Harry hums to himself as he flicks his wand this way and that, setting up the magical tent that he and his family would be using for the night. It was the day of the finals for the Quidditch World Cup, and Harry along with several other VIPs had been invited to watch the game with the Italian Minister and his family. The Italians had decided to have the World Cup in a large open field in Southern Italy, however, which didn't exactly leave much in the way of normal accommodations.
Of course, they could have just apparated back to their hotel after the game was over, but that was just boring. It was much more fun to get absolutely smashed and then spend the night roughing it in the wilderness to celebrate the completion of another successful World Cup, regardless of who in fact won. There were plenty of temporary shops and events set up around the erected Quidditch Stadium, but that was over in the commercial area. This was officially the area designated 'residential', as it were.
Personally, Harry would have preferred to truly rough it in the wilderness. He would have loved having a simple muggle tent or three, but he knew that the women he'd married would protest that most strenuously. So instead, they had a single magical tent that was more than enough for all of them, the insides magically expanded into a luxurious atmosphere that could easily be mistaken for five-star accommodations at Italy's finest hotel. Harry always paid for the best for his wives.
As he finishes setting up, the young wizard looks to his timepiece and sees that there's still several hours left before the game. Frowning, Harry considers what he wants to do for a moment, before deciding that a bit of sight seeing might be in order. It'd be fun to see if there was anything worth finding out there in terms of entertainment. Of course, he's not just going to go alone without ASKING first.
Everyone else had already entered the tent a little while ago, after he'd done most of the initial work and was just doing the last finishing touches on it. So, now that he's done with that, Harry pokes his head inside and clears his throat.
"I'm going to take a walk around the area to see if there's anything worth seeing. Anyone want to come?"
What he gets is a chorus of denials from all but one of the women he's brought along with him. Everyone else has their excuses, usually wanting to rest a bit before heading over to the big game. But not Padma Patil. The bookish Indian witch smiles brightly at his invitation and joins him at the entrance of the tent.
"It would be my honor to accompany you, my lord."
Harry just chuckles. Despite marrying the second Patil sister just as he had the first, Padma still insists on calling him by his honorific and the like. She seems to actually get off on it, so he doesn't let it bother him too much. If that's what she needs, he'll let her have it. Regardless, he offers the Indian witch his arm, and once she takes it, he walks her away from their tent, out of the residential area and into the commercial area of the World Cup Grounds.
For a while, that's all the two of them do together, walking around and enjoying all of the celebrations and events already going on. Due to his constant movement, and a Notice-Me-Not spell centered on his face, he and Padma are able to walk around without attracting any attention. They're just another couple, enjoying the fair. Nothing to see here…
It's an interesting sight, to be sure. Harry can't help but be a little impressed. It seems the people of Italy truly know how to party, or at least, Quidditch fans diehard enough to come all the way to the World Cup certainly do. People of all different nationalities are already celebrating and partying it up, even though it's still the morning, even though the World Cup finals don't begin for a few more hours.
Eventually though, Harry guides Padma over to the shops, the hastily constructed stalls, just to see what they might have for sale. He doesn't buy anything for himself or even for Padma, but what he does end up doing is buying plenty of souvenirs focused around the British Team, giving them away to any kids they saw who didn't look like they had the pocket change for such purchases.
Padma just smiles as she watches Harry interact with the children, and when they have a moment alone together, she turns to him and speaks.
"You're so good with kids, my lord. I can only hope that you see fit to give me a child, someday soon. I know you to be a great father already, and I long to please you in that way."
Harry blinks at that, visibly taken aback by Padma's demure declaration of desire to be impregnated. Before he can collect himself and respond however, they're interrupted.
"Oh Merlin, you're Harry Potter! Can I get your autograph?!"
And like that, they're swarmed, not by cute, adorable children, but by manic, irritating adults. Wizards and witches of all ages, upon seeing Harry now that the Notice-Me-Not Spell has been broken by his actions with the kids, crowd around, begging to be noticed, wanting to be near him, demanding his time. Padma is a little buffeted by the crowd, and noticing this, Harry goes about getting them out of there.
It takes careful application of his magic, and many excuses, but eventually Harry and Padma manage to break free of the crowd that had formed around them. However, that doesn't mean they're in the clear quite yet. No, even then, some of the crowd tries to follow after them, unsatisfied with the little time that Harry has spent on appeasing them.
