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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.
Harry's fingers dug into the smooth, dark brown skin of her hips as he drove his cock deep into her pussy, watching her magnificent arse ripple with each thrust. The sight was mesmerising. Her cheeks were round and full, jiggling enticingly as his hips slapped against them, and Harry couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Fuck, Padma," he groaned, pulling her back onto his cock. "You feel incredible."
She moaned in response, her back arching beautifully as she braced herself against the arm of the sofa. Her long, silky black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight, swaying with every movement. Harry reached forward and gathered it in his fist, pulling gently, and she let out a keening cry that went straight to his balls.
"Harder, Harry!" she gasped. "Don't hold back!"
Harry obliged, increasing his pace until the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the living room. Her pussy was impossibly tight, gripping his cock like it never wanted to let go, and Harry had to grit his teeth to keep from cumming on the spot.
Best Valentine's Day ever, he thought hazily.
The evening had been perfect from start to finish. He had been exchanging letters with Padma for months now, ever since they had reconnected at a Ministry function last autumn. What had started as polite correspondence had gradually evolved into something more, their letters growing longer and more personal with each exchange. Harry had found himself looking forward to her neat handwriting, to the way she quoted obscure texts and then apologised for being "too bookish."
When he had asked her to dinner for Valentine's Day, his heart had been pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it through the parchment.
She had said yes.
The date itself had been wonderful. A quiet restaurant in Muggle London, candlelit and intimate. Padma had looked stunning in a modest but elegant dress, her warm brown eyes sparkling with golden flecks as she laughed at his jokes. She had been nervous, he could tell. A bit clumsy with her wine glass, blushing whenever their fingers accidentally touched.
Adorable, Harry had thought. Absolutely adorable.
When she had invited him back to her flat for a nightcap, Harry had barely been able to contain his excitement. They had apparated to her building, climbed the stairs hand in hand, and she had let him into her cosy living room.
"Make yourself comfortable," she had said, gesturing to the sofa. "I just need to freshen up."
Harry had settled onto the plush cushions, loosening his tie and looking around the flat. It was exactly what he would have expected from Padma. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with tomes on everything from ancient runes to magical theory. A few plants sat on the windowsill, and the furniture was comfortable rather than fashionable.
He had been examining a particularly interesting text on defensive enchantments when she returned, and Harry's brain had completely short-circuited.
The woman who walked back into the living room bore little resemblance to the shy, modestly dressed witch who had left it. Her dress had somehow transformed. The neckline now plunged so low that her magnificent tits were practically spilling out, the dark fabric straining to contain them. Her breasts were soft and heavy, perfectly shaped, and Harry could see the curve of her dusky nipples threatening to escape with every breath.
And the hem. Merlin, the hem. The dress that had fallen demurely to her knees now barely covered her arse, riding up with every step to flash glimpses of her bare pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties, and Harry had stared in shock as her smooth, shaven cunt winked at him with each stride.
"I've been waiting for this," she had purred, sauntering toward him with a confidence that made his cock throb.
Before Harry could formulate a single coherent thought, she had dropped to her knees in front of him and started working on his trousers. Her fingers had been quick and sure, nothing like the clumsy nervousness from dinner, and within seconds his cock had sprung free.
"Oh, Harry," she had breathed, her eyes widening at the sight of him. "Even bigger than I imagined."
And then her mouth had descended on him, and Harry had stopped thinking entirely.
Now, as he pounded into her from behind, Harry congratulated himself on finally being able to tell the Patil twins apart. It had taken him years, but he had cracked it. The differences were subtle but unmistakeable once you knew what to look for.
Padma always wore her hair parted on the left. Padma had a tiny birthmark behind her right ear. Padma's nose crinkled slightly when she smiled, while Parvati's didn't. And most importantly, Padma had a fuller figure than her sister, with wider hips and a rounder arse.
