After putting Romilda and Gabrielle to bed in the middle of his office and drafting up the magical contract that he intends to use to keep Romilda in line, Harry begins going over other paperwork, pouring over documents and the like, consuming information and signing off on this and that as is necessary. He manages to get through a rather large stack and is feeling pretty good about the state of his desk when Lavender walks into his office.
The blonde media mogul of a witch is currently dressed in a short pencil skirt in a blouse with the top two buttons undone. Seeing her, Harry snorts in amusement and flicks his fingers in the direction of the conjured bed that Romilda and Gabrielle both occupy. Silence falls over his two assistants, a localized bit of magic that doesn't fill the room, only the space that the bed occupies.
Lavender smirks slightly at seeing this, but it doesn't stop her trajectory as she easily circles around the bed and makes her way over to him where he's sat behind his desk. Leaning down gives him an excellent view of her tits thanks to just how much cleavage she's already showing, but Harry only gets a second to look before Lavender's face is occupying his attention, her cherry-red lips pressing against his in a kiss.
After a moment of making out and Harry's hands creeping up towards her body, Lavender pulls back and smirks knowingly, pushing his chair back a bit and moving him away from her just enough so that she can sit on the desk in front of him. And when she sits, she ACTUALLY sits. Her legs spread, and this casually hikes up her skirt a bit, showing off the fact that she's not wearing any underwear.
Harry's eyes drift down to that gorgeous sight of her glistening wet pussy, even as Lavender herself raises an index finger to her lips, sucking on it seductively for a moment before placing both of her hands behind herself. Leaning back on them for support, she finally speaks, grinning wickedly.
"So then, Harry… how did the interviews go, hm?"
Grunting at that, the young, powerful wizard lifts a hand to the bridge of his nose, rubbing it for a moment.
"Awful. Just… aside from Romilda, none are to even be considered for a second interview. And yes, I know the irony of that statement. It's not something I thought I'd ever be saying either."
Lavender, unlike Gabrielle, knows all about Romilda Vane and her obsession with Harry. She laughs in the face of his resigned expression, looking back over her shoulder for a moment and twisting her body in just the most delightful way as she gazes over at the bed where a naked Romilda is curled into an equally naked Gabrielle.
"It would seem that in the end, the dear girl finally got her way. For shame, Harry. You only make matters worse when you give stalkers what they want."
Despite the admonishment, Lavender's tone is teasing, as is her smirk when she looks back to him a moment later. Harry just chuckles, not trying to deny the fact that he had indeed fucked Romilda. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders and reaches out to tap the last piece of parchment on his desk… the contract he'd written up for dear Ms. Vane. Lavender's eyes slide over to it and begin to read even as Harry speaks.
"Having sex with the girl one time does not mean anything else will happen. I only went along with it because Gabrielle was enjoying dominating the witch. If Romilda wants it to continue, she'll sign this… and then I'll have her right where I want her."
Lavender finishes reading the contract over, or at least the important parts. She lets out a slight laugh and gives Harry a wicked sort of grin.
"You're as clever as ever, Lord Potter-Black. Mm, and I'm sure dear Romilda will indeed sign this contract… perhaps even without reading it, to her detriment. Though, she won't much care about the restrictions. No, I can see it now… with both of those girls working together, it looks likely that you'll be… going along with it more often than not."
Harry cocks his head to the side as if both considering and acknowledging Lavender's point. In the end, he doesn't say anything, just letting out a sigh as he leans forward and grabs the blonde witch by her pale inner thighs, spreading her legs apart just a tad more and slipping his tongue from between his lips to begin the process of eating her out.
Lavender gasps, even as she smiles at her win. Her hands curl into his untamable black, messy mop of hair and she moans lewdly as Harry's tongue flicks this way and that just inside of her cunt, before slowly but surely growing longer and longer. Almost too slow to be noticed though, at barely a fifth of an inch every half a minute.
"Mm, as s-skilled as ever, H-Harry… I'm s-sure you'll, ooh, be happy to know that… that Witch Weekly is doing w-well of late. In, ah, spite of the a-attacks on my company, w-we've never been bettERRRR!!!"
Lavender squeals as she orgasms for the first time across Harry's still-elongating tongue. For a moment, she's left panting, then she continues on. It's obviously very difficult for her to talk about this. Not because of the topic, but because Harry never stops growing his tongue inside of her, not until he hits the entrance of her womb and can lash the tip of his elongated mouth muscle back and forth across it.
Still, the blonde does her best, telling him all about how her burgeoning media empire has only grown thanks to what's been happening recently. The scandal was one thing, but the attack… well, if it had succeeded, perhaps things would be different, but because the attack had failed, and been fully and completely thwarted by Harry James Potter no less, Lavender's entire business had an air of legitimacy and truth to it that it hadn't had before.
The Man-Who-Won had personally come to the defense of the Witch Weekly magazine. That obviously meant it was more than just another magazine, right? Sales were through the roof, or so Lavender managed to get out right before Harry's tongue sent her through another explosive orgasm, this one too much for the blonde witch. Falling back across Harry's large desk, Lavender's hands leave his hair as she moans, spasming and shaking her way through the last bits of pleasure.
Harry rises from his seated position, but his tongue still remains inside of Lavender for a moment, showing just how long it had gotten as it finally slips free of her pussy lips and slides back up into Harry's mouth, which turns into a nice, wicked grin.
"Delicious as ever, my dear…"
The 's' on delicious was probably a bit longer than it needed to be, but then, Harry WAS a parseltongue. Regardless, as Lavender pants heavily, her chest heaving beneath her blouse, Harry leans back down and begins to clean her up with his normal sized tongue, lapping at her pussy juices bit by bit. After a few minutes of this, he can tell that Lavender is getting worked up again… but before they can escalate things, she stops him.
"W-Wait… before we continue…"
Harry lifts a single brow at that and straightens up once more, looking down at Lavender as she forces herself back up into a sitting position. Reaching out, she grabs him by his shirt, which he'd barely even bothered to put back on after fucking Romilda and Gabrielle. He certainly wasn't wearing pants, though his boxers kept his ass from ruining the seat of his chair, while also doing a poor job of hiding his current erection.
"I have news about the rebel groups you financed."
Suddenly, Harry is a lot more interested. While Lavender wasn't necessarily the go-between for him and the groups he was secretly funding, she was a reporter, the head of an entire damn media company. It made sense that she would have her sources, and as his wife, her sources were his sources. That was just how it was.
"Yes?"
Lavender licks her lips and then grins slightly.
"Well, there's the good news and the bad news. The good news, which no one else knows quite yet, is that the rebels succeeded. After several attacks, after exposing the corruption inherent within their government, after getting the public on their side… they've actually done it. They've overthrown their Ministry of Magic."
Both of Harry's eyebrows are raised now. He's thrilled, don't get him wrong, but Lavender had said there was bad news. Letting out a sigh at seeing the look on his face, the blonde shakes her head.
