You are a Stud, Harry. (Ch.1) (Patreon)

Harry Potter, aged eighteen, was not the most ordinary young man in the world.

Despite Dursleys' best attempts to stomp out his 'freakishness', Harry had grown up accustomed to strange incidents happening to him with an alarming regularity.

Sometimes it was something he did: change the colour of someone's hair or teleport from the street up onto a building's roof. Those were bizarre but all in all not too distressing. Harry had learned to cope with them and, occasionally, even direct them to his benefit.

No, the other category of weird was far more troublesome to deal with. Harry, much to his horror, was a magnet to the kind of people that seemed to have no  understanding of personal space. Older women, to be more exact.

Every once in a while Harry would bump into a woman dressed in garishly coloured yet anachronistic robes and a pointy hat that was usually reserved for Halloween costume. Inevitably, the same sequence of events would follow.

The woman in question would regard Harry with an intense, hungry look that left him distinctly uncomfortable even when it came from the hot ones. Then, something about Harry would catch their attention, making their eyes widen. Then they would assault him.

Sometimes it was something as minor as groping or pinching his butt. Other times the women would proposition him outright, suggesting they seclude themselves for some semi-public sex.

And on one notable occasion, a Grade-A MILF, as Dudley later described her, who had been followed by her pink haired daughter, stuck her tongue down Harry's throat without so much as a greeting.

Her daughter, Harry remembered, had looked at them snogging with a kind of intense, envious interest that Harry was quite certain daughters usually didn't have about their mothers' love lives.

Yes, Harry definitely had the strangest luck when it came to women.

So when on his birthday a literal cat lady appeared on the doorstep of the apartment Dudley and Harry were renting and claimed that Harry was apparently a wizard….

Well, Harry wasn't too shocked by the revelation. He just had trouble wrapping his mind around one thing….

"You can't be serious." Harry said, shocked to finally have an explanation for all those thirsty ladies. "Wizards can't be that much rarer than witches."

He shook his head in disbelief.

The cat lady raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't aware you were such an expert on magical gender relations." Professor McGonagall said dryly. "And here I was led to believe that those god awful muggles raised you in complete ignorance."

Harry gave the woman a slight nod, conceding the point.

Professor McGonnagal was a beauty. Maybe not the magazine model kind of gorgeous, but the Scottish catgirl was certainly rocking the sexy teacher look. She wore robes that had been neatly tailored to fit and accentuate her figure without resorting to something as vulgar as blatantly showing off her skin. Her dark auburn hair was tied up in a strict bun and only a light touch of makeup had been applied to accentuate her natural beauty.

But the most eye-catching of Professor McGonnagal's features were, of course, her cat ears and amber eyes that distinguished Minerva McGonnagal's appeal as something very…exotic.

"Still, you have to admit it sounds…" Harry grappled for the appropriate word. "Implausible to have a whole separate culture where women outnumber men 100 to 1. What's stopping witches from just shacking up with muggle men?"

"Nothing technically. It's neither illegal nor particularly looked down on. However such dalliances generally don't go much further than some youthful fun. Those witches that seek motherhood, however, only go for the magical men. Or studs as they are often colloquially referred to."

Harry blushed. The closest thing to discussing sex with an attractive older woman was the sex ed class he had to suffer through, and the less said about that fiasco the better.

As it were, Harry couldn't help but squirm a little under her knowing gaze. Did Professor McGonnagal know that since they sat down, Harry had been trying very hard to keep his erection hidden.

There was just something so damnably erotic about McGonnagal's long fit legs wrapped in silk stockings.

"Do I need to explain the reasoning for such discrimination?" Professor McGonnagal prompted Harry with a gentle, understanding smile. Seeing his nod she continued. "If a witch and a muggle man procreate the chances of their child being born a squib, that is a child of a witch who doesn't possess magic, are much higher. If a witch wants to have hot breeding sex that could result in a nice healthy magical child, she goes for a likewise magical man."

"So they what…sit around hoping to catch the eye of one of those 'studs' and hope he decides to impregnate them?" Harry asked.

Professor McGonnagal laughed. It was little more than a brief chuckle, but for a moment it softened her severe features.

