FIC: Twenty Years of Demand (Harry Potter)

Summary: As the only wizard born in twenty years, Harry has his hands full once he reaches the age of maturity. Will he be up to the challenge of satisfying so many?

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“Can’t believe I get to be the first one to take Harry’s cock inside of me!” Nymphadora (don’t call her Nymphadora) Tonks said as she slid down onto him. She looked deliriously happy as she dropped her hips and his cock filled her. He groaned at the feeling too. He’d known this would happen; he’d known for many years that he’d have his first time with some witch on this exact date, even if he hadn’t known who it would be.

“Congratulations, Auror Tonks,” Amelia Bones said, smiling as she watched and stripped out of her own clothes. “You’re the first witch to take a man’s virginity in a very long time.”

It was fortunate, Harry felt, that from the time he received his first Hogwarts letter he had been educated on what would be expected from him as the only magical male who had been born for two decades. The older men who had been born before Lord Voldemort enacted that curse had been in demand as the years passed with no new wizards being born, as witches had to take what they could get when it came to sex partners and children.

Naturally, several generations of witches had been extremely interested in Harry. He’d known for years that he was going to have witches throwing themselves at him for breeding or just for fun as soon as they were allowed to. They had to wait until he reached magical maturity and became an adult wizard; that was a law that there was simply no getting around. But he had very much been aware of the increasing anticipation as he got closer to that age of adulthood. Witches had been watching him with open interest all along, but they became far more brazen and blatant about expressing what they wanted from him as the months, weeks and days trickled down.

The offer for auror protection to make sure that he wasn’t bombarded by witches the second he became an adult made sense to him. That said, his education helped him understand that, with the offer having been made to him by Amelia Bones, an older female who he knew did not have any children, it was highly likely that she was going to use the ‘protection’ to her advantage. Seeing that she’d also brought the metamorph auror who had protected Harry during several trips to Hogsmeade only confirmed it.

Harry didn’t have a problem with it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t interested in having sex as well, and at least being under the protection of the Head of the DMLE and one of her top aurors would make sure he didn’t get swarmed and fucked to death tonight. If he just had two witches to satisfy tonight, he felt like he could handle that.

Tonks did put that to the test with how aggressively she bounced on his cock, as if she’d been waiting years for the opportunity, which was completely accurate. Her hips and arse smacked down against him fiercely, like she was challenging him and trying to make him cum as quickly as she possibly could.

It didn’t take long; not at this pace, and not when he was new to all of this. His hands held Tonks by the hips, and he groaned helplessly as she made him cum inside of her. She grabbed onto his shoulders, threw her head back and screamed. Her pussy squeezed him ridiculously tight as she came on his cock, and he was left to wonder if that was something he could expect regularly or if it was unique to her as a metamorph.

He knew he would get the answer to that question quickly, because as soon as Tonks was done her superior physically pulled her off of his cock and grabbed him for her own turn. Amelia went down on her back and pulled him on top of her, kissing him and shoving her tongue down his throat while she played with his cock in her hand and waited for him to recover.

The moment he was hard, she placed his cock right against her outer lips and stared at him intently, waiting for him to push it into her. Harry didn’t keep her waiting; he went forward and penetrated her, actively participating in sex for the first time.

“Oh, that’s perfect!” Amelia exclaimed. “Give it to me, Harry! Shag me! I’ve been waiting so long to have you shag me!”

He saw no reason to make her wait any longer, so he started to thrust. He was kind of glad Tonks had gotten on top of him so he didn’t have to focus on anything but enjoying himself for his first time, but now he wanted to see how he could do while handling the movement. He seemed to be doing pretty well considering how loudly Amelia groaned, how her arms clung to his neck and her legs crossed behind his back just above his arse. Even the slightest movement of his cock inside of her got loud reactions from this older woman, though to be fair he may have been aided by just how long she’d waited for this.

