Harry Potter’s harem - The Lust Potion (Patreon)

In one of the many secret chambers of Hogwarts was a girl in full swing of brewing a semi illegal potion.

It wasn’t illegal to brew or use, for an authorized witch or wizard. But for one who wasn’t authorized it could cost several fines, an even expulsion from Hogwarts university.

But for Romilda Vane this was all small matters. In fact, she cared not for it. She was determined and she was willing to risk it all to get it done.

The potion was complicated, and required a long list of ingredients that all should in the potion in the correct order. One of such ingredients were the pubic hairs of the witch brewing it - cut off while she was ovulating at a full moon. That required timing. But Romilda was in luck.

Other ingredients were more easily obtained.

Such as essence of passion fruit, golden rose leaves, and the blood of a white stag.

It took over a week to brew.

And finally it was ready to be finished. It only required one last ingredient, but this part was tricky. It was tricky, because she was supposed to brew the last part naked, and sweating prefusely… all in order to get herself worked up.

Romilda was standing with the book in one hand, and her wand in the other.

“Okay…! The love potion was a dud. So now we up the game with a Lust Potion…”

Romilda danced over the cauldron with the bubbling elixir inside.

It looked as described in the text and she was standing over it, with her ass making huge circles around it.

The last ingredient was the love fluid of a woman in heat. And that she had in spades, but it had to come directly from the source. The book was very specific. You couldn’t collect it and then put it in later. She had to produce it on the spot and let it drip into the brew.

Also, she couldn’t masturbate it out. She had to dance it out.

Romilda swung her gorgeous and perfect ass round and round and she twerked over the cauldron, and soon enough, the pussy began dripping with the fluids of love. They fell into the cauldron and when it shifted from turquoise to pink, it had gotten enough.

Romilda looked at the brew that no longer shined a pale green blueish glare up at her skin, but instead a pink glare.

Romilda was a little exhausted, she was sweating and the sweat was falling into the cauldron’s brew, but this would not harm the elixir at all. In fact it was only strengthening it. In the book it stood… the more love juice and sweat… the more vigorous the lover will become.

“Just… just you wait Harry Potter!… I am gonna become Mrs Romilda Potter by any means necessary…”

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Harry James Potter was the most desired bachelor in the entire university. He was very hot and to all the girls who wanted him, he was the unicorn they all wanted to ride.

He had a ton of groupies, and Romilda was dead set on becoming his most desired lover and future wife.

In the Gryffindor common hall she found Harry sitting with some of his Gryffindor girls around him. They were all giggling at his jokes.

Harry was drinking a glass of pumpkins juice.

Romilda had a glass of pumpkin juice in her hand as well. She drank from it so it had the same amount in it as Harry’s. She then pulled out a small bottle with a pink fluid inside. She opened it and poured it into the juice. Then she walked over to Harry at the couch.

“Hi, Harry…” she said this with her most seductive voice. She placed her glass right next to Harrys.

“Hi Romilda,” Harry said. He looked her in the eyes. Romilda loved his eyes. Those green eyes would look so well in their many children’s eyes.

“Harry, what do I have to do and say for you to take me to your room and violently fuck me into oblivion?”

Harry smiled and looked up at her.

“Romilda, I… I like you, I really do but… I already have so many girlfriends… and really you… you should look for someone else than me.”

“Harry… I want you, and no one else… come and find me, when you finally give in. I promise I will let you do absolutely everything you want.”

Romilda blinked at him and took her glass and left him.

Harry took his own glass and took a good sip of it.

It tasted good… even better than he remembered. He downed it all and then placed it on the table again.

Harry blinked.

His body felt a familiar and powerful urge rise inside. It started as a subtle voice in his head, but soon it was a roaring, thundering flood that ran through his bloodstreams. And the urge was too fuck. He wanted to fuck so badly that he almost couldn’t contain himself.

But he didn’t wanna fuck just anybody… he wanted to fuck one single woman in the world…

Harry stood up!

“Romilda! Romilda Vane!”

Romilda had only walked over to the other wall, but she turned smilingly towards him.

“Yes, Harry?”

Harry marched over to her.

“I have changed my mind, I wanna fuck you, and I wanna fuck you right now!”

Romilda smiled.

“Okay… on one condition.”

“Name it!” Harry said.

“I am to be your girlfriend and future wife.”

“Done!”

Romilda placed her arms around his neck and jumped up so her gorgeous legs encircled Harry’s body.

“Then let’s go and fuck.”

Harry pretty much ran while carrying her in his arms like a peach. When he finally made his way to his room, he landed on the bed with Romilda under him. Romilda was smiling all the time and when she and Harry finally were naked they pretty much lounged at each other like a pair of fierce carnivores.

Romilda had properly thought the first thing Harry wanted was to shove his cock down her throat to sorta… establish his dominance over her.

But here she was wrong. Harry threw her to her back, lifted her legs up high and spread them wide - a good thing Romilda was very flexible.

Harry aligned his cock with her crevice, and then… he shoved it deep inside her trembling pussy. All the way to his base.

This made Romilda gasp and clench her toes in her shoes.

