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: Moony and Paddy get lucky again, that's all I will say. XD (Part 2..?)


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Harry had been drifting off into post-orgasm bliss when an insistent nudge at his face brought him back to reality. The reality where he was sprawled out on a dirt floor of a dungeon cell, nestled with a large furry body at his left, and a panting, shaggy dog at his right. The single, strong ray of light shooting in from the barred window indicated that the full moon was still bright in the sky, lending her strength to the beast currently nuzzling on top of him.

I’ve just had sex with Moony, he thought, blushing a little. And I have his cum inside me.

Padfoot was eager for Harry’s attention, licking at the boy’s soft breast. This act brought Moony’s heavy head up from its resting position on Harry’s chest, and like the excited dog, the sated werewolf started lapping at the other, working in a rare moment of unison. Harry bit his bottom lip, watching the sight with glazed eyes. Their coarse, warm tongues were a contrast to the slight draught in the cell, their lascivious licking leaving slick, glistening trails covering his breasts.

His chest was heaving, hands scrambling to slide into their fur. Looking over the black dog’s shoulders into Draco’s eyes, and rewarded with a smoking silver gaze that spoke of promises to come, Harry shuddered, closing his eyes to enjoy the gentle ministrations.

He went into his inner core, mind flashing with images of bundles of joy, small pink mouths, soft round bodies, long twisting tongues, glistening rough lips enclosing a nipple…

With a soft cry, he felt the spike of magic draining from his centre towards his swollen peaks. Opening his eyes, he spotted the two canines laving at drops of white oozing out of his nipples. Overwhelmed with what has caused this to occur, Harry bared his throat and moaned, unconsciously thrusting his chest up in an act of offer. He reached up to cup his mounds of flesh, attempting to coax more milk by massaging and kneading them. And true enough, with enough willpower and coaxing, there was soon a steady little stream of cream flowing out of his slits, driving the two beasts crazy.

It was hard for Moony and Padfoot to suckle without accidentally puncturing Harry’s flesh with their fangs. But they tried, gently but firmly nibbling at the dark pink tips with their lips, occasionally nipping with their front teeth but being careful not to injure the boy. Harry, on the other hand, reveled in the tug and pull of his nipples, and enjoyed the slight pain from their bites when they got too needy and carried away. He laid there slack and relaxed, loving the fact that he was feeding them, the fact that they wanted him even in their transformed forms, the fact that they were now suckling at him like enthusiastic, overgrown puppies.

‘Moony….Padfoo-ahhh, yes…suck me…,’ he repeated over and over again, eyelids fluttering from the sensations coursing through his body from his breasts.

Moony cupped his left breasts with its claws, squeezing but not sinking into his flesh, while Padfoot brought its paws up to rub at his mound while sucking from his nipple. Harry forgot about his audience, so intense was the feeling of nursing his godfathers, of his breasts being thoroughly used. Arching, writhing, feeling them devour him, and he did not want it to stop…

But it did, so as to move on to better things, though Harry was not sure how much time had passed since then. His chest felt raw from all the usage, his nipples dark, tender and highly sensitive, till the point that he yelped when Padfoot puffed hot breath over it. He was sniffing, filled with a complex feeling that made him reel after having two large canines feed from him.

There were murmurs in the background, no doubt from the aroused audiences, though those soft whispers of appreciation and clicking of cameras faded as Harry was pulled back to his situation.

Moony, apparently, was being more generous now that his surge of lust has been fulfilled, and allowed the dog to touch his ‘property’. He was looming over Harry with his long, pointed canine cock aiming at the boy’s face, blocking the sight of Padfoot moving to Harry’s lower torso.

The werewolf prick looked impossibly huge now that it was up close and right between his eyes. Harry shivered, observing the slightly curved and pointed red tip peek out from beneath the foreskin, yearning for his touch. Moony had his wrists pinned to above his head, so all he could do was exhale hotly against the beasts’s cock, watching it twitch in anticipation. Then, as the werewolf humped forward, Harry decided to tease him a little, snaking a pink tongue out to swipe at the leaking tip.

Moony growled a little fiercely, and Harry enclosed his lips over the inviting red tip, sucking the pre-cum out of it. Then he licked down the sides of that rigid shaft that was so similar, yet different from human pricks, licking it like a lolly. He traveled down to the base of Moony’s member, inhaling the strong earthy, sweaty scent of the beast’s musk, remembering how that part of his godfather had swelled into a large knot that ensured no cum had seeped out of Harry’s filled hole.