This serious, accomplished witch who happened to be one of the most powerful and respected individuals in the entire country had no problem moaning and holding onto him like she never wanted to let go. She squeezed him with her arms and legs and begged him to keep giving it to her, and he did as she demanded. For as long as he’d waited for his age of maturity to arrive so he could lose his virginity, she’d obviously been waiting for far longer. She needed him to fuck her and live up to the expectations that had built up in her mind for the many years she’d waited for this, and Harry didn’t want to let her down. He wanted to be a wizard worthy of all the attention he was sure to get from her and from many other witches.

Harry heard her shout her pleasure into his ear as he held on long enough to bring her to climax several times, and in the process confirmed that the incredible tightening around his cock appeared to be a unique sensation offered by Tonks’ metamorph abilities. It still felt incredible to have Amelia Bones cum on his cock though, and there was also a feeling of immense power that filled his body at seeing, feeling and hearing how much pleasure he brought her. This was one of the most powerful and intimidating people in their society, and yet he, Harry, was able to control her so thoroughly. It was a pretty cool feeling.

It still didn’t feel as great as actually fucking her did, and eventually that feeling became too much to ignore. Her arms and legs squeezed him way too tight for him to think of pulling out, and he was sure she would have only held him tighter if he suggested as much. He surrendered to his need and came inside of Amelia, which was exactly what they both wanted.

He was an adult now, and he’d lost his virginity and bedded two sexy older women. But he knew that this was just the beginning. There would be any number of beautiful witches coming for him now that he was of age, and after tonight there wouldn’t be Auror Tonks and Madam Bones there to hold them back.

But he was ready. Or at least he was pretty sure he was.

--

"Oh, I knew you were going to be a strong, virile wizard when you grew up, Harry!" Rita Skeeter said happily. He was taking her from behind with her down on her hands and knees, but he could see the smile on her face thanks to the large mirror along the opposite wall in Narcissa Malfoy's bedroom.

Rita's articles in the Daily Prophet weren't always entirely truthful from what Harry had seen, but if nothing else she had always had glowing praise for him. Sirius had impressed upon him the value in having the people who wrote the news on his side, and he felt confident that he would remain on Rita's good side for some time to come as he gave her the fuck she'd been so interested in.

"I daresay you're going to get a very glowing article written about you in the near future, Mister Potter," Narcissa said, smirking as she watched them casually. The woman exuded confidence and power even as she sat completely naked in her chair facing the bed, and why shouldn't she? The woman was drop-dead gorgeous, and she'd arranged all of this. The entire point of this party had been to get him in her bed and flaunt it to her husband she openly scorned, knowing that Lucius was too much of a coward to do anything about it.

She was even magnanimous enough to let Rita get shagged in her bed before her, but Harry knew it wasn't entirely altruistic. This was a woman who knew how to curry favor and play the political games, and Rita would surely feel very grateful to her for bringing her in on the fun and even letting her go first. Harry wasn't the only one maintaining a positive relationship with the press tonight.

Harry tore his eyes off of Narcissa, knowing that his time with her would come very soon. If he was going to remain on the good side of the many witches who wanted a ride on his broomstick, it was just common courtesy for him to give each one his undivided attention while he was with them. That meant that he should put everything he had into the push of his hips as he worked his cock back and forth inside of the blonde reporter and earned himself what should hopefully be a lifetime of good press.

Rita had always been a talker, so it was no surprise that she talked throughout their sex and through her orgasm as well. And when he got close she continued to talk, in this case urging him to finish inside of her and do his best to knock her up. Wanting him to finish inside seemed to be a recurring theme so far, and Harry was unsurprised. He knew what his duty was as the first wizard born in two decades, and he didn't shy away from it. He squeezed Rita's full arse cheeks in his hands, buried his cock inside of her and took his best shot at giving her what she wanted.

It was Narcissa's turn after that, and she looked quite amused at how Rita slumped face-down onto the bed when Harry pulled away from her. But soon she was far more interested in how quickly his cock got hard again. She seemed pleasantly surprised by that, but it was no surprise at all for Harry. Of course he would almost instantly be ready to go when he knew that he was about to screw the sexy mother of his childhood rival Celeste Malfoy.

"Since it seems Rita may have need of my bed for the time being, why don't you come over here and take my place?" Narcissa said, getting up and patting the seat of the chair she'd just been in. Harry moved over and took her place, and Narcissa slowly straddled his lap.

