The Hogwarts PlayWitch (Ch. 11 - Pansy Parkinson & Hermione Granger: Part II)

Part 2 of The Hogwarts PlayWitch is finally here! The chapter ended up quite a bit longer than expected, but I didn't think it would be fair to split it into a third part. So here it is in all its glory! Enjoy!

Harry stood in the centre of the Room of Requirement, watching as the space transformed itself according to his desires. The walls shifted and changed, the stone giving way to rich mahogany panelling and elegant tapestries. A massive four-poster bed materialised in the centre of the room, its silk sheets a deep emerald green that seemed to shimmer in the soft candlelight. Plush rugs appeared beneath his feet, and mirrors lined the walls, each one positioned to capture every angle of what was about to unfold.

The enchanted cameras were already in position, floating silently around the room like attentive servants, ready to document every moment of what was sure to be PlayWitch's most explosive issue yet.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous energy thrumming through his body. This was different from all the other shoots. This was Hermione. His best friend. The girl he'd known for years, the girl who'd stood by his side through everything. And now, he was about to take her virginity on camera, in front of Pansy Parkinson of all people.

Can't believe this is actually happening, Harry thought, adjusting the simple black mask he wore over the upper half of his face. Hermione's really going through with this, just to put Parkinson in her place.

The thought made something warm bloom in his chest, mixed with a healthy dose of concern. He'd tried to talk her out of it, tried to convince her that she didn't need to prove anything to anyone, but Hermione's competitive streak had been awakened, and there was no stopping her once she set her mind to something.

The door to the Room opened, and Harry's breath caught in his throat.

Hermione stepped through first, and Merlin's balls, she was a vision. She wore a silk robe the colour of deep burgundy, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. The robe was short, ending mid-thigh, and with each step she took, Harry caught tantalising glimpses of her long, smooth legs. Her bushy brown hair had been tamed somewhat, falling in soft waves around her shoulders and framing her pretty face. Her brown eyes were wide and nervous, her full lips pressed together in a tight line as she took in the room.

But it was what the robe revealed that had Harry's cock stirring in his trousers. The neckline plunged low, offering a generous view of her magnificent cleavage, those heavy, perfect tits that he'd already had the pleasure of seeing once before threatening to spill out of the silky fabric with every breath she took. The way the robe hugged her body showcased her narrow waist and the flare of her hips, and Harry found himself wondering what she was wearing underneath, if anything.

Fuck, she's gorgeous, Harry thought, his green eyes drinking in every detail of her appearance. How did I never notice before?

But before he could dwell on that thought, Pansy Parkinson swept into the room behind Hermione, and the temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

If Hermione was a vision of nervous beauty, Pansy was the embodiment of confident sexuality. She wore a sheer black negligee that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the delicate lace doing more to draw attention to her body than to conceal it. Harry could see everything. The dark peaks of her nipples pressing against the flimsy fabric, the flat plane of her stomach, the shadow between her legs where a tiny black thong disappeared between her thighs.

Pansy's long black hair was swept up in an elegant style, a few artfully placed strands framing her sharp, aristocratic features. Her brown eyes gleamed with confidence and barely concealed lust as she surveyed the room, and when her gaze landed on Harry, or rather, on the obvious bulge in his trousers, a predatory smile curved her full lips.

"Well, well," Pansy purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "It seems our mysterious pure-blood wizard has excellent taste in decor." She gestured around the room, taking in the opulent furnishings with an approving nod. "Though I must say, I'm far more interested in inspecting his other... assets."

"Ladies," Harry said, his disguised voice smooth and controlled. "Welcome. I trust you both understand the terms of our arrangement?"

Hermione nodded, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink that made her look even more beautiful. "We do," she said softly, her voice betraying just a hint of the nervousness she must be feeling.

Pansy, however, rolled her eyes, her confidence bordering on arrogance. "Oh, we understand perfectly, mystery man," she said, sauntering closer to Harry with a sway of her hips that was pure, calculated seduction. "You get to fuck both of us, lucky bastard, and we get to be featured in PlayWitch. Simple enough."

