March 2026's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Astoria - I'm Going to Seduce Harry Potter

Astoria sat across from her parents at the dining table. Tea and scones and biscuits had been laid out and yet remained utterly untouched. Her father, Cyrus, remained as stern as he had from the start of this conversation. Her mother, Anastasia, at least showed some form of sympathy.

“It’s not that bad,” Anastasia tried to say, only to be cut down by Astoria’s furious glare.

“Not that bad?” She replied mockingly.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that,” Cyrus snapped harshly. “I had to follow the exact same rules that you did—”

“So you knew just how stupid they were?” Astoria raised an eyebrow at him.

A wave of emotions crossed Cyrus’ face before settling into something more calm. “I did what my family expected of me. And so will you.”

“Fuck this,” Astoria spat and stood up from here seat so quickly that the chair fell back behind her.

“Astoria!” Anastasia cried out, desperate for her youngest daughter not to leave on bad terms.

But Astoria didn’t care. As far as she saw it, the bad terms had been established long before she’d entered the table. “Goodbye, mother,” she said curtly. “I won’t be forced to marry someone against my will just to access our family’s wealth.”

“It’s not against your will!” Anastasia shouted as Astoria started to retreat from the room. “You can find someone, anyone you want to marry, and marry them!”

She’d tried. Earnestly, she had. In the last year since she’d graduated from Hogwarts, she’d gone on sixty-two dates. More than half had been organised by her parents with other pure-blood families. Those had been the worst of the bunch. The remaining dates had mostly been terrible as well, but six had panned out beyond just a first date. Of those, two had gone past a second. And only one had reached a third, which had sharply ended when he tried to grab her ass before she sat down for dinner at a lovely restaurant.

Men were the worst!

The few decent ones had been snapped up already, and those that remained were fine at best. Fine was good enough for a casual outfit or a quick lunch. Fine was not appropriate for the man you’d spend the rest of your life with. All Astoria wanted was someone who made her feel alive, and, as sad as it was to say, she couldn’t find that spark with anyone she’d dated. She really, truly tried, but it just didn’t work for her.

And now, after working for the Greengrass Corporation over the summer for years now and finally having completed her first full year of employment, she was being told that she couldn’t make any important decisions or withdraw any dividends from the company until she married.

Astoria was furious!

She stormed out of her family’s manor, ignoring the cries from her parents demanding her to return.

Fine, if they wanted her to marry someone, then she’d do exactly that. And once she had her inheritance settled, she’d cut ties with them immediately.

She apparated away, arriving at the flat she bought just after she graduated from Hogwarts. Sighing, Astoria trudged her way over to the enormous sofa she had in front of the fireplace and plopped down on it. A thick magazine that covered all of the eligible bachelors in the wizarding world sat on the table before her. Astoria had even added in photos and profiles on the muggleborns who continued to remain in the wizarding world after their graduation, but no one in the entire collection struck her fancy.

Well, none of them but one.

There was one singular man who’d ever truly held her interest. Harry Potter had been a fascination for every girl around his age, but he’d been something special for Astoria. She’d watched him from the moment she’d first attended Hogwarts, through his trials during the Triwizard Tournament, to his return to Hogwarts when he finally defeated Voldemort once and for all. He was glorious.

And he certainly had no interest in her.

Astoria was a shy witch, someone who kept to herself. Harry had a magnetic personality that drew people to him, especially after he defeated Voldemort. It wasn’t just his handsome face that made her care for him. His beautiful spirit mattered just as much.

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“Are you okay?”

Astoria tried to hold back her tears as she clutched her leg. She wasn’t sure if it was broken or not, but the pain within it stung her like nothing else, so she assumed it had to be. Deep scratches ran down the length of her left leg from the tree she’d clipped on her way down. The idea of moving was simply too painful, so she stayed still, clutching at her leg and hoping the pain would fade quickly.

From his broomstick, Harry Potter gently landed on the ground. He was a couple years older than her, but all of the girls knew about him. Astoria turned away, blushing shyly as he walked over to her side.

