To say Audrey Weasley was nervous as she made sure the last of the stockings over her fireplace was juuust perfect would be an understatement. She was waiting for guests to arrive after all, and as her first time hosting the annual Weasley Christmas, she HAD to make sure it went well. Beyond that though, there was what had happened last year...
 
To think it’d been over a year since that wondrous time. She’d been left pent up, abandoned… but rather than make the demure brunette witch resentful or spiteful, it’d simply left her wanting it all the more. All she’d had since that day was her fingers and the closest phallic objects she could get her hands on whenever the mood struck. Usually, that meant assorted vegetables which were then chopped up and cooked before being gleefully served to her unsuspecting husband.
 
Of course, there was also that one desperate time when she’d used the leg from one of her over-turned dining room chairs. It was almost as thick as Harry’s cock. Key word being almost. This Christmas was her chance to get some release, and everything HAD to be perfect. Looking around for a moment, a smile spreads across Audrey’s face and she plants her hands on her hips. Everything was just perf-
 
A whimper suddenly cuts through that thought, and Audrey looks down at her daughters. Blindfolded, gagged, and altogether restrained, Lucy is straddling her younger sister’s naked butt cheeks. The two are held together via some sticking charms in order to resemble a human chain, with a long cucumber connecting her pussy to Molly’s clenching asshole.
 
“Shush, girls.”
 
Crouching down, Audrey wipes away Molly’s tears, smiling at her youngest daughter. The young witch didn’t take after her namesake much at all, and in Audrey’s opinion, that was perfect. A seventh year at Hogwarts, Audrey was sure that Molly would please Harry… but not if she screwed things up with her damn crying!
 
“Molly dear, please cease with the tears. You’ll ruin all of mommy’s hard work, and then I’ll have to punish you again. You don’t want that, do you? Keep your makeup intact until your dear uncle can get a chance to ruin it. That’s a good girl.”
 
Straightening up, Audrey lets out a sigh as she looks around the living room again. She’d punish them either way, both her errant children. Her daughters were precocious witches at the best of times, and they’d been very obstinate with her. Honestly, she just wanted the perfect Christmas gathering. Was that too much to ask? Still, at least the two weren’t whimpering anymore. With that taken care of, Audrey tries to figure out what else she can do while she waits.

As it turns out, nothing, because a moment later, green flames flare up from her fireplace and the man of the hour finally walks in. Not her husband, of course. Not the girl’s father. No, the man of the hour is one Harry James Potter. He has a warm smile on his face just for her, and that alone is almost enough to send Audrey to her knees as he strolls up to her and clasps her shoulders.
 
“Audrey Weasley… so good to see you again.”
 
He doesn’t even comment on her daughters, though she’s sure he’s seen it. Audrey doesn’t bring them up though, as demure and quiet as ever as she smiles softly and ducks her head, squirming a bit in his grasp.
 
“Master…”
 
Harry just chuckles, while behind him, the fireplace disgorges more and more women. First come the other Weasley wives with their daughters in tow. It takes Audrey a moment to realize what she’s seeing as Harry steps aside and gives her a nice view. Fleur, Ginny, Hermione, and Angelina… the four of them are all wearing beautiful dresses with their makeup done up quite spectacularly. It would honestly make Audrey feel inadequate, but any superiority they might have been able to claim over her own rather plain, albeit homely features is broken by what their daughters are doing to them.
 
From Victoire to Lily Luna to Rose and Roxanne… each daughter has a massive strap-on that looks suspiciously like their Master’s cock pistoning in and out of their mother from behind. It’s not that the older Weasley women are leading the way… its that their daughters are pushing them forward with each thrust, forcing them to walk step by step until finally they bring them to a halt off to the side, continuing to fuck the four moaning MILFs to their heart’s content.
 
Somewhat broken off from the pack however is a mother-daughter pair that’s not part of the Weasley wives group. Namely, Apolline Delacour and Gabrielle Delacour, with the latter treating her mother to the same big-dicked strap-on fucking that her elder sister is experiencing at the hands of her niece. The veela look absolutely gorgeous to say the least.
 
Audrey stares for a moment, face aflush with delight and suddenly imagining next Christmas, when her daughters, properly tamed by Harry’s massive, bitch-breaking cock, got their revenge on her by doing something similar. It was certainly a nice thought, and it brought a perverse smile to the once innocent housewife’s face, even as her fireplace flared up again and more women walked through.
 
Next came the Black Sisters, all bedecked in leather dominatrix outfits. For a moment, Audrey Weasley very nearly has a heart attack as she lays eyes on Bellatrix Lestrange, leading the way. But no, she’s no dullard. She quickly understands what’s happening. This isn’t Bellatrix Lestrange, this is Nymphadora Tonks in the form of the once beautiful, once gorgeous Bella Black.
 
On either side of her, Andromeda Black and Narcissa Black walk as well, looking slightly younger themselves to match Tonks’ aged-down rendition of Bellatrix. While they’re all dressed in dominatrix gear, the reason why becomes apparent as they tug on leashes and drag forth several crawling girls. Delphini Riddle, Jocasta Malfoy, Astoria and Daphne Greengrass. That last one is a surprise. Daphne wasn’t married into either the Weasley or the Black sides of the family, as far as Audrey was aware.

