Harry woke up from a very pleasant night of sleep… And discovered that his hands had been cuffed.
There were manacles around his wrists, chaining him to the headboard. When he tugged with his arms, he discovered that he could move them less than an inch. He was also not alone in bed.
“Awake?” asked a beautiful witch with exotic dark skin.
Padma Patil was wearing Ravenclaw robes as if she were a student. Although if any student wore them like this, they would have earned detention and then some. The sexy Indian witch had her robes unbuttoned and was wearing nothing underneath, so that they hung open and completely failed to shield her modesty.
Padma’s nipples were dark on her respectable C cup breasts. She really was one sexy witch, Harry mused, looking at her cute face. Padma had a fairly narrow face and big soft brown eyes.
This morning, she was also lounging over Harry’s rather uncovered lower body, stroking up and down along the length of his dick.
She must have started before Harry woke up; his dick was already hard. In fact, that might have been what woke him in the first place.
“Morning, Professor Patil,” Harry said.
“Good morning Professor Potter,” Padma said. “Would you mind assisting me in a bit of research?”
Harry jingled the chains around his arms. “Do I get a choice?”
“Of course you do.” Padma was still jerking his dick. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your research…”
Harry had been gripped by a very pleasant dream right before waking up, one that involved an entire coven of veela. Frankly, with the mood he woke up in, Padma’s palm felt like heaven, and he had no wish to say anything that would make her let go.
The beautiful Indian witch smiled.
“Wonderful!” she said. “I’ve been studying Egyptian runes quite heavily for the last few months. It’s boring work. Memorization, mostly. Still, as an educator, I always strive to shore up gaps in my knowledge.”
“And where do I come into this?” Harry asked, his voice a tad strained. Padma’s hand had only been speeding up.
“I’ve reached the phase where I need to test my application abilities,” Padma announced. “The runes were most often written in blood… But the magic is the same no matter what bodily fluid is used.”
“Fascinating,” Harry said. “What kind of effects do those runes have?”
“Oh, all sorts of things,” Padma said excitedly. When it came to runes, her passion was unmatched. “But I’ve honed my study, in particular, on fertility. It was one of their most advanced disciplines.”
“And how do you plan to apply these runes?”
Padma developed a deviously smug smile.
“Like this, obviously,” she said.
Padma sank down on her stomach. She’d cast aside Harry’s blankets long before he woke up. Her robes slipped lower on her body, exposing her brown shoulders. Padma held Harry’s dick up so that the tip was pointing toward the ceiling and opened wide, sticking out her tongue.
She began running her tongue over her. It felt good, and also a bit distinctive. It was like someone was painting on Harry’s manhood. Padma’s tongue moved with precision, because of course it did. She was spelling out complex shapes with saliva.
Everywhere that Padma’s tongue traveled, Harry felt a slight electric buzz in its wake.
“While I’m very willing to assist in your discoveries, was it necessary to chain me up?” Harry asked.
It took a long time before Padma answered. She carefully made sure to finish the chain of runes she’d been working on. Line by line, starting at his tip and moving toward his balls, Padma was illustrating her runes.
When she finally reached a stopping point, she leaned to the side and gazed at Harry, her eyelids resting just above her pupils.
“Yes,” Padma said.
“Why?” Harry asked next.
“Because otherwise, there’s no way you’d be able to stay still!” Padma said, seeming like this was quite obvious.
As Harry took better stock of his situation, he realized that his ankles were also chained in place. He hadn’t been focusing on them, given the beautiful witch who’d been stroking his very turned on dick, so he only recognized it now. All four of his limbs were being held down.
Without explaining anything else, Padma went back to working on Harry’s dick with her tongue.
She made three fresh lines of runes. With each passing stroke, that electric charge Harry had been feeling got stronger and stronger.
Finally, Padma gave a flick and leaned back. Harry grunted out loud. Did she have an electric eel for a tongue?
“Padma, are you DOING something down there?” Harry asked.
“I’m testing my runes,” Padma said. “And now, it’s time to activate them!”
“No,” Harry said, “I meant something to do with electricity, or a feeling like that—”
He couldn’t finish his question. Padma unhinged her jaw, opened up her mouth, and completely swallowed his dick, going all the way to the bottom.
Harry had been deepthroated before. Not TOO often, since his size was more than many women could handle, but he was no stranger to the experience.
He’d never felt something like this.
“Hmph!” Padma grunted triumphantly, kissing the base of Harry’s manhood.
Immediately, Harry howled. He finally understood why she’d chained his limbs.
It was reminiscent of the feeling when you cum after having been right on the cusp for an extremely long time. That moment of release, where heat spreads out through your whole body.
Only this time, Harry experienced it a thousand times longer. He felt it in his toes, his legs, his stomach, his chest, his neck, even inside his head.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
His scream sounded like he was in pain. That wasn’t it. The pleasure was just so intense and overwhelming that it elicited the same reaction.
After deepthroating him once, Padma had sat up and pulled her mouth off, watching excitedly to see the results.
Harry’s dick was glowing. The runes she had carefully applied were now visible, shining with a mahogany light. Padma watched excitedly, Harry’s fiercely pleasured bellow sounding like music to her ears.
“Success—” Padma said.
