The Beast Within - Chapter 5

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Harry/Molly
Consensual Cuckold
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The gathering had to be moved outside. Thankfully, it was a nice night out. Harry didn't know why, but being inside the home itself was too much for him. It was a sensory overload. There was something else underneath it as well. That urge he had first experienced when Andi entered the enclosure. He didn't feel the call to bite someone, to possibly create a companion. It was the desire to claim. Not as part of his pack, or whatever a group of dragons were called, but to mate.

Harry wasn't sure what to make of it. He considered the Weasleys pretty much an unofficial family. Of the lot, there were only two options since he didn't find any of the guys appealing. Ginny was too young, and Molly was married. That didn't make either of them make sense.

It wasn't until Molly served him up a third piece of cake that he narrowed it down. He thought it was just the food at first. Between her need to make sure he had enough to eat, and his increased metabolism he was even putting Ron to shame. Granted, he had better manners, but that was mostly to poke fun at his friend. Ron wasn't that bad. The signs that he had grown up in a large family had left an impact on his behavior.

Molly. It was her. He felt a surge of heat every time she came near. Harry tried to use logic to force the reaction back under his control. Molly was Rons' mother. She was married. Not only would it upset his friend, but she was also married. Arthur was everything that Harry could ask for in a family member. While not really a father figure, he was more like an uncle. It would be a majorly disrespectful.

The other side of the argument wasn't in words. He found himself watching her move. Her choice of clothes wasn't aimed at showing off her figure, but it didn't take much to catch glimpses. She had the perfect figure for mating. Her large breasts would provide plenty of milk for his children to suckle. Each step she took had a small sway. Ron and his siblings were clear proof of her fertility.

He felt a surge of heat every time she got close to him. It was starting to wear him down. He headed back into the Burrow.

"Are you feeling alright?" Molly called after him.

Harry walked faster. He didn't trust himself to answer. The sound of his heartbeat overpowered the gathering outside. He paused to appreciate the difference in volume once the door was closed. His pulse didn't thunder near as much now that there was a barrier between him and Molly.

He made his way upstairs to the bathroom. Some cool water sounded like a great idea. The faucets were charmed to provide the perfect temperature. There was a multistep process that Hermione had tried to explain to him once, but he hadn't paid much attention. Right now, his sole focus was cold water.

The healers had discovered that his standard body temperature was now quite a few degrees warmer. He hadn't noticed much of a change aside from less blankets and lighter clothing. Now, he felt hot. The surge in temperature started in his groin whenever Molly got close. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, just an unexpected sensation.

Harry was tempted to strip down and take a cold shower, but he didn't think he could get away with that. It would raise too many questions that Andi would push to be answered. He could wind back up at St Mungo's for more tests. That was not going to happen.

He stripped off his shirt, hung it up on a towel hook, and then started the cold water. Wisps of steam rose from the soft washcloth he started to soak. The mirror fogged up in less than a minute. More steam was released into the room each time he touched the cloth to his body. The upside being that he didn't need to worry about having to explain why he was wet. His skin was dry again in a matter of moments.

A soft knock on the door brought him back to awareness. The thin barrier did nothing to hold back her scent.

"Harry, dear." Her voice was concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Molly." His voice came out as a growl. "I need you to leave."

"Molly?" She teased. "I guess that's better than Mrs. Weasley. Do you need me to get Andromeda?"

"No." Harry closed his eyes. "I need you to leave."

"Harry." Her tone went stern. "There is something you're not telling me."

Harry threw open the door. His bright, rich green eyes glowed as he stared at her. Molly flinched and took a step back without realizing. This wasn’t the little boy she knew. His gaze was hungry in a way that she knew quite well. Her eyes traveled over his body to admire his exposed skin. Wisps of steam rose from the fading streaks of water. They only served to enhance the details of his torso. He was lithe, either the transformation had done wonders for his body, or he had gone through a magically overpowered puberty.