She stopped directly in front of Harry, so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her body, could smell the expensive perfume she wore. Her eyes dropped to his crotch, and she licked her lips slowly.

"But before we get started," Pansy continued, her voice dropping to a husky purr, "I think it's only fair that I get to inspect the goods first. After all, if I'm going to let some wizard stuff his cock inside me, I want to make sure it's worthy of my pure-blood pussy."

Harry felt a surge of amusement at her words, knowing what was coming, knowing how spectacularly her world was about to come crashing down. But for now, he'd play along.

"As you wish," Harry said, spreading his arms in invitation.

Pansy didn't need to be told twice. With practised ease, her slender fingers went to work on his belt, unbuckling it with swift, confident movements. Harry watched, mesmerised despite himself, as she unbuttoned his trousers and slowly drew down the zip, the sound seeming obscenely loud in the quiet room.

She's done this before, Harry thought, noting the way her fingers moved with such practised precision. Probably thinks she's Merlin's gift to wizards.

From her position near the door, Hermione shifted her weight from foot to foot, her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive posture that did wonderful things to her already impressive cleavage. Harry could see the conflict on her face. The nervousness, the hint of jealousy as she watched Pansy kneel before him, the determination to see this through no matter what.

Pansy tugged Harry's trousers down, and his cock sprang free, slapping against his abdomen with a meaty thwack that made both witches gasp.

"Oh, my," Pansy breathed, her brown eyes widening as she took in the sight before her. "Oh, fuck."

And truly, Harry understood her reaction. His cock was a thing of beauty. Thick and long, easily twelve inches of pure, throbbing manhood. The shaft was covered in prominent veins that pulsed with his heartbeat, and the head was already dark with arousal, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip like a pearl.

Pansy reached out with trembling fingers, her usual confidence momentarily shaken by the sheer size of him. When her hand wrapped around his shaft, or tried to, her fingers unable to meet around his considerable girth, she let out a soft moan of appreciation.

"This is... this is magnificent," Pansy whispered, her voice filled with reverence. "Look at it, Granger. Look at this perfect specimen of pure-blood superiority."

She stroked him slowly, almost worshipfully, her eyes never leaving his cock as she explored every ridge and vein. Harry had to bite back a groan at the sensation of her soft hand on his sensitive flesh, his hips twitching forward involuntarily.

"Centuries of careful breeding," Pansy continued, apparently unable to stop talking even as she worshipped his cock. "Generations of the finest wizarding families, all culminating in this... this work of art."

She leaned forward, pressing a reverent kiss to the underside of his shaft, her tongue darting out to trace one of the thick veins that ran along his length. Harry did groan then, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine.

From across the room, Hermione let out a small sound, something between a scoff and a whimper, and when Harry glanced at her, he saw that her arms had dropped to her sides, her hands clenched into fists. Her brown eyes were fixed on the scene before her, and Harry could see the conflict written plainly on her face. There was jealousy there, certainly, but also arousal. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing had quickened, and if Harry wasn't mistaken, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin silk of her robe, hard as diamonds.

She's turned on, Harry realised with a jolt of surprise. She's jealous of Pansy, but she's also getting off on watching this.

Pansy had moved on from kissing his shaft to licking it, her tongue making long, slow strokes from base to tip, coating him in her saliva. She paid special attention to the head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive crown and dipping into the slit to lap up the pre-cum that continued to leak from him.

"Mmm," Pansy hummed, her eyes fluttering closed in apparent bliss. "You taste divine. I could worship this cock for hours."

She suited actions to words, kissing and licking every inch of his shaft, her hands coming up to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently in her palms as she lavished attention on his manhood. Harry had to admit, despite her arrogance and her blood supremacist nonsense, Pansy knew what she was doing. She was skilled with her mouth, varying her technique to keep him on edge, never quite giving him enough to push him into dangerous territory, but providing constant, exquisite pleasure.

Harry's hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her by the hair and fuck her pretty mouth until she choked on his cock. But no, that would come later. For now, he'd let her have her fun, let her worship what she believed to be the pinnacle of pure-blood perfection.

If only she knew, Harry thought, a dark amusement colouring his thoughts. If only she knew whose cock she's sucking right now.

