Harry found the professor who’d requested his services waiting for him on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
She was dressed a lot like a muggle explorer. She had safari shorts and a matching beige jacket, the top few buttons of which were undone. Beneath the jacket was a white t-shirt that her bust was bulging, so that her breasts were popping through her loose collar, resting atop the highest fastened button like it was a table.
Angelina’s black hair was wavy hanging down her back. In her right hand she held her wand. With her left, she was holding a rolled up map.
“You look like you’re going on a safari,” Harry said.
Angelina raised an eyebrow. As a student, she’d been cute, but she was truly beautiful now that she’d matured into a woman. She had always been fit, with toned legs and forearms that rippled when she squeezed something. Harry could see them right now. They were poking out of her rolled up sleeves.
“A professional never underestimates the danger of an expedition,” Angelina said. “That’s how you lose an eye, or more. Just because it’s on the Hogwarts grounds doesn’t make the Forbidden Forest any less wild. It’s the most dangerous wilderness in all of Britain. All kinds of magical beasts have established populations within it, brought here by wizards over the years.”
“Oh, I know,” Harry said.
Angelina’s predecessor in the Care of Magical Creatures professor position had been one of the chief causes of that phenomenon. Hagrid was a lovely man, he just never possessed the best judgement. His new job working with magical creatures in their natural habitat for the ministry (a position Kingsley Shacklebolt personally recommended Hagrid for) was a much better fit for the man.
Hagrid could handle the fallout of treating dangerous creatures like puppies. His students weren’t always so well equipped.
“You say you know that,” Angelina said, “but it looks like you aren't so well equipped yourself.”
Harry was wearing ordinary robes that he might teach in. The only part of his outfit that had been upgraded compared to usual were his boots. Instead of ordinary shoes, he was wearing tough leather things that ran past his ankle and easily handled any kind of rocky terrain.
“I have all that I need,” Harry said.
He produced his wand. Angelina looked at it, recalled what he could do with it, and was forced to nod, remembering why she had called Harry along.
“I suppose you’ll be fine.” She tried to sound grudging and failed. “Come on, Harry. We’ve got research to do!”
Harry followed Angelina into the forest. He was grateful for her quick, lengthy stride over the rough ground. Now that she’d turned around her ass made for a lovely view, so it was nice to walk behind her.
“You haven’t told me where we’re off to,” Harry said.
“I suppose I haven’t,” Angelina said. “There’s a dangerous creature in these woods that I’ve been DYING to research. I’m particularly interested in their breeding habits, I just haven’t been able to document them. The deep parts of the forest are a bit much for me. Hagrid could handle it, but well…”
“He’s Hagrid.”
“Yes, exactly,” Angelina said. “In order to go as deep as I want to and research the way that I need to, I have to have a partner. I chose you to provide the muscle.”
“That’s something that I shouldn’t have any trouble lending,” Harry said.
Angelina looked back at him. She caught him watching her ass but didn’t comment on it. A smile broke across her lips. “I’m counting on it.”
The trip turned into a significant hike. Apparition was blocked within the forest as it still counted as grounds belonging to the school. However, if you looked at it on a map, the forest was so extensive that it was larger than the rest of the grounds put together. Angelina took Harry along what (at first) might’ve resembled a path. Eventually the two of them followed an incline and climbed a small mountain in the forest’s deeper parts. A hill was most likely the correct term, however that didn’t get across the ruggedness properly. Whatever it should’ve been called, it possessed rocky and rugged terrain so inhospitable that even many of the forest’s denizens avoided it. Angelina led Harry to a cave between two large slanted rocks, then took him inside.
Thus far, they’d had no issues with any attacks from any kind of monster. Harry hadn’t even had to draw his wand. Magical creatures were often sensitive to magic, even more than wizards, so they could sense things that a human might not be able to. For example, they could tell that this man was not someone to be fucked with.
Harry was very happy with that arrangement. He never enjoyed killing beasts who were just looking for a meal.
On the topic of beasts…
“Angelina, what kind of creature did we come all this way to study?”
“A dangerous one,” Angelina said. “It has the most complex mating rituals of any animal in the world! I’ve never studied one in my class, but recently I started to take a closer interest.”
Harry looked around, seeing almost nothing inside the dark cave. “They live here?”
“They’re in this very cave right now,” Angelina said. “No magic right now. Let’s go deeper.”