In the end, he drags Padma around the corner, and into a nearby single-person restroom once he's sure all eyes are off of them. The door is locked behind them, and the two of them stand there for a moment, listening as people who had been following them wander past, trying to figure out where they might have gone.
Both Harry and Padma pause for a moment, holding their breath… but nobody comes knocking on the door. Nobody seems to know they're in there. Still, that doesn't mean they'll be able to leave any time soon. Glancing around, Harry decides to clean the place up with a few spells, seeing as he doesn't know how long they're going to have to stay.
Within moments, the place is absolutely spotless. Thanks to magic, there's not a single surface in the bathroom that you can't eat off of, not that Harry would ever do so. Still, he feels pretty good about sitting down on the toilet, given it's the only seat in the place. Then, he pats his lap and offers it to Padma, who happily sits down facing away from him, leaning back into his chest.
As Harry wraps his arms around the Indian witch, he lets out a low sigh.
"I apologize, Padma. I ruined our outing by exposing myself just to give away a few gifts."
"N-No! Don't you dare apologize, and don't you dare feel bad for being a good man, Harry. I love how you treat children, I love watching you interact with kids. I… I want you to knock me up because I know our kids will be loved just as much b-by their father…"
Harry blinks at that, and blushes at the honest compliments. Even after all this time, it's start hard for him to accept such things. Either way, Padma is making it VERY hard to focus on their conversation, what with the way she's now grinding down into his lap, rubbing against his growing erection.
"My parents have been asking for grandchildren, my lord… and I think it's time to give them what they want~"
Harry frowns at that.
"We don't have to rush on account of your parents, Padma."
He still had some sore feelings towards the Patil sisters' father, despite the man now being his father-in-law twice over. Still, at least the wizard had been willing to apologize, at the end of the day.
"It's my decision, Harry."
The young wizard only has a moment to be surprised at Padma using his first name, before she turns her head and kisses him on the lips, making out with him as she continues to grind against his rising cock. Well, if that's how she wants to play it… Harry quickly flips up the Indian witch's shirt, and thoughtlessly vanishes her bra, before going forward with groping and squeezing her caramel breasts. Mewling, Padma wiggles around into his embrace, thoroughly enjoying how he's touching her, how he's kneading her, how he's rolling her nipples in between his fingers.
This continues on for a few minutes, before Harry finally has to let go of Padma and push her up.
"Get up for a second, Padma."
She stands, and Harry does as well, before turning his magic towards the task of conjuring them up a large couch on the far side of the small bathroom. Moving over to it, Harry magics his own clothing right off his body, before sitting down with his cock now free to stand up straight and at the ready, twitching and pulsing in the open air.
Padma blushes at the open invitation, and hurriedly does the same. Her clothes fly off her beautiful caramel-skinned body, moving over to where Harry has discarded his own and landing atop them in a nice little heap. Then, Padma turns around and bends over as she spreads her legs apart, flashing Harry both her pussy… and the tattoo that she's gotten on her inner thigh, the one that says 'Property of Harry Potter' in beautifully crafted calligraphy.
Harry lifts an eyebrow at the show, not all that surprised by the tattoo. After all, he's fucked her plenty of times since she got it. It was an interesting shock the first time around, but no less arousing. And it's still arousing, even now. Reaching down between her legs, Padma mewls as she plays with her pussy, right before his eyes. She shows off how wet she is, even as she looks back over her shoulder at Harry with those chocolate-brown eyes of hers, filled with lust and desire.
Eventually, Padma turns back around and kneels in front of Harry. Luckily, his couch conjuring comes with a thick shag rug beneath it as well, so Padma isn't kneeling on the cold, but more importantly HARD floor of the bathroom that they're currently occupying. It's all but impossible to truly forget where they are, because the sounds of the World Cup Grounds around them permeate the bathroom walls.
Harry could have silenced them, could have shut out the noises of the outside world… but he could tell Padma was enjoying doing this in a semi-public place. His bookish Indian witch absolutely LOVED being a little exhibitionist slut, at the end of the day. She also loved being a tease, it seemed, because as she kneels in front of him, instead of immediately giving Harry a blowjob, she begins by kissing at his legs.
