The Beast Within - Chapter 25

NOTE: I Repeat since Patreon doesn't pay attention. The characters in this story, as all of them, are of consenting age. This is a world of magic, monsters, and a mad wizard that has split their soul into pieces. Massaging the timeline to make it work shouldn't be hard to figure out.
Apologies for the note. I'll probably put it on the next couple of chapters to see if it helps stave off post removal.

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Hermione had lasted exactly three seconds upon entering the cabin. Three naked Amazon Dragons was too much for her. Her cheeks were redder than Ron's hair as she fled. In an impressive show of willpower, and manners, Ron excused himself as well. Neville didn't even make it through the door before Hermione pulled him away, saving him from what would have been an embarrassing encounter.

Crabbe and Goyle weren't able to visit as Draco was back the next morning. He had a month of detention with Filch and a strict curfew, only allowed out of the Slytherin Dorms for class and meals. It did make Harry pay more attention to Crabbe and Goyle. They excelled at blending into the background but were much more than simple bodyguards. Crabbe was amazing at Care of Magical Creatures while Goyle was a deft hand at Charms. Unfortunately, the two hid their talents as to not upset Draco. They would have blossomed into some amazing wizards if they were in a different house. He could see Crabbe absolutely thriving in Hufflepuff.

TIME SKIP

Life fell into an easy rhythm. Harry would go to class, eat lunch in the Great Hall, and then spend most evenings with the dragons. Charlie's math was close enough to true. Every five or so days was the equivalent of two months of development for the babies.

That meant the big days were approaching rather quickly. The tent city of scholars had formed into the Draconic Research Institute. It was unofficially based on the Hogwarts grounds as they didn't think it was healthy to move the mothers until after the babies were born. They scheduled check-ups every week, which the dragons allowed for the most part.

The dragons, and by extension Harry, had a growing support network. Scholars from around the world fell over themselves to spend time with the dragons. Simple conversations were gold-mines for academic advancement. When they felt like it, the dragons would share stories of their lives, their heritage, the history that was passed through the generations, and all manner of things. They explained that in their full dragon form they couldn't exactly speak to animals, just a sort of understanding through body-language, scent, and a variety of little things to convey a message. The exception being intelligent magical creatures including most snakes, a lot of cats, and a few variations of birds regularly found in the Muggle world.

Harry found himself less and less concerned with the world outside of his dragons. It was getting hard to connect with his classmates, not to mention he kept putting off getting a new wand. Part of him thought he should hurry to get one. It just wasn't important. He didn't need it anymore. Magic, at least that of a wizard, felt lesser. The spells were almost insultingly easy even without a wand. He knew that dragons were resistant to magic. Everyone knew it took a team of professionals to take one down. Like so many things in his life, Harry was something out of the ordinary. There weren't any trustworthy records of something like this happening before. Even then, the sources spoke of dragons powerful enough to shapeshift, not a wizard becoming one. He could see distance growing with his friends. They were all trying. Ginger hadn't mentioned anything like this. Lupin seemed to get along well enough with the wizarding world.

It hurt, but not to the extent he would have thought.

There was another reason he wasn't fighting the growing disconnect. He may have been having a hard time connecting with other wizards, but he found himself drawn to witches. Something deep and primal inside of him wanted to claim them all. Forget about sleeping atop a mountain of gold. The dragon in him wanted a harem big enough to fill the castle.

It wasn't like that at first. He had the same disconnect with witches as he had with wizards. It was small things he overlooked at first. He found himself paying more attention to the witches in his house. Harry didn't spend much time in the Common Room, or the castle really, but the little things started to stack up. A little spark of jealousy when Lavender laughed at a stupid joke from some Hufflepuff. He had to muffle a small growl when Cho held hands with Cedric Diggory. He had nothing against the Hufflepuff. In fact, the guy was great. No one had a bad word to say about him. It was just better to stay out of the castle to avoid any complications.

Harry just found it easier to return to his dragons after classes. They were at the point where the baby-bump made the act of having sex a bit awkward. Maybe the sudden dip in activity was what caused the change of attitude toward witches. Either way, his self-control was getting a very thorough workout.

He moved on instinct, stripping off his clothes and changing shape once he stepped inside the cabin. It was just better this way. There was a new scent in the air that made him pause. He recognized it belonged to a witch, but it wasn't one he recognized. All of this made it much more confusing when he returned to the cabin to find a petite blonde girl waiting for him. She sat in Agda's lap getting her hair braided. Unlike other visitors, she didn't seem bothered at their nudity. The Healers and scholars didn't count; they were too driven by knowledge to realize the three Amazonian Draconic ladies were nude.

In fact, she was completely naked as well. The trio of dragons didn't seem to be bothered at all by the blonde. Sian was stretched out on a nest of comfy pillows enjoying the sun that filtered through a clouded window. Xia was cautiously nibbling on some dried meat, pausing after each bite to make sure it didn't upset her stomach.

"Hello, Harry Potter," the blonde smiled serenely at him.

"Hello," he greeted her. "Have we met?"

"No," she said. "My name is Luna Lovegood."

"It's nice to meet you," Harry approached slowly. "I'm sorry if this sounds rude. Why are you here?"

