37 Future Interlude Pt. 6

All the while, Lavender is doing her damnedest to participate in the face-fucking. She gives the best blowjob she can, a world-class in any definition of the phrase. Her tongue writhes back and forth along the underside of Harry's dick, and her hands come up to rest on his thighs as she kneels over him. His grip on her horns means Harry controls the pace of things, but that doesn't mean Lavender can't contribute, can't participate.

Eventually, one of the blonde cowgirl's hands moves to Harry's balls. Her fingers slide over his nut sack, and she massages and kneads his churning genitals, even as Harry grunts, throbbing inside of her throat. That's what ultimately tips him over the edge, and Lavender lets out a muffled moo around his dick before swallowing as best she can. Some of it, she can't keep down. It spills out of her stuffed cheeks, the sides of her mouth leaking sticky white cum. But she drinks the majority, as much as she possibly can get down her throat. And when he pulls back, she's quick to scoop up whatever's slipped out as well, slurping that back up into her mouth like a woman possessed. Or, as the case currently was, a cowgirl possessed.

Harry can't help himself. He chuckles a little at the sight of Lavender being so very Lavender, even if she's currently dark-skinned and horned, with a cow tail swishing back and forth behind her. The chuckle causes the blonde cowgirl to freeze up, as if she's just realizing he's still there. Blinking at his mirth, Lavender blushes and sticks up her nose in the air.

"H-Hmph! That doesn't count as a win or anything, I won't just give in b-because… oh."

As she talks, Harry reaches out, grabs her by the wrist, and places her hand back on his cock. Lavender immediately clutches at his still-hard member, and her eyes gaze down at it as she ceases her boasting to stare at his length instead.

"Oooh… mooooo…"

"You want more, don't you slut? Well then, why don't you get me ready again, yeah?"

Still mooing, Lavender finally surrenders completely. Harry grins as the cowgirl uses her tits to envelop his cock. Her breasts are huge, and they actually do manage to fully encapsulate his thick girth, but not his entire length. The top of his dick, the first few inches, poke out of Lavender's cleavage, forcing the cowgirl to once again suck him into her mouth, slurping at his member even as she slides her breasts up and down his dick.

The face-fucking earlier produced more than enough saliva to make the passage slick and easy, even as Harry luxuriates in the feel of those fat, milk-laden ta-tas wrapped around his member. It's good… it's very good… but as he leaks more and more precum into Lavender's waiting mouth, Harry knows he wants more. So, without further ado, he grabs Lavender by the horns and forces her back, finally taking full control over once again.

Lavender yelps and then moos as she finds herself forced onto her back. Harry grabs at her tits harshly for a moment, before grabbing her by her thick legs and pulling them up and over her body. This lifts her ass off the ground, and coincidentally, puts her cunt right in line with his cock. Or perhaps not so coincidentally, as the next thing Lavender feels is Harry's prick buried deep inside of her sopping wet quim.

The blonde cowgirl moos long and hard at that, her eyes very nearly rolling back in her head then and there. She keeps her cool though, which gives Harry a bit of an idea as he sinks deep inside of Lavender's cunt, only to stop and lean forward, his hands squeezing at her lactating tits.

"Lavender…"

Realizing he's not fucking her, the blonde blinks and focuses on him.

"Y-Yes?"

Grinning wickedly, Harry produces a very special ornament, seemingly from nowhere. The golden cowbell glistens in sunlight as he holds it up before her eyes.

"Are you ready for your new role as my tamed cowgirl?"

Flushing with embarrassment, the blonde nevertheless nods as she stares almost transfixed at what is essentially a collar… the end of her existence as a 'big strong minotaur'. But then, they both know she was never one of those, not really. Bereft of her fur bikini by this point, impaled on Harry's cock as he grips and mauls her fat milk-laden breasts, Lavender the cowgirl is summarily collared with the golden cowbell… and only then does Harry begin to fuck her with nice, long, powerful strokes of his massive cock.

She moos the entire time of course, completely giving in to her new role now. Nothing of the minotaur she'd been playing at being remains as the busty cowgirl's entire body bounces and jerks with each thrust of Harry's dick. He fucks her and fucks her, and then he fucks her some more… and alongside the constant mooing as she cums over and over again around his member is the jingle of the cowbell as it's jostled by Harry's feverish pace, his thrusts causing it to bounce against her upper chest time and time again.

