Chương 10: Padma Patil

It had started out as nothing more than a stray thought. An idea, coalescing in the back of his mind. He'd actually had it while nutting deep inside one Gabrielle Delacour. Perhaps it was wrong to be considering other things when he had the young veela beneath him, his cock buried deep in her drooling quim as she sung his praises, but Harry prided himself on being very good at multitasking.

So, as he pulled out of Gabrielle, glancing between her and Astoria, who he'd just fucked prior to once again breeding the little veela slut beneath him, Harry smiles.

"Come to the desk with me girls. I need to do some research."

The two delicious young witches are happy to hop up and join him. It is their time with their husband after all, and neither intends to squander it. Harry just enjoys the fact that neither tries to whine or complain about him not spending every bit of his focus on them either. That would be more than a little irritating, but luckily the pair knew quite well that he couldn't just spend all day, every day having sex.

Settling down at his desk, Harry doesn't pull up to it right away. Instead, he waits a moment for both Gabrielle and Astoria to descend beneath the great oak thing, watching them as they make room for themselves beneath the desk, turning until they're kneeling side by side, their eyes glittering in the dark of the alcove. Smirking, Harry pulls in and spreads his legs apart. Within moments, two eager tongues are working over his messy member, both cleaning him of his and Gabrielle's juices as well as working him back to full length as they worship his shaft.

Harry, meanwhile, hisses in enjoyment before focusing his attention on the matter at hand. He'd decided while he was filling Gabrielle with yet another load of his seed that he wanted to buy a quidditch team. It was a complete spur-of-the-moment decision, of course. An idea that had simple flitted through his mind, before ultimately slipping back in and taking root.

Put bluntly, Harry was rich. More specifically, Lord Potter-Black, with his dozens of inheritances and growing number of wives, was rich. More than rich, he was probably the most affluential man in not only wizarding Britain, but perhaps half the world over. Of course, the muggles would never know about him unless he decided to spread himself a bit further than he currently was. But for now, Harry didn't mind that. It was better to only be famous to a small population. He knew a little of what muggle celebrities went through in the modern era, and none of that interested him in the slightest.

However, Quidditch did. Quidditch had been a major part of Harry's life growing up, it'd been one of the most exciting, most fulfilling things he'd ever taken part in. Being Gryffindor's Seeker from Year One on had been… well, needless to say he was feeling a little nostalgic, even as he pressed his wand to a pad on his desk, contemplating the information he wanted.

The pad was a special sort of thing. Magically enchanted, with a direct line to the public information archive at the Ministry. With his thoughts controlling what he was searching for, the notepad soon filled with information on all of the current quidditch teams and their owners, as well as their statistics, their considered value, and all of the other easily accessible information on each team.

Nothing that would say, necessarily give one an overt advantage in bargaining to buy a team, but definitely enough information to go in knowing what one was getting into. For instance, Harry ran across the Chudley Cannons quite quickly… and knew that not only was their owner desperate to sell by this point, he was never actually going to buy the team in a million years.

Chuckling, Harry simply relaxed into his high-back chair, going through the information before him, enjoying the feeling of two beautiful witches on their knees beneath his desk, both competing and working together for his pleasure. This state of affairs continued for a good little while, before the door to Harry's study slid open and a familiar face slipped inside.

"I hope I'm not interrupting… I know now is Gabrielle and Astoria's time… but I don't see them anywhere?"

Parvati Patil sways her way across the room, drawing Harry's eye as she knew she would with her scantily clad caramel body and her seductive, sultry smile. He returns the smile with one of his own, even as Gabrielle and Astoria start to react. Before they can truly get indignant however, Harry heads things off at the pass.

"They're beneath the desk, Parvati. Unfortunately, I don't think there's room for a third down there at the moment."

That mollifies the younger witches and they return to sucking him off, even as Parvati lets out a sigh and develops a pout. She doesn't leave, instead she circles around Harry's desk and half-sits her hip up on it as she presents her gorgeous body to him, clearly hoping she'll get to play with his hands and mouth if nothing else. Though, her eyes do trail over to his notepad, quickly darting side to side as she looks at what he's researching.