“That was a nasty fall you took,” he said gently. “Are your legs okay?”

“They’re fine,” Astoria lied as she tried to stand up. She made it three quarters of the way before a terrible pain shot out through her left leg and nearly made her collapse. She would’ve if not for Harry arriving just in time. He swooped in like a handsome hero from those romance books she read and caught her before she could fall back to the semi-frozen ground.

“Your left one looks bad,” he told her, smiling comfortingly. “I’ll take you up to Madam Pomfrey, that is if you’re not scared of me flying you up there.”

All Astoria could do was shake her head and let him carry her onto his broomstick. How many nights had she dreamt of a handsome wizard picking her up on his broomstick and flying her off into the sunset. Okay, maybe the infirmary wasn’t exactly the sunset, but it was romantic enough to stir something serious up in Astoria’s heart.

She tried to not look up at Harry’s face as he flew up to one of the windows that led into the infirmary, but Astoria couldn’t hold herself back. She found herself occasionally glancing up at his chiselled chin and that comforting smile on his face. She’d never seen him as happy as he seemed when he was flying. But before she could truly recount it to memory, she felt herself being passed through an open window into the infirmary.

“A broken leg?” Madam Pomfrey asked as she levitated Astoria over to a nearby bed.

Astoria paid her no mind. She was trying to look back at the window she’d entered from to witness her saviour one last time, but all she caught was his fluttering cloak as he flew back to wherever he’d initially come from.

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The Auror Department at the Ministry of Magic was a hive of activity. Despite Voldemort’s end, there were still dozens of dark witches and wizards to hunt down as well as the typical criminals who were trying to capitalise on the Ministry’s weakened state.

After a brief check of what she was carrying, Astoria was allowed passage into the department. She had a large tray of homemade biscuits, an extra-thick fudge brownie, and a treacle tart in her hands. It was, in her mind, the best way to ingratiate herself to Harry.

She was attracted to him, there was no denying that, but she wasn’t going to use him for her family’s goal to get her to marry. If she married him and got her inheritance, then she’d decide what to do with it with Harry. She wanted him by her side, to make the important decisions in her life with his input. Her parents could be damned for all that she could care for. All that mattered was having Harry Potter by her side. Even if her inheritance was withheld from her due to another obscure condition, Astoria wouldn’t care. She’d be with her man, and that was what was truly important in life.

Harry had a private office along the western wall. A series of glass walls revealed individual offices behind them. More than half were empty, but Harry’s was illuminated with gorgeous candlelight overhead.

Astoria knocked gently on the glass. Harry glanced up and waved her in with two fingers before looking back down at his work.

Not the greatest start, Astoria grimaced quickly, but she was sure to wow him soon. She pushed open his door and quickly slipped inside, letting the door close behind her.

“Auror Potter,” she smiled at him.

“Yes, Miss…” he trailed off, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red.

Oh Merlin, he doesn’t even remember me.

“I’m Astoria Greengrass,” she said, forging through the awkwardness.

“Right, right,” Harry murmured before clearing his throat. “Can I help you with something?”

His tone was so rigid and straight to the point. It made Astoria want to retreat and crawl into a hole to wait out her remaining days, but she knew that she couldn’t simply end here. She needed her Gryffindor courage to press forward.

“Yes, you can,” Astoria replied as she laid her tray of goodies upon his desk. “You could eat these for me.”

Harry looked down at them as he would a bug on the street. It made Astoria’s heart crack a bit, but she wasn’t willing to give up entirely.

“I’m a bit busy with work,” he told her as he glanced back down at the parchment on his desk.

“There’s no reason you can’t have a bit of a break,” Astoria replied hopefully.

Harry looked down again, and for an instant, she swore that she saw his eyes flicker with hunger.

“Why did you even bring these to me?” He asked her bluntly. “If there's a love potion laced in this, I’ll know.”

“Don’t you remember when I broke my leg and you carried me?” Astoria asked him quickly.

