Cultivating Pleasure Chapter 11 (Patreon)

It was unusual to see the Potter garden at Godric’s Hollow empty as the sun reached its apex in the sky. Normally, Harry would still be out here finishing his daily work or experimenting with some new type of fertiliser or spell to improve the growth of his garden, but he wasn’t there. Neither was Lily, who enjoyed spending the summer months basking in the sun and growing her own potion ingredients.

The house was quiet too. There was no sign of Lily’s bubbling cauldrons or any sounds of her cooking in the kitchen. In fact, there was no sign of her anywhere throughout the house. The only noise was coming from Harry’s room, and that was only the frustrated groans of a man uncertain about something terribly important.

Harry held up two shirts in his hands and glared at them. An opened trunk rested on his bed in front of him. Despite already being magically expanded to be nearly three times its original size, there was barely any room left in it. His broomstick took up a decent chunk of space, as did several Quidditch balls and a golden snitch. A few books were crammed against the side of the trunk, and several empty jars that Harry planned to fill with various soils and sands from the Maldives were next to them. His clothes were piled messily on top of everything else, leaving them crumpled.

The stack of things in his trunk already sat above the lip of the opening. He was sure that he'd be able to make it fit if he squeezed it very tightly, but he’d prefer to avoid accidentally damaging any of his stuff. Besides, he figured that there was a decent chance of him finding something interesting he’d like to take home from his vacation, so it’d be best if he had a little bit of extra space in his trunk for that.

Honestly, he should have listened to his mum when she suggested he go out and buy a second trunk to bring with him. The trunks would be shrunken down, so it was no hassle to take an extra one. The only issue was their high price, but Harry could just afford it with the money Narcissa had sent him for doing such a good job fixing the mess Draco had made of the garden at Malfoy Manor. Unfortunately, he’d left packing to the last minute. They were leaving on the trip in two days, and a trip to Diagon Alley would put him behind on all of the projects he needed to make sure were under stasis for his return.

So, he was left trying to figure out how he could make more space. His all-black shirt was very nice, but impractical unless they were going to go to a fancy supper at some point during their stay. His green tank top would be nice to wear while walking along the beach, but he already had a couple others in different colours in his trunk. 

After a moment’s thought, Harry tossed aside the green tank top and stuffed his black one back into his trunk. He pushed down on everything again, hoping that this time it’d go down enough that he could stop bothering with this stupid task.

Harry tried closing the lid, and he nearly got the latch on, but then he heard a crunch. 

“Fuck off,” Harry muttered under his breath as he lifted the lid back up. 

One of his spare notebooks he used to record his herbology findings had shifted places and snapped one of his quills in half. 

Furiously, Harry threw the broken quill to the far corner of his room and slammed the lid back down. This time, it snapped closed with a satisfying click.

“Finally,” Harry sighed, but the moment he did, he heard a hoot come from his window.

He glanced up to see a very pretty, brown-and-black-feathered eagle-owl. It cocked its head to the side as it looked at his face, and then it stuck out its leg, showing off the scroll of parchment attached to it.

“Who do you belong to?” Harry asked curiously as he grabbed an owl treat from the bag on his desk he used to keep Hedwig from stealing his snacks when she visited his room. He tossed the treat to the owl as he untied the letter. 

The second the owl finished the treat, it suddenly took off into the open skies and flew away from Harry.

Harry unfurled the parchment and quickly read the contents.

Dear Mr Potter,

My friend, Narcissa Malfoy, has expressed to me just how much of a talented green thumb you have. Apparently, you’ve been able to satisfy her garden unlike any other has. Like her, I too find myself in need of some assistance in that regard. 

I would greatly appreciate it if you could visit my manor this afternoon and aid me as you aided her. Tardiness will not be appreciated.

Sincerely,

Anastasia Greengrass

Harry hummed as he read the letter. Narcissa had told him that she was considering referring him to her friends if he did a good job, but he’d assumed that she had solely meant referring him for his herbology talents. 

