I struggled so much with chapter 7 that I wrote this before I had finished with that, and I didn't feel like posting them out of order (sorry for the wait!) Make sure you read chapter 7 also if you haven't already!
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Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
Harry stood on the landing outside the girls' room, completely naked, the invisibility cloak slung over his shoulder like a trophy.
His cock hung heavy between his thighs, still slick with Apolline's juices, still half-hard from what he'd just done to her on the kitchen table. The smell of sex clung to his skin. He could still feel the phantom grip of her cunt around his shaft, still hear her begging him to breed her.
They wanted me naked, Harry thought, staring at the closed door. They stole my clothes. They wanted to see me squirm.
The old Harry would have wrapped himself in the cloak. Would have crept through the room with his head down, avoiding eye contact, pretending this whole holiday hadn't turned him into the personal fucktoy of every gorgeous witch under this roof.
That Harry had died on the kitchen table about five minutes ago.
He opened the door.
Three heads turned toward him. Three gorgeous witches, arranged on Hermione's bed in their slutty nightclothes, their faces alight with anticipation. They'd been waiting for him. Waiting to see him stumble through, red-faced and stammering, his massive cock swinging helplessly while they giggled and teased and made him suffer.
Ginny wore his old Quidditch jersey again, the fabric bunched at her waist, her bare legs curled beneath her on the bed. Hermione had on her tiny thong and loose crop top, the hem riding up to show the soft curve of her underboob. And Gabrielle... Gabrielle wore that sheer nightgown that hid absolutely nothing, her pink nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric, her perfect Veela body on full display.
Their eyes dropped to his cock immediately. All three of them. Like witches possessed.
Harry let them look.
He stood in the doorway, making no move to cover himself, letting his heavy shaft hang thick and proud between his thighs. The firelight from the hearth caught the wet gleam of Apolline's juices on his skin, and he saw Gabrielle's nostrils flare as she caught a scent she didn't quite recognise.
"'Arry!" Gabrielle recovered first, her smile turning predatory. "We 'ave been waiting for you. Did you enjoy your shower? I 'ope you did not 'ave trouble finding your—"
"Get on your knees."
The words left his mouth before he'd consciously decided to speak them. His voice was flat. Commanding.
All three witches went still.
Ginny's teasing smile faltered. "Harry, what—"
"I said get on your knees." Harry tossed the invisibility cloak onto the nearest chair without looking at it. He walked toward the bed with slow, deliberate strides, his cock swaying with each step. "You stole my clothes. You wanted to see my cock so badly. Now you're going to worship it."
Hermione's cheeks flushed pink, her brown eyes going wide. But Harry saw her thighs press together beneath the thin fabric of her thong, saw the way her chest rose and fell faster.
Ginny moved first.
She slid off the bed and dropped to her knees on the wooden floor, her red hair tumbling over her shoulders, her freckled face tilted up toward him with a defiance that was already crumbling at the edges. "About bloody time, Potter."
Hermione followed a moment later, sinking down beside Ginny with her cheeks still burning, her magnificent tits straining against her crop top as she knelt. She couldn't quite meet his eyes, but her gaze kept dropping to his cock, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Gabrielle was last. She rose from the bed with fluid Veela grace, her sheer nightgown doing nothing to hide the sway of her heavy breasts or the dark shadow between her thighs. She knelt between the other two, directly in front of his shaft, close enough that her breath ghosted across his sensitive skin.
"Zis is new," she murmured, her ice-blue eyes travelling up his body to meet his gaze. "I like eet."
Harry reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, lifting it until the thick head hovered inches from Gabrielle's parted lips.
"Lick."
Gabrielle's tongue slid out immediately, dragging a slow line up the underside of his shaft. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tasted him, and Harry saw her brow furrow slightly.
"You taste... different," she breathed against his cock. "Zere is something..."
"Keep licking."
She obeyed without further questions, her tongue working along his length with renewed enthusiasm. Ginny leaned in from the side, her lips finding the base of his shaft, pressing wet kisses against his heated skin. Hermione watched them both for a moment, her face scarlet, before she ducked her head and joined in, her tongue tentatively exploring the opposite side.
Three tongues on his cock.
Harry groaned, his head falling back as sensation flooded through him. Three beautiful mouths, three sets of soft lips, all working him at once. Ginny was aggressive, her tongue tracing his veins with confident strokes. Hermione was hesitant but growing bolder, her licks becoming longer, more eager. And Gabrielle... Gabrielle was worshipping him, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, moaning softly against his shaft like sucking his cock was the greatest treat she'd ever received.