Feeling emboldened, he moaned and buried his face into the fur and coarse hairs at Moony’s groin, feeling dirty and overwhelmed with lust at that action. The werewolf thrust forward against him, holding his head against its crotch and almost suffocating him, grinding against Harry’s face as the boy licked with an open mouth and hungrily tasted that area, not caring about hygiene or appearance, nor protesting against the strong push of his head into the beast’s taut muscles.

Harry was spiraling in lust, loving the feel of being smothered because it was so downright dirty, and oh Merlin, the taste of sweat, Moony’s earthy, animalistic musk, saliva-slicked fur pressing into his face… the rod-hard cock slapping the side of his face. The beast above gave a loud growl, then pushed Harry’s head flat against the floor again. The boy lunged for the tip of the prick, sucking in the leaking fluid and wetting his face with it, tilting his face up to show Moony his shining-wet open mouth coated and sticky with the werewolf’s thick precum.

As expected, he was soon stuffed with a long, hard cock, cheeks bulging as Moony thrust his hips back and forth relentlessly. Moaning, he tried to breathe in steadily to take in all of Moony, whimpering pitifully when he could not. Moony’s length was simply too much, and he nearly choked when it lodged itself deep into his throat.

There was lots of saltiness from the skin of the prick and the fluid emerging from Moony’s slit, a bitter taste from the hard flesh, and a tinge of sweetness that seemingly came from nowhere. Harry could care less. Just knowing he was sucking Moony off, oh god I am sucking Moony’s prick…made him devour the cock all the more vigorously, enjoying the feel of having a beast’s appendage leaking in his mouth.

A sudden heat surrounding his own cock sent Harry into a stifled start. Padfoot had engulfed him to the root, wetting his cock entirely in spit. Having his cock played with out of his sight enhanced the sensation, since he would not know what happens next. Every little lap of Padfoot’s wicked tongue on his engorged prick resulted in a large gasp that was muffled by Moony’s stuffed prick, in turn making the werewolf howl.

As if deciding to taste his godson’s essence, Padfoot went down under Harry’s balls, sticking his muzzle into the crease. Boldly, he thrust his tongue in between the arse cheeks and laved up and down lewdly, teasing the boy by not putting it where he wanted.

‘Padmmmph!!!’ Harry whined, spreading his legs obscenely so that his intent would not be mistaken. The frustrating tongue kept him on the edge, tasting all of him except where he desired it. Bucking his hips, he sought to level his pucker with Padfoot’s sleek, moving tongue, rocking and grinding his groin into the dog’s face, and finally there it was, lining the rim of his entrance, so wet, long and strong.

He managed to push back from Moony’s thrusting hips, slipping the hard prick out of his mouth long enough to cry, ‘Fuck, Padfoot, just do it! Or I will-- hrmmmph!’ before Moony got impatient and shove his prick back into Harry’s mouth.

Padfoot has reached its limit of endurance too, it seemed, for it hurriedly plunged its tongue straight into Harry’s welcoming hole, front paws spreading and pushing the boy’s thighs back to provide better access.

Harry arched, mewling into Moony’s cock as he was fucked roughly from both ends. The dog was merciless, twisting its strong, lithe muscle inside Harry’s passage while trying to suck out the alluring sweet honey that tempted him from within the pucker. Harry forgave him for the scratches and nips unintentionally done to the rim of his entrance by those sharp teeth, because Padfoot was giving the most pleasurable rimming imaginable. That hot, coarse tongue reached into him further than any human could, rivaling only Moony’s, and the friction caused by that sleek, mischievous muscle against his inner walls was marvelous.

He was thoroughly spread open, thoroughly eaten out and sampled…thoroughly violated inside out. And he flushed crimson from the sensation, knowing that his godfather was now sucking at his arsehole, albeit in his animagus form. It was Sirius who tasted his depths so fully, Sirius who was sucking his very soul out of his arse, not Padfoot.

Harry whimpered.

Then all of a sudden, the warm, wet appendage was gone, and in its place came a larger, blunt object. Harry started making noises, humming in anticipation against the member driving itself in and out of his mouth. Take me, take me now, Padfoot…Fuck.

