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[BONUS] Lord Potter-Black and his Wives Pt. 2 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2017-12-10 02:03:34 +0000 UTC A/N: Chapter 2 features Susan Bones~-x-X-x-
“Trace, do you know wher-… my Lord, you’re absolutely insatiable.”
Harry looks up from where he’s leaned against the dresser, eyebrows lifted as Daphne gives him a sultry grin. At the same time, Tracey is on her knees in front of him, the brunette slut bobbing away at his cock, wearing nothing but her underwear. Of course, at this point he’s not much better. He has his shirt on, but his boxers are pulled down to his knees now so the witch can knead his balls and slobber all over his dick.
Meanwhile, Daphne is fully dressed, and rolling her eyes at the sight before her. Harry just shrugs his shoulders.
“I didn’t initiate this. If anyone is insatiable, it’s your lovely friend here.”
Daphne’s grin only widens as she walks forward. The blonde had reasserted herself a bit ever since that first day in his study. She wasn’t quite the submissive she’d first seemed, though she could certainly play one easily enough. Now though, her fingers lace into her brunette friend’s hair and she holds Tracey steady quite suddenly, not allowing the other witch to move as Harry’s cock pushes down the brunette’s throat.
“I wouldn’t put it past her my Lord, Tracey always has been a little minx… mm, but we’re going to be late to the Wizengamot at this rate, so it’s time to… speed things up.”
Gripping tightly, Daphne begins to drive Tracey back and forth along Harry’s shaft. The brunette witch’s hands immediately come up to push against the front of his legs as she chokes and gags, but Daphne slaps them down.
“Uh-uh Trace, you wanted this, you’re going to get it. Hands behind your back, take the dick like a good little girl.”
Harry watches on in mild amusement as Tracey does just that, obeying Daphne by locking her arms at the small of her back, her eyes watering and drool leaking from her lips as she’s driven to the base of Harry’s substantial schlong again and again.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
In no time at all, Harry is letting out a groan, his fingers digging into the dresser behind him as Tracey’s tight, spasming throat brings him right over the edge to a climax. His seed pumps down her throat, and while some of it comes back up and explodes out of her nostrils, the brunette witch does an admirable job of swallowing the majority of it down.
When Daphne finally lets go of her and Tracey pulls her head back off of Harry’s dick, she’s a bit of a mess… but in the end, the blonde just hauls her friend to her feet and drags her towards the bathroom.
“Finish getting dressed now my Lord! I’ll take care of making this slut presentable!”
Harry watches the blonde witch go, shaking her hips and ass back and forth in the classy, yet form-fitting green dress she’s put herself in. He can’t help but grin, even as he pulls up his boxers and moves over to the bed to grab his pants. Despite their slightly nefarious intentions in going to him in the first place, Harry can’t help but like the two witches. Hell, it might even turn into love one day…
For now though, he’d settle for affection and a general sense of fondness. As well as the lust both of them invoked in him, with their beautiful bodies and slutty behavior. The last couple weeks with them in his home had been… enjoyable, to say the least. It could just as well have been Daphne on her knees just now, with Tracey stepping in to ‘speed things up’. Might have even been while Daphne abused her friend as she did, out of sheer jealousy.
Regardless, they did indeed have to get to the Wizengamot Meeting taking place in just a half hour. It wasn’t anything crucial, but it was tradition to announce one’s wives at such things, and Daphne was a stickler for tradition, coming from a pureblood family as she did. Tracey cared a little less, but it was obvious that the brunette witch was excited at being announced as Lady Potter.
Either way, Harry wasn’t planning on playing too much of an active part in wizarding politics. He’d given enough to Wizarding Britain as was. He was tired, done. It was time to get his and protect his own. And that’s exactly what he planned to do.
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“For our fifth order of business, the Lord of Houses Potter and Black, as well as eight minor houses aside, has an important announcement to make. I ask that all of the Wizengamot give him the attention he deserves, as befits his station.”
Harry smiles as he rises from his seat. He’s actually a little surprised at the makeup of the Wizengamot assembly before him. He’d been half-expecting a bunch of old wizards, and perhaps a few old witches throughout the crowd. He’d forgotten a simple fact… a lot of the older generation had died in the Wizarding Wars that Voldemort had started, and just as many of his parent’s generation were either locked up for being Death Eaters, or dead as well by this point.
