The Witches World (Ch. 29) (Patreon)

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The Witches World 

Chapter 29

Harry heard someone knocking on the room door, and he called out, “Come in!” without even looking up. When he finally glanced over his shoulder, Rosmerta leaned against the doorframe in a way that showed off her long legs and her incredible curves. She wore a black nightie that barely hid anything, and she held a hotel ledger in one hand. She let her eyes travel over the room, and when Harry met her eyes, she grinned in a naughty way that made his cock twitch.

Rosmerta shut the door with her hip and strode into the room. The nightie was so short that it flashed her bare pussy, and the deep cut of the neckline showed off her massive, creamy tits. She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing them up even more. “You’re five minutes past checkout time, Harry,” she said in a throaty, amused voice. The room stank of sex, and Rosmerta took a deep, appreciative breath as she surveyed the scene in front of her.

The bed was a mess. Andromeda was face down on her stomach with her hands tangled in the sheets. Her body was glistening with sweat and arousal. Her tits were flattened against the mattress, but her ass was in the air, quivering. Harry was kneeling behind her, gripping her hips as he pounded her slutty pussy. Andromeda panted with every thrust, and the wet squelch of Harry’s cock stretching her tight hole filled the small room. There were wet stains on the sheets, and Rosie could smell the wet pussy and cum.

Rosmerta watched, enjoying the erotic show. Andromeda’s ass was exquisite. It was round, soft, and squishy in a way that Rosmerta found deeply erotic. Andromeda’s head was turned to the side, and her face was half covered by her hair. She was biting her lower lip and exhaling little moans every time Harry bottomed out inside her. Harry’s back muscles flexed with every thrust, and his abs were slick with sweat. He kept going, even with Rosmerta standing right there watching, and it only made her wetter.

“Five minutes past checkout and you still haven’t made her cum yet?” Rosmerta teased. “I thought you had more skill than that.”

Harry didn’t miss a beat, and neither did Andromeda. “I’m pacing myself,” he shot back. He grunted as he slammed forward, and Andromeda let out a low, wanton cry.

Rosmerta rolled her eyes but didn’t move. She clearly wanted to watch, and Harry wanted to give her a good show. He grabbed a handful of Andromeda’s dark hair and pulled gently, and Andromeda arched her back, pushing her ass up higher. Rosmerta’s nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric, and Harry saw the way her legs shifted restlessly.

“Oh!” Andromeda gasped. “Right there … Don’t stop!” She reached back blindly, trying to touch any bit of him. Harry did exactly as she requested and fucked her harder and faster, hitting her g-spot over and over. The bedframe creaked and rattled, and the headboard thumped against the wall. Rosmerta sat on a chair and spread her legs, letting the nightie ride up so that her bare pussy was visible. She slid a hand down and started to rub herself, not even pretending to be subtle.

The sight of Rosmerta blatantly getting off made Harry’s cock throb, and Andromeda noticed too. She moaned louder and lifted her face just enough to stare right at Rosmerta. “Is she … touching herself?” Andromeda gasped, and her voice trembled as she came close to the edge.

“She’s just enjoying the show,” Harry said through his masculine groans.

Rosmerta winked, and then blew a kiss at Andie. Harry slammed forward one last time, and Andromeda’s whole body tensed. She screamed into the sheets as she came. Her legs shook, and her ass rippled under his hands. Harry groaned and emptied his load inside her, and the heat and fullness made Andromeda shudder violently. He pulled out with a wet, obscene noise, and Andromeda collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard and shivering.

Harry wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, grinning at Rosmerta. “Do you want a turn?” he asked, waggling his cock in front of her. 

She laughed and said, “Not with her mess still on you, love.”

Andromeda whimpered as she rolled onto her side with a blissful smile, and Harry flopped backward onto the mattress with his arms splayed. His cock was still slick with cum and Andromeda’s pussy cream. Rosmerta set her ledger down and walked to the bed, letting her nightie slip off one shoulder. She then pulled the other side down until it puddled on the floor. 

Rosmerta stood at the foot of the bed naked, and she was glorious. Harry looked her up and down with undisguised hunger. She had the kind of body that any man would dream of. Her hips were wide and round. They were built for pleasure, childbearing, and everything in between. Her thighs were thick, smooth, and very feminine. Her legs were toned, and every curve was accentuated by the confidence with which she carried herself.

Her mound was completely bare. There was not a single hair or bit of stubble, and her outer lips glistened with arousal. She was already wet, and it shined in the dim light of the hotel room, catching Harry’s eye as she straddled the corner of the bed. Her pussy was tight, pink, and perfectly shaped, and her stomach was flat with the perfect amount of give to her flesh. 

But Rosmerta’s true power was higher up. Her breasts were enormous. They were larger than Andromeda’s, and far perkier. They hung heavy but somehow defied gravity. They were round and full, with areolas the size of galleons that were a shade darker than the pale skin surrounding them. Her nipples were already puckered, and the tips were fat, erect, and ready to be sucked. She cupped one in her hand and teased the crinkled tip, making her nipple stand out even more.

