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 note: Hi guys! I've wanted to write something like this since I've read cedricsbabe797 's Barbie Harry and Humiliating Harry. Combined with the explicit request of a_nonnymoose back at LJ about Harry being fucked by beasts O_o, I can't resist.

Just a warning, that this is going to be explicitly hardcore. Well, at least to my standards, and I must admit I'm quite the pervert. >_>
I love bottom!Harry to the core, and loves to subject him to sexual abuse though he's such a sweet boy. He just rocks my socks. For Draco I obssess over equally and prefer him dominant and cunning. DM/HP (in that order) is my absolute pairing :D

There won't be much plot to this, and probably will just be chapters and chapters of PWPs to satisfy my sick pleasure. Once again, I mean no offence towards anyone with this story. Its just something I want to share with everyone. Its definitely no fluffy, delicate palate.

If you can't stand slash, Harry being thoroughly debauched and soiled and walking around preggers, this is REALLY not your place. :O


And, on to the adventures of Harry. *grins* Enjoy!


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His captors had evil laughter and greedy, lusty expressions on their faces as they dragged him into the Great Hall forcibly. Harry’s world swayed into a graying mess when the drug gradually took effect, and before he knew it, he was unceremoniously dumped onto the Slytherin table, and chains were shooting out to bind his limbs and leave him spread-eagle.

He felt giddy, a little nauseous from all the harsh handling. There was something niggling at the back of his mind about the familiarity of this scenario. A dream? No…this was far more surreal. It couldn’t be a memory, since all the physical abuse he had endured before were in the form of large, scary whale-like silhouettes, not an almost psycho-crazed young crowd made up of…

Students.

He blinked. Hard. And winced at the whooshing feeling that came with it. Students? Hogwarts? But…why are they doing this? Not a memory or nightmare then.
And then it clicked.

His fantasy. Oh my god, he screamed in his head. His deepest, darkest, hidden so far in the back of his mind he’d been ashamed that he even thought about it.

A person has insinuated himself between the table and Harry, thighs locking him tight and strong arms wounding around him to push him back against a hard, toned chest. He felt the chains loosen a little, and familiar hot breath ghosting over his ears.

‘Draco…,’ he managed to moan despite his rising panic and unclear mind.

‘Shhh, Harry…relax, love.’ The words were cooed gently in hushed tones, cool lips nuzzling against his warm neck. Draco. His Lover. His lover with whom he has shared all his secrets with.

His deepest, darkest secret that he had mentioned only in passing.

No! What on earth was happening? I do not want this, Draco! I belong only to you!

But he should have known; he should have expected it since Draco has expressed the want to take the last step in their relationship a while back. He’d had all these romantic notions and imaginations of what their first night would be like. His fierce, powerful lover loving him, claiming him and himself surrendering, finally giving up responsibility and returning the kisses with a passion equally intense.

Passionate. And the two of them alone in the privacy of shadows, flickering flames and whispers. He grimaced as the blazing light of the Great Hall pained his sight. It shouldn’t be like this.

Draco’s presence suddenly vanished, and somehow he was freed and pinned to the cold stone floor, which, he absently noted, seemed to be spelled clean. The panic returned, knowing he was trapped, the suffocation setting in. Draco, where did he go? A moment of clarity came to him and tried to sit up, only to be pinned down by what felt like hundreds of hands.

If anything, the glint in the eyes looming over him told him everything. The whole school seemed to be here, and the lust was palpable in the air. Voices flew by him distantly. A wave of giddiness hit him again and he swooned back down, vision blurring just as he was trying to recognize faces.

The school stared down at their captive, the beloved Saviour. He had no idea how long they had been craving to debauch The Saviour, wanting to taste his essence and eat him alive. He had no idea the image he presented, how they all longed to see him helpless, vulnerable and writhing as his arse was plundered and abused and stretched wider than anyone could ever imagine, as hands and mouths took their bold liberties with his body. Fucking the Golden Boy of Griffindor, Fucking the Boy-Who-Lived.