The new Chief Warlock was a fairly old wizard that Harry didn’t really know, but other than that the room was half-filled with young people inheriting their parent’s positions. As Harry looks out, he even recognizes a few of them, such as Neville Longbottom and to a lesser extent, Susan Bones. His eyes drift back and forth across the assembly, and he sees relative awe and wide-eyed admiration in most eyes.
The smile that threatens to split across his face is held back by common sense, and he manages to keep his shit-eating grin at bay, even as he addresses the Wizengamot.
“Greetings, fellow wizards and witches. It was brought to my attention that I am allowed to take a wife for each of the Lordships I now control. To that end, I have made a decision regarding the most important of them. I have taken two wives, one to be Lady Potter, and the other to be Lady Black. Ladies, come forward.”
Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass step to either side of him, smiles on their prettied-up faces as they present themselves to the Wizengamot. Tracey is dressed in red and gold while Daphne is dressed in black and silver. Harry waits a beat and then clears his throat, not entirely sure how to go about this, but doing the best he can, gesturing first to Tracey and then to Daphne.
“Lady Potter. Lady Black. As my wives, these two will oversee their respective houses, and under their guidance, I expect the Potter and Black families to prosper once more, as all of Wizarding Britain surely will, now that the threat Voldemort posed is gone.”
There’s a mixed reaction at his use of the Dark Lord’s name, but Harry pays it no mind. In fact, with his piece said and his announcement made, the young Lord Potter-Black steps back entirely. He misses the way the crimson haired Susan Bones is looking at him… but neither Daphne nor Tracey do, and the two witches exchange a knowing, conniving look, even as they follow their lord husband back into the semi-private area that his position affords him.
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After Harry’s announcement, the Wizengamot continues on without him for the most part. The Lord Potter-Black is still there, but he doesn’t speak up again, letting others such as a surprisingly confident Neville Longbottom take the stage to bring forth the issues that the legislative body of Wizarding Britain needs to look at. Normally, Susan Bones would be right there with the young Lord Longbottom, as the two were very much political allies in the Wizengamot these days.
Instead, the red head finds herself distracted by something else entirely. Biting her lower lip, the witch watches from her seat across the way as Harry James Potter, the Man-Who-Won, gets head from his new wives. She’s fairly certain that because of the way the massive chamber is set up, only she actually has the right angle to watch as Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis work at Harry’s shaft together, their tongues lapping at his exposed, sizable length.
After all, if anyone else in the assembly could see it, they would no doubt have said something by now. As for why the red head is staying quiet… well, Susan’s eyes had locked with Daphne’s at the end of Harry’s announcement, and the blonde witch had given her a knowing grin that had brought to mind a particularly steamy… liaison back in their fifth year.
It’d been her first time drinking firewhisky and Hufflepuffs were great sharers. In the end, she’d woken up in a broom cupboard with Daphne on one side and Tracey on the other, her face covered in dried pussy juices and the taste of muff on her tongue. She’d eaten both witches out, happily even, and she had no doubt that the two Slytherins wouldn’t hesitate to pull out the pensieve memories of the encounter if she tried to move against their new husband.
Of course, there was also the fact that she found the view somewhat hot to a certain extent. The crimson haired witch can’t seem to force herself to look away at this point. She’s staring, watching as Harry’s impressive member grows bigger and bigger under ministrations of the two young women. Then, his hands close in their hair and Susan watches with wide eyes as Tracey is relegated to his balls, while Daphne begins to bob up and down on his substantial schlong.
She’s not sure how the witch is managing to take so much of his cock into her mouth without gagging on it, but perhaps she isn’t. Perhaps there’s a muffling or a muting charm cast on the Potter box that she can’t see. Magic is allowed within one’s space, it’s merely outside of a Wizengamot member’s box that a spell would get one censured and fined.
When Harry throws his head back and visibly groans in silence, Susan’s suspicions are only confirmed. She bites her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth as her inner thighs rub together and she squirms in her seat. Watching the three go at it without any sound is strangely erotic, and surprisingly arousing. She’s-
“Lady Bones!”
