Harry Potter and the Power of the Sire ch.10

Pulling out of her throat and mouth, Hanna gasped for air. His manhood was completely covered in her saliva, which was dripping onto her face. Her hands moved back to his shaft, rubbing saliva into it and massaging it as she caught her breath. "That was amazing," she exclaimed joyfully when she stopped panting. "I told you I could do it," she declared proudly. Harry could only nod, completely at a loss for words.

"Fuck my throat, please, but pull out when I touch your leg," she demonstrated. "Girls still need to breathe." Using both hands, she gathered some moisture from his shaft, then rubbed it onto her perfect little breasts, twisting and pulling at her nipples until they became hard little diamonds. She nodded at him again and opened her mouth once more. Harry wasn't sure if he was still in control of his domain or not, but he knew for sure that he had to feel her throat enveloping him again. He slid his manhood back in, and this time, it was easier to breach the barrier of her throat.

Completely buried in Hanna, Harry was mesmerized as he watched his shaft open her throat. He withdrew until the tip barely rested in her throat, then pushed forward again. She moaned each time he entered her, and the sensation was incredible. The vibrations of her moans intensified the pleasure. Being completely engulfed by Hanna's throat was amazing. Not better than being buried in Daphne's vagina, but different. It was forbidden, like something done only in secrecy. Finding pleasure in an act that wasn't necessary for reproduction was naughty.

When Hanna tapped his leg, Harry withdrew to allow her to catch her breath. After a few deep breaths, she was ready for more. "Fuck my throat with that big, beautiful breeder cock," Hanna whispered, then opened wide. Harry fed her his manhood until her lips closed around the base, and she nodded lightly. He pulled back until the tight ring of her throat caught the head, then thrust all the way in. After a few thrusts, she tapped his leg, and he pulled out to give her room to breathe.

"Again," she cried, demanding more.

They repeated this several times until Harry was certain he couldn't handle more. Finally, for the last time, he pulled out of Hanna's throat and used her braid to pull her upright on the bed. She groaned in protest but stopped when he raised a finger. "A little more, and I'll spill my seed in the wrong place," he warned. She licked her lips and stared greedily at his manhood.

Harry watched in amazement as Hanna rolled over on the bed, raising her bottom into the air and lowering her head onto the mattress. She reached back, grabbing her cheeks and spreading them apart, exposing her swollen, dripping pussy. She looked at him and announced, "Fuck me, fill my pussy with that big breeder cock." It was clear that Hanna was taking control of her own fantasy.

Looking at her exposed pussy, Harry couldn't contain his excitement. It glistened with moisture, and a drop of fluid hung from the hood of her clit, dripping onto the bed. He had tasted only Daphne's juices, but he savored every drop. He couldn't wait to taste Hanna. She referred to it as her "pussy," a word he had heard as a curse before but didn't know was used instead of "vagina" or "pussy." Cock, pussy. He wanted to feel Hanna's pussy around his manhood. His cock yearned to fill her pussy with his seed. But first, he needed to taste her pussy.

Harry descended onto the bed behind her and gripped her slender hips. Using one of his legs, he spread her even wider before lowering himself to take a sniff. She smelled amazing, almost fruity, and he eagerly dove in, immersing himself in the nectar from her flower. Hanna squealed with delight as his tongue explored her sex, then locked onto her clit. Although he knew he couldn't compete with her oral skills, he gave it his all. He circled her nub with his tongue, sliding it through the crevice above it. It seemed like she enjoyed when his tongue entered her slightly more than when he worked on her clit, so he added fingers to the mix.

He cautiously tried to insert two fingers, but she was so tight that he had to start with one. That single finger sent her into motion, and he felt a stream of wetness flow past his finger as she reached orgasm. Harry eagerly lapped up her juices and continued the stimulation. Although it was challenging, he managed to slide in a second finger, and Hanna derived great pleasure from it. He couldn't wait for his manhood to join the fun.

