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A Very Krampus Christmas (Harry Potter)

A/N: A Very Krampus Christmas was a one-shot written back in December of 2018.

Summary: In which Harry thinks he's just roleplaying the Krampus for his girlfriend... but it turns into so much more than that.

Themes: Big Dick, Dom/Sub, Moresome

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The things he did for love… this was undoubtedly the strangest bit of roleplay Harry had engaged in with his girlfriend. Still, Hermione had been dropping quite a few hints these past couple months about Christmas and what not. And now that December had begun, it was the season, right? Of course, his little brunette know-it-all of a lover didn't want anything as normal as a beefy, buff Santa Claus to come and stuff her stocking.

Oh no, Hermione was all about the obscure stuff. Admittedly, Harry hadn't even known what the fuck a 'Krampus' was before she'd mentioned the creature and he, in his infinite wisdom, had looked it up on his own time rather than asking her what the hell she was talking about. That had definitely earned him some brownie points, he was damn sure!

So, here Harry the Krampus was. He'd gone the authentic route, so while he was still undeniably Harry, with shaggy black hair and bright green eyes… he also had the fangs and the tail and the claws and the tongue, along with plenty of equally shaggy black fur on his arms and legs. He was a monster for the time being, until he decided to reverse the magic giving him his new form.

Creeping up the stairs to the girl's dorms normally would have been quite the mistake for a boy, but Hermione had assured him that she was able to turn off the enchantment. And given that the whole staircase hadn't become a slide ten steps up and still hadn't where he was now, Harry believed her. Just like he believed her when she said that her dorm would be entirely empty save for herself. That was good, Harry really didn't want to come across any other Gryffindor girls in his current monstrous get up. The rumors would be… just awful.

No, he was going to get to Hermione's dorm and give Gryffindor's 'Good Girl' a Christmas Pounding to remember. The thought brings a grin to Harry's fanged mouth and causes his cock to begin rising between his furred legs. He doesn't bother trying to push it back down, after all, he's going to be using it on Hermione in just a moment and that insatiable minx will just love not having to wait.

Reaching the door to her dorm, Harry knocks slowly. Once, twice, thrice. Just as they'd talked about. He hums and moves back and forth, trying to stay in character as he flexes his claws and whips his tail along the ground behind him. It all feels a little odd, but also feels quite good… and he's REALLY looking forward to using his prehensile, elongated tongue to great effect on his delicious girlfriend.

What he's not expecting however, is for anyone BUT Hermione to open the door to the dorm. That's what Harry gets though, in the form of a beautiful buxom blonde bombshell as Lavender Brown in nothing but a tiny little nightie opens the door, her legendary knockers stretching the all-too thin garment to its limits and leaving what the boys of Gryffindor tended to call 'dat ass' and 'dem thighs' barely covered at all.

Before Harry can do or say anything, shocked into a wide-eyed stupor as he is, Lavender brings her hands to her face and squeals in terror.

"Oh noooo! It's the Krampus! Please Mister Krampus, please don't punish any of us! We've all been nice girls!"

What the fuck. Of course, Lavender isn't done. As soon as she's finished THAT revealing line, her eyes slide down to Harry's already engorged cock, which isn't going down one bit in the face of the fat-chested blonde.

"Oh… but that is a wonderful piece, isn't it? I can't help but imagine how it would feel to be clubbed by that honking great dick of yours, Mister Krampus…"

Harry's all but bug-eyed by this point. This was not how he expected things to go. Just as he's recovering enough to begin wondering what to do next however, Hermione FINALLY shows herself, appearing beside Lavender in the doorway. His curvy know-it-all of a girlfriend gasps with delight and kneels between him and Lavender, cupping his big balls as she looks up at him with a wicked little grin.

"Mister Krampus Sir! They're so big! S-So swollen and bloated!"

Lavender gasps as well, and now Harry can hear the note of play-acting in both their voices as the bombshell of a blonde joins his brunette girlfriend on her knees and begins to stroke and massage Harry's cock.

"Poor Mister Krampus is so backed up! It must be so uncomfortable for him~"

Its then that Harry finally looks PAST the two lustful, horny witches and into the dorm beyond. He's both surprised and not to see two more women awaiting him inside. Parvati Patil's chocolate eyes are wide as the Indian witch stares at his cock from one of the beds, all tight and sleek and staring numbly. Meanwhile, on another bed, which Harry pegs as likely Hermione's due to the sheer number of books around it, Katie Bell lays sprawled out and scantily clad as well.

The older witch has a smirk of her own on her face and she runs a hand down the side of her body once his eyes are on her.

"Mm, it must be because 'Mister Krampus' has to punish so many naughty girls. The poor big, bad demon has to deal with all the bad girls more interested in getting off while being… punished."

Parvati jumps in there, and Harry is beginning to get the feeling they fucking rehearsed this as the Indian witch gives some of the charade away, hurrying through her 'line'.

"Maybe Mister Krampus deserves to be treated right by nice girls!"

Its kind of obvious what's going on by this point. Hermione, Lavender, Parvati… even Katie. They're basically acting out stereotypes, and Harry can't deny that its hot as fuck. Hermione's the nice, brainy girl with amazing curves, while Lavender the sweet bimbo cheerleader type, a total angelic airhead with huuuuuge tits and an ass that one could easily bounce a quarter off of. Meanwhile, Parvati is the nice adventurous foreigner celebrating a holiday not truly meant for her with her native friends, while Katie is there the older girl and the sweet and wholesome jock.

