King Harry… the first of his name. (Patreon)

Hello everyone.

Here is a piece of writing that I intend to make into a comic once I have a good enough window to begin it.

This is just the first of many. And I will make them as intertwined as humanly possible.

I have long wanted to make a HP inspired comic, but I needed to make it into something that I could make without any issues about its origin. Sure Harry Potter is a story told before, so I needed to make one I could tell. A story that would be interesting, not just for you, but also for me. So I have decided one where Harry is the secret heir to the Magical throne of the wizarding world of England.

I hope you will enjoy it, and please note that I am not a native English speaker or writer, so there is gonna be some mistakes here and there. But in the hope that you’ll enjoy it.

Yours truly

Hammer

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Harry was sitting in his home at Grimmauld Place 12. He was alone, which was common these days. 

The order’s members were constantly on the move, and Harry was constantly kept in the shadows. 

It had been several weeks since the great announcement… and boy had it been horrible…

Only occasionally did some members come by. They stayed a while, then they were served some food and then they were off again. 

Harry was relieved to be out the house of Privett Drive 4, but he kinda sorta missed his step Aunt Petunia. Sure she was a difficult woman to be around, but that fantastic ass made up for all of it. 

He had written to her many times over the last few months, and she had also answered him. 

    He had even asked her for some pornographic pictures of herself, and in the first responses she had sent, she had been very firm and very strict that she would never do any of that. 

But… as he kept pleading in the letters, she apparently finally relented, and in his latest letter from her, there were some really saucy images of Petunia's tits, one of her naked ass, and even one where she fingered her own pussy. 

Harry had not wasted time, but had instantly placed the pictures in the correct magical liquid that made the images come to life. And soon, Petunia was making her tits jump in one picture, twerking her ass in another, and spraying her cum all over in the third picture. 

Harry wrote back and thanked her many times and also sent back a picture of his own penis as a reward to her. 

In the letter that answered that, Petunia made it no secret that she was NOT pleased with the image, and that he better NOT do that again!

Harry knew Petunia well enough to know that she had probably masturbated all night to that picture. 

She was a real stuck up bitch, but in real life she loved having sex, and she and Harry were if not lovey dovey, then they were constantly horny when they were in each other’s presence. 

Harry missed her. Which said a lot about his loneliness. True, occasionally a female member of the order came along and relieved him of this “loneliness” but that was like rain in the Sahara - not enough to make a change. 

Harry got more than enough mail though. 

As secret Grimmauld Place was, the postal system of the magical community was not being stopped. Those Owles found their man, no matter what. 

He got letters from a number of girls. First and foremost, Hermione Granger. She wrote 2 times a day, and she included naked pictures in each one. 

Then there was Fleur Delacour who also wrote almost twice a day. She didn’t just send pictures. Nope, she also sent underwear to him. Freshly worn, she wrote. Harry always took a long sniff and the sweet scent of Fleur’s Veela pussy filled his brain with a blissful fog. 

The other who wrote diligently was Professor Minerva McGonnagall. While she didn’t send him underwear or pictures, she was by far the one who felt most encouraging. She was strict, sure, but she was by no means unjust or unkind. She was also the one who came to Grimmauld place the most. And hers and Harry’s action in the bed every time she arrived was amazing. 

Then there was Molly Weasley who not only wrote to him, but also sent tons and tons of her delicious food through the fireplace. The food magically flew through the fire and placed itself on the table. Harry thanked Molly for this, both in his letters and in the silence of his mind. 

He also got letters from girls he kinda sorta didn’t imagine would write to him. Including Lavender Brown, a fellow Gryffindorian and Parvati Patil, another Gryffindorian. Both had sent pictures of themselves naked. One even included both of them, flashing their tits and shaking them, and then kissing each other. 

Another girl he hadn’t expected to hear from was Susan Bones. A Hufflepuff from his year at Hogwarts University. She and he kinda had a thing going, but it was mainly a sexual relationship. Apparently it was deeper than he initially thought it to be. 

But alas, pictures and letters, however plentiful, are still just pictures and letters, and not the real thing. And for a young man, used to the real thing… the solitude at Grimmauld place, however necessary, becomes truly detrimental to one's own mental health. 

Harry was just about to get out of bed one day, as he heard the doorbell ring. He grunted and walked out of his bedroom and down to the entrance hall where the entire gallery of the Black Family was now screaming and yelling like a flock of banshees. Harry sent a flying spell right into the face of Sirius Black’s mom and she fell silent immediately, and instantly her chorus around her followed suit. 

Harry knew who was outside the door even before he opened it. Only one of the members of the order still rang the bell, despite being told a hundred times that they were not to do so, and just walk inside. 

Harry opened the door, and there stood; “Hi there, Tonks.”

Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, the pinkhaired metamorhpmagus. Her ears were still full of earrings all in gold and she was still dressed as a punker, or a person who was gonna play at a rock concert. And… her shirt was still… torn right around her nipples, showing her big and heavy duty piercings with golden weights in them. 

She was smiling at Harry and sticking out her tongue, showing him her piercing there. Also in gold. 

“Hi there Harry!” She said and walked right in. “How’s it hanging?”

She was unusually chippy. Tonks was usually a bright spot wherever she went, but she was even more happy right now. There was a certain skip in the way she walked. 

She walked right past Harry and into the hall. Looking up and down her ancestors in the paintings.

“Hope the family is treating you nice enough?” She said while looking at her own great grandmother. 

“I am not complaining…” Harry said. “At least not about them. What are you doing here, Tonks?”

“I was sent here.” Tonks said as she stood up and looked at Harry with a big bright smile. 

“The order thinks that all the solitude is a little bad for you, so… I’ve been sent to help you out with it.”

Harry lifted an eyebrow. 

“What mission did you botch?” Harry asked with a smirk. 

Tonks looked theatrically offended. 

“Why I never, Urgh! Harry, I have botched nothing! I just… well…” Tonks looked a little uncomfortable. 

“Well… let’s just say I Zagged when I should’ve Zigged, and… well… Sturgis was turned into a pig, and… we’re still trying to figure out how to turn him back…”

Harry shook his head. Tonks was a brilliant witch and an even better Auror, but… she was also clumsy. 

“So, you’re benched?” Harry asked. 

“Ah… Noooooooooo…” Tonks said very childlike, “I was just… put where my abilities are of a better use… and that is here… with you…”

Harry smiled, and walked into the kitchen down the hall. Tonks followed, and she was still skipping every step. 

“Do you want breakfast?” Harry asked. 

“Oooooh, nice,” Tonks said and as they said it, the fireplace lid up and out flew a number of dishes. Scrambled eggs, bacon and pickled herring, oatmeal, toast with butter and jam and baked beans. 

They sat around the table and began to eat together. Tonks used her metamorph abilities to turn her mouth into all sorts of variants. One was really funny. She could turn her mouth and nose into a duck bill and rap at him. 

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. 

Tonks laughed back and they had a ton of fun. 

Harry felt how the loneliness he had felt was evaporating. 

As they finished breakfast, the plates all flew up and back into the fireplace. 

“You’re living like a king here in your crib, Harry!” Tonks remarked as they walked into the hallway with the course toward the living room. 

“Maybe,” Harry said. “You’re sure you’re not angry that I got it in the inheritance and not you? I mean… You’re technically the real heir and…”

“What?” Tonks said as they sat down on the couch. “Just because I am related by blood to Sirius? No, Harry, just… Look at that wall…”

She pointed to the massive family tree that depicted the Black Family in a tapestry. 

“Right there, below Sirius… that’s my mom… and that was done basically the same week as Sirius was blasted on that thing. And please note, that I am not even on it… despite it having that little cunt to Draca Malfoy on it.”

Draca was Tonks’ cousin. Their mothers were sisters. Sirius was her first cousin once removed. 

Harry had seen the facial image of Draca on it, right after the image of her immensely beautiful mother, Narcissa. They both scowled at him. Right above Narcissa was a burned mark, not unlike that of a cigarette burn. But there was still a name: Andromeda Black. 

And right above it was another face that kept smiling madly at Harry: Bellatrix Black with a swirling tie to a man’s name, Rodolphus Lestrange. 

Harry had even studied the family tree in his solitude. 

And it was true, Tonks was not on the tapestry… the tapestry was the true depiction of bitterness. Tonks was blood, whether they wanted it or not. 

“This house is yours by all rights, Harry…” Tonks said with a smile. “And… who am I to take a house from his Majesty the King of Wizards?”

