A Riddle to be Solved ch. 10 (Patreon)

Genaro stepped off the boat and stared up at the gloomy visage of the towering, sinister looking structure unflinchingly. Behind him, the waves crashed violently against the rocks as the boat crew shivered under their coats and rain-slicks.

“End of the line. Good luck to ya, mate.” Grunted the captain of the small skiff, a gruff looking man with a scar cutting across most of his weather-worn face.

Genaro nodded. He didn’t understand English, having never taken the time to learn it in his native Peru, but he understood enough.

The captain tipped his cap and his two crewmembers began the arduous task of rowing against the perilous currents of the north sea.

Genaro did not delay, he began his trek up the dirt path, up into the sinister tower.

Azkaban.

He’d heard the name whispered roughly by the crewmembers many times on their ride here. It fit perfectly as the name of this terrible place. The howling of the wind sometimes sounded like the whispers of lost souls, and Genaro couldn’t be completely sure that he was only imagining it.

It was when he reached the entrance that he saw the first one. They had never existed in Peru, the climate was simply not hospitable to them. Nowadays, they only did exist on this island, the final bastion of an abomination that many wished would soon be lost to time.

He could feel their wheezing breaths as he passed by the two guarding the front doors. Faceless, hooded wraiths, wraiths that he knew could siphon every drop of happiness he’d ever felt.

But they didn’t affect Genaro much. He’d been summoned here on a mission, ordered directly by the Lord of All,

Once inside the prison, he glanced around, searching for direction. One of the dementors, who had simply been hovering, unmoving, lifted a decrepit hand, pointing a gnarled finger towards a staircase.

Genaro walked up several floors, each colder and drearier than the last, until he finally reached the top.

“Ah, Mr. Silva. You’re here.”

She was as magnificent and beautiful as the legends said. He wished he could claw his eyes out, for he did not deserve to gaze upon such a glowing beauty of a woman. And she glowed, she glowed with a light of her own.

“I think he’s taken with you, dear.”

His lord was here. Genaro knelt, bowing his head in reverence.

“Mi señor, vine para servirle.”

“Stand up, Genaro, and please stand next to the man in blue.”

Genaro understood. He stood up and made his way over to stand by a portly man wearing a powder blue robe. Opposite them were around fifteen other men. Genaro could tell that these were non-magicals.

His lord clasped his hands together. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?”

…

“Once more, from the top!” Emily commanded.

She and Harry had made what they hoped was the final adjustment to the rune sequence inside of the room. Their test subjects were beginning to falter, and it would be an annoyance to have to pause testing to find new ones, especially when they were this close.

“Avada kedavra!” yelled Ralphus Cromley, the fat man in the blue robes. His grip on his wand was shaky and weak by this point, and one of his eyes had permanently rolled to the back of his head around five attempts ago, but he was still standing, and still willing to help his lord and lady.

The killing curse struck one of the few remaining muggle men, who could do nothing but close his eyes as the sickly green curse struck true and tore his soul from his body.

Ralphus needed a bit of help from Harry and Emily at this point, his brain had become close to mush a while ago, but they just about managed it, they helped the man tear yet another shard from his soul and cast it towards the nearest target, a peruvian man named Genaro.

Genaro wasn’t much better off than Ralphus. As the soul shard attached itself to him once again, he let out a shuddering breath as his entire body shook uncontrollably. He fell to his knees as fresh blood dripped from a brand new scar, this one on the side of his cheek.

The cursed scar pulsed and warbled with acrid darkness. Genaro’s face was unrecognizable by this point, littered with poorly healed gashes and scars similar to this one.

“This one better be successful.” Emily said as she nodded towards Ralphus. The man had crumbled into a pile of dust all on his own, and there was no wraith or remnant of a soul to be found anywhere.

“Well, at least we discovered there’s an absolute limit to Horcruxes. Thirteen makes sense, I guess.” Harry mused.

Emily shook her head. “Horcruxes, what a beggar’s form of immortality. To think I would have ever resorted to making one.”

“Or seven.”  Harry said cheekily.

Emily glared. “Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?”

