Harry Potter and the Power of the Sire ch.9

Harry sighed. "I looked at my stats, and there's a new one indicating how many breedings I can do each day."

Andromeda raised an eyebrow.

"Five.”

Her eyes widened slightly. "Not bad for a start. Over the years, we've had many E-class Breeders who could only do three or four a day." She smiled. "Are you ready for another round?"

Harry stood up, seemingly less concerned about his nudity in front of her. "Not yet. First, I'd like to eat something, and the mayor's seamstress is expecting me. Can I take care of that first?"

Andromeda waved her hand reassuringly. "No worries. We've informed everyone that there won't be any scenarios for the first few days as you adapt. We can go to the seamstress whenever you like."

"Are you sure it's okay to keep the next woman waiting?" Harry asked, wanting to be polite. "And who's next, anyway?"

"Don't worry, she's fine. Hanna Abbott is next, and you should remember her from training."

Harry nodded, reminiscing about Hanna fondly. She was here when he arrived and left a year later, probably advancing to a common class. If he remembered correctly, her group was two years older than his. He remembered her long blonde hair, always braided, and her impressive agility on the obstacle course. As a fifteen-year-old boy, she had been the subject of many dreams. Harry almost considered changing his plans, but hunger got the better of him. "Okay, seamstress, lunch, and then back here." He turned to his shelf of clothes. "Harry," he heard behind him. Turning back to Andromeda, she pointed to the closet on the other side of the room. "Those are breeding outfits, and they're pretty easy to take off. You might not want to wear them outside, or you can give the ladies a free preview."

Harry changed course and quickly found a set of more standard clothes, which he put on hastily. His mind couldn't help but wonder: "Special breeding outfits?" he wondered, "What's next, a jewel-encrusted sheath for my penis?"

Harry had initially thought he would set out alone, but Andromeda quickly corrected that assumption. Apparently, no self-respecting Breeder ever left the house without a guard, and until he hired a pair, Andromeda was that one. His journey home the previous night marked the last time he could expect to be walking around public places by himself. He couldn't say it thrilled him, especially since he was a rather solitary person, especially in the past year. Boys didn't tend to build strong relationships outside of their families until they acquired their classes.

Upon arriving at the tailor's shop, Harry was bombarded with conversations about how great an honor it was to provide him with her services. Madam Malkin, likely a close-to-sixty-year-old Hogsmeade resident, had joined the E class many decades ago. She hoped to create outfits that he could wear for the rest of his life. She hoped that making Breeder-worthy clothes would finally elevate her to the D class.

Harry wasn't a fan of fashion; he usually prioritized cleanliness and orderliness in his attire. When Madam Malkin talked about cuts, weaves, colors, and other details during the measurements, Harry couldn't keep up with the jargon. Eventually, he told her that he trusted her judgment. He wanted colors that suited him and reminded him of home. He also explained that he wasn't a bard or a diva and preferred a conservative outfit that wouldn't make him look like a peacock. Despite his protests, both Madam Malkin and Andromeda insisted that he needed at least one outfit that would "show off the goods" for formal occasions. Harry reluctantly agreed to slightly exceed the boundaries of formal wear. As they left, Madam Malkin couldn't contain her excitement, giggling like a schoolgirl.

Lunch turned out to be quite a spectacle. Harry had lived in Hogsmeade all his life and had eaten at Greta's café dozens of times. Usually, only Greta and her wife Amy recognized him. However, today was different; everyone inside knew who he was and couldn't help but throw glances his way. The café buzzed with hushed conversations and giggles, and Harry couldn't help but notice that Greta and Amy were selling an unusually large number of desserts. Not a single customer left during their stay, even merchant Henry Ripley, who seemed ready to leave at one point but quickly sat back down after a glance from his wives.

Andromeda and Harry weren't in a hurry to eat, and Harry even ordered a second lunch due to his appetite. Who would have thought that breeding could require so much energy? He was glad the second lunch filled him up, especially since all the desserts except for rhubarb pie, which he didn't particularly like due to its tartness, had run out.

Greta refused to let them pay for their meals, explaining that she had made more than enough with all the extra desserts she had everyone buy. Her eyes sparkled as she jokingly mentioned that if she were a bit younger, she might consider investing all that extra money by coming to him, which made Harry blush. After all, she was old enough to be his grandmother.

Upon returning to the training center and his quarters, Andromeda excused herself to inform Hanna about the preparations for the session. Harry's instructions involved changing into his outfit and waiting in the second bedroom. Changing, brushing his teeth, and settling in took him only a few minutes. His newfound confidence was evident, and the anticipation of what awaited him grew.

When Hanna entered the room, Harry couldn't help but jump to his feet before he could stop himself. Although he knew Daphne, he knew Hanna much better. She had reached the Archer class, and he believed she worked as a forest guard for loggers during tree felling. She probably also dealt with hunting, gathering, and killing low-level monsters in the forbidden forest. Harry had to admit that when they were together at the training center, he had fallen deeply in love with her, experiencing his first boyish infatuation. He loved the way she tied her hair, and her eyes were the brightest blue, almost luminous.

Now she stood before him in all her naked glory, and Harry swallowed hard, trying to take in the sight before him.