It wasn't the first time that a woman had sat on his cock, but there was a stark difference between what Tonks had done when she took his virginity and what Narcissa did now. Tonks had been all urgency and impatience, and she'd wanted to get off and finish him off as quickly as she could. Narcissa took the exact opposite approach. She rode him like she had all the time in the world, like this was something to be savored for as long as possible.

She leisurely rocked back and forth in his lap, gyrating her body and exercising her control over him. Harry felt like this was the kind of confidence and control that her daughter tried to emulate in school, but unlike Celeste with her hot temper Narcissa pulled it off flawlessly. Harry had never felt like the woman was as firmly in control of him and his pleasure as he did now. He wasn't going to cum until she decided it was time, and she had the ability to delay that moment for as long as she felt like doing so.

Harry did not hate it. Having Narcissa's sexy body grinding on him as she continued her slow and sensual ride was an amazing experience. He felt considerable pressure to live up to the expectations and demands placed on by most of the witches he had shagged or would shag in the future, but with Narcissa there was nothing to worry about. She was in complete control here, so he could just relax and leave everything to her.

"You're a wonderful lover, Harry," Narcissa said, smiling down at him while she rocked. "You gave Rita quite a fuck, but now you're sitting back and letting me have my way without fighting it. The ability to adapt to your lover's needs and desires is going to serve you very well."

"Thank you," Harry said, feeling a warmth in his body at her praise. If Celeste had received such praise whilst growing up it was no wonder she had such an ego!

Narcissa continued to ride him for quite some time, never hurrying things along, seemingly content to rock her body back and forth slowly on his cock all night. Harry wouldn't have minded that in the least, but eventually he did feel the orgasm rise up. Narcissa felt it too, or she saw something on his face that gave him away.

"You're going to finish soon, aren't you, Harry?" she asked, smiling knowingly. Clearly she already knew the answer to her question.

"Yes," he groaned.

"Good," she said. "Let's see if you can do what my husband, not to mention every wizard around, has not been able to do for the past twenty years. Can you beat the odds, defy the Dark Lord yet again and give me a son?"

The odds that he would actually be able to do that were miniscule, if not completely nonexistent. No one could understand how Voldemort had cast such a frightening curse in the first place, nor could it be explained how Harry's mother and father had beaten that curse and conceived him, unintentionally making their family top targets in the process. How could Harry beat a curse he didn't even understand?

And yet he found himself badly wanting to make this woman happy. He wanted to give Narcissa anything and everything she wanted. And as she brought his hands up to rest on her breasts as his hips jerked beneath her and he finally reached the end of the ride, he said a silent prayer to Merlin that he might succeed where everyone else had failed for the past twenty years.

--

"Fuck, little Potter's all grown up! Keep at it, Potter; that's it! So much better than my pathetic husband ever was!"

Bellatrix Lestrange was just about the last witch Harry would have ever expected to willingly shag. But when she contacted Amelia and offered to swear a magical vow to turn against Voldemort and help the light side take him down in exchange for Harry fucking her until he got her pregnant, it had been too good an opportunity for him to refuse. Voldemort didn't truly trust anyone, but Bellatrix was the closest thing he had to a confidant. Getting her to turn against him and help them take him down was a massive win for their side.

And it wasn't exactly an unpleasant duty for him to perform. Bellatrix was insane, but she was also hot as hell. Harry couldn't understand why Voldemort hadn't fucked her and kept her happy, but it was his genuine pleasure to take advantage of that mistake on his enemy's part. There was a madness in Bellatrix's eyes as he shagged her, but in a weird way it turned him on even more. Knowing who this woman was, hearing her delighted laughter and her nails scratching his back as he kept driving his cock into her compelled him to go even harder.

Thank Merlin she hadn't been his first lover, or his second or third for that matter. He had serious doubts that he would have been able to throw her legs over his shoulders and pound her like this without his previous experience. But now he felt up to the challenge, and Bellatrix's screams and laughter said that he was right to feel that way.

"Yes, Potter!" she screeched. "I abandoned my master for this! I threw away my entire life! Make it worth it!"

