Chapitre 7: A Day in the Life
Harry groans as he wakes up to a familiar sensation down near his genitals. There's a pair of heavenly lips locked around his cock, and some dexterous, skilled fingers fondling his balls. A smile spreads across the young wizard's face long before he opens his eyes, even as he slides a hand down beneath the covers and laces his fingers through a familiar head of hair.
A hiss leaves his throat when the witch waking him up quickens her pace at the feel of his hand atop of her head. It feels good, but then it always does when he awakens to Tracey indulging in her favorite morning pastime. Eventually, Harry uses his other hand to pull back the covers entirely, revealing the pregnant witch where she's kneeling between his legs.
Tracey's eyes flash up to meet Harry's, and he shudders at the sheer arousal and lust in her gaze. She's got her other hand down between her own legs, leading Harry to assume that she's fingering herself, even as she takes care of his morning wood. Her fingers continue to molest his churning ball sack, and her tongue swirls around his cockhead as she pulls back, only to dive down again.
Bobbing her head back and forth like that, Tracey works Harry towards his climax in no time at all, even as the wizard wakes up more and more. It's certainly a nice way to begin his morning, to be sure. Not that he would ever order or demand it of any of his wives. No, Tracey does this for him most mornings for one reason and one reason only.
The delicious witch is a slutty little cum guzzler, and he absolutely loves that about her. Tracey's lips end up at the base of his cock, and Harry shudders even more violently as he feels her constantly swallowing throat massaging his cock length. Then, the little minx goes a step further, the tip of her tongue pressing against the very bottom of the underside of his cock. As Tracey draws herself back up his length, slowly but surely, that tongue tip continues to push into his throbbing, pulsating member.
It's one of the most sensitive spots on Harry's dick, and Tracey knows it. With a single grunt, the wizard begins to cum into his adoring wife's waiting mouth. Tracey's eyes light up with glee, and she swallows as soon as she can, gulping down his cum over and over until he has none left to give. She drains him dry, an experience that is both enjoyable and pleasurable for both of them. Tracey gets a nice little morning snack, and Harry gets the most relaxing wake up call that ever existed.
Once he's done cumming, Tracey pulls back, allowing his cockhead to slide out from betwixt her lips with a pop. Her hand between her legs comes up at the same time that the one on his balls moves as well, and she strokes Harry's cock with both in a loving manner, even as she gives him a wide, happy smile.
"Good morning, husband dear."
Harry just chuckles as he lays back on his pillows rather lazily.
"Morning, darling wife. What's the day look like today?"
Tracey's smile takes on a distinctively wicked glint to it as she crawls forward until she's hovering over him, pregnant belly and full tits and all.
"The day is looking delightfully empty, husband. There's not a single thing for you to do, save for enjoying your wives however… you… like."
She's barely an inch from him by the time she's done accentuating 'like'. Harry grins right back slides his hands along Tracey's sides.
"However I like, huh? Well, I can think of a few things…"
Mindful of the baby, Harry nonetheless reverses their positions as his fingers grip Tracey's hips. The witch lets out a delighted squeal as she ends up on her back with Harry over her, his hard cock once again stiff and full length, hovering between them. Looking down at the pregnant Lady Potter, Harry can't help but be aroused, can't help but be turned on… he's living the dream life, he knows that very well.
And he's not going to let it go to waste, not for one moment. Leaning in, Harry begins to ravish his beautiful wife, much to her immense satisfaction. Tracey's cries of pleasure soon fill the room and the halls beyond as he gives her what she needs.
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When they're done, Tracey is exhausted. Harry leaves her to sleep in a little longer, feeling more puckish than tired after the morning suck and fuck. Barely bothering with a bathrobe, the wizard doesn't even close it up and tie it off, instead walking through his home with it all hanging out, a wide smile on his face as he goes on a bit of a hunt. He finds his first quarry in the kitchen, slaving over the oven.
"You know Princess, we do have House Elves who love to cook."
Hannah whirls as if caught with her hand in the cookie jar, a flush on her face as Harry utilizes that little tidbit of information Susan had let drop back when they'd first become intimately acquainted in order to tease the blonde Hufflepuff. For a moment, Hannah just stands there, blushing up a storm and staring wide eyed at Harry's cock.
Having the witch just in awe of his member was of course the fastest way to make it rise to attention, as if it could sense the focus on it. Harry grins as Hannah comes out of her stupor and lets out a little giggle.
"Well, maybe that sausage of yours has scared them all away."
As she turns back to the oven, Harry chuckles, casually making his way forward. Leaning on the kitchen's island, Harry watches the lovely blonde for a little bit. Hannah is making the whole nine yards, from what he can see. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles. She's got it all going, and it has her not only at the oven's stove top, but also across the room this way and that, making sure nothing burns.
As she hustles back and forth, Harry considers reaching out and playing with her a little. But he doesn't, at first. He tries to be respectful, tries to let Hannah work her way through the breakfast without causing her to burn anything. Instead, he simply watches the darling blonde witch, enjoying the way she moved, loving the way her body bounced in all the right places with every step.