Torn from her thoughts, Susan’s eyes go wide as she realizes Neville is calling for her. She blushes scarlet for a second before bringing herself under control as she stands up and slowly makes her way to the edge of her own box, a fake smile plastered on her face. Neville is looking at her expectantly, and Susan has to wrack her brain for a second to remember what they’re discussing, what legislation she’s backing him up on today.
Eventually it comes to her, and she begins to speak, but from the concerned look in Neville’s eyes, she knows that he at the very least noticed her lapse in concentration. Susan is mortified, especially because they’re still going at it out of the corner of her eye as she tries to keep calm and carry on with her speech towards the Wizengamot.
In the end, the red head manages to get it done and Neville smiles and nods appreciatively as she steps back and settles back down into her seat. She returns his smile as someone else speaks up in opposition, but then her eyes are back on the Potter-Black box as she watches Harry and his new wives go at it. Daphne is no longer visible, and Susan’s imagination runs wild with the blonde girl laid out on the floor, cum covering her face and her expression that of one fucked silly.
Tracey is now going at Harry’s cock, causing Susan’s eyes to widen imperceptibly and her breath to pick up slightly. Luckily, hers and Neville’s latest plan called for HIM to deal with any and all opposition to their latest legislative effort, and that’s exactly what the Longbottom Lord is doing now, even as she pants with need as the sight of that brunette head of hair bobbing up and down on the shaft of the Man-Who-Lived.
Just how much stamina does Harry have, honestly? Susan has to valiantly resist the urge to touch herself to the sight of him thrusting away into Tracey’s throat in utter silence. Her fingers keep creeping down her body, and in the end Susan grabs at her legs, squeezing harshly in order to keep control of herself. She will NOT masturbate in the middle of a Wizengamot Session, no matter how arousing the sight before her.
Grimacing, the red head stops her squirming and sits as absolutely still as she can for the rest of the meeting. Even when she watches with wide eyes as Harry ejaculates all over a happy, blissful Tracey’s face, the Lady Bones manages to maintain her composure… mostly. When the meeting finally comes to an end however, Susan doesn’t even stick around to talk shop with Neville.
No, instead the young witch makes a beeline for the exit, moving to leave the Wizengamot Chamber behind as fast as she possibly can, only to almost run head first into another woman on her way out. Her eyes go wide as she looks into the smiling face of Daphne Greengrass, the other witch’s makeup only a little messy and surprisingly well put-together still after all she’d seen the blonde do back in the assembly.
“D-Daphne…”
The wicked grin on Greengrass’ face only proves in Susan’s mind that the blonde still remembers that time in the broom cupboard. Blushing almost as deep a red as her hair, Susan swallows hard, even as Daphne’s eyes seem to study her.
“Susan… it’s so good to see you, old friend.”
Biting her lower lip and worrying it slightly, Susan tries to talk back to the Slytherin witch.
“I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t call us friends Daphne. Childhood acquaintances perhaps…”
And it was true, the Bones and the Greengrasses HAD once been close, as most pureblood families were. The Dark Lord had ruined that, splitting old magical families down the middle, destroying ancient alliances and agreements simply by existing, killing those who didn’t agree with him, enslaving those who would submit to him.
Still, it’s clear that Daphne isn’t talking about the few times they had ‘playdates’ as children, long before Hogwarts. Her grin becomes salacious as she lifts a single eyebrow in amusement.
“Oh? I like to think we’re friends Susan. And friends talk to each other. I have something I’d like to discuss with you, if you have the time.”
It’s couched as a request, at least word-wise… but obviously it’s not one, given the blonde’s tone and the look in her eyes. Susan can’t help but whimper a little, as her mind, still in the gutter thanks to Daphne and Tracey’s antics with Harry in the Wizengamot Chamber, makes up all sorts of theories and ideas for what Daphne could want with her now.