Definitely Padma, Harry thought smugly as he watched her gorgeous cheeks bounce. I'd recognise this arse anywhere.
"Fuck me harder!" she demanded, pushing back against him. "I want to feel you for days!"
Harry grinned. He had always suspected Padma had a wild side hidden beneath that studious exterior. It seemed he had been right.
He adjusted his angle, driving deeper, and she let out a scream that probably woke the neighbours.
"Yes! Right there! Don't stop!"
Harry had no intention of stopping. He reached around to cup one of her heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her nipple. She keened, her pussy clenching around him.
"You love this, don't you?" Harry growled. "Love having my fat cock stretching your tight little cunt?"
"Yes!" she gasped. "I love it! I've wanted this for so long!"
"How long?" Harry asked, punctuating the question with a particularly hard thrust.
"Years!" she moaned. "Ever since the Yule Ball! You ignored me all night, and I swore I'd make you want me!"
Harry's rhythm faltered for just a moment. The Yule Ball? That had been years ago. He remembered taking Parvati, not Padma. Padma had been Ron's date. Had she secretly harboured feelings for him all this time?
She must have, Harry reasoned, resuming his thrusts. Watching me from across the Great Hall, wishing she was in her sister's place.
The thought made him even harder, and he pounded into her with renewed vigour.
"Going to make you cum so hard," he promised. "Going to fill this perfect pussy until you're dripping—"
"Parvati!"
The voice came from behind him, and Harry's blood turned to ice.
He whipped his head around to find another woman standing in the hallway entrance. She was wearing the same dress from dinner, modest and elegant, her hair parted on the left. Her warm brown eyes with their golden flecks were wide with shock and fury, and there was a tiny birthmark visible behind her right ear.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Harry's gaze snapped back to the woman impaled on his cock. The same face. The same silky black hair. The same smooth, dark brown skin. But her hair was parted on the right. And now that he looked more closely, there was no birthmark behind her ear.
"Padma!" Not-Padma exclaimed, looking back over her shoulder with an expression of feigned innocence. "You're back!"
"Get off him!" Padma shrieked, her face flushing with rage. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
"What does it look like I'm doing, sister dear?" Parvati replied with a wicked grin. "I'm getting fucked by Harry Potter. Something you were too scared to do yourself."
Harry's mind was reeling. He had been fucking the wrong twin. He had spent months building a connection with Padma, and then Parvati had swooped in and stolen his cock while her sister was in the bathroom.
"Padma, I..." Harry started, but he had no idea how to finish that sentence. What could he possibly say? Sorry I fucked your sister by accident? Sorry I couldn't tell you apart even though I was just congratulating myself on being able to do exactly that?
"Aren't you going to pull out?" Padma demanded, her voice cracking.
Right. Yes. He should probably do that.
Harry withdrew from Parvati's pussy with a wet sound, his cock glistening with her arousal. It bobbed heavily between them, still achingly hard, and Padma's eyes dropped to it involuntarily before snapping back up to glare at her sister.
"How dare you!" Padma shouted, advancing on Parvati. "I told you I liked him! I told you about the letters! And you just... you just..."
"I just took what I wanted," Parvati said with a shrug, finally rising from her bent-over position. She didn't bother adjusting her dress, leaving her pussy and most of her tits on full display. "You've been dancing around this for months. Writing letters like some Victorian spinster. If you wanted him, you should have done something about it."
"We were taking things slow!"
"You were being a coward," Parvati countered. "I did you a favour. Now you know what you're missing."
Padma's eyes flicked to Harry's cock again, and he watched her swallow hard. Even in her fury, she couldn't seem to stop looking at it. His shaft was thick and veined, still slick with her sister's juices, and Harry saw something shift in Padma's expression.
"Besides," Parvati continued, her voice taking on a silky quality, "it's not like you would have known what to do with it. When's the last time you even had a cock inside you, Padma? Those books you love so much don't count."
Padma flushed, and Harry realised that Parvati had struck a nerve.