Her arms were soft and smooth, and Harry imagined the feeling of them wrapped tight around his neck as she rode his cock. Her shoulders sloped gently into her neck, and her collarbones were delicate and defined.

Her face was flushed, and she looked at Harry with a lustful smile. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t leaving until she got it. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and let her hands roam down her own body, lingering on her tits, her hips, and finally between her legs. She rubbed her wet lips with two fingers and moaned softly, letting Harry watch as she gathered her juices and then sucked it off her fingertips, winking at him when she did.

Andromeda, still lying on the bed, looked up and just gaped. “For heaven’s sake, Rosie, you’re going to make him pop.”

Rosmerta giggled. “I hope so,” she said, and she crawled onto the mattress. As she moved, Harry thought she was the personification of desire. Her wide ass jiggled, and her hanging tits swayed and clapped together. She positioned herself between Harry and Andromeda, then took a finger and traced a line from Andromeda’s lower back, down the crack of her ass, and onto her leaking slit. Andromeda shivered at the touch. Her pussy was still sensitive and raw. She then rolled over between Harry’s legs. Her eyes roved over his cock in open appreciation.

“Let me clean you up,” she said, and then bent down and wrapped her lips around the tip. Harry groaned and closed his eyes as Rosmerta sucked and slurped on him. Her tongue swirled over every inch, licking up the mess Andromeda left behind. She moaned around his shaft, loving the taste, and she bobbed her head until he was sparkling clean. Harry’s hips bucked when she took him all the way to the base, and he grabbed her hair, holding her there until his cock was throbbing again.

Rosmerta popped off and licked her lips, smiling. “That’s better,” she said, examining his clean, shiny cock. 

Rosmerta crawled over Harry and threw a leg over his hips and then, with a lewd roll of her pelvis, pressed the length of his cock against her soft, plush mound. Her pussy lips parted around him, and she dragged herself up and down his shaft, coating him in a warm, viscous glaze. She watched his face with a naughty smile, and Harry felt every nerve ending light up as her swollen lips glided all the way from the base to the tip and back again. Each time she reached the head, she circled it with her hips and ground her clit against the bottom of his head until she was so wet that every buck of her hips drew wet squelch from her hungry cunt.

She held him in place with the sheer strength of her shapely thighs and teased herself for a minute, stroking his cock with her pussy lips until the entire shaft glistened with her juices. Harry grabbed her hips and tried to thrust up, but she slapped his hands away, enjoying having complete control. Then, with a breathless giggle, she lifted up and repositioned his cock, holding it at the entrance as she slowly eased herself down onto the fat head.

It was like her pussy tried to swallow him whole, and she sank down in one slow, torturous drop that squeezed the air from Harry’s chest. The folds of her pussy lips stretched around him, and for a second there was so much pressure that he thought he’d explode. Rosmerta’s eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip as she worked her way down, taking inch after inch until she was impaled to the hilt. The room echoed with the wet, lewd smack as she bottomed out, and Harry stared up at her with a lustful gaze.

Rosmerta’s tits bounced and jiggled with every tiny movement, and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off them. They were enormous and impossibly round, and they swayed with each shudder of her body. When she started rolling her hips in a slow, grinding circle, her breasts bounced with a hypnotic rhythm, slapping lightly against her chest and brushing the undersides of her arms. Her pale skin flushed pink, and her nipples stood out thick and stiff, jutting out from her areolas that crinkled and darkened with arousal. Harry reached for them and cupped both tits in his hands, and they overflowed from his palms. He squeezed and kneaded to his heart’s content, and Rosmerta moaned and arched her back, pushing her chest forward so he could get a better grip.

She rode him like she had been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her thick thighs were wide apart, her knees were planted on either side of his hips, and her hands were braced on his chest. She bounced up and down, slamming her ass against his thighs and making the whole bed creak with every drop of her hips. Her tits soared and clapped together, and Harry found himself obsessed with the way they bounced and jiggled every time she landed on him. He squeezed them, tweaked her nipples with his fingers, and then smacked them gently together, watching them collide and then rebound with a heavy wobble. Rosmerta laughed, leaned forward, and dangled her tits over his face, and Harry caught one nipple in his mouth. He sucked it hard while she continued to grind on him.

The inside of her pussy squeezed him like a vice. She was hot, slick, and impossibly tight. Every time she went up and down, her muscles milked him, and he could feel her clenching and releasing, coaxing him closer to the edge. Rosmerta started to bounce faster, eager to cum all over his cock. Her ass smacked loudly against his thighs, and her lovely face twisted with pleasure.

“Bloody hell, Harry,” she gasped. “I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

He grinned up at her with a mouth still full of her nipple, and answered by grabbing her waist and helping her ride him even harder. Rosmerta’s head fell back, and her tits thrust out even more. Harry used one hand to keep squeezing and rolling her breast, while the other hand slid down and found her clit, rubbing it in time with her bouncing. She nearly screamed when he did, and her pussy clamped down so tight that Harry could barely breathe.

