled back a few more times before his load was delivered. Lavender’s eyelids fluttered, but otherwise there was no outward sign of his orgasm; all the cum that was offered was swallowed dutifully without a drop spilling from her lips.

“Pwah!” Lavender leaned back, breathing heavily, though her features were remarkably perfect for just having deepthroated Harry’s whole dick; her eyes hadn’t even watered.

“Now the treatment is well underway!” she bragged. “How do you feel? Has the swelling been reduced at all?”

“Not an inch,” Harry said. “In fact, I feel like I could go ten more times.”

Lavender shivered from head to toe, followed by a very visible gulp as she considered that.

“L-Let’s get started on that,” she said, her composure showing its first cracks as she pondered what was about to be done to her.

She was given no more time to think it over as Harry rapidly hauled her onto the bed. He stood up just long enough to kick his pants the rest of the way off, then he’d descended on her.

Lavender squealed, gasped, and arched her back as she was set upon like prey under the jaws of a wolf. Harry seized the neck of her slutty little blouse and yanked it. The already strained shirt popped like a balloon, sending buttons flying around. Lavender squealed, her tits revealed, braless and tipped with stiff sharp nipples

Remembering what Lavender had started his physical with, Harry stretched his neck down and bit her fat marshmallowy tits, sinking his teeth. He pulled up with his jaws tightened more than Lavender’s had been, pulling her whole breast up until it distended. He switched to the other one straight after, going back and forth a few times. Meanwhile, Harry jammed his hand under her miniskirt, discovering that Lavender had foregone panties too.

When he made the discovery, Harry separated his mouth from her chest and smirked at her. “It’s almost like Hogwarts’s innocent matron expected this to happen,” he said.

“I just came prepared for the worst,” Lavender said innocently.

“The worst?” Harry asked, digging his fingers deep in her cunt at the same time.

“Yes!” Lavender gasped, and whether she was reacting to his fingers or answering his question, it was impossible to tell. When she focused on him again, her eyes were glinting. “So do your worst,” she urged him, developing a smirk.

The smug smile didn’t last long as Harry started fingering her in earnest. He reached his fingers inside her right up to the knuckle, digging them around almost frighteningly deep, striking her best places without hesitation or mercy.

Lavender squealed, moaning so violently that her big jiggly tits quivered. She grabbed Harry’s forearm, though not to get him to stop. She groped the forearm that she had checked near the start of his “physical” and felt the tendons in his arm shifting in order to drive his fingers deeper.

Lavender clamped her thighs down from either direction, though they were so soft that Harry never struggled to move his hand between them, easily molding fatty flesh around his hand in order to do his work. 

It didn’t take long for him to make Lavender cum. It happened when he delivered a sharp pinch to her clit before yanking his hand away.

Lavender’s lower body tensed, and with her feet flat on the bed she lifted her crotch up as her muscles flexed. Her skirt flopped up over her waste, exposing her hairy pussy. She shot a stream like a fountain, howling, and when her muscles relaxed they completely gave out, leaving her looking utterly limp below the waist. 

Harry moved her body roughly but not unkindly, flipping her onto her stomach. He dragged her skirt down and off her legs. Next, he removed her shirt, taking it off one sleeve at a time. Soon Lavender was naked except for her thigh high socks and heeled shoes, which remained on as Harry flipped her onto her back again.

Lavender looked up at him, coming out a trance induced by her powerful orgasm. There was a wet spot on the bed’s mattress where she had squirted, and another smaller one below where her crotch was, formed by the juices that had dripped off Harry’s knuckle while he worked.

Harry brought the dirty hand to his mouth, licking the skin clean, and before Lavender could do more than gawk at the sight, he had thrust his dick inside of her.

“AHH! F-Fuck!” Lavender squealed.

Harry’s dick opened her up in a way other men simply couldn’t accomplish. His girth—and the skill he wielded it with—had him easily impacting her cervix on every thrust. The brutally good fingering he’d delivered proved a necessity, rather than a mere bonus, just to make his whole dick actually fit inside.

Lavender grabbed the metal bedframe on either side of the bed, gasping as her body rocked while she was fucked. “AH! AH!”

Harry tilted his weight forward, mating pressing Lavender’s pussy until he was deep in her guts. Her sock clad legs swung in the air, sticking straight up, tipped by the heeled shoes she’d showed up to this slutty appointment wearing.

As he fucked her, Harry felt Lavender’s cunt gush around his dick, her folds trembling almost as badly as her chest was while she sucked in air. She refused to close her eyes, staring up at Harry. He made eye contact before descending on her tits and savaging them with his teeth.

“You’re a beast!” Lavender squealed, followed by a peal of breathless laughter. 

Harry grunted while he bit, sucked, and licked her breasts, covering them in marks and drawing pleasure from their utter softness. 

He did eventually leave them alone, only after Lavender had cum another half dozen times and her throat was going hoarse from all the screaming she was doing, telling him to go harder, not to stop, or expressing her pleasure entirely without words. Her jaw still moved now, but half the time no sound came out, and the other half it was softer moans or outright whimpers that she offered.

Her feet were still trapped in the air. Her tits still rolled around every time Harry clapped his cock into her; though now they were decorated beautifully with tokens of his love. He looked down on her until finally, more than fifteen thrusts after he left her breasts alone, he sensed her attention back on him again. 

“As the matron, I’d imagine you’re privy to a lot of personal details about female staff members,” Harry said.

Finding words too difficult to muster, Lavender settled for nodding at him.

“I imagine they would come to you when they needed certain things. Especially to do with changes their body might be experiencing,” he said.

Lavender’s eyes glimmered. She nodded again.

“Which means that you know,” Harry said, and because it was true, there was no need to specify what he was talking about. He knew Lav understood. “The question is…”

Harry leaned over Lavender, staring down into her eyes.

“...Do you want this?”

She started to nod, stopped herself, and mustered her vanishing voice.

“YES!” Lavender screamed.

Harry’s simple smile set her heart aflame and made her cunt squeeze even tighter. He held one arm out to the side, summoning a potion from the other side of the room.

The liquid inside the bottle was a bright pink, identical to the one Daphne downed in the middle of his office awfully recently. 

Smiling, Harry put the rim to Lavender’s lips, sliding his other hand behind her head and easing it up to help her swallow. With his stationary dick still stretching out her folds, he made sure the entire fertility potion had been gulped down, then haphazardly threw the empty bottle over his shoulder where it broke on the floor.

He and Lavender stared at each other… Until Harry started thrusting again. Redoubling the power in his thrusts.

“Harry!” she squealed.

“Lavender!” he grunted.

“HARRY!” her voice grew into a scream.

“LAV!” he growled loudly.

His dick fired a full chamber in one spurt, lathering her womb in his semen. As Lav felt it all swimming into her core, her eyes unfocused. The hands she’d had grabbing the bedframe fell loosely onto the mattress. Harry kept going, though. He’s promised her at least eight more orgasms of his own, and Harry Potter was a man of his word.

Much later, Harry finally dragged his dick out of her insides. He looked down at it, floppy and limp, before raising his head with a smile.

“We did it,” he said dryly. “My life has been saved.”

Unfortunately, the matron couldn’t hear him. Lavender was on her back with her legs flat, knees pointing out in opposite directions, her whole body completely limp. With his semen still poured out of his pussy, her breasts and neck all marked with splotch patches left by his teeth, she was out cold.

Such a self-sacrificing woman she was.