Katie Bell Pt. 1

Katie Bell had a bit of a conundrum on her hands, and she wasn't entirely sure what to do about it. The last few months, Harry Potter has been on a tear through the ladies of Hogwarts. It didn't matter if you were a student or a Professor, so long as you had a pair of tits and a pair of pussy lips betwixt your legs, you were fair game to Harry James Potter. There were even rumors that the young man's reach extended outside of Hogwarts as well, that he'd had the parents of both Purebloods and Muggleborns alike, and even some rumors that he'd gone ahead and fucked the head of the DMLE, Amelia Bones herself.

That last one seemed rather fantastical, but you know what? Katie believed it. She believed it in the same way she believed that at the end of the day, Harry's harem would continue to grow and grow and grow until House Potter went from being just one boy in all of the wizarding world, to the biggest magical family there was, even eclipsing the Weasleys.

It certainly seemed like Harry and his girls had the brightest future… which was why Katie was so put out. Why hadn't the Boy-Who-Lived made a move on any of the Vixens yet? There were three gorgeous, fit, beautiful women on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, and even WITH everything going on in his life of late, Harry had still found time for Quidditch, still found time to make both practices and games.

In fact, Gryffindor was on track to win the Quidditch Cup this year, after their last game against Slytherin turned into a total blowout. Rumor had it that Draco was out of it because he'd found out that his own mother was part of Harry's harem. Harry had taken full advantage of this and had flown circles around Draco as Katie and the other Gryffindor Chasers had scored goal after goal against the Slytherins, ultimately leading to a truly disproportionate score of five hundred to fifty.

They could have gone for a thousand, but the game had already gone on for hours at that point, so Harry had taken pity on both the flagging Slytherins and the remaining onlookers, catching the Snitch with an ease that spoke to the fact that he'd known where it was for practically the entire game, more than likely.

Needless to say, Katie had been extremely aroused that day. So had Angelina and Alicia, for that matter. The trio of female Chasers, otherwise known as the Gryffindor Vixens, had met up afterwards in the showers to talk about how domineering, controlling, and powerful Harry had been throughout the game. They'd scored all the points, sure, and set records that would probably stand the test of time for decades to come. But it had been Harry who let them. It had been Harry who controlled and commanded the entire flow of the damn game.

Needless to say, all three Gryffindor Chasers had it bad for their teammate at this point. All of the rumors about his cock size and his virility and his everything didn't help either, of course. It was clear that their little brother wasn't so little anymore, and he'd grown up into a man that any of them would be lucky to have. It was equally clear that if they wanted him, they would likely have to share. But that was just fine. They'd talked it over a while ago, and all decided they were perfectly okay with sharing Harry, especially since it seemed like he could more than handle the load.

The problem was, he still hadn't done anything about it. Three beautiful, fit, athletic witches, around him constantly in tight, form-fitting riding leathers… and Harry didn't so much as look at them in a sexual manner, at least from what Katie could see. And she would know, she'd been looking at HIM in a sexual manner quite a lot as of late.

In the end though, she supposed that it made some sort of sense. After all, Harry had how many beautiful witches at his beck and call, ready to take care of his needs whenever he required their services? How many women could Harry call on at this point to suck and fuck whenever he liked? Katie didn't know the exact numbers, but she was pretty sure the answer would be mind-boggling.

As it was, the Gryffindor Witch had come to a simple conclusion… she was going to have to taken matters into her own hands. If she wanted to draw Harry's attention, she needed to do a lot more, she needed to put in the effort. Which was why Katie was stepping out of the locker room and onto the Quidditch Field for a training session, wearing absolutely nothing in the way of underwear.

It felt rather good, having her Quidditch leathers riding up against her tits and clit and slit with nothing standing in the way of any of it. Her nipples were already rock hard, and her clit was getting far more stimulation as she mounted her broom then it was used to. She knew both Angelina and Alicia noticed, of course, but she also knew they weren't going to say anything. After all, Katie wasn't trying to fuck over the other Vixens. They'd all decided that, while trying to seduce Harry all at once would probably work, it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying for them.

