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Harry Potter: Monster Girl Quest	By : Almister Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 196491 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 31
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Morning comes, as it usually does, with the delightfully warm pressure of a naked Tsukiko draped across my chest. "Good morning." I mumble, not opening my eyes, a smile stretching across my lips. She shifts, oh so deliciously against me, her breasts pressing against my chest and her crotch grinding against mine.
"Good morning to you too." She replies, raising herself up on her elbows. "Any plans for today?"
"Hmm... It's a Monday." I grimace. "I suppose I'll need to attend classes."
A soft giggling fills the curtained area around my bed. Not Tsukiko, for certain. "Naomi?" I venture, having learned the name of the Spriggan from my first DADA class. Despite my best efforts, she's holding to our agreement. That she may 'stick around' so long as she doesn't harm my friends.
"You two are so Boring!" She shouts, though in her tiny form it's tough to hear regardless. "Sleeping all night like that? Really?"
I roll my eyes, finally looking up at my fiancé. "So sorry we don't live up to expectations." Tsukiko snickers for a moment before her eyes go wide, and then hooded.
"Oh my..." She giggles.
"Oh, she's tasty! Have you tasted her yet?" Naomi calls from somewhere behind us. I have a good idea what she's up to.
"Not yet, no. Perhaps I should give that a try?" I venture, sitting up on my elbows.
"Hmm, you'll have to wait your turn." The Spriggan giggles. Suddenly, Tsukiko's eyes go wide, and she flinches visibly.
"Oh! Why is it always my ass getting violated by your conquests!" She moans theatrically.
"Wow! I can fit my whole arm back here..." Naomi giggles.
"Alright you two, if you're going to do this, I'm going to join in." I insist, leaning forward to teasingly bite one of the kitsune's nipples.
It doesn't take us long to rearrange ourselves, Naomi attaining human size (Thankfully after removing her arm) and sitting on her knees on the bed. At her urging, Tsukiko stands, holding the bedposts for balance. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Her protests are cut off by me leaning forwards, catching her crotch in my mouth. Naomi's correct, she does taste delicious. I run my tongue across the outer folds, capturing her arousal and cleaning her off, before dipping in between her lips. Her tails flail about, their soft fur draping over my shoulder affectionately whenever I do something right.
"Oh! That's... That's so gross! You shouldn't do that!" Tsukiko whines in a high pitched dog-like manner. For a moment I don't know what she's talking about, so I dip my head down to check. Naomi's behind her, kissing at her backside with gusto.
"Mhmm, but it feels good doesn't it?" The Spriggan teases, dragging her tongue across the rear entrance. I'm transfixed immediately by the sight, watching the faerie's tongue trace languid circles around the tight ring. My fiancé trembles and whimpers, obviously enjoying the treatment but refusing to admit it.
I'm shaken from my lustful trance by Naomi's hands upon my cock. She grips it with both hands, alternating strokes and cupping the head with her palms. Closing my eyes, I lean forward again, capturing the kitsune's clit between my lips.
It's not long after that she cums, hard, collapsing down onto the bed with me. Naomi keeps up her deft handjob, sharing a kiss with Tsukiko and I as my fiancé adds her hands to the mix. The two of them bicker at first for control, but quickly settle into a rhythm as my own fingers find their crotches. Within moments we're all manually stimulating each other in a hectic lust-fueled rhythm.
Somehow, by luck or skill, everyone seems to climax all at once. Both girls shake and shudder, clinging to one another as my load erupts all over their breasts. I'm once more treated to a wondrous sight as the two of them press their chests together, smearing about the load as they kiss.
If that isn't enough to keep a guy hard, he'd either be dead or gay. I smile even wider as Naomi's head dips down to clean the spunk from Tsukiko's chest, watching as she angles her back end towards me. I take the hint, maneuvering myself under her leg and bringing my head up to her crotch.
She tastes different than Tsukiko, sweeter for one. More fragrant and flower-like instead of the bitter almost-alcoholic quality of the kitsune. Still, she seems to enjoy it just as much, rocking her hips almost violently against my face as she continues to lap at Tsukiko's chest.