Eventually, Lavender's eyes roll up in her head. When her tongue wags out of her mouth, Harry reaches out and grabs her by the horns as he leans forward and kisses her fully on the mouth. He dominates her tongue with his own, even as he grinds his muscular, broad chest down on Lavender's lactating titties, his pecs rubbing against her nipples in a way that just drives her plain wild. But then, everything Harry has been doing has been driving Lavender wild for quite some time now.

When he finally cums, it's because Lavender's umpteenth explosive orgasm finally milks his release from him, his seed spilling out into her womb as she moos noisily and sluttily. When he pulls free of his cowbell'd cowgirl, Harry grins as Lavender immediately moves to take his cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping at it until it's clean. Unlike some of his other girls however, Lavender knows her place… and now, so does Lavender the cowgirl. Rather than try to take more of his time, the blonde sits back in a kneeling position the instant she's done cleaning him off, her fat ass resting on her hooves as she looks up at him with a wide smile.

Chuckling, Harry runs his hand through Lavender's untamed blonde mane, sliding his fingers along the base of her horns.

"Now then. Who's next?"

Blinking, as if just remembering the entire point of this game, Lavender flushes as she gets back into character for a moment.

"There was an, um… big mean dragon who took over my cave! Could you get it back for me? Or at least teach that dastardly dragon a lesson! She's a giant jerk!"

Harry just smiles. Oh, he knows exactly who's playing the part of a dragon. It's even more obvious than Lavender the Cowgirl was.

"Sure, darling. I'll teach her a lesson for you. While I'm doing so, why don't you go apologize to the Sphinx for stealing HER home, alright? After all, kitties love milk."

Lavender's eyes sparkle as the blonde cowgirl gets Harry's intentions immediately. She bobs her head up and down in agreement, and Harry pulls away from her as she stands and goes back the direction he's come. It's clear she understands him perfectly… and Harry almost wishes he could follow her, just to watch Hermione's reaction when the blonde cowgirl launched herself at the Sphinx and smothered the transformed girl with her fat, lactating titties.

But alas, there's a dragon that Harry has to see about a cave. For a moment, Harry looks at his discarded shield and sword. Does he really need them at this point? No, no he does not. With a chuckle, he turns and heads in the opposite direction of Lavender, leaving the weapons behind.

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When he finally arrives at the cave, the dragon is nowhere in sight. But Harry can tell he's come to the right place, what with the massive amount of treasure, and the extravagance of the area. The 'dragon' has certainly spruced up the place, making it more fit for a queen or a princess rather than a beast… if it were not located in a cave. Of course, there's also the natural hot spring pool that Harry finds deeper in.

He's not at all begrudging of the way his girls have left him sweaty over the course of the day. Most of them have been pretty good about cleaning up after themselves, so any stickiness he's feeling at this point is dried saliva rather than other things. Still, Harry's not about to pass up the chance at a nice, warm bath. Especially one that looks like it'll be quite luxuriating.

Discarding his loincloth on the side of the pool, Harry steps down into the water without pause or hesitation. There's no second thoughts, no concern to be had. Honestly, what does he have to fear? The warm water feels amazing, as expected, and Harry lets out a pleased sigh as he dunks his head beneath the surface for a moment, before coming back up and running his hands over his face.

As he's standing there in the middle of the pool, he feels the presence approaching from behind. How can he not, given how in tune Harry is with all his girls? Still, to reveal her before her time would be the height of rudeness, and it would also ruin the little game that they've been putting on for him. So, Harry keeps up his oblivious act, all while staying in the middle of the pool for a while longer than he would have normally.

The 'dragon' takes her time creeping up behind him underwater, before slowly cresting the surface, silent but also so obviously there. Still, Harry doesn't do anything until she slides her slender arms along his sides and wraps them around his muscular abdomen. A chin comes up to rest on his shoulder and wings flare out on either side of him. But most importantly, another set of spectacular milk jugs ends up pressed against Harry's back as a familiar voice fills his ear.

"Mm, so then, a hero has come to the dragon's lair, has he? One must wonder what he hopes to accomplish here… not even a knight, but a barbarian brute without so much as a weapon. What chance does a barbarian hold against ME when even the best knights have failed?"

Harry grins, but doesn't react. In fact, he continues to clean himself, cupping water and pouring it across his grimy form as he stands there in Daphne's embrace. The dragon-girl growls a little at his silence, at the way he seems to ignore her.

"Maybe you're here to avenge that silly cow I played with once before! Or perhaps you've come across that uppity kitten who's tongue I thoroughly enjoyed! Well, barbarian?! Did they not see fit to mention that I am now Queen of these lands?! Did they not tell you to be wary of me?"

