Despite outward appearances, and the energy she generally gave off, Aspasia Greengrass was not immune to some of the more intense experiences that she had to endure. She was human, just like every other witch, and had her own cravings and desires, which was why she immediately went to find Harry after arriving back at Greengrass Manor.
After all, she had just made an enemy of several political titans in the span of a few hours, thrown the entire British political scene into disarray, while also achieving everything she set out to do. As a result, she was stressed. She was on top of the world. And more than anything, she needed some good dick.
Coincidentally, she found just the person who could give her what she needed after turning a corner on the way to her bedroom.
“Hey, how did it go-” She didn’t let Harry finish, practically slamming her lips against his own.
“Bedroom, now.” She demanded, propriety forgotten. She didn’t care if the portraits of her ancestors surrounding them in that hallway gasped scandalously or berated her for such lewdness.
For his part, her future husband clearly understood what she wanted, as it wasn’t exactly hard to deduce. Then came the scramble for the both of them to get to the bedroom, both acting like foolish teenagers as they felt each other up along the way. She rubbed his bulge to get him ready, while Harry would belatedly give her ass and breasts a squeeze.
She barely remembered to close the door behind her after entering the bedroom, kissing her lover before pulling away to ready herself.
“Have a seat, I’ll be right back.” Hasty as she might be, Aspasia Greengrass did have standards for these things.
She entered her closet and almost tore her Wizengamot robe in her haste to get it off, not caring that it was an item of immense expense. Blue lingerie came next, as she put on one of her best pairs, custom-ordered from magical Paris and made of abraxan hair.
The regular beauty products came next, as she let loose her blonde hair and fluffed it out, secretly hoping that Harry would pull on it after putting her on her knees. The process of her quick beautification took longer than she’d hoped, but it was all worth it to see her future husband’s reaction.
Harry had already stripped down to his boxers, waiting for her on the edge of the bed. Aspasia only smiled at his readiness, kneeling down directly in front of the outline of his cock before pulling his undergarments away.
A hard and heavy shaft of male meat flopped out, ready to be worshipped. She felt a small amount of drool nearly escape her lips, hands coming up to grasp his cock. Perfect, this is just what I needed.
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His cock ached so hard that it was almost painful, excited to the point that it was rapidly becoming a more reddish color. He had no idea what was so exciting about this situation, as him and Aspasia had already fucked several times before, yet something felt different now.
Was it her tits? She wore a fancy lace bra, holding and framing her big boobs perfectly in a way that drew his gaze. Or perhaps it was the wicked look in her eye, the promise that tonight’s session would be different from the rest. Either way, his cock was harder than ever, and it wasn’t a complete mystery why.
After all, how could he not be hard seeing his future wife fitted out in luxurious lingerie?
Yet, as much as he wanted to study every inch of her body - especially with that fancy outfit she wore - the sensation of her hands jacking him off was stealing his attention.
Her hands greedily ran up and down his shaft, eagerly doing so in a way that made his head spin. The older blonde smiled wickedly up at him, possessing a wicked look in her eye. “Sorry if I’m eager. I just couldn’t wait to get my hands on this big fucking cock.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He grunted in response, because what else could he say?
“You just sit tight.” Aspasia’s hands stopped pumping, as she lined his cockhead up with her lips. “Now, I’m going to ram this thing down my throat, and you’re going hold me down until you fucking burst. I need this really badly, so make sure you blast your load right down my gullet.”
“Fuck.” This woman is something else.
GLUUUUURK
She really did ram herself down, lips stretched obscenely and eyes crossing as the gorgeous blonde inhaled him. Even if he was expecting it, he was still surprised, biting back a yell of shock as his hands unconsciously went to the back of her head.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
His fingers threaded into her blonde hair as he felt almost faint, all while she slobbered and choked him down. He chanced a look down, and nearly gaped at the fight. Slobber and spittle got everywhere as she literally choked herself on his cock, coating his shaft and falling down to land on her cleavage.
“Y-You…” He murmured, watching as small tears left her eyes and made a mess of her mascara and makeup. Yet Aspasia didn’t care, solely focused on cramming every inch of cock into her throat.
GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK
The noise was obscene, and became even more devastating when she took him all the way to the base and began slamming herself up and down his pole. She devoured his entire length, lips brutally stretched around his immense girth as she pistoned back and forth without restraint.
Harry couldn’t help it, his fingers tightening on her hair as he began to guide her. He slowly tightened his grip as it went on, the lust taking over, as it wasn’t Aspasia but rather him that was moving her maw up and down his cock.
GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK
He panted in heat, his other hand moving down to grip her skull. Both hands on either side of her head, gripping hard and pulling her hair as he rammed himself into her. It was brutal and filthy, using her mouth and throat akin to a cunt for his cock, all the while he solely focused on his release.
“Look at you, sucking on my cock.” His words sounded like those of a beast, snarling. “You said you wanted me to blow my load down your throat?”
“MPH-HMM!” She moaned in agreement around his cock.
“Fuck!” He fucked her face faster, cock twitching and vibrating as he felt his balls swelling. His orgasm came fast and hot, arms sporadically thrusting his length into her before pulling her head hard against his crotch.
He could see the way her cheaks bloated as he came, throat bulging as his shaft swelled in size, monumental load being sprayed straight down her pipe as she was forced to guzzle it all down.
When he pulled back, Aspasia gasped for breath, but still smirked as if deeply satisfied by the messy way he handled her. Or rather, did she handle me? Whatever.
He thought she would need a moment to recover, but she didn’t. Instead the blonde stood, before taking off her lingerie piece by piece as he watched on. First came her bra, freeing those big wobbling tits, followed by her garter belt and then panties.
The woman moved onto the bed the, getting on all fours. She looked back at him from that position on her hands and knees, hands coming around to spread her large ass agape.
“Come over here and fuck my ass.”
His mind promptly shutdown at those words, body moving on autopilot as he slowly crossed the room and got onto the bed behind her.
He stared down at the sight of the gorgeous naked MILF with her ass pushed out and ripe for the taking. His cock was already hard and ready to go again, desperate to embed itself in her most deprived hole.
Without thought, he pushed in, and nearly cursed at how tight it was. Her ass felt like a boa constrictor around his cock, whereas her pussy had comparably felt like a glove. It was only through sheer force of will that he continued on, the thought of pulling out and giving up too terrible to entertain.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight.” He grunted, having to hold her sides for leverage in order to force more of himself in.
“D-Don’t be gentle - Ruin me!” She got out.
SMACK
His hand cracked hard against her ass, making her gasp.
“You don’t want gentle, huh?”
His fingers dug into those breedable hips, hard enough that he would leave a mark. But Harry had a feeling Aspasia wanted to come out of this fucking feeling sore and broken. She wanted to feel filthy and depraved, to feel ruined by his cock, and he would make her desires a reality.
He wasn’t gentle, pulling slightly back before ramming himself forward with all his might. Yet he only managed to clear a few more inches, her asshole simply being that tight.
“GAH!” Her head shot upwards.
SMACK
Huge assmeat rippled and bounced at his spank, the sweat of her body raining onto the bed below. Yet Harry continued to ram himself into her, gripping her hips hard as his mind solely focused on making her take every inch.
“Y-YOU’RE STRETCHING ME SO MUCH!” Aspasia roared.
“God damn…” He muttered out, body feeling weak as he fed himself into her.
PLAP
He felt his hips collide with her bum finally, signaling he really had taken her all the way. Yet he didn’t let her adjust, pulling back before slamming forward once again. Then again. Before building up a steady rhythm as his hips collided with that fat ass.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
He had fucked Aspasia doggy style before, and always loved the view of her bouncing ass. But there was something else about taking her like this. Those humongous cheeks clapping and rippling form the force of his thrusts, the smack of his thighs against her bum making it even more devastating and turning her booty red.
And then there was the noise, which was usually moans, but tonight was only screams of pleasures.
“Fuck! FUCK! HAAAARRRYYY!” She screamed her lungs out as he fucked the shit out of her. “YOU’RE TAKING ME! YOU’RE TAKING MY ASS!”
“Damn right I am.” He almost felt disbelief to be in this situation, body acting on its own.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
It wasn’t his brain but instead lust that drove him, the idea of burying his load deep inside her deprived hole simply too exciting.
And then there was the feeling, not a cunt but a vice, trying to squeeze the load out of his poor aching cock. Yet it was working, as Harry felt his orgasm coming faster than ever before.
“G-Gonna cum.” He got out weakly, feeling her own juices squirting out against his ballbag. Did she just cum from this?
“IN ME!” Lady Greengrass roared. “FILL ME ALL THE WAY!”
“GAAAH!” Harry’s head shot upwards as he roared, the sensations and pleasure finally being too much for his male mind to handle.
SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT
He came so hard he could hear it, rocketing his juices down his shaft and probably into her intestines. It felt like gallons of jizz were being deposited into her asshole, all while Aspasia let out one long scream of pleasure.