First of all, there was no way that the incredible Greengrass family required his help in any herbology work; they were the largest producer of magical plants in all of Britain. Dozens of shops, businesses, and hospitals relied on Greengrass Gardens for their herbology needs. The Greengrass family had produced a great number of notable herbologists over the centuries, and any herbologist worth their salt dreamed of working for them one day.

Harry could count himself among that number. Greengrass Gardens has resources and connections that normal herbology-supply businesses simply didn’t. Just the chance to work with foreign plants was enough to get any would-be herbologist excited.

As much as Harry would like to believe that Anastasia was writing to him because of his talents in herbology, the way this letter read implied something different entirely. She wanted what he did to Narcissa.

Fucking his potential future boss wasn’t exactly what he’d expected to do this summer, but at this rate, he really shouldn’t be surprised. It seemed as though fate was trying to get him laid as much as possible, and there was little he had to do about it for it to happen.

Harry set the parchment down on his desk and paused in thought. He’d seen pictures of Anastasia Greengrass before, and she was quite attractive. Tall, blond, and slim with striking features. It was a wonder that she still remained single all these years after her husband’s untimely death.

The thought of fucking another woman again sent a thrill up Harry’s spine, but he also recognised another desire in his mind: the hope that he’d get to sneak a peak inside of one of the famed Greengrass Greenhouses. 

The greenhouses at their manor were legendary. They were said to be filled with exotic plants from all over the globe that few herbologists dared to try to tame. There were even stories that the Greengrass family had plants that were believed to be extinct in their greenhouses. Even if that last bit wasn’t true, just being able to see it all for himself would be a great treat. Outside of the Hogwarts Greenhouses, he hadn’t seen any truly impressive ones.

It wasn’t hard to make the decision to go.

After double checking that his trunk was still secure, Harry used a fast-acting cleaning spell on himself to wipe away any dirt or sweat that had accumulated and threw on a nice robe before he hurried over to the kitchen. He found a scrap bit of parchment and scribbled a note to his mum letting her know that he was heading out for the afternoon, and then he hurried into the fireplace.

“Greengrass Manor!” Harry called out loudly as he slammed a handful of floo powder down in the fireplace.

The familiar pull of being sucked down a giant drain, spinning, and being surrounded by rushing wind filled Harry with nausea for just a moment before he found himself spat out the other end.

Harry came flying out into a grand corridor lined with rich tapestries and potted plants. His feet skidded across the polished wood floor before he stumbled onto a soft red rug that helped him stabilise his footing.

He’d barely gotten a hold of himself when a popping sound announced the arrival of a house-elf.

“You must be Mr Harry Potter,” a female house-elf bowed lowly. “My name is Hobsy, the Greengrass family’s house-elf.”

Harry was glad to see that Hobsy looked clean, healthy, and well cared for—many pure-blood families didn’t treat their house-elves well enough in Harry’s opinion. She had green livery with floral motifs that magically danced around the uniform. In a way, it reminded Harry of how garden snakes slithered around plants.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hobsy,” Harry said as he crouched down to meet the house-elf’s gaze more easily. “I received a letter—”

“Yes, from Lady Anastasia!” Hobsy exclaimed excitedly. “She’d been most looking forward to your visit. She’s in the greenhouse right now; she said you’d be happy to meet her there.”

Would he ever! Harry figured that he was going to have to come up with some way to convince her to let him see the greenhouses, but if he was meeting her there, maybe he’d misread her intentions in the letter.

“I definitely would be,” Harry confirmed eagerly. “Where are they?”

“I’ll show you the way,” Hobsy replied quickly as she spun around comically on her heels before planting her feet in her desired direction. 

She started off hurrying down the corridor, humming happily as she went. Harry followed her, but his gaze was constantly drawn to the various potted plants that dotted the corridor. All of them were held under stable weather charms, which modified the temperature and climate in a very localised area to allow the plants to flourish in their native environments. He spotted honking daffodils—thankfully under a silencing charm—Mimbulus mimbletonia, and asphodel growing all around him. 