"I'm here to be the first," Luna closed her eyes as Agda's dexterous fingers continued their work.

"The first what?" Harry asked.

"The first witch to be your bride," she replied as though she had just commented on the weather.

Harry gawked at the witch. Agda giggled.

"You are fine with this?" Harry asked the dragon.

"A dragon such as yourself should have more than three mates," Agda nodded.

"One of your caliber should have at least ten," Xia added between nibbles. "There aren't enough of us nearby, you will have to rely on witches to fill the spots. Four of the mage-lings should be equivalent to one dragon."

"That's forty witches," Harry said.

Part of him said that was ridiculous. His inner-dragon told him that forty was an acceptable number to start. He was the only one of his kind, at least until the babies were born.

"And if I happen to bite you?" Harry shifted his attention back to Luna.

"I like this cabin," Luna stated.

He prowled closer to her; a fire of a different sort sparked in his chest. The heat spread through his body as he took in her petite form.

"Human first, please," Luna said as she extracted herself from Agda.

"As you wish," Harry replied.

A ripple of magic changed his form from draconic to human once more. Ever since the transformation into an actual dragon the shift was painless and took a few seconds at most.

"I'm going to sit down," his voice had a barely restrained growl to it. "You can control the speed."

"Thank you," she smiled brightly at him.

Harry had to force his hands to be gentle as she casually walked over to him. She turned around rubbing her naked ass against his raging erection. His cock nestled snugly between her soft and surprisingly shapely ass. She had a rather plump as for such a petite girl. Harry was perfectly happy to enjoy it. She pressed against his groin hard and ground her wet, naked pussy on the bottom of his shaft, then drew it along his length. Her wonderful scent made his mouth water. He reached down and placed his hands on her hips. His fingers ghosted over her skin down to her smooth, creamy thighs before moving them back up to her hips and up to her waist. She wiggled a little when he reached her ribs and inadvertently found a ticklish spot. He made a mental note for later as he cupped her small breasts that just about filled his palm. She let out a gentle gasp as his fingers began to gently rub the tips of her nipples. The little pebbles hardened in seconds under his touch. She ground herself harder and harder against him. Her pussy now wet enough to easily slide along his length without pausing. Finally, she moved forward and grabbed his cock, holding it against her opening.

Luna looked over her shoulder at him. She leaned in, kissing him as she pushed back against him and took him inside of her.

His lips muffled the quick gasp of pain as she gave her virginity to him. Harry couldn't do anything other than moan as the tightest pussy that he had ever felt gripped him. Being inside of Luna was incredible. He could feel every little shudder even though she hadn't began to move.

Luna took a deep breath. She took his hands and placing them back on her small tits. Luna let out a little happy squeak as his fingers started to toy with her hard nipples again. She groaned as she tried to move. Being petite made Harry feel really big. His cock was hitting the deepest parts of her, and her pussy didn’t want to let him go. As she moved forward, she felt the veins of his cock stimulating her inner walls while he was pulling from her depths. When only the head was still in, she moved back and took him back in.

She squealed as his cock repeatedly knocked her g-spot. Her pussy began to flutter around him, spurring her into riding him harder and faster. She let out a loud moan as she came and collapsed against his chest. Her hand tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth to her shoulder.

Harry took the hint. He kissed and sucked along her offered flesh. His attention paused as he found a good spot to bite. He caught her gaze, resting his teeth on her skin. Luna stared back at him with desire so intensely it radiated from her.

Carefully, his teeth sank into her flesh. Luna screamed, instantly cumming again. She rocked her hips back and forth fast as his teeth stayed locked on her shoulder. He wasn't sure if it was in his head, but he swore he could feel something pass into her from the bite. An image flashed across his mind, Luna with sparkling white scales and almost ethereal wings. The thought stoked the fire inside of him. He met her motion with a thrust of his hips. She would be the first among many witches he would claim.

"Make me a mommy," Luna begged.

It was too much. Harry thrusted once more, hilting deep into her. He let out a low growl as he filled her with his seed. His hips rocked with each rope of cum, desperate to push as deeply as he could. The flame that raged inside of him eased as he released the last shot of his seed. His cum filled her with a comforting warmth that eased the soreness she was sure to feel.

Harry lovingly licked the spot where he had bit her, making sure to clean any extra blood. He didn't really care for the taste, but it would help speed up the healing. Eating a person didn't sound all that appealing. Sure, humans were sort of prey, but he didn't have much faith in them being palatable if Luna didn't make him want to devour her. That is, In the normal sense.

"That felt nice," Luna hummed.

"Thank you," Harry chuckled.

"Hm," Luna screwed her face up in consternation.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You fucked my legs numb," she answered easily.

Harry's mouth dropped open at her words.

"I'll stay here until you go soft," Luna stated. "You're nice and warm."

She wiggled a little to get comfortable. It didn’t' help his erection fade, but Luna looked happy. She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes.

Harry looked up at the three dragons. They were watching him with varying degrees of amusement.

"Forty witches," Harry raised his eyebrows in question.

"Are you going to bite them all?" Xia asked.

"I don't know," he answered honestly.

"Then, yes. Forty," Xia said in a tone that brokered no argument. "At least."

"At least," Agda nodded.

"It's going to be a busy year," Harry chuckled.