SCHLURK
The noise of him pulling out in one fell swoop was filthy but hot, the two of them landing on the bed and totally drained.
“Hehehe” The older blonde giggled at his side, looking crazily out of it. “Did you like coming in my ass?”
“Yes.” He admitted without shame.
He couldn’t help but glance down to see her cunt - or rather, the other hole - seeing it was agape and leaking his fluids. That was a sight he tried to burn into his memory, knowing it would be perfect masturbation material for when he was back at Hogwarts.
“I-I really needed that.” She sighed, sounding very content with the pounding he just gave her.
“Oh?” He looked over. “Was the Ministry that bad?”
“The opposite, actually.” She smiled. “I got everything I wanted.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “We can talk about it tomorrow, as I’m completely drained. But there is something I need to apologize to you about beforehand.”
“What is it?”
She swallowed. “I told them about the muggles you grew up with.”
Harry stiffened in place. “What?”
“I know you didn’t want me to.” Her blue eyes met his own. “But it was the only way I could pull it off. The Light faction will pity you - yes, especially since so many of them lobbied to be your guardian after your parents died. The Dark faction despises muggles, so would intrinsically side with you over the issue. It was the only way to get the simultaneous support from both factions, otherwise it would’ve been much harder to get Sirius a trial.”
He grit his teeth, feeling an anger and frustration swell in his chest. But more than that, he felt embarrassed that everyone now knew about the Dursleys. The fact that his treatment at their hands wasn’t just known by only his close friends such as the Weasleys.
Yet, at the same time he thought of how he would give anything to get Sirius acquitted. Compared to years in Azkaban, of his Godfather being falsely framed and on the run, what was a little embarrassment on Harry’s end?
Besides that, he could hardly be mad at Aspasia after she just let him fuck her ass.
He let out a sigh. “I forgive you.”
“Thank you.” She genuinely smiled back, as the two soon drifted off to sleep.
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It was odd that he rarely slept in his own bedroom within Greengrass Manor anymore. Instead he had the pleasure of waking up with the bombshell Greengrass Matriarch at his side regularly. Or rather - he should say that Aspasia usually woke up first, getting her day of politicking and typical Lordship duties started early.
But not that day. Instead the blonde goddess was face down in bed with her hair messily splayed everywhere, the picture of a thoroughly exhausted woman who had been fucked stupid the night before. But eventually, his future wife did wake, dragging herself to the shower with him following not far behind.
He would be lying if he didn’t take some satisfaction in the way Aspasia limped down the hall to breakfast after that.
Groggily and quietly was the best description for breakfast at the manor. The four occupants of the Manor trying to wipe the sleep from their eyes over coffee and biscuits.
That didn’t mean he missed the new seating arrangements, with Daphne strangely choosing to sit at his side. Her chair was close enough to be considered proper, but still hovering in that zone of being questionable. Their arms weren’t touching but he could still feel her body heat, almost like she wanted to be near him but didn’t want to outwardly show it.
Owls arrived after a few minutes, specifically six of them, carrying news from all corners of the continent. Aspasia paid extra for every piece of news she could get - including Witch Weekly and the Quibbler, despite the two being considered rags by most. She was a politician after all, and had to be on top of of every ongoing event.
However, that didn’t stop Astoria from quickly snatching those two editions, flipping to the front page of Witch Weekly while Daphne and her Mother took their own copies of the Daily Prophet.
Astoria gasped. “You’re on the front page, Mother!”
“Am I?” Aspasia hummed, not sounding all that enthusiastic.
Harry happened a glance over at what Astoria was reading, before grimacing at the sight. He could never understand why women would read gossip rags. Even his aunt Petunia had frequently read magazines about the love life of the British Royal Family.
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GREEN WITH ENVY: WHO IS THE WOMAN WHO CAPTURED HARRY POTTER’S HEART?
Our correspondents have begun the investigation into the mysterious Lady Greengrass. What we have found is someone frightening to all witches wishing to woo the Boy-Who-Lived. A woman of impeccable beauty and prestige that is simply magical-
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“They speculate about your beauty regimen.” The younger brunette continued, as Harry dragged his gaze away from the article. “Even ask if your breasts are fake-”
“That’s enough, Astoria.”
“You- We, Are also in the Prophet.” Daphne didn’t seem to pay attention to her younger sister. The blonde’s expression was kept neutral and controlled as always, but Harry could see the strain in it. “Rita Skeeter paints us as a bunch of scarlet women.”