In short, it was breathtaking. Back at home, Harry only managed to cultivate a select few plants each year. He was able to host a few more at Hogwarts, but nothing would compare to what the Greengrass family was capable of. 

Ivy crept up various walls, surrounding portraits displaying herbologists happily working in fields and greenhouses. Cowbane was kept in a carefully-enchanted pot, as its leaves were known to be quite poisonous. There were even miniature Wiggentrees, which had their bark used in the famous Wiggenweld healing potion. 

If this was what the manor had to offer, Harry couldn’t wait to see the greenhouses.

Thankfully, it was only a short walk to the back of the manor. A set of large doors sat open, revealing the rolling hills beyond. 

Harry paused as he stared outside. The rolling hills looked normal enough from a distance, but once his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, he was able to detect an unmistakable magical shimmer to them. It only took another second for those subtle blue sparks to show up, and that was when Harry realised what was going on.

“Are the entire manor grounds under a climate-control charm?” Harry gasped in astonishment.

Hobsy nodded her head with clear pride on her face. “The Greengrass family wards maintain control over it; they’ve stood for over four-hundred years now. It’s how Lady Anastasia is able to harvest plants year round.”

“Amazing,” Harry said breathlessly. 

He could see tall trees covered in Horklumps—they were small magical creatures that were attracted to places imbued with magic, such as magical plants and trees. Fire seed bushes burned atop one of the hills, as they would for as long as the plant remained alive. A group of Jobberknolls pecked Lovage seeds that were scattered about, inevitably digesting them and then spreading the seeds further around the grounds.

Hobsy had to tug at Harry’s hand to get him to follow her outside. It was all so magical and beautiful that it was hard for him to tear his eyes away. 

Eventually though, one sight made him do so.

It was perhaps wrong to simply refer to the Greengrass Greenhouses as such. Or, perhaps it was right to only identify them with the Greengrass moniker before them because there was no greater greenhouse that Harry had ever seen in his life. Even the Hogwarts Greenhouses didn’t do these ones justice. 

The first greenhouse Harry spotted was massive. It easily stood fifteen, or maybe even twenty, metres tall. Thick panes of glass encased this massive greenhouse. It was much more wide than it was long, and the rounded roof looked absolutely gorgeous in the early afternoon light. There was a larger dome atop the centre of the greenhouse, which Harry could see was being used to house a massive tree. The entire greenhouse had a slight green tinge to it, reflecting the plants within.

Hobsy led Harry right up to the front door to the greenhouse. “Have a nice time,” she said happily to Harry. “Lady Anastasia said she’d call me again when you were ready to depart. I hope you two have a lovely conversation.”

Harry could only nod as his awestruck expression refused to leave his face. He couldn’t even form any words at this moment. He barely registered Hobsy popping away as he walked into the Greenhouse.

Instantly, a wave of warmth washed over Harry. It was pleasant, like he’d spent the day working out in the hot sun, but it was quickly clear that he’d need to take off his nice outer robes. He shed them, leaving him in a light set of trousers and a button-up shirt, and he magically shrunk the robe before stuffing it into his pocket.

Once he was past the small entry corridor, Harry reached the plants within. All around him, various differently-coloured soils rested in the ground in neat plots. Each plot seemed to hold two to eight different plants within them, and to Harry’s jubilation, he couldn’t even recognise half of them. He wondered if these were some of the supposedly extinct plants the Greengrass family was said to have or if they were just rare plants he was unfamiliar with.

As he leaned down to examine a black-coloured flowering plant, a voice broke him from his musings.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Harry’s back suddenly straightened as he turned to face the woman walking towards him. Like him, she’d chosen to wear lighter clothing inside here. She had a pale yellow skirt that clung to her legs and a sleeveless, white halter top on. Her cheekbones stood out prominently on her heart-shaped face. Her blond hair was tied up into a tight bun at the back of her head other than a few stray strands that framed her face. 