"Unfortunately, the Minister managed to escape and is now on the run. Still! As far as I can tell, no one has managed to make any connections between the rebels and you. Even the agents you hired to help them out are completely in the dark. They're also currently hunting for the Minister, and based on their past successes, I fully believe they'll catch him soon! So, you know… it's really not that bad! Everything is going according to plan."
That last line is said far more seductively than the rest, as Lavender hops off of the desk and begins to unbutton her blouse one button at a time, revealing more and more of her delicious flesh. Harry chuckles and does the same with his shirt, tossing it aside as the blonde witch strips naked before him. His boxers come off too, and it's not long before they're BOTH naked. Whether it's an attempt to distract him or not, Harry doesn't mind allowing it to work.
While the failure to capture the Minister is unsettling, the fact that they've removed him from power is NEARLY good enough for Harry. It WOULD be good enough if the idiot hadn't come for Lavender and Parvati through that hit squad, but now… well, now Harry would settle for nothing less than the bastard's head on a pike. Well, maybe he'd settle for locking the wizard in the deepest darkest corner of Azkaban. The Dementors feared Harry now after all, he could probably get away with it.
Regardless, Lavender has pulled a bottle of lotion from his desk and is now spreading it across her breasts, giving him a seductive, needy look the entire while. Once she's done, she spins them both around and has him lean on the desk as she kneels in front of him, her breasts coming up to crotch level and wrapping around his erection. Harry groans at the sensation as his blonde beauty of a wife begins to give him a titfuck right then and there in his study.
Lavender just smirks, and redoubles her efforts, licking her lips as his cock slides in and out of her lotioned tits faster and faster.
"I do so love watching your face while I do things like this. Your reactions are just… perfect."
Harry has a limit though on teasing, and Lavender has just about reached hers. Reaching down, the wizard takes over tit-holding duty from the witch, grabbing and squeezing Lavender's breasts as he begins to control the boob job, fucking up into her breasts while teasing and pulling at the nipples. The blonde moans and at the same time tilts her head down, causing the rapidly thrusting head of Harry's cock to push up into her mouth, where her tongue eagerly and willingly swirls over his glans.
The lotion allows him to move quite quickly by eliminating the friction and leaving only the softness of Lavender's breasts and cleavage. After a few minutes of this, Harry is getting close already. Sensing this, Lavender reaches out and takes hold of his cock, drawing it from her tits and then giving him an enthusiastic handjob, her palms just as coated in the lotion as her boobs were. Pointing his cockhead at her breasts, the blonde witch moans as Harry finally erupts with a grunt all over her chest, directing his length so that he absolutely covers her big, fat titties in his white-hot spunk.
Once he's finished cumming, Lavender lets go of his cock and stands up, eagerly spreading his cum across her tits even more, rubbing it into her skin like some sort of moisturizer, just as she'd done with the lotion. Harry watches this, and his dick never gets a chance to grow soft, because the sight of his beautiful buxom blonde witch of a wife playing with herself in such a way keeps him oh so hard.
As Lavender finishes enjoying the bit of a cum bath, he's just given her, her hands come off of HER chest and instead push at his. Harry finds himself falling back into his chair, and a moment later Lavender is in his lap and fitting the tip of his cockhead against her gushing wet pussy lips. Foreplay is over it seems, because the next thing either of them knows, she's impaled herself on top of him and Harry is holding her by the hips as he thrusts up into her from below.
Lavender cums immediately, her orgasm explosive and sending her head back as her eyes roll for a moment. Then, she hugs herself against Harry's chest hard, and the two of them make out heatedly as Lavender slowly grinds against him, undulating and gyrating her hips back and forth across his member, which is still thrusting up into her from below. Every once in a while, she twitches and squeals into his lips as she experiences a mini-orgasm on his cock.
Eventually though, Lavender clearly wants more, and the female media mogul abruptly switches from slow and sensual to fast and hard as she pulls back, her tits bouncing before Harry's eyes and the rest of her body jiggles and shaking with every thrust, every ride.
"Ooh, b-by the way, Harry… mm, we've been invited to the Quidditch W-World Cup in, ah, Italy this year. Separately, a-as it turned out."
Harry smirks and begins to play with her breasts again, groping and squeezing her lubed-up titties as he watches her face contort with pleasure, enjoying HER reactions now, even as she does her best to continue the conversation through moans.
"O-Obviously I'll be going as the owner of Magical Britain's m-most successful, mm, magazine! And you… well, y-you're the, ooh, owner of this year's Championship T-Teeeeeam!!!"
Harry snorts as Lavender climaxes hard again at the end of that, even as he pulls away from her breasts and reaches around to instead grab her fat ass. Then, he begins fucking the blonde witch all the harder, watching as she loses all semblance of self-control, her tongue wagging out of her mouth in mere moments. Still, he knows that she's still conscious and listening, so he responds to her, even as her screams of pleasure fill the room.
"Yes. I'll be going, of course. Several of my players will be playing, after all. Heh, and I imagine you won't miss it for the world, yes?"
"N-Not on your li-EEEEEE!!!"
Lavender cums again as Harry thrusts particularly deep inside of her, and this time not only does the explosive orgasm cut her off entirely, it milks Harry's next load from him, causing him to spill his seed deep in Lavender's womb. With a grunt, the strong young man stands up and walks Lavender over to a couch over to the side of the study, where he lays her down.
Of course, just because she's half-insensate doesn't mean the blonde witch is done with him by far. Her limbs cling to him, and Harry continues to fuck her nice and hard as she encourages him to do so with her moaning, her cries of pleasure, her begging for his cock. She knows what she wants, and Harry does to… so he gives it to her, again and again and again.
So, focused on that, it actually takes Harry a little while to realize something. It's not until he sees excessive movement out of the corner of his eye that Harry looks over and finally notices that Gabrielle and Romilda have both waken up. They're touching each other of course, and from the looks of things, moaning quite wantonly as they watch Harry fuck Lavender nice and hard. But thanks to the silencing spell he put on the conjured bed, their moans go unheard, as does the sound of their fingers sliding in and out of their messy cunts.
Bringing a finger to his lips, Harry tells them to remain quiet. Then, he curls that same finger back, clearly beckoning them over. It takes the two young ladies a moment to untangle from one another, but eventually they manage it. Of course, the moment that they're both off the bed, Gabrielle, a wicked smile on her face, grabs Romilda by the hair and forces her to her knees.
Now that they're out of the silence effect, a slight grunt escapes Romilda's lips, but otherwise she remains silent and obedient as she crawls across the floor at Gabrielle's direction, circling the couch. Harry has Lavender quite distracted though, and the blonde witch gives no indication that she knows the other two women in the room are now conscious. With her eyes rolled back in her skull for the moment, she is very, VERY focused on Harry's cock slamming up against her cervix, and his hands groping her imminently squeezable breasts.
As quietly as she can, Gabrielle positions Romilda behind Harry and forces the other witch to suck on Harry's balls. Of course, her demand that Romilda keep his balls in her mouth or face punishment is probably a little much, but the witch does her best all the same, even as Harry fucks Lavender just as hard as before, giving her no kind of advantage on this almost impossible task she's been given.