“Oh… OHHHH FUUUUUCK!” Romilda screamed at her mirror in the canopy bed. But this did nothing to halter her lover.

High on her lust potion, Harry began to ravage and fuck Romilda in ways Romilda had never even imagined.

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Dawn came creeping into the bedroom of Harry Potter.

Romilda had at this point lost all count on how many times Harry had sprayed his sperm into her. She had lost recollection of how many orgasms she herself had enjoyed… In fact… the last night stood like a blur to her.

The only reason she knew it had truly happened was because… it was still going on.

In a feeble and unsuccessful attempt to get a little sleep, Romilda had turned to her stomach, but Harry had simply lifted her perfect ass up in the air, and begun to fuck her face into the mattress. She was completely mind blown. Her mouth was open and she was drooling out on the sheets.

“Ha-Ha… Hah… Harry… it’s… it’s dawn…”

“I am sorry Romilda… but I can’t stop!”

Romilda in the ruin that was her mind cursed herself and the lust potion. She had clearly made it too powerful.

Harry sank his cock deep down into her as long as he was… given he was larger than average by many inches… This was a true test to Romilda’s internal organs.

Romilda had no power over her body now, and her brain was so pumped with orgasmic chemicals that she ended up cumming without her even knowing.

Harry, for the gods knew whichever time, shot his sperm deep inside her womb, and made her pussy overflow with his sperm.

Harry pulled his cock from her, and with the sound of a plunger, Romilda began shaking all over her body.

Harry fell backwards on the mattress.

He was still hard as steel and he was still good to go.

“Oh for fucks sake, what the hell is going on???”

There was a knock on the door.

Harry stood up and walked over to the door to his bedroom. He opened up, and there stood none other than…

“Hermione?”

Harry’s curly maned girlfriend gave him a good morning kiss. Just before she did, he saw she wasn’t alone. She was with his other girlfriends Ginny Weasley, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.

Hermione’s tongue flew into his mouth. Not with the usual tenderness, but with an almost direct and stiff investigating motion into his tongue and gums.

Hermione stopped kissing him and nodded.

“A lust potion… I can taste it. That is why Harry jumped her yesterday.”

“What?” Harry said.

The girls walked into his bedroom.

“Romilda Vane has drugged you with a lust potion.” Said Ginny when she walked up to the ass belonging to Romilda.

“Parvati said she saw her with a small bottle of pink fluid… it was clearly an attempt to get you to fuck her.” Hermione looked at the mess that was Romilda.

“And it worked.” Parvati was a little sad and happy at the same time.

“Yes, but it worked too well!” Hermione scolded. “Lust Potions are very dangerous if not brewed correctly. Just one drop of sweat or pussy juice is too much and it will take several women to calm the potion’s effect.”

Harry was pushed down onto the bed again.

Hermione mounted him. He felt her align her pussy. She was not wearing panties underneath her nightgown.

“So… we are here to help you out, my love…”

Hermione sank down on her boyfriend's cock.

“Mmmmh, that’s the stuff…”

But even with four girls extra could the potion be undone. Eventually the girls all had to give up, and an owl was quickly sent to Professor Minerva McGonagall. She came running to Harry’s room, and walked inside.

Here she saw Harry for the millionth time (or so it felt) empty his balls down Parvati’s throat.

Ginny, Lavender, Romilda and Hermione all laid in the bed… fucked out of their minds.

Parvati had been the one to request help from the professor who when she received the message had run to Harry’s dorm and made entrance with magic.

She now stood in the room, and quickly began to undress.

“Oh for heaven's sake…”

As Parvati sank onto the mattress, in orgasmic bliss and with a stomach full of sperm, Harry was met with Minerva McGonagall's gorgeous body.

The insatiable and unstoppable witch gave Harry a run for his potion, and as the other girls slowly returned to sanity, they saw Minerva ride Harry, wilder and wilder. They became aware that they were well out of their league in this matter.

They all made their exits and after 3 long days with lustful howlings and wild cries of ecstasy, did Minerva McGonagall finally exit Harry’s room.

She was naked and carried her dress in front of her. Her living quarters were right next to the Gryffindor halls, and she pretty much seemed to be completely careless about everything in the world.

She was smiling and her hair was hanging loose from her head, something none of the girls had ever seen before.

“Harry is sleeping. You can go in and cuddle him now.”

All the girls looked at Minerva with renewed respect.

Single-handedly and for 3 long days, did she fuck Harry on the lust potion and… survived???

“Uh, Professor… are you alright?”

“Fine, my dear Granger,” Minerva said. “I am perfectly fine… in fact… I haven’t been this well fucked since…”

She paused and smiled.

“Well… Go in and cuddle Harry… he sure deserves it. Oh and uh… Romilda…”

Romilda bit her lip.

“150 points for Gryffindor… for excellent brewing… and also… you get 2 weeks detention… for intoxicating Harry Potter with your potion.”

Romilda had a tic under her eye as Minerva left them.

“Serves you right.” Said Ginny. “What the heck were you even thinking?”

“Aw who cares. I am Harry’s girlfriend and that is all that matters.”

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The End.