Enchanted Part 2 (Harry Potter/Amora the Enchantress) (Patreon)

A cloud formed in the otherwise blue sky, followed by a bolt of lightning striking the ground. A man came with the lightning, roaring furiously. “Amora! I’ve come to put a stop to your evil ways!”

Thor, god of thunder, broke through the wall to confront the wily Asgardian sorceress. She had hidden for over a year since attempting to take the life of his paramour out of jealousy. At the time, Amora escaped and disappeared. It was only recently that Thor sensed her power in Midgard again. Needless to say, he rushed to the defense of whatever mortal she might’ve ensnared in her plots.

Thor went directly through the wall of the house Amora was inside of, landing with sparks flying around his body in the middle of a rather nice kitchen. Very quickly, Thor’s righteous expression turned to confusion.

Amora the Enchantress was clearly standing in front of him. Her gorgeous looks and luxurious blond hair were both there. She was also dressed in an apron, standing beside a stool with a basket on it, inside which was a very pudgy and cute young baby.

Amora held her hands out, holding a kitchen knife and a slice of bread she had been spreading butter on.

“What evil ways? Making lunch?” Amora asked.

“You— You have stolen a baby!” Thor said. “Even for you, this is a new low!”

“I gave BIRTH to that baby,” Amora said. “She has a name. Meet Rose, Thor.”

The baby cooed at him. Thor could not resist waving back. A moment later, he looked scandalized again.

“You must be using your daughter as part of some plot. What do you seek this time, Amora?” Thor asked. “To rule Asgard? To cast out my father? Or to beguile me once more in some nefarious way?”

Amora sighed, setting down the knife and bread, placing them both on the edges of a plate that had sandwiches and mixed vegetables.

“I’ve no interest in Asgard anymore. Likewise, you need not worry about me anymore, Thor. You and your lover are safer,” she said. “I’ve found something better.”

A man entered from the other side of the room. Briefly, Thor considered the idea that this may be his brother in disguise, purely because he possessed a level of magical power that was immediately apparent, far more than Thor had seen in any mortal except for his friend Steven Strange.

“We seem to have one less wall,” the man observed. He didn’t seem very bothered; probably because a second later he pointed a wand at the rubble Thor created and repaired the damage. “You must be Thor! Amara told me plenty about you. I’ve seen some things on the news, too, of course. It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Harry, Harry Potter.”

Thor found himself shaking hands with the man almost absently. This was not at all what he was expecting to find.

“Want to stay for lunch?” Harry asked. “I’m not sure if you know, but Amora’s a wonderful cook. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind catching up with another Asgardian, either.”

“I… yes?” Thor said.

The four of them ate at the same table, with Rose being placed in a booster seat and given a healthy serving of mushy baby formula. Harry and Amora told Thor about how they met, fell in love, and decided to stay together. They were getting married that summer. When the meal was done, Thor found himself led to the front door and seen out, holding Mjolnir in one hand and a wedding invitation in the other one.

“Feel free to bring a plus one, if Jane wants to come,” Harry said. “It was lovely to meet you.”

“Goodbye, Thor,” Amora said, standing next to her fiancé with his arm over her shoulders.

The door closed softly. Thor stood there for a while, before eventually flying off, heading home.

He had a long flight across the Atlantic to try and understand what had just happened. 

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Amora let herself into their bedroom quietly. Coincidentally, it was the room where they first met. Harry was laying in the bed she first found him on. He was fully clothed this time and reading. When he saw her, he shut the book.

“I think that we left poor Thor quite confused,” Harry said.

“We told him nothing but the truth,” Amora said. 

“We left out the fact that we first met when you tried to suck me dry,” Harry said. “He wasn’t exactly wrong to expect some kind of plot out of you.”

“He WAS wrong. I’ve amended my ways,” Amora said.

“Only because you’ve been well trained.”

Amora shivered. She was wearing a loose linen shirt and tight pants, the shirt green and the pants black. Smirking, Harry waved his hand, revealing a collar around her neck that had previously been invisible.

“Rose?” Harry asked.

“Sleeping.” There was an excited whimper in Amora’s voice.

“Let’s see if you still remember the tricks you’ve been taught,” Harry said.

A leash formed, the handle in his grip and the other end latched onto the collar Amora was wearing. Harry gave it a tug and Amora obediently walked across the room. Her clothes shimmered and disappeared like mist at midday. Amora crawled onto the bed with her voluptuous body totally nude, her large perky tits hanging off her chest. She opened Harry’s fly and was soon sucking on his cock. 

“Urrrrrp! Urrrp! Urp!” 

Amora moved her head up and down. Her tongue was as magic as any of her spells, the way it flicked around teasing Harry’s member. She slid her head along his thick phallic pole, guzzling everything she could get her lips around. Amora even deepthroated him, displaying the skills of her immortal throat.