Quite frankly, the photos Harry had seen of her didn’t do her justice.

But regardless of her beauty, there was nothing that could tear him away from this plant.

“It is,” Harry smiled encouragingly at her. “What is it, exactly?”

“I’m not surprised you don’t know it,” Anastasia replied smoothly as she came up beside Harry. She reached out with her fingers to the black stem of the plant and just barely touched it. When she pulled her fingers back, a trail of thick, black smoke trailed behind her fingers. “It’s a wondrous plant simply called Yana, which means black. It’s a big mess to import due to how sensitive it is to being touched by anything, but the magical community of Peru managed to use it to make Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder.”

Harry knew that product; it was something that Fred and George Weasley sold at their joke shop in Diagon Alley.

“It’s amazing,” Harry said as he reached out to touch it. The surface of the plant felt chalky, and as he pulled his fingers away, he was amazed to see a trail of smoke follow his fingers. He drew loops in the air and even tried to write his name, but the residue left his fingers after only a couple of seconds.

“I’m hoping to start harvesting it here in Britain soon,” Anastasia explained. “Apparently, it’s also used in inks and clothing in Peru, but those products haven’t quite reached our shores yet. With a bit of work on my part, I’m hoping to be able to drum up some demand for it here.”

“That’d be incredible,” Harry sighed happily as he examined the plant from every angle. “I know some people who’d be interested in getting their hands on some.”

“Like yourself, for instance?” Anastasia asked, amusement in her tone.

He couldn’t deny that. “It wasn’t who I had in mind, but if you’re insisting,” Harry replied teasingly.

“Perhaps another time, once I’ve managed to expand the number of Yana plants I have growing,” Anastasia said noncommittally. “But I’ve called you here today for another reason.”

Harry nodded. “So I saw in the letter.”

“Narcissa visited me the other day—we’re old friends, you know,” Anastasia began to explain. “And I couldn’t help but notice how unusually happy she was. I figured Lucius must have left on a trip again, but then she got this coy little smile on her lips when I asked about him. It didn’t take long for her to reveal to me what the two of you actually got up to while her husband was waiting inside for her.”

Anastasia laughed lightly then and shook her head. “Narcissa always was a wild one, but then again, she’s helped me broaden my horizons before. Knowing my disdain for most of the incompetent gentlemen I’ve been with since my husband’s passing, she suggested that I call on you to pay me a visit. She insinuated that you might be able to reach a very deep itch inside of me.”

So, it was about sex after all. Truthfully, a small part of Harry was a little saddened that she didn’t invite him here about his herbology talents, but that pain was overshadowed by his interest in Anastasia.

With all of the women he’d been with, none of them were herbologists. It felt a little silly to him, but the fact that Anastasia was such a renowned herbologist with a clear talent for the subject made him feel more attracted to her than he otherwise would have been. She was a competent witch in his field of study, and seeing her in her element like this turned him on.

“I might be able to help with that,” Harry told her with a sly smile. “I take it she explained everything that happened then?”

“She said she’d never had an orgasm half as good with anyone else,” Anastasia answered excitedly. “I’ll be honest, just hearing her story has had me wound up tight since then. And seeing you here now is filling me with a fire that’s screaming at me to pin you on your back and mount you.”

Merlin, she had a way with words. Already, Harry was starting to harden in his trousers. The hungry looks she was giving him didn’t hurt either.

“I want you, Harry,” Anastasia purred. Her hands grabbed the base of her skirt, and she slowly started teasing the soft material up her creamy thighs. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man, so I want to ride your cock until that itch inside of me is satisfied. Does that sound alright to you?”

“Absolutely,” Harry grinned back at her. His eyes were locked to her thighs, desperate to catch a glimpse of her pink pussy there. However, Anastasia stopped just before she reached that point.