Until Draco Malfoy had gathered a secret meeting and announced his proposition. The Seventh Years were the most eager, while the younger ones, with the exception of a few, shyly admitted that they wanted to be involved. Apparently, they were not beyond publicly ‘worshipping’ their Saviour. Whatever form of reverence was implied, they were all manifestations of the Wizarding World’s admiration and idolizing of Potter. With the thumbs up and utmost support by Draco (who everyone knows own Harry Potter, rival and lover status alike) and regulations put in place, they proceeded to do just so.

It was, singularly, the entire wizarding world’s wet dream come true.

Hogwarts was just the first to succumb to temptation.

Though rules were set and decisions are generally consensual, there was none stating that the crowd was not allowed to give in…to their raw desires.

Harry was abruptly pulled back against another hard chest, his body manouvred to grind harshly against a stiff erection. He sobbed as his shirt was ripped apart, laughter cackling throughout the entire Hall as they were torn into shreds and flung to oblivion. Cameras clicked loudly. Hands were pulling his trousers down, pawing and kneading at his groin and bruising his hips. His boxers were then dramatically shredded, leaving the last vestiges of his virtue out for the school to see. Utterly, completely exposed.

‘No, no, please don’t….help, no…,’ he pleaded with flowing tears down his cheeks, flailing in desperation and in vain against strong and deft hands which lunged to pin every part of him down and grope him. He was held naked, thighs spread and parted so mercilessly open he thought his lower body would split. A pair of hands from either side of him pulled his struggling knees up to his chest. Fingers pried his plump mounds of flesh apart, and a camera clicked rapidly from somewhere between his cheeks. He tried to get away to escape the horror of what that implies.

He sensed, rather than witness, the hunger pouring out from around him as all eyes feasted on his glorious nakedness. Excited shouts of appreciation and echoing voices registed vaguely. He couldn’t move an inch, was unable to identify the blended features, the drug in him still in effect…

‘Look at him! That fair unblemished skin and pouty lips!’
‘Wow…hairless body. Does he squeak like a girl, Malfoy?’
‘Nice balls, Potter!’
‘His arsehole looks so tight! Hmm..I REALLY want to plunge my tongue in and lap at his delicious honeyed canal, then ream him with my huge cock till he bleeds.’
‘Think we can take turns sucking his puffy nipples till they swell as big as a woman’s and leak milk?’

‘Actually…its possible.’ Came the drawling voice of Draco. The crowd momentarily simmered, then mouths gaped and eyes shot wide as they processed the information.

A pause. ‘…What’s that about his nipples again?’ Seamus asked.
Draco stepped in front of a slightly struggling Harry, bent down and ran his hands lewdly down the torso. Harry moaned and arched a little.

‘I flipped through some ancient tomes and accidentally discovered a Hermaphrodite gene in Harry’s ancestral bloodline. I then conducted some research with potions and a sample of Harry’s blood.’ He smirked. ‘Don’t question me as to why. Seems like our beloved Harry here is the confirmed recipient of a rare gene that tends to skip generations, that is, planting itself anywhere, anytime unexpectedly. It would come to his full inheritance on his eighteenth birthday.

‘Think about it. Unending possibilities, isn’t it, ladies and gentlemen? Like…getting to fuck him BOTH ways, suckling from him while his breasts and holes seeps cream and sweet nectar?’ He smiled knowingly, his inner self shivering in delight at the things he could do to his green-eyed beauty, and imagined Harry weeping at being so thoroughly dominated.

Blaise was behind Harry, his hands kneading and squeezing Harry’s left chest area, causing the nipple to puff and jut obscenely out, as if waving for attention. Draco accentuated his point by leaning further down and taking Harry’s entire left nipple into his mouth. Then, in full view of everyone’s gazes, he made an audible suck, and pulled as if hoping there would be liquid gushing out. The black haired boy jerked and whimpered loudly, then instinctively flushed a deeper crimson red. Draco plunged a dry finger into his arse and furiously wriggled it around the clenching channel.

‘Draco…,’ he slurred, while tears continued to flow from the intense sensation. His nipples started to ache. For something, anything, anyone… He was desperately resisting it; his body was feeling funny and heated. and somehow just having Draco nearby did that.

