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[BONUS] Lord Potter-Black and his Wives Pt. 3 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2018-01-10 04:10:17 +0000 UTC A/N: Hannah Abbott gets brought in!-x-X-x-
“Hannah Abbott?”
Harry’s curious voice fills the air, and Daphne grins and nods as he parrots her words. The blonde, beautiful Lady Black is sat back on a couch across from him, her naked body on full display as she fingers herself right then and there. Meanwhile, on her knees in front of Harry, Tracey is hard at work sucking his cock, bobbing up and down his sizable member with great gusto, even as she looks up at him with loving, devoted eyes.
They’d been lounging about in the Potter home, simply enjoying a lazy afternoon. Plans for the wedding that was soon to take place between he and Susan were proceeding accordingly, and at least for now, none of them had anything left to do. So of course, as usual, Daphne had turned the conversation towards who would be joining Harry’s harem next. After all, he had so, SO many titles to give out… so many witches to make into Lady This or Lady That.
Harry had been interested in just who Daphne had in mind, only for the blonde girl to throw out a name he’d never even considered. Hannah Abbott… Harry’s eyes move over to where Susan is sat as well. The beautiful, buxom red head is on the other end of the couch where Daphne is at, and she’s just as naked and just as deep inside of her cunt as the other witch as well.
Now though, she’s frozen up in surprise and indecision at hearing her best friend’s name pass through first Daphne’s lips, and then Harry’s. It’s clear that new Lady Bones doesn’t quite know what to make of the suggestion. Harry lifts his brow and looks back to Daphne.
“And why should I be pursuing Hannah Abbott?”
Grinning wickedly, Daphne brings her free hand up to her chest, groping and playing with her chest quite provocatively as she touches herself under his gaze. At the same time, Tracey turns into a damn vacuum, her tongue swirling around his cockhead and her lips suctioning down on his dick in a way that has Harry struggling to maintain control of himself.
“Well… I know her and Susan are good, good friends…”
“What, so we’re going to bring in every witch we knew at Hogwarts to attend to our husband’s needs?”
Susan’s voice is rather snappish as the red head lashes out. Harry’s eyebrows raise higher and higher from the surprising behavior, even as Tracey seems to grow all the more aroused from the confrontation happening behind her. The brunette is easily suppressing her gag reflex at this point, because Harry can feel her throat swallowing his cock time and time again, convulsing around him as she maintains a constant pace while also face-fucking herself on his member.
If Daphne is perturbed or even annoyed by Susan’s outburst, the blonde witch doesn’t show it. Instead, her grin grows wider still and her lips part in a light gasp as she runs her fingers along the edge of her dripping pussy lips. Susan growls, but before she can take further affront from the blonde seemingly ignoring her, Daphne finally answers.
“Mm, I also heard she’s in the perfect mood for a… rebound. After all, she dumped Neville a few weeks back, didn’t she? Something about him putting his entire life into the Wizengamot and leaving no time for her.”
Once again, Susan freezes up, her eyes wide as she stares at Daphne.
“How… how do you even know about that? They haven’t announced it publicly yet, and I only know because I helped Hannah move her things out of the Longbottom Mansion!”
A light giggle erupts from Daphne’s throat and she sinks three fingers back into herself, moaning wantonly, even as she answers.
“Mm, as Lady Black, wife to my handsome, powerful husband, it is my duty to know such things, sweetheart. So that I may best advise him on his path forward.”
She’s practically purring by the end of that, and Susan is bristling. But slowly, the confrontation in the red head’s body melts away, as Daphne’s general, good cheer and nonstop masturbation derails any sort of anger that Susan can really bring to bear. It’s quite difficult, staying mad at a pretty girl as they touch themselves right in front of you. Especially when you know them so intimately.
Harry understood that quite well, so he wasn’t too surprised to have Susan eventually turn her gaze towards him. He’d been waiting for it in fact, and even as his fingers curl through Tracey’s hair, he gives his third wife a smile and asks her opinion.
“What do you think Susan? She is your friend…”
There’s a gratefulness in the crimson-haired witch’s eyes that he’s even asking for her opinion. But it was never a question of whether he would or not. Harry was no slave owner, no master to be obeyed or anything like that. This was a relationship… a four-way relationship, to be fair, but a relationship nonetheless. All three women had a voice, and Harry’s veto power truly only extended to things that would affect him more than any of them… such as him taking on a fourth wife, before he’d even married the third.