In the end, when the blonde witch’s hand slips into hers and she begins to pull Susan along, the red head simply goes with her, ultimately nonresistant. They walk down one of the back hallways of the Wizengamot and suddenly they’re in front of a door and Daphne is holding it open as she pushes Susan inside. The red head stumbles a bit and when she rights herself, she finds a small office, and Harry and Tracey inside of it.
The brunette is stroking Harry’s cock when Daphne pushes her into the room, and both Tracey’s and Harry’s eyes move to Susan as she straightens up and blushes an even deeper scarlet at the sight before her. Tracey makes a ‘tsking’ sound and let’s go of Harry’s cock as the young wizard in turn smiles, giving his beautiful wife a slap on her rear that causes her to jump and coo, even as she walks right past Susan and out of the room.
Then the door closes behind her and Susan is alone with Harry James Potter, the Man-Who-Won. He doesn’t even bother putting his dick away, and it’s all she can do not to look at it, instead tearing her gaze from his crotch and pointedly meeting his eyes as she stands as tall as she can.
“L-Lord Potter-Black…”
His smile turns into a grin as he inclines his head towards her respectively.
“Lady Bones.”
In that moment, Susan regrets not making a friend of the man before her, back when he was a boy and far more malleable. She wishes there wasn’t so much distance between them now… though given the fact that she’s in a room with him and his dick is out, there really isn’t any distance between them at all right at this moment, is there?
With that thought in mind, Susan drops the formalities.
“Harry… what is this?”
The young wizard shrugs his shoulders and lets out a chuckle.
“My wives seem to think you’d make an excellent addition to our exclusive little… club. They want you to be my third spouse.”
Susan can’t help but grow a little wet at the idea, even as she blinks owlishly and affects a surprised gaze.
“Me?”
Harry grins, almost knowingly, and shrugs his shoulders again.
“They seem to know something about you that I don’t, though I’ll admit I’ve always thought you to be an intelligent, capable witch, Susan. Still, you are the head of your own House now. If we were to marry, you wouldn’t be taking one of the minor houses I have to my name as yours, you’d be giving me the House of Bones. I’m not certain you’re interested in doing that.”
It’s like someone’s poured ice-cold water down her back. He’s… he’s right. If they married, he would become Lord Bones, on top of all of his other titles. And thanks to the wizarding world’s ancient laws, she would be relegated to his wife and his home-maker, rather than what she was now. She was only Lady Bones now, as her aunt was before her, because there were no male members of the Bones Family left, and so it fell to those that remained… the women.
But if she married him, he would have control. Susan can’t help but bite her lower lip at that as she steps closer to Harry Potter, partially of her own accord, partially involuntarily.
“And is that what you want? Is that why you’re staring at me right now, your cock hanging free? Because you’re going to fuck me, dominate me, and take control of my house?”
She’s a half-second from dropping her wand from it’s wrist holster into her hand. Regardless of Harry’s reputation, what he’s done for the wizarding world, or his magical strength, she’s not about to let him rape her, even if she is insanely aroused in this moment. He won’t find her that easy to break, in the end. But rather than confirm her darkest thoughts, Harry’s brow furrows and he looks down, as if just realizing his cock is still out.
“Wha-? No! Sorry, sorry… Daphne and Tracey, they’re insatiable minxes, you have to understand, I just…”
The moment is somewhat broken as a blushing Harry tucks his junk away and zips up his pants. Susan stops dead and blinks dumbly at him, even as he laughs and sheepishly rubs the back of his head.
“Look, Susan… my wives are ambitious little sluts, to be sure. But even if we were to marry, I have no desire to control the House of Bones on top of all the other shit I’ve got going on. Even with Daphne and Tracey, I’m not exactly treating them like slaves or anything. They might like it rough, but they’re my wives, not my chattel.”
Susan stares as Harry lets out a sigh. So, it was all a misunderstanding. Well… that wasn’t good, because without her anger over what she perceived to be Harry’s evil plans, Susan is still hopelessly turned on by all the debauchery the young wizard and his wives have put her through. Grinning a little herself now, the red head moves in, much to Harry’s surprise, and slaps her hand across the crotch of his now zipped up pants as she invades his personal space.
“Oh… is that so? So you don’t want me then, do you? It’s just your wives being ambitious… little… sluts.”