Pansy took him into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely wide around his girth as she tried to take him deeper. She managed four inches before she gagged, her throat convulsing around him in a way that felt absolutely incredible. She pulled back, gasping for air, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

"Fuck," she panted, looking up at him with watery eyes. "You're so big. So thick and perfect."

Finally done with her inspection, Pansy pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. She sat back on her heels, looking up at Harry with lust-glazed eyes, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva and pre-cum.

"Well, Granger," Pansy said, her voice husky and breathless. "I think we can both agree that this is the finest cock either of us will ever have the privilege of experiencing."

She stood, her hand still wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly as she turned to face Hermione. The movement put her in profile, and Harry found his gaze drawn to the elegant curve of her back, the way her negligee clung to the rounds of her arse, the long line of her legs.

She is fit, Harry had to admit. Awful personality, but Merlin, what a body.

"In fact," Pansy continued, a wicked gleam entering her eyes, "I think this cock deserves more than just a simple fuck and a feature in some magazine. Don't you agree?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What are you suggesting, Parkinson?"

Pansy's smile widened, becoming almost feral. She could sense Hermione's nervousness. "I'm suggesting we make this interesting. A real competition." She paused for dramatic effect, her hand still working Harry's cock with slow, deliberate strokes. "I propose we make this a breeding competition."

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft crackling of the candles and the quiet whir of the enchanted cameras. Harry felt his cock throb in Pansy's hand at her words, the idea sending a dark thrill through him even as his rational mind screamed that this was insane.

"A... breeding competition?" Hermione repeated, her voice faint with shock.

"Exactly," Pansy purred, clearly pleased with herself. "We both let this magnificent wizard pump us full of his precious pure-blood seed, and whoever gets pregnant first wins. Whoever births his heir first proves once and for all who's the superior witch!"

She turned back to Harry, batting her eyelashes at him. "What do you say, mystery man? Wouldn't you love to knock up two eager witches? To fill our wombs with your superior seed and watch us swell with your children?"

Harry's mind was reeling, even as his cock throbbed with interest at the idea. This was mental. Completely and utterly mental. But also...

Fuck, that's hot, a primal part of his brain insisted. The idea of breeding both of them, of watching them grow round with my babies...

He looked at Hermione, trying to gauge her reaction. Her face had gone pale, her brown eyes wide with shock. This clearly wasn't what she'd signed up for. In her haste to one-up Pansy she'd agreed to have sex on camera, yes, but pregnancy? That was an entirely different level of commitment.

But then, something shifted in Hermione's expression. Her jaw set, her shoulders squared, and Harry saw the moment her competitive nature overrode her common sense.

Oh no, Harry thought. She's actually going to agree to this. She's actually going to do it just to beat Pansy.

"Fine," Hermione said, her voice steady despite the tremor Harry could detect beneath it. "I accept your challenge, Parkinson. Let's see whose body is really superior."

Pansy's smile was triumphant. "Excellent! Then it's settled." She turned back to Harry, rising up on her toes to press her body against his, her tits squashing against his chest as she purred, "You hear that? You get to breed both of us. You lucky wizard!"

Her hand had never stopped stroking his cock, and now she guided it between her thighs, rubbing his shaft against the damp fabric of her thong. Harry could feel her heat, could feel how wet she was already, and his hips jerked forward instinctively.

"But first," Pansy said, pulling back slightly, her brown eyes gleaming with curiosity and lust, "I think it's only fair that we know whose seed we're going to be carrying. Don't you think it's time you showed us your face, mystery man?"

Harry's heart began to pound, adrenaline flooding his system as the moment of truth arrived. This was it. The moment Pansy's entire worldview would come crashing down around her.

Slowly, Harry reached up and removed his mask, letting it fall to the floor. He cancelled the voice charm as well, letting his natural voice fill the room.

"Alright then," Harry said. "Let's see how you feel about being bred by me, Parkinson."

Pansy's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock as recognition dawned. "Potter? Harry Potter?"

"Hello, Pansy," Harry said, a sardonic smile tugging at his lips. "Surprised?"