He could feel her getting close. Her thighs started to quiver, and her rhythm turned frantic. Harry smacked her ass and kept his eyes glued to the way her tits bounced up and down. The whole room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, pussy squelching, and Rosmerta’s uninhibited moans.

“Oh, god!” she groaned, and she picked up the pace until she was bouncing so fast that the headboard actually cracked the plaster on the wall. Harry let go of her tits and grabbed her waist with both hands, holding her steady as he thrust up into her. Her tits bounced wildly, and her beautiful round ass jiggled every time he smacked it. Rosmerta’s face twisted up in pleasure. Her full, pink lips were parted, and her eyes were glazed with lust. 

She cried out with an explosive orgasm, and her whole body locked up as her pussy gushed around his cock. She howled and threw her head back, and her tits jutted straight up. Her clenching, contracting pussy pulled him over the edge as well. He grunted and filled her with a hot rush of cum, and Rosmerta collapsed forward onto his chest. Her tits flattened against him as she panted and shuddered through her orgasm.

Harry gently caressed the soft skin of her back as he caught his breath. Then she giggled, sat up, and watched as his cock slid out of her, trailing their combined mess down his shaft and onto his thighs.

“You really know how to make a girl feel alive,” she said, and she planted a loud, smacking kiss on his lips.

Meanwhile, Andromeda had just recovered, and she rolled between Harry’s legs, took his cock into her mouth, and sucked him clean so she could have another go. It didn’t seem he would be leaving the rented room any time soon. 

The Witches World

Harry strutted down the corridor like a thoroughbred in mating season, and every girl in the castle seemed to sense it. He passed a group of Hufflepuffs, and they all squealed and giggled and pressed themselves into the stone wall to make room for him, even though there was already plenty of space. A blonde Ravenclaw caught his eye and offered a shy smile. He smiled back at her, and she nearly tripped over her own shoes. By the time he reached the Fat Lady, there was a small parade of girls trailing behind him.

The Gryffindor Common Room was as loud as always, and Harry strolled in like he owned the place. He did, in a way. His eyes swept across the room, and he saw Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil sitting together on the sofa, sipping pumpkin juice and whispering furiously about something. They stopped mid-sentence when they saw him and started fluffing their hair while sitting up straight. They arched their backs to get his attention. It certainly worked. He eyed the two pairs of perky tits hiding under their shirts. He grinned at them, and they both blushed and giggled. 

Angelina was the real showstopper. She was leaning over a chessboard with Alicia, but the moment she saw Harry, she abandoned the game and bounded across the rug, swaying her hips. Her skirt was incredibly short. With every step, she flashed some bare ass and naked, hairless pussy. She launched herself at him and threw her arms around his neck, and Harry caught her easily, spinning her around. Her long, toned legs clamped around his waist as she laughed and pressed her lips to his ear.

“Did you miss me, Harry?” she purred. Her breath was hot against his ear.

“I miss every minute you’re not grinding on me, Angie,” he teased, squeezing her ass. Her cheeks were round and perfect in his hands, and he spread them apart just to hear her gasp.

She nipped his earlobe and planted a deep kiss on his mouth. “Come up to my room later. I have a … present for you.”

He put her back down on the ground and gave her a playful smack on the bum, which jiggled from the contact. “Don’t make plans for tomorrow. I’ll need all night to unwrap you.”

Angelina giggled with delight and skipped back to her friends, looking back over her shoulder to blow him a kiss. The other girls in the room watched the exchange with open envy, and Harry relished it. There was something exciting about being the focus of so much attention, and he let it fuel him as he climbed the staircase to the girls’ dormitory.

He passed a few more girls on the way, and one dropped her book when she saw him. Another stopped mid-conversation and stared with an open mouth. Harry nodded at them, enjoying the way they flushed pink. He paused at the landing and checked his reflection in the window glass. He tried to smooth down his hair, but it was no use. His messy hair refused to be tamed. 

He climbed the last few steps, and when he reached the door to Hermione’s dorm, he knocked twice and then peeked inside. The room was warm and smelled faintly of perfume. Hermione sat at her desk, hunched over a mountain of books, but she turned at the sound of his arrival. Her brown eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed pink, but she smiled shyly and set her quill aside.

Harry stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. She stood up and straightened her skirt while her eyes roamed over his body with barely disguised hunger. There was something intoxicating about the way she tried to appear composed and studious while her whole body betrayed her.

“Hi,” she said. Her cheeks were pink, and she was starting to breathe heavily. “Did you need something?”

Harry leaned in, bracing one hand on the desk behind her so she was trapped between his arms. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo, and Hermione shuddered. Harry then placed his hand on her thigh and moved it under her skirt. Hermione gasped when his hand found the crotch of her delicate panties. “I think you know exactly what I need.”