We don't know what can happen in the alleys.
Chapter 1: We don't know what can happen in the alleys.
As far back as he could remember, Harry had never felt as good as the one he felt right now even though he was stuck to a wall in an unsanitary alley. His boxers and pants were barely pulled up and came to mid-thigh while his T-shirt was pulled up, leaving his skin in direct contact with the wall he was pinned against. The man taking him from behind made Harry feel so good and full in every way possible. He felt the strong, powerful thrusts of the long, thick, wide cock rubbing all the right places inside him but especially the pleasure spot at the bottom.
A particularly powerful blow to his prostate made him tighten around the cock inside him and make him moan in pleasure. Harry's cock was hard on him, semen leaking from the tip to run down its length. The strokes given by his partner gave him so much pleasure and accomplished more than enough to develop Harry's orgasm to not need to touch his cock. Harry arched his back as best he could and tried to accompany the movements made, despite the little maneuver left to him by the person who was behind him and who took him. With Harry's new position, his nipples which were barely covered occasionally rubbed against his t-shirt giving him added pleasure from the friction produced. All his sensations made him moan loudly, he could feel tears at the corner of his eyes as well as drool running down his mouth, proof that he appreciated his companion's thrusts and the pleasure it brought him. Her walls tightened sporadically around the length of him which made him think his orgasm was slowly approaching.
A kick dimmed the climax that was gaining momentum and made him shift his misty green gaze of pleasure down to her round 5 month pregnant belly. He with difficulty removed one of his hands that was resting on the brick of the alley and brought it to his round belly to caress it with love. He smiled as he could feel the dweller in his stomach move and kick again where Harry had laid his hand. He could feel a soft smile settle on his lips and let out a soft sigh filled with affection for the little life inside him that he could feel moving against the place that kept him safe. He feels a puff of love rise which made him widen his smile.
He was cut off from this moment of tenderness by a powerful jerk hitting his prostate head on, which brought him back to the previous activity as well as to the pleasure that was building up in him as he continued. to get caught from behind. One hand still resting on the flat surface in front of him and the other remaining stuck on his stomach, he began to moan his pleasure out loud as he could feel her walls tightening around the length inside him. He could tell from the rhythm of his partner that he was beginning to approach orgasm as the thrusts were less and less coordinated. The hands on Harry's hips tightened a little more and held him in place preventing him from being able to take any other posture than the one he was currently stuck in. The back and forth inside him continued to touch his prostate, making him scream over and over like it was the last thing he could do on earth. He could only focus on the movements of the penis which continued to move in and out in increasingly erratic thrusts inside him and which brought him closer to his orgasm. More cum was pouring out of his rock hard, utterly weeping penis that was helpless.
It was a strong, powerful blow to the place Harry knew was the entrance he had acquired and in which his child lived that almost made him see the stars. He squeezed himself even tighter than he thought possible around the cock inside him that gave him so much pleasure. Harry could feel his whole body shaking with contentment and shuddering as the blows became short and quick, seeming to target that particular spot deep inside him. It was a blow stronger than the others that finished Harry and he could feel his coming out of his penis in a white jet that landed on his round belly as well as on the floor of the alley. The strokes of his partner's kidneys made him expel more of his sperm jerkily from his penis and extirpated a moan between pleasure and pain. While Harry's cock was still stiff and no longer had the strength to cum, his partner continued to give a few well-placed thrusts inside him which continued to prolong his climax between pain and pleasure. The young man felt the man behind him bury himself deep inside him in a powerful thrust and a few minutes later a hot jet coming out of the penis deeply fled into him which had the effect of giving Harry another orgasm. As soon as the man had finished emptying himself of his cum inside Harry, he pulled his half-hard cock out of the young man's sensitive hole, causing a dry orgasm that made him moan pathetically and left him practically without strength.
Harry's legs were barely holding him so much they were shaking from all the pleasure of his last few minutes, one hand on the wall shaking and the other still on his round belly. He was totally lost and his mind was clouded by his multiple orgasms that he didn't pay attention to his partner leaving him and walking out of the alley. Harry was panting and trying to come back from the nameless mess of pleasure he felt in his veins, could feel the other's cum coming out of his swollen hole from being used sliding down his thighs or even lower. He hadn't paid attention to the other because the gaze and the concentration of the young man fell on his belly as well as the inhabitant who had just kicked again.
Harry's legs let go of him and brought him to meet the dirty floor of the alley. He kept his gaze fixed on his belly and remembered how he had come to be pregnant. It was the summer after his victory over Voldemort in the fourth year and Pettigrew's failed ritual that it all started..