Susan looks conflicted now, more than anything else. Biting her lower lip, she glances at Daphne, then at Tracey, and then back to him.
“I… Hannah did indeed break things off with Neville. Since I know both of them, I got to hear both sides of the story. She… she couldn’t handle his workload, his drive to change everything and to spend his life fighting in the Wizengamot. B-But he doesn’t care. He thinks that it was a necessary, amicable split and that they’ll remain friends, but he’s not going to change anything in order to get her back. That relationship is over.”
Letting out a shuddering breath, even as Daphne’s needy whines and quiet moans fill the air, the blonde STILL touching herself, Susan continues after a moment.
“She’s always had a crush on you Harry, back at Hogwarts. I don’t know how much that means now, but she has been rather lonely without Neville…”
Harry opens his mouth to respond, only for Tracey, the little minx, to go for the kill. The brunette’s hand comes up and grasps his nut sack even as she buries his entire member down her throat. The impromptu massage of his balls, combined with her ever-spasming esophagus, causes Harry to grunt and go right over the edge, his seed spilling out into Tracey’s throat as the brunette witch drinks it down triumphantly. Both Daphne and Susan watch on in no small amount of envy as this happens, while Harry throws his head back and groans, his grip on Tracey’s hair tightening momentarily.
Once she’s done milking him for every last drop of his seed, the new Lady Potter finally slides off of Harry’s cock, smirking wickedly as she uses her index finger to scoop a small amount of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth back in between her lips. Only then does the brunette finally weigh in on the whole idea.
“It’s rather simple, isn’t it? We don’t need to proposition Hannah… we just need to give her the opportunity to proposition US.”
Harry’s brow lifts again, even as Tracey glances back at a confused Susan.
“It sounds like Hannah needs something to do Susan. Why don’t you have her help with the wedding preparations? And then all three of us can make sure that the darling woman gets ample opportunity to see EVERYTHING our Harry has to offer. Sounds nice, yes?”
Harry can see merit in the suggestion, and judging by Daphne’s easy grin, the blonde sees it too. Or perhaps… hm, these two planned this, didn’t they? Harry is no fool. He can tell when he’s being played. He doesn’t call it out though, because in the end, he can’t really see exactly how bringing Susan’s best friend into things is supposed to help Daphne and Tracey. One way or the other, the powerful wizard determines that both are due a little ‘punishment’ at some point in the next few days. The silly sluts will probably enjoy it though.
Susan is pensive for a moment, as she considers Tracey’s words. Eventually though, the red head just nods her head in agreement.
“That… that could work. We let Hannah come to her own conclusions, let her make her own decisions. No pressure, no stress… yeah. Alright. I’ll speak with her tomorrow.”
Daphne pouts at that, even as Susan climbs off the bed.
“Why not now?”
The crimson-haired witch sticks her blonde sister-wife with a playful glare and a wicked smirk, as she stands at her full height, hands on her substantial hips and her naked chest jutting out.
“Because Daphne, it’s my turn with Harry next and I’m not about to let you steal it out from under me, you slutty cunt.”
Daphne’s pout melts away as she giggles, and even Tracey laughs, while Susan moves to take the brunette’s place, swinging her legs over Harry’s lap so she can guide his cock into her sopping wet cunt. The young wizard chuckles as well, his hands coming down to grab Susan’s sizable bottom as she impales herself on his member.
Hannah Abbott… could be fun. Harry would let the girls have their games on this one. He wasn’t inherently opposed to the idea of the blonde Hufflepuff joining their ranks. Still though, if Daphne and Tracey thought they could sneak anything by him… well, the two Slytherins were going to learn they had another thing coming, in the end.
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Hannah wasn’t entirely sure about all this. She appreciated Susan bringing her on in order to take her mind off of the breakup with Neville, but she really didn’t know much about weddings. Her best friend had assured her that such a thing didn’t matter, that she needed Hannah because of their friendship more than anything else. That had been what got her on board, in the end.