The offer before Harry is pretty obvious, even shrouded in playacting as it is. It might not have been what Hermione originally said they'd be doing… but Harry would have had to be damn near asexual to turn down the sight before him. Still, if he wanted the four girls, he'd have to fully immerse himself in the Krampus, now wouldn't he?

Letting his mouth open and showing off his fangs, Harry the Krampus unfurls his long tongue and waggles it about, tasting the air around Hermione and Lavender as they both freeze up, wide-eyed and not entirely acting anymore. After all, his tongue was the one part of the whole costume that Hermione hadn't helped him with, so the prehensile elongated nature of it is a surprise even to his brunette girlfriend.

Pulling the tongue back after a moment, Harry uses it to lick his lips and fangs as he gives the four witches a grin.

"You're not for me, girls. You're… on the nice list."

He pauses briefly, to see what they'll do next now that he's going off script and threatening to leave. Amusingly enough, it's Lavender who's quick on the draw. With her hair in twin tails, she gasps and places her hands on her cheeks again.

"Oh, but Mister Krampus, I've run out of fresh milk and cookies for you! You'll have to take your tribute from my leaking, lactating breasts!"

Hermione reacts second and grabs him by the furred arm, all but dragging him over the threshold.

"We couldn't dream of letting you just leave, Mister Krampus! We don't WANT presents from Santa this year… we want YOU to give us our rewards for being such good little girls!"

The others are all nodding as Harry finally lets himself be dragged into the room. With an impressive display of magic, Hermione conjures a brand-new bed in the center of the dorm, large enough for all five of them to partake in. Katie and Parvati are quick to hop off of their own beds and jump onto it, while Lavender and Hermione lead Harry over to it and make him sit down.

Hermione ends up on Harry's lap first, his cock sliding up into her wet and ready cunt almost instantly as she moans and bounces up and down on him. But the other girls are not idle. Lavender takes up position alongside Harry on her knees and turns his head so that her breasts are right in his face. His tongue traces out to swirl around them, before he suctions his mouth over onto of her teats, careful not to pierce her actual flesh with his fangs as he drinks her milk down directly from the source.

Likewise, his claws are pressed into Hermione's curvaceous hips, but not hard enough to draw blood as he helps her bounce up and down on his cock faster and harder. Katie and Parvati, sensing that it's not their turn yet, instead turn on one another, kissing and fingering and molesting each other to their heart's content. But they've forgotten all of Harry's transformation, and he's not inclined to leave them to their own devices while they wait for him.

As Harry drinks from Lavender and fucks Hermione nice and hard, his tail flickers between Katie and Parvati, their cunts already nice and close together thanks to their embrace, making it all too easy for him to thrust up into one with the prehensile appendage and then alternate to the other a moment later. Back and forth, back and forth…

This is how things go for a while, until Harry has had his fill of Lavender's milk and pulls back to focus on breaking his delicious girlfriend. His thrusts upward into Hermione's cunt get all the more vicious, and he grins wickedly as she tilts her head back and moans throatily, reaching orgasm after orgasm as her inner walls clench down TIGHTLY around his shaft.

Of course, Lavender is a go with the flow kind of girl, so she just leans in and admires the view, reaching out to grope and squeeze and tease Hermione's bouncing, jiggling breasts and nipples every once in a while. Seeing this, as well as the look of sheer ecstasy on Hermione's face, Harry the Krampus chuckles darkly.

"I remember you, girl. Hermione Granger… top of the Nice List."

Hermione's eyes open and flicker to him at that, and his smile becomes a feral grin as he digs his claws in just a BIT more, still not enough to actually hurt her, but enough to remind her he's there and just what kind of creature she's having him play.

"Now you'll be top of the Breeding List, slutty little witch!"

And then he speeds up his thrusting even further, at the same time speeding up the thrusting of his tail into Katie and Parvati, bringing them both to climax right as Hermione's final explosive orgasm milks him of his first release, his seed absolutely filling her womb to the utter brim and then sliding down the length of his cock and the insides of her passage to spill out with quite a bit of overflow, despite the airtight quality of his massive length plugging up her hole. That's how much seed he lets loose, there's just nowhere else for it to go.

Pulling the dazed and completely out of it Hermione off of his shaft, Harry sets her down gently off to the side on the conjured bed, before turning to an equally eager Lavender. The blonde has hearts in her eyes by this point, literal hearts in her eyes, and though Harry pauses slightly, taken aback by that fact, he doesn't let it stop him. Spinning her around, Harry the Krampus pushes Lavender Brown forward onto her hands and knees, his claws tearing through her sheer nightie as he turns her to face Katie and Parvati, who now that they've been deprived of his tail, are just watching what's happening to Lavender while gleefully playing with each other.

Mounting the blonde bimbo takes the work of moments, and then Harry is thrusting into Lavender's cunt from behind as he pushes the tip of his tail against her ass. He reaches around her moaning, squealing, shaking form and grabs her massive knockers, squeezing them and spraying breast milk all over the sheets beneath her.

"Your blonde, white, bimbo body should be praised, needy little witch. You too make for excellent, pure, Christmas breeding stock."