"Oh Morgana, no." Professor McGonnagal said with a smile. "Typically, either a coven of cooperating witches forms around a stud, or the man in question goes around impregnating willing witches." A fond expression appeared on her face. "Of course there are always exceptions."

"Oh?" Harry asked, oh so eloquently.

"Your father, James Potter, was quite the stud back in the day." McGonagall recalled with a distant look on her eyes. She licked her lips. "It's almost a wonder he had managed to graduate with how much time he spent keeping the lonely witches of Hogwarts company." She shook her head. "Everything changed when he got together with your mother. As far as I know, since their first date and until his death, James Potter had only had sex with Lily."

Harry thought about what he had just heard. In a span of a single conversation, he found out more about his family, his real family, than he did during the seventeen years he had spent with Vernon and Petunia.

Harry had so many questions, so many things he had wondered about….

But there was one big thing that worried Harry. One big dollop of shit in what otherwise promised to be a big barrel of honey.

Harry Potter was a virgin.

“I think you might be mistaken.” He started, his voice shy, his face blazing red with embarrassment. “I am not some sort of god’s gift to women, or ‘stud’ as it were. I am just Harry. I-I mean, I haven’t even been with a woman before. Kissing is about as far as I’ve ever been with a woman.”

Harry’s eyes kept darting from one corner of the tiny living room, to another, desperately avoiding meeting Minerva McGonnagal’s eyes.

“Mr. Potter.” Professor said, her voice low and suggestive. “Harry. You need not worry about lacking experience.”

The cat lady’s sultry words sent shivers running down Harry’s spine. His cock, which had already been erect for quite some time now, throbbed with desperate need to be unleashed from its cage of pants and trousers and unleashed upon the gorgeous pussy sitting so close to him.

Harry licked his suddenly dry lips and closed his eyes. This was a mistake. With less external stimuli to distract Harry, the urges grew harder and harder to ignore with every heartbeat.

Maybe Harry should-

Minerva McGonnagal grabbed Harry’s cock, leaving only a relatively thin layer of fabric separating Harry’s iron hard cock and McGonnagal’s soft hand.

Harry opened his eyes. Minerva was leaning over his seated form, her perfect perky breasts so tantalisingly close to his mouth. Her stiff nipples were begging to be played with, but Harry was too busy drinking in the rest of this magnificent sight.

Somehow, in a span of seconds, Minerva McGonnagal discarded most of her formal educator’s clothes, leaving only stockings, garter belt and choker on the mature woman.

Even as McGonagall continued to caress Harry’s pulsating dick, she whispered softly into his ear.

“Though I do not foresee any issues should you start your Hogwarts education as a virgin, for the sake of your peace of mind and my own private…satisfaction, I could make you into a man.” Minerva offered, one hand stroking Harry’s cock through the fabric of his jeans, while the other slowly tracing the lines of Harry’s jaw. “Would you like that?”

There was something hungry in McGonagall’s eyes. They were slitted like cat’s and had the same feline sense of predatory amusement.

Perhaps past experiences should have made Harry more resistant to the lascivious attentions of older women. Alas here and now they only made him more susceptible. Left alone with a gorgeous teacher in the privacy of the tiny apartment…was it any wonder Harry chose to give in?

“I’d like that.” Harry said.

A quick triumphant smile flashed across McGonagall’s face. In one swift, graceful motion, Minerva got on her knees, kneeling between Harry’s spread legs.

“Let’s see what we are working with.” She muttered, her voice thick with anticipation.

“Hwap!”

Harry’s mighty phallus smacked Minerva’s face, leaving behind a faint red mark and a smear of precum that had already started beading on the tip of his penis. For a moment Minerva couldn’t quite understand what she was looking at.

Now, the Headmistress was no stranger to giant cocks. Harry’s own father was no slouch in that department, doubly so after his Stag animagus form bled through into his human appearance. But Harry’s manhood was on another scale entirely.

The throbbing pillar of dark male sexuality cast a shadow over the stunned professor’s face. Its cockhead was dark purple and so large, Minerva could not imagine taking it into her throat. The shaft was throbbing with constant need, straining against its own skin .The mighty phallus twitched in the air, the strength of its erection at constant war with the tyranny of gravity.