Yet… Harry Potter? They’d talked about him more than once during their Hogwarts days. Meeting the Boy-Who-Lived in person after hearing all those stories about him growing up had been a little underwhelming… until of course the rumors of what he got up to every year began to percolate through the school. Dumbledore never helped either, what with his random last-minute points every year, given for vague reasons that were never fully expanded on.
They knew how the Slytherins felt about that, and the Ravenclaws were probably of the same mind. Gryffindor won the House Cup year after year after Harry’s arrival. But then, Hufflepuff hadn’t been able to win in quite a long time thanks to Snape’s blatant favoritism and inadequate teaching methods, so ultimately, the Puffs just hadn’t worried about it.
Susan and Hannah had spent more than one late night contemplating just what sort of trouble Harry was getting up to, year after year. Great bravery, vanquishing threats to the school… honestly, it was rather wild, they both agreed that much. But it had always been Hannah who’d crushed on the boy, albeit from afar. Never Susan. The red head hadn’t been interested in Harry in that way, or so Hannah had thought.
And yet… here they were. Susan had consented to being Harry’s THIRD wife, and Hannah was left more than a little confused over the whole thing. When she’d tried to get answers from her best friend, the red head had simple gone on and on about all of Harry’s best qualities. She’d spoken of his looks, of his intelligence. She’d mentioned his magical strength, his skill with a wand, and his charismatic, heroic personality. It was an old in-joke shared by most of Hogwarts, but Harry Potter had always had a ‘Saving People’ thing. It was part of what had attracted her so much to him, and it was what Susan spoke on the most when she extolled the wizard’s virtues.
Hannah didn’t know what to think. She really didn’t. That is, until she caught Tracey Davis (now Lady Potter, she supposed) luring the man in question away during wedding preparations one day. Pressing her lips together, the blonde witch had found herself compelled to follow them. And what she’d inevitably found was the two going at it in a semi-public area, completely oblivious to her presence.
She’d watched longer than she probably should have, biting her lower lip and resisting the urge to touch herself as she stares at Harry’s cock, pistoning in and out of the moaning, groaning brunette. Tracey loved Harry’s cock, or so she said, quite vocally and quite loudly, time and time again. The two fucked quickly, and then Harry came inside of her and Hannah had to pull back and beat a hasty retreat lest she risk discovery.
Susan hadn’t mentioned THAT in her praises of the man. Hannah had to wonder if her best friend knew, if the red head had already had a taste of the sizable cock that she’d observed railing Tracey. Surely… surely she would have said something? Or would Susan have considered that out of bounds even with their friendship? Had she spared Hannah’s feelings on the matter? The blonde witch had certainly never asked, one way or the other.
Then, it happened again but this time with Daphne Greengrass, the new Lady Black. Once more, Hannah just couldn’t resist peeping on them. This time, she couldn’t even resist touching herself through her clothes to the sight of Daphne taking Harry’s big cock. The other witch’s long, blonde locks allowed Hannah to more easily imagine that it was her in the pureblood’s place.
But no. No, she couldn’t allow herself to fall down that path. Harry might have had three wives already, but Hannah didn’t dare to think that meant he was open to a fourth. He would have already said something to her if he was, right? Still, that didn’t stop her from masturbating to the memories of him having sex with Daphne and Tracey later that night. And it didn’t stop her from continuing to peek in as the days continued on and she continued to help Susan with the wedding preparations.
She caught Susan and Harry going at it a day later, and that was more than enough answer for Hannah on just how much Susan knew already of Harry’s body. The way they fucked… it was tantalizing and delicious and altogether envy-inducing. Hannah’s fingers had slipped right into her panties while she watched her crimson-haired friend and long-time crush go at it, and afterwards she’d been so ashamed that she tried to tell Susan she couldn’t help on the wedding anymore.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have an excuse that would actually work for the other woman. Susan wouldn’t let her run away without one, and by the time the conversation between them was done, Hannah had promised to put MORE work into the wedding preparations, not less. The next week was a pleasurable sort of torture for Hannah, much of it self-inflicted.
Each and every day seemed to be more of the same, with Harry and one of his three wives running off for a quickie, sometimes right in front of her. Hannah never suspected that they knew she was watching, but at the same time she just couldn’t help but follow them to their out of the way hiding spots, watching them as they went at it.