Their lips brushed against each other as they worked. Ginny's mouth met Gabrielle's around the crown of his cock, and for a moment they kissed around him, their tongues tangling together with his sensitive head trapped between them. Hermione whimpered at the sight, then leaned in and added her own tongue to the mix.
"Fuck," Harry breathed, watching three gorgeous witches make out around his cock. "That's it. Just like that."
Gabrielle pulled back, a strand of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his shaft. "You 'ave changed, 'Arry Potter." Her voice was husky, her accent thicker than usual. "What 'appened to you tonight?"
Harry didn't answer. He couldn't exactly admit that the juices she was so eagerly licking off his cock was from her own mother, which he had just finished defiling and filling to the brim with his seed on the kitchen table downstairs. Instead, he reached down and fisted his hand in her silvery-blonde hair, guiding her mouth back to his cock.
"Less talking. More sucking."
Gabrielle's eyes went wide for just a moment. Then they darkened with lust, and she opened her mouth and swallowed him whole.
Her throat was tight and hot around his shaft, her lips stretched obscenely wide as she took him deeper than she ever had before. Harry held her there, his cock buried in her throat, watching her eyes water as she struggled to breathe around his girth.
"Good girl," he murmured.
Gabrielle moaned around him, the vibration making his balls tighten.
He pulled her off his cock with a wet gasp and turned to Ginny. "Your turn."
Ginny didn't hesitate. She lunged forward and took him into her mouth, her red hair swinging as she bobbed her head eagerly. She was louder than Gabrielle, making obscene slurping sounds as she sucked him, her freckled cheeks hollowing with effort.
"Merlin, yes," Harry groaned. "You love this, don't you? You love having my cock in your mouth."
"Mmph!" Ginny tried to speak around his shaft, failed, and settled for nodding enthusiastically instead.
Harry let her work him for a long moment, enjoying the wet heat of her mouth, the skilled flicks of her tongue. Then he pulled her off and turned to Hermione.
His best friend looked up at him with wide brown eyes, her chest heaving, her lips parted. She hadn't said a word since he'd walked in. She didn't need to. Her body was speaking loudly enough. Her nipples were visibly hard through her crop top. The crotch of her tiny thong was dark with moisture.
"Hermione."
She swallowed hard. "Harry, I..."
"Open your mouth."
She opened her mouth.
Harry fed his cock between her lips slowly, watching her jaw stretch to accommodate him, watching her eyes flutter closed as his taste flooded her tongue. She moaned softly, her hands coming up to grip his thighs, her nails digging into his skin.
He pushed deeper. Hermione gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but she didn't pull away. Her throat convulsed around him as she fought to take more, to prove she could handle him.
"That's my girl," Harry breathed. "You can take it. I know you can."
Hermione whimpered and pushed forward, forcing another inch of cock down her throat.
"Fuck." Harry's voice came out strangled. "Hermione..."
He held her there for a long moment, marvelling at the sight of his brilliant best friend with her face buried in his crotch, his entire cock disappeared down her throat. Then he pulled back and let her breathe.
Hermione gasped for air, saliva dripping from her chin, her eyes streaming. She looked utterly debauched. She looked perfect.
"On the bed," Harry commanded. "All three of you. On your hands and knees."
They scrambled to obey.
Within seconds, three gorgeous witches were arranged on Hermione's bed, their arses raised toward him, their faces pressed into the pillows. Ginny was on the left, her athletic arse pale and freckled, her pink pussy glistening between her toned thighs. Hermione was in the middle, her magnificent cheeks round and full, her tiny thong pulled to the side to reveal her dripping cunt. And Gabrielle was on the right, her Veela arse absolutely magnificent, her pussy hairless and perfect, her arousal coating her inner thighs.
Harry stood behind them, his cock throbbing, taking in the view.
Three pussies. Three desperate, dripping pussies, all presented for his use. His ex-girlfriend, his best friend, and the Veela princess who'd spent months planning his seduction. All of them on their knees, waiting for him to claim them.
He stepped up behind Ginny first.
She moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, coating himself in her juices. "Harry, please... I've been waiting all day... I need it..."
Harry gripped her hips and slammed forward.
"FUCK!" Ginny's scream echoed through the room as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her cunt clenched around him, tight and hot and absolutely soaking. "Oh Merlin, yes! Yes, Harry, fuck me!"
He didn't hold back. He pounded into her with hard, fast strokes that made her arse ripple with each impact, that made the bed shake beneath them. Ginny wailed into her pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her whole body trembling.
"Harder!" she demanded. "Fuck me harder! I want to feel it for days!"
Harry obliged. He grabbed her red hair and yanked her head back, fucking her with savage intensity, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. Ginny's moans turned to screams, her cunt gripping him like a vice.