To her ultimate dismay, he showed no sign of recognition. His face was perfectly stoic, staring up at her like she was nothing more than a Gringotts banker reminding him of the rules of his account.

Astoria blushed from nervousness and looked away. Maybe this had all been a terrible mistake.

No! No! NO!

This wasn’t a mistake. She was putting herself out there, giving a shot at the last man in the world who might suit her. Maybe she’d come on a bit strong and he was just caught off guard. Yes, that had to be it!

Astoria smiled brightly at him as she pushed the tray closer to him. “Don’t worry about it,” she added when he didn’t reply. It didn’t matter if he forgot their past; their future was all that mattered now. “Just take these and enjoy them. Oh, and I promise I didn’t lace them with anything!”

She turned and left his office quickly, unable to hide her anxiety any longer. She practically skipped her way back to the entrance to the Auror Department, only to pause in the waiting area and turn back to stare at Harry’s office. She could kind of see his arm in there, but not much else.

Then, Harry stood up and left his office. He looked left and right, as though searching for her, and Astoria ducked to avoid his gaze. When she peeked back up, her heart nearly shattered as she watched him place her tray of goodies on a table next to a couple of kettles and several sachets of tea. He promptly turned around and went straight back to his office.

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Harry sat utterly perplexed in his office staring down at the plate he’d conjured. He’d put on a biscuit, half of that extra-thick fudge brownie, and a generous slice of treacle tart. It was a bit much for him to eat this late in the afternoon, but he always did have a sweet tooth. Besides, how could he turn them down when such a pretty girl had brought them in?

He still remembered the first time he saw Astoria Greengrass. She’d been falling from the sky and crashed through a tree before landing hard on the ground. It was sheer luck that he’d just so happened to be flying off by himself, ironically so that he could be away from people for a bit. Being a war hero meant that some people treated you differently or liked to snap photos of you while you were covered in soap in the shower…

Shaking his head to free that terrible memory from his head, Harry picked up the brownie and bit into it.

It was everything he’d imagined it to be: gooey, chocolaty, and oh-so decadent. He didn’t even realise that he was moaning in pleasure until he got an odd look from another Auror who was passing by.

Shrugging, he conjured a fork and broke off a slice of treacle tart.

He remembered thinking that Astoria had been quite pretty back then, but now she was simply beautiful. He wished that he hadn’t been so damned awkward when she’d been around, but it was really hard to string together a coherent thought while she was staring at him with those gorgeous eyes of hers.

Harry popped the slice of treacle tart into his mouth and leaned back in his chair in sheer happiness. He would try to do better with her next time.

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“Fancy seeing you here,” Astoria smiled brightly. She was trying to tone down her enthusiasm from last time, but it was just so hard when Harry was standing right there in front of her.

“Err, yeah,” Harry mumbled as he pushed the book he’d been looking at back onto the shelf.

Honestly, when Astoria caught him walking into Flourish and Blotts, she’d been overjoyed by her luck. Bringing him food hadn’t worked, but maybe talking to him in here could help her figure out his interests. Everyone knew that he liked Quidditch and taking down dark wizards but what else did he do in his spare time?

“Looking for something in particular?” Astoria asked.

“No, not really,” Harry shrugged. “Just browsing.”

Astoria glanced at the titles on the shelf in front of them. “The Ministry’s Secret War? Isn’t that part of a detective series?” Wow, she never would’ve expected him to be interested in novels like that!

“I think so. Hermione’s dad seems to really like them. I just got him the first four as a birthday gift a few months ago. Last I heard, he was nearly done with the third book. Figured I might pick up some more to give to him when I see him later this week.”

Astoria had to fight to keep the smile on her lips. “Hermione Granger’s dad? I didn’t know that you and her were still close.”

Harry started looking through the books again. “Of course we are.”

Right. The Golden Trio. Stupid! Stupid!

“I just meant with you going over to her house and meeting her parents,” Astoria quickly corrected. “I thought she was dating your other friend Ron.”

“She is, and he’ll be there too. The three of us go see her parents together.”