It couldn’t go on forever though. Hannah couldn’t just keep masturbating to the view of Harry railing her best friend or one of the two Slytherin witches, day in and day out. Meek as a mouse she might be, but even the blonde Hufflepuff had her limits. In the end, she found that limit when Harry walked up behind Susan right in front of her, placing his hands on her friend’s waist and nuzzling her neck.
The red head lets out a delighted gasp and a giggle, even as she squirms in Harry’s embrace, all smiles. Harry begins to murmur to Susan, and while Hannah can’t quite hear any of what he says into her best friend’s ear, Susan is blushing when she gives Hannah a wide smile.
“Hey, let’s finish this chat up a little later okay? Harry needs my help with something.”
Blushing a deep shade of red herself, Hannah bites her lower lip but in the end, merely stutters an affirmative response.
“O-Okay.”
And then the pair are gone… and after a moment, Hannah follows them. She finds the two of them in a random room off the beaten path, giggling and fondling one another between kisses. Harry’s hands go up under Susan’s shirt to grab at her tits, while the red head’s move to undo his belt and unzip his pants, sliding down into his boxers, no doubt to grab that big, hard cock of his.
Hannah finds herself salivating at the thought, her mouth quite literally watering. She just… she just can’t take it anymore. After days and days of ‘unintentional’ teasing, Hannah is nearly beside herself with need. Dripping wet and panting breathlessly, the blonde does what she feels she should have done ages ago. She storms into the room, making her presence known to the two right as they’re about to get down to business.
“A-Alright! That is enough y-you two! I understand that I h-have no right to barge in on your love lives, b-but doing this kind of thing here, when we’re supposed to be p-preparing for the wedding… it’s gotten out of hand and I’m putting my foot down!”
The engaged couple look at her in far less surprise than Hannah is expecting. In fact, Harry’s eyes are hooded, filled with hunger and lust… while Susan is grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Abruptly, Hannah feels a bit trapped, even as the two separate from one another, Harry standing back and Susan stepping forward.
“I was wondering when you’d finally do it Hannah. I was starting to worry, in all honesty. I think Daphne and Tracey were hoping you’d confront them about this, rather than me. I would have been so disappointed if you had, but I knew in the end that I had nothing to worry about.”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hannah finds herself frozen in place as Susan approaches with a familiar look on her face. They’d experimented, more than once back at Hogwarts. No pair of true female friends wouldn’t try things out as they got older, as puberty hit them harder and harder. It was safer, playing around with a best friend than trying to experiment with a guy. Men were in most cases, pigs.
Still, it’d been a long time since they’d done ANYTHING. So when Susan kisses her full on the lips, suddenly wrapping her arms around Hannah and pulling her close, the blonde witch is more than a little surprised. But she’s also hopelessly aroused already, her emotions and her feelings so very pent up. A moan escapes Hannah’s lips, and then she’s kissing her best friend right back, her tongue slipping into the red head’s mouth in order to wrestle with Susan’s.
Her hands come up and latch onto Susan’s arms as she rubs her body against the other witch, and the whole moment feels almost surreal to Hannah, both a blast from the past, and something she’d never expected to happen in a million years. After all, she’s quite cognizant of the fact that she’s making out with her best friend in front of Harry James Potter of all people. The Man-Who-Won is watching with a bulge in his undone pants, his arousal and lust obvious, even as Hannah glances with one eye over Susan’s shoulder to stare into his deep, green irises.
It’s that look that he’s giving her that eventually causes Hannah to pull back from Susan, blushing deeply and feeling quite embarrassed.
“S-Susan… what is this?”
Grinning raunchily, her crimson-haired friend reaches out and runs her fingers through Hannah’s locks.
“We’re friends, aren’t we, Hannah? More than that, we’re Hufflepuffs. And Puffs always share, don’t they? I’m your best friend, and you’re mine. I wouldn’t let you miss out on this.”
Another swallow as Hannah tries to properly process those words. Susan is acting a bit different, but then, she’s seen the girl get railed almost every day the last week. She knows full well that an active sex life can do wonders for stress levels. Still though… it’s hard for Hannah to accept that her friend means what she thinks she means. She has to be sure, right?
“Miss… miss out on what?”
