Harry Potter and the Power of the Sire ch.8

He moved forward, pushing his glans between her labia. Initially, she resisted his size, her tightness hesitating to accommodate him. Harry's cock was larger than her opening, but he reassured himself, "It must fit; it's not as big as a baby." She adjusted her hips, allowing him to slide in an inch or two, and the head of his cock was surrounded by fiery, exciting heat. The sensations on his fingers from her pussy were amazing, and the feelings on his cock almost overwhelmed him. After another inch, he had to stop and collect himself. He had never experienced an orgasm, but he felt he was close. "I can't release my seed now," he thought, "I have to go deeper."

Daphne gasped beneath him, her arms wrapping around his back, her legs opening even wider, then wrapping around him. Both of them wanted to pull him deeper. Her heels pressed into his buttocks, urging him on.

Harry clenched his teeth, torn between surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure of his first encounter and resisting it. An instinctual urge compelled him to thrust as deeply as possible and release his seed within her depths. Yet, another part of him wanted to prolong this exquisite agony.

He pulled back slightly, withdrawing a fraction from her welcoming depths. "No," Daphne exclaimed, "don't stop, more, give me more, I want it all, I want your seed."

Harry eased his muscles, and Daphne's legs pushed his shaft deeper into her. The tightness of her tunnel allowed only a few centimeters before he halted his progress. Daphne's hips moved more vigorously, demanding her body to surrender gradually.

Harry focused on the slow rhythm of withdrawal and thrusting. Each time he pulled back, Daphne moaned, craving those missing centimeters. Every time he pushed forward, she gasped with growing pleasure. Her sounds, almost like words, a symphony of sighs, short breaths, and moans, etched into his memory, driving him deeper each time.

After what felt like an eternity of ecstasy, his shaft was completely embedded in her. Harry halted his movements to savor the sensations enveloping not only his shaft but his entire body. It was as if every nerve in his body came alive for the first time. He felt every ripple of Daphne's pussy, clutching him, striving to extract even more from him. He felt his tip reach the end of her tunnel, where only his seed and their child were welcome.

Daphne took a deep breath and, exhaling, whispered, "So good, so good, so good." It was a mantra she repeated as Harry gathered himself, not yet ready for it to end. He slowly withdrew, nearly leaving her tight embrace, and then, in one continuous, glorious thrust, delved even deeper. Her pussy spasmed around him, screaming during a second orgasm.

Harry lost control; the primal urge for copulation took over. He pulled out and thrust into her depths faster and faster. The restraint he had tried to maintain disappeared. He grunted as pleasure reached unimaginable heights, and Daphne screamed meaningless sounds into his ear, sounds his essence understood perfectly. Her body demanded fertilization, fulfilling its purpose, and Harry's body responded in kind.

With a guttural roar, Harry pushed one last time, and his cock seemed to swell to a new level as he buried it in her one final time. He felt his balls contract, and a surge of almost painful ecstasy coursed through his loins, exploding deep within Daphne. Two, three, six times, he felt his seed fill her womb as they both screamed with each surge of life.

Harry lay beside her for what seemed like an eternity but was likely only a few seconds. Then he rolled onto the bed next to Daphne, feeling her pussy trying to hold onto him as if it wanted to keep him inside forever. Some of his seed still oozed from his shaft, slowly pooling on his abdomen as he lay there, trying to catch his breath. Daphne adjusted herself, closing her legs tightly together, a strange and effortful posture that struck Harry as odd.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "What's with the strange position?" he asked.

She smiled at him and explained, "It's the best way to keep your seed inside me."

Harry leaned in to kiss her, and she tilted her head to meet his lips. They explored each other for a few moments before pulling away.

Suddenly, he noticed a green pulse coming from his arm. He looked down, and the wristband on his arm displayed a new message: "Breeding successful." Harry showed it to Daphne, and when he looked at her, he saw tears streaming down her face.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, bewildered.

Daphne burst into laughter. "I don't know," she giggled, "I'm just so happy. Thank you, thank you, thank you." She lifted her head and covered his lips and face with kisses before leaning back and smiling. Harry gently stroked her face and reassured her, "I know you'll be a wonderful mother."

Harry got up and gathered his clothes from the floor while Daphne watched. His instructions were to leave the room after the breeding and get himself cleaned up. If he was ready for another breeding, he should let Andromeda know, and everything would be prepared. Although he reluctantly parted ways with Daphne, he knew their time together had come to an end. While they had given each other immense pleasure, it was a one-time opportunity, at least for now. Harry headed to the door and then looked back.

"Thank you," he said. "I'll be back in a year or two. Can I meet our child when I do?"

Daphne smiled warmly. "Of course," she replied. "I would be proud to introduce you. I'll prepare dinner."

Harry nodded and left the room, feeling a sense of melancholy in his chest.

Under the shower, Harry stood beneath the stream of water, feeling it wash away Daphne's scent and erase the last traces of their recent liaison, leaving only memories. He cherished those memories and believed that in fifty years, they would be just as precious as they were now.

