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Even up to the very last minute, Harry was nervously glancing out the back window of his simple cottage-style home. Out here in the countryside, there was nothing but rolling hills and fields as far as the eye could see, which made it quite easy to see an owl flying its way over to him. But no matter which window he peered out of, there were now owls to be found.

“There aren’t any emergencies coming your way.”

Harry jumped in surprise as a pair of arms snaked their way around his waist. Daphne Black, his darling wife, rested her head on his shoulder and stared out the window alongside him.

“You can’t know that,” Harry protested weakly.

“Oh, but I can,” Daphne smirked. “After I gave Savage an earful about not ruining this vacation of ours, I can promise you that you won’t be hearing from anyone from the Auror Department until after we get back home. We’ll have three weeks of bliss all to ourselves.”

Harry groaned quietly. “Please tell me that you didn’t threaten another Wizengamot audit.”

“That would be a devilishly cruel thing to do after you told me how disruptive the last one was,” Daphne blinked innocently.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I didn’t think you really wanted one. Besides, there’s no sense in getting stressed about the past now—”

“So you did do it.”

“—Let’s just focus on our wonderful beach vacation. The sun on our skin, a gentle breeze running through our hair, and all of the most delicious food and drinks that anyone could ever imagine will be ours as soon as you step away from these windows and get over to the portkey.”

There was no fighting her when she got like this. It was all honey and sugar to start with but things could change very quickly if he didn’t agree. Then, he’d just end up on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness.

“Alright, fine,” Harry sighed.

“Smart choice,” Daphne giggled as she kissed his cheek before pulling away and guiding him towards the den where the portkey was waiting for them.

This cottage of theirs had been a wedding present from Daphne’s parents. They were overjoyed that their daughter had married the Saviour of the Wizarding World and had offered to help them build a new Potter Manor since the last one had been destroyed in the late 1700s, but that wasn’t the type of place that Harry had ever envisioned himself living in, at least not right now. He wanted something cosy, a place he could make a home like his parents had tried to make their house in Godric’s Hollow feel like. So, Daphne’s parents had found this old magical cottage for sale and purchased it for them. It had turned out to be the perfect place for him and his wives.

As they stepped into the den, a collection of bags were waiting for them, as was another person who was threading a length of rope through the luggage.

“You finally convinced him to stop fretting about work?” Hermione Potter asked with an amused smile on her lips.

“Threatened more like,” Harry grumbled as he went over and gave his other wife a kiss.

It was quite the shock to Britain that Harry Potter was marrying two women. It wasn’t an unheard of practice, especially in cases like his where he was designated the heir to two ancient families, but the fact that it was him specifically with all of the spectacle around his life made it quite the news story for weeks on end. There were no shortage of articles that speculated that he was just using his fame to get with more women, but the truth was that he loved both Hermione and Daphne equally.

Hermione had always been his best friend growing up together at Hogwarts, but it wasn’t until their sixth year that they really started recognising their feelings for each other. Naturally, they were both too shy to do anything to risk ruining their friendship until they were on the run from Voldemort together. That night that they danced in the tent was the first time that they opened up about their true feelings for each other, and they shared their first kiss.

Of course, they weren’t alone in that tent. Ever since Hermione started taking extra classes in her third year at Hogwarts, she’d developed a surprising friendship with Daphne. It wasn’t long before Daphne was regularly sitting in the library with them to study or even going out on walks together around the Black Lake. A few Slytherins tried to give her some trouble over spending so much time with Gryffindors, but Daphne nipped that in the bud before it could become an issue. Harry didn’t take to Daphne right away; her dry wit and the somewhat questionable ways she leveraged her position over others made him wary at first, but he softened on her when he saw just how kind and caring she could truly be to those closest to her. The fact that she regularly stood up for him against her fellow Slytherins and even went on the run with him and Hermione made him realise just how important she was to him.

Harry and Hermione had just finished their first kiss in the tent when Daphne revealed her own feelings. But she didn’t just have feelings for Harry; she loved Hermione too. And Harry and Hermione loved her back.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Daphne smiled at him.

Harry rolled his eyes playfully back at her. “How long until the portkey is set to leave?”

“Two minutes,” Hermione answered, “so help me get our luggage looped through.”

Harry and Daphne did that, creating a ring of luggage around the three of them. Once they tied the two ends of the rope together, they each grabbed onto an empty section and waited.