Tonks pulled out a newspaper. The magical newspaper the Daily Prophet. It had been several weeks since the declaration, but Harry had still not truly fathomed what it truly meant.

Harry felt a chill through his body. 

On the front page of the Prophet was a moving picture of Harry Potter, or as the Newspaper now called him, King Harry the First. Harry stood in a very regal position with the official crest of the Pendragon family in the background. The article was describing yet again the certainty of which it was that Harry was in fact the true King of the magical people in Britain and Normandy. 

Not too long ago the true lineage of the line of Merlin had been discovered. The ancient and Powerful Pendragon Bloodline had been revealed, and the studies had shown, that Harry, through his maternal bloodline, was in fact not a halfblood as he had once thought, but instead the sole living heir to the throne of Camelot, the ancient seat of magical power in Britain. 

Harry was the descendant of the first living magical kings in Europe. He was related to Merlin, Uther and Arthur… His mother… Lily Evans had been adopted, and she had been the daughter of an ancient bloodline… the powerful Pendragon bloodline. 

Harry had been declared the King of Wizards and the seat of Camelot was calling. Harry was the only living person who could find this ancient seat - the ancient castle that was hidden better than Hogwarts. Hogwarts was an open secret in comparison to Camelot, despite being raised around the same time. 

The Order had decided to hide Harry away until they could assess the situation. This was also the explanation to why Harry got all this mail from all these witches all over the country… and also outside the country. 

They were trying to earn his favor.

Even the reporter Rita Skeeter was curing favor with Harry. She too sent both her worn underwear and pictures of herself, daily. She even wrote intense and long side articles for witch magazines about Harry’s sexual prowess. She had sent Harry these Magazines that had front pages with his face. 

“He is not only hung like a king, he is impossible to tire down, says Rita to the reporter: ‘Oh whenever we are together he mounts me like I am just a brood mare. Not that he isn’t comforting or kind, but His Majesty knows what he wants and takes it from me every chance he gets.

The reporter then asked Rita if she plans on becoming a part of the before mentioned harem of the magical king. Rita answered; ‘While I would personally love it, I am of course gonna aim for a much higher position in His Majesty’s affection. I know there might be some competition, but I do not only have his King’s eye, I also have history with him. Say, I actually knew even back when I first interviewed His Majesty… you know, back when the King was still a jack ‘Rita winks at the reporter’ … that he was destined to do big things. Royal blood cannot be hidden. A dragon raised among lions is still a dragon.”

The article became more of the same. Praising Harry.

Harry sighed and leaned back on the couch. This had been a total nightmare.

Harry couldn’t even believe it. Him… the heir to Camelot. The True magical powerhouse of the British Isles. Even northern France was under his domain. 

Tonks looked at him with a teasing smile, and leaned in towards him. 

“How does it feel?” She whispered into his ear. “Suddenly being Royalty I mean…?”

She giggled and stuck her tongue into his ear and began to lick it. 

Harry sighed, but didn’t shake her off. They sat like that for a while. Tonks just kept sticking her tongue into his ear and licking it… almost like Hagrids dog Fang would do. 

Harry was contemplating his entire existence. It had been bad enough being the boy who lived and then the chosen one… now… he was also the King of Britain… at least the magical side of Britain, but… that was at least half the population so… it was still sizeable. 

“I don’t know…” Harry said to Tonks, who was still licking his ear. “I mean… It is a lot, and… I am happy to get to know even more about my family and… about my mom but… this… this I had not imagined.”

Tonks just kept licking his ear. He could hear her moan louder and louder. It was giving him an erection. 

“I am also… I don’t know… I guess I am just overwhelmed…”

Tonks was now holding onto his head, as she evidently tried to get her long tongue into his brain. She gently tilted his head to the right so she could get a better angle.

“I also… have no idea what it even means to be king and… evidently no one else knows either…”

Tonks just kept licking. 

“That means… I am basically back to square one…” He said as Tonks turned his head on the other side and began to lick his other ear. This meant he was basically talking into her big soft tits. 

“I am once again alone in having to figure out what it means to… well… behave and be alive in an environment unknown to me.” 

Tonks moaned louder, as if she by doing so, could remove the thoughts from his head and fill it with something else. 

Harry was still worried, but the fact that he had Tonks licking and moaning into his ear did give him a sense of normalcy. 

His hand fumbled and found the golden weight between her legs that was attached to her clit and pussylips. He grabbed it and gently pulled it. Tonks never wore underwear, and her pants were always so artfully torn it showed her pussy and ass, so it was just hanging in the free. 

Even when she was out walking around muggles. 

She used magic to hide herself from the muggles. She had cast a spell that worked on most muggles. That spell would show her always wearing proper pants. But it only worked on muggles who didn’t know magic existed. 

To muggles like Harry’s Petunia, it didn’t work. 

His hand soon warmed up the pure gold and that made Tonks giggle as she kept licking his ear. 

Harry smiled. 

“I guess it won’t be too bad… I mean…” Harry looked at Tonks who had taken a short break from licking his ear to cum. She was spraying, and some of it landed on Harry’s fingers. 

“Well… I’ll just have to live through it and try and figure it out as I go…”

Tonks continued to lick his ear now that she wasn’t cumming anymore. 

“I guess one truly only can try in such matters.”

Normally Harry would’ve jumped Tonks the moment he had seen her in the doorway. She was without a doubt one of the hottest witches he had ever known. Everything about her screamed; “SEX!”.

But as the situation of the world had drastically changed in a matter of weeks, he had his mind set on anything else than sex. 

Tonks licking his ears was clearly her showing him how displeased she was that they weren’t already having passionate sex in the home of her stuck-up ancestors and making the entire tapestry turn into a foul gaze of disapproval - like they usually did. 

     Harry usually couldn’t keep his hands off of Tonks when they were alone. She was a tad older than him, but that didn’t discourage either of them. She was too hot for it to even matter. He loved everything about her in truth. Her fun loving personality. Her devil may care attitude. Her fashion sense. Her ability to change her looks on a whim. And of course, the fact that she hated wearing clothes on her bottom half. 

And the licking of his ears had worked, Harry was finally erect and Tonks pulled out the big cock from his pants and dutifully began to suck it the way that only Tonks could. 

Lot’s of saliva and tons of gagging noises. Harry loved those gagging noises. Not that she couldn’t take him. Tonks was if not the best at blow jobs, then she was the second best. 

    In Harry’s mind Fleur Delacour was still the top best cock sucker he had ever tried. 

But where Fleur was simply sublime in her technique and elegance throughout, Tonks was an insatiable creature, feasting on him. 

They were each other’s opposites. Fleur had her sublime skill and dedicated passion, and not to mention her French natural skills. Tonks was a wild, furious lustful bitch let loose and tons of obnoxious noises.

    She was very loud. Sometimes she even seemed to make noises just to piss off Harry.

   Spit and drool everywhere and fast and quick motions. Trying to get Harry’s cock as far down her throat as it was even possible. Mad laughs as she resurfaced to get some air, and then right back down… as if she sought to drown herself in her own drool.

Harry didn’t disturb her when she was as now, going strong. He simply grabbed the golden weight and turned it around in his hand. Jerking it every now and again to make Tonks make that squally sound she always made. It was even more fun when her nose was pressed down against his balls. 

Every now and again, Harry would shove her head as far down over his cock as even possible, and watch her body jerk and struggle in a showful display that she was choking. But it was all for show. He knew exactly how much she could take.

Tonks came up for air once again. She kissed his cock a few times and allowed her long tongue to lick it. 

“Mmmmh, I don’t care if you are actually a pureblood… or a King, Harry…” Tonks said with a dreamy far off voice. 

“I love you, Harry… and I always will…”

Harry was completely baffled. For a moment he didn’t understand what he was hearing. Tonks had just declared that she loved him… that was new… 

    She had said tons of times that he was the best she had ever fucked, and that she loved his big fat cock, or that she loved that he made her cum… but… never that she actually… loved him… 

She had never said those words, and he had never said them to her either. He always kinda assumed that their relationship was built on how amazing they both were in bed. That they were sexually in tune that thus they simply allowed one to do to the other what the other wanted, and vice versa. 

He had no idea that she had gotten feelings for him. 

“Please…” Tonks continued as she once again began to breathe over his cock. “Let me be part of your Royal Harem at Camelot.”

To Harry this was a no brainer. 