“Come with me then,” she winked at him before dropping her skirt back down and turning on her heels.

Harry followed Anastasia’s swaying arse as she led him deeper into the greenhouse to a warmer section of it. It was a damp heat in here, clearly done to allow for the nearby jungle plants to thrive. The plants were arranged in a beautiful circle, and in the centre of it was a delicate fountain that was very slowly misting water into the air. There were benches placed around the fountain, just close enough to allow a few droplets of water to form along the edges of them. 

Anastasia drew her wand and muttered a spell. Then, one of the benches suddenly shifted into a comfortable-looking chaise.

“Go on and sit down,” Anastasia told Harry as she stepped out of his path. 

As he stepped parallel with her, she suddenly snapped her wand towards him. Harry barely had time to react before he found himself lifted a couple feet into the air. Then, his clothes all started sliding off of his body and folding themselves up into a neat pile before he was deposited onto the chaise.

Anastasia giggled lightly. “Sorry about that, but I figured you’d be more comfortable naked in this warm room.”

He was, he supposed. 

“I could have taken my clothes off on my own, you know,” Harry pointed out.

“But where would the fun in that be?” Anastasia replied playfully. “Now, get positioned on the edge.”

Harry scooted himself forward to be seated at the edge of the chaise. He was able to recline and rest himself against the back of the chaise. His cock was hard and pointed right up at the ceiling, and Anastasia’s eyes were all over it.

“Just as big and nice as she said,” Anastasia murmured to herself as she subconsciously licked her lips. 

Eventually, she turned away from him and hiked her skirt back up to around her waist. Her arse was perfectly round and jiggly as she backed up to reach him. Harry spread his legs wide open, and she nestled herself between them before she bent forward to show herself off completely to him.

With her arse cheeks spread apart, Harry could see both Anastasia’s winking arsehole and her pink pussy on full display. Her pink lips were damp with moisture, and she only had a short patch of hair above her pussy. 

Harry couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to touch her. He ran his finger down her lips, collecting a small amount of her juices on it, and just barely grazed her clit. 

Anastasia’s thighs trembled slightly. “Line yourself up with me,” she told him. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Reluctantly, Harry’s fingers left her pussy, and he instead grabbed his cock and tilted it forward. His bulbous head brushed across her lips, and he saw Anastasia tense up slightly. Then, he positioned his cock perfectly against her tiny hole so that Anastasia could sink down onto it whenever she was ready.

Taking a deep breath, Anastasia slowly began to lower herself onto him. Her tight pussy struggled to stretch itself around his thick cock, but after a bit of coaxing, she managed to get more than just the head inside of her. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Harry groaned as he grabbed onto her arsecheeks. 

Anastasia basked in his words as she glanced back at him over her shoulder with a sly smile. “You’d better enjoy this as much as I will,” she told him. “Your cock feels like it’s going to split me in two.”

Harry barely registered her words; he was too focused on the intense tightness and heat of her pussy to really care. 

Anastasia kept working her way down as her pussy drooled around Harry’s cock. Each inch felt tighter than the last, and Harry loved every second of it. By the time Anastasia was fully sat down on his lap, Harry’s cock was already throbbing inside of her.

“Merlin, that’s nice,” Anastasia moaned and she moved her hips in a small circle. She was stirring Harry’s cock around inside of her pussy like she was trying to make a potion. She gave a little giggle. “I feel so full.”

Ever so slightly, she raised her hips and exposed the base of Harry’s cock to the air. Then, she dropped back down and let out another moan.

A couple of minutes passed as Anastasia took the opportunity to just rock against Harry and help her pussy adjust to his girth. Harry was more than pleased to lean back and watch Anastasia’s arse swirl on top of his lap, but he wanted to do more than just focus on his pleasure.