Watching on in some confusion, Harry regards Padma as she licks and kisses up and down each of his legs, before finally getting to his cock. Once there, she licks it as well from top to bottom several times… but then, she goes PAST his cock, and kisses her way up his abdomen, along his chest. Harry grunts, his dick pressed between Padma's tits as she lays her lips on his chest.
"Padma…"
His impatience is clear in his voice, but Padma just gives him an impish little smile.
"Please, my lord… be patient with me?"
Letting out another grunt, Harry allows her this much, sitting and watching and waiting as she makes her way down his chest once more, just as slowly as before. Still, eventually she's licking at his cock again. This time though, she escalates by taking his dick in one hand and jacking him off, even as she stuffs one of his balls into her mouth, sucking on one-half of his nut sack.
She eventually switches to his other nut for a little while, and continues to do so for a few minutes, going back and forth between them until eventually, she moves back to his cock. THIS time, she takes him into her mouth, sucking on his dick tip at first, but eventually moving beyond just the cockhead and bobbing up and down on his member. She goes down further and further with every push, until eventually, she's outright deep-throating Harry.
Harry can't help but raise his eyebrows when she takes him all the way to the root and moves side to side without gagging. She's completely suppressing her gag reflex. He has to admit, he's impressed.
"Someone's been practicing…"
Padma's eyes dart up to meet his, but she continues bobbing up and down for several moments more before pulling off and licking her lips, taking a few breaths as she replaces her mouth with her hands for a moment.
"I've been using toys lately to try and get rid of my gag reflex. Thanks for noticing, my lord… if you want, you could play with my hair? I like it when you play with my hair."
Then she dives back down his cock. Taking the hint for what it is, Harry reaches out and grabs a fistful of the bookish Indian witch's locks, helping her up and down his length with the grip he now has on her hair. As she deep-throats him, Harry passes his left hand through her hair while guiding her down using his right.
After several minutes of Harry face fucking Padma in this way, he finally notices that she's actually getting close to blacking out. He's been holding back for a little while at this point, but there's no reason to keep doing that.
"Here it comes, Padma."
That's all the warning he gives before he finally begins to cum down her throat. To her credit, Padma swallows as much of it as she can, but some still spills out of her mouth, nonetheless, dripping down her chin and onto her caramel breasts, giving them a nice, creamy frosting. Harry admires this for a moment, but in the end, his cock is still hard and he's not going to stop now, not when she has more holes for him to enjoy.
Standing up, Harry grabs Padma under the arms and lays her down on the couch. He then takes hold of under her legs, spreading them apart and placing just the tip of his cock against her slit.
"Go ahead and insert me inside of you, Padma."
Blinking, still slightly dazed from the cum load she just took down her throat, the Indian witch nonetheless reacts with remarkable alacrity, reaching down and shoving him up inside of her as best as she can. Smiling, Harry doesn't help in any way, instead leaning in close as he stares into Padma's eyes.
"We should probably hurry… we don't have much time before we need to get back to get ready for the game…"
Even as he says this, however, Harry's actions are a direct contradiction of his words. He's incredibly slow as he pushes in and out of her, and even as Padma moans, he can see the understanding dawn in her eyes. She knows what he's doing, she knows he's teasing her just as she teased him earlier. Reaching out, Padma tries to grab at him, attempting to pull him deeper inside of her, as he's still holding onto her legs and keeping her steady.
Harry chuckles and pushes the Indian witch down into the couch some more, but doesn't speed up at all, continuing to go painstakingly slow as he thrusts in… and then pulls back… and then thrusts in again. Eventually, Padma breaks.
"P-Please, my lord! I apologize for teasing you earlier! Please go faster! Please cum inside of me!"
Harry smirks… and then gives her exactly what she's asking for. He slams into her on his next thrust, and Padma orgasms on the spot, her eyes going crossed and her mouth forming into a small o as she shudders and shakes beneath him. From that point on, Harry is fucking her nice and hard onto the couch, while Padma continues to orgasm again and again and again.
It's about thirty minutes before the wanton, continuous moaning stops and Harry looks up to see that Padma has outright passed out on his cock, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back in her head. Well now, that just wouldn't do. He wasn't going to cum inside if she was going to be naughty and check out of the encounter before he even had a chance to do so.
Harry sighs and begins to pull out, only for a pair of surprisingly strong feminine hands to grab hold of him once more.
"D-Don't stop… knock me up, my lord."