“Well we…” He said feeling a little embarrassed. “First we have to locate Camelot… but… alright Tonks… if you are sure…”

Harry clenched the golden weight in his left hand. 

“You are hereby my woman and in my harem!” Harry proclaimed. He had no idea if it was the correct protocol or anything, but… he might as well claim his first harem woman. And Tonks was as good as it was gonna be.   

She was a fine and beautiful woman. He dropped the weight and let it dangle between her legs again. He slapped at it so it dangled, and this also made her squeal in pleasure. Then she came again, and once again sprayed it.  

He grabbed her torn and shredded pants and thus grabbed her big white buttocks. 

He was inspecting her ass. 

She smiled, not that he could see it. As he spread her buttocks apart to see her anal opening, he saw a part of the tattoo of his initials. The swooping ‘H’ that locked into the ‘P’ that had the shape of a lightning bolt. 

Tonks had gotten that tattoo a few years ago, and she had said that unless a ring is literally pierced into her body, then she is gonna drop it. Yep, she was that clumsy. This was a way better way for her to show Harry that she was serious about her being his property. 

Harry smiled. Simpler times. 

He stuck a finger into her asshole to inspect it. Still tight around the entrance he noted, and stuck it deeper inside of her. 

He leaned up and looked down at the utter mess Tonks was making down there. She was clearly in breeding mode, but Harry was not gonna let all that lubricant go to waste. 

With a firm grip in her long pink hair, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and left her gasping her air and moaning. 

He stood up, made Tonks spin on the couch and got behind her. He aligned his cock with her asshole, and jammed it right into her hole. Hard and with no mercy. Exactly how she liked it. 

The tearing of her pants were so on spot with her holes, that he didn’t even need to undress her - thus the tearing served its purpose. 

    Harry felt how the magic of her tight asshole sucked him in, like as if it was a dream. He showed his cock inside of her as long as he was, and finally, as he was balls deep inside of Tonks ass, he felt how the urge to fuck her up rose up in him like a beast waking up because it senses something. 

Tonks began to moan that loud obnoxious way that only Tonks could moan. As an old Hufflepuff, she was used to sex. 

And Harry was the best at sex with her. It was as if he just knew exactly how to fuck her the best way possible. 

He understood that she wasn’t into all the usual positions and all the mushy gunk that other people often want during sex. Sure, she likes kisses like everyone else, but she prefers to be brutally ravished and used and told what to do. 

And also, she prefers a tad of pain. A lover who makes it hurt a little to Tonks, is absolutely divine. 

Tonks and Harry fucked in the livingroom for quite a while and made a pretty mess of all the furniture. Somehow they got undressed, and for the remainder of that day, they walked around butt naked, much to the annoyance of the portraits of Tonks family on the walls. Then again, it kinda worked at shutting them off. Tonks strutting around naked seemed to make them silent as the grave. Harry loved the sounds she made when she walked. Her piercings dangled against each other, making it arousing just to have her walk.

Especially Sirius’ mother was looking disgusted at Tonks when she passed by, but that was the beauty of Tonks. She didn’t care. It was like pouring water on a goose. 

They made their way to the kitchen and here Harry asked Tonks if she was hungry. 

She said she could eat, and Harry asked the room for food. 

Suddenly a full course meal of French onion soup, roast beef and all the sides flew out of the fireplace and landed on the table. Plates, forks and knives all flew out of the cupboards and drawers and arranged itself. 

Tonks smiled and sat down as a bowl of soup was poured for her. A fresh baked baguette was being cut by a knife in sizable portions and flew over to Tonks and Harry. A bottle of wine had opened itself and poured its content into a pair of crystal glasses.

The glasses swirled the content around and oxidized it, and sat down next to the plates.

Harry and Tonks smiled at each other and dug in. 

Both were hungry after all that fucking earlier. The onion soup was fantastic. The Hogwarts kitchen elves couldn’t have made it better. 

The roast was even better. Perfect and delicious. It had not had a second more than it was to have. 

Then as a dessert, a gorgeous cheese cake flew into the room and began to cut itself into slices. Harry and Tonks ate it with pure delight on their faces. It was so good.   

When the meal was over, the plates and everything flew up and started cleaning itself over at the sink. 

Tonks looked at it marvelously. 

“Wow…” She said. “With such a house, I am not sure you even need a castle, Harry… or a woman for that matter.”

“I can’t fuck the house.” Harry said as he shrugged. Tonks kicked him under the table, but she was smiling. 

Harry gave an apology, and then his eyes wandered over her body again. And Tonks immediately noticed. She stood up and crawled onto the table so she was on all fours on it. She spun around so her ass was directly in Harry’s face. 

The incredible scent of her womanly openings hit Harry almost as hard as the sight of the beautiful part of her body. But the thing that really sealed the deal was the sight of her rings in her pussy. She had gotten two more since the last time they had met. These two were in the lips of her pussy. Both made seemingly out of gold. 

“Room for more desserts, Harry?” She asked as her dripping wet pussy lured him in with her intoxicating womanly smell. 

Harry only hesitated for a moment, and then he dug in and began to eat out her pussy. She tasted absolutely wonderful. Her taste kinda reminded him of Draca Malfoy… then again, they were cousins. Although looking at them they could be sisters. 

Harry enjoyed sticking his tongue into the richly folded pussy. He loved eating her out and he loved the feeling that his entire world began and ended with the sight of her magnificent ass. 

Tonks moaned, and gasped and let Harry feast on her as long as he wanted. 

Later, the two made their way to Harry’s bedroom. That was difficult, because in the kitchen Harry had mounted Tonks and he was now balls deep in her pussy. And Tonks pussy did not let go of a cock until it had been drained for sperm at least once. That meant Harry had to walk behind her, like they were some parody of a horse. It took coordination, and the stairs was a truly daunting task.

It didn’t help that Tonks stopped three times to cum as they climbed them, and Harry had to fuck her to keep going. 

In the end, Harry grabbed her under her knees, and lifted her up, so he carried her. She was heavy, but not the heaviest girl he had ever fucked or carried. 

Finally, they reached the floor of Harry’s bedroom, and then they made their way to the bed. And as they finally reached it, Harry and Tonks landed on the bed with a deep sigh, but… now they could first really and truly start to fuck and enjoy each other. 

Harry pulled and grabbed all the best parts of Tonks. Her hair, her tits, her piercings, and her buttocks. He also spanked them so hard that they turned as pink as her hair. 

It was absolutely fantastic. She was such a gorgeous woman. And her moans was so obnoxious and so full of foul language that Fleur would have flinched. And that says a lot, because Fleur was still a novice at English. 

The sex lasted all night. 

Harry and Tonks simply couldn’t get enough of each other. 

The next morning they were opening letters from all the witches that now knew that Harry was the King of the Magical England, and thus wanted to show off. 

Tonks and Harry were both naked and they were still connected. Harry’s cock was inside of Tonks’ pussy and she was helping open letters. They were in a sense spooning.

“Jackpot again,” Tonks said and pulled out a moving picture of a Witch in Dover who showed off a pretty magnificent rack, and a big fat ass. 

Harry took the picture and the witch in it smiled and swung her big hooters around so they clashed from side to side, and then she spun around so she could show off her big ass. 

“Ah, Clearice from Dover.” Harry said. 

“You know her?” Tonks teased. 

“Nope, but she sends a photo every single day.” Harry said. He smiled at Clearice. He was kinda wondering if she was serious about her offers. 

“She writes that she is willing to scrub floors at Camelot, if only to be close to you. And she will gladly do that naked… all she asks in return is to be used by the King of Wizards, and for him to enjoy her body.” Tonks read out loud from the letter. 

“What a charmer huh?”

Tonks handed Harry the picture, and Harry smiled. Clearice sure was one heck of a looker. Her tits were huge, and could possibly hide his big cock in between them. And that ass was a marvel. Harry made a mental note to go to Dover to visit her. She had written her address in every letter she sent. 

A pink letter caught Harry’s attention and when he opened it, he saw to his happiness a picture of Susan Bones, one of his fellow students at Hogwarts University of Magic. She had long had a crush on Harry, and he on her. They had sex sure, plenty of times, but… There was just something that kept Harry from asking for more, even though he wanted it. 

Susan was naked in the picture, safe her Hufflepuff tall socks and her short skirt that hid absolutely nothing.

“Ooooh, she is cute!” Tonks said as Harry showed her picture. Tonks looked at Susan for a good long while. Licking her lips. 

“I am sure she is a pleasure for her house.”