As he showered automatically, he couldn't help but smile, reliving the past hour. "Wow," he thought, "I can't believe how amazing that felt." He wondered which was better: bringing Daphne to orgasm not once but twice, or the intense pleasure of his own climax. Trembling at the thought, he eagerly anticipated experiencing both again.

Now he understood what Ron had mentioned, though he couldn't fully explain it. Having these feelings was the most important part of achieving his class. The goal of his class was clear: Breeders existed to reproduce, to spread their fertile seed. No wonder this class was legendary.

After the shower, Harry made his way to the bathtub and immersed himself in the steaming water. His flaccid member twitched under the warmth, but quickly realized it was a feeble substitute for their recent encounter and calmed down. He leaned back in the water, finally checking his status sheet, which revealed several pending messages:

• [You have successfully sired one (1) female of the common class. Ten (10) experience points awarded. Five (5) experience points awarded for activating the Skillsmith subclass skill.]
• [You have used the "Cook" (common) skill, gaining "Spice Knowledge." Your "Spice Knowledge" skill level is 1.]
• [One complete breeding cycle has been finished, marking the threshold for the "Breeder" class. One stat point gained for surpassing the first threshold. Stat points can be allocated through the status sheet. Continue surpassing thresholds for more rewards; the next such threshold is ten (10) breedings.]

Harry accessed his updated status sheet, where a pulsating stat point encouraged him to allocate it somewhere. He hadn't bothered checking his stats since gaining the class the day before, but now that he did, he was amazed by the significant improvement and the addition of some new ones.

His updated stats were quite impressive:

• Strength: 24
• Constitution: 18
• Endurance: 19(17)
• Agility: 19
• Wisdom: 14
• Dexterity: 21
• Willpower: 28
• Charisma: 23
• Luck: 3
• Mana: 100
• Virility: 5(4)

Before acquiring his class, he had maintained a uniform score of ten for all stats, the maximum attainable for a child. Now, most of his stats had almost doubled, with willpower nearly tripling. Additionally, three previously unknown stats had appeared—luck, mana, and virility.

• [Luck - The most elusive of all stats, luck determines the likelihood of fortune favoring you. Only legendary and higher classes can perceive and alter luck.]
• [Mana - Mana serves as a resource for casting spells for all classes. Each spell requires a specific amount of mana to use, and details can be found in the spell book.]
• [Virility - Virility determines how often a male can successfully reproduce within twenty-four (24) hours. It should be noted that virility solely affects fertility. Attempted reproduction with a virility score below one (1) will have a reduced success rate. Zero (0) virility results in failure in over 99 out of 100 attempts. Only the Breeder class can view and adjust this stat.]

While luck was a familiar concept, Harry encountered a stat that controlled it for the first time. Considering his low luck rating, he didn't count on it saving him from stray arrows anytime soon.

Mana was common knowledge, applicable to spellcasting classes, of which there turned out to be more than one might expect. Even farmers could cast spells, but only after reaching the first enhancement threshold and elevating their class to E.

Virility was a new and somewhat unusual addition. It determined how many times a male could reproduce in a day, and though it seemed peculiar, it was as logical as any other aspect of the system. What intrigued Harry the most was the potential income growth associated with stat point allocation. An extra daily breeding could translate to as much as twenty-five more gold pieces annually, even at the current rate of ten silver pieces per breeding. As he rose in rank, financial gains would grow even more.

Although the allure of wealth was tempting, Harry decided to allocate the stat point to his endurance instead. This stat governed overall health, and by adding a point, he increased his HP by ten. While a direct shot to the brain would mean doom for anyone, higher HP allowed him to endure more non-lethal injuries.

For a moment, he sat alone with his thoughts, contemplating his situation. Harry had never ventured beyond Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, except for hunting or foraging in the nearby woods under the watchful eye of the guards. The idea of traveling crossed his mind, as many adventurers explored vast territories, but most started their journeys from their hometowns, at least for the first few years. He had hoped to settle in his hometown, but being a Breeder had altered those plans. He saw that smaller communities like Hogsmeade relied on Breeders to sustain their population, but it posed two problems. Firstly, as mentioned yesterday, small towns couldn't afford to maintain a full-time Breeder due to the high costs of breeding services and limited coins. Secondly, Breeders had a long lifespan. Class level determined the length of one's life, and legendary classes often had three times the lifespan of common classes. With hundreds of years ahead of him, a Breeder living in a small town would run out of women to reproduce within just a few decades, as daughters were automatically excluded. It seemed Harry's life would be filled with travels.

The door opened, and approaching footsteps heralded Andromeda's arrival. She entered with a smile, tapping her foot and crossing her arms.

"It looks like the mighty Breeder has figured out where to put his loaf."

Harry chuckled. "That was good, now I feel better." He paused and blushed. "At first, I didn't think it would fit."

Andromeda chuckled. "Most people agree with that. Sex is good and makes you feel better. It's one of life's gifts. Your tool is another gift. They say the system gives us the knowledge and body needed for our class. Only Breeders have those tools, and there must be a reason for it. Surely not to prevent a Breeder from reproducing."