And out of all of the crawlers, all of the women on all fours with bits in their mouths and collars around their necks, Daphne looks the least happy to be there, her eyes ablaze with anger and her face red with humiliation and embarrassment, rather than the abject lust that Audrey sees on Delphini, Jocasta, and Astoria.
 
After the Black Sisters and their pets take up position opposite of the Weasley wives and their daughters, one last group comes through Audrey’s fireplace, and she’s honestly glad that she convinced Percy that they needed to have their living room enlarged for family gatherings, because even with that, the room is now near filled to the bursting.
 
The women who last come through are a hodge-podge of unrelated witches, though Audrey has no doubt that every single one has tasted Harry’s cock. She recognizes most of them, of course. Aurora Sinistra was one of her teachers when she went to Hogwarts, and Katie and Alicia were both underclassmen. The Patil twins, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, and Lavender Brown were all from Harry’s class, while Luna Lovegood was his friend, Audrey knew that much.
 
Lavender seemed to be leading the pack, and while the blonde witch was crawling on all fours, she wasn’t the one collared and leashed… no, that was reserved for the embarrassed, moaning woman behind her, white of hair and green of eye. Their two asses were currently connected by what seemed to be a knotted dildo that left them stuck together, inseparable. This white-haired woman is actually the only one Audrey doesn’t recognize, as even the brunette housewife has heard about Delphini and Jocasta through the grapevine, through the family gossip.
 
“Oh now, what’s this? Don’t tell me… did you make this lovely piece for me, dear pet?”
 
Harry’s voice suddenly fills the room, and Audrey turns away from the other women to see him running a hand over her daughters’ trembling forms. A wide smile spreads across her face as he hums appreciatively, and she feels near-orgasmic glee as he describes her children, the fruit of her womb, as nothing but ‘this lovely piece’.
 
“Yes, Master. It’s for you… who else could possibly take such a seat?”
 
Harry grins at that, and immediately moves to sit down.
 
“Well then, let’s see how it is… oh this is QUITE nice. Very soft, very cushioned. Mm, you’ve out done yourself, Audrey.”
 
As he sits on Molly’s ass and rests his back against Lucy’s breasts, the two witches moan and whimper from the weight and the sensation. But Audrey just smiles, hands clasped together before her, well pleased at what she’s done to satisfy her Master. Of course, after a moment of getting situated, Harry grins at her and reaches down, patting his lap.
 
“Let’s test this thing’s capacity, shall we my pet? Come and have a seat.”

Audrey’s eyes widen in excitement, especially when Harry withdraws his cock from its confines a moment later and presents it to her, his intentions obvious. Hurrying over, not a care for her daughter’s wellbeing in her mind, the corrupted housewife eagerly hikes up her skirts, much in the same way the other Weasley wives are doing, and promptly sits herself down on not only Harry’s lap, but his cock as well.
 
She’s absurdly wet of course, but also fairly tight. It takes her a moment to fully impale herself, moaning all the while. The added weight doesn’t make things any easier on Lucy or Molly though, and the two young witches groan through their gags as they shudder and shake a bit beneath Harry and her. Of course, ultimately she’s cast enough magic on the both of them that they’re not going anywhere. This chair will not be falling apart on her beloved Master any time soon… not unless he wants it to!
 
Once she’s properly impaled on Harry’s cock and sitting poised on his lap, the powerful wizard wraps his arms around Audrey’s waist and looks out from behind her, smiling at the assembled witches before him, all waiting for his attention.
 
“Lots of new faces this year, my dear. Let me introduce you, shall I?”
 
That’s exactly what he does. It is true that since the last time they’d all been together, the number of witches has grown quite large indeed. Daphne Greengrass was apparently a very naughty bitch of a witch who’d tried to control Harry when he started his sabbatical at Hogwarts. Now she was just his bitch, like the rest of them. Meanwhile, as Audrey already knew (not that she was going to interrupt her Master) Draco Malfoy was no more, and in his place, Jocasta Malfoy had been born. She was her mother’s daughter through and through, and seemed quite obedient from what Audrey could tell. Hmph, not like her own children, who still needed to learn to be quiet when Harry was speaking…
 
Then there were the Patil twins. Audrey couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of the Indian Witches, both of them dressed like erotic belly dancers. Meaning that rather than having dresses to cover up everything but their caramel-skinned tummies, they wore practically nothing at all, save for some nice gold jewelry and some absolutely gorgeous makeup. They were erotic and exotic and foreign, and Audrey couldn’t help but be a little enamored with the way the room’s light sources caused their skin to glisten and what not, as if they were oiled up.
 
After them, Harry introduces Audrey to Hannah Abbott and Luna Lovegood, as well as Aurora Sinistra and Apolline Delacour. Audrey smiles and gives each a nod, though most are in no position to nod back. Apolline Delacour in particular is still being fucked from behind by her youngest daughter, and damn if she doesn’t look fucking amazing getting that massive strap-on shoved up her cunt again and again.
 
“Finally, last but not least, we have these two… Lavender is a dear friend of course, while Cirilla here, or Ciri for short, is in dire need of punishment, as she’ll happily admit.”
 