"You're looking up quidditch teams?"

It's no big secret, as far as Harry is concerned. Inclining his head to the side, he just smiles.

"That I am. I was thinking about buying one. You will of course not be reporting this in Witch Weekly."

Parvati blushes and nods rapidly. She cared a lot more about keeping Harry happy then getting some big scoop, at least these days. Whether that was because Harry made sure to give her the stories he DID want released to the public sometimes, or just because she loved his cock so much… well, he didn't know, but the exact reason probably didn't matter.

Now though, Parvati's attempts at seduction have all but faded as she stares down at the notepad in deep contemplation. After a moment, she reaches out for the magical item, but stops suddenly. Both of them know how much such a notepad is worth, something that even a Lord of a Magical House would have to pay hand over fist for. Harry had received his as a gift from a grateful Ministry for dealing with Voldemort, but that did not diminish the item's inherent value.

"May I?"

Slightly amused, Harry nods his head and watches as Parvati flips through the pages, looking for something specific. Eventually she lands on what she's aiming for, pressing her index finger to the name of the quidditch team at the top of the page. Harry's eyes trace across it, reading both the name and the team's statistics and general information.

"Puddlemere United, hm?"

Looking them over, Harry had no problem admitting that he was impressed even before he saw their stats. But then, he knew all about Puddlemere. Everyone in the wizarding world knew about Puddlemere United. One of the premiere Quidditch teams, they'd even had a fan in Albus Dumbledore of all people. Heh, but then considering that they were the oldest team in the league, that wasn't all too surprising, now was it?

Still, Puddlemere United wasn't just a Quidditch team. It was a damn franchise at this point. Its value would no doubt be much more than most other British Quidditch teams, but given Harry's wealth, that didn't really matter much, now did it? The only real question was…

"What makes you point them out, Parvati? Besides the obvious. Are you just a fan?"

Glancing up at the Gryffindor witch, Harry smiles when she shakes her head. He's surprised by her reaction. The way she's pursing her lips together and contemplating her own suggestion makes it seem like she very well might regret having made it. The reason why becomes obvious a moment later.

"No… no, I suggest them because my sister Padma is a team executive for Puddlemere United. She could easily set up a meeting with their owner for you."

Ah, and there was where Parvati's indecision came into play. If Harry and Padma interacted, Padma would no doubt try to seduce Harry as per their father's instructions. And knowing what she knew of Harry, Parvati no doubt expected him to accept. The thing was, she wasn't wrong. But at the same time… chuckling, Harry reaches out and wraps an arm around Parvati's waist, pulling the caramel-skinned witch onto the arm of his chair as he looks up at her.

"Parvati… do I seem like the kind of man to set any woman I've claimed aside? Have I ignored Lavender since I took you in? Have I ignored any of my girls for any length of time?"

"N-No…"

Harry nods, even as he rubs soothing circles into Parvati's hip with his thumb.

"Then believe me when I say that whatever happens between Padma and I will not affect your place at my side. Not ever. Do you understand?"

"Yes…"

Her voice is filled with arousal by then, so Harry happily leans up and kisses her. Parvati collapses onto him, and they makeout quite passionately, even as Gabrielle and Astoria continue to worship his cock beneath the desk. At the same time, as Harry finds himself completely pulled into debauchery, Parvati's clothes soon flying off and the Indian witch joining Gabrielle and Astoria in getting creampied, the powerful wizard's mind remains split in its focus.

Padma Patil was a team executive at Puddlemere United. Now, wasn't that just the most interesting of news. Harry had found the Quidditch team he wanted to purchase. The only question now was, would he be completing a set of twins along the way?

-x-X-x-

"I must say, Lord Potter-Black, I was quite pleased to hear about your interest. Madam Patil here was given a raise on the spot for securing even the chance at a meeting with you. Of course, soon enough the decision of whether she keeps that raise will fall to you, won't it? Haha!"