Hannah was a beauty, just as his other wives were. She was an excellent addition to the harem he'd inadvertently made, in every possible way. And she was also, as Harry was swiftly finding out, a huge tease. Because while Harry had chosen to try and be respectful as the blonde cooked breakfast, Hannah decided fairly quickly that she wasn't going to be nearly as nice.
The damn minx kept brushing up against his crotch. At first, Harry assumed it was an accident. And in truth, it was at least partially his fault for practically invading the kitchen, transposing himself into her current work and leaning against the kitchen island. But his kitchen was not a small kitchen. No, nothing about Harry's home was small, and this part of it was no different.
Needless to say, Hannah had PLENTY of room to move, even with Harry ostensibly in the way. After the third pass between the eggs and the pancakes had her brushing her hip along the very sensitive head of his rock-hard cock, Harry knew that she was doing it on purpose, maneuvering into him solely so that she could tease his member.
On the tenth pass, Harry finally decided to do something about it. All of the food was done, and Hannah was plating it now. Nothing was in danger of burning anymore… simply getting cold. And by this point, Harry wanted something else warm far more than he wanted the breakfast food warm. With a growl as Hannah once again brushes across his dick, Harry lances his hand out and grabs her by the wrist, whirling the blonde witch around and pulling her in close.
Hannah lets out a yelp at the sudden action, but once she's pressed up against his chest, his cock grinding into her front and his hands squeezing at her ass, she smiles innocently enough and bats her eyelashes at him.
"Something you need, dear husband?"
Growling, Harry looks down into those impish eyes of hers. He never would have expected this sort of behavior from Hannah of all his girls. She had always seemed so demure, so shy. He supposed that the others were rubbing off on her… and he rather liked it. He liked it a lot.
"Yes. Yes there is."
His tone is deep and guttural, even as he whirls them both around. Hannah ends up pushed against the kitchen island as Harry grinds into her ass from behind. With her palms flat on the counter before her, the blonde witch can only moan and wiggle in his embrace, her body pressing back into him as best as she can. Harry moves his hands up and around, and slides them both under Hannah's apron, latching onto her breasts through her dress and squeezing them hard.
"Mm, well, if my husband insists, w-who am I to deny him?"
Hannah's tone is breathy as she squirms in Harry's grasp. Not trying to escape, merely trying to entice him to fuck her faster. Harry purposefully takes things slow though, knowing exactly what Hannah wants. He wants it to, to be fair, but foreplay can be fun as well, and denying the blonde witch for as long as possible sounds like a grand old time all on its own.
Leaning in, he buries his face in the crook of Hannah's neck as he breathes in her scent. She smells nice, like a mixture of flowers and baking. It's very… earthy, in a way. Hannah curls into Harry's embrace, panting heavily as he continues to grope her tits and grind into her ass.
"Maybe I do insist… or maybe I just want to stay here and smell you for a little while longer before eating breakfast."
Hannah goes stiff at that, and a low, lust-filled growl leaves HER throat as well as she bumps back into his cock a bit more forcefully. Grinning wickedly now that he's found the obvious weak point, Harry pulls away from Hannah quite suddenly, leaving her flustered and needy and panting for breath as he turns instead towards the veritable feast she's made for him.
Grabbing a plate, Harry loads up on eggs, bacon, and waffles before heading into the nearby dining room, where he settles down easily at the head of the table that dominates the room. He wastes no time in chowing down, even as Hannah tries to recover her equilibrium back in the kitchen. It's not long before she does, to her credit. The blonde witch walks into the dining room with her head held high and her back straight, sitting down beside him with a plate of her own.
They eat for a little while in relative silence. Relative, because they're playing footsies beneath the table the entire time. Hannah's toes, clad in a thin silken stocking, brush along Harry's cock, causing him to hiss in enjoyment. But not to be outdone, Harry retaliates as well, his own foot pressing up between Hannah's thighs, where he finds the girl isn't wearing any panties.
Hannah is practically gushing at this point, but Harry doesn't let that stop him from essentially fingering her with his big toe, much to her flustered, moaning enjoyment. Still they continue to eat, even as they play with each other… until such a time comes as neither can stand it anymore. With their plates mostly cleaned, the two stand up in unison, eyes wild with lust as they look to one another.
Hannah all but flings herself around the side of the table to get to him, and Harry catches her in his arms as they kiss passionately. Her hands close around his cock as she strokes at it lustfully, while Harry's slide down to her ass once again. It's not long before they're pushing the plates of food out of the way, only for Harry to lift Hannah up and sit her down on the table's edge. Luckily, the dining room table is a large thing made of thick mahogany, and it can easily hold the blonde's weight.
As Hannah lays back and spreads her legs wide, Harry slides her dress up over her waist, revealing the gushing wet pussy between her legs. Then, he goes a step further and pushes it all the way over her head, removing it entirely with her help. Once she's completely naked, Harry simply enjoys the view of her body for a moment, staring down at her beautiful form as she squirms a bit beneath his gaze.
"Please Harry… p-please, I need it."