"If you don't leave right now." Harry fought against the call to take her right in the hallway. "I'm going to mount you until I'm satisfied."

"Oh." Molly squeaked.

A mixture of relief and disappointment swirled in his head as she hurried back down the stairs. The beast within him roared to chase her down. He NEEDED to breed her. It didn't matter if her family was just outside. It didn't matter that she was his friend's mother. She would be the first of many to carry his progeny.

Harry let out a ragged sigh. He stepped back into the bathroom to retrieve his shirt. His body was still too hot, but he couldn't walk around half-naked. He idly wondered if there was a spell to summon ice. There was one for water, surely ice wouldn't be out of the question.

He made his way downstairs. The Weasleys' had a couple of bookshelves in their sitting room. He had scanned through the titles a few times. They had the complete Harry Potter Adventures series as well as a few other selections of magical world fiction. His target was among a few spell books. It only took a moment to find what he was looking for. Everyday Magic by Lenora Everleigh.

The selection of spellbook focused on little things that everyone could use like mending for various materials, how to strengthen furniture and walls. There was a selection of potions as well. His goal, conjuration, was toward the back of the book.

He silently thanked Andi for the new wand holster. It stayed in place on his forearm even when he shifted to his dragon form. A flick of his wrist twirled the wand into his grip. The extra flourish wasn't necessary, but it was fun.

"Glacies Parva." Harry copied the motion on the page.

A small sphere of ice appeared in the air. The solid piece was a little smaller than a snitch. His hand snapped out to grab the orb faster than he had expected. He looked down at the steaming sphere in his palm. Harry shrugged. He rolled the shrinking sphere of ice along the back of his neck and. A small groan slipped out as he ran it his forehead. Oddly enough his scar hadn't hurt once since he had hatched.

Harry closed his eyes as the ice did its job. Even in the haze he knew when Molly entered the house. She hurried upstairs without a word to him. He forced his attention back to the sliver of ice as it melted away. It didn't do much to ease the hunger for her, but it was better than nothing.

"Harry." Molly called from upstairs.

He cocked his head to the side. There was a stretch of silence. He had just about convinced himself that his mind was playing tricks on him when her voice sounded again.

"Harry." Molly called again. "Come upstairs, dear."

He followed the siren call upstairs. It led him to the door to the Master Bedroom that was open just a crack. He pushed it open to find Molly lying on the bed covered in a thin sheet. The way it draped over her made it clear she was nude underneath.

"I asked Arthur." Molly gave him a shy smile. "We've been wanting another child."

She pulled the sheet away to reveal her naked form. It was even better than he had imagined. Her skin was smooth even after seven kids, magic probably. He loved magic. Freckles dotted along her shoulders and chest. Her large, bountiful breasts were capped with pink, oval nipples. They were erect, either from exposure to the air or arousal. She spread her legs and ran a finger along her puffy lips. Her scent filled the room. It stocked the fire within him to an inferno.

Harry undressed faster than he had ever before. He was vaguely aware of the door closing behind him. His main attention was on the delicious cunt before him. A little trimmed patch of red hair sent a thrill through him. The hooded look she gave him told him she had trimmed it just for him. Beads of arousal played along her lips.

There was no thought of technique, foreplay, or romance. This was a primal, animalistic call.

Harry leaped onto the bed. He hooked her legs under her knees as he went. Molly let out a little 'oof' as he folded her practically in half. She had just enough room to guide the head of his cock to her opening. He plunged into her the moment his crown touched her wetness.

"Harry!" Molly screamed as he filled her in one thrust.

He pulled his hips back until only the head of his cock was inside of her. His hungry, wild eyes met her. On a normal day his green eyes were beautiful with a gentle glow. Right now, they seemed to be alight with an inner flame. He slammed back down once their eyes met.

Harry was harder than he had ever been before. His stroke sessions were quick, quiet, and he was just erect enough to get the job done. The dorm with four other guys didn't lend to much privacy. It was even worse when he had been at Privet Drive. Right now, he felt like his cock was made of stone.

