The Wizarding World’s Whore

Title: The Wizarding World's Whore
Summary: Hogwarts/Harry, Draco/Harry. As the Wizarding World’s gratitude to Harry Potter turned into perverse lust, Harry is used, taken and claimed. Explicit Kinks and Bottom!Harry.
Ratings: Adult, NC-17, Explicit.
Kinks and Warnings: Anal sex, Gang-bang, Whole of Hogwarts against Harry, Orgies, Bestiality, MPreg (with variations), Double Fisting, Double Penetration, Explicit Fetish Nipple-play, Felching, Rimming, Gender-bending, Toys, Multiple Partners, Extreme abuse of Harry's arse, Magicalbeing!Hermaphrodite.


Author's notes: New Chapter! *grins* With something I've always wanted to write, because its one of my top fav kinks. XDD Sorry for the long wait again. Enjoy!


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So sated was the green-eyed Saviour, that he slept deeply after their little orgy in Severus’s chambers. He did not notice Remus and Sirius laying him down onto Severus’s bed, nor participated in the almost heated discussion that went on outside the door afterwards. The older Slytherins relayed some of the more important facts of Harry’s inheritance to the two Marauders, sipping wine while seated in close proximity.

They would have proceeded to more intimate activities were the hours not so close to the appearance of the full moon. Remus, as usual, already felt the impending transformation weakening his movements, lending a sense of lethargy and unease into his mind. However, a topic was raised by which led to the gentle man riling up in emotions. Draco had reminded them about what Harry hesitated about in his letters. Sirius was in the same state of disbelief, caught between a surge of libido at the suggestion and a sense of incredulity that his innocent, beloved godson actually fantasized about intercourse with animals.

After reassurances from Severus about the highly effective ability of the Wolfsbane Potion to suppress bloodlust and strong undesirable instincts, succinctly formed persuasion from Lucius’s part, and opposition of the same intensity from the two concerned godfathers, they came to no conclusion whatsoever. Remus was flushed with the exertion required in making his stand while Sirius was wavering in his choice. Worry about the possibilities that could go wrong with the risks they were taking, far outweighed the idea that Harry would desire to engage in bestiality.

In the end, it was Remus’s own insecurity and fear about his curse that clouded his decision despite the Potion Master’s trust in the potion. Sirius hugged the man close, and had the final word, saying that Harry should make the ultimate choice, and if this was what he desired, then they would give in.

Harry walked out of the bedroom then, eyes glimmering with an unknown emotion. Hair mussed from sleep and body bare of any clothes, he walked over to a pale Remus, straddled the older man’s lap and gave him a long, deep kiss that told of his determination.

‘I trust you, Remus.’

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The dark, ominous shapes of clouds were clearing away, revealing a gleaming orb of beautiful white just as Remus let out a pitiful, guttural cry from the inside of his locked cell.

The Wolfsbane potion he had consumed reduced none of the natural pain of transformation. What it did was to erase all trace of bloodlust from the creature, allowing Remus to retain most of his human behaviour. There was an added aphrodisiac this time due to werewolves’ nature to mostly mate with those of their own kind, and in order for Moony to succumb to Harry’s pheromones, this addition was certainly required.

Anticipation filled the air around those present as witnesses to this scene. Severus, Lucius and Draco stood watch outside the caged cell, ready to act when any sign of danger arose. A small group of Slytherin students joined them, equipped with borrowed muggle cameras and their own alertness, to lend a hand if anything unexpected should happen. But underlying this weird solemnity was the thrill at being able to watch this ‘event’, since it was certainly a spectacle by itself.

This was the second time Harry had the chance to watch the painful transition his former professor had to go through all these years. His hands were gripping the bars of the cell tightly, not expecting the sight of the transformation to affect him so much.

Remus, no, Moony, was a magnificent creature, he thought, now that he had time to observe in detail. The beast was one and a half times the size of men, luxuriously covered in a mass of thick, dust-brown fur that swayed slightly under the pull of the moonlight. It prowled like a dangerous, huge half-human, half-wolf on two legs and hunched, thick shoulders, and yet retaining a distinct human mannerism to its slightly gentle, measured movements. Moony whimpered at them, bearing forward towards the onlookers, somehow hesitant in his steps.