No more teasing, no more impish grins. Hannah really does look needy and desperate in that moment… and Harry has always had a 'Saving People' thing, according to Hermione. Though, as he grins and guides his cockhead to Hannah's ready-and-waiting entrance, he's fairly certainly this WASN'T what his best friend meant.
All the same, Harry thrusts into Hannah's dripping wet pussy with all the force he can muster, penetrating her deeply as she arches her back and cries out.
"Yes Harry! Yes, fuck me my beloved husband, fuck me!"
That he can do. With a grunt and a growl, Harry begins to fuck Hannah right there on their dining room table, pounding into the beautiful blonde witch faster and faster. As he does so, he leans over her, his hands moving from her hips to her tits as he begins to knead and massage her breast flesh. Hannah mewls and moans at the assault on her mammaries, while also screaming and squealing her enjoyment of his big thick cock pounding away at her insides.
Fucking away into Hannah, Harry tilts his head back and lets his eyes drift shut, simply losing himself in the sensations for a moment. Then, Hannah reaches up and grabs two fistfuls of his messy black hair, dragging him down to her so that she can kiss him. Harry is happy to kiss the blonde witch back, even as they fornicate atop the table, even as he pounds her into the solid, uncaring wood. His cock slides into her clenching cunt again and again, until ultimately, he's forcing his way past her cervix and into her womb itself.
It's around that time that Hannah loses all semblance of control. Her eyes roll back in her head and her kissing becomes a lot more wild and unfocused as she climaxes noisily around his cock. Of course, Harry absolutely loves watching his wives adopt a fucked silly expression as he pounds them senseless, leading him to rail into Hannah all the harder as he draws orgasm after orgasm out of the blonde witch.
In the end, with her cunt constantly squeezing and spasming around his cock, there finally comes a point where Harry can't hold back any longer as well. With a groan, he cums for the third time that day, and fills Hannah's womb directly with his seed. He paints her insides white with his ejaculate, not stopping until he's done marking her as his for the umpteenth time since they married.
Once he's done, Harry pulls free of her and simply looks down at Hannah again, stroking his messy cock consideringly as he eyes her. She looks even better now than she did before. A freshly fucked witch will always be more beautiful than a primed and ready one, at least in Harry's opinion. There's a certain glow to a satisfied woman that just can't be beat, even if teasing them until they're ready to burst is a joy all on its own as well.
Still, as Harry regards Hannah for a moment longer, he decides then and there that he's not quite done yet. Grinning, the wizard moves around the table and then leans in to whisper in Hannah's ear.
"We're done with Breakfast now, my dear. Shouldn't you be grabbing the dishes."
As Hannah comes down from her pleasure high, she opens her eyes partially and looks to him, smiling impishly once more.
"Mm, the House Elves can get them, Harry."
Harry chuckles at that, but he's not just going to let her get away with it. Shaking his head back and forth, Harry's tone takes on an authoritative note.
"No, no… if you're going to rob them of their cooking duties, I think it's only right that you clean up after yourself Hannah. Time to get up and get to work."
Hannah blinks and furrows her brow, not sure why Harry is saying such things. Still, the look in his eye brooks no argument and the blonde witch slowly slides off of the dining table and onto her feet, a bit shakily but standing up straight nonetheless. Under Harry's watchful eye, she collects their dishes and moves to pass him, so she can take them into the kitchen.
Harry stops her with his hands on her hips as she begins to walk past. Then, he places the tip of his messy cock between Hannah's ass cheeks, and with a wicked grin on his face, he begins to dig into her back door. The blonde witch yelps, before letting out a moan as her legs wobble. Leaning in close, Harry's voice is filled with mirth as he murmurs in Hannah's ear from behind, inch after inch of his lubed-up prick disappearing into her asshole.
"Well then, let's go clean those dishes, shall we?"
Shivering with lust, Hannah begins to walk forward under Harry's direction, and Harry in turn moves to follow her, smiling all the way. Together, the two of them make their way into the kitchen, where Harry does indeed help Hannah clean every last dish, every last pan, and every last counter. All the while, his cock remained lodged delightfully deep in her wondrously tight asshole as he fucks her back door standing up just as hard as he'd fucked her cunt.
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When Harry finally leaves Hannah to rest, the kitchen spotless and pristine, he moves onto the library. As fun as it would be to spend the entire day fucking his wives, Harry does have other things on his mind beyond sex. And with the first fully free day he's had in what feels like an eternity, he can finally look up some things about one of his favorite subjects. Ancient Runes.
Harry had begun to study runes during the war, in an effort to give himself every edge he could over Voldemort. As it turned out, he was something of a natural when it came to runic magic. Much like with wand magic, runic magic required a certain level of talent and power as well as practice and training. You could train and train and train for an eternity, but if you didn't have that 'something extra', there was only so far that you could get.
He did not know those limitations. His runes always came out superbly, and every new piece of runic magic he learned took him less than a week to master. Needless to say, that particular type of magic had played a role in Harry's eventually victory over Voldemort, when combined with all the other disciplines that he knew of.