His hips snapped forward. Each thrust ended with a sharp clap as their bodies met. He hammered down Molly with a single-minded purpose. Her silky pussy gripped him so tight it didn't want to let him go.

Molly let out a loud scream as he continued to pound away. Arthur was a considerate lover. At times he would use some naughty language. Rarely, he would give her a light spank if he was feeling feisty. He made sure she had an orgasm every time they made love.

Those gentle peaks were nothing like the raging orgasms that ripped through her body. His cock hard, hot, cock stretched her in a way that her husband never could. Each stroke ended with his broad head smacking against her cervix.

She babbled nonsense and screamed as her eyes rolled back. Another orgasm rocked her body. Harry didn't stop or slow down. He drove her over the edge again and again. The waves of pleasure had overpowered any higher thought process.

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 shortly.

"Oh." Molly gave him a drunk smile. "Harry. That was something else."

Harry kept his cock inside of her. The fire had eased, but it had not faded away fully. He guided her legs back down to the bed.

"Thank you, dear." Molly trailed a hand along his chest. "Could you tell Arthur that I'm a bit tired? My legs are going to be wobbly after that."

Harry arced an eyebrow at her.

"What?" She asked.

"We're not done." Harry started to rock inside of her once more.

Molly opened her mouth to say something. Her words were lost in a moan.

His full hardness returned. This time, his strokes were long and slow. He reveled in the feeling of her cunt. The need to breed her was still there, even if the call wasn't as loud. With strength he didn't know he possessed, he lifted her off the bed. He pulled out of her just long enough to flip her over to her stomach, prone.

"Eep." Molly let out a little sound as the head of his cock slid back inside.

He let out a contented sigh as he settled his full length in her pussy. Her pillowy cheeks bounced with each motion. Harry alternated his speed to watch her shake. Now that he was more aware he could feel when she came. Her pussy would grip his cock in a firm stutter. She was cumming more frequently in this position.

Harry grabbed her wide hips and lifted her up a little. The slight angle let him reach deeper. He switched to shallow, rapid thrusts that made her ass clap. The sight combined with the sensation pushed him over the edge faster than the first time. Once more he pushed in as deep as he could to let loose the second deposit of hot seed.

Molly dropped her hips back to the bed once he released his grip. Her eyes drooped as she tried to look over her shoulder at him.

"Harry, dear." Molly slurred. "I can't go again."

Harry leaned over to place a kiss on her shoulder.

"I'll be back in a couple of days to make sure you're properly bred." He whispered.

Molly shuddered at the feel of his breath on her skin. She hid her face in her pillow and nodded in reply.

"Good girl." Harry slid out of her.

He admired the view of the cum stuffed cunt. Her cheeks were red from the vigorous slap of their hips.

Harry cleaned the juices from his cock with the skirt she had placed nearby. Molly was fast asleep by the time he was dressed. He left the room and closed the door quietly behind him. Arthur gave him a knowing smile as he stepped out into the garden.

"Harry!" Ron called. "Where were you?"

"I had to cool down." Harry shrugged.

Ron raised his eyebrows. He shrugged as well.

"Alright." The ginger said. "What is that smell?"

"Hm?" Harry asked, then sniffed. He was absolutely soaked in the smell of sex. "I guess it's a perk of being a dragon."

"Perk." Ron snorted. "Andromeda was looking for you. She wanted to take you home."

"Thanks." He smiled at Ron. "I'll find her."

"Have you seen my mom?" Ron asked after a moment.

"I saw her inside." Harry motioned back to the house. "She said she needed some rest."

Ron thought for a moment. He shook his head.

"I never said it." Ron dropped his voice. "Thanks for that night. You jumped in front of a werewolf for me and Hermione. You could have died."

Harry smiled at his friend. He loved Ron like a brother, and he would fight to his last breath to keep his family safe. In a few months they would really be family. Harry stifled a laugh.