Grinning wickedly, Susan grabs hold of Hannah’s hand. Their fingers interlace together almost instinctively, and the red head drags her blonde friend along, as she’s done so many times over the years they’ve known each other. Susan always was the adventurous one of the pair. But she’d never led Hannah into anything like this. The other witch walks her over to where Harry awaits them. Once they’re in front of the young man, only a foot or two away, Susan lets go of Hannah’s hand and falls to her knees, right then and there.
Harry’s hard cock is out of his undone pants and his boxers in a single moment, and Susan spits on it as she begins to stroke his member with both hands, giving Hannah a grin and a wink in the process.
“Just let me get him ready for you, kay? You’re going to love this Hannah, I guarantee it.”
Blushing deeply, Hannah stares at Harry’s cock, even as her friend works hard at it with both palms. He’s already at full mast, throbbing and pulsating with need… and despite her meek attitude, Hannah can’t help but point it out, even as her core throbs with need of its own.
“It looks like he’s already ready for me Susan…”
The red head pauses, seeming surprised that Hannah would call her out on that. In turn, Hannah blushes hard, but holds her ground, not backing down, not now. In response, Susan grins impishly, even as she continues to give Harry a handjob.
“Heh, you’re right… but I’m a selfish little bitch, so bear with me, okay?”
And with the truth slipped from between her lips, Susan opens those same lips wide and practically swallows Harry’s cock as she immediately starts to bob up and down the length of his member. A chuckle leaves Harry’s throat, the first real noise he’s made since Hannah barged in on them. His fingers lace through her best friend’s red locks, and a satisfied noise comes from him as he enjoys Susan’s enthusiastic blowjob.
Hannah bites her lower lip, unsure of what to do and feeling strangely left out, even more so than when she’d simply been peeping. When she’d been peeping, it’d been easy to cave into the desire to masturbate. In the end, she’d been unseen, so it wasn’t any big deal. But now, with Harry and Susan VERY aware of her presence, and her extremely aware of their awareness, it felt taboo to touch herself to the sight of them, to the sight of her best friend sucking off her school crush.
“Come here, Hannah.”
Harry’s words cut through the twisting torment filling her mind, and the blonde witch blinks as she realizes that the powerful wizard has turned his gaze towards her, his free hand held out for her to take. Her blush is alright deep and spreading to her chest, but she goes an even brighter red as she steps forward and takes his offered hand. He pulls her close in an instant, and Hannah lets out a small yelp as she finds herself drawn up against his side. His lips are suddenly on her lips, his tongue insistent as it presses against her teeth.
Unlike Susan, Harry’s kisses are controlling, domineering… less playful, and more serious. He’s demanding her submission, and Hannah finds herself giving in, in short order, her mouth opening as he forces his tongue halfway down her throat. Meanwhile, Susan is still bobbing up and down his sizable member, her own tongue sliding along the underside of his cock, slurping at his meat rod, even as his length thrusts forward into her mouth time and time again.
The sight of it is beautiful, in a way. Hannah finds herself watching her best friend suck Harry’s dick time and time again, glancing down each time they part ways to catch breath. Harry’s hand leaves her own after a bit, and slides along her body instead. Dressed in nothing but a dress, Hannah can only whimper with need as Harry’s hand grasps her voluptuous derriere, his fingers digging deep into her big bubble butt. He kneads at her ass flesh, and Hannah groans in response, even as she finds herself grinding her sopping wet pussy against the side of his leg.
Finally, it’s not Susan that comes off of Harry’s cock. Instead, the wizard has to push her off, leaving her to gasp dejectedly, even as he holds her at arm’s length and gives her a single raised eyebrow in response. Hannah watches this, watches as her friend averts her gaze, giving into the Man-Who-Won. It’s so damn hot, watching him take control of the situation, especially with a girl Hannah knows to be willful, like Susan.
Finally, the red head pulls back and falls onto her ass, pushing up her skirt and tugging aside her panties. Fingers dive into Susan’s sopping wet cunt even as Harry turns his full, undivided attention towards Hannah. The blonde witch finds herself with her arms around his neck, even as his now free hand helps the other in flipping up the back of her skirt. He’s got both hands on her panty-clad ass now, gripping and squeezing her fat badonkadonk right then and there.