Harry’s dick was sticking up without her even touching it. Padma had begun the process of shedding her robes, preparing to climb onto him. Every vein on Harry’s thick penis had swollen out. It twitched three times in quick succession. Then, before Padma could finish celebrating her successful application of this magic, his cock erupted.
It was like a hose was going off. Even Harry, a stellar specimen when it came to this kind of dirty business, had never cum close to this much.
It went all over Padma.
She was sprayed with his seed, lathered in it, and completely blasted. Padma found herself the recipient of a facial so thick and plentiful that it soon ran down her body in a dozen different streams. She had to blink heavily in order to not get it all within her eyes.
“It seems… The results were… More effective than anticipated,” Padma mumbled. “The sources didn’t mention that the volume would be magnified to such an extent. In essence, this rune set served as an enhancement of male virility, boosting all the necessary components, from lust to fertility, as well as acting as an intense aphrodisiac…”
Padma’s babbling gradually trailed off as she noticed the way that Harry was looking at her. Although he had stopped cumming, his dick was still visibly enhanced, and twitching as it demanded additional attention.
Padma gulped.
“Professor Patil,” Harry said. “No—Padma.”
“Yes?” she asked.
“Let’s celebrate the fruits of your research.”
Before Padma’s eyes, the bindings that she had carefully picked out dissolved. The links of chain turned into a swarm of butterflies and fluttered past her. Padma shielded her face as the bugs went by.
When she lowered her arms, she laid eyes on Harry Potter, his libido magically enhanced (thanks to her) gazing at her with so much hunger that her stomach rumbled.
“Wait, Harry, I think I might have overdone it—” Padma said.
A second later, she was pinned on her back. Harry was on top of her. Padma, already covered in his cum from her face down to her breasts, gulped.
She looked down and stared at his swollen dick. It was resting on top of her stomach. She could FEEL the blood pulsing inside it. Measuring up to the tip, Harry’s dick came close to reaching her belly button.
“Do you want me to stop then?” Harry asked.
Padma reacted instinctively, shaking her head vigorously, scattering her black hair.
Harry slid his dick back and lined it up with the entrance to her cunt.
On the very first thrust, Padma came.
It was an intense orgasm. The kind that made her squeal and forced her eyes to roll back.
Harry was merciless. Before she was done squirting, he had already thrust again. He kept pounding away as if he was trying to bust into her womb with pure force. The entire time Padma kept thinking of the orgasm that drenched her body.
The next one wasn’t going to be any smaller, and it was going to go inside.
“So, professor,” Harry said, in a voice that was still hungry. “What exactly were these runes used for?”
“NGH! Ahng! Ahng! Ngh!” Eventually, even though her pussy was a wet mess, Padma managed to answer him. “PHAROAHS!”
“Pharoahs?” Harry growled curiously.
Padma was forced to grab onto his back. Her nails cut into his back, which he hardly felt, gripped as he was by such an intense wave of lust.
“Pharaohs would apply these runes… With the help of their concubines!” Padma gasped. “The records state they would make love to all of them, one after another! But… That’s not all!”
“Oh?” Harry asked.
Padma’s history lesson was put on pause as she came again. Her eyes bulged out, staring blankly at Harry until she managed to collect herself.
The whole time, Harry was slamming his dick into her without waiting.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
“The pharaoh’s blood couldn’t die out!” Padma exclaimed. “That was… The most important thing! They would use the ritual, and he would give birth to sons and daughters, so many that the next generation would be ensured!”
She climaxed AGAIN. Harry leaned down, looking into her eyes. Padma gazed back, cum still mixed into her eyelids and shining on her cheeks.
“Is that all?” Harry asked.
Padma took a shuddering breath.
“Twins,” she whispered. “Triplets. Quadruplets. None of the women gave birth to just one child. It was always at least two.”
“Fascinating.” Harry’s voice was gutteral; animalistic. “Then let’s test it.”
“Test it?” Padma whispered.
Harry stopped thrusting. Even that brief pause made her squeak slightly, wishing he would just keep going.
“If you did it right, then it should at least result in twins,” Harry said. “Any less, and we’ll have to try over again… In nine months. For research.”
“F-For research,” Padma whispered, her eyes wide.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The moment that Harry started moving again, Padma moaned and clung to him. She wrapped all four limbs around Harry, her arms around his back and her legs around his waist.
Harry kept thrusting.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
“HAAAAAARRRRRRYYYY!”
Padma’s scream was timed with the next eruption. Her eyes bulged out to comic proportions, feeling the absolute fertility bomb that just went off in between her legs. She came, naturally, then did so again, just from feeling Harry’s seed seep throughout her.
Impossibly warm, it was Padma’s turn to experience the electric feeling that her tongue had given Harry. It was raw fertility magic, seeping into her body.
Padma’s cunt was overly full. It couldn’t hold onto everything, with thick ropes of Harry’s cum having spurted around the edges of his swollen dick. She was coated, inside and out, with his seed.
A gentle touch on her cheek made Padma focus again. Harry had brushed her skin with the back of his fingers.
“Ready?” he asked.
Padma slowly realized that despite everything, he was STILL hard.
“Take responsibility,” Harry said. “You’re the one who got into this mess.”
She WAS a mess. His mess.
Padma reestablished her grip on him, tightening her limbs.
“Use me,” she whispered.
By the time Harry was done with her, twins felt like a minimum.