"That's not..." Padma started, but her sister cut her off.
"How many wizards have you been with? None?" Parvati smirked. "Face it, sister. Harry needs a woman who knows how to handle a cock like his. Not some timid bookworm who would probably cry the first time he put it in."
"I wouldn't cry!" Padma protested, her cheeks burning.
"Oh, really?" Parvati raised an eyebrow. "Then prove it."
The words hung in the air between them. Harry stood frozen, his cock still painfully hard, watching the sisters face off. He should probably say something. Apologise. Leave. Something.
But then Padma's chin lifted with determination, and her fingers went to the zip at the back of her dress.
"Fine," she said, her voice trembling slightly but resolute. "I'll prove it."
Harry's mouth went dry as Padma pulled down her zip, letting the fabric fall away from her shoulders. The modest dress that had charmed him at dinner pooled at her feet, revealing a body that made his cock twitch violently.
Merlin's fucking beard.
If Parvati was beautiful, Padma was a goddess. Her curves were fuller than her sister's, her hips wider, more generous. Her arse was round and plump, the kind of arse that begged to be grabbed and squeezed and worshipped. But it was her breasts that truly stole his breath.
They were magnificent. Heavy and soft, larger than Parvati's, with dusky nipples that were already hardening in the cool air. They swayed gently as she stepped out of her dress, and Harry had to resist the urge to drop to his knees and bury his face between them.
She was wearing a pair of delicate lace panties. Proper panties, not the absence of any that Parvati had been sporting. But where Parvati's boldness had been electric, Padma's shy nervousness was somehow even more arousing.
"Padma," Harry breathed. "You're beautiful."
She flushed at the compliment, her arms twitching like she wanted to cover herself. But she forced them to stay at her sides, standing there in nothing but her panties and a determined expression.
"I can handle you," she said, though her voice wavered slightly. "I can handle your... your..."
"His cock?" Parvati supplied helpfully, sidling up behind Harry and wrapping her hand around his shaft. "His big, fat, monster cock that was just buried inside my pussy?"
Padma's eyes locked onto Parvati's hand stroking Harry's length, and Harry watched her throat work as she swallowed.
"Yes," Padma said firmly. "I can handle his cock."
"Then come over here and prove it."
Harry didn't know who moved first. One moment Padma was standing by the hallway, and the next she was right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfume. Her eyes were fixed on his cock with a mixture of determination and trepidation.
"Touch it," Parvati encouraged from behind him, her hand still wrapped around his base. "See what you've been missing all these months while you were writing letters."
Padma reached out, her fingers trembling slightly, and wrapped her hand around Harry's shaft above her sister's grip. Her touch was tentative, exploratory, so different from Parvati's confident strokes.
"It's so warm," Padma murmured, almost to herself. "And hard. I didn't think..."
"Didn't think what?" Harry asked gently, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He could see the tiny birthmark now, the one that marked her as the real Padma.
"I didn't think it would be this big," she admitted, her cheeks darkening. "In the books, they always say... but this is..."
"Impressive?" Parvati suggested with a laugh. "Mind-blowing? Terrifying?"
"All of those," Padma whispered.
Her hand began to move, stroking him slowly, learning his shape. Harry groaned at the sensation, at the contrast between the two sisters. Parvati's confident grip at the base, Padma's hesitant exploration above.
"That's it," Harry encouraged. "You're doing so well."
Padma looked up at him with those warm brown eyes, and Harry felt something twist in his chest. This was the woman he had been writing to for months. The one whose letters he had cherished. The one he had been falling for.
"I want to taste you," she said suddenly, then immediately looked mortified at her own boldness.
"Then taste him," Parvati urged. "Show me what you can do, sister dear."
Padma sank to her knees in front of Harry, her movements graceful despite her obvious nervousness. She was eye-level with his cock now, and she stared at it like it was a particularly complex arithmancy problem she needed to solve.