Minerva McGonnagal licked her lips, feeling heat pool between her thighs. It was tempting to let her nimble fingers go wandering, to ease the desperate need growing in her wet pussy.

The Hogwarts Headmistress restrained herself if only barely. Right now was not about her own pleasure. It was about giving Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, a proper welcome into the Magical Society of Britain.

Without breaking eye contact with Harry, Minerva lowered her face to his scrotum and took a deep breath. Musk, heady and addictive, filled the witch’s nose and lungs, making her head spin and her pussy weep with arousal.

Smiling, McGonnagal licked her new student’s cock from the base to the very tip, tracing with her tongue the dark veins with the tip of her tongue, leaving behind a trail of saliva.

With a coy smile and no small amount of trepidation, Minerva McGonnagal captured Harry’s engorged cockhead in the seal of her lips and started to suckle it.

“Oooh.” Harry groaned in pleasure.

His muscles were tensed, caught up between the brutish male instincts Minerva’s slutty behaviour was stirring up and the hang ups acquired after eighteen years of modern upbringing. Something inside of Harry was screaming at him to grab Minerva by that strangely neat hair bun and force her to take more and more of his cock, until her tight little throat was bulging, straining to contain his man meat.

Harry was lucky Minerva had plenty of experience, or else this encounter would have quickly grown awkward.

Slowly and still keeping her gaze locked onto Harry’s, McGonagall bobbed her head up and down, each time swallowing more and more of Harry’s cock. Her lipstick marked her progress, the dark red circle moving ever closer to the base of Harry’s dick.

“Is this heaven?”  Harry thought as he threw his head back with a groan.

The cat Lady's throat felt divine. Warm and wet, it squeezed his penis so wonderfully, each spasm of her throat muscles sending waves of pleasure up and down Harry's spine.

He could feel his climax approaching. Harry may have been a virgin before today, but he had plenty of experience with 'self-care'. Unconsciously, Harry started pumping his hips, pistoning his cock in and out of McGonnagal's welcoming mouth.

Drool and ruined makeup ran down the Headmistress' face, but Minerva paid it no mind, and only increasing the pace with each she impaled her throat on Harry's cock.

Something stirred inside Harry. Some sort of primal instinct that had been dormant due to upbringing with the Dursleys started to slowly wake up, filling Harry's mind with urges and instincts of male dominion over the willing fertile female.

A sound reminiscent of a lion's roar burst out of Harry's mouth. He grabbed Minerva's head with both hands and thrust his hips forward, forcing the entirety of his phallus down the cat lady's gullet.

Minerva's eyes widened from the sudden intrusion. She gripped Harry's hips, but not in an effort to push him away. On the contrary, a heartbeat later Professor McGonnagal moved her hands to her student's buttocks and began helping him violate her throat.

"Glurgkh! Glurgkh! Glurgkh!"

Harry's balls slapped against his teacher's chin. Harry came, flooding McGonnagal's stomach with his hot semen. The pair of lovers stayed in the same position as Harry deposited rope after rope of semen, filling Minerva until she felt full.

Slowly, Harry withdrew his cock, leaving behind a trail of cum and letting Minerva taste his essence. The cat lady licked and sucked on Harry's cock, cleaning it up and relishing in the manly taste of his cum.

Shiver ran down Harry's spine, post nut clarity robbing him of that pleasant haze that robbed him of rationality replacing it with certainty of action.

For a moment Harry just stood there, his cock flopping half hard between his legs.

"Eh…" Harry started awkwardly, but Minerva McGonnagal interrupted him.

She stood up, somehow as elegant as a lady and yet as whorish as a call girl. With a wicked glint in her eyes, Minerva pushed Harry's chest making him fall back on the couch.

XxXxX

"He's so adorable, lying helpless. Both somewhat afraid and yearning for what I am about to do." Minerva thought, standing over Harry.

It was not the most natural arrangement for a witch to dominate a stud. There was something wicked and perverse about what Minerva was about to do. Her pussy moistened just thinking about it.