Harry opened another letter. This didn’t have a photo, but it did have a lipstick mark at the bottom in the form of a kiss. 

Tonks opened a letter that as very bulgy. 

Inside were a pair of underwear that was clearly used, and a photo of a witch in Denton wearing them. 

“Ooooh, this one I like.” Tonks took the underwear and sniffed them. “Oh that’s good stuff. This one is ovulating. Take a sniff, Harry.”

Harry did as she asked, and sniffed. He didn’t have Tonks' fine nose yet, but he sure could smell the inviting scent of a woman in the underwear. 

The picture showed a brunette with a nice figure, and a pretty face. She was wearing the undies in the picture and nothing else. 

“Hehehe, I like her. She is cute.” Tonks said and placed the letter down on the pile of opened letters. 

“And here is a confused one,” Harry said as he showed Tonks the content of another letter. 

“She both love me and can’t stand me as she is against the monarchy and is disgusted by the thought of having a Wizard King, but at the same time she has been on my side ever since the day Voldemort attacked my parents. She wants to keep supporting me, but doesn’t wanna support a corrupt system - hence why she is willing to carry my baby, but doesn’t wanna raise a child in an autocratic system of oppression… dayum she is all over the place.”

“She’s kinda hot though.” Tonks said, as she looked at the naked picture the witch of course had sent. 

A dark haired witch with big hooters and a big ass. She looked less like a witch and more like an influencer dressing up as a witch. 

And then there was a letter that Tonks held in her hands for a while. 

“Odd… I know that handwriting.” She said. She turned it around to see the name of the sender. 

“No sender name… that’s strange.”

“Most of these letters don’t have senders on the outside.” Harry said. “Many of these witches are all married. Open it.”

Tonks shrugged and opened the letter. Inside of it was a deeply and heartfelt confession to Harry that he was the dream catch of this woman. That she would gladly have twelve of his children and gladly be at his disposal at Camelot as a member of his royal harem. 

She wrote that she was from a very noble and pure line of witches and wizards. She had only recently become a widow, and was hoping to get into his good graces, hence why she also sent some pictures of herself. 

Tonks pulled out the pictures. At first she smiled, but then… she blushed. 

“MOM!?” She screamed and the woman in the pictures turned embarrassed and picked up her clothes and left the frame of the picture. 

Harry grabbed the picture and the woman in it sure was Andromeda. She waved at Harry when she now saw who it was who looked at her. She smiled and winked at him.

“OH GOD, Mom I can’t believe you!” Tonk said and sat up and thus she sat up on Harry. 

“Dad has only been dead for a year, and you are already out fishing!? And you call me a whore!?”

Tonks was screaming at one of the photos. The Andromeda in the photo she was holding didn’t look pleased with her tone. She couldn’t answer her, but with sign language she did manage to get a message across. 

“What do you mean you have the same urges as your next?!” Tonks yelled at the Photo. 

Harry was looking at the other picture of Andromeda. She was showing off her big lush breasts and biting her lip while doing so. She was indeed very beautiful. She looked just like her sisters. 

Narcissa was shiningly blonde, and Bellatrix had a wild black mane… Andromeda’s hair was long, brown and wavey. It was warm and graceful and encircled her gorgeous face like none of the other girls. Tonks looked like her, like Draca looked like Narcissa. 

Tonks placed the photo in the envelope again with a mad expression. 

“I will deal with you later, missy!” She snatched the photo Harry was looking at and gazed at it. 

“Oh for hell's sake, get your fingers out of there you little harlot!”

Then she placed the other photo in the envelope, closed it and placed it in the pile of opened letters. 

“Well… that just traumatized me…” She said with a sour expression. “And turned me on… wanna fuck?”

She looked back at Harry. And Harry nodded, and they began fucking. They took a break from the opening of letters and enjoyed their bodies again. 

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Tonks stayed with Harry for 4 days. Then she was called on duty again. She got a full days notice, so Harry and Tonk spent the entire fourth day fucking. From dusk till dawn, Harry’s cock didn’t leave Tonks’ body openings. 

And as she had to leave the in the morning on the fifth day, they kissed long and tenderly at the steps of the house. 

“I have a ton of things to do. Including breaking my lease on my apartment.” Tonks said while kissing Harry. 

“Kinda sorta have to move in here if I really am to be you harem wife from now on.”

She said she would make time as soon as possible. Until then… he just had to hang in there. 

One last kiss, and she was gone. 

And then… Harry was once again alone. 

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He was sitting in the livingroom alone, and was once again receiving a ton of mail by owl. He was going through the letters and was finding more and more photos of naked witches and also more and more thongs and other female underwear.

Clearice had written again, and she had sent more photos of herself. And a set of her used underwear. 

But what drew Harry’s attention was a letter signed by Fleur Delacour.

Fleur had written a long and passionate letter about her time away from Harry. How she missed him and thought about him every day. She was in England, working at Gringotts to perfectionate her English skills. 

But she truly missed him. 

Harry grabbed a pen and a piece of paper to write her back but… as he had finished… he remembered that for the moment… he couldn’t answer mail. 

He put the letter in a drawer and opened the rest of the many letters. 

Then… he walked to the kitchen to get a snack. But something caught his attention. The framed painting that usually housed Sirius Mother, was completely blank. That he had not seen before. Harry pondered as he looked over the dark green background that illustrated a drape and a chair in green and silver. 

Maybe Harry and Tonks had chased her off when they fucked in the hallway right in front of her. 

    Harry looked at the frame and finally noticed a name plate at the bottom frame. 

“Walburga Black.”

Harry had noticed that name on the tapestry in the living room. 

She had not been bad looking. Quite the opposite. Walburga had been a gorgeous looking woman. Like the rest of her family, looks seemed to be genuinely on the kinder side with the blacks. It was their personality that seemed to lack charm. Good to know that Tonks had that in spades. Probably from her mom. 

Harry shrugged and walked to the kitchen. He asked for a snack, and a snack he got. Freshly made sandwiches flew out on a plate and landed in front of him. Then came a big can of pumpkin juice and a big glass with ice cubes. 

Harry ate two sandwiches before he noticed the new thing in the kitchen…

    A door… a door in the middle of the big wall of the kitchen. He had never noticed that door before now. 

He was completely certain that that door had not been there the day before… As Harry swallowed the last of the second sandwich and grabbed for another, he stood up and walked over to inspect the door. 

It was a very conspicuous looking door. With the usual decor of the house, and the handle even looked like a curling snake in silver. 

Harry chewed on the sandwich as he weighed his options. The voice of his reasoning, that always sounded like his girlfriend Hermione told him to; “Ignore the door, Harry. Yes this house is yours, and yes it is your right to go anywhere you like, but remember what dangerous things we had to clear out when we first arrived here.”

Harry understood her caution, and he understood it would be wiser to wait and let one of the members of the order handle the house but… Harry’s curiosity was too big. 

He grabbed the handle and turned it downwards to open the door. And to his dread and pleasure… The door was unlocked and opened with an ominous sound. In front of him was a dark frame and a staircase that led down into the abyss. 

The voice of reason - Hermione again - screamed at him not to go down there alone, but Harry bushed her aside, and grabbed his wand. He spoke the words “Lumos!” And the wand casted a cold and bright light. And with the courage of a Gryffindor, Harry descended into the darkness. 

It was the basement of the house, but the staircase was so long in the darkness that it felt less like the distance of a floor, and more like the seven miles fall into hell. But finally, after 12 stairs, Harry landed on a stone floor. He swung his wand around, and increased the power of the light to see into the dark. And then… he noticed lamps on the walls. 

The house obeyed him on all the other floors. All he had to do was ask for light, and it would come. Maybe… just maybe… It would also work here. 

“Ahem… cast some light?!” He said out loud and… to his surprise, the room lit up in a neutral light. The walls were held in a dark green color, and inside of it were something he had not expected to see in this lifetime. 

Over by the far end of the wall, there was a section kept like an altar. There were decorations and… to Harry’s big surprise, a huge pile of gold coins stacked and kept in overflowing chests. There was a fortune in gold. 

But in the middle of it all, was a big crystal coffin… and inside of that… was a naked woman… 

Harry, who had seen his fair share of weird and wonderful things, never thought he would see this in the basement of Grimmauld Place 12… a Basilisk nest, yes… a Chimera hoarding gold, surely… but a naked woman in a crystal coffin on a mountain of gold…? Not if he had a thousand guesses would he have gotten that right. 