When they decided some time after, upon seeing his form backed away into a dark corner of the cell, that he was relatively harmless, Lucius unlocked the door and Sirius entered with Harry behind him.

Immediately the werewolf stirred, lured curiously on by the sudden flood of pheromones in his senses. His head turned sharply towards the new presence in his territory, assessing them with narrowed eyes, lifting himself off his settled position to form a stance.

‘Moony,’ Sirius addressed softly, moving with slow, practiced steps towards his transformed lover. He knew the potion would kick in just a few moments later, and swiftly morphed into Padfoot, treading softly towards the werewolf who had his teeth showing a little. The dog moved calmly and gracefully, approaching Moony with his soft, comforting barks to not alert its defence.

Exactly as Severus had put it, Harry saw the marked change in Moony’s form minutes later, when those golden-amber eyes softened the edge that wild canines have. Remus’s mind seemed to have come through to the surface a little more, asserting more control over the impulses of the creature. Though to Harry’s dismay, Moony seemed to recognize the purpose of Harry’s presence and shrank back, not from fear, but from, perhaps, Remus’s strong emotions against letting his werewolf counterpart touch Harry.

Harry acted instinctively, half-closing his eyes and letting some of his inner magic flow through him. He walked forward undaunted, ignoring the werewolf’s attempt at backing away from the attractive boy with Remus’s will. As soon as he was within arm’s length and backing the werewolf against the wall, he reached out and stroked the fur gently, not an ounce of fear showing in his face.

He remembered what Severus had taught him secretly, and knew that his special scent was affecting the werewolf, hitting it strong with such little distance between them. He could see the changes right in front of him, as the aphrodisiac component was triggered, and Moony’s libido surged up at an alarming rate, as if to replace the intensity of the bloodlust that should be present normally, that forced the werewolf to kill and devour.

Yet something seemed to be holding it back. Harry went for the last resort, unzipping his trousers and pulling them down, already in a world of his own, where the only thing to do was to get to werewolf to ravish him. Pulling them down to just slightly below his cheeks, he fisted his cock steadily, giving Padfoot and Moony a delicious show of pleasuring himself. He was starting to moan, using the visuals of the two beasts in front of him as the stimulant, while panting and desperately pumping his hardened cock. Moony was surely responding, growling a deep rumbling sound that could scarcely be heard if no one was paying attention. The boy smiled and spread his legs while standing, reaching behind to push a finger into himself. His arsehole was already starting to get wet with his aroused state, hence coating the finger in no time.

When he pulled it out and blew on it, the scent hit Moony hard, and that was the last straw.

He moved so fast that even Harry was caught off-guard, registering the loud snarl only after the large shadowy blur vanished and he was knocked over and pinned to the ground. Tears of fabric filled the dungeon, echoing starkly through the walls as Moony shredded Harry’s shirt into pieces with his claws, seeming to be momentarily mad when it was just lust driving him on. Harry hardly noticed gasps sounding outside, with Draco’s exclamation and the rush to ‘stop the bloody werewolf’ a thing at the back of his mind. He was terribly excited, thrilled at the feel of a large, furry body looming over him, covering the lights.

Helpless under the Moony’s thrumming energy, Harry submitted, going limp and indicating to the werewolf that he would not escape. Moony howled at the display of vulnerability, and Harry saw its cock harden further, its pointed canine cock peaking out of the foreskin. He allowed himself to succumb to the feel of a long, slick tongue lapping away at the juices on his finger. His trousers were already torn and flung away, leaving him completely bare, and he spread his legs wider and attempted to pull Moony into the cradle of his thighs. ‘C’mere, Moony…Moony…ahhh, good boy.’

Moony’s luxuriant mass of soft fur slid over Harry’s sensitive skin at his torso, reminding him of his nearness to this wondrous beast. Moony was almost obedient in his rage of lust, desperately grinding into Harry’s rocking groin as its large, dark pink tongue traced a harsh path down Harry’s creamy torso. It passed by the needy erection and dived straight under Harry’s balls, sniffing as it went along.