After a few minutes, Hanna was taking two fingers more easily. She had already experienced another orgasm and was now begging for him to take her. Harry rose, grasping his manhood. He was grateful that she was so wet because he was sure extra lubrication would be needed. He gently pressed the tip of his manhood against her entrance, admiring how it met this intimate part of her body. Hanna placed her hands on her buttocks, spreading her cheeks even further. Slowly, inch by inch, her pussy began to yield to the pressure, reluctantly stretching to accommodate him. Hanna began to move her hips, screaming as she tried to take in more. "I love that big breeder cock, give me more!" She slowly took him into her mouth, and the sensation was incredible. He was snugly fitted, intensifying the feeling from every one of her inner muscles. As her hips swayed and bounced, her insides pressed against him in a way that sometimes defied explanation.

For most of the time, Harry remained still, focusing on not reaching climax, while Hanna took control, riding him eagerly. It seemed that every time she gained another inch, she celebrated with an orgasm. Then she would slide forward until his manhood was almost slipping out, and then she would impale herself on his shaft again. It was as if she was measuring, checking how much more of his "big, thick breeder cock" she could take. Every orgasm was interrupted by her continuous demands for more. When he was buried deep inside her, she could barely moan. Harry withdrew just a bit and then thrust back in. He slowly increased the rhythm as her insides seemed to change shape, perfectly molding her pussy to his manhood. He started to thrust into her, pulling almost all the way out, then plunging back in. Her pussy was so wet and tight that juices were oozing out, drenching his abdomen. Between her throat and her tight pussy, he was amazed he hadn't spilled yet. He wasn't sure what this position was called, but he loved the control it gave him over Hanna's petite body. Her waist was so small that his new hands almost wrapped entirely around her as he pulled her back onto his manhood time and time again. Not to mention the view! Every time he pulled out, he could see her pussy stretch, trying to hold his manhood inside. Every forward thrust revealed a ring of creamy juices being pushed out of her tight hole and covering his shaft.

Harry was almost ready to release his seed, but as much as he enjoyed the view from this angle, he wanted to do it while looking into Hanna's eyes, just as he had dreamed of as a boy.

He pulled out and flipped Hanna onto her back, diving down to taste her breasts for the first time. They were small enough that he could fit one entirely into his mouth, and he eagerly savored the salty taste of her sweat. She grabbed him by the ears and lifted his head, saying, "Baby, give me a baby."

He was almost there, thrusting into her one last time, his manhood swelling as he felt his seed shoot into her depths.

Hanna's eyes rolled back as she quivered beneath him. Each burst of his seed caused his vision to narrow, and by the sixth burst, he could barely see Hanna beneath him. He heard her passionate cries as he filled her womb with their child. Harry collapsed onto her chest, overwhelmed with gratitude for this incredible gift.

After a minute, Harry felt Hanna's tunnel trying to push out his softening shaft. Once again, with surprising strength, she turned them so she was on top. She sat down, pushing him deep inside her again. "I have to keep this baby batter inside me," she said with a smile. She began moving on him, grabbing her own nipples and twisting them. Harry reached out to help, noticing that the test strip on her abdomen was flashing green. He looked and saw the message [Breeding successful]. "It looks like the baby batter did its job," Harry said, showing her the message. She grabbed his shoulder and stared at the screen in disbelief for a few seconds. "Fuck yeah," she exclaimed, pulling away from him. The fluids, both hers and his, followed his manhood as it exited her. She looked down at the mess on his abdomen and then looked him in the eyes. "Don't worry, I'll handle this. I've learned a lot from Gilderoy Olbig, and good girls never let seed go to waste," she declared. She gently took his manhood in her hand and then slowly lowered her head. She began licking his shaft up and down, cleaning every bit of their combined fluids. She sucked up the puddle from his stomach and swallowed it. "Yum, tastes like victory," she said, before leaning down and licking up a few stray droplets. Giving one final kiss to the tip of his member, she sat back and threw her hands in the air. "I love your big, thick breeder cock!" Harry just laughed, wondering to himself, "Who the hell is Gilderoy Olbig, and where do I find these stories?"