“Just the three of you?” Astoria asked.

“Yeah, just the three of us,” Harry glanced at her out of the corner of his eye with a frown. “Why?”

Trying to act as nonchalant as possible, Astoria pretended to browse the books alongside him. “If you were dating someone, I wondered if you would bring them over too. There’s always those rumours in the press about you dating some famous witch or another.”

“You shouldn’t read those types of things,” Harry’s frown deepened.

Of course he’d hate stupid tabloid articles about himself! Why did she even bring them up? Stupid! Stupid!

“I don’t,” she protested. “But my mum does and I see them laying around sometimes, so…”

Harry didn’t reply to that. He just plucked three books from the shelf and stacked them in his arms. “Well, it was nice seeing you again. Thanks for the goodies you brought.”

He started walking away so quickly that he didn’t see Astoria whither. “You’re welcome,” she sighed as he disappeared from sight.

Why did she have to be so bloody awkward?

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Sighing, Harry glanced at the clock over the shopkeeper’s head. He’d already been gone from the office for too long, but he hadn’t wanted to be rude and tell Astoria that he couldn’t talk to her. He was glad that he had the chance to thank her.

“That’ll be three galleons and six sickles please.”

As Harry reached in to hand over the money, he saw Astoria’s pretty brown hair dance in the wind as she walked past the nearby window. He was so caught up in her beauty that it took the shopkeeper clearing his throat before he remembered what he was doing and quickly handed over the coins.

Racing through the streets, Harry quickly made his way back to the apparation point and returned to the Ministry. By the time he got back down to the Auror Department, he was cringing at the time.

“I know, I know! Sorry I’m so late getting back,” he called out to Tonks, who looked more amused than anything. “I got held up at Flourish and Blotts.”

“Was there an attempted robbery?” Tonks snorted.

“No,” Harry shook his head. “I was just chatting with Astoria. She was the woman who brought the biscuits in last week.”

“Oh, her.” The way Tonks said ‘her’ reminded Harry of the exact same way that she cheekily poked fun at him when a witch came into the office and declared her undying love for him. “Did you thank her?”

“I did,” Harry confirmed, sensing a trap somewhere in Tonks’ words.

“And…”

Harry frowned. “And what?”

Tonks blew out a mouthful of air and put her hand on his shoulder. “You pitiful man. Did you ask her out on a date?”

Harry stammered in surprise. “A date?”

“Yes, you big dunderhead! She brought you biscuits and treacle tart—which everyone knows is your favourite!”

She also brought him a brownie too, but he didn’t think that bringing that up would help his case.

“The poor girl was flirting with you and you didn’t even notice, did you?” Tonks rolled her eyes.

“Flirting with me? She was just being friendly.” There was no way a girl as beautiful as her was interested in him.

“Look, I know that you’re a bit of an idiot when it comes to these things, so please just trust me on this one. I wasn’t wrong when I told you Pansy Parkinson was making a pass at you, was I?”

No, she wasn’t. Nor was she the time before, or the time before that, but still…

“Astoria was just being friendly,” Harry insisted. “She was just thanking me because a few years ago I saw her fall from her broomstick, so I carried her on mine and brought her to the Hospital Wing.”

Tonks threw her hands up in the air. “You’re hopeless!”

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Okay, she had it this time.

Bringing him gifts and asking about his interests hadn’t worked, so Astoria needed a new plan. So, thus came a more direct approach.

Daphne had helped her pick out a set of navy-blue dress robes that were simultaneously casual enough to wear for a night out at a pub and yet eye-catching enough to be sure to draw Harry’s attention. She had her hair in a single braid over her shoulder and light application of makeup on her face to complete the look. She knew that she looked well fit and that she’d be turning heads…

So why was she still stuck staring at herself in the bathroom mirror?

Astoria groaned loudly and gripped the edge of the sink, rocking back and forth.

“You can do this,” she muttered to herself.

Sucking in a deep breath, Astoria forced herself to turn and stride right out of the loo. As she pushed open the doors, a burst of noise struck her.

