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Harry sighed as he sat in yet another detention, marking a bunch of first year essays and wondering why he had even bothered coming back to Hogwarts. He had been offered a job as an Auror, but Hermione moaned that it wasn’t right if Harry and Ron didn’t get the qualifications that their colleagues had and both of them had eventually relented. If he was honest, most of the time Harry enjoyed his time at Hogwarts, getting to actually be a kid for once without the threat of a megalomaniac hell-bent on killing him dangling over his head. 

Then there was Snape. Why the man had come back to teach at Hogwarts after he survived Nagini’s bite was beyond Harry. He had even gone back to teaching Potions, now that Slughorn had insisted on retiring again, and Harry was once again forced to deal with the man glowering over his shoulder as he desperately tried to learn what was an essential subject to be an Auror. It wasn’t easy though, especially as Snape had banned him from using the Half-Blood Prince textbook, saying that Harry had to actually learn the point of the ingredients if he wanted to succeed.

As if to prove his point, Snape had purposely written the wrong ingredient on the board, looking to see who knew what they were doing and who was just following blindly. It had resulted in numerous ruined potions, mostly from the Gryffindor contingent annoyingly, and Harry had completely blown up at the man for his unfair treatment, which was why Harry was currently sitting in detention, the first of a whole month’s worth, trying to mark essays written by people who had yet to learn how to write with a quill, resulting in some god-awful scrawl that made even his writing look good. 

It didn’t help that he had been up late the night before, desperately trying to catch up on the summer homework that he hadn’t realised he would have to do until the last minute. He was completely tired right now and the low level lighting wasn’t helping things. He could do with some sort of booster to perk him up and he half wished that he had bought some of the energy drinks that he had seen Dudley chugging the year before.

“I wonder what monster tastes like?”

Harry hadn’t even realised that he had spoken out loud until Snape responded.

“It varies, depending on your tastes.”

Harry blinked at the man in confusion. “You’ve tried monster before?”

“Of course,” Snape scoffed. “Almost all Hogwarts students have at some stage, it’s why it had to be added to the sex education talk.”

“I think we are talking about different things here,” Harry said, feeling utterly out of his depth. “I was talking about the Muggle energy drink. And what sex education talk?”

“The one you should have been given by Minerva in your fourth year,” Severus huffed. “We usually do them at the end of the year but, in your fourth year I brought mine forward to make sure it was done before the ball.”

“Er, yeah, I was a little busy at the end of that year,” Harry pointed out.

“Regardless, Minerva should have made sure you had it. I know she can be a bit of a prude at times but does she not realise it is essential.”

“Well, it’s fine,” Harry insisted. “I have learned what sex is since then and I can’t see me having sex with monsters any time soon so we are all good.”

“You say that now but you wouldn’t be the first student to get caught unawares and fall down the slippery slope. It’s why it’s important that you are aware.”

Harry groaned. “Is my next detention going to be a talk on having sex with monsters because, if so, I think I might take a dive off the astronomy tower, thanks.”

Snape smirked. “Not a talk, no, especially as you seem to learn better through practical demonstrations as opposed to reading them in a book.”

Harry’s face fell in horror. “You want me to watch you have sex with a monster? Seriously, I have no desire to see you naked, Snape!”

Snape rolled his eyes. “Neither of us will be getting naked, you imbecile, and the fact that you think we need to shows that you still have a lot to learn about sex.”

Harry was confused, although the not being naked part was definitely a relief. He was still horrified at the prospect, although a part of him was definitely curious about what Snape was talking about and he found himself wondering what his next detention would bring.

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Harry felt a high degree of trepidation as he followed Snape out of the castle the following night.

“So, where are we going, exactly?”

“Hagrid has told me that he found a niffler hide, down by the boathouse and I want to milk them before they decide to move on.”

Harry frowned. “Why would they move on?”

“You mean other than the fact that students frequently use the boathouse as a place to smoke?”

“They do?” Harry exclaimed. “How is this the first time I am hearing about this?”

“Your friends are not among those who smoke and you had other things on your mind in previous years?” Snape suggested. “That said, I always thought you of all people could benefit from a little de-stressing.”

“You don’t say,” Harry scoffed. “That said, I’m curious how the students manage to get cigarettes here.”

“There are some enterprising people who buy them over the holidays and sell them throughout the school year,” Snape informed him. “That said, they also smoke dried gillyweed for a more euphoric effect.”

Harry gaped at him. “The stuff that turns you into a fish? How does that give a euphoric effect?”

“It has some of the same properties as cannabis,” Snape replied, causing Harry to gape at him more.

“I can’t believe this is the first I am hearing about this?”

“Apparently you have lived a sheltered life in many respects.”

“Apparently,” Harry agreed. “I still don’t understand how people smoking will disturb the Nifflers.”

“Because the high students often end up accidentally trampling on the Nifflers which sends them running and, with their cloaking ability, they are near impossible to find a lot of the time.”

“Ok, I get that,” Harry said. “What I don’t get is why you want to have sex with nifflers in whichever way you are apparently going to do that.”

“The way I will do it is by sucking the niffler off,” Severus explained, “mostly because their cocks are too small to use my hands, especially as they are very wriggly so I need to get them off as quickly as possible. As for why: Niffler cum is a high luck ingredient that can be used to increase the potency of Felix Felicis.”

“Wait, really?” Harry exclaimed.

“Of course,” Snape scoffed. “Nifflers by nature are skilled at seeking out treasure so of course they are proponents of luck. As something that is a source of life, of course their cum is going to be a concentrated source of said luck.”

“Well, when you put it that way,” Harry huffed. “I hope you don’t expect me to get off while you’re sucking off the Niffler.”

“Of course not,” Snape huffed. “Your sole purpose here is to keep the Niffler still while I get what I need. It’s why I can’t get the cum on my own. I will warn you now, though: Nifflers are tricky so I will need to hold it tight regardless of what happens. Do you think you can handle instructions as simple as that?”

“Yes, sir,” Harry snarked, giving Snape’s back a mock salute.

They trudged the rest of the way to the boathouse in silence and Harry wondered what would actually happen that night. The air was still, and quite cool, though not overly cold for an autumn night in the Highlands. The moon was climbing in the sky. It was nearly full and illuminated the grounds nicely when it peeked out between the clouds, adding to the calm atmosphere of the night. It was almost antithetical to the mixture of curiosity and trepidation that was currently thrumming through his veins, along with the excitement he had at the prospect of telling his friends that Snape had actually sucked niffler cock in the morning.

Not that Harry would actually see much. The shade cast by the boathouse blocked out much of the moonlight that had lit the path on their way down. There were mounds of dirt by the side of the building, but several of them, and Harry wasn’t sure where to start.

“Do we need spades or something?” Harry asked.

“I thought you had studied Care of Magical Creatures,” Snape scoffed, before pulling out a pocket watch that glowed gold when he stepped into the moonlight. “Keep your wits about you Potter, and keep an eye on this watch.”

Harry was a little confused as to why he had to watch the watch and not look for the Niffler, when the watch started moving on its own and he remembered: Nifflers loved to steal shiny things!

“Grab it Potter!” Snape yelled, holding onto the watch chain for all he was worth.

Harry wasn't exactly sure what to grab, as the creature was still invisible. He could see the direction the watch was being pulled. He wildly groped at the space until his hand landed on soft fur.

“Got it!” Harry exclaimed excitedly.

“Now push it onto the ground and, whatever you do, don’t let go!”

Harry did as he was told, the action causing the niffler to reveal itself and Harry began to feel sorry for the poor thing for what was about to happen. That was until it began scrabbling away.

“Potter!”

Harry dived on the creature, fearing what Snape would do to him if it got away. The creature rolled a bit as Harry tackled it to the floor.

“Well done, Potter. Apparently you are good for something.”

Harry lifted his head, giving his Potions professor a scowl, even as he pressed the creature further into the dirt. The niffler still tried to wriggle out from underneath him, using Harry’s body as leverage. Harry shuffled around, pinning the Niffler’s head between his thighs, pressing his knees into the ground to make sure the creature couldn’t get out. That didn’t stop it trying though, reaching its claws out to scratch at Harry’s trousers.

“Can you hurry up?” Harry hissed. His own head was just above Snape’s so he knew the man must have heard him. He pressed his hands into the soft fur of the Niffler’s belly, trying to ignore the long snout nuzzling at his arse. It felt strange, but not as strange as he thought it should feel, which only made Harry more uncomfortable.

Snape looked up at him, the moonlight shining through to highlight his smirk. “It takes as long as it takes, Potter.”

He ducked his head, but Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that Snape knew exactly how uncomfortable Harry was. He wouldn’t put it past the greasy git to purposely draw this out, just to punish him. The sadistic bastard was probably getting off on it as well, watching Harry squirm to try to keep his butt away from that snout. It was difficult though, especially with those grabby little hands that almost seemed to want to pull him apart.

Rip!

Harry let out a gasp as his trousers tore, opening his arse to the cool night air. Harry wanted to move, Snape be damned, but the bloody Niffler wouldn’t let him. The creature’s hands had wrapped around Harry’s hips and now the tables seemed to have turned as it was the Niffler that was holding him in place! That would have been bad enough but the things snout was still sniffing his arse, only now without the barrier from his trousers.

The Niffler’s snout was wet and cold and it caused a jolt of electricity to jump up Harry’s spine as it brushed over his hole. It was wrong, Harry knew it was wrong, so why did it feel so damned good. Then something warm and pointed poked out, tickling furled muscle and Harry cried out. It was on the tip of his tongue to call out to Snape, to tell the man to stop this madness, then what Harry could only assume was the Niffler’s tongue pushed deeper and Harry groaned.

He had never considered having someone’s mouth there before, let alone their tongue: a person’s arse was too dirty for that. For some reason though, that dirtiness didn’t seem to matter right now. Perhaps it was because he was literally kneeling in the dirt, or maybe it was because it was a creature. Whatever the reason, Harry didn’t care: it all just felt too good!

He could feel himself getting hard as he tried to subtly thrust his hips back to encourage the Niffler to go deeper. Harry wasn’t sure if the creature actually understood, but it complied anyway, opening its mouth slightly to do so and scraping at Harry’s sensitive skin with its sharp teeth. Harry groaned as the tongue pushed deeper, the devilish point fluttering somewhere inside him.

Then it hit a spot inside him that had Harry seeing stars. He cried, his hips jerking involuntarily, desperately seeking more of that sensation. The problem was that those grabby little hands still had a tight hold of his trousers, causing them to rip further when Harry jerked, all the way to his fly. Harry hated to think about what he must look like, but he was also too far gone to really care. The tongue and teeth had been bad enough, but now his cock was free and pressing into the soft fur of the creature’s chest. The smooth hairs alternately stroked and tickled Harry’s already engorged cock.

He had never been so turned on in his life. He knew it was wrong, but that didn’t stop him from wanting more of this delicious sensation. The hands that had been pushing the Niffler down shifted, pulling it up instead, to increase the friction. His hips started rutting as well, and he now had a better understanding of why Aunt Marge’s dog Ripper used to do this sometimes. It felt so good; he was moaning constantly now, his precum leaking steadily, only adding to the sensation on his cock. The new angle caused the tongue to slide deeper as well, hitting that spot inside him with every flick, and it wasn’t long before it all became too much.

Harry cried out as he felt his body tense, even as hot jets of his cum shot out to cover the Niffler's belly. Some of it landed in Snape’s hair, and Harry vaguely wondered if he would hold it against him. Knowing Snape, he would, but Harry was too far gone, riding the waves of bliss as the Niffler continued to stroke that spot through his orgasm, milking his cock completely dry. Then Harry felt the creature spasm as it let out a long, squeaky whine that reverberated through his hole.

Snape lifted his head up to spit something into a vial, only to duck his head again, doing something that made the Niffler twitch and whine again. Harry wouldn’t have minded, but whatever it was caused the Niffler to slump back, that wonderful mouth and tongue slipping away.

Harry shivered as a breeze blew over his now wet and overly-sensitised hole. His hands still holding the Niffler twitched, not wanting to let go of the creature, even as Snape sat up fully, spitting into the vial once again. He looked over at Harry and smirked.

“So, it seems as if the Niffler found a new hole to try to burrow into.”

Harry scowled at him. “Did you know this was going to happen?”

“I knew it was a possibility,” Snape replied, his smirk seeming to intensify. “I assumed you would realise it was a possibility as well, since a N.E.W.T level Care of Magical Creatures student should know the habits of Nifflers.”

Harry continued to scowl at Snape, not having anything to say in reply since Snape annoyingly had a point. That didn’t stop Harry being annoyed at how much the man seemed to be enjoying Harry’s discomfort. It’s why he had to grit his teeth as he placed the blessed-out Niffler on the ground and gingerly stood up. He could see his cum trailing down as he did, glinting in the moonlight as if it were a beacon, announcing what Harry had done. Harry wanted to curl in a ball and die of embarrassment but Snape only wanted to twist the metaphorical knife deeper.

“Congratulations Potter, it seems that you have discovered the joys of magical creatures.”

“I’d have thought that was obvious from the mess in your hair,” Harry shot back.

“Touché,” Snape replied, a smirk firmly in place even as he wiped Harry’s cum from his hair. “That may benefit me. These creatures are notoriously annoying to milk, sometimes holding on for hours: this is the fastest I’ve known one be brought to completion.”

“Glad I could help,” Harry replied, finally finding the strength to cast a Reparo on his own trousers to try to cover at least some of his shame

“So, do you want to help me gather more ingredients during the rest of your detentions?”

Harry looked at the man, knowing smirk firmly in place, and he felt more sure than ever that Snape was actually evil. Still, he found himself nodding, curious about what other strange delights the man might be able to teach him about.

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The full moon had risen the next night as Severus walked Harry to the fat side of the castle, into the hills and, thankfully, away from the forest. For a brief moment he had worried that Snape would want him to do something with a werewolf and Harry didn’t think he was ready for that idea yet. Instead they climbed to a moonlight bathed plateau that was surrounded by rocks.

“What is up here then?” Harry asked.

“Mooncalves,” Snape replied. “Their cum is an essential ingredient for a love potion antidote, an annoyingly essential brew to have at the school despite love potions being a prohibited item.”

“I guess them being sold at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes doesn’t help.”

“Indeed it does not, Potter, which is why I am employing you to help me gather a supply of moon calf cum, especially as it can only be gathered on a full moon and I want to make sure I have a plentiful stock for when the inevitable Valentine’s day mayhem occurs.”

Harry baulked. “You want me to suck off a Mooncalf?!”

“That is what I said, isn’t it? You got rimmed by a Niffler yesterday, and seemed to enjoy yourself immensely, so I assumed this would be right up your alley.”

“I didn’t get off on sucking it off though,” Harry snapped.

“And I don’t expect for you to get off on this either,” Severus said with a smirk. “I expect you to get the Mooncalf off.”

“I’ve never sucked anyone off before though,” Harry argued.

Snape rolled his eyes. “Have you ever sucked on a lolly?” Harry nodded. “Then you can suck off a Mooncalf. If it helps, their cum tastes like strawberries.”

Well, that intrigued Harry, as much as he hated to admit it, especially when Snape directed him to sit on the ground with his back to a boulder.

“So, how do you lure out a Mooncalf then?” Harry queried, thinking back on the night before when Snape had pulled out a gold pocket watch.

Snape laughed. “I assure you, Potter, no luring is necessary. The Mooncalves are quite used to students coming up here for a treat. If I’m honest, I’m surprised no one else is here.”

Harry shook his head. “It still surprises me that this is normal in the Wizarding World.”

“Do you actually know anything about the Wizarding World?” Snape asked. “Other than Quidditch and magic of course. What witches and wizards do for fun if they aren’t interested in sport, for example.”

“Well, no,” Harry admitted. “The Weasleys never did anything else.”

“So you aren't really in a position to judge, are you?”

“Well, I suppose,” Harry mused, his attention getting drawn as a couple of Mooncalves wandered out of the cave. He hadn’t seen one before, not up close anyway, but he could understand why they were called Mooncalves. In the light of the moon, their large blue eyes seemed to glow, nestled in their cool, short, pale grey fur. There was also what seemed like an inquisitive look in their eyes as they made their way over to where Harry and Snape were sitting.

He had no idea what he was supposed to do, so he looked over at Snape, seeing the man lift his head as a Mooncalf came in to nuzzle his face. A large pink tongue poked out to lick Snape’s lips and Harry felt a jolt of lust at the sight. He felt his eyes widen as the Mooncalf walked forward, lifting its front legs over Snape’s shoulders as the Potions Master opened his mouth. Harry was so engrossed he didn’t notice another Mooncalf moving to him until he felt something lick his ear. Harry gasped as his head flicked around and got the same tongue slipping between his open lips.

He moaned at the strength of it and hated himself a bit for wondering what it would feel like in his arse. He flicked his own tongue against the Mooncalf’s, only for the creature to retreat, leaving Harry wondering if he did something wrong. He didn’t have to wonder for long though, as the Mooncalf walked forward, putting its front legs on Harry’s shoulders as it pushed a fleshy protrusion against Harry’s lips. Harry couldn’t see what the creature’s cock looked like, but he didn’t have much choice but to open his mouth as the Mooncalf continued to push.

He was glad that he did. He had barely wrapped his lips around its cock when a dribble of the Mooncalf’s precum hit his tongue, making Harry moan. It really did taste like strawberries, and Harry brought his hands up to hold the Mooncalf still as he began to bob his head. The creature’s cock wasn’t particularly big and Harry had no problem swallowing it all down as he sucked as hard as he could, desperate to get some more of the delicious fluid.

The Mooncalf seemed to be enjoying it as well, bucking its hips and letting out an increasingly loud bleating sound. The strawberry flavour got more intense as Harry felt fluid pooling on his tongue, and he swallowed frequently, savouring the taste before it went down. All of a sudden, the Mooncalf's hips stuttered and Harry found his mouth flooded with a thick substance of the most delicious strawberry flavour he had ever tasted. He swallowed it down eagerly, licking his lips and practically chasing the Mooncalf as it moved away.

“Spit in the vial,” Snape said, thrusting a glass tube in Harry’s face. Harry just looked at the man in confusion.

“Spit what?”

“The cum, you imbecile!” Snape spat. “If I tell you I need something for an ingredient, surely even someone of your meagre intelligence understands that means that you are supposed to spit, not swallow!”

Harry’s jaw dropped. “I forgot. It tasted too good.”

“I am aware, Potter, but you are here as punishment, to help me to gather ingredients, not to indulge in your burgeoning desires. Apparently I wasn’t clear before, though, and it seems that you need further instruction.”

“Are you going to give me more detention?” Harry asked, hating the note of eagerness that crept into his voice. Snape seemed to notice as well, much to Harry’s dismay.

“Somehow, I get the feeling that giving you more detentions wouldn’t actually be a punishment: Merlin knows you haven’t learned anything from them before now. No, something else is in order I think; something that you are going to feel, so it can penetrate that thick skull of yours.”

Harry gulped. “What do you mean?” He could only watch in horror as Snape sat himself on top of one of the boulders with a flourish, and tapped his lap.

“Come, bend yourself over, Potter, I am going to spank you. If the pain doesn’t drill the lesson into you, perhaps the humiliation will.”

“You can’t be serious?!”

“It’s that or I let slip that you sucked off a Mooncalf,” Snape stated.

“You’re planning on blackmailing me to get to spank me?” Harry exclaimed. “Are you that much of a pervert?”

“I plan on using humiliation as a way of hammering the lesson home,” Snape argued. “How that humiliation occurs doesn’t bother me, only that it does. I wonder how Miss Granger would take to the idea of you pleasuring yourself with magical creatures?”

“Fine!” Harry huffed through gritted teeth, more sure than ever that Snape was evil and sent here purely to make his life hell. It was probably the main reason why the man came back.

He walked up to Snape and was about to bend over when Snape stopped him.

“Drop your trousers. You are supposed to feel this punishment after all.”

Harry felt his cheeks flame with a mixture of anger and embarrassment at the command, but he did it anyway. The cool night air blew against his cheeks once again as he bent over Snape’s lap, his arse thrust into the air.

“I suppose this brings back memories,” Snape mused, moments before he brought his hand down in a hard smack, the sound echoing around the peaceful plateau.

Harry cried out and made to jump away, only to be stopped by Snape’s hand on his back.

“Stay – still – Potter – and – accept – your – punishment.”

Each word had been punctuated with another smack, the force of the punishment having left Snape slightly out of breath. Harry’s breath was hitching as well, but not from exertion. Snape’s blows had caused his skin to become inflamed; Harry could feel the prickling heat despite the cool air. It stung, but the pain was nothing compared to the humiliation of the fact that he had felt himself get hard as well. He had never been smacked before, the Dursley adults seeming to not want to touch him in any way, and he was glad of it if this would have been his reaction.

Harry wondered if he could somehow stay where he was, just so that Snape wouldn’t realise his situation, when he felt something cool and leathery pressing against his arse and he moaned. Looking over his shoulder, Harry noticed one of the Mooncalves nuzzling him. Harry moaned.

“Apparently the Mooncalf thinks I went too far,” Snape said. “Would you like me to shoo it away?”

“No!” Harry exclaimed, although it came out as more of a moan as he felt the Mooncalf begin to lick all over his tender skin. The rapidly cooling saliva did wonders to soothe Harry’s skin, although it wasn’t helping his erection at all. He shifted a bit, hoping Snape wouldn’t notice, but of course the man did.

“Why don’t you stretch your hands back, show the Mooncalf where you really want his tongue?”

Harry scowled up at Snape as much as he could through his fringe, but he still moved his hands to spread his arse cheeks apart. The Mooncalf seemed to get the hint and started nuzzling at Harry’s hole before pressing its tongue inside.

The tongue was much stronger and wider than the Niffler’s, causing a slight burn as it forced Harry’s hole open. It was nothing compared to the sting from the spanking, though, and Harry actually found himself enjoying it. It caused a bit of a pressure inside him, almost making him feel full, and he moaned as he pushed back on the tongue.

The problem was that, while wider, the Mooncalf’s tongue wasn’t as long, not getting anywhere near that delicious spot inside him. That didn’t stop Harry trying though, spreading his cheeks wider and bucking his hips in a desperate attempt to get more. He knew he must look a state but, in that minute, he didn’t care, simply enjoying the sensations. He had never been this full before and he found himself enjoying it, almost wishing that he could merge the Niffler and Mooncalf tongues.

“I think that’s enough of that,” Snape said, and Harry hated that he whined as the Potions Master pushed the Mooncalf away. “You are getting far too excited and I do not want you making a mess of my robes like you did with my hair yesterday.

Harry whimpered, and wondered if he could just have a wank anyway when he found himself pulled onto Snape’s lap.

“What the–” Harry’s exclamation transformed into a gasp as Snape wrapped his hand around Harry’s cock. “Fuck, Snape!”

“No thank you, Potter, I am purely doing this because I don’t trust your aim.”

“I haven’t had any–um–issues before.”

“Yesterday.”

“That was different!” Harry argued, gasping again as Snape tightened his grip slightly and began to pump his fist.

“Personally I’d rather not take chances. That said, I can stop if you like.” He punctuated the suggestion with a twist of his wrist.

“Ngh! You’re good!” Harry grunted, leaning back into Snape. It was weird, but Snape’s hand felt far better than his own and the man seemed to really know what he was doing. Of course, it made sense, what with Snape being Snape, that he would be well experienced at wanking. Still, Harry didn’t see why he couldn’t enjoy that experience as well. It wasn’t as if he and Snape hadn’t already done stuff, albeit not directly so far; it wasn’t like it meant anything.

Resigning himself to his position, Harry leaned back into his Professor, thrusting his hips slightly as he enjoyed himself while someone else did the work for once. Snape’s hand was surprisingly smooth, as opposed to his own Quidditch roughened one, emphasising that it really was another person getting him off like this. He even tried to slip into a fantasy, imagining Ginny’s hand instead, but for some reason that didn’t seem to stick. Ginny’s hands would be just as rough as Harry’s though, and Harry’s mind kept re-conjuring images of the man behind him.

It probably helped that Snape’s hands felt nice; the smooth palms a wonderful contrast to the rough fabric of Snape’s robes rubbing against his abused arse, made worse because of the dampness from the Mooncalf’s licking. Speaking of the Mooncalf, it was apparently intrigued by what was happening, coming over and nuzzling Harry’s balls. Its leathery, cool nose was an interesting contrast to the smooth warm hand of Snape and it wasn’t long before Harry felt his balls draw up, moments before his cum shot from his cock.

True to his word, Snape aimed Harry’s seed away from him, namely over the Mooncalf, and Harry felt himself cum harder as he covered the creature in his release. The Mooncalf seemed pleased, licking off the cum that it could reach, and the other Mooncalf came over to finish cleaning him up.

“I think you’ll find they are excited again,” Snape said.

“Really?” Harry asked, looking over his shoulder at Snape, surprised at how close the man was.

“Indeed. Get on the floor: you can make up for your earlier mistake.”

He stood up, causing Harry to drop to the floor with an ‘oof’; the hard ground hurt but at least the cool stone soothed his skin a bit. The Mooncalf came over before he had even lifted his head, apparently more than eager to go again, and this time Harry was determined to not mess up, although a part of him wondered what might happen if he did.

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“So,” Snape drawled, as he led Harry behind the greenhouses the following night. “I am aware that you didn’t actually spit all of the Mooncalf’s cum into the vial last night.”

“Maybe there wasn’t as much as you expected?” Harry argued. Snape looked at him, clearly unimpressed, and Harry gulped. He had tried to spit it all out, honest, but it had tasted so good and he couldn’t help swallowing some of it. “Look, I tried, ok.”

“I am aware,” Snape agreed, “which is why I thought you could do with some practice.”

Harry frowned as he looked at Snape. “What do you mean ‘practice’?” He did not trust the man at all, and the smirk Snape was wearing wasn’t helping that feeling even slightly.

“It means exactly what it says. Today’s detention will require you to suck off a bunch of Flobberworms.”

“You have got to be shitting me!”

“Not in the slightest,” Snape replied, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“But Flobberworms are disgusting!” Harry exclaimed.

Snape just rolled his eyes. “You really need to pay attention to ingredients, Potter. Flobberworm mucus is used in a lot of potions as a thickening ingredient, but it is also the main ingredient in most lubricants as it is magically inert, tasteless, and viscous enough to hold up to water.”

“Right, so don’t I just need to, you know, de-mucus them.”

Snape gave Harry a hard look. “I did say most lubricants, did I not? My own variation uses flobberworm cum as well, as it is a natural stimulant that increases a person’s sex drive.”

“I can see why you would need that,” Harry muttered, and Snape raised an eyebrow.

“Strange, you didn’t seem to need it yesterday.”

“You merely finished me off,” Harry argued. “It was the Mooncalf that had gotten me excited.”

“Interesting that you are admitting that now, when you wouldn’t just a few days ago,” Snape mused.

That’s because I would rather admit to being turned on by a creature than you, Harry thought, but he didn’t think it would be a good idea to voice that, although he questioned that decision as they came to a cabbage patch and was stunned by the number of Flobberworms swarming there.

“You don’t expect me to suck all of these off do you?!”

“Flobberworms don’t have very big loads, so yes.”

“You hate me, don’t you,” Harry groused, scrunching his nose up as he got in amongst the creatures.

“I am trying to teach you a lesson, Mr Potter, and, as you have proven yourself incapable of learning by being told what to do, I am hoping that physically practicing will work better.”

“You’re an evil git,” Harry muttered as he dropped to his knees and picked up one of the creatures. It was brown, with ridges down its back and a mouth at both ends, one without teeth. Harry was reminded of that when the creature wriggled and latched onto his forearm, sucking hard. He gasped at first, the slight sting going straight to his cock.

“I wonder what this would feel like on my cock,” Harry mused.

“Have you ever tried to eat a raw cabbage leaf?” Snape asked, and Harry frowned.

“No. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Flobberworms don’t have teeth but they eat raw cabbage, a very tough vegetable. How do you think they are able to eat the cabbage leaves without teeth?”

Harry shrugged. “Suck them, I suppose?”

“Partly. They also macerate them with their jaws, allowing the Flobberworms to tear them off.”

“How can they tear them without teeth?” Harry asked, seconds before the Flobberworm’s jaws clamped down on his skin. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, grateful when Snape stepped over and sprinkled something on the Flobberworm, causing it to shrivel up.

“I would not advise you use these for oral sex,” Snape said. “People assume that, just because they don’t have teeth, that means that they can’t bite. You only need jaws to bite and something doesn’t need to be sharp to break the skin. Admittedly, I have yet to hear of someone losing a cock to one of these creatures but there are many stories of people losing bollocks.”

Harry gulped. “I’ll try to remember that,” he said as his hands went to his fly to double check his trousers were secure. “So, how do I do this then?” Snape’s comment had him worried and now the two mouths on the Flobberworms looked strangely sinister.

“Just pick one up and rub the underside of its belly,” Snape said, doing just that. “When you find the right spot, the Flobberworm’s cock will pop up.”

“What if it’s female?” Harry asked, and Snape rolled his eyes.

“I know Flobberworms are boring so Hagrid likely overlooks them in his lessons but you really ought to learn to actually read around what is taught in lessons, Potter. Flobberworms are hermaphroditic so they all have both organs.”

“Oh, cool,” Harry murmured, watching in fascination as a small, soft lump popped up from the creature’s body. He reached out a hand to touch it, but Snape knocked it away.

“You fool! I did tell you you would need to suck them off, did I not, or are your ears working as poorly as your brain these days? The Flobberworm’s cock is too soft for you to touch; your fingers will crush it. You have already lost one of these creatures and I told you that they don’t produce a lot of cum. Are you planning on making this detention a waste as well? Or do you want to come back here again tomorrow?”

“No,” Harry huffed, scowling at Snape even as he lowered his mouth to the little nub on the Flobberworm’s belly. It was definitely soft, squidging slightly even between his lips, and he worried about pressing too hard even with his tongue. He needed some way to stimulate it though, and the nub was too small to allow him to bob his head. He settled for sucking now, swallowing regularly to clear his mouth of saliva, and gently rubbing the tip with his tongue. Harry was at least glad that Snape hadn’t been lying and they did taste like water.

Harry assumed that what he was doing was right as the Flobberworm in his hand began to writhe more, and Harry had to use both of his hands to keep it in place. He was worried about accidentally squishing it and sucked harder. It was probably theoretically the right thing to do: the Flobberworm stopped writhing only to tense, just before filling Harry’s mouth with the saltiest liquid he had ever tasted. He thought he was going to gag, and was more than grateful when Snape thrust a glass vial under his nose for him to spit it into.

“Try not to get so much saliva in it next time,” Snape sneered as he held the vial up to the moonlight to examine it.

“I need to get that awful taste out of my mouth somehow,” Harry groused.

“Then get on with sucking the next one,” Snape said with a smirk. “Their mucus is like water after all, and you do have so many more to go.”

Harry groaned, but knew he wouldn’t get out of it, even if he tried. He hoped that he would be able to time this next one better though, so perhaps he could get the Flobberworm to shoot straight into the vial instead: Snape told him less saliva after all. The strange thing was though, that while he started sucking the second Flobberworm with trepidation, he soon got into it and was so lost in the action that he forgot to look out for the warning and was quite surprised when he got another salty shot in the mouth.

The glass vial was under Harry’s nose before he could blink and he dutifully spat it out. He swallowed the remnants, so to try to stop some of the spit and shuddered at the taste. The weird thing was that he felt a wave of warmth wash over him as he did, and his trousers began to feel a little tight. He didn't dwell on it though, picking up the next Flobberworm, determined to get this bloody task over with.

This time, Harry let out a moan as he felt the little nub between his lips and he sucked on it as if it was the most delicious thing in the world. A part of his brain, an increasingly small part, wondered at this change of mindset since he knew that he was still going to get a mouthful of that disgusting cum in a short while. For some reason, though, he couldn’t quite bring himself to care, and even stroked his fingers along the back of the squishy Flobberworm, wondering if that might help push it towards completion. It certainly seemed to enjoy it, blowing a bunch of spit bubbles from its jaw just before it tensed.

Harry spat out the majority of the cum again, swallowing the remainder, shuddering again as he did, although less from disgust this time. He still held the Flobberworm in his hands and continued to stroke it, causing another little spurt of cum, that Snape dutifully collected. A strange part of Harry’s mind thought that was a waste.

“Flobberworms are a bit like tongues,” Harry mused, stroking the one in his hand again.

Snape scoffed. “I don’t think so, although I’m curious where the idea came from.”

“Well, it’s how they’re wriggling. I know I like feeling a tongue inside me and I couldn’t help thinking that one of these would feel even better.”

Snape sighed. “The muscles inside your anus are very strong. Thankfully, a tongue is stronger which is why it can push through. A Flobberworm, on the other hand, is not, so unless you want your arse full of squished Flobberworm guts, I strongly suggest you make sure you are well stretched before you try it.”

Harry looked at Snape with a mix of intrigue and confusion. “What do you mean ‘well stretched’?”

Snape smirked. “I’m referring to your arse of course. I could always show you if you would like. Just drop your trousers, but don’t forget to keep milking the Flobberworms.”

Harry did as he was instructed, feeling a spike of excitement as he pushed his trousers and bared his backside. Bending over to pick up another Flobberworm meant that his arse was basically thrust in Snape’s face, and Harry couldn’t help remembering the night before when Snape had spanked him. He had enjoyed that a lot more than he ever thought he would have, and that only made him more intrigued about what Snape had planned now.

He shivered as something brushed over his hole, thinner than the Mooncalf’s tongue, and more slick as well. Harry moaned as it pushed past his tight sphincter, thrusting his arse back, as he sucked harder on the wriggling Flobberworm in his hand. That wasn’t the only Flobberworm wriggling either, as a whole host of creatures seemed to start to swarm around him. It was strange, but not unpleasant to have the cool, moist creatures wriggling against his rapidly heating skin.

It was distracting as well, and it took Harry a moment to realise that the thing in his arse had gotten bigger. He was curious how it happened, until they wiggled apart, and Harry realised that they were Snape’s fingers. That probably should have horrified him, but instead Harry found himself moaning loudly, thrusting back. Harry didn’t know if it was the moaning, or him sucking harder, but the Flobberworm tensed again filling Harry’s mouth. He turned his head, spitting the salty fluid into the bowl Snape had left next to him.

Then Snape hit something inside him that had Harry seeing stars.

“More!” Harry begged.

“Do you want more fingers or something bigger?” Snape asked.

“Just more!”

Harry lowered his head, thrusting his arse up as he scrambled around for another Flobberworm. That wasn’t too difficult though, as the Flobberworms had swarmed over him, and Harry even managed to get one in each hand. Sucking two shouldn’t be too hard, right? The Flobberworms were more than happy to get into position. It was probably a good thing though, as Harry felt a slight burning sensation as he felt his arse, that made Harry groan.

The Flobberworms had truly gathered around him now, completely covering his arms and legs, leaving Harry sticky with their mucus. It felt wonderful, as was the feeling of fullness in his arse, that only got better when Snape began to move.