"Just start slow," Harry suggested gently. "There's no rush."
Padma nodded, then leaned forward and placed a tentative kiss on the head of his cock.
Harry's breath caught. The touch was feather-light, almost innocent, but somehow more erotic than anything Parvati had done. Padma's lips were soft and warm, and when she pulled back, a thin strand of his pre-cum connected them for just a moment.
"Oh," she said softly, licking her lips. "It tastes..."
"Salty?" Parvati offered.
"Good," Padma corrected, and Harry's cock jumped at the word.
She leaned in again, this time letting her tongue dart out to trace the ridge of his head. Harry groaned, his hands clenching at his sides. He wanted to grab her hair, wanted to thrust into her mouth, but he held himself back. This was her pace. Her exploration.
"More," she whispered, then took the head of his cock into her mouth.
The wet heat of her was incredible. Padma's technique was unpractised, nothing like Parvati's skilled worship from earlier, but her enthusiasm made up for any lack of experience. She bobbed her head slowly, taking a little more of him with each pass, her tongue swirling clumsily around his shaft.
"Fuck, Padma," Harry groaned. "Your mouth feels amazing."
She hummed around him, pleased by the praise, and the vibration made Harry's knees weak.
Parvati had circled around and was now kneeling beside her sister, watching with a critical eye. "You need to relax your throat," she advised. "Let him slide deeper."
Padma pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Harry's cock. "I'm trying," she said, sounding frustrated with herself.
"Here, watch me." Parvati leaned in and took Harry's cock into her mouth in one smooth motion, swallowing half his length before pulling back. "See? Just relax and let it happen."
Padma watched her sister with narrowed eyes, then grabbed Harry's cock and guided it back to her own lips. This time she took him deeper, fighting her gag reflex, determined to prove herself.
"That's it," Harry encouraged, his hand finally finding her hair. The silky strands slipped through his fingers like water. "You're doing so well, Padma. Such a good girl."
She moaned around his cock, taking him even deeper, and Harry had to grip her hair tighter to keep from thrusting into her throat.
Then Parvati's tongue joined her sister's, licking up the side of Harry's shaft while Padma sucked the head. The sensation of two mouths on his cock at once was almost too much to bear.
"Fuck," Harry groaned. "Both of you. At once. I'm not going to last."
Parvati pulled back with a grin. "Then don't waste it on a blowjob. My sister wanted to prove she could handle you, remember?"
Padma released his cock with a wet pop, looking up at Harry with swollen lips and bright eyes. "I want you inside me," she said, her shyness momentarily forgotten. "I want to feel you stretching me."
Harry pulled her to her feet, his hands immediately going to her heavy breasts. He had been dying to touch them since the moment she revealed them, and now he finally could. They were even softer than he had imagined, filling his palms perfectly, her hard nipples pressing against his skin.
"Beautiful," he murmured, squeezing gently. "Absolutely perfect."
Padma whimpered as he played with her tits, her hips pressing forward instinctively. Harry could feel the heat of her through her panties, could see the damp spot forming on the delicate lace.
"On the sofa," he commanded. "On your back. I want to see your face when I enter you."
Padma obeyed immediately, settling onto the cushions with her legs spread. Harry hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly, reverently, pulled them down her long legs.
Her pussy was beautiful. Unlike Parvati's shaven smoothness, Padma had a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair above her slit. Her outer lips were puffy and pink, glistening with arousal, and when Harry spread her thighs wider, he could see how wet she was.
"So pretty," he murmured, running a finger through her folds. Padma gasped, her hips bucking. "So wet for me."
"Please, Harry," she begged. "I need you."
Harry positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her opening. She was tight. Even tighter than Parvati had been. And he was big. This was going to be a stretch for her.
"Are you sure?" he asked, giving her one last chance to back out.
"Yes," she said firmly. "I want this. I want you."
Harry pushed forward slowly, just the tip at first. Padma gasped, her eyes going wide, her fingers clutching at the sofa cushions.