The colour drained from Pansy's face, her expression cycling rapidly through shock, horror, and disbelief. "No," she whispered, shaking her head as if she could deny reality through sheer force of will. "No, that's... that's impossible. This cock, this magnificent cock, it can't belong to... to a half-blood!"

From across the room, Hermione let out a laugh, sharp and triumphant. "Oh, this is perfect," she said, her earlier nervousness evaporating in the face of Pansy's meltdown. "You've been worshipping Harry's 'half-blood cock' this entire time, Parkinson. How does it feel, knowing you begged to be bred by someone you consider beneath you?"

Pansy looked like she might be sick, her hand coming up to her mouth as if to hold back the bile rising in her throat. "I... I can't... this is..."

She turned towards the door, clearly intending to flee, to escape this nightmare she'd stumbled into. But Harry had anticipated this, had prepared for it. With a casual wave of his hand, the door sealed itself, the lock clicking into place with an audible finality.

"Going somewhere, Pansy?" Harry asked, his voice deceptively mild. "But we had an agreement. A breeding competition, remember? Whoever gets pregnant first wins?"

Pansy spun back to face him, her eyes wild. "That was before I knew it was you! I'm not letting some half-blood mongrel breed me! I refuse!"

Hermione's laugh was cruel now, delighted in Pansy's distress, revelling in finally having the upper hand. "What's the matter, Parkinson? Can't handle the truth? All that talk about pure-blood superiority, about the perfection of wizarding nobility, and it turns out the biggest, most magnificent cock you've ever seen belongs to the half-blood Boy Who Lived!"

She sauntered forward, her confidence growing with every word as she watched Pansy squirm. "You were ready to let him breed you just moments ago. You were so eager to prove your pure-blood pussy was worthy of his seed. What changed, Pansy?"

Pansy's face had flushed a deep red, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Shut up, Granger. Just... shut up."

But Hermione was on a roll now, her competitive nature fully engaged, her desire to humiliate Pansy overriding any remaining nervousness about what was about to happen. She reached the bed, climbing onto it with feline grace, and turned to face Pansy with a wicked smile.

"Tell you what, Parkinson," Hermione purred, her fingers moving to the tie of her robe. "Since you're clearly too much of a coward to go through with this, why don't you just run along? I'll be happy to take all of Harry's magnificent half-blood cock for myself!"

Slowly, Hermione pulled the tie of her robe loose, letting the silk fall open to reveal what she wore beneath. Which was absolutely nothing. The robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling on the bed behind her, and Harry felt his breath catch in his throat.

Merlin's fucking balls.

Hermione was naked, gloriously, beautifully naked, and she was the most exquisite thing Harry had ever seen. Her tits were magnificent. Large and heavy, with soft pink nipples that stood at attention, begging to be sucked. They hung perfectly on her chest, just the right amount of sag to them to prove they were real, with a gentle bounce as she moved that made Harry's mouth water. Her stomach was soft and slightly rounded, not flat like Pansy's but somehow more real, more perfect for its slight imperfection. Her hips flared out beautifully from her narrow waist, creating the most perfect hourglass figure, the kind of curves that men had gone to war over throughout history.

And between her thighs, framed by those beautiful hips, was her pussy. Bare and smooth, the pink folds already glistening with her arousal. Harry could see how wet she was, could see the way her lips were slightly parted, ready and waiting.

"Come on, Harry," Hermione said, her voice husky with desire and triumph as she spread her legs wide, her fingers moving to her pussy to spread her lips, giving him an unobstructed view of her glistening entrance. "Show me what that magnificent half-blood cock can do. Breed me. Fill me with your seed and let Parkinson watch what she's missing!"

Harry moved towards the bed, his cock throbbing with need, but Pansy's voice cut through the air, sharp with desperation.

"Wait!"

Harry paused, turning to look at her. Pansy stood frozen in place, her body trembling, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. Harry could see the war playing out inside her. Her pride and her prejudices battling against the undeniable arousal that had her thighs slick with her juices, against the fact that her pussy was absolutely dripping at the sight of his cock.

"I..." Pansy swallowed hard, her hands twisting in the fabric of her negligee. "I can't let her win. I won't let some mudblood prove she's better than me!"