Audrey turns her gaze towards Lavender Brown and this ‘Cirilla’. The white-haired woman that Harry has just pointed out nods along with his words even as she moans, clawing at the ground while Lavender… well, Lavender goes to town. As every woman in the room watches on, Lavender continues to pound into Ciri with a wild abandon, the knot on the dildo keeping them locked together magically growing and vibrating intensely with every thrust.
 
In the meantime, Harry explains what happened to Audrey. How Ciri was from another world, and when she arrived, she was tricked by some Pureblood men into hunting for Lavender because of her werewolf curse. Now she was making up her penance, and from the orgasmic, fucked silly expression that soon comes over the white-haired woman’s face, she was doing so quite willingly, enjoying every last bit of the experience.
 
Audrey didn’t mind that. She didn’t mind it one bit. Nor did she mind when Harry finally finished up his story and called out to everyone else.
 
“No need to keep standing around, girls! Enjoy yourselves!”
 
And like that, Audrey Weasley’s mundame, immaculate, vanilla home descends into a house of unbridled debauchery and ecstasy, lust and pleasure warring with one another as those witches in control descend upon the witches who are most obviously not, everyone getting their pleasure from one another. At the same time, Audrey doesn’t get to spend much time watching this, because before she knows it, Harry’s hands are centered on her hips… and quite suddenly, he’s fucking her MUCH harder, thrusting up into her and using her daughters as leverage to do so, even as she in turn is bounced violently up and down his massive length.
 
After waiting an entire year to feel this giant, throbbing phallus again, Audrey Weasley quickly loses all sense of self and coherency as she’s fucked into oblivion, orgasm after orgasm wracking her body. Her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth, and she finds herself washed away by an ocean of pleasure, a sea of ecstasy. By the time Harry cums inside of her and then drops her to the ground, face first, ass up, Audrey Weasley doesn’t even know what ‘up’ is anymore. Up is down, down is up, and the whole world is just utter bliss as the demure brunette housewife is left to slowly recover from the truly epic plowing she’s just received.
 
Barely cognizant of Harry leaving his ‘chair’ and stepping over her, Audrey just moans with a perverted smile across her face and her fingers thrusting in and out of her messy, creampied cunt. All her perfectly prepared plans will soon be utterly ruined, her home will soon be in shambles by the massive orgy spreading throughout it… but that’s alright. As long as Harry is happy, she’s happy too.
 
-x-X-x-
 
Harry is indeed VERY happy with what he’s wrought as he steps over Audrey Weasley’s twitching, still-climaxing form and moves to where Lavender and Ciri are still having their fun. Grinning down at them both, Harry nods to Lavender, who looks up at him with a wicked gleam in her eye before tearing herself forward, the knotted dildo removing itself from Ciri’s ass for a moment with a satisfying scream of pain and pleasure erupting from the white-haired female Witcher as a result.
 
“Let’s have some fun with her together, shall we my dear?”
 
Lavender certainly isn’t opposed, and Ciri’s in no position to refuse. The beautiful, fit woman is soon lifted up between them, with the knotted dildo repurposed into a strap-on as Lavender pushes it back up the Witcher’s ass, filling her bowels once again with the magical sex toy. Meanwhile, she faces Ciri away from her, holding her aloft with an arm under each of the woman’s legs. In this manner, the beautiful green-eyed extradimensional traveler is presented to Harry like some prize, biting her lower lip and staring at him with a glazed look of lust and desire on her face.
 
Harry grabs Ciri by the thighs as he steps in, his thumb tracing over her rose tattoo while his cock pushes into her gushing wet pussy without hesitation. He begins to fuck her right then and there, and he can feel as Lavender does the same. The two of them DP the helpless female Witcher between them, and Ciri has the time of her life getting double-fucked by the pair in both lower orifices, moaning wantonly, tossing her head back across Lavender’s shoulder, and clutching at both of them with her hands for support.
 
They grind Ciri together, the meat of their sandwich as they push and fuck and plow her silly. Her substantial breasts are pressed into Harry’s chest and her hard nipples rub against his pecs quite pleasurable. Meanwhile Lavender presses her own breasts into Ciri’s back, pushing the white-haired young woman forward as they plug up her holes and use her like nothing more than the fuck toy she is. She’s their bitch in that moment, and all three of them know it. How can they not? And how can they not love it at the same time?
 
Ciri cums again and again and again, without pause, without hesitation. Her orgasms soon see her gorgeous green eyes rolling back in her head, the tears of joy streaming down her face ruining her mascara and her makeup. Her mouth is open in a perpetual moan now, and her tongue lolls out every once in a while to wag before Harry’s eyes, offering itself up to him.
 
He makes sure to take advantage of that, leaning in to nip and bite at Ciri’s wiggling mouth muscle when it happens, dominating her with his own tongue once in a while with a deep, passionate, domineering kiss. He also kisses Lavender though, whenever Ciri’s head is lulled back on the blonde werewolf’s shoulder due to a particularly explosive, mind-blowing orgasm. Harry will lean in then too, and his and Lavender’s tongues will intertwine as they make out while sharing in the pleasure of breaking the meat of their sandwich.
 