That said, he hadn't been able to completely scour the Potter Library for all the information it had on the more advanced runic magics yet. Ultimately, he'd only just begun when Daphne and Tracey had requested the audience with him that had led him down the path to where he was now, with several wives and multiple babies already on the way.
Now though, now he could do some more research and get caught up some on just what he wanted to know. Or at least, that was the plan. Of course, Harry's plans very rarely worked out exactly how he wanted them to, despite usually resulting in a net positive nonetheless. In this particular case, Harry found that the library wasn't as empty as he was expecting it to be.
In fact, it had two of his darling wives in it, already pouring over books themselves. As Harry approaches, an eyebrow lifted, he regards the two Greengrass sisters in silence for a long moment, before finally making his presence known.
"Hello my dears. What brings you to the library on this fine day?"
Startled by his voice, Daphne and Astoria both look up from their work, blinking unfocused eyes in his direction as they both try to switch from research mode to social mode. Neither can manage it all that quickly, but Daphne is a bit more skilled at doing so than her sister. As she recovers first, the elder Greengrass gives Harry a wide smile and speaks for both of them.
"Astoria is hoping to get her Rune Mastery now that she's not to be sold off to the highest bidder! I'm helping her out. Care to join us, Harry?"
Well now, were the fates just conspiring to get him laid? Because Harry had no doubts on his mind, staring at both a pregnant Daphne and a smiling Astoria, that if he stuck around, he'd end up fucking at least one of them, probably both of them. Still, he'd come here for runes, and from the looks of things, the stacks of books that the Greengrass sisters had on the table already probably contained what he sought.
On top of that, he would probably be a great help in assisting the pair in their studies if he was being perfectly honest. Letting out a sigh and a soft chuckle, Harry bobs his head in the affirmative and pulls out a chair to settle into at the table. He decides then and there that he's going to do everything in his power to keep this an actual study session, rather than having it devolve into sex as he feels in his bones it ultimately will.
"I'd be happy to. Amusingly enough, I was coming down here in the first place to hunt down some tomes on runes. You two might not know this, but I've become a bit proficient in Ancient Runes myself these last few years. Perhaps not enough to be called a Rune Master, but I like to think I can assist in some small way."
Daphne and Astoria give him radiant smiles at that, and Harry returns them, even as they get to work.
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To their credit, the three of them do spend the next few hours, all the way to midday, studying and researching Astoria's numerous questions. In the end though, Daphne ultimately throws her head back and lets out an explosive breath.
"Alright, I need a break."
With that said, the pregnant woman stands and moves over to where Harry is seated. He's moved from the table at that point to a nearby couch, and is currently perusing a rather old tome, his eyes tracing back and forth across the pages at an impressive rate thanks to some focusing magic. Of course, that same magic proves to be a bit of an Achilles' heel when Harry looks up from the book and stares at Daphne.
His lips part as he finds her the most beautiful thing in the world in that moment, her pregnant belly swollen with his child drawing all of his attention. Daphne grins, even as Harry hastily ends the magic, and a moment later the pregnant witch is seated beside him as Harry gives her an exasperated look. After all, she knows what she did.
Giggling, Daphne reaches out nonetheless and grabs onto Harry's hand.
"Here. See if you can feel him kicking."
Blinking, Harry does as he's told, splaying his fingers out as he rests his palm on Daphne's belly, right over her womb. At the same time, he furrows his brow at her.
"You already know the sex, Daph?"
Smiling, the blonde witch bobs her head up and down.
"Of course. A bit of magic is all it takes. I'm going to give birth to a strong, beautiful baby boy. I hope he takes after you, Harry."
A shiver of something Harry can't quite define runs up his spine as he suddenly feels it. The baby is kicking. His son… is kicking. The wizard's lips part, and he stares down at Daphne's pregnancy belly with wide eyes, completely in awe of the moment. He was going to be a father, soon enough. He was going to have children, perhaps more than he could count.
And in truth, for a young man like Harry, who'd grown up pretty much without the affections of any true family… the thought of having a massive one of his own excited him to no end.
"Mm, when's it going to be MY turn?"
Of course, Astoria wasn't one to be ignored. The younger Greengrass sister slides up to Harry on the other side of the couch, and the next thing he knows, Astoria is groping his crotch as she gives him an impish grin. Harry blinks at that, but a quick glance at Daphne shows her with the same sort of smirk on her face. Oh, these two.
Harry chuckles at being so effectively tag teamed, Daphne playing on his emotions while Astoria played on his lust. He's certainly hard in short order, both from Astoria's ministrations and the idea of knocking up the younger Greengrass sister as well. That said, he's not one to be so easily led. With a growl, Harry reaches out and grabs a fistful of Astoria's hair, drawing her into a deep, passionate, domineering kiss as he gives her plenty of tongue.
When he pulls back, Astoria is looking a bit dazed, slightly glazed over. Harry uses the young witch's distracted state to rise and push her forward onto her hands and knees where he'd been sitting moments before. Recognizing what Harry is doing, Daphne happily moves into position as well. The pregnant witch turns herself so she's sitting back against the arm of the couch. Then, she spreads her legs wide and opens up her robes to reveal a naked, wet, glistening cunt.