Harry finally makes his move, and it's simply to turn around. Her grip on him broken, Daphne steps back, serpent-like eyes flashing as she looks upon him, and he looks upon her. She's gorgeous of course, even as a dragon girl. Though, her scales don't really reach her actual body. She's got the tail, and she's got the wings, and she's got some delightful patterns across her arms and her lower legs… but her breasts are completely exposed, and her very human crotch is covered with a lacy black pair of panties.

Daphne's dragon form is every bit as thought-out and well-fashioned as Hermione's Sphinx form, perhaps even more so. With her buxom chest, her wide hips, her toned belly… she's giving off the same air that the others did. One that practically screams 'made for breeding'. Or maybe that's just Harry being Harry?

Eh, it doesn't really matter. Back to the game. Harry grins as Daphne preens under his gaze, smirking wickedly as she flaunts her beauty this way and that.

"Hmph, it's only right that a hero such as yourself marvels at the perfection of the greatest of all monsters. Perhaps I won't eat you after all. In fact, I may very well allow you to leave once you're done pleasuring me."

Sauntering right past him without a care in the world, Daphne wades easily through the hot spring pool. He could grab her then and there, dominate her and fuck her into oblivion without a care in the world as she passes within arm's reach of him. But where's the fun in that? Instead, Harry enjoys watching the bounce of the dragon girl's ass, the sway of her hips, even the way her tail swishes through the air behind her as she reaches a rock and climbs atop it.

Perching there, Daphne turns back to face him and spreads her thighs wide open, a lust-filled grin on her face.

"Barbarian brutes such as yourself must pay homage to the queen. Get over here and put that tongue of yours to work."

He's got no problem with that. Daphne's legs rise up to rest on his shoulders once he's in position, and her thighs close around his head. Her clawed fingers slide through Harry's messy black hair, but he's more focused on her dripping little cunt then anything else. The dragon girl is completely bald down there, but then of course she is. Slipping his tongue from his mouth, Harry presses the tip of it to Daphne's clit. Hissing, she curls her claws harsher through his hair, and Harry responds by sliding his tongue all the way down the length of her slit.

"Y-You… d-don't you dare tease me, you b-barbarian. L-Lest you lose your head!"

Chuckling darkly, Harry nevertheless obeys the haughty dragon princess, his tongue finally pushing through her pussy lips and into her cunt itself. As with the others, he elongates his flexible mouth muscle, much to Daphne's moaning delight. She humps at his face as he eats her out, and Harry's hands come up under her to squeeze at her ass cheeks, lifting her partially up off the rock in order to get his tongue even deeper inside of her.

Needless to say, Harry soon has her mewling. Of course, when his bright green eyes slide up the length of her beautiful form and lock with her own, she immediately stops… or tries to, anyways. Harry's tongue goes to work and the 'barbarian brute' proceeds to do what he does best. Bring one of his lovely girls to multiple, satisfying orgasms. Even if Daphne is a dragon right now, this is no different, in the end. She still cums around his tongue, again and again and again. She climaxes across his face, but Harry could care less.

He's enjoying every moment of this, every moment of her extremely vocal ecstasy as she inadvertently praises him with the resulting screams that erupt from her throat as the pleasure builds and then crests over and over again. Only when Daphne's grip on his hair finally begins to loosen, only when her thighs stop pressing against the sides of his head, does Harry begin to slow down. Not that he stops even there, as Daphne slowly falls back onto the rock, moaning and mewling pathetically, her legs no longer wrapped around his head, merely draped over his shoulders.

Even then, Harry drags another orgasm or two from the dragon princess, before finally pulling his elongated tongue from her cunt, and his head from betwixt her thighs. Grinning wickedly, he lifts an eyebrow as Daphne sits up on her elbows and looks at him with a tired, satiated gaze. After a moment, she waves one of her clawed hands dismissively.

"You… you may go. I find your worship… satisfying. Be gone with you."

Harry doesn't move. In fact, his other eyebrow lifts to meet the first one as he stares at Daphne, as if to ask 'really?'. Daphne flushes, but stays in character all the same, despite the fact that she HAS to know what's coming next.

"What are you waiting for? You can't… you can't expect me to lower myself so far as to mate with a human, can you? I-It's not like your big, fat cock entices me o-or anything. N-Not like your member is bigger than my forearm, thick and girthy for the sole purpose of… o-of…"

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