“Go ahead, my love, I know how much you enjoy it.”

Emily smiled, whipping her wand at Genaro and relishing in the darkness already welling up inside of her.

“Avada kedavra!”

The killing curse struck the man, who collapsed into a heap on the floor.

The runes in the room activated, and Harry waved his wand like a conductor’s baton, fine-tuning and tweaking.

They only had about a five second window. Even when they instructed Genaro to remain in limbo for as long as possible, it seemed that in real time, a few seconds was always the limit.

Emily joined him. The two had their eyes closed, better allowing them to feel the flow of magic, to grope around and find the thin thread of fate that connected life and death.

Their five seconds had almost elapsed when finally, Emily grasped onto something and she managed to tug at it. Harry joined her, and together, they were able to drag that something out, to make it manifest into the mortal plane.

The room they were in, as dark and gloomy as the rest of Azkaban prison, suddenly transformed.

They were in an empty white space, stretching out to infinity in every direction. Besides the prone form of their guinea pig wizard (who would remain in that state for the rest of his magically extended life) Harry and Emily were all that existed.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to manipulate it." Emily said with a sad sigh. "He controls the appearance of his limbo, and he's not going to be doing much thinking anytime soon."

"We can bring things in as needed." Harry said. "We also need to run some tests, see if there's any time dilation occuring."

Emily whipped the Elder Wand around, shooting off a terrifying gout of sickly green flames from the tip of her wand. The howls of the flames echoed through the emptiness as they sped off into the distance, somehow disappearing from view despite there being nothing to obstruct Harry and Emily's view.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly did you want to confirm with that?"

Emily's smile showed teeth glinting.

"Nothing, I just wanted to do it."

…

Harriet watched intently as Lyra worked. The girl wore a face of supreme concentration as she dissected one of her many seeds, pausing periodically to take notes on the notebook to her right, not caring that her perfectly neat handwriting was being smudged with dirt, twigs and leaves.

Lyra eyed her when she sighed, "Harri, what is it?"

"What do you mean?" Harriet asked,

Lyra reached out to scratch behind her ears, and Harriet couldn't help but lean into her touch.

"I know when you're brooding, my little wolfie." Lyra said as she placed a soft kiss against her ear that made Harriet's entire body tingle.

Harriet sighed. "It's just, you're all so much better than me. Look at you, you're barely twelve and you could already fill a book with the magical plants you've created."

Lyra blushed slightly. "Flattery will get you everywhere, wolfie." She said with a slight smile. "But Harri, you're being too hard on yourself, again. With the life you had, you didn't have the time to blossom and discover what you're talented at."

Lyra snapped her notebook shut and hopped off from her seat, holding out a gloved hand towards her sister. "Come on, lets go."

"But-"

"No buts, I'd already found out what I needed to know from this seedling anyways, come on, lets go, we're going to explore the world of magic, together."

…

The Youth Dueling Championship had become the event of the summer. Set near the end of July, it had started as the last hurrah for his seventh years. It was set right after graduation, and the winning team was always handsomely rewarded by the government. Though, the real prize was being named Dueler of the Tournament, as that meant you'd earn a favor from Harry himself.

In the years since he'd put the world to heel, the tournament had expanded from a British Isles exclusive event to a true world tournament. The teams were divided by nation now, and the tournament was a two week ordeal.

Harry and his family were watching from the grandest sky-box of them all. There were house elves serving them the finest cuisine Laos (the current hosts) had to offer.

Emily was next to him, only really half paying attention to the final, as she was engrossed in a conversation with Minerva and Fiona about the new arrivals at Hogwarts this year. They would be integrating international students for the first time, making Hogwarts truly the premier institution in the world. Only the most promising from across the world would be allowed entry into Hogwarts.

Walburga was napping with Bellatrix swaddled up in her arms. Next to her, Lyra and Harriet were also cozied up together, neither of them that interested in dueling. They were contentedly kissing and half-watching the proceedings below.

Besides Harry, the only ones really engrossed in the proceedings were Delphi and Fleur.