Harry was lost to the sensations, and all he could do was give in. He couldn’t even hold on, his hands full of the Flobberworms as Snape gripped his hips, pounding into him hard. He was so lost, he wasn’t even aware when the Flobberworms came, and he accidentally swallowed it down. A small part of him wondered if Snape would punish him for that; a bigger part of Harry hoped he would. Snape didn’t seem to notice though, slamming into hard as Harry felt something warm filling his insides.

It felt surprisingly good, but somehow it still wasn’t enough. He was so close to coming himself, but he couldn’t quite seem to get himself over the edge. He would have taken himself in hand, but they were currently smothered in Flobberworms and Harry wasn’t sure how to extricate himself. Thankfully, Snape seemed to notice, pulling Harry back and wrapping his hand around Harry’s cock once more. His cock was still filling Harry’s arse, and it only took a few tugs to pull Harry over the edge, covering the Flobberworms.

Harry watched in fascination as the Flobberworms seemed to slide over each other, spreading it around. Snape lifted him up slightly, sliding out from behind Harry. Harry went to stand as well, but Snape stopped him.

“Don’t move. I want my cum to drip out of your arse.”

“Why?” Harry asked, looking up at Snape in confusion.

“It’s how they reproduce. Their own cum is too salty and dissolves them which is why they evolved to create an aphrodisiac in it so they can get creatures with less salty cum to ejaculate on them instead. So do as you are told for once and stay there while I tidy up - don’t think that I didn’t notice you swallowing at the end. If you manage this simple instruction, I may have a treat for you tomorrow.”

Harry sighed, but accepted his punishment, even though the Flobberworms climbing up his legs didn’t feel quite as good now as they did a few minutes ago.

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Harry was a little curious what was going to happen when Snape told him to meet him on the shores of the Great Lake, and he was even more curious when Snape handed him some Gillyweed when he arrived.

“So what do we need this for?” Harry asked, eyeing the slimy plant with a mixture of intrigue and trepidation.

“We are going to be collecting cum from the Giant Squid,” Snape replied with a smirk, as he began undoing his robes. “Squid cum is one of the primary ingredients in invisibility cloaks and I have a request from Kingsley for a supply for the Aurors, as they hope to gather evidence on all of the quieter supporters of the Dark Lord, so they don’t get to escape justice again.”

Harry squeezed the Gillyweed and then gave Snape a questioning look. “Is this part of some sort of deal you are getting linked to your freedom, or are you getting paid?”

“Getting paid, of course,” Snape huffed, pulling his shirt off with a flourish, and Harry was temporarily transfixed. He had never thought about Snape naked before, but he couldn’t say he was particularly surprised to see the man’s slender build. He was surprised by his skin though. It usually looked sallow beneath the weak candlelight in the dungeons but here, in the light of the waning moon.

Harry shook his head to clear those ridiculous thoughts.

“If I’m helping collect the cum, shouldn’t I get some of that money?”

“Has the great saviour of the wizarding world run out of money already!” Snape queried, quirking an eyebrow and smirking at Harry.

Harry just rolled his eyes. “No, but that isn’t the point is it. I am putting the work in, so I should get some sort of compensation, shouldn’t I?”

“You are here as a student in detention, why would you be compensated? Now, if you should wish to become my apprentice, then I would compensate you for your work, but I would have to ensure that you were up to it.”

“You mean like being able to suck off a whole bunch of Flobberworms,” Harry scoffed.

“That’s part of it, but there is more besides that; we will talk again when this is over. Now take your Gillyweed, and I suggest you use some of this lube - I can guarantee that you will be grateful for it.”

“Is that your special lube?” Harry questioned, as Snape dropped his trousers and scooped up a dollop.

“Indeed it is,” Snape said with a smile. “You seemed to enjoy the Flobberworm cum last night.”

Harry gulped at the reminder. It was only in the cold light of the Gryffindor dormitory that Harry had realised just how much he had been lost to the aphrodisiac effects of the Flobberworm cum. Prior to that, he never would have considered doing anything like sucking off a whole patch of Flobberworms. Now he almost looked forward to doing it again when Snape needed a new batch, possibly with Snape fucking him again afterwards – another thing he wouldn’t have considered until that night.

It was part of why he was actually a little excited for what Snape had planned now, although somehow he also felt sure that it would be more messed up than Flobberworms. It was why Harry didn’t hesitate to scoop up his own dollop of the lube, wanting all the help that the aphrodisiac could bring.

Swimming through the Great Lake at night was very strange. There was no light apart from what was coming from Snape’s hand, courtesy of a wandless Lumos. It meant Harry had to swim very close to Snape to make sure he didn’t get lost as being naked meant no place to hide his wand and he didn’t want to accidentally come across Grindylows in his current state. Being naked left him feeling a little vulnerable, although he did like the feeling of the water rushing past his cock.

He was a little worried about how far they seemed to be swimming: Snape had given him a spare piece of Gillyweed, just in case, but Harry did want to make sure he kept that for emergencies only. Then Snape suddenly stopped and Harry was curious as to why, when he felt a tentacle brushed past his foot. Harry stopped as well, looking at Snape questioningly. Snape just smirked as a tentacle wrapped around his middle.

Snape made to follow the tentacle along its length, and Harry turned to follow him, only to find himself caught around the middle. He tried to cry out to Snape, only for no sound to come out. He panicked slightly when he felt his mouth filled with water instead, and it took him a moment to remember that he was breathing through gills instead.

It didn’t help that Snape’s light had completely disappeared at this point and Harry contemplated whether to try to follow after him or stay where he was. What had Snape done? Harry remembered him running a hand along the underside of the tentacle before turning to follow it. Harry did the same, running his fingers around the suckers. He then turned, surprised that the squid had made no move to stop him, only to pause himself. Snape had definitely swam up, but his tentacle went down. Of course, it had to go up eventually, but Harry had no idea how long the limb was, nor what lurked in the complete darkness around him.

He held onto the tentacle for security, and was actually quite relieved when it wrapped around him again, although it did feel a little strange when the tentacle came to rest in the crack of his arse. He assumed it was normal, just where the tentacle had happened to fall across his naked body, until it began to slide along his crack, seemingly with purpose.

At first, the wriggly tip stroked all along, down to the back of his balls. Harry would have gasped if he wasn’t underwater, but he did spread his legs wider. The tentacle had felt good brushing against his sensitive places, possibly helped by the lube inside him, but Harry certainly wouldn’t mind more. Unfortunately, the tentacle moved back, although it did find his hole, the tip wriggling into the tight little pucker.

Harry felt a jolt of desire shoot through him, and he held onto the tentacle, even as it wrapped around him more, pushing more of its length deeper inside him. There was a slight burn as Harry felt his entrance forced open by the rapidly increasing girth of the tentacle, but he couldn’t say he minded it, especially when he felt the tip of the tentacle flicking about inside him. It felt good, and Harry tried to stretch his legs wider, hoping to encourage the tentacle deeper, wishing it would find that wonderful spot inside him.

He wasn’t sure if the squid got the message somehow, or was always planning on pushing deeper, but it did, and Harry felt his body shudder with pleasure, especially when something sucked on that spot. Harry’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream of pleasure and almost missed that the tentacle was suddenly moving through the water. He briefly worried that he would get lost, until he remembered that Snape was also attached to the squid, and Harry felt his body relax when he noticed himself moving closer to a pale light, emanating from Snape’s out-stretched hand.

Snape seemed to be in a similar position to Harry, with a thick tentacle disappearing behind him, except his tentacle was running over his front instead. It seemed to be pressing against Snape’s crotch, which seemed like a wonderful idea to Harry, and he managed to slide his leg over the tentacle, just before the tentacle sucked on the spot inside him again. He pressed himself back against it, which also pushed his cock against the newly exposed suckers.

Harry’s mouth dropped open in pleasure, and he rutted himself as much as he could, only to be distracted again as another tentacle stroked against his lips. Harry’s eyes shot open, just in time to watch as the thick tentacle pressed forward and pushed between Harry’s lips. Harry was surprised that the tentacle was smooth and firm, slowly pushing its way further in. The suckers sucked on his tongue, and Harry felt his chest rumble with a groan.

He looked over at Snape, and their eyes locked briefly before his eyes rolled back. Harry wondered what might have happened when he felt another tentacle wriggle at his hole. Harry baulked: he already had his arse stuffed, he couldn’t possibly take another. Unfortunately he couldn’t say anything with his mouth stuffed full of tentacle, not that he could say anything in the water anyway. The suckers were also holding him fast, and they pulled even harder, spiking Harry’s desire, distracting him as the other tentacle pushed in.

Harry whimpered as all he could do was hold onto the tentacle beneath him as he was stretched further than he ever had been before. The burning was intense, although the cool water of the lake helped take the edge off. He was surprised at how much he enjoyed it though. Pain should have been bad, right? So why wasn’t Harry’s libido dropping as well. If anything, Harry wanted that second tentacle to push deeper and pushed himself back as much as he could, swallowing around the tentacle in his mouth. The second tentacle did, wriggling independently of the first, pounding against that wonderful spot rapidly as the tentacle beneath him sucked on his dick.

It was too much. His desire had been steadily growing but this last push was too much and his body spasmed as he shot his load into the water. His body sagged, but the squid didn’t let up, continuing to hit that spot as the tentacle in his mouth pushed deeper. Harry was a little surprised he was still breathing, and a part of him marvelled at how handy the gills were, at least until his gag reflex became triggered.

His body spasmed again and Harry felt his eyes roll back, but the tentacles refused to let up. Harry was getting overwhelmed: he wanted things to stop but, at the same time, he didn’t – he had never felt pleasure like this before. It only got better as another tentacle came over and began sucking on Harry’s arse and the back of his thighs as well. Harry could only hold on as the squid continued to use his body, bringing him untold pleasure.

Harry wasn’t sure how long it went on but eventually he felt the tentacles tense, before slowly slipping out from him. Harry groaned, and a part of him wanted it to continue, until a small part of his brain kicked into life and wondered just how much time had passed. He startled, and looked for Snape, who seemed to be sluggishly moving to collect the bag that was stuck around a strange looking appendage. Harry swam up to Snape, who grasped Harry’s arm, before he began swimming straight up in the water.

Harry swam with him; his limbs were tired, but swimming with Snape seemed to make things easier. This was especially important as Harry felt his gills slowly starting to close and his panic sped his legs up, pushing him harder to make sure he didn’t get caught out. He clamped his mouth shut, as he caught sight of the moon above him, desperate to make it and not take a breath. He did, gasping a breath as he broke the surface and coughing as his lungs protested being abused like that.

“The squid lasted longer than I expected,” Snape panted, carefully treading water.

Harry hummed in semi agreement, not having anything to compare it to, as he looked towards the shore. “Do you think that the squid can deposit us closer to the shore next time? I really don’t know if I have the energy to swim that far.”

“Float and scuttle then,” Snape said, shifting to his back. “I also don’t think that the squid was in any position to do anything. He was definitely more tired than usual, which I take to be a good sign.”

“In what way?” Harry queried, copying Snape’s actions.

“There is a little known trait that the more turned on the squid is, the more potent the concealing properties of the cum, something I have learned through trial and error. It’s why I have high hopes for this batch, and I am very glad to hear you suggesting that you might be interested in participating in this again.”

“Well, I did say that I was interested in being your apprentice in this, and I presume I passed the test.”

“Oh, that wasn’t the test,” Snape said with a laugh. “The test will be tomorrow. Thankfully it is a Saturday so I will expect to see you after lunch.”

“What about Quidditch practice?” Harry exclaimed.

“Eighth years weren’t allowed to join the team,” Snape pointed out.

“I know,” Harry huffed, “but I can still give coaching pointers.”

“So you want that more than this apprenticeship?”

Harry growled. “Fine, but this had better be worth it or I’m going to think that this is just some ploy to hurt Gryffindor’s chances.”

“If that is all it takes, I don’t have much hope for their chances anyway, although are you saying you aren’t enjoying these encounters.”

Harry grumbled again, but didn’t say anything more: Snape might be right, but that didn’t mean that he had to tell the man that.

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Harry had a hard time trying to explain to Ron and Ginny that he couldn’t help with the practice since he had detention.

“But it’s a Saturday!” Ron whined, looking a little petulant as he sat on his bed, watching Harry as he got ready.

“Yeah, I know,” Harry sighed, “but the ingredients that Snape wants me to help collect are off school so we can’t exactly go while lessons are on.”

“What sort of ingredients are you collecting?” Hermione asked. “I presume that they aren’t things that he could get normal students to get or he’d have gotten you to do this years ago.”

“Yeah, definitely couldn’t have taken me to the Giant Squid even in sixth year,” Harry chuckled.

“Oh! What did you harvest from the squid?” Hermione asked, her eyes glittering with curiosity.

“Oh, um, ink, or something,” Harry stammered, turning his back to his friends so that they wouldn’t see him blush.

“That’s used in invisible ink, I believe,” Hermione mused.

“Do you think he’s going back to spying?” Ron queried. “I know he was on Dumbledore’s side at the end, but he was a Voldemort supporter at one point so he might have gone back.”

“Oh, this is for invisibility cloaks for the Ministry,” Harry corrected, not wanting them to start questioning Snape’s motives.

Hermione frowned in confusion. “I didn’t know squid ink was used in making invisibility cloaks.”

“Well, it might not have been the ink,” Harry clarified, needing to cover himself should Hermione start to look into things. “I wasn’t really involved in the actual collection; more distraction than anything else.”

Ron grinned. “I can see you enjoying that. Almost like getting to be a seeker but in the water.”

“Yeah, it was fun,” Harry agreed, hoping to change the subject a bit. “It’s why I was actually hoping to become Snape’s apprentice; part of why I want to do this.”

“Since when are you interested in potions?” Ron asked, pulling a face of disgust.

“Well, since sixth year really,” Harry admitted. “Although this is less about the brewing and more about the ingredient collection, although finding out what they are used for is quite fascinating as well.”

Hermione laughed. “You always did learn better doing things than from books.”

“I guess,” Harry murmured, hating how much it was true. He had certainly learned a lot from Snape’s current ‘hands on’ teaching (or hands off as it sometimes was). Still, he was looking forward to seeing what Snape had in mind and he had a bit of a spring in his step as he bid his friends goodbye.

He met Snape by the entrance and the pair of them made their way to the edge of the school where Snape was able to sidelong Apparate them to somewhere. Harry wasn’t sure, but Harry was sure that Snape held him a little tighter than necessary and it made Harry’s pulse race slightly. It didn’t help that he was sure that whatever they were about to do would be something sexual in nature and his libido had already kicked into gear.

“Where are we?” Harry asked, looking around when they landed. It seemed to be some sort of farm, with fields and various outbuildings, with Snape leading him towards one of the larger ones.

“I could tell you whose farm we are at, although you wouldn’t know the name,” Snape replied. “All you need to know is that there is a herd of male Re’em. These males are about to be sold off for meat and other products but I want to get a supply of their cum, which is used in strengthening potions.”

“Ok,” Harry said with a frown. “Why do I get the feeling that I won’t be sucking them off.”

Snape nodded and smirked. “Correct. You will be tied to a breeding bench and I will be encouraging each of the bulls to fuck you. You did seem to enjoy both my cock and the Squid’s tentacles after all, so I didn’t think this would be a problem.”

Harry gaped at the man. “How many bulls are there?”

“Five, I believe. Mr MacIntyre apparently had a lot of calves a few years ago.”

“You expect me to take five bulls?” Harry exclaimed, looking at Snape in disbelief. “Will I even survive that?”

“Of course you will survive,” Snape scoffed, “but, now that I’m thinking about it, it will probably be a good idea to cage your cock. It wouldn’t do to have you cum so much you pass out before all the bulls have taken you.”

Harry whimpered, but shuddered, and not with disgust. He even began stripping his clothes before Snape even said, and Harry watched in fascination as Snape transfigured a harness into a small cage of some sort. His cock was already half hard as Snape wrapped the metal around him, and Harry winced a bit as it was fastened but he couldn’t say he minded it. The slight pain actually added a bit of an edge to things, plus the knowledge that he couldn’t cum helped him relax a bit.

The whole situation was a little surreal, but Harry felt his pulse pick up as Snape led him to a wooden bench. His legs were kicked apart and Harry had to bite his lip as Snape shackled his ankles, his excitement starting to pique. He couldn’t help wondering if there was something wrong with him: surely he shouldn’t be this turned on by the idea of being taken by a bunch of magical bulls? Snape didn’t seem to think it was wrong though, thankfully, and even dutifully slicked Harry’s hole with what Harry could only assume was his own special lube, quickly adding extra fingers and pushing the substance in deep. Not that Harry thought he needed the aphrodisiac, but he certainly wasn’t about to turn it down.

Snape left the stall briefly, only to return with the Re’em, the afternoon sun glinting off their golden hides as they walked in. They had to duck their heads to get their large horns through the doorway and Harry couldn’t help wondering if the horn between their legs was just as large (he really was messed up).

Harry took a deep breath and tried to relax as one of the Re’em moved, seemingly a little awkwardly, presumably controlled by Snape in some manner, to get it to mount Harry. Harry supposed it made sense, especially if these creatures weren’t used to taking humans like the Giant Squid seemed to be, and a small part of Harry wondered if this was really the right thing to do. Then the large, blunt head of the Re’em’s cock pressed against Harry’s entrance, and all rational thought fled Harry’s mind.

The penis was very wide, and Harry groaned as he felt his hole getting stretched. The Re’em was at least as wide as the Giant Squid tentacle and Harry was grateful that Snape had been so generous with the lube. The aphrodisiac properties definitely helped Harry stay relaxed as his muscles protested being stretched so suddenly. He should have known that such a large creature would also have a large cock, and Harry marvelled at how much it was filling him. Harry had taken two squid tentacles the night before so he knew it wasn’t an issue, but he still had to breathe deeply to relax his muscles and ease the way.

The Re’em hooked its front legs over Harry’s shoulders, pulling against them, seemingly in an effort to drive his cock further into Harry. If he had been unwilling to start with, he certainly seemed into it now, pushing into Harry with force, almost as if he were trying to split Harry in two. Thankfully the aphrodisiac had kicked in, and that thought didn't scare Harry at all. What did give him pause was the brief thought that he might not be scared, even without the aphrodisiac, but that was something to worry about another time. For now, Harry was just content to enjoy being filled by a wonderfully large cock that he was sure would have him seeing stars: and he was right.

The Re’em didn’t let up once it started, pushing inexorably forward, forcing Harry’s inside to rearrange as it did. Even the Giant Squid hadn’t filled Harry in this way, as they had tapered at the tip, stretching his ring but not the rest of him. It was all Harry could do to hold onto the bench and just take the massive cock. He was only glad that Snape had put the cage on him as he knew he would be hard and leaking already otherwise. It didn’t help when the Re’em’s cock didn’t so much hit, as completely push past the spot inside him, that had Harry crying out in pleasure.

“Enjoying yourself, are you?” Snape asked from outside the stall with a smirk.

“Yes,” Harry replied, turning his head to face the man. There was no point in denying it. He was already panting and moaning; he knew he must look a state and the Re’em hadn’t even bottomed out yet.

Harry knew when it did: its giant balls were brushing the tops of his thighs and Harry suddenly wondered just how much cum the creature would be shooting inside him. How deep as well: Harry was pretty sure he felt the Re’em’s cock poking into his stomach. It probably would have hurt like hell to have his body rearranged to fit it if not for Snape’s lube; as it was there was a strong ache which only seemed to turn Harry on more.

Then the Re’em began to move, and didn’t stop moving as he pounded into Harry with such force, Harry worried the bench would break. He would definitely be bruised to hell in the morning but, at this moment, he really couldn’t bring himself to care. The almost constant pressure on his spot, as well as the feeling of getting filled over and over, had Harry riding on what felt like an almost endless wave of bliss. The pressure on his cock was almost painful with his need to cum but Harry didn't care, happy to stay in this haze indefinitely.

Of course, everything must come to an end, and eventually the Re’em slammed into him one last time, mooing his release as Harry felt his body flooded with hot cum. He whined at the emptiness as the Re’em left him, but he wasn’t empty for long as another bull quickly moved to take his place.

“Apparently your reaction has got all the Re’em excited,” Snape chuckled, but Harry could only moan as his arse was filled again, the new cock pushing the cum deeper inside him, making him feel more full.

There was less resistance from his body this time, and the second Re’em set up the bruising pace almost instantly. Harry was sure that he would have a pair of bruises on his shoulders to match his bruised arse, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. A part of him actually wanted the marks, to remind him of this encounter.

It had only been a few days but Harry was already losing his embarrassment over enjoying this all so much. It probably helped that Snape was so accepting of it as well. The man hated Harry, and would do everything that he could to humiliate him whenever possible: if he wasn’t winding Harry up about his reactions then it had to be ok. A, now very small, part of his mind pointed out that Snape might just be as twisted as Harry was, but for some reason that didn’t seem to diminish things for him.

Instead, Harry moaned loudly, his sounds and the Re’em’s moos reverberating around the stall. He could hear the other Re’em shuffling about and he hoped that he was somehow winding them up by being so vocal. He thought he might be as he barely had time to whimper after the second Re’em came inside him and moved away, before the third was pushing in instead.

He was already so full of cum; he could feel it sloshing around inside him with every thrust, and Harry loved it. It was getting pushed deeper as well, and Harry wondered if it would get so deep inside him, he would end up spitting it out. It was why he didn’t want to risk losing any and he squeezed the muscles in his arse in an attempt to keep it. It was apparently a good thing to do anyway. He could almost instantly feel the increased friction in him, and the Re’em could too, if the loud moo it let out was anything to go by.

Harry was so far gone he almost missed when it came, only realising that it had moved when he felt a small dribble of cum leaking down the backs of his thighs. Thankfully, the next Re’em stepped in quickly as well, filling Harry’s hole all the way up. Harry moaned, and squeezed his arse again: he couldn’t remember what number he was on but he hoped it would never end. He was so full, emphasised by the fact that he couldn’t cum himself, and Harry was so glad that Snape had caged him up. He never would have thought about it before, but now he had the joy of the building pleasure with the knowledge that he wasn’t going to peak any time soon.

Harry was lost, not even really aware of what was happening, only that he felt so full and it felt good! All of a sudden the thrusting seemed to stop, although the fullness remained, and he felt himself pulled up onto shaky legs.

“You really did enjoy that, didn’t you,” Snape murmured, pulling Harry into his chest to support him.

Harry could only whimper as Snape’s hands pressed around his belly, increasing the pressure inside him.

“Look at you!” Snape said, a touch of awe in his voice as his hand soothed over Harry's now very distended belly. “So full of cum. It’s almost a shame that I have to empty you.”

“No!” Harry exclaimed, suddenly gripping Snape’s wrist. He didn’t want to lose this wonderful feeling; surely even Snape wouldn’t be that cruel.

“It’s alright, Harry,” Snape soothed, pressing a calming kiss into Harry’s cheek. “I will make sure you have the chance to get filled again and you can always suck me off afterwards. It won’t be as much cum but I have gotten quite excited watching you get so utterly fucked.”

“Alright,” Harry agreed, turning in Snape’s arms and dropping to his knees. The thing plugging his arse seemed to change, releasing the pressure a bit. Thankfully, Harry was distracted by the prominent bulge in Snape robes, which were soon parted to allow Snape’s cock to spring free. Harry barely blinked before opening his mouth and taking it in as deep as he could. He may not have sucked something quite as big before, but he was now well aware of what he needed to do.

“What a well practiced cocksucker you’ve become,” Snape said, threading a hand into Harry’s hair as he began pumping his hips, forcing Harry to swallow around him. All Harry could do was moan as he let his mouth get fucked. Then the pressure around his cock was released and Harry’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. It felt a little like when he had died, only this time so much better. His only regret as darkness overwhelmed him was that he hadn’t discovered this pleasure sooner.

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Of course Harry didn’t die, but a part of him almost wished he had. He couldn’t believe how lost he had been, and how pathetic he had let himself get. He was the saviour of the wizarding world, twice; he shouldn’t let himself pass out like that in front of Snape, especially after letting himself get in such a state. He could only imagine what he must have looked like and he had nightmares that Snape would have taken photos of him, passed out, with masses of cum leaking out of his arse: he was sure they would end up in The Prophet any day now.

The worst thing was, though, that Harry knew he would do it again if Snape asked, and that scared him more than anything. He had wanked before, what teenage boy hadn’t, but he had never known pleasure as he had felt these last couple of days, and he knew that he would give anything to feel it again. He was a man though, right? He shouldn’t enjoy having his arse fucked so much. He was sure there must be something wrong with him for wanting it so much, especially as he didn’t seem to particularly care what it was that was fucking his arse.

It left him feeling immensely embarrassed which is why he was currently hiding out on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, hoping that his friends wouldn’t ask too many questions about how his last ‘detention’ went. He had no idea what he would even say about it and no idea how he might react. The worst of all of it was that Harry was actually feeling excited about what that evening’s detention would bring.

As he was sitting on a stump, Buckbeak came over and butted his head against Harry’s shoulder.

“Hello old friend. How are you?” Harry rubbed Buckbeak’s head as Buckbeak nudged him under the chin. The feathers brushed against Harry’s neck, causing him to giggle, his shoulders shrugging up to push Buckbeak away from the sensitive area. Unfortunately, Buckbeak seemed to think that this was some sort of game, butting Harry’s chin again, this time knocking Harry backwards.

Harry laughed. “Buckbeak!” He tried to push Buckbeak back, but the creature was too strong. That caused Harry’s lust to spike as he remembered the Re'ems from the night before. Something sparked in Buckbeak’s bright, orange eyes and he pressed himself fully over Harry, his fore legs coming up over Harry’s shoulders, only further reminding him of the day before.

Harry felt his pulse start to race and he looked up, and Buckbeak tilted his head a bit, making sure to look Harry in the eye. He pressed his body down, his strong, heavy body pressing Harry's own into the stump, and Harry let out a small gasp as he felt himself behind to get hard.

Buckbeak cried out, stretching his wings and thrusting his hind quarters, and Harry bit his lip as some very inappropriate thoughts flashed into his mind. He shuffled a bit, spreading his legs a bit, wondering if he could maybe push something to happen. It seemed crazy, but Harry couldn’t help wanting it, even bringing his hands up to stroke where Buckbeak’s wings met his body. Buckbeak shuddered, reading up a bit, only to come down, snapping his beak, ripping open Harry’s t-shirt. His tongue darted out, licking along Harry’s collarbone, making Harry moan.

Buckbeak lifted up again, moving a fore-leg down, this time ripping open Harry’s trousers with his claw, causing his rapidly hardening cock to jump free. Harry spread his legs wider, which was apparently all the incentive Buckbeak needed, and the Hippogryph pushed forward.

His large cock pushed against Harry’s unprepared hole, causing him to cry out and try to pull back. Buckbeak cawed angrily and snapped his beak again, this time on Harry’s shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to stop Harry and make clear that he wasn’t going to stop. Harry whimpered but stayed still, casting a wandless lubrication spell, hoping like hell that it would offer some relief.

The burning was intense as Harry pushed inexorably forward and Harry grit his teeth, trying to breathe deeply and force his body to relax. The burning of being forced open like that was very off putting, and Harry hoped it would get better soon. The lubrication was helping a bit, though Buckbeak didn’t seem to be letting up, and Harry hoped that he would bottom out soon.

When Harry felt the hairs of Buckbeak’s hind quarters, he let out a sigh of relief, especially as Buckbeak finally stilled himself. The lack of preparation had Harry feeling ridiculously full, even though Buckbeak was far from the biggest Harry had now taken. When Buckbeak did move, the small amount of lube didn’t do much to help the friction, and Harry gasped and the increased sensation. There was still an edge of pain, and Harry thought he might struggle to get hard, especially without Snape’s special lube. It was why he was a little surprised when the pleasure seemed to over-ride that, the wonderful feeling of fullness, similar to the Re’em.

Harry could feel tears pricking his eyes, even as he moaned, bringing his legs up around Buckbeak’s hips, allowing Buckbeak to slide deeper. Buckbeak cried out himself, apparently appreciating Harry’s move, even bringing his tail around to stroke the sensitive edge of Harry’s hole. Harry groaned, a noise that only got louder as Buckbeak slowly increased his pace until he was pounding into Harry.

It was all Harry could do to hold on, his fingers stroking the feathers near Buckbeak’s wings and he tried to meet Buckbeak thrust for thrust. He had never been taken in this position before, and the added sensation of having his cock rubbed as he was fucked was sending Harry wild. He found himself calling out “yes” and “more” as Buckbeak continued to use his body and the pain melted away until Harry felt nothing but pleasure. He was so lost in the sensation he didn’t even register his orgasm building until it hit and he cried out as he felt the warmth of his release spreading over his stomach. Buckbeak continued a little longer, milking Harry further before finally shuddering his own release deep inside Harry.

Harry collapsed back, the edges of the stump biting into the back of his shoulders, helping to keep him grounded in reality, as opposed to slipping away on a sea of bliss. Buckbeak pulling out helped that as well, the cool forest air blowing against his abused hole. Buckbeak nudged Harry’s head, moving to thrust his used cock into Harry’s mouth, pushing Harry to give it a lick before wandering off into the trees.

It took Harry a few moments to collect himself after Buckbeak left, and he stood up with a groan. His backside was sore, not in a bad way, but it definitely made walking a little difficult, even after he managed to fix his trousers. He needed to get himself healed or there would be no way he could sit through dinner, let alone lessons the next day. Going to see Madam Pomfrey was out of the question, however, so Harry made his way to the only other person he could think of who would have healing salve who wouldn’t judge him.

“What do you mean, you let a Hippogryph fuck you?” Snape all but yelled, and Harry winced. The walk down to the dungeons had been hard enough, and Harry had only been glad that it was a Sunday and he hadn’t had to bump into any students, not wanting to have to give an explanation as to why he was moving so gingerly. Harry didn’t expect to have to give an explanation to Snape, not after all they had been through.

“I was sitting on the edge of the Forbidden Forest when Buckbeak came over. We started playing and, well, things happened. He pushed me back and –”

Snape rolled his eyes. “I do not need a blow by blow account, Potter. It was more that I was inquiring as to why you were stupid enough to let a Hippogryph, of all creatures, fuck you?”

Harry frowned in confusion. “What is wrong with getting fucked by a Hippogryph?”

“Merlin, give me strength!” Snape groaned, drawing a hand down his face in exasperation. “Remind me to talk to Minerva about taking over sex education for Gryffindors before we have a serious issue on our hands.”

“Wait, what?” Harry exclaimed. “Am I going to die or something?”

“Nothing quite so dramatic, Potter, although you may wish you were. You see, Hippogryph relationships are set from the first interaction and it takes a lot for them to change once they are. It’s why it’s so important to make sure you don’t let them get the upper-hand at any point.”

Harry frowned in confusion. “I never had an issue with Buckbeak before?”

“That was before,” Snape pointed out. “Now this Hippogryph has basically made you his bitch, and he will expect to be able to get his way with you whenever he wants. Why do you think the Ministry was so happy to try to kill him before?”

“I thought that was just because Draco was kicking up a fuss over nothing.”

Snape gave Harry a baleful look. “Lucius Malfoy has some sway with the Ministry, and he may spoil his son, but even he isn’t stupid enough to waste his hard won favours over nothing. He was genuinely worried that Draco would have become the fuck toy of the Hippogryph, something that has happened in the past which is part of why we tell the younger years that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden.”

Harry could only gape at the man. “So, what are you saying?”

Snape smirked. “That you should probably keep your arse lubed up if you are ever going near the forest in the future.”

This sentiment was only reiterated when Harry was bent over a desk and Snape was applying healing salve to his hole.

“How were you able to walk down here, Potter? Your arse is a mess!”

“It was sore, but I didn’t think it was that bad.” As if to prove his point, Snape thrust a finger deep inside Harry, causing him to wince. “Ok, maybe it’s worse than I thought.”

“And yet you still seem relatively calm at the prospect of going through all of this again,” Snape pointed out.

Harry shrugged as much as he could lying face down on the desk. “It wasn’t that bad. I actually started enjoying it at the end, especially when my body stopped fighting the intrusion.”

“Is that so,” Snape murmured. “I have to admit, you are the first student I have come across that actually enjoyed the encounter. I would actually like to watch it in action.”

“What, now?” Harry exclaimed, half turning to look at the man in disbelief.

“Not right now, obviously,” Snape scoffed. “At the very least we need to give the Hippogryph a chance to recover.”

Harry rolled his eyes: he had known the man for eight years now so his response was hardly surprising.

“We can go out to the Forest for your detention tonight, see if we can tempt your friend into a repeat performance.”

Harry was a little curious why the Potions Master was so interested, but he couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to a repeat performance, especially if he actually got to prepare himself this time.

Of course, he should have known better. He might have hoped that Snape would take his time to stretch Harry, or at the very least use his special lube to heighten Harry’s enjoyment. That wasn’t to be though.

“The whole point in me being here is to assess whether you actually enjoy this encounter as much as you proclaim, or if, as I suspect, it is entirely bluster,” Snape huffed, when Harry complained.

“Why is it so hard for you to accept the idea that I didn’t find it that terrible?” Harry asked, genuinely confused. He had come out here without fuss, and he was even getting undressed. Was it really so strange to think that he had enjoyed it? Apparently so.

“Potter, I have been at this school for nearly 20 years now and I have never known someone willingly offer themselves up to a Hippogryph, especially as they have never been known to hold back.”

“The Re’em didn’t hold out either,” Harry pointed out as he lay back down on the stump, spreading his legs and casting a lubrication on himself, hoping it would help things at the start.

“I am aware that the Re’em are the same, which is precisely why I made sure to use the aphrodisiac on you, so you would enjoy it,” Snape retorted. “I would not expect you to get anywhere near as much enjoyment without that.”

Harry begged to differ, but he was saved from saying anything, and possibly winding Snape up more, by the arrival of Buckbeak. His orange eyes glowed brightly in the light of the waning moon and Harry felt a shudder go through him at the sight that had nothing to do with fear, or the cold night air.

As soon as Buckbeak spotted Harry, he bound across to him, all but leaping on Harry when he reached the stump. Harry briefly worried he would be crushed, but Buckbeak unfurled his wings, slowing his descent, all but encouraging Harry to touch them. Harry did so, dutifully, and was rewarded with a lick to the neck which had Harry giggling, right up to when he felt Buckbeak’s cock pressing against his entrance.

Harry gasped, but he knew that fighting it wouldn’t help. Instead, he willed his body to accept the intrusion, wrapping his limbs around Buckbeak and pushing up against him. He felt tears pricking his eyes as the burning sensation tore through him again, and he hoped that Snape had brought more salve. He knew it would pass though, so Harry simply breathed through it, even when he felt a tear trickle down his cheek.

“I can get the creature to stop,” Snape offered, but Harry shook his head.

“The burning passes, and it gets so much better.”

“Are you sure?”