Harry bucked up, already desiring the feel of Moony tasting him there, at the very core of him. All his imagination ran wild and incoherent with the feel of the werewolf’s tongue on him, and by the time Moony dove and buried its muzzle into Harry’s crease, it was already leaking non-stop with the sweet lubrication. Moony, in a sudden spur of the moment, relied on its two forearms like Remus would and spread Harry’s legs back till his knees almost touched his ears. That left the boy utterly exposed, fair long legs bending his body in half and pulled apart. Moony delved down between the raised arse cheeks hungrily, licking his entire crack, seeking more of that sweet honey by roughly plunging its strong tongue right through Harry’s resisting pucker, straight into the source of it.

‘Fuck!’ Harry cried out, loving the sensation of being breached, this time round by a flexible, wet and clever organ, worming its way mercilessly into his tight passage. His nails scraped against the floor for support, as just the thrusts of that wicked tongue sent his entire body jerking with the force. His juices continued to flow as he got more aroused, pleading incoherently for Moony to go ‘deeper, deeper in me, Moony, fuck me with your tongue! Ngh!’ Moony was obliging in total abandonment, gleaming its fangs in the moonlight in hunger, while it drank in the fluid so generously given, working the delicious passage open.

Padfoot appeared at Harry’s side in a moment, deciding he could not resist this wanton body laying out so fully for them. But Moony jerked up and growled at the shaggy dog, warning him away possessively. The werewolf’s muzzle was shiny, wet by the leaking entrance it just burrowed against.

When Padfoot left his line of vision, Harry was suddenly flipped over onto his stomach. He panted eagerly, lifting his hips high up while limbs pinned his shoulders and head against the dirt floor. A furry mass lied upon him, weighing him down. But he loved the closeness, the intimacy suggested by the contact of bodies, made all the more desirable by the hot tongue tasting his nape and shoulders. Moony’s hot breaths moved over him.

Closing his eyes, he prepared for the next act while familiarizing himself with the werewolf’s animalistic grunts. Finally, oh finally, the pointed tip of the creature’s prick prodded his entrance, seeking for the perfect angle in which to line up.

Moony plunged straight in, making Harry scream out so out it formed echoes several doors down. It was a cry that spoke of fulfillment, relief, happiness, pleasure, pain and anguish. Moony’s size wasn’t terribly big, nor was it small. The force of the thrusts sent Harry choking, keening and pleading like a bitch in heat. His world faded into stars of white, and flashes of colours. The paws around his sides tightened, enclosing Harry even more into the private space that Moony shared with him, with their joined bodies, torsos sweaty and rubbing, moving groin and cocks. Moony’s paws occasionally pressed against Harry’s bared, jiggling breasts, making him moan with the added pressure and sensation against his nipples.

‘So good…oh, yes, ah! Faster. Gods, Moony, fuck me!’

Right now, Harry was sobbing in pleasure and desperation and amazement, alternately letting loose full-throated screams when his prostate was banged. Moony was fucking him in earnest, increasing his speed and working Harry to a frenzy, pushing deeper into him again and again, slamming his furry hips against Harry’s taut cheeks. His hole felt full, feeling Moony’s cock leak lots of precum, that when added to his own lubrication, eased the way and provided for wonderful sensitivity and friction. Fluid spurted out his arse from the speed of the thrusts, flowing down his thighs and down his balls, dripping from his hanging cock. The werewolf’s length was also slowly getting engorged, swelling and stretching Harry wider as it pistoned into him, filling up every inch of Harry’s hole.

Then he felt it. Amidst the slight pain, delirious wails, pleasure building up inside him, he felt a large swell at the base of Moony’s cock, even as it pushed into his arse and continued its gushing of liquid. It stretched him to an impossible width in his body, making him wonder just how big it was, and Harry knew that to try to escape from it will only cause serious damage. So he stilled, moaning at the fullness and happily, dazedly presented his hole as a conduit to receive Moony’s hot seed. He was held down firmly as Moody howled once again, stilling its hips while it buried its prick the deepest it could go, ejaculating copiously into the tight heat.