It wasn't because they particularly cared for dueling. No, It was because they'd struck a wager for the final.

Harry was finally going to fuck them, and the greedy twins, usually so cooperative with each other, had placed a bet on the winner of the final to decide who would get daddy's cock first.

Delphi felt like she'd won already, as she'd been able to pick first and had chosen England, who were always the heavy favorites.

Fleur was still hopeful, and she cheered the Spanish team on with fervor. She was even wrapped up in a Spanish flag as she yelled.

And Harry had to admit, the Spanish were giving his Hogwarts students a run for their money.

As one observed the Dueling Final, one thing became quite apparent. There were no wizards on either team.

Harry's plan was slowly coming into effect. As each generation passed, wizards became weaker and weaker, their magic more frail, while witches continued to thrive.

In a few more generations time, there would only be witches, and Harry to fuck them all.

The Spanish team, a mixture of Spanish and Caribbean witches, was working well as a unit, but their strategy hinged on one witch in particular, who was giving the performance of a lifetime.

Harry remebered having fucked her years ago, as he always did on his tours of the other schools. She'd been fourteen then, and now she had flourished into a stunning beauty.

Fabiola Rosario had light-brown skin, with pale blue eyes that stood out against her skin tone. She wore her hair in long, honey-brown box braids that reached down to the small of her back. As he watched her move gracefully through the arena, Harry could tell from the way her robes clung to her that she was sporting a dynamite body as well.

And she was a woman on a mission, casting and defending with a fervor that none of the others matched. She was single-handedly keeping her team alive against the superior English side.

Fleur cheered and Delphi groaned every time the girl managed to orchestrate a counterattack against the English. Harry and Emily had trained these girls themselves, so they were a well-drilled, organized machine, and yet through her sheer brilliance, Rosario was able to break through their well-formed defensive formation, ending in a spectacular move where she managed to take out two of her opponents with one spell.

But Harry and Emily had drilled these girls, and they knew exactly how to respond to an opponent that had one overwhelmingly powerful foe: focus on everyone else, whittle them down until your opponent was left surrounded.

It was a valiant effort from her, but in the end, England won, and Delphi jumped up in a loud, boisterous cheer while Fleur pouted, glaring at her sister.

“She was quite impressive.” Emily had become engaged in the duel near the end, all of them had, such was the brilliance of the Dominican girl who now looked absolutely shattered as the British celebrated in the middle of the arena to a chorus of cheers.

“Indeed.” Harry said. “She had something to fight for.”

Harry wanted to find out just what that was.

But in the present, it seemed his daughters would not wait any longer for their reward. The sky-box had no privacy charms, and so the thousands of attendees were treated to a show as Delphi pulled her father's cock out, shooting her sister a triumphant grin before she took him as far down her throat as she could. Harry moved her wavy black locks aside so he could get a better look of his precious little girl as she gobbled up his cock.

"Let me help you, Delphi. Nothing can get daddy going better than a veela." Fleur said, kneeling down next to her sister and licking up his shaft.

Just like when he'd popped Lyra's cherry, his girls were all there, all watching, and while they weren't doing anything overtly sexual, they were still watching with hooded eyes and flushed faces. By the way Harriet was gasping, he knew Lyra must have plunged a finger into his little wolf-girl as they all watched.

And they were all watching. Everything had stopped outside the sky box, with everyone staring intently as Delphi, ever impatient, pulled her mouth away from her daddy's cock and climbed onto his lap.

There was a roar of anticipation, followed by a loud cheer when the eight-year old plunged down fully onto her father's cock, throwing her head back in pleasure as people clapped and waved their flags.

Fleur kissed one of her sister's butt cheeks as she sank down onto her father's glorious cock, her body bottoming out before he was even halfway down.

"The little runt cant even take half!" Lyra jeered from her place next to Harriet, who was resting her head on her shoulder as her sister continued to play with her pussy.

"She's trying her best." Walburga said. Emily was slowly sipping her wine as she looked on proudly at her own daughter, who ignored Lyra's sarcastic comment and didn't seem at all bothered that her deflowering was being cheered on by a stadium full of magicals.