The entire school held in their breath at the very erotic scene in front of them, Colin breaking out of his trance to snap close-up pictures at lightning speed, some frothing and drooling in anticipation of draining those pert nipples and would-be-growing breasts dry. Nursing from Harry Potter, their Saviour feeding them right from his very chest, sustaining them….none could explain the profound feeling they felt.

‘Holy shit, Draco. That’s really hot…,’ Ron stared at the sight. The lust for his best friend shot up tremendously and his eyes bulged wide. Others started murmuring their consent.

Draco chewed and suckled ferociously at the poor abused nipple and looked as if he could enjoy doing it for days on end. Then he gave one last hard tug, let go with a resounding slurp and moved on to the other neglected one that Blaise was so helpfully kneading, resuming his devouring of the delectable nipples. Harry closed his eyes and mewled limply, and the crowd cooed at the sight of Draco nursing as if he hasn’t eaten in years, his white head burrowing obscenely on Harry’s heaving chest, his arms tight around Harry, fingers tweaking his chewed left nipple. His finger on the other hand was enthusiastically playing deep within the spasming rectum. All elegance forgotten in favour of satiating hunger.

‘We should really take turns, people. Once we’ve found a spell or catalyst to bring out his dormant gene early, all of us will get the chance to feed from Harry and drink his delicious offerings.’ Pansy leered at the currently whimpering boy under Draco’s ministrations.

‘We could enlarge his tits so that there would be enough cream to go around for months even with us nursing everyday! And he’s bound to keep producing, since we’re constantly stimulating those lovely tits with the suction. What do you think? Oh, what a feast!’ Blaise suggested, winking and wetting his lips.

‘Great idea! Mmm…already salivating at the thought of his milk and heavy tits…,’ Zacharias Smith trailed off in apparent bliss.

Draco finally seemed contented to release those swollen, puffy and hard nipples, with a last longing kiss on Harry’s lips. He sighed, and licked his lips lasciviously.

‘Finest cuisine. EVER.’

Even without the milk, he would be content to lave and suckle at Harry’s breasts forever. He shuddered to think how he could retain any semblance of control if he were to consume his daily fill from Harry too…

He pulled out his finger from Harry, earning a squeak from the boy, and did an elaborate act of sucking them clean. He noticed his finger was already coated with a thin layer of substance with a tinge of strawberry sweetness. His smile widened.

He turned to them and smirked lustily. ‘Blaise was right. He’s our saviour. Our Salvation. So he should take care of our desires and needs, and that includes even HUNGER, right?’

By now, the school was aching to claim the small, gorgeous boy laying open in front of them, like he was meekly offering himself. Hands started their reverent exploration of the boy’s sweet body, some violating his most intimate areas between his slender legs and playing with the two puffed peaks that have been suckled to full sensitivity.

Harry squirmed in mixed delight and apprehension. His defence was stripped away, layer by layer…His groin was heating up with those clever hands pulling at his reddened cock and teasing his slit. Others palmed his balls, rolled them, and fingers that managed to make their way through the entangle of limbs reached down to push into his waiting, twitching hole.

Draco stepped back to allow them free reign, knowing he would be the one in the end with the right to claim his small green-eyed lover’s virginity. It was no wonder the entire school wanted a piece of Harry to ravish; he was simply too sumptious to ignore. His mind swayed back to the spell he would administer on Harry later (when he was taking his fun) so that Hogwarts students could start nursing and pumping his breast out.

By now, so many fingers were on Harry, and IN him, Draco could hardly make out Harry’s form. Colin was clicking away furiously, his eyes gleaming. There were a mass of hands at the brunette’s entrance, all seemingly trying to force their way up him, and Draco shivered at the thrill of being encumbered in that welcoming wet heat.

Harry had allowed him to play with his pucker freely with his tongue, mouth and fingers since they’d become a couple not too long ago. He loved having Draco eat him out. And the blond remembered the taste…oh the sweet, salty musk of the forbidden rosette before it had taken on a fruity tint. The wet, tender clinging walls of his rectum. The lovely screams and pleas from Harry as he was rimmed thoroughly and made to orgasm non-stop.