Even though she's absolutely shivering from the overwhelming sensitivity that made her momentarily pass out in the first place, it's obvious that Padma is in it for the long haul. Smiling down at her, Harry pounds the Indian witch through a few more orgasms, before finally cumming deep inside of her womb. He fills her to the absolute brim with his seed, and something tells Harry that she's definitely going to get pregnant from this.
By the time Harry actually finishes, Padma is barely conscious, and as he pulls out and stands up, he finds her sprawled form leaking his cum out from betwixt her thighs to be one of the hottest things he's ever seen. As Padma recovers, Harry gets dressed. But even once he's done, he finds her in the same exact position. Moving to help his bookish wife, he's stopped from cleaning her up entirely as she protectively cups her cunt.
"Can you… can you make sure nothing more of your seed leaks out of me, my lord? I want to be sure…"
Harry chuckles and nods, conjuring up a seal for the witch. After that, they get cleaned up the rest of the way, get their clothes back on, and fix the bathroom so it looks like it's supposed to again, though Harry doesn't reverse the thorough cleaning. With a more powerful Notice-Me-Not spell set on both of them, they leave the bathroom behind and walk right past several of the people who had been looking for them before with no one being any the wiser.
Obviously, they could have done that from the very beginning… but that would have been no fun…
-x-X-x-
A few hours later, Harry and his wives are settling into a private booth high up in the stands of the Quidditch World Cup Stadium. They'd just finished visiting with the Italian Minister and his family in his booth for the pre-opening celebrations. The excuse for not sticking around after things got started was obvious. After all, they'd booked THIS booth long before the Minister had invited them, and Harry wanted to watch the game just with his family.
The minister was further placated by Gabrielle promising to come around a bit later in the game so they could continue their talk about business. The devices that Harry had made would see them all rich, and so far, people around the world had been swamping his assistants with letters about recording their games for training and for commercial sale.
As Harry sits down and looks out from his private booth, he can't help but smile. Once again, Gabrielle had picked the booth with the best view of the game, while at the same time finding the one that had the least possible sight lines. No one was going to be able to just casually look in on them without magic, and the privacy wards on the booth made any sort of subtle magic impossible. If someone wanted to spy on them, they'd have to brute force it, and then Harry would know he was being watched.
On top of that, workers had stocked the booth up with food and drinks. However, unlike every other private booth, like say the Italian Minister's, Harry's assistants had refused any servers for the duration of the game. This was for an obvious reason… they were likely to spend at least some of the game fucking. Ever since Harry had bought his Quidditch Team, it'd become something of a tradition for Padma, being the exhibitionist of his wives that she is, to spend the entire game nude and usually fellating him in his booth.
This had begun to spread of course, when Harry started bringing others of his wives to the games, and they saw what Padma did. No one wanted to be left out, obviously, so while not all of his wives had an exhibitionist streak as wide or long as Padma's, they'd all ended up following along as well. The tradition had taken over, so that any witch who spent time in Harry's booth with him during a game would do so completely naked.
As Harry goes to get himself some food, the game having just started and still in its early stages, he can't help but notice that Padma is already completely stripped naked and is folding her clothes up on an empty table that had been put aside for exactly that reason, not that the workers who put it there knew such.
Harry just shakes his head with a smile, but even as he makes his way back to his seat, it's to notice that Parvati and Lavender have both joined Padma in her nudity, the two Gryffindor witches stripped completely naked as well. Harry chuckles at the two, before turning a lifted brow towards Gabrielle, who is currently dragging along a sad-looking Romilda. The reason for his assistant's depression is made clear a moment later when Gabrielle offers an apologetic smile.
"Unfortunately, we won't be able to stay and have fun. Maybe later, but for now, we have quite a lot of business to conduct in your name, my lord. We'll return as soon as we possibly can."
Smiling, Harry gives Gabrielle a kiss goodbye and then lets her and Romilda be on their way, not failing to notice the latter constantly looking back at him as she's dragged off. Regardless, Harry goes to finally sit down on a wide, cushioned bench, only for Lavender to halt him with an outstretched hand.
"Aren't you breaking the rules, Harry? All of us are naked now~"
Harry grins wickedly at that and shrugs his shoulders as he presents his food to her.
"Sorry, hands are full. Still, there's no reason you can't do it for me."