This is where Harry sticks Astoria's face, even as he flips the young woman's dress up over her shapely ass, exposing her pale buttocks and her own glistening lower lips. Neither witch is wearing panties, but then, Harry is starting to think that there's an unspoken rule against underwear while in the house. He didn't instate it, nor did he even so much as suggest it… but he's all too happy to use it to his advantage, even as he gets back onto the couch behind Astoria, kneeling in between her legs and guiding his cock to her waiting cunt.
His first thrust sends the youngest Greengrass witch deep into her elder sister's cunt, and Daphne tosses her head back as she moans out her enjoyment of Astoria's tongue and voice on her pussy lips. Harry just chuckles and gets right to fucking Astoria then and there in the middle of the library. If the younger Greengrass wants a baby, he'll be happy to give her one.
He's not all that surprised either, now that he has time to reflect as he pounds into Astoria from behind with greater and greater force, all while she tongues out her own sister's cunt to great effect considering the lust-filled, smoking hot gaze Daphne is directing his way. Ever since he allowed Astoria to stay with him, the two sisters have spent plenty of time together. Unlike many older-younger sibling combos, Daphne and Astoria seem to have a bond that can't be beat.
That said, it's clear that Astoria is sick and tired of being around Daphne while the other witch is pregnant and she's not. She wants to be knocked up too, obviously. And that's just fine with Harry. He's long since gotten over any concerns he has for being a father. At this point, there's not much Harry wants more than to be a daddy. He's going to knock up every last one of his wives, probably more than once, and he's going to build the biggest family that the world has ever seen.
He's going to have a lot of fun doing it too, because while that's certainly his end game goal now, the sex along the way is something Harry is confident he's going to enjoy very much. He certainly enjoys Astoria's tight little cunt as it squeezes down around his cock, milking him for all its worth. He enjoys the way Daphne climaxes all over Astoria's face as the younger Greengrass works her older sister over with her tongue. And he enjoys the way Astoria screams into Daphne's cunt every once in a while, each time she too orgasms from the big, fat dick burying itself in her mewling quim again and again and again.
Everything about the situation is enjoyable. That said, Harry has already cum four times that day. His fifth release won't be drawn out of him quite so easily. Though, he has had hours to recover now… all the same, by the time Harry finally gives Astoria what she wants and fills her womb with a thick, viscous load of his sticky white seed, the younger witch is completely out of it. He pulls free of her creampied cunt, and she just kneels there with her face still buried in Daphne's crotch.
The pregnant witch in question gives Harry a grin as she lifts her little sister's head away from her crotch, to reveal that Astoria's eyes have long since rolled back in her skull, her tongue waggling this way and that out of her mouth on autopilot. Placing Astoria back at her crotch, Daphne lets out a contented hiss as her fucked silly sister goes right back to eating her out while practically unconscious on the couch.
Mouthing 'thank you' to Harry as he steps away, Daphne's eyes glitter with glee. Harry glances one last time to where his seed is just starting to drip out of Astoria's naked cunt, and then chuckles quietly as he gives Daphne a simple nod before departing from the library. That had been fun, but even with the delicious mind-blowing sex, Harry was feeling cooped up. Time to have some fun at the pool.
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Well, by 'fun at the pool' he hadn't meant MORE sex… he'd honestly intended to go skinny dipping, and maybe do some laps to get in some exercise. Even if he didn't really NEED the exercise at this point. Regardless, Harry finds himself waylaid almost immediately, as he runs into one of his other wives as soon as he steps out onto the pool deck.
"Harry! Harry, be a dear and come over here, would you?"
Lifting a brow as he takes in the sight of a nude, sunbathing Lavender, Harry chuckles and shakes his head ruefully, even as his cock begins to grow hard and rise from between his legs all over again. Honestly, looking at her, Harry wondered briefly if he had a thing for blondes. Four of his six wives were blonde by this point. One was a red head, one was a brunette. Honestly though, Harry didn't have a thing for just blondes.
He had a thing for women in general. It wasn't something he'd truly begun to realize until Daphne and Tracey had awakened it inside of him. Harry was a lover, plain and simple. More specifically, he was in love with the feminine form. And Lavender had 'the feminine form' in spades. Moving over to where she lays, Harry smiles as Lavender looks up at him, grinning impishly, same as so many of his other wives. Honestly, he might not have a hair color, but he was beginning to think he had a type. All of them were such… minxes. The entire lot of them!
"Harry, I've got this ache between my shoulders that I just can't reach. I was wondering if you might be willing to help me out with it."
As she turns over from her front to her back, a chime goes off in the air, a timer spell that Harry imagines Lavender was using to tell her when she needed to switch from her front to back. Which meant he had impeccable timing. Chuckling at the blonde witch's antics, Harry reaches down and places his hands between her shoulderblades.
"Here?"
"Mm, a little lower… oh, and use this, won't you?"
