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Fawkes had seen a lot in his life. The near end of the world by tits. The near end of the world by cheese. The near end of the world by shadows. The rise of several dynasties….
Point is, Fawkes had seen a lot.
So, when Fawkes watched the blind, half dead snake slowly slither its way to the scarred hatchling to speak their strange language, it was normal. When Fawkes saw the Hatchling shout and wave its limbs, it was normal. When Fawkes saw the snake start to shrink and the Hatchling look around in a rush, it was still relatively normal.
When the Hatchling pulled down its pants and the now tiny snake crawled inside it… Well. Not the strangest but it was surely going in the list next time anyone asked Fawkes of what weird things he saw.
"You see that too?" The hat was a surprisingly comfortable roost.
"Squawk." Understanding too.
Well, Fawkes had work to do. Teleporting the red hatchlings and moving to the Scarred Hatchling last. "H-hullo Fawkes, you wont tell anyone will you?"
Stupid Hatchling, humans cant understand Fawkes anyway.
Warping the last Hatchling into the Infirmary, Fawkes took the dead book to Dummy door. Setting it upon his desk with a screech before warping him to the infirmary to finish the day and get some rest.
Harry didnt know what to think anymore. Madame Pomfrey had just checked him for injuries and said nothing was too worrying, just exhaustion. Professor Dumbledore had come and asked to see him after he was healed and ready for a report of the incident. And nobody was questioning the snake in his pants.
This wasnt how it was supposed to go, he was supposed to pass out or something, people were supposed to ask the questions they needed, and then the world would move on. He wasnt supposed to feel the smooth chill of the scales sliding through his body. He wasnt supposed to feel a heady pleasure for hiding something so dangerous from everybody. He wasnt even supposed to be in the hospital wing.
When the Basilisk had approached after he killed Tom Riddle, Harry hadn't known what to do, it was terrifying. He thought he had killed it and torn a fang free! It was slowly healing before his eyes, asking where the previous master was and he couldnt escape.
He broke. He told the too large snake that the previous master died and that he was the new one.
That was not smart.
He still didnt know how that ended up with the too large snake shrinking and saying "a warm cave is close enough" as it crawled towards him. He still didnt know why he allowed the snake inside. He still didnt know why he couldnt get the feeling of those scales out of his mind.
He was finally alone again. It took time and effort but he was alone in the Prefects Bathroom. He had gotten enough food from the Elves that Saressa should be fine. Why was he nervous?
As he stripped near the pile of meat, he twitched. Feeling the smooth movement in his colon of the descending snake.
"Saressaaaa… Please, please just come out and eat before something happens~" his voice was halting and drawn, skipping into moans as he slowly slid to the floor against the wall. The slick wetness between his thighs and the feeling of that previously tiny snake finding her way out leaving him light headed.
She poked her head through his aching hole, larger than when she first entered him already, but not as thick as his forearm yet. "Ple–Eease, Saressssa~!" His voice, hissing in pleasure and pain echoed in the chamber as she kept crawling out and growing at the same pace. He couldnt take it, he had to, he had to.
She remarked as his hand grew closer to his turgid member and soaking core, "Massster~ you know the struggle of keeping myself small for you. If we just keep practicing eventually you can fit me at my best~" her sibbilant hissing rang in his ears as he imagined it. Going past his dick to shove as many fingers as he could into his poor gaping pussy with wide eyes.
"Please please please Saressa~ just eat and we can get back to it!" Breaking between english and parseltongue he stared at the impossible length appearing from his fucking ass. She was brutal, already longer than has whole arm and thicker than his forearm at her head. She was going back in as large as she could and he would be stuck here until she managed it and he clenched around his digits as he came. His vision whitening as he watched her devour the rats given to them. Her body thickening despite ceasing in growth as she kept the tip of her tail in his body. "Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck." He couldnt tear his eyes away, he knew she couldnt fully shrink after eating. Knew she would never let him leave this room without being inside him. Knew he would have her in his core or his colon and his hands just werent enough.
"Please Saressa!" His voice was so whiny, needy. It rang with high and heady pulses as his hands worked at both open spots he had for pleasure. He couldnt match her. He knew. He knew, he knew she was better than anything he could try.
Her buffet was ending, her body thickened to an obscene distension at her middle, both his arms being unable to match it in thickness.
His mouth watered.
Her eyes turned to him as she finished, the gaping masses having healed long ago while she was inside him. Something something magic he was told but she was too busy doing other things for him to pay attention.
Like now, when instead of crawling forward into him, she slowly pulsed her tail, deeper than he expected today, and went in and out and in and out.
His hands werent enough and she knew it.
"Massssterrr, remove those useless things. Let me show you why you belong here." Her voice echoed in his ear, the understanding of parseltongue making his head light and fuzzy and understanding on a different level than what she probably meant.
She shoved her tail deeper as she approached, he could feel her scales individually rubbing against that warm happy spot as his hands refused to stray from the wall behind him.
She had told him to after all.
Her tongue was light and gentle, as thick as his fingers but far more dextrous as she rubbed her smooth scales against his puffy pussy.
His voice was loud, ringing, high, so very feminine and he couldn't help it.
The feel of her scales as she rubbed, the pressure on that sweet button, the depth of that dull point, the light tug of her tongue as she stared at him.
He screamed as he came. Leaking those messy fluids all over her body as she began licking them up. "Massterr, stay still. I will be prepping you nowww" his throat dried. After that? After all that she hadn't even started prepping him? Was she going to go bigger? Was she going to use a different hole this time?
Oh, he came again. Clenching over her tail and body as his head knocked against the wall and his teeth ground together.
He would not move.