Was having him slam his cock into her over and over again until she screamed in orgasm worth her giving up the life she'd known for decades? Would she be happy with the deal she'd made as his cock pulsed and he came inside of her?

That was Bellatrix's question to answer, but as she panted into his ear, Harry didn't get the feeling that she would have any regrets.

--

"Magnifique, 'Arry!"

Harry smiled; he knew damn well that Fleur's English was much better than this. She was putting on the exaggerated French accent because she knew how much it turned him on.

It was magnificent though; she wasn't wrong about that. He'd been fortunate enough to hook up with many beautiful witches of all ages over the summer, but Fleur Delacour lived in another world. There was a reason many witches struggled to contain their jealousy of the veela girl. Her body was perfection on Earth.

Harry had been curious to see that body in all its glory for years now, ever since they'd been in the Triwizard tournament together and formed a friendship. From the moment he'd saved her sister Gabrielle she'd made it abundantly clear that she would be back in England once he was of age to reward him as well as herself, and now the day had at last arrived.

Fleur's body was everything he'd built it up to be in his head; in fact it was even better, if that was possible. The human mind could not even fantasize about something as perfect as her, whether you were considering her beauty or what it felt like to be inside of her. If Harry had been a virgin he would have finished just with the initial penetration, and even with a summer of shagging he still felt like he was hanging over a cliff and fighting with all his might just to hold on and not finish too soon. Her pussy felt as if it had been created specifically for him, to offer the most perfect fit possible for his cock as he fucked her. She was sideways on the bed, and her legs dangled over the edge so he could plant one foot on the floor and kneel between her legs.

This meant that ostensibly he was the one in control, but he did not feel the least bit in control of anything right now. Every thrust into her tested his endurance like nothing ever had before, at least not when it came to sex. It was a struggle, but the best struggle of his life. He wasn't fighting against possessed professors, cursed diaries, werewolves or anything of the sort, but instead was fighting with all his might to avoid having the pleasure of Fleur's tight veela pussy break him prematurely. Even if he had a feeling she wouldn't be upset no matter what, Harry did not want to let his friend out of this bed until he'd gotten her off.

That was a severe test, and there were so many times as he pushed his cock into that snug perfection where his control wavered and he nearly lost his personal battle. But just when Harry was starting to give in to the despair and fear that he would fail, he heard the most beautiful sound. Fleur's moans legitimately sounded almost musical as he pushed her over the edge. It took Harry a few seconds to realize what he'd just done. He'd actually managed it. He'd held on long enough to make Fleur bloody Delacour cum!

There was no time to bask in it though, because as difficult as it had been to hold on up to that point, it became infinitely harder now. Fleur's pussy clamped down on his cock as if to squeeze out every bit of semen he could produce. That may not have been far from the truth, because of all the orgasms he'd had over the summer, this was by far the longest and the biggest, and he'd never felt as drained or weary afterwards.

But that weariness brought something else with it too as Fleur smiled and tugged him onto the bed completely to snuggle against her.

"It is a shame I will not be at school with you," she said, dropping the accent now that the sex was finished. "Those girls will have all the fun." She stroked his hair fondly, and Harry nearly purred. He felt not unlike a pet at the moment, and being Fleur's pet didn't sound so bad at all.

"I will just have to come and visit you during Hogsmeade weekends," she said decisively. "I'll get us a room at the Three Broomsticks, and we'll spend all day making love. Doesn't that sound perfect, my champion?"

In his head, Harry was already figuring out how many days it would be until the first Hogsmeade weekend.

--

The remainder of the summer after he reached magical maturity had gone on in much the same fashion as it had since July 31st. There was no shortage of witches of all ages who wanted a piece of him, and while he did not have the time or energy for all of them, he'd done his best to fulfill as many of them as he could. Some were witches barely older than him who were simply looking for a good time with a wizard for a change, and others were older than his mother would have been and sought him out because they needed a wizard to knock them up so they could keep their line from dying off.

Boarding the Hogwarts Express to attend his final year had felt familiar, at least at first. He was used to the girls all eyeing him up and flirting with him on the train. But it hadn't taken long for him to notice the difference in this too. Before they'd been restrained by ancient magical laws and traditions, but no longer. He was an adult wizard now, and that meant they didn't have to stop at staring or flirting anymore.