“If I wasn’t enjoying this, would I still be hard?”

“People can get aroused in all sorts of situations,” Snape pointed out, “but you being hard at this moment is a little surprising.” He even brushed a hand across Harry’s stomach, as if to check, and Harry moaned as he felt those cool fingers brush across his engorged length. Buckbeak seemed to take this as a good sign though and reared up, pushing through Harry’s resistance to bottom out in one thrust. Harry cried out and whimpered as his body adjusted to the sudden intrusion, but Snape’s hand on his cock kept him hard.

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” Snape murmured, a touch of wonder in his voice as he gave Harry’s cock one final squeeze before stepping away. Harry whined at the loss, only for the sound to turn into a moan as Buckbeak began to thrust.

The Hippogryph set up a fast rhythm that had Harry moaning loudly, shouting words of encouragement, only for Buckbeak to suddenly falter. Harry was curious what had happened when he moved his foot, only for it to brush against a strong, human thigh.

“Snape?”

“Of course. Who else would it be?”

“What are you doing?”

“Attempting to milk this creature as much as I can. Hippogryph cum can be particularly hard to come by, even if you had dominated them, as it is difficult to attach something to collect it. You, however, are apparently a very willing vessel, and there are broom makers who will pay handsomely for this stuff.”

“So I have the apprenticeship then,” Harry joked.

“If you can get Buckbeak here to cum at least twice, so I suggest you become a bit more of an active participant.”

Harry wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but he presumed it was Snape speak for ‘do something’ so Harry stroked under Buckbeak’s wings again as he squeezed his internal muscles. Buckbeak cried out, his wings fluttering, and Harry assumed that was a good sign. He remembered that Buckbeak seemed to have understood human language as well, so he decided to shout out as he pushed his hips up to meet Buckbeak’s thrusts.

“Yes, that’s it Buckbeak! Harder! Fuck me harder.”

Harry thought Buckbeak had understood him as he increased his pace, knocking Harry’s shoulders into the back of his fore-legs with every thrust. Harry tried to stay grounded, but the pressure building inside him was so good. His muscles had given way more quickly this time, allowing Buckbeak to slide deep every time, the lack of stretching meaning that Harry felt his cock all the way along his passage. It was wonderful, glorious even, and Buckbeak seemed to think the same as he shuddered and filled Harry’s arse with his hot cum.

Harry was almost a little disappointed, not having quite finished himself, but for some reason Buckbeak continued thrusting, albeit not a deep, despite having apparently finished, and it took Harry a minute to realise it was because Snape was still fucking Buckbeak. For some reason, that thought turned Harry on and he moaned as he squeezed his internal muscles again, trying to feel more of everything. Apparently Harry’s actions were the right thing to do, as Buckbeak seemed to get a second wind and was soon fucking Harry again for all he was worth.

Harry was in heaven, or what he hoped heaven was like anyway, and he ran his fingers through Buckbeak’s feathers in an effort to get more. His own cock had been leaking copiously, the hairs of Buckbeak’s lower underbelly rubbing it in a delicious way. Harry tried to hold back, wanting to enjoy this experience as much as he could. All good things had to come to an end and eventually he succumbed to his own pleasure, crying out as his back arched, trying to pull Buckbeak into him as much as he could. Thankfully, Buckbeak didn’t let up, and normally did Snape it seemed, with the pair continuing on, fucking Harry through his orgasm, triggering a second orgasm.

Apparently that was too much for Buckbeak, or Snape did something else, as Harry was vaguely aware of the Hippogryph crying out before coming once more, deep inside Harry. He paused for a bit, and Harry hoped that he would stay a little longer, but that wasn’t to be either. Harry whimpered as Buckbeak pulled back, and it was only Snape’s snapped “hold your legs up” that stopped him collapsing back against the stump he felt something pressed into his arse before Snape pulled him up, cradling Harry against his chest a bit when Harry’s legs threatened to give way.

“You really did enjoy that, didn’t you?”

“Told you,” Harry scoffed, leaning into Snape’s chest a bit. He wouldn’t normally, but his legs were wobbly and Snape’s arms around him felt strangely good. “So, does this mean you are accepting me as your apprentice?”

“Indeed, and I am seriously looking forward to working with you.” There was a slight purr in his voice, and Harry couldn’t help thinking that he was looking forward to working with Snape as well, he just couldn't help wondering if he would survive that long.

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It was his first outing as Snape’s actual apprentice, as opposed to a mere student in detention, and Harry hoped that meant that they would do something interesting. When Snape told him they would be heading up into the Highlands, that feeling only increased, and Harry felt his pulse racing due to more than exercise as they picked their way up the mountain.

“So which creature are we harvesting today?” Harry asked.

“You do realise that plants can also be used as potion ingredients?” Snape queried.

“True,” Harry agreed, “but surely anything that can grow here would just be grown in the greenhouses so there would be no need for us to come out here to get it.”

“So you do know how to use your brain, how intriguing. And you are correct Potter, we are on our way to see a Graphorn that is living up here.”

“Um, which one’s a Graphorn again?” Harry asked, scratching his head in thought. He really ought to know this by now, but some of the names of the creatures still got muddled in his head.

Snape let out a long suffering sigh. “Apparently I spoke too soon. For your information Potter, and I suggest you pay attention to this as it may be on your Care of Magical Creatures N.E W.T, a Graphorn is a sabertooth cat-like creature that has a large hump on its back and two golden horns. Its hide is greyish-pink in colour and repellent to almost all spells. They have four toes on each foot and tentacles at their mouths.”

“Tentacles you say.”

Snape smirked. “I thought that might pique your attention. I’m sure you will also be happy to know that their tentacles and mouths are the main way they give and receive pleasure.”

Harry frowned in confusion. “Do they not have cocks?”

“They do. Unfortunately their cocks are mostly guarded by a tough outer shell, almost like rock, with only the head peeking out just before they cum. I have always presumed this is because Grahorns inhabit the same area as Mountain Trolls and they needed the extra protection. Whatever the reason, it makes harvesting their cum nigh on impossible when you are on your own, which is frustrating as their cum is used to make an almost universal antidote for poisons.”

“So the horn is used as an antidote for common poisons?”

“Uncommon poisons,” Snape corrected. “Good guess, but I would hope a N.E.W.T level potions student, and my apprentice, to actually know the answer, as opposed to guessing. I suggest you up your studying in other areas if you want me to keep you on.”

Harry groaned at the thought, but he had to admit that being Snape’s apprentice did have its perks that might make a little extra studying worth it.

They had set out in the afternoon, on one of Harry’s free periods, with Hermione being left to lead Snape’s class in his absence. Harry felt a little bad that his friend was giving up her free time while he went off to have fun, but Snape said they needed to come out in the day as the mountains were too dangerous at night. Harry could appreciate that, having almost slipped twice already, and at least Hermione didn’t seem to mind teaching the class – in fact she had almost jumped at the chance.

They had been walking around for a while, and Harry was starting to wonder if they would ever find a Graphorn, when something he thought had been a boulder moved.

Snape practically jumped, clamping a hand down on Harry’s shoulder to stop his movement.

“Let’s make sure it’s not a Troll first,” he whispered.

Harry hadn’t seen a troll since he was in first year but he could remember them as great, hulking creatures and he couldn’t help agreeing with Snape’s assessment. Thankfully, as the creature came around the boulder, it was clear that it was walking on four legs, then it lifted its head and the slowly setting sun glinted off something golden.

“Drop your trousers and lean against that rock,” Snape commanded, and Harry did as he was told, thrusting his backside up into the crisp, autumn air. Snape seemed to pause for a second before casting a spell, and Harry felt the cleaning bubbles of a scourgify popping in his arse. Harry was a little curious as to why, until he felt the Graphorn’s breath huff against the backs of his thighs. Thin tendrils brushed over his sensitive skin, and Harry spread his legs, stretching his hands back to pull his cheeks apart, hoping to direct the Graphorn to where Harry wanted it most.

The Graphorn seemed to get the message, and Harry moaned as the tentacles began to wriggle inside his hole. They weren’t as big as the Giant Squid’s but that meant that more of them could fit inside him, moving independently as they flicked against Harry’s inner walls. They didn’t go as deep as he might have liked, but Harry still moaned with pleasure, the moan changing to a groan as the Graphorn nudged its head forward, flicking a couple of tentacles against Harry’s balls before sucking them into his mouth. It felt amazing, and Harry thrust his arse back trying to get more.

“Wizards usually give them their dicks to suck,” Snape commented.

In hindsight, Harry thought that would have been a good idea as well, although he had to admit that he was quite enjoying his current position. That was until he tried to trust his hips and ended up grazing his cock against the rock. Harry hissed in pain, and decided to try to turn over, only to find himself a little stuck.

“Snape? Can I have a hand turning here?”

“Learned the error of your ways?” Snape asked with a dark chuckle.

“Something like that,” Harry sighed, although he did feel a wave of gratitude when Snape helped to lift his legs over the Graphorn’s muzzle. The Graphorn grunted as Harry turned, twisting its mouth tentacles as he did. It soon righted itself however, shifting from Harry's balls to his cock.

“Fuck!” Harry exclaimed, his upper body shooting forward to grab onto the Graphorn’s horns.

“Its like a vacuum, isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t know myself,” Harry joked, “but if this is what a vacuum feels like then I can completely understand why people do it.”

The suction was intense, completely pulling Harry in so that he couldn’t thrust, even if he wanted to. It was as if his whole cock was being stimulated and, to make things better, the Graphorn’s tentacles were still playing with his arse.

“You really are a greedy bottom, aren’t you, Potter?” Snape murmured, but all Harry could do was whimper. “I bet you want more though, don’t you. Those tentacles aren’t quite getting deep enough for you, are they?”

“No!” Harry managed to gasp out, biting his lip as he hoped that this was going where he hoped this was going.

“I can give you my cock if you want,” Snape suggested. “I don’t have any of my special lube though, so you will just have to deal with the spell. Still want it?”

“Please!” Harry begged, hating how desperate he sounded but knowing that he needed more than he was currently getting. He would probably still cum, but he knew that it wouldn’t leave him as satisfied as he had been recently. Thankfully Snape didn’t leave him waiting, and Harry felt the cool lube filling his hole moments before he felt the blunt head of Snape’s cock. Harry gasped, then moaned as Snape gripped his hips tightly and pulled Harry back into his cock.

“You know, I love watching you get fucked, Potter. I have never been more turned on then when I have seen your arse getting filled over and over as you still beg for more. I’m starting to think that you would take anything up there.”

“Not anything,” Harry grunted. The rock had felt awful against his cock earlier and Harry could only imagine that it would be just as horrible inside his arse.

“We shall see,” Snape said, just before he began to thrust. Harry saw stars, helped by the fact that the Graphorn’s tentacles were still playing with his rim.

“Fuck, Snape!”

“That was the plan,” Snape said, running the tip of his nose along Harry’s neck, making him shudder. “Now Potter, here’s the challenge: can you hold back longer than me? If you can, you get a reward.”

“What sort of reward?”

“I haven’t decided yet, although I would definitely accept your input on it, if you out last me of course.”

Harry was definitely intrigued. It would be good to have Snape owing him something, although that would require him to ask longer than Snape, which didn’t quite seem like it was possible at this moment. Harry had basically been edging for a while, and the addition of Snape’s cock filling him was close to pushing him over the edge. If he wanted a chance, he would need to do something to push Snape along.

Remembering what he had learned previously, Harry squeezed his internal muscles, although that pushed him further forward as well, as he felt Snape’s cock deep inside him.

“Fuck, that feels good. So good,” Harry moaned.

“Do you want it harder?”

“Yes, harder. Fuck me harder, sir.”

“You really are such a greedy bottom,” Snape huffed, his hot breath coming in pants against Harry’s neck. Harry wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but he moaned anyway, hoping to encourage Snape further. It seemed to, with Snape’s hands coming up to cover Harry’s on the Graphorn’s horns, using it as leverage as to grind his cock deep inside Harry. The angle also had it pressing against the spot inside Harry that had him seeing stars. It almost pushed Harry over the edge, and only thinking about Umbridge naked staved him off. It only lasted for so long though, especially when Snape decided to bite down on his ear, making Harry groan.

Of course Snape capitalised on that, biting again, and then down Harry’s neck. It was too much, and Harry lost the battle, shooting his load deep into the Graphorn’s mouth. Snape followed shortly after, collapsing back against the boulder and pulling Harry with him.

“You’re a bastard, you know,” Harry huffed, letting his head loll back against Snape’s shoulder.

“No more so than you,” Snape countered, “but I still commend you for lasting as long as you did.”

“So I get a treat?”

“In a way,” Snape replied. “It will still be part of your training, but hopefully it will be something you will really appreciate.”

“Speaking of my apprenticeship, weren’t you supposed to collect the Graphorn’s cum?”

“I stuck a bottle to the end of his cock with a temporary sticking charm to stick a bottle to the end of it. Speaking of, I should probably go and collect it.”

He slipped out from behind Harry and Harry couldn’t help missing the man’s warmth. Admittedly, the boulder that was now at his back. He did wonder if he would feel Snape in that position more.

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The next evening, Harry was curious when Snape said to meet in the stables after dinner.

“Are we doing something with Threstrals?” Harry asked, and Snape shook his head.

“I don’t think you would like that. They make Graphorn seem acceptable.”

“Didn’t you say Graphorn cocks are like rock?”

“Well, they are hard and a little rough,” Snape corrected. “Threstrals are a lot more rough. The result will be worse than with the Hippogryph.”

Harry still didn’t think that things with Buckbeak were that bad, especially with the healing salve afterwards, but he wasn’t about to argue now.

“So why are we here then?”

“What other creatures inhabit with horses?” Snape questioned.

“Are you talking about Porlock?” Harry queried. “Aren’t they wary of humans?”

“They are, and I give you credit for studying,” Snape replied. “There are ways to make them less wary. Take off your trousers, I will give you some swelling solution to apply to your cock.”

“What? Why?” Harry asked feeling very confused.

“Because Porlock are usually used by horses so they are used to, and only interested in taking, large cocks.”

“Wait, I will be taking them?” Harry exclaimed, gaping at Snape, who merely smirked at him.

“Indeed. I noticed that your sexual education was somewhat lacking in that you have only been on the receiving end before now: I thought you might like to have a go at giving instead.”

“So this is what you meant by a treat,” Harry murmured, undoing his trousers, but not with the same level of enthusiasm that Snape did. He had never been the one to penetrate any of these creatures so he was a little curious but he couldn’t help feeling at a loss.

“It is,” Snape confirmed, looking a little excited, which had Harry curious.

“Do you like being the one penetrating?” Harry asked. He hadn’t meant to voice the question out loud, he had just been curious. He was almost glad that he did, though, when Snape’s head snapped around to look at him in surprise.

“Of course I like being the one penetrating. Everyone likes being the one penetrating.”

“I actually enjoy doing the taking,” Harry said, only for Snape to scoff.

“That is only because that is all you have known. You have awakened a new kink, which is why it is exciting to you, but that new kink from a different side will only increase that, and you won’t necessarily want to turn back.”

Harry wasn’t so sure, but Snape had been right about all of the creatures so far, so Harry was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. Still, his eyes kept getting drawn to Snape’s now extra large cock and he couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of the Porlocks for getting to take it.

“So, what is this ingredient for?” Harry asked, feeling that he ought to at least take some interest in things outside of the sex now that he was actually Snape’s apprentice.

“Porlock cum is used in fertility potions for cattle and horses,” Snape replied. “It is how Mr MacIntyre was able to get so many Re’em before.”

Well, that idea Harry could get behind and he stepped into the stall behind Snape with a little more enthusiasm, but a little less coordination. His newly enlarged cock felt a little strange between his legs and Harry was forced to try to adjust his gait.

The Porlocks seemed just as interested in Snape’s cock as Harry was, crawling out from a stack of hay and sniffing around his groin. There was a pair of them, both seemingly interested, not that Harry could blame them. Of course, there wasn’t a lot of room and the smaller one was soon pushed out of the way. Harry moved over to try to help the poor guy up, only for the Porlock to shove his snout in Harry’s groin. The shock and the sudden jolt caused Harry to over balance and flop down into the hay himself. The smaller Porlock was undeterred however, clambering over Harry to nose along his length.

The Porlock’s shaggy coat felt surprisingly good as it straddled Harry’s chest and the cloven hooves at his side really helped to emphasise that the thing playing with his cock was definitely not human. The Porlock had strong thighs as well and, for a moment, Harry hoped that he might be able to find a way to turn the tables, that was until he saw the tiny nub between them.

A light thud in the hay by Harry’s head caught his attention and managed to distract Harry from his disappointment. He picked it up to see what looked a bit like a small condom.

“Stick it to the Porlock’s cock before you start, lest you get too carried away to remember it later,” Snape instructed as he levitated the larger Porlock onto a hay bale and stepped behind it. The Potions Master seemed in his element, but that seemed like too much effort for Harry and he wondered if he could try something else.

Casting a lubrication charm, he attempted to slick up the Porlock, only for the creature to protest.

“They prefer to be taken dry,” Snape said, and Harry could appreciate that, even if he didn’t appreciate having to wrestle the Porlock to the hay to clean it up.

“You could have told me that to start with!” Harry huffed. He already hadn’t been happy about this whole situation but now he was starting to get properly annoyed.

“I told you they were usually taken by horses, I thought it would be obvious, unless you think that horses can somehow conjure lube for them.”

Harry flipped the man off before climbing behind his Porlock and pushing in. It was a tight fit, and Harry had to rock in, conjuring a little lube to try to help his way. It was slow going as the Porlock was ridiculously tight and Harry might have worried he was doing something wrong if it wasn’t pushing back against him. It didn’t help that the Porlock was crying out loudly as well, although Harry knew from his own experience that that didn’t necessarily indicate a lack of pleasure. If anything, he could fully imagine that the Porlock was enjoying being so thoroughly filled and, if anything, he was actually a little jealous of it. He would actually love to get equally stuffed and half wished that Snape was fucking him instead of the other Porlock.

Harry set up a fast pace; not because he was enjoying it per se, but because he wanted to try and get it over with as quickly as possible. The tight heat around his cock felt nice enough but Harry didn’t really want to have to put in this sort of effort. It didn’t help that he didn’t get the same thrill this way around. Getting fucked by monsters got Harry’s pulse racing: fucking them didn’t.

The sounds echoing around the stall did get him going, as did the sound of Snape’s grunts as he hammered into his own Porlock. Harry tried to pull up memories of Snape fucking him, imagining that enlarged cock filling him, in an effort to try to increase his desire. The Porlock beneath him was thankfully tight enough to keep Harry hard regardless, and Harry was fit enough to keep up the pace. He did enjoy seeing the Porlock enjoying itself; when it spasmed and came, clamping down hard around Harry’s cock. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough to push Harry over the edge. Instead, Harry continued to fuck the Porlock through its orgasm, causing it to cry out loudly as Harry milked it over and over.

Eventually the Porlock became quiet, its body valiantly twitching with each of Harry’s thrusts, despite Harry starting to flag. It didn’t help that the Porlock had practically passed out by this point and the friction around Harry’s cock had all but disappeared. He pulled out, allowing the Porlock to recover, his cock already starting to soften with his own fatigue.

“Did you not cum?” Snape asked when he came over to collect the condom around Harry’s Porlock’s cock.

“I would have much rather have been in the Porlock’s position than mine,” Harry admitted.

“Even with the enlarged cocks?” Snape queried, looking genuinely perplexed by Harry’s assertion.

“Especially with the enlarged cock,” Harry stated, looking Snape in the eye to show the man how serious he was. “I understand that it might not be your thing but I can assure you that it is very much mine.”

“Is that so?” Snape murmured, smirking slightly as Harry nodded. “If that is the case then I may have a much better treat for you instead.”

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Harry was a little surprised when Snape told Harry to meet him in Firenze’s classroom the following night, even more so when Firenze didn’t seem to have any forewarning of what was going on either.

“Did you need to talk to me about your studies, Harry?” Firenze asked, his pale blonde hair glinting in the enchanted moonlight in his classroom. The woodland grove that Dumbledore had created for him looked so much more magical at night and Harry couldn’t help thinking about some of his previous encounters in the Hogwarts grounds, which only made him feel a little awkward. Firenze was good-looking after all, and Harry thinking about his ‘fun’ experiences wasn’t helping things.

“Oh, um, no sir,” Harry stammered, feeling heat coming into his cheeks. “Professor Snape asked me to come here, although I’m not entirely sure why.”

“Professor Snape?”

“Yes, Professor Snape,” Snape answered, walking into the classroom. “Good evening, Firenze. As you know, Potter here has become my apprentice and, due to his repeated good work, I was planning on giving him a treat and I thought that you might be interested in helping with that.”

“In what way?” Firenze asked, looking between Harry and Snape with a mix of intrigue and excitement.

Snape smirked. “In exactly the way you think.”

Firenze’s eyebrows raised to his hairline. “Really? I did not think Harry’s tastes aligned with ours.”

“Not align so much as complement,” Snape clarified, leading Harry to feel even more confused.

“Why am I here exactly?”

“You said that you wanted to experience what it was like to be a Porlock,” Snape said, by way of an explanation, looking inordinately pleased with himself as Harry felt stunned. He turned to look at Firenze, feeling his cheeks warming even more as he felt his pulse quicken even more as he caught Firenze’s heated look.

“Well, if that is the case then I am more than happy to help in any way I can,” Firenze said, and Harry gulped.

“Alright,” he said, trying to keep his libido under control. “How are we going to do this then?”

“I leave that entirely up to you, Harry. This is your treat after all. Perhaps one of those stumps?” Firenze suggested. “It would be a good height for me,and Severus could always cast a cushioning charm for you.”

“I’m not entirely sure Potter will want a cushioning charm,” Snape said, at Harry’s continued silence. Harry felt his cheeks flame further with embarrassment and he wasn’t sure if he was worried or glad that Snape seemed to know him so well.

“I don’t think I need the charm. I haven’t on any of the other days.”

Firenze’s eyebrows raised to his hairline. “Now I definitely want to know what you have gotten up to on previous nights, although I’m not entirely sure that it will help in this situation.”

“What? Why?” Harry exclaimed, looking at Firenze in shock as a jolt of fear shot through him. Would Firenze think less of him if he learned the details?

“I can always try and describe some of the acts in an attempt to push you for another round,” Snape suggested. “I am sure that Potter will enjoy that and I will definitely appreciate having more of your cum to experiment with.”

That caused Firenze to pause. “I’m not entirely sure how I feel about you experimenting on my seed,” he said, eyeing Snape warily.

“Just think of it as payment for getting to enjoy Potter’s delectable arse; I know from experience that it is worth it. He is an enthusiastic bottom who enjoys being taken hard and fast.”

Harry wasn’t sure how he felt about being spoken about like that: a part of felt he should be offended at being spoken about like some sort of object but he actually found himself enjoying it. Firenze seemed to enjoy it as well.

“Strip, Harry, and bend over the stump.”

Harry gulped and began fumbling with his buttons, his pulse racing too much to keep them steady.

Snape huffed a sigh. “You are a wizard, Potter. Act like one.” He waved his wand in Harry’s direction and all of Harry’s clothes suddenly disappeared from his body. Harry gasped as the cool night air hit his heated flesh, although it did nothing to ease his already throbbing cock.

“I’m glad that Severus wasn’t exaggerating about your preferences in this regard,” Firenze murmured, walking over to give Harry’s cock a stroke. His palm, roughened, likely from years of archery, felt amazing along Harry’s length and he moaned loudly. Firenze’s eyes darkened. “Come, Harry.” He tightened his grip and gave a sharp tug, presumably as a way of getting Harry to move, and Harry nearly did come right there.

“Yes, sir,” Harry whimpered, heading over to the stump and bending over it so that his arse was thrust up into the air.

“How much preparation do you need?” Firenze asked, stroking a hand over Harry’s flesh.

“Some lube and a finger or two should suffice,” Severus replied. “He does want to be treated like a Porlock after all.”

“Are you sure?” Firenze questioned, sounding shocked and a little concerned.

“He has been taken by a Hippogryph and enjoyed it,” Snape explained.

“Is that so,” Firenze murmured, his voice taking on a husky tone as the hand stroking Harry’s arse paused and gave a hard squeeze.

“Yes, sir,” Harry moaned.

“Well, I am a little bigger than a Hippogryph,” Firenze clarified, “so if you change your mind and need some more stretching, just let me know. I want you to enjoy this.”

“I will, sir,” Harry said, biting his lip in an attempt to hold back his orgasm, just a bit. He wanted to enjoy this experience as well and hated the thought of coming too quickly. A part of him wished that Snape had put a cock cage on him again, so that he could just relax and enjoy the sensations. That only increased when he felt the cool lube being pushed into his waiting hole. He vaguely wondered where Firenze would have gotten it from when he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, making him moan. Harry raised his head to see Snape smirking down at him.

“I did say this was going to be a treat, didn’t I? I also want to see if one centaur can wreck you as much as five Re’em did.”

Firenze moaned loudly. “Five Re’em? I think I am definitely going to have to see that memory at some point. If you can take those creatures though, I have less concerns about you taking me.”

“Please,” Harry begged, hating the note of desperation in his voice, but he also couldn’t deny it. He was desperate to learn how big Firenze was and he keened in frustration when Firenze scissored his fingers briefly before stepping back. Harry gripped the edge of the stump as he took a deep breath, trying to make sure the muscles in his arse in preparation for Firenze.

Harry hissed through clenched teeth as Firenze pushed forward, the blunt head of his cock pushing quickly past the guardian ring.

“Don’t stop!” Harry huffed, pushing back as much as he could as a way of encouraging Firenze to keep going.

“I told you he liked it rough,” Snape said with a chuckle.

Harry looked up at him, his vision blurring a bit with unshed tears as he fought the burning pain, knowing that it would soon give way to pleasure. He could be wrong, but he could have sworn he saw a look of desire and pride in Snape’s face, but Harry wasn’t sure how that could be right. He was soon distracted though, as Firenze continued to push deeper and pressed against that wonderful spot that had Harry seeing stars.

Harry cried out in pleasure, groaning as Firenze’s legs came down over Harry’s shoulders, bringing back wonderful memories of other times he was in this position.

“You really are taking my cock well,” Firenze said through gritted teeth. “Even better than some mares during breeding season. Is my body asking to be bred, Harry?”

“I could possibly look into seeing if that was possible,” Snape mused. “Personally, I think Potter would make an excellent brood mare.”

Harry whimpered again but, trapped as he was beneath Firenze, he wasn’t really able to do anything. All he could do was hold on as Firenze set up a gruelling pace. The muscles in his arse quickly gave way to take the cock, not that Firenze gave his body much option, hammering forward as he did. It helped the pleasure build as Harry was once again experiencing that wonderful feeling of fullness. He could probably have drifted away on a sea of bliss if not for the edge of the stump digging into his thighs, keeping him grounded. He would have a wonderful bruise there later, and Harry wasn’t entirely sure he wanted Snape to heal it.

The only problem was that, despite the pain, it wasn’t doing anything to curb Harry’s pleasure and he could feel himself racing towards completion, even though he really didn’t want to. He tried to think of other things, to stave off the inevitable, but Firenze was pounding his arse like a jackhammer and Harry couldn’t get his brain to think of anything else. He cried out as spasms wracked through his body as warm, viscous fluid spurted out beneath him. Harry whimpered, but he didn’t have long to despair as Firenze continued his efforts.

“And I thought you were tight before,” Firenze grunted.

“Has he come already?” Snape asked, threading his fingers into Harry’s hair and lifting Harry’s head. “You really are enjoying this aren’t you?”

Harry whimpered again and tried to nod his head since speech seemed a little beyond him.

“Struggling to speak?” Snape queried. “Open your mouth, I can give you something that might help.”

Harry did, and was a little surprised when he found it stuffed full of Snape’s cock. He hadn’t realised that Snape was this hard without apparently touching himself. Harry also didn’t know how this was going to help him talk, but he wasn’t about to complain. Not that he could talk with his mouth stuffed so full of cock, which was why he stuck to sucking on it instead. It felt so good being stuffed from both ends, like with the Giant Squid, except these cocks were harder than the tentacles and were pounding in a truly wonderful way.

This was what Harry wanted: to lie here and be fucked, to just enjoy the pleasure of being used. It was utterly exhilarating and Harry wasn’t entirely surprised when he felt himself getting hard again. This time he didn’t hold back, shifting slightly to try to make sure that Firenze hit that wonderful spot in him again and again. Harry wondered if he could get bruised inside.

He thought his throat might get bruised as well. Snape wasn’t holding back either, fucking Harry’s throat, his cock hitting so deep that it was making Harry gag a bit, forcing him to swallow around it. It was different taking a cock so deep while trying to breathe and Harry began to feel a little light headed from the lack of air. That light-headedness was not dulling his libido, if anything it only made Harry harder and he groaned in pleasure when Snape came shooting his seed straight down his throat.

Harry did his best to try to swallow it all, but he choked a bit. The coughing caused his body to tense, which apparently was all that was needed to push Firenze over the edge and Harry felt his insides getting coated in hot cum. It was not a small amount, filling his belly and pushing Harry over the edge himself.

The second orgasm left him weak, and he was barely coherent when Firenze pulled out and Snape rolled Harry onto his back.

“You made quite a mess,” Snape murmured, drawing his hand through the cum that was coating Harry’s now distended stomach as he pushed a butt plug into him.

Harry whimpered, his body twitching slightly with residual pleasure at the knowledge he would stay filled for a while.

“You were right, Severus, his arse really was delectable. I would be more than happy to do that again.”

Harry couldn’t help agreeing, not that he could actually voice that at the moment but he would definitely be voicing his opinion on the matter as soon as he could.

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The next night had them walking into the Forbidden Forest once again. The moon was now a half, not casting huge amounts of light, and it was only the reminder that that meant no werewolves had Harry calming down a bit.

“So, what is on the menu for tonight?” Harry asked, not that he was worried now; he and Snape had been through so much already that Harry was beginning to trust the man’s judgement in this. Snape had not really put a foot wrong yet, except the Porlocks, although Harry had a feeling that was Snape being led by his own preferences. He had certainly learned when he took Harry to see Firenze the night before, and Harry had a feeling he would not be looking at his Divination Professor the same way again. He could still feel the echo of Firenze’s cock deep inside him and he hoped for something equally enjoyable that night as well.

“We are looking for unicorns tonight.”

“Unicorns!” Harry exclaimed, only to stop himself as his voice echoed around. “Will they even come? I mean, unicorns are pure beings and well, I wouldn’t exactly call myself pure anymore.”

“Why not?” Snape asked, looking at Harry with what seemed like confusion in the low light.

“Well, I’ve been letting myself get fucked by all sorts of creatures,” Harry hissed, feeling his cheeks heat as he admitted it openly for the first time. “I don’t know what is less pure than that.”

“Slaughtering people for fun and eating their innards for dinner?”

Harry stopped in his tracks to gape at Snape. “What has that got to do with anything?”

“You said you didn’t know of something that was less pure than what you have been doing so I gave you an example of something,” Snape explained, looking at Harry with confusion of his own.

“Ok,” Harry accepted, “but it still doesn’t change that what I am doing is wrong.”

“Is it?” Snape queried. “You are not hurting anyone, you are just enjoying sex. What is wrong with enjoying sex?”

Harry paused. “Well, I don’t know, it just seems wrong.”

Snape rolled his eyes. “That is just idiotic, Muggle religious thinking where they associate sex, and specifically the enjoyment of sex, with something wrong. Unicorns are animals, they have sex as well. Contrary to dumb religious thinking, they actually enjoy sex. It’s why the male unicorns are more interested in women than men.”

“Wait, that’s why they prefer women?” Harry exclaimed.

“Well, that and women are less prone to violence. Emphasis on less, as some women can be extremely violent; Bellatrix springs to mind. You, however, are incredibly pure in comparison, not even using lethal force when your life was at risk.”

That gave Harry something to think about. He had been feeling a little guilty about how much he had been enjoying something that he thought was wrong. Having someone say that it wasn’t wrong threw him a bit, especially when that person was Snape, someone who took every opportunity in the past to belittle Harry. It settled something that had been building inside his chest and he didn’t even hesitate when Snape suggested he strip.

They walked to a fallen tree and Harry spread himself over it, and was a little surprised when Snape began to prepare him.

“I’m not sure I really need it,” Harry argued, even as he moaned at the gentle probing.

“Not normally, perhaps,” Snape agreed, “but you always hiss at the stretch and I wouldn’t want to risk scaring the unicorn off. I want the only sounds you make to be ones of enjoyment. I have not had the opportunity to even contemplate harvesting unicorn cum before and I don’t want to risk messing anything up.”

Harry nodded in understanding and he relaxed into his position until Snape began to gather his clothes and move away.

“Are you not staying?”

Snape shook his head. “Unlike you, I have often taken pleasure in hurting people, or seeing them hurt. I don’t want to risk scaring any unicorns away.”

“Ok,” Harry said, a little hesitantly. He understood the theory but he couldn’t help the spike of fear at Snape’s comment. Snape seemed to notice and sent Harry a small smile.

“I won’t be far and I will be watching, just in case you need help at any point, although I doubt you will.”

Harry nodded and breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit as he waited. He felt incredibly exposed, which only caused his pulse to race. That was a good thing as it helped keep him warm despite the cool night air. The rough bark beneath him helped stimulate Harry as well, especially when his exposed nipples caught on it. Then he heard a twig snap and he turned his head sharply to look over his shoulder. Somehow he knew he was Snape making that noise, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through him when a white unicorn cautiously poked its nose from behind a tree.

It stepped closer to the fallen tree, slowly at first, but with a little more determination as Harry remained still. It moved around, nuzzling at Harry’s arse, and Harry gasped at feeling the cool nose against his sensitive flesh. Harry knew Snape had used his special lube, he had felt the familiar pulse in his blood already, and he hoped that it would encourage the unicorn as well. He worried briefly when the unicorn seemed to step back, but its nose was quickly replaced by something pointed and hard that pierced the centre of his hole, spreading his guardian ring with ease.

It could only be the unicorn’s horn and Harry moaned at feeling something so cool and hard filling him. He had never thought about fucking a horn before, but now he wanted to visit the Graphorn again to see how those golden horns felt. For now, though, he was happy to feel the unicorn, moaning loudly as the unicorn continued to bob his head.

Harry was almost disappointed when the unicorn stepped back, but only until the creature mounted him. The unicorn wasn’t quite as big as Firenze, or at least didn’t feel it anyway, and it slid into Harry’s arse with ease. Harry moaned loudly as he felt himself being steadily filled, the aphrodisiac in the lube helping to fill the space that the delicious burn usually filled. He didn’t dare push back though, for fear of scaring the unicorn, simply enjoying himself as the unicorn set the pace.