The Hogwarts Headmistress had no doubts that it was only a matter of time before Harry matured into a proper stud with either a proper coven supporting him or a gaggle of besotted witches following him around. Still there was some time before that.

Minerva had a chance to indulge in an almost forbidden pleasure. She was going to make the most of it.

With a hungry smile, Minerva moved to straddle her young lover. She grabbed his hands and pulled them above his head. The new pose put her chest right in front of Harry's eyes.

Minerva smiled when she saw her lover stare at her tits.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Minerva shut him up with a nipple.

"Shhh." Minerva cooed. "Let Mommy handle everything."

There was no mistaking Harry's blush or the way his cock twitched after he heard the word 'mommy'.

It was adorable.

Minerva started to move her hips back and forth, gliding her wet cunt over Harry's stiffening cock, slick with Minerva's saliva.

Shyly and slowly at first, but with greater and greater vigour, Harry started to suck and nibble on Minerva's tits.

"Yes. That's a good boy!" Minerva moaned.

She arched her back and raised her hips, positioning herself above Harry's iron hard cock.

"Ready, my boy?" She asked.

She saw the answer clear as day in Harry's emerald eyes. Before he could answer, Minerva let gravity take its course and fell on Harry's cock.

The young man's phallus speared her in an instant, immediately reaching her cervix and, more importantly, his amazing girth stretching her cunt so wonderfully.

Minerva groaned in pleasure, delighted to be truly filled.

"Fuck! You are so big!" She moaned and blushed slightly. She usually wasn't one for obscenities.

"Shit! You are so tight!" Harry groaned into Minerva's chest.

The Headmistress smiled, though her expression was strained. She was slowly adjusting to the size, rocking her hips back and forth even as her cervix all but made out with Harry's cock head.

Slowly but surely Minerva started riding her young lover, lifting herself up and then falling down. With each thrust she could feel her cunt being reshaped to be more suitable for Harry.

It was amazing - the way this inexperienced young man was subjugating Minerva without even trying. Minerva had been with many gifted young men - a privilege she had as the Headmistress of Hogwarts, but never before did she have a stud with such raw potential.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Minerva let out whimpers and small moans.

They were such a tight fit, Minerva could feel every throbbing vein as she fucked herself stupid on his penis.

With her rational mind affected by the haze of pleasure, Minerva failed to notice the change in Harry.

Slowly, his eyes hardened. Harry was not going to be anyone's dildo.

With a decisive thrust, Harry pushed past the entrance to McGonagall's womb.

The headmistress screamed, pain and pleasure mixing together.

The pair moved their bodies against one another, grinding and pressing them together. Minerva's soft tits pressed against Harry's hard muscular chest. Her warm, inviting cunt wrapped tightly around Harry's iron hard penis.

Harry rushed forth, breaking out of Minerva's grip. He grabbed the cat lady by her hair and pressed his lips against hers.

He kissed her, his lips and tongue moving with more passion and enthusiasm rather than skill, but Minerva, too occupied by the dick in her womb, wasn't much of an opponent.

The pair of lovers settled in a balance that didn't last long.

Minerva broke the kiss and whispered, her voice hot and needy:

"Cum in me. Flood my womb with your hot delicious seed!" She whined softly and bit Harry's earlobe.

The sudden burst of pain was all it took to push Harry over the edge. With a groan of contented pleasure, Harry seeded the fertile pussy riding him. The flood was too much and too quickly for Minerva's poor abused womb. Before long it was full, leaving Minerva looking pregnant.

The pair of lovers basked in the afterglow, enjoying the warmth of each others' bodies and the pleasure of their intimacy.

Suddenly the apartment door opened.

Before the two lovers could cover themselves up, a figure, familiar to Harry, stepped into the living room.

Dudley Dursley stared at his cousin and his mature lover. Cat ears were a tad weird but there was only one thing the lad could say to his cousin and roommate.

"Nice!" Dursley grinned and offered a fist.

For a moment Harry and Minerva stared at the fist, before Harry, exasperated but amused, bumped it.

"Men." Minerva scoffed, but there was no hiding the way the corners of her mouth curved in mild amusement.