"Then stay," Hermione challenged, her fingers still playing with her pussy, dipping inside herself and making her gasp. "Stay and let Harry breed you. Let him fill your pure-blood womb with his half-blood seed. Prove that you're not just all talk, Parkinson."

Pansy's breathing had become ragged, her chest heaving beneath her negligee as she struggled with herself. Harry could see the exact moment she made her decision, could see the moment her arousal and her pride won out over her ideology.

"Fine," Pansy hissed, her voice tight with barely suppressed emotion. "Fine! I'll... I'll do it. But only to prove that I'm better than you, Granger. That pure-bloods are better at... at taking cock!"

Harry's cock throbbed at her words, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip. The sight of both witches, so ready and willing to be bred, was driving him absolutely mad with lust.

"Well then," Harry said, his voice rough with desire, "let's see who really is better at taking cock, shall we?"

He moved to the bed, his massive cock swaying heavily between his legs with each step. Both witches watched him approach with hungry eyes, their bodies tense with anticipation.

"Me first," Hermione purred, spreading her legs wide to display her glistening pussy. "I want to feel that fat cock stretching me open, Harry. I want to feel you breed me like the desperate slut I am!"

"No!" Pansy protested, stripping off her negligee with desperate urgency, revealing her slender body in all its glory. Her tits were smaller than Hermione's but perfectly formed, with dark nipples that stood at attention. Her stomach was flat and toned, her pussy bare and glistening with arousal. "I should go first! I'll show you both what superior breeding looks like!"

Harry held up a hand, silencing them both. "I'll decide who goes first," he said, his green eyes roaming over their naked bodies appreciatively. His gaze settled on Hermione, taking in her magnificent tits, her soft curves, the way her pussy was already dripping with need. "Hermione. On your back. Legs spread."

Hermione's face lit up with triumph as she positioned herself exactly as instructed, her thighs parting to reveal her pink, glistening folds. Her tits spread beautifully across her chest, jiggling with each breath she took. She looked like a Renaissance painting, a goddess of sexuality laid out for worship.

"That's not fair!" Pansy whined, but Harry silenced her with a look.

"You'll get your turn, Parkinson," Harry said, his voice firm. "But first, I'm going to breed Hermione. I'm going to fill her mudblood cunt with my half-blood seed, and you're going to watch every second of it."

Pansy's face flushed with humiliation and arousal, but she said nothing, her fingers moving unconsciously to her own pussy as she watched Harry position himself between Hermione's spread thighs.

Harry pressed his cock head against Hermione's entrance, groaning at how wet and ready she was. Her pussy lips parted around his thick head, stretching obscenely as he began to push inside.

"Oh god," Hermione whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets as Harry's massive girth slowly filled her. "Oh fuck, Harry, you're so big. You're stretching me so wide."

Harry pushed deeper, watching as inch after inch of his thick shaft disappeared into Hermione's tight heat. Her pussy was impossibly snug, gripping him like a velvet vice, her walls fluttering and clenching around him as she tried to accommodate his size.

"That's it," Harry groaned, his hands gripping her soft thighs, spreading them even wider. "Take it, Hermione. Take every inch of my cock."

"I'm trying," Hermione gasped, her back arching as he filled her completely. "It's so much. You're so deep inside me."

From the side of the bed, Pansy watched with wide eyes, her fingers working frantically at her own pussy as she took in the sight of Harry's massive cock buried to the hilt in Hermione's cunt. She could see how Hermione's lips were stretched thin around his girth, could see the slight bulge in her lower belly where his cock was pressed deep inside her.

"Look at her," Pansy breathed, her voice husky with arousal. "The mudblood can barely take it."

"I can take it," Hermione insisted, her competitive nature flaring even in the midst of losing her virginity. "I can take every inch of Harry's perfect cock!"

Harry began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, letting Hermione adjust to his size. Each time he pushed in, Hermione let out a soft gasp, her tits bouncing gently with the motion, the soft flesh undulating like waves across her chest. And each time he pulled back, her pussy clung to his shaft, as if reluctant to let him go.