That feeling didn’t last forever, though. He might not have the burn of being speared on a cock, but he had the burn of the rough bark of his tree under his chest. As the unicorn set up a steady pace, the bark caught on the skin of Harry’s chest with every thrust, adding a delicious fission of pain/pleasure to the whole experience. It pushed Harry to try to push back, meeting the unicorn thrust for thrust, causing the bark to catch more. The unicorn seemed to appreciate Harry’s actions as well, picking up its pace, and soon the sound of Harry’s moans was echoing all around the forest.

Something about this situation just felt so right to Harry, as if it spoke to something at his very core. If a unicorn, a creature considered completely pure, was enjoying this then it couldn’t be wrong and Harry allowed himself to get lost in the sensations. He almost didn’t realise when he peaked, his orgasm washing over him like a slightly bigger wave, and he could have quite happily stayed there longer. Apparently the unicorn had been enjoying himself as much as well and stuttered to a halt behind him.

The unicorn pulled out, but Harry was still too blessed out to move. He did manage to turn his head though, when the unicorn came around to nuzzle his face, seemingly checking that Harry was alright. Harry rubbed noses with it, hoping to reassure it as well as convey his thanks, and earned himself a lick for his effort. The unicorn whinnied and nibbled Harry’s ear before leaving, and Harry hoped that that might mean that they could do that again.

As soon as the unicorn was out of sight, Snape emerged from the shadows, plugging Harry’s arse before turning him over.

“My, you did manage to make a mess of yourself still.”

Harry could only hum in contentment as Snape began cleaning and healing his abrasions, the relief brought by the healing only extending the bliss that he was already feeling. A small part of him marvelled at this change in Snape; seeing the man’s caring side as he treated Harry’s wounds. He had seen it once before, of course, when Snape healed Malfoy in the bathroom, but he never thought that he would get to experience it himself.

Snape’s long, cool fingers were surprisingly gentle as they slid over Harry’s skin, moving from graze to graze. It was not something that Harry had had the opportunity to experience in the past, having someone to look after him like this, and he wondered if there was a way to experience more of it in the future.

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On Friday night, Harry was once again summoned to meet Snape at the shores of the Great Lake and he wondered if they would be visiting the Giant Squid again when Snape handed him some Gillyweed and told him to undress.

“Not today I’m afraid. Dumbledore has had a commission from the merfolk,” Snape explained. “They have a Kelpie that has gone wild and they have asked for help subduing it. Dumbledore wondered if I could create a potion, but I’m wondering if your preferences can work in our favour as well.”

“In what way?”

“Kelpie cum is used in a variant of Polyjuice Potion, allowing it to work longer than the standard hour. I can potentially create some batches to sell to the Ministry.”

“Well, that would be good,” Harry mused, folding his clothes carefully and putting them on a rock. He had stopped worrying about his state of undress around Snape and he actually found it quite liberating.

“It could be very lucrative,” Snape agreed, “and I would contemplate arranging another treat for you should this be successful.”

Harry chuckled as he quickly prepped his arse. “Well that is definitely one way to motivate me.”

“It’s almost a shame that I didn’t learn this trick sooner,” Snape mused. “I might have had an easier time keeping you out of trouble.”

“Not likely,” Harry admitted, “not with everything going on. I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy it as much.”

“I suppose you have a point,” Snape agreed, as he made his way into the lake, with Harry on his heels, casting a wandless light again to light their way. There was a spare dose of Gillyweed around their necks again, just in case, but Harry hoped that they wouldn’t need it this time either.

They hadn’t travelled very far when they were met by a contingent of mermen, armed with spears. Harry couldn’t understand what they were saying, but he understood their gestures to follow them, and he was glad that he and Snape wouldn’t have to search the dark depths in hopes of finding the creature. As they swam, Harry noticed a few of the mermen turning to look at him, but he brushed it off as them being curious about seeing another naked human as he assumed they weren’t a common sight at Hogwarts.

Thankfully they didn’t have to travel far to find the Kelpie, although Harry almost wished it had taken longer. There was a whole group of mermen, all with their spears and tridents out, surrounding a wild looking kelpie, its bridle being bitten through and hanging half out of its mouth. There was a wild look in its eyes, it was literally foaming at the mouth, and Harry began to wonder if he might have bitten off more than he could chew.

Still, it looked as if the mermen were about two seconds from skewering the poor kelpie and Harry couldn’t help thinking that would be a terrible thing. It was why he moved forward cautiously, palms forward, hoping that the kelpie wouldn’t be startled. It wasn’t, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t attack, wrapping its tail around Harry’s legs and drawing him in, only to pound his hooves down on Harry’s chest. Bubbles erupted from his gills as the air was literally knocked out of him. The kelpie wasn’t done though, and brought its head down to bite at Harry’s shoulder.

Harry threw his head back in a silent scream and reached forward, hoping to find a way to get the kelpie to let go without it ripping a chunk of his skin off. His hands happened to land on the creature’s cock and Harry hoped that directing its aggression somewhere else might really be the way to calm it. Unfortunately the kelpie actually bit down harder at first, but then a long tongue came out to lick it which caused Harry to shudder. His body hurt, but he still couldn’t help thinking how good that tongue might feel in his arse instead. It encouraged Harry to tighten his grip though, and he managed to get a few tugs in before the kelpie pounded on his chest with its hooves again.

Harry wondered what he had done wrong, until the kelpie flicked its tail, flipping Harry Harry over. It licked along Harry’s back, from his crack to his shoulders, which spiked Harry's lust; that tongue really was good. He didn’t have much time to enjoy the feeling though, as the kelpie brought his hooves down on him again, this time on his back. Harry was shocked, the loss of air from his lungs again. Before he had the chance to recover, the kelpie licked its tongue into Harry's gills.

Harry’s body spasmed as a jolt of desire shot through him. His breathing, as it was, was limited, but for some reason that made Harry’s pulse race more. Then the kelpie shifted him again and Harry felt a pressure at his entrance, the kelpie’s hooves coming up around his chest pulling Harry back. The kelpie grabbed Harry’s hair, pulling his head back, causing his back to arch. It forced the kelpie’s cock to scrape along the inside of Harry’s hole. It felt amazing, and Harry would have groaned if his throat was working the normal way. As it was, all he could do was hold onto the hooves as his eyes closed in bliss.

The kelpie was not gentle in his movements either, despite them being in the water. It wasn’t the full pounding that he was used to, but it was more of an unrelenting grind, meaning that his prostate was being constantly stimulated. The hooves were digging into Harry’s chest as well, and Harry knew there would be marks later. It was only adding to the stimulation though, as were the kelpie’s teeth that pulled at his hair and dug into Harry’s scalp.

Harry could feel the eyes of the mermen and Snape watching him though, watching him get abused, and for some reason that only heated Harry’s blood more. It was the same when the kelpie moved its head, letting go of Harry’s hair to wrap its tongue around Harry’s throat, scraping its teeth against the back of Harry’s neck. Despite his gills, Harry still felt the loss of air, making him light-headed. The water made his vision blurry anyway, making Harry feel more dizzy as his blood rushed in his veins. It felt incredible, and Harry half wished that it could go on forever.

He almost got his wish. Even after Harry came himself, his seed dispersing into the lake water like a cloud, the kelpie continued, using Harry’s body like he was some sort of doll. It should have been humiliating, but Harry had never been more turned on and he actually found himself staying hard, not even wilting slightly as the kelpie continued to grind into his hole. He lost a sense of time, simply giving himself over to the pleasure he was feeling, as if nothing in the world mattered.

The next thing he became aware of was Snape shoving some Gillyweed into his mouth, the Potions Master’s cool hands holding him as opposed to the kelpie’s hard hooves. Harry couldn’t even see the kelpie, not that he had much chance to look before Snape pulled Harry to his chest and began to swim to the surface. Harry felt tired, and incredibly worn out, and he was glad that Snape wasn’t forcing him to swim to the surface on his own.

Even when they got to the surface, and Snape had given him something to counter the Gillyweed, the man continued to be soft towards Harry, laying him gently down on the grass as he began to apply salve to Harry’s bruises. There was someone that Harry was curious about though.

“You’re hard,” Harry stated, his eyes tracking the way Snape’s very erect cock bobbed between his thighs.

“The display you put on was very arousing.”

“You like seeing me get beaten up?” Harry asked, although it was really more of a statement than a question: the proof of it was practically staring him in the face.

“I get off on seeing people suffer,” Snape replied. “I don’t know why, I always have, more so than actually inflicting it myself.”

“It seems I like suffering,” Harry admitted. Snape’s head shot up, his dark eyes boring into Harry’s as if searching for the truth. Harry left himself open, and Harry assumed he must have seen what he wanted to see as a small smile quirked at the corner of his lips.

“Is that so? In that case, it seems that we are a good match. It also gives me an idea for something to do tomorrow.”

“Will it cause me a lot of pain?”

Snape smiled. “Nothing that I can’t heal.”

Harry let out a sigh. “Good job tomorrow is a Saturday.” He felt himself drifting off to sleep and he didn’t think that was a bad thing. He had a feeling that Snape was going to have him equally wrung out the following night.

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Acromantula:

Harry felt as if he was starting to become familiar with the Forbidden Forest, thanks to all of his and Snape’s jaunts into it, as the path Snape was leading him down seemed very familiar. That was until he realised why it was so familiar when he saw all of the cobwebs about.

“Wait! Are we going to see Aragogs?” Harry exclaimed.

“We are indeed. I forgot that you had dealings with Acromantula before.”

“Aren’t they man-eaters though?” Harry queried, feeling more trepidatious than he had on any other time he had been out with his Professor.

“They can be,” Snape replied, “but Aragog is smart enough to know not to do anything that might cause people to turn against him and his family. As such, they have learned to feast off other creatures, but human is still considered a delicacy by them.”

“So, why are we going?” Harry asked, feeling his feet coming to a stop and seriously considering turning to run.

Snape just rolled his eyes. “Because some human parts can be recovered, and no, I am not talking about growing back limbs.”

“What then?”

“What have you been giving up each night without issue?” Snape asked, giving Harry a baleful look. “You literally fed it to Flobberworms and a Mooncalf, why would you have issue feeding it to Acromantula?”

“Well, I suppose,” Harry huffed, slowly beginning to move forward, but with less enthusiasm than before. He couldn’t help it but the thought of all of those spiders did not get his blood going the way that other creatures had.

“So, Severus, come to get another batch of our venom?” Aragog asked, coming out of his hole the second the pair of them crossed the threshold of his grove. “ I do hope that you have a decent payment for us in return; the females have just been impregnated and are starting to get hungry.”

There was a lot of excited clicking from the shadows and Harry found himself inching closer to Snape’s back.

“I do have a payment,” Snape confirmed, pulling a large vial out of his robes and enlarging it further. The vial was full of a thick, white substance that Harry could tell was a large stash of cum.

“Where did you get all that from?” Harry exclaimed, staring at the vial in disbelief.

“How hard do you think it is for me to get teenagers to provide a supply for me?” Snape asked. “Especially if I offer them a small monetary reward?”

“Well, when you put it that way,” Harry huffed, “although I feel like I might have been in the wrong house.”

“Quite possibly,” Snape agreed. “Slytherin would certainly helped to have honed your preferences. Speaking of, Aragog, I was wondering if your family would like a fresh supply as well?”

“Fresh supply? Are you planning on performing for my children?” Aragog asked.

“Perhaps, but I was thinking more Harry here. Apparently he has a bit of a masochistic streak and I was thinking that your children might enjoy playing with him.”

“What, no!” Harry exclaimed, backing away slightly, only to be stopped as three Acromantula came out to block his escape.

Snape turned and caught Harry under the chin, lifting it up to look in his eyes, black meeting green. “Do you trust me Harry? Do you trust that I am not going to do anything that will put you in actual danger.”

“Yes,” Harry said, his voice quiet but sure. Snape might be a bastard but he had protected Harry’s life more than anyone else over the years.

“Then trust me now.” He moved away, but Harry stayed still, watching the man with a new level of trust, even when Severus cast a spell that left him bare. His cock was far from interested, but Harry knew that it would be a matter of time, especially when Snape pulled out some of his special lube. Harry wondered how they were actually going to do this when Harry felt string wrap around his wrists and his arms were pulled up into the air, stretching Harry’s body so that his toes barely brushed the forest floor. Harry gasped, the pull in his muscles causing his blood to start pumping faster, even before Snape began prepping him with the lube.

“So, was I right?” Snape asked, and Harry didn’t need to see his face to know that the man was smirking. A part of him wanted to deny it, but his increased breathing rate and rapidly filling cock proved that that wasn’t the case.

“You don’t need to rub it in,” Harry huffed, wriggling a bit as some of the smaller Acromantula began crawling up his legs. Their movements were light, almost tickling his skin, which was an interesting combination with the pain from his arms that went straight to Harry’s cock. When there were about a dozen spiders crawling all over him, Snape raised one of Harry’s feet, and then the other, as the Acromantula began binding his legs so his heels were pressing into the back of his arse. The bindings were a little sticky, but strong, and Harry could feel them pressing into his skin, adding another sensation to the ones he was already feeling.

“It’s too much on my arm,” Harry said, through gritted teeth, as he tried to wrap his hands around the bindings so that his arms took some of the strain from his shoulders.

“Patience,” Snape chided gently, placing his hands under Harry’s knees, lifting them and tilting Harry so that he was now facing the ground. He could see what looked like hundreds of Acromantula scurrying about beneath him, which only seemed to highlight the feel of the ones moving around his body. He couldn’t see, but he could feel ropes of their silk winding around his chest. Finally there was a pull that lifted his chest and Harry could feel the bindings biting into his skin. Then Snape moved away, but Harry remained tilted and he realised that he was completely bound. He should have been scared, but instead, all Harry felt was anticipation for what was to come.

He almost missed the first bite, the prick of the sharp pincers lost amongst all of the other sensations. The burning sting caused by the venom was hard to miss though, causing an irritating itching feeling that Harry was completely unable to scratch. He twisted a bit, trying to get some relief, but that only caused the bindings to cut into his skin more.

It didn't stop with just one bite though; soon it felt like all of the Acromantula were biting him on every available bit of skin, causing Harry to squirm more and more. Each frisson of sensation caused his desire to spike and soon Harry was crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his cock was leaking beneath him, despite being completely untouched.

“He seems to be enjoying himself,” Aragog murmured, moving closer to Harry.

“More than I suspected,” Severus agreed, standing off to the side. Harry could feel the Potion Master’s eyes fixed on him, though, and he saw Snape unbuttoning his robes out of the corner of his eye.

“I wonder if we can push him further?” Aragog mused, and Harry felt one of the giant Acromantula’s hairy legs brush against the back of his thighs.

“Fuck!”

Snape chuckled. “I presumed that’s what Aragog had in mind.”

Harry keened as one of Aragog’s legs breached his hole, the friction high despite Snape’s preparation as the hairs seemed to catch inside him, dragging their way down his passage. Harry groaned loudly as the burning sensation he was used to returned, and a part of him wished he could push back. The bindings wouldn’t let him though, and all he could do was whimper as his body swung back and forth with Aragog’s motions.

Harry’s mind was overwhelmed, but he couldn’t even sink into the sea of bliss like he usually did. It felt like every inch of his skin was burning, or being cut by web at some point, although shifting would increase the pain in one place whilst alleviating it in another, leaving Harry swimming in a sea of sensations. This was only amplified by Aragog scraping against his prostate. He wasn’t the least bit surprised when it all came to a peak and Harry cried out his release, coating the Acromantula scurrying about beneath him.

“Excellent, Harry. It has been some time since my children had a fresh meal.”

Aragog pulled out, making Harry groan, and Snape as well when he watched on.

“Damn, he’s gaping. It looks like he’s been fisted.”

Harry could feel it as he moved, and he moaned, even as he wished to be filled again. He got his wish, but not in the way he thought, as some of the Acromantula began crawling inside him. They fit, but it was tight and Harry could feel them squeezing through, the hairs on their backs brushing along one side as their many legs tickled along the other. Then the bites came, inside him this time, and Harry bear screamed.

“Not too loud,” Aragog chided, as he lifted one of his cum covered children onto Harry’s head and it began winding its way around Harry’s lower face, weaving a tight web over his nose and mouth so there was just enough for him to breathe, but barely. It left Harry feeling even more light headed and he wasn’t overly surprised when he started getting hard again.

“God, I have never seen you so wrecked,” Snape groaned, pumping himself to completion over the Acromantula. He then took Harry’s hardening cock in hand and started pumping him quickly. It was all too much and Harry found himself coming again.

“Wonderful! My children have fed very well tonight. You will likely have a lot of extra venom supplies next year,” Aragog gushed, as Harry’s body spasmed for the second time that night, so hard that he actually managed to squeeze some of the Acromantula out of his arse.

“I suppose we can keep the web as well,” Snape said, as he pulled Harry to his chest, making Harry hiss as Snape’s fingers pressed into some of the bites.

“Of course you can,” Aragog said, “although I would make sure to give the boy a dose of anti-venom before he goes to sleep. Our venom may be non-lethal but it will cause him issues given how much he has had.”

Harry could only agree as he felt his breathing becoming a little more laboured as the pleasure he felt diminished and the pain and burning became more overwhelming. The web was ripped from his face and Snape poured a potion down Harry’s throat just before the darkness overwhelmed him.

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Phoenix:

Harry woke up in the dark feeling like he was aching all over and he wondered if he had been run over with a beaters bat at some point without him realising. Then he remembered the Acromantula from the night before and he groaned.

“Finally awake, are you?” Snape asked, causing Harry to jump.

“What are you doing in my room?”

“I think you’ll find you are in my room. You passed out last night and I thought you would appreciate it if I didn’t take you back to the Gryffindor dormitory naked and covered in marks.”

“I think you would heal them,” Harry huffed.

“And I thought you might enjoy seeing the results of your session before I did,” Snape countered. “You seemed to enjoy them being made, and even I have to admit that the Acromantula did an excellent job.”

Harry had to admit that Snape might have a point and he made to stand up in the hopes that Snape had a mirror somewhere, or at the very least could conjure one. The second he stood up though, he groaned again as his legs protested taking his body weight.

“Perhaps I need a bit more sleep?”

“It is already after lunch,” Snape pointed out.

“Really?” Harry questioned, looking around, his eyes still not accustomed to the low light: he could barely even make out Snape’s pale face in the gloom.

“There is very little difference in the ambient lighting in the dungeons,” Snape pointed out. “I had come in to wake you up as I was assuming that you would need some kind of sustenance.”

“I don’t know if I can feel like eating, my whole body feels like shit.”

Snape hummed in thought. “I am surprised. I gave you an antidote straight away so the Acromantula toxin should have left your system last night, and I would have assumed that someone of your young years would bounce back from a simple Shibari session. That said, you have been pushing yourself for nearly two weeks now.”

“That might explain it,” Harry agreed, a slight whimper in his voice. “I have certainly never had this much sex.”

“We can stop if you like?” Snape suggested, but Harry shook his head vehemently.

“No, I don’t want to stop. I just need something to recharge me a bit, like some sort of stamina potion.”

“A stamina potion might be too short lived, but there may be something I can arrange to rejuvenate you. Follow me.”

Harry somewhat gingerly followed Snape out of the bedroom and into a living room that was thankfully better lit, courtesy of the roaring fire in the grate. It allowed Harry to see what Snape had been talking about regarding the marks on his body, and Harry was actually glad that Snape hadn’t healed them as he quite liked seeing the remainder of the marks. It helped that he had had to step closer to the fire to better see them and the warmth from it was helping to ease some of his ache and Harry let out a sigh.

“I can run you a bath later if you want,” Snape said, “but I think having a little dose of something first will help. If you want to lie down on the coffee table: I have cast cushioning and warming charms on it already.”

Harry complied, and he couldn’t help the little moan that escaped him as he did. Snape’s charms were particularly good and Harry felt it easing the ache in his back straight away.

“Would you like a massage?” Snape asked, and Harry let out a hum of contentment.

“It feels strange that you are treating me so well.”

“You have been immensely helpful with collecting a lot of very valuable ingredients, and I would like you to continue that into the future. It only makes sense that I would want to take care of you with things like massages.”

“As if I needed more perks for this job,” Harry mused, letting out a sigh as Snape’s long fingers began kneading his feet. “I still think that I’m gonna need something more than a massage.”

“I was aware of that,” Snape said, a smirk coming to his face as a stand appeared above Harry’s head, just before Snape called for Fawkes. The phoenix appeared in a plume of flames, cawing and spreading his wings on the perch.

“Hey, old friend,” Harry said, raising a hand to stroke his tail feathers before looking at Snape. “Aren’t I a little far away to do anything with Fawkes.”

Snape rolled his eyes. “Hagrid really needs to add a section on creature anatomy to his course.”

Fawkes seemed to caw in agreement, ruffling his feathers and apparently dislodging his penis. Harry’s eyebrows raised to his hairline as he watched it drop, what must have been longer than ever Snape’s penis and twisted like a corkscrew.

“That’s real!?” Harry exclaimed.

“Yes, although you will have to use your mouth. An avian penis only stays erect for less than a second so anal sex isn’t an option.”

“Will I need to spit?”

“No, this dose is for you. Phoenix tears heal wounds but phoenix cum rejuvenates the body, it’s why it is one of the key ingredients in making a philosopher’s stone, or so I’ve heard. That is potentially something to look into for another day though. For now, you need to boost yourself and hopefully we can have some more fun next week.”

Harry had to agree with that sentiment and opened his mouth, allowing Fawkes’ cock to slide in. The tip had what almost felt like a brush as it stroked against Harry’s tongue. It reminded him a little of the Giant Squid and Harry couldn’t help moaning at the memory. It helped that Snape’s hands had moved lower to work on his thighs. Snape didn’t stop there, continuing to move lower until he was stroking Harry’s cock with one hand as he played with Harry’s balls with the other.

Harry moaned loudly, thrusting up into Snape’s hand as his back arched, sucking Fawkes’ cock deeper. It was still soft, but Fawkes was trolling so Harry assumed he was doing something right as he used his tongue to flick the tip. Harry’s hands slid through the smooth feathers, and he groaned as Snape gave his balls a pull. It wasn’t hard, but it was a shock that caused Harry’s cock to jump. He spread his legs wider, silently begging for more as he craned his neck, sucking Fawkes deeper.

Fawkes cried loudly, drowning out the sound of slapping flesh as Snape quickly increased his pace. Harry swallowed; the twisted phoenix cock feeling strange in his mouth, but not in a bad way, and Harry quite enjoyed it. He wished he could pull Fawkes closer, even as the brush-like head, tickling the back of his throat. He gagged a bit, which only caused his pulse to spike, especially when it caused his throat to flutter. Fawkes seemed to enjoy that and Harry suddenly found his mouth filled with cum. It caused Harry to cough as he tried to swallow it down, which caused his balls to pull, and Harry felt his own orgasm shoot through him.

Harry collapsed back on the coffee table, fighting to catch his breath as Fawkes fluttered to land on Harry’s chest, dipping his head to cry a tear on Harry’s chest.

“Shame,” Snape sighed, watching as the marks on Harry’s chest disappeared. Harry couldn’t help but feel the same, but he hoped that he would have a chance to make some more in the future.

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After Harry had come with Fawkes, Snape had actually continued to massage him, eventually moving to finger his hole. Harry had been curious as to why, and Snape had explained that it was because he planned on taking Harry to see the Thestrals the following day and that Harry would be thanking him for taking so much time preparing him. Harry hadn’t complained, except when Snape had put a cock cage on him again.

“You got yourself tired out, I think limiting how much you come from now would be a good idea.”

Harry had understood that, and was actually grateful for it when Snape had put a butt plug in him, to keep him stretched, and told Harry to keep it in him all of the next day.

Attending classes with his arse stretched and plugged was definitely an experience, and the fact that he worried people might notice had Harry getting even more turned on. It didn’t help that the hard benches only seemed to emphasise the plug in his arse and Harry was very grateful for the cage. It didn’t help conceal anything else though, as Hermione was asking him if he was ill by the end of lunch.

“You’re looking very flushed, Harry. Maybe you should go and see Madam Pomfrey for a Pepper-up potion.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m seeing Snape later.”

“Again, mate?” Ron exclaimed. “I’d have thought he’d have stopped your detentions after he made you his apprentice?”

“This is Snape we’re talking about?” Harry chuckled, which seemed to be enough to convince his friends. Snape had a reputation for being an arsehole, especially where Harry was concerned, so it almost seemed logical that he would keep the punishment up. The truth was that he wasn’t actually sure these meetings were detention anymore, especially as he was enjoying them so much.

The idea of the Thestrals was no exception. While Snape had been stretching him the day before, he had gotten Harry to read a book on Flying horse anatomy. Having sex while studying had been a novel experience for Harry, and he wasn’t entirely sure he paid attention to all of the information. He did notice the section on horse penises though, especially the Thestrals who were particularly large, even by horse standard, presumably due to the relation to bats as well, or so the book had suggested. It explained why Snape was taking so much care to stretch him, and Harry found himself looking forward to feeling just how big it was.

The excitement continued to build in Harry through the day, and his blood was practically thrumming in his veins by the time he walked into the stall. Snape had a padded bench set up for Harry, and he jumped on it with some enthusiasm as soon as he was naked.

“Egar are you?” Snape said with a smirk.

“Are you really surprised?” Harry countered, spreading his legs in anticipation of getting his ankles bound. Snape obliged, and gave Harry’s arse a quick swat for his trouble before removing the plug out to check.

“You’re going to need a bit more lube,” Snape murmured, running his fingers around Harry’s loosened rim. “Do you want the standard lube, or the enhanced one?”

“Standard,” Harry replied, a slight tremor to his voice as a shudder wracked through him. “I have been on edge all day, I don’t think I need any more stimulation.”

“Should I leave the cage on as well?” Snape asked, sliding his hand under Harry to fondle his metal-bound cock, making Harry moan.

“Please! I want to just enjoy this.”

“Such a size-queen,” Snape muttered, but Harry was sure that he could detect a note of affection in that voice. It was strange to think that him getting fucked was what would warm Snape up to him. Harry couldn’t seem to bring himself to care though, as he was enjoying himself far too much. He loved Ron and Hermione but he couldn’t imagine them accepting this side of him, at least not without far more explanation than Harry was comfortable to give, especially given the fact he was doing it with creatures. Sure, he could probably find people as well, but there was something that excited him so much more knowing that the other party wasn’t human, but was apparently just as into it as he was.

He was distracted from his train as Snape brought a Thestrals into the stall. It whinnied on seeing Harry, flexing its wings, and Harry’s blood thrummed with anticipation. The Thestral seemed to sense it as well, and it wasted no time in mounting Harry. Despite the preparation, and the lube, Harry still hissed as he felt himself stretched. He had underestimated how big the Thestral was and he took a deep breath as he tried to relax his muscles.

Harry had not been so full since he spent time with the Giant Squid, only then it hadn’t been as hard, and Harry felt as if his body was being split in two. He loved it though, and moaned loudly as he pushed back as much as he could to try to get more of the delicious feeling. The Thestral seemed to enjoy it all as well, pressing forwards without pause, apparently uncaring of the fact that he was apparently rearranging Harry’s insides thanks to the size of his cock.

Harry felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his senses were overwhelmed, as if every nerve ending in his arse was getting stimulated. It felt as if his prostate was getting crushed as well, and Harry was sure he would have come already if not for the cage.

The Thestral was not gentle in the slightest, setting up a gruelling pace, his bony hips digging into Harry’s arse with every thrust. All Harry could do was hold on, not that he could do anything with how he was bound, which only wound Harry up more, and he moaned loudly. Harry could feel himself getting filled to a ridiculous degree over and over as the Thestral pounded into his arse for all it was worth and Harry felt like he was in heaven. He was so glad that he had the cage on his cock or he knew he would have come a long time ago. Instead, Harry got to let himself go, enjoying being used as the Thestral enjoyed his body, going hard until he flooded Harry’s hole with his cum.

Harry was almost sad when it was over, and Snape seemed to realise, taking the Thestral out, only to bring in a different one.

“Fuck! You’re planning on wearing me out again.”

“I wouldn’t have caged you if I was going to do that,” Snape argued. “I’m just trying to harvest more cum.”

Harry whimpered, but thrust his arse backwards in anticipation, hoping that the second Thestral was just as enthusiastic. It wasn’t at first, but Harry tensing the muscles in his arse seemed to spur it on, and it soon picked up speed and power, pushing Harry into the table. The cushioning charm held, so Harry knew there would be no bruises, at least not on his front. He was sure that he would struggle to sit down in the morning even with healing.

“It’s good! So good!” Harry groaned, his sound only stopping when Snape stuffed his cock into Harry’s mouth.

“You have no idea how good you look letting yourself get used like this,” Snape said, angling his body away from the Thestral while still letting Harry suck his cock. Harry had never been so full before, even when he was with Firenze, and he sucked hard on Snape’s cock. He was in heaven, and he wondered if this would be the rest of his life, getting into various positions so that he could be stuffed with cock and cum over and over.

Harry was barely aware when Snape, and then the second Thestral came, filling him from both ends. He felt the emptiness though, whining as Snape led the spent Thestral away. The cum was oozing out of his gaping hole, dripping down the backs of his thighs, and Harry couldn’t tell whether he loved or hated it.

“Sore?” Snape asked, returning to the stall, and Harry nodded his head dully. “Would you like me to heal you?”

“Not yet,” Harry replied. “I want to enjoy this feeling for a bit.”

“Such a cock slut,” Snape said, stroking Harry’s head, and Harry couldn’t help feeling like he had made the right choice.

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Harry was sitting on the grass by the lake, enjoying the mild, autumn evening. Dinner had not long finished and he leaned back, watching the sun set, blazing the sky a rich red and casting the mountains in shadows, making them seem even lonelier than they were. Or perhaps he was just projecting. It didn’t help that all of his friends seemed to be pairing off into couples, finding quiet corners to hang out in. A part of Harry felt that he ought to join them; it wasn’t as if Ginny hadn’t been dropping hints. Even with his friends all looking at him expectantly though, Harry still couldn't bring himself to agree to it.

The old him would have caved long ago: the version of him that was desperate for to be accepted somewhere, who literally walked to his own death because it was expected of him. It was the part of him that almost said yes to being an Auror, because he knew that was what the whole Wizarding World expected of him. The problem was that Harry didn’t really care about the Wizarding World at large though, only his friends, and they had been fully supportive of him going back to school. Since then he had been introduced to a whole new world, thanks to Snape, and Harry wasn’t ready to give that up yet.

The only thing was, Harry wasn’t exactly sure where this was all leading. Sure, he was Snape’s apprentice, and the two of them had even done stuff together a few times now. The problem was that Harry had no idea what the boundaries of their relationship actually were. Were they a couple, or were their times together simply a result of the situations they were in? Harry didn’t know, and it left him feeling a little lost, especially as he had no idea how to bring it up with Snape without sounding needy.

Harry was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice what was going on around him and he was very surprised when a rock hit his hand.

“Ow!” He looked around as he rubbed it, trying to ease the pain, and saw a merman on the surface of the lake. That was surprising enough as those creatures rarely came to the surface. The merman said something but, not knowing Mermish, Harry had no idea what he said. He held up what Harry instantly recognised to be Gillyweed, though, and gestured for Harry to come into the water. Harry’s first thought was that a kelpie had gone wild again and he quickly stripped off, barely remembering to send a patronus message to Snape to let the Potions Master know where he was going.

A part of him thought that he should wait, and he paused shortly after stepping into the water, realising that Snape wouldn’t actually know where he was if he went off alone. The merman swam up to him though, pulling Harry deeper as he shoved the Gillyweed in Harry’s mouth, and Harry figured that, whatever the issue was, there must be no time to lose.

The merman didn’t create a light like Snape normally did, and Harry had a hard time following, until the merman came and grabbed Harry around the waist, pulling him further into the lake. Harry had a brief moment of panic as he realised he didn’t have a spare dose of Gillyweed. Thankfully they didn’t actually go that deep, just into a little crevice at the edge of the lake. There were some plants growing in it that created a faint blue glow, illuminating the three other mermen floating there.

Harry was confused as the mermen were the only creatures he saw there. He looked around, a confused frown on his face, as he wondered how he was going to ask the mermen what was going on. The merman holding Harry shifted his grip, putting one hand on his hip as the other pushed against Harry’s back, forcing him to bend forward. Harry was even more confused, until one of the other mermen swam forward, threading a hand into Harry’s hair as he pulled Harry's head towards his erect cock. Harry was still a little confused, then a finger pushed into his arse, making him gasp, and his mouth was filled almost straight away.

Harry was shocked, and he went to push the merman in front of him away, but the hand in his hair only got tighter, ripping some strands out, which annoyingly caused his cock to jolt. The other two mermen grabbed one of Harry’s hands each, forcing Harry to rub their cocks. Harry was annoyed at them just assuming this off him, but he was also annoyed at himself for getting turned on by their actions, especially when the merman behind him added a second finger.

It caused Harry to groan and he swallowed around the cock as his lower body relaxed, accepting the intrusion, and the mermen seemed to mutter, laughing between themselves if the sounds they were making were anything to go by. It was frustrating, but Harry was too turned on. The mermen were not small, and ridiculously hard; their cold skin left their cocks feeling like actual iron. Even the one in his mouth didn’t seem to be getting warm, no matter how much Harry sucked on it. It made him curious how one would feel in his arse. It had him excited, even if he was a little annoyed at how the mermen had gone about this encounter, even if there wasn’t necessarily an easy way they could have communicated, what with the language barrier.

It was probably why he wasn’t fighting; that and him being turned on. It felt as if it had been a while since he had had so many nice cocks to hand and Harry was looking forward to getting to play. A part of him felt guilty over the fact that Snape wasn’t here, but it wasn’t like Harry had any say in it. It was why he tried to push it to the back of his mind and just enjoy the mermen’s ministrations.

The merman behind him seemed to grow bored and pulled his fingers out, only to push his cock in instead. Both of his hands were on Harry’s hips now, pulling Harry back into his cock, despite Harry’s muscles protesting at the intrusion. The merman in front held onto Harry’s hair though, apparently not wanting to lose the suction on his own cock, thrusting to the back of Harry’s throat. Harry felt his eyes rolling back in his head as pleasure rushed through his system, and he tightened his grip on the cocks in his hands as well.

It was a heady experience, heightened by the fact that Harry was in the water. It was a bit like when he had been bound the day before; his movement was limited and there was nothing for Harry to push back against. It meant that all Harry could do was relax and enjoy it all as the mermen used his body however they wanted.

Harry might not be able to move, but apparently the mermen had no issue, flicking their tails to allow them to move quickly forwards and back. Each movement sent ripples through the water which brushed over Harry’s skin, heightening the sensation he felt to a new level. Even the cool water of the lake wasn’t enough to cure Harry’s libido and his cock continued to throb as he was used from both ends.

Both of the mermen seemed to be equally into things, thrusting in and out of Harry with abandon, although the water took some of the force. Harry’s gills also allowed for him to take the merman all of the way into his throat without issue. Harry could feel his throat fluttering around it and he knew he would have been moaning loudly on land. As it was, his body shuddered in delight, including in his arse, and he squeezed around the cool length that was currently spearing his hole. The merman behind him shuddered and Harry felt something cool and thick filling his insides.