The Leaky Cauldron was always packed on Friday nights. Plenty of workers who’d just finished their shift came by for a pint or two or three while others opted for a hearty meal. According to Daphne, she’d seen Harry here with a bunch of his coworkers and friends here most Fridays.

And just as she’d seen when she’d first come in, he was over in the back of the pub where several tables had been pushed aside so that he and his friends could mingle. There were nearly twenty of them there, enough that Astoria could hopefully slip in easily and grab his attention, and Harry was thankfully near the back talking to another man.

Her feet carried her quickly and before she realised it, she was standing right in front of him. His eyes flickered over in her direction and then down to her dress before returning to her face.

“Astoria,” he blurted out in surprise. “What’re you doing here?”

“A friend of yours?” The other man chuckled. Astoria didn’t recognise him; he seemed a bit older than them, so odds were that he graduated from Hogwarts before she even attended it.

“Something like that,” Harry replied, looking strained. He quickly took a sip of his beer.

“I was just passing through and saw you in here,” Astoria lied with a pleasant smile. She leaned in close to him, close enough that he could smell her perfume and see a bit down the front of her dress. She wasn’t as blessed as her sister was in terms of how big her breasts were, but they were still large enough to draw Harry’s attention. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How’ve you been?”

“I… err… need another drink,” Harry muttered and quickly sidestepped around her.

Astoria turned and watched him leave, utterly flabbergasted. The other man gave a nervous titter and quickly escaped the awkward situation as well.

Was he just avoiding her now? Did he despise her? Honestly, Astoria couldn’t imagine any other scenario in her head.

Fine!

At this point, she didn’t even care about gaining access to her family’s fortunes anymore. She could make it fine out on her own. But she was absolutely incensed as to why Harry Potter was avoiding her so much!

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Harry was absolutely panicking as he picked up his fresh pint. Astoria kept showing up around him so much that it couldn’t simply be a coincidence. She absolutely had to like him the way Tonks kept saying she did.

But sweet Merlin did that ever make him nervous.

It wasn’t that Harry hadn’t ever gone out on dates or been with a woman before—he had plenty of experience with both—but there were certain women who just did something to him. Cho was the first; he always acted like an idiot around her at first, even when he really wanted to ask her out. And now Astoria was the most recent one. His fluttering heart wouldn’t let him clue into the obvious that she was interested in him, but now that he knew, he had to do something about it. He couldn’t let a gorgeous woman like her escape just because he was too nervous to do anything.

Sucking in a deep breath, he turned around only to find Astoria marching over towards him.

He smiled until he saw the furious expression on her face.

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“What is wrong with you?” Astoria raged as she stormed up to Harry.

He looked completely caught off guard. Good! She wasn’t going to stop until she’d said her fill.

“I bring you biscuits, a brownie, and your favourite treacle tart, and you just give them away to your coworkers without even thanking me until I ran into you again! Then, I try to talk to you in the bookstore, and you pretty much just brush me off and disappear! And I come up to talk to you tonight and you just run away! So what is it, Harry? What’s so wrong with me that I’m so utterly repulsive that you can’t stand to be in my presence for more than a minute?”

Harry looked panicked as she kept ranting louder and louder. People were starting to look over now, but Astoria didn’t care. She was fine to let them hear how Harry kept blowing her off again and again.

“I—”

Just as she went to continue, Harry darted forward and captured her lips in a kiss.

Astoria’s mind went blank in an instant. She kissed Harry back immediately and had to grab onto him as her knees went weak. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled away.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish several times as she tried to find something to say.

“That’s not an answer to my questions!” She told him as a heavy blush set across her face.

“I know,” Harry held his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, okay. It’s just…”

“Just what?” She prompted him.

“You’re just so pretty that it’s hard to talk to you,” Harry blurted out.

Astoria wished that someone was there right now to pinch her. Did Harry Potter really just call her pretty?

Suddenly, all of her rage vanished from her. “You think I’m pretty?” She asked, glee filling her tone.