Hannah isn’t sure how to feel. No, that’s not entirely true… she KNOWS how she feels, but part of her is still embarrassed by just how much she’s enjoying having him touch her. Still, in this moment, her meekness serves her well, because when Harry kisses her all the deeper, while kneading her bubble butt, Hannah doesn’t try to resist. She doesn’t want him to stop, and she happily melts into his grasp, even leaning up on her tip toes to give him more access to her fat ass.
The makeout session seems to last forever, his hard cock poking at her belly between them, all while he riles her up more than she’s ever been riled up before. It’s not even necessary, she’d come into this whole thing already soaking wet. But Harry seems to care quite a lot about foreplay, and Hannah isn’t about to protest all the intimate contact she’s getting with the man.
Nor does she protest when he finally grips her firm behind and lifts her up into the air. Instead, it’s almost as if her body was waiting for it, as her legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His cock slides up under her dress in between them, and ends up hot-dogging her panty-clad slit as Harry spins her around and presses her against the wall. They continue to kiss as Harry holds her there, his hands never leaving her ass.
As it turns out though, his hands don’t need to leave her ass. Hannah startles when a sudden tearing sound fills the air and she feels it as Harry’s magic outright rips her panties from her body. When his cock is then guided to the entrance of her now naked cunt, the blonde witch simply moans, wiggling her hips in a way she can only hope is enticing. It certainly seems to be, because the next thing Hannah knows, she’s being split in half by the biggest cock she’s ever had.
No insult to Neville, to be fair. The boy was big enough, and from what Hannah knew, quite average. But Harry… Harry was anything but average, and with Neville’s commitment to his work dominating his life, Hannah felt no guilt over enjoying every last inch of the Man-Who-Won’s massive dick. She was single now… and that meant this was all fair play.
Completely oblivious to her thought-processes, Harry continues to feed more and more of his member into her cunt as Hannah moans like a wanton whore, instead of the Hogwarts Graduate she is. Harry’s magic continues to work at her, and after her panties goes her dress, and then her bra. Soon, Hannah is entirely naked, pressed up against the wall by the strongest wizard of their generation, his cock filling every last inch of her insides. Harry’s member stops at the entrance of Hannah’s womb, and that’s when the young man finally pulls back to do it all over again.
At the same time, his mouth falls upon her sizable tits. Hannah has been voluptuous and curvaceous for a few years now. To her mortification and embarrassment, she’d started out chubby, back when she’d first arrived at Hogwarts. She’d grown into her body though, and the extra fat had eventually ended up in all the right places. She might have been a bit thicker around the waist then Tracey or Daphne or even Susan, but she also had sizable tits, wide hips, and a nice, fat ass to put them all to shame.
And it seemed Harry enjoyed all of those things, his hands still kneading her bubble butt, and his mouth now licking along her soft mammary flesh, eventually arriving at her nipples to play with them, one after another. It’s orgasmic… quite literally. As Harry begins to truly fuck her up against the wall, Hannah doesn’t bother to hold back her pleasure anymore. She cries out and cums on the spot, her pussy clenching down rapidly along Harry’s pistoning prick.
He fucks her with deep, long strokes, slow at first but quickly picking up steam as time goes on. And she in turn voices her enjoyment of his pacing, his technique… everything. It’s amazing, what Harry can do with that dick of his. As he smacks against the entrance of her womb repeatedly, Hannah orgasms over and over again.
Time passes in a bit of a blur from that moment on. It almost feels like Hannah’s brain is dribbling out of her ears, as Harry plows her senseless in fairly short order. Eventually, he moves her from the wall to a nearby table, laying her across it and leaning over her to continue licking and suckling at her naked, jiggling breasts. It’s around that time that Susan joins in as well, the red head moving to the other side of the table in order to kiss Hannah upside down as she fingers herself.
The entire experience is a bit much for the meek blonde. She’s never been the center of so much love and attention before, never been the focus of an honest-to-god threesome between the Wizarding World’s greatest hero and her best friend. New experiences are fun… but also taxing. She’s barely cognizant by the time Harry finally cums, and all she truly knows, as she begins to pass out, is that he doesn’t cum inside of her, instead beckoning Susan over so that the red head can swallow his load right as he begins his release.