The spell Draco was about to use would allow even better treats. Harry would have a vagina formed behind his balls, of course. That is a simple body modification spell which, if used on Harry, would evolve and remain permanent since his body was already preparing for the change. He was special in every sense of the word, a precious gem in existence.

Furthermore, due to his unique makeup of genes and Harry’s innate self-sacrificing nature, his canal would also ‘lubricate’ himself when sucked and aroused, producing his own unique sweet-smelling and tasty brand of juice. If Draco did not predict wrongly, the fluid seemed to have medicinal effects for minor ailments as well. Draco shivered at the thought and grew hard. It would be a tamer, more delicious and no doubt more popular form of medication than the conventional bitter potions. Especially in Hogwarts.

Draco had a feeling that more students would ‘accidentally’ injure or poison themselves for an excuse to directly drink those juices flowing out from their Saviour’s beautiful hole. Not that they would have to, he thought wryly; Harry had already become the Hogwart’s whore for the students to use as and when they want to. Their vessel for release. Schedules are already being made to allocate nursing, sucking and fucking time with him for each individual every day of the week, before Harry graduates and moves on to service the outside world. There would also be orgies, parties and celebrations at which Harry would be used, stuffed and fisted the most.

Not to mention that the Slytherins had also suggested watching and filming Harry participate in some bestial activities, candidates including Buckbeak, Centaurs, Fluffy, Moony, maybe Padfoot when he comes to visit, and even Hagrid. Draco’s eyes had gone wide at the thought, though he could feel himself instantly aroused.

Hagrid’s member, when hard, could possibly reach in far enough to nudge at Harry’s stomach. Canine and Equine genitalia would stretch Harry’s hole so wide and tear him apart so deeply he could imagine fitting several fists up there (which no doubt will be attempted by those horny students). Not to forget the knots that come after, leaving Harry locked and at the mercy of the beast for a full fifteen minutes after, unable to do anything except feel his own anus impaled, stuck and overflowing with copious amounts of cum.

Draco, for one, knew that Fluffy has two impossibly enormous pricks. One can also imagine the amount of seed out of that dam. He wondered vaguely how Harry would survive if the beast wanted to fuck him with both, and guilty that he would hurt Harry so, decided to put restrictions on that case. Perhaps negotiating with Fluffy to modify Harry’s size would be enough. He vowed to make gentle love to Harry after to ease his pain.

He imagined the school – those perverts, every one of them - might want to plug Harry’s gaping hole and retain the beasts’ buckets full of come sloshing around in Harry’s distended belly for a few days as ‘punishment’, perhaps also forcing him to waddle around moaning in fullness like a pregnant man, then pressing on his belly to watch the cream gushing out his hole. Merlin knows, his lover had blushed ever so much at liking the feeling liquid bloat him up.

This reminded Draco of a Hermaphrodite’s ability, something he had spent most time thinking over. He wasn’t really sure what he thought of Harry being used as a rightful breeding machine for wizards. That is one of the destined fate of one so rare. As much as he is going to spread his arse and pussy for the world to plunder, Harry would forever be Draco’s, vice versa, and the only one to receive his utmost love, no matter the sick pleasures employed to show that.

But the image was appealing: the entire school running with children who had Harry’s essence along with whomever their father is. The Saviour’s gene would be spread, and Harry would have his perfect wish of a big family fulfilled in a sense. A natural Hermaphrodite has a pregnancy span of only five months, and a much extended lifespan. He would be the mother of a few dozens of babies if he wished, all of whom would benefit and grow healthy from his careful nursing and wonderful milk.

Malfoy babies would, of course, be Harry’s first and topmost priority. It was, as he had told him, Draco’s deepest wish to have Harry mother his children and he certainly agreed.

He was also initially wary of the real depth and thoroughness of the gene. It was not impossible that Harry could carry cubs and magical creatures in him as well. The correct combination of raging lust and desire from the beast as well as Harry’s own depth of willing submission to the mating act would trigger his impregnation. The more powerful their orgasms are and the stronger the seed, the higher the number of fertilized eggs in him. Draco had no idea what a merging of creature and human would result in, but it was actually probable.