He moved out of the way, and the two that Harry had been rubbing off both moved, diving towards Harry’s arse. There was a bit of a fight, and Harry closed his eyes as one of them pushed straight in. The other merman seemed to disagree though, and Harry felt fingers jabbing into him alongside the cock.

Harry squeezed his eyes in shock at the feeling, but he relaxed the muscles in his backside as much as he could. He was glad he did as the second merman decided he couldn’t wait and moved to push in beside the first. It was a tight fit thanks to the lack of prep and Harry felt himself whimper as his body was forced to stretch even further. The cold water was doing nothing to help, keeping his muscle tight instead of loose. The burning remained though, deep inside, and Harry was pushed over the edge, his body tensing completely as he came.

The mermen were chattering again, though Harry had no idea what she was saying. Not that he was paying attention, his mind swimmingly in a haze of lust. It didn't help that the mermen hadn’t been still while he had been momentarily out of it. The two cocks in his arse were now buried deep, thanks to his temporarily relaxed muscles, and Harry felt his eyes roll back in his head again as his prostate was pressed hard, thanks to the tight fit.

His involuntary movements were too much for the merman in his mouth though, and Harry found his mouth flooded with cum as the merman pressed as deep as he could, forcing Harry to swallow. The merman who had previously fucked his arse moved forward again, shoving his half-hard cock into Harry’s mouth, stretching Harry's mouth wide. Harry was surprised he wasn’t choking, and was almost grateful for the gills as it allowed him to be completely stuffed. He didn’t even feel as if he could properly recover as the mermen continued to use his body to their heart’s content. They milked his prostate as they pounded into him over and over, the cocks in his mouth making him feel ridiculously filled. It was almost too much, and Harry felt himself drifting into that wonderful space where all he felt was pleasure.

He wasn’t even completely sure when it all stopped, although he did remember taking a deep breath as his body broke the surface of the lake, the coughing that followed bringing up some super salty cum. His stomach felt full and his body was sluggish, so he was grateful when one of the mermen pulled him to the edge of the lake where Snape was waiting. The Potions Master took hold of Harry when the water was waist height, and the merman swam away, chattering something over his shoulder.

“I wonder what he said,” Harry mused sleepily as Snape pulled him to the shore.

“He said you were a wonderful slut and he would be more than happy to use you again,” Snape replied. “Apparently you are getting a bit of a reputation.”

“Oh,” Harry sighed, wincing as he suddenly felt a little sick. He remembered his aunt talking about people with a reputation when it came to sex and nothing that was said about that was good.

“It’s a good thing,” Snape continued, surprising Harry a bit. “I never would have been able to get mermen cum by asking them to fuck you: they would have seen it as an insult. Them making the first step is different.”

“So you don’t think less of me for enjoying being fucked like that?”

“On the contrary, I am impressed. I could never imagine wanting to be in your position but the pleasure you get from it is obvious and it makes me want to keep pushing you to see how much it would take you to break.”

“So we can keep doing this then?” Harry asked, feeling a little hope bloom in his chest at the prospect, even as his legs refused to cooperate with him and he remained lying on the grass.

“I would be most disappointed if you decided that you didn’t wish to continue. I have been talking with Hagrid and have arranged for some different creatures for you to try that I am very curious to test the cum of.”

There was a light of excitement in his eyes and Harry had to bite back a giggle. Of course Snape was more interested in the ingredients than the sex. He was still there though, feeding Harry a stamina potion as he scooped out the cum. Harry couldn’t complain though. He was more than comfortable with his current position, blanket by the dark night of the new moon. Snape accepted, nay, encouraged his current behaviour and Harry was more than curious to see what the man had planned next.

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Harry was getting used to walking into the Forbidden Forest now, and even the lack of a moon in the sky wasn’t enough to invoke the same level of fear as it had previously. He wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing or not, but it did help him pay attention to his surroundings more as they walked to an area that he had never been in before. The trees around him were broken in two, and highly charred, making a clearing of sorts in the centre, and Harry was a little curious what could have caused the damage. A dragon perhaps? For some reason that idea excited him and he definitely started to question his sanity then. Then something else came scuttling out.

“Is that a Blast-Ended Skrewt?”

“Indeed it is,” Snape said with a smirk. “This is the last one remaining and Hagrid is determined to breed another batch. Unfortunately the Ministry is watching so the only way is to milk this guy and impregnate some other creatures and hope for the best. Of course, he is very aggressive so I’m going to need his stingers occupied, which is where you come in.”

“You want me to get fucked by stingers?!” Harry exclaimed, not entirely sure how he felt about that idea, although the fact that he wasn’t running for the hills at the mere mention had him a little worried for his sanity.

“You have theoretically been fucked by worse, and I do plan on covering the actual stingers themselves. It would be a waste if you were to be gravely injured.”

“Thanks, I suppose,” Harry muttered, still eyeing the Skrewt a little warily, even as he got himself undressed. He relaxed a little more when Snape managed to duck down and temporarily stun the creature before sticking what appeared to be rubber balls on the ends of its stingers. “That’s a novel solution.”

“I figured it would add to your enjoyment,” Snape said, by way of explanation, and Harry wasn’t entirely sure if the man was being serious or sarcastic. “Now, you might want to get yourself situated quickly, since I have no idea how long it will actually stay knocked out.”

Harry didn’t need to be told twice and quickly stripped. Preparing himself was a little tricky though, but Snape helped a little, levitating Harry onto the Skrewt’s back, allowing Harry to cast a lubrication spell. He didn’t have a chance to use his fingers though, seeing the Skrewt beginning to twitch, and Harry quickly stuffed the stinger into his arse.

He groaned loudly as the ball and the limb forced his muscles to stretch, causing that wonderful burn to ignite inside him. The other stinger began to shift, and Harry quickly pulled it into his mouth as well. The ball made it feel strange in his mouth, and Harry almost instantly felt his airway filling, which only caused his own cock to jump. The Skrewt seemed to jump a bit, realising that its limbs were stuck, and began trying to pull them free.

The only thing Harry could do was hold on, squeezing the muscles in his arse and swallowing around the lump in his mouth, using his hands to pull that one deeper, making him gag. Harry’s body spasmed slightly, already becoming over-stimulated. The lack of air in his lungs was making him light-headed and squeezing his internal muscles meant that Harry could feel every movement inside him, especially when the twin bulbs of the ball and stinger rubbed over his prostate. He moaned, even as he felt his mouth fill with saliva. He tried to swallow as much as he could, but it was no use and he felt some dribble out, down his chin.

“Look at you!” Snape said, a strange mix of awe and disbelief in his voice. “You look utterly debauched. It almost makes me want to set up a fucking machine in my rooms, so I could set you up on it to watch you until I had use for you.”

Harry felt the stinger in his arse still, before moving with more purpose, sliding in and out of him in a sawing motion, as if he really was getting fucked. He assumed that Snape was guiding the Skrewt, especially when there was a slight pause, only for it to start up again, a little less smoothly but with more force, as if the Skrewt had just realised what it was supposed to be doing. The one in his mouth seemed to get the idea as well, moving in tandem, opening Harry’s airway up just enough to let him breathe a bit, only to shut it again. It left Harry feeling a little high, especially with the pleasure coming from his arse, and he felt a little like he was floating. He was only vaguely aware of Snape’s presence as the man moved to stroke his head before moving away.

Harry whined at the loss. The stingers felt good, especially the way his body was being used, but it also felt a little cold and impersonal. He didn’t just want to take pleasure, he wanted to give it as well, which was possibly part of why he loved being filled with cum so much, as if it was proof of the good job he had done. The Skrewt was getting him to that lovely floaty head-space he enjoyed, but it didn’t feel anywhere near as satisfying as it had with other creatures.

Of course, that didn’t mean that Harry wanted it all to stop, and he almost whined in annoyance as the Skrewt’s movements became more erratic again as he was sure it meant that Snape had almost finished his part of the job. It didn’t help that, while turned on and leaking, Harry was still not actually that close to completion himself. He gripped the stinger in his mouth with his hands and tried to thrust his body in an attempt to get more stimulation to push him over the edge. He wasn’t even aware that the Skrewt’s movements had stopped until he heard Snape moving.

“God, I love seeing you this desperate,” was the only warning Harry got before the stinger in his arse was pulled out, only to be replaced by Snape’s throbbing cock. Harry moaned as the hot length filled him without pause, and he held onto the stinger in his mouth as Snape set up a gruelling pace.

“That’s it,” Snape panted. “Choke yourself on that stinger. Imagine it is some big cock just about to fill you with cum.”

Harry didn’t need to think hard to imagine that, remembering the threesome that he had had with Snape and Firenze. That had been so hot, and Harry wished he could ask for a repeat performance, although his current position would have to suffice. He sucked down on the stinger as hard as he could while Snape hammered into his arse with abandon, aiming for Harry’s prostate with every thrust until Harry finally came, the force of his orgasm blurring the edges of his vision. His body tensed impossibly around Snape’s cock, pulling the Potions Master along as well, and Harry moaned in delight as he felt his passage flooded with cum.

Harry let the stingers fall from his mouth, his lungs screaming with relief at getting filled again, extending his wonderful high. That feeling was temporarily bolstered when Snape took Harry into his arms, although he was jolted out of it when Snape suddenly Apparated them the short distance to Harry’s clothes. Harry frowned in confusion, only to be startled back to awareness when the Skrewt let out a blast of fire before scuttling back into the trees.

“I am sorry for using you like that,” Snape suddenly said, and Harry looked at him, his frown of confusion still on his face.

“Why are you apologising?”

“Well, I know you prefer being fucked by creatures, but you looked so good up there that I couldn’t help myself.”

“I don’t actually care who is fucking me,” Harry admitted. “I just want to feel pleasure, and give it as well, and also be accepted for liking that.”

“And here I was thinking I was only here to provide the means,” Snape said with a slight scoff. “I didn’t realise that I could sample the merchandise as well.”

Harry felt his cheeks warm slightly. For some reason he liked getting referred to as merchandise.

“I think I would actually like it if you sampled me more often. As much as I like being fucked by all of these creatures, it would be nice to have a steady relationship of some sort as well, with someone who understood my preferences.”

“Is that so,” Snape murmured, stepping closer to Harry and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. He tilted Harry’s head up slightly and brought their lips together in a delicate kiss. It was such a chaste and tender touch, but held so much promise, and Harry felt his body melting slightly into Snape’s. Snape pulled back but, even in the dark of the night, Harry thought he saw a smile playing at the man’s lips. Harry smiled himself as he looked forward to seeing where this new turn in their relationship would take them.

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The next day Snape led Harry to the cave at the edge of Hogsmeade and Harry was reminded of seeing Sirius and Buckbeak there, what seemed like half a lifetime ago. This time, however, it was Hagrid and a sphinx that looked up at Harry and Severus sharply when they entered, its hazel eyes blazing in the light of a fire that was burning: the only light in the cave.

“Easy, Memphis,” Hagrid said, stroking a hand down the sphinx’s back. “They are here to help.”

“What gets broken without being held?” the sphinx growled.

“I don't know who has betrayed you in the past,” Snape said, “but Hagrid told us you want to breed but he can’t take you to the zoo directly to breed with a lion. That’s where we, or rather Harry, comes in.”

The sphinx looked at Harry in confusion, as did Hagrid, and Harry felt himself blush.

When the sphinx looked back at Snape for an explanation, Snape smirked. “What do you call a human that is also usually full of semen: a cum dumpster.”

Hagrid scowled. “Now see here, Snape! Harry is a hero, we all owe him our lives, you especially. Do you really think you have a right to talk about him like that?”

Harry looked at the ground as a wave of shame washed over him. A part of him wanted to run, but he felt Snape’s hand at his back, offering silent support, and he took a deep, fortifying breath.

“Actually Hagrid, Snape is right, and I actually enjoy being fucked by all of these creatures. The fact that Snape can collect the cum afterwards to use in potions is more of a bonus, although, I suppose in this case it is for you to use to breed it.”

“His name is Memphis,” Hagrid corrected, and Harry frowned as he processed that information.

“Feels weird. I’m not used to the creatures fucking me having names.”

“You’ve been fucked by both Firenze, Buckbeak and Aragog,” Snape pointed out.

“Wait, you were the student that Aragog played with?” Hagrid explained. “I was a little worried when he told me his children had had a wonderful treat thanks to a student, but that makes sense.”

“Harry looked amazing, tied up in their web like that,” Snape said, a slight purr in his voice, and Harry shuddered with desire as he remembered that night. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Hagrid staring at him, but he wasn’t saying anything, so Harry assumed he was fine with it all.

The sphinx, Memphis, padded over and butted its head against Harry’s crotch. The fact that it was a very human head, attached to a human body intrigued Harry. Memphis’ mid-length dark brown hair and sharp features reminded Harry a little of Snape, but with darker skin, and Harry was suddenly struck with the idea of being fucked by two of the man; an idea that he found very appealing, if the twitch in his cock was anything to go by.

“You are offering yourself for me to breed you?” Memphis asked, looking up at Harry as if he were assessing Harry’s worthiness.

“Well, not me exactly,” Harry said, a slight tremor in his voice as he found himself liking the idea of being bred by a creature, although he wasn’t entirely sure what it would mean, not that he thought it would be possible.

“Why not?” Memphis asked, as if he were picking up on Harry’s silent questions. “You are as close to me as a lion is.”

“Yes, but I’m male,” Harry pointed out.

“And has magic ever been held back by such inconveniences?” Memphis countered, and Harry found himself at a loss for how to argue that.

“Take off your coverings,” Memphis commanded. “If you wish for me to consider you a worthy mate you must try to impress me.”

Harry stripped quickly, although he wasn’t exactly sure how he would go about how you went about trying to impress a sphinx.

“Why don’t you try lying on your back this time?” Snape suggested, indicating a low, flat rock off to one side of the cave. He cast a cushioning charm on it, and Harry was grateful as he lay down, although he wouldn’t have minded a warming charm on it as well. The crisp, autumn air had fully permeated the cave and the lone fire did little to stave off the chill. It did glint off the coat of the sphinx, however, giving it a burnished glow, and Harry shivered from both the cold and the reminder of who was about to fuck him.

“Present yourself to me, potential mate,” Memphis growled.

“He’s telling you to pull your legs back,” Snape explained. The Potions Master was standing off at a distance, but he was watching Harry intently, and Harry felt his pulse spike as he remembered that he was putting on a display for Snape as well as the sphinx. Harry lifted his legs, holding behind his knees to spread himself wide, hoping that it was enough.

The sphinx padded over and ran his nose down Harry’s crack, making Harry gasp. “You are as wet as a female, although this is different,” Memphis said, licking a stripe along Harry’s cock to show what he meant, causing Harry to moan.

“So responsive,” Memphis purred, placing a large heavy paw on Harry’s chest. The velvet of the paw contrasted wonderfully with the claws that just came out, scratching Harry’s skin slightly and catching on Harry’s nipples as it moved down.

Harry moaned loudly, pulling his legs back further, begging for more, and the sphinx let out a rumbling laugh.

“Yes, this one will suffice to mate with, although he is on the small side so I am not sure how strong the cubs he bears me will be.”

“Of course they will be strong!” Hagrid huffed. “Harry here defeated Voldemort, you can’t get much stronger than him.”

“Is that so?” Memphis mused. “Then you really must be desperate to lower yourself to this position.”

“I am a cock slut,” Harry said, admitting out loud for the first time and feeling something release inside his chest as he did. “And I particularly enjoy being fucked by creatures.”

“It seems that the sour one was correct then,” Memphis said with a rumbling chuckle. “Well then, I suppose that it is only right that I reward you with my cubs then.”

Harry whimpered at the thought, only for Memphis to pounce on him, making Harry moan as the soft fur of his under belly rubbed all over Harry’s stomach.

“What likes to get rubbed as much as it likes to get penetrated?” Memphis purred, ducking his head to lick a stripe down Harry’s neck. Harry squirmed, but moaned as his cock rubbed against the soft fur more.

“What drips as much as a lioness in heat?” Memphis asked, opening his mouth to scratch his sharp teeth along the sensitive flesh of Harry’s neck. Harry gasped, pulling his legs back further, desperately hoping to get some stimulation where he really wanted it.

Memphis seemed to take pity on him, or had tired of teasing Harry, and shifted his hips, running the blunt tip of his erect cock along Harry’s cock until he found the waiting hole and pushed in.

Harry screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Memphis pushed in, and he was very glad that Snape had insisted on stretching and lubing him up before he came. Memphis was not the biggest cock Harry had taken, not by a long shot, but the barbs down the shaft more than made up for that. Harry could feel them all scratching along the walls of his hole as Memphis pushed in without pause, and he felt his eyes already rolling back in his head at the thought of this cock fucking him.

“I wonder how long you can hold back,” Snape mused, and Harry whimpered, although he knew he would try to step up to the man’s challenge, even if he wasn’t sure how long it would actually work. He tried to concentrate on the cold stone beneath his back but Memphis nipped his ear.

“What is hot, tight and desperate not to let me go.”

Harry had considered answering before Memphis drew his hips back, slowly, allowing Harry to feel the full drag of the spines inside him, making him groan. He tried to relax his muscles but it didn’t help; the spines caught on the ridges inside him regardless. The second press forward was just as delightful and Harry could feel his cock already dripping where it was pressed between them.

He wanted to do something, to try to prolong the pleasure, so he shifted his position to grip Memphis’ body with his thighs. He had hoped to be able to grip his cock, in an effort to stave off the orgasm but the new position pressed it even tighter against Memphis’ belly. The only bit he could reach were his balls and he gave them a bit of a pull, in an effort to calm himself down.

It didn’t work though. The new position had moved him so that Memphis’ cock was now rubbing against his prostate, delicious spines and all. Harry cried out in ecstasy as Memphis thrust again, and the pain in his balls only seemed to amplify the pleasure. He pulled on his balls again, a little harder, but it still didn’t work, especially as Memphis seemed to thrust a little harder, and Harry found his orgasm crashing over him before he could stop.

“You really are desperate for my cubs,” Memphis growled as the muscles in Harry's hole spasmed around the sphinx’s cock, pressing those wonderful spines in more, keeping Harry hard.

“Keep playing with yourself,” Snape called from the side, the slight rasp in his voice letting Harry know just how affected he was by the show.

Harry pulled on his balls again, knowing that he wanted more as well.

“Breed me, Memphis. Fill me with cubs.”

The sphinx growled and shifted himself, coming up on his front paws a bit to give himself better leverage. He pulled out slowly, only to slam in so hard that it caused Harry to skid forward on the rock. It caused Harry to moan, and he couldn’t help wondering what this would be like if he were stung up like he had been with the Acromantula. It was a heady thought, and only caused Harry’s blood to rush more.

“What spreads themselves wide and is desperate to be filled up?” Memphis growled, sounding desperate himself, as if he needed an answer. Harry was too lost in the sensation though, and all he could do was hold on as Memphis pounded into his willing body, tearing away at the sensitive flesh inside him.

“Harry Potter,” Snape replied, and Harry didn’t have time to question it before Memphis stuttered to a halt, and Harry felt his insides being flooded with hot, sticky cum, triggering Harry’s second orgasm of the night.

Memphis collapsed on top of Harry, squashing his lungs, and Harry groaned as he fought to breathe, although his body was too strung out to get turned on again.

Memphis licked Harry’s neck before moving backwards, nosing along Harry’s stomach as he did. “I look forward to seeing if my seed took inside you.”

“Do you think Memphis could actually breed Harry?” Hagrid mused, sounding genuinely curious.

“Not without some sort of fertility potion,” Snape theorised, “although if anyone would be the exception to that it would be Potter.”

A small part of Harry hoped that Snape was correct.

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Harry was not having a good time, in fact he felt like he was having flashbacks. Not long ago, they had all been sitting having dinner in the Great Hall when Ernie Macmillan had rushed in screaming that there was a troll in the dungeon, sending everyone into a panic. Dumbledore had managed to keep people calm and tell them to all go to their respective dormitories while the teachers figured out what was happening. Harry and Ron were helping to round up some of the younger years keep calm and follow the line, when Harry realised something.

“Wait, where is Hermione?”

Ron groaned. “She said she needed to stop by the library to return some books. She said she’d be right behind us but she’s probably got caught up looking for new ones.”

“She won't have heard about the threat. We need to go get her.”

“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “Last time they said it was in the dungeon and it ended up in the girl’s toilets.”

“Last time?” one of the first years squeaked, looking up at Ron in fear. “Does this happen often?”

“Nah,” Ron said, ruffling the kid’s hair light-heartedly. “Last time was when we were about your age and Harry here managed to take him out using his own club and a levitation charm.”

“We just learned that the other day!” the kid exclaimed.

“Well then, you know how to take out a troll too, so you can keep your friends safe if one appears, but Harry and I need to go find Hermione to let her know what’s going on. She won’t be able to defend herself if she doesn’t even know that there is danger about.”

“Ok, take care and I’ll let the perfects know where you are.”

“Thanks Danny,” Ron called before turning down a hall and heading towards the library. Harry didn’t know how Ron knew the kid’s name, but right now he was more interested in making sure Hermione was safe.

They both made their way quickly through the corridors, wands out, checking down hallways as they went, keeping an eye and an ear out for any sign of the troll. They made it to the library without incident thankfully, just in time to see Hermione coming out, arms full of books.

“What are you two doing? I was just coming to the Great Hall,” Hermione huffed.

“There’s a troll on the loose,” Harry explained.

“In the school?” Hermione queried. “Where?”

Harry was just about to say ‘the dungeons’ when they heard a crashing sound echoing down the corridor. “Here apparently.”

Hermione swore as she quickly but carefully put her books in her bag.

“Come on, Hermione. Is there really time for that?” Ron huffed.

“Do you think me running with the books will be better?” Hermione snapped.

“Can we just go!” Harry said, giving them both a little shove as he . Hermione and Ron both gave Harry a look but started moving behind him, all three of them keeping their wands out as they periodically looked back over their shoulders, trying to tell where the troll was. Harry had just turned a corner when a suit of armour went flying past his head.

“What the fuck?” Harry exclaimed, slipping to the floor just ahead of Hermione. “It’s this way,” he yelled to Ron and Hermione, waving at them to get them to turn back. “Run. I’ll be right behind you.”

Ron and Hermione hesitated until a club smashed down on the floor, nearly hitting Harry, if he hadn’t rolled out of the way. He scrambled back as he yelled at Ron and Hermione to run again.

“This might be a second one. Go make sure there isn’t another one coming this way.”

Ron and Hermione nodded, shooting back the way they came as Harry darted forward, trying to get to a point where the trolls club couldn’t hit him. Unfortunately Harry was still in range of the troll’s fist and Harry found himself smacked into a wall.

The wind was knocked out of him, dazed, his vision swimming for a moment. Then the troll went to slam his fists into the wall by Harry’s head, startling Harry back to alertness, just enough to drop to the floor to get out of the way. Stone dust rained down on Harry’s head as he tried to scramble between the troll’s legs to get away. Lifting the troll’s loincloth revealed something that had Harry stopping in his tracks though. Between the troll's legs was a cock that was big, thick and grey, looking almost like stone, and Harry couldn’t help reaching out to touch it. It was cold to the touch, but jumped in Harry’s hand, and Harry felt his own pulse begin to thrum.

He couldn’t. He definitely shouldn’t. Ron, Hermione, or anyone else might come around the corner at any moment. Far from putting him off, though, that idea only excited Harry further, and he leaned forward to give the troll’s cock a lick. It tasted strange, almost sandy, but the troll had grunted, its hands stilling against the wall, and Harry figured that meant that he was fine with things. A blowjob certainly beat fighting for his life, so Harry opened his mouth, stretching his jaw as wide as possible to try to wrap it around the huge length.

The troll grunted again, his stance widening slightly as if he were getting ready to thrust. It made Harry groan himself. He didn’t mind giving blowjobs, and he especially loved it when a nice big cock was shoved deep down his throat, limiting his breathing. The troll’s cock was almost too big, since it couldn’t actually fit deep enough into his mouth to choke him. It also tasted a little weird. He knew he could fit it into his arse though; Harry had taken two squid tentacles after all.

Shifting slightly, Harry cast a wordless lubrication charm before he began fingering his hole. While he enjoyed the burn of a stretch, there is no way that he was going to try taking a cock this big raw. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to keep the troll occupied, especially as the troll cock was making him gag, but not in a good way. The taste was making his stomach churn but Harry didn’t want to stop, lest the troll decide to start attacking again. At least it was getting properly hard though, and Harry tried to stretch as quickly as he could. He stopped when he was four fingers deep, pulling the rim apart as much as he could as he stood.

The troll growled when Harry came off his cock and Harry was glad that he hadn’t stopped sucking sooner. Thankfully he was ready enough and Harry quickly used the wall to climb on the troll’s cock. It was still a stretch, and Harry hissed at the burn, relying on gravity as he didn’t have any other purchase. The troll seemed to dislike the slow pace, using his one free hand to wrap around Harry’s waist to pull him down. The troll’s hand was tight, and Harry could swear he heard his ribs crunch. He was too distracted though, able to concentrate on nothing but the burn as he felt like his body was being ripped in two. His cock wasn’t wilting though, and Harry vaguely thought there might be something wrong with him.

That was a worry for another day though. Right now Harry’s brain was short-circuiting as his mind was flooded with a mix of pain and pleasure. It was overwhelming, and Harry was pretty sure he blacked out for a second, waking up to a massive ache in his stomach as the troll’s cock had been pushed far deeper than Harry thought possible. He could actually see a bulge in his stomach like it was trying to poke through. It almost made Harry come there and then, but then the troll began to move.

Harry screamed as his still aching insides were battered, but he couldn’t seem to mind. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire, stimulated in every way, and Harry felt his vision blurring again.

“Fuck!” Harry whimpered, hoping for it to be over, but wanting the troll to keep going as well. His prostate was being pulverised, to the point that Harry wasn’t sure it would be the same again. He didn’t care though, wanting more of this wonderful feeling where he felt as if he were floating on a sea of lust while also being fully aware of everything that was happening to him. The wall at his back was tearing his skin, there were bruises blooming on his chest and his insides felt like they had been completely rearranged. It acted like a counter to the pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm him and stopped him completely getting lost.

His orgasm was inevitable though, and Harry wasn’t sure if he gurgled or screamed his release when it finally crashed over him. The sound was prolonged though as the troll continued to fuck Harry through it, milking Harry for all it was worth, causing Harry’s body to spasm again and again. Finally the troll came as well, flooding Harry with cum, making his stomach swell to an impossible level. Harry almost felt like he was going to be sick. He was so full, except the cum wasn’t actually in his stomach, just pushing against it so that it was now pushing into the space where his lungs should be.

The troll collapsed against the wall, making it shake, and some small part of Harry’s brain pointed out that he hadn’t thought this plan through as he wasn’t currently in a state where he could run. Then the club that had been abandoned at the troll’s side at some point was lifted up and dropped onto the creature’s head, knocking it out completely and causing the troll to crumple to the ground. His cock slid out of Harry with an audible pop, the cum leaking out readily. Harry was a little confused about what had happened, and looked up through half-lidded eyes to see one dark figure and one brightly coloured one.

“I think that I now understand how, or possibly why the creatures are getting in,” came the voice of Dumbledore, and Harry let out a small groan at the picture he must be showing to the headmaster.

Snape came over and wrapped his cloak around Harry. “I didn’t realise that it would cause such an issue, not with how often Hagrid brings things in.”

“Those creatures aren’t actively looking for something whereas I fear that they are now looking for Harry, for reasons that should be obvious,” Dumbledore pointed out. “Thankfully it is a study week next week. Perhaps you and Harry could go somewhere else in that time, as a way of giving the rest of the staff a chance to reinforce the wards, to cope with the extra strain on them.”

“That could work out quite nicely,” Snape mused, and Harry would probably have wondered what he was contemplating if he hadn’t been so thoroughly shagged out.

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Harry had never been outside of Britain before, hell he hadn’t even seen much of Britain itself growing up, so the idea of travelling excited him a lot. He was quite looking forward to seeing some awe-inspiring new landscape and he had to admit that he was a little disappointed when the international Portkey dropped them off in Massachusetts and it looked surprisingly like where he had just left.

“Well, they do call this New England,” Snape remarked, as they made their way along a path through the mountains. The trees around them had all turned to their autumn colours and the canopy was awash with yellows, oranges and reds.

“Doesn’t that mean that we are going to basically see the same creatures as at home though?” Harry queried, even as he surveyed his surroundings.

“You’d be surprised. England is a small island with an ever increasing population of humans and a population of creatures that is essentially stuck. There are several species that have been hunted to extinction in the last several hundred years that are still thriving here where they have space to hide and multiply.”

Harry could understand that. He might not be able to see that deep into the forest, but there was a feel about it, more vast and wild than he had experienced before, and he found himself sticking closer to Snape.

“So, are we looking for something in particular?”

“Yes, a Wampus Cat. They haven’t been seen in the British Isles since Roman times but they are considered a protected species here, especially around Ilvermony where they have a historical connection to the school, and are consequently thriving.”

“Ok, is that a bit like a big cat then?” Harry queried, thinking back to his time with the sphinx. A shudder of desire shot through his system.

“They are indeed,” Snape said, looking at Harry out of the corner of his eye; a smirk coming to his face as if he knew just what Harry was thinking about. A part of Harry was annoyed that the man could see through him so easily, but, for the most part, Harry was happy that Snape knew him so well and seemed so willing to cater to Harry’s tastes, often without him needing to ask. Asking for what he wanted was still something that was a little foreign to Harry so having someone who anticipated his needs was wonderful.

They followed the path for a little while before Snape stopped them and looked up into the trees. Harry followed his gaze and saw a pair of yellow eyes peeking out from behind the leaves.

“Right Harry, no sudden moves, but start undressing slowly. As with the sphinx, I will make sure you are stretched.”

The memory of the spines of the sphinx had Harry’s cock jumping, but he definitely didn’t want to try taking something like that raw, at least not yet anyway. Once they were both undressed, Snape encouraged Harry to get on his hands and knees, facing towards where the Wampus Cat was still hiding, lifting his head to look into those yellow eyes as Snape began to finger him.

It had become such a regular occurrence between them now, and Harry loved that Snape knew just what he liked: a little teasing of the prostate, a little scratching with the nails, but no real hanging around. Harry had never been a particularly patient person and having to wait for the main event was not something he particularly enjoyed, even when Snape was teasing him to distraction.

Thankfully today wasn’t a day when Snape seemed to be drawing things out. Harry was watching, and the Wampus cat made no move to come down from the tree, although he was watching their display intently. Snape seemed to come to the conclusion that he needed a little more enticement and pushed his own cock into Harry’s hole, as if to show the cat what to do.

Harry groaned. Snape hadn’t stretched him too much so there was still a slight burn as he pushed in, sending those delicious pleasure/pain sensations dancing along his veins. Snape didn’t seem to be in a mood to be gentle either, gripping Harry’s hip tightly with one hand as the other threaded into Harry’s hair, pulling his head back. The new angle meant that Harry could meet the cat’s eyes easily and he felt himself get lost in their bright depths until the world seemed to melt away, leaving only Snape’s cock filling him in that wonderful way.

This position arched Harry’s back, adjusting his angle so that each of Snape’s thrusts hit against his prostate. Harry cried out in pleasure, pushing back for more as much as he could, but his movements were pretty limited given his position. It meant that he was essentially completely at Snape’s mercy; an idea that sent a thrill racing through his veins. It helped that Harry’s eyes were still locked onto the Wampus cat’s; Harry could feel the cat watching him and that only turned him on more. He felt like he needed little else in the world than Snape’s cock pounding his arse and those gorgeous, glowing yellow eyes.

It was like time had stopped and nothing else existed outside of that wonderful cock in his arse, filling him over and over, stimulating the most sensitive part of him. Harry wanted it to go on forever, but of course it had to end, Snape’s hips stuttering to a halt far sooner than Harry would have liked. Almost as soon as Snape came, the Wampus cat kept down from its branch and Snape scampered back as quickly as he could. Harry whimpered at the loss, but he didn’t have long to complain as the cat moved straight to his arse and began lapping up Snape’s cum from his hole.

Harry groaned in delight as the rough tongue rasped over his sensitive rim. The sensation was just a step above tickling: enjoyable but with a slight edge that had Harry thrusting back, begging for more. The cat seemed happy to oblige, slipping its tongue in deeper, seemingly determined to lap up every trace of Snape’s seed. The rough tongue rubbing along his sensitive walls had Harry’s eyes rolling back in his head. Harry felt like he was in heaven, and it only got better when the cat stopped licking him, only to mount him, its front paws coming over Harry’s shoulders, spearing Harry with its cock in one long thrust.

Harry cried out in pleasure as the spines of the Wampus cat’s cock scratched down his hole in the most wonderful way and Harry found himself coming almost without warning. His muscles tensed as he did, causing the spines to dig deeper, but the cat did not let up. It continued to push forward until it bottomed out, and Harry felt its furry balls brushing against the back of his thighs. It then pulled back slowly, only to thrust back in hard, making Harry cry out again as he felt like his internal muscles were tearing. The cat seemed unaware, or didn’t care, setting up a pounding pace that had Harry alternately whimpering and moaning as pain and pleasure warred inside him.

He felt dizzy with desire but there was nothing he could do except take the brutal treatment that had him getting hard all over, even as tears began to fall down his cheeks. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spied Snape, watching the show intently as he rubbed his own hardening cock. Harry assumed he must be putting on quite a show for Snape to get hard again. That thought only caused him to moan louder, wanting Snape to get as much out of this encounter as he was. The cat seemed to want the same, thrusting into Harry with enough force to cause his knees to scrape on the ground. Harry barely registered that though; it was nothing compared to what was going on in his arse.

It was an intense sensation that was only made worse when the Wampus cat came, flooding the tender flesh with a salty fluid which stung. It didn’t do anything to deter Harry’s cock though, that was once again heavy and leaking between his thighs.

Snape was apparently near completion as well, walking over with his leaking cock out offering it to the Wampus cat to lick. It did, readily, causing Snape to moan, and Harry could easily imagine how good that wonderful tongue felt on the sensitive head of Snape’s cock. Snape seemed to keep his distance, not allowing the Wampus cat more than his tip. It was apparently enough though and Snape groaned as he came. The cat licked it up as quickly as it could but it wasn’t enough, with some cum trickling down onto Harry’s head, triggering his second orgasm of the night.

Harry’s arms gave way as he slowly slid off of the Wampus cat’s cock. He had to admit, travelling was fun.

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Harry was having the most wonderful dream. After the Wampus cat had slunk back off into the forest, Snape had come to begin harvesting the cum from Harry's arse. He had explained that Wampus cat tears caused memory loss but he hoped to be able to get the cat’s cum to restore them. He had hoped to be able to help Neville’s parents, and Harry had consequently dreamed of them getting their memories back and attending a party where they were celebrating Neville and everything he did to help in the war. Harry was just making a speech, wanting to talk about all of the courageous things Neville had done when he felt a pressure against his hole.