As the clock struck noon, they were whisked away in a dizzying whirl.

Instinctively, Harry closed his eyes as that familiar nauseating sensation set in. But it disappeared after only a second and was replaced by the warmth of the sun on his face. He opened his eyes back up, blinking rapidly as he landed on his feet.

“Welcome to the Seychelles,” a high-pitched voice spoke with a slight French accent. A cute little house-elf dressed in thin, pale robes was there to greet them. “Your luggage will be sent to your home away from home! In the meantime, let me show you around!”

In truth, there wasn’t much to be shown, which was exactly what Harry and his wives had wanted. This little island in the Seychelles was a rare magical resort that was completely sealed away from the muggle world. No one could see the island from the outside, which offered plenty of privacy for its visitors. The entire island was theirs to explore. Beyond the white sandy beaches that stretched along the edges of the island, there was also a small villa overlooking the water and a smaller house further inland where the house-elves all lived. There were walking paths through the thick vegetation for anyone who wanted to climb the rugged hills in the centre of the island.

But for all the beauty that the island had to offer, none of the three of them were interested in exploring much of it today. They’d just finished up a tiring week at work, and now it was time to relax.

The house-elf disappeared after leading them straight to their villa, leaving them standing on the sandy shores of this picturesque island.

“I can’t believe that we’re finally getting a break,” Hermione sighed happily as she stretched out her arms.

“I know,” Daphne agreed. “We haven’t been on a vacation since our honeymoon together.”

“That was only a year and a half ago, and there was so much work to be done fixing up Britain,” Harry pointed out.

Hermione put a finger on his lips. “No talk about Britain or the government or any Auror work. It’s time for us to relax and take a moment for ourselves, yeah?”

It sounded like a good idea, but Harry’s entire life had been all about fighting against the dark forces that plagued Britain. He’d been exactly like this on their honeymoon, and it’d take a couple of days before he’d actually been able to relax.

At least this time, Hermione and Daphne had a plan to help him, not that he knew anything about it.

“Let’s get to the beach!” Hermione exclaimed excitedly.

Harry gestured up at the villa. “Our luggage is probably already there. I’ve got a bathing suit—”

“Oh, please,” Daphne pushed him playfully before crouching down and grabbing the hem of her robes. She quickly lifted them up over her head and started removing the rest of her clothes. “We’re on a private island together where no one can see us except for these house-elves, and they’re bound by discretion so long as they work here. They can’t repeat any stories about what we get up to, and even mind magics can’t uncover our secrets thanks to their special elvish magic. Going nude is completely normal here. Besides, I really don’t want to have any tan lines after this trip.”

“Agreed,” Hermione giggled as she started tearing off her own clothes.

Harry watched in sheer awe as his wives stripped naked before him. Even after seeing them naked on a near-daily basis, he still couldn’t get over how gorgeous they both truly were. Daphne had these wonderfully-massive breasts that seemed to defy gravity and wide hips that made almost every other witch jealous. But Hermione’s ass was truly beyond comparison. It was so plump and perfect without being overwhelmingly large, and Harry never tired of watching it jiggle as she bounced around. Daphne’s ass was a close second to Hermione’s, just like Hermione’s smaller but still very perky breasts were just as mouthwateringly delightful.

The moment they were both nude, they started sprinting across the sand towards these fluffy, white, outdoor sofas that’d been set up for them. They sat at just the edge of the shoreline with a thin canopy hanging over top to prevent the sun from really getting in their eyes. There were tables on either side of it that held drinks and snacks for them, which Hermione and Daphne both instantly descended upon. They each grabbed a glass of wine, clinked their glasses together, and then took deep sips from it.

“What are you waiting for?” Daphne called out to Harry as she set her glass back down.

What was he waiting for? An invitation? Some trouble to arise that he needed to run off to?

Harry shook his head clean. This was meant to be a vacation. If anything was truly wrong back home, he knew that Savage would contact him. For now, he needed to embrace this break.

So, Harry started stripping down too as the girls went running into the water. They didn’t go too deep, only letting the water run up to their thighs. Harry knew that the water had to be perfectly warm from the soft moan that escaped Hermione’s lips. There was little that she loved more than a warm bath after a busy day at work.

When he discarded his clothes on the sand, all of them, along with the girls’, disappeared. It had to be the house-elves taking them for cleaning.