His hole, still a little stretched by Moony’s fucking before, took in Padfoot’s length gloriously. The huge dog did not stop and wait. It slid home swiftly, spreading Harry’s insides at one go. It was almost the same size as Moony’s, just a little slimmer at the girth. But it hit Harry’s prostate after the first few thrusts, sending him into delicious moans and gasps. The thick, black fur, messier than the werewolf’s brown mane, slid against Harry’s butt cheeks and hips as Padfoot leaned forward to press his paws into Harry’s belly. It jerked its hips with almost lightning speed, riding the boy like he was made for this.

Harry thrashed wildly under Moony’s and Padfoot’s weight while his prostate was nudged every now and then by the dog’s increasingly haphazard thrusting. It was rough and loud, uncaring of whether pain was produced, but Harry loved it even as he knew Sirius’s lust was too far gone. His hips were slamming into Padfoot’s every time the wheezing canine plunged deeply into him, and slamming against the floor when it pulled out. Sounds of flesh slapping against each other filled the air alongside growls, grunts and muffled cries.

Moony edged off Harry slowly, leaving a thick trail of saliva mixed with pre-cum hanging from its prick to Harry’s mouth. Harry moaned in protest, licking his lips and smacking them to fully savour Moony’s taste. Padfoot continued his wild fucking, oblivious to the world except his leaking prick and the tight heat he was sheathed in.

A tongue licked Harry’s lips, and he opened his eyes to see Moony’s face very close to him.

The werewolf’s mouth was just positioned above his, fangs dangerously close to biting his head off, and yet all Harry could do was smile at the gentleness of the beast. Large, misty amber eyes stared down at him, into lust-darkened green orbs, and Harry surrendered. The tongue pressed between his closed lips, and Harry’s eyes fluttered close as his mouth opened up, giving access to the soft but firmly insistent werewolf tongue.

Their tongues tentatively touched, as if lovers tasting each other for the first time. It occurred to Harry just then that he was kissing an animal, a fiery, bloodthirsty beast nonetheless, though it has ingested a strong potion. But Moony was sweet, like Remus had been, delving into Harry’s mouth lovingly to twirl his sleek muscle around Harry’s, entwining them in an oddly sensual dance, sucking at each other fervently.

The werewolf pressed down harder, his long jaw clamped over Harry’s mouth. Harry explored, licking at those sharp meat-ripping fangs and laving at Moony’s gums while Moony’s large tongue occasionally stuffed itself into Harry’s hot cavern, making his cheeks bulge. Their mixed saliva trailed over swollen lips down to the sides of Harry’s face. There was nothing as dirtily erotic as this kiss between man and beast…

‘Nngh…,’ was all Harry could produce, huskily, as his throat was abused by the beast’s cock just moments ago. Moony’s flavour was just so…Moony. It was hard to explain. He thought that sharing spit with a dark creature, hell, with any creature, would be nauseating, but no, it actually sent a thrill up his spine. There was a faint metallic hint amidst the strange new taste, suspiciously like blood. Yet, instead of being turned off by the taste, Harry felt himself hardening further.

It did not help, too, that Padfoot was nailing his sweet spot with almost every thrust now.

While he was busy familiarizing himself with Moony’s tongue and muzzle, the other beast’s cock has engorged fully in his hole. It felt, with no other suitable description, simply big. He opened his eyes to blinking, golden-amber eyes. Giving Moony’s tongue a last loving suck, Harry looked down to see that Padfoot already had its paws against his ribcage, sometimes nudging at Harry’s jiggling breasts. The dog’s tongue was hanging out, panting from the fast and hard drives.

‘Come for me, Padfoot…,’ Harry husked, eyes blazing into striking midnight blue orbs.

Padfoot had a strange gleam in its eyes, which, when Harry observed closer, seemed to be a twinkle. Wondering if he’d missed something with all of his lust-filled dazes, Harry was startled as a furred body insinuated itself under him. He was lifted entirely, whimpering when the engorged cock in his hole shifted, then settled back against Moony. Moony’s chest.

With Moony’s prick against his arse.

Harry moaned, as the full implication of what the two canines wanted hit him. What surprised him was that he had no fear. Not at all. Not even the thought of being stretched beyond his limits perturbed him. He only felt lust, coursing excitement, and a raging desire to be filled to his fullest by these two beasts intimately.