"Merlin," she breathed. "You're so... so..."
"Big?" Parvati suggested from where she had settled at the other end of the sofa, lazily fingering herself as she watched. "I told you, sister. He's a lot to handle."
Harry pushed in another inch, and Padma let out a sound that was half moan, half whimper. Her pussy was gripping him like a vice, her walls fluttering around his shaft as they tried to accommodate his girth.
"Breathe," Harry instructed gently. "Just relax and breathe."
Padma nodded, taking a deep breath, and Harry felt her muscles loosen slightly. He pushed forward again, sinking another few inches into her wet heat.
"Oh fuck," Padma gasped. "Harry, I... it's so much..."
"You're doing beautifully," he assured her, stroking her thigh. "Just a little more."
He pushed again, and this time he bottomed out, his entire length buried inside her. Padma's back arched off the sofa, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
"All the way," Harry groaned, overwhelmed by her tightness. "You took all of me, Padma. Such a good girl."
"It feels..." Padma panted, her eyes unfocused. "I've never... it's so deep..."
Harry held still, letting her adjust, even though every instinct screamed at him to move. He could feel her pulse racing through her walls, could feel her body slowly relaxing around his intrusion.
"Ready?" he asked after a long moment.
Padma nodded, biting her lip. "Yes. Please. Move."
Harry pulled back slowly, then pushed forward again, setting a gentle rhythm. Padma moaned with every thrust, her heavy tits bouncing on her chest, her fingers still gripping the cushions like her life depended on it.
"Oh!" she cried out as he hit a particularly good spot. "Right there! Harry!"
"There?" he asked, angling his hips to hit that spot again.
"YES!"
Padma was loud. Louder than Harry had expected from the shy bookworm. Her moans echoed through the flat, mixing with the wet sounds of their joining.
"Harder," she begged, her shyness completely forgotten. "Please, Harry, harder!"
Harry obliged, increasing his pace until the sofa was creaking beneath them. Padma wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his arse.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Harry! Make me cum!"
"Listen to you," Parvati laughed from her end of the sofa, her fingers working furiously between her own legs. "The proper little Ravenclaw, begging for cock."
"Shut up," Padma snapped at her sister, then moaned as Harry thrust particularly hard. "Oh Merlin, don't stop!"
Harry had no intention of stopping. He pounded into her with everything he had, watching her tits bounce wildly with each thrust. She was magnificent like this, all that shy restraint stripped away to reveal the passionate woman underneath.
"Getting close," Padma gasped, her pussy starting to clench rhythmically around him. "Harry, I'm... I'm going to..."
"Cum for me," Harry commanded. "Cum on my cock, Padma."
She shattered with a scream, her whole body convulsing as her orgasm hit. Her pussy clamped down on Harry so hard it was almost painful, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.
Harry fucked her through it, prolonging her release, but he could feel his own orgasm building. The combination of her tight cunt and her beautiful face twisted in ecstasy was pushing him rapidly toward the edge.
"Going to cum," he warned. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside!" Padma gasped without hesitation. "I want to feel you cum inside me!"
"Fuck!" Harry roared as his orgasm hit. His cock pulsed violently, pumping rope after rope of hot cum deep into Padma's pussy. "Take it! Take all of it!"
"Yes!" Padma screamed, another smaller orgasm triggering as she felt him filling her. "Oh fuck, Harry! So much!"
Harry collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for air. He could feel his cum already starting to leak out around his softening cock, mixing with her arousal and dripping onto the sofa below.
"That was..." Padma panted.
"Incredible," Harry finished for her.
A slow clap made them both look up. Parvati was watching them with an amused expression, her fingers glistening with her own release.
"Not bad, sister," she admitted. "Not bad at all. Though I still think I sucked his cock better."
Padma's eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that."
Harry's cock twitched back to life.
Happy Valentine's Day indeed.
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.