Finally though, Harry does cum. He cums, and he fills Ciri’s womb with his seed. Upon doing so, he pulls out and reaches for Lavender, caressing her face as the well-built blonde holds the white-haired female Witcher aloft even then, the magical knotted dildo still buried in her asshole, still chugging away at the weakened young woman’s body.
 
“Go let the girls play with her, Lavender. Their mothers are probably fairly used up by now, after all.”
 
Lavender just smirks and nods, moving away to do exactly that. Victoire, Lily Luna, Rose, and Roxanne are all too willing to leave their mothers behind as they focus instead on their daddy’s newest toy. Ciri is soon orgasming anew under brutal fistings and inquisitive, questing tongues… and clearing having the time of her life, if the ecstatic, fucked stupid look on her face is any indication.
 
Harry, meanwhile, turns his attention to another group of women. He snaps his finger at each of six beauties, and watches as they hurry to kneel before him, eyes wide and filled with desire, his very magic making sure they can’t possibly miss or ignore his call, regardless of the debauchery they were taking part in previously. Smirking, Harry looks down at the witches he’s assembled.
 
“Delacours… Weasleys…”
 
On one side of him, Gabrielle, Fleur, and Apolline all kneel, the three beautiful veela, all in different stages of their life, still utterly beautiful and gorgeous, one and all. Of course, Fleur is a Weasley too, but no one tries to bring that up. Not a single one of them is going to dare to correct their Master, after all, and if Harry wants to call her a Delacour for the purposes of whatever he has planned, they aren’t going to try to contradict that.
 
On the other side, he has Ginny, Hermione, and Angelina all waiting. Smirking down at the six, Harry considers them for a moment, enjoying making them all squirm. Finally though, he grins and points to both groups.
 
“Delacours… let’s see which of you gets the first fucking, shall we? First to leave a Weasley Wife as a drooling mess gets my cock!”
 
And like that, the veelas lunge forward, the ‘Weasley Wives’ for this scenario still trying to process his words and catch up. Gabby takes Ginny, Fleur takes Hermione, and Apolline takes Angelina as the Delacour witches try desperately to bring the beautiful women they’ve been assigned to climax. Harry, meanwhile, turns from the beautiful vision of group sex and decides it’s finally time to enjoy Audrey’s virgin gifts to the fullest.
 
It’d been fun, pretending her naked whimpering daughters were nothing but a chair to use while he slaked his lusts on the brunette’s body, but now… well, a quick bit of magic and Audrey was back up and ready to go, feeling quite energized. Smirking, Harry nods to the chair, even as he begins to unravel the spells keeping poor Lucy and Molly aloft.
 
They’re still bound, gagged, and blindfolded though. Harry makes sure to remove the blindfolds, but he keeps their gags and their bondage in place, even as Audrey grabs her daughters by the hair and drags them to their knees, presenting them to him in eager silence. Harry looks them over for a moment. Funnily enough, Molly the Second is the least Weasley of the lot. Audrey’s brunette coloring had won out, and Molly was not a ginger like her namesake or the vast majority of her family.
 
Lucy on the other hand had Percy’s coloring, though from what Harry had heard, not his disposition. No, apparently, the female Percy in the family was Molly the Second. Heh, a female Percy… perish the thought. Best to break the young witch now, before she got any crazy ideas in her head. First though, he’d have her older sister. Sitting in an ACTUAL armchair this time, Harry gestures at Lucy and Audrey is quick to abandon her other daughter to bring her eldest over.
 
Interestingly enough, Molly seems the most resistant to the obscene orgy happening around her. She’s flustered, but she’s also disgusted, her nose wrinkling as she tries to find someplace to look that ISN’T a scene of debauchery and depravity the likes of which she’s never laid eyes on before this day. In the end, she has to settle for staring down at the ground, but even in that position, Harry can see her glaring angrily at the floor. While her hair makes her look a lot like her mother, she certainly doesn’t take after the demure, quiet housewife that Harry broke a year ago, from what he’s heard. Lily has spent the last decade complaining about Molly, after all.
 
Still, he’s chosen Lucy first, and that’s who he starts with. Lucy, who is a lot like her mother in disposition. Lucy, who even through the gag in her mouth, cries for that very same mother, even as Audrey Weasley pushes her own daughter into his lap, gripping Lucy’s hips tightly and preparing to deflower her right then and there. Harry stops her for a second, enjoying the anticipation as he reaches up and brushes his knuckles across one of her trembling cheeks.
 
“There, there, my dear. It’s going to be okay…”
 
While he plays ‘good cop’, Audrey seems eager to play bad. Growling, the older witch reaches up from behind Lucy and grabs her daughter’s tits, squeezing them quite hard and pinching the nipples as the young witch cries out through her gag.
 
“Stop your complaining, you little bitch. Take your new daddy’s cock and don’t raise a fuss, you hear me?”
 
Harry continues to smile somewhat benignly, and continues to stroke Lucy’s flesh quite… gently, even as he gives Audrey the slightest nod and watches as mother once more grabs her daughter by the hips, this time finishing what she’d started and SLAMMING Lucy down onto his cock, impaling her own flesh and blood on her Master’s magnificent, majestic member.
 