Harry smiles, covering up his partial bemusement as he sits back in the rather comfortable owner's box in the higher parts of the Quidditch Stadium. Puddlemere United's next game is only a little ways away from starting, but this really was the best time and the best place for both of them to meet up to finalize the terms of this deal.

He had been surprised to find out that Puddlemere United's current owner was an old wizard who was quite happy to sell. The wizard had been looking to get rid of the team for quite some time, but he was also a businessman at heart, and his fiscal sense of responsibility would not allow him to sell the team for any less than it was truly worth.

Of course, with a team like Puddlemere United, there weren't many people in wizarding Britain who could afford to pay what it was worth. Save for Harry, of course. Now here they were, he and the soon-to-be former owner. Just the two of them, a team of lawyers, and Padma Patil. As Harry takes the last contract from one of said lawyers, he reads it over, making sure everything is in order. He's cheating, just a little bit. A magic spell, cast on his eyes, allows him to see any signs of duplicity or trickery inherent in the text before him.

There are none though, the owner really is looking to sell his Quidditch team for a fair price. An exorbitant price as well, to be sure, but ultimately, it's a fair one, given Puddlemere's value. One did not pay chump change for a championship-winning team, after all. Signing his name on the final line of the contract, Harry hands it back to the lawyer and watches as another leans in and murmurs in the old owner's ear. The aged wizard smiles and claps his hands together as he rises from his own seat.

"Well then, that's taken care of! There will of course be some other small finalizations, but I am quite pleased to inform you that you are officially the hopefully-proud owner of the Puddlemere United Quidditch Team! And with that, I shall take my leave. Never did care much for Quidditch anyways. I'm sure Madam Patil here will take care of any of your needs. She has been a faithful employee, in the short time that she's worked for me."

The man holds out a hand to shake, and Harry, smiling, takes hold of it. A quick pump, and then the former owner of Puddlemere United is gone, as are his lawyers. At that point, its just him and Padma, even as the game begins down below. Harry relaxes into his seat, even as he feels a pair of no-doubt gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes on him. Padma is staring, and out of the corner of his eye, he can even see her squirming a little.

She's nervous, of course. Harry isn't surprised about that, given what he knows. Still, best to ease her into things.

"So then, Ms. Patil. I suppose we should talk about the team. I did my research of course, but I would like to hear your thoughts on the team's prospects for taking home a trophy this year, as well as where my resources are needed most to keep Puddlemere as a premiere force in the Quidditch world. I…"

"I'm sorry!"

Blinking, Harry turns his head to look at the blushing Patil witch. He lifts a brow at her, causing her to blush even redder as she shrinks back a little in her chair. Hm, looked like they were doing this right now then.

"Sorry?"

Letting out a shuddering breath, Padma gathers her courage and nods her head rapidly.

"I… I wish to apologize for my father. I hope you don't hate me, I d-didn't tell my father to say those hurtful things a-about Parvati. I don't… I don't have any experience in that kind of arena. Oh, you probably think I'm b-boring and ugly… I'm sorry to bother you with my thoughts my lord, please, I just…"

She's panicking, obviously. Freaking out would be another way to describe it. Reaching out, Harry places a hand over Padma's, causing her to freeze up and stare at him in silence and shock. Smiling, Harry rubs his thumb soothingly into the top of her dark-toned hand. When she doesn't pull away, he speaks.

"You did nothing wrong, Padma. Your father made a mistake, and while he probably does owe me an apology, I'd settle for him apologizing to your sister instead. But you? Of course, you played no part in it. You don't have a conniving bone in your body. As for your looks… you do know that you're a twin, don't you? And that I know Parvati intimately? You're beautiful Padma, just as beautiful on the outside as your sweet sister. And on the inside… well, I'd love to get to know Padma Patil more, if that's what you wanted."

Padma can't quite keep the smile off of her face, though once she realizes its there, she covers it with her other hand, averting her gaze. Harry is in no rush though, and thanks to this little owner's box, they have complete privacy at the moment. He gives the young witch time to collect her thoughts, waiting patiently for her to rejoin him when she's ready.

"I-I've always had a crush on you, you know. I've masturbated to you more times than I can count."