Instead, each of them wanted their own first time with the Boy-Who-Lived, each of them wanted their own chance to approach Harry in their own way. They'd played a game of Exploding Snap to figure out who got to go first, and Katie had won that game. So, she was going first. Giving her knowing, amused glances, Angelina and Alicia focus on the practice while Katie… Katie focuses on teasing Harry and getting his attention as much as possible.

Whether the other male members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team know or understand what's going on, Katie neither knows nor cares. All of it is for Harry and Harry alone. Besides, it's not like any of them have cause to complain. She's a witch, and he's a wizard. This is how things work. If a witch wants a wizard to take her, she starts sending the appropriate signals to that affect. If a wizard wants a witch and they're powerful enough to take them, then they'll take the witch.

Katie might not know if the other members of the Gryffindor Team notice what she's doing, but she quickly knows that Harry does. His eyes light up with understanding at her third flirtatious comment, and his gaze inevitably goes down to where Katie is almost helplessly grinding against her broom, the lack of underwear making the contact between her broom and her leathers-clad cunt all the more stimulating.

As a point of order, because of the protective enchantments placed on Quidditch Riding leathers, there wasn't any room for quality of life enchantments. So usually, what both wizards and witches did was have specially enchanted underwear made to order that took care of that sort of thing instead, to prevent chafing and undue stimulation from affecting them while they were riding their brooms for extended periods of time.

Needless to say, the fact that Katie isn't wearing her underwear is a bigger deal then it might seem at first glance. She's getting all of that undue stimulation, all of those sensations… and it's making her sopping wet, which luckily is enough to reduce on the chafing. Regardless, Katie gets herself off with her own broomstick at least twice during the ensuing practice session. She grinds down on the thick wooden rod between her legs and imagines that she's grinding down on Harry's big fat cock instead, moaning under her breath and biting her tongue to keep from screaming too loudly in ecstasy.

Eventually, the training session comes to an end, the entire team nice and sweaty. The male members of the team sans Harry make their way off of the field rather quickly, eager to get out of their smelly leathers and get under some hot water. Angelina and Alicia make their way off as well, heading for the girl's locker room while also giving Katie knowing looks and Harry appreciative glances the entire way.

Harry, meanwhile, lands at the entrance of the field and waits for Katie to do the same. Given her current circumstances, she's slow and shaky coming in for that landing, and has to get off her broom rather gingerly, lest she accidently set off another orgasm and send herself to her knees in climatic bliss. Though perhaps Harry would like that… but no, the moment has passed, and Harry is approaching her now.

Katie grins, and opens her mouth to speak, only to be silenced by Harry's next move. He steps into her personal space and kisses her full on the lips, while the hand not currently holding his top of the line Firebolt comes up and grabs her crotch, right through her riding leathers. He swallows her squeak with his own mouth as he kisses her, all while grinding the heel of his palm into her juicy wet cunt.

She breaks almost immediately, that orgasm she'd been trying to keep at bay rising within her in a flash. With a wanton moan that's also swallowed up by Harry's lips and questing tongue, Katie's knees buckle, and she collapses right then and there. Harry lets her do so, his hand falling away from her crotch as he looks down at her in silence for a long moment, just watching her cum like the horny, needy little bitch of a witch that she is.

When Katie stops jizzing her brains out and can finally focus on Harry's face for a moment, the wizard just grunts.

"Meet me in the men's locker room in an hour. Everyone else will be gone by then."

And then he turns and walks away, just like that. Shivering, biting her lower lip, Katie just stays where she is, her mind going through all of the potential fantasies, all of the things he might do to her. Eventually, she does get up and make her way to the woman's locker room… but she doesn't shower. Both Angelina and Alicia look at her questioningly, as if they expected Harry to bend her over and plow her right there on the Quidditch Field (Katie had honestly hoped for the same), but she doesn't acknowledge them.

