Harry Potter and the Power of the Sire ch.6

They both laughed, and then he got up. "I need a bath and some clean clothes."

Andromeda directed him to the bathtub across the hall, telling him that a half dozen breeding outfits had been prepared for him to have clean clothes for each woman. He found them on a shelf in the bathroom.

He entered the room and found that the bathroom was more pleasant than any other he had been in. The floor had a steaming pool of water, large enough to swim in, and there were numerous taps with various functions surrounding it, as if they were dispensing foam. There was also a separate bathing area. The selection of soaps was conveniently placed in both areas. "A guy could get used to being pampered like this," he thought. Knowing that Daphne would arrive soon, he opted for a quick shower. Even the shower water was warm, which was a first for him.

He got dressed; the clothes seemed really thin and barely had enough fasteners to hold them together. Then he returned to the first bedroom. He noticed that the bed had been made, and on the coffee table in the sitting area, there was a teapot with several cups. He tried to find a comfortable place to sit, but nerves were getting the best of him, and he couldn't sit still for more than a minute. Speaking of minutes, they seemed to drag on forever. Every time he looked at the clock, he thought most of the remaining hour must have passed. Instead, only a few minutes had gone by. Finally, there was a knock at the door. He went and opened it to find Andromeda outside. She looked at his face and gently pushed him back into the room, then closed the door behind her.

"Harry, are you okay?" she asked.

"Just nerves, I think I'll be fine," he lied. "I just wish I had a better idea of what I'm doing. How am I supposed to know what she'll like?"

"It's simple, just ask," she said with a smile, noticing his blush. "Every woman is different; some like a lot of foreplay with kissing and breast play, while others like their pussy played with or fingered, and the clitoris is always a safe bet."

Harry chuckled, feeling more relaxed with Andromeda's straightforward advice.

"Listen, I'm a lot older than you," Andromeda continued, "and although I've never been married or bred, I've been known to share a bed or two in my time. Every new lover makes me nervous. All you have to do is pay attention and ask questions. Do you like this? What do you like? Does this feel good? Ask questions, but don't be uncertain; be assertive. You're not a boy anymore; you're a man, a Breeder."

She grabbed his chin and forced him to look into her eyes. "What was one of the first things I taught you in the pits?"

Harry pondered for a moment before recalling the answer. "Controlling the battlefield."

Andromeda nodded approvingly. "Control the battlefield. That's your domain; you're the Breeder, and you control who shares that domain with you. Never forget that."

"I'll try to remember," Harry said with a sigh.

Andromeda had no interest in that. She released his chin and tapped him on the forehead. "Don't try; losers try. I don't train losers. Stand up straight," she commanded.

Harry straightened up, pulling his arms back and assuming the posture Andromeda called "inspection."

She stood in front of him and examined his new, muscular physique, running her hands over his shoulders, chest, and abdominal muscles. "The System gave you a powerful body for a reason. While most women spend their lives without the blessing of having a man, let alone one who looks like you, almost every one of us secretly desires to feel the power of a man's body, especially when it comes to breeding. Not just any man's body, but a man's body."

Andromeda moved behind him, her hands grazing his muscles as she emphasized, "A woman's body is softer than a man's body. Even if it's just as strong, just as fit, or even stronger, it's different."

Her hands traveled down his thighs, and she continued, "Every woman who comes to you for breeding wants to feel it, feel those legs between hers."

She slid her hands to his waist and then to his arms, delicately touching his skin. "She wants to feel those strong hands on her body, those muscular arms surrounding her, making her feel safe. But she'll also want the man to take her, possess her in the most primal way."

Suddenly, Andromeda reached down and gripped Harry's stiffening cock. Harry's breath caught in his chest as she squeezed it firmly. "She wants to feel it between her legs, filling her in a way no artificial dildo ever could."

She released his manhood, and Harry felt a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"She came here to be with a man, to receive the gift of your seed within her womb, to be bred."

Andromeda stepped back, returning to stand in front of him. "Fucking is much easier than fighting, but the same principles apply. You were a good student and learned to fight well. Undoubtedly, you'll be good at fucking too," she said with a smile. "Eventually."

Her speech seemed to calm Harry's nerves and awaken his excitement. His erection was now noticeable, discreetly improving.

Andromeda turned towards the door, her hand resting on the handle. "Why don't you sit down and pour yourself a cup of tea? When Daphne arrives, chat with her for a few minutes. Get to know her better, try to make her laugh. I guarantee you she's just as nervous as you are, remember that."

With those words, she exited the room, closing the door behind her. Harry followed her advice, checked his appearance in the bathroom, and then went to pour two cups of tea, waiting for Daphne to arrive.

A knock echoed on the door. "Come in," Harry Potter said. The door opened, and Daphne Nott walked in, immediately closing it behind her. She stood there, completely naked, causing Harry to shiver in surprise. He had been told this would happen, but seeing a naked woman in person was a first for him. Daphne looked nervous as she closed the door, and her hands and arms moved awkwardly to hide her modesty. Her brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders, lighter than the usual dark Nott hair but far from blonde.

Harry rose from his seat, reminding himself to "control the battlefield." "Please, have a seat, and let's get to know each other. Despite the size of Hogsmeade, I don't think we've ever spent time together before."