He slowly walked over, and looked down on the naked woman in the coffin. And… again… to his big surprise… he saw… that it was none other than Walburga Black. Sirius Mother. 

She looked like she was just sleeping. She was still as beautiful as ever. The painting did catch her beauty, but as she was often raging and screaming it was usually impossible to appreciate just how pretty she was. 

Harry however couldn’t help but look her over. Again… She was completely naked and Harry could enjoy the entirety of her gorgeous body. 

Harry understood where Sirius got his smashing good looks from. She was incredible to look at. 

Harry was completely baffled and… also very… confused… What should he do? 

A dead beauty in his basement… that just appeared right about now…? Harry wasn’t sure if even Dumbledore would have an answer for this particular situation. 

Harry… almost on instinct used his wand to touch the lid of the coffin. He instantly wished that he hadn’t. 

The Crystal Coffin disintegrated slowly… vanishing into thin air, the way only magical objects could do. 

He knew he had done something right… but… now the body of Walburga was simply out in the open, resting on a small platform risen above the gold around them. 

Harry again, had no idea what he was doing, or what he was to expect. Walburga rested still, and Harry had the idea that she was in fact not dead… 

Then… it kinda sorta hit him… The old fairytales all mentioned women, sleeping in a dead-like state, and then… awakened by a true love’s kiss.

Harry looked down at Walburga. 

To him it was a no brainer. She was absolutely stunning. But the painting of her had shown her a side of her that he truly hoped was an exaggeration of her personality. 

Harry kinda thought to himself… He had come this far. It would be cowardly to turn around now. 

Harry wet his lips, and moved up to the sleeping beauty. 

He realized she was in fact breathing. She was not dead. He then moved his mouth over hers, and… their lips touched. 

In a few seconds nothing happened. But then… Harry detected that her mouth opened, and that her tongue moved into his mouth. He moved his own tongue to meet hers and for a while, their tongues entangled in each other. She was awake. 

Harry opened his eyes, and he saw that her eyes opened as well. 

Then it happened. 

Her facial expression went from sleepy… to rage in an instant. 

Then Harry felt a smashing pain on the side of his face, and he fell back on the gold with a loud clashing of small pieces of metal. 

Walburga sat up on the platform she had been resting on and used the hand she had punched Harry with to wipe her face. 

“Of all the insufferable, upstart bastards…” She growled. “How the actual fuck do you dare to kiss a woman of the most noble and pure house of BLACK!?”

Harry shook his head and looked at Walburga who had swung her legs over the platform's edge and stared daggers at him. She was unbelievably gorgeous. He had never seen tits quite as giggly and lovely, and her body was like carved for sin. Her face had an angelic beauty to it… except of course for the angry and hateful expression on it. 

Her long black hair had the same slight curl as Sirius Black’s had, and her skin was almost milky white. 

Harry just couldn’t help himself. He just stared at her. That also seemed to anger her. She covered what little she could with her arms, and made an attempt to stand. But… she only got to take one step, and then, she fell face first onto the gold below her. 

It would’ve been a comical sight, if the situation hadn’t been so absurd. 

Harry just kinda looked at her, as Walburga shook her head and rubbed her face that had planted on the hard gold. 

“What the hell?” She looked back at her legs that had wobbled and given after. She then looked at Harry. 

“James Potter, what is the meaning of this?” She clearly snarled towards Harry. “How long did that idiot husband of mine leave me in that confounded thing?”   

Harry blinked. “James”… She had called him James.

“Uuuuh,” Harry said, blinking his eyes. This clearly annoyed Walburga as she tried to get up on her arms. She got into a position that was more comfortable, but she still struggled moving her legs. She could, but it cost her a lot of energy it seemed.  

“By Merlin's beard… it feels like I’ve been asleep for decades…” Walburga said. She looked up at Harry. 

“James, what is going on?!” She barked at Harry. “Where is my husband!? Is the war finally over?! Are the muggles here to claim our treasures…? And why are you looking at me like that?!”

Harry made a look at her, truly inviting bosom, and Walburga blushed and covered herself again. 

“Urgh… Gryffindorians…” She snarled. “Nothing but breeding in their minds…”

She once again struggled sitting up, as she had little to no strength and her arms had gone to cover her bosom again. 

Harry walked over to her, and knelt down in front of her. 

“Don’t you dare touch me, James!” She nearly screamed at him. 

“Lady!” Harry said. “Unless you wanna stay in this cold basement, you better let me help you!”

Walburga looked like he had slapped her. “How DARE you address me in that tone, James Potter!?”

Harry rolled his eyes. The painting was no exaggeration. She was just as insufferable in real life. 

Harry tried to get one arm under her knees, and one around her life to lift her up and carry her as a princess, but… Walburga, for some reason, struggled like a caught salmon, and fought Harry back. 

“Don’t you dare touch me, you lustful, filthy Gryffindorian!” She screamed at him. 

“I may be gorgeous, but I am a SLYTHERIN to the core, and you will not have my body that easily!”

In the end Harry had to contain her. 

He removed his belt and used it to tie her hands behind her back temporarily. 

He then grabbed her by her butt, and got it up on his shoulder, and carried her like a sack up the stairs. 

“James Potter, you filthy bastard!” She screamed up the staircase. “This is unheard of! I will make a complaint to the Ministry itself for your impudence! When I am done with you, you will be lower than the lowest house elf! You will be scrubbing public bathrooms in Aberdeen for the rest of your life!”

Harry kept rolling his eyes as he entered the kitchen and kept moving through the house. 

“What on earth?” Walburga said as she looked at the house that had fallen a lot from its days of glory. 

“What has happened to my house?!”

The house was clean, yes, but time had torn a good chunk out of the house’s splendor and grandiosity. 

Harry walked all the way up to his own bedroom, and with a grunt, he gently placed Walburga on the bed and undid the belt restraint on her hands. 

She rolled like a cat on the bed and looked at him with something else than her disdain. She looked completely baffled, and shocked. 

“What is going on!?” She said as she looked around. The bedroom looked the nicest, but clearly not how she remembered it. 

“James, what is going on!? Where is my husband!?”

Harry sat down on a chair right next to the bed. 

"Mrs. Black?" Harry said with a deep voice. “What year do you think this is?”

Walburga looked at Harry… perplexed and completely shocked. And then… the dawning realization happened to her. And Harry began to tell her the entire story. 

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At the height of the last Wizarding War, Walburga had ordered her husband to liberate her from the shame of having a son fighting in a war… and also from the general discomfort from the thing entirely, so she had ordered him to put her in a magical sleep that could only be broken by the kiss of whomever owned the house Grimmauld Place 12. 

That seemed to be reasonable, and she had been keen to get away from everything… little had she known… that just a few days after she had been enchanted, he had died. 

When she heard this she had looked both a little shocked and… a little sad. She may have called him useless to his face but… clearly there was something more than just disdain. 

Harry had informed her of what year this actually was, and… also that Harry was in fact not as she thought, James Potter, but his son, Harry Potter. 

Walburga had blinked and looked Harry over. 

“Yeah… now I see it… while you do look just like him, your eyes are what gives you away…” she said in a snobby tone. 

Harry smiled. 

“Well, this is a lot to take in.” Walburga said as she sat down on a couch in the bedroom. 

“Could you please inform my son Sirius that I am up, and that he can come out of hiding now?”

Harry felt a twinge of the old pain. He took a deep breath before he steeled himself for the truth. 

“Mrs. Black…” Harry began. “Your son… Sirius… he is dead…” 

Walburga’s eyes lid up in pure agonizing shock. She turned her gaze towards Harry and seemed to look for any indication that he was either lying or joking. When that failed, she began to shake her head. 

“No…” She said with all the pain a mother could muster. “No… No no no no, it can’t be…”

She was shaking all over her body. 

Harry was completely baffled. This reaction he… honestly hadn’t expected… not from her… not after all the tales that Sirius had told about her. 

She seemed to be fighting against tears. But Harry’s stern look of honesty and truth was keeping her close to the grim flame of reality. 

“My boy…” she said with a voice that sounded like a whisper; “Is dead…?”

She looked like she was passing through all the phases of grief in one minute… then she repeated it again. 

“So… that’s it…” She said with a hoarse sound. “Not only is the single last line of my family cut… for all eternity… but my son… my beautiful, handsome… reckless, foolhardy son… is gone…”

She seemed to sink in on herself. 