Harry imagines that if she had the words, Lavender would thank him for the 'compliment'. But he's fucking her nice and hard from behind as he speaks, and she's already incoherent and unintelligible, simply moaning wantonly in thanks instead while Harry takes her to pound town. Slamming into her again and again, feeling her nice round behind jiggling and bouncing against his crotch as his cock fills her cunt and then her womb… oh yeah, he could get used to this.

Just as with Hermione, Harry fucks Lavender with a sort of reckless abandon that he assumes the Krampus would show, being a Christmas Demon and all that rot. He plows the blonde witch as hard as he can, and to her credit, she takes it eagerly and enthusiastically, cumming around his pistoning prick as much if not more than Hermione herself did.

When Harry finally cums inside of her, Lavender throws her head back as her eyes roll in her skull and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. She has the perfect fucked silly face when his messy cock finally leaves her drooling, leaking cunt behind and his seed soon spills forth from her pale thighs. Laying her face down on the bed beside a resting, mewling Hermione, Harry focuses himself on his next… prey.

Parvati stiffens when Harry's claws close around her neck, but though she trembles a bit, its more in want than fear. Still, there is a little fear there as Harry the Krampus draws the Indian witch closer, smirking slightly and looking her caramel-skinned body up and down approvingly.

"Hmm… a proper Indian princess, getting bred by a purely European demon on a purely white festival. How… quaint."

The Indian witch's breath hitches, but when he places his other claws between her legs, she immediately spreads them nice and wide, giving him access to her dripping, drooling quim. Harry runs a digit up and down her slit almost casually… and then in the next moment replaces it with his dick, pushing his massive member DEEP into the 'Indian princess' and beginning to fuck her on her back right then and there as she cries out and moans, her hands on either side of her head.

Her body, not nearly as… bodacious or curvaceous or voluptuous as her fellow dormmates, is still very, VERY sexy, and Harry delights in swirling his tongue around her soft boobflesh, even if she doesn't have knockers on the same level as Lavender or Hermione. She's much more compact, but there's something to be said about that as well, and as Harry plows the caramel-skinned young woman just as hard as he fucked the other two witches before her, Parvati shows she can take it just as well as they can, moaning wantonly, climaxing readily, and eventually adopting the same exact fucked silly expression as her tongue does its best to intertwine and wrestle with his much longer, much stronger mouth muscle.

In the end, Harry leaves Parvati with a nice belly full of cum as well, and then turns to Katie, who all but LEAPS at him once he finally pays her the slightest bit of attention. The 'Christmas Demon' is in turn pushed off the bed by the leap, having to stumble to catch himself as he stands up with Katie's limbs wrapped around his muscular, broad-shouldered body. A growl emits from Harry's throat, and before even he knows what he's doing, he's instinctively spun Katie around, turning the tables on the eager jock as he hooks his clawed hands up under her thighs, all but presenting her to the three previously fucked witches now lounging on the bed and enjoying the sensation of being so FULL of cum.

His cock practically splits Katie's fit, toned, athletic form open a second later as he drops her down on it, impaling her on his massive meat rod. It's only once she's nice and full of Krampus dick meat that Harry reaches up and runs his claws across her tight abs, holding her up with the other hand and chuckling as he nibbles at one of her ears.

"Is this what you want from Christmas, girl? Tight abs swollen with healthy babies and perky tits filled heavy with milk for hungry Krampuses such as myself?"

Katie moans and writhes against him, her back grinding into his chest as she nods against the crook of his neck. Grinning, Harry proceeds to give her what she wants, pounding the happily squealing Quidditch player up and down the length of his massive cock as she orgasms over and over and over again like the witches before her, his shaft disappearing up into her cunt and then reappearing a moment later, only to repeat the act again and again.

Finally, he cums inside of her as well, filling her womb to the brim and then some. Harry drops Katie face first onto the bed before him with a pleased sigh, finally feeling just a little tired. Not truly, but enough that he's not looking to force Hermione into Round Two quite yet, as he instead crawls onto the bed and lays out in the middle of it, allowing four of the hottest, most delicious witches he knows to happily collapse on or against him.

Hermione takes up the entirety of his chest of course, while Lavender eagerly begins to lick and slurp the mess from his cock. Parvati and Katie take up the sides, curling into him, each still recovering from their respective, altogether thorough poundings. Running her hands along his chest, Hermione nuzzles at his neck before leaning back a little to smile down at him.

"You're going to have to promise to come back and satisfy your needs on us from now on Mister Krampus. Once you're done punishing the bad girls every Christmas, you'll just HAVE to come and let loose on us nice, breedable witches. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Harry can't deny he likes the sound of it, so he grins and runs a hand through Hermione's locks before gripping tightly and chuckling as he pushes her forehead down against his.

"… I think I'd like that."

There's more of Harry then the Krampus in that moment, but Hermione's eyes brighten with delight nonetheless, and both Parvati and Katie scooch in a little closer, eager to share in the warm, loving moment that they're all partaking in. Of course, it's not to last. Barely a minute of them just resting and relaxing goes by before quite suddenly, there's an indignant gasp at the door and Hermione whips her head around, lifting off to the side enough to give Harry a good view of who's just come upon them.