Harry walked along the beach, watching his wives frolic in the water. What started as simple splashing turned into playful wrestling before they gave up all pretences and just started snogging. Harry smiled at the sight and laid back on the expansive sofa, relishing at how soft the fabric felt beneath him. He reclined back on the pillows so that he could still watch them, and he reached out and grabbed a handful of honey-glazed figs to snack on.

He’d barely finished the three he’d taken when Hermione and Daphne came running out of the water towards them. From the hungry looks on their faces as they eyed his naked body up and down, he knew exactly what they were interested in.

They strutted their way up, Daphne casually stretching her arms above her head to make her breasts stand out while Hermione twirled as she walked, letting Harry see her ass in all its glory. His cock was already stirring by the time they reached the sofa.

“You two had this all planned out, didn’t you?” Harry chuckled as they climbed onto the sofa. Each of them straddled one of his legs, letting him feel their breasts as they dragged themselves up to the point that their faces were right by his cock.

“So what if we did?” Hermione grinned at him as she grabbed his semi-flaccid cock in her hand. She rocked it back and forth as it quickly stirred to life, planting the softest kiss on the tip.

“We want you to be happy and relaxed,” Daphne told him before she dove between his thighs. The second she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, Harry let out a low groan of pleasure. It was a rare thing for the two of them to go down on him like this, but whenever they did, they knew exactly how to break him.

“Just lay back and enjoy yourself,” Hermione told him as her hand stopped its motion. His cock pulsed rapidly in her grip, growing and growing until it was at its full length. Only then did Hermione give it another kiss and start gently stroking him. If it was up to him, he’d have already leapt on Hermione and shoved his cock deep into her tight pussy, but there was no chance that he was going to ruin what his wives had planned.

Daphne quickly traded one ball of the next. Her tongue lathered him delicately, unwilling to offer any hint of excessive pain that would ruin his experience. And as she kept up her ministrations, Hermione opened her mouth wide and engulfed the tip of his cock.

Finally, Harry felt like he was truly in heaven. His wives were both sucking on him in their own ways, and it felt utterly incredible.

Even after all the practice that they’d had, both of his wives still struggled to take his cock all the way down their throats. He was too long and girthy to make it easy on them, and as much as they tried, they could often only last a few seconds at most before they had to give up. But today, Hermione seemed keen on trying to beat her previous record.

Hermione’s lips bobbed up and down as her tongue swirled around Harry’s shaft to coat it lovingly in as much saliva as she could. She needed it nice and wet to help her go deeper and deeper as Daphne kept sucking on Harry’s balls. The sight of their faces stacked on top of each other was almost too much for Harry to take. He loved them both so much, and no matter what the situation was, just being around his wives made him so unbearably horny that it was almost impossible to control himself.

Hermione kept working Harry deeper into her mouth until his cock hit a natural resistance and shifted angles slightly. She had to move with him too as his cock slipped into her tight throat. Harry groaned and gripped the fabric beneath him, making Daphne pause her ministrations momentarily to grin up at his vulnerable state.

“Doesn’t she suck your cock so well?” Daphne asked Harry, knowing that he was in no position to answer.

Hermione started choking around his cock, gagging as more saliva started filling her mouth. Her hands slapped his thighs in protest, as though begging to be allowed to pull back, but she kept her lips down around the base of his shaft voluntarily. She twisted her head back and forth, letting her tongue slither and curl around his length as she tried to find just the right angle to maintain, but it was impossible to keep going forever.

Gasping, Hermione came up off of Harry’s saliva-covered cock with an impressed smirk on her lips.

“That had to be at least twenty seconds,” she declared.

“More like fifteen,” Daphne corrected her. “Close, but not quite the record.”

Pouting, Hermione sat back on her heels. “I’ll do better if I get another chance.”

“Now now, we can’t spoil this vacation by entering into a contest over who can deepthroat Harry’s cock the longest,” Daphne teased her.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind—”

“Shh,” Daphne giggled. “We won’t neglect your wonderful cock, but there’s something else we have in mind for our trip here.”

Daphne crawled up alongside Harry, resting her breasts against his chest. Her brilliant smile made him suspect that something else was up, but he was willing to wait for either of his wives to explain it to him.

“We’ve both stopped our birth control,” Hermione grinned up at him.