Still, to Harry's surprise, Romilda manages to impress him. After a few moments of getting used to Harry's fast-paced movements, she manages to do what Gabrielle asks of her and more than that, she manages to do it quite expertly, sucking and slurping at his swinging ball sack all while he fucks Lavender into sweet oblivion.
Gabrielle, satisfied that Romilda is now doing her job, straightens up and kisses Harry. Then, she keeps kissing Harry, even as she climbs up onto the couch, never once letting her lips leave his as she sits herself down right on top of Lavender's face. That's how Lavender finally notices its not just her and Harry anymore, with a glistening wet veela pussy inches from her mouth.
Still, the blonde witch is cumming too frequently and too explosively to care much at this point. Reaching up, Lavender roughly grabs Gabrielle by her pale, easily-marked inner thighs and drags her down, causing a yelp to escape the beautiful young veela's lips as the older witch's tongue begins to go to work on her cunt. Gabrielle can barely keep her lips on Harry's, but with THEIR tongues intertwined, she's able to maintain the kiss, and their makeout session continues, even as Lavender's next orgasm draws another release from the powerful young wizard.
Needless to say, Romilda's face ends up drenched in both Lavender's pussy juices and Harry's sticky white cum as it explodes out from around his thick cock and coats her face, but she continues to suckle and slurp at Harry's balls without missing a beat, switching between them to give each of his nuts the attention it deserves with her mouth and tongue.
For a brief time, the study is filled with the sounds of pure and utter debauchery as the three girls reverse gangbang Harry. Not that any part of this is outside of his control. Gabrielle rides Lavender's face and moans constantly into his mouth as Harry's hands move from the blonde witch's tits to Gabrielle's breasts, teasing and tugging at the poor veela's nipples.
Meanwhile, Lavender doesn't miss the hands on her tits, she's got plenty of sensations rocking her body from every other direction as it is. With a sloppy, wet cunt to eat sitting on her face and a big, fat cock barreling in and out of her already-creampied cunt, the blonde witch is quite happy where she is, eager to draw more reactions out of Gabrielle while getting properly plowed by her beloved husband.
Finally, Romilda is simply enthusiastic and aiming to impress. And impress she has so far, Harry won't deny that. She's still working on his balls, still doing her best to try and prove that she belongs in his household, that she can follow instructions and obey his orders (and the orders of his wives) to the letter. That doesn't mean Harry isn't still going to make her sign the contract, but he's definitely leaning towards keeping her around on a permanent, long-term basis by this point, that's for sure.
The debauchery continues until finally, Harry cums again. This is the third load he's filled Lavender's womb with, and the sheer sensation of once again having her insides, sloshing by this point, painted white with Harry's cum is more than enough to send her through another explosive orgasm. Lavender's eyes roll back in her head, and if Gabrielle's sudden squealing is anything to go off of, her tongue has gone absolutely wild. The part veela pulls back from Harry's lips finally, her own head tossed backwards as she orgasms one last time all over Lavender's face.
As soon as Harry pulls out however, Gabrielle is bending over, pushing him back a foot and beginning to blow him while crouching atop Lavender's body, sucking him into her mouth and taking him down her throat without a second thought as she does her absolute best to bury her face in his crotch as quickly as she can. Her nostrils flare before hitting the base of his cock and her chin knocks against a familiar set of lips as Romilda continues to suckle at Harry's balls.
The two witches who will, from now on, be his assistants eagerly work together to orally satisfy Harry… and with them working in tandem, there's no denying that it feels absolutely-fucking-spectacular. Harry's hands find themselves in Gabrielle and Romilda's hair and he grips tightly as he groans all the louder. Eventually, he cums again, his balls churning as he fills Gabrielle's throat with his seed.
The reason for this sudden release is all Gabrielle… and at least partially Lavender as well. The blonde hasn't stopped eating out the part veela, after all, and Gabrielle's abrupt orgasm sends reverberations up Harry's length as she lets out a muffled scream of ecstasy, which promptly turns into a gurgled, gagging mess as Harry plasters her gullet with cum.
Pulling out yet again, this time from Gabrielle's mouth, Harry chuckles as the veela collapses atop Lavender entirely, both beauties just squirming for a moment as he steps off the couch finally. Though, to his amazement, Romilda follows him, staying attached to his balls all the while, still playing with them and suckling them like the good little assistant she's trying to be.
Finally pulling her off, Harry helps the witch to her feet, even as he eyes her blushing form up and down.
"You've impressed me, Ms. Vane. Won't deny that… mm, perhaps you've earned a reward for a job well done."
Romilda's eyes brighten at that, and then they go a little wide as she yelps from Harry abruptly grabbing her and moving her about, bending her over the arm of the couch at the end where Lavender's feet almost dangle off. Of course, just as he's teasing her gushing wet drooling quim with his cockhead, Gabrielle and Lavender both speak up.
"Wait!"
"Ah, Harry…"
The two clamor off the couch and give each other a look. Whatever it is they see in the other's eyes, they like it, because both grin as they turn to Harry, who at this point is just watching them both with a raised brow. Sauntering over, Lavender grabs Romilda's ass cheeks and spreads them apart, while Gabrielle grabs hold of Harry's dick and places it up against the witch's tight, unused sphincter.
Romilda immediately stiffens and looks back, trapped and unable to move away but also clearly a lot more trepidatious than she was a moment ago.
"W-Wait, that's the wrong hole!"
Harry can see where Lavender and Gabrielle are going with this now, but he says nothing, leaving the explanation in their capable hands. Gabrielle smiles sweetly at her new co-assistant and gives Romilda's ass cheeks a nice, firm squeeze.
"You haven't signed a contract yet, Ms. Vane… so we're still doing the interview. Consider this a test of your commitment. But… if you can't handle it, then that's okay. No one's keeping you here. You can leave at any time."
Lavender hops in as well, a wicked grin on her face, hiding none of her feelings towards the Gryffindor stalker. She doesn't come out and say it, but Harry can guess how Lavender feels about Romilda. The latter witch gave all witches a bad name through her time at Hogwarts, and even if she'd grown out of it now, that didn't mean Lavender didn't want some revenge.
"We've all done it, my dear. It's not nearly as bad as you think it is… mm, but it will hurt at first. You'll have to get used to it… if, that is, you want to stay."
Romilda bites her lower lip and looks to Harry, but she finds no assistance from him. His face is expressionless and blank as he stares down at her, waiting for her answer. It's clear that he's backing up his two lovely wives, going along with what they're saying. In a moment, her reward has become another test… and if she wants to stick around, Romilda has no choice but to pass it.
Realizing and accepting this, the witch turns away again and clutches at the couch cushion before her.
"O-Okay… go ahead…"
Gabrielle wastes no time in feeding Harry's cock into Romilda's ass. Luckily for the Gryffindor witch's sake, his length is VERY messy by this point, and though Gabrielle had cleaned off plenty of juices, she'd also coated it in even more saliva. So, while Romilda is tense and her virgin asshole is not ready for this, Harry's cock disappears up inside of her inch by inch nonetheless, while her magical heritage keeps her from tearing like a normal muggle woman might without further preparations.