Harry grabbed Delphi by the sides as he moved her body up and down on his shaft.

"I love you, daddy!" The mischievous little imp moaned. Harry lifted her chin up, pressing a kiss to her her lips as he continued to take her innocence.

Her tight little quim quivered around him as Fleur hopped up on his lap as well, hugging her sister from behind, her blonde hair with blue highlights falling over Delphi's shoulders.

Delphi didn't seem to mind Fleur encroaching in her moment. When Harry broke the kiss with her, she fell back onto Fleur and turned her head around, slipping her tongue into her sister's mouth.

Harry grunted as Delphi's black waves intermingled with Fleur's silky blonde and electric blue locks.

The crowd roared once more as Delphi twitched and trembled, cumming all over her daddy's cock.

Harry closed his eyes, erasing everything around him and just enjoying the sensation of his daughter squeezed tight around him, until she was suddenly pulled off.

Harry didn't have to open his eyes to know what had happened, but he did anyways.

Fleur was squatting over him, grinning at her irritated twin, though Delphi couldn't be mad at her sister for long.

Fleur held out her hand and Delphi grasped it tightly, and then the veela sank down on him as well.

Harry's toes curled, his legs tensed, his pupils dilated, and his hands shot out once more to grip the hell out of her slim little hips.

It wasn't just a veela pussy, it was the pussy of the entire veela race, it was the most super concentrated dose of pure, uncut raw bliss.

And Fleur was looking at him with those ethereal blue eyes, and the blue highlights in her hair were glowing.

A wave swept over the room, over the entire arena. Outside, the cheers stopped as the stands were filled with moans, thousands upon thousands of moans as every person outside came in their pants.

Inside the room, only Emily was able to keep things together enough to not cum explosively. Everyone had their eyes rolled to the back of their heads. Baby Bella was looking at everything with those ever curious, unblinking violet eyes.

Delphi had collapsed bonelessly onto Harry's recliner. Fleur still held onto her hand, and the girl herself seemed to have been affected by the pulse of pure lust that she'd led out.

She looked up at her daddy with hooded eyes, and Harry's green eyes were twitching.

Fleur yelped, her grip on Delphi's hand slipping as Harry stood up with her on his lap. He stomped over to the window, pressing her against it, and then he began to absolutely jackhammer into her virgin little pussy.

Fleur wrapped her arms around him, she could take it, she could handle it, and she loved every single second of it. Harry fucked her against the glass, flaunting their depraved union for his loving subjects to see. His pelvis slapped against her little body as his cock sank deeper than it should be humanly possible. With each thrust, his cock was deforming Fleur's stomach, causing an obscene bulge to form right below her belly-button when he bottomed out inside of her.

And her little veela pussy sang, Harry swore it sang to him as he stretched it out. It sucked his cock in, massaged it and kissed it.

It took everything in his power to hold back his orgasm, but when he felt his baby girl exploding in her own release, there was no way he'd be able to hold back.

He painted her insides, he absolutely flooded her womb with his fertile seed, and his precocious little veela actually had the gall to giggle as her belly began to bulge from the sheer volume of cum he filled her with.

Her cunt clamped down on him, and he felt like a knotted dog, as he knew there was no possible way for him to extricate himself from her insides.

Harry stumbled back. And he tripped over and fell backwards onto Emily's waiting arms as he collapsed onto her loveseat.

"Bit off a little bit more than you could chew, lover?" She asked with an amused smile as Fleur fell forward onto him, her pussy giving no indications that it was about to relinquish him from its embrace.

The award ceremony would have to wait, maybe a few hours.

…

“And now, our Lord is here to announce the Dueler of the Tournament!”

Harry stepped up to the stage as everyone clapped, the sea of faces all looking at him with pure adoration. Harry had eyes only for the two teams in front of him. His English girls, still riding the high of victory, while the Spanish were experiencing a bittersweet moment, sad because they had lost, happy that they were in his presence.

A silent sonorus charm left his voice booming throughout the entire stadium.