For a moment, he's worried. Then he sees who it is and what he's dealing with… and he finds himself a little exasperated with Hermione's antics. Fondly and affectionately so of course, and all too ready to continue playing along, but exasperated, nonetheless. As 'Santa Fleur' walks in, the part veela fully clad in a sexy, skimpy Santa outfit, Harry makes sure to give Hermione a surreptitious swat on the rump, one that causes her to gasp and then moan when he turns that spanking into a groping a moment later to show he's still on board.

"Krampus! What do you think you're doing?! Being so lazy and not doing your job!"

Fleur's French accent is in full effect, and he knows that she's doing that on purpose, even as her perfectly pale tits and fat, full rump bounce and jiggle in the confines of her barely decent Sexy Santa outfit. She's acting like a stuck-up tart in need of a long rough fuck… and perhaps that's exactly what she is right now.

Immersing himself back into the Krampus character, Harry lifts Hermione off his chest and sets her aside. Sensing his 'irritation', the other witches on the bed with him hurry to get out of his way as well as 'Krampus' swings his furred legs off the side of the bed and stands to his feel height, taking a step towards the haughty, indignant 'Santa Fleur' and staring down at her.

He's had a bit of a growth spurt since they last saw each other, and while Fleur has clearly seen photos judging by the lack of actual surprise, her eyes are still slightly wide as she gulps at finally coming face to face with him. And not just him, but the Krampus version of the broad-shouldered, musclebound wizard she'd faced in the Triwizard Tournament. Still, she recovers quickly enough and a moment later Santa Fleur is sticking her nose up at him as she 'hmphs' quite snobbishly.

"You cannot intimidate me, Krampus! I demand that you do your job with the Naughtiest Girls of Christmas!"

For the first time, Harry looks past Fleur to the open doorway of the Gryffindor Girl's Dorm. He just barely refrains from sighing at what he sees waiting for him there. Instead, he spends all of half a moment thinking about what Krampus would do… and then proceeds to sit back down on the end of the bed, spreading his legs wide and patting his knee with a wicked, fanged grin on his face. Of course, his cock is still on full display as well, but its currently mostly flaccid through sheer force of will, while still being larger and thicker and hotter than anything any of the witches looking at it have ever seen.

"Very well. Send the first one in. She can sit on my knee."

Santa Fleur gasps in outrage, puffing up her cheeks angrily, but she doesn't say a word otherwise as the first of the women who she's brought with her walks forward quite nervously. Cho Chang is every bit as deliciously exotic as Parvati, while being as tightly muscled as Katie. She settles down onto Harry's knee almost primly and without incident… right up until her eyes slide down to where his massive bitch-breaker of a breeding cock is now pressing into HER knee.

"Me sucky sucky long time~"

Harry's jaw drops at the breathy sentence that's just come out of Cho's mouth, and the moment she sees his reaction, her face crumples and she explains exactly WHY she's on the 'naughty list' through whimpers and sniffles.

"I-I'm sorry Mister Krampus! I say perverted t-things like that whenever I see a big, muscular male and his huge cock! I'm s-supposed to be a brilliant Ravenclaw, n-not some cheap Chinese tart who needs my tight oriental pussy s-split by big cock or my cute little China Doll mouth wrapped around a heavy nut f-filled with seed!"

Almost sobbing now, Cho covers her face with her palms.

"A-And the worst part is that s-sometimes I day dream about earning my p-pay from a big g-gweilo who makes me call him Sir and uses me as his personal whore a-and Asian cum dumpster! I'm not REALLY that kind of girl, I-I swear! I'm trying to be better!"

Needless to say, Harry's kind of stunned. This was NOT what he expected, and honestly, he's not sure what to do with it at first. If it were anyone but Cho, he would have been aghast at the well… blatant racism. But as it is, he's just supremely uncomfortable, at least at first. It takes him a little while, and a few peeks through her fingers from Cho, but eventually he realizes she's not actually serious.

The little tart is playing her own game! She's basically fucking with him… but given the way she's squirming and blushing atop his knee, she's getting off on it too. Well, Harry is nothing if not a team player, in the end. Sliding his claw along one of Cho's hips, he smiles slightly.

"Actually… it's quite normal for overachieving Asian princesses like yourself to need to be lewd little things when you unwind at times. That's why… you're not on the naughty list, you're on the nice list. And if you like, you can be on my brand-new breeding list as well…"

Cho's eyes widen at that, even as Santa Fleur scowls from off to the side, still playing her own role, though even upset and angry, the part veela looks positively superb and imminently fuckable. After a moment, Cho's eyes slide down to his cock, and Harry lets her slip off of his knee and onto her own knees as she stretches her small mouth WIDE over his apple-sized dick head. With her hair in pigtails, he feels very naughty himself… but there's no denying Cho's technique as she bobs up and down his length nice and thoroughly.

Meanwhile, seeing Cho leave his knee, the next girl waiting in the doorway to the dorm steps forward. Angelina Johnson is dressed in nothing but slut-shorts and a crop top that flaunt her fat, black ass and her large dark-skinned tits, while doing nothing at all to hide her flexing, powerful abs as she saunters over and seats her juicy backside on Krampus' knee. Harry lifts a brow at her, and she smirks at him, immediately launching into her part as she grinds her covered cunt into his furred leg, already sopping wet.