She licked and licked, cleaning him slowly, putting feather touches all over his thighs and pussy, before staring at him, "Master, you may scream, please remember to tell me if the pain gets too much and I will try to shrink." Her voice was so clear in his foggy head. In his fuzzy brain he nodded, mumbling something as with a simple push of either end she began to dive. Her tail pushed deeper into his ass, getting thicker and thicker and stretching him too well. But it was her head, that pointed nose digging into his core that had his jaw dropping and drool escaping with his soundless wails.
She was big, at her widest nearly as wide as his shoulders, her head alone was larger than his full fist. She was long, longer than he was tall at the least. A full fifth of her had disappeared into his hungry asshole faster than he could think. Another fifth was making its way inside his gaping pussy. His hips would break before he could take all of her, but as she nudged past his cervix, around it to that deeper end to rub against her own tail through his walls his voice refused to drop.
The wails were worse than Myrtles. How could he face anyone if they saw this image? A snake larger than him, shoving nearly half its length inside him as his stomach distended to show her progress so very, very, clearly. How could he face anyone, knowing she would stay in there for months at a time, refusing to leave completely at any point. How could he face anyone knowing that he had seen her head wrapped by her tail through his own skin and could only think about how lucky he was to have her and the magic needed to take her.
His face was disgusting, tears and snot dripping as he drooled at his own body. As he screamed his moans to the empty room and became a nearly insensate mass of pleasured flesh. He was only able to comprehend that there would be more soon as Saressa shoved more and more and more and he could only cum and cum and cum each time she thrust with force, or poked that button deliberately, or struck her tongue lightly around his cervix to remind him.
He was hers. Who was the master here really, when he could hardly ever live without this beautiful woman fucking him into a depraved wail in an empty room he had to rush around and make deals to use.
In an empty room he ran to like an addict with his next high.
By the time his empty, fucking, head, was unable to register anything but pleasure and moans, she had barely shoved half her length inside. By that time his eyes were blurry, his brain was happy and blank, and he was unable to make out much more than the steady pulsing of his stomach and the ghostly gray eyes watching him.
'oh'
His brain was too foggy to question his choices, too fuzzy to think this through, he just beckoned the curious observer forward and through his moans barely made out "Ish good ishnt it? Sho good sho perfect and big" reaching for ghostly hands, not noticing he went through them. Not hearing the girls words as she moved with him anyway to put her hand on his stomach, "shesss so god too mee. Sho goooood." Barely coherent, barely reasoning, the cold touch caused Saressa to clench and he shivered around them. Feeling the hands try to cradle that magic bulge in his stomach.
'just… Sooo…. Good….'
His last thoughts before passing out, were of the ghostly eyes being pretty, and maybe contrasts would be nice to make the next time they had a moment like this better.
Waking up to reality an hour later, Harry realized that the ghost was gone. He didnt know if it was Myrtle or the Lady, but he had bigger and better problems to worry about.
"Saressa…, please…. You know I can still get sore if you use me for so long."
His vision was still swimming. His stomach further than his knees, the floor soaked in his fluids around him as she made her presence known by moving back and forth between his ass and pussy. His hips burned. His back hurt. The stone was warm from his own release. She just, wouldnt, stop and he could still see her wrapping around herself through his skin. Her tail in his ass wrapping around her head and upper half in his pussy like he had infinite room to spare.
It was so lurid and so good that he couldnt stop clenching. Couldn't stop hissing. Couldn't stop the light and hazy moans.
"Please please please please please please"
'more'
Like she heard his thoughts she dove deeper in one end then the other, see sawing her shoulder wide mass through his fucking hips like he didnt matter and he loved it.
He clenched once more, and she stopped. His whines rang out in the silent room, the drips of his juices too much in the echo.
She slowly curled, deeper and deeper in his colon, lightly shrinking as she went but it wasnt enough, his stomach never became small enough to carry.
"Please!" His shriek as her widest point went past his fun little button was high, piercing, and when her head came out she moved it too look at him.
"Master…. I shall clean, for now, work on getting ready for the spell work. I can go no smaller today."
He knew she lied. She was larger than when she finished eating. She got something out of this just as he did.
"Thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou" his face was a mess of tears, snot, and drool. His head was rolled back, leaning against the wall, staring down as far as he could at that burning red expanse. He loved her. He didnt deserve her. She did so much for him. So very much. "Love you"
She paused in her licking, her eating of him, and spoke, "Master, you are important. Beyond the life of mine, you exist to be protected and cared for. You are good. Loved. Warm. Caring. good. You are a good boy."
She repeated the phrases in between licks as his head swam, his gut got more and more used to the swelling and movement and he could ignore every bit of pain.
She repeated the phrases even after she finished with the floor and moved to his thighs, cock, and the underside of his stomach.
She repeated the phrases as he repeated his own, "Thank you, love you, perfect, too good, too strong, too good, love you, so big and perfect and loving."
As she slowly retreated into his body, curling to twist and put her head at the deepest part, she put the parting cleaning of his soaked pussy and reminded his dumb empty head, "Just expand your insides Master, I will be safe, and I am sure you will be too."
He reached his wand, tucked in the pile of his robes as he thought about the charm. The enchantment. The thing he learned because of her. The thing Hermione bragged about so much.
He used it on himself.
His stomach shrank, becoming more human, more natural. It still wasnt fully flat, but it never was anymore. He never would be empty anymore. Sure, the feeling was duller, but he still felt her move, putting her head closer and closer to his chest the longer he kept her inside him and the further she expanded.
As he slid his robes on, he remembered to apply a second version to them, just in case the first collapsed. Nobody would notice.
He would be sure of it.
Nobody would take Miss Saressa from him.