Delighted by the chance, the busty blonde takes out her wand and quickly vanishes Harry's pants and boxers. Only once his cock is nice and exposed does she let him sit down, before kneeling between his legs and bringing up her breasts, which Harry can see are glistening with some sort of oil or lotion, to wrap around his cock. Glancing over, Harry sees that the Patil twins are getting food while Lavender takes the chance to get some early fun from him.
The sounds of her titfuck are quickly drowned out by the crowd cheering for the first goal of the game though. Harry focuses on the two teams playing on the Quidditch Pitch below, even as Lavender works hard to pleasure him with her tits. Eventually, Padma and Parvati join them, Padma sitting to Harry's right and Parvati sitting to his left. As they eat, they try to be as seductive as possible, all while staring at Lavender with jealousy, clearly annoyed that she's preempted them both.
Meanwhile, Lavender is doing her best to distract Harry. And her best is pretty damn good, too. She's going faster now, and also licking and lapping at his cockhead. Harry groans his enjoyment, and Lavender gives a wicked, impish little grin as she pulls back for a moment to lick her lips.
"Seeing your face like that is why I LOVE giving you titjobs, Harry~"
Harry just snorts derisively and refocuses himself back on the game, as well as finishing eating. Lavender smirks at not getting a real answer, and continues to pick up the pace, drawing reactions from him where ever she can. Harry enjoys it. There's no denying that. But he's also not some weak-willed wizard, to be led around by his women. Lavender knows this though and has no true intentions of seeing him bow to her whims or anything like that. In the end, she's just having fun, her way.
As Harry finishes eating, Padma takes his plate from him and sets it aside. Meanwhile, Parvati leans down and grabs a fistful of Lavender's hair, kissing the blonde witch for a moment before going after her real prize… the head of Harry's cock. Lavender lets out a squawk of surprise upon realizing that Parvati has invaded her space and stolen part of her prize, but in the end, the two have to work together, because neither is really going anywhere any time soon.
After a few false starts, Parvati manages to get in sync with Lavender. The blonde witch is reduced to only giving a titjob to the bottom half of Harry's cock, while Parvati ends up bobbing up and down the top half. Padma lets out a sigh, having finished eating her food as well, but no longer really having anything to do, what with Lavender monopolizing Harry's cock as they are.
In the end, she goes in for a kiss, and Harry lets her makeout with him, even as he gropes Parvati's ass with one hand and plays with Padma's breast with the other. This continues on for quite some time, the three witches doing everything in their power to distract Harry, to take his attention off of the game and put it onto themselves. They want him to give them everything… but Harry is an exceptional multitasker.
Regardless, as the crowd cheers for one of the teams scoring, Harry finally begins to cum. It's impossible to hold back forever, to be honest, and even more impossible to hold back for long with three witches all worshiping you with all that they are. Harry groans as he starts to cum, and Lavender quickly takes her revenge on Parvati by pulling the Indian witch off of his cockhead after the first shot, making sure that the REST of Harry's cum load ends up all over her face and breasts.
Of course, due to the sheer size of his releases, the single shot that Parvati got in her mouth is more than enough for the Indian witch, and she happily leans back on her knees to play with the seed on her tongue, showing it to Harry like a good little witch and moaning happily. Meanwhile, Lavender is already wiping the cum off her face and eating it, licking her fingers clean with a moan.
Seeing her chance though, Padma doesn't let it pass her by. She eagerly hops up onto Harry's lap and grins wickedly as she impales herself on his messy, yet still erect member.
"My turn, girls~"
As she bounces up and down on Harry's cock, moaning happily and riding him for all she's worth, Lavender gets up off the floor, happy to leave her to it for the moment as she heads for the food instead. She's eaten all the cum off her face but has left the seed that landed on her tits, seeming intent on letting it dry as she walks away, sashaying her hips the entire time, not that Harry is paying her much mind. It's just instinct for the naked blonde at this point.
Parvati, meanwhile, pouts at her sister taking up Harry's cock, but in the end, she swallows the cum that's still in her mouth before getting off the couch-bench and kneeling in front of them. Taking up Lavender's old position, the Gryffindor Patil leans forward and begins to lick at both Harry's balls and her sister's pussy, alternating between them as the two fuck away in front of her.