The reaction is… wondrous. Lucy’s eyes bulge out of her skull, and for a moment her scream is silent. Then, the sound catches up with her, and though her scream is muffled, it’s still quite loud as Harry’s cock is rammed right through her hymen, taking her virginity and ruining for other wizards for all time. His size alone stretches her out quite spectacularly, and the young witch is left squealing and squirming on his dick like a stuck pig. Her tits bounce and jiggle all over the place, and her slightly flabby belly flexes as she struggles.
 
But with her arms bound behind her back and her mother holding her in place by the hips, poor Lucy Weasley isn’t going anywhere. Harry continues to coo sweet nothings to the girl though, treating her quite nicely. He leaves the cruelty to her mother, enjoying watching the betrayal in Lucy’s eyes as Audrey says this and that. But more than words, it’s the older witch’s actions that slowly break Lucy down over time.
 
The mother gives the daughter perhaps five seconds to properly adjust to Harry’s size. Then, she drags Lucy halfway up his dick, only to slam her back down again. This continues on for quite some time, with Harry just sitting there, not having to do anything to fuck Lucy Weasley to his heart’s content. Audrey does all the work, forcing her daughter to bounce on his dick, demanding that Lucy put her own effort into it as well.
 
Soon, despite being tied up and gagged, Lucy is indeed trying to follow her mother’s instructions. Tears stream down her face and the makeup that Harry can see Audrey painstakingly put on both her daughters is slowly ruined by the crying. Harry doesn’t mind that though. If anything, it turns him on even more, as he watches the young witch slowly break, as he watches her undulate and gyrate herself across his cock of her own will. Not her choice, but she’s doing what her mother demands of her all the same.
 
And when that first orgasm hits, Harry doesn’t think anyone is more surprised by it than Lucy herself. He can’t help but wonder if the poor girl had never had one before, given the way her eyes went wide and a confused, muffled moan emitted from around her gag. But while it may be the first, it certainly isn’t the last. As the young witch is exposed to more and more pleasure at the end of his cock and the hands of her mother, Harry eventually shoos Audrey away. She goes to Molly, to begin preparing her youngest, while it’s Harry’s hands that replace Lucy’s mother’s as he begins to thrust up into her form below.
 
Lucy’s eyes, which had lulled shut by this point, snap open as she feels Harry’s large, masculine grip on her hips. Harry’s kind, gentle smile becomes mischievous as he bounces her just once on his cock, eliciting a pleasured moan from her gagged mouth.
 
“You’re beginning to enjoy yourself, honey… just let it happen. Just let go and have some fun. Your mother certainly has, now hasn’t she?”
 
Lucy whines as he continues to fuck her, but its not long before the next orgasm hits. And then the next, and the next, and the next. Eventually, the red head isn’t in any frame of mind NOT to take Harry’s advice. If there’s one thing the powerful wizard knows by now, its how to break a witch’s mind with nothing but pleasure. He cums inside of Lucy long after she’s insensate, her eyes white and the gag in her mouth the only thing from keeping her tongue from rolling out of her lips.
 
Filling her womb with his seed, Harry groans and then pulls the bound girl off of his cock. Standing up, he places her down in the chair he was sat upon to rest, chuckling as he ruffles her red hair. She was a cutie, that was for sure. In the prime of her life too, having graduated from Hogwarts just a couple years ago. But now… now he had to handle her sister.
 
When he finally gets to Molly, he’s surprised to find that Audrey isn’t there. Where she is, he doesn’t know… mostly because he doesn’t care enough to look around. Instead, he finds his own daughter holding the bound, squirming brunette in place, even as Molly, flushed with unwanted arousal and reluctant desire, whines in Lily Luna Potter’s grasp.
 
As he approaches, Lily looks up at him and grins wickedly, her fingers pistoning in and out of Molly’s cunt, which is likely FAR wetter than the tied-up witch would like it to be.
 
“Hello daddy~ I was just telling Molly here how happy I am to finally get this chance with her. I must confess, it’s been my dream to break her of that bitchy, uppity attitude of hers ever since we first met on the train to Hogwarts all that time ago. Mm, never thought I’d get the chance, but now I get to defile her in every which way!”
 
… Harry has never been prouder. He lifts a brow and offers his cock for a moment, and Lily looks at it consideringly, licking her lips briefly.
 
“Bring it here!”
 
Once his shaft is in range, his beautiful baby girl eagerly puts it in her mouth. With her one hand occupied with fingering Molly’s cunt and holding the brunette witch to her chest, Lily uses her other hand to grip her daddy’s dick and suck on it, slurping and bobbing her head up and down his length as Molly looks on from below, clearly disgusted and horrified and embarrassed.
 
Of course, Lily’s drool and Harry’s precum are soon dripping down onto the angry brunette’s face. Molly struggles and squirms and tries to escape it, but with her arms bound and Lily holding her down, she can’t get away. As Lily deep-throats her father’s shaft, as she buries her face in his crotch, his balls slapping against her chin, Molly is forced to watch from the best seat in the house, and take all of the excess juices from the experience.
 
Lily has become a master cock-sucker over the last year, and Harry is soon groaning as he grips his own daughter’s hair quite tightly, holding her in place when he finally begins to cum. But to his mild surprise, Lily disobeys him, tearing herself from his grasp and pulling his cock free of her mouth as he unleashes his seed. She gives him an impish grin, even as she points his dick down at her face… but more importantly, Molly’s as well.
 