His ‘bed’ was comfortably soft, taut with muscles and warm with a thick layer of smooth fur. Moony, even when lying beneath Harry, easily overpowered him, just with its mere presence, broad shoulders and chest and strong arms, and the especially large jaw that was currently nuzzling into Harry’s neck. Padfoot’s body length, if stretched out, could rival Harry’s, and its lithe limbs and sharp canine teeth coupled with the midnight black shaggy fur drew an intimidating picture.

Harry had long abandoned the regard of them as mere beasts, or animals that were currently fucking him. They were the very manifestations of Remus and Sirius’s dark side, their powerful desires that were unleashed and allowed to roam free. For all that Remus was hiding or ashamed of, being Moony gave the liberty. Padfoot mirrored Sirius’s impulsiveness and courage, giving him the freedom of what he was usually constrained in while he was human.

And because of Harry’s understanding of the beasts, mating with them was a different experience. It was so much more that merely having sexual intercourse with straight-minded animals. He felt so much more used, debauched, and the forbidden aspect of it was enhanced. The feeling just could not be put into words.

Now, Harry slumped into Moony’s big build and wrapped his legs tightly around Padfoot’s back in total surrender, letting the dark desires claim him. He reached down between his wide-spread legs to search for Moony’s cock. Grabbing it and placing it below Padfoot’s cock, he squeezed it and laid back, feeling the werewolf start shifting and pushing. He tensed and braced himself by clutching at Padfoot’s front legs, trying to loosen up his arse muscles.

Inch by inch, the second intrusion made its way into his body. Harry’s breath was in stutters, hitching every now and then, and especially when Moony’s cock breached him deeper than Padfoot could, widening his insides a little further. He smiled shakily at Padfoot who pinned him with a straight blue gaze, somehow infused with a humane expression of concern.

His yearn for a taste of the dog was fulfilled when Padfoot leaned down to lick at his lips. Immediately, Harry parted his lips and met the canine’s tongue with a bold lick, pulling it into his mouth. A sudden thrust of Moony’s cock in his stretched hole sent him breaking off and gasping, but returning back to Padfoot’s attention soon after the thrusts into him bowed to a rhythmic, consistent pace. The jaw that held his lips firmly apart was gently clamping down on him, opening up to Harry’s explorations.

Like with Moony, Harry went in deep to lave at Padfoot’s gums, fangs and the ceiling of his mouth, wanting to savour the flavour of his godfather’s beastly form. It tasted faintly of mint, like Sirius always do, in addition to the earthy, slightly tangy hint. His face was wet from all the dog’s drool and eager licks, and knowing that he was kissing the Animagus in his form thrilled him. Padfoot grunted into his mouth as its lower body grinded deeply into Harry, starting to spurt massive amounts of pre-cum into the boy.

He felt, little by little, as his hole expanded to accommodate the enlarged girth of two canine cocks. They kept on thrusting, loosening his entrance with their swift thrusts, sometimes one after another, and sometimes together, which caused Harry to cry out in pain and pleasure. His hole was starting to leak, not only with his own lubrication, but also with the streams of pre-cum flowing out of their cocks.

His body was moving, rubbing up and down Moony’s body in time with their plunges, sliding across Padfoot’s fur when it slumped down atop him, still moving. Harry was writhing, screaming into the cool night air as the friction set his body on fire. Moony’s claws were gripping him tight around the waist, sometimes reaching up to sink against his bouncing breasts.

The speed grew impossibly frantic, their movements becoming more animalistic as their climaxes neared. Harry was wailing and hanging like a rag doll between their thrashing bodies, gripping onto Padfoot as Moony was holding him. Then, as quick as their thrusts had been, the two beasts came to an abrupt stop, burying themselves deeply into the boy’s passage.

Harry stared at the cell ceiling unfocusedly, slack-jawed as he felt the knots, both knots rapidly swell just behind the rim of his entrance. He felt impossibly full, so full that he could not utter a sound, instead holding his breath, for fear that any slight movement would move the knots and tear his insides into pieces.

And there were lots of cum - twice the load of hot seed gushing and ejaculating into his stuffed hole. The cum could only travel inside him, further into his depths as the double knots at his entrance blocked even the slightest opening that liquid could leak through. Harry could only keen and sob as he felt every little spurt of sperm against his inner walls and prostate, and every single time when the cocks twitched with the rush of shooting seed.