My fiancé, for her part, takes it in stride, stroking my own cum-soiled cock and lining herself up. When she lowers herself, I feel the intense pressure and realize immediately that I'm not aiming at her snatch. I stifle my own cry of surprise, instead groaning into the damp crotch before me as the kitsune's tight, warm ass swallows me up.
It's a wonderful feeling. I'll admit, after the incident with the Ogre, I wasn't sure her ass would be alright. Feeling how deliciously tight it feels, I have to wonder how she took it so well. Still, it's hard to dwell on these things, given I have duties to attend to. A wry smile crosses my lips as I lick and lap at the crotch before me, sucking hard on the Spriggan's clit and flicking my tongue across it. Turn-about is fair play, isn't it?
I move upwards, tongue lapping against her outer lips, teasing briefly at her insides, cleaning her arousal as I go. Upwards still, above her glistening pussy to the puckered hole above. A moan, no, more of a groan really. A deep, throaty groan of approval as I flick my tongue across it. So shameless, but then, what does that say about me?
I busy myself with it, circling it, pushing gently at it with the tip of my tongue. Anything to distract myself from the deliciously tight pleasure that engulfs my own cock, the wonderful sensation of Tsukiko gently rocking back and forth across it at a sedate pace. Oh how I want to grab her hips and burry myself inside of her, hammering away until she can no longer stand, but not this morning.
This morning I plan to savor the experience.
"Harry?" Fuck off Neville. I'm ever so thankful for locking and soundproof curtains. Whoever decided that the boy's dorm should contain such security measures was a genius. A perverted genius.
Personally, I blame Goderic himself, if only to give me more just cause for my worship.
"We've got class soon. Aren't you coming down for breakfast?" I roll my eyes, already caught up in eating fey arse.
I reach clumsily for my wand, holding it up and preparing to cancel the charm. It's a bit of a struggle, pushing Naomi off of my face, but I manage. "I'll be down when I'm down!" I call back, trying not to sound harsh or urgent. "Don't wait up!"
Tsukiko giggles, a sound stifled by Naomi's tongue in her mouth, no doubt. I roll my eyes, reactivating the silencing charm as the spriggan pushes my head back down to the mattress, encouraging me to get to work.
I do so, eagerly cleaning the fresh wave of arousal from her crotch, slowly working my way towards coaxing an orgasm from her. I can feel it at my finger tips, the way her skin breaks out in goosebumps, how she trembles, moaning lustily into Tsukiko's mouth. Emboldened, I push one finger tip into her arse, just up to the knuckle, and I'm rewarded with a fresh wave of arousal.
Myself? I'm not entirely sure I'll make it. Constitution or not, the sensations are building up, compounding on top of one another, and the heat in my balls is reaching a boiling point. My hands drop to my sides, balling up great handfuls of cloth, clinging to them for dear life as the Kitsune's rhythm picks up, her own moans growing in intensity.
Naomi's the first to give in, as I snatch her clit between my lips and suck, flicking the tip of my tongue across it. She squeals loudly into Tsukiko's neck, clinging tightly to the kitsune as her hands dip downwards, ostensibly to grab her tails. Tsukiko tenses next, squeezing Naomi in a hug that pushes the girl's head into her breasts. Her orgasm is barely audible, just her holding tightly as she trembles like a leaf in a storm.
Her tightening is what sets me off, however, practically pulling the cum from my balls like my cock was a straw. I relax as best I can and just let it happen, laying back in satisfaction as Naomi collapses to her original size upon my chest.
"Harry?" Oh, for fuck's sake... At least it's not Neville this time.
"Yes Hermione?" I call, dispelling the silencing charm once more. I've got to learn a few charms to deal with the mess of all of this...
"There's only half an hour left of breakfast, and well..."
"I'll be right down." No rest for the weary. It's what I get for giving in on a weekday.
Encounter Complete: Spriggan and Kitsune, Level 8/8, 4800exp.
Achievement Unlocked: Multitasking 500exp (Bring two girls to orgasm at the same time)

Brown Nosing 200exp (Rim one individual)

Sharing is Caring 200exp (Cum on two different individuals with one orgasm)

A is for Awesome 200exp (Give oral sex while someone rides your cock)
Shake your Money Maker Bonus: 59 galleons
Total Experience: 42500exp
Huh, so apparently I can get experience from previous conquests, if not actual conquest options. Interesting. That's a heck of a lot of base experience too... I'm beginning to think it depends on which sex acts I do, or rather how many different ones.
