Yes, Consequences

Things move quickly after that.

The next day sees you confined to your room, Liam temporarily moving in with Keira as the faculty discuss the situation and what is to be done. Eventually, the Headmaster comes to see you and informs you that because of complications with the wording of the magic circle, and the fact that it has been confirmed that Harmony is pregnant with your child via a magic scrying, the two of you are no longer able to remain at the school. The removal of the protective spells that prevent pregnancy and STDs on school grounds is so serious an offense that even a member of one of the four most powerful magic using families cannot escape punishment for engaging in such behavior.

"However," the Headmaster adds, a note of bitterness in his voice for some reason, "I am here because you have been given a... choice."

The slight pause and that bitter note makes you wonder if he thinks that this is really a choice at all or if he already knows how you will respond.

"Harmony's father, Silas Ashcroft," the Headmaster continues, "has offered to take you into his estate so you can stay with her and 'be privately tutored while properly seeing over the new life you have sired'. I am told he has already spoken to your parents about this and while they are prepared to welcome you home, they are agreeable to this arrangement as well. What say you, young man?"

You only take a few moments to think before you come to a decision. It is your child, you should be there for him or her. Also, the idea of living with Harmony and having the potential to fuck her over and over again is too hard to resist (though you do not tell him that part).

So you leave the school with Harmony, who seems quite enamored with you now and has taken to calling you "Master" quite enthusiastically, and enter her family's massive estate. Silas welcomes you warmly enough, though his treatment of Harmony is somewhat distant, and once you are settled in he informs you that if you decide to marry Harmony once the two of you are old enough, he already approves.

This and the sloppy blowjob Harmony gives you that night makes you so happy that you cannot think of anything else you would want to do when the time comes.

Speaking of Harmony, she takes to her new submissive role as intensely as she did her studies. In a short amount of time she quickly learns what seems like hundreds of different ways to pleasure you, which she performs every night at your request, and when her pregnancy reaches the point that she feels too tired to engage in such things, she helpfully points out which maids are more than willing to sate whatever excessive lust you still have.

Then she gives birth to a healthy baby boy and that child's magical potential is taken along with his other vitals. Most infants with magical potential have a ranking of five or seven, with that number ballooning by a factor of ten or more with the onset of puberty.

Your child is born with a potential of forty.

This seems to make Silas a VERY happy grandfather and he claps your shoulder when you both hear the news, crowing something about "superior bloodlines breed superior children after all".

But you actually do not care about that, and neither does Harmony.

All the two of you seem able to think about is that once she has recovered from child birth and the nannies see to the daily needs of your son, you can get started on knocking Harmony up with even more children.

So here you are, in your shared bedroom, bouncing Harmony up and down in your lap as you greedily suckle on one of her large breasts. You chew on the nipple lightly and gently, making a contrast to how hard you forcefully raise and lower Harmony's hips so that your cock can sink deeply into her inviting depths.

"Yesyesyes," she all but squeels, "breedmebreedmebreedme."

It is a request you are all too happy to grant as you pull her down on your cock one last time and grunt deeply as your cock once more paints what feels like every inch of Harmony's womanhood white. You hold her in the afterglow, the two of you looking at each other intently. Her flush face and dazed eyes speak to a delirious happiness... and yet, for a moment you are struck by the way the shadows of the moonlight enter the room between the muntins on your window.

They look like bars on a cage holding the prettiest bird in the world and a part of your mind, one that is a faint whisper that has not spoken since before you got here, thinks about how those same shadows are falling on your face as well.

Perhaps a different life would have awaited you if you had not done this and stayed in school to learn more about the wider world of magic. Maybe you would have ended up here no matter what. But those different lives are not your life and as far as your time in the school of magic goes, this is...