Harry lifts a brow as Lavender suddenly lifts up a bottle of lotion that she had under the lounge chair she'd laid out on. The sneaky little devil. Nonetheless, cajoled into helping out as he'd been, Harry sets to work on assisting Lavender with her 'ache'. In truth, it quickly becomes clear that he's been tricked into giving her a massage, lotioning her entire body as she directs him to 'problem area' after 'problem area'.
He doesn't mind that much though. Especially since he gets to grope and knead and play with her beautiful, bountiful body to his heart's content while he's massaging her. Lavender moans and mewls and groans her encouragement as his fingers dig deep in some places, and glide over others. More and more of her body ends up glistening in the sunlight as she eventually flips back over onto her front and has him do that as well.
Soon enough, Lavender is all lotioned up. There's not an ounce of her that isn't practically shimmering by the time he's done with her. It's around then that Lavender finally turns her eyes back to him, a bright smile on her face.
"You're a good sport, you know that Harry?"
Grinning at that, Harry shrugs his shoulders. He'd apparently passed some sort of test with the newest of his wives, but in truth he hadn't minded one bit of the encounter so far. It'd been enjoyable, even if he did have a raging hard-on at this point. One that was still completely visible, given he'd still never dressed in more than his open front robe.
Looking down at his cock now, Lavender bites her lower lip and worries it for a moment, causing his member to throb and jump a bit at the sight. Reaching out, the beautiful voluptuous witch grasps hold of Harry's shaft and begins to stroke it, her own hand lotioned as well from where she'd touched herself a few times during their encounter.
"This big boy looks exceptionally happy to see me… but perhaps a little exasperated with the wait. I suppose we'll have to take care of that, won't we?"
Sliding off of the lounge chair and onto a small pillow that she places beneath her knees, Lavender brings herself chest-level with Harry's crotch, even as he sets the half-empty lotion bottle down and straightens up. Gazing down into her impish grin and sparkling eyes, Harry just lifts a single brow, curious to see what she'll do next.
As it turns out, what Lavender does next is take her glistening, lotioned breasts and wrap them around his cock as best as she can. Her tits, nice and large, do their best to slide up and down his member. Thanks to the lotion he'd judiciously applied to Lavender's breasts as his fingers dug deep into her soft, sensitive mammaries, Lavender has no problem giving him the best titjob she can.
Harry groans and places his fingers through Lavender's blonde locks as she fucks her tits around his cock. At the same time, the beautiful witch leans forward and places his cockhead between her lips, sucking on just the tip of his member, swirling her tongue around it all while her soft boob flesh wraps along his shaft. It feels good… it feels really good. And given enough time, Lavender very well might have been able to extract his fifth climax from him.
But right now, Tracey was the only one who got to drink his seed straight from the tap. Especially after Daphne and Astoria had awakened a burning desire in him with their own antics in convincing him to pump a load into Astoria's womb. Lavender was no different than the younger Greengrass sister after all. She was new enough that Harry would need to work at making sure she got pregnant as well.
Using his grip on her hair, Harry pulls Lavender back away from his cock, her tits and mouth leaving his throbbing member behind as he lifts her up to her feet. Their foreheads meet as their eyes do the same, and the blonde witch shivers at seeing the sheer need and lust in Harry's hooded gaze. When he speaks, it's with a dark, deep voice filled with promise. Harry has no wish to mislead Lavender. He tells her what he's after, point blank.
"I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to knock you up, stuff you full of my seed. Understood?"
Lavender's lips part, but no words leave them as she pants with need. Carefully, the blonde witch nods against Harry's forehead, squirming before him, clearly wanting what he has to offer her. As soon as Harry releases her, Lavender turns away. She lays back down on the lounge chair prone, and reaches back to spread herself wide, showing off both her cunt and her back door to him.
Even now, Lavender is glistening from the lotioning he gave her before all this. Harry rather likes that though, enjoying the way her body feels beneath him as he sits on the back of her thighs, his cock slapping down between her buttocks. He hot dogs Lavender's ass for a moment, but in the end there's only one place Harry truly wants to go.
Eventually, his cock slips back until his tip is resting against Lavender's cunt lips. Resting her head on her arms, the blonde witch looks back at him and bites her lower lip, her eyes filled with desire as she squirms beneath his powerful body. With a grin on his face, Harry grabs hold of Lavender's fluffy pillow butt cheeks, and thrusts into her cunt with one powerful stroke, his cock slipping deep inside of her right then and there.
"Ooooh, Harry… just like that, lover. Fuck me like you MEAN it!"
What she meant by that last bit was obvious. If he really wanted to breed her, if he truly wanted to knock her up, he needed to prove it. Well, Harry was more than happy to do so, and by this point he'd certainly had plenty of practice in the art of lovemaking and rough fucking both. With a growl, Harry digs his fingers into Lavender's plump ass cheeks, and begins to thrust in and out of her slick wet hole, ramming into her with just as much force as he had the others he'd fucked so far that day.