“Today was truly a wonderful day for our world. As was plain for all of you to see, these young ladies have proven that our future is more than secure.” He paused to allow for the cheers. There would be cheers no matter what he said, and they would all be genuine. “One young lady in particular stood out amongst the rest. Despite having fallen short in the end, I am proud to say that Miss Fabiola Rosario is this year’s Dueler of the Tournament.”

Everyone clapped. The british girls did not look miffed at all, they were as happy as Fabiola's teammates as the surprised girl burst into tears.

Harry smiled as she was ushered up onto the stage. Harry wrapped an arm around her, feeling her womanly curves press up against his side.

“S-Sank you so much, milord!” She cried out in heavily accented english. Harry pulled her deeper into him, and she readily accepted his embrace. “Come, Fabiola, I would like you to meet my family.”

He took the crying girl with him into the stadium tunnel and up the stairs. It was a quiet journey, as it was clear the girl was still fighting with her overwhelming emotions.

"Its been years, Fabiola." Harry said casually as they approached the door to his skybox.

"Señor, the day you blessed me was the most wonderful de mi vida." She choked out.

Harry smiled, pulling the girl to him and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Harry opened the door and his girls were there to greet them. Fabiola bowed her head in respect.

Fleur was not amused. "You lost me my bet!"

In the race to smack the girl in the back of the head, Emily was always going to be first. The loud thawk she gave the girl echoed throughout the room. As Fleur held her head in pain, she glared at her sisters, who all snickered, even Delphi.

"Miss Rosario, that was a brilliant performance." Minerva said in a kind tone.

"Gracias." The teenager answered. Her head remained bowed.

"Fabiola, I'm sure you're aware of the reward for the top duelist." Harry said as his daughters giggled in the background. "Tell me, what is your request?"

The girl was blushing heavily, but she dared to raise her head to meet Harry's eyes. "Sir, I-It's mi hermana."

Harry raised an eyebrow, that was unusual. Usually, the girls just asked for an entire day with him. "Your sister?"

"S-she…" Fabiola looked nervous now. She was wringing her hands, her eyes darting between Harry and Emily.

"You can speak freely, dear." Harry assured.

Fabiola gulped. "My little sister… she's a muggle."

Harry raised an eyebrow at this. "Go on."

The girl now had a pained expression on her face. "She is about to enter… that age, señor. I-I know your teachings, that muggles are lower than filth, pero I can't help but feel for her, señor." Her lips began to wobble as tears leaked from her eyes. "Please, señor, can you put her under your protection?"

There was silence in the room, as none of his girls knew how Harry would react.

Harry was genuinely shocked for a moment. He thought he'd broken the link between muggles and magicals, and while he'd certainly been very successful at it, there were still cases like this that slipped through the cracks.

Harry fixed the crying girl with a firm stare. "Where is your sister now?"

Fabiola gulped. "I-I brought her conmigo. She's in my room."

Harry snapped his fingers, and a house elf appeared.

"Yes, master?"

"What room?" Harry asked the girl.

"T-Two… two-fourteen."

"Go to room two-one-four. There will be a girl there, bring her here."

The elf bowed deeply before it disappeared with a pop.

The tense silence stretched on as Fabiola looked ready to fall to her knees, unsure if she had saved her sister or sealed her fate.

The elf popped back in with a young girl, around the same age as Delphi and Fleur, if not slightly older.

She was a small and slight thing, with smooth skin, darker than her sister's. Her brown hair had been straightened, and it reached down just a little bit past her ears.

She shared her older sister's pale blue eyes, and she wore a terrified expression as she stared up at him.

Harry looked back at Fabiola. "Did you give her a name?"

The girl nodded shakily. "Fiona."

"Fiona." Harry chuckled. "What a coincidence, theres a Fiona already in the room."

Minerva's mum waved at the two girls from her seat between Her daughter and Emily.

Harry held his hand out to the young girl, who despite being terrified, took it.

Harry smiled. "I'll take her in."

Fabiola deflated, the pressure that had been building up inside of her releasing after what had been years of struggle and months of internal turmoil once she'd settled on her plan.