“Well, yeah,” Harry said awkwardly. “I mean just look at you. You’re gorgeous. And I’ve really wanted to say something to you before but I just didn’t know how. I ate some of the treats you brought me, but there was so much that I couldn’t just eat them all by myself.”

She had gone a little overboard with those four-dozen biscuits.

“And then when we met again at Flourish and Blotts, I was running late to get back to work. And you just caught me off guard tonight. I wasn’t expecting you to be here, and you turn up looking like this and my mind just shut down completely. I didn’t mean to brush you off or avoid you. I just—”

That was everything that Astoria wanted to hear and more. Well, technically she would’ve preferred to hear him declare his undying love for her the moment they met, but this was good enough. She closed the gap and kissed him mid sentence. It was only fair, she supposed, and she’d waited long enough to do this.

When she pulled away, he had the exact same silly smile on his face that she had.

“Do you want to go out with me sometime?” Harry asked her.

Astoria laughed. “For you, anytime.”

“How about right now?”

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Their night out had been everything that Astoria dreamed of and more. That old heroic image she had of Harry didn’t entirely fade from her mind. Instead, it was complimented by an image of a surprising charming—when he wasn’t blushing at her, that is—intelligent, and gentle man who truly seemed as interested in her as she was in his.

Supper turned into a two-and-a-half hour-long affair as they talked about everything and anything: their lives, their jobs, and Astoria even brought up the truth about the fact that she had to marry in order to gain access to her family’s fortunes. Of course, she was still being paid, so it wasn’t like she was going to be a pauper, but she had dreams of redefining the Greengrass Corporation for the twenty-first century.

Harry had laughed and joked that she could find a very willing husband if she just offered to pay off some random bloke, but Astoria made it clear that she didn’t want anyone except for a man she truly fancied to be her husband. Harry had froze at that, his nervousness getting to him for a second, before he smiled at her and said that he had a similar policy in mind.

It really shouldn’t have been a surprise then that after a walk through Diagon Alley, they ended up back at Astoria’s flat.

Everything happened in a cloud of lust-filled haze. Their brimming feelings for one another finally burst at the seams, and Astoria ended up in Harry’s arms as he carried her past her sofa and off to her bedroom. She felt dizzy as she dug her nails into his back, feeling his tongue rattle against hers. Then, she was suddenly being lowered onto her back on her bed.

Astoria wanted Harry to take his robes off—she’d been dreaming of what his bare chest would look like for weeks now—but he suddenly disappeared from view as he slid down her body. She was almost ready to protest his actions when he spread her legs apart and she felt his warm breath misting across her inner thighs.

The image of his messy raven hair between her thighs would be a sight that she’d remember forever. He hiked up her robes to her waist and began teasing her by running his fingers ever so close to her panties. She wanted to tell him to get on with it, but her words stuck in her throat. She was so excited that she could barely breath, and she knew that Harry wouldn’t leave her wanting for long.

“Ah,” Astoria moaned softly as Harry finally slipped a finger underneath her panties. The wetness that was collecting on her labia tried to make the fabric cling to her, but Harry gently pulled it away and revealed her pussy to the air. It felt so cold that she nearly shivered, but then Harry’s warm breath ignited a new fiery spark within her that kept her going.

Everything felt just right. Her nipples were swollen and sensitive within her bra but in the best way possible, her sex felt like it was aflame with a comforting heat, and her mind was dizzy with lust as Harry finally gave her a tentative lick. His tongue dragged itself slowly up her slit until he found her precious clit.

With only her fingers to compare the experience to, Astoria was utterly overwhelmed the moment that Harry’s tongue began to circle around her clit. He was smooth and gentle in his motions, only ever applying enough contact to extract a moan from her lips before he darted away again. But even that was enough to make her grab fistfuls of his hair to hold his head in place. She was desperate for so much more.

“A bit more,” she squeaked out, and Harry gave her exactly what she asked for.