At first Harry thought it was his nerves coming up with a reason not to make the speech: he wanted to give Neville all of the praise but he didn’t want to do it in front of so many people. The pressure at his arse didn’t let up though, even when dream shifted around and left the room; if anything it became more persistent.

For a brief moment Harry wondered if Snape had snuck into his compartment of their tent to fuck him again but the more it persisted, the more Harry thought that couldn’t be the case. There had been no stretching, although that wasn’t unheard of from Snape, especially considering that Harry was still quite loose from their earlier activities. The cock, while slick, was actually very cold, almost as if someone were trying to push a large icicle into him.

It made Harry gasp and, in his dream he leaned against a wall as his arse was slowly filled, making walking feel like it was impossible, especially as the thing, that Harry could only assume was some sort of dick, was expanding to fill his hole. It was still cold, and a bit slimy, and for some reason Harry could feel it in him despite being fully dressed. He almost thought that it was a figment of his imagination, only he wasn’t sure that he could imagine something so real, or so obscure.

Harry didn’t think it was Snape doing this, at least his cock had never felt this way inside Harry. That meant that it was someone else, possibly another creature from the perpetual coldness of it that was causing the muscles in his arse to remain tight. Harry was glad for the natural sliminess of whatever was taking as he didn’t think there was any lube. The cock had been fairly well sized initially, but seemed to actually be getting bigger inside him, and Harry felt that wonderful burn even with the cooling of the cock.

The coldness spread along Harry’s back like a weight and he leaned into the wall, spreading his legs slightly in anticipation. He knew he should probably hate getting taken by some unknown creature, apparently in his sleep, but Harry just found it hot. He could feel the clothes on his skin in his dream, even as he was being undeniably filled. Then the thrusting began, and Harry groaned. The sliminess helped ease the way, but the stretch created friction regardless and Harry felt his body flooded with pleasure and pain. It felt good, and Harry leaned into it, wanting more.

It felt strange though, as Harry was not slipping into that wonderful headspace he usually did. Possibly because he was already in his head, but Harry could still very much feel the rasp of trousers against his thighs, the tightness around his crotch, even though he wasn’t actually imagining himself getting hard. He thought he heard some grunting in his ear, but then that seemed to merge into murmuring down the hall, as if people might be heading their way. Harry suddenly wondered what someone might think if they walked past, fully clothed but looking like he was being thoroughly fucked. The idea only caused Harry’s desire to spike further.

He tried pushing back, but he found he couldn't, almost as if he was being pinned. The thrusting of the creature was shallow, possibly because of how tight it all was, but it was only causing Harry frustration. He wanted to be pounded, goddamnit, and he whined, squeezing his internal muscles. The creature growled in Harry’s ear, but sped up his pace. The friction inside was delicious, and Harry groaned, loving the feeling of the drag as he felt himself pressed against the wall. It was like he was trapped, and all he could do was feel as his body was used: an idea that turned him on far more than it probably should.

The creature continued, and Harry had no idea how much time had passed. The dream party around him continued on, probably because Harry liked the idea of this happening in public. The lights around him seemed to dim though, and Harry wondered if he was waking up. The pressure in his trousers was increasing to the point where it was almost painful and Harry found his groin pressed against the wall. He pressed further into it, wanting to get some relief from the building pressure, and suddenly the world around him seemed to fade away.

He found himself pressed into his bed, and the first thing he noticed were a pair of hairy arms bracketing his head. The fur seemed to glow white, as if it were lit by moonlight, even though none was coming into the tent itself. The arms reminded Harry a bit of an elongated bear, and that idea had Harry’s head swimming. He was now more aware of the cold weight on his back, crushing him slightly, making it difficult to breathe. The creature behind him was grunting like crazy as it humped against Harry’s arse, grinding its cock against Harry’s prostate. Harry could feel the growing dampness beneath him.

Harry pushed back as much as he could, trying to get some sort of friction on his cock as he couldn’t move his hands to touch it, the weight on his back too heavy to shift. Harry whimpered in need as the creature continued its slow pace, almost teasing Harry, keeping him on the edge but never providing enough to push him over the edge. Then the creature shuddered its release, biting down hard on Harry’s shoulder, piercing his skin. Harry cried out, as his orgasm was ripped from him, even as the creature ripped some of his skin.

“Avada Kedavra!” Snape called, as green light lit up the tent and the creature fell on Harry hard.

“Oof!” Harry grunted as the weight suddenly fell on top of him hard. Thankfully Snape levitated it off him quickly as Harry was never going to shift it otherwise.

“Trust you to attract the most dangerous creatures,” Snape huffed, even as he cast a healing spell on Harry’s shoulder.

“It’s not like I mean to,” Harry groused.

“Which is what makes it all the more interesting,” Snape mused. “That said, it does give me some ideas. Hidebehinds have good transformation so I'm curious about it. There are a bunch of other creatures we can try to entrap that I wouldn’t have otherwise considered getting ingredients from.”

“You plan on using me as bait?” Harry exclaimed, whipping his head around to look at Snape in shock.

“It’s not like you haven’t been in more dangerous situations before and, given your proclivities, it almost seems like you get off on it.”

Harry grumbled but he couldn’t deny that Snape might have a point.

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Papua New Guinea was definitely different to what Harry was used to, and exactly what Harry thought of when he thought of a tropical island. The palm trees had stood tall and still all day, barely fluttering in the tropical breeze that had blown in off the Pacific Ocean. They had also offered some much needed shade from the sun since even the breeze was warm, and Harry had begun to struggle a bit in the heat, looking forward to the coolness of the night, although it wasn’t exactly that much cooler, and Harry was actually happy to remain almost completely naked.

He was a little less happy to be wandering around the village in the middle of the night wearing just a loin cloth but, as it wasn’t too dissimilar to what the locals wore, he supposed he shouldn’t judge. It helped that the village had been abandoned after a string of unexplained deaths which Snape was attributing to a Lethifold, so it wasn’t like there was anyone around to see him. That thought only made the village seem spookier though, which had Harry’s adrenaline pumping.

The breeze fluttered the fabric as he walked between the houses, brushing against his cock in a delightful manner. It was almost enough to distract him from what he was doing. Lethifold were meant to be similar to dementors which had Harry a little on edge as his history with them was far from stellar. The moon was high in the sky though, and half full, offering a decent amount of light over the paths. Unfortunately it also cast a fair amount of shade thanks to the hut, which had Harry on edge, jumping at every rustle of the palm fronds, wondering if this was when he would be attacked. He kept peering around corners and in doorways as he moved around the empty village. The problem for Harry was that he was so intent on looking up, he forgot to check on the ground.

The Lethifold slithered out, wrapping around Harry’s ankles and pulling him to the ground with a thud. He tried to call out for help but the rest of the Lethifold slipped over his body to wrap around his throat, cutting his cry off mid word. Harry choked, his eyes bulging at the sudden change in pressure as his airway was forced closed. The Lethifold eased off a little as it wound around Harry’s neck a little more, only to slip into Harry’s open mouth. It tasted like leather as it pushed to the back of Harry’s throat, making him gag a bit, and causing his cock to jump. He really shouldn’t get this turned on by getting choked out, but he really couldn’t help how his body reacted.

Harry moaned, as much as he could anyway, around the fabric like thing in his mouth, and tried to thrust up, wanting some sort of friction on his cock. He couldn’t though. The Lethifold was large, and loose over his body, meaning that there was nothing for him to push up against, even with his ankles still bound and his mouth thoroughly stuffed.

Harry grunted in frustration and flipped himself over, pressing his crotch into the ground in an effort to grind himself against the Lethifold. The Lethifold seemed to not like that as much though, slipping out of Harry’s mouth slightly and pulling up between his legs, rubbing up the back of his balls. It felt good, but Harry didn’t like losing the pressure in his throat and Harry grabbed hold of the material, trying to stuff it back in.

“That must be a new experience for the Lethifold,” Snape mused. “I doubt it has come across anyone else who actively tried to be choked.”

Harry growled in annoyance as he scowled over his shoulder at Snape briefly before turning back to the job at hand: trying to swallow more of the creature, even squeezing his thighs to try to stop it slithering away. The Lethifold unbound Harry’s ankles, trying to pull away that way instead. Snape got down on the floor behind Harry to take hold of the creature instead, kicking Harry’s legs apart as he did.

“You enjoyed being stuffed from both ends with the Skrewt and the Squid,” Snape said. “Shall we see if you enjoy it with a Lethifold as well.”

Harry moaned at the thought, spreading his legs further, and he felt his cock harden as the leather was pushed past his rim. It felt strange: warm like a cock, but more smooth than velvety, but soft, meaning he didn’t get much of a stretch. It was a little frustrating, even if Harry did like the feel of the leather, and the way it rippled inside him. It rippled in his throat as well, triggering Harry’s gag reflex a bit, causing Harry’s body to spasm a bit, and his cock to twitch further, brushing against the hairs on the underside of the Lethifold.

The hairs felt great, and Harry thrust against it, pushing back against Snape’s Lethifold covered fingers as he continued to choke himself. It was actually quite enjoyable and Harry found himself moaning loudly as he worked himself to completion. He didn’t know what he must look like, but Harry assumed that it must be something Snape liked, as he suddenly pulled the Lethifold out, shoving two fingers inside Harry and scissoring them quickly. There was a little lube spell cast, then Snape began to push in, only he seemed to have pulled the Lethifold over his cock.

Harry groaned loudly at the feel, the leather smooth but tacky, almost catching on the walls of Harry’s hole. Snape held onto Harry’s hips with one hand and began to pound as hard as he could.

“These hairs do tickle in a delightful way,” Snape grunted, and Harry hummed in agreement as he continued to thrust against himself. “It is only a shame that the Lethifold is blocking the heat from your deliciously tight arse.”

The Lethifold was cool to the touch, but Harry actually appreciated it, working as a nice counter to the balmy night. The coolness was all around him now though: in his throat, under his cock, and in his arse as well. It was like it was cooling his very core, even as his blood continued to heat.

The Lethifold seemed to be getting more frantic itself, tightening around Harry’s neck, even as the bit in his arse seemed to wiggle independently of Snape’s cock. Snape groaned as Harry whimpered, both of them getting some extra stimulation: Snape from the hairs and Harry from the Lethifold’s wriggling hitting his prostate. The stimulation spurred Snape on as well, and the man began snapping his hips to pound into Harry over and over. It was thrilling, as Harry’s blood began to heat, his orgasm building, his vision blurring around the edges as his body struggled to get some much needed oxygen.

The light-headedness only added to Harry’s pleasure and his body shuddered as his body crashed over him, even as his consciousness began to fade. Snape continued to thrust into Harry’s limp body for a few seconds before he too found his release, his cum coating the Lethifold instead of Harry. He pulled back and the Lethifold slunk off into the night, dripping some cum behind it as it did.

“I guess we found another way for dealing with those creatures,” Snape mused; the last thing Harry heard before darkness overwhelmed him.

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“Why are we in Burkina Faso?” Harry asked as they made their way down a bustling street that seemed equally familiar and foreign. In his experience, London was also full of people racing around doing their own thing and often being quite noisy about it. London was more smoky than dusty though, and very rarely this hot. There was a dryness to the air though, unlike England, which made the heat a bit more tolerable thankfully, especially given the brisk pace with which Snape was walking.

“We are here to visit the Runespoor preserve,” Snape replied. “I figured your specific talents would help get some venom, especially as it is only the right head that is actually venomous but that often gets bitten off.”

“Doesn’t it normally get bitten off for being too negative?” Harry mused. “Maybe that could be a bit of a warning to you.”

Snape looked over at Harry and raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to sit there and pet your head, telling you what a good boy you’ve been recently.”

“It couldn’t hurt,” Harry shrugged, looking down a little awkwardly as he thought he might actually enjoy that.

“Maybe when we get back to Hogwarts,” Snape suggested. “I have a few more stops planned before them and I’m afraid none of them lend themselves to those kinds of interactions.”

Harry looked at Snape curiously, wondering what he had planned for the rest of their travels and what he was now planning for when they returned. Snape said nothing though, simply turning and striding forward with a more determined pace meaning that Harry had to rush a bit to keep up.

Thankfully it didn’t take them too long to get to the edge of the city, although possible slightly longer than Snape would have liked as Harry kept dawdling, distracted by the various shops and stalls of what Harry could only assume were local produce, though he didn’t have time to stop and ask about them. Eventually the main bustle of the city had fallen away though, with buildings becoming less tall and less squashed together. Residences continued in one direction, but Snape turned, heading out towards the country instead. The road became a dirt track and there were a few what Harry assumed were farmhouses in the distance. 

Snape seemed to be heading to one in particular: entirely nondescript and it likely would have blended into the background if the land hadn’t been so completely flat. As soon as Harry crossed the property boundary the area seemed to shimmer, gaining walls all around it: an area that seemed much bigger than it had from the outside. It also seemed less dry than the surrounding fields, with more vegetation from what Harry could see.

“Severus!” called a man, coming out of the house arms raised in greeting. “It is so good to see you my friend. I was surprised to hear from you that you would be stopping by to visit but I am always happy to see you. I am afraid that you have come at a bad time though. The young Runespoor are not yet mature enough to produce venom and the long rainy season caused the adults to get extra cranky so most of them have bitten off their right headspace. I am down to one three-headed Runespoor and he is particularly wary of adults.”

“Hello Moussa, may I introduce you to my apprentice, Harry. Trust me when I say that he is very good at helping to calm down creatures, allowing me to harvest various before un-considered ingredients.”

“Is that so?” Moussa mused. “Well then, welcome as well, Mr Harry; any friend of Severus’ is a friend of mine. Come, let us see if we can find Baba. It is feeding time so I can’t imagine that he will be very far.”

The enclosure on the other side of the wall reminded Harry a little of the time he went to London Zoo, which made sense when he learned that Moussa was a Runespoor breeder. Apparently he made his money reconstituting the shed skin into proper snake skin for traders. He didn’t normally trade many eggs, since Runespoor were a protected species, but Severus kept him in potions to keep the adults alive after they inevitably bit off the right head, the critic, so he got special dispensation. Apparently, breeders liked keeping the right head drained of venom whenever possible, as it helped the other heads feel less threatened by it. This ‘Baba’ seemed to not like this idea and had been purposely keeping away whenever Moussa came near him.

~Arrogant human. Thinking that he can change his appearance and sneak into our land.~

~This human smells different though. Perhaps the food man has actually hired someone new to try to capture us.~

~He seems a little smaller though, not small enough to eat.~

~I am not here as an alternative meal~ Harry hissed, edging slowly to where he thought he heard the sounds coming from, lifting some branches of a bush to see a red skinned snake, hiding in the dirt. ~Hello, my name is Harry, and you must be Baba.~

~You speak out tongue?~ the left head said, raising slightly to lick the air around Harry.

~Yes, I do,~ Harry replied, ~and I have come to ask if I can take some of your venom for potions.~

~You wish to drain us dry, leave us weak!~ the right head hissed, almost spitting at Harry in its anger.

~You won’t be weak,~ Harry argued, ~ especially as you are safe in this area.~

~Safe from some predators,~ the left head reasoned, ~but there are still humans that come through. If we were to give you our venom, what would we get out of it in return?~

~I vote we eat him!~ the right head demanded, even as Harry’s mind went in an entirely different direction. He knew that snakes swallowed their food whole to digest and all he could think of was how that might feel on his cock.

~I’m curious why the young one tastes different~ the middle head mused.

~Different how?~ the right head queried, leaning closer and licking around Harry. Harry could see its forked tongue flicking out which brought back memories of his encounter with the Niffler and that really wasn’t helping matters.

~If anything, it seems like the young one wishes to mate~ the middle head clarified.

~Preposterous!~ the right head spat. ~A human can’t mate with a snake.~

~I’ve mated with stranger creatures~ Harry admitted, causing all heads to turn to look at him.

~Is that so?~ the left head queried. ~Well, I suppose that could be our payment. We have no interest in any of the females that the feeder pushes our way, but I am curious how it will feel with a human.~

~I am curious how it will work?~ the middle head added.

~I wonder if he will scream,~ the right head said, opening its mouth and revealing its fangs. Harry wasn’t particularly interested in discovering the effects of its venom but he was curious how the fangs would feel scratching his skin.

~How do humans mate?~ the middle head mused, looking Harry up and down. ~I can’t see any holes unless you mate with your mouth?~

~We do sometimes use our mouths,~ Harry admitted, ~but the other bits are currently covered up.~

He quickly got undressed, throwing his clothes to the side, and gasping a little as the heads came forward, their tongues tickling against his erect cock and balls.

~Where is your other one?~ the middle head asked, tasting around his leaking length.

~What do you mean ‘other one’?~ Harry queried, feeling confused. The Runespoor flicked around its body, twisting its lower body around to reveal a very interesting looking organ. Harry assumed that it was the snake’s penis, but it looked very different. For starters there were two of them, white at the bottom and turning dark red at the end; bulbous, with a small fish tail like thing at the end and covered in spines. Harry felt himself drooling.

~Perhaps he doesn’t have a second one?~ the left head suggested.

~So he is actually female~ the right head said.

~I’m not, but I do enjoy being filled~ Harry admitted.

~Same thing~ the right head argued. ~So, where is your cloaca~

Harry frowned in confusion. ~I have no idea what one of those is. I usually mate by creatures inserting their penis into my hole.~ He turned around and bent over to show the Runespoor his anus, only to moan when their tongues began to taste the sensitive flesh there.

~It is very dry~ the right head complained.

~I have a spell to help that,~ Harry explained, quickly casting a lubrication spell and using his fingers to push the substance in deeper.

~So it stretches,~ the left head observed.

~I wonder how it feels?~ the middle head queried, just before Harry felt the tail pushing in besides his fingers. Harry moaned at the familiar burn: the tip of the Runespoor’s tail was fine, but it widened quickly, especially with Harry’s fingers there as well, forcing Harry open. The tail was flicking inside him in a delightful way as well, making Harry’s knees go a little weak. 

~I wonder what his face looks like,~ the middle head mused.

~Good point,~ the right head agreed.  ~Turn around human, we want to see what you actually think of this.~

Harry complied, dropping to his knees and turning around. The Runespoor’s tail was still inside him along with his fingers and Harry bit his lip and moaned, feeling the tail twisting inside him, and he quickly added extra fingers, trying to stretch himself as quickly as possible.

“It seems like you need a hand,” came the voice of Snape, somewhere over Harry’s shoulder, shortly before Harry felt his fingers sliding alongside his own.

~Who is this strange human?~ the left head asked.

~He is my master,~ Harry explained, not sure how he felt about how parseltongue translated his position with Snape, although he assumed that it was technically true.

~So he has given you to us to play with in payment for our venom,~ the right head reasoned, with a hiss that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle. ~Well, he can have the venom, but only after we have enjoyed this hole of yours.~

~It is nice and warm,~ the middle head mused. ~I could quite comfortably curl up inside there.~

Harry groaned at the thought of having an entire snake curled up inside him: the thought of being that full was overwhelming, even if he knew that it wasn’t really possible. It probably didn’t help that he was already feeling so full, and had three things moving inside him independently.

Eventually Snape pulled his fingers out, indicating for Harry to do the same before pulling out the tail as well, and positioning Harry over the strange looking penis. Harry could feel the spines brushing against his arse.

Getting the penises inside him wasn’t easy: they both splayed in different directions and Snape had to force them together. It was also a tight fit, despite all of the stretching, and Harry groaned as the spines rasped against his opening. The penises had to be pushed in one at a time, and even the Runespoor hissed as the spiny head squeezed into the too tight space.

“You are going to have to be the one who moved this time,” Snape informed him and Harry groaned in annoyance, even as he knew it was true. It was fair compensation for having something so deliciously stimulating inside him though, and Harry found himself initially setting a slow pace to enjoy the drag.

~Faster!~ the right head hissed, almost spitting as it bore its fangs and Harry whimpered a bit as he complied. There hadn’t been many creatures that he could actually communicate with, and Harry wasn’t entirely sure if this time was a benefit or a distraction, especially as the heads didn’t seem to be able to agree.

~He needs to pace himself. We want this to last as long as possible~ 

~I actually quite like the slow pace~

~You’re all idiots, we need to maximise the pleasure~

~Slow is pleasurable as well~

~Faster is more pleasurable but that is no good if he tires out too quickly and the we get no movement at all~

It left Harry muddled and his movements could ultimately only be described as erratic as he tried to listen to them all to the best of his ability. Even still, he soon found his thighs tiring, unused to having to move that way, and he switched to rolling his hips instead.

“Apparently you need more practice in this position,” Snape chuckled, but all Harry could do was grunt as he concentrated on trying to keep a good, steady rhythm, spurred on by the hisses and wriggling of the Runespoor, who seemed to have finally decided that they were happy enough. The hisses didn’t even resemble words anymore, more like white noise that helped Harry slip into that wonderful headspace where nothing existed except bliss. The wriggling helped as well, meaning that Harry was constantly stimulated; not only his prostate but his entire passage as well. 

Harry was leaking profusely at this point and just needed something to help push him over the edge. Then the Runespoor flicked its tail, just catching at the rim of his hole, pulling slightly and making Harry gasp. His body jumped as well, his internal muscles of his anus squeezing, and Harry felt his eyes roll back slightly.

~Yes!~ hissed three voices at once as they flicked at Harry’s hole again and again. One head then went down to flick its tongue at the tip of Harry’s cock while another flicked at his nipple and the third at his mouth. The forked tongue brushed along his lips, almost like a kiss, and Harry found himself sticking his own out to reciprocate. Then the head bit down and that was enough to push Harry over the edge, shooting his load onto one of the heads below.

The Runespoor shuddered as well before slowly flopping to the ground.

~Tell the ugly one he can collect now~ the right head quietly hissed, and Harry let out a grunt as he fell forward himself, his hole feeling uncomfortably dry and tender in the African heat.

“Apparently we will have to come during mating season if we want to collect Runespoor cum as well,” Snape commented, as he came forward with a collecting cup. Harry wasn’t sure if the man had somehow understood the Runespoor was just guessing. To be frank, he was too busy thinking about mating season to really care.

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Manticore:

The balmy breeze of Crete was a welcome relief from the baking African sun, even inland as they were. The ruins of Gortyn were quite spectacular and it amazed Harry that they were over 2000 years old. It was quite staggering really, and it almost distracted him from why they were there.

“Why are we here?” Harry asked, picking his way carefully through the ruins.

“To find a Manticore,” Snape replied.

“Wait, aren’t they similar to sphinx?” Harry questioned.

“They are similar, yes,” Snape agreed, “although they have a scorpion tail and only a human face, not a whole head.”

“A scorpion tail?” Harry exclaimed, not sure if the idea freaked him out or turned him on more.

“Don’t worry, as with the Skrewts, I will ensure that you don’t get hurt.”

“Thank you, but I’m still curious why you want manticore cum when you’ve already had sphinx?”

“Honestly, partly because I want to test how different they actually are,” Snape admitted. “That said, I also want to make sure you enjoy this trip and I remember how much you enjoyed the sphinx.”

Harry blushed. “Thank you.” He didn’t want to admit that he had already enjoyed the creatures they had met on this trip though as he was also looking forward to meeting a Manticore and didn’t want to risk Snape changing his mind. The sphinx had been particularly fun after all, especially with all of its talk about breeding, and Harry was curious how the manticore would hold up.

They headed out of the far side of the ruins to a system of caves, where tourists that summer had apparently heard the voices of the dead. The Greek magical authorities had confirmed the presence of a Manticore and Snape had managed to get permission to get some ingredients from it. He had what was essentially a shield with sponge on and Harry wasn’t entirely what it was for but he didn’t have a chance to ask as they neared the cave and Snape told him to strip and prepare himself.

“Manticore’s can be even more aggressive than sphinxes so you don’t want to get caught out.”

As it had the body of a lion, Harry could only imagine that its penis was covered in spines, as the sphinxes had been, and he definitely wanted at least a little stretching, especially as he doubted an aggressive creature like manticore would wait for Harry once he entered.

Walking into the cave naked was definitely unnerving, but Harry had come to recognise that feeling on edge only helped to heighten his arousal. He was already getting hard at the thought of what was about to happen to him and was caught off guard when a growl reverberated off the stone walls.

“Human? Begone!”

“I’m not here to hurt you,” Harry reasoned, holding his hands up in defence as he cautiously eyed the scorpion tail that was glinting in the small amount of light coming from the entrance. It was looming over the manticore, pointing at Harry in an ominous manner, and Harry paused his progress.

“He is here to mate with you,” Snape explained, walking in behind Harry but making sure he stayed back.

“Human wants to mate?”

“Yes,” Harry confirmed, keeping his hands up as the manticore moved forward and began sniffing at Harry’s crotch. The human face in the lion’s mane was very strange, as was the human tongue that came out to lick along his length, making Harry moan.

“How does human mate?” the manticore asked, and Harry turned around, bending in the middle, spreading his arse cheeks apart. The manticore licked again, making Harry gasp, just before the manticore bounced on Harry’s back. Harry fell to the floor with a thud, grateful that Snape had managed to cast a surreptitious cushioning charm so that he didn’t hurt his hands and knees on the cave floor.

The manticore’s cock almost instantly pressed against his hole and Harry groaned as the spines rasped against his guardian ring, sending a shock of pleasure through down his spine. It caused the muscles to twitch closed a bit, against the intrusion, which only increased the friction of the spines. They felt long, possibly due to the sensitivity of the area, and Harry tried to relax his muscles to ease the way. He still cried out as the manticore pushed in, as it felt as if every nerve ending in his anus was on fire. That only turned Harry on more though, and he pushed back against the manticore.

The manticore growled, and quickly set up a gruelling pace, pounding into Harry’s arse so hard that Harry found himself being pushed forward. He tensed up, trying to maintain that position, his hands still scraping against the stone despite his best efforts. The tensing spread to his anus as well, tightening the muscles, emphasising the drag of the spines all along his insides. Harry whined with a mix of pain and pleasure, a sound that only seemed to spur the manticore on more. The soft fur of the manticore’s underbelly rubbed against the skin of Harry’s back, tickling along his spine, adding another layer of sensation to Harry’s enjoyment.

His prostate was getting absolutely battered as well, and Harry’s body was flooded with pleasure as his brain began to get to that wonderful hazy stage, and Harry was only prevented from floating away completely thanks to the pain that ran hand in hand with the pleasure. It was why he was aware when Snape shuffled forward and Harry gasped as the scorpion tail thrust forward, striking the shield with enough force to make it clang.

“My mate!” the manticore growled, striking the shield again.

“For now,” Snape retorted, shuffling to the side a bit. “He can’t stay here forever.”

The manticore growled again, striking the shield once more, and Harry became worried for his Potions Professor. There was little he could do though, trapped as he was beneath the manticore; something that only turned him on more. Still, he looked up at Snape, only for Snape to smile at him, and Harry felt relieved that Snape obviously had everything in hand. The thrusting scorpion tail started to squelch against the shield as opposed to clang, and Harry half wondered if he had purposely put the sponge there, but he was soon distracted as the manticore growled again.

“My mate!” the manticore insisted, stabbing at Snape’s shield again to emphasise his point.

“There was a sphinx that said something similar,” Snape taunted, shifting around in the cave a bit more. “He even spoke about breeding Harry.”

“Mine!” the manticore roared, redoubling his pace and slamming into Harry’s prostate so hard he was seeing stars. The force of the thrusts knocked Harry down onto his forearms, and Harry could feel them getting grazed against the ground. He couldn’t stop it though, not that he really wanted to, and his orgasm soon tore through him. His entire body tensed as a result and the manticore only lasted a few more thrusts before its own orgasm was ripped from him, flooding Harry’s hole with cum. The manticore lifted its head and roared as it did.

“Harry! Duck!” Snape yelled, having somehow moved behind the manticore. Harry ducked, and cried out in surprise, and then pain as a lump of ancient stone came flying into the cave, slamming into the face of the manticore, knocking it backwards and ripping it from Harry with a lot of force and smashing it into the back of the cave. Harry collapsed to the floor in both exhaustion and shock.

Snape made sure that the manticore was dead before coming over to Harry to heal his wounded arms and arse.

“I’m sorry for the shock but I had a feeling that the manticore wouldn’t give you up without a fight.”

“‘s fine,” Harry slurred, revelling in Snape’s tender touch, especially when he began to carefully scoop the cum out of his arse.

“You did well though, and I plan on taking you to spend the day recuperating on the beach as you will need all your strength for tomorrow.”

Harry hummed in agreement as his brain floated on the edge of bliss. He was a little curious about what would be happening tomorrow, but at least he wouldn’t have long to wait to find out.

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Travelling further north definitely caused a noticeable drop in temperature and Harry missed the heat of the Mediterranean sun.

“How hard do you think that it would be to move to somewhere like Greece?” Harry mused. The mountains surrounding him were beautiful, but the chill wind blew strong, causing Harry to pull his coat tighter around him, and Harry thought he would be just as happy admiring the ancient ruins as he was watching the majestic slopes.

“Well, the Greek Ministry was quite happy with us having dealt with the manticore so I’m sure that they would be more than happy for you to set up there in the future,” Snape said. “There are other warm places you can move though, and we are heading somewhere warm now if that helps.”

Harry was intrigued by what Snape could mean, especially as there didn’t even seem to even be any buildings around. Then he spotted some caves and, being reminded of the previous day’s events, Harry wasn’t the least bit surprised when they seemed to be making their way to it.

“Hello, Professor, oh, and Harry, what are you doing here?” Charlie Weasley asked, looking surprised as Harry crossed over the threshold.

“Harry is here as my apprentice. Did you manage to find a dragon like I asked?”

“Well yes, but I don’t know what you want with an impaired dragon.”

“Wait, dragon?” Harry exclaimed, whipping his head around to look at Snape in shock, even as his coat was half off. He had wondered how the cave was so warm but now it was making sense.

“Of course,” Snape scoffed. “Dragon heartstrings make wands, their blood has multiple uses and their dung creates fertiliser that causes plants to instantly grow. It stands to reason that their cum is equally as potent but I have never had a chance to even think about harvesting it until now.”

Harry gaped at him. “You want me to have sex with a dragon?” That said, he hated that his libido spiked at the idea of it, especially as Charlie was looking at him in complete shock.

“You have sex with dragons?” Charlie asked, his eyebrows nearing his hairline.

“Not dragons, no,” Harry huffed, “but there have been a few different creatures.”

“Yes. Since leaving Hogwarts five days ago there has been a Wampus cat, a Hidebehind, a Lethifold, a Runespoor and a Manticore. I sincerely doubt that an injured dragon is more than Harry can handle.”

“Maybe in size,” Charlie chuckled, but Snape just smirked.

Harry couldn’t help staring at Charlie in shock. “You aren’t appalled by my behaviour.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily go around telling everyone, but it doesn’t bother me,” Charlie assured him, smiling at Harry warmly. “Dragon taming is not exactly an easy occupation and has a tendency for attracting all sorts of people. That said, I am curious how you expect a dragon’s cock to fit in Harry.”

“He has taken a troll before.”

“That was only because I was trying to escape it and the thing wouldn’t drop its club,” Harry huffed.

Snape rolled his eyes. “Yes, because the obvious choice when facing a troll is to ride its cock until you pass out from pleasure. That will definitely ensure your safety.”

Harry scowled. “That wasn’t my plan. I only meant to suck it off, in an effort to distract him and get him to drop his club. That didn’t seem to work though so I began to wonder what it would be like, you know.”

“Not really,” Charlie chuckled, “but I am curious how this is going to work. It’s going to take a fair amount of time to stretch Harry, plus dragons have a fair amount of stamina, even when they are older like this one.”

“Well, my thought was for Harry to suck the dragon off while you and I fucked him open,” Snape suggested.

“Wait, really?” Charlie exclaimed, looking between Snape and Harry. “I didn’t realise that was an option?”

“Neither did I,” Harry admitted.

“You enjoyed it when Firenze joined us that one time,” Snape pointed out, making Harry blush.

“Well yes, but he wanted to. You don’t know that Charlie does.”

“I don’t mind,” Charlie admitted, “so long as it is alright with you.”

Harry looked Charlie over, taking note of his rugged looks and strong muscles, likely developed from his time dealing with dragons. He certainly looked like he would be very good at topping and Harry found his pulse racing a bit.

“I don’t have a problem with this idea so, shall we get started?”

Charlie didn’t answer, merely stripping off his shirt and grinning at Harry.

“Show off,” Snape scoffed, undoing the buttons on his own robes with a wave of his hand and Harry couldn’t help thinking how lucky he was. Getting naked as quickly as he could as well, Harry followed behind Charlie to the dragon, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was checking out the redhead’s arse as they went. Snape’s hand was stroking down Harry’s back as they made their way through the cave, almost as if he wanted to make sure that Harry didn’t forget about him. It was ridiculous really, as if Harry could forget about the man that had introduced him to this wonderful world in the first place.

The dragon in question, a simple Welsh Green, was housed deep in the heart of the cave. It definitely didn’t seem as lively as the one Harry had seen in action at the Triwizard Tournament and, for a while, Harry worried that he had died at some point, only for the creature to let out a loud snore.

“Wake up, Emrick, I have a treat for you,” Charlie said, sending a shock towards the dragon. Harry was a little worried at first, until he remembered that dragon hides were resistant to spells. The dragon stirred and turned onto its back, its legs splaying to reveal a large, vein covered cock. Harry felt his mouth water at the sight of it, and he couldn’t help wondering how those ridges would feel rubbing against his insides. Snape seemed to understand what was on Harry’s mind and lifted Harry up so that he could better get his hands on the gorgeous cock.

It wasn’t hard when Harry got close, but it was already big, nearly the width of his forearm, and Harry almost hoped that it wouldn’t get much bigger as he was sure it would stuff him as it was. The veins on the large green monster cock were extremely pronounced, almost as big as Harry’s fingers as he traced them, and he couldn’t help tracing the path with his tongue as well.

“You weren’t lying when you said Harry was interested in this,” Charlie said, a mixture of awe and something warmer in his voice.

“Indeed,” Snape agreed, as Harry felt lube being rubbed over his hole, making him moan as licked up the cock, latching his lips onto the frenulum. It smelled like leather, reminding Harry of his time with the Lethifold, only Harry hoped that the dragon was a little more willing. It certainly seemed to be, shifting around to try to encourage Harry closer to the head of its cock. It just so happened to do this as Snape inserted two fingers straight into Harry’s hole, making him gasp. The dragon’s cock slipped straight past Harry’s lips, filling his mouth almost instantly and making Harry have to quickly swallow around it to try to breathe. The dragon grunted, a puff of smoke coming out of its nostrils as Harry sucked harder and he began to work the dragon’s length with his hands as well.