Harry looks at her, his nostrils flaring and something unfathomable in his eyes.
“Susan… careful. I don’t know if I can hold back when as beautiful a witch as you begins to come on to me like this.”
Grinning all the wider, Susan worries her lower lip between her teeth and gropes Harry’s junk again.
“Mm, so now I’m beautiful?”
With a growl, Harry seizes her by the shoulders and kisses her deeply. The crimson haired witch immediately melts into his embrace, unable to control herself anymore as her own hands grab at his clothes and pull him just as close. They kiss, sloppily and passionately, for a good few minutes before Harry finally pulls back, having to forcibly push her away.
“Susan…”
It’s another warning, his voice husky and guttural as he growls at her. In response, the last remaining member of the Bones family runs a hand down Harry’s chest and smiles.
“if we’re going to do this, Lord Potter-Black, I have a few stipulations.”
Harry stiffens up and then nods cautiously.
“Name them.”
“One, we will write the marriage contract together, and it will name me as true owner of the name Bones, in case of any sort of split between the two of us. Two, I will continue to maintain the Bones Wizengamot Seat, and my voting will be solely based on my own desires, independent of your own. And three, you’re going to fuck me right here and now you bastard, after all that teasing your slutty wives put me through back in the Wizengamot Chamber.”
Both of the wizard’s eyebrows are raised as he regards her, but in the end, Harry nods again.
“Done.”
Susan’s responding grin is wide and wicked as she descends to her knees right then and there. Once again, Harry’s button and zipper are undone, and Susan is pulling the cock he’d just tucked away out of its confines, marveling in his hard, throbbing length. The dark-haired young man watches on, even as Susan strokes his shaft up and down, staring at it, going cross-eyed trying to look down the ‘barrel’ so to speak.
“You have the biggest dick I’ve ever laid my eyes on Harry, let alone my hands.”
“Oh? Is that all I’m good for then? You just want me for my cock, is that it?”
As he jokes with her, Susan gives him another grin in response, her eyes flicking up to meet his. Then she begins to kiss and lick his length, moving up and down it with her lips and tongue. One of her hands moves to his balls and she fondles the large nut sack, even as she slides her lips around his cockhead and begins to suckle at the tip of his member.
Harry groans and throws his head back as Susan starts to blow him, right then and there in some small office in the back of the Wizengamot. The red head doesn’t really know what she’s doing, but at this point she’s too turned on to care. Bobbing her head up and down his length is a treat as Susan moans loudly, vibrations going all along his shaft all the while. Her lips suction to his girth and her tongue runs across the underside of his dick.
This is the magnificent member of the Man-Who-Won, the wizard who’d saved them all. She’s sucking the cock of Harry James Potter, vanquisher of Voldemort himself. It’s a heady moment for Susan, and she highly enjoys showing her ‘appreciation’ to the young man as she also shows off her skill at giving head. In no time at all, Harry is grunting as he laces his fingers through her hair and gently pushes back on her head.
“S-Susan… I’m getting close.”
Grinning at that, Susan presses against his hand, and stays on his shaft, even as she bobs up and down on the first few inches of his length at a rapid-fire pace. Harry lets out a curse, and a moment later he’s cumming in her mouth as she swallows every last drop. His seed has a salty taste to it, and it’s thick and viscous as it slides down Susan’s throat. In the end, it’s not bad at all, and the slightly perverse witch imagines she could get used to drinking Harry’s cum.
She half-expected it, but Susan is nonetheless surprised when she pulls back from Harry’s dick as his release finishes, only to realize he’s not actually going soft.
“Fuck Harry, just how much stamina do you have?”
The Lord Potter-Black chuckles darkly as he removes his hand from her hair and gives her a challenging grin.
“More than enough to… consummate or new relationship and seal our accord Lady Bones.”
It’s a little how, hearing him sound so official as he waves a dick in her face. Grinning lewdly, Susan rises from her knees and finally shirks off her robes. She lets them fall to the floor, revealing the blouse and pencil skirt she’s wearing beneath it. Taking a step back from Harry as he reaches for her, the red head gives him an impish grin, even as she begins to unbutton her blouse.