She gets no end of fluids on her tongue, licking and lapping, and slurping and sucking to her heart's content. Parvati certainly adds something to the experience, but most of Harry's attention is focused on Padma at the moment. Her inner walls clench and cling and squeeze to his cock, and her tits bounce up and down right in front of his face. He goes ahead and leans forward to suckle and nibble at her caramel breasts, and in response, the Indian witch mewls and moans as she gets closer and closer to orgasm.
All the while, the game continues on behind her. Harry is paying it a fraction of the attention he was at the start, but then to be fair, the English Team is winning by a landslide at the moment. Nothing short of a seeker getting the snitch will bring it back for the other side, and even that opportunity is swiftly vanishing. Besides, Harry knew the English Seeker personally, he'd handpicked them, basically.
There was never any doubt that with the number of amazing, talented players that he'd frontloaded the English Team with, that they would win. Even still, it's an enjoyable experience all the same, not least of which because of how FUN his wives are currently being. As Padma finally comes to her climax, she leans forward a bit, while at the same time reaching back to grab Parvati's head. Holding her twin sister's face to her cock-stuffed cunt as she climaxes, Padma's entire body shakes and spasms.
She stops bouncing up and down on his cock, but Harry isn't finished with her quite yet. Grabbing her by the hips, he continues to thrust up into the bookish Indian witch even as she shrieks in ecstasy, extending the orgasm and causing her eyes to roll back in her skull entirely. Harry keeps this up until Padma loses all strength and almost falls off him entirely, and only then does Harry stop, pulling Padma off his cock and standing up as he lays her down on the bench.
That's when Lavender comes back into things, giggling at the completely insensate expression on Padma's face. She's still got her plate, but it's clear she's eaten most of the food she'd picked up in the time that Padma's been fucking him.
"Jeez, Harry. You're always just absolutely destroying us with that big fat cock of yours, aren't you? Mm, but I really wouldn't have it any other way."
Tossing the plate to the side, Lavender begins to sashay her way back towards him, but before she can, Parvati all but jumps into Harry's arms. He's still standing at this point, so the Gryffindor witch has to quite literally climb him like a spider monkey, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she grinds her sopping wet cunt into his erection.
Harry laughs, even as he catches himself before he can fall backwards. His hands go to Parvati's ass so he can hold her up, and after a moment of lifting her by her butt cheeks, Harry drops the beautiful caramel-skinned witch down onto his cock, impaling her on his dick as Parvati moans wantonly.
"Couldn't just wait for me to sit back down, could you Parvati?"
But even as he berates her, Harry starts to fuck her. He actually doesn't mind fucking her standing up. His magic flows through his limbs to strengthen them, and he has no problem at all not only holding Parvati's wait in his grasp, but also bouncing her up and down on his thick, throbbing cock nice and fast, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm very quickly.
Lavender, meanwhile, just pouts and goes to sit on the bench with Padma as the latter recovers. She's not going to just wait though, her hands slowly slide down her body, and soon enough the blonde witch is groping a tit and fingering her cunt as she masturbates to the sight of Harry fucking her best friend and fellow wife, bouncing her up and down on his cock.
Despite having plenty of strength, Harry still gets bored of the standing position eventually. It doesn't leave him enough room to play with Parvati's titties, after all. Eventually, he goes and lays her down on one of the tables, the one with all their clothes on it for a bit of extra cushion. As he leans in and bites and nibbles at Parvati's nipples, he also starts to pick up speed. The Indian witch tries her best to slow him down a bit, knowing that just begging him to not go so fast will have no effect.
In the end though, he fucks her right into oblivion, pounding into her with great effect until one final explosive orgasm sees Parvati's eyes fully rolling back in her head in an eerily similar way to that of her sister, her back arching and then her entire body collapsing onto the table, rag-dolled. As he pulls out of her, Parvati squirts out her final release, but Harry is barely paying her any mind. Instead, he looks towards the bench, only to notice that Lavender is no longer sitting there.
Instead, she's leaning up against the balcony and shaking her ass for him, grinning back at him as she spreads her pale butt cheeks wide.
"Can I have it up the butt, my lord?"
She even says it in that posh accent, clearly trying to parody something… but what it is, Harry neither knows nor cares to know. He's across the booth in moments and sinking his cock into Lavender's ass a few seconds later. The blonde moans as he fills her bowels with his man meat, and Harry grunts, grabbing her hips and digging in deep, plowing her back door with just as much force as he'd fucked the Patil Twins' cunts.