"I don't think I'm a bad girl at all. I'm a tough girl, and certain people like to confuse the two. It's not naughty if I like to flaunt my body at my Seeker, teasing him with it in the Quidditch Locker Room, right? I always loved how he'd blush whenever I walked in on him changing with nothing more than a towel, or even without a bra while wearing some skintight shorts."

Pausing for a moment, Angelina lets out a half-laugh, half-scoff.

"Really, I was just giving him some extra motivation to win whenever I 'accidentally' bent over right in front of him. Mm, but now he's a big, strong, white stud and I should admit that I'm planning on seducing him away from his silly bookworm of a girlfriend. I flaunt my body whenever we so much as bump into each other. Not like that white girl's flabby butt can compare to my gorgeous, Amazonian ass! Perhaps I should smother his face in my fine, dark-skinned tits."

Angelina's grin is wide and wicked as she looks into Harry's eyes, one hand running down his broad, muscular chest and the other playing with her abs as she cocks an eyebrow at him.

"What do you think, Mister Krampus? I think I have what it takes to bear him plenty of babies, once he breeds me with his big, white cock."

Harry is a little more prepared for the interracial kink-play this time around, but to his surprise, he doesn't get a chance to formulate a response from Angelina before a white blur suddenly tackles his former Quidditch Captain right off his knee. Quite suddenly, there's a surprised jock with a curvy little bookworm straddling her chest as Hermione looks down at Angelina and snarls.

"Flabby? FLABBY?!"

The 'Krampus' watches on with two raised eyebrows at Hermione demands that Angelina put her slutty mouth to better use, basically face-sitting the dark-skinned jock right then and there. Of course, Harry ends up not having to formulate much in the way of interracial kink play at all, as Hermione happily takes over for him.

"All you had to do was ask, you know! I would have let Harry wreck your cunt any day, breeding a nice, large batch of mixed babies in your belly if you'd begged nice and proper! I just KNOW you're dripping at the thought of a large white dick rearranging your insides and feeding your belly with some tasty creamy spunk, breeding you with child after child you dark-skinned harlot! He'd make your chocolate jugs swell with milk!"

Hermione's words fall to the wayside after that, her breath hitching and moans soon leaving her lips as Angelina begins to lick and lap at her cunt, eager from what Harry can see. The jock could very easily push Hermione off, the distance in physical strength between the two of them is massive. But its obvious that Angelina is very much getting off on the fantasy that Hermione is spelling out for her, being their breeding sow and pet or whatever.

Of course, Harry's eyes have to leave the hot, interracial sight before him when another fine tushie suddenly places itself on his large knee. Susan Bones smirks as he looks to her, the red head having swaggered up while he was distracted. Her enormous tits are just settling as she wiggles on his knee, her red brain ceasing its swinging. She's all bronze skin and healthy womanly fat over strong muscles, and Harry can't help but be impressed by the witch, even as she smirks evilly.

"I'm not naughty either, Mister Krampus. Just because I'd only let a man stronger than me between my thighs… just because I delight in inviting the boys I date to wrestle with me, only to humiliate them on the mat… mm, nothing amuses me more than the look on their faces when my epic milk-jugs are so CLOSE to their mouths while I'm pinning them to the floor! Or how it feels when my head crushing thighs are wrapped around their waists and all they can do is struggle helplessly and feebly until they finally tap out, realizing I'm so FAR out of their league."

Susan leans in, placing a hand against his chest and pushing as if to make it clear just how STRONG she is.

"All they can do is fap to the memory of me deigning to allow them to touch me for even a short time."

Right, its obvious what game Susan is playing, and its one Harry is HAPPY to indulge. Poor Cho Chang does get displaced a little bit when Harry suddenly stands up and grabs Susan in a bear hug, but sacrifices must be made. Struggling, Susan's eyes are wide as she tries to get away, only to find the tables turned. She's the one fumbling and struggling this time, helpless and squirming as she gasps and moans out about his 'brutish strength', her demands to let her go so very weak and pitiful.

"Bimbo! Get over here!"

The Krampus calls, and Lav-Lav answers, bouncing off the bed and to his side quite happily.

"Yes, Mister Krampus?"

Harry easily shifts Susan into a one-arm hold, but even that she finds herself unable to escape from as he uses his other arm to grab Lavender and pull her in.

"I'm feeling a little parched, dealing with all these naughty witches."

Lavender squeals happily as he lifts her up with one arm and brings her tear to his mouth, drinking deeply. Then of course, he turns to Susan and tries to do the same with her, before pulling back and letting out a regretful sigh.

"The difference between the tits of a Nice Bimbo and a Naughty Bimbo, I suppose. Nice titties are always so full of life and made to be nursed on, hips always swinging and ass always bouncing cheerfully… naughty titties on the other hand are always so uppity, despite their useless and dry milk jugs, being deliberate cock teases while also being as lewd as possible."

Susan is almost as red as her hair now as he casually manhandles her chest and holds her easily with one hand. Her strength, her wrestling skill… neither are much use to her here, not in the face of the 'Krampus'.

"Lavender… you'll make Susan here a Nice Girl for me, won't you?"

Eyes wide and expression surprisingly solemn, Lavender nods seriously as Harry hands Susan off to her. Once again, despite their differences in physicality, Susan no more resists Lavender as the blonde bimbo pulls her onto the bed, then Angelina is resisting Hermione, who's still pinning the dark-skinned Amazonian to the floor.