Harry can't help but go a little wide-eyed at that. He was not expecting such a bold statement from the shyer of the two Patil twins. But Padma isn't done, not now that she's finally found her voice. She looks at him with a burning intensity in her gaze, even as she leans in a little closer.

"I'm actually a little upset with Parvati, if I'm being honest. I'm angrier with my father… but she's always known how I felt about you. I'm angry that she got to have sex with my dream man before… b-before I ever did."

She grows a little less bold after that declaration, licking her lips and glancing away as Harry soaks this in and collects himself for a moment. Eventually though, he does speak.

"You say you jilled off to thoughts of me? I have to wonder just what kind of fantasies you used of the two of us, my dear Padma."

He's already a little hard but seeing Padma blushing so cutely as she sneaks hopeful glances his way is just… mm, oh yeah, he's definitely going to be completing a set of twins today, Harry decides it right then and there, even as Padma leans in a little closer, practically whispering her secret fantasies to him, as if afraid someone would hear if she didn't.

"I… I've always wanted to be fucked in public. Parvati doesn't even know that one. She doesn't know… doesn't know how much of a huge pervert I s-secretly am. When I dream of you, I dream of you fucking me where everyone can see. Of you branding me somehow, sometimes its your name across my chest in glowing green lettering, sometimes it's a lightning bolt emblazoned right above my mound as my slit drips with need for you."

Padma takes a deep breath, her chest visibly heaving now beneath her robes as she turns herself on with her own words.

"It doesn't matter how you mark me, only that you do. Just as it doesn't matter how you claim me, only that everyone knows that you have. I want… I want to be your personal fuck toy, my lord. I want to be your pet… your loyal, doting, darling bitch in heat."

By the end of her spiel, she's positively breathless. Harry stares into the face of pure lust and finds himself immensely turned on by just what kind of witch Padma Patil turned out to be. Grinning wickedly and reaching down to stroke at his throbbing cock through his pants, Harry leans in as well, until their faces are less than an inch from touching.

Down below, the game is still going on. No one is paying the owner's box the slightest bit of attention, not when they have pro-quidditch players to watch instead. With that in mind, Harry cocks his head to the side as he stares into Padma's lust-filled, chocolate-brown eyes.

"I don't see any reason that we can't do that right now."

Padma's jaw drops, and then her eyes light up. Before Harry even knows it, the Indian witch is out of her seat, tearing her robes off, and stripping down to nothing but her birthday suit. Presenting her gorgeous body to his gaze, she runs her hands up and down her front, licking her lips needily.

"Do it, my lord. I don't even care if you marry me afterwards or keep me as an actual sex slave for your own pleasure. Take me, right here and now. Claim my every orifice in front of all of these unsuspecting people, make me your… your slutty, whorish little TOY!"

Well, with an offer like that… rising from his own seat, Harry easily pulls apart his robes, pulling his cock from its loose confines within moments. Padma's eyes alight on his member and her smile grows wider still as she sees his big, fat dick waiting for her.

"Kneel, slut. Kneel and accept your baptism as my fuck toy."

The naked Indian witch happily collapses to her knees in the owner's box, despite the somewhat hammy line, and when Harry steps forward, Padma's mouth is open and ready to take in his cock right then and there. Groaning, the powerful young wizard slides his fingers through Padma's dark-brown locks, taking hold of her head even as she sucks and slurps quite enthusiastically at his member. Her inexperience and her lack of skill are immediately clear, but if there's one thing Padma Patil can lay claim to, its being a fast learner.

This is what a virgin slut looks like, Harry supposes. Padma has spent her whole life fantasizing about this moment. She's had a crush on him for who knows how long, and she's left herself untouched just so that she could give everything she has to him and him alone. With that in mind, Harry has to give back, doesn't he?

"I'm going to fuck your face now, Padma. Open wide."