The gagged witch can do nothing but scream in outrage as her features and her chest are absolutely COVERED in Harry’s seed. Lily ends up getting a nice, big facial as well, and her mouth is wide open in a big, tongue-y smile the entire way through, right until Harry is done unleashing the deluge of semen from his dick.
 
Once that’s done, Lily flips Molly around and pulls the girl back. Laying on the floor, Harry’s daughter drags the bound witch atop her, exposing Molly’s cunt as she begins to go to town on the brunette’s breasts and face, cleaning her up with her tongue while using her hands to spread Molly apart for Harry to enjoy.
 
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Harry kneels between his daughters spread legs and behind Molly Weasley the Younger. He places his cockhead against the Seventh Year witch’s cunt lips… and he thrusts in. Like Lucy, Molly is already wet. Like Lucy, Molly is also a virgin. She screams as Harry takes her purity right then and there, and she keeps screaming as he begins to fuck her nice and hard, pounding into her from behind with powerful, deep thrusts.
 
Lily, meanwhile, just laughs sadistically, bringing one of her hands up now that Harry is inside Molly and then bringing it down again to smack the brunette witch’s ass HARD.
 
“That’s what you get, slut! That’s what you get for being a snobby, snooty, stuck up bitch! You think your daddy is all that? Well MY daddy has been cucking him for over a year, and now he’s had your virginity too!”
 
Harry doesn’t even TRY to play the ‘good cop’ to Lily’s ‘bad cop’ here. Not least of all because Lily is more playing ‘brutal vindictive witch’ than anything else. That’s fine though. Molly can’t really defend herself, or Percy for that matter. With the gag in her mouth, she’s left screaming and squealing as Harry fucks her from behind, slamming into her cunt and hitting the entrance to her womb with every thrust.
 
It’s not long before he tears the first of many reluctant orgasms from the young witch, and not long before Molly’s screams take on a distinctly pleasured tone. Harry is sure that she would have all sorts of things to say if she wasn’t gagged, perhaps how much she hates him and Lily, perhaps how much she hates her mother for betraying her.
 
Alas, the gag keeps such words from ever coming out of Molly’s throat, and it’s really not long before the brunette witch is squealing in euphoric bliss rather than anger and pain as her eyes roll back in her head and she begins to bounce her hips back into Harry’s thrusting cock. Molly’s mind shatters as Lily uses her tongue to clean her up and her hands to spank her fat bottom and pinch her nipples. In the end, the gag DOES come out… only for the two witches to end up kissing one another feverishly as Harry finally fills Molly’s womb with seed the same as her older sister before ultimately pulling away.
 
He takes a moment to enjoy the view for a few seconds, considering briefly if he should fuck Lily next. He wouldn’t want his beloved daughter to feel left out, after all. But upon seeing him standing there watching them, stroking his cock, Lily takes a bit of time to wave him off, the look in her one visible eye from around Molly’s head telling him that she was having the time of her life, and that she’d find him for some of that delicious dick meat later.
 
Chuckling to himself, Harry gives his daughter a slight nod and then turns back to the next problem at hand. Namely, the six witches he’d left fucking each other for a chance to be fucked by him. By this point, during the time it took to defile, break, and fuck senseless both Lucy and Molly, all three Weasley Wives have cum several times.
 
Of course, Gabrielle, Fleur, and Apolline are all quick to claim it was THEY who managed to get their respective fuck toy to orgasm first. Harry just rolls his eyes, not having the time, patience, or really the desire to figure out the truth. In the end, he makes all three Delacour women wait, fucking Angelina, then Hermione, and then Ginny right before their eyes, one after the other.
 
The Weasley Wives, including his OWN wife, who’d long since learned her place in the pecking order since the year before, are all ecstatic to get a nice, big dicking right up their needy cunts, along with a large, thick load of Harry’s cream. He leaves them each with a slap on their fat asses before moving onto the next, until finally, he comes to the Delacour witches.
 
He has them give him a triple blowjob-boobjob combo first, watching as the three gorgeous veela do their best to pleasure his cock with their mouths and their chests, sensing that this was their best chance to stand out from their family members and get his attention. Of course, in the end, none of them are all that special. Fleur is certainly gorgeous, but so is her little sister and mother. Gabrielle is certainly enthusiastic, but once again, her mother and her elder sister are just as eager to please.
 
In the end, Harry bends Apolline over and orders her daughters to suckle from her teats as he fucks her from behind and lets out a nice thick load of seed inside of her. Then he fucks Fleur, with Gabrielle being last. In the end, there’s no real disappointment by the time he’s done… they all got fucked silly, after all. They all got creampied, they all got a little time at the end of Harry’s dick, experiencing pure and utter bliss.
 
Leaving those six witches behind, Harry finds himself having to wander a little bit. Audrey and Percy’s living room might be big, but it’s not big enough to contain the depravity of over two dozen witches once they finally got down to business. Eventually, Harry finds his next spot of fun waiting for him in the master bedroom, where it seems Luna now holds court.
 
