Harry Potter and the massive orgy
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
48,561
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Harry Potter and the massive orgy
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SCREECH!! SCREECH!! It was the sounds Dumbledore had been hearing for weeks. Fawkes was clearly bored sitting in the office of the headmaster all day. Dumbledore knew that something had to be done, but what other animals could Fawkes befriend? “BUCKBEAK!” he shrieked, as the great idea popped in to his head. Buckbeak must be lonely too, thought Dumbledore, and certainly wouldn’t mind a play date with his faithful phoenix.
As fast as his old wrist could flick (which was mighty fast, due to his many hours on end flicking his wrist) he and his trusty Phoenix were in Grimmauld place. "Helloooo Sirius, I've brought Fawkes for a play date" “With me?” asked Sirius, his trousers tightening. “No, with Buckbeak, he ought to be lonely all kept up in that little room.” “Oh…Buckbeak…right…” said Sirius, feeling somewhat flaccid all of a sudden. “I’ll introduce them,” Sirius said excitedly. “Good, I’ll wait here, I need to …um… talk to you when you’re done” said Dumbledore, blushing, his robes tightening.
Sirius, Fawkes perched politely in his shoulder, walked up to the room in which he bound and gagged the hippogriff. "Buckbeak," he called, dejectedly, "I've brought you a friend". Buckbeak looked up and his eyes grew wide, his hippogriffpeen growing even bigger. Fawkes’ phoenpeen grew and his feathers tightened as Sirius walked briskly out of the room, anticipating the trouser-tightening experience he hoped would come…literally.
When he arrived back downstairs, Dumbledore was sitting contentedly on the sofa. "Sirius, where is your extra pensieve?" he asked in a cooing voice. Sirius, hoping for a sexier phrase to exit Dumbledore's mouth, left in a huff to grab his spare pensieve. "Sirius, by the way, is that your wand or are you just happy to see me?" the headmaster called after the young rogue. The smile on Sirius’ face could not be ignored, and even the portrait of his mother noticed as his pace quickened toward the pensieve. “Here you are,” Sirius said, huffing and puffing his way back to Dumbledore. “Excellent” the headmaster exclaimed, the broomstick shaft shaped protrudence from under his robes growing ever larger.
SCREECH!! SCREECH!! It was the sounds Dumbledore had been hearing for weeks. Fawkes was clearly bored sitting in the office of the headmaster all day. Dumbledore knew that something had to be done, but what other animals could Fawkes befriend? “BUCKBEAK!” he shrieked, as the great idea popped in to his head. Buckbeak must be lonely too, thought Dumbledore, and certainly wouldn’t mind a play date with his faithful phoenix.
As fast as his old wrist could flick (which was mighty fast, due to his many hours on end flicking his wrist) he and his trusty Phoenix were in Grimmauld place. "Helloooo Sirius, I've brought Fawkes for a play date" “With me?” asked Sirius, his trousers tightening. “No, with Buckbeak, he ought to be lonely all kept up in that little room.” “Oh…Buckbeak…right…” said Sirius, feeling somewhat flaccid all of a sudden. “I’ll introduce them,” Sirius said excitedly. “Good, I’ll wait here, I need to …um… talk to you when you’re done” said Dumbledore, blushing, his robes tightening.
Sirius, Fawkes perched politely in his shoulder, walked up to the room in which he bound and gagged the hippogriff. "Buckbeak," he called, dejectedly, "I've brought you a friend". Buckbeak looked up and his eyes grew wide, his hippogriffpeen growing even bigger. Fawkes’ phoenpeen grew and his feathers tightened as Sirius walked briskly out of the room, anticipating the trouser-tightening experience he hoped would come…literally.
When he arrived back downstairs, Dumbledore was sitting contentedly on the sofa. "Sirius, where is your extra pensieve?" he asked in a cooing voice. Sirius, hoping for a sexier phrase to exit Dumbledore's mouth, left in a huff to grab his spare pensieve. "Sirius, by the way, is that your wand or are you just happy to see me?" the headmaster called after the young rogue. The smile on Sirius’ face could not be ignored, and even the portrait of his mother noticed as his pace quickened toward the pensieve. “Here you are,” Sirius said, huffing and puffing his way back to Dumbledore. “Excellent” the headmaster exclaimed, the broomstick shaft shaped protrudence from under his robes growing ever larger.