And the fullness. His filled belly, storing whatever the pulsating cocks were injecting into his guts, unable to overflow. For twenty full minutes, he could only lay there, sandwiched between the two beasts as they poured their juices into him over and over again, as if they couldn’t stop, as if their orgasm lasted the full twenty minutes. His inner walls were fluttering weakly around them, attempting to milk them of all they had. Pressing his belly would just produce a slight ache, since there was nowhere the sloshing hot sperm could go except further inside him.

It was times like these when Harry felt truly whole, like the dormant gene in him had slowly awakened and compelled his body to be filled.

This had happened with Draco, Lucius, Severus and all of the others who had taken him before – this urge to stay joined with them and not let go. For all the ‘training’ he had undergone the last few days, he had definitely learned and acquired habits. The list was endless, but the most prominent urges he could identify was his need to be stretched beyond his imagination, his desire to nurse and be suckled from, and his want to stay impaled with the other party’s appendage.

It was alarming in a way, since he lost his virginity just a few days back. And now that he had tasted the forbidden fruit, he wanted more. Harry blushed, thinking it was either his gene forcing him to be in this state, or purely his own innate desire coming up in this decidedly wanton manner. He wanted to deny it, and so blamed it partly on Draco.

Moony and Padfoot were whining softly into his ears, shivering and twitching with post-coital bliss. They were still locked together there, where Harry’s anus was an angry, sore red and his insides full to bursting.

With their hot breaths exhaling against his neck and cheeks, Harry drifted off into a peaceful darkness.

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TBC.


OMG! Harry's just had his second full experience in bestiality! *throws confetti*

I don't know if I can say that this story will be getting kinkier, as that word applies differently to everybody, but I daresay that Harry will have lots more adventures to come, lots more pricks to suck, and lots more episodes with beasts and men alike. *cackles*

To chantalmalfoy: Here you go! XD And update Stretched Out 4 quick, pretty please? I'm desperately waiting for it ;__;

To ICHIGO: Harry/Fenrir! I want to write that. Definitely. *beams*

To ballerina: Hmm...what kind of experiments? :D

To Smuff: *bows* I live to read and provide shameless smut, thank you my dear. And I have such a weird love for canine knots. *blushes* Haha, did your eyes go SQUARED in this chapter too? I think I did that while writing too. XD And yesh, *paws at wanton Harry* He's the greatest thing that happened in my life, other than Draco. I'll take your advice on the update thing, but I'll still try my best.. ^_^ thanks! I always look forward to your interesting reviews.

To Ode to Gringotts: Thank you! :D

To The Hessian: Best of both worlds, yay~ And here's the 'Paddy-wagon', sweet. XD

To Fatality: Are you better now? ^_^ The Neverending blush also occurs to me every time I write this, hehe.

To kisekai: *blushes at your comments* I just try my best, honestly. =D Or maybe its just my perverted mind coming up with kinkier stuff as time goes by, lol. I'm glad to have provided lots of entertainment! Thanks for the support. I'll keep on writing, at the very least for this beloved story~

To hell's children: *whips out tissue boxes* >D

To Hedwig7: It's a kink of mine too~ *grins* Thanks for the suggestions. I won't do 'foot', but the rest are kinky and depraved and definitely has potential! [this usually means its now on my list of 'must-writes', so you will most likely read them later on.]

To bumblebee: This chapter answers your question, my dear. Hope you like! :D

To Crimson1of1Crimson: BEEEEEAAAAAST. *grins at you*

To momoko: Thank you~

To Love_4_Draco_always: Thank you! =D Glad you like the snake chapter. And yesh, enemas are definitely on my list.

To celestialuna: Thank you!

To sa: Yup yup, Paddy gets his share now. =D Hahaha, I try my best. And more kinks are coming up. Thank you!

To misswarchan: I love the idea of him being smexed by big animals too! One of the reasons why I started this fic. XD Mmm...Harry's definitely getting one with a 'maidenhead', but not so soon. :D Look forward to it! He's gonna get oh so dirty with his new bits.

To Varjo: Paddy's fun appears in this chapter. ^_^ I agree that the previous chapter was a bit short. Hope this chap makes up for it! And you're welcome~

To Kyle Evadne: Thank you! Harry's really lucky, especially in this chapter, huh? :D


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