The Indian witch's eyes light up at that, and she does as she's told, stretching her jaw to the breaking point. Her hands press palm down onto the top of her legs, and she grips at her flesh as she anticipates what is to come. Looking down into her lustful, hooded gaze, Harry smirks… and begins to piston forward, even as he holds her head in place all the while.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Padma chokes on his cock immediately, but Harry doesn't let that stop him. And Padma doesn't break down or try to push him away. No, even as the involuntary tears form in her eyes, Padma's gaze is still focused on his face, the reverence and adoration in her watery pupils obvious even now. Even as drool collects on her lower lip before ultimately falling to her chin and then dripping off of it, her tongue slides out of her mouth and writhes along the underside of his pistoning cock.

She's not at all ready to take every last inch of his dick down her throat again and again and again, but she still gives it her best attempt, moving her head with his hands, forcing herself to take as much down her esophagus as she can over and over until Harry groans and throws his head back.

"Here it comes! Gonna… gonna put it all over your face, you little slut!"

And that's exactly what he does. Pulling back, Harry slides his saliva-covered cock out of Padma's throat and mouth and past her lips with a slopping noise. At the same time, despite the abuse she's just suffered, Padma tilts her head back, opens wide, and sticks her tongue out. She's ready for the baptism he promised her. More than ready, she's EAGER.

Harry gives it to her. His seed spurts out of his bell end, covering Padma's caramel-colored face in white sticky ejaculate from her forehead all the way down to her chin. Her tongue catches more than its fair share of cum, which she happily swirls around this way and that, showing it off to him multiple times before ultimately swallowing it down. But the rest of her face does not escape his load, and Harry smiles as he takes in the sight of her facialized features. She looks ruined… but more than that, she looks beautiful.

"Gorgeous. Leave it like that, Padma. Leave my seed all over your cute little face."

"Yes… yes, my lord."

Padma's chest is heaving as she kneels there, breathless. His seed and her saliva both slip down onto the Indian witch's breasts, even as she stares up at him, clearly wanting more. Her eyes flicker between his still-hard cock and his face, but she keeps her hands palm down atop her legs, showing off her discipline, her patient as she awaits his next order.

"… You wanted everyone to see what a slut you were, right?"

Harry's eyes flicker over to the balcony of the owner's box, only a few feet away from them. In their current setting, no one can really see either of them. At most they might be able to see Harry's head as he looks down at her. But if they were to move over to the balcony… well, anyone who looked up could see their activities, if they chose not to continue watching the game going on in the middle of the stadium.

Padma's lips part for a moment, and then her tongue slips out to trace them before she gives Harry a heartfelt, honest answer.

"More than anything, my lord."

"Then I think you know what to do, don't you?"

Padma slowly rises to her feet. It's clear she's excited, and it's not hesitation or trepidation that has her moving carefully, one step in front of the other as she makes her way over to the balcony. Instead, the slutty, needy Indian witch is showing off, presenting her body to him, swaying her hips back and forth in a way she clearly hopes he likes. It's a bit exaggerated, more like an amateur trying to play at being a seductress than anything else.

But Harry doesn't mind. In fact, he quite likes her eagerness and her enthusiasm. Once she's over at the balcony, Padma leans over it. With that, her entire upper half is revealed to the entire stadium. Anyone who looks up will see her, but the owner's box is even higher than the field of play, so it's unlikely any will do so. Still, there's a chance, however small, that someone out there is watching her right now, staring at her cum-covered face and her gorgeous caramel body, as well as her hardened nipples.

Looking back over her shoulder, Padma reaches down between her spread legs and spreads her pussy lips as well for good measure. Moaning needily, she runs her middle finger up and down her spread cunt, flicking at her clit every once in a while.

"Pleeease, my lord… give it to me. Take my virginity. Use this slutty little fuck toy however you like."

Well, with an offer like that, how could Harry refuse? It really was the quiet ones, wasn't it? Chuckling, Harry moves into position behind Padma Patil, revealing himself to the stadium below as well. They wouldn't be able to see much beyond his face and his broad chest over Padma's shoulder, but that was fine. If anyone did end up watching them, there was no doubt that they'd know what was happening, especially with how Padma squealed as he finally pushed inside of her.