His eyes went wide with shock. He looked to Daphne for confirmation, but she had the exact same expression that Hermione had. They really did that?

“We both decided to stop our potion regiment a week before our trip. It only takes four days before the protection ends,” Hermione explained to him. “And then we decided to take Fertility Potions.”

Harry nearly choked on the saliva that was filling his mouth. “F-fertility potions?”

“Yes,” Daphne laughed. “The type that’ll make us pregnant. Hermione and I agreed that we want our children to be around the same ages so that they can grow up close to each other. We didn’t think that you’d have a problem with that.”

There was no way that he would! Ever since he was young, he’d always dreamt of having a sibling alongside him. Dudley had been close in age, but he’d been an utter bully thanks to how his parents treated Harry. That wouldn’t happen in a truly loving household.

“I don’t,” Harry said through a choked smile. He almost had tears coming to his eyes over how thoughtful his wives had been. The topic of children had been something that they’d cemented long ago, but he hadn’t expected them to be willing to start a family on this trip. It was one of the most wonderful surprises he’d ever received in his life.

“Good,” Hermione said as she kissed him. She threw her leg over him and straddled his waist, keeping her wet pussy dangling in the air over his pulsing cock. “Because it’d be a bit late to change this.”

Suddenly, Daphne’s hand grabbed his cock and angled it up perfectly towards Hermione’s waiting pussy. The second the tip brushed across her hot, wet entrance, Hermione sank herself down onto him. Harry groaned softly as his girth stretched out her walls. She was clinging to him desperately as she kept sinking lower and lower until she was snugly sat atop his lap, gyrating her hips in a circular motion to stir his cock around inside of her.

“Yes,” Hermione hissed. “Your cock always hits just the right spot.”

“Wait, let me in on the fun,” Daphne said as she scrambled across the bed. She turned to face Hermione and mounted Harry’s placing, placing her pussy right above his mouth as she leaned forward to kiss Hermione.

The second that Harry’s tongue flicked out and touched Daphne’s clit, Hermione started to ride him. There was a comforting familiarity in the way she moved her body. Unlike Daphne, who loved nothing more than slamming herself down on his cock again and again as hard as she could, Hermione liked to slowly build up with something slower at first. She took her time sliding back up his cock as she savoured every inch of him and then went back just just as slowly. It was torturous in the most delicious way, but Harry wouldn’t change it for the world.

Hearing his wives snog above him only urged Harry on to work harder to please them. He gently thrust his hips up when Hermione came back down, pushing his cock that extra bit deeper inside of her, while his tongue lovingly circled Daphne’s clit. He brought one of his hands up too and managed to wriggle a finger inside of her pussy, finding that perfect spot that she so loved to be touched.

“Just think about how hot it’ll be to do this when we’re both pregnant,” Daphne giggled at Hermione.

“It’ll be—mhmm—magnificent,” Hermione moaned as Harry’s cock filled her up again. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples in between her fingers. “I’ve always wanted to squirt milk out of my tits onto the two of you. It’ll be a sinful mess.”

“I’ll have to repay the favour,” Daphne grinned. “We could put Harry’s head in between our tits and just spray him.”

What a glorious event that would be.

“He needs to get us pregnant first though,” Hermione pointed out as she gave Harry’s cock a tight squeeze with her pussy.

“I can’t wait to feel his thick cum dribbling out of me,” Daphne moaned.

It was like they were trying to make him cum as quickly as possible, and it was working perfectly. Harry could feel his cock leaping with excitement inside of Hermione, desperate to be unleashed.

“Come on, Harry,” Hermione said breathlessly as she started bouncing on his cock faster and harder than before. “Don’t you want to fill me up? Leave me dripping with your cum? I want you to wake me up every single morning with your cock. I want you to unload more cum in me in this vacation than you ever have before in your life.”

“Fuck,” Harry groaned against Daphne’s pussy.

His back arched off of the bed as he thrust upwards and unleashed a thick torrent of cum deep into Hermione’s womb. Rope after rope shot out as Hermione’s walls squeezed him lovingly.

“There he goes,” Daphne cooed. “I bet that feels so good.”

Hermione could only moan in agreement as Harry filled her to the brim. It was only when the last drops left him and his cock became too sensitive that his body relaxed, and Hermione sat back down on him, not moving so that he could recover faster.

“It’s your turn now, Daphne,” Hermione grinned.