“There will be no… apologies… wept away in tears…” She said. “No acknowledgement on my part of how horrible a mother I was to him… no tearful prodigal son who returns to his mother’s embrace… He will never hear how much I truly cared for him… or how much I actually wanted him to find happiness wherever he went… That he was in my thoughts from the moment I conceived him…”

Harry saw them… and he even heard them… tears… 

Walburga was crying into her lap. 

She lifted her head and looked to the ceiling with eyes full of tears. 

“My house is in ruins…” She said. “Everything is lost… and I am to live the last of my days… a woman who’s lost everything…”

Harry felt a deep sense of sympathy with her. He was completely confused. This… this was the woman that Sirius had described as cold and heartless? She was not at all cold… nor heartless… perhaps she had just seemed that way. 

“Would you mind… leaving me alone for a time, Mr. Potter…?” Walburga said in a tone that described the purest and most determined form of pain. Sorrow of losing everything. 

Harry nodded. And then he stood up and left her. He closed the door to the bedroom, and as he walked to the stairs, he heard the loud whaling of a mother, who just realized she had lost her precious son. 

Harry took a deep breath, and walked downstairs. 

For a long while he sat in the living room and he heard the loud cries of pure pain from upstairs… muffled by walls and distance, but clear because of the silence in the house. 

He also heard loud clashes and slams, as if she was throwing with the stuff up there, but… that was to be expected. All that could be fixed, or replaced. What she had lost couldn’t. That is the sadness about life… it is so fragile… 

Harry walked to the kitchen and asked for dinner, and some to bring upstairs. Dinner came, and a plate on the side. The house had made delicious comfort food. As if it knew that pain was on the inside of the residence. 

Harry ate in silence. Only broken by the occasional whaling from upstairs. 

Then… a few hours later, there was silence. Harry took the plate with food, and some cold water in a glass, and brought it up on a tray. He knocked on the door, and entered it slowly. 

The room was dark, and he placed the tray on a mantle piece meant for it, and saw that Walburga was in the bed. She had made a number on the room, but nothing major.

Harry informed her that he had brought her food. He heard her cry, so she was still awake. 

He wanted to go and comfort her, but… he also knew that she wasn’t ready yet. 

That grief of this magnitude goes through several stages, before one is ready to mingle again. 

So… he left. 

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It was three days before Walburga was ready to come down. And when she did, she looked pale and broken. But she looked like she had been in a shower. She had fixed her hair in a classic bun that reminded Harry of Professor McGonnagall… she had cleaned up and she had even dressed up… if… you would call that… dressing up…

She was wearing a corset, and a sort of shirt over her arms… but her breasts were barely covered at all… and her lower half… was not covered at all… her butt and private parts were naked and she was only wearing net stockings and high heels, and looked as if this was completely normal.

Harry looked at her, and she looked at him, with a hint of her old arrogance.

“Good morning, Mrs. Black…” he said carefully. Walburga sighed deeply. As if she had to stiffen herself from such kind a tone. 

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes… Mr. Potter…” She said almost impatiently. “I am feeling… alright… as you say…”

She sat down on the couch in front of him. She was looking directly at him. Harry couldn’t tell if it was annoyance, anger or shame… perhaps a combination of the three. She looked around. 

“The magic of my house obeys you now, it seems… Mr. Potter.” She said as she looked over the tapestry. 

“My son… must’ve left it to you in his will…”

Harry nodded. 

“He did…” 

“I am impressed.” She said with clear indication that she was annoyed by being impressed. 

“The magic of the house was bound in ancient laws. Older than most would ever know. But Sirius knew exactly how to circumvent them. That is… amazing.”

Walburga closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 

“That probably means that my family vault at Gringotts is also yours now…”

She looked down on her hands in her lap. 

“Yes but…” Harry said with a little gulp. “I am sure if Sirius had known that you weren’t dead then… he wouldn’t have left you with nothing… and… I am sure that we can come to some form of an aggreement… I truly don’t need anymore gold…”

This seemed to annoy her immensely. 

“Mr. Potter!” She almost yelled. “I am NOT here to beg for your charity!” She took another deep breath. 

“I am just here… to assert my situation, and to weigh my options going forward.”

Harry nodded and sat in silence for a while. 

“I was born in this house…” She said finally. With a voice that reminiscended a kind and gentle woman. 

“I have lived my entire life in this house… I… I honestly cannot fathom that I am now homeless… without a penny to my name.”

Harry felt a twinge of sympathy again. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. She seemed like a woman who used be heard, and not listen. 

She took another deep breath. 

“Mr. Potter…” She began sounding like a business woman. “I would love to make a proposal.”

Harry sat up straight. 

“You are the owner of… this… house…” She said. She clearly wanted to say; “My house…” But had caught herself in it. 

“And… therefore, I am, technically, an illegitimate intruder on your property. And you are in your right to toss me to the curb, and never be bothered about me ever again…”

Harry was about to say something but Walburga lifted a hand to keep him silent. 

“But I would like to buy myself into your graces and prolong my stay in… your… house… Mr. Potter.”

She stood up from her couch, and walked over to Harry’s couch and sat down, directly next to him, so their bodies touched. 

“I hope that… there is space for your empathy and understanding in your heart over my situation, Mr. Potter… But again… I am not here to beg for charity… I am here to offer a bargain.”

“What… what sort of bargain?” Harry asked. 

“The oldest there is…” Walburga said. “I will offer you my hand in marriage, Mr. Potter… in exchange for staying in… your house…”

The words hang in a long silence afterwards. Then… Harry realized that Walburga expected him to say something, and he did. 

“Are you… proposing to me, Mrs. Black?” He said. 

This seemed to annoy her immensely, but she steeled herself. 

“Yes… I am…” She said with a cold tone. She didn’t look at Harry. She looked forward and focused on nothing. 

“I am proposing a marriage contract between us. A mutually beneficial contract. You own this house. I buy myself into staying in this house in exchange for sexual intercouse, promise of offspring and company for the rest of our lives… in exchange… I get to stay in my ancestral house.”

Harry almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Walburga Black, Sirius own mother. The woman whose painting had screamed insults at him for several months now. 

Was now asking for marriage…?

This was completely baffling. 

Harry looked her over again. 

There was no denying she was one of the hottest women he had ever seen. And that was saying something. 

There was a silence that Harry used to contemplate his options. For some reason he thought it would be rash to simply say yes… as much as he wanted to. 

“Mrs. Black…” He said with the deepest and most sincere voice he could muster given the situation. 

“I… I completely understand your situation is difficult to grasp. But please see things from my perspective as well. I… I am not saying no…”

Walburga finally looked at him. 

“I am… simply saying that I need time. But… in that time… please… do not hesitate to think of this house as your home. You are more than welcome here.”

Walburga blinked and for a moment Harry seemed to register a sense of relief in her gaze… but then she turned her gaze away from him. 

“Tsk…” She said with a mocking tone. “And here I thought Gryffindorians were to be considered determined and all set in their minds. How disappointing to realize they are just as indecisive as a smitten Hufflepuff.”  

She stood up from the couch and stood in front of Harry. Harry was in complete eye height with her cooch. She had a nice bush growing. 

“Are you really saying that you are not at all interested in this, Mr. Potter?” She looked a little annoyed. 

Harry tried not to look at her bush, but it was difficult. Very difficult. She smelled amazing… just as amazing as she looked. She had clearly made an effort to look irresistible. 

“I… I didn’t say I wasn’t interested…” Harry said trying to look her in the eyes instead of where she wanted him to look. 

“I mean… It was only a few days ago when I found you… and I literally kissed you, didn’t I?”

“And now you just wanna leave a poor woman without a penny to her name, destitute and alone in a cold and brutal world… in the midst of winter no less?”

She spun around and thus showed Harry her big plump buttocks. Merlin's balls… that was an ass to behold. Perfectly shaped… round and plump. Meant to be pounded brutally and hard. 

Harry had seldom seen anything more perfect. What was it about women of the House of Black…? How come they were pretty much all built like this??

“I am not leaving you… anywhere, Mrs. Black… I just told you, that you are more than welcome here.”

Walburga rolled her eyes. 

“The nerve… telling me I am welcome in the house of my ancestors…”

She spun around again. And looked at Harry. 

“What do I have to do to make you agree to the damn marriage contract, Mr. Potter!?” She asked plainly and annoyed. 

She noticed the bulge in Harry’s pants. She rolled her eyes, but not in annoyance. In realization and… also in… satisfaction. She still got it. 