Harry wasn’t the only one using his hands, as Charlie’s fingers joined Snape's, quickly opening him up to the rapidly warming air of the cave. Harry moaned around the large cock in his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down as much as he could, needing both hands to work the rest of the length. It didn’t help when a platform seemed to rise up under his knees. The thought of what would be happening shortly was exciting him a lot, on top of what was happening in that instant, and he felt his orgasm building already. It was annoying, as he wanted to fully enjoy this experience, but he still whimpered when he felt bindings wrap around the base of his cock.

“Not yet, Harry,” Snape chided, even as Harry felt three of the man’s fingers inside him, stretching him and brushing teasingly against his prostate. The cock ring was a relief though, and Harry happily relaxed as he enjoyed the sensations that were happening to his body.

The next thing he became aware of was Charlie sliding under his body and stroking along his jaw.

“Are you sure you want this?” Charlie asked, looking in Harry’s eyes.

Harry’s mouth was too full of cock to answer, but he met Charlie’s eyes and gave him a thumbs up, hoping that he understood.

Charlie smiled. “Good. You do look really good sucking on that dragon cock, by the way.”

He stroked along Harry’s throat, drawing another moan out of Harry which only got louder as the first cock breached his hole. It slid in easily, but Harry didn’t have time to lament that as he felt the second squeezing in alongside it. The burn was intense, making Harry groan, and he felt sure he would have come there and then if not for the cock ring. It was more intense than with the Runespoor, and Harry had to briefly wonder if Snape had purposely not stretched Harry as much as he could so that Harry could feel more of that delicious burn. Conscious thought didn’t last long though, as the feeling of being filled, along with the lack of oxygen helped him slip into that wonderful floaty head-space where nothing but pleasure existed.

Harry could feel the two cocks inside him moving, sliding past each other, rubbing his prostate again and again. Each thrust seemed to push Harry further onto the dragon’s cock, pushing it deep into Harry’s throat, making him gag. Harry felt a hand stroke along his throat where the dragon cock was making it bulge. Then someone spanked his arse, making Harry groan, even as he continued to be pounded by the two men.

He felt hands grip his hips as the cocks began to thrust harder, with one hand threading into his hair, pulling his head back, allowing the dragon’s cock to get even deeper into his throat. His airway was almost completely blocked and Harry could feel his vision blurring around the edges just before he felt the two mens’ movement stutter and his arse was flooded with cum.

Harry whined as he felt his gaping hole empty, causing cum to drip down his legs a bit. The whining only increased as Harry found himself pulled off the dragon’s cock as well. Thankfully he was turned around and quickly pushed back onto the dragon’s cock, groaning as his hole was stretched further, pushing the cum deep inside of him as it felt as if his insides were being rearranged.

“Is that the cock I can see poking into his stomach?” Charlie said, a touch of awe in his voice.

“It is indeed. How does it feel to be so full?”

Harry grunted, trying to shake his brain awake, even as the pleasure continued to course through his veins.

“If you want more you need to move,” Snape said, wrapping his arm around Harry’s chest as a way of encouraging Harry to move.

Harry did, his legs slowly learning that moving allowed for the pleasure to increase. He could feel the veins of the dragon’s cock rubbing his sensitive insides, not in the same way the spines of certain cocks did, in a more gentle way, but still helped to rub against his prostate in a wonderful way. It encouraged Harry to move, helped by the fact that Snape and Charlie were supporting him, helping to take his weight as he moved. It felt wonderful, and Harry moaned, wanting more of this wonderful feeling as he groaned down. The dragon groaned as well before it roared, sending up a plume of smoke into the cave.

Harry felt himself lifting off the cock slightly with the force of the cum, and he felt his belly begin to swell. Harry came himself, despite the bindings around his cock, milking even more cum from the dragon until he almost felt sick with it. Gentle hands then lifted him up as something was placed at his anus and Harry whimpered as he felt the cum begin to leak out of him.

“Shush Harry, you did well,” Snape’s voice said as Harry felt his hair being brushed.

“Yeah,” Charlie breathed. “That was amazing, Harry, and I am sure Emrick here would be more than happy for you to come here again sometime. It’s like some of the fire has come back to his eyes.

Emrick snapped his jaws as if to agree, but Harry was too content lying in Snape’s lap, being petted, to really care.

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Harry looked around the gorgeous Georgian house in amazement.

“Why are we here?” Harry asked, feeling a little overwhelmed at the grandeur of the place.

“This place is called Castlehyde, in County Cork, Ireland, and we are here because I thought you would need an actual break while we are on our travels. You have been very busy this month and, while you had the boost from Fawkes a few weeks ago, I assumed that that would have worn off.”

“I was feeling a little drained,” Harry admitted, flashing Snape a grateful smile. “Is this your home?”

“Hardly!” Snape scoffed. “At the very least I would have no need for such a ridiculously big property, especially when I am at Hogwarts for most of the year. No, this is owned by the Irish dancer, Michael Flatley, I am merely using some of the money that I made from selling ingredients to rent it for the day.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“You helped harvest those ingredients and, as you rightly pointed out before, are entitled to some of the proceeds. I also see this as an investment of sorts, ensuring your future health and letting you know how well we work together.”

Harry looked at Snape and frowned. “I know how well we work together. Is this about my comment yesterday about wanting to move somewhere warm?”

Snape looked away but Harry could still detect a faint blush on his cheeks. “You are only my apprentice and I am aware that that is a temporary position, especially as it is mostly a cover for you to discover your preferences now that you are free of the burdens of that godforsaken prophecy. You have begun to see what the world has to offer though and, as there is nothing keeping you at Hogwarts, it makes sense that you move on shortly.”

“I have no intention of leaving Hogwarts just yet,” Harry insisted, “and even when I do, I was hoping that you would come with me, if only to make sure I don’t get myself into trouble. I don’t know what would have happened with the Hidebehind or the manticore if you hadn’t been there.”

“Or the troll,” Snape added. “You do have a tendency to get yourself in these dangerous situations.”

Harry chuckled. “Haven’t I always.”

Snape smiled. “True, and I did swear to keep you safe so I assume that my duty isn’t over yet.”

Harry returned Snape’s smile. A part of him wished that Snape would stay for more than to simply keep him alive. It was better than nothing, though, and Harry hoped that he might be able to work on things with time. For now though, he was more than happy to enjoy the opulent house that had apparently been fully stocked, as if they were due to be there a week or more, not a day.

The house was even bigger than Grimmauld Place, possibly closer to Malfoy Manor, but decorated in a much more welcoming manner. Harry was quite happy exploring the gardens in the day while Snape looked over some of his notes on the different ingredients they had collected. Harry didn’t last long outside, especially when the rain clouds began to gather, and he ended up coming inside and making lunch for the pair of them. It felt very domestic, and Harry found himself liking the idea of cooking for Snape, even more so when the man seemed to enjoy his cooking as well.

After lunch, Harry managed to persuade Snape to play a couple of games of pool in the games room. Harry had never played before and it almost irked him a bit that Snape was apparently quite practiced, beating Harry in each of the three games they played. Snape seemed to take pity on him and agreed to curl up in the lounge in front of the fire afterwards, reading to Harry on the sofa. The sofa was surprisingly comfortable, especially with the roaring fire in the fireplace and Harry felt himself lulled to sleep by Snape’s voice, having never before realised how soothing it actually was.

He was awoken to Snape telling him dinner was ready, when it was already dark outside. Snape had made a chicken casserole, a hearty dish that warmed Harry to his very core. He was feeling quite energised afterwards though so, while Snape went back to the library, Harry opted to go to the pool for a swim. It was strange getting to swim at night, the ink black sky visible through the large french doors, although the lights of the room made it difficult to really see, causing the interior to merely be reflected. It left him feeling safe, which was probably part of the reason why he decided to swim naked. Harry could imagine the stars though, and the moon getting full, as he let his body float on the warm water, imagining he was back in Crete, possibly on some private beach.

Suddenly there was a knock at one of the doors, startling Harry out of his reverie and causing him to splash. They were on a private estate after all, with the main road being at least half a mile away, so who could possibly be knocking at the door. For a moment, Harry thought that it might have been a figment of his imagination, but then the knock sounded again, echoing around the silent room.

Harry tried to look outside, but the darkness combined with the brightness inside made it impossible. A part of him told him to ignore it, or to go find Snape, but the knock sounded again, more insistent this time, and Harry found himself walking quickly towards the door. What if someone had had an accident or something? Harry made sure to grab his wand from his trousers on the way round, but made sure to keep it hidden behind the door just in case.

He opened the door and was initially startled to see a headless man standing there. The man was tall, and wearing all black and holding his head under his arm. Harry assumed it was a head, although the skin was far from smooth, almost like cottage cheese, with a pale, pallid colour to match. The head’s dark eyes were also darting around like crazy.

“Snape?” Harry questioned, although a part of him knew that this wasn’t Snape, even before those soulless eyes locked on him and its thin lips spread into a wide grin, revealing rows of sharp, pointed teeth.

“What are you?”

The creature let out a terrifying cackle before it darted forward, knocking Harry to the ground, sending his wand clattering across the floor. The back of his head cracked against the hard, tiled floor of the pool room. He saw stars, but not in a good way, and for a moment his vision swam. When Harry focused again, the headless body was lying over him, pinning him to the floor as the head sat next to his own, smiling maniacally.

*****

“Get off me!” Harry yelled, unsure whether to concentrate on the body looming over him or the head to the side. He tried to push the head away, only for the sharp teeth to snap at his fingers and the body to then pin both of Harry’s wrists above his head. The body was surprisingly strong, holding Harry captive with just one hand, and the near white fingers were as cold as ice, burning Harry’s skin where they touched. He felt helpless, and fear began to course through his body, only to have a somewhat adverse effect.

All of his time having sex with dangerous monsters had taught his body to associate fear with sex, and Harry hated that he could feel himself getting hard, especially with the dull pain sensation coming from his wrists.

The head laughed manically again before flicking out a long pointed tongue to lick a stripe over Harry’s neck. It tickled at first, making Harry gasp, only to hiss as that began to burn, almost as if it held a weak acid. It was distracting, and Harry wriggled, trying to get some relief. Unfortunately, that only pulled his wrists against the hand holding them more, increasing the burn there.

Then he felt something cold touch his cock and Harry bucked up, trying to dislodge it.

“Stop, please!” Harry begged, but the body paid no heed, moving lower to fondle his balls. The cold sent shockwaves through his body and Harry felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He didn’t want to enjoy this, getting accosted like this, with this hideous creature, but his body seemed to be reacting anyway.

The head licked his neck again, distracting Harry just enough to allow the body to force Harry’s legs apart, trailing his hand lower to brush over his hole. The cold of it caused his whole body to spasm, his hole tightening almost in protest, although that didn’t stop the creature pushing forward. Harry called out a wandless lubrication spell, hoping that it landed where he wanted it to. It did, but the viscous fluid only seemed to amplify the cold, chilling Harry to his very core.

Harry gasped at the feeling and tried to relax his body against the intrusion. The cold made that difficult though, making his muscles naturally tense, creating a stretch burn along with the cold. The tongue licked along Harry’s neck again, burning hot this time, acting as a crazy counterpoint to the cold growing in his belly. It was making his head spin, and not in a good way, especially when the licking continued and Harry felt like it was starting to burn through his skin.

“Severus,” he rasped, looking towards the internal door. He was dying, he knew it, could feel the life being sucked out of him along with the cold. Harry thought that the body now had two fingers in him, it might be more though; Harry’s body was too numb to really tell. Still, Harry couldn’t help wishing that Severus would come and save him, not because he feared dying but because he wanted to spend more time with the man. It felt like he had wasted so much time hating Severus in the past and he wondered where they might have been if he had extended a hand to Severus sooner. Would he have gone back for his eighth year, or would he and Severus spent their days exploring the world instead. That sounded nice, although Harry didn’t think he would really mind what they did, so long as Severus was there.

Harry felt the body above him shift, and a part of him knew that if he let this creature enter him, that would be it for him. He tried to struggle but he felt so weak, as if the cold was draining all of the energy out of him. His throat was too sore to call out as well, and Harry felt tears pricking at his eyes as he wished he had a chance to tell Severus how grateful he was for everything that he had shown Harry, as well as everything that he had done over the years.

*****

Harry felt his vision starting to fade as white noise filled his ears, and Harry accepted that this was it for him. Harry’s vision went white and he wondered if he was heading to the other side again. He felt warmth covering him instead of the cold; warmth that felt so familiar.

“Severus,” Harry whispered, feeling a smile come to his face as he got to feel Severus’ magic one last time. Only the feeling didn’t fade. The cold above him and inside him faded, replaced by the warmth of Severus’ magic, but Harry could still feel the cold, hard tiles at his back. Blinking, Harry looked up, and he finally noticed that the silvery-white light was actually Severus’ patronus.

“Harry? Are you alright? What happened? Scratch that, don’t answer, your throat is too sore to talk.”

Harry found himself wrapped up in towels and pulled into Severus’ arms. The man was shaking and his eyes looked wild as he cast warming charms around Harry and summoned healing salves, applying it to the wounds to Harry’s neck.

“Why must you insist on scaring me like that!” Snape huffed, a dark scowl on his face. His hands were gentle as they applied the salve though, and Harry couldn’t help smiling. “Do you enjoy scaring me like that?”

Harry shook his head. “I like this,” he rasped.

“You like being held by me?”

Harry nodded.

“And I thought I told you not to talk?” His words were still harsh, but Severus held him tighter and Harry sighed, snuggling into the man’s embrace. A hand stroked over Harry’s hair and he practically purred.

“By any chance, do you like getting spoiled like this?”

“Mm-hmm,” Harry hummed, butting his head into Severus’ hand to try to get the man to continue.

“It’s like having a pet,” Snape said, although Harry was sure he could detect a hint of laughter in the man’s voice. “I wonder, if I put a collar on you and keep you, would that help keep you out of trouble?”

Harry didn’t know about the collar part, but he definitely liked the idea of Snape keeping him, and he hummed in agreement as he snuggled into Severus again.

“Come, let us go back to Hogwarts. I don’t trust this house anymore and I have better healing potions there.”

Harry definitely wasn’t going to object to that; he wasn’t a fan of this house anymore either. His only hope when they got back to Hogwarts was that he didn’t have to go back to his dorms: he wasn’t sure if he felt safe yet if Severus wasn’t at his side.

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Harry woke up feeling warm and safe and, for a moment, he thought he was dreaming still. Then he felt a hot, throbbing cock pressed between his arse cheeks and memories from the night before came flooding back.

After Harry’s encounter with the nightmarish creature that Severus informed him was called a Dullehan, an omen of death that never boded well for people who faced it. It was why Severus had been so scared and why he had pushed for them to return to Hogwarts, as a way of helping to keep Harry safer.

Once Harry’s throat was healed they talked. Severus had brought up the idea of Harry being his pet again and Harry had admitted that he was actually interested in the idea.

“A collar will help to cover your neck while the salves work on the wound and not talking will definitely help you recover as well. Maybe we should add some ears for good measure.”

Harry didn’t have any issue with that, especially when Severus insisted that, as his puppy, Harry would have to stay with Severus. Harry had doubted that he would have enjoyed staying in the dorms, still feeling a little shaken from his attack. Severus had initially conjured a large pillow for Harry to sleep in in front of the fire. Harry hadn’t liked the idea of being so far away from Severus and had climbed into his bed.

“So it seems like my puppy wants cuddles,” Snape murmured. “Well, I suppose for tonight.”

They had cuddled up naked, Harry because pets didn’t wear clothes and Severus because apparently it would help ensure Harry didn’t get too cold at night. He still felt a bit of chill from the Dullehan so Harry wasn’t about to complain, especially when Severus had pulled him in tight. He had never shared a bed with anyone before, but Harry found himself enjoying the feeling a lot and he wondered how hard it would be to persuade Severus to let him do this every night. That feeling only intensified when he woke up, and Harry wiggled back, wanting to get even closer to Severus.

“Are you wanting your master’s bone, naughty puppy?” Severus asked with a chuckle, running his hand through Harry’s hair. His fingers caught on the transfigured dog ears that Harry was still sporting, making Harry moan as he tilted his head. Still half asleep, Harry moved without thinking, his lips meeting Severus’ as if of their own free will, melding together like they were made for each other. Harry moaned in delight, almost feeling as if something inside him slotted into place as Severus returned the kiss, allowing their tongues to slide past each other before pulling back.

“So that’s what puppy kisses are like?” Severus murmured. “Apparently I was judging some of those owners too harshly. As lovely as that was though, I do believe I owe you a bone.” He brushed his hand down Hardy’s side as he said this, trailing his long fingers over Harry’s hip before tracing the underside of Harry's buttocks and sliding along his crack. Snape brushed his finger over Harry’s hole in a well practiced manner, only for Harry to wince.

“Are you still tender there?”

Harry whined, knowing that he wasn’t supposed to talk unless he used a prearranged gesture.

“I suppose you will just have to use your mouth to have your bone this morning,” Severus said, nudging Harry out of the bed to the floor. Harry was more than happy to go, dropping to his knees between Severus’ own spread thighs and moaning as he took the Potion Master’s cock into his mouth. It felt like it had been a while since he had been in this position: he had given head recently, but not to something that filled his mouth so nicely. Being literally choked out by a cock was fun, but it gave a different sort of enjoyment to giving head, where Harry was more of a passive participant, merely trying to breathe. With Severus’ cock, Harry could fully enjoy it, sucking the man’s balls and teasing his length as well as mouthing the head.

Severus let Harry play for a little bit before running his hand through Harry’s hair, making a point of fondling the dog ears, making Harry moan.

“Naughty puppy. Weren’t you ever taught it was rude to play with your food?”

With that, Severus took control, threading his fingers into Harry’s hair and forcing Harry's head down onto his cock. Harry moaned at the gesture, swallowing rapidly as he felt Severus’ cock hit the back of his throat again and again. It was as glorious as always, and Harry was happy to let his body relax as Severus used his mouth to find his pleasure. Harry was pretty sure he was drooling at one point he didn’t care. He remembered Nipper drooling all over Aunt Petunia’s carpet at times so he figured it was quite normal for dogs to do.

As was humping things, which was why he didn’t think twice about shifting his lower body around and rubbing his groin against Severus’ legs.

“Are you enjoying your bone that much, puppy? Well, who am I to deny you?”

Severus lifted his leg up, pressing it harder against Harry’s crotch, making Harry moan as he sucked Severus’ cock as deep as he could. He was a little surprised at how fast Severus came, but the splash of cum down his throat was as good as he remembered, and it didn’t take long for Harry to follow Severus to completion as well.

Severus cleaned them up in the shower afterwards to clean up, then pushed a small, soft dildo like thing into Harry’s arse afterwards.

“It contains healing salve,” Severus explained. “Hopefully administering it this way will help get it deeper inside you. As a bonus, I can even add a tail to it to complete the puppy transformation.

Harry was more than happy playing as Severus’ pet; having the man feed him and pet him all morning. He didn’t even mind walking around naked on his hands and knees, especially as Severus gave him knee pads with cushioning charms, and he kept the fire burning strong. Unfortunately, being back at school meant that Severus had teaching and Head of House duties to attend to as well, meaning that Harry also had to sometimes occupy himself.

The first time wasn’t too bad, when Severus was marking some assignments that had been put off the last week while they were travelling. The healing salve was working, but leaving Harry a little drained, and he had a lovely nap on his special pillow to pass the time. The second time though, when Severus was trying to plan, Harry was too full of energy and kept pestering the man to play. Severus eventually relented, giving Harry another bone, this time in his arse, which had Harry satisfied enough to keep him quiet while Severus worked. When night came though, and Severus prepared to go out on a patrol, Harry began to whine.

“I had a feeling this would be the case,” he sighed. “Thankfully I prepared in advance. Hagrid has acquired a cluster of Crups, ready for a lesson for the third years, and I asked if he could let me borrow them so that you could learn how a proper pet is supposed to act.”

Harry felt his face fall. Had he not been acting like a proper pet? He thought he was doing well?

“ You have been doing well for the first day,” Severus assured him, having somehow worked out what Harry was thinking. “I think it would help you to spend some time with well trained pets, as opposed to wild animals, to help you see the difference.”

Harry could appreciate that, especially as the pets he knew included Nipper and Mrs Figgs cats, neither of which could be described as well trained. Even Crookshanks was a bit wild, so Harry was actually a little intrigued to see how these Crups compared.

The Crups were actually surprisingly playful, despite it being late at night, and Harry half wondered if they were nocturnal. They were very lively as well, jumping up onto furniture in a way that made Harry doubt if they were actually well trained. Perhaps in Hagrid’s definition they were, in the same way that he thought Blast-Ended Skrewts were cute. Harry tried to butt the Crups off with his head, not wanting to break character as it were, but the Crups only seemed to decide that this was some sort of game, butting Harry back.

They were stronger than Harry realised though, and their fur covered heads tickled, making Harry laugh and lose his balance, falling onto his back. As soon as he was down, the Crups swarmed on Harry, licking and nipping him all over, making Harry wriggle and laugh. The actions caused Harry’s tail to become dislodged, even as his cock began to swell a bit. He had come twice already that day but apparently that wasn’t enough, and Harry moaned when one of the Crups licked the tip of his swelling cock. It made him lick, which only seemed to encourage some of the others to join as well, and soon Harry had three Crups licking his cock: one on either side and another between his legs.

It felt good: not as good as the cat tongue, but still nice, and Harry found himself getting harder, even as he bucked his hips up. That knocked the Crups between his legs lower, so that it now licked Harry’s balls and just behind them, and Harry felt his blood begin to race. It didn’t help that there were two other Crups as well: one licking Harry’s belly button while the other played worried Harry’s nipples with his teeth. He was stretched out across Harry’s torso and Harry couldn’t help seeing a bright red cock poking out between his legs.

Harry had never seen a dog’s penis before, and he couldn’t help being intrigued. Cats had those wonderful spines after all, so maybe dogs had something equally fun. Wanting to find out, Harry shifted his head to wrap his head around the new treat. The Crisp seemed to appreciate it, barking then panting loudly as it moved to thrust into Harry’s mouth. Harry moaned and bucked his hips again, dislodging the Crup between his legs and causing it to lick over his hole. Harry moaned around the cock in his mouth, making the Crups begin to thrust, as Harry spread his legs wider trying to get more action at his apparently newly healed hole. The Crups between his legs seemed to get the message, but not in the way Harry expected, and Harry felt a cock pushing against his guardian ring.

The cock wasn’t particularly big, but with no preparation and the healing salve as the only lube, Harry was quite grateful for that, and pushed back in what he hoped was a sign of encouragement. It seemed he was right, or the Crup just didn’t care and he soon felt the Crup begin to thrust inside him, almost working alternatively to the one in his mouth. Both dogs seemed to have the energy to really go at it so, despite not being overly filled, Harry was still enjoying himself, and even reached out his hands to try to run them through the Crups fur. Instead of fur though, Harry only seemed to find more cocks, one in each hand, and the Crups seemed more than happy when Harry grasped them tightly.

The Crups that had been licking Harry’s belly button then moved to straddle Harry’s stomach, thrusting against the soft flesh and managing to catch its cock in Harry’s belly button as it did. Each pull made Harry gasp, sucking the cock in his mouth even deeper as his legs slipped wider and his hands sped up. He didn’t think he had ever been so covered in cocks and a part of him loved it, moaning loudly as he willed them all to completion.

Then it hit like a wave, albeit a slightly disjointed one. First the cock in his arse came, flooding Harry’s passage and swelling at the base, plugging Harry up and making him feel deliciously full. It caused Harry to swallow deeply as he moaned, which triggered the cock in his mouth to come as well, splashing the back of Harry’s throat, even as it too swelled, locking Harry’s jaw wide and cutting off some of his air.

That had Harry seeing stars, in a good way this time, and he came himself, shooting his load right underneath the Crups thrusting on his stomach. That seemed to ease the way a bit, adding a squelching sound to the panting filling the room, making the Crups slide more. Apparently that was the boost it needed and Harry soon felt his chest covered in Crup cum, on top and on the sides as the ones in his hands followed suit. The Crups all remained hard for a while, keeping that delicious little bulge and Harry contented himself playing with them as he languished on the floor in a sea of bliss.

The Crups weren’t finished with him though and, when their cocks had gone down enough to move, the ones at his arse and mouth made way so that someone else could enjoy. Harry was too worn out to get it up again, or to give proper hand jobs, but that didn’t seem to bother the Crups as they found a part of his body to rut against, or slipped into Harry’s arse and mouth. Harry didn’t mind either, languidly suckling on the cock in his mouth as he squeezed his internal muscles and spread his limbs, offering himself up to be used. He was quite happy that the Crups seemed to be done when they finished a second time and the group of them curled up in front of the fire for a well earned rest.

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“You know, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I left you to play with the Crups,” Severus said, with an exasperated sigh as he entered his rooms, waking Harry up.

Harry looked up at him, feeling forlorn. “I’m sorry.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “And now you are speaking without permission. It seems that these Crups have only taught you to misbehave. In hindsight, I should have known better than to trust creatures trained by Hagrid. Still, you need cleaning up and I have neither the energy nor the inclination to do it myself, not after the evening I have had, and having to take back these Crups to Hagrid. I’m afraid that I will have to leave you to the House Elves to clean. Thankfully they help with some of the creatures in the castle anyway so I am sure that it won’t be an issue.”

Harry felt utterly despondent and didn’t even think to protest, or even worry as Severus led him naked and walking on all fours through the dungeon. The cold air of the corridors chilled him, and the now dry cum pulled at his skin as he moved, but Harry didn’t care, feeling that he had failed somehow. That feeling didn’t dissipate, even when they entered the kitchen.

“Professor Snape? What brings you here at this hour?” one of the House Elves asked, looking between Severus and Harry.

“Sorry to bother you, Kelper, but my puppy here has gotten himself into a bit of a mess playing with some of Hagrid’s Crups, and they have made a mess of my quarters as well. Unfortunately I don't have time to clean him up and tidy up as well as deliver the Crups back to Hagrid. Would you do me a favour and make sure my puppy gets clean before he comes home?”

“Of course,” Kelper said. “In fact, I will leave your, er, puppy, to the care of my son, Lister, and I will clean up your quarters. I will return the Crups for you so you only have to tidy up and get some sleep.”

“Thank you, Kelper, that would be a big help. I really appreciate it,” Severus said, before turning to kneel next to Harry and pet his head. “I am happy that you felt comfortable enough to play while I was busy but I wish you hadn’t made such a mess. My books and notes ended up everywhere and covered in a lot of cum. It is going to take some effort to clean them up.”

Harry felt bad, he hadn’t even thought about keeping Severus’s stuff clean, and he hadn’t even thought about what he was lying on when he and the Crups began to play. He was a bad pet, even if Severus had said he was happy that Harry played. Severus left him and Harry was still beating himself up as he was led into a corner by a couple of elves who began to sponge him down.

“I don’t think I have ever seen a human like this?” one said, running a hand over Harry’s cum covered body as he soaped off the cum. “Was it really Crups that made all this mess?”

“Yes,” Harry replied. He wasn’t the these Elves pet so he didn’t see the need not to talk, even if he was still on his knees.

“And did you really enjoy yourself?” another asked, running a finger over Harry’s anus where cum was still dribbling, making Harry moan.

“Yes. I have actually had sex with a lot of different creatures,” Harry admitted.

“But not House Elves,” the first Elf pointed out. “Is that because we are too big for you? I mean Crups aren’t exactly known for being well endowed.”

Harry looked at the elf in confusion. “What do you mean you are too big?” The House Elf was so short, how could it possibly have a cock that was too big for him? The Elf just grinned and lifted the pillowcase it was wearing for a tunic, revealing what looked like a bulge. Only it wasn’t a bulge, as the Elf pulled it forward to reveal a long cock.

“Us Elves are so big we end up tripping over our cocks so we have to learn to tuck them into our butts. It makes moving pretty awkward though, which is why we tend to blink around.”

“Yeah,” the other Elf agreed. “I can’t imagine why anyone would actually want something so big stuffed inside them.”

“Actually, I really enjoy it,” Harry admitted, feeling his cheeks warm in embarrassment. He had assumed humans wouldn’t understand his preferences, but he didn’t think creatures would be the same. Still, he was grateful that the Elves had washed all of the dried cum off him, it had started to irritate him.

“Do you really enjoy taking cock?” the Elf near his head asked, lifting his own cock towards Harry’s mouth. “Show me?”

Harry hesitated for a moment, remembering how upset Severus had been. Then he remembered that Severus was more worried about the mess Harry had made and that he had been happy Harry played. He was also curious and opened his mouth to accept the Elf cock. It was long and thick, but soft, although it was delightfully heavy on his tongue, and Harry moaned as he sucked, using his tongue to work along the length as well, feeling it begin to harden in his mouth.

“Damn, he wasn’t lying Lister. He really is enjoying this.”

“I can see, Beppo. I wonder if he really enjoys taking it up the arse as well?”

Harry felt a pressure at his hole, as if he were being stuffed, and Harry moaned again, pushing back against it. The pressure seemed to go on forever, pushing deeper and deeper inside, and Harry felt that delicious bliss building inside him once more. The cocks began to grow, filling Harry even more, and Harry felt his pleasure growing as the Elves began to thrust. Harry met their movements, sliding himself between the two glorious cocks, wanting to get filled more and more. He squeezed the muscles in his arse as he swallowed rapidly, wanting to get more. The Elves seemed to appreciate Harry’s efforts as well, grunting loudly as they continued to pound into Harry, giving him exactly what he wanted.

The Elves hadn’t been lying, and Harry found their cock filling him wonderfully, stretching his arse with every thrust, and pressing against his prostate. Even as the one in his mouth slammed into the back of his throat, intermittently blocking off his airway, making him feel light-headed as his vision began to blur around the edges as he started to slip into that wonderful floaty space where nothing existed but pleasure. A part of him wondered if it was wrong to keep feeling like this, but he enjoyed it too much and thought a little guilt was worth finally getting to enjoy himself. It was why he wasn’t particularly surprised when he came himself, as the two Elves came, flooding Harry with their cum at both ends.

Harry felt a little weak afterwards, apparently still recovering from the ordeal in Ireland, and he was grateful when the two Elves cleaned him up and transported him to Severus’ quarters.

“That was fun, puppy. Give us a shout if you want to do it again,” Lister said, petting Harry’s head before he left, and a part of Harry was tempted, even as his guilt increased again. Severus was already in bed, wrapped up in his duvet, and Harry didn’t want to disturb him, especially as he had spent so long getting cleaned up thanks to Lister and Beppo. While a part of him wanted to curl up with Severus again, Harry opted to take his special cushion by the fire and call it a night.

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“Harry? Is something the matter?”

Harry stirred from his sleep and looked up at Severus in confusion.

“I know I created this cushion for you to sleep on, but is there a reason why you didn’t join me in bed last night?”

Severus sounded concerned and Harry lifted his hand like a dog might to shake a paw. Severus accepted the ‘paw’: the pre-arranged signal that Harry could talk.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, especially as the reason I was late was because I was fooling about with Lister and Beppo. I knew you were annoyed with me for messing about with the Crups and I thought you would be more upset.”

“Oh, Harry,” Severus sighed, petting Harry’s head. “I am fully aware of your preferences, and it would be wrong of you to try to forge a relationship with you and deny them, just as I wouldn’t expect you to deny mine.”

“Of course not!” Harry insisted.

“Then don’t worry in the future,” Severus assured him, “so long as your play doesn’t damage anything that is mine, which includes you.”

“Yes, Severus,” Harry agreed, feeling a warmth building in his chest as he felt something inside him settle more. Severus really wanted to keep him around, easing some of the anxiety Harry had been feeling. He leaned forward letting his lips mee Severus’ in a kiss that was more of a promise, of a future they were now beginning to build together.

The pair of them spent a lazy morning together, simply enjoying each other’s company, curled up on Severus’ sofa as Severus petted Harry’s dog ears, and Harry warmed Severus’ cock. Eventually though, Harry had to return to his dorm, as well as his more human form, and Harry couldn’t help the wave of regret that crashed through him. At the start of the month, he had begun to enjoy having come back to Hogwarts, finding something in his life to properly enjoy. Now though, it felt more like a burden, keeping him away from what he truly wanted.

His friends had been happy to see him, and Harry spent that evening regailing his friends with stories of his travels, albeit a very edited version, without sexual exploits. Hermione seemed fascinated by the thought of different magical creatures, but Ron didn’t see the point in travelling far when there were plenty of interesting creatures in England. It was nice catching up with his friends, but Harry couldn’t help wishing he was back with Severus, and Harry frequently found his eyes drifting up to the head table to watch him.

“You know, I’m surprised that you aren’t sick of Snape yet,” Ron remarked.

“He’s actually been alright since I knuckled down with my studies,” Harry said, feeling the need to defend the Potions Master.

“Hopefully that will extend to his lessons then,” Ron grumbled, and Harry found himself joining Hermione in scowling at the redhead.

Dinner had thankfully ended without further incident but, going back to Gryffindor tower afterwards felt like more of a chore to Harry than he expected. What had previously felt like a home almost felt foreign to him, and all he wanted to do was be somewhere else. Even when he climbed into his bed, Harry couldn’t get comfortable, tossing and turning long after his dorm mates had fallen asleep. Even the pillow Severus had created for him in front of the fire has been more comfortable than this, but what Harry really wanted was to be able to snuggle up with Severus again. Knowing he likely wouldn’t get any sleep on his own, Harry decided to make the most of the tools he had, his cloak and his map, and make his way down to Severus’ quarters.

The way was surprisingly quiet, although Harry had to kick himself when he realised that he had never even thought to ask Severus what the password for his door was. Harry didn’t want to turn back though, not when he was so close, so, on a whim, he cast alohomora on the door. It creaked open, and Harry couldn’t hide his grin, although, in hindsight, that should have been a sign. No sooner had Harry stepped through the door than he found his ankles being wrapped in thick, sticky vines. Harry tried to wriggle free, but that only caused his pyjama bottoms to slip down as the vines tightened and he fell to the floor.

Harry tried to scramble away, but that only caused his bottoms to slide down more as the vines used his new position to wrap around his hands and head. The vines around his head wrapped around his neck and mouth, taking away Harry’s ability to speak, as well as cutting off his airway, causing Harry’s vision to begin to blur at the edges. Not that it was easy to tell in the dark room, but Harry could see the shadows of the vines moving in the darkness, and then a pair of black boots walked into his view.

“My, look at what we have here? I was surprised when my Devil’s Snare trap was set off, it has been some time since anyone has tried to sneak in here. I thought it would be some student here on a date, but instead I find a lost puppy, apparently trying to tempt me. Whatever shall I do with you?”

Severus’ voice was practically a purr as he knelt down next to Harry, running a hand over Harry’s now bared backside. Despite being bound and semi suffocated, Severus’ touch was exactly what he wanted and Harry moaned, shifting again, only this time to try to push his arse further into Severus’ touch.

“Always such an eager puppy. Have I told you how much I love seeing you bound like this. The time with the Acromantula was truly awe-inspiring: I don’t think that I have ever been so turned on. I can’t believe that I never thought to introduce you to my anti-intruder trap before now, especially with your penchant for breath play.” Severus waved his hands, opening his robes to reveal his now throbbing cock, as if to emphasise his point. “Now then, I plan on taking you, hard and fast: nod your head if you are happy with that.”