Instead, the sweaty, leathers-clad witch waits. She waits for the hour to be up, so that she can sneak into the men's locker room and Harry can do whatever he wants with her. She's so damn excited, she can barely take it…

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After the hour is up and everyone else has already left, including Angelina and Alicia when Katie wouldn't so much as say a word to them, doing nothing but sitting and trembling in anticipation the entire time, the eager witch sneaks over to the men's locker room and slips inside. As expected, Harry is waiting for her there. He's already completely naked, and yet, as he stands there staring her down… Katie is the one that feels naked, like an insect under a microscope. He's got her dead to rights, exuding more confidence then she can even while fully in the buff.

Flushed with wanton desire and need, blushing profusely with serious arousal, Katie bites her lower lip and scoots a little closer, getting within five feet of Harry and having every intention of sinking to her knees and sucking his big fat cock to full mast when he instead holds up a hand and stops her dead in her tracks.

"I can tell what you want, Katie. I can tell what you need. But before we begin, I need to know that you know what this means. I'm not the sort of wizard that can be bossed around or anything like that. If you're going to be my witch… then you're going to be MY witch. Understand?"

Katie swallows thickly and nods, but Harry just shakes his head at that, raising his voice and barking out in a domineering tone that sends shivers of the delicious variety up and down her spine.

"I SAID, do you UNDERSTAND?"

"Y-Yes! Yes sir!"

The reply is instinctive, Harry's magic permeating the room and pressing down on Katie even as he shouts at her like some sort of drill sergeant. Her legs tremble and she almost collapses again, but she manages to stay standing, even as he crosses his arms over his bared chest and gives her a satisfied nod.

"Good girl. Now, let me see what I'm working with. Strip down, you silly little Chaser slut."

A shiver runs down Katie's back yet again as she bites her lower lip and begins to do as she's told, giving Harry a striptease right there in the middle of the men's locker room. Never before had he used such degrading language with her or the other Vixens. Never before had he treated them with anything less than respect. He'd never acted like they were objects or his property or anything like that.

Honestly, Katie didn't mind it all that much under these circumstances. In fact, she liked it quite a lot. Slowly, inch by inch, the beautiful young witch extracts herself from her riding leathers, stripping off her Quidditch Uniform piece by piece. She exposes her body to him, her pale white skin showcasing a lack of sun. If she wasn't wearing her riding leathers, after all, then she was almost certainly wearing her black Hogwarts robes, and neither allowed for much skin to show.

As it is, Katie is pale all over… and fit as a fiddle. Unlike many witches in the wizarding world, Katie is more hard than soft. Oh sure, she's still a woman and thus has all of the feminine curves a woman should have. But where another witch might have a soft tummy, Katie's is compact, with abs even, from a more active life as a Quidditch Chaser. The rest of her is a similar way. She's not voluptuous, she's not buxom, she's not curvaceous, not truly… what she is, is lithe, slender, and sleek, a full package of a woman, with stamina that can't be matched by any of those soft witches, be they MILFs or girls, that Harry has fucked before.

Still, she can't help but be self-conscious about her looks, fidgeting and squirming under Harry's gaze as he looks over her naked, nude, sweaty body. She hasn't showered yet, hasn't gotten any of the sweat from the day's training session off. But then, Harry had told her not to, right? No, he hadn't said not to… and now Katie found herself wondering if she shouldn't have waited. It'd felt wrong, taking a shower without his permission. But what if he got mad that she was so dirty now?

Her worries prove to be unfounded. Harry hums and nods in approval after a moment, clasping his hands behind his back and taking up a parade rest stance as his cock hangs between his legs, still mostly soft, and yet unbelievably large already. Katie can only imagine the things Harry has to do to keep that log of a cock in check, especially when he's riding a broom. He's probably got to strap it down to his inner thigh just to keep it out of the way.

"Go on then. Show me how bad you want it."

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