Wasting no time in filling her virgin cunt with his cock, Harry groans as he rips right through Padma's virginity. The squeal that follows is cut short by a moan, as the Patil girl proves to be far too wet for a little pain to hold back her pleasure for long. Holding her by her caramel hips, Harry begins to give the slutty Indian witch exactly what she's asked for. He fills her with his cock again and again, pumping in and out of her as Padma clings to the balcony she's bent over for dear life, moaning loudly and lewdly all the while.

Not nearly loud enough to draw attention from the crowd below, of course. The cheers from the stadium goers and the magically amplified voices of the commentators as Puddlemere United faces off against some other quidditch team that Harry hadn't bothered to look up the name of drown out the cries as Padma experiences her first orgasm impaled on his thick, throbbing cock.

Oh, but it's far from her last. Once he draws that first one out of her, Padma can't seem to stop. She cums again and again around his pistoning prick, moaning and squirming and spasming as he fucks her up against the railing harder and harder and harder. Down below, the game is continuing apace. A quick glance tells Harry that so far, Puddlemere is holding its own. However, the game is still fairly close… and it won't end until the Golden Snitch is snatched up regardless. That could literally take days, depending on how elusive the thing wants to be. Or it could just be another hour. Hell, could be another five minutes.

Harry intends to enjoy Padma for as long as possible, though he probably will have them bow out if the game continues past any sort of reasonable time. Fucking her right now though… its heaven. She's tight and wet and squeezing so hard around his pistoning prick as he rams into her over and over again. Harry fills Padma with his man meat, even as he can feel his balls churning, his second release fast approaching.

Reaching down, he grabs the facialized Indian witch by her hair and drags her head back, bringing his lips to her ear as he speaks.

"Going to cum inside of you now, Padma. I'm going to breed you, my little fuck toy. Do you want that? Does that sound nice?"

"F-Fuuuuuck, yessssss!!!"

Padma's resulting orgasm is explosive, and ultimately brings him right over the edge. He fills her womb with his cum as her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. For a moment, Harry simply enjoys the feeling of pumping his seed into a beautiful woman, especially one so perverse, so submissive, so in need of a hand to take her and control her.

Ah, but then the moment begins to end, and Harry finds himself considering Padma's words from earlier. She'd begged him to take ALL of her orifices, hadn't she? And right now, there was one hole that Harry had yet to enter. One last virginity to claim after he'd finished with her mouth and her cunt. Smirking, the powerful wizard slides his wand down between Padma's caramel butt cheeks, right up against her sphincter.

She gasps as he silently casts a spell to clean her anal passage and lube it up for him. Looking back over her shoulder at him, Padma doesn't say a word as she bites her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. Instead, when he pulls his cock from her freshly-fucked cunt, she happily shakes her ass back and forth, clearly desiring him to take her this one last way, to make his claiming of her complete.

Well, Harry has no problem with that. His wand slips back into its holster and his hands grab hold of Padma's gorgeous bouncy behind as he spreads her ass cheeks apart. Then, he brings his messy cock up at her back door and begins to push. She's extremely tight of course, no amount of lube will change that. However, the spell he cast combined with their juices covering his cock, in the end means that there's no way for Padma's asshole to hold him back forever.

Pushing into her draws a long, loud groan from the Indian witch. Padma hunches over, panting heavily and trying to collect her breath, even as Harry fills her with inch after inch of his massive cock. Trying to help her adjust, the young wizard reaches around Padma's body and grabs at her tits. He gropes and squeezes them, drawing some of her focus to that, even as he continues to penetrate her back door more and more.

Eventually, he bottoms out. Harry pauses for a time, letting Padma adjust, giving her some few minutes to get used to having his entire length inside of her. He was content to just lean into her, pinning her to the balcony as she clutched at it and he in turn clutched at her breasts. Taking in the game below, Harry waited until finally, he felt Padma's hands on his and her head tilting back to rest on his left shoulder.

Glancing to his left, Harry smirks at the glazed-over look on Padma's cum-covered face.

"Please, Harry… do it. Fuck my ass as hard as you can. Drill me so deep that I never even THINK about another cock, ever again. Make me your tight little anal whore."