To his credit, Harry doesn’t try to go after her. Instead the wizard stays where he is, cock in hand and eyes fixated on her body as Susan begins to give him a bit of an impromptu strip show. Her blouse comes apart and Susan goes a little red with embarrassment, rather than lust, when Harry lays his eyes on her black and yellow bra. Her panties are of a similar make, and both have a small stylized H embroidered into the fabric.
His lifted eyebrows say all that they need to on the subject, but Susan won’t feel ashamed for it… once a Puff, always a Puff. Still, now that she’s wearing nothing but her shoes, socks, and her underwear, Susan is beginning to feel a little exposed. Sauntering back over to Harry with all the confidence that she can muster, the red head begins to strip him down as well, pulling off his shirt and helping him to kick off his pants. Only once he’s naked and they’re kissing and his hard cock is grinding against her navel does Susan feel a bit more at ease.
They make out for a little bit longer and then it’s her turn to pull away as the red head steps back out of his reach once more, only to undo the clasp on her bra, letting it fall away from her chest. Susan’s breasts have always been on the sizable side. Her friend, Hannah Abbot, is even larger in size, but Susan knows that’s not a case of her being small, merely a case of Hannah being massive in the breast department.
Yes, Susan is also on the large size, and she luxuriates in Harry’s wide-eyed look as he watches her big, perky tits defy gravity, bouncing a little but otherwise pointing out towards him as she pushes her arms inwards, squeezing them together for his enjoyment. Then, it’s onto her panties. Susan hooks her thumbs into the hem of her Hufflepuff brand undergarments and turns around, facing away from Harry as she makes a show of bending over and exposing her tight little pussy and her round, heart-shaped ass to his gaze.
She slides the panties all the way down her legs and then kicks them off her feet. Then, she steps away from Harry, up to the office’s small desk, and she plants her hands on the cleanest parts of it as she spreads her legs wide. It feels… surprisingly good, to be naked before the Man-Who-Lived. Knowing he appreciates her body, knowing he’s ogling her even now, Susan grins wickedly and looks back over her shoulder at Harry, her ass jutting out and her back arching as she draws his attention away from her body and up to her eyes.
“Well big boy? You going to have some fun with me, or what?”
Harry begins to approach, and Susan’s gaze slips down to his crotch, where his massive, throbbing cock is pointing straight at her. She prepares herself for the fucking of a life time, but she’s still a bit taken aback when Harry doesn’t immediately stick it into her from behind. Instead, the wizard spins her around and pushes her up against the desk as he kisses her heatedly. Meanwhile, his hands swipe at the papers and everything else strewn over the messy desk, knocking things to the floor behind her as their lips smack against one another, and their tongues wrestle between their mouths.
Susan lets out a light ‘eep!’ as Harry suddenly grabs her big bubble butt and lifts her up onto the desk, sitting her there and spreading her legs so he can nestle himself between them. His cockhead is abruptly against the entrance of her cunt and Susan freezes up as he too pauses, looking into her eyes.
“I want to see you… I want to KNOW you.”
It’s the most romantic thing she’s ever heard, and in that moment, the red head feels just a bit of love for the Man-Who-Lived, beyond the lust and the arousal and the admiration and awe. She ducks her head and bites her lower lip in embarrassment, but Harry just tilts her face back up with a finger under her chin as he kisses her deeply once more.
Then, he’s inside of her and Susan cries out as his cock fills her up, inch by inch. He slides into her like she was made for him, though there is still some resistance as her tight cunt is forcibly opened up to fit his girthy pecker. Of course, by this point Susan is more than a little sopping wet, leaving her nice and slick as he buries himself deep inside of her clenching, tightening pussy.
Susan moans, and her body shudders as she orgasms almost immediately from the sudden penetration. After everything she’s experienced so far this day, it’s no wonder that his first thrust would have her climaxing right then and there. Her pussy grows even slicker and her inner walls clench down around him. But Harry doesn’t even pause, instead the young wizard hooks his hands up under Susan’s meaty thighs, and he begins to fuck her on top of the desk, as hard as he can.