Beside her, Hermione and Gabrielle watched with wide eyes, their own pussies clenching around nothing, desperate for their turn.
"You like watching?" Harry demanded, still pounding Ginny. "You like watching me fuck her brains out?"
"Oui," Gabrielle breathed, her hand slipping between her thighs. "Eet is so 'ot..."
"Don't touch yourself." Harry's voice was sharp. "You don't cum until I say you can."
Gabrielle whimpered but obeyed, her hand retreating.
Ginny was close. Harry could feel it in the way her cunt was rippling around him, the way her moans were growing higher and more desperate. He reached around and found her clit, rubbing it hard.
"Cum," he ordered. "Cum on my cock, Ginny."
She exploded.
"HARRY!" Her scream was loud enough to wake the entire house. Her pussy clamped down on him so hard it was almost painful, her whole body shaking through her orgasm. Harry kept fucking her through it, extending her pleasure, making her squirt around his shaft until the sheets beneath her were soaked.
When she finally collapsed onto the bed, boneless and gasping, Harry pulled out and stepped sideways.
Hermione was next.
"Harry..." Her voice trembled as he positioned himself behind her. Her magnificent arse was raised high, her pussy dripping, her whole body quivering with anticipation. "Please be gentle, I—"
He thrust forward.
"OH!" Hermione's back arched as he filled her completely, her cunt stretching around his girth. "Oh, Harry... oh Merlin..."
He wasn't gentle.
He fucked her the same way he'd fucked Ginny, hard and fast and relentless. Hermione buried her face in the pillow to muffle her screams, but they still came through, desperate and wanton and completely unlike the reserved girl he'd known for seven years.
"That's it," Harry growled, watching his cock disappear into her over and over. "Let it out. Let everyone hear what a little slut you are for my cock."
"I'm not... I'm not a..." Hermione tried to protest, but her words dissolved into a moan as he hit a particularly deep spot inside her.
"You are," Harry corrected, punctuating each word with a thrust. "You're my slut. My perfect, brilliant slut who begs me to cum inside her."
Hermione whimpered. Her hands fisted in the sheets. Her cunt clenched around him.
"Say it," Harry demanded. "Tell me what you are."
"I... I can't..."
He slowed down, his thrusts becoming torturously slow, barely moving inside her.
Hermione sobbed with frustration. "Harry, please..."
"Say it."
"I'm... I'm your slut!" The words burst out of her like a confession. "I'm your slut, Harry! I'll do anything you want! Just please, please keep fucking me!"
Harry rewarded her by slamming back in hard.
Hermione screamed.
He fucked her harder than before, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her bushy brown hair. She was completely undone, all her reservations stripped away, reduced to nothing but a moaning, trembling mess beneath him.
"I'm cumming!" she wailed. "Harry, I'm cumming! I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm CUMMING!"
Her orgasm was violent. Her entire body seized up, her cunt spasming around his cock, her juices flooding down his shaft. She shook so hard that Harry had to hold her in place, had to keep her from collapsing entirely.
When it finally passed, Hermione slumped forward onto the bed beside Ginny, both of them panting and trembling, completely spent.
Harry turned to Gabrielle.
She was the only one still on her hands and knees, her Veela body trembling with need, her pussy absolutely dripping. She'd watched him fuck both of the other witches, watched them cum screaming on his cock, and she'd had to wait. Had to feel her arousal build and build with no relief.
Her strategic mask was gone. The confident seductress who'd planned this entire holiday had been stripped away, leaving nothing but raw, desperate need.
"Please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "'Arry, please. I cannot wait anymore. I need you inside me. I need eet so badly..."
Harry stepped up behind her, rubbing his cock along her soaking slit.
Gabrielle whimpered. Her hips pushed back against him, trying to take him inside, but he held himself just out of reach.
"You engineered all of this, didn't you?" Harry murmured, still teasing her entrance. "This whole holiday. Stealing my clothes. Getting me alone with you that first night. All of it was your plan."
"Oui," Gabrielle admitted, her voice desperate. "I planned everything. I wanted you, 'Arry. I 'ave wanted you for so long..."
"And now you have me." He pushed forward just enough to let the head of his cock slip inside her, then stopped. "Was it worth it?"
"YES!" Gabrielle tried to push back, to take more of him, but Harry's grip on her hips held her in place. "Please, 'Arry! Please fuck me! I'll do anyzing! I'll be your perfect slut! I'll share you wiz all ze ozzers! I don't care anymore! Just please, please, PLEASE—"
Harry slammed forward.
Gabrielle's scream was the loudest yet. Her tight Veela cunt stretched around his impossible girth, her inner walls rippling, her whole body shaking.
"YES!" she wailed. "Yes yes yes! Finally! 'Arry, you feel so good inside me!"
He didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard and fast from the first stroke, his hips pistoning, his balls slapping against her clit. The bed creaked beneath them. The headboard banged against the wall. Gabrielle screamed without restraint, all her Veela composure shattered.
"I love your cock!" she cried, her silvery-blonde hair whipping back and forth. "I love eet so much! Please don't stop! Please never stop!"
Beside them, Ginny and Hermione had recovered enough to watch, their eyes wide as they witnessed the proud Veela princess reduced to a begging, screaming mess.
"She's completely gone," Ginny breathed, her voice awed.
"I've never seen her like this," Hermione agreed, her cheeks flushed.
Harry grabbed Gabrielle's hair and yanked her head back, forcing her spine to arch. The new angle let him go even deeper, and Gabrielle's screams reached a new pitch.
"You're mine," Harry growled in her ear. "Say it."
"I'm yours!" The words tumbled out without hesitation. "I'm yours, 'Arry! All yours! My pussy is yours! My mouth is yours! My arse is yours! Everything! I belong to you!"
"Good girl."
Gabrielle's orgasm hit her like a wave.
Her entire body went rigid, her cunt clamping down on his cock so hard that Harry couldn't move. She screamed his name over and over, her pussy gushing around him, her legs trembling so violently she could barely stay upright.
And it didn't stop.
Her orgasm went on and on, rolling through her in waves, each one making her clench tighter around him. Harry held himself still inside her, letting her ride it out, feeling her body milk his cock with desperate contractions.
"'Arry..." Gabrielle's voice was broken now, barely a whisper. "'Arry... 'Arry..."
When her orgasm finally began to fade, she collapsed forward onto the bed, her whole body shaking, tears streaming down her beautiful face.
Harry pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her juices.
He was close. So close. His balls ached with the need to release.
"On your knees," he commanded. "All of you. Now."
The three witches scrambled to obey.
They slid off the bed and dropped to their knees on the wooden floor in front of him, their faces tilted up toward his throbbing cock. Ginny's red hair was wild and tangled. Hermione's bushy brown curls were a mess. Gabrielle's silvery-blonde locks were damp with sweat. All three of them were flushed and panting, their lips swollen, their eyes glazed with satisfaction.
But they were hungry. All of them. Desperate for more.
"Please," Ginny begged, leaning forward. "Cum on us, Harry. Paint our faces."
"I want to taste you," Hermione added, her shyness completely abandoned. "Please, Harry."
"Give eet to me," Gabrielle whimpered, pressing forward until her lips brushed against his shaft. "I need eet. I need your cum so badly..."
Harry gripped his cock and began to stroke.
The three witches watched with rapt attention, their mouths hanging open, their tongues extended. They were pressed so close together that their shoulders touched, their faces just inches from his swollen head.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, his hand moving faster. "You all look so fucking beautiful like this..."
"We're your sluts," Ginny breathed. "We're all your sluts, Harry."
"Please," Hermione whispered. "Please cum for us."
"On our faces," Gabrielle added, her blue eyes burning. "Mark us as yours."
Harry felt his orgasm building at the base of his spine, coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke. The sight of three gorgeous witches on their knees before him, begging for his seed, was too much. Way too much.
"Here it comes," he groaned. "Fuck, here it comes..."
The first rope of cum erupted from his cock and splattered across Gabrielle's face, painting a thick line from her forehead to her chin. She moaned in ecstasy, her tongue darting out to catch what she could.
The second rope hit Ginny, coating her freckled cheeks and dripping down onto her lips. She licked it up greedily, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
The third found Hermione, striping her face with his seed, landing on her closed eyelids and her parted lips. She whimpered and swallowed, then leaned forward for more.
Harry kept cumming, more than he ever had before, coating all three faces with his release. The witches pressed closer together, fighting for position, their tongues extended to catch every drop. Their lips met around his spurting cock, kissing each other through his cum, moaning as they shared his seed between them.
When it finally ended, Harry slumped backward, catching himself on the edge of the bed.
Three gorgeous witches knelt before him, their faces absolutely coated in his cum. Ginny's freckles were hidden beneath streaks of white. Hermione's bushy hair had caught several ropes. Gabrielle's face glistened in the firelight, her perfect features adorned with his release.
They were all smiling.
"Best Christmas ever," Ginny breathed, licking cum from her lips.
Gabrielle leaned over and kissed Hermione, their tongues sharing the seed that coated their mouths. Hermione whimpered into the kiss, then turned and did the same to Ginny.
Harry watched them share his cum between them, his spent cock already beginning to stir again.
Three gorgeous witches. His sluts now. His to use as he pleased.
The holiday was only half over.
Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).