He watches for a moment in silence, admiring the view. Luna seemed to quite like the way he’d had Tonks and the living Black Sisters become doms for the evening. She’d conjured up some dominatrix gear of her own, and stripped them all down, it seemed. Now Tonks, as ‘Bella Black’ had grown a massive futa prick, seemingly at Luna’s command, and was using it to ‘fuck the Nargles’ out of Delpini, from what Luna kept saying as she presided over the debauchery.
 
Narcissa, meanwhile, was slavishly butt-fucking Jocasta with a strap-on of similar size and make to the one Harry had had the Weasley daughters using on their Weasley mothers when they first arrived in Audrey’s home. And finally, the last of the three ‘Black Sisters’, Andromeda was out of her mind with pleasure, that silly insensate expression on her face as Luna left her a wreck with a fist up her butt.
 
The Greengrass Sisters were both servicing Luna, with Astoria regulated to Luna’s cunt while Daphne, as much as she hated it, was going to town on the smiling blonde’s asshole. Watching this from the doorway, Harry cocks his head to the side and strokes his cock, not quite sure if he wanted to join in, or if he wanted to leave them to it. There were plenty more girls to find and fuck, plenty more sights of debauchery to see. He’d see them all too, before the night was over… still…
 
“Harry! Harry, get in here and fuck Daphne up the ass for me, her tongue isn’t nearly as enthusiastic as her sister’s!”
 
And like that, sweet, darling Luna Lovegood takes the choice right out of his hands. Dragging a wide-eyed Daphne out from behind her, the domineering witch tosses Hogwarts’ Potion Mistress forward, past her younger sister and to the floor at Harry’s feet. Slowly, Daphne gets to her hands and knees, slowly, the Slytherin witch looks up at Harry with a hint of trepidation.
 
Harry grins and reaches down to grab her by her hair, dragging her up to her feet and then off the ground entirely as he manhandles her into position.
 
“N-No! Wait! Don’t you d-dare, I can never walk straight for a week after you use my AAAAAAIIIIEEEE!!!”
 
Harry doesn’t pay Daphne’s words any mind, and her weak squirming and struggling certainly doesn’t stop him from spinning her about, folding her into a full nelson, and then dropping her onto his cock right then and there. As he impales her ass with his massive schlong, he takes a step forward into the master bedroom, his hands behind Daphne’s head and his fingers interlaced as he starts to fuck her squished body nice and hard before every eye in the room.
 
There’s a slight pause as Daphne’s screams and squeals for mercy draw attention. Those who didn’t realize Harry was in the room yet because they were so lost in their own pleasure look over and smile happily at the sight of their Master having his way with the icy, bitchy witch currently being analized in his grasp.
 
Then, they return to what they’re already doing, either fucking or getting fucked. Luna is the only one who continues watching Harry, both of her hands now buried in Astoria Greengrass’ hair, grinding the other witch’s face all the harder up against her cunt.
 
“Yeah, that’s it Harry. Fucking give it to her. Mm, Astoria’s even increased her pace since I let you have her sister. Maybe I’ll let you have her next, if she does a good enough job. Oooh! She likes that Harry! She likes that a lot!”
 
Harry just laughs and continues to give Daphne the anal plundering she deserves, that she’ll probably always deserve. No matter how many times he fucked Daphne Greengrass, no matter how many times he taught her that her place was on her knees before him, no matter how many times he broke her with pleasure, she always bounced back at least somewhat. Perhaps a little less defiant each go around, but altogether, she was still the most rebellious and resistant of all his witches by this point.
 
After all, even Hermione had paid for her attempt to betray him and was now as loyal as could be. The only reason Daphne hadn’t tried the same thing was because she knew he had her by the cunt, that he had power over her. She knew if she tried to reveal him in any way, it would be her life that ended up ruined, not his.
 
And in the end, Daphne Greengrass was nothing if not selfish. She would be his fuck toy, his cum dump, his cock puppet. She would be all those things, so long as it let her keep her position at Hogwarts, and the small amount of power she’d grown accustomed to. She knew she was beaten, she just didn’t let that stop her from being the abrasive, cocky, icy bitch she’d always been, for as long as he’d known her.
 
That was okay though. It wouldn’t be as fun to fuck her again and again if she was just like the rest, another weak witch. The fun was in how unique each of his girls was and could be at the end of the day. And Daphne Greengrass was certainly unique. Plowing her silly, pounding into her ass as she cums again and again, squirting her pussy juices out of her shaking, spasming, bouncing body in a large arc… oh yeah, Harry wasn’t going to get tired of breaking her over and over again any time soon.
 
When her cries finally die off and her anal passage finally manages to milk a load from his balls, Harry fills her bowels and then drops Daphne to the floor, letting her land face down and slump into a prone position as she just lies there, moaning and groaning in pain and pleasure. Only then does Harry look to Luna and lift a brow. The blonde seems to consider what he’s asking for a moment, before humming and finally nodding.
 
“Oh, very well~ Come give Astoria some loving too!”
 
Reaching over the other witch as Astoria continues to eat out her temporary mistress, Luna grabs the woman’s ass cheeks and spreads them apart as Harry kneels behind her and slams his cock home into her big, fat bubble butt. Astoria’s ensuing squeals are in turn muffled by Luna’s crotch, and they don’t ever get un-muffled, with how Luna continues to grind Astoria’s face into her cunt, all while leaning forward and kissing Harry quite passionately.
 