Harry cried out as Moony’s actions pushed the large knot in his arse further in, causing pain to shoot up from his hole. He whimpered, burying his face into his tense arms, wholly focusing on the feel of hot werewolf cum filling up his lower body like he was a vessel for it. His cock twitched as the thought and sensation of being filled made him even harder. He wanted to pump his cock, but the position was a little uncomfortable for it. The spurts did not seem to subside, and Harry wondered vaguely if Moony might start thrusting inside him again. It was certainly an entertaining thought.

After about twenty minutes of feeling hot sperm sloshing around in his belly, they were released from the knot, and Moony slid out of him with a loud, sucking ‘pop’, pulling with it streams of thick, white seed out of Harry’s hole. Moony stretched, bounced a little, then flipped a limp and used Harry over onto his back.

Before Harry could fathom what it wanted to do, a large, hot slickness wrapped his cock and he bucked his hips eagerly, arching his back as the wicked tongue swirled around his sensitive slit, teasing it open. He was already brought over the edge by the rigorous fucking, and when Moony went further down to lave at his gaping inner walls, coaxing out more of its deposited cum from Harry’s hole, Harry watched breathlessly, hardly believing that it could look this dirty and erotic.

Tensing, he bowed his back, screwing his eyes shut as his orgasm exploded out of him. He shouted Moony’s name, milking his cock mercilessly, leaving trails of pearl-white seed upon his belly, breasts and face. Moony took the initiative to lick them off, spending more time to lave at his heaving breasts and lick at the pink nipples.

Harry sighed in contentment, turning his head lazily towards Padfoot who licked at his breasts and face playfully. Looking further down, he met the eyes of his smirking fiancé, his two lovers, and a dozen students with a whole mass of clicking cameras.

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TBC.


So...how was it? :D I miss you guys, and your little comments which always make me happy! If you've any other suggestions, feel free to say it, or just discuss ideas with me at my mail!
Moony's such a lucky bastard, isn't he? >.< My Harry-muse was just enjoying himself all along, watching me blush and splutter with the wicked ideas...


To Panzerleader: (I've always wanted to tell you that your penname is really cool.) XD *blushes* Don't say that! Haha. I'm just a perverted, sick person who loves to write all these depraved stuff. Hope you enjoy this chapter too!

To Mimi: Thank you! Lol, you're correct. It's supposed to be really wrong, like some of the kinkiest things we can think of. =)

To BRM: There you go! =D

To Smuff: First of all, a very big thank you! I love what you talk about. =D I love that scene with them taking turns, and with Harry savouring the cum too~ And that's exactly it- the word 'filthy'. XD I should add that in my story description, in addtion to 'depraved'. Lol. I treasure you, my readers and your views, and if they fit the story, I'll definitely follow! I *heart* dirty talk too. And I hope this chapter fulfills what you have described about after the transformation. We've had more or less the same ideas =D I'm glad that you like this! [And I don't eat anything special in mornings.] :O

To Fatality: Thank you! I'm so honoured. ^_^ And yes, I have that feeling before! I'm a slash/yaoi whore myself, who is er, rather...vocal. >_>

To Crimson1of1Crimson: You like beast 'A little'? XD *looks at your review* Haha, I'll think about that. Seems like a pretty good idea! ^_^ I know I've left them oh so lonely, without Harry as an entertainment...

To balerina: Thanks! ^_^

To Mekan: Thanks! I love that foursome idea too :D And by 'V' you mean...*vagina*?

To ICHIGO: Thank you! XD But who's 'fiener'? .__.

To kisekai: Thank you! ^_^ I've thought about that before, and I think yes, it'd be fun to do 'humiliation', though primarily in this story Harry just likes most of it. But some that will make him embarrass may most probably come up in the future. I like the ideas of 'enemas' too~ Thanks for the suggestion!

To bumblebee: Yup! If there is, I will put it in the story description, but for this story, nope XD.

To hell's children: Haha, here you go! [With Harry tied in red ribbon] :O

To Euston: You think so too? XD I really couldn't resist writing it. Thank you! I love that foursome XD.

To Leentje: Thank you! And now the beast has come~

To luvhp: Never...from reading? Thanks! Holy cow indeed XD

To Dark Angel: Its okay, sweet, I'm a big pile of pervert. *grins* Glad you like!