Well, if she's composed enough to speak so lucidly, Harry sees no reason to continue waiting. He pulls back out of Padma's ass ever so slowly, until ultimately only half of his cock is left inside of her. She groans as he does so, anticipating what's to come next. And then it does as Harry thrusts his shaft back into her ass, filling her again. He does this, repeatedly, over and over. And as he does so, he picks up the pace, until he's well and truly buggering her back door with all his might.

Padma reacts spectacularly, squealing like a stuck pig, screaming his praises to the sky. For the first time, she's just loud enough to attract some eyes. Harry can see them watching him and her, and he smiles as he meets the eyes of some very jealous wizards and witches. Jealous of him, jealous of Padma… it matters not. He's above their concerns, above their jealousies, above their attempts to tear him down.

There's something to be said about fucking a spectacular, stunning witch in front of so many people. Most of the stadium never notices Harry and Padma, and it certainly never becomes an issue for the game itself, as neither quidditch team is willing to focus on their audience rather than winning. Even the majority of those who do see them look away, blushing furiously, embarrassed by what they've laid witness to, by the depravity of the two young people in the owner's box.

And in the end, Harry cums in Padma's ass in front of a crowded stadium, most of which are completely unaware of this, even as it happens right then and there. He fills the Indian witch to the brim, painting her bowels white just as he painted her still-dripping cunt. Once he's done, Harry pulls out of her with a grunt and leaves Padma to slump against the balcony, nearly sliding all the way to her knees, mostly out of sight of those few who are still watching them.

It's in that moment that there's a massive uproar down in the stadium. The Golden Snitch has been caught… and it's been caught by Puddlemere United's seeker. Harry grins as he watches the celebrations beginning below, then he steps away and fixes up his robes, tucking his cock back into its confines. Only once he's presentable once more does he turn to Padma, taking in the slutty witch's cum-covered, sweaty, ultimately naked form.

"We'll continue this back at the mansion, Padma. Come along, I'll side-apparate you."

The fact that she would not be allowed to re-dress doesn't need to be said as Harry simply holds a hand out to his new pet, eager to continue things back where he might get to include some of his other witches. Padma slowly lifts herself to her feet, licking her lips as she looks between said hand and his face. Her chocolate-brown eyes never once stray over to her discarded garments. She's just as happy to leave them where they lay as he is. However…

"Can we… can we apparate to your home from in front of the stadium instead?"

It clearly takes a lot for the perverse, but ultimately introverted witch to say. Her eyes are wide with hope, even as they're also glazed over with lust. She's panting breathlessly, and also squirming, her inner thighs rubbing together, showing just how arousing she considers the idea. Smirking slightly, Harry recalls another part of Padma's fantasies. Pulling his wand free, he nods to her.

"Turn around and stay still, pet."

Blinking in confusion, Padma does as she's told practically instantly nonetheless. And once she's turned around… well, Harry has no problem emblazoning a tramp stamp onto the small of her back in glistening, emerald-green letters. Padma shivers as his wand traces out the words he wants there, but she remains still all the same. She continues to remain still as Harry conjures up an honest-to-Merlin collar around her neck as well for good measure.

Only then does he let her see what he put on her, with a conjured hand mirror. Padma lets out a delighted gasp and nearly collapses right then and there as she orgasms on the spot from reading the words 'Property of Harry Potter' on the small of her back. The emerald-green sits into her darker flesh perfectly, visible to all who can see and read it.

And of course, as he conjures a leash to go with her collar and takes her by it to lead her out of the owner's box, pretty much anyone who's anyone can see her.

They walk down the stairs and towards the stadium entrance at a sedate pace, even as numerous witches and wizards take in the sight of the Patil girl in such a… humiliating and degrading state. And Padma… Padma loves every last moment of it. She honestly does, even going so far as to preen under the attention. Her head isn't down, her gaze isn't averted. It's as if all she needed to come out of her shell was to walk before the wizarding world in nothing but her birthday suit, along with the assurance that Harry found her to be very beautiful indeed.