Harry nodded, even as he shuddered with desire at the thought of what was about to happen. He did always enjoy it when he got pounded, and the fact that it was Severus doing it was only an added benefit.

“Wonderful,” Severus said, petting Harry’s hair briefly before moving in behind Harry. There was a lubrication spell, and a single finger to push the viscous fluid deeper before Severus lined the head of his cock up with Harry’s hole. He pushed in slowly, forcing Harry open, and Harry would have screamed at the burn if his mouth wasn’t full of vine. It was intense, heightened by the fact that Harry was completely unable to move even slightly, and Harry felt tears pricking at his eyes, even as he felt his cock swell.

“It always amazes me how tight you still are, even after how much you have been used,” Severus groaned, both his hands holding Harry’s hips tightly, pulling Harry back as he continued to push forward, making Harry feel gloriously full in a way that he had always enjoyed. Harry could feel his eyes rolling back in his head and they hadn’t even really started yet.

When he was fully seated, Severus pulled back on Harry’s hips, raising them up slightly so that he could get a better angle, even as Harry’s face remained pressed against the floor. Harry was still tight around him thanks to the lack of preparation, and the first few thrusts were slow, but kept that wonderful burn, igniting Harry’s nerves with pleasure and pain. His angle wasn’t great for hitting his prostate but Harry didn’t care. His body was still thrumming with pleasure and the lack of oxygen was helping to make him deliciously light-headed.

On top of that, Severus was using Harry’s body to find his pleasure as Harry lay on the floor, bound and helpless. The vine in his mouth was keeping it open, muffling Harry’s moans and making swallowing difficult: drool was dripping down his face and onto the floor. Harry knew he must look a state, but when his body loosened up to allow Severus to really snap his hips, Harry lost his will to care as he cried out and slipped into that wonderful floaty head-space where only pleasure existed.

This was the life he wanted: getting pounded every night. His friends were great but he didn’t need them by his side constantly, not if he had a nice, big cock filling him up. Harry could feel that he was hard: each of Severus’ thrusts was making his cock bob, leaving blobs of precum on his stomach every time it hit. Nothing was enough to push him over the edge yet but Harry didn’t even care. It wasn’t about whether he came or not, just this wonderful feeling of pleasure and the knowledge that Severus would soon be filling him full of hot cum.

Harry tried to tense his muscles, in an effort to better feel that wonderful cock as it thrust inside him at a steady pace. Then his hips stuttered and Harry felt that glorious, hot splash inside. The vines had already started to recede a bit, possibly thanks to Harry’s lack of movement, or the heat from their bodies. When Severus came, it was enough to allow them to collapse on the floor, and a wandless Lumos from Severus had them retreating completely.

“Thank you, Harry. You looked beautifully debauched just now,” Severus whispered, pressing a kiss against Harry’s temple. His cock was still lodged in Harry as he took Harry’s own in hand, needing only a few pumps of his fist for Harry to find his own release, spilling it all over the floor. Another wave of the hand had the mess cleaned up, but then they just lay there for a moment, still connected, bathing in the afterglow of bliss. In Harry’s mind it was perfect, and he hoped that he would get to experience it many times over, long into the future.

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They had eventually made their way to Severus’ bed where Severus confessed to missing having Harry’s presence nearby. They had fallen asleep exchanging languid kisses, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, and Harry had awoken in the same place, to Severus’ alarm: the only thing disturbing his enjoyment. To say that Harry was reluctant to leave and attend his lessons was an understatement, and he only agreed when Severus said that he could come back in the evening, under the guise of needing to help sort out the ingredients they had collected. It was a very Severus thing to do, so much so that Ron complained that Harry shouldn’t have to, though Hermione pointed out it would be part of his apprenticeship.

“I still don’t see why you are bothering with that,” Ron huffed. “Why do you even want to do something that causes you to have to spend more time with Snape.”

“I’m actually enjoying what I’m learning,” Harry admitted, “especially as it links up to what we learned from Hagrid. It makes me want to do something more with the knowledge in the future.”

“Like open a zoo?” Hermione suggested, which got Harry’s brain turning.

“What’s a zoo?” Ron asked.

“Somewhere where different creatures are kept and looked after so that people can come and see them,” Harry explained. “Muggles use them to help breed endangered species as well as to help learn more about them so they can understand them better.”

“That might actually be a good idea,” Harry mused, “and it could help with getting access to some of the rarer Potions ingredients. It wouldn’t be easy, I would need space, but it might be possible.”

“I can look into any permits you might need,” Hermione said, apparently starting to like the idea, “and I can talk to Luna as well: she actually knows a fair bit about creatures.”

“I can talk to Charlie,” Ron added, wanting to contribute something as well. “He knows how to look after dragons so I’m sure that will translate.”

“Bill might be a good option as well,” Harry suggested, not wanting to remind Ron that he had met Charlie again just a few days before. “As a curse breaker, I’m sure Bill knows countless ways to keep things contained.”

“We’ll have to work out how to create the necessary habitats,” Hermione continued, pulling out a piece of parchment and making notes, apparently slipping into full research mode.”

“I’ll talk to Hagrid and Severus about which creatures might be most useful then,” Harry said, earning him looks from both his friends. “What?”

“Severus?” Ron questioned, his eyes going to his hairline as he looked at Harry like he’d suddenly grown a second head.

“I am his apprentice and we have been working together a lot, it only seemed appropriate,” Harry lied, hoping the explanation was enough. Ron still looked dubious but Hermione looked pleased.

“I’m glad to see that the two of you are finally getting on. It seemed ridiculous to keep up the animosity.”

Harry nodded in agreement, not wanting to admit how much they had gotten past their animosity this last month. Still, it was nice that his friends were accepting of Severus and it gave Harry hope that, maybe, if they came out as being in a relationship, they would both actually be supportive. It was an idea that he brought up to Severus when Harry went to see him that evening, happy he had an excuse to go even earlier, under the guise of wanting to discuss the zoo idea with the man.

“You want to go public with our relationship?”

Harry frowned. “Well, not all the details of it, but it’s not like a bunch of people don’t already know and it would be nice to not have to lie to my friends. Why? Don’t you want people to know?”

“I never really thought about it,” Severus admitted. “It’s not that I don’t like the idea, although I am a little worried how people will react to the idea.”

“Well, Hermione suggested that I create a magical zoo, where I can keep and breed creatures to help gather Potions ingredients, especially with some of the rarer creatures. I would obviously need your help with that and, I figured, if people get used to seeing us working together then it won’t be such a shock when we say we are together.”

“It would be nice to actually get to spend every night with you and not have to make excuses or hide,” Severus mused, and Harry grinned, stepping closer to Severus and wrapping his arms around the Potion Master’s neck.

“It would be great to get to kiss you in public.” Harry leaned in slowly as he said that, happy when Severus followed suit, meeting him halfway for a kiss. Their lips slid over each other in a way that was quickly becoming so familiar, and Harry thought he would almost be able to time when Severus’ tongue pressed forward, begging entrance. Harry sighed as he let Severus in, their tongues twisting together in a greeting that spoke more of being separated for days, even weeks, not a few mere hours. Harry didn’t care though. He would happily spend forever on Severus’ arms, and he pulled Severus closer, quietly asking for more. Severus seemed happy to comply, wrapping his own arms tightly around Harry’s body, almost as if he were trying to merge them into one being.

They were so lost in each other that they didn’t even notice the door to Severus’ Potions lab opening until someone cleared their throat, causing the two men to jump apart. Harry felt his cheeks flame at the thought of getting caught, and he quickly tried to wrack his brain for something that might work as an explanation for their behaviour, only to come up with nothing. He was only grateful that the person who was looking at them with a smirk wasn’t a student, although something about them was vaguely familiar.

“Sanguini! What brings you to Hogwarts?” Severus asked, straightening his robes as if that would somehow conceal what the man had just walked in on.

“I have come looking for your help, Severus,” Sanguini replied. “I am finding that blood pops aren’t working for me any more so I was hoping that I could get another of your kind donations. That said, looking at your new paramour, you may not have the energy for that.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “I know that I am getting long in the tooth, and Harry does keep me busy, but I don’t see why that would prevent me giving you a sample.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Sanguini said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I am actually looking forward to this as well. It has been some time since I have been able to sample someone who is turned on so this will be a special treat for me.”

“Why is that?” Harry asked, feeling his curiosity pique.

“The hormones that are released with arousal add an extra depth to the flavour of the blood,” Sanguini said, grinning enough to flash his fangs a bit. “It is one of the reasons why vampires used to use their allure on victims but, as the Ministry has banned us from using it, it has been a while since I have been able to indulge.”

“As much as I enjoy kissing Harry, I don’t think that that is enough to change the flavour of my blood that much,” Snape scoffed.

“I mean, we could do more to get you there. Or me,” Harry suggested, causing both Sanguini and Severus to look at him in shock. “What? Is it so surprising that, after everything I have already experienced, that I am curious what a vampire bite feels like.”

Sanguini laughed. “Well now, Severus. I must admit, I was a little surprised when I saw you kissing this young man, but, given his reaction just now, I can understand the draw.”

Harry frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Wizards in general have a lot of prejudices towards my kind,” Sanguini replied, “but Severus has always been driven by curiosity more, doing what he wanted with little care for what others might think.”

“People already thought poorly of me so I don’t care if they think any less,” Severus said. “Harry, on the other hand, has basically done enough for the world that I don’t think he cares anymore.”

Sanguini nodded. “Oh, I agree, Severus. I was merely commenting that I was happy to see that you have found someone that aligns with your preferences so well.”

Harry felt his face warm with a blush, even as his face split into a grin. “Thank you. Severus has introduced me to a whole world of wonderful experiences and I look forward to experiencing more in the future.”

“And you wish to add a vampire bite to that list?” Sanguini asked.

“Oh, definitely,” Harry confirmed. “I mean, if Severus does it, I assume that it is perfectly safe.”

“Safe enough, especially compared to some of your previous exploits,” Severus said. “If you really wish to go through with this, would you like Sanguini to join us in something that will really get your blood rushing?”

Harry was more than happy for Sanguini to join them, and was about to get undressed in the Potions lab when Severus stopped them. Apparently he was worried about Harry moving too much when Sanguini was sucking on him, and suggested that they head to the Room of Requirements to make sure they had whatever they needed. Harry was curious about what he had in mind and Harry wasn’t disappointed when Severus created the door and they walked in. The best way Harry could describe it was a luxury dungeon: all plush decor and torture devices. It had Harry’s pulse starting to race almost as soon as he saw it. He didn’t even hesitate to strip when he entered the room.

He was particularly intrigued by the piece of furniture in the middle of the room that looked a bit like old fashioned stocks, only with a padded table next to it, and two lower ones behind that. There were straps on it as well, and Harry could only imagine how tightly that would restrain him. It was part of why he practically jumped on it, causing the other men to laugh as he was practically vibrating as they strapped him in.

“Is he always this eager?” Sanguini asked.

“This is actually the first time I’ve seen anything like this,” Harry admitted, wriggling to make himself comfortable as the straps were tightened.

“Harry has had experience being bound though,” Severus pointed out. “Specifically Acromantula and a Devil’s Snare.”

“Acromantula?” Sanguini questioned. “Wasn’t that painful?”

Harry bit his lip and Severus chuckled. “Harry actually enjoys a little bit of pain with his pleasure.”

“Is that so?” Sanguini murmured, before picking up a leather crop and showing it to Harry. “Can I try this?”

Harry gulped. “Sure.” He tensed his body in anticipation of the blow and wasn’t disappointed when it landed hard across his backside, making him gasp.

“I think it’s time to use the aphrodisiac lubricant again,” Severus said, running a slick finger over Harry’s hole, making Harry moan.

“Do you want me to cum straight away?” Harry whined.

“No, we don’t want that,” Sanguini said, grabbing a cock ring from the display and fastening it around Harry’s cock, making Harry whimper. That sound only increased when Severus removed a finger, only for Sanguini to bring the crop down again.

“Fuck!” Harry yelled, already panting as he felt his blood beginning to rush through his veins. It continued in this manner, Severus fingering him a bit, only to move and Harry to get hit again. He wasn’t sure how long it went on, but the welts on his arse throbbing, adding to the wonderful pleasure/pain sensation even before Severus pushed in. Despite the fingering, Severus hadn’t stretched Harry much, and he still got that delicious burning sensation as Severus’ cock forced him open. Harry groaned at the feeling, the blood rushing in his ears, and he could already feel that beautiful floaty head-space calling.

“Beautiful,” Sanguini murmured, running a cool finger down Harry’s cheek, making Harry shudder. He could feel himself getting full, and he tightened his internal muscles, only to get a smack from Severus.

“Naughty boy. Relax and let me fuck you properly.”

Harry whimpered, but complied, feeling Severus pushing into him to the hilt.

“So well trained for one so young. Severus, I am jealous.”

Harry felt a rush of pride, only for his hold on conscious thought to get shaken as Severus quickly began to thrust. Harry could feel his body shudder each time, as his body took every push, since the stockade didn’t allow his body to move at all. His already sore arse felt like it was getting bashed to hell, and Harry found himself moaning loudly as his prostate was also hit, mixing the pain and pleasure beautifully inside him.

Severus’ hands had a bruising grip on Harry’s hips, but another cooler hand fondled Harry’s balls, only to pull on them, making Harry gasp.

“Normally I would suck on your wrist in this position,” Sanguini said, his cool breath brushing against Harry’s ear. “With your love of pain though, a part of me wants to try sucking the blood straight out of your cock. It will hurt, but I promise you will be safe, so what do you say?”

“Yes!” Harry hissed, only for Severus to chuckle behind him.

“Far too reckless.” There was a note of fondness in his voice though, even though it also sounded slightly ragged, and Harry loved that he was also enjoying this.

Then Harry felt a cool tongue lick along his length, just before teeth pierced the sensitive flesh. Harry screamed, first in pain, then in pleasure as the cock ring was removed and Harry came harder than he had in a while. His eyes rolled back as his vision went white and all sensation seemed to blur. Nothing existed except the two points of pain/pleasure, one behind and one beneath. Even after coming, he remained hard, and Harry could feel his cock throb as more blood was drained. The lack of blood added to the light-headedness, but that didn’t stop the feelings sparking down every nerve and Harry felt himself cum again as his vision finally faded completely.

He came to, feeling cold and sluggish, wrapped in blankets, curled up on Severus’ lap on a sofa, getting petted as Sanguini poured a potion down his throat. Harry coughed, but he felt himself getting rejuvenated as warmth flooded back in his veins.

Severus breathed a sigh of relief.

“Now you are looking better,” Sanguini said, smiling kindly at Harry. “I apologise for taking more blood than I intended, but I fear you were just too delicious. I think you may have spoiled me for all others.”

“Sorry,” Harry said, his voice sounding weak and raspy, alerting Severus to give him a sip of water.

“No need to apologise,” Sanguini chuckled, “at least not if you will permit me to join you again.”

“Not for at least 2 months,” Severus insisted, “and blood replenishers before as well as after.”

Harry could agree with that, and he slipped back off to sleep with a smile on his face, save in the knowledge that Severus planned for them to be together for at least that long.

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Harry should have known coming out tonight on his own was a good idea, especially on his own. Unfortunately, Severus was tied up with a detention and Harry had really wanted to see the Mooncalves again, especially as they only came out on a full moon. He couldn’t wait another month to taste it again and, probably thanks to his escapades this past month, he had grown a little complacent, which was why he hadn’t taken any precautions as he made his way towards the mountains, and why he currently found himself racing through the Forbidden Forest trying to get away from werewolves.

He knew he needed help, and had already sent a patronus to Severus, but that didn’t help him right now. What he needed to do was get to the castle, unfortunately there was more than one werewolf and, every time Harry thought he was getting to the edge of the forest, he would hear a growling, pushing Harry to take another direction, always trying to get around them but never able to. He wasn’t even sure how many there were, since they seemed to keep moving round, somehow always around him whenever Harry tried to turn. It meant Harry was frequently turning, to the point where he wasn’t even sure where he was facing. Then he saw what looked like the edge of the forest, with the wolves off to the side, so Harry made a dash for it.

Only it wasn’t the edge of the forest. It was a trap though. Instead of leading to Hogwarts grounds, the edge of the tree line was only a clearing. As soon as Harry burst into it, he knew it was a trap. He had barely stepped into the clearing when one of the wolves bounded in front of him, the other staying at Harry’s back, only for them to start circling him. So it seemed that there were only two of them, which was good in a way, but Harry still had no idea how he could deal with them. He might be an adult, and a fully trained wizard nearly, but that didn’t mean he could easily take on a werewolf, let alone two.

The second he cast at one, the other wolf was bound to attack and Harry was not skilled enough at wandless magic to duel cast on that level. The clearing also offered no cover for Harry to hide behind and the wolves were very obviously keeping Harry away from the trees. Harry needed to do something, the problem was that his brain only seemed to be coming up with one suggestion, damn his hormones.

He hadn’t noticed it as much as he was running, but the adrenaline that had been racing through his veins then was still present, only now it seemed to be heading straight for Harry’s cock. It made things a little awkward, and the only way Harry could think of getting past these growling, prowling werewolves was bending over and presenting his arse to them. It had worked with the troll after all, and it might help keep the werewolves from attacking him long enough for help to arrive. The fact that werewolves were basically large canines and the idea of a larger version of the Crups was definitely appealing.

Trying to move to keep both werewolves in eyeline as much as possible, Harry slid his trousers down and cast a lubrication charm on his hole. He pushed a finger in, hoping to prepare himself a bit before he tried to seduce the werewolves. Unfortunately, the werewolf behind Harry became very interested in what Harry was doing, moving in to nose at Harry’s arse. The cold, wet tip brushed against the sensitive rim of Harry’s anus. Harry moaned, pulling his finger to the side to try to encourage the werewolf to do more. The werewolf complied, licking against Harry’s hole and making him cry out in pleasure as his legs went weak, buckling under Harry’s weight and sending him to the floor.

Harry’s knees hit the dirt beneath him, but the werewolf continued pressing forward, digging his nose in further, even as his tongue darted out to lick the back of Harry’s balls. Harry moaned, leaning forward onto his other hand, the one that wasn’t in his arse, as he thrust back, hoping to get more. He pushed in a second finger, quickly scissoring them, knowing that some creatures didn’t particularly like to wait before mounting him.

Thankfully, he had a brief refrain. The second werewolf had also become interested in what Harry was doing and moved to take a look. The first werewolf had growled as he encroached, pausing his ministrations to warn off the rival. Harry had to think. Them fighting between themselves was theoretically a good thing as it would distract them. It also posed risks though. If the werewolves fought, there was no guarantee they would be distracted enough for Harry to get away, and no guarantee that Harry wouldn’t get hurt in the fallout.

His best bet to ensure his safety was to keep the werewolves calm and distracted. It was why, when the second wolf made to move forward, Harry ducked his head between its legs and wrapped his lips around its cock. It wasn’t fully erect, and Harry’s lips partially wrapped around the furred pouch that the werewolf’s cock was usually housed in. It felt weird in his mouth, but not terrible, and Harry moaned as he used his tongue to lick the cock, just sticking outside of the pouch. The second werewolf stopped moving forward, shifting a little instead, to push further into Harry’s mouth.

The werewolf behind Harry seemed to be a little put out of being ignored. He growled, nosing at Harry’s hole, only to be blocked by Harry’s hand. The wolf bit Harry’s hand, not enough to break the skin thankfully, but enough to make Harry cry out, taking more of the second werewolf’s cock in the process. When the werewolf behind him let go, Harry moved his hand and, almost instantly, the first werewolf jumped on Harry’s back. His cock seemed a little more erect, pushing quite easily, although Harry could already feel it getting bigger inside him. Harry moaned at the feeling of being filled more and the first werewolf growled as it slid completely into Harry in just one thrust.

Both of the wolves seemed to shift their competition to seeing who could pound into Harry the hardest. Their growling reverberated around clearing as they increased the speed and power of their thrusts, physically moving Harry between them. Harry found himself moaning loudly as well. He always loved it when creatures used his body to find his own pleasure and all Harry could do was hold on as he enjoyed things. The werewolf cocks were already swelling more, filling his arse and mouth equally, causing that delicious burning stretch as well as partially blocking Harry’s throat. Along with the adrenaline still rushing through his veins, Harry was on a high, his own cock throbbing incessantly between his legs.

The cold night air was the main thing keeping Harry grounded, contrasting against his heated skin, but Harry still found himself slipping into that wonderful, floaty head-space. It possibly wasn’t the smartest idea; a part of Harry told him that staying present in this dangerous situation was probably a good idea. It was difficult though, the situation was surprisingly good, especially as both cock throbbed deliciously inside him.

Then the wolf behind him made one final thrust and howled, its cock swelling gloriously as Harry found his arse suddenly stretched by the knot. His eyes rolled back and his mouth went slack as the second wolf pushed in, his own cock hitting the back of Harry’s throat. Harry’s throat fluttered around the tip, triggering the second wolf’s orgasm, and Harry felt cum splattering right down his throat. Then his jaw was wrenched open as the second wolf’s own knot set in, and Harry found himself almost completely unable to breathe. It was scary, but also ridiculously hot, triggering Harry’s own orgasm on its own. Both wolves howled again, only for their howls to get suddenly cut off midway through.

Harry felt the splatter of blood on him, even as his body was pulled down to the ground along with the two now suddenly lifeless werewolves.

“Harry? Are you ok?” came the frantic voice of Severus as he moved over, trying to pull the werewolf bodies off of Harry. Their knots were still engorged, however, and Severus had to slice those off before he could free Harry. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did they bite you?”

“Not enough to break the skin,” Harry replied, when he was finally able to get the cock from his mouth.

“Still, we will take precautions next month, just in case,” Severus said, his wand moving frantically as he cleaned the blood from Harry, checking every inch of skin for signs of injury.

Harry’s face fell. “If I have been turned, does that mean that my magical zoo idea is out the window?”

“Of course not,” Severus huffed, “even if I have to spend the rest of my days brewing Wolfbane potion, although we will have to discuss your reckless streak tomorrow.”

The relief in Severus’ demeanour was palpable, and probably the only reason he wasn’t yelling at Harry there and then. Harry was sure that Severus would be properly yelling at him soon though, although Harry couldn’t bring himself to care. The fact that Severus had said that he would stick with Harry for the rest of his life had Harry too happy to care about anything else.

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The rest of the year almost passed in a blur for Harry. A part of him had considered jacking the rest of his studies in and just setting up the farm but Hermione had pointed out that it would be a lot easier to get permits, especially international ones, if he had the correct qualifications. So Harry buckled down, concentrating on his studies, something that seemed to take up nearly all of his time, especially after Christmas. It was annoying as he felt he rarely got the chance to see Severus outside of lessons, and Harry began to fear that the older man might have moved on, despite what they had said previously.

Those fears were put aside at the end of year feast, where Dumbledore announced that Severus would be leaving to start a new project with Harry that he hoped all of the students would be able to enjoy in the future. Harry had almost been as surprised as the rest of the students. He definitely was when Severus came to him a few days after the end of school with the deeds to an island called Rùm, one of the Small Isles of Inner Hebrides.

“How on earth did you get that?” Harry asked, staring at the deeds and the picture of the island in wonder.

“Let’s just say that I had an extra dose of luck when looking for a place for us to set up. I got the message that the Nature Conservancy Council that had previously owned it had gotten into financial trouble, just as I got notice that I had won the lottery.”

Harry could only gape at the man. “And so you decided to purchase an island. I mean, I guess I can understand, but that doesn’t mean that you should use all of your money to front this project.”

“It is not all of my money,” Severus insisted, “merely some of it, and I wanted to be able to join you on this project as equal partners.”

“At this rate you are fronting all of the money,” Harry argued. “How is that equal?”

“There is still a lot of expenses to be paid in setting everything up,” Severus argued, “plus I will be gaining a lot by way of access to ingredients once we start getting creatures in so it is only right that I put more in from the start.”

Harry still didn’t feel right about it, but he knew that arguing with Severus was a moot point once the man had made up his mind. Still, he was determined to find a way to pay Severus back for this at some point. That feeling only intensified when they actually arrived on the island. It was perfect: from the beautiful rocky peaks, to the shallows and coves. There was even a castle for them to live in.

“Marry me!” Harry blurted out, and Severus looked at him in surprise.

“Why do you want to marry me?”

“For many reasons,” Harry replied, “not least because I cannot accept this island.”

“There is nothing to accept,” Severus insisted. “I still own the land, I am merely letting you use it for this project.”

“Will I be paying rent?” Harry questioned, looking at Severus shrewdly, but the man just shrugged.

“We can discuss those terms once you get this thing up and running. I am sure you will have more important expenses than worrying about rent on a space you technically aren’t even using yet.”

Harry wasn’t convinced, but he let it slide for the moment but he was far from ready to let the idea go completely. He had a plan to wear Severus down slowly over time, and thankfully getting to live together in a castle, just the two of them, made that a lot easier. Severus had initially planned on them having separate rooms but Harry had other plans and all but jumped Severus on their first night together, as soon as they had finished dinner.

The moment Harry’s lips had touched Severus’, it felt like coming home, and Harry all but melted into his former teacher’s arms.

“It has been too damn long since I did this,” Harry moaned, before leaning in to kiss Severus again.

“You mean you weren’t making out with some of your year mates?” Severus questioned, as Harry moved to kiss a trail along his jaw. “Exam season is always the time I find the most students in corners, desperately trying to work off some of the stress the formal exams bring.”

“They weren’t you,” Harry admitted, “plus there is basically no way that they would be into what I am into.”

“You might be surprised,” Severus said, “although there is more to sex than creatures and kink.”

“I know,” Harry agreed, “but I don’t think that is for me.”

“How do you know? Have you ever bothered to try?”

“Yes, with Ginny, but it was nothing on even that first time with the Niffler. I was appalled at myself for enjoying that so much, until I learned to accept my preferences.”

Severus nodded. “As you should, but just because one partner wasn’t for you, that doesn’t mean that no one will. How about I show you how fun vanilla sex can be?”

Harry leaned back to look at Severus. “I didn’t think that you were into vanilla sex either.”

“I’m not, normally. It can be good with the right person though. Allow me to show you.”

With that, Severus pulled Harry into a deep kiss. It was just a kiss: lips sliding over each other, learning every curve as their bodies pressed tightly together, trying to meld into one. It was just a simple kiss, not even any tongues, but somehow Harry still found his toes curling. He moaned loudly, slipping his fingers into Severus’ hair, wanting more but, at the same time, not wanting to ruin this magical moment. And it truly was magical: Harry had never felt such a deep connection before. It ignited a need in Harry that almost seemed to transcend mere sexual desire, calling to something deep within his core. It was like coming home, but more of a home than he had ever experienced before and there were tears in his eyes when Severus finally pulled back.

“Is everything ok, Harry?” Severus asked, wiping away the bead of moisture that had fallen from Harry’s eye.

Harry chuckled. “That depends, are you going to turn me down if I ask you to marry me again?”

“Let’s save any proposals for the morning,” Severus suggested, taking Harry by the hand and gently leading him to Severus’ bedroom. The room was dark, lit only by a few wall sconces, but it made no difference to Harry. The room could be as bright as midday but he would still only have eyes for one man. Severus led Harry over to his bed and pulled him in for another wonderful kiss as he slowly began to undress Harry. It wasn’t often that they bothered with this part, Harry invariably getting pounded with his trousers and pants roughly shoved down his hips a bit. Being completely bare next to Severus was definitely different, and left Harry feeling vulnerable, especially with Severus looking at him so intently.

“On to the middle of the bed,” Snape said. It was a command, but so softly spoken it may as well have been a request. Not that it mattered, Harry complied anyway, his eyes never leaving Severus though, as he watched the other man undress. The golden light from the sconces seemed to flicker off Severus’ skin as each patch was revealed, making it glow like pale gold, and Harry’s fingers itched to touch it. He held back though, wanting to drink his fill.

It wasn’t often he got to see Severus in all his glory either, and Harry wanted to make the most of it. The only other times Harry had seen him naked was when they were in the Great Lake, but that had been so long ago, and Harry had been distracted then. Now there was nothing to see, nothing to worry about except Severus and what he might do to Harry. There was an anticipation building in Harry’s blood. Even though he knew that this would be nothing but basic sex, Harry still wondered what Severus had in mind exactly, and that had his veins thrumming.

It was brilliant, and Harry licked his lips as he leaned back, letting his eyes drag over Severus’ form. The man was all compact, lithe muscles, as if there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, and Harry was struck with the sudden urge to feed Severus up. He couldn’t help feeling that Severus would look nice with a little pouch of a stomach, as Severus climbed over Harry, and Harry let his fingers run over the smooth skin there.

“What are you scheming?”

“Just thinking that I need to make sure to feed you some hearty meals.”

“Fattening me up?” Severus queried. “Not sure why you would want to do that?”

“Isn’t the joke ‘so that you won’t run away’?”

“I would be a fool if I even thought about running away from you,” Severus assured him, and Harry smiled.

“Then why did you turn down my marriage proposal?”

Severus paused, and he looked Harry in the eyes. “Because I want to make sure you are sure before you bind yourself to me.”

Harry felt warmth bloom as he felt tears of joy well up in his eyes. That was his Severus, always working to ensure Harry’s wellbeing, even to the detriment of his own. It was why Harry couldn’t imagine wanting to marry anyone else, and why he surged up to capture Severus’ lips in a kiss.

This time it was Severus’ turn to moan as he let his body align with Harry’s. Harry had planned on keeping things just as light as Severus had, but the skin on skin contact as Severus lowered himself down had Harry groaning. It was as if every nerve ending in his skin was dancing and he couldn’t help opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. Severus took advantage straight away, sliding his tongue in to explore Harry’s mouth, as if he were learning it for the first time. Admittedly, they had never kissed much over their time together so it almost made sense, although it made Harry wish that they had done this more.

Harry pressed up, letting his legs fall apart as he tried to get closer to Severus, and he was rewarded with feeling Severus’ hardness sliding against his own.

“I am surprised at how turned on you are,” Severus murmured, peppering kisses over Harry’s face and making Harry sigh.

“I am with you, why wouldn’t I be turned on?”

“I remember a time when that wouldn’t have been the case,” Severus pointed out, but Harry just smiled.

“Yes, but I know better now. I know how wonderful you are, and I know how wonderful you can make me feel.” As he said that, he moved his hand down to grip Severus’ cock, stroking it and making Severus groan.

“Stop, or I will be finished before we get to the good part.”

“You could always use a cock ring,” Harry suggested, but Severus shook his head.

“I want to see how much you enjoy sex with me, and me alone.”

There was something about the way that he said it that sparked something in Harry. This was important for Severus and, while Harry didn’t necessarily understand why, he could appreciate that, so he stopped and lay back, drawing his knees up to expose his hole before starting to prepare himself.

“For fucks sake, Harry! Are you trying to get me to finish early?”

Harry frowned in confusion. “I was just trying to hurry things along like you said.”

“The fact that you are eagerly preparing yourself for my cock is not helping matters!”

“Why wouldn’t I be eagerly awaiting your cock?” Harry questioned, only to have his lips captured once again. He moaned again, a sound that only got louder as he felt Severus’ finger slide alongside his own.

“Enough!” Harry gasped as he pulled his mouth away.

“I don’t want this to hurt,” Severus said, sliding another finger quickly into Harry. “I know you enjoy the burn but I need to know that it is just me making you see stars.”

It already was, but Harry could accept that Severus needed this so he nodded and lay back, allowing Severus to take his time. It was its own sort of intimacy, watching the play of emotions on Severus’ face, seeing the wonder, and something Harry hoped was love shining in the dark depths of his eyes. Harry tried to let his own feelings for Severus shine through as well. He figured it must have as Severus rewarded him with another kiss before lining his cock up and sliding in.

Harry gasped, not in pain, but because of how perfect it was. So this was what sex was supposed to be: the joining of two people who wanted nothing more than to be as close together as humanly possible. He could feel Severus slowly filling him and all Harry could think about was how right it felt, and how he never wanted it to end. Harry brought his arms and legs up, wrapping them tightly around Severus, wanting to pull the man even closer. It helped Severus slide in, and Harry sighed as he felt Severus bottom out. They stayed there for a moment, neither moving, just staring into each other’s eyes, and Harry couldn’t think of anything more perfect. Sure, getting his arse pounded was fun on multiple levels, but this was what really made his heart sing.

Then Severus began to move, not much, just a gentle rocking, and Harry let out a quiet moan. He shifted a bit in his embrace, arching his back, using his body to guide Severus straight to his prostate. The first brush over it had Harry gasping as stars burst behind his eyes, and Severus smirked as if he knew exactly what had happened. He probably did, keeping the same angle, slowly grinding against that spot with a gentle pressure that felt constant. Harry whimpered: part of him wanted more and part of him wanted less, knowing that would mean Severus would continue longer, and he definitely didn’t want this to end. He knew it would eventually though, but he hoped they could do this again.

Harry threaded a hand into Severus’ hair, pulling it back so that he could see Severus’ eyes better.

“I love you.”

Severus surged forward, claiming Harry’s lips in a desperate kiss as his pace increased, his hips pressing into Harry with an almost urgent need. Harry whined in his throat, even as Severus’ tongue plundered his mouth. Desire flooded his body but a part of him despaired at the fact that he knew it would be over soon. He could feel his own orgasm building inexorably in his body, and he knew that Severus was the same. He couldn’t stop the inevitable, and a part of him didn’t want to, but he kissed Severus back, hoping to convey to the man that he wanted more of this in the future.

“I love you,” Harry whispered again between kisses, unable to stop the words now that he had said them. It was true though, he did love Severus, had for a while now, and he kicked himself for not voicing it sooner.

Then Severus shifted, taking Harry’s cock in hand as he did, and he began to pump. It wasn’t slow, and Harry keened as he felt his orgasm ripped from him, even as he desperately tried to hold back. He couldn’t though, and soon his body spasmed as he came, coating both him and Severus with his cum. Severus wasn’t far behind him, his own hips stuttering before Harry felt the all too familiar hot splash, and Severus collapsed beside him. They were still joined, and Harry shuffled to snuggle against Severus’ chest, hoping to keep the man inside him as long as possible.

“I couldn’t make you come on my cock,” Severus mourned.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I guess we’ll just have to try again some other day.”

Severus tilted his head back to look at Harry. “You mean you want to do that again.”

“Of course. I love you, you idiot,” Harry said with a laugh, lifting his head to kiss Severus on the chin - the easiest spot for him to reach without moving.

Severus smiled. “I love you too.”

“Does this mean that you will finally agree to marry me?” Harry asked with a cheeky grin.

“We’ll see,” Severus replied, but there was a smile on his face as he closed his eyes and pulled Harry tight. Harry sighed as he snuggled further into his embrace: he supposed he had wedding planning to add to his to-do list now.