Perhaps a bit more though. Lavender was just so eminently fuckable, and while Harry loved all of his wives, there was no denying that the blonde witch beneath him now had one of the sexier bodies among the bunch. She was just made to be fucked, made to be bred, made to be knocked up. Harry was happy to do it, even as he slides his hands from her ass to the rest of her body quite literally. Groping and kneading her lotioned flesh where ever he can, Harry leans over Lavender and truly begins to give it to her.
In her prone position, one might think that Lavender couldn't take all of Harry's length. There just wasn't a proper angle for it. They'd be right, but Harry was big enough that it didn't really matter. His cock ended up railing into Lavender's cervix all the same, sending her right off into La La land as he fucked her through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
Just like the women before her, Lavender was soon completely insensate. As the hot afternoon sun beat down upon them, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lulled out of her mouth. She went from vocal encouragement to incomprehensible in short order, not even managing to string more than two words together as she begged him to 'fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!!' over and over again.
Harry gave her what she wanted, just as he always did with his wives. He was a loving, caring sort of man at the end of the day, as all of them would attest. He was attentive and passionate and all around the best any of them could have hoped for. There was a reason that so many women were willing to share Harry James Potter between them after all.
Even if they might not have wanted to admit it outwardly, all of them knew the simple truth, deep down inside. Harry wasn't the kind of wizard who one witch could have satisfied. He was strong, he was powerful… and most of all, his stamina in bed was unfathomable. Lavender had no way of knowing that this was Harry's sixth release of the day, but she certainly experienced just how long he could last before cumming again, as she found herself losing her mind temporarily at the end of his cock.
Ultimately though, Harry did cum once more. His seed flowed into Lavender's womb, filling it to the brim before he was finished. And when they were done, Harry still stood up, feeling perhaps a little tired, but not all that beat as he stood over the fucked silly girl. Chuckling darkly, Harry reaches down and picks Lavender up, holding her in a bridal carry as he takes her over to another lounge chair.
This one, unlike the other, is already in the shade. That's it's primary difference. A very important distinction, given the state he's leaving her in. Laying Lavender out on her back, Harry places a chaste kiss on the blonde witch's forehead, even as she moans and writhes beneath him, his seed already exiting her cunt. It's obvious from Lavender general lack of a focused reaction that she's not going to be moving any time soon… and while there were plenty of spells that could heal skin burns, Harry would rather Lavender not deal with the sunburn at all if he could prevent it by moving her into the shade.
With a smile on his face as he looks down at the beautiful witch one last time, Harry shakes his head ruefully and heads back inside. He might not have gotten his swim, but his desire to 'exercise' ended up satisfied all the same.
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Almost as soon as Harry walks back into the Potter Home, he finds himself accosted by Susan Bones, as she arrives via the floo in the lounge area right off of the pool deck. The red head has a bright smile on her face and a shine in her eyes as she sees him and immediately runs over. Harry immediately notices that she's positively glowing, but it's not the same sort of glow as a freshly fucked witch. It's more akin to a different sort of happiness that he can't quite place.
"Harry!"
"Susan!"
He chuckles as she practically leaps into his arms. As her limbs wrap around his body, he grabs onto her shapely buttocks to keep her up, even as he plants his strong legs so he doesn't topple over. The red head kisses him heatedly, and Harry happily returns the favor even as he takes the chance to grope her ass to his heart's content. Eventually, Susan pulls back from their kiss with that same wide smile on her face.
"Harry, I just got the most amazing news from my healer! I… I'm going to be a mother!"
Harry's eyebrows lift at that.
"You're pregnant?"
He supposes he really shouldn't be surprised, given it's basically his stated goal to impregnate all of his wives, given enough time. Still, he hadn't even known Susan had an appointment with the healer today. Nodding rapidly, the red head beams wildly.
"Yes! I didn't know for sure, and I didn't want to give any sort of false alarm, so I kept it on the down low until I had confirmation… but now I have confirmation! You're going to be a father! … again, I suppose."
Harry chuckles at that, even as Susan's brow begins to furrow as she realizes she won't be giving him his first. To distract her from such things, Harry initiates another kiss, and the two of them make out passionately right there in the middle of the lounge area for a good little while, before Susan pulls back again.
"Take me to my room, Harry."
Her tone is breathless and needy, and Harry is all to happy to do so. Once they reach Susan's bedroom, she hops out of his arms and pushes him gently towards the edge of her bed. Harry happily does so, letting her control the pace of whatever she wants to do as he sits down at the end of the bed and watches her. Susan's eyes never leave his, even as her smile turns perhaps a little lecherous. With a flick of her wand, a nice sort of lilting melody fills the air.
Susan starts to sway to the melody, even as she begins to give him a strip tease, right then and there. Harry never would have expected it from a woman like Lady Bones. But then, before they'd gotten together, Susan had always seemed like this unapproachable woman, a girl who had had to mature long before anyone else thanks to the deaths of her parents, followed by the demise of her aunt.