“Maybe I am asking the wrong part of you to agree.” She said and knelt down between his legs. She began to unbutton his pants. Harry grabbed her hands and tried to make her stop, but it was no use. Harry’s cock sprung out of his pants, throbbing and ready to impale any woman in front of it. 

Walburga made big eyes when she saw the size of Harry’s big cock. 

The look of pure shock was kinda comical to Harry. 

“What in Salazar's name is that…?” She said with a twitch under her eye. She had clearly never seen anything the size of this. 

“It’s preposterous… Men are not usually that size!”

Harry looked a little strangely at her. 

“Well… I am obviously not usual then…”

“You are your fathers son, that is for sure…” Walburga said as she grabbed the cock in her hand. 

“What?” Harry said. “H-how would you know?”

“I saw it once…” She said. “James came for a sleep over, and I… I wanted to know if the rumors of the size of the male Potters were true…”

Harry closed his eyes and tried to suppress the image of Walburga checking out his father’s junk. She just made it a little harder to agree to any form of marriage with her. 

“A Gryffindorian is ruled by his cock…” she said all knowingly, and began to rub Harry’s cock with both hands.

“Soon… I will have you beg to be my husband…”

Harry clenched his teeth. Walburga was not bad, just… a little out of practice… and possibly not used to a man of his stature. 

She was however good enough to run his precum in a matter of minutes. 

“See…” She said with a smug tone. “As expected… all men are the same no matter their size.”

“That is just pre, Mrs. Black.” Harry said. “The real deal takes way longer to get here… and it has been a few days with no real action for me.”

“Oh yeah?” Walburga said, clearly taunted. She lifted out her breasts and Harry popped a little more precum at the sight of them. 

She lodged Harry’s cock in between them and began to move them up and down his shaft. 

This was more than Harry had bargained for. She placed the tip of his cock in her mouth and moved her tits up and down and squished them against his pulsating cock in a most enchanting rhythm. She moaned and gasped, but most of her sounds came out her nose as her mouth was busy working its own magic on his cock.

Harry for a while, just enjoyed the tit fucking. He truly loved it. 

But he kinda also wanted to be certain of a few details that Walburga had wandered over.

“So… if I am to agree with your marriage proposal, Mrs. Black… does that mean… you will become… Mrs. Potter then?”

Walburga released the tip of Harry’s cock from her mouth and took a few deep breaths. 

“Obviously,” She said with an annoyed tone. “What purebred wife wouldn’t take her husband's name?”   

She dove back over the cock, and tried to take him as deep as she could. 

Harry was beginning to get into the mood. He placed his hands on top of her head and started pressing her deeper and deeper down over his cock. In the end he ended standing up, and fucking not just Walburga’s face, but also her throat. 

Walburga was on her knees and clearly not as into the game as Harry. She seemed to resist in the first 40 seconds or so, but then allowed Harry to have his way, and thus began the longest throat fucking in Walburga’s life. 

This was something she had never tried before. Truth be told, her late husband, Orion Black had not been too well endowed. In fact, it had been a miracle they even had children. 

Harry fucked her throat as long as he could, and when it was finally cumming to an end, he roared that he was cumming, and with one last offer to Walburga of fresh air, he smashed her face against his abdomen and thus pressed his cock so far down her throat as humanly possible and came… he came in long pulsating thrusts and contractions of his junk. 

The huge amount of sperm literally entered directly into Walburga’s stomach and she jerked around a little, as she had never felt anything like it before, but… while she did struggle a little in the beginning, she also had the wildest orgasm in her entire life. 

When Harry finally delivered 3 days worth of pent up cum, he slowly pulled his cock from her throat and Walburga resurfaced with a huge gasp for air, and several coughs because of all the drool… 

She coughed on the floor, and after she had caught her breath she looked up at Harry with a stern and expectant look in her eyes. 

“You… you better fucking accept… my proposal… now… you filthy animal…”

She said with an almost hateful stare. 

“You’ve… turned me… into a Hufflepuff whore…”

Harry patted her head, and smiled at her. 

“A Hufflepuff whore, huh?” He said and grabbed her hair bun. She clenched her teeth and looked angrily at him. 

“You think we are all done? Ooooh nonono… This way… Mrs. Potter…”

Harry started walking towards the hall with the staircase, but he didn’t let Walburga stand… nope… he pulled her after him, holding a tight grip on her hair. Forcing her to crawl after him on all fours. 

Thus they got upstairs, until they were back in the bedroom. Harry practically tossed Walburga onto the bed, and she looked up at him, indignantly and wounded on her pride. 

“You… you dare…!?” Harry grabbed her by the feet and pulled her to the edge of the bed where he was standing and waiting. She screamed a little, but less of fright and more of excitement. 

She looked up at Harry with pure bewilderment in her eyes, but it was clear to all that she was excited. Her pussy was dripping wet. 

Harry smiled, and aligned his cock with her pussy. 

She was completely under Harry’s charm. She might be bound by more than her shock and awe. It might be her pure and simple need to maintain a certain standard of living, and that was what kept her in place. 

The laws of the wizards were very simple. A marriage was basically two magicians claiming they wanna be each other and the magic had basically unified them, but… the spell between them wasn’t casted yet. That… had to be done by a union of the flesh. 

Harry rubbed his cock up against Walburga’s pussy opening, and then, when completely sure she was drenched, he nudged the tip inside of her pussy. 

It was not easy, even if she was as wet and slippery as any other woman he had been with. 

She had clearly never had anything of his size. 

When the head finally bopped inside of her, she jerked and clenched her teeth. 

“OH… MY… FUCKING… GOD!” She snarled through her teeth when Harry pressed an inch deeper inside of her.

“Just… how… big… are… you…?!” 

Harry just smiled and kept irking his cock into her pussy. It was unbelievably tight.

But finally, he was balls deep inside of her pussy and Harry began to fuck her. 

It was not at all pretty, and it was in no way decent. It was a long, brutal and wild fuck that made Walburga scream and moan like wild Slyterhin whore. 

But Harry could not deny that her crazy pureblood pussy was a marvel to have wrapped around his cock. 

When he felt that her pussy was sufficiently expanded and adjusted to take his cock, he spun her around on all fours, so he could really enjoy the sight of her at the end of his rod. 

The big juicy ass from the most noble House of Black, slammed against his abdomen again and again with the wonderful sound of her flesh hitting his. 

Harry couldn’t help but enjoy the tightness of her cunt. It wrapped so magically around his cock. Harry honestly couldn’t believe that Sirius only ever had one brother. Harry was gonna mount Walburga as often as he could, and he would make a horde of children on her ass. 

Walburga seemed to enjoy doggy even more than missionary as well. She screamed even louder than before. 

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! HARDER, MR, POTTER! FUCK ME HARDER!”

Harry obeyed her, and began to ram his cock harder and faster into her soaking wet pussy. Thus causing her to scream even wilder and even louder. 

“I'VE NEVER BEEN FUCKED SO HARD OR GOOD IN MY LIFE!”

Harry was not in doubt. He remembered a moment when Sirius told him about his dad. Sirius had had many doubts that his dad even wanted to be married to his mother in the first place. 

Harry began slapping Walburga’s ass. Not to make her settle down or to make her scream a little less… but to get her to keep up this pace. 

“KEEP GOING! OH YES! OH FUCK I'M CUMMING OVER YOUR COCK MR. POTTER!”

Harry felt it. Her intensely tight cunt suddenly became even tighter. Gripping around his cock with the same fantastic strength that Tonks also had whenever she came. 

“Oooh, fuck Walburga… you’re amazing!” Harry exclaimed as he fought against the desire to pump her cunt full of his sperm. 

“CALL ME MRS. POTTER, MR. POTTER!” Walburga screamed out as an answer. 

“I'M YOUR WIFE, NOT A LONDON TROLLOP!”

That pissed Harry off to no end.

He slapped her ass even harder and rammed his cock into her pussy harder than ever before. In fact, he could not remember ever fucking a witch so hard in his life. 

“I WILL CALL YOU WHATEVER I WANT, YOU GOT THAT, YOU FAT TITTED, USELESS, PUREBLOODED WHORE!?”

With one hand he grabbed hold of her hair, and with another he viciously grabbed her by one of her tits, and squeaked it so hard he really gave her something to scream about. 