Well. Harry IS a magical creature, in a sense. And it actually aroused Draco beyond belief…to think of wriggling cubs with cute little snouts buried in Harry’s body, hiding in his protective domain, suckling their fill out of Harry’s breasts after they are delivered.

He tried to visualize a round featherless little chick, a centaur baby with long flowing dark hair, a human baby of Lupin and Sirius’s godfather (who most likely would desire Harry be the mother of their child), little black cubs with green eyes lulled to sleep by music, and….

Draco’s mind drifted off and sort of wondered how big Half-Giant babies are, and if Harry was capable of birthing them. He tried not to think about it, and reminded himself to talk to the mangy Half-Giant before he allowed him liberty with Harry. If it were up to him, he would never let Hagrid near his love. But Harry might think otherwise and his sympathetic nature compel him to help continue Hagrid’s line.

A loud scream in the distance brought Draco away from his thoughts.

He could now see Harry overwhelmed by the sea of limbs and mouths on him like a herd of beasts descending upon their prey. Smith and Finnigan were both suckling at his nipples, squeezing at his chest groaning in lust as if they could already taste his cream. Weasley and Thomas were lapping hungrily down Harry’s abdomen, navel and belly. At Harry’s groin, Blaise’s and Theodore’s mouths deep-throated his shaft in turns and occasionally licked the copious pre-cum that flowed out of Harry’s bulbous head.

Harry was already lifted, suspended above the ground by a levitating spell so that they could have access to every part of him. There were mouths sucking on his sensitive inner thighs, hands stroking his calf and fingers tickling his feet. Further down, Draco saw his two lackeys lying on the floor, each kneading and chewing on one of Harry’s plump and firm arse cheek like they were trying out the newest flavours of buns in stores. Blaise stopped his licking momentarily to lap at Harry’s hole, which, only by squinting, did Draco see was already sheened in a little slightly opague peach-coloured fluid. The tongue went on to breach the hole swiftly and then it was covered from Draco’s sight.

Draco salivated. Seems like Blaise would not want to surface any time soon, if the addictive liquid and head bobbing was any indication.

Boot and Corner were laving their way down Harry’s back muscles, nibbling. Their hands roamed his back and under his hairless armpits, taking in the smoothness of his skin. They clamped their lips onto Harry’s neck, hot open kisses and hickeys marking that pale column. Longbottom was stuffing his tongue down Harry’s swollen mouth in a bruising kiss, which Harry broke away from in heavy pants to scream and shriek in mixed pleasure and shock into the air.

The girls were more willing to stand back and watched their beloved Hero submerged into the frenzy of being violated, their hands and lips sometimes grazing down whatever skin they could find. Pansy urged Blaise on with dirty talk, pushing his head into Harry’s butt crease. The Weaselette was flushed and her hands were already moving under her skirt. Granger took in everything with heated eyes, looking hot and bothered, both by the sight of Harry’s naked pinned body and at Ron Weasley’s mouth tasting Harry’s belly. The rest was hidden in the mass of bodies.

Harry’s head flung back and forth, side to side, responding beautifully and strongly to every touch. Tears were falling freely and his eyes were alternately wide and tightly shut. At one particularly hard thrust of Blaise’s head between his legs, his head was brought up to have his mouth plundered again and his eyes locked onto Draco’s. The green turned exceptionally piercing and clear, as if the fog had dissipated and he could only bore his eyes unto Draco.

Draco’s lip twitched, and his lust surged to a high point. He could feel it taking over. Harry’s mouth was then abandoned, and with pleading eyes, he reached out for his lover.

At that sight, Draco smirked and made his way over.

He has a lover to devirginize, make crazy love to and claim as his own, forever.


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TBC.

There will definitely be more, not to worry. I just hope this hasn't put you off, and that RL doesn't fuck with my schedule.

It's real fun writing this, and I LOVE reviews!! If there is anything you want to correct, or comment upon, feel free! I also accept criticms and ways to improve. If there are things or scenes you want to see, tell me and see if we can work it into the story. *winks* I live for HP and my beloved readers.

I have more planned out. Poor Harry, I still love you...>o<