Light faded, then made a comeback as they reached a gap in the rocks overhead. The light was pale by the time it filtered down to the floor of the cave. It was enough to see by. Fascinatingly, the cave didn’t look completely abandoned. There was a mattress (completely clean) next to a muggle lantern. Angelina went down on her knee and pulled a match from the pocket of her jacket. A moment later the lantern was throwing brighter, orange light across the surroundings. Harry was mostly focused on what was next to the mattress.
“Is that a tripod?” He focused on the blinking light atop the three spindly legs. “Is that a video camera?”
He heard a sound and watched Angelina’s unbuttoned jacket hit the floor. When she stood up, she hauled off the white shirt she had been wearing underneath. The orange light made her skin look like bronze. Her large, pert black breasts were locked behind a straining navy bra.
“There’s one more thing I need your help with, Harry,” Angelina said in a guttural voice.
“I have a guess what that might be,” Harry said. “The breeding?”
Angelina pushed her pants down, bending over in front of the recording video camera. The reason she didn’t want him to use magic was so that the technology wouldn’t short out. She wanted to fuck and she wanted to film it.
Like the forward girl she had always been, Angelina came straight toward him and grabbed his robes, starting to tear them off his body.
Harry let her.
“A very dangerous magical beast, huh?” he asked.
“You’re more dangerous than any creature my students study,” Angelina said. “And we’re both magical, are we not?”
“You said I was here to provide the muscle.”
“Yes. These,” Angelina said hungrily, groping his arms as she pulled his robes off. “Now that you’ve provided them, I’ll be sure to put them to good use.”
She grabbed the undershirt that went with his robes, giving it a fierce yank to drag it over his head. Once it was gone, she locked him in a ravenous hug, putting her mouth on his pecs
Angelina unshyly slurped on Harry’s body, moving lower one bite at at time. She reached her knees before long. Harry’s belt came off, unclasped and dragged off in two moves. Angelina undid the button and brought the zipper to the bottom just as quickly.
All too soon she had Harry’s dick out on front of her face. Parting her lips, she pushed herself forward and took his length inside of her mouth. Before she had sunk far Harry stopped her.
He’d made a fist with some of Angelina’s black hair mixed in between his fingers. He dragged her head back until his dick popped free from her mouth. The tip was shining with her spit while Angelina looked up at him with aroused, stormy eyes.
“You aren’t going to mate that way,” Harry said.
Angelina used the intermission to get rid of her bra. She unclasped it while talking.
“Didn’t I tell you?” she said. “These particular creatures have the most elaborate mating rituals in the world. They’ve picked up all kinds of tricks.”
She tossed her bra away. Her breasts swayed a little bit as gravity took hold on them. Her nipples looked like chocolate.
“I’m going to suck your dick until you cum in my throat,” she said, “then we’re going to shove your slobbery shaft into my pussy the way I’ve been dreaming of for years.”
“Oh?” Harry asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“Don’t play coy,” Angelina said. “Every damn witch in Britain has wanted to fuck you for years, and you damn well know it. Now let me suck your cock. I was just getting used to the taste.”
Harry let go of her head. True to her word, she came at his manhood once again, gulping it down. This time he could feel her nipples on her thighs. Angelina bent her back, popping her ass out as she got right under Harry’s crotch. Her lips held his dick at a downward angle while she pushed her lips up and forward. The camera was still blinking, filming everything. Harry put his hands—gently—on the back of Angelina’s head. The fit witch gagged as she sucked him off. Once she understood how far she could safely go, she went faster and tested the limits of her throat.
Harry watched her. His gaze wasn’t dispassionate. There was just something firm about it. Angelina saw this and shivered.
By now, with all that he had seen, Harry had earned some kind of sixth sense about what witches wanted. Each of them were different. Daphne wanted assurance, Susan wanted tender care, Lavender wanted someone as shameless as she could be. Things like that.
Angelina wanted an animal.
Not the wild, unnameable kind. She wanted to be an animal too. They already were; humans were animals. She just wanted to strip away those complexities she had talked about.
Man. Woman. Desire. Action.
Once it all boiled down, that’s what was left.
So Harry kept his face stony. He didn’t hide his desires. In fact, the whole point was that he didn’t dress them up. He let Angelina suck his dick until it felt good enough to spray cum down her throat. Angelina gurgled to swallow it all.