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By the time their three-week long vacation was nearly at a close, Harry was regretting needing to return to work. His break away from the Auror Department had been wonderful, and spending every single day fucking his wives and trapezing around this island without a care in the world had done a lot to lift his spirits. But their reservation was at an end, and the house-elves needed a day in between bookings to clean and prepare the island for the next guests.

After taking a short walk around the sandy shores, Harry returned back to their villa to find Hermione and Daphne, both still completely nude, laying on their fronts on sunbeds atop their balcony. A small collection of letters sat on the table in between them.

Harry sat down on the floor in between them. “What’re the two of you working on?”

Daphne turned to him with a bright smile. “Announcements of our pregnancies.”

“You… what…”

Harry was so stunned that he could barely make any words come out.

“Doesn’t it take… like, more time to know that for sure?”

“Witch’s pregnancies are different from muggle ones,” Hermione gently corrected him. “It only takes a couple of weeks after conception to know if you’re pregnant or not, and our magic helps to protect our babies to make sure we’ll deliver at full term.”

“Then, these are…” Harry trailed off. “You’re going to be telling everyone that I’m…”

“Going to be a father?” Daphne finished for him with a kiss. “Yes. And you’ll be a brilliant one at that.”

“My parents have been looking forward to having grandkids ever since we got married,” Hermione squealed. “We’ll have to visit them to let them know what’s going on. They’ll be so excited!”

“You won’t believe the celebrations pure-bloods have for pregnancies,” Daphne added. “Each month, we’ll have a grand feast until Hermione and I finally give birth. We’ll finally have the family that we’ve always dreamt of.”

A family?

It was the one thing that Harry had always wanted. Having his two wives had helped to fill that void in his heart, but he knew that it wouldn’t be complete until he had children too.

But one thing stuck in his mind as he processed it all.

“We’re going to need a bigger house.”

Hermione and Daphne laughed at him and kissed his cheeks.

“We certainly will,” Daphne agreed. “But we also wanted to give you a special thank you for going along with this crazy plan of ours.”

“I wanted to have kids too,” Harry pointed out.

“Oh? Then I guess you don’t want to fuck me in the ass?” Daphne raised an eyebrow as she spanked her ass.

Harry’s mouth went dry as he watched her flesh jiggle. They’d talked about having anal sex before, but with two wives to keep happy, he was already quite satisfied with just fucking their mouths and pussies whenever he wanted.

“I’ve already spent some time preparing,” Daphne explained to him. “Hermione picked up these toys for us in the muggle world. They help you get used to handling bigger and bigger cocks in your ass. And then we found this most wonderful spell that cleans us out and lubricates us already, and I just so happened to use that spell just as we saw you coming up to the villa not five minutes ago. Shame that you don’t want to partake, but—”

Harry was already pouncing on top of her before she could finish her sentence.

Daphne gave Hermione a smug smile as Harry’s thick cock slapped in between her ass cheeks. “Told you he’d be thrilled.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hermione rolled her eyes playfully. “He only went for you first because you’ve got a nicer bum.”

Harry looked up suddenly. “You want to do this too, Hermione?”

“I’m still working my way up to handling something bigger,” Hermione admitted. “But when we’re back home, I’d love to.”

“Hey, don’t forget about the woman who’s right here and waiting to be fucked in her ass,” Daphne said sarcastically.

With both hands, Harry pulled Daphne’s cheeks apart to see her tight little asshole staring at him. There was a sheen to it, a hint of the lubrication within.

“It’s probably best if I give you a head start,” Hermione said as she leaned over and took Harry’s hard cock into her mouth. Her tongue lathered his shaft with saliva, giving it a bit of extra lubrication that would help him get inside of Daphne. She released him and gave the tip of his cock a cute kiss before shifting back so that she could watch all of the action.

“I’ve been so looking forward to this,” Daphne shivered as the tip of Harry’s cock touched her asshole.

Harry had a near-uncontrollable urge to plunge his cock as deep into her ass as it could go in one strong thrust, but he also didn’t want to hurt her. So, carefully, he pressed forward. Daphne’s body tensed up as the tight ring of muscle fought to keep his cock out of her, but then she exhaled and started breathing softly, and Harry’s cock pushed inside of her.

Hermione was transfixed as she watched Harry’s cock slowly sink into Daphne’s ass. “That’s it,” she whispered more to herself than anyone else. “Fuck her ass.”