The sex did not become prettier. In fact, it only became more disturbing. Harry lifted up Walburga and carried her in a form of full Nelson maneuver. His arms went under her knees and his hands interlocked behind her neck, and then he was bending his own back forward, thus suspending her in the air, with her tits dangling down like low hanging fruit. And with Harry still ramming his cock into her pussy, her tits dangled so much they slapt into each other with every thrust from Harry’s cock. 

Harry was in full control, and Walburga couldn’t do anything but moan and gasp at the endless thrusts from Harry’s cock. He went balls deep every time, and right now the tempo was immense. 

To Walburga the sexual stimulation had reached a point where she could no longer scream. All she could do was take what she was given, and that without any protests.

She was completely lost in the sensual heaven that her new husband had suspended her in. Caught like a lice between a pair of fingernails. She was, for the first time in her life, at the mercy of her husband. And some part of her. The primordial part of her womanly brain… loved it… she felt safe… safe in the hands of this Gryffindorian, who had claimed her body as his property.

She understood her place. Beneath this creature who was using her body, to bring himself to pleasure. And thus bringing her a pleasure she had never even known. 

She made a vow… what little of her brain that actually still worked, made a vow… she would address her husband as Mr. Potter… or Sir… and she would obey him in everything. He was not only her husband and owner… he was her King… and Kings… are obeyed… 

“I am cumming inside of you!” Harry proclaimed, while still ramming his cock into her mercilessly. 

Walburga’s brain manifested some strange form of assembly. She regained consciousness for a very short moment. And then she actually heard the words that had been coming out of her mouth for the last while. 

“PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME HAVE YOUR BABY! I WANT YOUR BABY, PLEASE! OOOOH, PUMP ME FULL OF YOUR CUM! I WANT IT! I WANT YOUR BABY! GET ME FUCKING PREGNANT! GET ME PREGNANT! FILL ME UP! FILL ME UUUUUUP!”

Harry slammed his cock so hard into her pussy he briefly feared he hurt her, but he didn’t, and his cum exploded out of his balls and shot into Walburga’s pussy with such force she instantly lost what little control she had over her mind again. 

She moaned and gasped, and the last thing she remembered watching, was a literal waterfall of her cum, that showered out of the place, where she and Mr. Potter became one… the legendary creature with two heads and backsides. 

    She felt how her insides melted away, and how her mind returned into the world of the bliss. Her body became limp, and Harry was carrying her entire deadweight. 

Harry took some very deep breaths and grunted like an angry bull. He walked back over to the bed, and placed Walburga on it, and then he gently dropped her on the mattress. 

    He placed her in a most uncompromising position, but she was not awake to care about it. Harry’s cum was still leaking out of her pussy… there had been a ton he needed to shoot out. 

Harry clapped her big lush ass. Her soft flesh was truly amazing to feel bulge around in his grasp. 

Harry looked at his new wife with a sense of pride and vengeful pleasure. Sirius had not been kind when he had described his mother to Harry when he was alive. 

Harry understood that Sirius might’ve seen a side of Walburga that was mostly influenced by her toxic husband. 

Harry remembered Sirius telling him that while his mother had been fanatical in her delusion of blood purity, his father had been the real culprit. He had been the one who had insisted on the idiotic traditions of house Black. 

Sirius had also told Harry that Walburga, when Sirius was much younger, had been actually a kind and decent mother figure to him. But slowly, she had turned to become more like his father. Cold, cruel and unlovable. 

Harry made a promise, with Walburga’s buttock in his hand. He would not let her become that woman again. He wouldn’t change her. But maybe teach her to see the error of her ways… and help her become the person that Sirius remembered from his past. 

Harry felt a twinge of guilt by the thought of just leaving her in this… indecent position. So… he helped her get into a better and more comfortable position. 

She was… afterall… his wife now. 

Harry looked at her peaceful face when he finally had her laying down like a normal sleeping human being. 

He smiled. 

She truly was a beautiful woman. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered to her. 

“Sleep well… Mrs. Potter.”

Harry didn’t know if she heard him, but she smiled and sighed and moved a little. 

Harry smiled as well, and lifted the duvet up over her shoulders. 

He then left the bedroom to go and take a shower. 

When he was finally clean, he walked downstairs to get some food. He was starving. 

As he entered the kitchen he saw a new pile of letters. He smiled and decided to deal with it after he had eaten. 

And when the meal was done, he began opening letters. Clearice had sent him another picture, but this time of her in the bed, with spread legs and a hand down in her pussy and one hand on her big tits. She was masturbating. 

And she wrote that she was constantly thinking of Harry, and couldn’t wait to feel his Royal Cock in her peasant pussy. 

Harry smiled and took the picture. He looked at it for a while and then placed it in the folder he had with these pictures. 

Then he opened a whole slew of more mail. 

And he even noticed one envelope that looked like those sky blue envelopes that Fleur used to send him. He thought it was another one from her. But as he smelled it, he didn’t catch Fleur’s perfume. He caught another one. Still a woman’s perfume, but a different scent. 

He looked at the sender, and saw there were none written. 

Harry opened the letter and pulled out a picture and a letter. At first he thought he had to have been mistaken, because the picture surely had to be Fleur… but… when he looked again… he realized that… it wasn’t the case… 

The woman in the picture sure looked like Fleur, but… there was a certain set of differences. Well for starters, her body wasn’t the same.

Her breasts were slightly bigger, and her body had a full woman's frame. Her hips were slightly wider, giving the evidence of childbirth. Her ass had a plump extra weight to it, and her legs had a different strength to them. 

Harry looked at the letter, and saw it was signed… Apolline Delacour. 

He began to read it. 

It was basically a love declaration and a wish to soon meet again under proper circumstances. She was mentioning how her girls were driving her bonkers, as all they both talked about was Harry this and Harry that. 

She also mentioned that she would soon come to England, and would be ever so pleased to meet him again. But until that would be, she hoped Harry would enjoy her picture.

Signed: Your eternal love, Apolline Delacour. 

Her handwriting was flawless. 

Harry blinked. Fleur’s mother? He hadn’t had a chance to meet her alone, other than the time at the Tri-Wizard tournament, where she had blinked at Harry. Apolline, Fleur and Fleur’s sister Gabrielle alike. They had basically been three versions of the same woman. 

Each one had been gorgeous and radiant to look at. Their white blonde hair had glowed slightly in the dark room, proving their heritage as Veelas. Harry had seen them like he had seen a dream picture. 

Speaking of pictures; the photo of Fleur’s mother had begun showing off all of her body to Harry. Her big, plump ass, and her huge Veela tits. She was not naked, but she needed not be. Harry could easily imagine her naked… but… he had a feeling that… Mrs Delacour wouldn’t let her daughter surpass her… Fleur had sent Harry plenty of naked photos over the last few days. 

  Harry took his wand, and gently tapped the picture of Fleur’s mom. And… to his big surprise… the clothes all disappeared, and Apolline quickly tried to cover herself up, while looking shocked… but Harry could tell it was all an act. Apolline lifted a finger and waved it at Harry, as to say: “You naughty boy”.

Harry just smiled and blinked. Apolline smirked and began to show off her stuff, but like a teaser, she hit her best parts with her hands. She was blinking at Harry. In the end Harry understood he wouldn’t see anything… yet… so he tapped the picture again with his wand, and she was again fully clothed. 

Apolline smiled and blew Harry a long kiss, that he could swear he almost felt right on his mouth. 

He smiled and began to open the other letters. There were more pictures, and more worn underwear for him. 

And then… as he was through, there was an official looking letter in the stack. 

It was from the Ministry. 

Harry looked at the envelope, and he cringed. It was addressed to: 

His Majesty, King Harry Potter Pendragon.

From his servant, the Minister of Magic.

Harry had received such letters every now and again, but it was strange. He thought the Order were filtering such mail. 

He decided to wait until he had contacted the Order. He took all the pictures and the letters, and placed them in his magical folder. And then, just as he had made the folder disappear, Walburga entered the kitchen. She was naked and looked at Harry with something akin to a smile. 

She looked a little bashful. 

“H-Hello there, Mr. Potter…” She said and she sounded almost shy. 

Harry smiled. “Hello yourself…” He said kindly. And then… after a break he added. 

“Mrs. Potter.”

She smiled, and then she slowly sat down in front of him. Harry looked her deep in her eyes, and she did the same. 

Yeah… Harry thought… This could work… 

She asked for food, and food she got. The house recognized her as the wife of its owner. She smiled, and began to eat. She too had a good appetite. 

Harry observed her eat. For a while, the entire world was just him, and Walburga… and nothing else… 

To be continued.