After that, they kept the momentum going. Angelina pulled his pants down to his ankles. Harry stepped out of them, leaning over her at the same time. He bent her over and gave her pants a fierce yank. They didn’t even have to be unbuttoned for him to get them off. Something popped, then they were sliding down Angelina's body. He tore her panties off of her thick brown bum right after. Animals didn’t need clothes.
Angelina put thought into this. Clearly, she had made preparations. The mattress that lay in the cave was fresh and completely undirties, clearly having enchantments worked on it, while the camera that had been set up was videoing flawlessly. The fact that it could turn on at all meant she had brought the mattress in first, then the camera in a second trip. Magic fried technology of that kind if you weren’t careful.
Angelina had been careful. She wanted to make this moment perfect. Harry appreciated that, even as they ignored half of her preparations.
In the light of the lantern, Harry grabbed her hair. Angelina growled out loud as he plunged into the wet trap of her pussy. The spit on his dick was barely necessary with how soaked she was. Harry clashed against her ass when the thrusted. Her thick cheeks shook independently of each other, looking like gelatin.
“YES! YES! YES!” Angelina said, before words left her.
Both of them stopped speaking, unless you counted growls and grunts. Angelina’s elbows were pressed into the cave floor. A musk was infiltrating the air, slowly growing to the point it competed with the stench of earth all around them. Their shadows were spread across the wall behind them, the large shapes exaggerating each movement as Harry fucked her. His dick went in deep and pounded against something sensitive. Angelina’s groans turned into higher pitched moans.
Eventually, Harry pressed himself against her back. He bent forward, similar to the way that Angelina was, morphing their figures into one. He bit her neck. He could feel her warmth against his chest and ESPECIALLY around his dick, where it squeezed down on him from all sides. The ground was coarse and uncomfortable against their knees; neither of them cared.
Angelina whipped her head back. Harry’s mouth was still pressed against her neck. He bit down harder, really sinking his teeth in. The upward jerk of Angelina’s neck had scattered her dark hair against Harry’s skin. He could feel strands tickling him.
He took his palms off of the floor and trusted his knees Angelina’s strength to keep them up. Harry grabbed her tits, one for each hand. They were large enough to fill his palms and squeeze between his fingers, but small enough that he could encompass them in his grip, unlike Susan or Lavender’s breasts. Harry gave them a firm squeeze. Angelina was still moaning, the noises coming out sharply and unevenly. She sounded like an exotic bird that would be native to MUCH warmer climes.
Harry squeezed her sensitive tits with strength that made her body buckle. Angelina got louder. They might’ve ignored the mattress, but they were still on camera. Harry finally left her neck alone, and the absence of his teeth made Angelina look at him. He skimmed her thoughts. What did she want out of this?
A memory. It came to him almost instantly, since it was the only thing she was thinking of. One by one, she had noticed her coworkers realize a dream she’d long held. Angelina had been shy about him, Harry realized, which was astounding. He hadn’t known she could be shy about anything. Angelina worried that if she told him what she really wanted, Harry would shun her. She’d lose a friend.
Because deep down inside, she had always wanted this. Him on top of her. His dick inside her. Feeling him bruise her womb, knowing what was coming. She wanted his seed. She wanted his child. She wanted the man she looked up to, who she respected and cared about more than any other, to fulfill her primal needs. She wanted to be bred.
Harry rose up, straight on his knees once again. He put a hand directly on the middle of Angelina’s back. When he pressed down, her arms folded. Her chin rested on the cave floor. She arched her back, raising her ass, and Harry grabbed each of those jiggling cheeks, taking one in each hand the way he had with her breasts.
Harry squeezed. He twisted to reafirm his grip. He slammed his dick in as deep as it would go, making Angelina scream. Harry blasted her pussy with cum.
The cave became extremely quiet as he slowed down and stopped thrusting. They were both panting, Angelina doing so slightly louder. The slow flashing light pulled Harry’s attention. He turned, focusing on the video camera, and walked over to it.
It got a perfect shot of his nude form as he took it off the tripod. Harry carried it with him through the cave, returning to the place he’d been. There, he aimed it carefully, recording the view he had of Angelina.
Bent, sore, and leaking. Bred. Although it wasn’t a very “animalistic” gesture, he slapped her ass. Angelina didn’t mind. It was a dominant gesture. His touch made her cunt moisten even more.
Harry pulled her up with a hand on the back of her neck. He made her go up straight on her knees like he was. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he held the camera in front of them and turned it around, capturing their faces lit with the lanterns orange light.
Together, their two sweaty faces smiled for the camera.