His tongue lapped at her clit more directly, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body and locking her limbs into place. Her grip tightened on his hair, but he just kept licking until he senses it was too much and backed off for a moment to give her a reprieve. Momentary as it was, Astoria was at least able to catch her breath before he repeated the cycle all over again.

But just before it could become a normal routine, Harry pushed a finger inside of her tight hole. She was so wet that he slipped in without much resistance, but he didn’t go far before he curled his finger upwards and sent stars through her vision.

He suckled at her clit softly and kept teasing his finger inside of her, finding her weak point easily, which left her squirming in ecstasy. Again and again, she begged him for more, and he kept giving it to her until everything nearly exploded. And at that moment, Harry pulled away from her.

“You bastard!” Astoria exploded as she opened her eyes. “I was so close and—”

The words fell from her mouth as Harry shed his clothes and revealed his long, thick cock. The tip bounced off of her knee.

His cock looked enormous, and for all of the toys that Astoria had ever played with, none had been quite this large. But she wasn’t about to let her nervousness ruin a good thing again. She spread her legs wide and opened her arms up to him, and Harry eagerly climbed on top of her.

“Oh, fuck,” Astoria trembled as Harry pushed his cock slowly inside of her. He was stretching her out so much that she felt like she was going to burst, but the sensation was mixed with some of the greatest pleasure that she’d ever felt in her life. He kept going until he had nowhere else to go, and Astoria couldn’t help but sit up a bit and look down at where Harry’s massive cock was inside of her.

Harry’s face was screwed up in pleasure, and his grip on her hips tightened, but he remained perfectly in place as she adjusted to his size. The uncomfortable feeling faded after several seconds, and she squeezed around his cock, truly feeling every inch that was inside of her. She pulled his body closer to hers and whispered in his ear.

“Fuck me.”

It felt like all shackles were taken off of him as he reeled back and then slammed into her so deep that Astoria’s brain turned into mush. His cock rammed inside of her lithe frame again and again as he gave her exactly what she asked for, leaving Astoria caught in a whirlwind of pleasure that almost took away her ability to speak.

Each thrust shot the air out from her lungs and out of her mouth. Astoria wrapped her arms tightly around Harry’s shoulders, worried that he’d fuck her so hard that she’d actually fly away from him across the bed. He felt too damned good to be real, but here he was, doing the most incredible things to her.

Astoria tore open the front of her robes, briefly feeling pain at destroying something so gorgeous but knowing that magic could repair it, to expose her bare chest to him. She pulled down her bra and let her breasts bounce freely as Harry continued to fuck her. He looked like a ravenous animal as he drank them in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Harry groaned as he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it roughly. Her hardened nipple brushed across the palm of his hand and made her back arch sharply off of the bed as her body exploded with pleasure. Whatever he did, no matter how gentle or brief, felt so incredible that it nearly drove her to the point of insanity. Her bed was squeaking so much that she feared that its legs would give out, but the thought only excited her even more. Harry was making an utter mess out of her and her pussy, and it felt like the purest bliss she could ever imagine.

“Oh, Harry,” Astoria moaned into his ear as her walls quivered around his cock. It was the first time that she’d ever been fucked, but if felt so warm, comforting, and familiar, almost as though all of her dreams of this moment were somehow real.

At her words, his cock pulsed inside of her, which only resulted in her body reacting in the same way. Unity formed between them as their bodies egged each other on to more and more intense feelings until both of them were panting and utterly desperate for their final release.

And then, in an explosion of everything that’d been pent up inside of Astoria for so long, she came utterly undone. She screamed Harry’s name at the top of her lungs as he finished inside of her, breathless after his efforts. She felt his seed spurting deep inside of her pussy, coating her inner walls and bringing a satisfaction that she didn’t know could even exist.

In the blissful moments afterwards when the two of them were lying side by side with Harry’s cock still inside of her, Astoria knew for certain that she didn’t care about her family’s fortunes or their company. Those were material things that could never compete with the sheer bliss that came from finding someone whom you truly loved and could connect with emotionally.

Harry was hers for life.