While fucking her, Harry looks out over the game. As expected, the British team is still winning quite handily. With that knowledge secured, Harry finds himself much more interested in looking back down to watch as Lavender's ass jiggles every time he thrusts forward into her. Unable to help himself, Harry begins to spank his blonde wife, watching as she experiences a mini-orgasm as the result of each and every smack.
Lavender cries out, loudly and wantonly, and she bends over the balcony even further, her tits hanging out as she orgasms again and again. Harry just grins wickedly. She'd brought this on herself, and if anyone saw her… well, no one would see her. But Lavender didn't need to know that. She didn't need to know that the wards he put on the private booth made it so that even if anyone looked up, they won't see her half-hanging out over the balcony with her tits bouncing back and forth with each thrust.
The blonde squeals and shrieks as Harry continues to fuck her ass at a brutal pace, finally feeling his next orgasm coming up. At the same time, behind him, Harry hears the door to the private booth open. He looks back, not at all surprised to see Gabrielle and Romilda enter, nor all that surprised to watch them both begin stripping as soon as Gabrielle has closed the door behind her.
Having his lovely assistants exposing their nubile, feminine bodies for his gaze, Harry grins, unable to hold back any longer. With a growl, he cums deep inside of Lavender's ass, filling her bowels with his seed just as he filled Padma with his cum earlier that day. Then, he pulls out and gives Lavender's buttocks one last swat, watching as she collapses onto the floor from one last explosive orgasm as a result.
Harry is already turning away as she does so, walking towards Gabrielle and Romilda with his messy cock pointed straight at both of them, and a wicked smile stretched from ear to ear. They're both blushing and fidgeting in place, but also clearly VERY excited, given how hard their nipples are and how wet the two of them are down betwixt their thighs. Harry makes sure of this when he walks up only to bring his hands to cup each of their mounds, groping and then fingering their cunts right to their first orgasms.
Chuckling as the two girls collapse in front of him, putting their faces in position for him to slap his meaty, messy cock down onto, Harry gets to work. This is going to be fun…
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Hours later, after several rounds with his girls, Harry finds himself standing at the balcony, still completely naked, watching as the game continues. The English seeker had taken a blow to the head pretty early on from a bludger, so while the other side's seeker was complete ass at finding the snitch, the poor English seeker was trying to fly with the severe handicap that was a brain injury.
Unfortunately, Quidditch had some outdated rules. Like for instance, the fact that the game didn't end until the snitch was caught. This had resulted in a game that lasted about six hours longer than it needed to, despite the English Team having a massive point lead at this point. Still, it had certainly given Harry plenty of time to put all of his girls through their paces. And put them through their paces he had.
Padma was the last one to pleasure him, currently kneeling in front of him drenched in his cum as she gives him one last blowjob. The others are all scattered around the room, either completely insensate, or still resting from the brutal fuckings he'd given each and every one of them, multiple times over. Gabrielle was still bent over the table where he'd taken her last, his seed oozing out of both her asshole and her quim. Romilda was on the floor beside her, in an even more humiliating position, face down, ass up, eyes still rolled back in her head.
Meanwhile, Lavender and Parvati were conscious, but occupied with one another. Harry had filled them both with so much cum that the two witches were sixty-nining in an effort to slurp out as much from each other's cunts as they possibly could, the sexy little harlots. But in the end, there was mostly just Padma occupying his attention still at this point. Letting out a grunt and allows Padma to suck him dry one last time. His seed pours into her mouth and down her throat, some of it dribbling down her chin again.
The reason that Harry has finally allowed himself to cum is because he can see the seekers chasing the snitch, even now. The game is finally coming to an end.
"Time to start getting ready to leave, girls."
Just as he's saying as much, a loud cheer erupts from the stadium, and Harry smiles as he sees the concussed English seeker holding up a golden ball, clutched in his fist. Knowing that he will have to make an appearance, seeing as its one of his players, Harry quickly cleans himself up with a big of magic, and then uses that same magic to clothe himself as well.
"Rest up… I'll meet you back at the tent."
That's the last thing he says to his wives as he steps out of the private booth, locking the door behind himself and putting the wards back up so they won't be bothered. Then, he turns and makes his way towards the presentation box, smiling all the while. Today… today had been a good day. Today had been utterly FANTASTIC.
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