He'd barely made it into a compartment; for a minute he thought Pansy Parkinson might actually pin him down and fuck him right in the middle of the train. At first he'd thought that making it into Daphne Greengrass' compartment would give him a reprieve. She'd been one of the few witches who'd never fawned over him or flirted with him. The aloof blonde had barely even acknowledged his existence over the last six years. If there was any woman in Hogwarts who wouldn't pounce and try to fuck him if she got him alone, this was the one.

If that was the case he was going to have a very busy final year at Hogwarts, because while Daphne had ignored him while he was still an underage wizard, even she was quick to throw herself at him now that he was an adult. He'd only been sitting in the compartment for a minute at the most before she'd dropped to her knees, pulled his cock out and given him a suck, and now she was on her back on the seat with her legs around his waist while he fucked her. Harry hadn't expected this from her, but it wasn't like he was going to refuse her. She might be aloof, but she was also one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen.

"Harry," she moaned, staring up at him with wide eyes as she came quickly. She'd rarely spoken his name and her eyes had never stayed on him for long, but everything had changed now. Hearing her moan his name with such lust and having her light blue eyes stare at him with such intensity made Harry lose control, fuck her wildly and spend himself inside of her.

If even Daphne Greengrass wouldn't hesitate to shag him, this was going to be one interesting final year at Hogwarts.

--

"Nice catch out there, Harry," Angelina Johnson said. "You caught me even better in here though."

Harry had caught the snitch and won the match for Gryffindor, and after being mobbed and kissed by his teammates had gone to grab a shower. The girls on the team had already made it very clear that they were waiting for him to come back to the Gryffindor common room so they could have a celebratory orgy. Though to be fair, the orgy would have happened either way. If they'd lost it would have been an orgy to lift their spirits. The solution to all issues seemed to be sex now that he was an adult wizard, and Harry was not complaining about that.

They hadn't barged into his shower since they'd already made plans, but that didn't stop Angelina. His former captain had returned to the school this year as the new flying instructor and had also recruited Harry to assist her in the lessons for extra credit. It was funny how every single flying lesson seemed to end with her dragging him into the nearest broom closet so they could shag, but again, he wasn't complaining.

She'd barged into the shower already naked and thrown her body at him, forcing him to catch her. His hands naturally went to her thick arse to hold her up for support, and they'd remained there as she kissed him hard and rubbed her pussy against him until he slid his cock inside.

Harry loved Angelina's arse, which was the biggest and roundest of all the girls he'd shagged. She knew that and used it to her advantage often, bending over and sticking it in his face any time she had the chance, much like she'd done when she was still a student. She'd gone with the far more direct approach this time, and Harry just held onto those amazing cheeks and fucked her under the spray of water from the shower.

Fresh off of a quidditch match was one of the times where Harry felt most fired up and eager to get more aggressive, and Angelina had to have known that when she jumped him in the shower. She liked a good quick shag as much as he did, so of course she moaned and egged him on while he thrust into her.

There wasn't much in the way of romance here, but that had never been Angelina's preference anyway. Some of the girls in Hogwarts preferred that he take his time and make love to them gently, but Angelina got off on stuff like this. She loved the slapping of skin on skin; wet skin on skin in this case. His former captain had often teased him about all the things she'd like to do with him once he came of age, and now she was making them happen.

He was also able to make things happen that previously had just been the source of wet dreams. Shagging Angelina in the shower was a very different sort of wetness; a far more pleasant sort for them both. Harry had been ready for her, and ready to give her what she wanted. His strength didn't fail him and he held her up off of the shower floor until he was able to make her cum, biting down lightly on his shoulder as she did.

Harry finished up with her quickly after that, speeding along and giving her the desired orgasm before he put her down and prepared to head out.

As much as he would have loved to stay and shag Angelina some more, he had a victory party to get to. And who knew if he might run into another witch on his way there who might want some attention of her own?

Being the only wizard born in twenty years was not without its difficulties, but the attention and the orgasms were well worth his nearly permanent exhaustion.