That doesn't mean it feels GOOD right off the bat by any stretch of the imagination though. There's lots of whimpering, lots of whining, lots of discomforted moaning as Romilda claws at the couch cushion, her body trembling and her anal passage clenching and squeezing HARD around Harry's cock, clearly trying to push him out of her, but utterly failing as he just continues to burrow deeper and deeper.
"Ooh! Oh, oh, oh!"
Romilda is left panting, moaning… but Gabrielle and Lavender aren't the type to stand idle for long. Once they're sure that Harry is nice and deep inside of Romilda's ass, they let go of her butt cheeks and his cock respectively, falling to their knees on either side of the pair. Taking turns, Lavender and Gabrielle work over Romilda's pussy and Harry's balls as Harry himself takes hold of the younger witch's hips and begins to thrust in and out of her, pounding away with his thick, hefty cock.
Eventually, Harry switches up positions, deciding he's stood enough for the day. Sitting down on the couch where he'd had Lavender laid out but minutes before, he keeps Romilda facing away from him with her ass still impaled on his cock. He continues to bounce her up and down on his member, while Gabrielle and Lavender are regulated to between their legs, working side by side now to continue the act of sucking Harry's balls and eating out Romilda's cunt.
Watching this seems to amaze Romilda, her eyes fixated on the sight of two beautiful, powerful women degrading themselves in such a way for her pleasure, even if only partially. It's not long before the discomfort of her first anal experience leaves her. Harry can feel it, can practically track how it happens. Romilda goes from in pain, to feeling strange, to feeling pleasure. And as she crosses over into that side of things, her whimpers become mewls, her moans of discomfort become moans of ecstasy. Her head tilts back and rests on his shoulder as she cums again and again from his plundering of her anus. Her pussy juices coat Gabrielle and Lavender and her anal muscles clench and squeeze all the harder, rhythmically massaging Harry's cock as she pants heavily in between moans and squeals and shrieks of pleasure.
With a grunt and a growl, Harry cums again, the pressure in Romilda's asshole getting insane and managing to milk him of his load. He fills her bowels with his cum, a process that causes the young witch to shake and spasm across his shaft, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Once he's done, Harry pulls Romilda off of his cock and she stumbles forward off the couch, before slumping forward and falling to her face.
With her face down and her ass up in the air, the oozing cum coming out of her back door entices both Gabrielle and Lavender, who turn to watch as Romilda slumps forward. There's a beat… and then the two witches move almost in unison to try and claim the right to clean her out with their tongue. In the end though, Lavender is just a bit faster, and she's the one who ends up eating out Romilda's ass, while Gabrielle is left to pout at the side, crouching her arms under her substantial chest and harrumphing loudly.
Not for long though, as a chuckling Harry gets back up and grabs Gabrielle. He lifts her into the air quite easily, and pulls her legs back with his arms, putting her in a full nelson as he drops the part veela down on his cock, right then and there. Gabrielle squeals as she's filled with man meat, and her eyes roll around in her head, even as Romilda moans from her position on the floor, and Lavender keeps slurping.
Eventually, the poor Gryffindor stalker just can't handle it anymore. It's all too much for her, and in the end her next orgasm causes her to scream in a very final way, before ultimately passing out right on the floor of Harry's study. Lavender doesn't stop of course, not until she's completely done. Once she's finished eating the cum from Romilda's freshly fucked ass though, the blonde witch does finally straighten up and look to Harry with a grin, even as she takes note of Gabrielle's fucked silly expression.
"She definitely needs some training… but we've got time to whip her up to our standards, don't we Harry? For now… I'd say she's good enough."
Harry nods in acknowledgement of Lavender's endorsement, which truly is no small matter. Romilda's hiring might have been his decision and his alone at the end of the day, but of course he would take into account his wives' feelings on the matter as well. With two backing her, Ms. Vane's chances were looking better by the moment.
A grunt is the only warning Gabrielle gets before Harry tightens the full nelson he has her in and begins to fuck the folded-up part veela even harder, jackhammering into her from below until she's practically frothing at the mouth. She's soon unconscious as well, passed out on his cock as he pumps her full of one last load of his seed and then drops her down to lay out next to Romilda.
With that done, Lavender smirks up at him from her position on her knees. Then, she turns about and wiggles her ass at him.
"I expect you to do the same for me, Lord Potter-Black~"
Well, he's got no problem with that, now does he? Harry chuckles and kneels behind the waiting blonde witch, sinking his thick, meaty cock into her depths nice and slow, but without hesitation. Then, he begins to fuck her, and he doesn't stop until she's just as insensate and out of it as the other two. To Lavender's credit, she certainly lasts longer then both of them. Several more rounds in fact, during which neither Romilda or Gabrielle wake up again.
By the time Lavender passes out alongside the other two witches, its become apparent to Harry that they're all done for the day. And to be fair, it's no longer exactly 'day', not with the sun having long since set. He's ready for bed as well, but he's not going to sleep on a conjured bed that will disappear the moment he's no longer conscious.
So, with a flick of his magic, Harry floats the three lovely witches he's fucked into oblivion into the air. Then, he dispels the bed and cleans up the room, his fingers flicking this way and that as he does so, until finally he feels good about taking Lavender, Gabrielle, and Romilda to bed, the actual bed this time, all the way in the Master Bedroom.
As Harry lays down and levitates the three witches onto the large bed with him, all three instinctively curl closer to him, eager to be near his magic, like it's a source of body heat. Lavender ends up on his chest, while Romilda and Gabrielle each take a side. Surrounded by soft beautiful women and gorgeous breasts with fine asses and gushing cunts, Harry simply smiles and lets himself drift off to sleep.
Today might not have been as productive as he hoped, with the vast majority of the candidates turning out to be the duds he was afraid of… but in the end, it had resulted in a satisfying conclusion all the same.
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It's a truly beautiful ceremony. Almost mundane in its simplicity though. Harry can't help but wonder what ceremonies like this looked like in times past, before the modern day had come upon them. They were probably a lot more ritualistic, and a lot more private. Or maybe they didn't happen at all. It was the advent of society and civilization itself that brought about events like this.
Of course, the powerful young wizard doesn't actually SAY any of that, as he sits with his wives and their children, watching as Tracey is officially recognized as a Potions Mistress by the Ministry of Magic. The Lady Potter is the center of attention by far, even when she's not up on stage, and Harry can tell from where he's seated that it's making her immensely uncomfortable, having so many eyes on her for so long.
Of course, the lion's share of most of the room's focus is actually on him, at least for some of the time. Harry is quite happy to be able to take some of the weight off of Tracey's shoulders, especially on a big day like this. Watching her receive her accreditation from the Ministry while the Potions Mistress who taught her watched on from the side was quite the entertaining event.
As soon as the graduation ceremony itself is over however, Harry takes his and Tracey's son from Daphne and makes his way through the crowd to the new Potions Mistress, even as his wives trail after him, sometimes in groups, sometimes alone. Gabrielle and Romilda take up the very back of course, making sure nothing happens and no one tries anything like the good little assistants that they are.