"How does it feel?" Harry asked, his voice rough with desire. "How does it feel to have my cock inside you, Hermione?"

"Amazing," Hermione moaned, her brown eyes glazed with pleasure. "It feels so good, Harry. You're filling me so completely. I can feel every vein, every ridge. You're touching places inside me that I didn't even know existed!"

Harry's pace began to increase, his hips moving faster, his thrusts becoming harder. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by Hermione's increasingly desperate moans.

"Yes!" Hermione cried out, her hands moving to grip Harry's arms, her nails digging into his skin. "Harder, Harry! Fuck me harder!"

Harry obliged, his hips snapping forward with more force, driving his cock deep into Hermione's willing body. Her tits bounced wildly with each thrust, the soft flesh jiggling enticingly. Harry leaned down, capturing one pink nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to pound into her.

"OH GOD!" Hermione screamed, her hands tangling in Harry's messy hair, holding him against her chest. "YES! SUCK MY TITS WHILE YOU FUCK ME! USE ME, HARRY! USE YOUR MUDBLOOD SLUT!"

The crude words spilling from Hermione's usually proper mouth drove Harry wild. He released her nipple with a wet pop, his mouth moving to her neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin as his hips moved faster, harder, his cock driving into her with punishing force.

"You feel so good," Harry groaned against her throat. "Your pussy is so tight, Hermione. So wet. You were made to take my cock."

"YES! YES! I WAS MADE FOR YOUR COCK!" Hermione wailed, her legs wrapping around Harry's waist, pulling him even deeper. "MY MUDBLOOD CUNT EXISTS TO PLEASURE YOUR HALF-BLOOD PRICK! FUCK ME! RUIN ME! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!"

From beside them, Pansy was fingering herself furiously, her eyes glued to the spot where Harry's thick shaft disappeared into Hermione's stretched pussy. She could see everything. The way Hermione's lips clung to his girth, the way her arousal coated his length, making it glisten in the candlelight. The sight was driving her mad with need, her own pussy clenching around her fingers, desperate for the same treatment.

"Look at you, Granger," Pansy panted, her voice thick with arousal and jealousy. "You're nothing but a cock-hungry slut. A desperate mudblood whore spreading her legs for Potter's half-blood cock!"

"YES! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I AM!" Hermione screamed, too far gone to care about the insult. "I'M HARRY'S WHORE! I'M HIS MUDBLOOD SLUT! I LOVE HIS COCK! I LOVE BEING HIS FUCKTOY!"

Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Hermione was close too, he could tell by the way her pussy was clenching around him, by the way her moans were becoming higher pitched, more desperate.

"I'm going to cum," Harry warned, his voice strained. "I'm going to fill your pussy with my seed, Hermione. I'm going to breed you!"

"YES! DO IT! CUM INSIDE ME!" Hermione screamed, her nails raking down Harry's back. "BREED ME, HARRY! FILL MY MUDBLOOD WOMB WITH YOUR HALF-BLOOD BABIES! KNOCK ME UP! MAKE ME YOUR PREGNANT SLUT! I WANT TO CARRY YOUR CHILD! I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE THAT I'M YOURS!"

Her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock like a vice as her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed herself hoarse, her entire body convulsing beneath him, her tits bouncing wildly as waves of pleasure consumed her.

"I'M CUMMING! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK!"

The sensation of her walls milking his cock was too much. With a roar, Harry buried himself to the hilt and came, his cock pulsing as he pumped rope after rope of thick, hot cum directly into Hermione's womb.

"YES! YES! I CAN FEEL IT!" Hermione wailed, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, drawing every drop of his seed deep inside her. "FILL ME! GIVE ME ALL YOUR CUM!"

Harry's orgasm seemed to go on forever, his hips jerking with each pulse of his cock, each spurt of cum flooding Hermione's eager womb. When it finally subsided, he stayed buried inside her, both of them panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat.

Slowly, Harry pulled out, and a trickle of cum immediately began leaking from Hermione's well-fucked pussy. She whimpered at the loss, her fingers moving down to catch the escaping seed, pushing it back inside herself.

"Don't waste a single drop," Hermione murmured, her voice dreamy with satisfaction. "I want all of your cum inside me."