Harry leaned forward then, pressing his muscled chest against Anastasia’s back and reached around her waist with one arm. He let his fingertips ghost across her thighs before he found where their bodies met. Then, it was a simple matter to work his fingers up to where her clit was and apply just the lightest amount of pleasure—

“Oh fuck,” Anastasia said before she bit her lip and let out a quiet squeal of pleasure. Her knees snapped together and her pussy clenched up around his cock as Harry continued to touch her.

Harry had to wonder if any of the other men she’d fucked in recent years had ever bothered to care about her pleasure at all. He’d barely touched her for more than a few seconds and she was already turning into putty in his hands. Her breathy moans came faster as his fingers became more practised with the exact amount of pressure she liked to be touched with, and her pussy was already starting to pulse around his cock.

Suddenly though, Anastasia smacked his hands away.

“Too much,” she gasped for air. “I don’t want to finish yet; I’ve never been good about lasting more than one orgasm, and your cock is so big that I’m not sure it’ll fit after I cum.”

“Understood,” Harry chuckled and reclined back.

Anastasia took a moment to recover her breath before she went back to rocking against him. Her movements were slow at first, but eventually she started to add some vertically to them.

Watching Anastasia’s beautiful arse rise up and her pussy lips cling to his cock was a wonderful sight to watch. Harry had to hold himself back from flipping her over onto her hands and knees and just pounding into her until he came; he wanted to do just that, but it wasn’t what Anastasia wanted. Other than wanting to please her, he also felt like he owed it to Narcissa to put on an excellent show. After all, if she was willing to recommend him to Anastasia, just who else could she get him with?

Anastasia quickly became comfortable with riding Harry’s cock thanks to the amount of time she spent with it buried completely inside of her. She was able to smoothly ride most of the way up his shaft before she’d drop her arse back down onto him and then repeat the cycle all over again.

Harry felt like he was in heaven as Anastasia rode him. Being surrounded by all of these beautiful plants in a hot room with a hot witch on his lap was a fantasy of his, and finally being able to fulfil it made him incredibly excited.

However, the heat of the room was also starting to get to Harry, making him feel a little dizzy due to it and the stimulation around his cock. It was so much that he didn’t hear the slight creak of the greenhouse door open. Anastasia made no sign of hearing it either over the sounds of her moans and her arse smacking off of Harry’s lap. 

It wasn’t until a new figure walked into the room in front of them that they both realised they had a guest, one that was the spitting image of Anastasia.

“Oh, Daphne dear, I’m a little busy here,” Anastasia couldn’t help but moan as she dropped her weight entirely onto Harry’s lap. His cock slammed all the way into her pussy, and the embarrassment at being caught out like this made her tighten up around him fiercely. She failed to pull her skirt down, so she just brought her knees together and covered her crotch with her crossed arms.

“Seriously?” Daphne Greengrass raised an eyebrow at her mum. “You’re fucking Potter?”

“It’s just a casual thing,” Anastasia explained quickly. “Maybe we can talk more about this after—”

“Save it,” Daphne rolled her eyes. “Enjoy your boy toy; Astoria and I are going off to Diagon Alley. We’ll be back by supper.”

“Have fun,” Anastasia called out to Daphne’s retreating back. She waited until she heard the Greenhouse door close before she turned back to Harry with pink cheeks. “That could have gone better.”

“It could have gone a lot worse too,” Harry pointed out, feeling his own blush light up his cheeks. He was having flashbacks to when Hermione caught him with Emma and Pandora not too long ago. He supposed it was a bit better this time since his cock was hidden inside of Anastasia’s pussy instead of being in her mouth.

“I suppose you’re right,” Anastasia sighed. “Merlin, supper’s going to be hellish tonight.”

“I’m sure you’ll find some way to save it,” Harry answered awkwardly. He wasn’t exactly sure how to deal with this situation. He knew Daphne vaguely; the two of them had spoken a couple of times before about their Herbology, Potions, and Charms studies, but he’d hardly call them friends. Most of what he knew about her personality came from rumours around Hogwarts and her trademark moniker: ‘Ice Queen.’