"Lady Potter."
His amused tone comes with a smile, as Tracey turns about to face him, a smile of her own on her face.
"Lord Potter-Black."
Harry chuckles, and Tracey giggles. Then, the Potions Mistress turns to their child in his arms, leaning in to make baby face and play with the young one's small hands, letting him grasp at her fingers. He would be Lord Potter one day, just as his half-brother, Daphne's son, would be Lord Black. They would grow up together as friends and comrades, closer than close… Harry would make sure of it.
"Tracey, seriously. Congratulations. All of your hard work has paid off in spades, and you've achieved your dream. I'm really proud of you."
Of course, by that point, the rest of the family has caught up, and is happy to throw out congratulations of their own. Tracey acknowledges a few, specifically Daphne's, but her eyes are only for Harry as she takes her son from his arms and smiles happily, tears watering up, but very clearly tears of joy.
"I… I couldn't have done it without all of your help. Thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for believing in me."
Then, she grabs Harry by the front of his jacket and pulls him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their son watches with those wide innocent eyes, cooing and giggling at being sandwiched all cozy and warm between Mommy and Daddy. Meanwhile, there are a few catcalls and 'awws' from the peanut gallery, but Tracey doesn't much mind that. When she pulls back, she looks at Harry and Daphne besides him and smiles a little wider.
"Thank you, both of you, for being there for me. You… you've been my family when I've never really had one."
Harry's face turns a little solemn, and he nods in understanding. Tracey wasn't technically an orphan, but as a half-blood, she'd never known her muggle mother. Thus, there were rumors that her wizard father had raped a woman and then stolen her away, even if that wasn't necessarily true. Harry honestly didn't know what WAS true there, but ultimately, the rumors had destroyed any chance of Tracey having a happy relationship with her father, because he inevitably blamed her for 'ruining his life'.
Daphne had undoubtedly been a lifeline when she was just a young girl starting at Hogwarts, and without the Greengrass Heiress, Harry didn't know where Tracey would be today. He couldn't help but be grateful to Daphne for that as well, because he'd long since fallen in love with the first among his wives, even if they were Slytherins, hell, regardless of what House they came from. Such things seemed so trivial and pointless, the further removed from Hogwarts time became.
Reaching out, Harry takes Tracey by the free hand and gives it a squeeze, one that she returns with another happy smile. Then, together, they begin making their way around the room. While it would certainly be nice to be able to get away early, they did have appearances to maintain, as unfortunate as that was. The next hour is spent talking with the few others being recognized for their achievements in things like Potions, Transfiguration, and Charms. They also stopped to talk to the Potions Mistress that Tracey had apprenticed under in the first place.
Eventually though, they were able to slip away, begging off because of the children more than anything else. With the young ones starting to fall asleep, they had the perfect excuse to make their way home. Of course, Harry would probably have preferred that they just go home and spend some time celebrating Tracey's accomplishment amongst themselves. But his wives had other plans, and by the time they were leaving, all of the honorees and their families were coming with them.
After getting back home and putting the children to sleep, the adults left over got into the swing of things, and a sizable party broke out all across the manor. Hannah took charge of the kitchen and began to cook a big, celebratory dinner for everyone with the help of the House Elves, while everyone else entertained themselves with talk of the ever-changing world and the events in their lives.
When Tracey grabbed him by the hand and drew him away from one such conversation, Harry was more than happy to go with her of course. More than happy.
-x-X-x-
"Hey, have you seen Tracey or Harry anywhere around here?"
Daphne blinks at the question, before looking about for a moment with a frown. Eventually, she has to shake her head as she looks back to Susan.
"No, they're not here, as far as I can tell."
Susan frowns, and Daphne can tell that the red head is ready to go looking for them. But now that she knows they're missing, Daphne has a pretty good idea of why they're missing and where they might be. Before Susan can decide anything, the Lady Black reaches out and places a hand on the other witch's arm, smiling slightly.
"I'll go find them, alright? Let the others know, and you all can entertain our guests until Hannah's done cooking, or we get back. Whichever comes first."
Nodding along, Susan moves off and Daphne heads in the other direction, away from the moderately large party. She hums quietly as she begins to search through all the normal places. She and Tracey have been with Harry the longest, as it were… so really, it was only a matter of time before she located them. After searching through a few rooms, Daphne finally finds the pair in a hallway of all places, one that's out of the way and not likely to have any foot traffic, but still very public.
That said, she's not at all surprised to find Tracey on her knees, giving Harry a blowjob as the powerful wizard laces his fingers through her hair. Smirking lightly, Daphne walks up to the two of them, and while Harry notices her, Tracey doesn't, at least not until she speaks up from right behind the kneeling witch.
"If I had a galleon for every time, I've walked in on a scene just like this one, I'd be even richer than I already am."
Harry chuckles, while Tracey continues to bob up and down on his cock, one hand stroking the base of his prodigious member and the other cupping the balls. She does move the hand on his cock away to flip Daphne off for a moment though, but it's a good-natured middle finger, and they all know it. Daphne giggles, and doesn't let up, smirking easily, even as she teases her best friend.
"Honestly Tracey, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were addicted to our beloved Lord Husband's seed at this point. Oh wait, I don't know better, because you are!"
That doesn't stop Tracey at all, if anything she grows even more enthusiastic in sucking Harry's dick. Harry, meanwhile, has something to say about Daphne's teasing, reminding her that he's there and that his wit has always been sharp enough to have put him in Slytherin.
"You probably shouldn't talk, Daph. Is there really that much of a difference between being addicted to swallowing and being addicted to facials? And if there is… isn't a cum-drinking fetish a little less humiliating then a facial fetish?"
Daphne scoffs at that, but inwardly she has to admit that Harry had scored a point there. She has no real comeback. Amusingly enough, it's Tracey who ends up playing 'mediator', or at least the well-reasoned one, because she finally pulls off of Harry's cock at the wizard's words, looking back at Daphne with a bit of a messy smile.
"I can't help it, Daph. He tastes so good… and I can't stop drinking it down, any more than you can stop begging him to cum all over your pretty face."
Jeez, it feels a little like they're ganging up on her now. She can't deny it though. As Tracey goes back to blowing Harry with gusto, she IS reminded of why she was sent to find them in the first place though.
"Well… we do have guests you two, and some of them are waiting to talk to you. So…"
At Daphne's unfinished statement, Tracey responds by speeding up. It's not long before the Lady Potter is thoroughly deep-throating Harry's member, and it's a testament to just how good she is at sucking dick that she bobs up and down without a single hint of gagging or choking, swallowing his member again and again all the way down her esophagus without fail.
Seeing that Tracey has gotten the message and is trying to speed things along, Daphne decides to stay and watch, enjoying the show a bit more than she'd ever admit. Not that she'd touch herself or anything to the sight… well, maybe if they were in a private bedroom and not hosting guests, but now wasn't the time for such things. Biting her lower lip, Daphne tries to find something to talk about so she can take some of her focus off the sight in front of her. Oh! There is one thing!