"Under one condition." Harry's face was completely serious.

Fabiola gulped, but she stood firm. She would do whatever it took to make sure her sister remained safe, "Mi señor?"

"You will come with her, and live with me. For the rest of your life, you will both serve me, directly."

Fabiola's face lit up. She fell to her knees and she kissed the tips of Harry's shoes. That wasn't a condition, it was a dream come true.

Harry glanced over at little Fiona, whom he suspected did not understand english. Once more, his greed flared up. After all, why should inferior wizards be allowed to touch such pretty girls, even if they were muggles.

Emily giggled as she stood up from her seat and made her way over to her husband. "You're going to leave shagging sheep at this point, dear."

That didn't sound like such a bad idea, not at all.

"Let's return to England. Fiona."

The young girl and older woman both snapped their heads over to him. Harry smiled as he focused on the redhead. "I have some policy changes I want implemented. Nothing too drastic. I'll discuss it with you early tomorrow."

"Of course, master."

He wouldn't go as far as leaving them shagging sheep. But the wizards would have to make do with the bottom of the barrell. From now on, the most attractive

Muggle women would be Harry's as well.

…

There was a booming sound, a sound that echoed throughout the entire earth. Every living creature that could, looked up almost in unison.

What at first looked like a shooting star became a pebble, which soon became a massive orb of molten fire, an orb that was screaming directly towards the ground.

The earth began to rumble as creatures scrambled for safety, a safety that none within hundreds of miles would find.

In all this panicked mess, a Stegosaurus locked eyes with a tyrannosaurus.

"Death." The stegosaurus spoke in a deep, guttural voice. "To what do I owe the visit?"

Its pupils were completely blank, and it had stopped running, just like the predator in front of it.

"You have become involved with one of my champions." The t-rex answered, its pupils equally milky white.

"Champion? I thought the term was master?" The herbivore retorted, its lips curling into an approximation of a smirk.

Death did not go for the bait. "Do you think it wise to allow him access to the waystation, to the nexus?"

The meteor struck, and both bodies, along with every living creature within hundreds of miles, were instantly incinerated.

…

Fate's laughter was high, and wheezing as it was interrupted by fits of coughing.

"He may have some of your trinkets, Death, but he is still just a mere mortal." Fate said in the voice of a little girl. For she was a little girl, slowly fading away as she clung to a piece of driftwood. The frigid waters of the north atlantic were rapidly draining away her life as in the background, a massive ship continued to sink into the ocean.

She was in Death's embrace, the embrace of the child's mother, who spoke calmly through lips turned a deep blue. "He is dangerous, Fate. And I am not able to interfere on your behalf, should he-"

Death's words cut off as he vessel breathed her last breath. Fate let go, allowing her own vessel to plunge into the icy waters that enveloped her like a welcoming embrace.

…

Mount Vesuvius had erupted, and down in the resort village of Pompeii, death was raining down on thousands of Roman citizens.

A plume of black ash descended upon them, choking out those that had managed to avoid immediate death. The deadly cloud of ash was the true calamity here, and it would rapidly reduce this bustling town to a graveyard.

"-Should he deceive you."

"Deceive me?" Fate scoffed, even as smoke filled his lungs.

They had been a prostitute and her client, now two puppets conversing through their death throes.

"You've deluded yourself. He may have more tricks than the average mortal, but he is still just a mortal. He can barely see past his own nose, his simple mind could not begin to comprehend the waystation."

Death frowned. Then, everything went black.

…

The crowd gathered round to watch the two men burning at the stake. Some watched on with glee, others with morbid curiosity.

The men had been screeching in pain from the moment they were set ablaze, but now, all that could be heard was the crackling of the flames.

That was until, the crowd began to hear whispers.

"Do not forget, I have looked into this mortal's soul, sister. Do not take him lightly."

People began to screech in fear, shouts of 'Demon!' Filling the town square as the two figures finished out their conversation.

"You worry too much, oh sister of mine. The mortal will be dealt with as all mortals are. In the end, when he has fulfilled his purpose, I will dispose of him. I hope you do not find that upsetting."