Harry wished he could have saved Amelia Bones, but when the former Head Auror had been killed, he was still trying to get his wits about him. Perhaps if he'd been able to begin training for the inevitable confrontation with Voldemort earlier, perhaps if he'd KNOWN the confrontation with Voldemort was inevitable…
But no, it wasn't worth dwelling on the past. Instead, Harry focuses himself back on the here and now, as Susan continues to lose her clothing, her robes long gone and her blouse and skirt soon following them. It's not long before she's wearing nothing but her bra and panties, and then those leave too. After that, all she's wearing is her Hufflepuff stockings, one yellow and one black as she begins to truly dance to the music.
Harry watches, wide eyed, as Susan shows off some truly impressive skills. He never would have guessed this either, but it's obvious that Susan has been practicing dance for a good portion of her life, as she throws herself into complex movements without reservation or hesitation. But of course, the fact that she's doing this absolutely gorgeous dance naked only serves to make it erotic, make it sexy… and make it painfully arousing.
Once again, Harry's cock rises from betwixt his open bathrobe. The young wizard barely notices at first, too entranced by Susan's form to pay his own body any attention. But Susan doesn't miss it. Susan most certainly notices his rising erection, her eyes flicking over it again and again as she continues her routine. Slowly but surely, Susan's dancing brings her closer and closer to Harry.
And then suddenly, she's in his lap. Harry's hands snap out instinctively to grab hold of Susan's hips as she kneels on either side of him, her arms wrapped around his neck. As she grins at him lewdly, the red head tilts her head back, letting her hair hang loosely behind her, and letting her breasts jut out in his direction. She continues the dance, though it's much more contained now. Her pussy lips spread open, but not around Harry's cockhead. Instead, they slip along his shaft, and she begins to hot dog his cock with her slit, undulating and gyrating back and forth across his length.
Harry groans at that, even as he once again transfers his hands to her ass. Perhaps he has a thing for buttocks as well… but then, he also has a thing for breasts. Heh, in the end it all just goes back to the feminine form for him. Leaning forward, Harry latches onto one of Susan's nipples, imagining her breasts filled with milk once she's far heavier with his child.
The fact that she's pregnant has slowly been sinking in. Harry is ecstatic, of course. He's over the moon with joy, absurdly happy for both himself and for her. Perhaps more than some of the others, Susan understands as an orphan what it's like to not have a family, to want one with all your heart. Unlike Harry, she had an aunt who actually gave a fuck, but that didn't mean she didn't still feel the pain of her parents' loss deep in her soul.
As Susan slowly slides up the length of Harry's cock, finally slipping his tip into her cunt, that sort of understanding coalesces between them. They end up looking into one another's eyes while Susan sinks down Harry's member, inch by inch. Staring at one another, they know what the other has been through, they know what the other desires. Their dreams are aligned, their goals are aligned… and there's nothing either of them wants more in that moment than to be one with each other.
The red head rides Harry slowly, and he lets her do so as they simply luxuriate in each other's presence. After a day filled with fucking, it's nice to just make love to one of his wives. In a way, he's having love made to HIM, given how Susan is controlling everything. But that's fine with Harry. Letting go, he lets Susan take the reins, allowing her to guide him where she wants to go.
Eventually, this means falling back onto the bed as Susan falls with him. She continues to ride his member, all while her breasts rub against his chest, her fingers gliding down his arms to lace through his fingers. They hold hands in that moment, even as their tongue twine together and Susan buries Harry's cock deep inside of her tight, wet cunt for the umpteenth time.
It's slow, until it's not. Susan gets more insistent as time goes on, more needy. Her kisses become bites, and Harry rises up again as she scratches at his back. His own hands move to her ass, and his digits dig into her buttocks as he begins to thrust upwards in time with her bouncing motions. A cry of pure bliss leaves Susan's throat as she cums around his dick, but things only get faster, harder from there.
Susan bounces herself up and down Harry's member until she can barely keep herself moving, can barely hold herself up. Only then does Harry reverse their positions and push Susan's legs back over her head as he fucks her into a mating press. Her tits end up framed by her folded body, and he lavishes praise upon them, all while continuing to piston his cock in and out of the red head's cunt.
He fucks her like this for what feels like an eternity, even to him. His cock is hard, his balls churn… but he's cum a lot that day, and it takes some time for a fresh supply to be 'made' as it were. Eventually though, Susan's squeezing, clenching insides milk him of his release. Harry pulls out at the last second and Susan sticks out her tongue as he sprays his release all over her sweaty, glistening form. She shakes and shudders as his hot sticky semen strikes her, and her hands come up to grab and grope at her own breasts as she moans in delight, slurping up every last bit of cum that lands on her face.
Harry watches this for a moment, before finally flopping to the side. He's finally growing tired, finally needing a break. With a yawn, Harry lets his eyes drift shut, even as Susan busies herself with eating his seed, a tasty treat, apparently. Harry's not sure if she shares Tracey's fetish or not, but he doesn't mind overly much.
He's just going to take a quick nap before dinner. Lord knows that the group isn't going to let him get any rest in AFTER dinner. And ultimately, Harry is right about that.
The lazy day ends with an orgy, as it always does. Harry and his ladies, fucking on the massive bed that dominates the master bedroom. And all in all… Harry is happy.
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