"By the way, Tracey. The others and I were talking about it just the other day, and we've decided to back off and give you Harry for the next two days. Just you and him, no one else. You know, as a reward for all your hard work."
Harry chuckles good-naturedly at that.
"What am I? A toy to be passed around and- oh fuck, yessss~"
In that moment, Harry groans and begins to cum down Tracey's throat as the newly-minted Potions Mistress swallows every last drop, completely taking him down her gullet and drinking his seed. She also shakes and spasms and Daphne, who's known Tracey for a long time now, can tell that the other witch is orgasming as she drinks the delicious spunk that she's oh-so-addicted to.
Giggling at the two of them, Daphne gives Harry a smirk and a wink.
"Somehow, I don't think you're going to mind having a smoking hot witch and the mother of one of your children attached to your cock for the next two days, Harry."
Letting out a faux put-upon sigh as Tracey begins to clean him up for a moment, Harry rolls his eyes but smiles all the same.
"I suppose I likely won't."
And that's the end of that, for the time being. As Tracey pulls away with a small amount of cum dripping down her cheek from the corner of her mouth, Daphne just smiles and shakes her head while her best friend shakily stands up and moans throatily.
"Merlin, it was as good as ever."
Unable to help herself, and perhaps as payback for Tracey and Harry teaming up on her verbally just a bit ago, the Slytherin witch saunters right up to her friend and before Tracey can react, uses her thumb to swipe the come from the side of her mouth and swallows it down herself, sucking at her digit quite lewdly as Tracey gasps in slight outrage. Before she can say anything though, Daphne nods to both of them.
"Make yourselves presentable. If I don't see you back at the party in the next five minutes, I won't be as nice when I have to come find you again!~"
And then she whirls about and leaves, while the wizard and witch begin to do exactly that. They do indeed make it back to the party within the five minutes, Daphne makes sure of that. Hannah's feast of a dinner turns out to be a veritable explosion of flavors though, and Daphne finds herself getting distracted soon after. As the party continues on, Tracey and Harry disappear two more times throughout the night.
Daphne has done her duty, and other wives end up having to go and find them, which always results in them stumbling across Tracey indulging by giving Harry a blowjob. Eventually, the pair are corralled back to the actual party itself time and time again, and as far as they can tell, no one who is not part of the family knows exactly why Tracey and Harry keep disappearing.
That said, in the end its Harry who has to promise Tracey that he'll spend the next day doing whatever she wants, just to get the over-eager witch to actually say goodbye to their guests, rather than dragging him off again for yet another quick blowjob. Tracey immediately agrees of course, and even spends the rest of the party being an oh-so-gracious hostess with all the guests they have, until finally they leave.
The activities of the night after that are to be expected, and as Harry falls asleep with Tracey curled into his side, he can't help but smile. No matter what tomorrow brings… he's sure it'll be good fun, all around.
-x-X-x-
He's not at all disappointed either. The very next morning, Harry wakes up to a very familiar set of lips around the base of his cock as a tongue writhes along the underside of his pulsating member and a swallowing throat rhythmically massages his cockhead. Groaning, the wizard opens his eyes to see a noticeable lump underneath the covers as Tracey, because who else could it be, bobs up and down his shaft energetically.
He reaches out and places a hand atop her hidden head as he groans, but that seems to be exactly what she was waiting for, because the next thing Harry knows, the covers and the sheets have been thrown back and Tracey is coming off of his cock with a pop and a smile on her face.
"Good morning, handsome."
As she moves up his body to climb aboard his saliva-covered member and mount him, Harry chuckles and reaches out to grab hold of Tracey's hips, helping her slot herself in place and watching her face contort in pleasure as her moans fill the air from the pleasure of impaling herself on his member.
"Hello to you too, gorgeous."
Tracey's eyes are smoldering as she bounces up and down on his cock, riding him for all she's worth and making no secret of how much she's enjoying his cock. Moaning loudly, crying out joyfully… it's no wonder that there's soon a groan from their side as the bed's other occupant from the night before begins to wake up, and a French-accented voice floats up from beneath a pillow.
"MUST you be so loud?!"
Fleur Delacour pops her head up from under the pillow after a moment, and even with bed hair and absolutely no makeup, no nothing… she looks absolutely gorgeous. The joys of being a veela, Harry supposed. He chuckles at her frustrated, irritated, and altogether sleepy look, while Tracey just sticks her tongue out at the other woman, amusingly enough.
That gets Fleur's attention, and when she grabs the Potions Mistress by her hair and begins to drag her down, Harry has to move with them to keep himself properly lodged in Tracey's cunt, even as the witch in question yelps and squeals a little at the sudden shift in positions. Tracey ends up on her back, and Harry between her legs, still fucking her, even as Fleur crawls aboard and plants her own pussy lips right atop Tracey's face.
"If you've got the time to wake me up with that catcalling of yours, you have the time to put that tongue to better use~"
It seems that Tracey agrees with her, because it's not long before Fleur is moaning and undulating and gyrating across the other witch's face as Harry continues to fuck Tracey for all she's worth. The veela thoroughly enjoys the tonguing out she gets, and after Harry cums the first time and switches over to Fleur, she's happy to return the favor on her hands and knees between Tracey's legs this time, slurping his cum out of the witch's cunt as he fucks her from behind.
The rest of the morning continues in the same vein as the three of them fuck in every manner of combination, and in every hole. Tracey gets at least one load deposited down her throat, and then when the threesome eventually moves to the large master bath for a shower, she sneaks another one while they're all getting cleaned up and Fleur is washing Harry's back with her gorgeous tits.
After that of course is breakfast time… and that proves to be a new sort of fun all on its own.
-x-X-x-
As Harry sits down at the head of the massive dining table for breakfast with the rest of his wives, the family truly large by this point, Tracey's place is, as always, set right at his side. The food is even already on their plates, likely kept warm by heating charms given they're a little late to the meal thanks to Fleur's shenanigans.
Regardless, Tracey takes one look at her normal seat and her plate of food and then glances at the rest of the table… and smiles. She pulls her chair out from the table, but rather than sitting in it, she keeps pulling it. Then, she looks around at the rest of the room, all of whom are now staring at her with expressions ranging from slight confusion to knowing expectation.
Her nose up and her head held high, Tracey just grins.
"All of my meals for today… will come directly from my beloved husband."
And with that, she drops down to her knees and crawls under the massive oak table via the space she's made by pulling her chair out so far. Kneeling in front of the man in question, Tracey is pleased to find Harry's legs already spread apart. She licks her lips as she nestles up between them and leans forward to nuzzle at his crotch. At the same time, she unbuttons the blouse she just got done putting on, taking her top off but leaving her short skirt on.
Once that's done, her beautiful breasts bouncing freely in seclusion beneath the table, Tracey reaches out and quickly undoes Harry's pants, pulling his cock free of both them and his boxers in no time at all. Her mouth descends on his growing member, and the eager witch begins to give him the most enthusiastic, loudest, and sloppiest blowjob she possibly can.