He didn't want to compare them, but he couldn't help it. Hanna was a few inches shorter than Daphne and had a much smaller, more petite build. Daphne's breasts were easily two or three times larger than Hanna's, and her hips were much wider. Both of them were beautiful in their own way, and Harry could feel his excitement growing as he looked at Hanna's ridiculously toned body. Oh, one more difference, Hanna didn't have prominent pubic hair or any trace that he could see from the other end of the room.

"Well, Harry, we meet again," she said, smiling. Unlike Daphne, Hanna seemed completely comfortable being naked in front of him. If anything, she reveled in her nudity and the reaction she was eliciting from him.

"How's it going, Chelse?" Harry replied. "Looks like you're doing well."

She laughed as she walked across the room to the bed and sat down. "Not as well as you, going and achieving the legendary class, and no less, a breeder, yum. Is what they say about a breeder's cock true?"

Harry was slightly taken aback by her boldness. Apparently, she was a different kind of woman. Maintaining control over his domain might require a different approach. If she wanted to be assertive, so could he. He walked across the room until he stood in front of her. He extended a testing strip to her and said, "Lick it." She grabbed him by the arm and licked the test strip, using just the tip of her pointed tongue, sliding the flexible tip back and forth in various patterns until the strip turned green. Harry consented to breeding, and she almost immediately did the same. He took her hand and placed it directly on his engorged member. "You tell me."

She felt his stiffness through the thin material, and then she added her other hand. She ran her hands up and down the full length once, twice, and then, using her hands to measure, she discovered that even the width of three of her delicate hands couldn't encompass it entirely. "It's fucking huge," she exclaimed excitedly. She quickly unbuttoned her clothing and almost tore it off him in her haste to look at his naked cock. She stroked and caressed his balls for almost a minute while he watched her face. She was practically drooling with excitement. "I've read the entire Gilderoy Giant series, but I always thought they were lying about how big a breeder's cock is." She looked at him with a pleading expression on her face. "Can I, please?" she begged.

Harry wasn't sure what she was asking for, but so far, everything about breeding had been amazing. He nodded, and then blinked in surprise as she opened her mouth and took his cock inside.

Harry's surprise yielded to an immediate and exquisite pleasure. Hanna's lips offered sensations unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Her tongue swirled around him, making him feel as if the tip of his manhood was in multiple places simultaneously. The suction created by her cheeks only intensified the pleasure.

Before he could fully grasp the situation, his hands were behind her head, guiding her back and forth along his shaft. He felt incredibly good and clenched his fists in her hair, holding on firmly as he sighed with pleasure. Hanna's moans made it clear that she was experiencing the same ecstasy. Somehow, during her downward strokes, she managed to accommodate almost half of his members in her mouth, a remarkable feat in itself.

In the meantime, one of her hands encircled the base of his shaft, providing an anchor, while her other hand was busy between her legs, moving feverishly. Moans escaped her lips, and she drooled onto him.

She continued to pleasure herself while he moved back and forth in her mouth, and it felt like an eternity. Eventually, she pushed him away, releasing his manhood as she struggled to catch her breath. Strands of saliva clung to her face, and she licked his shaft, making slurping sounds as she cleaned him up.

Once she was satisfied, she lifted his manhood and leaned forward, laying her tongue flat on its base. Slowly, she dragged her tongue along the entire length of his penis, measuring it with a determined gaze. "I can handle more," she declared with conviction. Releasing him, she turned on the bed, her head hanging over the edge. Looking at him upside down, she pointed at his manhood and said, "Kneel."

This time, Harry knew exactly what she wanted. His heart raced as he knelt, taking hold of his manhood with one hand and lowering it until it was aimed directly at her chin. His shaft twitched in anticipation. With his other hand, he grasped her braid and tilted her head back until she could barely make eye contact. "What do you desire, Hanna?" he asked.

"I want to suck your big, thick cock, Master," she begged. Deciding to tease her a bit, Harry used her braid to control her and began rubbing his masculinity all over her face. Each time he got close to her mouth, she tried to take his manhood in, sometimes grazing it with her lips or tongue. But he continued to move it, smearing her face with the fluid oozing from the tip. "Please," she pleaded, "shove it down my throat, I can take it. I want it, I need it."

Harry traced a circle of moisture on each of her cheeks as she tried to maneuver herself to take him into her mouth. "Open wide," he commanded, and she complied. He slowly pushed his manhood into her mouth. As she was turned around like this, her tongue attacked it from new angles. About halfway through, he felt the tip brushing against her tight throat. After a few thrusts, he withdrew, and saliva dripped from him onto her face. "Is this what you wanted?"

Harry watched in amazement as Hanna shook her head with clear determination. "I want all of it, push that thick cock down my throat, I can take it, I know I can." She opened her mouth again, and to his surprise, she reached out with both hands and grabbed him by the base. She was surprisingly strong for her size and pulled him towards her, causing his manhood to slip into her throat. She continued to take him in, working her jaw as more of him disappeared. Harry was stunned; he had never heard of anything like this. Andromeda had told him about using one's mouth for pleasure, but it was all about satisfying a woman. He had figured that something similar could be done to please a man, but this was unreal. Watching someone, especially someone as petite as Hanna, inhale his manhood in this way was mind-boggling. As he watched the last few centimeters enter her mouth, he could see on her throat where the end of his manhood was, the thickness of the shaft expanding her throat. He felt her trying to swallow, and the sensation it caused on his manhood almost brought him to an early end to this breeding session.