In any case, I'm well on my way to the next level already, time to grab a quick shower. Today's looking like a good day.
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I take it back. "Uh, hey Nora." For some reason the dragon is sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating breakfast. I can't for the life of me figure out why.
"Hello Harry." She replies, as if here presence is completely normal. I take a seat next to her, there's a conspicuous abundance of empty seats around her, and start loading up my plate. There's a lot more food present than I'd expect there to be this late into breakfast.
"You didn't save all of this food for me, did you?" I raise an eyebrow, glancing between her and the nervous-looking Gryffindor students. Good god guys, grow a spine!
"Of course not." She scoffs. "I have no idea what you like to eat, so I couldn't possibly have..."
Right. I totally believe that. I spare a glance downward and... Sure enough Tsukiko's laughing at me. I've been around her long enough to know how a fox laughs. "In any case, what brings you up to the castle?"
"That's what I'd like to know?" God damnit Malfoy, this is neither the time nor the place! "I understand you like to collect pets, Potter, but why is the groundskeeper's pet sitting at one of the school's tables?"
Oh... No...
"Excuse me? I figured if a ferret could eat at the Slytherin table, certainly a noble creature like a Dragon could eat at a noble house like Gryffindor." Nora shoots back, wisps of smoke trailing from her nostrils.
"A ferret?" Malfoy bristles, puffing himself up. I'm almost morbidly curious as to whether the grease in his hair is flammable...
"I'm looking at one right now, it's even wearing Slytherin robes." Nora states, a vicious smirk crossing her face.
"Please, just drop it and go back to your table Malfoy." Honestly, I have no idea why he keeps trying things like this.
"Sticking up for it?" It? Seriously? He rounds on me. "Creatures don't have any place at Hogwarts, outside of being studied or used as potions ingredients." He sneers.
No helping it I guess, no matter how high my social skills are now, Malfoy hates me. "Bold words, coming from someone so inbred they're barely human."
"You dare?" His eyes gleam, hand reaching for his wand.
"What, you want to duel Malfoy?" I state loudly, standing up. "For what? Your family's honor? We tried that last year, remember? You didn't show. Your family has no more honor for me to take."
Ron's on his feet as well, as is Nora. Hermione looks terrified, throwing glances over at the staff table. Already I can see Hagrid, Snape, and my own head of house on their way over. It's just a question of who gets here first.
"You're going to regret that Potter." Malfoy growls lowly, throwing glances at the gossiping crowd. It's nice having them on my side for once.
"Please. If you had one ounce of magical talent I may feel threatened. But then, you wouldn't have to hide behind your empty threats and your father's name." I wonder, with my speed and strength, I could probably reach him before he could draw his wand properly. Probably break his nose too...
"Well now, what's all this then?" Lockhart. How the bloody hell did Lockhart get here first?
"Malfoy's challenged Potter to a duel!" Thank you anonymous Hufflepuff, thank you.
"A duel?" The professor glances between us. The rest are on the way over, Hagrid in the lead by virtue of his size. There's no way- "A capital idea! That's just what this school needs, you know? I can teach theory until I'm blue in the face, but a dueling club is where true skills are forged."
What.
No, seriously, what?
"I'll discuss it with the Headmaster at once, and you two can have the honor of first duel. No need to go throwing curses around in the halls like children. Best to deal with things the way proper wizards do." Oh, great.
"What's all this then?" Hagrid's voice booms over the rest of us.
"Daddy!" Nora beams, her earlier attitude seemingly forgotten. "That ugly slytherin was bothering me during breakfast, calling me all sorts of nasty names. But Harry stood up for me, and now he's going to duel him for my honor!"
A bit of an embellishment, isn't it? "Did he now?" Hagrid beams with approval. "Just what exactly were you doing this far from your seat, Mr. Malfoy?"
"You're not a professor." Draco protests.
"But I am, and he's quite right. Disturbing breakfast over something so petty isn't proper behavior. 5 points from Slytherin." Lockhart adds. "Ah, but forgive my lack of manners. My name is Gilderoy Lockhart, professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. If I'm not mistaken, you are a Norwegian Ridgeback, are you not?" he bows, taking one of Nora's scaled hands in his own with a flourish.