It's a thing of glory, as is the satisfaction she's getting because of the secondary degradation fetish she has. She can hear them all above her, continuing to eat and talk about their day. They're not talking about her, not even Harry is. It's like… it's like she doesn't exist right now, so long as she's under the table anyways. The only real acknowledgement she gets is whenever she manages to get a groan or grunt from Harry by doing something particularly tasty to his cock.
So of course, Tracey ratchets those right up, working hard to provoke reactions from Harry while trying desperately to suck him dry. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Tracey, Harry was holding back his release, and having to constantly up his control to do so again and again while the other wives continued their breakfast conversations as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. The only one paying Tracey any outward mind beyond Harry was one Romilda Vane, who as an assistant, was not sitting at the table. Instead, she was standing off to the side, ready to assist if need be… in an exact position that gave her a view of Tracey from under the part of the table where she'd pulled her chair out.
The expression on Romilda's face could only be called jealousy, and Harry did make a note of it, knowing he might have to smack the girl down and remind her of her place if she got too out of control. But Tracey didn't know any of those, all she knew was that she wanted Harry to cum, and he just wasn't fucking cumming!
Eventually, she pulls back, popping off his cock and rubbing her face on his shaft instead. She leans in and begins to lick at his balls, feeling them pulsating with heat as she takes them into her mouth and sucks on them. Then, she returns to sucking his cock, beginning a process that goes around and around like a merry-go-round.
After a full half-hour of this, the entirety of breakfast, Harry can't hold back anymore. He warns Tracey by reaching out and gripping her hair tightly, squeezing to let her know he's close. In response, Tracey takes every last inch of him down her throat as Harry begins to cum, and she starts swallowing, drinking down every last drop of his seed.
She swallows most of it but pulls back to make sure she gets a mouthful with the last shot of his spunk. Only then does the beautiful topless witch crawl out from under the table and pull her chair back to the table, sitting down in it and crossing her legs while placing her hands primly in her lap as she waits, uncaring of the fact that her face and chest are covered in sweat and precum.
The breakfast ends with Tracey still swishing about her mouthful of cum, and as the other wives stop by to give Harry quick kisses, saying their goodbyes for the day, she remains where she is. Gabrielle pulls Romilda away as well, and the two assistants make their way to Harry's study to begin handling the paperwork that Harry will eventually have to look over.
Only once everyone is gone and it's just Tracey and Harry left in the dining room does the topless witch stand up, open her mouth, and show Harry the last sizable shot of his load. She makes a show of letting it roll around on her tongue for a moment, coating it in his taste… and then she swallows it in an exaggerated fashion before showing him her tongue and open mouth again, now clean. Licking her lips expressively, the horny witch bats her eyelashes at her husband.
"Thank you for the meal, Lord Husband. I look forward to the many more you'll be giving me today."
Harry chuckles, before lifting an eyebrow inquisitively.
"So? The day is yours, Tracey. What shall we do now?"
For a moment, the beautiful young witch ponders this question. Then, she has an idea. Still topless and messy, Tracey takes Harry's hand and pulls him up out of his chair. Then, with him willingly following along, she guides him to the new greenhouses that had been built for her. Harry had shown them to her the previous day, and Tracey had been beside herself with emotion at the time. Which was really just the nice way of saying she'd cried buckets at the thoughtful gift.
Harry had told her that they were all hers, to be used for any ingredients she wanted to keep close at hand for her potions. Now, with the whole day free for the two of them, Tracey has Harry show her around the two empty greenhouses. He does so happily, seeming genuinely pleased that he's able to do her for this, that he's able to help her follow her dreams in this way.
"We're starting up with some basic plants of course, but some of the more exotic ones will likely take a little longer. Anything you want, you feel free to order, alright? There's no limit on price for this kind of thing."
Tracey just smiles and pulls Harry around to look him in the eye and hold his hands in her own.
"Thank you, Harry. Thank you for everything you're doing for me, everything you've already done for me. Thank you."
Harry just shrugs his shoulders, smiling right back.
"You're my wife, Tracey. I'd do anything for you."
There's not much else a man could say to a woman to really get her engine revving, though Tracey isn't sure Harry even realizes that. Either way, she can tell he meant what he said, that it came from the heart… and that made it all the more arousing. Looking around at the empty greenhouse for a moment, Tracey eventually settles for drawing her wand and conjuring up a chair. Then, she walks over to it and uses the back of the chair to hold herself as she bends over right before Harry's eyes, flipping up her short skirt to reveal that besides it and her sandals, there's absolutely nothing else covering up a single inch of her body.
Harry stares at her lack of underwear and Tracey feels herself getting slicker and slicker under his gaze, even as she plays with her clit a little bit. Licking her lips, the naughty half-naked witch looks back over her shoulder at Harry, her own gaze undoubtedly smoky as she stares him dead in the eye.
"We'll need to break in the greenhouse of course, Harry. And what better seed to plant first, than my beloved Lord Husband's?"
Harry just chuckles and shakes his head, smiling rather fondly as he walks over to her, his cock still out from the morning enjoyment, and now growing thick and hard by the moment at the sight of Tracey presenting herself to him. He places his tip against her entrance, and grabs hold of Tracey's hips as she clings to the back of the conjured chair in anticipation.
Then, he's inside of her. Filling her cunt with his cockmeat, plunging his massive length deep inside of the quim that he's fucked so many times before, the pussy that's already birthed him one child. Tracey almost immediately cums from that first thrust, and she DOES cum on the second. Squealing, her legs trembling and shaking, the witch moans out her orgasm, even as Harry doesn't even slow down, beginning to pick up the pace just like that.
Unlike Harry, Tracey can't hold back the pleasure nearly as well as her Lord Husband. In the half the time that it took her to get him to cum at breakfast, a measly fifteen minutes, Harry draws at least ten orgasms from Tracey, possibly more. She can barely stand by the last one and realizing that he's basically the only thing besides the chair holding her up still, Harry pulls Tracey away from the chair, and walks her around it. He continues to fuck her as he does of course, each step a nice, deep thrust right into her womb that has the Potions Mistress moaning loudly and lewdly all over again.
Eventually though, they get around to the other side of the chair. Harry sits down in the conjured piece of furniture, and takes Tracey with him as he does so, leaving her half-sitting, half-standing as she grabs hold of the chair's arms for support, continuing to bounce herself up and down on his length, moaning and mewling pitifully all the while.
It's another fifteen or twenty minutes of mind-blowing orgasms on Tracey's part before Harry finally gives up another load. With his cock buried nice and deep in her womb, pushing past her cervix with every thrust, he fills Tracey directly, and they both know she just might get pregnant again from it, as his seed spills forth into her womb, his balls draining and his cum painting her insides white.
They stay like that for a time afterwards, with Harry sitting in the chair and Tracey sitting on him. She lays back against his chest, wiggling a bit atop his cock to get comfortable, before letting out a low sigh and just relaxing into him. Harry nuzzles her neck, basking in her presence and relaxing as well for the time being.