Hannah watches this with a soft smile on her face, happy that her friend had gotten such a delicious treat. Then, she passes out then and there, exhausted from the entire ordeal and tingling all over.
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It had taken a lot longer than Harry had expected for Hannah to snap and demand satisfaction. But finally, the blonde had done so. And she’d done so with Susan, which was what he’d hoped would happen anyways. Not enough to actually influence matters one way or the other, but he was convinced he’d have to step in, if Hannah’s outburst and confrontation had happened with either Daphne or Tracey. Those two girls were a bit conniving, even if Harry had grown to love that about the pair of Slytherin wenches.
Regardless, it was Susan who she’d confronted in the end, and Susan had, in Harry’s opinion, handled the resulting conversation beautifully. After all, it’d ended with him getting his cock sucked and sunk into a tight new pussy. That’s a win in his book, that’s for sure. Hannah had been such a delicious morsel, and after having a ‘taste of the goods’ so to speak, Harry was more than happy to take her as a wife. It would be up to her though, in the end. He’d not take that choice from her.
Ah, but there they were now, approaching him. Turning from the railing, Harry lifts a single brow as Susan and Hannah walk up to him out in the Potter Manor’s courtyard. It’s a beautiful blue-sky day, with a barely-there breeze to make everything nice and cool. Which is why Harry supposes he can see two pairs of nipples poking out of two tight-fitting blouses as the girls come to a stop before him. His second eyebrow joins the first in lifting up his forehead, even as Susan grins at his attention and Hannah blushes.
“Yes?”
“Hannah has something she wants to tell you~ The two of us have come to a bit of a joint decision!”
Harry smiles at Susan’s mischievous tone, before looking to Hannah expectantly. The blonde looks a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, as she glances to her friend, clearly feeling betrayed at being put on the spot like that. Blushing even deeper than before, the beautiful witch swallows thickly and nods her head in confirmation.
“I… yes. We… if you’ll have me that is, we’ve decided t-to share Susan’s w-wedding day.”
It’s about as close as they’re going to get, or so Harry assumes. Chuckling, the young wizard steps forward and reaches out, taking a hand from both of them as he pulls them in close, his smile only growing wider and his gaze focused on Hannah.
“I’ll gladly have you my dear. Though you’ll have to become a Lady of some house or other. Might end up affecting your name, unlike dear Susan here who will remain Lady Bones even after our marriage. Is that alright with you?”
Eyes wide, the blonde witch nods, prompting Susan to snicker a bit as she mock whispers to Harry in a conspiratory manner.
“Hannah has wanted to be a Princess since she was eleven! A Ladyship will have to do though, I suppose.”
If Hannah was blushing before, she’s now positively incandescent as she hits her best friend in the shoulder, her face the color of a tomato. Harry just laughs though, knowing he’ll be quite happy with two pairs of friends to balance out the harem it seems he’s going to end up building. Daphne and Tracey might think that Hannah gives them some sort of advantage, possibly over Susan.
He doesn’t think it’ll go the way they want it to though. The two Hufflepuff girls are thicker than thieves, and so long as Hannah has Susan to support her, the blonde witch has proven more than capable of coming out of her shell. Ah, but the Hufflepuffs’ ‘hufflepuffs’ are pressing up against him right now. Glancing down at the pair’s breasts, rubbing against his chest, Harry once again lifts his brow to them.
Susan and Hannah each catch the look he’s giving them, both responding in their own unique way… and both grinding up against him all the harder. Glancing around tells Harry that there’s no one looking there way. In fact, despite the wedding swiftly approaching, there’s actually no one in the courtyard at all at the moment. That’s good, because he’s honestly not that bothered by the thought of… disturbing anyone.
Grinning wickedly, Harry swiftly turns the tables on his two newest lovers. Susan and Hannah gasp in unison as they find themselves slipping past him, only to end up pushed up against the railing he’d just been leaning over. His hands come down to their asses, and his fingers slide up between their legs as he begins to molest the pair, right then and there.
Judging by how wet they both are… neither minds. Nor will they mind what he’s going to do next. Wide grin on his face, Harry lets out a happy sigh and uses his magic to undo his belt and unzip his trousers. He’s going to enjoy this, very much indeed.
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