Daphne walked over and took the indicated chair. As Harry moved across the room, he couldn't help but assess her figure. Like most women of childbearing age, she was in excellent shape, with a hint of softness in her abdomen. Her long, toned legs led to wide hips and a surprisingly slim waist. Her chest swelled above her waist, supporting large, firm breasts that subtly swayed with her movements. Pink nipples stood proudly on each breast, hinting at the chill in the air. Harry compared her body to both his previous male form and his current, still unfamiliar one. Daphne's body had curves that none of his bodies possessed, emphasizing femininity in an enchanting way. His gaze fixated on her breasts, slender waist, and graceful curve from waist to hips. Between her legs was her vagina, the place where, according to their arrangements, an erect penis would be inserted to create life. Harry felt an intense desire to explore her body and the allure of those tempting curves. He could feel himself getting hard, a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced.

Daphne sat in the chair, nervously crossing her arms on her knees. "I'm so nervous," she admitted with a trembling voice, "but also excited. I'm so glad you agreed to give me a child."

Harry smiled, privately wondering how much he had agreed to in the last few days. He leaned forward, reaching for his tea cup. "You want to know a secret, Daphne?" he whispered softly. "I'm nervous too." He leaned back, taking a sip of tea.

Daphne chuckled, her green eyes widening and locking onto his. Her laughter turned into full-blown giggles, causing her breasts to quiver enticingly. Harry felt himself getting even harder at the sight.

"Thank you, I needed that," Daphne said, reaching for her cup.

After the laughter, much of the nervous tension dissipated. They talked for a few minutes, getting to know each other better. Daphne, like Harry, was a Breeder's child. She had achieved the Chef class on her third attempt. While anyone could cook to some extent with practice, those in the Chef class excelled, capable of preparing much better meals and even offering bonuses or temporary stat enhancements. Daphne was working towards breaking into the E class but believed she was close. Once she achieved it, she and her partner Emery planned to open a restaurant in town.

Harry's curiosity grew, so he asked, "How did you and Emery decide who would come to me?"

Daphne chuckled again. "Well, both of us pitched in, but when we drew lots, I was lucky enough to be chosen first. Emery was selected fifteenth. We really hope you'll make it far enough for us to have our children together."

Harry Potter was genuinely surprised that a young couple consisting of two women had managed to save up for two breeding fees, even with a fifty percent discount. Ten silvers was a significant amount for a couple just starting out. "You must be hardworking to have saved so much silver," he observed.

Daphne leaned forward with a smile. "Actually, in a way, you paid for both of our breeding fees, and more."

Harry furrowed his brow in confusion. He couldn't recall agreeing to pay for someone else's offspring in his contract with the mayor. Daphne must have noticed his bewildered expression.

"We both bet on you getting the class," she explained. "Neither of us had ever bet before, but the odds were eleven to one, so we decided to bet two silvers. We had some set aside for starting the restaurant, but we thought that if we won, it would be easier for us. If we lost, we'd just have to work harder. And we won." Her excitement made her breasts bounce, which didn't go unnoticed by Harry.

"But now you've spent half of your coin on me. Won't that disrupt your plans to open a business?" Harry asked.

Daphne looked at him with a surprised expression. "Not at all, and if both of us reproduce and have children, we can open the restaurant within a year, just as we planned. With two children that other women in town can see, we'll be the busiest restaurant in the area," she explained, satisfaction evident in her smile.

"Not a bad idea I've ever heard," thought Harry. Daphne seemed comfortable around him, so he decided it was time to move forward. He stood up and extended his hand to Daphne. "Shall we?"

She hesitated briefly, then determination filled her eyes. Daphne reached out and took his hand. "Yes, I think we should." Just her touch sent a pleasant shiver through Harry. He had touched many girls and women in his life, but their contact had never brought him such intense pleasure. Harry didn't understand what was happening, but he definitely liked it. He wanted to experience more.

Gently assisting her to stand, Harry extended his left hand towards Daphne. At first, she appeared surprised, but then understanding washed over her face. She blushed as she brought his hand closer to her face, and her tongue sensually traced the rectangular contour while maintaining eye contact with Harry. It was a delightful sensation, another surge of pleasure coursing through him. They gazed at each other until Harry noticed the green glow reflecting in her eyes.

Both of them took notice of the test panel on Harry's arm, which was illuminating with a confirming green hue. The text on it read: "[Match confirmed, do both parties wish to commence breeding?]" A system message appeared in Harry's vision without summoning the status screen, which was a first for him. "[Do you wish to proceed with Daphne Nott's breeding? This match has been approved by the system.]" Harry mentally selected "yes," and the screen disappeared. Moments later, the text on the test panel was updated to "[Breeding in progress]." It was a bit peculiar, and Harry couldn't deny feeling somewhat uneasy.

For a few seconds, Daphne seemed like someone engaging with the system, presumably confirming her message. Now she stood there with an expression that seemed to combine excitement with fear. She rubbed her arms, causing goosebumps to appear.

Harry led her towards the bed and gently guided her to sit on the edge. He ran his hand through her hair and traced a finger along her ear, focusing on the earlobe. Lessons from the previous night had taught him that ears, especially earlobes, were a good and safe place to start pleasing a woman. Even the simple act of touching her hair and ear caused a tingling sensation right below his navel, a pleasant ache.