Harry watched his fiance’s hair glitter as her head rose and fell. He admired her tits swaying each time she gulped down his schlong. The view of her ass wasn’t bad either, by which he meant the big pale cheeks called out for him and demanded smacking. He was still holding a leash attached to her collar, which was the only thing she was wearing anywhere on her body.

The magical leash shortened. Using it, Harry slammed his hand down against the bed. Amora was pulled down, her face smashing against the meat of Harry’s crotch.

“HURK!”

Harry held her there, his dick stuffed down her throat in a way that didn’t let her breathe. Amora looked up at him, her eyes hazy yet thrilled. As an Asgardian, she could stay this way for much longer than any mortal. Harry took advantage and kept her there, gently stroking her bright blond hair.

Eventually, he let the leash go. Amora jerked up, gaining breath, before her collar drew tight again. This time, her mouth was frozen in position poised above Harry’s tip. 

He smiled at her. A second later, he was thrusting. 

The leash made sure that Amora’s head wasn’t pushed too far backwards at any point. The thrusts kept cumming, relentlessly driving into Amora’s mouth. Her tits swung around. Harry grunted, his smile growing.

Eventually his cock burst. It popped out of Amora’s mouth, as hard as ever and covered in shiny spit. Cum bubbled from Amora’s lips, running down on her tits. She took a few deep breaths, then looked hornily into Harry’s eyes.

“Rose sleeps for an hour,” she said. “We have thirty more minutes, Honey.”

Harry could hardly resist an invitation like that. Following a flurry that involved kissing, groping, a few neck bites, and a lot of stripping on Harry’s part, Amora got her head down on the pillows of the bed while Harry positioned himself behind her. He was still holding the leash. The ass that had called out to him earlier was now easily within reach; he smacked the shit out of it with his palm.

“My love!” Amora gasped. “We are running out of TIME!”

At one point, after their unusual relationship first began, they had taken advantage of her goddess physiology and Harry’s access to some wonderful potions in order to have marathon sex streaks. At one point, they fucked for more than twenty eight hours, drinking water as they went and taking their meals off of each other’s naked bodies. It had been at some point during this time that Amora’s devotion to Harry completely solidified. It probably isn’t surprising that this is when they conceived their daughter, too. Birth control hadn’t exactly been a priority.

Now, their fucks had to be sprints instead of marathons. Sprints by THEIR standards. While thirty minutes might seem a long time, when you’re balls deep in a goddess it can feel extremely short indeed.

Harry smashed his dick into Amora’s cunt. The ribs of his dick scraped against Amora’s wet folds. He spanked her again and now that his dick was inside her, Amora saw nothing to complain about.

“Ram me! Fill me! You big, big dicked magician!” Amora squealed. “You handsome, HUNG mortal man!”

Usually it was the one HOLDING the leash who gave the orders. Harry found these ones agreeable enough that he didn’t kick up a fuss.

Instead, he pushed Amora deeper into the pillows, ramming her harder. She bit down on fabric. Her fierce grunts would have penetrated through the whole house without the very elaborate muffling magic worked on their bedroom. Just because they had to be quick didn’t mean they wanted to be quiet as well.

Harry’s back was straight as he jerked his hips back and forth. He found a quick, even cadence for his breathing. Drilling Amora’s pussy at this speed was a workout. Luckily, he’d always been able to find an extra second wind when he had to, be it on the quidditch pitch or in the bedroom. 

“You’re better than a god! Better than any man who ever lived! FUCK Harry, I can’t— AHHH!” 

Amora squealed into the pillow as the waterworks began inside of her cunt. Harry felt it and didn’t slow down. The minutes ticked by on the clock on the wall. Thirty minutes shrunk to twenty, then ten, then five.

Harry was breathing raggedly now. Amora had gone from dirty talk to just moaning, her face rammed flat down in one of the pillows. There were handprints across her big immortal cheeks, standing out with their bright pink coloration.

Growling, Harry poured his load across Amora’s womb. It would not be long until Rose had company on the way, he thought. Amora disdained mortal fads such as “condoms” or “pulling out”. As for Harry, well, he had seen it work well enough for the Weasleys. A big family didn’t sound so bad to an orphan.

That was what he was picturing, a bigger house filled with kids running and playing and chatting, when he pulled his dick out and watched excess cum pour out of his wife’s pretty, pink little pussy.

“See something that you like?” Amora purred.

She was looking back at him in a wonderful way. Harry replied by giving the leash a tug, letting it and the collar disappear as soon as he’d done so. 

Amora was dragged up and spun around, her body suddenly pressing into Harry’s. He grabbed her ass with both hands, biting her neck. She let out a delightful giggle. He worked his way down, biting her breasts.

“Stop. Stop!” she protested, laughing. “You are going to excite us both, and we don’t have time!”

Reluctantly, slowly, Harry acquiesced. The entire time, his cum dripped out of Amora, landing on the bed one drop at a time.