“A problem for later,” Anastasia grimaced. She rocked her arse against him, reminding Harry that his cock was still deep inside of her pussy. “For now, I want to get back to this. I haven’t had a cock this perfect in years, and I expect to cum before our fun is through.”

Trying to bring the mood back, Harry spanked Anastasia’s arse playfully and thrust his hips up against her. “Then let’s get you there,” he said.

Anastasia leaned forward again and balanced her hands on his knees so that she could ride back up his cock. 

As she worked her way back into the flow of things, Harry realised that she wasn’t taking things quite as slow as before. Her movements had a high degree of urgency to them. Whether that was because she was worried about being walked in on again or if she really was just that desperate to orgasm, Harry didn’t know, but he didn’t really care one way or the other. What was important was that it felt bloody amazing to have this beautiful witch riding his cock.

Anastasia’s speed built up as she grew more and more confident. She didn’t even slow down when she reached up to let her hair loose. Her long, straight, blond hair fell out of the bun like a fan and started bouncing around wildly as she bounced on Harry’s cock.

Harry had to bite his lip to help keep himself under control. Watching Anastasia’s tight pussy engulf his cock again and again was just too stimulating to watch. The sound of her arse smacking off of his thighs acted like a metronome, and each time she reached the base of his cock, she’d tighten up for just a brief hint of a second. 

It was torturous holding back from his own orgasm, but he needed to do it. He wanted Anastasia to cum on his cock, so he was willing to hold out however long it took.

Determined to succeed, Harry forced his mind off of Anastasia’s glorious pussy as it tried to squeeze his seed out of him. Each time she slammed down on his cock, he just squeezed her arse and focused on the greenery around him. 

His technique was working. While he was holding his ground, Anastasia’s moans grew louder and wilder. Her pussy squelched from how wet it was when she dropped onto his cock, and he could feel her arms shaking as she tried to stay stable on his lap.

But her best wasn’t enough.

Suddenly, Anastasia’s arms gave out and her legs started to shake.

“Fuck, so close,” she whined as she tried to get back to riding him, but the pleasure she was experiencing was stopping her from being able to ride him anymore.

So, Harry took matters into his own hands.

He acted before his mind had the time to process anything. He scooped Anastasia up by hooking his arms underneath her knees. As he lifted her up into the air, he stood up and kept his cock sheathed in her pussy. Anastasia gasped as her entire weight was now centred directly on Harry’s cock, and she rested her back against his chest and reached behind herself to cling to him.

As soon as his footing was steady, Harry used his muscular arms to bounce Anastasia on his cock. She wasn’t particularly heavy, so it was quite easy to raise her up and down by her legs and let his cock probe her depths.

“Oh Merlin!” Anastasia cried out. “Your cock is gonna make me cum!” 

Harry couldn’t go much faster, but he tried his best to give Anastasia the pleasure she needed. He bounced her on his cock again and again until he felt her body start to tremble again. The only difference was that this shaking was accompanied by an incredible scream, and then a sudden gush of liquid.

Harry watched in amazement as Anastasia squirted all over the ground in front of them. She was screaming in delight, and her pussy was clenching up incredibly tight around his cock. It was so much that he couldn’t hold on anymore. With a roar, he started cumming inside of her pussy as he dropped her all the way down onto his cock.

His cock pulsed inside of her, filling her up with his sticky cum. Anastasia’s mouth was hung open like he’d just fucked her silly, which he may very well have. Harry stayed sheathed inside of her until he felt both of their orgasms finish, and then he carefully lifted her off of his cock and sat her down on the chaise behind him.

Even now, Anastasia’s thighs were still wobbly as she reached down to feel Harry’s cum leaking out of her.

“You’re as good as Narcissa said,” she murmured to herself in awe.

“I try not to disappoint,” Harry joked lightly.

“You most certainly did not, Mr Potter,” Anastasia said as she looked back up at him with those predatory eyes of hers. “And I certainly hope you won’t disappoint me next time.”