It's almost adorable the way Nora flushes, hiding slightly behind me. "T-that's right. But don't think flattery will get you anywhere." Yep, Lockhart's a purely social character...
"Ah, I could tell at a glance. Of course, you haven't developed the spines yet, but that color of scale... But I digress, would you do me the honor of attending class this afternoon? It seems several of the students sorely need a lesson on dragons, and I'd be remiss if I didn't include a potential guest speaker." He beams.
"I don't see the problem with it." Hagrid states, thumping his daughter on the back. Nora gives him a betrayed look, before nodding.
"Only because I don't have anything else to do."
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Lockhart's class was simultaneously interesting, amusing, and rather disturbing. Certainly, I learned a lot about dragon and their habits. Things like how 'unsocialized' dragons are essentially sociopaths, fixated only on their own personal interests. You can barter with them, if you can provide something they want, but they're just as likely to kill you and simply take it, if it takes less effort...
Nora herself was perfect for offsetting most of the negatives. We spoke at length about a dragon's hoarding tendencies, how they each have their own set of values to measure things by. Apparently, Lockhart had once encountered a dragon that was enamored with small soapstone carvings. All it took to keep the dragon from raiding the local village was a simple offering every month.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, nothing about care and maintenance was brought up. Being Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lockhart was more concerned with teaching us how not to die by insulting a dragon. I can only hope the lesson sticks in Malfoy's empty brain.
Still, the picture painted by the lesson was a bit... Disturbing. Throughout it all, no one seemed to treat Nora as a girl. Sure, she was a dragon, strong and scaly and capable of melting steel with her breath but... Maybe it's because I was raised by muggles, but I still see her as an odd human, with strange habits, rather than a 'dragon' with a human appearance.
Is it like this for all magical creatures? To be treated as something utterly 'alien' when there's actually a lot in common between them an humans?
I found myself pondering it as I wandered the halls, eventually stumbling upon an unused classroom.
And then there's the dueling club. I'm not sure it'll get off the ground, but if it does... Or even if it doesn't, I suppose I'll have to learn how eventually. Already I can think of a few people who need an ass kicking.
With a sigh, I flip open the codex, bringing up the list of offensive magic. "Furor's Glacial Fangs." I mutter to myself, reading the description of the wand movements. It's a conjuration, bringing forth pointed icicles, a variable amount depending on the actual movements of the wand...
It seems dangerous, but the spell mentions that by under powering it, you can blunt the tips. It'd still sting, much like getting hit with a high-speed rock, but...
Well, some people need to get hit with a rock or two.
18 tries. It takes me 18 tries to get the actual movements right, and in the meantime I'm shouting the spell until my lungs are hoarse. Finally, with some effort, I manage to fire off a single shard of ice at the far wall.
"I was wondering..." A voice from the door interrupts my victory celebration, drawing my attention to the door. "Who would be practicing such an out of date dueling spell at this hour."
"Hello Professor Flitwick... I'm not out past curfew, am I?" I take a quick glance at my watch.
"No, no... I simply heard the shouting and thought to investigate. May I see?" He gestures at the wall, and I oblige him, turning and sending a spike of ice.
"Good. Quite good. I assume you've just started practicing the spell today?" I nod, and he continues. "I used to be a professional dueler, you know. That was one of the more popular openers to a basic elemental chain."
"Elemental chain?" I mutter, trying to parse the meaning.
"A spell chain... It's a duelist's term for a series of spells that either mesh well together, effect wise, or are easily cast in that particular order. Wand positioning and momentum, you see. Achibald's Elemental Chain, for example, starts with Furor's Glacial Fangs. It then moves on to Cassandra's Scalding Tongue, into Gale's Arctic Blast."
The diminutive professor strides up next to me, and his wand blurs into motion. Within a single second three spears of ice race outwards, trailing two spells behind them. They crash into the wall, shattering into dozens of pieces which quickly melt down into water and refreeze, coating the wall in a sheen of ice.
"The spell is effective because, while devastating if the opponent takes all three hits, it's still debilitating if they block normally." He explains.
... "Could you teach me to duel?"
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AN: Not my best work, I'll admit. Mostly I just want to move the storyline onwards a bit.
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