Eventually though, Tracey recovers enough that she can stand up and walk again. However, upon climbing off his cock, before he can stand up as well, Tracey is back on her knees in front of him and taking his half-hard length back into her mouth as she proceeds to give him head once more, bobbing up and down with a gusto that only the dedicated cock-sucker could possibly manage.
She continued this for several minutes, and this time, rather than hold back and really make her work for it, Harry lets his next release go without much fuss, ultimately filling her mouth with seed as she moans happily, her cheeks puffing outwards like that of a chipmunk in order to handle his load. Swallowing as much as she can, some still manages to escape Tracey's mouth and smears across her breasts. Not that the beautiful witch cares, standing up and looking down at him with a wide smile across her messy face.
The rest of her isn't much better at this point, jizz leaking down the inside of her inner thighs, and cum and precum across her breasts and now dripping onto her tummy. Grabbing Harry by the hand, the witch leads him out of the greenhouse and into the gardens, where they spend the next few hours having quite a lot of fun with one another.
In between Tracey stopping him time and time again to get another snack from his cock and bending over every piece of decoration that they find so he can fuck her silly and cum in her again, they spend quite a lot of time in the garden, well past midday, but not past sunset quite yet. As the sun is beginning its descent, that's when they finally make their way to the mansion, Tracey continuing to lead Harry along, the powerful young wizard somewhat amused by her insatiable appetite, his cock well and truly hard by this point, ready to fuck and be sucked at any given time.
They end up at the pool together, and Tracey finally takes off her cum-soaked skirt, throwing it to the side as she moves to lay down on one of the lounge chairs. Harry, having lost his pants somewhere out in the garden, joins her. Once he's comfortable, he calls for a House Elf to bring him food and drink, given its well past lunchtime by this point, and when Tracey perks up, he makes the silly mistake of asking her if she wants anything as well.
But no, it turns out that his reminder of 'lunch' has just made the girl think about swallowing his seed again, the addicted little witch. Letting out a huff, Tracey rolls her eyes at Harry and then positions herself so that she's laid out between his legs. As she licks his cock up and down and Harry watches with a raised brow, she looks up at him solemnly.
"I was serious Harry. You're providing ALL of my sustenance for the day."
It's Harry's turn to roll his eyes at his wife, but he's also smiling, even as she goes back to blowing him. The food and drink he requested arrive a few moments later, and Harry begins to eat even as Tracey works for her own meal, bobbing her head up and down his cock, stroking and playing with his balls. He holds back again this time, but only long enough to finish his meal, knowing that once she had another of his delicious loads in her gullet, she'd want to monopolize his time again in other ways.
He turns out to be right too. Once he's finished eating, Harry cums down Tracey's throat once more and she immediately pulls back after drinking his seed to look at him with ravenous lust in her eyes.
"Pin me down and TAKE me, Harry. Fuck me like a bitch."
Her words, accompanied by her husky tone, are all Harry needs to get up and do what he's told. Flipping Tracey over, he takes her prone, pinning her to the lounge chair and pounding her from above as she cranes her neck back and moans expressively and wantonly. Fucking her through orgasm after orgasm as he'd done before soon sends Tracey into a state of utter orgasmic bliss, and her eyes flutter back in her head as she nearly passes out for a time.
The difference in their stamina finally comes into play. Harry seems to have an unlimited energy, while Tracey… well, like all normal wizards and witches, Tracey has her limits. She manages to last long enough for Harry to cum inside of her another couple times, which is of course interspersed with dozens of orgasms from her in between each load, but at the end of the day, Harry stops when she's clearly getting too tired, and then he pulls her up for some cuddling as they take an impromptu nap by the poolside.
Tracey doesn't have to even say anything. He just seems to instinctively understand her needs, even if perhaps they're at odds with her desires. Still, just a quick nap, and then she'll get some more loving before the end of the day from her husband. Just a bit of rest…
-x-X-x-
By the time Tracey wakes up, the sun is just beginning to set over the horizon. Harry is lounging lazily and gives her a smile and a nod as she looks at him. Smiling back, Tracey pulls away, going for a swim in the pool, both to refresh and fully wake herself up, as well as finally clean herself of all the sweat and dried cum clinging to her person. She does a few laps, feeling almost reinvigorated by the water… though really, there's no 'almost' about it.
The pool is enchanted of course, and the reinvigoration is quite real. By the time Tracey notices that it's finally getting dark because all of the pool side lightning comes on to light up the rapidly dimming area, she's feeling positively energized. Pulling herself out of the pool, Tracey lays out across the width of the lounge chair next to Harry's, and dangles her head over the side, looking at him upside down as she opens her mouth wide.
"Time for dinner, Harry~"
Chuckling, Harry gets up off the chair and positions himself over her, sliding his cock right past her open lips and down her throat. Tracey takes it with ease for a few moments, and Harry groans, throwing his head back as he enjoys sliding in and out of her perfectly parallel mouth-hole. But then she pushes against him, and he pops out of her mouth with a confused look on his face, even as Tracey looks up at him and licks her lips.
"Harder Harry. Give it to me harder… don't make me ask again. I want you to RUIN me."
Well, it wasn't his initial instinct, but he also wasn't going to say no, now was he? Tracey was in charge for the day, that was what they'd decided. Positioning his cockhead back at Tracey's lips, he looks to the side so he can make eye contact with the witch and gives her a nod. Tracey returns the nod minutely, and then Harry is gripping her hair with one hand and one of her breasts with his other as he pushes in even further, and a whole lot faster.
Tracey deep-throating his cock was one thing. Skull-fucking the over-eager fellatio fetishist was whole 'nother. She could suppress her gag reflex under most normal circumstances quite easily, but when Harry was going out of his way to rail her throat like this, well, that was something else entirely.
"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"
He completely inserts himself in her gullet with every thrust, his sweaty, saliva-coated balls smacking into her nose and her face again and again. Every once in a while, Harry does pull back all the way to give her some air, but Tracey is always quick to pull him back in again. At some point, her arms come up and her hands grip at his ass as she does her best to keep him in her throat past all reasonable estimates, but Harry always makes sure she has enough time to at least BREATHE, even as he makes a ruin of her face and her esophagus, fucking away at her mouth hole with a wild abandon, exactly what she wants from him.
In the end, it's not long before Harry starts to cum one last final time. Gripping harder at his ass than ever before, Tracey holds her husband deep inside of her throat, while at the same time orgasming explosively as she drinks down his seed. She swallows and swallows some more, and all Harry can do is watch, until finally her grip loosens enough that he can pull back again, giving her some room to gasp and rasp and hack as her glazed-over eyes focus up at him.
"A-Again… do it again…"
She's slurring as she speaks, but he can see how bad she wants it. Harry settles in to give his beloved exactly what she desires, and what follows are several rough throat-fuckings that leave Tracey before conscious after several different loads of cum fill her belly to the brim. It's only then that Harry sees how late it's gotten and carries her back into the mansion, putting her to bed.
Tracey has a soft smile on her face as she snuggles up close to him, and stroking his hand through her hair, Harry can't help but smile as well, even as he holds her close and slowly falls asleep alongside her. It'd been a good day all around, there was no doubt about that.
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