He wondered how long it would take before Hermione got her strap-on dildo and decided to fuck Daphne’s ass. The two of them liked a good go at each other whenever his cock wasn’t available to them.

Eventually, Harry’s hips ended up pressed against Daphne’s ass. He leaned forward and murmured into her ear. “So, how do I compare to those toys of yours that you practiced with?”

“You’re even bigger than the largest one,” she shivered. “And you feel so much better, so much more alive. All I ever did was slide those toys into my ass and keep them there; I never actually had one fucking me.”

“Then I’ll be sure to give you a perfect first time,” Harry said as he kissed her cheek.

He planted his hands on either side of her chest, staring down at her flawless back and that perky ass he was pressed up against. Her asshole was so fucking tight around his cock, and it felt even more like a furnace than her pussy did. It felt so different and exciting, just like the first time he fucked Daphne.

Harry’s first motions were slow as he pulled his hips back, but he quickly saw that Daphne could handle it. He moved a bit faster and then pushed forward again until her cheeks gave the slightest jiggle as he hit them.

“You can go faster and harder,” she told him. “I’ll warn you if it gets to be too much.”

But for Daphne, nothing was ever too much. She lived on the thrill of being fucked hard and rough, and they both knew that this would be no different.

So, Harry really went for it. He reeled back hard and then slammed his full length into her.

“Fuck!” Daphne gasped, crying out in pleasure. Her ass instantly got even more tight around his cock, but that didn’t stop his next thrust or the one after that. He was fucking her hard and fast.

“You’re taking this like such a good anal slut,” Hermione cooed at Daphne. Dirty talk was another one of Daphne’s favourite things, and Hermione had plenty of steamy romance novels to pull out material from. “Look at our stud of a husband turning you into nothing but a bitch in heat who needs his cock to live.”

“I do,” Daphne panted hard. “I—fuck!”

Harry felt incredible as he pounded Daphne’s ass with everything he had. Seeing this absolutely beautiful wife of his laying there, taking his massive cock always got him going. Her loud sounds of pleasure just added to it. She even reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart so that he could thrust even deeper into her.

Anal sex was unlike anything else in the world. The feeling of her asshole squeezing his cock as the way the smacking sound rang out was simply sublime. Hermione was fingering herself as she watched on, and Daphne looked like she was practically drooling from how good it felt. All it did was make Harry hammer harder into her ass again and again until he felt that familiar buildup coming on.

Harry didn’t hold back. He kept fucking her until a wave of pleasure washed over him, and he pumped a thick, sticky mess of cum deep into Daphne’s ass. He growled in delight at how fucking good it felt and collapsed onto her back, pressing her harder down as the last droplets of cum were spewed out.

Breathless, it took Harry several seconds before he withdrew his cock and stood up on unsteady feet. Daphne looked like she was in a daze as she let go of her cheeks and just rolled over to stare at him with wide eyes.

“Now that was fucking incredible,” she gushed. “We’re doing that again.”

“With the spells we have, we can do it whenever we want,” Hermione added.

“I meant right now,” Daphne clarified.

“Right right now?” Harry asked, looking down at his cock. His erection didn’t seem to be lessening in the slightest, and the thought of fucking Daphne’s ass again was enough to make him ready to go without any break.

“Yes!” Daphne said. With her on her back now, she hooked her arms under her legs and pulled them back, showing off her wet pussy and asshole. As she repositioned herself, Harry’s cum mixed with lube started to trickle out of her tight hole, which only turned Harry on even more.

“Shouldn’t Hermione have a turn first?” Harry asked, trying to keep things fair between his wives.

But Hermione shook her head. “You just took Daphne’s anal virginity on our special vacation after finding out that we’re both pregnant. I say that she deserves some extra-special pampering.”

“And I promise you’ll get some later too,” Harry told her as he walked over to Daphne. It was easy to line his cock back up with her asshole. “How about a romantic nighttime bath as we watch the stars.”

“You’ll shag me while we watch them though, right?” Hermione asked, almost looking worried that he’d say no.

“Of course,” Harry laughed.

With that, he pushed back into Daphne’s asshole, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

After their first kids were born and they got settled again, Harry promised to himself that he’d take his wives back to this island. Maybe they could make a tradition out of it. Anytime they wanted to have children, he had to get them pregnant here.

It was the perfect place to do it.