Harry takes his seat again and offers his knee once more to the very last 'Naughty Girl' awaiting her turn. If Daphne Greengrass, Slytherin's Resident Ice Princess, is insulted by this at all, she doesn't show it. Instead, given her knowing smirk and the way she flaunts her curves as she saunters up before finally, smugly seating her luscious plump behind on his knee, it's obvious she's gone with a 'save the best for last' mentality.

She's also got the same overall shtick that most of the other naughty girls had. Leaning forward, Daphne practically purrs as she runs her hand down his naked, bared chest.

"I'm not naughty like these other witches, Mister Krampus. It's not my fault that nobody else has a body as perfect as mine. Not my fault that all these silly commoners are simply ENVIOUS that they'll never reach my superior be-AH!"

The Krampus cuts Daphne off right in the middle of her spiel, casually palming her fat, white bum as he hums thoughtfully to himself.

"This is an ass made for riding a man's thighs…"

Daphne gasps indignantly, even as Krampus hefts and mauls at her jugs next.

"Tits made for keeping a cock nice and warm…"

She scowls, but he's barely paying her any mind as one hand goes to her hair and the other goes to her pouty lips next.

"Reins for tugging… and lips made to be wrapped around a man's phallus."

Daphne whimpers then, clearly not able to deny his words, not with his claws pinching one of her fat full lips in between them as he grins at her. He's turned her entire little act on its head, and the Ice Princess just doesn't know how to react. Katie does though, the delicious jock sidling up to him and leaning her chin forward on her head as she grins wickedly.

"Mister Krampus~ Daphne is one of those naughty rich bitchy types. All pale white skin and curves and everything, getting all the boys and quite a few girls drooling just so she can wrap them around her little finger. Basically… she's a spoiled rich bitch that needs an Alpha Male's studly dick to put her in her place~"

The final nail in the coffin is Daphne's lack of denial for that either. She glares at Katie for her presumptuous words, but when Harry tugs her back around to look at him, she can't help but moan and grind into his leg all the harder. With a contemptuous snort, the 'Krampus' tosses Daphne into Katie's arms, where the Gryffindor Jock eagerly pins the Slytherin Princess down to the bed and starts to play with her.

"Maybe she'll get some dick later… for now, there's one more naughty witch I have to take care of."

With that said, with all four naughty girls presented to him grabbed by one of the four 'nice girls' he'd had his way with first, Harry rises and takes a step towards 'Santa Fleur'. Santa Fleur, who at this point is brazenly touching herself and biting on her index finger to try to keep any moans from escaping her lips as she watches the other eight girls go at it.

Of course, the movement of Harry's large, broad-shouldered, musclebound form, augmented by the demon Krampus' appearance, draws Fleur's eye and she finally catches his words. Her eyes widen, and she takes a step backwards, but not towards the door. Rather, Harry finds it very easy to box Fleur into a corner as she tries to deny what he's saying.

"W-What?! I'm not on the N-Naughty List! Don't be absurd! I-!"

Fleur finds herself cut off, not by his words or anything like that, but by his actions. Harry's big cock, covered in Cho's saliva and throbbing with need at this point, comes to a rest on Fleur's taut, exposed belly. Its longer than her forearm and fatter than her delicate wrists, and Fleur's breath hitches with obvious desire for a moment before she remembers herself and tries to get back into her role.

"W-Wait, you can't just-!"

Harry cuts her off again though by casually slicing her costume off of her with flicks of his claws, showing just how SHARP that part of his transformation truly is, just how much he's been holding back all nice. Fleur whines as the sexy Santa costume floats to the ground in tatters, before squirming as he leans over her, his hands on the wall on either side of her head.

"I-I'm a Nice Girl! I'm not n-naughty!"

The big demonic stud, for that's exactly what Harry is right now, growls at her.

"You're on the Naughty List for being a cock tease all year long, 'Santa Fleur', leaving me with a year's worth of blue balls every Christmas."

"N-No… that's not…"

But even as Fleur tries to deny it, despite having nipples hard enough to cut diamonds and thighs that are very, VERY sticky, Krampus is hearing none of it. He grabs her and pushes her up against the wall, even as her thicc white thighs spread open before him.

"The Nice Girls are going to be my breeding stock… but you, Slutty Claus, are going to by my very own cock warmer all year round from now on. Maybe if you're especially good, I'll knock you up with a Krampus baby or three!"

And then he drops her on his dick. Fleur screams as he penetrates her to the hilt in one go, his cock slamming right into her WOMB of all things as he impales her. Harry can't help but be a little surprised but given the way Fleur instinctively wraps her legs around his waist and places her hands on his shoulders a moment later before giving him the most smoky, lustful look he's ever seen, it's clear that she's not hurt or anything like that.

Chalking it up to a difference in veela biology from human female biology, Harry doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Holding the silver-blonde French witch tightly, he fucks her up against the wall of the Gryffindor Girl's Dorm with gusto, pounding into her with deep, penetrating thrusts, each of which end with him once again buried in her womb, easily passing through an absurdly relaxed and vulnerable cervix as he uses her most sacred of places like little more than a meat condom.

He fucks 'Santa Fleur' in front of everyone, and he knows its in front of everyone because by the time Harry finally finishes Fleur off, cumming deep inside of her after the umpteenth explosive orgasm that he draws forth from the pale, white-skinned veela, he lets her slide down the wall and rest in the tattered remains of her sexy Santa costume, watching his seed pour from between her spread, pale thighs for a moment before turning back to the rest of the room.