Nothing else was said as the corpses burned through.

…

Back in her realm. Death stared out into the abyss. She'd warned her sister, but she feared that the warning would not be enough.

Fate was the most arrogant of the sisters. Due to her nature, she believed there was nothing beyond her, nothing that was unknown.

But that man held her cloak. And death had watched as he'd turned her wand into a monstrosity that not even she could recall. He was a danger, and she was constrained by her pact, unable to stop him.

She just hoped that if it came down to it, fate would be able to crush him under heel. Otherwise, reality itself was in jeopardy.

…

"Fio, estoy tan orgullosa de tí. !Estás siendo una niña muy valiente!"

Fiona was being brave alright, considering the fact that she was smaller than either Delphi or Fleur, and she had no magic to help her adjust to Harry’s cock.

But the little girl was on all fours, flush-faced and panting, but taking him into her pussy all the same, or as much of him as she could manage, anyways.

Fabiola was kneeling next to Harry as he fucked her little sister into oblivion. She spoke soothing words as the girl moaned, her fists bunched up into the sheets as each thrust was a struggle for the young girl who was in the throes of ecstasy, her dark brown skin glistening with sweat as her walls clenched around him. Harry had grabbed a handful of her brown hair as he pushed her to her limit.

The young girl was loving every moment of it, she had learned the word 'master', and she was screaming it out in heavily accented english as Harry filled her with each thrust.

Fabiola was rubbing her sister's side, smiling with joy as her sister got to experience the true happiness of being with their master. She was kneeling on the bed, her sun-kissed, bimbo-esque figure adding another layer of stimulation for Harry, who began to thrust even harder into young Fiona.

"M-Masteeer!" She squealed as her pussy clenched completely around him. Harry let her ride out her orgasm with his thick cock plugging her, continually feeding into her peak as he never ceased his movement inside of her, leading her to the edge of insanity as he extracted as much pleasure as possible from her young body.

Finally, he pulled out. He would have loved to have sprayed her, to make her the first muggle to fill with his seed, but he had an absolutely stacked brownskin beauty that was begging to be bred.

Fabiola was now kneeling next to her sister, shooting him a smoldering look over her shoulder as Harry gripped her fat, juicy ass as he lined his cock up with her pussy.

She'd been in this position before, when she'd been younger. And while that had been incredible, nothing compared to this. To know that her master was not only using her, but he was going to keep her, that he had picked her, out of the millions of women he could have, to join his inner circle.

She had worked hard to save her sister, trained every single day for that single purpose. But she would be lying if she hadn't also been thinking of her own reward, of being seen as valuable in her lord and master's eyes.

Harry didn't bother with setting a pace. He plunged into Fabiola and immediately began fucking her hard. The sexy latina moaned, and Harry reached forward, grabbing onto her large cowtits, bigger than Walburga's while also being more supple, and he pulled back. His hands squeezed her large milkers, which were sure to grow even more impressive once Harry planted his seed inside of her.

And that was his plan, she would bear his child immediately.

Harry slapped her fat ass, which jiggled like jelly as his pelvis crashed against it. He pushed his cock as deep into her gushing cunt as he could, and he heard a gasp from his slut as his cock popped right into the entrance of her womb.

…

"I think we've been kind enough, wouldn't you say, girls?" Emily asked.

Behind her, all the girls had been itching to return to their father's embrace, especially Fleur and Delphi, who had just gotten their first taste and were in the need for more.

They had allowed the two sisters to share Fiona's first time alone, but now, it was time for everyone to join back in, including the elder Fiona. They entered the room to see Harry kneeling over Fabiola's body. The stacked girl's breasts were bouncing hypnotically as Harry's cock continued to thrust into her tight young snatch.

Both girls were drooling, and they were both leaking thick white seed from their red-raw cunts. There was a loud sloshing sound as Fabiola's pussy, which had likely been filled with multiple rounds of seed, continued to be stretched out by Harry's monstrous fuckstick.

Everyone filtered in, and soon the room became a cacophony of moans, whimpers and shrieks as the family fully accepted two more into their number.