Harry's cock was still hard, courtesy of the stamina potion he'd taken earlier, and he turned his attention to Pansy. The Slytherin witch was watching him with desperate, hungry eyes, her fingers still working frantically at her dripping pussy.

"Please," Pansy whimpered, all her earlier arrogance stripped away. "Please, Potter. I need it. I need your cock inside me."

"Do you?" Harry asked, stroking his still-hard shaft, coating it with the mixture of his cum and Hermione's arousal. "Do you need my half-blood cock, Pansy? I thought you were a proud pure-blood witch."

"I am," Pansy said, her voice trembling with need. "But I need your cock more. Please. I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Then beg for it. Beg me to fuck your pure-bred cunt with my inferior cock."

Pansy's face flushed with humiliation, but her need overrode her pride. "Please, Potter," she said, spreading her legs wide to display her dripping pussy. "Please fuck me. I need your half-blood cock inside my pure-blood cunt. I need you to breed me like you bred Granger. Please, I'm begging you!"

"Not good enough," Harry said, though his cock throbbed at her words. "Tell me what you are, Pansy. Tell me what a proud pure-blood witch like you has been reduced to."

Tears of frustration and humiliation pricked at Pansy's eyes, but she was too desperate to care. "I'm your slut!" she cried out. "I'm your pure-blood whore, desperate for your half-blood cock! I'm nothing but a breeding bitch, begging to be filled with your superior seed! Please, Potter! Please fuck me! Ruin my pure-blood pussy with your fat cock!"

Harry couldn't resist anymore. He grabbed Pansy by the hips, flipping her onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her, his cock head pressing against her soaking entrance.

"Since you asked so nicely," Harry growled, and slammed forward, burying his entire length in one brutal thrust.

Pansy screamed, her back arching as Harry's massive cock stretched her beyond anything she'd ever experienced. "OH FUCK! OH MERLIN! YOU'RE SPLITTING ME OPEN!"

Harry didn't give her time to adjust. He set a punishing pace immediately, his hips slapping against Pansy's arse with each thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by Pansy's increasingly desperate screams and moans.

"YES! FUCK ME! DESTROY MY CUNT WITH YOUR FAT COCK!" Pansy wailed, all pretence of dignity abandoned.

Harry's hands gripped her slim hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock with each forward thrust. He watched, mesmerised, as his thick shaft disappeared into her tight pussy, stretching her lips obscenely around his girth.

"Look at you, Parkinson," Hermione said from the bed, still fingering his cum back into her own pussy. "The proud pure-blood princess, reduced to a screaming slut on Harry's cock. How does it feel, knowing a half-blood is about to breed you?"

"SO GOOD! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!" Pansy screamed, her aristocratic composure completely shattered. "HIS COCK IS PERFECT! I DON'T CARE THAT HE'S A HALF-BLOOD! I JUST NEED MORE! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Harry leaned forward, grabbing a handful of Pansy's long black hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her even harder. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust.

"OH MERLIN! TOO DEEP! YOU'RE TOO DEEP INSIDE ME!" Pansy sobbed, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming pleasure.

"You can take it," Harry growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "You said you wanted to prove pure-bloods are better at taking cock. So take it, Pansy. Take every inch of my cock!"

"I AM! I'M TAKING IT! I'M TAKING YOUR PERFECT HALF-BLOOD COCK!" Pansy wailed, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "USE ME! I'M YOUR SLUT! I'M YOUR PURE-BLOOD BREEDING WHORE!"

Harry's free hand came down on Pansy's arse with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room. Pansy yelped, her pussy clenching around him at the sudden impact.

"You like that?" Harry asked, delivering another sharp slap to her other cheek. "You like being spanked while I fuck you?"

"YES! SPANK ME! USE ME! I'M YOUR PURE-BLOOD WHORE!" Pansy cried out, her voice breaking. "DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME! I'M YOURS! MY PUSSY IS YOURS!"

Harry continued to alternate between pounding into her and spanking her arse, watching as her pale skin turned pink under his palm. Each slap made her pussy clench around him, milking his cock desperately.