Regardless, they ultimately make it to the entrance of the stadium without much incident. No one wants to confront Lord Potter-Black, not even on a matter of public indecency. And Padma is clearly doing this of her own free will, if the way she flaunts her naked, cum-covered, cum-stuffed body every which way is any indication.

There are comments of course. Snidely made, tinged with jealousy… and all directed at Padma of all people, from witches. Harry finds that more amusing than anything else, that rather than him getting grumblings from the wizards they pass by, it's the witches who are speaking on Padma's appearance and remarking on how much of a whorish slut she is.

Of course, little do they understand that this only turns her on more, and by the time he and Padma finally do apparate out in front of the stadium, she's even hornier than before. As they appear in the foyer of his mansion, Harry is more than a little amused at the sight of Padma falling to her knees right there in the entrance of his home, planting her face on the ground as she reaches back and spreads her thighs and ass cheeks wide apart, exposing both of her cum-stuffed holes.

"Please my lord! Fuck me again! Take me now!"

Well, not one to deny such a pretty witch, Harry pulls his cock out and does just that. He groans as he sinks into her cunt from above, jackhammering into her as he plows her silly right there on the floor. Of course, it's not long before someone passes by.

"Really, Harry? You know, the babies will be old enough eventually that you and Parvati won't be able to do something like this."

The first pair to come across them are Daphne and Tracey, though Daphne's tone is more amused than actual chiding. Before Harry can correct the Slytherin on her case of mistaken identity however, Parvati and Lavender walk onto the scene as well, both stopping dead at the sight of Harry fucking Parvati's twin right there on the floor. When Daphne and Tracey see this, they go wide-eyed as well, glancing between Padma and Parvati in utter uncomprehending confusion for a moment, before ultimately getting it.

"P-Padma?!"

"Mmmhmmm…"

Padma's face looks like that of a total slut, as she moans and mewls and eggs Harry one. Lavender lets out a surprised little laugh, especially when her eyes finally manage to read the tramp stamp on the small of her friend's sister's back, currently upside-down given Padma's face down, ass up position.

"Hah! Holy shit, I think your sister is even more of a slut than you, Par!"

"You! I… what the fuck?!"

Daphne and Tracey can't help but giggle as well, even as more and more of Harry's wives seem to come out of the wood works.

"Ooh are we about to have an orgy?"

"I want in!"

"Why does everyone still have their clothes on?!"

As Gabrielle, Astoria, and Fleur all make their presences known as well, things ultimately go… wild to say the least. Eventually Hannah and Susan happen upon what's going on at the front of the mansion as well, but only after the pair of Hufflepuffs are guided there by the sounds of frenzied lovemaking, wanton moaning, and numerous girls getting off.

Meanwhile, Harry simply enjoys the show as his other wives all strip down to prove they're just as slutty and eager to fuck as Padma clearly is. He cums inside of Padma, before murmuring in her ear a naughty little order. Before Parvati even knows what's happening, she's eating his seed out of Padma's cunt as the more bookish of the twins plants her freshly fucked mound atop her sister's face. She's able to sneak up on the Gryffindor half of the sisters because Lavender is currently between Parvati's legs, eating her out and fingering herself.

She's also swaying her hips back and forth in Harry's direction, clearly intending to entice him over at some point, but for now Harry moves on to others instead. It didn't really start out as an orgy, but these are just the sorts of witches that Harry has married. And now he's adding another to the pile, regardless of Padma's claims to the contrary. She might not have carried whether she was a wife or a fuck toy, but Harry wanted her to stand on equal ground with the rest of the witches in his life. And when she had children, as he knew she undoubtedly would, he intended for those children to be well taken care of, just like the rest of his wives' offspring would be.

In the end, he might have gone into this expecting nothing more than an investment in a professional quidditch team, but Harry couldn't really bring himself to be unhappy with the ultimate results of his… negotiations. He'd finally completed his set of twins, the Patil sisters both quite happy hanging off his arms… or kneeling before him and worshipping his cock with their tongues.

His loving, loyal witches. Harry adored them all, so very much.

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