Their tongues intertwine and wrestle for supremacy, but as they Eiffel tower Astoria between them, neither is truly dominating the other. Neither can, and they both know that, after a fashion. In the end, they makeout, they fuck Astoria together, and then they climax together, another load from Harry filling Astoria’s bowels while Luna’s umpteenth orgasm sees her squirting her pussy juices all over the other witch’s already-plastered face.
 
After that’s done, Harry doesn’t really… pay much attention to what he’s doing. It all becomes a little bit of a blur. With his stamina, it’s not like he can’t handle it all, but there does come a point where it all sort of blends together as time goes on. He knows for a fact that he fucks every woman in that room, eventually. Even Luna gets a nice hard dicking and a load in her womb before he leaves her atop a pile of moaning, creampied witches in the middle of Percy and Audrey’s bed, the Queen on her flesh-throne.
 
Then, the Patils show up and Harry fucks them in the hallway right outside the master bedroom, plowing both of the Indian Witches silly and thoroughly enjoying doing so. Sinistra is next, the dark-skinned Astronomy Professor turning up alongside both Katie and Alicia for a nice hard dicking that all three witches receive. Eventually, Harry gets to the daughters, the likes of Victoire and Rose and Roxanne all getting nice, deep fuckings for being good little girls all year round.
 
He ends the night buried to the hilt inside of his own daughter as Lily in turn grinds Ciri’s face into her clit, forcing the white-haired Witcher to pleasure her with her tongue while Harry’s cock pistons in and out of Lily Luna Potter’s gripping, tightening cunt. After cumming, that’s how he falls asleep, with Lily beside him and Ciri’s face buried between his daughter’s thighs.
 
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When he wakes up the next morning, it’s to three distinctive tongues giving him a nice, thorough tongue-bath. Audrey Weasley, along with her daughters, Lucy and Molly, are all slurping and licking at his naked body, working their tongues into all the right places as they hover over him. Harry blinks awake, and the moment he does both Lucy and Molly flinch in fear… but to their credit, they don’t move away. They continue to follow their mother’s lead, and Audrey is as enthusiastic as ever, eyes alight with giddy happiness when Harry looks at her.
 
Beside him, his daughter still lays out. Lily smiles as he looks over, and gives him a nod. Atop her is a familiar body, slack from the looks of things. Cirilla is laid out across Lily, with her head buried in the witch’s muff in a classic sixty-nine position. It certainly looks like his daughter is having quite a bit of fun.
 
“Thank you, daddy. Thank you for giving us all such a… wonderful Christmas~ Thanks for giving us some of your time. I know how busy you are.”
 
Harry just chuckles at that, reaching over to caress his daughter’s cheek.
 
“I am busy… but never too busy that you can’t call on me, darling. You are my daughter after all.”
 
Lily bites her lip and nuzzles his hand.
 
“Mm, I’d rather be the mother of your children, daddy.”
 
Now that’s a thought… Harry smirks.
 
“Maybe next Christmas.”
 
Even him considering it has Lily’s eyes brightening, before she lets out a sudden laugh.
 
“Oh man, how wild could next Christmas possibly be?”
 
For a moment, Harry is left to consider it. Last Christmas had been an affair in and of itself. And now, this year… letting out an amused snort of his own, Harry snaps at Audrey and her girls, sending them away without a word, his body now clean, save for their saliva.
 
“Well, at the rate this is going, I suppose we’ll need the Quidditch Field for the next time.”
 
Lily’s smile only widens, and then after a moment, it becomes an impish grin as she runs a hand over Ciri’s ass cheek.
 
“Mm, father… the new family pet seems to have dozed off on the job. I do wonder, could you help in disciplining her?”
 
It takes all of a moment for Harry to get up and kneel on either side of his daughter’s head, hovering over her face as Lily in turn reaches up and spreads the unconscious female Witcher’s cheeks nice and wide. Placing the tip of his cock against Ciri’s dripping wet pussy, Harry nods down at Lily… and then a moment later slams home into the tight passage before her, stretching Ciri wide and waking the Witcher up with a muffled shriek as Lily in turn clamps down with her thighs, holding her right up against her own dripping cunt.
 
Harry laughs as he drives into Ciri’s tight passage again and again full tilt, while Lily, ever the vicious, vindictive witch, bites down on Ciri’s sensitive clit at the same exact time. Getting into it, Harry gives Ciri a nice, thorough plowing with all his strength, losing himself in the pleasure of the fit young woman’s tight, clenching cunt muscles.
 
Faintly, he hears his daughter’s voice reach his ears, but the words aren’t directed at him, so he pays them little mind. They’re meant for Ciri after all, and they’re very much appropriate.
 
“Silly slut… new pets don’t get to rest so easily~ Get back to work!”
 
And Ciri does, as Harry enjoys the morning with a nice, early plowing of a gorgeous woman alongside the pleasured moans of his daughter while the impish minx happily massages and kneads his bouncing ball sack. All is as it should be, all is well. Throughout the house, witches are waking up from their own slumber to the sounds of pleasure, and soon they’ll once again be partaking in some early morning debauchery of their own.
 
A very Merry Christmas, indeed.

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