What Harry the Krampus finds waiting for him is eight pairs of hungry, yearning eyes staring at him. Oh sure, the eight witches are all still paired off and most certainly still playing with each other, but at some point during his turn with Fleur, they'd all looked over and just WATCHED as he put the female 'Santa' in her place nice and proper.

Now Krampus is the only one left to 'judge' naughty and nice girls… and that's exactly what Harry proceeds to do. Going in a sort of reverse order, the transformed wizard starts with Daphne Greengrass. The Ice Princess tries to protest, especially since Katie is holding her in a quite the humiliating manner, her hands around Daphne's ankles and the Slytherin witch folded into a perfect mating press just waiting for Harry to take advantage of her.

Daphne's 'protests' last all of five seconds as Harry grabs her by her creamy white thighs and SLAM home into her sopping wet cunt right on the spot. He pumps in and out of her and Daphne immediately goes wild with lust and pleasure, her eyes going crossed and her mouth opening in a continuous moan from the very beginning as he fucks her silly in front of everyone else while Katie helps hold the naughty Slytherin Bitch Princess down the entire time.

When Harry is finished with her, his seed is leaking out of her just as its leaking out of Fleur and the others. And then it's Susan's turn. By the time Harry gets to Susan, Lavender has made good on her promise to turn the red head into a good girl. Or more likely, the two simply conspired together to have some fun. Harry finds Lavender laid out over Susan, and when he walks up to them, their hands are intertwined, their fingers laced together. They're kissing, but they pull apart for just a moment to Susan can moan past Lavender's head and beg him to fuck BOTH of them.

Harry was planning on having his way with the four 'nice girls' at least one more time anyways, but he's not against this. So, inserting his cock between their cunts, he hot dogs both for a time. Then, he slams home into Lavender's cunt first, before switching to Susan's clenching, tightening quim. Both girls moan helplessly and hopelessly, though they spend just as much time kissing one another, holding hands, and rubbing their big fat tits against each other.

Susan is the perfect, well-behaved Nice Girl Bimbo now, that Lavender had been portraying all night long. They're two peas in a pod, though once again, Harry makes sure to leave his load, thick and sticky as it is, deep inside of Susan's womb, since Lavender already got hers. And then its on to Hermione and Angelina, the latter of which is still buried under Hermione's cunt.

However, Hermione has spun around and faced TOWARDS Angelina's body in the time they were waiting for him. With her hands groping and squeezing down on the dark-skinned athletes large chocolate tits, and her own fat white ass grinding into Angelina's face, its clear to see Hermione is having the time of her life.

But then, so is Angelina. Rather than using her immense physical strength to push Hermione away or turn the tables on her, the former Gryffindor's black fingers dig into Hermione's pale white inner thighs in an interesting contrast, squeezing hard as she laps and licks at the moaning know-it-all's sopping wet cunt.

Her own pussy is both extremely wet and absurdly tight when Harry finally kneels between Angelina's own powerful, dark-skinned thighs and slams his cock home into her cunt. Out of all the witches Harry has fucked tonight, Angelina is the tightest. Not because she's a virgin, oh no, but because she's the strongest of all of them. Susan and Cho and Katie were all athletes as well, sure, but Angelina was the closest to Harry's build, muscles on muscles, Amazonian in nature to the end.

As such, though he's ultimately able to bury every last inch of his throbbing cock into Angelina's cunt, it's a battle all the way through. A battle he wins as he rams into her cervix again and again until it gives way and allows the big, nasty Krampus access to her poor womb. He grins as he abuses Angelina's athletic, muscular body to his heart's content, and he exchanges more than one kiss with Hermione as they lean over the older dark-skinned witch and makeout with one another while taking their pleasure from her.

Angelina cums again and again around his cock, making her inner walls tighten and contract all the harder, until finally she manages to milk him of his release, almost unwilling to let him go once he's done cumming inside of her womb. But she's not in control here, he is… and in the end, Harry pulls out and leaves the creampied Amazonian to continue to eat out his amazing, wonderful girlfriend.

After them, that just leaves Cho. Cho, who after being dislodged from his cock, was snatched up by an empathetic Parvati. After all, while one is Indian, and the other is Asian, they are the two foreigners in the room. They don't let that stop them though. Cho presents herself to Harry on all fours as Parvati lays under her, suckling at her tits. She pulls at her ass cheeks and looks back at him, begging him to take her like the Chinese bitch in heat she is.

He's really starting to wonder where all the interracial kink play is coming from, and where this need for Cho to look down on herself comes from as well… but at the same time, he's not going to deny her when he's fucked a nice, thick load of cum into every other witch before her. THAT would be the sort of thing that might hurt her feelings.

So, despite the fact that neither Cho nor Parvati actually celebrate Christmas, Harry the Krampus kneels down behind the Asian witch before him and fills her with his massive cock, breeding her lithe, sleek, athletic body just as thoroughly as he did all of the other witches before her. Cho moans and mewls and takes it like a champ, only to be left with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her lips by the time he's cumming deep inside of her needy womb.