"I'M GOING TO CUM!" Pansy screamed, her arms giving out, her face pressing into the mattress. "YOU PERFECT COCK IS MAKING ME CUM! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK!"

Her pussy clamped down on Harry's shaft like a vice as her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed into the sheets, her entire body shaking as waves of pleasure consumed her. Harry groaned at the sensation, her walls rippling around his cock, trying to coax his seed from him.

But Harry wasn't done with her yet. He continued pounding into her through her orgasm, each thrust drawing out another scream, another desperate moan. His hands moved to her hips again, holding her in place as he used her pussy relentlessly.

"PLEASE! PLEASE, BREED ME!" Pansy whimpered, her voice muffled by the sheets. "FILL MY WOMB WITH YOUR SEED! I NEED IT! I NEED YOUR HALF-BLOOD CUM INSIDE ME!"

The complete reversal from her earlier prejudice was intoxicating. Harry's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as his own orgasm approached.

"Beg for it," Harry commanded, his balls churning with his impending release. "Beg me to breed you, Pansy. Tell me what you want."

Pansy lifted her head from the mattress, looking back at him over her shoulder with tear-streaked cheeks and desperate eyes. "PLEASE, HARRY! PLEASE BREED ME!" she sobbed. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT BLOOD PURITY ANYMORE! I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE A HALF-BLOOD! YOUR COCK IS PERFECT! YOU'RE PERFECT! PLEASE FILL MY PURE-BLOOD WOMB WITH YOUR SUPERIOR SEED! RUIN ME! MAKE ME YOUR BREEDING WHORE! I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I'M NOTHING BUT HARRY POTTER'S PURE-BLOOD SLUT!"

From the bed, Hermione watched with satisfaction, still playing with her cum-filled pussy. "That's right, Parkinson," she purred. "Accept your place. Accept that Harry's half-blood cock is superior to anything your precious pure-bloods could offer!"

"YES! HIS COCK IS SUPERIOR! HE'S SUPERIOR!" Pansy agreed desperately, screaming now. "I'M JUST A RUINED PURE-BLOOD WHORE BEGGING TO BE BRED BY MY BETTER! PLEASE, HARRY! BREED ME! KNOCK ME UP! MAKE ME YOUR PREGNANT SLUT!"

Harry felt his orgasm building to a crescendo. His thrusts became erratic, harder, more desperate. Pansy's pussy was impossibly tight, gripping him like a fist, her walls fluttering around his shaft as another orgasm approached for her.

"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Pansy wailed. "BREED ME, HARRY! FILL YOUR RUINED PURE-BLOOD WHORE WITH YOUR CUM! KNOCK ME UP! MAKE ME YOURS!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Harry buried himself completely and came. His cock pulsed as he flooded Pansy's womb with his seed, rope after rope of thick, hot cum pumping directly into her eager depths.

"YESSSSS! I CAN FEEL IT! YOUR CUM IS SO HOT!" Pansy screamed, her pussy clamping down on him as she came for the third time. "YOU'RE BREEDING ME! FILL ME! GIVE ME ALL YOUR CUM! I WANT TO CARRY YOUR BABY! I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE THAT I'M YOUR BREEDING SLUT!"

Harry pumped every last drop into her, making sure her womb was completely full of his seed. When he finally pulled out, Pansy's pussy gaped obscenely, cum immediately beginning to leak out in thick globs.

Both witches lay there, completely fucked out, cum leaking from their well-used pussies. They were covered in sweat, their hair messy, their bodies marked with Harry's fingerprints and leaking bodily fluids. They looked absolutely debauched, like the breeding sluts they'd become.

Harry stood between them, his cock finally beginning to soften, covered in their combined juices. The cameras continued to float around them, having captured every moment of their complete degradation.

"I think," Harry said with a satisfied smile, "that was the best PlayWitch shoot yet."

Both witches could only moan in agreement, their hands moving to their cum-filled pussies, making sure to keep as much of his seed inside them as possible. After all, they had a competition to win.

Disclaimer: This story is set in a period of time after the war, where Harry and his friends return to Hogwarts to complete their studies. All featured characters are 18 years of age or older.