Her lips and his continue to clash, and Susan wraps her limbs around Harry’s body as he pistons in and out of her. Every thrust he makes causes her ankles to be knocked apart, but that doesn’t stop her from clinging to him as he fucks her. They kiss passionately, and Harry’s tongue slides into her mouth, dominating her own. Susan can barely control herself as yet another orgasm rocks her body. The red head whines into Harry’s lips, her hips bucking against him, trying to meet each and every thrust.
He’s deep, DEEP inside of her, knocking against the entrance of her womb now. As he smacks against Susan’s cervix, the witch rubs her tits against Harry’s chest. In that moment, she’s never felt more alive, more at peace with her existence. In that moment, she and Harry are one, and he’s inside of her, and she’s completely and utterly content.
Susan cries out and tosses her head back as Harry hits a particularly deep spot in her cunt, sending a wave of pleasure through her frame. In turn, this causes her pussy walls to contract around his cock yet again as she experienced another orgasm. This time though, Harry doesn’t simply power through the tightening and the rhythmic clenching of her muscles, instead he lets out a contented groan and fills Susan’s womb directly with his seed.
Pumping his baby batter into her just like that causes Susan’s eyes to widen in shock… and overwhelming pleasure as they then roll back in her head. She orgasms yet AGAIN as his white, hot cum splashes against the inside of her womb, perhaps inseminating her right then and there, though she knows not. The thought of being filled with Harry’s child though, it definitely excited her more than she’d care to admit. Being knocked up with his baby… it means something, something more than she would have thought.
When all is said and done, they’re both left catching their breath, his cock still lodged inside of her as he rests his hands on her hips. In turn, her legs are wrapped around his waist and her arms are wrapped around his neck. Their foreheads are touching and each of them is panting as they stare into one another’s eyes. Harry’s grin is lopsided as he looks at her questioningly.
“So… how’d I do, Lady Bones?”
Blushing as she realizes what he’s doing, Susan grins right back, affecting a pompous air of self-importance.
“It was… acceptable, Lord Potter-Black.”
That gets a lifted eyebrow from the wizard and he pulls back from her as he eyes her for a long moment. Susan can’t help but squirm under that gaze, as if he’s studying her. Then, his grin is back and wider still.
“Then I guess I’ll have to keep trying until I’ve earned the O, won’t I?”
Susan’s eyes go wide as Harry begins to thrust into her again. Despite cumming multiple times, the wizard’s stamina is as magnificent as she’d fantasized about. He’s pumping away at her already stuffed cunt and she can’t help but cry out and orgasm loudly and lewdly as he fucks her harder and harder. By this point, Harry has earned MANY O’s… but Susan isn’t about to let him know that.
No, the red head has come to a simple conclusion. She’s going to see just how many orgasms her new husband can bring her to, before they finally get around to tying the knot. The perverse, naked, sweat-covered Lady Bones happily takes his cock as the Lord Potter-Black slams home inside of her again and again, plowing her senseless with his big, meaty shaft.
She can only hope that Harry truly is on the up-and-up as he seems to be. Their earlier interaction has convinced her of his good intentions, but at this point, Susan is worried that if he fucked her hard enough, he could slip all sorts of little addendums into their marriage contract as she nodded along with a blissed out smile on her face.
Luckily enough for the red head, Harry isn’t that kind of man. He is the kind of man to fuck her into next week though, and with Daphne and Tracey keeping watch outside to prevent anyone from stumbling upon the two fucking in the small office, Harry is left to do exactly that, plowing Susan Bones senseless and then some.
By the time he’s done with her, he has to carry the beautiful witch home so she can sleep it off, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lulling out of her skull as she hangs limply in his arms, bridal style. All’s well that end’s well though, for thanks to Daphne and Tracey, none see them as they floo back to the Potter home. And ultimately, within the week the marriage contract is written and approved by both parties.
House Bones has a new Lord, though for the first time in history, the Lady of the House has just as much control, if not more, as her Lord husband. Harry has a third wife and Susan has a chance to bring her name back to prominence, as any children she has will bear the name of Bones. All is well… though with Daphne and Tracey being who they are, and Harry’s stamina… well, three wives just won’t be enough.
No, the new Ladies Potter and Black are just getting started…