“Oh? Does she imply we lured Harry in with the combined force of feminine wiles and Slytherin scheming?” Astoria joked. “I’m not Slytherin, for the record, so technically my cunning was learned from Ravenclaw, which presumably makes me less of a threat.”
“Ravenclaw cunning?” Harry snorted in amusement.
“You were helpless, really. What chance did you have?” The brunette winked.
Despite everything, Harry felt the corner of his mouth itch upwards. He suppressed it though, because both Daphne and Aspasia seemed to be getting in worse moods the longer they read. Meaning whatever the Prophet wrote is bad for us.
“Daphne.” Astoria finally said after a while. “You’ve been glaring at that paper for five minutes.”
“I’m reading.”
“You must’ve read it four times by now.”
“I read many things multiple times.”
Failing to resist the urge, he leaned in slightly to read whatever article had captured Daphne’s attention.
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The Daily Prophet — Society & Scandal Edition
SERPENTS IN SILK: HOW THE WOMEN OF HOUSE GREENGRASS SANK THEIR FANGS INTO THE BOY-WHO-LIVED
By Rita Skeeter
I am sure that all of you, dear readers, are waking up to blaring headlines and urgent reports of the catastrophe that has taken place at yesterday’s Wizengamot meeting. And of course, all of them are saying some variation of the exact same thing:
Harry Potter has allied himself with Lady Aspasia Greengrass, and given her full control of his family’s Wizengamot seats.
How could this happen? By what mechanism has this elegant, silver-tongued noblewoman found herself in possession of proxies for not one, but two of the most significant magical houses in Britain — including the house belonging to Harry Potter, a young man who, by all accounts, had not the faintest idea such a seat even existed six months ago?
That, my dear readers, is the question of the hour.
Your correspondent has done her research, and found that Lady Greengrass has no known prior association with Harry Potter. She did not serve on any of the committees responsible for his welfare. She did not attend the school in his years - obviously. And she is not a member of any organization with which he is publicly associated.
Her daughter Daphne attended Hogwarts as a fellow student to Mr. Potter — they were in the same year, though in different houses — but sources from their year describe their interactions as “basically nonexistent” and “I don’t think they ever spoke, actually.”.
Her younger daughter, Astoria Greengrass, is one year behind the both of them.
One does have to ask how this could happen? Lady Greengrass is, by any measure, a formidable and attractive woman. She has the kind of self-possession that certain impressionable young men find rather overwhelming, particularly young men who have, perhaps, not had many positive female figures in their lives.
One is not suggesting anything improper. One is merely noting that Lady Greengrass is the sort of woman who tends to get what she wants, that Harry Potter is nineteen years old and reportedly inexperienced with admiration from older parties, and that the two of them have apparently developed a relationship close enough that he would hand her the keys to his political inheritance.
This is the woman who now holds the political proxy for Harry Potter’s Wizengamot seat. This is the woman Harry Potter apparently trusted with the keys to two of the most ancient and powerful houses in Britain. A young man who had no guidance, no precedent, no family counsel. A woman who has been playing this particular game since before he was born.
One is forced to wonder: at what point in their acquaintance did she decide he would be useful? And at what point did she ensure he felt something rather warmer than useful in return?
For Lady Greengrass is not merely formidably intelligent. Let the record reflect that she is a woman of remarkable appearance, having left men in awe regularly at her societal appearances over the years. And that beauty has only matured into something more considerable with age, the kind that has left her fellow witches envious at her appearance.
And for wizards of Harry Potter’s age? Let’s just say she is the kind of woman who makes a young man think with his lower head rather than the one between his ears.
Or, perhaps the Greengrass daughters played some role in the arrangement? Daphne Greengrass is - by all reports - a ruthless Slytherin who is not treated lightly by her fellow students. Just a beautiful as her mother - with a mean streak to boot - the Greengrass heiress has scorned many a suitor in her days.
In the interests of thorough reporting, I put this question to you, dear readers:
A young man without a family, without guidance, suddenly in contact with a house that includes not one, but two eligible young women of appropriate age and a mother whose political acumen is becoming terrifyingly apparent?
Perhaps it is more clear now how the sharks of House Greengrass sank their teeth into poor Harry Potter.
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“They didn’t hold back, huh?” He muttered after reading the article.
“Indeed.” The Greengrass Matriarch muttered. “It says a lot that this is the front page while Sirius Black’s impending acquittal was pushed back. No-doubt Fudge’s doing, as he’s always had an exorbitant amount of influence over the Prophet.”
“Still.” He took a sip of his tea, knowing there was one good thing they had going. “At least they don’t know about our marriage contract. Not yet, at least.”
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18
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