Then, he takes Parvati again. And after her comes Katie. Hermione is saved for last, while all the others watch on, moaning and fingering themselves to the sight of the first among them, Harry's actual girlfriend, riding and bouncing up and down on the Krampus' cock reverse cowgirl style with a triumphant grin etched across her face.

Things wind down after that, because even Harry is human, despite his transformation. By the time he's done with all NINE witches who Hermione's somehow managed to rope into this, he's cum more times than he can fucking count. Still, not a single one of them is dissatisfied, all of them trying to curl up against him, or against one another, or lay on his chest or between his legs.

Harry falls asleep in a pile of witches, and as his transformation fades with slumber, he smiles. Best Christmas ever…

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The next morning, Harry wakes up in his own bed, dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms that he always wears to bed, ever since he had his growth spurt. He blinks and stares up at the canopy above him for a moment. Was it… was it all a dream? Nine of the hottest and most bodacious babes he's ever known had milked enough cum from him to impregnate every eligible witch in Britain twice over… but it really had seemed a little TOO fantastical, hadn't it?

So… had he just been dreaming? Though, even if that all HAD just been a dream, Hermione still should have been in her usual place, half-draped over his chest and using his pecs as her pillow. The brunette witch hadn't slept in her own bed since they'd become a couple, after all. Suddenly, in answer to Harry's unspoken question, the bookworm pokes her head into the room, grinning giddily.

"Presents, stud! I'm going to unwrap mine first~"

Harry blinks at that before shrugging and letting out a slightly wistful sigh. He gets up after a moment more of remembering what had to be the most detailed, realistic dream he's ever had, and takes a quick shower before ambling out… only, his 'presents' aren't under the tree this year. Instead, Harry's presents are all the girls he thought had just been a dream from the night before, all dressed up in a way that Harry no longer doubts for a moment that last night actually happened.

Angelina is in nothing but a crop-top and unbuttoned booty shorts, while Cho is wearing quite the slutty qipao. Parvati, meanwhile, is 'wearing' nothing but bangles and gold piercings across her caramel flesh and Daphne, in true Pale Pureblood Princess fashion is dressed in her expensive tiny little nightie. And that's just half the lot. Every girl is nice and 'dressed up', but on top of that, they're each tied up with ribbons. As Harry moves to 'unwrap' his presents, Hermione cheerfully describes them, pointing out how he's got a nice set of Nice and Naughty Bimbos in the form of Lavender and Susan and more.

This culminates in Fleur, because of course it does. She's dressed in another sexy, slutty Santa costume, and she's just as tied up in ribbons as he towers over her. Contrary to the night before, 'Santa Fleur' is no longer haughty and arrogant. Instead, she's shame-faced and contrite as she looks up at him and speaks on that oh-so-hot, oh-so-sexy French accent of hers.

"I apologize Mister Krampus, for giving you all the naughtiest girls for your present every year. But who else could I trust to help rehabilitate all these naughty, naughty witches?! Ah, to make it up to you, not only will the nicest girls of the year also be your presents, but as Santa, I offer up my perfect Veela body to handle your overwhelming, monstrous lusts all year around!"

That's about when he feels fingers unbuttoning the shirt he'd thrown on as both the Nice and Naughty girls he'd already let free get to work. Susan marvels over his burly biceps as she mutters about strength. Parvati, Cho, and Angelina are all still making racial remarks that Harry would never be caught dead saying himself. Daphne is gasping over how big a brutish barbarian of a commoner he is, and how DARE he be so… so c-chiseled!

So on and so forth, before eventually they ALL put their mouths and tongues to better use, lapping at his balls, his cock, his pecs. Daphne and Hermione's constant academic rivalry fizzles away in the face of his cock, and Harry watches in amusement as their tongues playfully bat at one another's almost as much as they lap at his dick-crown. At the same time, he's fingering a pair of nice, tight pussies as two more witches lean into his sides, with another witch grinding her pussy over his abs and more still feeding him their lactating tits for him to drink an early morning snack from.

THIS almost feels more like the dream than last night, to be honest. It's a surreal experience all around, but if there's one wizard in all of Great Britain, nay, in the world over, that can handle nine exquisite, insatiable witches, its Harry James Potter. Things soon come to a head, and Harry finds himself wondering briefly how he got here as he gazes down at the scene before him.

Each naughty girl is bent over and on all fours while each nice girl is in turn bent over THEM, giving Harry a selection of the eight tastiest booties in all of Britain, with Fleur acting as his fluffer. Looking back over her shoulder at him, Hermione grins salaciously and wiggles her butt from where she's currently atop Daphne.

"Come and get it, Harry~"

Harry grins… but pauses briefly and conjures up a blindfold to put on Fleur, before pushing her to her knees.

"If Santa can guess which naughty and nice witch she's tasting on my cock… perhaps I'll breed her too~"

And that's where he leaves it, not hesitating for another second to move forward and plant his cock in the first of the delicious witches presenting themselves before him. He drags Fleur along by her ponytail as well, and it's not long before the blindfolded veela gets to take her first guess. Whether she succeeds or fails more than not… that's a story for another time.

Not that it matters in the end. Roleplaying was one thing. Harry isn't the Krampus anymore, and as the beautiful witches before him all beg him to breed them in their own way, that's exactly what the powerful, virile young wizard aims to do. If last night didn't do the trick, the nonstop orgy that they all partake in throughout Christmas Day CERTAINLY will.

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